#shulker!tubbo

[cassidy-cat-ghost]

Might fuck around at the end of the school year and start posting my sketchbook pages on my art alt

[modelbus]

Wrote this last night, ITS A COOL IDEA BUT ITS BARELY COMPREHENSIBLE!

Y/n is an ender dragon hybrid that was unsafe in the end, so Mumza (goddess of death) put them on Phil’s doorstep when they were like a month old. Phil is an adoptive parent to Techno, Tommy and Y/N. Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo are close friends, growing up Y/N was also close with them. Phil lives in a snowy biome, Techno and tommy have renovated bedrooms from when they were little for when they stay over. The main town is a big clearing in a forest with a river running through. (There’s no government-) Niki runs a flower themed bakery that also sells flowers, Puffy runs a training center, & literally all dsmp people you feel comfortable writing live there, so they can be in a crowd. (not wilbur ofc)

Y/N went missing 5 years ago, when they were 11. (Tommy was 8, Techno was 16) they were looking at the stars from a bench on a forested cliff they liked hanging out at cuz it had a view of their house and the mountains behind it, and XD found them while doin his thing and was like “wait- you’re supposed to be in the end, small child.. I don’t care the void is spreading and its going from looking like a purple and yellow overworld to a bunch of floating islands.” So he /tp’d them back to the end- KEKW anyway- Y/N’s time in the end decays them, turning the ends of their limbs (including their tail and wings) all void like and glitchy but also scales and they’re tall- (do I make any sense rn?) oh, and the endermen try to kill them but shulkers are nice. SO TRAUMA AND TRAPPED IN THE END FIVE YEARS tryna get tf out and go home but surprise being in the end makes em really powerful as the void melds with their soul and basically says “HEY! DRAGON KID, HIIII! YOU’RE COOL, WE’RE GONNA SLOWLY ATTACH TO YOU!.. oh daym your not dying like everything else we try to be friends with..” BOOM VOID POWERS, ITS ALL GLITCHY LOOKING AND BLACK HOLE STUFF, BUT THE VOID IS NICE AND DON’T MEAN TO EAT THINGS SO NOW THEY CAN CONTROL IT KINDA AND FLY AND STUFF.. eventually their void powers get all strong and shit so they can go home, but htey kinda fly around and see all their friends and family acting completely normal and having a GRAVE despite knowing Y/N was still alive somewhere. the void is mad that their family stopped looking for them despite there being no death messages on their communicators so like a protective bestie its all like “bro you gonna take that? You gonna let them forget you like this?. Hellll no.” And they are also like ‘wtf man YOU KNEW I WASN’T DEAD BUT GAVE UP LOOKING-?!’ After spending five years just trying to find a way back home.. SO VILLAIN ARK, THEY START BUILDING A HUGE CASTLE AND ITS LIKE BLACK & PURPLE EVIL CASTLE LAIR TYPA THING. the void oopsie kills the area around so its all like black and decayed around the castle and its like REAL evil lair shit. Y/N sends ominous notes with the coordinates acting like someone who kidnapped her being all like “come here and bring everything you have if want them back.” So they bring (insert all members mothy picks) along with them and go the the castle, BOOM ITS LIKE AN ESCAPE ROOM KINDA THING WITH PUZZLES AND TRAPS N SHIT. so they slowly make their way up to the throne room thats like at the top fighting things and doin puzzles but when they make it to the top they rise up on a little circle platform into the room all ready to see Y/N in a cage next to some big bad guy. but they see Y/N (5 years older than they last saw them) LOOKING LIKE A FUCKING EVIL QUEEN(or king or ruler) WITH END PARTICLES AROUND THEM AND THEY’RE PARTLY MADE OF VOID AND ALL EVIL DRAGON HYBRID QUEEN BADASS SPOOKY. So they’re pissed and stuff tommy is the first to talk before everyone else joins asking questions and being all confused and sad so they talk a little then they get pissed not believing how sad they are acting so they sends mobs made of materialised void to attack them from their throne it goes on a while and they keep fighting and trying to reason with Y/N before tommy is trying to convince them their not lying and explains that they finally decided to give the town a name after they had been missing year and named it after Y/N & built a statue of them as a memorial in the town enter after two years when they finally stopped looking, and what Y/N saw was just a small grave at their childhood home. They don’t believe it at first but eveyones like why would we lie about that?? So Y/N is all like Wait what- so I’ve been hurting you all for no reason- and they end up being horrified with themself after seeing their reflection in the gems on their crown, drop it and break the wall to fly away while repeating ‘I’m so sorry’ and crying. We cut out at tommy picking up the crown all angsty.

I DO have ideas for another 3-5 parts so like if you manage make it into smth and wanna continue it just say the word. *eyes*

-✨🌌🌙 Annon

you wrote this like it’s a movie and god I wish I could edit shit because I’d make you the movie it deserves. I somehow included too many Greek mythology references and for that I’m so sorry…

Pairing: Gn!Hybrid!Reader x Philza, Technoblade, Tommyinnit, Tubbo, Ranboo (+ cameos)

Doomed Dragon

You love the sun. It’s bright, and warm, and feels like how warm cookies taste when it beams down on your wings. It’s nearly blinding when it reflects off all the snow, but you don’t mind. Sometimes blinding isn’t a bad type of blinding, or at least that’s what Tommy said.

Speaking of Tommy, he told you ages ago he’d be back with Tubbo and Ranboo, but he isn’t. They all ran off to Niki’s flower-bakery-awesome-place so Tubbo could buy some dandelions, and you (being the wise 11 year old you are) decided that suntanning your wings was a far better option. You never did get the hang of trudging through all the snow, and you didn’t want to slather your wings in sunscreen for a fly.

Dad says you’re an ender dragon hybrid. It was a lot of fancy words that led to Techno poking and prodding at you, but you figure it’s practically the same as Dad’s wings. After all, his are black like yours, even if his are feathered and yours aren’t.

“Move it.” Techno orders from behind you, stepping over your wings. You do not, in fact, move. “Phil told me I could check on the dogs.”

You never got why Techno called dad by his first name. You and Tommy both said dad, but Techno just had to be special. Dad said it was his ‘teenage’ phase, and Techno was 16, so he’s got 4 whole years before he’ll call him dad again. Then the second half of his sentence clicks, and you gasp.

“Can I come with?” You plead, but he’s already shaking his head. “Please! I won’t even touch any, I swear!”

“You know they’re scared of your wings.” Techno huffs.

“I’ll tuck them under a blanket really well!”

“They have noses. Besides, aren’t you waitin’ for the rest of your group? What if they come back?”

You puzzle this over, then sigh. “Fine. But be super nice to the dogs for me.”

“Will do.”

Techno vanishes into the snowbanks, his red cloak and pink hair being swallowed up in the white of snow. He better give those dogs your love, or you’ll steal his special shiny books.

You settle into your sunbathing, eyes closing. After a few moments, there’s a thud.

“Techno, I know there’s no way you have those dogs my love—“ you start, eyes still closed.

“Not Technoblade, child.” The voice is echoey, and you jolt up. From above you, a man with two white wings and two glowing rings around his head stares. Looking at him too long makes your eyes hurt, and when you glance away you’ve already forgotten what he looks like.

“Who are you?” You ask sassily, because this is definitely a newcomer. They have wings like dad, but their pretentious ass clothing reminds you of Techno.

“You can call me XD. And you’re out of where you belong. Don’t worry, I’ll get you back to The End in no time.” A hand settles on your shoulder, and panic flares in your mind, because dad taught you all about stranger danger.

Before you can even scream, your stomach twist and drops, and the world around you vanishes entirely.

-

The End sucks. That was one undeniable truth; The End is horrible and you hate it. Between shulkers—purple things that open to shoot other things that make you float—and the endermen, you were over it.

Although, you had one friend in all the darkness and desolate floating islands. It never gave you a name, and whatever it spoke it certainly wasn’t English, but you understood it all the same. Even gave it a name; hard not to make friends with the one thing that seemed to speak back to you.

In a way, the void replaced the family that never found you.

“Morning, void.” You sigh, tossing a yellow rock into the darkness. It gets chucked back at you, entirely purple. “You’re in a mood today. Sad I didn’t die in the night like always?”

Silence. Then you feel the tingling in your wings, your long tail, the fingers that have turned purple. The void.

Ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ

“Yeah yeah.” You huff. “That’s me.”

You run your fingers alone the yellow stone below you. Mentally, you call it endstone. Seems fitting enough. Following your touch, purple spreads, eroding the stone. That’s been happening lately, and it always leaves the same tingling you get when the void speaks.

“This is so fucked.”

Ї ċḧöṡë ÿöü

“I didn’t ask to be chosen! I just want to go home.” Home to dad, and Techno, and Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, and all the others.

Ẅḧö ṡäïḋ ÿöü ċäṅ’ẗ?

“Um, logic and the fact there’s no way off this stupid fucking island?” You roll your eyes. You can’t fly long distances, and you’re too scared to try flying off into the void.

The void doesn’t respond, but your breath still catches. Is it implying that you could? That if you did, there was a way out?

Strange things have been happening to you and your body since you got here. And not in the teenage puberty way that dad talked to you about. Your wings had grown, your tail had gained fucking spikes, purple stressed spreading over your skin. Even your hair started blackening at the ends.

And then there was the fact that when you touched things, they sometimes turned purple. Sometimes, when you were really upset, the object would vanish completely, leaving behind a black hole of nothing. A hole that looked oddly like the void.

You weren’t science-smart, mostly because Sam never taught you before XD dumped you here. But you sure as hell knew that wasn’t normal.

Staring into the void, you make up your mind. “If you’re fucking with me, void, I’ll kill you. Somehow.”

You stand up, spread your wings, and hesitate. Were you really trusting some disembodied voice that gave you fucked up powers? But then the image of a grown-up Tommy, of your dad bent over the kitchen table, of Techno’s back as he walked away from you, all flash in your mind.

And you step forward.

-

It happens in a blink. It feels a lot like teleporting, the way your stomach twists and drops, the way your breath is stolen from your lungs. But instead of falling into the unfamiliar like you had 5 years ago, you emerge flying, a new person.

There’s snow below you, wind lifting your wings. Wind. Real wind. The air isn’t oppressive, isnt weighing down on you, isn’t leaving a sour taste in your mouth. It feels like home.

You bank down, landing on your feet in the snow. Under you, it warps, purple and black spreading outwards, twisting at the edges. One blink and it’s white snow, another and it’s all wrong again. That never happened in the end.

It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re back. The world seems to call to you, a sense in your heart tugging you in a certain direction. You follow it on large wings.

Will Dad cry when he sees you? Will you finally see Techno emotional? Maybe they’ll take you out to dinner to celebrate being back: you’ve missed Bad’s cooking. Surely they’ve been searching for you, and you can’t wait to see their surprise when they realize you found your own way back.

The sun beaming down on you makes no hindrance in your flight. You aren’t Icarus, and the sun won’t stop you from being free. Techno used to tell you and Tommy that one, always joking that Tommy had the looks and you had the wings. Two halves of one whole.

You were about to reunite that whole.

Slowly, your home comes into view. The streets and buildings of the town, and just past that, the house you love. The house you can’t wait to sleep in for the next century. Dad is never getting rid of you.

It’s silent when you land, the second time your feet are touching the ground here. This time, the ground doesn’t glitch. Thank God for that.

“Dad?” You call out, pushing open the door. It was never locked when you were a kid. “Tommy? Techno?”

No response. Maybe they’re outside, or maybe they’re out looking for you? You’ll check the dog area for Techno first.

Trudging through the snow, you delight in making an impact and leaving footprints behind. You never got to see your footprints in the end. Funny how you miss the little things about life.

“Techno? It’s me, I’m ba…” you trail off, spotting a small weathered stone. That certainly hadn’t been there before. You take a few steps closer, staring down to read engraved words.

Your name stared back at you, paired with a date that was five years ago. The day you went missing.

They… they thought you were dead? Is this a grave?

Ṫḧëÿ’ṿë ḟöṛġöẗẗëṅ äḷḷ äḅöüẗ ÿöü

The void’s voice startles you, but you don’t dwell on the fact it followed you.

“No they didn’t!” You shout, but your heart is beating too fast, sick rising in your throat. “No, someone else has to be here!”

Before you realize it, you’re running. Following the familiar path to the town, coming to stop when you see a person. Antfrost, you can recognize him even now, whistling as he carries a box inside.

Acting normal. Normal, as if you didn’t disappear. Normal, as if you hadn’t been gone for five years. Normal, as if your disappearance never made an impact.

Ṗööṛ ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ

“No…” You whisper, staggering back. “I— I don’t—“

Ḟöṛġöẗẗëṅ. Ḧöẅ ċöüḷḋ ẗḧëÿ? Ṫö ÿöü? Ṡö ṗëṛḟëċẗ, ṡö ṁïṅë?

How could they indeed. The void is right. You’ve been forgotten.

Ṫëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ ḅëẗẗëṛ. Ṫëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ ä ḷëṡṡöṅ. Ÿöü äṛë ẅöṛẗḧÿ öḟ ṛëṁëṁḅṛäṅċë.

“How?” You whisper, arms curling around yourself.

Ṛëṿëṅġë, ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ. Ṫäḳë ṛëṿëṅġë.

“I don’t want revenge, void. I want—“

Ÿöü äṛë äṅġṛÿ. Ї äṁ äṅġṛÿ. Ẅë äṛë äṅġṛÿ. Ṫäḳë ṛëṿëṅġë, ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ.

Even as you want to deny it, you know it’s true. You are angry. Pissed, in fact. How dare they forget you? How dare they act as if you were nothing, as if your personal hell didn’t matter?

Slowly, an idea forms, pieces falling into place.

There’s a story you used to like, gasping and laughing at the drama of it as Techno told it. Indulged you.

A king and his friend, Theseus. The part you loved hearing was the end of it: Theseus sought refuge with the king, and the king pushed him off a cliff.

You sought refuge with this town, and they stabbed you in the back. And if they want your forgiveness? Well. They’ll have to prove themselves worthy.

Ä ċäṡẗḷë. Ḅüïḷḋ ä ċäṡẗḷë.

“With puzzles.” You murmur, planning with the void. Embracing it. “And traps, and mobs. Twelve floors.”

Ẅë ẅïḷḷ ẗëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ.

-

You don’t remember building the castle. Hell, you aren’t even sure if you could build something like this. It’s tucked behind mountains, black stone and purple stained windows hiding it in the shadows. Spires reach toward the sky as if they’re claws, threatening to rip a hole in the world.

The void, at some point, must’ve taken over for you and built it. That’s the only logical explanation you could come up with, bolstered with the evidence of the void’s impact on the landscape around the castle.

It’s obvious at first glance that something is wrong with the greenery. The flowers and trees have all withered and died, shriveling up into dull-looking husks. The snow has melted to reveal blackened grass underneath, and the mountain is infected with veins of purple. It looks evil. You look evil.

The void loves it. You aren’t so sure, but at least you look cool. And you felt cool setting up all the traps and challenges.

There’s mazes and mobs and hunts and puzzles, all of which you set up. Your favorite is the one where they’ll have to search the room to find three golden apples and deliver them into a chest. It was some tricky redstone, but once they do that the door will open. That’s the eleventh floor, the final one before you’ll finally see them.

All that’s left is to send out the notes, each of which you hand write in (quite honestly) horrible handwriting. The void helped with the threats and the purple paper, leaving you with a simple message.

“𝓑𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝟧 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀. 𝓛𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝓜𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓉; 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇.”

It’s stupid, and possibly cringey, but you’ve never written a ransom note before, so you think you’ll get a pass. You just need to send them and wait for the plan to start working.

-

It takes them less time than you thought it would to get through all of your rooms. It’s as if you blinked and they were all there, staring at you as you sit on your unnecessarily fancy chair.

“Are you real?” Tommy blurts out. He’s the same golden-hair kid you remember running around with, just grown.

Are you real? He had asked. Surely you don’t look that bad. The scales on your arms grew, certainly, and purple particles floated all around you, but it was still you.

“Kid?” Dad asks, stood next to Tommy. “Are you— what are you doing?”

“Where have you been?” Puffy adds on, wide-eyed. “Have you been safe?”

Your gaze sweeps over them all, anger clawing its way up your throat. Puffy, Niki, Antfrost, Bad, Ranboo, Tubbo, Tommy, Dad, Techno, Sam. All of them are here, staring at you with mixed expressions of horror and sorrow and surprise.

It’s fake. It must be fake. They gave up on you! They left you for dead, left you to rot alone!

“You’re all liars!” You shout. “Acting sad, as if you didn’t stop looking for me!”

“We didn’t—“ Tubbo starts, but you cut him off.

“Stop!” You hold your hand up to signal him to stop talking, but purple particles swirl in front of your palm and materialize into something solid. Then again, and again.

It’s not until there’s ten purple figures that you realize what you’ve done. You created mobs, living creatures made of the void. One of them groans like a zombie, then rushes at Sam. He reacts immediately, swiping his sword at its head. The purple head rolls, disintegrating. Then, it reforms on the void-zombie’s shoulders.

And then all hell breaks loose.

Everybody’s shouting and swinging their weapons around, trying to figure out how to get rid of the void-zombies. All you can do is watch, wide-eyed and shell-shocked. Those things came from you, from your anger.

“You’ve got to get rid of these things!” Techno shouts, looking over at you while swinging his axe.

And you? You don’t do a damn thing.

“We looked for you, all of us! We’d never give up!”

“Shit, a little help!”

“Oh, God…”

Everyone’s voices mix into one big mess of noise, only made worse by the noises of the weapons and the void-zombies.

“We named the town after you!”

Your head whips toward Tommy’s voice, eyes focusing on him. He ducks under a void-zombie’s hand, staring back at you.

“And Ranboo has this brilliant idea— we made a statue of you! Well, Sam made it, but it’s pretty sick looking.” He adds.

“…You’re lying.” You accuse, but you already know he’s not.

“Why would we lie about something like that?” Niki asks, gentle despite the violence filling the room.

As if on command, all the void-zombies vanish.

Oh, God. Oh God oh God oh God oh God. What have you done? What have you become?

Ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ…

We’ve fucked up. You’ve fucked up. The horror is cold, spearing through your body, no part of you untouched.

Your glassy eyes catch on the chandelier, a thousand crystal images of you reflecting like a mirror. And all you can see is the void. The glitchy darkness surrounding you, the horrible thing you’ve become.

Maybe you’re a coward for it, but you run, crown falling from your head. The second your hand brushes against the wall, it vanishes, glitching out of existence as you hurtle through it and into the dark night.

“Kid!”

You don’t look back.

-

The silence you leave behind is eerie.

Five years. Five years since they last saw you. And now here they were.

Tommy is the first to step forward, to grab the crown you had dropped. He always liked shiny things, but more importantly, he liked keeping your things after you went missing.

He looks down, meeting his own eyes in the gems.

This crown doesn’t feel like you at all.

[crivalsduo]

Creature creature au questions:

1) since Dream is considered a monster is Techno a human form then? Or do Minecraft hybrids not count as "monstrous"?

2) is it "just" because his wings have been mutilated that Dream doesn't want Techno to remove his prison shirt or is there more of his creature features (heh) that's hidden? Like gills? Or spikes down his spine?

3) when they get out will they split up as in canon? Did everything before the prison happen as in canon or is the reason he's in the prison different? (Is it because they found out what he looked like and got scared?)(Did they have an easier time seeing him as a horrible person when they found out he wasn't human?)

4) with how thin and long Dreams limbs are is he able to move himself in ways that are not quite right? Is he able to get into too tight spaces? (Is he fun to cuddle?)

5) when Phil sees what happened to Dreams wings, how will he react? What will he do?

6) How do the other members of the syndicate react to Dream? Both how he looks but also what happened to him?

7) does Dream have any weakness from his species? Like how endermen gets hurt by water? Or a species bonus? Like how blazes are immune to fire damage?

8) Does his species have a name? Is he the only one? Will he ever meet others of his species?

9) what will happen to Sam and Quackity when everything is over? What punishment will they get :)?

10) What are Dreams relations with his old friends? Did they know what he was before?

(I have gotten a new fave au of yours :3 the Trans love of creatures™)

1) since Dream is considered a monster is Techno a human form then? Or do Minecraft hybrids not count as "monstrous"?

yeah, this is actually a thing i've had in my head for awhile! that while some people can be weird about hybrids, they're generally seen as mostly.... people. not really human but a sort of person. techno himself tends to lean more towards Not A Person since he has fewer human features than like, say c!tubbo with his goat horns. c!ranboo would also be considered that.

dream in this au has very few human features except for a general shape so people are quick to label him as not human or a monster.

2) is it "just" because his wings have been mutilated that Dream doesn't want Techno to remove his prison shirt or is there more of his creature features (heh) that's hidden? Like gills? Or spikes down his spine?

he has a bit of... 'armoring' on his spine, i guess? i pulled from dinosaurs and the existence of shulkers and sniffers. so there's some plating that covers his spine. it almost looks like white-ish rocks poking out from moss because there's a layer of green fur covering his back.

3) when they get out will they split up as in canon? Did everything before the prison happen as in canon or is the reason he's in the prison different? (Is it because they found out what he looked like and got scared?)(Did they have an easier time seeing him as a horrible person when they found out he wasn't human?)

dream is pretty insistent on going through with his plan to split up when techno leaves the prison. but that never actually happens because after techno disappears, sam ends up getting paranoid about the whole thing and doesn't want to lose his 'research subject' in dream so the rescue goes down a lot differently.

and yeah, one of them is the fact it's a LOT easier to vilify and hate dream because he's just.... creepy and weird to others. he can turn his head much like an owl, for example. he also has an insane vertical jump range and can cover a pretty wide distance in a leap (it's the rabbit legs/feet). people find him frightening and that colors things.

4) with how thin and long Dreams limbs are is he able to move himself in ways that are not quite right? Is he able to get into too tight spaces? (Is he fun to cuddle?)

continuing from above, yes! he tends to move in ways that read as strange or not right. he's done his best to hide that, though. as soon as he realizes how weird he comes off, dream tries to change how he moves to be more 'normal'

also, he IS fun to cuddle. everyone thinks techno is nuts for that but techno likes cuddling dream. there's something kind of sweet about the way dream wraps around him, like he never wants to let techno go. it's adorable as far as techno is concerned and just. makes him feel really wanted, y'know?

5) when Phil sees what happened to Dreams wings, how will he react? What will he do?

i think phil sympathizes. he didn't lose his wings fully like dream did and can't really imagine what that'd be like but he did lose his ability to fly and it's kind of hard not to feel bad for dream in that moment.

at first, though, he doesn't really do anything. he's skeptical about dream and really only putting up with him because of techno. that does change once he gets to know dream.

6) How do the other members of the syndicate react to Dream? Both how he looks but also what happened to him?

because techno and ranboo both veer closer to 'not human', the syndicate takes his appearance pretty much in stride. it's not really what they expected (though ranboo isn't surprised by the sharp teeth) but they don't judge him, really.

and whatever they might think about dream, no one deserves to be tortured.

7) does Dream have any weakness from his species? Like how endermen gets hurt by water? Or a species bonus? Like how blazes are immune to fire damage?

not really, to be honest. he can jump pretty well, he can see well. his tail is prehensile so that gives him so abilities that most people don't have.

i think regulating his body temperature in the prison gets difficult, though. he doesn't sweat like a typical person and with the heat from the lava and the cold from the obsidian, he definitely struggles a lot.

8) Does his species have a name? Is he the only one? Will he ever meet others of his species?

i've been wavering on this, honestly.

i do think he's the only one, though. but this is one of those things i don't have a solid backstory for yet. part of me wants to play with dreamXD and admins on servers.

9) what will happen to Sam and Quackity when everything is over? What punishment will they get :)?

they'll get what's coming to them.

the more that's revealed of what they did to dream in the prison, the angrier that techno gets. there was torture, yeah, but there was also a lot of experimenting. techno finds dream after he leaves the prison in sam's research lab which is like. hey! he's not being tortured i guess but it's absolutely terrible.

10) What are Dreams relations with his old friends? Did they know what he was before?

they knew, yeah! but they're not..... it's difficult. there's a pretty big divide between them now and it's not exactly something that's repairable, y'know? not for lack of wanting on all their parts. sometimes that's just how it is and that's the tragedy.

[hermitcrossovers]

Listen, i know this sound a little whacky but what if Iskall of Hermitcraft have found out his son q!Tubbo has a adopted daughter which makes him a grandfather??? I dunno, I just see this idea made by @/theminecraftbee on qsmp tag. And i wanna see how you guys spin this on your own? If you didn't like it. Feel free to delete this ask. Have a great time...

iskall would immediately break into qsmp and succeed because no one stops iskallMAN. because what do you mean he's a grandfather now?!?! how dare tubbo, his most beloved son of three years, not tell his dearest dad that he has a child now! he arrives with shulker boxes full of goodies, this is the first time meeting their granddaughter of course they have to make a good impression.

iskall would definitely try to solo the federation for trying to do shit to sunny and tubbo. he and etoiles would get along like a house on fire.

-mod tides

[ultra-raging-ghost]

Tubbos experiencing the brunt of Bad's grudge against bundles because he's spoiled with backpacks and shulkers <33

[witchyleehibernates-fics]

A Family Gathered

Summary:

“Uh, Techno?” “I let them in.” Technoblade called back as he shut the door. “Surprise, we have a fourth kid now.” He added as he locked the door, turning and following the sounds and stepping into the living room. Tommy seemed interested in the new kid, Philza seemed perplexed, though he was quickly growing attached. Technoblade could already see that Tubbo was, having already plastered himself to the new kids side. Purpled seemed unamused as Tommy immediately started up a conversation with the new kid. “Is this what you felt when I brought Tommy and Purpled home?” Philza asked, alarmed confusion in his eyes. “Pretty much.” “I am so sorry.” “No you’re not.” There was a snort of laughter from somewhere. Techno didn’t care to look to see who had made it. For now, he just wanted to take a nap. It was nearly exhausting living in the tundra for him… and for Purpled, but Purpled had some connection with Tommy that negated his instinct for hibernation.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: Surprise Child Aquisition, Mentioned/Implied Child Abandonment, Mentioned/Implied Child Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff?

Characters: Philza, Technoblade, TommyInnit, Tubbo, Ranboo, Kristin

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 5,811

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

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“Why is it that every time something happens, it is always you two?” Kristen asked, laughing quietly as she eyed the small gaggle of children that her husband and best friend had accumulated. There was a small Avian child clinging to Philza’s cloak while a Piglin child sat on the ground beside the first, glaring at the floor in front of him. Attached to Techno was a small Enderian child and a Shulker hybrid child, the first hiding under Techno’s cape, just behind his legs, while the other sat just beside Techno’s feet.

“Because we are chaos incarnate?” Techno asked, voice monotonous with an air of sarcasm. There was a time where Kristen could never tell if Technoblade was joking or serious, she was relieved she could tell the difference now.

“You said I could adopt!” Philza responded, eyes bright. There was mischief there too, and Kristen could see it as much as she could tangibly feel it. She could almost feel Technoblade’s exasperation, and could see it in the deadpanned expression that was directed towards Philza.

“One child!” Kristen responded, laughter escaping her as she glanced down at the four children. The two by Philza looked as if they could have been twins if not for one being clearly older and the two being completely different hybrid species.

“You never specified that.” Philza shrugged, a smile on his face as he moved and scooped the look-a-likes up into his arms. The younger, the avian, giggled as his wings flared from his back before settling back down again. The other chuffed, hands coming up and gripping Philza’s cloak before settling.

“She shoulda’,” Technoblade gruffed, blinking in surprise when the Enderian was suddenly in his arms, a burst of purple particles that flurried around the child took a moment before they disappeared. Kiristen was sure that wasn’t normal, however she wasn’t sure. There was a moment before Technoblade moved and picked up the last child.

“Great! We can do introductions now!” Philza’s wings were fluttering slightly on his back, an excitement in his eyes that was infectious to Kristen.

“Alright,” She smiled fondly at her husband. He’d always wanted to be a father, even while they were simply courting, that had always been his wish one day. Kristen couldn’t give him a child to raise, and Technoblade had been too old to need a parent, or want one.

She was glad that he’d found the children.

“Kids, this is Kristen, she’s my wife.” Conveniently, Philza left out that she was also a goddess. That would probably scare the children, so she could see why he had. “Kristen, this is Tommy, and this is Purpled.” Tommy was the Avian child, while Purpled was the Piglin one.

“And this is Ranboo and Tubbo.” Technoblade tried to sound uncaring, but there was a look in his eyes, and his voice hadn’t quite reached the monotone that he normally carried. The enderian’s tail flicked nervously while the other kicked his legs as he blinked tiredly and laid his head on Techno’s shoulder.

“It’s very nice to meet you four,” Kristen smiled. “I’m sure Philza and Technoblade must have wonderful stories as to how they came to have the four of you and I would love to hear them.” A little pointed, but the two quickly understood what she meant.

“We need to get started on dinner anyways, why don’t you four go play, stay in the fenced yard.” Philza instructed quietly, a warning going in with his words as he let the two he was holding down. Kristen was amused by the immediately latching Tommy did to Purpled. It was nearly mimicked although not as obvious when Ranboo and Tubbo were set down just after them.

The children very clearly played favorites with one another, and with which adult they were closest too. She smiled as the four immediately took off towards the yard, which was noticeably in perfect view of the kitchen window.

Kristen followed the two inside the house and towards the kitchen, where Philza began his story of how he’d gotten Tommy and Purpled.

……… ……… ………

There was a child clinging to Philza’s cloak, shivering and shaking as they pressed tightly against Philza’s calf. Philza was confused, moving to take a step back so he could crouch down, but stopped when the child whined, clinging even tighter to Philza’s cloak and calf. It was then he could hear the quiet crying and his heart hurt.

“Hello?” Philza spoke quietly, keeping his voice even as he lowered himself to the child’s height. The child only moved to cling to Philza’s shirt, and Philza could feel the shaking of the child as they cried. “Hey, what’s wrong mate?” Philza wrapped his arms around the child, pausing as he felt something shift under the child’s shirt.

Philza was even more careful as he wrapped the child in a hug, letting them cling to him as he moved to stand, picking them up as he did so. His wings twitched with the urge to wrap around the child, to offer comfort in the only way his instincts knew how. He knew that was a bad idea, especially in the current town he was passing through.

“You don’t want to take that thing,” Philza turned his head, moving and noticing a local staring at the child in disgust. Philza felt the child start shaking a little harder, his arms tightening a little around the child to be as reassuring as he could without speaking yet.

“And why would I not want to take the child?” Philza asked with a tilt of his head, watching the local carefully. She scoffed, turning fully to face Philza as she pushed her son behind her a little, almost as if she was protecting him from Philza.

“Because, that thing is a hybrid.” The local’s voice lowered as her eyes darted around. The woman hadn’t been trying to protect her son from Philza, but from a harmless child that Phil couldn’t believe would be older than three or four.

“The child is not a thing, and there’s nothing wrong with being a hybrid.” Philza responded, voice turning a little icy as he turned to walk away. The child’s cries had started to quiet as Philza had defended them. He ignored the woman calling out to him aghast with shock. He moved quickly, ignoring the looks people gave him for carrying the child as he tried to locate the motel that he was staying at.

“They will never hurt you again,” Philza murmured as he walked. He was mentally making a list of everything he needed to get to raise a child, especially if he was correct on his growing hunch that the child was avian just like himself. The child cried a little more freely, moving and seemingly relaxing in his arms as Philza used one hand to pull his cloak to wrap around the child and him.

It was getting colder where they were staying, and unfortunately Philza was going to be here for another week before he could bring the child home. Something told him he was going to struggle getting clothing and food for the child unless he moved to a new village.

He hummed quietly as he watched his surroundings, feeling a sense of relief as he spotted the motel and moving towards it. He had plenty of food to feed both himself and the child for the rest of the week, but clothing was going to be his biggest problem. Maybe one of his shirts could work for the night, but after that he was going to have to figure something out.

He unlocked his motel room’s door, taking the both of them inside and shutting it behind him. Paranoia had him locking the door, he didn’t want to risk any locals deciding they needed to ‘help’ him by removing the child from him.

“Okay mate, we are going to have to figure out your name.”  Philza uttered softly as he moved around the room. He wouldn’t really need the bed, so giving it to the small child to sleep on was not going to be an issue. A perk of his abilities was not having to sleep as much as anyone else. Although he did have a limit of how long he could go without sleep, his maximum being nearly three weeks. “And how old you are.” Philza added after a moment.

He slept the night before so he was fine until he got home.

The child shook their head, and Philza frowned in confusion. Did the child not have a name? That was extremely damaging to children, and could cause problems later in life… Or did the child not know their age? He should also probably figure out the child’s gender.

He moved to the bed and carefully lowered the child onto the soft material. Although cries, panicked chirps, and warbles escaped the child who only clung tighter to Philza. Philza kept his arms around the child and stood back up, gently cooing and humming to calm them back down. Philza’s wings twitched again, but the windows weren’t covered yet. He’d left the curtains open to appear friendly to the locals, but he would have to shut them.

“Hey, you’re okay mate, you’re okay.” Philza cooed, warbling quietly. He could nearly feel the surprise as the child jerked in his arms, head coming up and Philza got his first good look at the child’s appearance. Pale with dirty blond hair and blue eyes, and extremely dirty. The clothes the child was wearing were more akin to rags, and Phil could definitely feel wings twitching through the material of the child’s shirt.

“Hybrid to?” The child whispered, eyes wide. Philza’s estimate of age jumped a couple years, and his heart nearly shattered. There was barely a slur to the child’s voice, making Phil wonder if the child was more four to five years old, maybe six if he really pushed his estimate.

“Yeah, I’m a hybrid too.” Philza murmured, moving and sliding the curtains shut. There were two windows in the room, one on either side of the door that took up most of the wall. It let in a lot of natural light, which Philza loved, however it was going to cause problems. The room was significantly darker now, so he moved to turn on the lamps in the room, as well as the room’s main light.

“I see?” The child asked, and Philza smiled down at them.

“Of course, can I set you down?” Philza asked. The child hesitated, a flash of fear in the child’s eyes before they hesitantly nodded. Philza moved and set them on the bed, letting them take the time to adjust before he pulled away. He removed his cloak, which revealed his wings to the child whose eyes were wide with fascination.

“Like me!” The child exclaimed, and Philza smiled. He was glad that the child wasn’t yet disgusted with themself over how they were born. Philza stretched his wings, letting his back pop slightly before pulling them back to his back. The child’s eyes were wide, and Philza smiled warmly at them.

“Yeah, like you.” Philza didn’t ask to see the child’s, he knew how personal one’s wings were when interacting with complete strangers and you were extremely young. He could remember never wanting anyone to see his wings, at least not until he’d reached puberty, and even then he was selective until he reached maturity. After that, he’d been able to defend himself incredibly well and didn’t care who saw them.

“Mine hurt.” The child’s speech was stilted at best, but there was a fluidness that told Philza that the child had enough practice with them.

“Can I help them?” Philza asked, crouching down as he watched the child carefully. They hesitated, but a glance towards Philza’s back had the child nodding. Philza purposefully made his movements obvious when he helped the child out of their shirt so that he could see their wings.

He moved to sit behind the child, and he was saddened by the way they tensed up, head trying to turn so that he could watch Philza’s movements. For the briefest moment, he was remembering a younger Technoblade after Philza had found him. Drenched in blood and on the opposing side to Philza, the two of them had ended up getting stuck in a caving system together, and they quickly learned that the other couldn’t die.

It was impossible for the other to die, but even knowing that information about themselves, Technoblade had been terrified of having Philza anywhere near his back. It took weeks and Philza getting surprisingly sick, before Technoblade had been comfortable around Philza. The two had bonded, and they’d been nearly inseparable since.

They two of them were feared by themselves, and nearly worshiped when they were together. The two tried not to be seen together unless it was in battle due to that reason.

Philza shifted so that he was more to the side of the child, letting the wing closest to their sight extend so that the child was reminded of why they were trusting Philza to look at their wings… And they were pretty bad.

There were many, many feathers missing. There were many scars, and scabs, and Philza could see that some spots were infected. And the bruises with the uncomfortable way the child’s wings were held… Philza could tell there were probably a few broken bones too.

Philza had the undeniable urge to wage war against the village for harming a child at all, nevermind to this degree. He swallowed as he gently reached out, brushing his fingertips along the base of one wing. He was gentle, and careful, but the child still flinched and tensed as if preparing for Phil to harm them.

“It’s okay, mate, I’m not gonna hurt them. I’m not going to hurt you.” Philza kept his voice even, swallowing to fight back the watering of his eyes. The child turned their head to stare at Philza, frowning slightly.

“They’re bad?” Philza nodded carefully. “I ever fly?”

“Maybe not anytime soon, but I’m sure once they are healed and you are strong enough too, you’ll be able to fly.” Philza assured. Flight was an Avian’s everything. He was once grounded for a month, and it felt like actual torture. He couldn’t imagine never being able to ever fly.

“I never heal…” The child frowned, brows furrowing as they turned their head to stare at their hands.

“You will, mate, I promise.” Philza assured. “I will see to it personally.”

“You’ll leave.” The child whispered, almost like they didn’t want to be heard in the first place. Philza moved to crouch in front of the child instead of sitting beside them.

“And you’ll come with me.” Philza met eyes with the child, who had tears in their eyes once Philza’s words were processed. Philza was surprised when the child rushed forward, clinging to Philza once more as they started to cry. Philza simply held them, rocking the child until they’d fallen asleep.

Philza’s mind was running with ways to tell Kristen about the village, maybe she’d be able to get revenge for him, because there was no way that he was separating from the fledgling. Maybe Technoblade would join her, or would do so himself. Philza knew that Techno didn’t like child mistreatment, nevermind if the child was also a hybrid.

But Philza also had to get the child to a doctor. While he knew enough first aid and had enough medical knowledge to take care of the child’s wings, the child was severely malnourished, and there were probably a couple health issues that even the child was unaware of. Maybe something hereditary that wouldn’t come in until later in life.

Philza swore to himself to get revenge on the village for the way they’d treated his child. But first, Philza had to plan on how to get the child into the bath, feed them, and dress them. He needed to worry about the here and the now for what he can do.

……… ……… ………

“Phil, why is there a child attached to you?” Philza blinked before smiling at Technoblade. He hadn’t been aware that Techno was going to be home yet. And he was staring at the child, who after a good wash and decent food looked much like Philza did. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and even some of their facial structure was quite similar… so Kristen said when she visited him during the night.

“This is my child now.” Philza nodded, a smile on his face as Techno met his eyes with the most deadpanned expression that Philza was sure that he could muster. “Kristen already met him and she approves.” Philza added. Technoblade sighed, running one hand over his face before blinking and staring at the child through his fingers.

The child stared back at Technoblade, clinging to Philza with the most adorable threatening face Philza had ever seen. The two had gotten surprisingly close in the two weeks since Philza had found him, and all Philza had learned was that the child was fiercely protective and could be down right feral at times.

Philza couldn’t wait for Technoblade to figure all of this out as well.

“Why is it that whenever something life changing happens, it’s always because of you?” Technoblade sighed, looking towards the sky. “Kristen was supposed to control you, I.. how did this happen?” Technoblade asked, looking back at Philza and sighing.

“He was terrified!” Philza responded, and the child warbled quietly as he turned and hid his face against Philza’s shoulder. “Techno, his wings are-”

“He has wings?” Technobalde’s eyes widened in surprise. Philza couldn’t fault him, Avian’s were one of the rarer species, and was only getting rarer every generation. Philza nodded, holding the child just a tad bit more protectively. “Runt’s your responsibility.” Philza brightened, a grin appearing on his face as the child chirped curiously. There was a moment before Technoblade chuffed back quietly, looking away as Philza chirped excitedly.

“Let’s get inside before one of us gets sick…” Technoblade paused, glancing at the child before looking back towards the house. “Or end in an even worse condition.” Philza followed after his friend, happy sounds escaping his throat despite his attempts at getting them to stop.

His face was red when they got inside and it was not from the cold or change in temperature.

……… ……… ………

Philza was being followed by a small child.

At first he hadn’t even noticed, too busy trading with Piglin’s for some ender pearls and enchanted books. And then he was trying to beat the incoming storm, something he had never experienced in the nether before. He really didn’t want to stick around for it, especially since the Piglin villages were locked up pretty tight.

But then he’d traveled quite the distance from any sort of village, looking for either his town’s portal, or one that was just nearby, when he noticed movement in his peripheral. He paused, turning his head and catching the sight of a figure ducking behind a cluster of rocks. It was a very small figure, which concerned Philza as the only reason a figure would be that small in the Nether would be because they were a child.

So he went to investigate, which led him to now being in an eye staring contest with a small Piglin child. The child seemed almost fearful of Philza, although he couldn’t fathom any reason as to why. He knew he was feared in the Nether, for entirely good reason, but he was most recognizable by his wings, which were covered for his own safety.

“Hello,” Philza said quietly, he was unsure if the child knew English. While a common tongue, most didn’t learn it until they were reaching puberty. The child stared at Philza apprehensively, taking a step backwards. Philza sat down, attempting to appear less threatening or intimidating. “What’s your name?” He asked, tilting his head just slightly to the side.

The child continued to stare at him, breathing a little uneven. Philza wondered if he’d startled them by approaching, if the child was fighting off the urge to run. Most Piglin’s would have attacked him by now, with him not wearing a single piece of gold. Even his earrings had been taken out due to his ears itching slightly. They were new, and a gift from Technoblade.

There was the sound of something firing and the child squealed, eyes wide with a hint of wild fear that Philza had only seen once before. He jumped up, spinning to look and finding that he’d been trailed by hunters… No… Philza wasn’t trailed, the small child was.

The small child who was now hiding behind Philza. There was always something about life and death situations that put your trust into people you feared, Philza supposed. He’d seen it with Technoblade, he’d seen it with little Tommy, and he was now seeing it once more in the small Piglin child.

There were more hunters than Philza felt comfortable fighting with the child around, so he turned, scooped the child into his arms despite the grunts and chuffs of fear, and pull his cloak around to wrap only around the child.

He spread his wings and took to the air.

Flying through heated air was always unpleasant to Philza. The heat was sweltering and uncomfortable normally in the Nether, but through the air was nearly five times worse. Flying above Lava had him unable to land for a maximum of an hour at a time, a minimum of twenty minutes if he was just hopping from land mass to land mass, uncaring of the bastions and fortresses that he would come across.

Carrying a squirming child made it a little harder.

“Careful, careful…” Philza was trying to stop the child from squirming, a fear of the child falling striking. He’d only ever dropped a child once, but that child had wings and had been learning how to fly anyways. This child didn’t have that ability.

Philza cursed when the child bit him and slipped from his grasp, beginning a descent that even Philza feared. He dove after anyways, avoiding the spikes with his arms reached out and eyes wide with panic. He could hear the child’s squeals of fear, could see the child kicking and flailing their arms.

He hated flying in the Nether, because it was so much harder to fly. The heat was making it nearly impossible to go the speed he needed to catch the child. His fear of the child dying was the only reason he was still trying to get faster.

It was by a miracle that Philza’s wings managed to catch just the right angle and he dove a little faster and had his arms around the child and was soaring back into the air. Philza’s wings ached, and not wanting a repeat of falling through the Nether he made his way to the closest land mass.

Both Philza and the child were shaking when Philza landed on the ground with a small tumble. Philza had a moment before he realized that he was trilling and warbling in fear, his arms probably tighter than necessary around the child. He was only soothed by the child holding just as tightly to him.

“You’re okay, mate… you’re okay…” Philza didn’t know if his words were even cohesive, with his instincts flared as high as they were. He barely even noticed his own wings wrapping around the child, nearly hiding the both of them from view completely. He swallowed as he rubbed the child’s back, tears in his eyes.

His communicator vibrating was probably the only reason he was able to move, and that was nearly an hour later. The child was only beginning to calm down, much like Philza himself, though still whined and moved closer as one of Philza’s arms moved to grab the device. He glanced at it, and sighed as he saw a picture of an upset Tommy.

He answered the incoming video call, a wince when he saw Technoblade looking nearly exhausted.

“Phil… Where are you?”

“In… the Nether?”

“Bruh…” Technoblade groaned, his head falling back to stare at the ceiling. Philza only smiled when Technoblade looked back at the screen to see the face of the child looking at him. The child was blocking most of Philza from view. “Philza!”

“What?” Philza responded, a pout on his face as he held the child a little tighter. There was another groan from Technoblade. Philza didn’t know what his problem was, the child was adorable, and could do with a bath after being in the Nether for so long. And some food that’s not dry with no taste.

“You’re bringing it home, aren’t you?” Technoblade tilted his head, staring at the child who was suddenly glaring at the screen. There were some chuffs from the child, and for a moment Technoblade looked offended. “It’ll fit in right with the other feral one.” Technoblade sighed as Philza brightened up. In the camera screen, Philza could see the look of offense on the child’s face.

……… ……… ………

Technoblade didn’t mean to stumble upon the child, really he didn’t. However he also had spent many centuries alongside Philza, and the man’s tendencies were like a virus.

While Technoblade mostly went to kingdoms to barter or trade, there were times he also went to completely annihilate them. If they were corrupt, they were gone within the week. If there was something to be fixed, Technoblade stayed until it was.

Now, this particular kingdom had been a thorn in his side for a while. He’d been unable to go home to Philza and the two runts he’d taken in for nearly a month now, and it was driving him crazy. The majority of the voices in his head were rearing to just go home, consequences be damned, but there were others more concerned about the consequences. Technoblade had a price on his head, any means necessary.

Which meant that he would put the children at risk. Philza adored the two, and was extremely protective even without the added case of being unable to leave them due to his instincts. Only person he’d leave them with is Technoblade, who can’t go home for previously stated reasons.

He sighed as the roaring in his head got louder. He was probably encroaching on some dangerous territory, and was about to turn to change direction when a quiet cry caught his attention. He paused, turning to look for whatever had cried. If it was an animal, he’d have to kill it. Suffering before death wasn’t something Technoblade was known for letting happen, for animal or man.

He hummed as he stepped forward with slow, measured steps. His sword was in his hand, though he hadn’t known how long it had been there. He was using it to push foliage to the side, eyes looking for anything that was moving.

Until he’d uncovered a small child with horns and a cloak that looked like it was caught tightly in a bush of berries.

“Heh?” Technoblade hadn’t realized he’d made a sound until the child’s head snapped up and he’d seen the tears in the child’s eyes. The child looked nearly relieved before their eyes landed on the sword and fear took its place.

Damn Philza for teaching Technoblade to have a heart.

He sighed as he put the sword back in its scabbard, moving just a tad bit closer and crouching down. He reached forward slowly, noticing that whenever the child moved, the cloak seemingly hurt them… No…

The child was a hybrid, that much was obvious. What hadn’t been, was what kind. But it was clear now that the child was a Shulker hybrid, the only species rarer than Avian. They were hunted for their cloaks. But children were to be left alone, that was a law everywhere.

Very few kingdoms and countries outlawed hunting species at all.

The voices in his head started making plans, begging Technoblade to make change in the world, and cooing over the small child.

Technoblade chuffed quietly as he brushed the child’s hair back with one hand, while the other began to gently untangle and unpinch the sharp thorns. The child whimpered and whined quietly, occasionally trying to just pull free. But that was next to impossible at the moment.

The voices cooed at how the child leaned into the gentle hand running fingers through his hair, eyes watering for a completely new reasoning now.

“Nearly done…” Techno could see all the scratches beeding up with blood, but as soon as the child was free, they were gone. Running off with a fear the Technoblade remembered from his youth. When he’d been too small to do much of anything.

It was nearly two weeks before Technoblade saw the child again, having nearly forgotten about the child. The voices of course hadn’t forgotten at all, having been wanting to go and find the child to bring them home much like Philza had.

It would be to shove it to the winged man, but he knew Philza would just adore the child the moment his eyes laid on the child. His mind and instincts would become protective within an hour, and Technoblade would find the responsibility taken off his hands.

Despite the fact that Technoblade was not good with kids, he found that he didn’t want the child taken off his hands by Philza. That was, if he’d even see the child again. Having said child crash into his shins while he was bartering with a blacksmith had not been what Technoblade had been expecting.

“Wha-” He heard guards clambering to get the kid, and he knew it was about the kid because this kingdom had dropped the price on his head. Seemed Philza had been fed up with Technoblade not being home. Protective about his flock.

Technoblade glanced at the incoming guards, quickly finished his bartering, and scooped the child up into his arms. He smirked at the guards, eyes nearly glowing with a rage that began to simmer, and took off running.

The voices in his head cheered as shrieks and shouts of outrage filled the air. Technoblade could only think one thought that was his own; the guards were lucky they weren’t dead. And it was only because Philza had made him promise no retaliation.

Technoblade wondered if the guards harming him would trigger Philza’s own retaliation, or if Kristen would take care of it this time. He knew that she’d wiped a village out some miles from the kingdom he’d gotten trapped around. He knew it was because of the mistreatment of Tommy, even if she didn’t know the child or his name.

A debate that he put an end to as he noticed a shadow flying overhead that interfered with the shadows of the trees he’d found himself running through. Philza was here and was following Technoblade closely. He ducked under a low hanging branch, and ran until he found a clearing. It was easy to lose the guards in the trees surrounding the kingdoms.

He smirked once he reached a clearing, felt the wind change around him, and then felt the ground disappear from below him as he was picked by his winged friend. The child in his arms shrieked when the wind changed around them, and Technoblade could hear the trill of confusion from his friend.

Later, he was surprised to find himself debating with Philza over the child, who’d managed to calm down enough to fall asleep in Technoblade’s arms during the flight. It was the first time his instincts had reared their head for a child, which awakened them for the other two children in the household.

Tommy had been excited for another ‘sibling’, while Purpled seemed hesitant and weary… and jealous that Tommy was spending time with another kid. Philza could deal with that inevitable fight whenever it happened.

……… ……… ………

Technoblade stared at the child on his doorstep, who had tears in their eyes and a tail that was wrapped around one of their legs. He blinked before sighing and pushing the door open further, letting the child scamper into the house. He could already hear Purpled’s surprised growling and a warble of confusion from Tommy.

“Uh, Techno?”

“I let them in.” Technoblade called back as he shut the door. “Surprise, we have a fourth kid now.” He added as he locked the door, turning and following the sounds and stepping into the living room. Tommy seemed interested in the new kid, Philza seemed perplexed, though he was quickly growing attached.

Technoblade could already see that Tubbo was, having already plastered himself to the new kids side. Purpled seemed unamused as Tommy immediately started up a conversation with the new kid.

“Is this what you felt when I brought Tommy and Purpled home?” Philza asked, alarmed confusion in his eyes.

“Pretty much.”

“I am so sorry.”

“No you’re not.” There was a snort of laughter from somewhere. Techno didn’t care to look to see who had made it. For now, he just wanted to take a nap. It was nearly exhausting living in the tundra for him… and for Purpled, but Purpled had some connection with Tommy that negated his instinct for hibernation.

……… ……… ………

“Why is it that whenever something happens it’s always you three?” Kristen asked, finally having found Ranboo, Tubbo, and Tommy. It had quickly become commonplace for the kids to get into as much mischief as they physically could. Especially if one of the adults was not home for longer than a day, maybe two if they really tried to be good.

“Purpled’s here too!” Tommy responded, a tone of offense as he looked up into the trees. Kristen followed his gaze and found a surprisingly sheepish Purpled… holding a raccoon.

“Purpled-” Kristen cut herself off as she laughed lightly.

“Tommy wanted a raccoon… Philza said we couldn’t keep her…” Purpled responded, shrugging as if he didn’t care.

“You four…” Kristen laughed again, moving and reaching her arms up for Purpled to drop down into. “We’ll help make her a den somewhere near the house, alright?” Kristen asked, a mischievous smile of her own appearing on her face.

“Yes!” Tommy cheered.

“Oh that’ll be so much fun!” Tubbo added, jumping in place as Purpled jumped down. Kristen caught him, only thankful that the racoon didn’t decide to randomly attack either her or Purpled.

She followed the kids back towards the house, a smile on her face as the four all laughed together. Philza and Technoblade would most definitely have their hands full for as long as the kids lived with them. Maybe even afterwards, as she didn’t quite see them letting go of their pseudo parents any time soon.

[theenderwalker]

hai!! im just curious on what your take is on c!ranboos enderwalk. thats a bit vague actually . like i mean what did you view it as? cus i know some people see it as morally grey, a different part of them entirely, etc. sorry if that doesnt make sense i just havent heard many people's opinion on it lol

ok this is a big and difficult question because ultimately we don’t have a conclusive answer in canon . so i’m gonna synthesize how i interpret what we do know.

i firmly believe that ranboo’s enderwalk state is, well, just ranboo. i think it’s a matter of what memories he has access to at a given point in time, how he acts on those memories, and it’s not nearly as black and white and ‘enderwalking’ and ‘not’.

there are things he knows, and doesn’t know that he knows, things he’s done that he doesn’t remember, and critically, he has relationships with people that he does not know about. it’s not as simple as enderwalking off-stream and not onstream, because we have examples of him acting on information he doesn’t usually have onstream and he has forgotten things he did while fully aware and not under duress (the shulker box deal with foolish, which he didn’t remember later when asked about it during the lessons stream).

it’s implied in some places that it’s a cyclical thing (in the arg, one of the pages refers to ‘the enderwalkers’ as ‘circadian’ (referring to circadian rhythms/sleep cycles)<-i think this is still sort of speculation but people tested it with the font layered over the crossed out section and it fit, arg also deals strongly with the clock motif, clock ticking and stopwatch as teasers for the arg, etc) though its also able to be triggered manually through strong emotions, pain, and fear. (splash water bottle, dream smile). Z claims uncertainly that it may be genetic, and their writings imply that ranboo isn't the only one though there's no suggestions as to where these other enderwalkers may be.

it oftentime feels like while he's enderwalking he has access to more memories--though it might simply be different memories. he for sure has access to more information about his past (eg. he remembers ender entirely sometimes, while most of the times we see him on screen he's in the process of relearning it, or is at least much more subtle about knowing it.) At times he acts on fully subconscious memories, like when he built the cobblestone end city over l'manhole without realizing exactly what it was or why.

what i think is most important to this understanding though, is that he is SO consistent in what he wants and believes. the things that change are who he knows and associates with, and what he remembers. but ultimately, he has the same goal. he just acts on it differently. people not sides, stopping conflict, being a mediator, ‘one happy family’. these ideas are something he consistently believes in all the time. it’s the context that changes, whether he’s working with dream on the community house, or with tommy and tubbo to kill dream, or wilbur and hitting on 16, he is willing to take extreme measures to pursue these goals.

IMPORTANT TO NOTE: i don’t believe the purple eyes enderwalk trope is strictly diegetic. we know for a fact that ranboo is visibly indistinguishable while enderwalking and not, as we have seen him ‘enderwalk’ on other people’s streams, and he has interacted with people ‘in’ and ‘out’ of the state without them recognizing any difference. (cphil, cfoolish, and cawesamdude as some notable examples)

TLDR: It's just Ranboo, with more, or different, or all of his memories.

(link is to a clip of c!ranboo saying as much based on the information he had at the time)

[metfell]

a little list of my dsmp species hc's for fun:

tommy: lab creation/shapeshifter. he changes depending on whoever hes closest to at the time. for tubbo he grows flowers, specifically like the moolip from minecraft earth. honestly this is just my tmmyrp design.

tubbo: moobloom. LOVE the ctubbo moobloom designs. his flowers wilt and change depending on his emotional state/season of the server/literal nature seasons. what looks like a laurel wreath is actually vines growing and wrapping around his horns.

wilbur: inhuman. not sure what he is. if we go off of canon and play along with... sighs. with utah. then entering the dsmp changed him physically. he has a long tail, furless elvish/animal ears, and sharp teeth. he doesnt even know what he is. if we go off of him being phil's kid then hes more closely related to kristin than phil in species based on how i draw her.

ranboo: he used to be a full enderman, but upon entering the server he was taken and experimented on and is half dreamon. dreamons look like undertale amalgams. ghostly pale, slime-like texture, can morph and warp into disguises. for ranboo, the dreamon half mimics an enderman. this is my latenightmining design i use.

the rest of these arent nearly gonna be as long btw i just think abt bench and wilbur the most

purpled: shulker. i dont know a lot about purpled but i think basing him off of something in minecraft is more fun than making him just an alien. i also think it fits with his ufo i mean you enter through the tractor-beam its like levitation like shulkers plus theyre purple and yellow.

quackity: honestly i just make him a fallen angel cause it looks cool.

jack manifold: i LOVE the demon manifold designs and the robot manifold designs i cant pick.

ill add more if i remember any other notable designs i like

[mikaikaika]

Tubbo and Fit found a strange room near the station (??)). It had a shulker box in it

[redraven393]

Catching up with Philza QSM Vod

July 22

hai phil-Early birbs lets go

You do have so many shits laying around

AUSIE AUSIE OIOIOI

Tallulah Darling hi :D its SO early for u-CHAYANNE HONEY YU AWAKE! - KIDDO buddy You give us ALL a HEARTATTCAK

Yeah scold him Phil >:(- PFFT Tallulah! -  CHAYANNE PLS SHE HAVENT SLEPT

ETOILES WOULD BE PUT IN PRISON

Safety first :D- no joint room

Well the kid literally have been sleeping a lot Lullah what do you expected?

PFTT 3 HOURS? CHAYANNE BUDDY PLS REST

Pretty – LMAO PHIL PLS THE 4th WALL PHIL

Yeah the room is not orange enough- Gordon ramsay tangent-

OMG TALLULAH SWEETY WHY DIDN’T YOU HAVE ANY FOOD?!- AVACADO toast FOR THE WIN!- CHAYANNE you too!

Food Check- DÉCOR time – Judging ur vibe-

Oh no u stuck- YAY FREDOM – IKEA LETS GOO

Lol the kids- all pumpkins- YAH STEAL THE RICH

Oh what about forever?- DID YA WIN SON??- AWWW noo

Woah that’s far- that is such a unique pattern- jumping blok-

Where is she?- PlANT TIME- WOAHH COOL- hey Tallulah

Oh ? good news first- white puffball U can eat them??

Yeah so Storage rooms

Grappling time- HERE WE GO

Yeah must be Dappers doing- Dapper is so crazy- HOLLY SHIT DAPPER U ARE CRAZY- ITS IN ALPHEBITICAL ORDER?!- It’s the Tesseract

Lol yeah you guys spend way to much time marveling dapper’s farm

Lolwas that enough?- fastest adventure we had- yeah don’t wory Lullah ur safe now

YEAH DÉCOR TIME AGAIN- yeah this looks good

Oh hey Tubbo

Oh?- Spanish music?- dance time cant hear the song thou

If you don’t know about love FUQ OFF lol- opp TOXIC- good guy behavior?

Lol yeah put all of it

CHAYANNNE- we did all that huh

Oh wait? They have titles??- YEAH CHAT GET YOUR TOAST

That is so cool- oh yeah you did that

AWW So CUTE

Yeah it look so good

AW YEAH WILL’S LETTERS

Phil’s pls he was assassinated by a baby

PFFT PHIL PLS NOT THAT ONE

A picture for the whole fam

Ahh a trip down the memory lane

Ah yes his favorite pic

Lol he got a pc-yeah not a good idea to put it next to the fire-well a kid got to have his fun

AWW THAT IS SO CUTE :D

AGUSTIN

Lol “no. MINE”

New song- yeah2 vod watchers cant hear anything lol- SPYxFAMILY??-OHH COMEDY that one

Yeah that is sweet

LET HIM COOK

Yeah it is pretty

LMAO Phil pls-PERMITED LETS GO

Phil pls

YEAH LETS GO to the TOP

Wicked lets go

Oh? A shulker box? Eyyo?

Lol bird brain go brr

:)

“Probably trash “he said LIES

PFFT LMAO he did it the son of a ditch

Lol its all fun Chayanne don worry- phil pls

STAR GAZING LETS GO

To the uppies place-safe and sound

Heloo-it DOES LOOK like a nest – birdza strikes again-The crows nest :D

AWW :D- so cute- an ECLIPSE- CUTE-

YEAH BED TIME STORY – OHH a SUPERNOVA

Oh the Beetlejuice :D- Yeah INFO DUMP

YEAH that is Cool

Gotta pay that bill

Yeah he did do that- Chayanne pls buddy

Yeah well they have reasons to be paranoid Tallulah, years of experience ca do that

:( PHILZA – YES WE DID SO PLS STAY SAFE

:’)

AWW KIDS WE LOVE YOU TOO – what happened with the squid?- aww buddy

Ah shit, imma cry – music paid actor

Goofy picture

Oh? – AWW KIDDO :’D

UGH MY HEART – AWW BUDY – PFT Tallulah sweety

AWW YOU TWO

Holly Lullah u have plenty

YEAH BED TIME

Opp ur stuck - oh okay good

Old chair

Etoiles have high standards- lmao- ??? holy – opp she voided

Question time- iron? Oh its not/j- pfft

Opp welcome back!- pfft

Yeah lets goo- oh so the Fed didn’t kidnaped you?

Yeah go get rest kiddos- oh that’s okay Tallulah

a hotel brunt down?-

?

who

OH FUCK OFF YOU BINARY BASTARDS

STOP TAKING PHOTOS U SHIT

WALTERBOB?!

FUCK OFF

STAY AWAY FROM CHAYANNE YOU SON OF DITCH

YEAH GO OFF PHIL- YEAH AND STAY THE FUK AWAY YA SHIT

Yeh he did- scuff encounter- YEAH NO MERCY- NOT IF HE WAS THE BINARY BASTARD

Vote for Walter

Pfft ever the humble Tallulah- okay stop fighting

Yeh MUSIC BOX

STAY SAFE KIDDOS

GOODNIGHT TALLULAH CHAYANNE

a fresh BRUISED Lettuce

BYE KIDS

Yeah those guys are creeps

?? oH YEaH IT DID- Failed egg? I mean why did the FEDs even made the EGGS

Chat?- PFT THT IS TOO BIG

YEY BYE PHIL

[recapqsmp]

Dimanche 03/09 - Project yellow bird

Tubbo a fait la rencontre d'un cheval qui parle ! Avec Badboy, ils l'ont appelé "Bonnie", car il est squelettique. BadBoy et Bonnie sont aussi allé à la rencontre d'Antoine.

https://clips.twitch.tv/GeniusHotArmadilloCurseLit-1QmZI0lT9uPXOmHn

IronMouse a reçu une visite de Cucurucho qui lui a donné une quête : Elle doit organiser un dîner avec autant de participants qu'elle le souhaite (mais au moins un oeuf et des habitants), en préparant entrée, plat, dessert, dans un lieu qu'elle devra choisir attentivement. Pendant le dîner, elle devra raconter une histoire à ses invités pour les divertir, et devra prendre 10 photos qu'elle mettra dans un album qu'elle remettra à Cucurucho. Si elle accomplit cette tâche, elle recevra 2 disques de musique de son choix, ainsi que 10 duck coins. Après avoir beaucoup réfléchis et hésité, elle a décidé d'accepter cette quête.

https://clips.twitch.tv/LivelyRealPoultryPastaThat-W3yoZRm81A6gLSwB

Baghera a reçu un livre dans une shulker box noire dans son château, avec une tulipe orange, et des coordonnées menant à la gare, ainsi qu'un code à 6 chiffres : sa date de naissance. Là bas elle a trouvé un ascenseur, et en le prenant, elle est tombée sur une chambre d'enfant délabrée. Il y avait des dessins au mur, une télé, un canapé, une photo de la gare, un lit.. Baghera a trouvé bizarre que le sol était fait en bloc de perle et en améthyste, les deux blocs qu'elle préfère et voulait de la part de Cucurucho.

Dans la chambre, il y avait aussi deux livres : Le premier contenait une liste dont la résidente des lieux "avait besoin". Le deuxième livre lui, contenait les mémoires d'une jeune fille ayant des plumes, subissant des expériences et des prises de sang par des gardiens violents. Ce livre était signé d'un nom : Baghera. Elle s'est assise devant les dessins de sa chambre d'enfance, et s'est faite expulser avec un message disant : "il n'y a pas d'échappatoire cette fois-ci."

https://clips.twitch.tv/ShyStormyAxeJonCarnage-7SY1lVUiie6bNlap

BadBoy et Pomme ont continué leurs aventures là où ils les ont laissé la dernière fois : dans le laboratoire de Dapper. BadBoy a lu les 22 pages d'un logbook laissé par Dapper, expliquant ce qu'il fait dans cet endroit : il essaie de créer une potion à partir de monstres apparaissant par un spawner de sa création. Pour créer ses potions, il doit donner de sa propre vie à ces monstres, comme une piqûre de moustique. Il a failli mourir plusieurs fois, mais il a réussi a récupérer plusieurs "coeurs d'âme". BadBoy a aussi remarqué une porte menant vers des sous-sols, d'où sortent des bruits de créatures, mais il a décidé de ne pas visiter tant qu'il n'en aura pas parlé à Dapper.

https://clips.twitch.tv/SwissVivaciousPenguinCharlietheUnicorn-8zGCivzMMRIdhV-Z

https://clips.twitch.tv/BrainyAnimatedDonkeyRuleFive-baXtw7S1rFhBS205

[dykefoolish]

foolish seeing tubbo with illegal shulker boxes is like a shark seeing blood in the water

[iworshipsappho]

Ok so basically space is is clingy duo Qpr focused:3

Tommy’s a human that was taken from earth when he was around 3-4 and then experimented on and given powers by Dream (Dream is a Shulker and he is a member of the galactic council) before he managed to escape when he was around 13 by taking an escape pod and then that’s when he meets TUBBO!!! Tubbo is a bee who was an outcast in his hive since he was seen as weaker then the other bees (he can’t fly) he has an interest in working on droids and ships he meets Tommy when he goes outside the hive to look for any sort of scraps he can use for his ship (outside his particular hive there’s lots of scraps) and he comes across a crashed escape pod…he gets closer and a human (Tommy) walks out and he sorta starts panicking and pulls out his knife but once he notices Tommy isn’t attacking he lowers his knife and the rest is history:] cut to present clingy duo are on the run since humans are basically seen as dangerous creatures that can’t be allowed to roam free so they travel around in their small ship (the Benson) traveling from planet to planet as for Tommy slowly becoming less human he at some point in the au wakes up and notices he has very tiny blue horns and stuff:]

i fucking SQUEALLEDD!!!! AAAAA im obsesseddd clingy!!!!! benson!!!!! ooo i love bee!tubbo!!!! so question, does toomy crash back onto earth or??? if not, is each hive a planet or are there many hives in a planet?? also oo oo what happens with dream after toms escapes and oo what are the experimentations perhaps??? (no pressure to ans any of these obvs!!!)

💜

[bunkerhive]

《 MOST NORMAL GIRL EVER 》

[Pubeverse o!Tubbo rp blog managed by @patorucho]

》 Things to know about p!Tubbo:

Uses he/she/buzz pronouns, and identifies as nonbinary! He is unlabeled in terms of attraction, so it's none of your bee's wax on what she calls herself or what she's interested in.

Lives underground in a beehive esque bunker. Probably not plotting to take over the server.

Most likely building farms and machines for said farms. And doomsday devices, but we don't talk about that.

Obsessed with pollen and flowers.

《 KEKW 》

》 Tags p!Tubbo will use:

#buzzfuckery - text post

#collective hivemind - asks

#pollen collection - character interaction threads

#brewed honeypot - end of thread

#in the toolbox - in character reblogs

#shulker click + #ooc - out of character

《 BEEBOY AIN'T FUCKING AROUND 》

》 Tags when interacting with the Boys:

[written in character]

#pampered fuck - @particle-princess (Ranboo)

#chicken clingy - @bigman-birdism (Tommyinnit)

#little shitsnag - @the-inch (Sneegsnag)

#the crowfag - @your-royal-crowfather (Philza)

#the L in blaze - @youreblazing (Jack Manifold)

#the fagtain - @fallen-starbourne (Captain Sparklez)

#miauuu miauuuu - @serverspussy (James Marriott)

#blub blub blub - @fishachu (Niki || Nihachu)

#why are you normal - @milkvines (Ted Nivison)

#farm for pistons - @sludgeyson (Charlie || Slimecicle)

#the phobia part - @hauntinghallz (Wilbur Soot)

#stop stealing my shit - @wealthindamouf (Fundy)

#walking bomb - @smajornova (Scott || Smajor)

#sniffs you ig - @thefragranceman (jSchlatt)

#turned tom down lol - @beauvian (Beautie)

《 JOIN THE HIVE 》

[erstwhilesparrow]

🥫🏳️💡pleeeease <3

:D <3 hello friend!

🥫 - What’s a scene you’ve really enjoyed working on?

hm... let's narrow it down to fandoms we have in common, because i love 'working on' fic in the sense of editing and rewriting so much just in general. i'm gonna say the scene where dazai pins chuuya to the bed in saint of the paint that was left in the pot ? i don't like reading it back now, but i remember that the act of writing it was a lot of fun. spent a lot of time thinking about how bodies feel in a way i don't normally? and there's a bit at the very end where i describe being able to feel the muscles in someone's forearm moving when they unfurl their fingers, which is an actual thing i kept checking as i was writing by grabbing my own forearm. (i paused here just to do it again right now.) utterly ridiculous thing to do, but it was kind of fascinating. bodies, right?

🏳️ - Favorite way you have described something in your works

oh this one's easy. i like all the descriptions i put in ortolan bunting, but my favourite continues to be this one: "They are like-skinned animals, same stuff in their veins: two parts flashbang, three parts want." to this day, one of the only sentences i've written that i (1) still remember clearly and (2) still genuinely like after posting to ao3

💡- What’s a idea you’ve enjoyed but never/couldn’t write?

augh. so many??? there was this dsmp tubbo fic i started taking notes for months and months ago that was going to have exactly as many words as the maximum number of items you can fit in a minecraft shulker box and it was going to be ~thematically relevant to his aggressive compartmentalizing and trace through his history on the server but there is simply So Much about tubbo i do not know / haven't watched the relevant streams for and my interest waned before i could do anything with it.

in general, Longfic Is Hard. I Can't Do It. unfortunately, i keep having ideas that would be best suited to being expanded over the course of a very long fic!

oh, also, i know this answer's getting long but i need somewhere to whine about my own inability to write explicit smut. the amount of Terrible, Very Bad, Extremely Characterizing Sex i would write about my blorbos having if i had any clue how to write Characters Having Sex is stunning. i think two characters who have each lost someone they love very much should fuck each other while thinking way too hard about the person they lost instead of the person they are actively in bed with. that'd be so good if i could write it. (off the top of my head, i can already think of THREE pairings this would work for. you don't know any of them so i will not list them :P )

[pinkdiamond0714]

Next mcytmon is origins Tubbo! I really wanted to incorporate the transition from shulker to bee, this was inspired by the animatic by Casserole :D over on youtube. They start off a pure bug type, then become bug/flying upon fully evolving.