#tommy keeping techno company

[piink-u]

I hope people understand that when I say "I miss the dsmp" that I don't mean some people, some story lines, some general things, the fandom... Hells, I barely miss the part of the lore or characters I liked.

What I miss is crimeboys making an alleyway simply because they wanted to play more together after the lore for the day was done. I miss Tubbo spinning around on the spot trying to find a giggling Wilbur. I miss Wilbur smiling to himself and writing on chat just for us to see that "Tubbo reminds me of myself when younger". I miss Techno getting into the server tired as fuck just cause one of his friends called him and wanted to do absolutely nothing in Minecraft with him. I miss Wilbur staying awake until ungodly hours to keep Techno company when my man was farming potatoes and try-harding. I miss SBI and friends crashing into Phil's hardcore streams to talk about nothing at all and absolutely everything just to be together and laugh and say shit. I miss Tommy trying to make sense of something and the smile on his face after Wilbur would laugh heartily and say "That's quote book, for sure". I miss stories about late night gameplays of fucking TF2. I miss chat crying to Phil, his sigh, his giggle and his "What did they do?". I...

I guess I just miss them.

[witchyleehibernates-fics]

Clingy Instincts and Sunny Afternoons Spent In The Sun

Summary:

Tommy didn’t particularly like potatoes, he much preferred strawberries, which there were a number of bushes that lined their house that were all Tommy’s to take care of. Tommy blinked tiredly, yawning as Techno grabbed the last bag of potatoes, and grabbed onto the hem of his shirt as they started walking back towards the house again. “You can go rest, Theseus,” Techno commented, and Tommy growled at him as a look of offense took over his face. Techno snorted a little, chuffing in apology before using one hand to ruffle Tommy’s hair. Tommy made a face at that, but he didn’t complain. The last bag of potatoes was added to the shed near the back door, and once that was done, Tommy threw himself into Techno’s arms, clinging to him from the front instead of the back now. Techno chuckled lightly, patting Tommy’s back as he adjusted to carrying Tommy again.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: Hybrid AU, instincts, character hates their own instincts, fluff

Characters: TommyInnit, Technoblade, Purpled, Tubbo, Chayanne, Tallulah, Philza, Ranboo

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,616

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

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Tommy thought that his instincts were bullshit some days. Some days, like today, were the reasons in his list of why he hated his instincts. He was clinging to Techno’s back, quietly purring with half lidded eyes as Techno walked around his garden of potatoes that he was adamant about keeping up with.

Everyday Techno would go around and take care of his wolves, he would help the horses, and then he would travel around his garden that was a bit of a walk from the house. Tommy had his schedule nearly memorized, although Techno deviated from it just slightly today when Tommy refused to get off of him from where they’d been cuddling for the morning.

He’d simply moved Tommy onto his back before making his way out of the house for his chores. And moved to help the horses first, and then the cows, which were normally Tommy’s chore, and then moved to his wolves before turning and walking towards his potato farm garden thing.

Tommy was still not able to force himself to move from Techno’s  back, still clinging and purring in the blurry haze that his instincts typically forced him in. He never knew what caused his instinct days, despite the number of times Philza or Techno, or even Purpled, had tried to explain it was because he repressed his instincts so much.

Tommy repressed because he hated them, and they just didn’t understand that.

Tommy whined, his grip tightening on Techno when Techno shifted him just a little too much. Techno’s chest rumbled, slightly, and Tommy settled back down, though holding on just a little tighter.

His head rested on Techno’s shoulder as he sighed again. Techno patted his calf when Tommy finally settled down. He sighed quietly again as his instincts pulled him a little further into the quiet haze.

Some more time passed with Tommy resting peacefully in the company of his uncle before it was interrupted once more. This time it was because of Techno speaking and not because Techno had gotten a little careless when moving around.

“Come on Theseus, you gotta get down for a moment.” Tommy growled when Techno told him that, his arms squeezing a little tighter and clinging further. Techno chuffed, and Tommy chuffed back, hiding his face against Techno’s shoulder. “Come on, Theseus, I gotta pick up something heavy.” Tommy whined, lifting his head and finding that Techno was looking into a mirror to see him.

Tommy missed Techno’s face softening, but he did notice the bracelet made of gold sitting on a bench a few feet away. There was a quiet sound of confusion as he spied the bracelet, which even had gold charms hanging from the carefully crafted gold chain. He swallowed as he felt the urge to go and take it, even though he had no clue whose it was.

“It’s yours, Thes, go take it.” Techno had crouched down, waiting patiently as Tommy battled with his own instincts. A few minutes later, Tommy slowly released Techno. He barely caught himself because he’d forgotten that, since he’d been on Techno’s back, he needed to use his legs too.

Techno waited as Tommy balanced from his stumble before he made his way to the bracelet. He barely registered Techno moving to pick up whatever ‘heavy thing’ that he had to pick up. A barely paying attention glance showed that it was a large back of potatoes that Techno had slung over his shoulder.

It was nearly Techno’s height and width, so Tommy was a little thankful that the bracelet was more interesting than clinging to the brute of his sounder.

Tommy hummed, carefully putting the bracelet on as his feet carried him to follow after Techno. He stayed by Techno’s side as the brute carried a number of bags similar to the first from the barn that kept their horses towards the house. Their family ate a large number of dishes that had potatoes in them, and they were Techno’s favorite food for if he wanted a snack.

Tommy didn’t particularly like potatoes, he much preferred strawberries, which there were a number of bushes that lined their house that were all Tommy’s to take care of. Tommy blinked tiredly, yawning as Techno grabbed the last bag of potatoes, and grabbed onto the hem of his shirt as they started walking back towards the house again.

“You can go rest, Theseus,” Techno commented, and Tommy growled at him as a look of offense took over his face. Techno snorted a little, chuffing in apology before using one hand to ruffle Tommy’s hair. Tommy made a face at that, but he didn’t complain.

The last bag of potatoes was added to the shed near the back door, and once that was done, Tommy threw himself into Techno’s arms, clinging to him from the front instead of the back now. Techno chuckled lightly, patting Tommy’s back as he adjusted to carrying Tommy again.

Tommy’s eyes closed as he started to purr in content. His head was resting on Techno’s shoulder once more, too. In the back of Tommy’s mind, he was horrified at the way he was acting. Clinging to his uncle like he was four again after a particularly terrible nightmare.

He was annoyed with himself that, even at fourteen, he was still acting like his instincts were new to him. Techno chuffing as he rubbed Tommy’s back carefully alerted Tommy to the fact that he was growling.

Tommy went back to purring as the fuzzy feeling came back.

It took him some time to realize that Techno had moved them into the center of the yard and was laying down with Tommy in the sun. Like a cat, Tommy rolled over and stretched, His eyes caught on the golden bracelet as the sun hit it, and more purring escaped from Tommy.

Techno was also purring, though it sounded different to Tommy’s. Whilst Tommy’s sounded a lot like a cat’s, Techno’s sounded deeper with a more rumbling-ness than vibrating-ness.

They laid there for nearly four hours before anyone came to either find them or to simply check on them. It was Purpled first, who merely laid in the sun with them, after bringing them sweatshirts to put under their heads. Tubbo followed soon after, his literal cat instincts probably nearly forcing him too when he noticed them laying out in the sunshine.

Chayanne and Tallulah came racing outside after lunch, laughing as they started a game of tag. Techno moved to sit up a bit then, keeping an eye on Tallulah as the two small children played. Philza came out soon after them, sitting on a lawn chair on the deck with his wings outstretched.

Ranboo came out last, rubbing their eyes as if they’d just woken up. They took a look around before moving towards the group laying out in the sun. They sat down next to Tubbo, who moved to lay his head in their lap as they started up a conversion with Purpled, who was propped onto his elbows with their head fallen back.

Tommy felt half asleep, maybe even more than halfway. He was purring a little louder than before, and suddenly there were hands in his hair, gently playing with his hair.

He didn’t know when he’d fallen asleep, but he did know that when he woke up, Tallulah was lying on his chest and he was on the couch in the living room with a fire going decently in the fireplace nearby.

“Wha’ time is it?” Tommy uttered, one hand rising to rub his eyes as he looked around in confusion. Tallulah chirped as Tommy shifted slightly. He wasn’t moving to get up, just readjusting to be a little more comfortable.

“After seven, was just coming to wake you up.” Tommy looked over and found Purpled in the doorway. “Is ‘llulah awake yet?” Tommy shrugged with one shoulder half heartedly. Purpled snorted as he moved to walk around the couch to see for himself.

“Dinner?”

“There’s left overs for you and Tallulah being heated up right now.” Purpled responded, crouching down and carefully shaking Tallulah’s shoulder. “Lulah, come on runt.” Tommy snorted slightly when Tallulah’s wing shot out and knocked Purpled over on his ass.

“That was deserved.” Tommy snickered lightly as Tallulah turned her head to hide against Tommy’s shoulder. Purpled made a noise of offense as he stared at the four year old. Her wings were small enough not to cause actual damage, but there was a strength behind them regardless.

“That was mean.” Purpled responded.

“You called her a runt.”

“She’s the youngest!” Purpled exclaimed, eyes wide in bewilderment. Tallulah giggled slightly as she turned her head to peak over at Purpled. Purpled spluttered suddenly. “She just flipped me off!”

“Tallulah? No, she would never!” Tommy knew for an absolute fact that Tallulah absolutely would. Purpled gave him a look, so Tommy moved Tallulah enough so that she was at least semi sitting up. “You wouldn’t ever flip someone off, would you ‘llulah?” Tommy asked. Tallulah shook her head with wide and innocent eyes. “See! She’s innocent!” Tommy told Purpled, smirking when Purpled sputtered indigently.

“Dinner?” Tallulah asked, looking towards the doorway with a curious tilt of her head. Tommy could smell that there had been some kind of pasta tonight. Maybe chicken too, which made his stomach rumble in hunger.

“Food.” Tommy pushed himself up, scooping Tallulah in his arms. It got him a laugh from her as Purpled pushed himself up to follow after them. Still trying to prove that Tallulah wasn’t as innocent as she acted.

Tommy shared a secretive smile with Tallulah who covered her mouth as she giggled.

[box-architecture]

Ok sooo… for the Blob au do the like canon events still happen? Like does Dream go to prison? If so is Dream blob forced to go with him? Does Quackity get a blob?…

Yes! Canon events happen up to prison. This is sort of a little fun extra stuff tied to the communication knife au, so canon for blob au diverges where ckau does (aka when Sam and Dream have sex in prison, then continue to have a poly relationship with Punz post-prison.) This AU was largely because my friend (@corvesfelinesart) drew a lot of cute images of Sam as a blob, and I really wanted to write cute stuff about Blob Sam and awesamdrunz. It's not overly complex, just Fun Fluff, yknow?

Blob Dream doesn't accompany his admin to prison. Most of the time, the blobs Dream creates are meant to be running around checking for bugs or damage to the server. The ones Dream gives Imprints to, like Sap's blob or Techno's blob, tend to focus more their Imprints instincts rather than going around the server and doing their job, hence Blob Tech leaving Dreams side immeadietly to go find Technos dogs. They're still capable of damage control! They're just. Selective about which areas they prefer to be in.

Blob Dream, while Dream himself is in prison, continues to do his job around the server and often spies on other players to make sure they're healthy and safe. He doesn’t register any of the pain or suffering that Dream experiences while in prison, but it does experience a slight change in behavior, becoming more prone to hoarding and nervous around people.

Dream has to consciously make an effort to imprint a players soul onto a blob, and he has never had any intention of making an imprint of Quackity. Imprinted blobs are fun, but they're aren't very useful tools. He couldn't use it a Blob Quackity to his advantage when it only mimics a players base instincts, and it'd more likely than not be hostile to Blob Dream.

List of blobs Dream has made: Sapblob, Gogyblob, Tommyblob, Tubboblob, Fundyblob, Ranblob, Punzblob, Technoblob, Samblob, possibly more if I remember later.

Dream showed Tommy his ability to make blobs during exile as a sort of way to cheer him up during one of their good moments. Tommy was absolutely delighted, but then he got a little hesitant as he asked if Dream could make one of Tubbo. Dream didn't say anything. Tommy's blob eventually fucked off into the wilderness and made its own little nest in the ground. Dream made a Tubboblob to keep him company, and ignores them otherwise.

Ranblob, made alongside Punzblob while they were all planning Staged Finale, occasionally comes to visit them, but post-Ranboos death, Tubboblob has become hostile every time it shows up. Ranblob is usually found accompanying Ranboo at a distance otherwise.

Fundyblob was made during Dream and Fundys brief partnership, just a thing to make Fundy smile. Currently it's sleeping in a drawer in Fundys house. It plays with Yogurt sometimes, but doesn't really like leaving the house.

Sapblob and Gogyblob were made around the beginning of the server, also for pure fun. It was interesting watching the Dream Team's blobs play together, like watching a cat doing zoomies. Dreamblob hasn't approached either of them in ages, but if he did, Sapblob would maw on his head (supposedly in anger, but really he just missed him) and Gogyblob would likely attempt to sit on top of him to prevent it from leaving.

Technoblob was 100 percent just thinking Techno was Very Cool and wanting to make a little guy of him. He was very indignant when said blob bonked him with its head several times and then hopped away. What does that even mean!?

[cateyeswrites]

Stardew (murder) Valley

Summer Year 1 

TW: Wilbur is mentioned but he is not in the story! also mention of cannibalism

This is a small self indulgent Stardew valley AU with a twist of mistery and thriller! So far this is the outline for the story and more of an introduction to the characters and the settings

Quackity and Tilin 

New in isla Quesadilla town 

Quackity inherited the farm from El Quackity who died a couple of weeks ago

Quackity and Wilbur are exes however Quackity never knew that Wilbur was from the small town originally 

Luzu and Quackity broke up because they didn't know if Luzu was Tilin’s father or not 

Quackity ran before Luzu could convince him to do the test, afraid of the result.

Quackity is fascinated by the mines in Isla Quesadilla, a small part of him believes it’s magic while the other just likes the fact that he can get money fast from there. 

Quackity and Tilin arrive at an old house and so much hard work to be done

Tilin is 5 and a half 

Quackity is 23 

Phil and Missa

They have Chayanne and Tallulah under their care

Phil’s wife passed away even tho people claim they still see her walking through the town at times or walking beside the couple and kids 

Phill and Kristen grew up with their three kids in Quesadilla Island, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy. 

When the new scientist, Missa, arrives in town, it is Phill who welcomes him and offers him a room in his house, he quickly falls for the dorky scientist and Kristen takes no more than a day to fall for him too. 

A couple of years later, when their youngest gets sick, Kristin also decides to investigate the magic in the town with Missa. One day Kristin goes alone and gets lost but there she meets a small creature who promises to help her kid if she makes a deal with him and helps him overview the other side. 

That day Kristin went home, played with her kids, and passed away tucked between her two loves 

Lady Death was born that night.

Missa is interested in the cosmic and magical nature of the caverns and lakes of Quesadilla Island usually during his day he will spend the morning with the children and help Phill around the potato farm, during the night he researches the caves and makes tests in the waters of the lakes, with the company of a very sweet lady death.

Tommy moves away after graduating, Techno decides to follow only to give Phill and Missa some sense of peace. 

Sometime after Tommy leaves Missa and Phill decide to Adopt a kid, they have the space, and the parenting experience and they want to help a kid who needs it. 

Chayanne arrives exactly three months later, a spunky 7-year-old who brightens their days 

Two weeks after that a small 5-year-old girl is at their doorsteps; Hey Dad and Missa, this is Tallulah, my daughter. Please take care of her while I am gone. THANKS!

Roier and Jaiden 

Rier runs the tavern in the town 

He and Jaiden have a house where they stay with their son Bobby and Roiers son Pepito.

Jaiden runs an art school in town and does activities for the kids in town 

Jaiden has a daughter she co-parents, Empanada who lives with her other moms Tina and Baggi 

Roier and Jaiden have been friends since college, on their last year they found a baby on the side of their apartment building.  

They decide to keep the baby and formally adopt it as theirs. 

They name him Bobby.

After they graduate they decide to go live in the small town near the City, Isla Quesadilla. A small town where they can raise their child without criticism and peacefully.

Jaden opens her art school and Roier starts working in the tavern after a year of working there, the owner ready to retire gives the reins to Roier.

Roier is currently dating the sheriff who has a boy the same age as Bobby. 

Bobby is 3 and a half years old

Celbit and Pac 

Celbit used to be a big-shot detective alongside his partner Pac. 

There was a serial killer who would murder people, that was their main case at the time.

One night they were patrolling an alley when Pac is taken out with a blow to the head, unfortunately, he isn’t knocked out and he can hear fighting and wrestling, it isn’t until he feels someone take a bit out of his leg that it clicks why they can’t seem to find the dude, since he eat his victims and dispose of the bones that they would find months later.

When Pac wakes up Celbit is right there looking guilty at the side of his bed, he is so wrapped up talking to him that he doesn’t realize something is missing—his leg. 

After the incident, Celbit quits the police force and moves away to Isla Quesadilla where his child Richarlyson is being raised by his friend Mike, Richa’s other dad. 

Mike, Pac, Celbit, and Felps found Richas 4 years ago while working on a case of human trafficking, and when they couldn’t find his family they decided to all five of them to adopt him.

After Felps dies during a case, Mike quits his job and takes Richas with him to a small town that Celbit finds his way to, after Pac’s accident.

Celbit becomes the sheriff of the town and head of the station.

Celbit then meets Roier whom he falls in love embarrassingly quickly. 

Celbit and Richas semi-move in within less than a year but still keep things in the house they shared with Mike.

Roier is the only one ever to learn Celbits dark secret.

Besides Felps.

When Pac hears that there is trouble in Isla quesadilla and people are starting to disappear, the same type of people the Canibal would take in the city, he pacs his things and heads to the small town ready to catch the bastard.

Tubbo 

A 19-year-old college student who is a bit of a genius.

He is doing a project where he helps farmers create a more productive watering system and testing other gadgets to help farming.

He is currently living at Fit’s Inn.

One day he finds a 9-year-old digging through the trash. The only name she gave him was Sunny.

He decides to take care of her and hides her from Fit. 

Fit finds out very quickly about Sunny.

Fit ends up agreeing to Sunny stay and he helps him to take care of her 

Tubbo struggles to understand how children work but at least Fit and Ramon are there 

Fit and pac 

Fit and Ramon are the only people living at the inn except for the tourists and scientists who come once in a while for special events.

Fit is not the type of person who you would imagine owning a cozy Inn but he also during the nights goes to mine alongside Missa and now Quackity as their protection from the bizarre things that are down there.

Fit has the best coffee in town so everyone treats his breakfast hour as a coffee shop and you can find a lot of people just stopping by for a cup of coffee or breakfast with the family. 

Fit was in the army and served a couple of terms before a horrible incident where he was the only survivor after that he left the army, bought the inn, and became content with his mundane life.

Ramon was surprised but one he embraced with a huge smile and open arms, however, that doesn’t mean it wasn’t hard.

Ramon is currently 7.

Pac moves into the inn and sets up an office in the room next to his.

Pac is immediately smitten with the cute innkeeper 

Fit can’t understand why he feels the way he does about Pac but he also has panicked flirt with him to distract him when Sunny escapes from Tubbos room 

Ramon demands a second father after the first accidental flirt with Pac

Tina and Bagi 

Tina and Bagi own the convenience store in the town 

Everyone shits on Bagi for being closed on Wednesday but that is obligatory wife-and-daughter time.

Tina has a small tea shop inside the convenience store. 

They both are Empanadas mom’s who co-parent with Jaiden 

Empanada lives with them most of the time but she sees her mom Jaiden all the time and spends weekends with her.

Empanada is 7.

Foolish 

Foolish lives in his home with his daughter Leonarda who is currently 9 years old

He is the builder of the town, do you need something fixed in your house or a new building? He is your guy

He is married to Veguetta who travels a lot 

He is Bobby’s grandad, don’t ask questions about it. 

Everyone loves Foolish but man what a gossip he is.

Bad 

He is the mayor of the town 

He is most definitely seeing someone just that people can’t figure out who it is

He has a son named Dapper who is 9 years old

He kinda also is the go-to babysitter people will just drop the kids at his office or his house and he will be happy to take care of them.

So far this is everything I have on this Au hopefully I will be able to start posting the actual chapter soon but I was so excited to share this with you guys! feel free to contribute to this au with your own writing! I would love to see it!

And thank you to @peninkwrites for literally being the best and the person who I can always turn to when I have insane ideas like this! *mwah*

[mistythedritten]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Dream eats lunch on the Doomsday grid

This is a squeal chapter to what I posted yesterday, could probably stand on its own.

also pasted below!

Dream hums as he walks with Techno, keeping an eye out for Tommy. Punz could dissuade everyone else from bothering them, but Tommy was the definition of a wild card. He could decide that they were too strong together and stay away or he could try to puff himself up to prove… something. Dream doesn’t really understand Tommy. 

They are making an ‘impulsive, irrational decision that is going to get them killed’ according to Philza, but they’ve fought off the server just the two of them before, and that was without withers! They can use withers here.

“I can’t believe it’s been a year already. It feels like just last week we were gearing up for Doomsday,” Dream says, fiddling with his ring. 

“I know, yet here we are, celebrating our first anniversary!” Techno grins, flipping his braid over his shoulder. “I’m glad we are doing this instead of the stupid prison plan you came up with.”

“OKAY, I get it! Throwing myself in prison would have been a terrible idea, bla bla bla, you were right,” Dream rolls his eyes, not that Techno can see it. 

They both have gotten better with public affection that isn’t spurred on by adrenaline, but Dream hasn’t been comfortable with his face being out for most of his life. 

Dream thinks it’s an Admin thing. Techno thinks it’s a safety blanket. Phil thinks it’s a trauma response. 

Punz thinks that it’s a result of Autism, which both he and Techno didn’t even know existed until Punz had brought them a book on mental disorders and disabilities, with certain pages bookmarked.

It had explained a lot, actually. 

“Okay, here we are!” Techno throws a pearl, Dream following behind. They land on top of the grid. 

“Phil did a good job prettying this place up. I like the waterfall,” Dream comments as he walks along the obsidian. 

“Yeah, I still can’t believe this much Redstone has survived,” Techno looks around. “Where was that ledge again?” 

“Over here,” Dream starts to walk to the place where he had set up the control system and Techno had proposed. 

They brush off some redstone and moss, before laying their blanket down. Techno pulls out a meat and cheese tray and Dream pours them both some lemonade. 

“I love you,” Dream cuddles up to Techno, handing him his drink. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

“I love you too,” Techno rumbles, plopping his head on Dream’s. “Thank you for staying by my side all this time.” 

They spend the rest of their anniversary lunch talking about nothing in particular, enjoying the view and each other’s company.

[canines-alter-creation]

can i get a level 3 cat ghost hyrbrid tommyinnit headmate

We+ really enjoyed this one, tbh we love making various types of Tommys. He's Our+ favorite member of the dsmp!

> Name(s): Tommy, Ghostinnit, Phantommy, Tabby, Dandelion

> Pronoun(s): he/fluff/paw/haunt/ghost/float/it/red/fade/leaves/fall/auto/autumn

> Age: perma16

> Gender: masc, dimedowic, dandefluff, purgatorean, genderghost, genderhaunted, boything, lostghostic, dissicioghostic, autumncatgender, 

> Sexuality: aro/ace is a ghost and doesn’t experience human connection anymore

> Role: dissonaut, symptom holder

> Source: ghostinnit (specifically an exileinnit that died)

> Faceclaims:

> Sign-offs: 🐈, 🐱, 🐈‍⬛, 🪦, 👻, 🔴, 🐾

> Song theme:

> Front triggers(pos/neg/neu):

Does not have positive or neutral front triggers, is only triggered into front by the emergency situation of needing to dissociate, otherwise it is strictly an internal alter due to the symptoms it causes being near front. 

> Likes/dislikes:

+ Other ghosts, being alone, feeling empty or dead

- Dream, Techno, people that treat him like Tommy

> Personality: Tabby doesn’t have much of an identity, 

> Ways they do their role: ghosts role revolves around holding and experiencing dissociation, anytime it fronts the body immediately becomes almost ghost like, unable to think or remember, unable to do anything other than sit or lay where they are. It feels like floating around, movement is slow and drifty. He struggles to walk or really move. Is a good fronter in emergency situations where one wants or needs to forget something. 

> Inner world occupation or behavior: May float placidly around inner. He only remembers the good things Tommy did, so he doesn’t have much in the way of memory. May gravitate towards Tubbos and Ranboos, but more so in the fact that he likes to follow them around or keep them company. Doesn’t have a home, but prefers somewhere simple and calming to haunt, maybe a treehouse or forest of some kind. 

> Possible outerworld behavior: Is almost catatonic while fronting, doesn’t talk much, may try to sleep a lot or gravitate towards sunny places to lay and relax. Never likes to front and only does it as an emergency situation where dissociation is the safest option for you all. May cause delusions regarding being dead. 

[nobodywritingao3]

Your Love (Deja Vu) [ch 1]

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Phil stores his sons during a fight, revealing his true nature to them. Caught up in the moment, he doesn't get a chance to explain to them and falls asleep. When he wakes up, they're inconsolable.

CW: - gore - minor character death - Phil eats people - hard vore - soft vore

title taken from 'Your Love (Deja Vu)' by Glass Animals but specifically the stripped back version because that makes me cry

word count: 1.9k ���� read it on AO3

"Children," the lead soldier orders, "come here."

Phil can feel Tommy's arms around his knees, tightening slightly as the boy buries his face into his legs.

"Fuck off," Technoblade squeaks. "We're not going anywhere with you."

Several of the squadron visibly eye Tech with distaste, and Phil hears one mumble to another, "can't believe we're supposed to save the damn brats..." to which another replies in a dry tone, "The king already thinks the beast ate 'em, there's no reason to bring them back alive."

Wilbur obviously hears this too, judging by the sharp intake of breath.

Phil feels agitation coil in his gut. His children aren't in danger, but they don't know that. Fear is possibly the worst emotion someone can feel and he doesn't take kindly to someone threatening his kids, even if in the end it'll amount to nothing.

"Boys," Phil says warningly, "I won't repeat myself again. Go to the hiding spot."

Before they can respond, the lead soldier chimes in again, "They're not going anywhere, Philza. And even if they do, you know we'll just track them down after we're finished with you."

He narrows his eyes. These men would never get the chance, though he's the only one who knows that. He doesn't bother to respond to the soldier.

"Kids - "

A gunshot rings through the air, and Phil feels the hard smack of a bullet against his chest. He winces and nearly stumbles back from the force, but otherwise it doesn't affect him. Nothing human-made can.

Tommy starts to cry, Wilbur screams, and Techno is trying to pry his brothers away and run off to the woods. They think the bullet is killing him, but the soldiers clearly know different. Their faces are shocked and terrified as they realize that the standard monster bullet won't work on Phil.

He glares at them and steps forward, his kids falling back with a gasp as they realize that he's unharmed.

"Get the fuck out of here," he spits at them. "I won't say it twice."

The lead soldier, visibly shaken, reloads his gun with quivering hands.

Something inside of Phil snaps apart, and before he knows what he's done, he's shooting up and up, expanding and growing to his full height.

His children stare up at him in awe from between his feet, tears steadily drying on their face but their fear only temporarily abated. Tommy starts to cry again and Phil doesn't think as he acts.

He leans down and grabs the lead soldier. He's screaming and begging for his life but Phil doesn't care.

How many years has it been? Of running and hiding and pretending to be human, being good, keeping people out of his diet, and only feeding on wild animals? He's integrated himself into towns and cities and bolted so many times at the first sign of hunters. Not for his sake, but theirs. So isolated and alone, just to be harmless.

The decades wore him down. He couldn't take it anymore - he knew taking in children meant settling down. Settling into one spot and waiting, a sitting duck for the day that this would happen. And he thought he'd made peace it, the threat of death or dissection constantly hanging over him. He knew what the bounty on his head was, but he was so fucking lonely he was willing to pay the price. He thought he was fine with risking his life for a little company, and maybe he had been once, but it was no longer just about him.

This was - this was threatening his children. This was shooting their father in front of them.

He doesn't realize he's been squeezing until the man erupts in his hand, gore spraying out between his fingers.

His children start to scream as blood splatters on them from above and he blinks dumbly, distantly realizing that this is not his best parenting moment. They begin to retreat behind him though, something he notes with a sense of satisfaction. They're safer the further they are from the fight.

He turns his attention back to the soldiers. Some of them are turning back and running, but the majority - a stupid majority - are still shooting up at him. Where the bullets at least had impact before, they now harmlessly pelt at his skin. He scoops a few soldiers up and swallows them as they scream, not even bothering to chew. That's too merciful, he decides. It's better to let them die as they digest.

Phil works through the remaining soldiers, the ones who decided to stay and fight, before the soft crying of his children draws his attention.

He's fucking zooted. Lost in the sauce, his brain a puddle of dopamine, a bundle of suppressed instincts finally rearing its head. He's a fairly smart man, and if there's one thing he's excelled at, it would be parenthood. But crouching before them as they wail and scream, it never crosses his shot-to-shit mind that it's the blood dripping from his mouth and the screams growing fainter in his belly that's scaring his kids.

Wilbur holds Tommy's face in his chest, his arms wrapped around his head as Tommy screams and kicks, desperate to see what Wilbur won't let him. Technoblade stands before the pair, shielding them from their father as if he had a chance of doing any good.

Phil coos at them. Wilbur isn't being very nice to Tommy, is he? And why does Tech look so scared?

He reaches a finger out - a finger soaked in drying blood, the red seeping unpleasantly into the crevices of his skin - and Wilbur actually falls backwards.

Phil frowns. Wil isn't usually that clumsy... had he hit his head while trying to get away from the soldiers? Fucking nuisances, the lot of them. He'll have to finish the rest of them off before they regroup.

Tommy manages to squirm out of Wilbur's grip with a faint cry, only for Technoblade to turn around, tackling him to the ground.

Phil lets out a low hiss at that, and Techno freezes, but still clings onto Tommy. Wilbur crawls across the ground and actually lays across Tommy, linking hands with Tech. Phil sighs. He thought that the two had outgrown their phase of messing with their little brother like this, but clearly they still had a little growing up to do.

He pokes a finger at the small pile of children, barely noticing how his fingers smear the soldiers' blood across their bodies. He does his best to disentangle them. Techno is crying a this point, an awful full-bodied sobbing, but he still won't let go of Tommy. In turn, Tommy is still struggling and screaming, and Phil winces at the noise. Finally, he manages to separate the twins from his youngest. Wilbur's hands fall from Tommy's eyes, and Phil gives him a gentle smile, as if to say 'I'm sorry your brothers are teasing you.' Tommy whimpers, spying the blood staining his giant father's teeth, and dives right back into Techno and Wilbur's embrace. Phil's smile drops and he sighs. Fatherhood is difficult.

He doesn't understand the game they're playing, or why they've gotten so worked up. He regards them curiously, scooping his kids up and running gentle fingers across their faces and torsos to check for injuries. They're so squirmy today - is it because of the blood? Techno was going through a bit of an obsession recently, but maybe being coated in the stuff is a bit much, even for him. He regards them a little wistfully. They're so cute when they're soaked in the red like this, but he knows what he has to do. He raises them to his mouth - which riles them up all over again - and begins to lovingly clean them off, savoring the combination of flavors. Once he's done, he cups them in his hands and holds them to his chest, purring in another attempt to calm them down. They're as still as statues, if statues shook and quivered, but it's still better than before. It seems like they've mostly gotten it out of their system, so he gently lowers them to the ground.

A soldier darts out and before he can react, it's grabbed Wilbur around the arm. It starts to pull him along, practically dragging him away.

Fury reignites in Phil's chest and he reaches out. He grabs the tiny figure and pulls him forward, ignoring the surprised shriek. It's like he has tunnel vision, with his heart pounding loudly in his chest. He shoves the little person into his mouth, as gentle as he can while still so desperately wolfing something down. He swallows.

And then he turns to the soldier.

It stares at him in shock, a look of disgust plainly written across its face. "You ate your own son..." it mumbles.

He doesn't bother to correct it.

Tommy and Techno are screaming again, and his heart wrenches painfully for them. They're so scared... he'll swallow them too, get them nice and safe in his brooding pouch with Wilbur. They'll feel much better once they're safely tucked away.

He can feel Wil now. Despite being in Phil's storage, he's still freaking out. He's throwing himself against the walls of the pouch and Phil can hear his desperate sobs. He'll calm down soon, young always calm down once they're in the brood pouch, but it makes him uneasy that it's taking this long. Is something wrong?

He files the thought away for later as the soldier starts to dart forward again, reaching for Technoblade this time. He grabs it around the midsection and it kicks and screams in his hand. He's so damn mad he's tempted to swallow the stupid thing whole, let it die inside of him like the others, but his brooding pouch is right next to his stomach. They're so close together that his boys would definitely hear the soldier screaming, and given their current state - especially Wilbur's - Phil doubts they'd find those noises very relaxing. He opts to bite its head off instead.

He swallows the body and the thick blood, and once he's all finished, he turns to his other sons. Tommy is buried in Techno's arms, inconsolably sobbing, and Techno has a strange, faraway look on his face. He reaches for them, but they don't respond to him. Techno tenses up and buries his face in Tommy's hair. They're distraught. He hopes the soldiers haven't traumatized them for life, but he's never seen them this upset.

He scoops them up, gentle and mindful before sliding them into his mouth. His tongue prods at them a little, tasting salty tears on their faces, and he purrs sympathetically before swallowing them down too.

They settle into his storage. He feels Wilbur cease his punching and clawing and can feel the three of them rest in a little huddle in the center of the pouch. They're still and quiet, and Phil feels a rush of relief. They're finally calming down. He soothingly rubs at his midsection, but the three flinch away from his touch. He frowns at that, but he gets the hint. He lets them settle themselves without him, and once he's satisfied that they're simmered down, he starts in the direction of the other soldiers. They still have to pay for how badly they've scared his children. And then he'll take a nice nap. It'll do the family some good to get some rest. They can discuss the soldiers in the morning.

~ ~ ~

lol. how we feeling about this

i wrote this in a single shift at work because i have no respect for major corporations or capitalism

boss makes a dollar i make a dime thats why i write vore on company time

anyway... wrote this is as a writer's block exercise. i have a lot of ideas that i just dont write because theyre a little weird or out there (such as vore) but i decided to take a chance and just write/publish the thing i felt ashamed of and i think it turned out pretty good so im glad i tried

lemme k if you liked this or not <3 youre all wonderful people and i hope you had fun reading this

[mediocre-noodle]

the 2.9k story you ordered: tw death (on and off-screen), gun, yelling kinda, lots of swearing.

note: a star cluster (AKA a stellar association) is basically a star nursery.. for newly forming stars.

phasing is teleporting for dallas but its done a bit differently. i’ll explain better in a different ask most likely—

—

in the timeline, dallas popped on the server around pogtopia time, realized it, and then RAN bc no way is he going to mess around with all that drama.

kept away from the greater smp and l’manburg and las nevadas and the badlands— thousands and thousands of blocks away. basically no one knew where he was or WHO he was. he showed up randomly and always got to the point.

he built a base far enough away that he could live peacefully. it has an emergency bunker and escape tunnel, of course— it’s dallas. he was raised in a revolution. a farm to keep him busy and animals to keep him company. the entire base is also cloaked with protection spells and such. almost impossible to get near.

when tommy’s exile had begun, dallas had began to visit him. no one else was. maybe ranboo for a little while, but things happened. it was easy really. he only had to See if dream was there and then just teleport to logstedshire.

tommy and dallas had a weird start. you know tommy: he’s very standoff-ish, loud, wants to prove his worth. what would you do if you randomly came across this weird, unknown person at your exile spot?

of course, dallas just showed his hands and the lack of weapons on their person. asked tommy what he was doing out here by himself.

(“what are you doing out here?? who even are you??”

“my name is dallas. i joined the server a while ago.”

a squint. “how long ago?”

a hum… and then a shrug. “during schlatt’s presidency and your first exile. definitely before november 16th.”

“wha— but that’s so long! where have you been, then?”

“here and there. avoiding the drama.” (he avoids saying exactly where. he might regret it.))

time passed and they became good friends. tommy’s exile eventually came to it’s unofficial end after the incident and him going to techno. the friendship went cold for a while—cold as in no talking, not bad. perhaps quiet would work better—dallas did not tell tommy where his base was and they would not send messages over communicators, in case someone picks up tommy’s. it was a mutual agreement they made a week after meeting up.

(“but what if something happens and i need you?”

“you’ll find me.”

and tommy didn’t know what dallas meant by that.)

when the disc confrontation had began and tommy had gotten the message from dream, he worried about his friends. but, a thought popped up, what about dallas? what if something happens and dallas won’t know? (yet dallas always Knows—) tommy had to tell him! because what if—

and at that moment, he felt a strong pull. and tommy knew what dallas meant by “you’ll find me.” thus he packed up what he might need into a bag or his inventory (food, blocks, ender pearls, tools, potions, emergency torches—) and set off.

the trek seemed to last forever, but the more the pull tugged, the calmer the environment got. mobs would stop attacking and, some point, disappeared completely. tommy didn’t think anything of it, really.

eventually, after days, a weird dome appeared on the horizon. it looked a bit like a bubble with the light shining off it. getting closer, tommy could see several fields of crops inside of it, animals roaming around freely in other fields.

he walked up to the dome—the pull was going absolutely crazy—and brought up his hand, gently placing it against the transparent wall. it rippled upon touch, but it really felt like touching regular air.

tommy set aside his uncertainty and slowly pushed against the wall. he suddenly stumbled forwards as his arm just fell straight through the dome, body going with it. ‘oh shit—‘

and there it was. in the midst of flower fields and small, random houses was a lovely cottage. and he saw a blurry figure out in the yard. he picked up his pace, ignoring the ache in his feet, slowly moving into a jog and then a run. the figure drew ever closer.

and he stopped, standing by the wooden gate and staring at dallas—dallas who was dressed in a button-down fishing shirt, dirty pants, hiking boots, and a baseball cap covering his now shoulder-length hair that was pulled into a teeny-tiny ponytail. dallas who was just standing in the garden of daisies, watering them gently.

but dallas paused his watering, setting the watering can down, looking over his shoulder before turning all the way around with a smile.

“so…” he said, “i see you’ve found me.”

tommy nodded, a smile on his lips too. “yeah… real fucking hard to get you out here, eh?”

dallas laughed and just opened his arms, beckoning tommy over for a hug. so tommy went over and hugged him tightly, breathing out shakily. the pull was gone.

a few minutes later, they both sat on the front porch in the rocking chairs dallas had made.

“what brought you looking for me, starling?”

“dream… he… he left a message at my house. told me and tubbo to visit dream on january 20th or my—my discs will be gone forever.”

dallas nodded his head. of course, he already Knew this, but it’s nice to not rely on that. “so…?” he drew it out. a question. he knew tommy by then. he wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“i plan on getting everyone’s help— everyone on the server. big k, i don’t— i don’t know what will happen— what could happen.”

death was left unspoken.

“i guess i better get my things ready then, huh?”

tommy’s head whipped around. “what?”

“well, i’m not gonna let my starlings out of the cluster just to wander into a trap! hell no! not unless i’m there.”

“wha— you don’t know who you’re up against. i mean—“

dallas caught tommy’s fidgeting hands with a look in his eyes. it was hardened and cold—chilling even. yet they still carried fondess. tommy knew that look.

“i’ve done this before, tommy.” (the tone left a small sinking pit in tommy’s chest. dallas shouldn’t’ve—) “i’ve done this many, many times before. i have killed and i have died and i have won. i know thousands of ways to make a human scream, to cry, to beg, to bleed, to die, and to wish for death. it’s not me who doesn’t know who they’re up against— it’s them. i am coming with you and you are not facing your abuser alone— period, end of story.“

(what else could tommy say? ‘hey, big k! so sorry to hear you’ve fucked people up and also had experience with this. that sucks a lot.’ no!)

tommy sighed. “okay.”

dallas raised an eyebrow.

“well? go get your stuff, dumbass!”

“call me a dumbass again and see what i do!”

“what will you do? you can’t do shit— aCK! yes, you can!! shit! don’t hit me with the towel, it’s fucking filthy!”

their laughter rang out across the flowers and the crops.

“okay! you ready to go?”

dallas was back in one of his usual outfit— black t-shirt that was cropped (literally. dallas cut it into a crop-top), brown cargo pants, a dull blue jacket with its collar folded down, black, heavy-duty boots, and black fingerless compression gloves (they help with the pain). his hair was pulled back like earlier, but less dirt was in it and you could see the slight pointed ears left exposed. a scar on his face also stood out, an X right under his left eye. in his right ear was a green dragonfly wing earring.

“bitch, are you? you haven’t even geared up! and it took ages to get here!”

dallas waved tommy’s comment off. “i have everything on me already. and it’s fine— it’ll only take, like, a minute to get back.”

“fucking HOW!? it took me days!” tommy threw his hands in the air. this was outrageous!

“you’ll see! but are you ready though?”

“yeah, yeah, let’s fucking go.”

dallas nodded before grabbing tommy’s wrist—ignoring the noise of ‘hey!’— and pulled him forwards. he hadn’t phased with another person in a while. this would be weird. “hold onto your hats!”

“i don’t even have a haAAT—!”

and they disappeared into the Universe with a flash of gold.

the Universe spat them out right by tommy’s dirt house— where it would be if it wasn’t exploded and set aflame— tommy stumbling forwards while dallas seemed pretty fine, letting go off tommy’s hand. tommy whipped around to dallas and started firing questions.

“what was thAT-?! could you— you could fucking do that the whole time?! is that how you got to logstedshire so fast!? how did you—“

“yeah, i could do that the whole time and it is how i got to logsted quickly. it’s similar to admin and mod teleportation, but it’s more of walking through the planes of existence…” dallas rubbed the back of his neck then dropped his hand and shook his head. “anyways, it’s nearing the 20th. did you contact everyone already?”

“yeah. just fucking hope they’ll be there.”

dallas hummed. “they will. now, come on! you need to introduce me to your friends!!”

“punz?” nervous laughter echoed.

“i’m sorry, dream. but you should’ve payed me more.”

and then from the portal came Sapnap, Sam, Quackity, Jack, Ponk, Puffy, Eret, Ranboo, Antfrost, HBomb, Callahan, Niki, and BadBoyHalo— all geared in netherite or diamond and baring weapons, except one. the last person who exited the portal had no armor or weapons, hands tucked into their pants pockets.

“YOU CAME! it wor—“

“wait—“

“tubbo, tubbo, tubbo! over— BEHIND, BEHIND, BEHIND, BEHIND, BEHIND!” tommy yelled as he dragged tubbo behind the crowd of players. dallas caught his eyes as he scanned the crowd and gave a salute. tommy just kept smiling.

dallas turned back to the main attraction: dream and his stupid ass. the man kept backing into the hallway while the others taunted him, mostly tubbo and tommy.

“dream? hey, dream.” tommy pushed his way through the crowd and tubbo cautiously followed. “i know you’re not gonna kill me. i know you’re not. sapnap, can you hand me a pickaxe, please.”

and tommy actually got the axe of peace instead… ‘it’s weird seeing this in person,’ dallas thought. ‘it’s much more adrenaline-fulled than the Core streams.’

Dream was killed by TommyInnit using [The Axe of Peace]

Dream was killed by TommyInnit using [Nightmare]

‘love that he’s getting revenge on his abuser, but goddamn! get to the fucking point!’ dallas lamented. he knew when to step in— and there it is.

“tommy, we were FRIENDS!!” dream yelled as he backed away from tommy who was cornering him.

dallas pushed his way through the crowd. some of them looked at him with caution-confusion-skepticism-judgment. he couldn’t give two fucks.

“dream. you meant nothing to me… this is it. The Axe of Peace—“ he raised the axe and—

“WAIT— listen! tommy, i can bring people back to life!”

“The Axe of Peace—“ and tommy froze.

that was dallas’ moment. time stood still.

he didn’t give a single damn about that revive book. wilbur was weird when he came back anyway. if dream was dead now and not in that dumbfuck prison, it would stop many unnecessary events. tommy would not die. ranboo would not die. perhaps quackity wouldn’t go paranoid for that revivebook.

so when the familiar metal of a pistol spawned into his hands, he brought up his arms, aimed, then pulled that godforsaken trigger.

the shot deafened the room, making dallas’ ears ring as dream’s now lifeless body fell to the floor. the bullet hit right between the eyes, ignoring tommy’s body with a bit of magical interception. the scene reminded dallas of something he buried deep down. those unseeing eyes with a bullet to his head. how he deserved it— how they both did.

then came the uproar of the players yelling. dallas un-tensed his shoulders, bringing the pistol to his mouth and blew the slight smoke that was leaving it.

“what the fuck was that?!”

“what the hell?!”

“what did he do?!”

“what is that loud, metal thing?!”

tommy stood at dream’s body still, then turned around to face dallas. (and tommy stared into his eyes and saw anger-rage-hurt— saw something Otherly in those yellow eyes. that was dallas. and then that was what dallas meant when he had done this before.)

dallas could tell tommy was a bit angry, but held up his hand after stowing the pistol away in the Universal folds. “i told you i’ve done this before.” he crossed his arms.

“you did.” tommy nodded, grinding his teeth a bit. “why did you do that? why did you if— if he could revive people! revive wilbur!”

“frankly, that revive book brings nothing but devastation! bringing wilbur back won’t help either. he’s been in a deserted train station for thirteen years—“

“we could’ve put him in the prison!” exclaimed sam from behind dallas.

and dallas spun around with a snarl and fire in his eyes. “that prison won’t fucking stop him! i do not give a DAMN how secure it is! it’s not secure enough! i do not want to hear the alarms go off when he pulls in that favor from technoblade and he’s out, leaving withers in his wake! withers and a pissed off warden who uses a CHILD as leverage to someone WHO DOES NOT GIVE A FUCK! then the warden SLAUGHTERS that child. do you want to kill ranboo, AwesamDude.”

players shuffled around, not knowing what the strange man was screaming about. yet in horror, they come to the idea thats he’s talking about their futures. they could tell the last sentence was said more of a threat.

“do you want to deal with a week-long prison lockdown because while tommy is visiting his fucking abuser, explosions go off on the top of pandora’s vault?! and by the end of that fucking week, you have a DEAD TEENAGER who was BEATEN TO DEATH WITH A GODDAMN POTATO! simply because dream wanted to prove that the revive book WORKED! so then tommy is stuck in limbo for three days until he is revived! and, by the way, in this server’s afterlife: a day in our time is a month in limbo. is that not CONVINCING enough for you!?

“and if there’s no revive book, quackity doesn’t go fucking paranoid and insane trying to revive JSchlatt—“

said man steps back in shock because what—

“—practically torturing the information out of him because he was to get his hands on it by any means necessary. have i mentioned the fucking NUKES?!” dallas threw this hands up.

“dream is a fucking psychopath,” dallas finally spat out with venom. “i have seen my fair share of tyrants and dictators. they are roaches—you think you’ve got them bested but they keep crawling back.”

dallas took several breaths, glaring at the crowd in front of him. their faces are covered with horror and shock. tommy is frozen and pale while ranboo—poor ranboo— is trembling, tubbo holding onto their hand tightly.

“so yes: i shot dream. and he got what he fucking deserved.”

there was silence until—

“who are you?”

it was said with disgust-concern-confusion-horror-terror-terror-terror—

“my name is dallas striker.”

“you see the future or what?”

“i See everything.”

and the room got colder as they stared into the unsettling eyes of something they could not comprehend. someone comes into a bate without armor— when they’re vulnerable— but finishes it quickly and the enemy is left dead. if you focused, you might see the faint gold outline on their body and in their veins, the multitude of wings on their back that only are seen if the lights hit them just tight, the thousands of scars, the flickering gold devil tail, the Eyes on their face that seem to open for a millisecond— what is this thing?!

but then someone laughs. a snort and then a full-blown cackle. and dallas turns behind him to see tommy wheezing his lungs out.

“WAIT WAIT WAIT— AHAHA— so THATS how you knew about that one time! you’re just— AHAH— your magic fucking sussed it out for you!”

dallas chuckled. “not only that, you suck absolute ass at pranks, starling.”

“HEY— i’m the best at pranks, don’t you fucking dare—!”

“really!? because you fell outta that tree—“

“HEY, WOAH— WE DONT TALK ABOUT THAT— i have a reputation, you know!?”

“yeah! a reputation of being a fucking dumbass!”

“‘mimimimi, i’m dallas and i’m so smart—‘ OW! DON’T THROW A ROCK AT ME!”

“you deserved it!!”

(later, when punz had went to look for the book of death, he found it missing. in it’s place was a gaping rift at the bottom of the chest, making the shape of an Eye.)

dallas stays in the area for a bit since the egg is about to go on a rampage. it’s better for him to purify it and then just fucking destroy it. after that, the egg will most likely dissipate from the eggpire members. he’ll still go around and purify them, though.

and that he does. egg is scrambled and the corruption is gone. nothing can withstand a Guide. he visits each former eggpire member and makes sure that the corruption is gone from their systems.

when he leaves to go back to his base, a certain blond follows behind him. with that blond comes his two friends and their son. so the trip is taken on foot— dallas cannot phase four players, are you nuts?!

two more houses find their way onto dallas’ property, which are now inhabited by one _Beloved family and the other by one TommyInnit. however, there are many sleepovers in dallas’ huge living room.

and it’s peaceful. it’s home.

(purpled would want to stay back in the smp probably)

AAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! dallas is is the mvp FR!!!!

“i have seen my fair share of tyrants and dictators. they are roaches—you think you’ve got them bested but they keep crawling back.” <- OBSESSED WITH THIS LINE BTW????? oooough

love how dallas just like. spares everyone the time and trauma of the future with a bullet to the head 😭 thats actually so based

I LOVE THIS!!

[brick-a-doodle-do]

this will probably go through a LOT of development because i realized it's really similar to another au. but i'll try to lead it away the best i can! anyway. MEGAN-ISH AU!!

11/18

inspired by m3gan & tommy's "hijacking a boat" vlog

au where tommy's parents die in an accident and he's sent to live with dream, his sort-of-uncle who's a retired giant hunter. he lives in the city just a bit aways from a pretty thick and looming forest. tommy isn't thrilled at the idea and would rather live with his actual uncle, techno, in the middle of nowhere where he used to han around during the summer. (techno is also a retired giant hunter and used to be friends/co-workers together. tommy doesn't really know that)

dream unfortunately lives with some guy, "sapnap", and the two of them are really loud together. and to make matters worse this guy, george, lives across the hall from dream and always comes over with something to talk about. also their unnecessary romantic gestures are absolutely infuriating. but sapnap's alright.

after a bit of time, dream realizes how unhappy tommy seems even in his brightest fits of laughter, so he opts for george, who specializes in coding and occasionally robotics, to build him something. or more specifically someone. a....friend of sorts. but also someone to look over tommy in case dream can't--which is a lot, because he's not even thirty and being given a teenager.

timeskip to like 4-5 months when the thing is finished, and george reveals it. dream immediatlely gets strong flashbacks of his old hobby, which apparently is what george had been going for. the thing is huge. giant. george thought it was funny, but it was really inconvenient on top of everything.

tommy happens to walk in when george and dream are arguing.

they settle on keeping it in the forest to help tommy get out of the house.

tommy builds up a friendship with it, and despite how tall the ai is, he still enjoys the company. so much so that he barely spends any time at home anymore.

and meanwhile, the giant has gotten extremely bonded to this human, and has gotten strangely defensive. like, when tommy tells about how some bullies at school had jumped him, the ai had gotten angry. and then they disappeared too.

tommy considered the bot as a good luck charm, but dream, after being told some of these stories of how "lucky" he was, suspects differently. he brushes it off as paranoia from his old job.

but eventually it goes on long enough to be suspicious, and he calls upon an old friend to help investigate, or even kill.

au is "overprotective tendencies" and i am ALL for noms with this

// lots of editing to come. i have no idea who the giant will be. i absolutely love the idea of tubbo. if i don't end up with that it'll probably be quackity, wilbur, or phil. probably tubbo tho cause villainbo my BELOVED

[icebear4president]

Ok I see you like DSMP...I have a question, you have any headcannon for how Tommy and Philza relation was? Cause it's so interesting seeing these two characters play out, also recently Phil confirmed DSMP and QSMP Phil are the same, which begs the question of how much he actually changed and if C!Phil was someone healthy to begin with...(Sorry I'm just a REAL crow and fan of these two and overanalyze EVERYTHING about Philza characters)

So sorry for the late response!!

Oh, I love digging into these two and their relationship. I like to think these two are completely different yet completely the same when it comes to attachment issues.

A headcanon of mine I have for Philza is that he was not very good at keeping emotional bonds, which is why I think he favored Techno over his own son; he didn’t have the same emotional attachment to Techno and he wasn’t being pushed into being a caretaker. He likes being in the company of people who aren’t messy with their emotions.

But, oh boy, is Tommy messy in that department. Wilbur + Techno=older brothers, and Philza is Wilbur’s father which makes him family as well! He saw Philza as a father figure and I think that put Philza off a bit. Tommy wanted to cling to him and pretend they were a happy family, and Phil didn’t like that one bit. Too much attachment for a kid he barely knew. That betrayed him and his beloved partner as well!

Anyway, to me, Tommy sees Philza as someone to be respected, and if he tries hard enough Phil will take him under his wing and treat him like family. Phil sees Tommy as an annoyance that trails behind him like a lost duckling. Tommy cares to the point he would put his life on the line. Philza cares, but not enough to do the same.

[anarchy-and-piglins]

I have another idea. What about a modern au where Wilbur and Tommy are Phil’s kids and Phil is a doctor at a local kids hospital. His kids sometimes come with him to keep the patients company. Techno comes in one day with bruises and broken bones and after he is ready to go home he doesn’t want to. Phil gets to the bottom of it and finds out his parent(s) caused the bruises. Phil just goes oh well guess I have another kid now -Kitty

I'm pretty much comfortable with most triggering content (in fiction), but I appreciate you looking out for me <3 I do think that whether or not Techno's parents are abusive could alter the vibe of the story.

If it's that his parents died in the accident, I feel like this would go in the fluffy hurt/comfort direction, with more of a Foster AU vibe. Maybe it could focus on Phil trying to figure out how to get certified for fostering kids (assuming he isn't already. If he is, it could focus just on him trying to get through the red tape of getting Techno placed in his household) and then Techno adjusting to the new family while struggling with survivors guilt and grief over losing his parents. Very 'angst with a happy ending'.

If going with the 'Techno's parents are abusive' angle, it could still be something similar to the above, Phil trying to get Techno placed with him the legal way and having Techno's parents arrested. It could then, again, expand on Techno adjusting to changing families and the bucketloads of trauma he no doubt has after being abused. Also very fluffy hurt/comfort, just a different flavor of hurt.

HOWEVER, you could also make it dark SBI >:D Maybe Phil is for whatever reason unable to get Techno away from his abusive family the legal way, or maybe he's just that unhinged. He yoinks Techno instead, feeling that the end justifies the means. Techno probably doesn't like his parents, but that doesn't mean he's chill with being kidnapped. Not to mention the police are now after Phil's family.

So really there are three very different fics you could make based on that plot and I think all three of them would be very fun to write xD

[dadmininnit]

[ Tommy stares quietly at the figure in the doorway, spoon still sticking out of his mouth. He doesn't bother to remove it, just stares before flipping a middle finger at the figure. Techno snorts in return, rolling his eyes, huffing.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of the gremlin child?" Techno asks.

Tommy huffs, taking another bite of (terrible) cereal. "decided to keep da- Phil company whilst you were sleeping the winter, bitch," Tommy informs him, "also I'm like twenty one, Techno, not a fucking child."

Techno only responds with a lengthy "bruh" before the sound of sizzling eggs starts. Ah, normal, actual breakfast. Oh well.

"Your cereal sucks, by the way," Tommy says.

"You can literally just get some better stuff from uh, Wilbur or somethin'. He has better cereal, right? Why not go bother him?" Techno points out. Tommy huffs.

"Because I don't want to hear about him and Big Q," Tommy says.

In actuality, he likes spending time with Techno, but he won't say that, just like he won't admit a million things. He just hopes the piglin will figure it out, somehow telepathically pick on the fact Tommy enjoys being around him specifically and not question it.

Techno sets down a plate in front of Tommy after a while lapsed into silence, another for himself, and removes the half-eaten bowl of shitty cereal.

"You didn't have to-" Tommy starts, only to be cut off.

"That cereal was a month out of date, you're not eatin' it, Tommy. Now stop complainin' and eat your meats, you're still scrawny as an enderman and that is not a compliment," Techno says, something of care slipping past the indifference.

Tommy doesn't point it out. Better than walking in on Phil giving someone else terrible mental health advice, after all.

An awkward breakfast with his brother.

He missed this.

Techno is the first to speak after they start eating, "so when did you acquire a child and please don't tell me you're a single dad because that's a bit concernin'."

Tommy nearly chokes.

"How much would you kill me if I said I was followed home and didn't have the heart to tell her no? Like, don't get me wrong, Blade, I'm super cool but I'm heartless," Tommy replies.

"Human kid with no other humans around, I'm guessin', and you didn't want her to end up like you did?" Techno offers, a brow raised, before continuing, "bruh, that's a real Wilbur move there, maybe bein' adopted doesn't stop you from havin' the Philza 'I must adopt every child I see that's pathetic enough' Minecraft instinct."

"Can you go back to sleep?" Tommy says instead.

Techno rolls his eyes, smiling, "and miss your super cool birthday party? Nope." ]

[quotemenevervore]

TDC fiancés cannot return to any of their towns. Sapnap and Karl failed to slay the dragon, and Quackity will likely be killed on sight by the emerald duo if he returns. When Quackity regains his human form, they all wind up running away.

They make a little cottage within a cave so that Q can shift if he needs to, with Karl making a garden while the other two hunt for them. It’s not perfect, and it gets a little lonely at times, but it works for them and that’s all they care about.

Dream on the other hand gets scared. Sapnap just suddenly up and vanished on a quest to kill a dragon, and he feared the worst. Once George gets the ability to shift to a human form, the duo set out to find their missing friend.

At some point during the fiancés domestic life, they (Sap and Q) run into a slime humanoid that follows them home, and Karl likes the slime’s company. He told them he didn’t have a name, so Quackity decided to call him Charlie.

Wilbur is not a witch like his father, but he excels in potion-making and is considered the town (L’Manburg) healer thanks to it. Wilbur and Quackity were close, so he was angry when he found out what happened. He took off to try and find the dragon, but by the time he found Quackity’s hideout, he’d already moved with his fiancés. All that was left was a poker chip that the two had made out of wood a long time ago. He returned home dejected and upset, and refused to look Phil or Techno in the eye for weeks following.

For all L’Manburg knows, Quackity had died, and he’s happy to keep it that way.

Tubbo and Tommy actually wind up finding them by mistake, and Tommy lets slip how much Wilbur missed him. Quackity gives Tommy another poker chip to give to Wilbur and tells them that he is the only person they can tell the fiancés’ location to. They readily agree.

They run into a dragon of their own on the way back, but this dragon wasn’t cursed. He was always a dragon, and has a somewhat human form but still blatantly not human. He called himself Ranboo, and hid from the teens at first, but they were persistent enough that he finally gave up hiding. The three became close friends thanks to it.

If I continue any longer I’ll sit here all day world building this au and I gotta get my house clean so I’m leaving it here for now : )

[unhonest-iago]

Play Date with the Babysitter

Philza had agreed to babysit his sister’s kids, letting her husband take her on a date for their anniversary. ‘You do realize having it over FaceTime defeats the point of babysitting right?’ Philza sighed, not understanding why his sister set it up this way but alas money is money. And as an 18 year old, money was one the few things hard to come by. Money that was from his own labor and not a random $20 borrowed from his parents. ‘Well Techno’s pretty good at holding the fort down and I do want them to be independent—‘

‘—it’s not like they’re independent enough.’ Phil interrupted, trying to blow his fringe out of his face. ‘And I don’t see you having kids of your own any time soon. Like I was saying, they really only need company, not supervision. Plus you can show them your games, what is that one called again?’ While peeved she couldn’t remember the name, he appreciated she cared enough to try. ‘You mean Minecraft?’

‘Yea, that’s the one! I bet Tommy would love the little mushroom cows.’ Tommy being her youngest with barely a tooth in his mouth. ‘Fine, just have fun on your date night.’ Saying their goodbyes, they both hung up the phone.

— — —

‘You need to make this’ is all Philza heard before seeing Tommy grab a mug, a half-full box of Oreos & a fork. Pausing his game, he watched as the 5-year-old stood alone in the kitchen. Philza not worrying in the slightest as Tommy used a chair as a stool. Wilbur and Techno shown in their respective rooms, Techno on his bed with a giant tome and glasses askew. ‘No’

A simple ‘yes’ passing Wilbur’s lips in rebuttal as he continued attempting to build a house out of cards. ‘Eh, might try it.’ Tommy ignored them, continuing on with his imaginary cooking show. ‘4 oreos, 1/4th cup milk, smash,’ grabbing the fork in a tight grip. ‘Pass,’ Techno grumbled once more, flipping to the next page.

‘Smash’

‘Don’t make it sexual,’ Phil groaned. The boys would be the death of him if they continued on with their bickering. Granted, he knew it was in the sibling job description to annoy the absolute piss out of one another.

‘Keep smashing’ Tommy continued, the mix turning into a slight sludge—slowly forming the base of a batter.

‘Passing.’ Hey, they hadn’t gotten into any fights so that was a win in Phil’s book.

‘Smashing’

‘It’s not sexual.’ Philza reiterated once more.

Tommy not minding the commentary as he found it hilarious continued, ‘one tablespoon sugar’ to which Techno monotonously quipped, ‘that’s a lot of sugar.’

‘It’s perfect’ Wilbur being the beacon of sunshine in Tommy’s eyes against Techno’s brooding nature. Then again Tommy never took it to heart, was just Techie being Techie. ‘It depends if you’re diabetic,’ Phil corrected. ‘One tablespoon flour.’

‘That’s a lot of flour’

‘It’s perfect’

‘No it looks okay’

‘One teaspoon baking powder’ Switching it up, Techno thought to be a smart ass, as to switch it up, ‘that’s not enough.’ Taking a minute to think about it after Will refuted it, ‘I don’t even know what that does actually.’ Eh, everything has a purpose when it comes to baking. Can easily fuck it up just as easily as you can substitute ingredients. ‘One teaspoon cocoa powder’

Ten pages during this whole exchange insofar, the brute tracked onward with his semi-failed attempts to annoy, ‘it’s not enough.’

‘Nuh uh, it’s perfect.’

‘It’s gonna balance out the sugar.’ Phil noting his sister was somewhat right, that they really didn’t need that much supervision as Tommy placed the set of measuring spoons into the sink.

Picking up the fork, Tommy showed them cup before prompting, ‘stir.’

‘Nope’ popping the p. ‘Yes’

And just to be a little shit himself despite him being the most ‘mature,’ piped in a ‘maybe.’

‘Then you’re going to want to put one Oreo, sink it below’ Tommy used the fork to push it down under the batter. ‘Why didn’t you just put 5?’ Phil thought that was a little below Techno’s cleverness from what he’d seen of the boy so far, ‘Don’t ask silly quest—‘

‘—Shut up—‘ Will’s patience running thin, knowing his twin was doing it to get under his skin. ‘—don’t be rude!’

— — —

‘Pass’

‘Smash’

‘Don’t!’

[zeta-in-de-walls]

Reminiscing about the Dream SMP part 3

So like. TommyInnit really helped make the DSMP what it was. When it was big he streamed a whole lot with high energy and liked to make content with others so he interacted with others a whole bunch and gradually established a character.

Tommy's character arc manages to be a good example of a coming-of-age story. We start with a young, aggressive kid basically looking to be the centre of attention and make friend and enemies. He's rash, impulsive and can talk himself into trouble and keep talking right round to a completely different set of trouble. He's also very relationship oriented and wants to make strong attachments with others as well as make a lot of memories and have a lot of things.

He's annoying but overtime you get the sense that he wants to love and be loved basically. His loudness and aggression is how he makes sure he's seen and makes an impact, good or bad.

The Dream SMP gets going with the L'Manburg arc and Tommy has an individual arc in this one - asking him to stand up for what he believes in and maybe be a hero. To this end, he sacrifices the thing he fought for - his discs - for his friends.

Then the pogtopia arc challenges him when he sees his hero start to become the villain. What if they're not right? He has to be there for Wilbur but its his goal to save Wilbur. He cannot understand how Wilbur can be spiralling. And Tommy doesn't want to be the hero but he feels compelled to that role all the same.

But Tommy fails. He's lost. All he can do is rebuild and enjoy his friends.

But Dream has his eye on him. He attempts to pull them apart, He succeeds. Tommy made some mistakes but Dream took advantage of that to isolate him. Tommy is asked if all he cares about are his discs. And then he's exiled.

Here we see Tommy at his most vulnerable and at his worst. He becomes quieter and meeker and yet when he lashes out in anger its all so much darker. He's lonely and desperate for company (desperate for Tubbo to come so he can know he's not hated. he wants to be loved) and clings to Dream even though deep down he hates him. He has suicidal thoughts because he feels worthless and unwanted and Dream encourages this mindset. He's lost everything.

Finally he escapes and its good but Tommy is not alright. He needs help and he's got Techno helping but also suggesting his old friends don't care about him. And finally Tommy is going down the very same path Wilbur followed. Now he too is being tested. Is he going to become the villain. Only now does he understand Wilbur.

But he chooses his friend one more time. He resists that path, rejecting being the villain once and for all.

But its still too late as L'Manburg is destroyed for good. He's lost everything but he has Tubbo back and he's happier than he's been in a long time despite it all.

They confront Dream. They see his twisted ideals regarding using attachment and finally affirm that attachments are good. They're what bring people together and the love they share for each other is not weakness. Dream destroyed his love for everything to become more powerful but in reality he became very alone as the power of love finally one the day when the others come back to save them. Dream is in a prison of his own making.

So Tommy's grown up a lot through the series and what follows is a lighter arc, seeing him building a hotel and sort of looking for someone to take care of him. He doesn't want to be the cause of wars or be a hero. He wants to have his little space where he can love his little things.

But Dream and his trauma is still there. He visits Dream to try and understand him but Dream has no answers for him. Until one day he gets trapped in there with him like its his worst nightmare. And he dies. And is revived. And now he knows he is not really free yet. Not until Dream is really dead and out of his life forever because he still has power over him and he knows Dream isn't gonna be trapped forever.

Wilbur comes back after a failed attempt to kill Dream and its traumatic but he can also help Wilbur because he understand him better now. He's following Wilbur, not because he has to but because he want to help and he'll do what he needs to do.

And so Wilbur leaves, saying goodbye and saying sorry for everything but they part on good terms.

...And that's basically the last coherent note we end Tommy's character on.

From here its just the finale which just has Tommy try to kill Dream again, gets trapped in prison again, dies and is revived again and then tries to understand Dream again and then the server resets.

[nobodywritingao3]

Shameful Company [ch 3] Lady Lie [2/4]

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The village Tommy grew up in was located in a beast's territory, a man eating serpent's. Isolated from the world, all he's ever known is loneliness. When he's forced outside the safety of the town walls he meets a stranger who claims to live beyond the village. They become fast friends despite the fact that the man is clearly hiding something - but can you really blame Tommy? He's never had a friend before.

CW for entire fic: - Wilbur eats people lol - swearing title taken from 'Shameful Company' by Rainbow Kitten Surprise

chapter title taken from 'Lady Lie' by Rainbow Kitten Surprise inspired by the talented @beckyu and her story 'My Monster to Slay' (tumblr) (AO3)

also!! big thanks to beckyu for beta reading ty tyty

word count: 3.3k 🐍 read it on AO3

After reviewing his latest case and agreeing to take it on, Phil immediately flew to Technoblade’s lair for counsel. He hadn’t expected his son to be thrilled with the assignment given the target, but he’ll admit he was surprised when Technoblade had been adamantly against it.

He regarded Phil with an unimpressed, half lidded look. “Do you need to be put on suicide watch?”

Phil snorted lightly, but Technoblade sharply continued, “I could keep you here as long as I wanted. You know I’ve been looking for an excuse.”

Unfortunately, it was true. Being part of a dragon’s hoard had drawbacks, though for Phil’s sake Techno promised he'd make an effort to treat him as his own person. Nonetheless, Phil wasn’t blind to the fact that he regarded the whole thing as a courtesy he entertained despite it bothering him. Technoblade wanted true possession, and it was only love that prevented this.

None the wiser to Phil’s discomfort, Technoblade sat up, yawning and stretching before shifting into his other form. Through the clearing rosy smoke, he sauntered forward. He was around ten feet tall and with a hint of approval, Phil noted how healthy he looked. His muscular frame was padded out, and it was clear he was taking better care of himself since the last time they’d been together. He wore royal silks and lovely gold chains, and a priceless crown sat lopsided in his hair.  

Phil knew without asking that it was real. Dragons tended against social hierarchies and leaderships, hence why so many attacked human kingdoms. Perhaps it was wrong, but he couldn’t help but to feel pride at the idea. He always worried that by raising Technoblade he had ripped him away from his heritage, but knowing that he’d been out raiding monarchs and filling up his hoard with their treasures was all the proof Phil needed that his child was turning out okay. He was satisfied with this, though with a slight turn of unease he had to wonder if there were any bounties out on Technoblade’s head. He quickly dismissed it as parental fussiness - his son was a dragon for heavens’ sake, there was nothing to worry about. And if there was, he could only hope that Technoblade wouldn’t be too stubborn to reach out for help.

He was snapped from his thoughts as Technoblade came to a stop before him. At his son’s request, Phil had been sitting on fancy cushion, a purple velvety thing, that had been set at the base of a mound of golden knick knacks. With Techno bearing down at him and a wall of gold at his back, he couldn’t help but to feel slightly caged in.

Exasperatedly, Techno began, “Are you stupid? Nagas are notoriously territorial and possessive, damn near as bad as dragons are, and if what you said about this one is true, then - ”

“ - then it’s especially dangerous and the stakes are even higher, I know,” Phil cuts in, “but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s just a kid. He needs help Tech, you know I have to do this.”

He huffed and smoke rose from his nose in a clear sign of agitation. “He’s torturing people - I don’t think he wants the kind of help you’re looking to provide.”

Phil resisted the urge to respond that the same case had been made to him about Technoblade years prior, and instead gently responded, “Even if he doesn’t want my help, it’s what he needs. And in any case, that should be irrelevant - if I’m equipped with the tears of a selkie, I should be fine.”

Technoblade shrugged in an affected show of nonchalance. “And if I don’t give you the tears?”

Phil gave him a look. “I’m going regardless. Unless you literally plan on keeping me with the rest of your hoard, you can’t stop me from doing this.”

He visibly clenched his jaw, but other than that his expression was stoic. Phil knew him well enough to know that he was sincerely considering holding him there, but he also trusted him enough to hope that he wouldn’t.

He leaned down and easily picked his father up in bridal style. Phil felt a lurch in his stomach as he was lifted, but he remained quiet, letting Techno fuss. He let himself be carried further into the hoard until Technoblade stopped and gently set him down on a decadent throne.

He took the crown from his head and idly slid it onto his father’s. “I don’t want a pissing match with a naga, Phil.”

“I won’t put you into that position.”

“But you are. Right now. Don’t ask me to let you go.”

Phil took one of Technoblade’s huge hands gave a few comforting squeezes as best he could. “I’m sorry.”

Technoblade’s face remained neutral.

“I have Chat.”

“I know.”

“And I’ll keep in contact, just as I always have.”

Technoblade pulled his hand away, and turned, stalking off.

Phil opened his mouth to say something, maybe to apologize or continue reassurances, but before he could start Technoblade had snapped open a chest and was rifling through it. He pulled something out and stared down at it, hesitation practically coming off of him in waves.

“If you’re doing this, I want more letters.”

Phil nodded, relief overcoming him. It was as much a blessing as he’d receive. “Once a week.”

“Once a week at minimum,” Technoblade corrected.

Phil laughed softly. “At minimum,” he agreed.

Techno came forward again, still looking bothered. “And if you don’t, I’m flying out there myself.”

He heard the warning in his voice. Dragons were a vengeful breed. If anything happened to Phil, the fallout would be brutal. He’d have to handle himself carefully around the naga, not just for his own sake, but for the kid’s as well.

Technoblade pushed an intricately carved flask into Phil’s hands. He turned it over, inspecting the design. A crying human lay across a moonlit beach, gazing longingly into the ocean at their reflection - an image of a seal. The tears.

Phil gave Technoblade a grateful smile. He didn’t return it.

~

The naga was a sorry state. He was thin and tired looking. His face lacked the sweet plump of youth and his hollow cheeks only exaggerated the purple bags under his eyes.

He would lie on the ground with a blank expression, breathing and blinking and sometimes shifting into a more comfortable position, but anything more laborious than that seemed near painful. Simply moving from one place to another took a massive toll on him and by extension, hunting was a struggle he only managed about once a day. He was constantly exhausted. If sleep came at all, it never came quietly. He’d always wake up writhing and screaming. The several minutes after were no better, for even as he sat up and cried into his hands he still seemed hazy and disconnected from anything around him.

It goes without saying it all broke Phil’s heart. He couldn’t imagine this child being capable of the violence he’d been sent to deal with and he started to doubt the claims. Perhaps there a miscommunication. Or this was a bounty he’d been hired on out of a discriminatory bias against nagas - it surely wouldn’t be the first time.

Desperate to see the best in someone so pitiful, he ruminated on these thoughts.

~

When he’d first arrived, Phil had noticed the community right away. It was smaller than a town but bigger than a village and surrounded by imposing walls on all sides. There was a single, highly reinforced gate, and judging by the fine layer of dust on the pulley system, the civilization was as isolated as it was sleepy. He dismissed it as irrelevant to his case and concluded that contact might be dangerous for all parties.

On the fifth day, a man exited the walls.

Phil watched, cloaked in a perception spell and a slight turn of dread in his belly. He took to the sky. Nearly half a kilometer away, he spied the naga slithering closer, eyes blown wide but otherwise expressionless.

Indecision suspended Phil.

Not only had he not collected enough information, but the antidote was still brewing. If he exposed himself, the village would demand an explanation and he’d sour his first impression with the naga.

But he knew what he had to do. He had to head back immediately and get the man out of there, cut off any risk for deadly contact. Play it safe. Give his cover away, messily insert himself into the middle and deal with the consequences after danger was averted.

…

He stayed where he was. He watched the naga moving closer and closer until he was creeping underneath where Phil hung in the sky, until he was past that and at the clearing.

He just couldn’t bring himself to turn back. The boy wasn’t exactly the picture of strength or cruelty that Phil had expected from the case details, and the reality of the situation became blurred through the days that he’d watched him.

Nonetheless, the choice to remain an observer would haunt Phil.

He flew back and landed in a tree bordering the clearing. The man stood in the center, decked out in iron armor with a heavy looking sword to match. Phil eyed him incredulously, his gaze sliding over to where the naga stalked from the shadows. The creature he saw there was nothing like the boy he’d become accustomed to in the past few days. There was a hungry look on his face, his body tense and signs of exhaustion nowhere in his demeanor. He was a big thing. Despite his frailty, he was still the most powerful creature in the forest. This man was delusional if he thought he stood a chance in a sincere stand off.

Doubt began to creep into Phil’s mind, but he clung to his resolve, his hope that the boy would show mercy. He kept an eye trained on the naga.

In a booming voice, the man announced, “Serpent! Present yourself! I, the great and brave Jared, have come to slay you. You have terrorized the people of my village for long enough, and on behalf of the council, I am here to unshackle our home from your control. Come out and face me like man!”

Phil cringed.

The naga started to move from the trees into the clearing. It must have been a terrifying sight for human eyes - the silent figure appearing from nowhere with a grim scowl and a tail that seemed to stretch on and on without end. He crept towards Jared, a mirthless smile plastered on his face.

“You wanted to see me so badly, are you not satisfied I’m here?”

With an unexpected cockiness, Jared fired back, “I’m absolutely delighted actually - I have you exactly where I want.” Quick as a lighting, he withdrew a potion dangling from a thread around his neck and downed it. A confident, punchable grin was the last thing Phil saw of him before Jared completely faded from view. An invisibility potion.

A horrified look crossed the naga’s face, but before he could properly react, he suddenly flinched and yelped out in pain, grabbing at a spot in his tail. Panic rising in his chest, Phil caught sight of a terrible wound that had begun to gush blood.

The naga’s hands were shaking as he pushed hard into his tail, blood leaking through the gaps between his fingers.

“A needle - it’s like having a needle stabbed all the way through your arm,” he gritted out. “Hurts like a bitch and your little pot trick was… neat. But really, if that’s all the harm you can do to me, I’m afraid we’re still unmatched.”

Still invisible and somewhere near his left, Jared let out a cackle. “Are you sure about that?”

The naga’s face contorted in rage and he swept his tail across the clearing in an attempt to knock him down.

“Beast!” Jared shouted, this time from behind, and before the naga could turn to face him, Phil watched as fresh points of blood appeared in the boy’s lower back. With each one, an awful scream and flinch.

He fell forward onto his hands, and suddenly the hilt of a sword - still lodged in his body - seemed to appear from thin air. Jared must have let go in surprise, so then the potions’ effects couldn’t have reached the weapon anymore.

The naga rose up from the ground, hand coming up to pull the damned thing from his back. With a squelch and whimper, he dislodged the little thing. A look of disgust and contempt on his face, he lay it flat against his middle and index finger and bent the blade down between them using his thumb. It curved like a paperclip until it couldn’t handle the tension anymore, and snapped into pieces with a metallic crunch. He discarded what remained.

There was a murderous look in his eyes when he raised his head and scanned the clearing. “What? No laughter? No insult? Haven’t you got anything to say for yourself?”

There were a few painful beats of silence where the naga waited, stretching himself out and running a hand along his back to feel the oozing blood.

“I can smell you, you disgusting little thing. I know you’re here, I know you haven’t run off. How long will that potion last? You should’ve fled when I was dealing with your toothpick. It’s a shame really - now you won’t get the chance.”

In the blink of an eye, he’d circled the perimeter of the clearing with his tail. It was a spacious, loop of a cage that Jared couldn’t escape from.

Phil inhaled sharply. He couldn’t stop this. He couldn’t stop this, could he? Oh fuck… He’d - he’d really fucked up. Fuck. Fuck. 

The naga started to tighten the circle, coiling the perimeter smaller and smaller with contemptuous glee. “Not so brave now, are you? I can smell your fear. Like I could smell your arrogance when you came and your joy when you stabbed me.” He let out a vindictive scoff. “Fuck you.”

Phil’s heart pounded in his chest and he took flight, circling the clearing from above, still protected by the perception spell. He needed to intervene. He was stupid and short-sighted to have stayed out of the mess, and he was sorry. He was so fucking sorry. If Jared died, his blood would stain Phil’s hands.

The naga was almost lazy as he tightened his coils. He was enjoying it, enjoying the terror. Phil wanted to scream at himself for ever thinking that this - this fucking monster was anything other than a beast.

Suddenly there was a faint popping sound and Jared stood, dumbstruck and terrified in the center of the clearing and as far from the coils as he could manage. The potion had worn off.

The naga smiled wickedly down at him. “Found you.”

The end of his tail shot forward and he wrapped the man up, squeezing just enough to elicit pained noises but not enough to kill him. “You’ve been a real pain in my ass today. Normally I kill my prey before I eat, but for you? Hah… I think I’ve earned an exception.”

Without so much as a blink, he tossed the screaming man into his mouth. He shut it with a click and swallowed, faint cries still emanating from inside him.

Fuck. Fuck.

Phil turned away and flew. He raced to his cave and when he finally got there, he crash landed through the entrance, landing in a spilled heap on the floor.

He didn’t save Jared. He didn’t save Jared and he could’ve. He should’ve.

The naga was a sadist. Why was he surprised? He’d been warned over and over again - just because he was young didn’t mean much at all and he was so stupid for thinking -

Oh gosh, Jared -

Technoblade had warned him and he still didn’t listen, for fuck’s sake, what was he even doing there?

His mind flashed back to when he’d seen the naga approaching and had weighed the pros and cons of flying back to Jared or leaving the two to work it out on their own. He’d been riding on what - hope? Hope that stood in defiance of everything he’d been told. Right, right - that was fucking bullshit. Jared’s death was his fault.

He’d been hired to slay the serpent. Not rehabilitate him or save him, but slay him. It should have been him fighting the serpent, not that poor idiot. How many people had warned him? Why had he ignored the warnings?

He passed out on the floor.

~

Phil had been sitting on the ground and staring at a wall for the better part of an hour, wrestling with regret and horror when something smacked him in the face. He yelped and flinched backward, losing his balance and falling in a rather undignified manner.

There was a squawk of laughter and Phil sighed, feeling his heart start to slow and his jumpy fear be replaced by irritation. He eyed one of Chat from the floor, and suppressing the urge to yell, he gave the bird a meaningful look. It cooed apologetically.

He sighed, sitting up and rubbing a spot on his back that was bound to start bruising soon. “It’s fine… How’s Tech doing?”

The bird ruffled its feathers and loudly cawed.

Phil gave it a look of sympathy. “I guess I figured.”

He held a hand out and the bird obediently flew to his fingers. He carried it to his makeshift desk and rifled around until he found a portion of dried meat and seed. Chat gratefully dug in, and he thumbed its head affectionately before retrieving the small envelope it had used as a projectile weapon.  

He sat at his desk, his companion’s soft eating the only background noise, and pushed a knife through the top of the envelope.

Phil, I hope you’re well. I gave thought to you and your mission and I wanted to you to know About the naga, I 1. more letters 2. message reg. naga Thank you for your last letter. I’m glad you I regret I was jealous I think that Phil, Nagas aren't pleasantries? no that's stupid Phil, Bring him home. You were right that he’s a kid and deserves a second chance. I’m glad we’re allies. It made my life better, and he deserves this as much as I Perhaps I was too quick in my judgment. He and I have a lot in common and it wouldn’t be right if Send me word back. Quickly. And often. Take care of yourself. - Technoblade

He read the page a few times, small curls of amusement and affection in his chest despite the circumstance.

“Chat?”

The bird cawed in response, if not a little absentmindedly as it was still digging into its meal.

“You grabbed the draft.”

Chat momentarily stopped eating, hopping over and cocking its head down at the letter. It made soft purring noises and Phil chuckled in agreement.

“He’s kind of… silly, sometimes.” He stroked the bird’s head, sinking into thought and occasionally rereading a few lines of Tech’s letter.

He didn’t know what to make of it.

He closed his eyes. He saw Jared.

“He and I have a lot in common…”

Did they? Technoblade would have never -

…

But he had. Many times.

Guiltily, Phil thought back to when he’d first broached the subject to Technoblade. How he’d thought to himself that the two really were quite similar despite his son’s protests.

But that was just on paper, a part of him insisted. It was easy to say that the two were similar when he didn’t have any real reference for the naga.

And now he did! And he could say that he was wrong.

...

No…

It still didn’t sit right with him.

He grunted, pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes.

Chat cooed worriedly and he gave it a reassuring scratch. “I’m alright. I just - ” He cut himself off. “I have a lot to think about.”