#saying he could finally understand Philza

[hyperfixation-symposium]

I will never emotionally recover from last night this may be the death of me but.

My headcanon as to why Dapper couldn't crawl in the nightmare was because he got struck across the chest/arms in a fashion that would have made crawling extremely painful.

And even though he was trying so hard to do so for his dad, because God knows he's never heard his father that panicked, it was a situation where he just couldn't move.

He's coping with such a bad nightmare by staying with his animals and his dad, who is definitely going to be a bit more protective and careful with Dapper from now on - even if Dapper isn't the biggest fan of it.

[littleseasalt]

I've been thinking about why q!philza seems to be able to understand and read q!forever and the situations about him for a while now, and now I'm finally able to type out this full ramble so bear with me.

First I wanna say this post is in no way saying that Philza is the only person that understands and knows Forever, there are multiple characters that understand and know him, but I wanna focus specifically on Philza because he might as well be the most curious one to analyze: Other characters that understand Forever are generally his close friends, whom he spends a lot of time with. Meanwhile, Philza and Forever, thanks to the ccs timezones, don't get to hang out quite as much. They are friends, yes, but we don't often see them interacting like philza and the morning crew do, or forever with Cellbit, bbh and baghera, you know? Like, in character, most characters probably don't even understand how their bond actually plays off and how much they trust each other, etc etc.

So, why is it that Philza can understand Forever and the situations around Forever very well? He doesn't always gets it perfectly, obviously, but he always gets at least some parts right. What is it that makes Philza comprehend him?

And the more I think about it, the more I realize that this might be because Philza, out of all the characters, might be the character who has one of the closest audience perspective on Forever.

Now I know that sounds insane but PLEASE, hear me out. Of course, he doesn't have as much knowledge of Forever as the audience, especially cause he doesn't stream everyday and timezones and stuff so he does misses on a lot, but the thing is that Philza was the only character who was there for every single thing that is crucial to understand Forever.

How many people in character knows how much of an impact Tallulah's death left on Forever? I genuinely think Philza is the only one- they thought together that day and he was there to see how down Forever got after she died. On the same day, he also saw the sparks of what would become the ninho project later- him, Forever and Chayanne talked about egg protection rules, such as the safe room, and thought about ways they could use those rules to the maximum. Then there was Bobby's death, which lead Forever to pick up what he talked about the day of Tallulah's death and dedicate himself to this big project to protect all the eggs. He saw Forever's dedication to this project, dropping everything he was doing just to grantee the eggs safety. He sees how much Tallulah's and Bobby's death impacted Forever. He was also there when the whole Quackity taking Richas away and Cellbit traitor thing happened and he was there to cheer Forever up. These three things are *crucial* to understand Forever's character. And Philza night as well be the only one who was there to witness how all these situations actually impacted Forever- again, this isn't to say other characters don't know, understand or comprehend Forever, because other characters do, but Philza specifically stands out to me because he really was there for the initial things that ended up guiding Forever as a character.

[littleangeinmyhead]

i dont know why i thought that after this video people will finally listen to him

people are already taking things out of context (like that philza screen), and saying that they dont even care and could not be bothered because they made up their minds a long time ago

and that is the saddest thing i think? some people just hate him and thats it. and he raises some good points- how this affects his friends and family, how it caused distress to that one girl that was used as a prop by burner account, how easy it is nowadays to fabricate evidence (off topic, i wonder how ai would affect that)

and people still want to just hate for fun. i dont think i will ever understand that. when you have a reason, no matter if its true or not, well, at least you have a reason

but i see posts that are just pure vitriol and that, that is wierd

[itslouisan]

Philza specific Headcannons: Philza Minecraft timeline.

Heyo Tumblr, back with my third post on C!Phil, this time I'll elaborate on my takes on some of my timelines for Philza since it's complex and full of detail I could analysis, MAYBE I'll separate this all in 2 posts: pre-DSMP and AFTER-DSMP, well let's go!

timeline for c!philza:

(nothing official, this is MY interpretation on his events and lore connecting and stitching everything together)

The beginning:

Okay this starts with the icarus animatic made OFFICIALLY for his lore by Maepletea

In this we can agree Philza was originally a human, however, in my interpretation, Phil always had a connection to crows, living in an isolated shack (which makes me believe he was always a isolated and introverted person wanting to stay away from any trouble and people), his obsession for flying, possibly in my view seeing he understood the crows just like they got him. Worth noting in the end of the animatic he was saved by Mumza and implied perhaps SHE granted his wings and avian side and supposed immortality, so you can say from HERE Phil is the one avian old man we know and love, before being just a plain human with nothing special or perhaps affinity with paranormal, crows, death and deities. Being alone but FEELING/SEEING something else and knowing the existence of something more such as The End (which would explain why Enderking has a liking to him, he is more than any other avian or human, he can see, understand and be in a equal foot with the deities having their favor).

Hardcore season 2:

Okay, let's start with season 2 since I think season 1 has no lore or hints we could use to this analysis, in season 2 we are introduced to the deities, but the most important is Rose and Enderking since they will be REALLY important to future events.

In here Phil is ALREADY an avian, we can see he can ALREADY interact with the deities and probably is already recognized as The Angel of Death, meaning in here in the middle of the season perhaps he got together with Kristin as a representant/warrior for her or Soul reaper, I think they'd only be together in season 4 (due to irl events where if I'm certain Phil married Kristin in 2020/2021, since it's CREEPY to assume when they started dating let's say mid season 2 they start to date AS CHARACTERS)

And before we finish for season 2 for now, we should mention Ender King was already attacking the overworld and nether in season 2, perhaps here being when Philza first made contact with him ON A NEGATIVE WAY, the end of season 2 I interpret death as Phil SMALL PIECE of his Soul being killed but Kristin helps him again to stay alive with immortality, but before that he stayed in a species of dream before recover which is

Season 3: the dream

The beach episode of Philza Minecraft, just a dream in transition from season 2 to 4

Season 4: the current moment

Okay I'll talk about EarthSMP and Origins in another post, what I need to focus is on QSMP and DSMP for this part

In here, the conflict between the deities rose, Enderking finally making a war against all others, resulting in Endlantis, we have flowerfall as well in a conflict between Ocean overlordand Enderking and the Nethervoid in conflict between Blaze empress and Enderking, what does Phil have to do with it? In one way or another, Phil sided and made allies with the deities, which would save his life later on, but also, this could be the moment the Enderking noticed how STRONG Phil can truly be and how he could make a good vessel because Phil even if slightly is a greedy person.

In here we also have Philza marriage to Mumza, and we could say it was in here that he adopted Techno, C!Wilbur and Tommy, next is a bit of a personal interpretation and hc, but Phil adopted Techno in the beginning of season 4 in the nether preparing for going to the end, C!Wilbur is the biological child between him and Mumza (proven with DSMP) and Tommy was adopted pre-pogtopia on the DSMP.

This shows the beginning of the SBI truly but also conforming:

• Techno is the oldest kid and probably the one most loyal to Phil due to seeing all Phil's struggles plus a "favorite"' due to Techno loyalty and never letting Phil down and vice-versa

• Wilbur is the middle kid, which only had a stronger bond with Tommy, wasn't THAT loyal to Phil but still got his approval and protection

• Tommy is just the youngest and lost kid, Phil probably loving him just as much, but not accepting Tommy actions towards them, especially Techno, and for being young and naive, Phil wouldn't hold back to correct Tommy, no matter how Tommy interpreted it.

We can also finish this section by saying in all this, this was the moment Philza perfected his war skills he'd use later on in his life, all thanks to seasons 2 and 4

Also worth noting QSMP is a Philza dream, but Q!Phil, C!Phil and Hardcore!Phil are all the same people, you could say only QSMP is a dream and DSMP was real, but that would mess stuff too much, for this analysis and finishing this post for now, let's divide this into 2 timelines, the REAL world timeline and the Dream world/alternative Philza timelines which could be real but only in a different universe, which leaves us with this order:

Real world: hardcore --> EarthSMP --> DSMP

Dream world/alternative universes: real world timeline then we mix and it --> OriginsSMP --> QSMP

Or, we could separate origins as something else entirely and make:

Dsmp --> QSMP

But FOR NOW, this is part 1 of my Philza timeline... WHICH IS A MESS BUT OH WELL

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐳𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐮𝐦𝐳𝐚'𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none

↳ song: home—edith whiskers

masterlist!

• The crows had found you tangled up in a snare one day, tiny wings bent at an unnatural angle and angry tears threatening to fall

• The trap had probably been made to catch a rabbit or squirrel by a nearby villager and instead managed to ensnare you

• The murder of crows wasted no time in flying back home, completely abandoning their little flying session to rush back to their father—immediately begining to peck at him anxiously as soon as they had landed

• Phil, being a smart fellow, knew something was wrong. It wasn't like he could understand his feathered friends beyond a few squaks though, so he had to resort to flying after them as they led him back to the forest you were currently hanging upside down in

• He really needed to stop adopting kids this way

• You were promptly untangled and flown back home, Phil's crows tailing along the entire way

• A bowl of soup and a side of bread was fixed for you, Phil mumbling to himself all the while, occasionally stopping to check and make sure you were doing alright

• "Erm, everything fine there mate? Soup's not too hot?" He'd laughed somewhat awkwardly, really wishing that Kristen had been home today to help him. She had always been better with nursing wounds than he had.

• "It's fine mister. Thank you." You responded, reminding Phil that he hadn't told you his name yet.

• "My names Philza by the way." He cleared his throat. "But you can call me Phil. Everyone does."

• You paused

• "Okay Phil. Thank you."

• From there on, you never really left

• As soon as Mumza had gotten back from her small little business trip, it was all but decided by her then and there that they were keeping you

• Phil had no problem with it what so ever. He had grown rather fond of you, and so had the crows. Not like he could say no to his wife anyway. He loved her too much

• The following months were used building a relationship with you and healing your wings—the origin of your hybrid unknown to the two adults

• Mumza taught you how to cook specific dishes and knit, as well as how to fly safely when your wings finally healed

• Phil took to teaching you how to build all kinds of things. Ranging from little stick huts made of popsicle sticks to bonfires—the latter of which you all would sit around and roast marshmallows with on a good day

• It was a peaceful life with good people. And you wouldn't change that for the world

[the-final-sif]

Thinking about c!Drunz in the convict childcare au again.

Because like, from c!Punz's perspective everything goes terrible. He was waiting for c!Dream to get out of the prison, and they had a plan, and then all of the sudden, c!Ranboo is dead and Dream is gone and he doesn't know what to do anymore.

What's worse is Punz knows that Dream isn't dead. If Dream was dead, this would be easy. Punz could bring him back, and then they'd go get their revenge! Dream being dead would be preferable to this.

The rest of the server (minus the syndicate and Badlands) is convinced that Dream has somehow taken Sam hostage, but Punz knows that can't be true, because Dream would've told him. So Punz is uniquely aware that Dream is absolutely alive and that Sam is keeping him hostage in secret for an unknown reason.

Punz doesn't know what's happened to Dream, and he's worried about the worst. He's searching obsessively but it's really hard given that he's still pretending to not be on Dream's side. So he's also trying to throw Quackity's group off the scent and trying to decide if he can trust the Syndicate or not.

In the end, the Syndicate finds Dream first. They don't tell anyone. Punz finds out after the rest of the server manages to catch up and find where Dream escaped from. And then Punz has to wait again. Because he can't going after the syndicate. He just has to hope that Techno will honor the favor in a meaningful way. He's stuck fearing the worst.

Eventually, Dream's awake and aware enough to get a message across. He's able to sweet talk one of Philza's crows into bringing Punz a short letter,

'alive, with syndicate, can't come meet up yet'

That's all it says, but Punz ends up sobbing in something between relief and exhaustion. The crow sticks around, a bit put off by the reaction to it's letter, but also feeling kinda nosy and wanting a response to carry back (and some peanuts. Dream promised Punz had peanuts and would share >:[ where are the peanuts Punz). Punz needs a hot minute to recover, but eventually manages to scrawl back a quick 'okay' and then find some treats to repay the bird for carrying the message.

It takes time before the two of them can meet up. Messages are dangerous, so they speak in vague terms. Punz knows Dream is injured, but there's something else keeping him with the Syndicate. Punz is wracking his brain trying to figure out what it could be. Is it Ranboo? Does Techno want Ranboo revived before he'll let Dream leave? Punz doesn't like to think that Techno would hold Dream hostage like that, but people change in grief.

When Punz can finally go see Dream, he travels light but he carries an End Chest with full equipment for both of them. His shulker is stacked with potions. He's ready for the worst.

In a sense, he finds it. Even with all the time to heal, Dream has obviously been tortured. Scars litter his body, and his hands shake. He struggles to stand on his own, and he's only just barely started putting on weight. Dream's been getting help, Punz can see that much. It's enough that he doesn't draw a sword against Techno. But it's still hard to see.

On some level, Punz was ready for that. The sight hits him full force, but he was ready for that.

He wasn't ready for the little scarred piglin toddler curled up next to Dream on the couch. Eyeing him with great suspicion.

Punz is cautious as he's introduced to Michael and Dream gives him a simplified explanation of what happened. From how the toddler is staying very firmly pressed up against Dream, one little hand clutched on his shirt, it's pretty obvious what's keeping Dream here. This is a harder problem to resolve.

Still, Punz makes the most of it. Once he's got an understand of the situation he gives Michael a grin and offers to tell him stories about Dream from when they were kids. Dream groans, but he's got a smile under there, and Michael is delighted to learn Caretaker Secrets (Techno won't admit to it, but he was 100% eavesdropping to also get the Dream Secrets).

[factorialsotherfandoms]

Look last night was amazing and funny and sweet but I'm an angst writer at heart so please take this offering

TW: vomitting, talk of food scarcity, ect

Missa wakes, and the bed is emptier than it should be. Tallulah has snuggled into his back and Chayanne has pressed into his front, and having both children cling to him makes his missing husband only the more obvious.

"Philza?" he calls, half-asleep, already getting up. "Philza, where are you?"

His ears input seconds later, and he pieces it together; careful of his children Missa stumbles out of bed, and finds one of their new lamps. He flicks it on, and now with some light he looks finally around.

And there is Philza, bent double over their small toilet and heaving into the bowl.

"Philza!" Missa is much louder this time.

He drops to his knees at Philza's side, patting his back as he looks around anything to help. His husband is trembling beneath his touch, and he's so, so scared...

"Mr Guard!" he calls, trying to get attention. "Please! Me Guard!"

A guard near the staircase looks lazily over.

"My husband's sick!" Missa nearly cries as he calls it. "Please - help?"

The guard shrugs, and turns back to the book he was reading.

Missa shrieks, and he can hear someone grumble half-asleep, telling him to shut up. Beneath his hands Philza shudders slightly, fingers trembling on the rim of the toilet, but he pushes himself back up, and leans against Missa's side.

"I'm alright," he whispers, and Missa doesn't for a minute believe him. "Sorry for scaring you, Missa; just go back to bed."

"Do you need something?" Missa ignores what he says, words quick as he worries - as he panics. "Water! I have a bottle I can get you water. Just sit there!"

It's a bit awkward to reach up to the sink and fill the bottle - once full of coffee - without dropping Philza. Missa manages it, though, and helps him to sip at it.

Philza drinks slowly, but he keeps the water down, and Missa allows his panicking heart to slow a little.

"What's wrong?" Missa asks, a little quieter now. "You're not- you're not dying, are you?"

"Just ate some bad food," Philza promises, reaching shakily up to brush at Missa's tears. "I'll be okay, mate, shhh, you don't need to worry."

Missa blinks harder, tries - fails - to stop crying.

"What do you mean the food is bad?" Missa thinks of everything in his bag. "I- You could ask me! You give me so much, I could have given you some."

Philza shakes his head, "no, before that. Before you woke up... Yesterday they didn't give us enough. Sent us into a dungeon, and I ran out, and... Well, the zombies have flesh, you know? It was all I had, so..."

"It's still hurting you tonight?" Missa frowns. "That's very sick."

"This morning, before you woke up - before breakfast they had us clean. I still didn't have any food left, and I'd thrown everything up last night, and I was fighting and the flies... Well you know the maggots we spent on the furniture...?"

Missa hates where this is going, and hugs his husband much, much tighter.

"The guard gave me more, because I'd had to eat them to make it to breakfast," Philza whispers. "If we hadn't been fighting I'd have managed, but..."

"Oh Philza..." Missa rubs Philza's sides, and thinks in horror. Since he's woken up there's always been food - an excess of it even.

"It's fine," Philza says, and it's not. "Better I eat the crap than the kids, right?"

He says it with half a laugh, and Missa - Missa /hates/ it.

He understand, he gets it, he's eaten maggots and zombie flesh and worse when he's had to, but he hates it in a way he didn't know he could hate. The prison clearly has plenty of food, so why...?

"I hoarded so much, and it still wasn't enough," Philza laughs again, and it is bitter this time. "I just... I hope tomorrow they give us enough from the start. Don't wanna try getting out of here on just maggots, you know?"

And Missa thinks of how Philza threw food at not just the children but also him as soon as they saw each other, how despite all this he was fed without a second thought; he scoops up his husband, and holds him close, and asks "bed?"

Philza looks with exhausted eyes between the bed and the toilet, "it's... probably better I stay here. If last night was anything to go by, anyway."

"I'll stay too."

It isn't even a question; prison had not been so hard on Missa, but clearly it has been on his husband.

"Mate..."

Before he can be told to get some sleep, Missa kisses Philza's forehead.

Philza sighs.

Missa hugs him.

They manage a couple of minutes of sleepy, quiet peace before Philza is reaching for the toilet again, and all Missa can do is be beside him as he suffers.

[mcytshippystuff]

Do you have more on Missa and Forever's relationship? What caused them to chill with each other?

(as always, /rp, not irl) Also go here for more hcs on Missa, Phil, and Forever's relationship this ask is referencing!

Honestly? It mostly has to do with q!Missa surprisingly enough.

Here's the thing, q!Missa doesn't really know q!Forever, like at all. Their first meeting was Forever basically claiming he was gonna steal q!Philza, his husband and secret crush, away from him. Which Missa didn't take well understandably lol.

Everything else he knew about the man, in the brief break between reluctant trips, was from the other islanders and Phil, mostly when the winged man was especially annoyed or amused with the other blond. So that's to say Missa didn't like what he heard.

(More under the cut!)

"I'm gonna lock you in a cage until you love me" was not something Missa ever wanted to hear about anyone, let alone Phil. Fuck that Yandere-esk bullshit!

But when Missa finally asks about that, to his bafflement, Phil just laughs and looks amused. But he must of seen something in Missa's expression becuase he spoke. "Like he could," Phil snorted, confidence and amusement oozing from him, and yeah fair. "And its not like he means it."

That has Missa stopping short, blinking in surprise. Becuase there's trust and belief there, conviction. Philza 100% trust and believes in not only that fact, but he believes in, trust Forever too.

In fact, Phil never seems upset at any of the things Forever said like that, he only ever seemed upset at the fact that Forever claimed to love him at all, knowing Forever only loved him becuase of how he reminded him of his ex. A replacement.

Missa doesn't have much time to figure that out before he has to go again, but that's all he knows of Forever. Then months later he's home again and settling back in, Phil isn't angry or mad, just, welcome's him home and its great.

Then Forever comes by and shatters all of Missa's perceptions of Forever becuase he apologizes and says he's done pursuing Philza. And Missa believes it but what stops him short is the fact the blond looks so utterly heartbroken, but there's still a look of love there when he stares at Phil. And as time stretches a bit, and Missa comes know and interact with Forever a bit more, watch as Forever and Philza interact, well-

Missa thinks Philza might of been wrong.

He's not saying Forever hasn't messed up or said messed up things, he defiantly has and has hurt Phil, or that maybe Forever's infatuation really did start out as a replacement for his ex, but Missa realizes that Forever truly did love Philza for who he was, still does despite how he's trying to give Phil space. Just as Forever could see that Missa loved Phil too, hence why he felt so threatened by Missa in the first place over it.

And if anything, Missa understands being in love with Philza. So he cant blame the man, cant be mad at the fact Forever loves him too, if anything he respects that Forever recognized he was in the wrong and was trying to do right by it even if it means not getting Phil's love.

And even moreso Missa can understand not being able to stop loving Phil either, so if one day he see's Forever in the distance as they wander by, watching, pinning sadly, and he breaks off from Phil to offer him a olive branch, a drink, and a quiet conversation as they both watch the man they love leave, well, its nobodies business but their own. They dont discuses it, but they both know. Instead they share news and talk of their kids and a small kinda friendship builds on understanding of it.

And one day, Missa will tell quietly tell Phil that he thinks Phil might be wrong and that will be the cascading domino for both their relationships with Phil, believe it or not, but for now they just sit and chat.

[swords-of-a-soilder]

The Healing Process

Chapter 10

Child of the Sky

Philza the young crow-hybrid felding awoke at the sound of and all too familiar voice calling for him. He peered down from his treehouse to observed the Goddess, much taller and wiser than the felding. She look around as he called from his attention, noting his absence.

Philza ran down to the ramp with quiet feet as he sunk up on Rose, effectively scaring her in the process. She grasp her chest as she caught her breath, laughing off the scare.

Philz circle her as he ran back and forth cheering in excitement, "Mom's home, mom's home, mom's home!" He repeated as he ran around.

"Ok ok, I'm back." She mused. The Goddess was a thing of beauty; wearing a crown of roses over her head and a strawberry dress, she had skin like chocolate and a strawberry blonde hair, she stood out among all the flowers in the Garden.

"You took forever!" Phil complained, "you said two weeks you were gone all month!"

"I know I know, I'm so sorry." She began, she rest her hand on his shoulder then scoot down to meet his level, "Father underestimated how much there was do." She informed.

Phil's eyes feel half lid at that information, clearly not Impressed therefore Rose decide on changing the topic, hoping they would avoid dewling on her absence.

She ran her finger though his hair with a raised eyebrow, "your hair change." She noted

"Yeah... you don't mind do you?" Phil inquired "Uncle has been looking after me while you were gone, it wasn't really on purpose."

"Not at all, blonde is a much better look on you anyways." She dismissed as she messed up his hair then got back to her feet.

"Oh you made more crows." She noted observing the crows on the structure of the treehouse

Phil fixed his hair as he observe the birds along side her, "well yeah I was lonely." He explained. "And you took much longer than You said you would!"

"Honey I have nothing against you making birds, it's just..." Rose allowed a lone crow to perch on her finger. "How are you even making this many?"

"It's easy, see!" Phil pick up some of the loss feathers of the ground the clasp his hands as he breath deeply; his wings ruffled up on their own before he even open his hands to relieve a crow felding in his hand. "There's four thousand, two hundred and thirty..three." he informed

"Dear I don't think you should make a crow everytime you're lonely, that's a lot of responsibility!" Rose attempt to explain.

"You have a bunch of hummingbirds!" Phil debated

"Those hummingbirds are three generations down, They mostly reproduced on their own." Rose informed, she then watched as Phil shoulders drop in annoyance, he let his hand fall as the felding took flight.

Rose release a sigh before Turing his face to her, "Child of the sky all I ask is you don't create life soly to cope, I promise I'll do better to get her on time okay?"

Phil eventually nod his head solely, however his mood change quickly as recolliion flashed in this eyes. "We can go to the Garden, let's have a picnic!"

"Of course, let's stop by the market on the way." Rose suggested

"Why, we already have lots of veggies and meat!"

"Well we could use some bread and fruit!"

"We have fruits growing on the tree, and uncle made lots of bread!" Phil insisted, he observed the Goddess tilt her vision, seemlingly deep in thought. "If you're looking for Auntie Sandy, she already left. She went to a royal meeting."

"Ah..I'm that transparent, am I?" Rose began, "very well, let's go!"

The two soon sit on top a plaid blanket with the picnic basket in the center. Rose watch with a mix of emotions as Phil chewed his steak.

"I don't know how you can stand to eat those things." She finally spoke.

"Meat ...? It's good!" Phil debated

"That's your uncle blood line speaking, not mine!"

Phil started down at his plate in misery, he could understand why Rose was a herbivore, but he couldn't say he was the same.

He needed that extra protein he couldn't just not eat meat, seriously he tried. "It's not my fault I'm a omnivore.."

Rose expression soften at Phil statement, the possibility that she was being too cruel bare face in her head. She released a sigh as she prepared to back track, "Darling, what I meant was "

"Goddess of Life!" Before Rose could finish she was interupped by the Ocean lord, a normally livingly fellow with Sea form hair and emerald eyes, was in a much different mood as he approached them.

With focus on his face he would spear a quick soft glance at Phil before falling back into his serious behaviour. "Your presence is required by the high council." He informed

"Couldn't the high council spear me the mercy?" She began, "I have just returned, I've hardly gotten to spend time with my Felding."

The Ocean Lord bow in a gesture of apology, "Forgive me my Highness, but your long absence makes your attendance all the more important."

Rose released a second sigh, before standing to her feet, she lightly dust her clothes before turning her attention to Phil, "apologizes my child, I won't be long, please stay in your domain."

"What, but you just got back!?" Phil insisted

"I know, and I am so sorry, I promise I will be back before you kno-"

"Why can't I come, I'm a god too!" Phil interupped

"No way little man, the council considers thou an abomination. They've been wanting to be rid of you for years, don't give them the opportunity."

"You don't think there's a better way you could say such?" Rose pleaded

"Ah yes, sorry my highness!"

"And stop calling me that, you know my name!"

"It's disrespectful, my father would strike me down if he hard me call thou Rose, Oh No I've said it!" He exclaimed as he covered his mouth.

Rose rolled her eyes at the information, "You now better than this Perseus, your father isn't as cruel as mine." Rose defended, she turn her attention back to Phil, "I'll be back soon, promise me you'll stay in your domain."

Phil started at the ground before sighing in defeat, "..okay.." he accepted.

Rose dismiss him with a pat on the head , then turned away to attend the meeting. Philza would soon miserable return to his domain, where he sat angrily in his tree house, many crows surround him.

The crows would jump from shoulder to shoulder or simply danced around him, insistant on putting the young God in a better mood, they were failing miserably.

"This isn't fair, she just got back!" He debated, "besides I should be involved in the meeting, I'm a god too!"

The crows shukled in annoyance, unsure how to improve his mood, Phil rolled his eyes at the notion. "Maybe I should just go, I have all right, I'm on of them!"

The crows quicky flock around him, vocalizing their disapproval but Phil seemed unbrotherd as he pushed himself upwards and made his way to exit his domain.

The crows would block the exit hopping to stop him, but we're only pushed out the way. "No, if you come I'll be caught!" He warned as he exit.

The crows seemed unsettled by this and thus followed from a distance. Phil would soon enter the passage of the gods, marble floors, vendors selling treats, colorfully banners and all stores of unworldly beings wondering around.

Men with lone necks, sheep with connecting horns being drag by massive woman with starslight eyes. It was a place that would make an unfamiliar being terrified.

Soon enough he'd come across the main hall, where he sneaked in so he could evesdrop on the meeting. He would hide at the entrance, listening to the statements made.

"Now Goddess surely you understand our concern." The host of the meeting, He Began.

He was a darker man, he body engulfed in flames, with patches of orange all over his skin, his eyes stared through the darkness of his way.

"My concern is that you're wrongfully accusing him of action he did not commit. " Rose debated

"No such thing!" She interrupted. "Your bother is the only one with the abilities to steal domains.

She was only slightly different to He, as she had many shields orbiting her. In addition to this, the flames that surrounded her was a much brighter Red.

"Oh I'm not sure of that."Rose began, "I could think of a few others who could."

"Becareful of your tongue!" Him interupped "don't fall to your brothers level, when our entire universe could fall apart!"

"Don't be ridiculous, there's no wa-" Rose cut herself off as she noticed the ground shaking everyone quickly noticed this as well.

Soon enough the celling started to crack, pillers fall to the ground, one of which almost knock Rose down. Philza in a panick ran out to her, however the floor beneath him spilt in uneven halves ristircing his ability to go further.

"Child!" He yelled, "your neglect to your domain has doomed us All!"

Phil continued to call for his mother, only to be met with with more chaos as more and more piller fall to the ground. The crows soon flew down, attempting to drag him away.

They attempts would go poorly as Phil refused to leave. "Philza!" He heard Rose call, as she finally came closer. "My hand, grab my hand!" She plead as she offer her hand to him.

Phil immediately reached his hand out, unfortunately the floor broke apart under his feet causing him to fall to his death.

Philza finally awoke In his current state, pulling himself out the water with his death grip on Forever's arms. immediately he buried his face on Forever's chest, snobbing as he proceed the reality.

Forever would do his best to offer comfort, stroking his back as he pulled his closer, Philza would melt into the touch.

[issybettyx]

TECHNOBLADE MAFIA BOSS AU

Did i say this was coming yesterday? Yes. Do i care? Not really, deal with it >:)

Tldr; Techno’s a feared mafia boss that even the government and police actively decide not to try intervene with, associates of his group (The Syndicate) being The Antarctic Empire (led by Philza), and L’Manberg (led by Wilbur Soot). No one interferes with any of them because of their relations to The Syndicate.

Everyone except a powered vigilante dubbed ‘Theseus’, better known as Tommy Innit, who people decide is either stupid or stronger than he looks. Little do they know, it’s a little bit of both.

Family ensues

Tw: cult (they call it a gang because they don’t know any better), mafia, weapons, manipulation, murder mention

Long one today boys, enjoy :D (i spent like three hours writing this it was so fun)

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The first time Techno had heard the name ‘The Blood God’, he’d laughed so hard it was heard three levels below. It was spoken in such a shaky voice, sobs overtaking their body as they begged for forgiveness.

“Please, I have family, I never wanted to hurt any of your people, I promise.” They plead, and something about the way their hands shook and their head stayed bowed down told him they were scared. But he stayed deadly silent, keeping his eyes trained on them as they shook even more. “I’m sorry Blood God, I beg, I just-“

“What did you just call me?” He asked quickly, voice a little too quiet with shock, and they finally looked up, meeting his red eyes gaze for less than a second before looking away, taking a few steadying breaths.

“The Blood God, sir, that’s what they call you.”

Techno showed no emotion on his face for a solid five seconds, before he burst into laughter, wiping away the tears in his eyes as the victim stared up with wide eyes, not entirely sure what to do with themselves.

After a good two minutes of laughing, Techno managed out an order to kill them, and sent them off as he snickered.

Wilbur had understood him, sitting at their next meeting as he howled beside him. Phil didn’t quite understand the sentiment, finding it a little horrifying that the man had earned such a title, but laughed quietly along anyways. It’s not like he could say much, knowing he was nicknamed the ‘Angel of Death’, not that the other two would ever find out anyways.

The next time he’d heard the nickname, it was with more bitter context. He was on his way to do his shopping for the week, humming a tune as he flicked a penny in between his fingers. It so happened that when he walked past two teenagers on the side of the road, they were talking about him, not even noticing his presence as they snickered to themselves.

“I could take The Blood God, the police are such pussies, he’d be so easy.” The other nodded in agreement.

And maybe the first kid had collapsed as he rounded the corner, pretending not to hear pained screams from his friends as they called for help, humming a tune with a smile.

And from then on, most people didn’t know him as ‘Technoblade’, but rather ‘The Blood God’, and he found he wasn’t completely against it.

The Syndicate operated as always, but simply addressed him differently.

“Blood God, would you like us to add a Starbucks to floor 3?” He’d thought the idea was fantastic, coffee was extremely important for a working man.

“Blood God, what are your thoughts on hiring younger recruits?” No younger than 16, kids deserved to live happy lives before going into the world of crime.

“Blood God, why does Wilbur’s face look so funny?” It always had, most people were simply too afraid to admit it.

“Blood God, there’s this vigilante in the city, should we add him to the radar?” No it’s probably fine, vigilantes were as much as a threat to him as ants.

“Blood God, the same vigilante from a few weeks ago just took down Las Nevadas by himself, are you sure he’s not a threat?” Las Nevadas wasn’t built to survive, but to look pretty, anyone could take them down if they had the willpower to.

“Blood God, Philza’s defences were taken down last night by that vigilante.” Techno paused, staring at his employee - and maybe, possibly friend - Ranboo with his eyebrow raised.

“That same one you first told me about two months ago?” He asked cautiously, watching for any sign of amusement in the person’s heterochromatic eyes, but there was none.

“Yes Blood God.”

“Just call me Techno, that name is getting old.” Techno sighed out, pinching the bridge of his nose as Ranboo sighed. “What’s his name?”

“Theseus.”

He paused again, thinking it over.

Theseus was a Greek Legend. The story of Theseus was mainly about how he’d defeated the Minotaur. For years, the Minotaur had demanded seven kids and seven women every year, and no one was able to get through the maze and slay this beast.

That was until Theseus came along, and with the help of Ariadne (who gave him a ball of thread so he could find his way back out of the maze) was able to slay the Minotaur, and he became an Athenian hero.

However, Theseus was exiled, and found himself at an island named ‘Skyros’, where a man named Lycomedes threw him off the cliff, and he fell to his death.

The story of Theseus is tragic, and yet he showed strength when no one else could, he defeated the un-defeatable and saved Athens.

Everything about this vigilante, how he took down Las Nevadas single handedly, how he destroyed Philza’s defences (of which are some of the best in the country, despite his own), how his name perfectly correlated with the story of taking down something so massively feared by many.

Maybe it scared Techno a little.

And Techno was never scared.

“What’s his ability?” He asked, spinning in his chair as he chewed his nails, Ranboo looking unsure as they looked at the tablet in his hands.

“No one really knows, people only have theories.” Ranboo tried, but Techno’s silence was enough for him to continue. “Some people believe he can manipulate opinions, they say he can make them think he’s trust worthy and lure them into his trap.” Techno had never heard of anything like that before, but only furrowed his brows. “Some people think he can speak to people in their heads, convince them to turn themselves into the police.”

“So it’s some kind of controlling ability?” Techno asked cautiously, and Ranboo nodded, because what else could it possibly be? “Do we know why he broke down Philza’s defences?”

At this, Ranboo smiled, typing into their tablet before hopping to stand next to the boss, pressing play on the video and turning it to him.

There stood a kid, his face covered by a red mask shaped to cover his mouth, his hair covering the upper half of his face; blue eyes could be seen through the golden blonde, shimmering with a horrible amount of determination. His suit was red, that much was clear by the pant legs and red boots, but he wore a red hoodie over the top of the suit.

To the outside eye, he seemed harmless, almost as if he was asking someone to shoot him in the chest. However, the kid having been powerful to destroy a nation, Technoblade knew better.

He’d been underestimated once, and he wasn’t keen on following in the footsteps of those who doubted him in the first place.

“Why are you doing all of this, Theseus?” A reporter asked, holding out the mic to the vigilante who coughed almost as if to catch everyone’s attention.

“This country has been under The Syndicate’s control for too long, the FBI have given up taken them down, so I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands.” He explained, a grin clearly planted on his face despite the mask covering his mouth.

“What makes you think you can take them down when others couldn’t?” She asked, and Theseus scoffed, rolling his eyes under his mess of hair.

“Because, Linda-“

“My name isn’t-“

“I have something they don’t.” The vigilante stared directly into the camera, making eye contact with Techno. A part of him knew it was directed at him, another part wished it wasn’t. “I have something to prove.”

Techno held down his grimace.

It was all too familiar.

The video ended, and Ranboo pulled his tablet to his chest, a steady smile on their face as they studied Techno’s expression, of which the latter kept perfectly apathetic.

“Wishing he was on your radar when I first suggested it?” Ranboo teased, Techno finally groaning as he rolled his eyes, turning in his chair to look at the picture frame behind him. Some said it was stupid to find comfort in something so insignificant, some being his parents and the people from his gang when he was only eleven.

The picture was of him, Phil and Wilbur. Techno was hunched over, a controller in hand with his tongue stuck out. Wilbur’s face looked a lot more upset, brows furrowed as he glared at the screen Techno knew was there despite it not being in frame. Phil’s face was closest to the camera, a wide grin on his face as he took a selfie of them all.

So yeah, maybe he did keep a picture of his family in his office as a constant reminder to do what was best, who was anyone to judge?

“If Theseus has gone after Philza, he’s bound to go for L’Manberg next, correct?”

“Unless he’s stupid enough to approach The Syndicate, yes, however we aren’t sure when he’s planning to do so.” Ranboo returned, moving his tablet into only their right hand and holding it beside his leg. “The dude has no documents of anything, it’s almost as if he’s acting impulsively.” Techno frowned, mainly from the unsureness that came with impulsivity. Either it was someone’s downfall, or their greatest strength. For Techno, it had been both.

“Is he working alone?” Techno asked, leaning back and looking at the roof, hoping it would hold the answer to all his problems.

“Most people believe so, but we’ve got camera footage of some kind of earpiece being attached to his right ear.” He’s right-handed, he’s not working alone, he’s impulsive, no one knows his ability, he’s powerful. Yeah this wasn’t sounding great. “Would you like me to schedule a meeting with Philza and Wilbur?”

Techno could only manage a nod, pressing two fingers to his temples in an attempt to loosen in the incoming headache. Work wasn’t meant to be this difficult.

“Meeting is at 11pm tonight at The Syndicate’s main meeting room, they’ve both been notified.” Ranboo informed, and Techno managed a smile.

“Thanks Ran, can you send in the next deviant?” He asked, receiving a hum in return. But when Techno eventually opened his eyes, the other was still stood there, an unsure look on their face.

“Don’t stress too much over this, if worse comes to worse you need to be calm to do your best, alright?” Ranboo said eventually, and Techno couldn’t help the warm smile on his face, eyes softening at the person in front of him.

“I’ll try my best.” And with a nod and a reassuring smile, Ranboo left the room.

—

“So, let me get this straight.” Wilbur started, hands clasped in front of him. “A vigilante who first appeared three months ago, who took down Las Nevadas a month ago, has only just been noticed?” Wilbur asked, and Techno groaned.

“Yes, Wil! What’s so hard to understand?”

“Why wasn’t this kid on your radar before he took down Phil’s guards and his fucking lazars!” Wilbur yelled, and Phil winced slightly. “How did he even manage to take down those lazars?! Aren’t they deeply encrypted with code to make sure they can’t be turned off by outside sources?”

“That’s why I’m so concerned, Wil.” Phil managed out, somehow managing to have a smile on his face despite the terrible situation they’ve found themselves in. “He wasn’t on Techno’s radar because no one has ever been this big of a threat before, we didn’t expect a vigilante of all people to be able to do such things.”

“What’s this kid’s power anyway?” Wilbur spat, and Phil and Techno shared a knowing glance. “Oh my god, you don’t know.”

“Well, we know he can make people do certain things, like mind control but also… not.” Techno drifted off, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Apparently some of my people even saw him drive a car that didn’t have a wheel.” Phil explained, and that only puzzles them more. “So unless the car somehow had a form of autopilot, I think we have some strange ass power on our hands.”

“Not stranger than Wilbur’s.” Techno scoffed, and the man immediately started to defend himself, Phil hiding his laughs behind his hand.

Techno had never had a true family.

His parents never paid enough attention to him, they taught him to be emotionless and silent whenever guests were around, they taught him that learning a musical instrument was a waste of time and his time would be better spent studying. And then, aged 11 he joined a gang who named themselves ‘The Blades’.

That’s where he had gotten his name, ‘Technoblade’.

The names of his associates were long gone with the hazy memories, but he did remember one person teaching him how to accurately hold a gun, another teaching him not to shake whilst doing so.

One person had spent days going over Greek Mythology with him, making sure he knew every fact and every retelling.

Another had taught him that family should be left behind, family meant weakness and weakness meant death.

Aged 15, Techno realised that maybe they were wrong. Maybe he was capable of more than what The Blades had to offer. And that’s how The Syndicate was born.

When Techno was 17, he met Phil through official business, and the man had been shocked at how young he was. Phil was the first person to show that he cared, and it was because he was concerned that Techno was throwing himself into the business too soon. When he’d found out just how young Techno was thrown into it, the man had cried.

The Great Philza, a man who’d seen empires fall and strong men weep.

Philza had cried in front of him, purely because of Techno’s life.

And then, it was on Techno’s 19th birthday that he’d met Wilbur. It was at the latter’s 19th birthday party, at the dawn of L’Manberg when the group itself was only small. Wilbur had been shocked at first that they were born on the same day, but by the end of the night had his arm slung over Techno’s arm as he called them twins (Techno didn’t stop him, sipping Pepsi max through a straw. His indifference definitely wasn’t because of the warmth forming in his chest at the idea of having a brother.)

And that was how the Sleepy Boys Incorporated began.

Except it was a little more illegal than an incorporation, but who was going to tell them to change the name?

Plus, it’s not like the public knew their alliance was called that, more-so they knew it as the ‘SBI’, admittedly a lot more terrifying than what it stood for.

The SBI were rumoured to be family, some even said by blood. Techno wished that was true, that Phil was truly his Dad and that Wilbur wasn’t just his twin by coincidence. However, that didn’t take away from how he truly saw them.

Blood or not, they were his family. And Phil had taught him a valuable lesson once, and that was that family always stick together, and they protect each-other no matter the cost.

No matter how large Theseus’ determination was to take The Syndicate, and the SBI, down, Techno knew his will to keep his family safe was stronger.

No Theseus was going to kill him, no matter how much effort it took.

—

As it turned out, Theseus was stupid.

“Unless he’s stupid enough”, Ranboo had said, “He won’t come for The Syndicate” they said.

Techno was enjoying a moment of silence with his caramel macchiato when he got a notification from the entrance security cameras, and immediately checked them. The sight that met him was Theseus, eyes creased as if he was smiling, giving the guards a short wave.

“Go away kid, vigilantes aren’t welcome unless affiliated with The Blood God himself.” One of them, Hannah was her name, told him, her eyes sharp with something fierce that usually put people off. But Theseus just hummed, looking around them for a moment before moving his hands behind his back. If it wasn’t for the camera angle, Techno would’ve missed it.

The kid’s hands moved in such an elegant, calculated way, and as he did so that fierce look in Hannah’s eyes changed to something warm and almost endeared. “I think that The Blood God has made an exception for me, didn’t he tell you to let me in?”

The other guard must’ve noticed something was off, glaring at Theseus as he spoke. “What did you do to her?” Puffy spat, hands curling tighter around her sword as she held it up to Theseus’ neck. Surprisingly, Theseus simply smiled again, using his other hand and copying the same elegant movements as before.

“The Blood God ordered you to spar, and ordered that I meet with him, he told you this.”

And it was like a switch was flipped.

They both simultaneously smiled, moving to the side and motioning to the doorway. “Well,” Hannah started, chuckling to herself, “Who are we to disobey the boss’ orders?”

“Well, who knew the Technoblade hired such sweethearts.”

Hannah continued to smile, but Puffy’s smile turned back into that sharp powerful thing it usually was, bringing her sword down onto Theseus’ back without giving him a moment to block, yelping as he fell to the ground.

Kid. Fully dependant on ability. Overestimates his ability. Underestimates members of The Syndicate. Didn’t go for L’Manberg. Didn’t invade The Antarctic Empire after taking down their defences. Had head guard Puffy in a headlock-

Wait what?

“Ranboo.” Techno called, the person immediately appearing in front of him with a hum. “Teleport me to the front gates.”

Without a second question, Ranboo sent a puff of particles to Techno’s chest, and after a moment of pure terror, Techno appeared in front of Theseus, his own sword flicking beside him.

“Nice to meet you too.” Techno welcomed, the kid’s head shooting up immediately, a grin gracing his face as he held Puffy tight. Hannah still seemed to be in a trance.

“Ah, Technoblade.” No one calls him Technoblade but his family and his mortal enemies, but Theseus definitely wasn’t family. “Was expecting you to show up some time soon.”

“Please let my guard out of your grasp before I make you.” Techno commanded, and despite his kind words the tone it was spoken with was nothing but deadly.

It seemed Theseus heard the threat, releasing his arms and holding them by his head, keeping that same wicked grin on his face as Puffy huffed out as she hit the floor.

“Take Hannah out of that trance.”

Theseus clicked his fingers, and Hannah blinked, looking back with confusion. “What the-“

“Take me inside your institution, Blood God.” Theseus demanded, and Techno could only frown, raising an eyebrow at the other. “Let me see what I’m up against.”

“I mean, I was planning to invite you inside for a friendly cup of Starbucks coffee, but it’s quite rude to demand entrance in a place where you’re not welcome.” Techno spat back, and Theseus continued to smile.

“And what made me, of all people, exiled from The Syndicate?” Theseus asked, his amused tone only making that fire inside Techno grow. Oh how he wanted to slit this vigilante’s throat, but he wasn’t taught patience for nothing. But his patience was running incredibly thin.

“You messed with my family.” Finally, finally, Theseus faltered, and Techno took this moment of weakness to let the kid’s blood thrum under his own veins, tugging it towards him. “And people who mess with my family, mess with me, but you knew that didn’t you?”

“I knew Philza was part of the SBI alliance,” Theseus admitted, a dark glint to his eye that was much different to the amusement it once held. “But your family? If I knew he was family I would never had messed with him.”

Techno scoffed. “Please, I don’t believe that for a second.” He scowled as he rolled his eyes. “Ranboo.”

“Yes Techno?” Theseus’ eyes went wide as he looked at Ranboo.

“Take us to my office, please.” He asked with a small smile towards the man, and they were off in a puff of particles.

—

Being in an office alone with Theseus was unbearable. He’d taken the first chance to handcuff the kid to the chair across from his desk, but he didn’t stop talking.

“So one day, like, I woke up with this epiphany that I could be so poggers and just be epic.” He chattered on, and Techno was hardly listening as he messaged several help calls to the SBI group chat - they were mafia bosses, not weirdos, they have a group chat - who laughed but promised they were on their way.

“So is Wilbur Soot, like, your brother or something?” Theseus asked, spinning mindlessly as Techno hummed.

“Twin.”

“That’s poggers.”

“What does that even mean?”

Theseus said a lot of strange things in the time it took for Phil and Wilbur to arrive.

Something something kill something something control something something boring something something The Blades-

“The Blades?” Techno asked, his curiosity showing before he could mask it, and Theseus paused, giving him a strange look before slowly nodding.

“They found me when I was 9, taught me everything I know, and most specifically that you’re a massive dick!” Tommy expressed, and Techno simply stared, pinching his noses and rubbing his eyes.

Well that explained a lot.

“What did they tell you, Theseus?” Techno pressed, hearing a knock on the door that neither of them paid attention to.

“That you’re a traitor, that you abandoned them for your own selfishness- hell, you went against every rule they teach you in there!”

The knock came again. No one commented.

“I did what was best for me! What they teach is all a calculated lie, and you know it.”

“Techno?” Wilbur’s voice called from outside. No one opened the door for him.

“The Blades teach you how to control your abilities, you took their teachings and created a brutal empire with zero credit.”

“Credit? They want credit? They did nothing good for me, and I’m sure they never did anything good for you-“

“They saved me.”

“No, they saw a powerful ability and wanted it for themselves, you’re just a kid.”

The door was slammed open, and Philza stood on the other side, his dark black wings having been retracted likely for intimidation purposes. The man’s eyebrow was raised, blue eyes shimmering dangerous as they flickered between the two sat at the desk.

“I sure hope you’re insured on this building, Technoblade.” Philza scoffed, smiling before relaxing at the sight of the handcuffs, tugging Wilbur in by his upper arm. “Who’s this fantastic guest we have here?” He asked, but a type of anger coated his words that made Theseus sink in a little on himself, before immediately righting himself, likely smiling with pride.

“Theseus, pleased to meet your acquaintance Philza.” Theseus introduced, going to offer his hand before frowning, tugging at the cuffs before groaning. Philza smiled at this, Wilbur huffed at the kid’s annoyance. Techno saw through the facade.

“Phil, do you have any way to restrain his fingers, I have no doubt he can break out of these things if he tried.” There was a warning written between his words, as he stared at Theseus sat in front of him. A warning that said ‘if you even try I will make sure you don’t get out of this room alive’, and the kid seemed to understand, his smile dropping from his face.

“Uh, yeah, give me a sec.” Phil replied, shoving his hands deep in his pockets before pulling out two very strange metal contraptions, walking over and taking the boy’s hands carefully in his own.

“Who knew the Angel of Death was such a sweetheart?” Theseus scoffed, watching closely as the metal slotted onto his fingers. Wilbur’s face was full of confusion, Techno managed a smile, and Phil shot the kid the dirtiest look known to man.

The Angel of Death? Is that what they call Phil? That’s so much cooler than the Blood God.

No matter how much Theseus preached The Blades had saved him, they both knew better. Techno knew the look of longing in the kid’s eyes too well, as Phil’s warm hands held his own with unseen care. Techno had been there once, in a similar situation, and it made him question the authority in his life and how they’d never been so kind. It made him want a father, and he knew Theseus felt the same.

“There, he shouldn’t be able to move-“

“Do you have terrible parents or dead ones?” Techno asked before he could stop himself, Wilbur’s face going absolutely distraught as Phil’s went shocked. Surprisingly, Theseus gave him a small smile behind his mask.

“Died when I was nine, The Blades found me before the police arrived at the scene.” He returned, almost challenging.

“The Blades?” Phil asked quietly to himself, waiting for the shock on Techno’s face that never came.

“Right. And how long ago was that?”

The kid paused, a thoughtful glint in his eye as he stared Techno down, the man in turn returning it full force.

“Seven years ago.”

He leaned back in his chair, leaning his legs on the desk and crossing one leg over the other.

“And they prepared you to come after me? Didn’t they?” Techno asked, and Theseus for once stayed absolutely silent. “They saw your ability and knew you were their best chance at taking The Syndicate down, a small vulnerable boy with a manipulative ability.”

“They took me in because I needed help, I needed saving, this is just me repaying the debt-“

“Keep telling yourself that kiddo.”

The room was in silence for a moment, and it was Wilbur who eventually broke it.

“You think they raised him for the soul purpose of killing you?” Wilbur asked slowly, silence being enough confirmation. “What kind of sadists would do that?”

When Techno looked at Theseus, he saw exactly what he’d felt eight years ago. Worry, realisation, and yet resignation to the truth. Acceptance of the difficult, in simpler words.

“You can stay here, if you’d like.” Techno offered, and everyone in the room turned to him in shock, even Ranboo who stood with a tray of four Starbucks drinks in hand, jaw slightly ajar. Understandably, Theseus was wary.

“There’s a but.”

“But,” Techno continued, smiling when the kid sighed. “You have to tell me your name and tell me your ability.”

His quiet consideration was shocking enough.

His answer was even more so.

“My name is Tommy, and I know this will sound so dumb but I can rewire anything.”

“Like TV’s?” Phil asked, cocking his head as Tommy smiled, nodding.

“Oh! And, like, can you rewire lightbulbs to make them brighter?”

“Bit dumb but yes.”

“And brains.” Techno finished, looking at Tommy closely as he froze, looking back at Techno with a careful eye. “That’s how you control people, you rewire their brains with that weird finger motion.”

“The Blades taught you well, quite perceptive you are.” Tommy teased, and Techno would he lying if he said he didn’t feel a little pride from the statement.

After all, you can leave The Blades.

But The Blades never leave you.

“Welcome to The Syndicate, Tommy.” Techno said with a smile, walking over and tugging his mask down, a young but scarred face staring back at him with a hopeful smile.

Tommy was too young, taken too young, melded because of his own selfishness.

The least he could do was take him in and love him like a brother, because he knew Wilbur would grow a liking to him in the first few days, and Phil’s fatherly tendencies would forgive him even sooner.

“It’s a pleasure to be here, Blood God.”

“Call me Techno.”

Tommy’s smile was bright, and Techno was shocked to find his brighter.

—————

Sbi sbi sbi sbi

Fun facts about this au:

- Techno has a pig mask to cover his face, but instead of it being pink it’s black and has glitter because he’s fancy like that

- Tommy knew The Blades influence was bad, but never had anyone better to look up to - hence, Technoblade, which was why he accepted the help

- Phil had wanted to adopt Wilbur and Techno, but they were both too old by the time he’d even suggested it. He adopts Tommy before his 18th.

- The Blades get pissy that Tommy gave in so easily and literally fall out with each-other; Techno’s kindness was the fall of the organisation that had shaped him (and also traumatised him). In English teacher terms, this shows how they no longer have any power over him at all, going against their ideals and taking them down in the process

- Wilbur finds Tommy rewiring his own guard’s minds and tells him off, only to find he was sneaking in to hear him play his guitar because Techno said he could play

- Since Twinsduo’s first meeting, they used to go places and just preach how they were twins - more so Wilbur did and Techno went along with it. They did this so often that sometimes Techno forgot they weren’t actually related.

Hope you all enjoyed :D

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"Well aren't you pretty like this," Philza laughed, lifting a leg and throwing it over his shoulder. Dream squirmed on the forest floor, trying to recover his breath.

"You're- what?"

"I was hoping the signals I was sending were getting through," Philza half sighed, half grumbled. "but I s'pose we're not quite at that level of synced yet."

Dream sputtered as Philza leaned forward- bending his leg in a incredibly revealing position, oh god- to plant a small kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"That should probably make my intentions clear." He smiled.

Philza compliments him and cuddles him and sighs each time he sinks a little deeper on Dream’s cock, while Dream is torn between gripping his hips and the grass beneath him.

-

I think Philza is used to being around people he knows and understands so well that they can just Move and Say A Word and he'll understand, and he struggles with Starting At The Beginning Again with Dream, trying to memorize his ticks and movements and what every little tone means.

And Dream can predict people like a master until it has anything to do with affection towards him, because surely it doesn't mean that much to other people, every touch every kiss every little piece of softness. It's At Dream but not For Dream. And now it's for Him and he can't even recognize it.

Philza is desperately trying to flirt with a man who no longer Sees It

And it fucks them over a couple of times because Philza has a habit of making assumptions in the beginning that Dream gets that Philza is trying for a relationship and not as a server powerplay, not as a way to let off steam, not because he's bored and not because of any other reason Dream could possibly come up with.

But only a couple of times. Philza is a quick learner and he's studying Dream, he won't make the same mistakes twice if he can help it.

Dream melts so easily when Philza covers him with his wings. Can be coaxed to set the mask down and just lie down in bed for cuddles, cooling tea on the end table

When Dream can finally bring himself around to the idea that maybe this is a relationship and not a powerplay, he becomes more comfortable with PDA, cracking jokes at Philza’s height, his age, his ridiculousness. Philza takes the entire thing with delight.

More openness, more flirting, more Dream telling Philza about how he became an admin and flushing because "It's probably not as interesting as it was for you" but Philza brushes a wing down his side and looks enthralled, urging him to continue. He wants to know everything about Dream.

And eventually Dream, before prison, says "we have to not see each other anymore," and of course Philza, who has carefully put to memory every tell Dream has ever shown, pries out even just the vaguest hint of the plan and says Absolutely Not I'm Digging My Claws Into You And Never Letting Go

And he succeeds for maybe a Week before Dream goes out And Does It Anyway

With a note to please respect his wishes, he promises that it isn't a big deal and that everything is better like this

And Philza, who killed his son because Wilbur Asked, listens. He begrudgingly listens. He is the most grumpy about it. Techno makes fun of him for it.

And this is fine up until he learns that Dream's been imprisoned and Technos visit ends up happening Super Early because Philza said he wouldn't interfere but that doesn't mean he isn't going to be underhanded and find every loophole he can

So Dream gets broken out before Quackity Torture. Because Sam was still cutting his meals and abusing him and Philza has a Syndicate he can politely ask to do his dirty work for him.

Philza is going to scold him and then fuck him senseless while Dream argues the whole damn way. Dream is being bent over a table and fucked sideways. He has come twice. Philza has left claw marks in the table to prevent leaving them in Dream while Dream is still healing.

[chayannecraft]

hey the last drawing will probably be uploaded tomorrow!! i know you'll understand but i've been very busy today :)

anyway i'm curious about if the other eggs have any sort of role in your au??

OH and if you want to talk abt what chayanne and phil's relationship is like, i've been very curious about that lol bc it seems like phil's both very protective of him and doesn't care about him that much. not saying you haven't thought it out i'm just eager to look more into his character!

Hello!! Yeah no I understand I’ve been super busy too. Finals season and everythang. It’s a curse. Oh my god. (Which is why im so late answering this ask hello omg!!!) But anyways yes hello oh my god questions!!!! 💖💖💖!!!!! YES!!! I WILL ANSWER

The other eggs have very loose roles but they do exist!! They sort of take up the space of the descendants-of-the-champions roles that Sidon and the others fill (although I’m not sure who is who at the moment, would have to think about that a little more!!) (I have no idea what role Tallulah plays, but I think she might be traveling around with Wilbur, more info on that later) but sometimes they’re also just like, normal random kids. They are all friends I promise. I don’t have a lot on them though so this is not that coherent.

CHAYANNE AND PHIL. WOUGH BOY. THIS IS A LONG ONE

You were right in that Phil is very protective of Chayanne!! I think a part of him knew Chayanne was The Chosen Hero, but when faced with the decision to send him off to what very well could have been his sons death, if not horrific trauma he was like um. No lol. Not doing that.

A consequence of the storyline in general is Phil isn’t very mentioned a lot, so it gives off the idea that he’s uncaring towards Chayanne, but I promise you that’s not the case!! (Not to make fun of you or call you out of course). Phil is actually very loving towards his son, and was devastated when he ran away with the Master Sword.

Then (for reasons I haven’t thought up yet) he’s pretty distracted but desperately trying to get his kid back. Until the calamity happens and they fail. Then he’s under the impression his son is just dead and he’s in mourning for the next 100 years (Why is he still alive in 100 years, you ask! Well! I took everything from these kids and I think taking their parents is a little bit too cruel so everybody is blessed by some sort of god that expands their lifespan a couple hundred ok :D!!!)

And then a little bit after botw someone goes to Philza and is like hey. The hero is back. He’s hanging out with Princess Pomme. He looks a lot like the missing hero from 100 years ago. Your son. Might be your son Phil. And Phil basically takes 3 seconds to process this before clawing himself up from his depression and being like OK. WE’RE GONNA GO GET HIM!!! AND IF ANYBODY TRIES TO STOP ME IM MAULING THEM. Of course he gets to hyrule RIGHT as totk plot starts and Chayanne goes missing so kind of an L BUT THEY DO REUNITE!!!

They get their moments. They also get a really tearful reunion where Chayanne is like dad im so sorry for running off oh my god :( I forgot you for a hundred years you must be so upset with me. And Philza is hugging him like oh my god my kid is ok. Oh my god. YOU’RE GROUNDED FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WHAT THE FUCK. And then just caries him around. And probably has some sort of beef with Missa because that’s Chayanne’s Hyrule-Dad. Meanwhile Pomme stands in the back ready to kill him if he makes one wrong move.

There’s a side story kind of sequel relating to that where Pomme and Chayanne have to grapple with the fact that Chay is also a prince and his dad misses him dearly and wants him to come home but they don’t want to be separated ever for the rest of their lives. Maybe even some parent bonding. Like a little family-person drama to contrast the cursed-destiny-supernatural-calamity drama and probably some Death Family Bonding.

[rutadales]

I might need to know more about "Quackity has a change of heart"

BUT OF COURSE!! I started writing it almost two years ago now, before the torture plot came to a conclusion so I was having a lot of thoughts about how c!Quackity might have felt about everything he was doing and under what circumstances could be start to maybe, just possibly, regret what he's done.

I ended up editing it to fit some new developments that happened before the prison break but unfortunately never got around to the "change of heart" part of the story. I still think it's a neat idea nonetheless! ignore any typos 😌

cw for torture and graphic depictions of violence

"He turns around and raises an eyebrow at Dream, who's currently drowning on his own blood and vomit, and laughing like a goddamn demon. He looks nothing short of manic, with blood leaking down his chin and covered in whatever else has come out of his body within the last hour. He's clearly too high on pain to register the situation they're in or he wouldn't be dumb enough to laugh at Quackity.

"You're fucked. You're... so fucked, he's 'onna kill you. I knew he'd come back, you're dead." Dream's ramblings slur together, blood loss making him delirious. Still- no matter how hard they are to understand, his words never fail to make Quackity want to hit him.

He kneels down instead, knuckles clenched, as he bites back his frustration. "Who, Techno?"

Dream nods, eyes glassy. "You're fucked." A broken record it seems.

Quackity lets out a sigh under his breath and forces out a laugh that he hopes expresses confidence, "Oh no, it's not Techno. It's Tommy, actually, with half of the smp. Guess they finally had enough of your shit."

"It's not-" Dream's eyebrows dip close together as he takes a moment to process Quackity's words. "It's not Techno?" He says the last bit in a hushed whisper, almost entirely to himself.

If Quackity was any further away he wouldn't have been able to hear it at all.

"Which is why," Quackity says evenly, "you should be taking this more seriously. You don't have a Ghostbur to bargain for your life with this time around and Tommy has a lot more than an axe."

Dream shakes his head, apparently unfazed by Quackity's words. "Techno said-"

"Techno said whatever I told him to!" The lie comes easily and Quackity launches up in one quick, harsh motion as he thinks of his next plan. He savors with a sick type of glee as Dream flinches from the sudden movement. Sweat is now forming on his brow and Quackity is glad Dream is out of it as he is because he's not sure he could handle those all-too-knowing eyes focused on him right now.

This is fine, he can work with this. He can swing this. "Techno did exactly what I told him to Dream, and that included keeping you on his side."

Dream manages to look even more crestfallen than normal at that, and Quackity let's a grin spread across his face. "What? You didn't think he would spend months in this cage just for you, did you?"

With a heavy effort, Dream shakes his head again. "You're wrong. You're wrong, lying, Tech said he'd be back. He told me how'd he do it, just like this, you're wrong."

"Oh please! You're not this fucking stupid! Technoblade is the strongest person on this server, he could have saved your ass whenever he wanted to. But he didn't. Do you really think he'd fall for such an obvious trick and get stuck in here? How do you think he got out, huh?" Quackity gives an easy laugh, and rocks back on his heels. This is fine, this is working.

"His stasis chamber-" Quackity scoffs, so that's how he did it, "You really think I didn't know about it? I was the one who told Philza to get him out. Just like I was the one who told Techno to come here. I needed you to think you had a chance, a way out. Now, this-" he gestures to the walls with his hand, "-wasn't exactly what I was expecting. So I need you to pay attention. Tommy is going to kill you, he doesn't care about the revive book. No one does, okay? They've had enough. No one wants you here, Dream."

There's no imitate response from Dream as he mulls over the words. "And you do?"

Quackity revels in the defeated tone and says easily, "No, not really. But you're insurance and, well, what can I say? You're too much fun."

Dream shudders and Quackity smiles, "So, instead of lying on your ass why don't you help me think of a way out of this? What do you say?"

Again, he's met with silence as Dream just stares up at the ceiling with dead eyes. Quackity rolls his shoulder back, accessing his inventory, and slams Sam's axe down next to his head.

"What do you say, Dream?" There's a hard edge to his voice, one that Quackity recognizes in himself. One that comes from Dream pushing his limits too many times.

Dream is all taunt muscles, all fear. It colors his eyes and voice as he mumbles a weak "Yes, sir."

Quackity smiles, feels the expression stretch his skin, but he can't help it. He really does love that sound. "Atta boy."

He yanks Dream up into a sitting position. The quick movement must make Dream lose some of his focus because he suddenly lurches forward and leans his weight against Quackity. Quackity flinches back, disgust filling his expression as he holds Dream at arms length. "Don't touch me. Don't fucking do that."

He's only not letting him drop because he doesn't want to scrap Dream's ass off the obsidian again. Dream mumbles a weak, "Sorry, sir. Sorry, sorry." clearly on autopilot as he tries to get his bearings. Quackity pulls his arm away slowly and relaxes slightly when Dream stays upright. He looks so fucking pathetic like that, barely holding on and bleeding everywhere. It's infuriating.

Instead of staring at Dream's shaking form, he turns around and flicks out his communicator. Still no new messages and he gives a weak groan. Sam better thank his lucky stars Quackity can think quick on his feet or else their little operation would have been done and over with ages ago. He glances around the meager cell and tenses slightly at the sudden claustrophobic feeling that overtakes him. He's never been stuck in here before and the thought makes him uncomfortable in a way he can't really describe.

"Got any idea on how to get out of here?" He asks over his shoulder, only half serious. He hardly thinks Dream is going to actually be of any help. Dream predictably gives a shake of his head. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

"Just have Sam bring the bridge over." Dream says like that wouldn't have been the first thing Quackity tried.

"He's not responding." And, just because he likes seeing the absolute terror in Dream's expression, he adds, "Maybe he wants you gone just as much as everyone else."

Quackity pulls open his inventory and looks around. He's glad he finally convinced Sam to stop searching him before every visit but it's not like Quackity brings much with him anyway. Sheers, Sam's sword and axe, 3 fire res in case of emergency, about half a stack of steak, and about 20 cobblestone. Well, it's an emergency all right. Even so, he's still not crazy about the idea of swimming through lava. The cell gives an unsteady groan as another round of explosions fill the air. Quackity drags a hand down his face. He doesn't have another fucking choice it seems. Quackity pulls out a fire res, downs it, and turns around again.

He walks back over to where Dream is sitting and roughly grabs his chin, "Open up."Dream opens his lips obediently and Quackity dumps the glass bottle down his throat. Dream starts to choke on it and Quackity's grip tightens in response. "Swallow it, idiot." Dream does, after a second, and Quackity pulls away.

He leaves him sputtering for a second before grabbing his arm and pulling him upright. "Let's go."

Dream, suddenly, pulls back. "Wait, what did you give me? Quackity- wait, stop-"

As they near the lava, Dream starts fighting full force. "Stop, stop! No, no I'm not going in there, please, Quackity, please!"

They don't fucking have time for this. Anger makes his vision go red and before he even really knows what he's doing, Quackity is ramming the axe into Dream's left shoulder. Metal slices through skin and tendon with ease as the smell of iron floods Quackity's senses. A new, heavy stream of blood quickly drips down into the old, ratty jumpsuit. Dream cries out and his knees buckle under the weight, so now Quackity has to hold Dream up too.

"I'm trying to save your life, Dream, so get the fuck up." Dream frantically shakes his head as he doubles over, the arm still in Quackity's grip desperately pulling against him. "You swim in there all the time so I don't know what the problem is!"

Dream shudders and turns away. He uses his legs to push himself towards the corner he always hides in.

Quackity wants to scream, nearly does, as he yanks Dream back. "If you don't fucking stop I'm going to send this through your neck next."

He gestures with the axe for emphasis and Dream instantly stills. His hand reflexively goes to the scar there that Tommy left nearly a year ago. Quackity rolls his eyes and pulls Dream up, again. Dream goes easier this time, but that might be because he's hardly present. His gaze is far away as they reach the wall of lava.

[saintsr]

 “Hello Bad”

 

 “Hello Missa, playing hide and seek again?  Come this was the last round”

 

 “It’s good that it’s over, I’m out of hiding places and my luck,” he let out a sigh while Bad laughed at his partner, indicating where the others were.

 

 “Well done guys!”

 

 “I told you, we Latinos are good at hiding ourselves!”

 

 “It’s the Latin gene”

 

 Rivers, Mariana and Roier shouted while they saw that Missa, Cellbit, Germán and Iron Mouse were the last to be found, after that they dispersed since it was the last day of school, the summer holidays had finally arrived, and to celebrate they made a meeting where they could share these moments.

 

 While that was happening in the skeleton lover’s mind, something else was happening, today he would finally confess his feelings to the blonde, they had already known each other for almost two years and he feels that he finally found someone who loved him, he treats him well even though he had never wanted to. That his feelings will advance beyond a friendship because the blonde didn’t comment on anything but many told him that they could see what was special for the blonde beyond that other friends saw him in a special way, that's why like a coward he waited until that moment. Day since it was a vacation and the fact that they would travel to different parts of the world made it easy not to hear a rejection until much later.

Bad saw this from afar, seeing how the black-haired man made funny faces and involuntary movements, while he also saw Philza surrounded by his group, the self-named “red balls”, perhaps he could commit a slight mischief, so he got closer, scaring the other black-haired man.

 

 “Hey Missa, why are you so upset?”

 

 “It’s nothing, it doesn’t matter”

 

 “mm this has nothing to do with you going to confess to Philza today, right?”

 

 “How did you know?  Fucking Roier always with a big mouth”

 

 “No, it wasn’t him, who told me, I heard them by chance the other day when they were in the living room, although I didn’t fully understand but I deduced it,” he commented with a slight smile, “if you want, I can help you, I will bring him to you, wait for me.” On the stairs of the second building”

 

 “oh really?  Thank you Bad, you are a good friend “Missa got excited because he didn’t know how to approach Philza without making him uncomfortable, so he walked away in that direction while Bad walked around the place until he saw Philza looking for something with her eyes.

 

 “What happened?”

 

 “Oh, it’s no coincidence that you haven’t seen Missa.”

 

 “Missa?  Yes, he left a while ago”

 

 “that?  If he always waits for me”

 

 “Yes, he told me that he couldn’t today because he had to go take care of his cat or something.”

 

 “I see, well then I’m leaving, take care of yourself, okay?”

 

 “Yes, bye Phil.”

 

 Thus he saw the blonde leave and returned to where Missa was.

 

 “Well, is he coming?”

 

 “Oh, I’m so sorry, he told me that he couldn’t come because he already suspected that this would happen at any moment, so in order not to create false hopes, he said, don’t look for him, don’t call him, and inadvertently he said that he would never notice someone so cowardly.” , who cries for anything, who doesn’t look so good and above all smart, you are the most pathetic thing he has ever known and until those disgusting feelings towards him are erased you will never see him again.”

 

 “T-t-all that did he say?  But why?  He always treated me well” Missa leaned against the wall trying to stop the tears from coming out and her voice breaking so much.

 

 “I don’t know, there are people like that, maybe he only saw you as an object of charity, but don’t cry.” Bad placed a hand on his arm with a light caress that Missa was avoiding.

 

 “How can I not cry?  “It’s the cruelest thing I’ve ever heard, especially coming from him.”

 

 “But in the end you realized his true face. Come, don’t worry, I love you just the way you are.”

 

 “Hey?  But I”

 

 “Shh, I know, but who else would want someone with your looks?  Only I have the eyes and the courage to date someone like you.”  Bad hugged him very tightly, Missa, somewhat surprised and confused, accepted it, although he tried to move away, Bad kissed him.

 

 After that Missa stopped seeing his friends, there were no longer many calls, Bad gradually distanced him from his family as well, at that time Philza’s parents decided to return to the United Kingdom since they felt that Isla Quesadilla no longer had more to offer, those were the last vacations and moments that Missa and Philza spent together, the blonde wrote but never received a response thinking that Missa was busy however Bad had broken Missa’s cell phone in a small game of wrestling, after all only it was a joke.

[weepingwillows-sweethibiscustea]

OKAY. RWRB MOVIE REVIEW.

(Disclaimer that these are all only my opinions)

I imagined Philip as looking more like Philza Minecraft, to be completely honest. So tell me why they made him kinda..???

THEY FUCKED UP HIS CHARACTERIZATION (imo). In the book, he’s just a victim of what he was born into as well. He’s rigid & kinda a dick because it was what he was taught to be to survive, the movie completely took that away, giving him literally two scenes.

AND THEN THEY GIVE GOOD GRACE TO THE KING? Bro. No. Stop it.

I feel as though they were afraid to criticize the British monarchy too hard, which is why they gave the king the good grace they did (plus other changes done, I don’t think they included the cliticization of the British Museum stealing all those artifacts either)

Frothing at the mouth over the fact they not only took away Luna, but completely got rid of the fucking sex abuse scandal in favor of a jealousy plot. Explodes you with my mind.

Going back to my point above that one, I feel they might not have wanted to add that seeing how many Richards are out there. Can’t fan too many flames, huh?

They also gave Bea way less screen time, & took away the whole “Powder Princess” thing, I think the way they talked about their dad passing & how it effects the family was kind of cheap.

AND they fucked up Henry’s moms characterization. She just straight up wasn’t in it, only mentioned, & in a negative light. Again, they really didn’t give the dad passing the attention it deserved.

The beginning went by pretty damn fast. But in all fairness for that & I suppose a lot of points, the movies already two hours long with all that missing, so I suppose I can give some leniency on some of these points.

June obviously wasn’t there either, but it at least doesn’t feel like anybody’s missing. I guess they managed the Nora & June merge well. THEY DID NOT MANAGE THE LIAM & LUNA MERGE WELL.

Seriously fuck them for taking away Luna & subsequently his character arc

THEY UN-DIVORCED ELLEN & OSCAR. I UNDERSTAND IT WOULD HAVE ADDED A LOT OF SCREEN TIME THEY DIDN’T HAVE BUT COME ON.

Do love all the terms of endearment Henry uses, honestly don’t remember if that’s in the book or not.

Can we circle back around to how attractive Philip is. Sorry who said that.

I like the way they handled the cake scene better, definitely feels more realistic.

Admittedly also kinda happy the Henry magazine photo thing wasn’t added, kind of made me cringe reading about it lmao

OH YEA THEY TOOK OUT THE SCENE WHERE ALEX CALLS HENRY TO VENT ABOUT HIS PARENTS(?), IT WAS SUCH AN IMPORTANT MOMENT FOR THEIR RELATIONSHIP BOO

Is there a copy right reason they couldn’t include Henry being a Star Wars fan? If they just simply choose not to then I am Disappointed.

Really liked how they did the phone calls, with them appearing in front & them as though they’re in the same room, together. Great touch.

Edit to add this bullet point because it’s really important to me. Alex says he’s bisexual, Henry says he’s gay. Ellen asks if Alex is gay, fluid, bi, pan. Ellen references transgender people. They talk about the LGBT+ community. They say all these words, they don’t whisper them, or talk around them. They say them loud & clear as day. Idk, this just makes me really happy because of how often you’ll see people talk around these words like they’re bad or dirty words (yes I’m aware this is a movie where they have gay sex multiple times on screen but it’s still important to me shut up)

FINAL THOUGHTS.

It was alright. I don’t regret watching it. It was entertaining, but admittedly not the type of movie I’d usually watch, so I think other people could enjoy it way more then I did. But I definitely still enjoyed it despite all my criticisms.

Definitely not as good as the book, but not bad at all. I’d say it’s absolutely worth the watch.

I’m sure you can also find posts that can better articulate why this movie is so groundbreaking & important as well, which is something I didn’t particularly touch on in this post.

[blametheeditor]

*COUGH*

You should, uh, totally to a DreamSMP 800 word fic to repay me for all those FNaF years

*COUGH*

🤭

I now have proof! Blame the editor, it's all their fault!

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of treating people as pets. Mentions of being ignored. Mentions of being talked over. IRL versions of characters/people

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“Come on, Phil, we’ll be careful!” 

The blond haired man narrows his eyes at Wilbur standing a few inches away, hands cupped together, an innocent smile on his face. One glance at Tommy standing on his toes in order to aim puppy-eyes over the taller man’s shoulder shows the act for what it really is. 

Phil knew meeting in real life without a screen separating them would lead to this. It was inevitable with two of the most rambunctious members of the DreamSMP figuring out that while they’re giants, the Dadza of the group isn’t. 

“Oi, I’m not something to hold and pet, mate.”

He was worried about agreeing to see them. Because as much as he enjoys their company and vise versa, he had figured out long ago the two haven’t interacted with many humans. 

And even if they had, they’re still little shits, and Phil is prepared to end up in a pocket at some point during this meeting. 

The blond man will admit, he wasn’t interacted with many giants, either. Not that he has anything against them, but it’s more of an awed respect. Happy his soulmate ended up standing at the same height as him instead of towering like his two sons do. One of his two sons, but they’re the ones currently in front of him. 

He tenses as Wilbur’s fingers curl in, staring at the fact they’re taller than him. Well aware he could be swallowed within the grasp. Because unfortunately, the brunette is a giant among giants, and why do they have to be so bloody tall. He’s barely above Wilbur’s waist on the platform meant to make conversations level between the two counterparts. 

“Phil,” Wilbur rumbles, slowly straightening up as a genuine look appears. “Did you really think we’d just treat you like a pet?” 

Tommy suddenly becomes panicked, taking a step back to give the miniature man some space. “We wouldn’t do that! You’re Philza! Someone who’d ground us if we ever pulled shit like that!” 

Phil blinks as the two boys pull away to give him room. Stares at the fact Tommy might be joking, but there’s a distinct tone of hurt in his voice. Wilbur’s smile no longer reaching his eyes. No longer excited when it’s clear that, yes, he did think that. 

“You have to understand,” he begins. Watches as neither attempt to interrupt him despite being easily able to. No hand reaching over to pluck him up without asking if he’d be okay with it. 

Well, is he Philza Minecraft or not? 

“Give me your hand.” 

Wilbur offers a lazy smirk. “Phil-” 

“Hand.” 

The two giants share a look like they normally do when they’re about to get in trouble before the brunette finally extends his hand, lying it palm down on the platform. 

Phil looks at it. Looks up at the two with a disappointed expression. Both of them jump slightly. 

They’re frozen until Tommy leans over toward Wilbur to stage whisper. “I, uh, thinks he wants it the other way.” 

“Oh!” The hand is lifted up in order to curl all the fingers in, save for the middle one. “Like this?” 

Phil feels his poker face slip as Tommy guffaws. Not as loud as usual, though. Mindful of the fact their internet father is able to go deaf. “Ha, ha.” 

“I thought that’s what you wanted,” Wilbur murmurs, sounding anything but sorry. Before Phil can say no, it wasn’t, and the brunette knows it, the hand is finally set down palm up. An invitation to climb on. 

There’s no hesitation this time. He trusts them. There’s a reason why he agreed to meet them despite the teasing remarks of ‘we’ll have a pocket Philza’ and ‘just wait until we stand too far away we won’t be able to hear you grounding us’. Because that’s what family does. 

They also make him trip to tumble head over heels because they weren’t expecting the odd feeling of someone walking on their hand so they twitch in surprise. 

“Shit!” 

There’s not enough time to orient himself. Before he can tell which way is up, it feels like an elevator went up much too quickly, leaving him even more confused as something nudges his side. Freezes up because all he can see are brown eyes as big as his head only a foot away. 

“You okay, Phil?” 

The blond man in question attempts to respond. Ignore the fact the question rattles him to his core. Well aware that he far away from the platform, and now completely at the giant’s mercy. 

“R-Real close, mate.” 

He can’t see anything other then the eye crinkling in what he can assume is a smirk. “Yeah, you’re okay.” 

“Wil, you’re shit at holding at holding humans, “ Tommy pipes up from beyond his world of only Wilbur. Even as Phil attempts to back away for a bit of space, he encounters fingers blocking him in. “Phil, let a real man hold you!” 

Finally, the giant moves away, and Phil is left to feel as if he was left behind as the hand drops quicker than gravity can catch up. A small ‘oof’ escapes as he’s held close to Wilbur’s chest, the in famous yellow sweater helping him figure just where the hell he is. 

“Come on, Toms. You’re a gremlin. Who knows what you’d do.” 

“I’d hold him safely and not let the man trip you prick!” 

“I wasn’t-” 

“Boys.” 

Phil sighs in relief as the banter immediately stops. Both looking down at him. They’re a lot, especially while he’s trapped between them, and therefore it’s making his heart go a million miles per hours, but the expressions aren’t out of anger or annoyance at being interrupted. 

They’re concerned. “Let your brother have a turn, Wilbur.” 

Tommy’s small ‘yes!’ as a playful groan is given by Wilbur. And while Phila might’ve been worried about getting plucked up to be transferred over, maybe the hand tilting to recreate his tumble from before, two hands are held close to the one slowly lifted so he can walk over. 

And this time, he doesn’t trip. 

Phil curses as Tommy does exactly what the brunette did and lifts him up in order for blue eyes to inspect him. “You’re a tiny thing, Philza.” 

“Not as tiny as you, Tommy.” 

“Oi, I’m a big man!” 

The blond man feels dread slowly creep into his heart at the realization another argument is about to start, with him yet again in the middle. He adores the two, but before it took a lot out of him to keep them under control. Now he’s miniscule compared to them, without the option to mute or turn down the volume, and- 

“So, about that restaurant we talked about.” 

Phil meets Wilbur’s questioning gaze. Looks over at Tommy patiently waiting for him to respond. Remembers they planned a nice and uneventful day. 

“Lunch sounds lovely.” 

He doesn’t know what he was expecting, but as Tommy carefully turned toward the direction Wilbur indicated, he feels himself get softly jolted with each step. He’s just glad to find himself held against the blond’s chest to ensure he doesn’t fall. 

Phil carefully peeks past the protective fingers acting as a guard rail. “This is a lot faster than walking.” 

“We’ll carry you anywhere you want to go.” 

“Thanks, mate.” Phil leans back against the fingers. Stretches out before putting his hands behind his head as Tommy watches his movements with fascination. “Mind picking me up for work, tomorrow? Save me a ton on gas.” 

The giant sputters. “What! No!” 

“But you said you’d take him anywhere!” Wilbur chimes in, a gasp announcing how offended he is at Tommy already going against his word. “Look at Phil! He’s devastated you dare lie to him!” 

“I didn’t lie I’m just not waking up at the fucking crack of dawn!” 

“Phil, let me carry you. Clearly Tommy doesn’t have integrity if his beauty sleep is more important.” 

Why did he ever doubt his giants before?