#and i thought techno and wil fit that

[treeturned-au]

YALL HOLY SHIT I JUST HAD A (potentially) BRILLIANT IDEA.

Also hi, dead blog posting again, never thought we’d see the day-

ANYWAYS.

So, I’m sure we’re all aware at this point of what Shelby(Shubble) has told us about Wilbur.

And because of that information, I thought that I would never update this or my dragon fics again, because I wasn’t sure how to remove Wilbur, who had a fairly big role in both fics, while keeping the same “family dynamic” vibe, but also didn’t want to keep writing with an abuser in it.

BUT I FIGURED IT OUT.

What if, instead of just completely scrapping all my DSMP fics that had Wilbur in it (which, let’s be fair, was all of them), I instead, replace Wilbur with Shelby, and SHE becomes the positive role model for Tommy and the others, basically becoming like an older sister.

Now let me explain this more; I know Shelby isn’t officially apart of the Sleepy Boys, but since absolutely no one wants to include Wilbur or associate with him anymore, and everyone supports Shelby, what if we just… replace him with her in that dynamic. I don’t think making her “related” to them is a good idea, but more so as an actual found family type thing. Like keep Phil, Techno, and Tommy related in the fics, but have Shelby as like- an adopted sister fit in for that missing spot that Wil took up!

I’d love to hear your guy’s thoughts on this idea. Personally, I think this is a glorious idea, as it both supports and boosts Shelby, and it completely removes Wilbur’s influence on our fan-content! But either way, I’d love hear why you think it’s a good/bad idea! Also I’m gonna ask you to plz reblog this, so that other fan-content posters of the DSMP and the old SBI can see this so they can consider this option instead of completely scrapping their glorious content!

[ginger-lime]

Will Wood (and the Tapeworms) Songs as Ride the Cyclone Characters!

Recently decided to wade through Will Wood's discography more and I think some of the songs by the 30-something year old dude really embody them

How this half asleep rant will work:

[Character]: [Song(s)]

Explanation of why song is chosen

"Certain excerpts from the song I think embody the goober chosen"

Note: all songs wils be linked when they're written (mostly as youtube lyric videos), also this will probably be very long

Ocean O'Connell Rosenburg: The Main Character

Local ‘gifted kid’ teenager has yet to find out that the world doesn't revolve around her and stepping on anyone who doesn't fit in with her isn’t okay, more at 7

"I mean, imagine if protagonists just died in the first scene"

"I loot plot armor from NPC’s / Well, they are to me"

Noel Gruber: Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

This song (in my opinion) is really the embodiment of Noel's character. attempting to fit in, being told to "tone it down" by his mother until eventually arriving in the afterlife and essentially going "fuck it, we ball" with Noel's Lament (and Vampire Culture in this allegory) until eventually arriving at a state of peace with Love Me, Normally/It's Just a Ride

"a snowflake only matters in a blizzard"

Mischa Bachinski: 6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro / Con & ¡Aikido! (Neurotic / Erotic)

6up 5oh with it's plot(?) of running from the police and proceeding to get mistreated by them is how Mischa is viewed by essentially everyone is Saskatchewan (and to an extent how he lets them see him). While ¡Aikido!, is more of his 'passion' side, specifically with Talia. The more aggressive reprise at the end of Aikido in the 2020 remaster also reminds me allot of the techno section of 'Talia'.

"It's never too late to embrace your fate"

"So we can touch instead of feel"

Ricky Potts: White Noise & Dr. Sunshine Is Dead

Imagine being so forgotten by everyone around you so the innocent bean stereotype is put on you automatically despite the fact that you’re real personality is far from that and then having a mini identity crisis over it

"You're not meant to sing along"

"I'm no one if I'm nowhere in between"

Jane Doe: Big Fat Bitchie’s Blueberry Pie, Christmas Tree, and Recreational Jell-o Emporium a.k.a. “Mr. Boy is on the Roof Again” (Feat. Pasta by Sneakers McSqueakers) [From “B.F.B.’s B-Sides: Bagel Batches, Marsh-Mallows, & Barsh-Mallows”]

No thoughts, story, or plot, just funky carnival music

Constance Blackwood: Falling Up

This song is essentially 'Sugar Cloud' but more melancholy. This is what I'd imagine a song about Constance's life before she died would be about, or Constance's Monologue in song form. What especially reminded me of her monologue was the rapid fire listing of objects and even the title 'Falling Up' being repeated in the song feeling like the roller coaster when it derailed. They're falling but being upside down it feels more like they're flying.

"You make a wish upon the dead, but turn and call it a weed"

"Much larger than life, 'cause from such height / Life looks awful small"

"Well, I cry on skies of blue linoleum, Clouds o' spilled milk"

Penny Lamb: Willard!

Aspiring animal conservationist doesn't know how to relate to "normal" people partially due to her upbringing. Parts of the song were the singer wants animal traits the make their life easier reminds me of Penny's whole "I vomit fire" thing before absolutely destroying JK-47

“Until frustration makes me wish my teeth were sharp as yours”

“I've never understood what humans do and want / It's quite confusing to me to try to connect / Never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted”

Extra characters outside of the choir:

I'll go less in depth for these as i think most of these are self-explanatory

Karnak: Memento Mori: the most important thing in the world

funky sentient machine is constantly aware of his imminent death and decides to be a goofy goober because of it

Virgil: Tomcat Disposables

rat just wants to vibe and chew on a power cable. oopsies he's dead now

Monique Gibeau: White Knuckle Jerk & Front Street

oh em gee she's so gorgeous and dangerous and the world described in Noel's Lament is very gritty and a little gross

Ezra Lamb: Euthanasia (Live)

this mostly feeds into my hc that Ezra ditched school to go to the fair with the choir and had to see his sister get beheaded, being completely inconsolable, and not being listened to because he's "a kid looking for attention"

It's the end yay!!

That's the end folks! I really enjoyed making this (i am a very big fan of both rtc and will wood) there were a lot of other songs i wanted to include (skeleton appreciation day, i/me/myself etc.) but didn't because either

a. they fit too many characters for me to just pin one to them or

b. the character already had two songs assigned to them

i hope anybody reading this is having a good day/night and listens to will wood more in the future ig

[criesinmultifandommess]

The DSMP Nonhumans not...acting human

I just have too many thoughts

so what if I searched up animal facts leave me alone

Ant

likes to bask in the sun

don't touch his tail unless you get permission

Sam

meditates a lot to avoid "exploding" (edit: ok past me just say you saw someone make art about this and stole it /hj)

used to hiss as a kid when he made eye contact with strangers

Bad

Nocturnal but conditioned himself to be diurnal

At first most people are put off by his appearance but then they hear his voice and are like ""??????"

Puffy

hates having to brush her hair

goes through so many brushes

if she hasn't had a haircut in a while, her hair will get super heavy

Puffy making clothes from her wool and giving them to friends

takes good care of her horns

ewes form such deep bonds with their lambs so that when they wander too far, the ewe bleats and the lamb comes back; so imagine Puffy calling for the DSMP kids and all of them perk up

Foolish

constantly in motion, very rare to just see him relaxing

when his teeth falls out, he gives them to people he likes (he has to explain to people that shark teeth fall out constantly, he's fine)

his smile is a little scary to those who don't know that he's a big sharky sweetheart

Fundy

sometimes can be found sleeping in a tree

screams at the most inappropriate times

when he was younger, Wilbur would sometimes catch his son up late at night climbing stuff

hates loud noises because of sensitive ears

foxes are born deaf and blind, which worried Wil until about two weeks after he was born when he finally opened his eyes and started responding to sounds

Phil

Techno will find him preening occasionally

if precious ores or shiny things in general go missing, stop by Phil's first and ask him about it; if it's not him, then it's probably one of his crows that stole it

Ranboo

sometimes will just go outside and stand in grass, staring into the distance

Skeppy

cool to the touch

uses a diamond file to dull his own sharp edges

it doesn't hurt when a small part of him chips off

cannot be hurt by anything less than a diamond tool, which is kind of useless considering everyone has netherite but anyway

Slimesicle

Jello boy :D

Techno

will snort at random times and he hates it

did you know pigs can't sweat and can handle cold temperatures? so imagine him training with Phil and Phil is dying and shedding layers while Techno is absolutely fine

because he can't sweat, Techno has to roll in dirt or something to cool down fksdgj

Phil: what are you doing..?

Techno, covered in dirt after training: nothing

Pigs can run a mile in seven minutes but have shit eyesight so glasses Techno can be absolutely canon

lmao the rest of him is super fit but everything further than two feet from him is blurry

baby pigs are so small but get twice as big in a week, now I'm just imagining chonky baby Techno holy shit help

Tubbo

everyone who says Tubbo headbutts as a sign of affection is absolutely right, I love it

will bleat whenever something mildly inconveniences him

will also bleat when he means to swear (ie: "you motherbleat")

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[mavia-anon]

SBI Whumptober Day 6 - coughing up blood // choking // "just breathe."

This particular prompt is getting a spotlight here because I like it. If you wanna check out everything else I've written for SBI Whumptober so far you can find it on my ao3 here. This is also longer than what I'd usually post on Tumblr so sorry about that

CW: dark SBI, possessive behaviour, vampire Tommy got turned against his will, (but that's not shown, just mentioned)

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There's a hunger like never before gnawing at Tommy's bones.

He's no stranger to going hungry, he spent most of his childhood being half starved and weak because of it. But even that doesn't compare to the hunger and the pain he feels now.

"Just rest," a gentle voice soothes, a cold hand carding through his hair. "You can eat soon."

Tommy whines pathetically, under the hunger pangs that make his stomach twist, there's an ache in his heart at the sound of the voice. Wilbur's voice, a slightly more coherent part of him, recognises.

He's supposed to trust Wilbur, right? They're friends – brothers almost. He remembers joking about that once, he thinks. It feels like it was a lifetime ago.

But as awareness slowly creeps back into his mind, Tommy remembers more. He had trusted not just Wilbur, but his whole family – Techno and Phil, where are they?

Tommy whines again, some new and unfamiliar part of his mind crying about the loss of… something. The ache in his heart worsens.

His family. Tommy trusted them – had trusted them. He trusted them with so much. With his fears and his vulnerabilities, with his physical wellbeing, with his fucking heart.

Fuck, he even trusted them with Henry. The stupid ratty cow plush that was his only memory of his biological family. And what did he get in return? Backstabbed – no, neckstabbed by Phil the moment he could admit he loved them.

"Wil," Tommy whines. "Wil what did you do t' me?"

"Don't worry about it, moonlight," Wilbur dismisses quickly. "You love us, right?"

Tommy whines again, confused and uncertain. Because he does. He loves them so much it hurts him sometimes but… but love shouldn't hurt like this, should it?

"You fuckin' turned me," Tommy whispers brokenly, the start of tears pooling in his eyes. "I told you I'd never want this."

The hand in his hair tightens painfully, and Tommy whines once more, moving his head to try and shake Wilbur off.

"Sorry, moonlight," the hand retracts completely and Tommy has to bite back a whimper. "Just… don't say things like that, alright?"

Tommy doesn't offer a response, he hardly feels smart enough to argue with Wilbur on a good day, but now, with his head stuffed full of cotton and the hunger overtaking his every thought, it feels almost impossible.

"I'm hungry," Tommy says after a long moment. "Do you think Phil'll make me pancakes again?"

"I don't think so, moonlight," Wilbur says gently.

Tommy frowns. "What's up with you callin' me that?" He mumbles. "Though' I was your sunshine, or whatever."

"You were – you still are," Wilburs hand returns to his hair, sharp nails scratching at his scalp softly. "But you're like us now. Still yourself of course, just. Changed. Moonlight is only a darker reflection of the sun, after all, and now you're ours. I thought it was fitting."

Tommy hums a non answer. Wilbur has always been poetic about shit like that, but Tommy feels too distant to really understand the words properly. It's nice to hear him talk though, his voice has always been calming.

Tommy breathes deep, content to listen as Wilbur continues rambling on. He can't sleep, as much as he wants to, the hunger is constant. But he’s fine, for now, he's certainly lived through worse.

Like being bitten and turned by a vampire.

The thought comes unbidden and Tommy frowns to himself, but the sound of a door opening steals his attention quickly enough that he doesn't have to think too deeply yet.

He feels the presence of two people enter the nest, an unfamiliar bond between them that feels like family. And with them, the sweetest smell reaches Tommys nose.

He sits up instantly, his hunger growing with a vengeance at the smell. Phil and Techno stand in the doorway, wide smiles on their faces and a fondness in their eyes Tommy has never seen before.

“Hey mate,” Phil greets him with a soft voice and Tommy makes an odd noise in return, something eerily close to a bird call. “Wow, you're deep in your instincts, huh? Makes this next part easier I guess.”

Both Wilbur and Techno chuckle at that and Tommy whines lowly. The sweet smell is only getting stronger, and Tommy is just so hungry. Whatever his sire is hiding, Tommy needs to have it – to sink his teeth into it and–

“Come here, Toms, I’ve got your food right here.”

Tommy doesnt waste a moment, scrambling out of Wilburs arms and off the bed, rushing headfirst into Phil, an unpracticed rumbling purr spilling from his lips.

That's… that's weird, right? Tommy blinks, awareness seeping back in for a moment. He shouldn't– something is wrong.

“Shh,” Phil hushes. “It’s okay, I'm here, just focus on me. You want to eat, don't you?”

A haze he hadn't noticed before falls over Tommys mind. It feels safe, warm. Phil purrs at him and somehow he knows it means his sire is content. Tommy lets himself sink into the haze.

“Good,” Phil praises. “Techno, if you would?”

Tommy blinks, and suddenly something is at his lips and the sweet smell becomes overwhelming.

He bites down on the thing in front of him instinctively, and distantly he hears Techno hiss in pain off to the side. Tommy hardly cares though, there's something thick and rich on his tongue, almost as sweet as the smell still in the air but almost tainted somehow.

Tommy feels himself being moved and gently the finger – Technos finger, he realises – is pried from his mouth. Before he can even whine in complaint, there's something else pushed in front of him. It's the source of the sweet smell, Tommys stomach cramps and he bites down without another thought.

The taste on his tongue is heavenly, as thick and rich as before, but it's not spoiled this time. It tastes fresh and it feels hot as it spills down his throat and warms his stomach. Tommy drinks and drinks and drinks until he is full, his hunger finally sated.

He pulls back, the haze over his mind is gone and he blinks the blurriness from his eyes–

To find a body cradled in his lap.

Tommy screams and scrambles backwards, staring wide eyed at the pale and bloodied person in front of him.

They're not moving, not breathing– they're– 

Tommy brings a hand up to his lips. They're wet and sticky to the touch and as Tommy looks at his fingertips, he sees a deep red blood staining them.

Oh god.

His stomach lurches, his breath quickens.

Oh fucking god. There’s no way– he wouldn't have–

Tommy gags, rolling onto his side as he focuses on the sick feeling. There's still blood in his mouth and Tommy's breath hitches with the force of his sudden sobs.

He's choking. He can't breathe, he can't remember how to anymore.

His guts twist.

Oh god.

“Hey, it's alright, I'm right here, look at me.”

That's Techno. That's Technoblade talking to him in his deep rumbling voice. Warm hands grab him, but it's okay. It's okay, it's just Technoblade, right? Technoblade would never hurt him, he promised. 

“Just breathe,” Techno soothes. “You're gonna be okay, I promise.”

Tommy settles at that. Techno… Techno would never break a promise.

He promised to protect Tommy, and he had. He promised to love Tommy, and despite everything he does.

They all promised not to turn him.

But… but if Techno promises everything will be okay.

Tommy retches again. There's still blood in his mouth, staining every inch of him. He's scared, he's so, so tired.

The haze creeps over his mind, and Tommy willingly sinks into it.

His coven will keep him safe. They love him, afterall. Even if they hurt him.

[listenheresweaty]

Hi, Its me again..

I have a slight suggestion for the grocer, and it might be so cliche but, what if it was Tommy ?

Like in the movie, Colette (the female chef) is showing the ropes to Linguini (the male chef/beginner) and in the montage thingy, Colette is like 'The best restaurant gets first pick' and all and basically bribes the grocer right ?

Well since Wilbur is the head cook/ Colette but genderbent, Wilbur's like Tommy's adopted older brother but not by law, and both Wilbur and Tommy (Also Tubbo) have a really good sibling relationship.. So I feel like it would be a good dynamic since big man Toms would meet Wil every morning, goof around and, eventually, even reader starts to consider both Tom and Tubs as their little brother..

Just a shower thought, Dw if you dont like it

Aaa! Tysm for these asks they really help :)

I had originally planned to make Tommy work in the kitchen with the rest of the chefs as one of the family. Phil is the head chef, Techno is the second in command (sous chef?) and Wilbur is the saucier. So technically Techno would be Colette’s genderbend, but Wilbur still takes Colette’s role (and I will try not to massacre his character like they did to Colette in the second half of the movie).

I might have to rethink that, though. I had also forgotten that the grocer was bribed in the movie 😂

so it’ll have to be someone who would willingly partake in a scam/sus behavior and have a connection with vegetables. I was planning to make it Quackity, but then I decided he should have a separate restaurant.

a bit of a weird pick, but what if it’s Purpled?? He can switch from the Syndicate Restaurant to the Las Nevadas restaurant, selling his vegetables to whoever pays him more. Or maybe it’s Ranboo, who would make a little more sense with Tubbo. and he would definitely be enough of a pushover to be bribed /j. The gardener aesthetic would fit him more, and it would allow him to meet Wilbur

(Wilbur and Ranboo have a secret burger business on the side)

[sardonic-the-writer]

Hello! Since your requests are open for dsmp and you write for c!tommy, this is probably gonna be really REALLY specific. But how about a c!tommy x caretaker/peace maker!gn!reader (platonic!) like, the reader has this small area away from all the bad stuff young on. And takes care of tommy there? They (reader) take care of Tommy and comfort him, like a parent! Or something. and are very motherly! (But please keep them gender neutral!) this is just a fic idea i got.

-😴☕️

Morning like this were probably Tommy's favorite.

He liked the cold. It reminded him of the few years he had spent in the arctic with Phil and Techno. The sight of his breath spilling from his mouth like smoke was something he used to love bothering Phil with. Showing off as he took a drag from his pretend cigarette, puffing his chest out and calling himself The Biggest Man as Phil just rolled his eyes. Of course Techno was there in the background tending to some froze over garden that still somehow managed to produce crops, letting out the occasional amused bruh at the blonde's childish activity.

But that was just a memory now. A fuzzy one at that. Through all the scars and explosions and long journeys in his life, a lot of things got fuzzy along the way. All Tommy could really remember out of those memories was the feeling of being wanted. Of being enjoyed.

Loved even.

The war had fucked him up. And it had fucked him up good. He would be an ignorant fool to ignore that. In fact he had fantasized many times about building a time machine just to go back and cuss that prick Wilbur out something fierce for letting twelve year olds enlist in a war that would still be causing problems to this day.

Of course, he could go find Wil and do that now, but the blue tinted apperation that the former presedent had become might burst into tears if Tommy all but glared in his direction.

"Hey! Tom's! Shits ready! Better come eat it before I steal your portion bud."

Tommy's head perked up at that. All thoughts were thrown into the crackling fire besides him as a mess of lanky limbs and light blonde curls scrambled to get up. The glass window Tommy had just been staring at now stood vacant, window seat underneath it still warm to the touch with body heat.

Speeding to the brightly lit kitchen in the cabin, Tommy slid to a stop on the tile floor. His red socks riddled with patched up holes provided just enough friction so that he landed right next to a grinning figure, whom of which reached up to flick his nose playfully as he stilled.

"Ow! Bitch! Sorry didn't mean that, but you bitch!!!"

A snort followed his words, (Y/n) staring at him with an expression just as sardonic and playful as his. The two burst out into a fit of laughter as soon as they had made eye contact, as they often did, Tommys half wheeze half yell mingling with the equaly as boisterous cackles from next to him.

Tommy would forever thank XD that he had met (Y/n) that one day. He liked the forest goer a lot more than he cared to admit. Quite a lot more than he cared to admit actually.

This was his safe space. This fucking stupid, horribly decorated cabin (ironically he had helped decorate almost all of it) in the middle of the woods was the safest he had felt since his mom had left.

Maybe it was less of the cabin and more of the person who lived in it though.

But Tommy might need a bit more time before he could admit that.

"Okay seriously though, grab your half of the cake before I eat it all. I've been watching this thing bake and rise for nearly half and hour and I'm about ready to swallow the whole thing."

"You will not! Half of that is mine bitch! Not a bitch sorry, incredibly sorry, but I'll be damned before you eat my cake you arse!"

A fake gasp sounded as (Y/n) placed a hand playfully to their chest, eyes widening with faux sadness.

"Tom's! And here I thought you liked me and my cooking."

"I'm a grown man (Y/n). I need to like nothing but women, money, and Big Drink. Available at any New York store today!"

"Big what now."

"Nothing. NOW GIVE ME MY CAKE YOU BASTARD—"

The ensuing chase around the house was messy, and would eventually result with cake smeared around the surrounding walls (later Tomy would groan as he was forced to scrape the food off the wall, resulting in quite a few jabs in the ribs as he was told to shut the hell up.) But it was fun.

It was comforting.

Tommy had a feeling this memory wouldn't grow fuzzy anytime soon.

[negativepeanuthoarder]

As a former SBI reader/author who moved to DTQK+ I notice a lot of differences between SBI found family fanfics and Munchymc found family stories, so I thought I'd make a list of some of the differences I notice most frequently. (Disclaimer, I am one person and therefore am not the authority on whether or not your story is good/bad or fits into the described tropes. Also I have not read every fic in existence and this is just what I've noticed from broader trends. None of these points are intended as criticism towards either of the two genres and are intended as a neutral comparison between the two.)

SBI stories frequently center around adoption as a core aspect of the story, usually with Phil (and sometimes Techno) adopting Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo or occasionally Ranboo. On the other hand, Munchymc stories seem to center more on the characters coming together as adults and building a friend-group style found family without adoption aspects. A lot of SBI stories have defined roles for the characters. Phil is dad, Kristen is mom, Wilbur and Techno are older siblings (or Techno is a friend of the family who serves a 'third parent' role) Tommy is the baby of the family, you get the idea. Munchymc stories tend to completely ignore this - and if they use it at all it's usually just making Bad the father, Skeppy the other father, and everyone else their kids - but most of the time Munchymc stories tend to put all of their characters on even footing. Age differences are a big thing too - SBI-type families tend to dramatically change the ages of their characters, either for story purposes or other reasons, changing anyone and everyone's ages, usually to exaggerate the adoption and parents and children aspect of the dynamic. Munchymc stories rarely do this, from what I've observed, occasionally exaggerating Bad's age to make him Sapnap's biological father but never to the extent of SBI stories. The way each dynamic treats the baby of the family. In the case of SBI stories, Tommy is often made extremely young, even younger then his traditional age gap between the other characters - he's only 8 years younger then Wilbur but in some fics the author will stretch this gap as wide as they want (the widest I can remember off the top of my head was a 20 year age gap between Wil and Tommy). Usually SBI stories will make Tommy dramatically younger then he is in real life, often playing up the more childlike aspects of his character. In the case of Munchymc, their 'baby of the family' is usually Sapnap, who is hardly, if ever, aged down - unless he's being aged down in a flashback or if he's Bad's kid (or the story takes place when characters are children - ie, a chapter taking place in elementary school). Furthermore, authors on the Munchymc side usually keep ages consistent, and rarely age Sapnap down without aging the rest of the ccs down as well. The way SBI authors treat 'add-on' characters to the family is interesting, too. Characters like Tubbo or Ranboo who are seen as side characters usually have other things going on or are already in established families with parents and siblings (Dadschlatt on Tubbo's end, usually). Munchymc on the other hand usually just accepts 'add-on's' readily - anyone from Karl to Foolish to Quackity to Tommy are readily accepted as members of the family, with no formal 'adoption', they're accepted and treated as equals, as opposed to SBI dynamics, which tend to treat any non-adopted members of the family as close family friends instead of members. Lightning round: SBI tends to lean heavily dsmp canonical, while Munchymc tends to lean rpf. SBI often involves heavy use of fantasy tropes and nonhuman characters, while Munchymc leans more human. SBI stories usually involve only one relationship (Phil/Kristin) while Munchymc stories tend to involve multiple (DNF, Karlnap, Velvetfrost, Skephalo, etc etc) SBI has a more defined patriarch (Phil) who makes decisions for the family as a whole, while Munchymc leans away from that and towards group agreement.

[at0micc0la]

A New Hairstylist in the Island

A/N: First of all guys I want to appologize beforehand my space bar is failing and sometimes

Chayanne was the one who gave Tallulah her first haircut, and who would blame her trusting the other kid, he is older AND her uncle and when he said "Trust me, I know what I'm doing" in the same tone he uses when he is going to protect her from mobs she truly believe her.

Phil was taking care of the potato farm when he suddenly came to notice that the house was really quiet, he started doing a small check list of what was out of place. The machine was working, there is no code nor Cucurucho near, Chayanne is helping with the potatos... wait... Chayanne is not even near the potatoes. The fear was palpable, throwing the potatoes to the side and screaming the kids names and running as fast ashe was able to, trying to fly if it's posible, once he was close to the house he saw Chayanne in front of the door, scissors on his hand and a fearful look, the kid ran inside, which made Philza ran faster, after living with 3 menaces to the world (all in different ways) he knew that look wasn't a good sign.

He opened the door slowly, preparing himself for the worst. The sigh of relief that left his mouth, he was expecting a broken arm or the house a mess just because of a playfight but right in front of him was Talullah in the middle of the room, teary eyes looking at him and a shy smile

"Do I look pretty, abuelito?"

Her hair was a complete mess, shorter strands and the hair all frizzy, she was touching with a hand a lonely braid that was longer than the rest of her hair

"The most beautiful girl in the room" he said while knealing down to the girl's level and hugging her, while throwing daggers to Chayanne, the moment the boy looked at his dad he threw the scissors to the ground and ran through the back door

"Let me send a picture to your dad so he can see your new style" Phil took his camera and tried not to laugh at the poor girl "Wait here I'll go outside to talk with your dad" The girl nodded and went to her room, where she started playing her flute

'Mate you will not believe this' read the message and the man added the picture, he couldn't help but laugh at the picture, maybe even a tornado would have left her less catastrophic than it is now, and the phone call made a minute later prove him right

"PHIL WHAT HAPPENED TO MY GIRL" the man voice was clear through the phone, Phil feared the kids where able to heat Wilbur rambling about how her hair was ruined and how much Tallulah loved her long hair

"C'mon man, you and Techno did way worse things than this"

"Yeah, but imagine I cut Techno's hair, I would no longer have a head" Ash's laugh was heard in the background while Wilbur keep on rambling possible scenarios in his hair

"Listen, is just hair it will grow out and I can ask someone here to cut her hair properly" Phil reasoned

"Don't ask Fit" the answer was so quick that the man wasn't able to process it in his brain til a few seconds laters just to laugh at the thought of a bald Tallulah

"Definetly not Fit, wait calm down, she is in her way here" Phil sat on the floor and handed the phone to the little girl, she sat next to him leaning into her grandpa

"Dad, did grandpa tell you?" Her voice was small, almost as if she sensed her father's disliked for her new haircut

"Yes darling, He sent me a picture and you look stunning, my love" the giggles were woth the lie to Wil

"I told uncle Chayanne I wanted my hair like you, dad" being away from eachother has been so hard the two of them "Miss you" tears touched the ground to become part of it

"Don't worry, I have a few night left here, you won't notice when I'm already there with you"

"Gotta go, we start in 3 minutes, love you Tallulah, take care of your grandpa Phil" he hanged before she was able to answer and there they sat, looking at the island.

[i-am-beckyu]

more jornos!crimebois and music. because i love them. ^_^

a while ago wilbur talked about driving home from filming a vlog and them passing back and forth wil's phone just sharing song lyrics.

SO.

imagine tommy knows that music exists but idk he just doesn't understand it completely so when he hears wilbur singing new music that he's never heard before, he's like holy shit how is this possible???

and maybe he confronts wilbur about it or better yet just kinda says it outloud on accident. and then tommy realizes that music can be created and wilbur is creating music (which is all the music tommy's been humming) and idk cue a scenes where the two mess around with lyrics :D

also bonus maybe tommy messing around with lyrics that he, as a (n ex?) borrower, or or better yet a newfound sizeshifter can relate to. eueueuuee i love them so much

i hope you're doing well and like this funky idea i got while listening to wu&io

— brick

AHHHHH I LOVE THISSS!!!!

This would sooooo happen in jornos after the reveal and they were getting more comfortable!!! Wilbur would probably go all sappy too because Tommy knows all his music

I feel like Tommy would know about music being created by other people though because it’s not his first house and music was played in other households in most cases. But because he’s never seen where the music comes from, he doesn’t exactly know who’s playing it.

The fact that Wilbur does write and play his own music is the first form of music that Tommys been able to visibly see and hear live (since it was rare anyone in the old colony played music either) so Tommys never really thought about how he might hear a few random songs, but never see the beans creating them.

So finding out that no, these songs are recorded by other artists and that other genres exist would absolutely blow Tommys mind and take a long time explaining how it all works and how things like radios exist that they play music and that no a tiny band inside them.

This would also probably lead Tommy to finding the Able sisters I recon too and deciding that it was now His song.

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Also an update: currently I haven’t been writing as much. The spark hasn’t been there and instead more on art so I’ve been messing about with that. I have occasionally gone back to a few wips and been adding to them, but just haven’t had the right stuff to get a good chunk of writing done.

I’m also still stuck on chapter 3 of jornos. It’s Technos chapter and considering I don’t write a whole lot of Techno, I think I’m pressuring myself a little bit to get his character written just right. I don’t want to let the people who adore techno down so trying to finish the chapter has been challenging. But I also really want to work on the chapter and finish it. To say I’m conflicted is an understatement lol. We’ll get there.

Also also Brick! I have your other ask, I’m just finding it hard to fit characters with each one lol. ITS HARDDDDD!

Thank you for sharing your wonderful thoughts here though! I LOVE THEMMM

[copepods]

ok so with like

the au yk.

it isn't just the dsmp. when i say mcyt, i mean literally just tons of different corners of it. hermitcraft, the life smps/series shit, aphmau, qsmp, etc etc

it is kind of dsmp centric bcuz i don't know much abt the other smps, but that's pretty fixable since i have several friends who are on various spectrums of mcyt special interest brainrot who collaborate w/ me.

in simple terms,

no specific smp or group is just on the bad or good side? like it isn't "oh dsmp is good" and "hermitcraft is all the galra", it's very mixed up just because i went with what i thought would fit the characters + i wanted interactions that weren't just between members of their groups.

i want ethoslab and quackity to be silly creatures. i want grian to interact with tommy, wilbur and techno and see them as family, i want luzu and philza to chat about the simple things that remain in their intergalactic lives !

the plot really kicks off when awesamdude (one of phil's top military men idfk) and tommy get separated from everyone else upon some sort of attack on their home, and their escape pod drifts through space until it lands somewhere- earth, ofc. (for some context they r altean royalty bcuz i just fucking love slapping them into royally fucked situations!!!)

idk exactly the Details . however tommy and sam meet some goofies, which likely consists of

tubbo, for tommy, he's GOTTA have his bestie

travis, zane and nana from aphmau

they somehow . god knows how. get a lion, and before anyone can interject or leave the lion (they all got into it like idiots) They fucking Blast Off uh oh where will they go. Uh oh

some shit happens idk, they find themselves at what seems to be a pretty empty planet in terms of civilisation, they find some other alteans who'd been isolated from the rest, so they had been under the assumption that all other alteans had died.

the other alteans are grian, who is the green lion pilot, lizzie (LDshadowlady) and oli orionsound

blah blah blah they become the paladins.

sam, black lion

tommy, red lion

travis (from aphmau), yellow lion

nana, blue lion

and as previously mentioned, grian pilots the green lion

they all train. yk. as paladins Do.

in some other part of space, wilbur soot is losing his mind because his brother is missing and might be Dead somewhere where they could never find his bodyyy ^_^ so he's stressed. plus basically ruling an insane amount of people despite being just a prince. phil is busy battle planning and shit so wil has to deal with political stuff

sorry this is very long. i have to go do laundry. i shall be Back. to explain more, if you so wish

oooh inchresting!!! gotta love crossover content. reminds me of the childrens rebellion (dsmp scifi fic with literally every yuoutuber ever in it)

[brick-a-doodle-do]

I have many thoughts about the miraculous au!!

Is Wilbur and Techno still at school or like university age? Is it still Paris, or like main london(?) so that big ben could replace all eiffel tower scenes😂

Alsooooo, is Phil the Guardian, ooooorr, hear me out, Sam could be a cool Guardian!

Maybe he gave out the miraculous to help the world, but also his own agenda, he wants to find Tommy👀👀 He looked after him, maybe he found Tommy after he was formed(?) so Tommy didn't socialize with other kwamis since he was isolated. Tommy decided to run away to escape him.

So the sbi without Toms go to him for advice but also realise there's more to the eye with this guys, since he also wants all of the miraculous, to fit his whole c! Prison Warden persona. Thinking he is always in the right or the victim

Feel free to pick and choose what fits the best! Or experiment😁😁😜😜

hi sorry for a late reply this was kinda difficult to answer dshgsdhdnf (/nmay, this au is just hard to develop :'D)

when this au takes place, will and tech are both adults (like a little younger than their irl ages) (as is phil of course). but, they didn't recently get their miraculous'. phil is the guardian (don't worry sam will come in in a bit ;]) and seeing as wilbur and techno are both his children, they both got theirs when they were quite young. howeverrr they didn't start the hero work until they were much older (17-18. the two of them wanted to do it earlier but phil knew the two were way to irresponsible to do that so he made them wait lmaooo)

this au is in london !!

while i do want tommy to have some unknown backstory with one of the characters, i'm going to make it a little bit more complex than that. so, let's just say as of right now no one knows tommy exists except for tommy himself : ) (but in the first or second chapter he meets wil and depending on what direction i go in, emduo)

yes once sbi meets tommy they are aware that something is off because tf this thing is a tiny hybrid of some kind. is he human or kwami??? and phil says he's never seen tommy before.

shdhgdsghhdnf i'll need to develop the plot more before i can make any certainties, but i do have some ideas for sam that runs along that theme,,, and as for tommy's backstory hopefully i can sit and think about that sometime but as for rn i think i may put this au on hiatus until some great inspiration strikes,,,,

maybe i could tie this au with c!lore asw,,,,

i promise this au'll be back i just need to dig deeper into it :D

[driflew]

it is six sentence sunday! i wasnt entirely sure what to post today... yes, i posted a new fic, but i wrote most of it a year ago, so...??? but ive decided to go with six fun facts for traitor phil au

1. wil’s dialogue at the start... i didnt say it in the actual fic notes, bc i wasnt 100% sure i remembered it right, but im pretty sure its transcribed from the actual stream

2. the short scene w quackity and “how would you like to be our edge?” was supposed to be a Whole Scene, according to the way my doc was spaced, as i leave double spaces in places i mean to add more. i dont know what i wanted to do, though, and i thought it worked well enough, so i just let it stand.

3. i believe the “he even invited me back” might have been intended to have more as well as a full scene, but i dont remember. i actually considered ending the fic there, but i liked what i had for the shapeshifter interaction, tho the scene was unfinished. i decided to finish that scene and post the whole thing

4.. everything after the line...

“Didn’t realize bee farms were that complex,” Technoblade mutters. Phil shrugs. Whether that was intended to be an out or not, Phil is going to take it.

...was new and written for this. thats why theres a jump in the scene--i didnt know how the scene was meant to go after a year, so i just did a short skip

5. the thing about Philoctetes was transcribed from this video, with some changes either to make it read more natural or fit better in the convo. so its like, 80% transcribed and 20% altered. in that video he also talked abt medea being betrayed, and i thought abt doing that instead for Foreshadowing, but.... this one was sillier, and it was the first story i thought of when i thought abt techno talking abt mythology. it might not be thematic, but its very charming (to me), so i thought it actually fit more. the fact he shortened the guy’s name to phil sold me on it tho

6. my fave scene in this au was def techno’s execution, im sad i never got to it. i love emerald duo so much man. i think the only thing i was 100% confident on in this entire fic was techno’s voice, i was SO proud of how his dialogue sounded

[bonesandthebees]

i'm so shit at analysis of writing, so i'm just gunna say what i can about the new chapter of stars!!

the realisation of wilbur knowing phils playing favourites is so bittersweet, he doesn't understand why someone likes him more then tommy, it's not something he's used to. i know that's not the main point of that part, it just makes me feel many many many things. AND THE FACT THAT PHIL DOESNT CARE!!!!! makes me insane /pos

the way that aimsey and ranboo describe how tommys feeling fucking broke me dude. he's just as scared and pissed and anxious as wilbur is, maybe even more so. also the parallels with tommy + techno and wilbur + phil are insane, im glad tommy somewhat has someone to lean on like wil has phil. these brothers better hug soon or i'm gunna lose it

this is a tiny other bit but the silent communication between jack and wilbur means a lot to me as well, cant explain why. it just does.

woo boy the boys aren't doing good!!!! again sorry i'm not the best at literary analysis on short notice, so i'm just gunna be here rambling about the stuff that makes me feel things the most. so excited to see where this is gunna go!!

- 🍦

ice cream anon there is absolutely zero pressure to be good at analysis to come dump your thoughts in my ask box. the analysis stuff is great if that's fun for you! but if you're not about that that's fine too! i just love hearing what you guys think about my fics :D

hehe glad you picked up on that subtle bit about wilbur not understanding why someone likes him more than tommy. they were going to have a more explicit conversation about that, but then I realized it was kind of just a rehashing of an older convo they already had, plus it didn't fit the vibes of what I wanted for the scene so I had to cut it rip

tommy is NOT having a good time, but we only get to hear about it from outsider povs like aimsey and ranboo :(

!! i love including tiny tidbits like jack and wilbur's silent communication. they're such good friends and I love showing their bond in subtle ways like that

ty for this!!!

[moooosh]

ok so less on the personalities and more on the character’s role in the story but-

do you see my vision

schlatt is darktail btw

[cr0g-0]

A long awaited post from us since it’s been waaaaaaay to long since a post!! I do hope you enjoy part 1 of many

P.s-This fic will be uploaded part by part but as of now it’s being written all on the same doc so if the beginnings seem a bit abrupt that is why!

Tw-Accidental Dehumanization, Safe Noms, Talk of Death, Talks of Fatal noms(Doesn’t happen)

Total word count: 3021

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A Great Divide Between You and Me (When did you become so cruel) [I]

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Tommy was…well…apprehensive about this whole idea. Don’t get him wrong-he’d do it if Wilbur was a hundred percent sure but still…he wasn’t too sure about this whole…pretending to actually eat Wilbur.

“C’mon Tommy! You said you wanted to do a prank that would shock and scare the hell out of everyone and this couldn’t be a better prank!” The borrower exclaimed. Wilbur was excited by the prospect of scaring his friends on April fools. Every other year Tommy and he had either made them laugh till they couldn’t stand or they ticked them off a little. 

Wilbur wanted to see what scaring them would be like. Mix it up and such.

“I know I know…it’s just…you think they might take it the wrong way?” Wilbur shook his head. 

“Tommy-Toms-no one will think you legitimately decided to eat me.” 

“I mean-I guess if you're sure then…ok fine-I’ll do it. But you owe me a fuck ton of ice cream and shit. I’m doing this for you after all.” Tommy stubbornly crossed his arms, huffing. Wilbur just let out a bubbly laugh. 

“Alright alright fine I’ll buy you some ice cream tomorrow if you can effectively pull the wool over their eyes and convince them you did the deed successfully.”

Tommy let out what sounded like a whine and a groan, nodding slowly and dramatically as Tommy usually did. “If I fail can I still get a single tub of ice cream?”

The brunet hummed, closing his eyes and tapping his finger on his chin in thought. Tommy blinked at Wilbur with a deadpan look. “I swear to prime I will legitimately eat you regardless of this stupid prank if you don’t buy me ice cream-“

Wilbur paused and for a split second, Tommy swore he saw fear but if Wilbur had been afraid? Well, he wasn’t showing it anymore because the borrower was doubled over in a fit of laughs and Tommy felt his worry melt away. “Ok ok no need to threaten me child-I’ll buy you a single tub if you fail ok?”

Tommy grumbled, pretending to be pissed off about it but he was grinning wide. “Yeah, that's fair big man. Makes sense to me but make sure it’s mint chip or you're dead-“ He jokingly growled, poking the other gently. 

Wilbur stumbled back slightly and lightly swatted at Tommy’s finger. “Mhm-ok sure Toms. Like you would ever kill your favorite brother-”

“Nope Techno is actually my favorite brother-Sorry Wilby.” Tommy shrugged and Wilbur snorted, rolling his eyes disbelievingly.

“Oh please child-you gave me the nickname Wilby. Are you seriously gonna sit here and tell me, out of both me and Techno, he’s the favorite?” “Well-I-oh just shut up Wil-” The blond spluttered out, his face having turned a bright red in embarrassment. Curse Wilbur for always being right-

Getting back on track, Tommy scooped Wilbur up, holding him gently in cupped hands. Wilbur settled quickly, getting comfortable and preparing mentally. 

“Alright well let’s get this prank on the road hmm? I have some morons to scare!” The brunet laughed before nodding his head. 

“Let us get on with it. I have a nap I need to take-“ He joked as Tommy brought Wilbur closer to his face and more specifically, towards his mouth.

Wilbur tensed up just a little, part of his mind still screaming his life was in danger just like it had the first time he had been found…and by all accounts he had been in danger that first time but after all the bonding and movie nights they had really become a family for him…

But of course he was still somewhat frightened of the whole thing.

And he wouldn’t lie but some of the things his friends said to him made him…immensely uncomfortable…not that he’d say anything on the subject. He didn’t want them to think he couldn’t handle what was obviously a joke…

But hey-he wouldn’t be seeing any of them till dinner tonight. First up, Tommy would go and kind of discreetly hint before outright admitting that he had ‘eaten’ Wilbur to Phil, Techno. Then it was on to Tubbo and Ranboo if Tommy was able to get a hold of them. They were always busy trying to prank each other the day after so one of them was usually shopping for prank supplies  depending on the year. Then, if they couldn’t get a hold of either of them they went to meet up at Dream’s before going back home for dinner where Tommy would reveal that everything was fine.

Wilbur was particularly interested to hear what Skeppy thought of the whole thing considering he was also a borrower like him. 

Skeppy was one of, if not thee, best at deciphering he and Tommy’s pranks. One year, they had pretended not to know each other and most everyone was actually convinced Tommy and him had amnesia or something. The two always made sure the lead up to a prank was flawless so it actually felt and seemed real. The month before the amnesia prank they had both been ‘having issues remembering where things were’ and ‘remembering Wilbur was a borrower or that Tommy was human.’ 

The other borrower was by far the most unconvinced and saw through Tommy and Wilbur’s facades so quickly that the two ended up admitting it was a prank before they had gotten to dinner that day. 

Would Skeppy be worried or totally knowing as he usually was? Wilbur was going with the second one surprisingly. As much as it would suck for another prank not to last till dinner, it wouldn’t be a shock.

He had always been asked by either Skeppy or Bad if he felt alright or if he was uncomfortable after hearing an off handed remark about just wanting to eat Wilbur because he was a nuisance. 

“Uh-Wilbur…you know it’s ok to tell them if they say anything that upsets you right? I mean-usually they're joking but still. If it makes you uncomfortable you should say something alright man?” The blue clad borrower had put his hands on Wilbur’s shoulders. Quackity had…made a very unnerving comment about how easy he could just eat Wilbur and no one would stop him and unsurprisingly, Bad and Skeppy quickly brought Wilbur to another room to just calm him down. He hadn’t noticed it till he left the room but he had been shaking more than he had thought. Bad had dropped them both off and had gone to call Phil to pick him up, making up some nonsense about Wilbur feeling ill and needing rest.

“I-I can handle a joke though…obviously it was just a joke…” Wilbur had mumbled quietly and Skeppy had just let out an exasperated sigh. 

“I know it sucks to think but-imagine if it wasn’t a joke. You have every single right to feel uncomfortable, upset and downright afraid if someone says that; because if you don’t speak up then they’ll think it’s ok to keep saying or-in a worst case scenario-they’ll think they can go and e-eat you.” Skeppy could barely keep the tremors that came from his voice

Wilbur hadn’t hidden the shiver and chill that made its way through his whole body. He shakily nodded his head though, The other was right after all…if he never voiced his thoughts they’d go unheard.

“Alright. I’ll try to be more vocal about my feelings and opinions.”

The older brown haired borrower looked like he had wanted to talk more about the subject when the doorbell rang and Bad returned, offering the two his hand. They appeared to be just the slightest stressed out looking about this whole thing. The borrowers hopped onto his hands and he held them up to his chest. “I am so very sorry Wilbur-I’ll make sure to have a very…strongly worded conversation with everyone ok?” Skeppy had let out a small giggle, already grinning a bit and having returned to his mood from earlier in the day. “Ooo is Bad gonna finally cuss Quackity out?” Wilbur could tell that he had been trying to lighten the mood and he…he had appreciated it.Bad seemed to appreciate this much less.“I-Skeppy you muffinhead! I meant-Oh you know what I meant-!” He had spluttered out, his face having gotten a dusting of pink and red before he tried to calm down, returning his focus to the original, albeit sore, subject. 

“All jokes aside I’ll g-“

“N-No you don’t need to! Seriously-It’s fine. You don’t need to tell anyone anything. It’s not like I live here so they shouldn’t have to change the things they say.”

Bad had looked hesitant but nodded, dropping the conversation. Skeppy seemed frustrated at that but he hadn’t said anything on the subject.

“Wilbur are you alright? You’ve been just kinda staring in a bit of a daze. Helloooooo?” Tommy poked Wilbur gently with a finger and his brother barely moved.

“Willllll-“ The human whined, bringing Wilbur much closer before licking him to just try and get the borrower back into focus.

That got Wilbur’s attention seeing as the borrower nearly jumped out of his hand. “T-Tommy?”

“Bigman you kinda just-stopped looking alive for a bit. You ok?”

Wilbur nodded. “I-I’m ok Toms.”

“Are you sure? If you don’t want to do this now that’s ok w-“ 

“No, we're doing it. I said we were and we are so just get on it.” Wilbur snapped and Tommy seemed apprehensive as he pushed Wilbur into his mouth, his mouth already watering at the delightful flavor of milk chocolate coming from his mouth.

The blond's pupils dilated a little as he began to coat Wilbur in saliva, purring softly.

Maybe he shouldn’t have opposed this idea so much…

He continued to lick at the borrower, noting that he was squirming around a little now and he began to push him towards the back of his throat. 

Normally he’d probably bite a borrower, their blood tasted heavenly after all-but the more awake side of him told him that this was his brother.

Which of course meant he couldn’t hurt him because if he did he might not even see him again and he for sure knew normal him would be so very upset with himself. So, with that in mind he opted to continue licking him, pressing him up against his teeth and gently nibbling on his tail.

The nibbling was…very short lived as he felt a sharp jab at his tongue and he let out an animalistic whine. “Tommy no tail nibbling! You know how sensitive it is-”

Letting out an annoyed huff, he moved the borrower back to his tongue , pressing them below his tongue, purring quietly as he swallowed the building saliva in his mouth.

Wilbur squirmed around a little, grumbling in annoyance as he shoved the tongue that continued to coat him in thick and sticky saliva.

“Ok Tommy I think you got me covered enough-“ He forced a chuckle though he wasn’t sure why he felt a pit of anxiety and nervousness pooling in his stomach. It wasn’t like he was in danger. This was Tommy after all.

The blond hummed, reluctantly moving them back to the center of his tongue before tilting his head back, swallowing them gently. A hand went up to his throat as he rubbed and massaged his throat to get the borrower down.

Wilbur squirmed around the tight, squishy throat as he was tugged down the slimy throat, his tail flitting about as he tried to keep his calm. His stupid instincts screamed that he was in danger but he knew he wasn’t…

Hopefully.

There was another tug and he passed the teenagers collarbone. He heard the steady, resonating purrs and the beating of his heart. The noises calmed his fears. He was probably fine. He slipped into a more spacious pouch and tensed before forcing his body to relax. He brought his tail to his chest and ran his hands through the saliva soaked fur.

Tommy softly smiled, rubbing at his storage as he continued to purr, the fog in his head starting to clear slightly.

What had he been doing again? Right-he had a prank to pull off. He poked his storage a little. “How’s my favorite snack doing?” Tommy teased, smirking to himself as he felt the borrower inside tense and squirm a little.

“Prime, give me some warning when you do that Tommy-And don’t call me a snack either.”

“Oh whatever snack-“ Tommy poked his storage again, once more teasing his brother before going towards the door of his room. He assumed Wilbur was just joking as well.

Wilbur had been dead serious when he said he didn’t want to be called a snack. It…It rubbed him the wrong way…

It reminded him of his first meeting with Tommy. That meeting had been a disaster and he had thought he’d die a horribly painful death.

Oddly enough, Tommy had taken what he had thought was pity upon him and helped him get better after a particularly dilapidating fall.

And then…well the unofficial and undocumented adoption had quickly followed.

But that had been around the last time Tommy had ever called him a snack till now and he wasn’t sure how he should feel about all this. He laid back though for now, getting comfortable as he focused on listening to Tommy and the conversation that would follow.

Tommy hummed, as he walked down the stairs to see Techno and Phil in the living room. April fools day always had them very attentive and he found it hilarious.

“Good morning!”

“…Morning Tommy…….”  Techno hesitantly greeted.

“Hey Toms. Where’s your brother?” Tommy bit back a grin. Perfect, Phil had fallen right into his trap and he was sure Phil wouldn’t know. 

Tommy nonchalantly shrugged. “Uh-right here duh-“

“Tommy, I think he meant Wilbur.” 

He scoffed as if even saying Wilbur’s name offended him deeply.. “Oh. Yeah. I don’t know.”

Phil frowned but he forced his smile back on his face, shrugging. “He might just be sleeping in. I wouldn’t worry.”

Techno looked at Phil as if he had three heads and the other groaned. “Phil it is April fools day those to menaces to society are always up to something and especially today-“

Tommy rolled his eyes a little but Phil just sighed.

“Ok well are we all ready for breakfast? Aside from Wilbur obviously because he isn’t here right now.” Tommy held back another wide smile. They were hitting every beat he needed them to hit for this to work.

“I already had a little snack so I’m already full.”

“…Didn’t Phil confiscate all your snacks?”

The blond shrugged. “Well I got myself some milk chocolate and it really tasted delicious.”

“…….I….I tossed all the milk chocolate mate…”

Tommy let his grin finally appear. “He really tasted as good as he smelt~”

The silence was satisfying…the tension was less satisfying but he had gotten to the first step of today's elaborate joke.

Techno looked dumbfounded, shock obvious in his eyes as he stared at Tommy, mouth agape. Tommy barely noticed the pinkettes hands clenching into fist.

Phil looked shellshocked for a moment before he seemed to grow hurt and confused. “You’re surely joking-tell us your joking-“

Tommy laughed. “Of course I’m not joking! I was going to eat him eventually-just wanted to taste his betrayal. I just pretended to care about him.”

He felt a small amount of squirming within him. He ignored it.

He felt all eyes on him and he was about to start talking again when Techno spoke up.

“How could you say that!? He-He was your brother!! That-That brotherly love always looked real-surely it was real!!! You wouldn’t have waited three fucking years to eat him!!!” Techno looked on the verge of tears, his voice raised unusually high. Tommy wasn’t gonna back out though. Wilbur would be disappointed if he didn’t follow through with the whole prank.

The teen shrugged, seemingly uncaring of the whole situation. As if this had been expected though it was really far from it…well it was far from it in the sense that it was just a joke.

“I don’t see the problem. I was just disposing of a pest. A nuisance that was overstaying its welcome.”

A silence hit the room. It was heavy, thick with tension. 

And then there was a blur of pink headed straight toward Tommy. Techno’s fist made contact with Tommy’s nose and a crack seemingly echoed through the room. Before Techno could land another blow Phil raced over, grabbing Techno into a hug so he couldn’t hit Tommy again.

Techno clawed and flailed about, trying to break free of Phil’s hug that was more like a wall keeping him from Tommy who was currently nursing his nose, some blood getting on his hands.

“Spit him out-Do it right here, right now or else I’m never going to talk to you ever.” Techno hissed out, eyes seemingly shimmering with rage, hate and above all-

Tears. Tears of grief. Tears for the brother that he believed was dead.

Phil’s voice came out crackly. “T-Techno…mate give it a rest….Wilbur…Wilbur is…”

Dead. The word didn’t need to be said. It was already what they were all thinking.

Techno looked to the ground. “Why don’t we all get breakfast hmm? You’ll both feel a lot better I’m sure.” Tommy suggested, already trying to get his family more…upset though it didn’t seem very smart now that he was looking at it but oh well-neither his brother nor father reacted, silently heading into the kitchen. He followed after them and sat down. “Uhm…I think we’ll just have some cereal today.” He wiped at his nose. He should get a bandage to cover that up before he went to Quackity’s.

Techno remained despondent, clearly glaring at the ground but Tommy could tell he was crying. It felt a little bad but he was overreacting. Borrower tasted great-he didn’t even need to kill him to enjoy the flavor! This was such an overreaction.

Phil got the cereal and handed it to the two. Everyone ate in total silence.

[zachsreaderinserts]

sleepy boys inc x gn!teen! reader headcannons

trying something new! i like bbs and all, but i wanted to write for other youtubers! lemme know if yall wanna see more content like this lol.

this takes place in a minecraft au!!! also, mentions of bad parenting/abusive parents

wc: 2,319

okay the sleepy boys

chaos incarnated, all of them. you can’t deny it

so, when tommy invites a friend from a local village, at first, everyone else is skeptical. since when has tommy made a friend who didn’t hate him within 20 minutes from all the screaming and insults he spewed?

unlike his friends, phil is more excited than anything. though he isn’t tommy’s dad, he feels like it sometimes, so he really wants to meet this new person who has caught the youngest’s attention

techno is very much not on board. he has a hard time trusting people at first glance and having been friends with tommy for the longest, he knows that tommy readily jumps the gun and attempts to befriend literally anything just because he can

and wilbur? indifferent for the most part. yes, he feels the need to make sure tommy is protected and cared for, but he also recognizes that this situation is out of his hands. the best he can do is hope that their friend isn’t an absolute asshole

so, it’s saturday. all three men are sitting on the couch in phil’s cottage, talking amongst themselves as they wait for tommy to come back. techno makes a joke about murdering them, which leads to phil scolding him about his violent tendencies

“you haven’t even met them yet, techno, what the fuck.”

wilbur is simply adding fuel to the fire, making little remarks here and there and watching the whole thing escalate to phil lecturing the piglin hybrid.

because of this, not one of them had noticed that tommy returned, with his newest friend. they both stopped at the sight of phil in dad mode, tommy considering just turning around and taking his friend as far away as physically possible

too late, since techno’s sixth sense made him whip around and stare at the newcomer. this made phil stop lecturing and wilbur quit giggling long enough for tommy to introduce his friend

after saying their name, the friend lifted their hand shyly, face burning from slight embarrassment. their other hand was latched onto tommy’s, feeling intimidated.

can you blame them? the fucking blood god looks like they wanna skewer them and cook them over a campfire.

tommy took notice of their shyness and cleared his throat, “we were planning on going to the carnival in their village if you three assholes feel like tagging along.”

like there was any way they were gonna let tommy and his friend go out without chaperones.

tommy turned back to his friend, “give me a second, i’m gonna go grab my sword just in case.” and proceeded to run up the stairs and towards the guest bedroom in phil’s house that he claimed.

the millisecond he was out of earshot, techno grabbed his friend by the front of the shirt.

“what are your intentions with tommy?”

the friend blinked once, twice, then bit back a smile. “you’re asking that as if i’m about to date that motherfucker.”

this time, it was wilbur who bit back a grin of his own. who would’ve expected the originally shy kid to have replied like that????

techno’s brain short circuited and his grip on their shirt loosened slightly. did.... did this kid just brush off his question???

“can you put me down? you’re gonna stretch my shirt.”

techno’s brain blinked back into focus and he gripped the kid’s shirt harder, shoving them against the nearest wall. “i asked a question, kid.”

“you know, tommy told me something like this would happen. i’m glad i came prepared.” and then, tommy’s friend sucked in a deep breath. techno leaned back, expecting the worst...

“MWISTER TECHNWOBWADE, PWEASE PUT MWE DOWN BEFWORE I SCWEAM”

oh god, this was far worse than anything he thought of.

he dropped the teen out of disgust more than anything, reeling backwards. if there was one thing that haunted his dreams, it was uwu-speak.

phil started howling of laughter, clutching his stomach and hunching over. originally he was going to stop techno from threatening a literal child but this outcome was so much better than anything he was anticipating

wilbur was no better, already tearing up from how hard he was snickering. he started choking on his own spit at one point, smacking his arm against the couch.

tommy was so fucking confused when he came back down the stairs, seeing the mayhem that was, for once, not caused by him. he glanced at his friend, who had the world’s biggest shiteating grin.

yeah, they were gonna fit in just fine.

and they did! phil took them under his wing (both physically and metaphorically) and allowed them to come visit his home whenever they wished. and whenever they did, phil was the first to ask how they’ve been and what they were up to

to phil’s surprise, the kid was overall calm in their choice of activities. things like playing soccer or drawing or figuring out how to learn instruments in their free time. it seemed like they were desperate to get their hands on anything and everything just to learn

he found it funny, though, when their chaotic side shone through. they easily were on tommy’s level when they got into that headspace and it was so hilarious to him.

his favorite memory of the kid was when they walked into the house and marched right up to where techno was reading idly in the corner. planting their hands on their hips, they spoke.

“if you were to fuck a clone of yourself, would it be masturbation or would you be considered gay?”

phil, who was washing the dishes six feet away from them, just about crumbled into a ball on the floor from how hard he was laughing and sobbing.

of all questions, that was the one that came out.

but he had no idea that the chaos was a coping mechanism. he just thought they were naturally like that in their free time.

he soon found out the truth when they came home with tommy, who was cursing up a fit, visibly angry. his friend was slumped over, as if trying to hide themselves from the world

when phil asked what had happened, tommy exploded.

“their fucking dad took all their money from their savings! said he needed it more than them and when they asked for it back, he called them a fucking disappointment! that fucking bitch--”

phil can count very few times when he felt true anger and he can confirm that when tommy had told him what had gone down, he saw red.

but he knew better than to outwardly show it. judging by how hunched over and defeated the kid was, what they needed was a stable support system

so he walked over and shut tommy up with a hand on his shoulder, “why don’t we take the rest of the night to build up that game room you wanted in the basement. i’m sure if we knock it out before techno and wil are supposed to be back, we can all play something like monopoly.”

seeing where phil was headed, tommy nodded and brushed away his anger. he knew that what his friend needed was a serious cheering up. tommy ran towards his guest bedroom, claiming that he was going to find his blocks.

phil crouched in front of the teen, tilting their head up to look him in the eyes. “you’re not a disappointment. you’re an amazing person with a chaotic joke machine going 120 kilos over the speed limit in your head and you are talented. your dad doesn’t know shit about what you’re capable of doing.”

oh boy, the kid’s crying. those are tears, full on tears.

that night was one of the best nights of their life, however. they enjoyed the entire three hour long game of monopoly where they watched the light leave everyone’s eyes. it was funny when wilbur lunged across the table when he landed on a railroad, out for phil’s blood.

speaking of wilbur, he enjoyed every minute in the kid’s presence. they often asked creative and random questions and went along with the abstract jokes he made, the two of them laughing heartily the entire time.

when the kid first mentioned wanting to learn how to play the guitar, he practically burst through the wall of the room next door, breathing heavily and exaggeratedly.

“did someone say guitar”

yeah, he’s feral. that’s canon.

they proceeded to spend the entire day in phil’s garden, each of them equipped with a guitar. despite their outwardly smooth brain and stupid demeanor, the teen was a fast learner and could play the most basic chords by the time the sun was setting.

wilbur’s favorite moment was the first night they met, when they went to the carnival. there was the game where you shoot the water and fill up the balloons and the kid was going head to head against techno and tommy.

it was when techno won that the teen turned to techno with murder in their eyes and spoke in a deadpan tone of voice,

“you’re lucky you won this time, you gentrified mayo monkey.”

wilbur’s jaw dropped, as did techno and phil’s. tommy was already in hysterics, smacking his hand against the counter that held the guns.

needless to say, wilbur found his favorite, not-quite sibling in a heartbeat.

techno was the last to come around with the child. can you blame him? every time he tried to threaten them or had beaten them at something, they would respond in a cryptic threat--

“i’m going to pee your pants if you don’t let me win”

or just brushed him off. without a second thought.

“anyways, i was murdering a chicken the other day, and the fucker had the audacity to ribbit at me.”

to say he was confused was an understatement. he was terrified of the fact that a literal child held so much power and disinterest in things like their own life. so for the first few months, he avoided them.

but he had seen past that when it was around midnight on a weekday. tommy was hanging out with tubbo and ranboo in their village miles away from the area. wilbur was out drinking with schlatt, niki, and fundy, and phil was already asleep.

techno wasn’t too far behind, sitting in front of the fireplace and staring out of the window that showed the front yard. it was only then when he saw the flash of a familiar face and looked closer as the teen walked up to the house quietly. their head was down and they carried a small bag with them.

techno opened the front door with a long creak as they reached the porch steps. it was only when they jumped and looked up in surprise that techno had noticed a deep bruise on their left cheek in the moonlight.

despite the fact that he kept away from them, techno was very protective and territorial of tommy, phil, and wilbur. and since they were attached to the teen, he became protective of them as well.

so all the voices in his head went quiet for a second. before exploding into a mixture of screams and threats, all leading back to protecting the child in front of him.

without thinking, he reached forward and cupped their face for a better view of the bruise. at the warm and soft touch, tears slipped down the kid’s cheeks and they sniffed pathetically.

the voices quickly took a 180, all screaming to take care of them. make them feel better. so, techno led the kid inside and let them spend the night in his room, with them falling asleep on the bed and him falling asleep on the rocking chair in his room.

phil did not hesitate to officially declare himself as the teen’s official father, saying that their biological father was a “little bitch”

now somewhat living with the teen, techno found an appreciation for their quieter moments, when they were reading or simply daydreaming. it was cute, in his eyes. but he also grew to enjoy when they were absolutely feral, especially toward tommy.

his favorite moment with them was when they had gifted tommy a music disc for his birthday. it was sweet and sentimental and tommy just about burst into tears when he saw it.

all of the sappiness quickly vanished when tommy put it into a jukebox.

“FUCK THIS PUSSY, BOY, FUCK. FUCK IT RIGHT, BOY--”

tommy had let out the most terrified scream and it practically engrained itself into techno’s brain. it was the first time he ever laughed at something the teen had done and the teen felt proud of themselves.

and finally, tommy. he was already happy to call himself a friend of the teen’s. they were like peas in a pod, working together.

tommy came to them when his insecurity felt heavy and they came to him whenever their dad’s words got to them. they had a nice system of dependency on one another and neither of them would trade it for the world.

tommy’s favorite moment of being friends with them was during their first birthday living in phil’s house. it was a birthday befitting their personality, with brightly color streamers hung and confetti all over the floor. he knew that they enjoyed it severely and once the cake was cut, the kid turned to phil.

“phil, where’s the big tiddy strippers i requested?”

tommy was GONE

he all but choked on his slice of cake and walked away, shaking his head while trying to stifle his giggles. but when he heard phil’s scream of “WHAT”, he just lost it.

all in all, his friend had made a fine part of the sleepy boys. they were a happy face in an otherwise somewhat bleak and dangerous world. and all four men appreciated it.