#lee!phil

[strangleetomz]

family

summary: nothing, just c!sbi

we pretend the lore didnt happen here

c switch!tommy(he/xey/they), switch!revivedbur(he/they), c switch!technoblade(he/him/they) c switch!philza(he/him)

strictly platonic THEY ARE FAMILY. SHIPPERS & N$FW DNI

word count: 4,034

this is my first time writing a fic including techno since june 14 2022

this is ALSO my LONGEST fic ive ever written! After 5 months it is FINALLY HERE🥲

THIS IS THE C! CHARACTERS!! except it isnt really lore based

c!sbi my beloved

Phil could, for the first time in what felt like forever, say he felt at peace.

All three of his children —technically, only one was actually his son, but he treats them all as such— were in the other room, and Phil could vaguely hear what was going on as the door was cracked open. He could hear them messing around and laughing like they were kids again. Phil had been so stressed lately, but his family being together again had wiped it away. There was a small smile on his face, he hadn’t even noticed.

It was a very loud shriek that broke the avian from his thoughts. He quickly rushed to the room, swinging the door open with a look of panic. It was quickly switched with relief as he realized what was happening.

Wilbur had Tommy trapped in his lap, the blonde squirming and kicking relentlessly as his older brother scribbled all over his stomach while Techno gently squeezed up and down his thighs. “GUHUHUYS!”

Phil stood in the doorway, waiting to see if he’d have to step in or if any of them would notice he was there. He watched as the youngest tried, and failed, to push away the hands of his brothers through his pleas.

“Something wrong, Toms?” Wilbur smirked, switching to pinching up and down Tommy’s sides.

“Yeah, you’re laughing an awful lot. Did we say something funny?” Techno’s smirk matched Wilbur’s.

“YOHOU’RE TIHIHICKLING MEHE!” The blonde went limp in Wilbur’s lap, then realizing Phil was in the doorway. “PHIHIL, HEHEHELP!”

And there was his cue. He stepped into the room, spreading his wings to get the attention of the twins. It worked. They both ceased the tickling, looking up at Phil. Tommy just curled up and hid his bright red face behind his hands.

“Oh, hey Phil!” Wilbur grinned innocently, elbowing Techno in the ribs as a silent way of saying to do the same. Which he did, after flinching with a muffled “ow.” He slightly waved to Phil.

“Hello Wilbur, hey Techno,” Phil crossed his arms, looking down at his sons.

“Mind explaining this?” The avian gestured to Tommy, who was still curled in a ball and giggling —assumingly from the ghost tickles.

“Hm? Oh, we were just messin’ with our little brother, ‘s all,” Techno smiled, bringing one hand to prod Tommy’s side which caused xem to flinch and giggle even more.

“Yohou tried to kihihill mehe!” Tommy whined, getting up and speed-walking to stand next to Phil, who wrapped his non-damaged wing around the teen.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Tommy! Besides, we all know you like being tickled anyway.” Wilbur’s innocent smile turned into a smirk when the younger blonde’s face went bright pink. Xey opened their mouth to protest, but they couldn’t seem to find words to say so he just shut his mouth.

“Well, they’re not wrong on that one, mate.” Phil smiled, bringing up his wing to brush along the back of Tommy’s neck for a second. Xey ducked away and went back to sit in between Techno and Wilbur, light giggles pouring from their lips.

“You aren’t exactly safe here, either, Tommy,” Techno spoke flatly, but he had a smirk on his face as he gently spidered across Tommy’s stomach, emitting a squeal from the younger.

“Why ahaham ihi always the taharget!?” He whined, scooting closer to Wilbur and curling in on himself. It took everything in Wilbur’s power to not coo out loud.

“Probably because of how ticklish you are,” Wilbur stated like it was an entirely normal sentence. Tommy sat up straight and immediately started yelling.

“Everyone in this fucking house is ticklish, not just me!” Tommy exclaimed, exaggerating xeir statement by talking with their hands. Phil shrugged, silently saying “fair.” Techno, however, gave a look of disagreement.

“Everyone?” Techno repeated. “I’m not. I don’t even react to it.” Tommy tilted his head like a confused dog.

“Bullshit! Look!” Tommy sprung up and tackled Techno down. The pinkette immediately started fighting back, the two of them rolling on the ground trying to get the upper hand while Wilbur and Phil watched. It ended with Tommy keeping Techno pinned down, holding his wrists away so he couldn’t fight back.

“Tommy, don’t evEN-“ Techno cut himself off, pursing his lips and squirming as Tommy clawed at his upper ribs through his shirt, the fabric doing absolutely nothing for protection. Tommy had a wide grin, Techno’s struggling being very evident.

“Laugh for me, Techno!” Tommy yelled before ducking xeir head down and blowing a raspberry on Techno’s neck. That broke the damn, high pitched huffs of laughter emitting from the pinkette below the teen.

“Tohohohommy! Gehet awahahay!” Techno pressed his arms down more, trying to scrunch up his shoulders but failing with Tommy’s head in the way.

“You really walked right into that one, mate,” Phil commented with a small chuckle, Wilbur giggling at the scene next to him. He snuck a few pokes to Techno’s side every now and then to see him jolt and complain, “Wihilbur!”

Techno free’d his hands, pushed Tommy off and scooting to sit 5 feet away. “That wahas not necessary.”

“It was very necessary, in my humble opinion,” Wilbur grinned and brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around themself. “Seeing the big, tough Technoblade get taken down so easily by tickling will always be amusing.”

“Big talk for someone who screams from a mere poke to their ribs,” Phil piped up, walking over and kneeling next to Wilbur to poke at his upper ribs— to which Wilbur, well, screamed at.

“PHIL! Fuhuck off!” Wilbur backed away, moving closer to Tommy and “hiding” behind xem.

“You think I’ll protect you?” Tommy turned to look at Wilbur. “Hell no! It’s your turn, dickhead!” Tommy quickly turned around and pushed Wilbur down, easily pinning them and digging xeir fingers into his ribs. Wilbur shrieked, grabbing onto Tommy’s wrists and trying to push them away.

“TOHOHOMMY, NOHO!” Wilbur threw his head back, their body jolting when he felt a hand start squeezing at his side. It was Phil.

“I think it’s time you’ve had a turn, yeah? Come on, mate. You were just making fun of Techno for how ticklish he is, but I’d say you’re even worse.” Phil spoke casually, bringing his hand down to pinch and drill his thumb just barely above Wilbur’s hip bone. Wilbur screamed louder than any of the other three boys had ever heard, and again when they felt another hand scribbling under one of his knees.

“NOHOHO! NOHOT AHAHALL OF YOHOHOHOU!” Wilbur covered his face with his hands, trying to hide the growing red hue that spread quickly across his face and muffle their laughter at the same time. “PLEHEHEASE!”

“Aw, Wil, you’ve gone all red!” Tommy exclaimed, which made Wilbur’s face become an even darker red. Xey snuck a hand under Wilbur’s shirt, and lightly traced the scar on the brunette’s stomach. Wilbur squealed, grabbing onto Tommy’s arm and actually getting them to stop. The blonde slightly jumped, suprised that Wilbur actually got him to stop. At the pause, Wilbur quickly turned the tables on Tommy and got xem on the ground. The two started wrestling, both of them fighting for the upper hand as Phil and Techno now watched.

“I’ll bet a stack of emeralds Tommy loses,” Phil muttered. Techno turned to look at the older.

“Deal.”

The two watched as Wilbur and Tommy wrestled, both very dead set on getting the upper hand. It ended with Tommy being pinned down, followed by shrieks of laughter as Wilbur started scribbling all over xeir stomach.

“NOHOHO!” Tommy grabbed Wilbur’s wrists as he threw his head back. “PHIHIHIL! TEHECHNO! HEHEHELP!”

The two men in question looked at each other, back at the scene in front of them, and each other again. They gave each other a look that said “Oh, we’ll help alright.” And then, they both waited a second before pouncing. Techno tackled Wilbur, and Phil went for Tommy. This is not what exactly Tommy had in mind when xey called for help, but at least Wilbur was getting what he deserved at the same time.

Wilbur was caught entirely off guard, landing on the ground next to Tommy with a yelp. “Techno-!? What the fuhuck are you dohoing?”

Techno quickly pinned Wilbur’s hand’s under his knees, but he was careful enough not to hurt them. Techno didn’t speak a word, yet. Phil did the same to Tommy.

“Well, Tommy asked for help. So we’re helping,” Techno deadpanned with a small smirk before vibrating his fingers just above Wilbur’s hip bones, getting a loud shriek out of the brunette.

“I meant both of you go for WilbuhUHUHUR— PHIHIL!” Tommy shrieked at near the same pitch as Wilbur once Phil snuck a hand under Tommy’s shirt, started spidering all over xeir stomach and brushing his wings up and down their sides.

“TEHEHECHNOHO! FUHUCK OHOHOFF, MAHAN!” Wilbur pulled for his hands to be free, but they were weakened from the tickles, therefore failed inevitably.

Techno pretended to think for a moment, as if considering the “request.” “Hmm.. Nah, I think I’ll pass. This is quite adorable, to be honest. Might do continue for a while.”

Wilbur felt the heat rise to his face, he swore it had gone bright pink just then. He whined in embarrassment through his loud laughter.

Tommy was stuck in his own tickly heaven hell. Phil had his wings targeting their neck and ears, which alone would make him melt and giggle away. But Phil also had a finger dipped and wiggling around in Tommy’s navel, the other fingers digging and scritching around it, and his other hand scribbling and squeezing xeir hips. It was torture. Did they love it? Yes. Was he still gonna call it torture? Also yes.

“THIHIHIS IS TOHOHOHORTUHURE!” Tommy tried to free xeir hands, he really did try. But he was weak from the tickles and how hard he was laughing, so he made no progress in freeing them.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, Toms~!” Phil grinned, bringing a hand to pinch at his ribs for a few seconds before returning to their hips. Tommy’s face was the same shade of pink as Wilbur’s.

Wilbur struggled through shrieks of laughter, trying to free his hands. Techno laughed at him, but then Wilbur actually free’d his hands. They immediately grabbed Techno’s forearms, pushing him off and pinning him down. Well fuck.

“YEHEHES, WIHIHIL! GEHET HIHIHIM- AAHAHAH!” Tommy shouted, shrieking as Phil blew a raspberry directly on xeir navel.

“Let’s see how you like it!” Wilbur exclaimed, vibrating his fingers in the gaps between Techno’s upper ribs.

“WihihIHILBUhur!” Techno whined through laughter. Now, Techno wasn’t insanely ticklish— the least ticklish one out of SBI. But it was still pretty bad, to him.

“TechnoOooO!” Wilbur mimicked, giggling to himself as he suddenly shot his hands to Techno’s underarms, drilling into the hollows to elicit a small scream, small snorts following after.

“That will never get old,” Phil commented, smiling as he noticed Techno’s ears go red. Then he got an idea. “Say, Tommy, do you snort like that?”

He knew the answer; yes. But he wanted to torture the kid.

“NOHOHO!” Tommy lied, trying to get Phil off of xem before he could do anything. Phil raised an eyebrow.

“Really? Alright, so I’ll go ahead and just—“ Phil cut himself off as he wiggled a finger in Tommy’s navel, causing the younger to squeal as snorts peppered through his laughter. Phil grinned, “Jesus, you and Techno really are brothers, aren’t you? So cute, honestly.”

“Shuhuhut uhup, Phihihil!” Techno thrashed around, desperate to get Wilbur off. But now he was more determined— to get Phil for that ‘cute’ comment. He’s Technoblade! He isn’t cute, he’s intimidating! Scary! Mean! Not cute!

“Christ, Techno, I thought you were a pig, not a buhull.” Wilbur laughed, struggling to keep the pinkette pinned down.

Techno reached over, squeezing Phil’s side which caused the eldest to fall off of Tommy out of surprise, giving xem a break.

“Gotcha!” Techno grinned, pushing Wilbur away and tackling Phil before he could escape. “Laugh for the laugh god, old man!” Techno exclaimed before digging his fingers into Phil’s stomach, scribbling and pinching around the spot and smirking as the man fell into a fit of high pitched laughter. Tommy snickered at the sight before him.

“Yeah, how do you like it, bitch!” Tommy exclaimed, leaning over to poke Phil’s side, but xey were pulled back before they could do anything. Damnit.

“Isn’t this nice, Toms? Those two are busy, now I can get some quality time with my little brother!” Wilbur exclaimed over Phil’s cackles before tasering the younger blonde’s sides.

“WIHILBUR! Nohoho!” Tommy attempted to squirm out of Wilbur’s grasp, but was quickly weakened as the brunette blew a raspberry on the back of xeir neck.

“Why not? Does it tickle too much? I’ve barely done anything,” Wilbur teased, sneaking a hand under Tommy’s shirt to scribble at his bare stomach, relishing in the squeal that emitted from his brother.

Phil was having his own “problem” with Techno, desperate to escape this tickly heaven hell, but Techno was stronger than the man and so he was trapped. “TEHEHECHNOHO!”

“Yeah? What’s up old man? Something botherin’ you?” Techno’s voice was monotone as always, but there was a slight tease to his tone as he vibrated his fingers between the gaps of Phil’s ribs.

“YOU KNOHOW WHAHAHAT’S WROHOHONG!” Phil cackled, slight wheezes escaping from how much he’d been laughing.

“Do I?” The pinkette smirked, leaning down to blow a raspberry on Phil’s neck, eliciting a squeal.

“Wihihil! Lehet mehe gohoho!” Tommy whined through giggles as Wilbur traced shapes into the sides of xeir stomach.

“I’m hardly doing anything,” Wilbur chuckled, “But I can do worse. I think I will, actually!” Without warning, Wilbur blew a raspberry onto Tommy’s neck and dug his fingers into xeir stomach, scribbling and spidering around the sensitive skin. Tommy screamed.

“WIHIHIHIL! NOHOHO THIHIS ISN’T FAHAHAIR!” Tommy squirmed, trying to wiggle their way out of Wilbur’s hold, but it was no use. Wilbur was far stronger than xey were, especially right now.

“Are you trying to escape from me?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so, giggles. You’re trapped in my tickly, tickly grasp~!” Tommy’s voice went bright red, the brunette’s teasing tone was insanely flustering.

Wilbur rested his chin on Tommy’s shoulder, blowing air on the blonde’s ear before whispering, “Tickletickletickle!” Tommy’s ears flushed the same shade of red their face had, letting out a whine at the tease.

Tommy’s arms were trapped, but they could somewhat reach behind him. And he did, latching onto where Wilbur’s back meets their sides, and lightly squeezed the spot as much as he could. Wilbur let go of Tommy to remove xeir hands, and Tommy fell forward. “TOHOMMY!”

Wilbur looked up at Tommy, narrowing his eyes at the younger. “Oh you want to fight? I’ll give you a fight, you little prick!” Wilbur exclaimed before tackling Tommy down, the two of them rolling around on the ground and fighting for the upper hand. Both poking and prodding different spots to attempt to weaken the other, high-pitched giggles emitting from the both of them.

The fight did not end, however, it switched to the two of them tickling each other at the same time. Tommy scribbled over Wilbur’s back, occasionally pinching at the backs and sides of their ribs, and Wilbur was poking and squeezing around Tommy’s stomach and sides. The two shrieked out curses and protests at each other, wide smiles on their flushed faces.

Techno looked over at the two rolling around on the floor together and grinned, “You two are adorable.”

“Ihi wihIHIHILL KIHIHILL YOHohou TOHOHOMMY! Bahastahard!” Wilbur squealed, getting hold of one of Tommy’s wrists and holding xeir arm above their head before using his free hand to vibrate his fingers on Tommy’s underarm. Tommy shrieked, immediately falling defenseless and bringing xeir free hand to push away Wilbur’s— which resulted in Wilbur now having hold of both of Tommy’s hands.

Wilbur quickly pinned Tommy by sitting on xeir legs, holding their arms above their head with one hand. “You messed with the wrong person, Toms~” Wilbur teased, grinning evilly as he saw the teen’s widened eyes and bright red face. “Now you will face my wrath of tickles, you little prick!” He quickly lifted Tommy’s shirt, blowing a long raspberry right in the middle of xeir stomach. Tommy screamed, and Techno paused his torture to Phil to look over.

“Are you trying to murder him?” Techno questioned, a smirk on his face when he saw the state of the demon hybrid below Wilbur.

“I said I would!” Wilbur exclaimed before leaning down to blow another raspberry, directly on Tommy’s navel.

“FUHUHUCK, WIHIHILBUHUR! NOHOHOHO!” Tommy shrieked, squirming left to right and bucking xeir hips as much as possible. It was torturous. He loved it… but torturous.

Phil had practically melted on the floor, being given a break by Techno. He himself was unsure if he could take anymore tickles; he was pretty tired by this point. He noticed the pinkette about to start again.

“Tehechno- nohoho mohore..” Phil was quiet, luckily Techno had very good hearing and he let up, getting off of Phil and sitting next to him. Maybe the good hearing wasn’t very good for Techno himself, given the high pitched screeching coming from Tommy right next to him as Wilbur continued to wreck the youngest of the four.

“PLEHEHEASE WIHIHIL!” Tommy bucked his hips more as Wilbur brought down their hand to pinch and drill his thumbs into both of xeir hips. Tommy started trying to push Wilbur away, so the brunette quickly pinned Tommy’s hands under his knees. He was careful not to hurt Tommy in the process.

“Aww, is it bad?” Wilbur teased, “Thought you were a big man, Tommy! Surely you’re strong enough to handle a little bit of tickling, right~?” Tommy shook his head frantically through shrieky laughter and giggles, kicking his legs as much as he could with Wilbur sitting on them.

Wilbur brought up one hand to dig their fingers into Tommy’s ribs, vibrating his fingers in the gaps and pinching at the bones. His other hand switched between pinching at Tommy’s hips to scribbling over xeir stomach. “THIHIS IHIHISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!”

Wilbur smirked, “It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish.” He leaned down to blow a raspberry on xeir neck before whispering in their ear, “Tktktktk~” The brunette’s smirk turned to a grin as he watched Tommy’s blush spread to his ears and down his neck.

“Flustered, Tommy?” Techno commented from beside the two, gently pinching Tommy’s side and chuckling when xey flinched with a small squeal.

“FUHUCK OHOHOFF!” The youngest shrieked as Wilbur blew another raspberry on their stomach.

“That’s not very nice, Toms. Be nice to your brothers,” Phil spoke up with a small smile on his face. Tommy whined as now everyone in the room was against him.

“THEHEHEY’RE BEHEING DIHIHIHICKS!” Tommy tried to free his hands to bring his arms down. Xey were desperate to defend themself from this torture. Wilbur had his free hand scribbling and digging his fingers into Tommy’s stomach, he wasn’t being too rough so that it wouldn’t hurt, only tickled. Badly.

The demon hybrid squeaked as there was a soft, feathery feeling on his neck— Phil’s wings. The mixture of gentle and rough tickles were almost unbearable. “OHOhoh fohOHOR FUHUCKS SAHAKE! PHIL!”

“You haven’t once said stop, Tommy, we know you love this~” Techno teased lightly, smiling at the flustered state of the younger as he delivered a few pokes to xeir side.

“Look at him, all red and flustered! Awh,” Phil cooed, scribbling his fingers against the side of Tommy’s neck.

“Xey’re so ticklish, it’s just so adorable. I may not be able to handle it, I might explode from the cuteness.” Wilbur joked to Techno and Phil, slowing the tickles as the three of them talked about Tommy as if he wasn’t even there. This flustered Tommy more than it should have.

“Ihihi aham RIHIGHT hehehere!” Tommy giggled out, finally freeing their hands to push Wilbur’s away and cover his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry Tommy. Do you need all of my attention on you? You need more tickles? Is that it? Hmm~?” Wilbur teased, poking at Tommy’s stomach and allowing xem to keep their hands free. Under one condition.

“How about we play a little game,” Wilbur grinned, eyeing Techno and Phil. The two immediately understood what he was about to have Tommy do. Wilbur gently grabbed Tommy’s wrists, focusing back on him as he lifted their arms. “You keep your arms up like this, and you can’t let them down. Or else.” They spoke in a teasing tone, his grin forming more into a smirk when the look on Tommy’s face mixed with panic, excitement, and flusteredness. Xey nodded, already trembling at the sight of Wilbur, Techno, and Phil with their hands in the shapes of claws. He’s so dead. A dead man. Gone.

Wilbur looked at him with a look that said, “Ready?” Tommy nodded again, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and taking in a sharp breath to brace himself, but it wasn’t much help as he immediately shrieked at both of Wilbur’s hands digging into xeir stomach, scribbling and pinching and tasering against the sensitive skin. Techno soon followed, squeezing up and down Tommy’s thighs and occasionally scribbling beneath their knees. Not a good day for Tommy to wear shorts. Phil joined in, his wings brushing against Tommy’s neck and ears while he used his hands to pinch and scribble on xeir sides and ribs. This was entirely TORTURE.

“GUHUHUHUYS!” Tommy screamed, his arms shaking as he struggled to hold them up. How was he expected to do this!? They could have at least made it easier for him!

“THIHIS IHIHIS UHUHUNFAHA- AAHAHA WIHIHILBUHUR! NOHOHOHO!” Tommy shrieked, kicking his legs as best as he could and bringing down their arms to shove at Wilbur’s head as he blew a long raspberry on xeir navel, then taking a breath before going back to nibble on their stomach. Tommy’s laughter fell silent for a second as he threw his head back, immediately screaming again before falling into laughter once again. He could hardly speak, really only making out the words “FUHUHUCK!” and “NOHOHO!”

Wilbur obviously noticed that Tommy brought his arms down, but he also noticed how his laughter had fallen silent for a moment then grew to be raspy as the boy could barely even speak anymore. He wasn’t going to continue, not roughly. He gestured for Phil and Techno to stop as he let Tommy go. Wilbur immediately pulled Tommy to a hug, gently rubbing his back as a gesture of comfort and resting their chin on xeir head. Tommy breathed heavily as he buried his face against Wilbur’s chest, taking in big gulps of air as he began to relax in Wilbur’s hold. Phil cooed out loud at the two.

“Did I, or, we, go too far, Toms?” Wilbur asked, his voice gentle. Tommy shook his head no.

Eventually, Tommy looked up at Wilbur. His face was bright red, dried tears on their face, now with a small smile and still squinted eyes. Wilbur couldn’t help himself;

“Awwh!”

Tommy hid his face again out of embarrassment, yelping as Wilbur stood up and moved Tommy to carry xem bridal style. Techno placed a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder as he got a look at the teen in the brunette’s arms. He smiled fondly.

The four men all silently agreed on just relaxing in the main room of the house. Tommy stayed huddled close to Wilbur, clinging to him like a koala to a tree branch.

He may have been tired —all four of them were, honestly, but Tommy especially—, but that didn’t stop him from delivering a few pokes to the three men he was surrounded by, smiling at the small yelps and muffled giggles from each of them.

He deserved at least a little revenge for all of that, right?

[the-midnight-fox]

Moments from Tommy’s new vlog

One of these things has to do with tickling. Just sayin’

1. Wilbur threatening to tickle Phil and Phil swimin’ away.

2. Tommy calling Tubbo “My little slug boi” This was just adorable(I don’t mean this in a shipping way I just thought it was cute)

3. Wilbur pretty much wishing the worst upon the rest but when it was Tubbos turn he was like “If you need me I promise to get you out of there.” And I just also thought that was very cute. Big Bro Wil My Beloved

4. Tubbos’ lil’ victory dance(I love him more than I should-)

5. Everyone chanting “Tubbo!”

6. “Hype me up!” -Tubbo “YOU GOT THIS TUBBO!!” -Tommy. Their friendship is my favorite thing. Ever.

7. Everyone laughing when everyone else fell but being sad when Tubbo fell. You can really tell who the favorite of the friend group is can’t you? I can’t blame them though I love him too-

8. “Tubbo, Have I got this?” -Wilbur “YES!” -Tubbo

[bumbleleewrites]

Headcanon:

c!Phil, being an avian hybrid, has feathers along the sides of his face and neck. He likes to use them to nuzzle into people while tickling them. His sons have been victims to this many times.

However, sometimes the feathers brush against his ears and the rest of his neck, tickling him. He's mostly used to it, showing not even a slight reaction, although on occasion he'll have to shake his head to move the pesky feathers and bite his lip so that a laugh doesn't slip through.

[sadfloofy]

OMG WILBUR THREATENED TO TICKLE PHIL IN TOMMY'S NEW VLOG (the "wipeout challenge" one)

KSJFOABDIAKBDELABDONDJWKBD

[totallynotbat]

Stream Character Relaxing

Summary: After a stream, Philza and Phil meet up outside of the SMP. Literally.

A head cannon, I have is that Philza will pop out once in awhile to see his Irl self, don’t know why.

Notes: 

Irl! Phil will be known as Phil

C!Phil will be known as Philza. 

Tickle fic! Click off if you don’t like it!

Relationship is entirely platonic! Don’t tag as ship fic! 

T/W: Swearing

“Alright, Chat! I’ll see you all later!” Phil smiled, as the chat expressed their excitement for the next stream. Turning off his stream camera. Stretching in his chair, his back would thank him later, taking off his headphones and setting them on the desk. 

“Well that was fun!” A sudden voice nearly made the 34 year old jumped. But he calmed down, relaxing and looked over at the avian hybrid, wearing a green white striped bucket hat and green kimono. The red hardcore heart tied around his neck.

“Apologies didn’t mean to scare you.” Philza stared at Phil with a grin, who smiled back. 

“Gods…” Phil stretched and flopped back on the bed Philza was on, yawning. “Do you ever get tired?”

“Phil, I’m the character version of you. Of course I do.” Philza nonchalantly responded. Phil looked up, noticing how his character wings, twitched a bit, and the discomfort of Philza.

“You look erm…stressed, you want me to try and preen a bit?” Phil asked awkwardly. Philza blinked, never thought he would hear that before.

“Uh, just be careful.” Philza opened his wings lightly. Wincing a bit as his left one was twitching and wrapped up in a bandage, clearly a bit old since L’manburgs explosion. Carefully Phil took it off, it unraveled, quickly showing a few broken feathers sticking out, the wing began flapping uncontrollably. But Philza winced and whimpered the more it moved.

Phil’s heart nearly broke, the streamer knew it was his character after all, that he created him to be like that but, he didn’t know that it would hit him that hard, he didn’t want Philza to hurt himself.

“Okay, I’ll take care of you’re right wing then try to fix you’re left one later.” Phil stated as Philza nodded. 

“Thanks…” 

Phil began picking out a few old feathers from the avians back, before taking his hands and lightly traced around the black feathers. Making sure to be careful as possible. 

Philza chirps echoed a bit through the room, despite it being light, giggles squeaked through as well. Phil struggled a bit with certain areas, that came a bit harder when he started at the base of his creation wings. 

Philza back arched up, a few giggles slipping out. Phil stopped for a bit, before a small smile appeared on his face. 

“Sorry Philza, forgot you are ticklish there.” 

Philza rolled his eyes. Trying his hardest to stay still. Phil was done in know time on his wings, but he wasn’t done yet. Phil knew one way to calm him down.

Phil scribbled across Philza’s sides, the avian immediately arched his back. 

“Ack! Phihihihil! Nohot therehehehe!” Philza squeaked, thrashing a bit to get out of his grasp. 

“Oh no you don’t!” Phil tutted, placing his hands around the crowfather and quickly pulled him back, quickly running his nails into Philza’s stomach, smiling at the giggles he got. 

“Ehehehehe!” Philza chirped, squirming. “Shihihihihit!!!”

“Daw! Ticklish much?” Phil cooed. 

“Yeheheheah!” 

Phil lightly traced his fingers up into his neck. Philza lost it, melting down and resting his head on Phil’s chest. 

“Heh, you remind me of my position when Kristen got me on stream.” Phil chuckled to himself. Chuckling at the enduring chirps that he got, eventually Phil stopped, allowing his character to sit up and breath. 

“Thanks…I needed that…” Philza smiled, ruffling his wings, Phil luckily managed to fix his left one, his wings just needed a bit more time to heal in order for him to fly again.

For a few minutes it was quiet, the pair just talking. That is until a question sprung upon Philza’s mind. 

“Phil?”

“Hm?” 

“Are you ticklish?” 

Phil perked his head up, butterfly’s in his stomach already. “Why?”

“You got me, mate.” Philza replied. “It’s fair that I get you back.”

Phil got a bit flustered at that comment, he has been tickled a few times by Kristin before, even on stream. “Y-yeah, only on certain places is where it’s bad.” He admitted. 

Philza smiled. “May I ask where?” 

Damn Phil’s heart for being soft. “Erm, neck, sides…I guess the same spots as you, minus the wings of course…and er…I have a ticklish back…” 

Philza stepped a bit closer. Sitting on top of Phil’s legs. “Do you mind?” 

Phil blinked a few, if it kept the two of them relaxed, he was okay with it. Plus he’s had a long day. Phil pressed his back against the pillow. “Just stop…the second I ask…” 

Philza smiled, putting a hand on Phil’s shoulder. “Of course, mate.”

Philza sat on top of Phil’s legs, the ironic part about all of this is that his IRL self was taller than him by about an inch. So this was gonna be fun. 

“Ready?” Philza asked, Phil nodded, a wobbly smile already on his face. 

Philza immediately scribbled his nails into Phil’s neck. Phil squeaked and bursted into giggles. 

“Awe! You have the cutest laugh, mate!” Philza smiled, scribbling the nails across his creator’s neck.

“Nohohohoho!!! I Dohohohoho! Nahahahahat!!!” Phil giggled, shaking his head side to side, to try and hide from the sensations fluttering over his skin.

“You do, and you’re not afraid to show it!” Philza cooed, placing one of his wings and moving it across his neck. 

“Ehehehehe! Nohot the fehehehethers!” Phil squeaked, attempting to swat them away with his hands. 

Not working really well as Philza scribbling his nails into Phil’s sides, squeezing the black dress shirt quickly. 

“GAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO!!!” Phil cackled, bringing his hand back on the bed sheets, throwing his head back as he laughed. 

Phil’s laughter echoed the room, with him squirming a bit which Philza didn’t allow, due to his neck and side being tickled constantly to make him crash right back down.

Eventually, Philza stopped allowing him to take a breather. Phil taking deep breaths of air, he was a giggly mess already.

“Ready for round two?” Philza asked, sitting down still on Phil’s legs, his hands on the black shirt. Phil nodded. Philza grabbing the shirt and waited for Phil’s approval. Phil nodded and inhaled. 

Phil felt something soft stir around his stomach, right near his ribs and began snickering, covering his mouth with his hands, to prevent anything slipping out. 

“Naw, come on mate! I wanna see that smile!” Philza teased, moving his wings around Phil’s stomach, poking around his naval. “You gotta let yourself laugh more!”

A few muffled laughter escaped, at least that’s what Philza could hear behind Phil’s hands. 

“I think someone is gonna break~” Philza teased, moving the black wings a bit faster. “Awwww is someone feather sensitive~”

Phil kept his hands around his mouth, a small smile on his face. “Nohohoho! Teheheheheasing!” He said muffled from behind his hands. 

“Nawww! Come on! I wanna hear you giggle!” Philza smirked and moved his hands towards Phil’s sides. “Hey Phil?”

Phil looked up, a bit confused. But still kept his mouth shut.

Until the skittering of feathers on his ribs.

“Tktktktktktktktktktk!” Philza teased, as Phil immedidly removed his hands to try and get away.

Too late.

Phil bursted out into high pitch squeals as Philza’s wings scribbled across his top ribs. Philza’s hands moving across his lower ribs amplified the sensations.

“NOHOHOHO!!! EHEHEHEHEHAHAHA NOHOT THEREHEHE!!!” Phil’s bubbly hard laughter broke through, as he squirmed around.

“And the dam breaks!” Philza smirked, smiling at the enduring laughter that came out.

“SHUHUHUHUT!” Phil cackled, before feeling a small poke to his naval. “HAHAHAHAHA!”

“EHEHEHEHE! NOHOHOHO ITITS THIHIHICKLY!!!” Phil cackled, a series of snorts bursting out in between as he arched his back up as he layed on the bed.

“Damn, and I thought snorting was Techno’s thing!” Philza cooed, lightly tracing his wings around each bone of Phil’s ribs, wiggling the feathers in between. “You’re really sensitive mate!”

“YOUHOHOHOU! AREHEHE-OHOHONE TOHOHO TAHAHAHALK!!!” Phil wheezed a bit from how much he laughed, attempting to push Philza back didnt help either.

“Rude.” Philza smirked. Pulling out his wings from his ribs and tickling behind Phil’s ears. Phil melting a bit into light high pitched bubbly giggles.

“Ghehehe! Ititititit tichehehekles!”

“It’s supposed to!” 

“Hehehehahaha!” Phil giggled, attempting to swat the feathers away, only for them to move faster.

Eventually Philza stopped, removing his wings. Lightly scribbling behind Phil’s ears with his nails to calm him down.

“Gohohohod yohohohour mean!” Phil chuckled, either from the ear tickles or from being tickled was unclear.

“I don’t know, you weren’t saying stop yet.”

“Shuhuhuush you.” 

Philza got off of Phil’s legs. Sitting to the right side of him. “You good?” 

Phil nodded, sitting up a bit. Philza held down Phil’s legs, placing a hand on his thigh. Given the fact Phil did a sharp inhale. This was gonna be good. Philza scribbled his nails across his thighs.

“NAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Phil squealed. Becoming more with the bed every second, hiccups peppering in.

“Someone has got ticklish legs? How adorable.” Philza cooed, squeezing his thighs a few more times. Noticing how Phil kicked his legs out a bit.

“ShuhUHuhuhut up!” Phil’s laughter went up an octave. “I’ll fuhuhuhucking khihihil yohohohohou fohohor thihihis!!!” 

That sentence meant to be a threat, but it was filled with no malice, just bubbly laughter from the streamer.

The thigh tickling lasted much longer than Phil thought, by then he was a giggly mess on the bed, small snorts peppering in.

“Do you mind flipping over Phil?” Philza asked. “Or do you want me to do it for you?” 

Phil chuckled a bit. “Yeah, hang on.”

Phil rolled onto his stomach, his face was red at this rate, resting his head on folded arms. His blush turned darker when he felt weight on his lower back. “Gohohds.” He burrows his face into his hands.

“That bad huh?” Philza asked.

“Y’know how bad your wings are?”

“Yeah.”

“Triple it mate.” 

“Wow.” Philza smiled, a bit amazed at the information. “You really trust me.”

“Unfortunately.” Phil sarcastically remarked, before giggling as Philza scribbled across behind his neck. “Hehehey! I wahahahahs kihihihiding!!!” 

“I know, I just wanted to tease you a bit.”

Philza traced lightly across Phil’s back. Phil squeaked and began lightly giggling, melting to the gentle touch, giggling lightly into his arms, a red blush right on his face.

“Hehehe!!!” Phil chuckled, Philza noticed and smiled.

“Oh wow, you really giggle here.”

“Yeheheah…itit reheheally tihihihickles!”

“Well that be the point mate!” Philza smirked, going back and forth on his upper and lower body.

“Ehehehehahaha!!! I knohohow-thihihickles! It-itit thihihickles!-Hehehe!!! Hahahaha!!!” Phil melted into the light tickling the avian gave him, small snorts escaping his mouth with a small hiccup that would slip out at points.

“You are adorable, no wonder why Kristin married you!” Philza teased, tracing his feathers across his skin, which tensed up in response.

“Shihihihihihit! Yohohou Fuhuhuhuhucking-Hahahaha!”

“Awww! Your so giggly!” Philza cooed, tracing small circles into his upper back, watching as Phil squirmed around, giggling and laughing out curses.

It’s been awhile for Phil since his back has been tickled, Kristin would get into tickle fights with him constantly when they first hanged out. And she would always go to that spot.

Phil thinks it’s a werid one he didn’t know he had, guess sitting on a chair playing Hardcore does something. He could just relax but not prepare for what happened next.

“GAHAHAHA!!! OHOH GOHOHOHOD PHILZA NOHOHOHO!!!!” Phil screamed, as Philza scribbled across his back. Phil squirming around banging his fist onto the bed. 

“Jesus, you weren’t kidding.” Philza chuckled, surprised, slowing down a tiny bit.

“GAHAHAHA YAHAHAHA THIHIHINK!!!” Phil squealed, snorts and giggles peppering in. 

Philza placed his hands near Phil’s hips squeezing them rapidly, while his wings moved around Phil’s back. 

Phil let out a high pitch scream, tears peaking out of his eyes. His laughter came back hard, along with the thrashing. Phil was completely lost in his laughter, from both the squeezing and feathers, he couldn’t handle feathers, and then Philza blew a raspberry right into his spine.

“STOP! STAHP STOPOPOP!!! PHILZA PLEASEHEHEHE!!!” Phil screamed, deep belly laughter and hiccups he couldn’t control escaping from his mouth.

Philza stopped immediately, rubbing Phil’s back as an attempt to soothe the tingling in his system right now. Phil, being a giggly mess on top of the bed. 

“Apologies, didn’t know how bad that was for you.” Philza stated, mussing around Phil’s neck and ears while he still can.

“Kristin lohohohoves using it against mehehe during streams.” Phil giggled, relaxing as Philza traced behind his ears. “The chat thinks it’s cute when she does it.”

“Indeed.” Philza smiled, continuing to trace behind the skin, smiling lightly with a small coo at his creators giggling. “You like your ears being tickled huh?”

“Shuhuhut up. Hehehe! Mahahate it tickles!” Phil giggled, leaning his head into Philza’s hand, his fingers lightly tracing across the back of his ears. “Well, that’s the point.” Philza smiled, Phil practically melting, leaning his head into Philza’s ticklish touch, his giggling being light, bubbly and squeaky. “It feels good though right?”

“Yeheheheheah…Ehehehehehe! Hahahaha!”

It lasted a few more minutes, Phil looked like he was going to fall asleep any minute, as he leaned into Philza’s chest, the hybrid continuing to tickle his ears, even moving to trace his back, Phil’s eyes fluttered closed a bit, giggling.

Philza slowed down, tracing Phil’s neck and his back, moving Phil down to lay down on the bed, covering him up with a blanket, Phil giggling when the avian touched his belly and side.

Philza got up and off the bed, leaving his creator a giggly mess. “Well I better head back to the SMP, see ya around Phil.”

“See ya, mate.” Phil commented in a tired voice and in a poof of smoke, the avian hybrid was gone.

Phil sighed and layed down comfortable on the bed, trying to ignore the tingling on his body. He fell asleep after a stream, feeling relaxed. And was sure hoping, knowing his character was as well, in his own ways.

[fluffallamaful]

Hi! Just wondering, can you do a Lee!Philza and a Ler!XD? I would love it and it would make my day! Don't overwork yourself though. :D

prompt from this post

decided to make it continue on from this post :D

🦙🦙🦙…

“O-ohokay okahay, but c-can youhu help?” Phil asked, attempting to recapture the deity’s apparently diverted attention, whilst shifting under the new weight of their hands on his shoulders. He shuddered as they pressed their thumbs into the muscle at the base of his wing, muffling his tittering into the back of his hand, and squirming lightly away from the experimental touch.

“Mm…” The god hummed from behind him, sounding worryingly disinterested in his question. Phil felt a spike of panic surge through him as the hands on his shoulders slid down to his biceps, stilling his squirming.

“Mahate..”

“Mmm..?” The deity hummed again, this time with a smile in his voice. Phil let out a strangled yelp as they gently began stretching out one of his wings, using their second set of hands to comb through the delicate, charcoal feathers there, as the first set held Phil firmly in place.

🦙🦙🦙…

[marksandrec]

Marks and Rec: Misc #2627

Thanks for hanging out in 2023; hope you have a very happy new year. <3 (Dialogue from Rent.)

[sluttycinderella]

[brw]

brieuc's 1k celebration: 🤖 interest edit for @esteicy-blog!

[jamie-hayter]

"By the way, how's AJ?" And ladies and gentlemen, I'm here to tell you...

[leemontoast]

Story of the fucking server

[strangleetomz]

I often think about those clips of wilbur poking & prodding tommy in the side, the one of wilbur threatening to tkl phil (and phil immediately swimming away, as if it was not at all an empty threat) and the one from the paris vlog where tommy & phil kept poking each other (and tommy at one point yelling ‘tkl fight!’)

Like it makes me think that tkls are, in atleast some way shape or form, a pretty normal thing with the three of them, especially wilbur? Like just in general with all his friends

If there was like, just one or two clips maybe it’d be a little different i feel like. but there is a lot more than near expected

tommy talking about wilbur poking his ‘soft spot’ to get what he wants

wilbur saying he pushed tommy down the stairs because he was prodding his side

that clip with wilbur & mark from one of ash’s vlogs

amsterdam vlog where wilbur squeezed tommy’s side with a lil smirk on his face

wipeout vlog where wilbur threatened phil with tkls

wilbur’s stream with tommy where if tommy swore the stream ended, tommy took wilbur’s glasses(?) and wilbur poked him in the side like 4 times to get them back. tommy screamed and immediately moved away from wilbur and said “dont poke me in my soft spot!”

theres a clip from the irl improv stream (wilbur, tommy & jack) where wilbur repeatedly poked tommy’s side to get him off of his seat

paris vlog, tommy saying to wilbur “stop- stop! are you seriously trying to prod me on top of the eiffel tower?” and wilbur just being like “yep! :D”

paris vlog again, tommy & phil just constantly poking each other & tommy at one point saying ‘tkl fight!’ (another point where kristin said “he’s acting up!’ as if this were how he ‘acts up’ often??)

And i earlier said “especially wilbur,” that list just proves my point

He knows his friends are tklish

He takes full advantage of it, whether to get what he wants (literally in tommy’s words, ‘he knows my soft spot’ ‘he always gets his way’), or just to be a little menace

It’s literally just a fun little game for him, and assumingly tommy & phil as well

So if theres all that on camera imagine what goes on off camera ?? I genuinely think that tkl fights are a normal thing with them all, whether fair or one sided

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Mandrake the Magician - art by Lee Falk and Phil Davis (1934)

[taskmasteristics]

the thing abt nick mohammed dressing as a vampire is that each episode’s studio audience is seeing it for the first time so there’s such a massive reaction to it in every episode and it’s hysterical

[doubletalkingmaeve]

I need to invent time travel and go back to the 80s to get my men

[totallynotbat]

Hey everyone!

I have made a RP tickle blog for Philza-

@ticklishavian

If anyone wants to do any Rps with me as C!Philza, just put a message in the inbox and we will take it from there, ocs or other Dsmp members

@slimeylee @someone1348 @kasey-writes-stuff

In case you want to get involved-