#dynamic techno

[clu3io]

[rakkuntoast]

sbi dlc again but uhh yeah idk

[sethdomain]

me if i write dsmp sbi

[viktorscane]

while most ppl think that techno is the more chaotic part of emduo, i think it’s worth mentioning that both in the antarctic empire and in the dsmp phil pushed and advocated for violence at the drop of a dime.

ae!phil messaging ae!techno that they should just kill everyone at the saint-malo trials rather than come to a peaceful conclusion.

c!phil pushing for the destruction of l’manburg at all costs and encouraging c!techno to destroy more & more & more even when the country lay in ruins.

when c!techno and the voices are satisfied, and the fire has dulled to nothing but sparks and ash; c!phil will always be the first one to add fuel to the fire.

[nomsfaultau]

What is a clawmark but a way of being honed?

Or; Philza’s “children” made him a monster, too. From my dark SBI fic, The Lambs Wolves Wear.

[sprainedankleproductions]

I see your "c!Techno is c!Phil's son/c!Wilbur and c!Tommy's brother" headcannons, but I raise you my "c!Techno and c!Phil grew up together" headcannon.

[skidmarkeater]

Some out of context doodles

[smithsibsceo]

zane and kai bonded in the early seasons by discovering new music together. both didnt really have a great access to it growing up (there was an only an old radio or maybe a scratchy vinyl player in ignacia's library and zane's village had no electricity) so they mainly grew up hearing their respective villages' traditional live music. Hearing those 'end-of-2012-mashup' compilations changed both of their lives

[gremnda]

Art requests from twitter :]

[lookinghalfacorpse]

actually if dreamza are a cat and a crow, two animals very connected to witchcraft, that means techno's the witch??? Joking but techno actually had people coming to his house and trying to public execute him for the fear of him being a possible threat and having too much power like witches

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this sounds like a joke that c!techno himself would make

[clu3io]

Check out this practise-makes-a-perfect-drive sandbox by @laylae

[wildwinterlunas]

There's a part of me that will always hold the complicated SBI family dynamic AUs, but I will always find it funny because realistically, the canon divergence would start at the beginning of the Independence War.

The moment c!Wilbur started talking about making a country c!Tommy would have been on the phone with c!Phil going, "Dad Wilbur's trying to start a cult again"

[anarchy-and-piglins]

I don't even care if it's familial in any way or platonic but emduo with the "home is whenever I'm with you" concept is EVERYTHING to me. It makes me so soft. They are so good. I love their dynamic so so so much.

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

I mean, yeah, sure, he's done heinous war crimes and intense acts of destruction, and he does have ties to an evil god that he will lean into and embody under the smallest bit of pressure and discomfort, and he does kind of enjoy violence. But have you considered that he's kind of awkward and grumpy and he loves his bestie/qpp very much and is oh so carefully protective of him? That he would give the world for him in a heartbeat?

[rywritten]

c!dreamnoblade really has the "i'm prepared to be devastated by you." kind of love. the "we're both fucked up, but at least we can both be fucked up together." kind of love. the "i would follow you, even to the darkness." kind of love. the "sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine." kind of love. the "i can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart." kind of love. the "i found peace in your violence." kind of love. the "tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway." kind of love. the "when is a monster not a monster? oh, when you love it." kind of love. the "i will risk the sharp teeth and the lethal claws, to defy fear and revulsion, and choose to be delicate with something that can be, and often is, incredibly brutal." kind of love. the "i'd kill for you, please ask me to kill for you." kind of love. the "i'm giving you the power to hurt me and trusting (or hoping) you won’t." kind of love. the "i'm saved by the fact that you exist." kind of love. the "why should you love him whom the world hates so? because he loves me more than the world." kind of love.

[nomsfaultau]

Fairytale au where Wilbur and Tommy always had no one but each other. The two young brothers fend for themselves as much they can, but it’s hard. One winter day they get desperate and try scavenging in the woods far past where humans are supposed to go. They find a cozy cottage, and tentatively investigate to find the owner is gone. The boys break in and devour as much as they can because they haven’t had a good meal (or sometimes any meal at all) in so long.

They scarcely notice the crow watching in the window sill, but it notices them. Philza is a very powerful witch, and naturally knew the moment they broke in. But he also has business at the moment, and so only gets back by nightfall. He finds the boys hidden in a cupboard sleeping nearly fused into one another. They didn’t want to get found, of course, but it was so cold outside.

Tommy and Wilbur wake up tucked in a bed. Naturally they flee, terrified of the wrath of a witch. The brothers count themselves lucky for surviving the encounter.

They find the cottage nearly every time they enter the woods now. But the brothers are cautious, a survival instinct beaten deep into their marrow. They avoid the cottage avidly, worried what awaits them.

But then Tommy hasn’t eaten in days, and Wilbur hasn’t eaten even longer than that. And Tommy keeps crying at night and Wilbur would do anything for him. So they enter the cottage. It is empty, or so they think, and so the pair raid the pantries once more.

But they freeze when they realize there’s a witch perched in the rafters, watching them the whole time. Like he’s ready to swoop at a moments notice and twist their necks with his sharp crow’s feet. They run.

But they don’t the next time. Wilbur keeps a wary watch on Philza the whole time as he urges Tommy to keep grabbing food. Wilbur almost expects the door to be locked when they try to leave, but it isn’t. The shadows that cling to the ceiling like fog don’t quite hide the witch’s smile. It sends cold down the both of their backs.

The boys grow a little bolder each time, still cautious, still wary, but assured to some degree the witch only ever watches. They never take anything but food, since all the stories say that’s a death sentence. Still, Wilbur is half way convinced their souls have been stolen already and they just haven’t noticed yet. But it matters little when his brother is starving. The winter is unrelenting in its cruelty, and each time hunger claws at their insides they’re a little quicker to turn to the cottage for warmth and full bellies.

And then one day the cupboard is barren. The witch’s crow lines crinkle as he stares at them. But the house smells of glorious cooking and Tommy scampers off. Wilbur follows, though keeps his eye on the witch the whole time.

They find a table set with three plates. They’re still warm and piled with mouth watering food. The boys have only ever really cooked something if it was dangerous to eat else wise, and it turned out charred more often than not.

The boys dig in, but freeze as the witch appears at the threshold. Philza drinks in the scene, then walks in, claws scraping across the floorboards. There’s no comment as he takes a seat at the side, Tommy having claimed the head of the table. The witch simply begins to dine, and then Tommy, finally Wilbur.

“So. You’re fattening us up to eat us?” Wilbur challenges.

“The pair of you are rather scrawny for that,” Philza says lightly. “Malnutrition tends to do that. I’d be waiting years if that were the case.”

“Then you’re trying to steal our souls!”

“I make no promises either way.” It was almost more soothing than if he’d outright denied it, because then Wilbur would’ve known for sure he was lying. Like this? …well, Wilbur still isn't sure, but his caution feels vindicated.

Caution that still fades over time. They begin to eat more meals than not with the witch. And when blizzards come and they have no other bed to turn to, the brothers find themselves welcomed to the softest pillows and blankets they’d ever known. They keep watch, of course. They always did, instinct ingrained. And then they spend more nights with Philza than without, and nothing ever goes wrong, and they both get so much more sleep if they don't bother with watch…

Gradually, they begin to never leave the cottage at all. There is no food or warmth to be found outside in the terrible blizzards. It just makes sense to stay. And Philza is so lovely to talk to. Wilbur no longer checks over their backs. The scrape of his talons on the floor bring not a shudder but a grin. And anyway the claws are always so gentle when they ruffle through their hair. On the coldest nights the witch’s feathers are so wonderfully soft and warm, so why shouldn’t the boys tuck under wing?

It’s when spring comes that Wilbur realizes something is wrong, so horribly, gut-wrenching wrong. Because there is no excuse to stay anymore, and yet the brothers do.

Wilbur prods the distrust in his gut, the wariness that’s served him his whole life. All he feels for Philza is warm fondness, and that— that is a feeling reserved for Tommy and no other. No, Wilbur knows for sure that whatever the witch has done to them is powerful magic indeed. A thrall inescapable, sly and slow like a poison seeping in until it's too late to cure. No curse is more inescapable and deceptive than mind control. The witch stole their hearts alright, just not in a way Wilbur had known to guard against.

Wilbur will cut out the part of him that feels that way if that��s what it takes. It’s only ever been Wilbur and Tommy, or Tommy and Wilbur. And no one, not even some all-powerful witch, will take that from him.

So quietly, carefully, Wilbur hardens his heart and prepares their escape.

(End part 1)