#young michael the zombie piglin

[metfell]

yess would love to hear ur older Michael thoughts :]

to me michael grows up to be someone who is obsessed with exploring. i think being brought up in a very isolated corner of the smp with very overprotective parents would leave him in a place of wanting to know about the world but being afraid to actually step foot out into it.

i think he gets into cartography. the nether is a very confusing place to navigate and compasses dont work, so i reckon having a way to actually orient yourself in the overworld would be something he would enjoy and want to engage in more. he makes maps of the server, finds old maps from different eras, and preserves the maps found in the rubble of the old museum.

i actually headcanon him as straight and asexual. i think as he fully matures he gets ridiculously good with riptide tridents, not only because of his love of the outdoors but also because his trident doubles as a walking stick.

he never learns ender because i dont think ranboo would even know the beginnings of how to teach it to someone else, but hes fluent in both common and piglin after he starts exploring the nether.

he lives in a small house near where the community house was, a bit to the left of eret's castle down past the courthouse, on a river. he does a lot of fishing in his free time. he's not much for snow, as its way too cold for someone meant for the nether.

i think hes a bit distant with his parents, but still friendly enough with them to have a good time. tubbo and michael spend time working on his maps, with tubbo telling him stories about the server as if it were through rose-tinted lenses and brushing aside the severity of some of the conflicts as tubbo tends to do. with ranboo, michael and him mainly make conversation while he's out exploring, with the two mainly discussing whatever it is theyre currently doing at the moment. ranboo is the type to really want to connect with michael, but because he wasnt there a lot when michael was young, he doesnt really know how to, but the two of them are both giving a really honest effort.

he gets along decently well with tommy, and tommy made a special knit hat for him that covers the exposed skull half of his face. i actually imagine him going through a phase where he tries to cover up and hide the skull side of his face as much as possible, probably when he starts trying to explore the nether more. by the time he's like 21 though, hes a lot better about owning the zombie half, and has one of the piglins he meets in the nether carve "tattoos" into the bone. tubbo thinks it looks cool as shit.

[amintyworld]

Michael Underscore Beloved Headcannons:

Michael did not speak for the longest time which made both Tubbo and Ranboo worried. He’d make a few pig noises here and there but that was it.

Happy squeals when he was very cheerful, grunts when he was angry, small whines when he was sad.

It was only when he had a big breakdown one day they brought the kid over to Uncle Techno, who began speaking in piglin to him to help him calm down, that they realized he didn’t know English. Technoblade gives him lessons every Tuesday from then on.

The first word he says is ‘Dad’ to both Tubbo and Ranboo at the same time when they were putting him to bed and he didn’t want them to leave yet, still a little scared of the dark. Both of them had that moment where they were both convinced they were the ones who got called ‘Dad’.

Cue little zombie piglin rushing in after a nightmare a few hours later, tears in his eyes as he looks at both of them, and they rush over to comfort him, the piglin hugging them both tearfully. “Dad!”

He has a stuffed animal chicken that he cannot get to sleep without, he calls it ‘mine’ so Tubbo and Ranboo just call the stuffie ‘Michael’s Chicken’.

Michael loves loves LOVES carrots, so much so that he’d find ways to climb on counters and reach high places to grab carrots to munch on, places often even he doesn’t even know how he got up there in the first place.

Tommy, first time babysitting, had no idea what he was in for, and nearly lost him for almost 40 minutes when he was just chilling on top of the fridge.

Speaking of Tommy, he’s Michael’s favorite babysitter by far. Often he’ll ask for more stories of his adventures, and of course Tommy may have twisted them a bit on how cool he really was in a few situations, but Michael loved hearing them. He even drew him and Tommy fighting against a slimy green monster labeled ‘Drem’. Tommy nearly cried when Michael showed him and keeps the drawing in his echest.

When Michael is misbehaving, often Ranboo will just pick him up with his tail and hover him off the ground in a timeout as he wriggles and squirms, crossing his arms angrily. This is the only way that piglin will ever sit still - Tubbo tried telling him to sit in a chair but found him with his hand in the cookie jar five minutes later.

Sometimes Tubbo will go out gathering honey for breakfast (Tubbo loves honey on toast) and bring Michael with him, who’ll sit there, looking up in absolute awe, pointing excitedly. “Bee!”

During something very urgent, Tubbo drops Michael off with Phil as he assures worried Ranboo and Tubbo over and over again that he’s in good hands, since the piglin is not used to being with anyone alone except for Tommy.

Phil spends the day with him playing out in the snow, and while cooking lunch for both of them Phil lets Michael wear his hat, and the piglin just lets out the happiest squeal - “Fil!”

When a snowstorm approaches later as night falls they make a campfire and Phil shows him how to make s’mores. The small piglin ends up passing out on the couch wearing Phil’s hat, and Phil just pulls the blanket up on him. “Night, little mate.”

When Michael gets a cold for the first time Tubbo and Ranboo go into full on PANIC MODE and then when they call up Phil he has to reassure them, no he’s not dying, he’s just sick.

As Techno’s English lessons improve he learns to read and of course Technoblade reads him all the Greek Mythology stories he has, and ends up calling Tommy “Fee-Fee” for Thesesus thanks to some encouragement from the Blade himself.

Bath Time used to always be a struggle until Ranboo found ‘Mr Duck’, an old rubber duckie from Phil’s older things - stuff that he kept from when Wilbur was a baby - that he washed and cleaned which entertained the piglin to no end.

Michael loves shiny things just about as much as he loves carrots, and that’s saying something. He became quite the little thief at taking anything shiny - gold ingots, iron ingots, diamonds, Ranboo’s crown - and making a little stash in his room. They eventually broke him of the habit, though his love of gold never really went away.

Tommy once, trying to be the cool uncle, went on a thieving trip for shiny things with Michael, and though many of the things they stole he had to return, he let him keep a gold nugget, which Michael treasured ever since, Tubbo even making the nugget into a necklace he could wear.

Ranboo, being the taller of the two, loves putting Michael up on his shoulders to go on walks, even introducing him to a few endermen after telling him the zombie piglin wasn’t a threat.

Michael was so scared at first, clinging behind Ranboo to his legs, holding out his small wooden play sword in fear. Ranboo knelt down next to him and gently pull away his sword to lay in the snow. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay, don’t be scared...” One of the enderman just comes up to Michael, looking to him in wonder before gently patting his head, letting out a glitched chirp before disappearing. “Where?!” Michael yelled, reaching to grab his sword again before the enderman appears again, making Michael scared and scrambling back into Ranboo’s arms. “It’s okay, it’s okay, look...” Ranboo reassured him as Michael looks over to see the creature offering up a dirt block, tilting its head in curiosity. Michael slowly approached, taking the block as the enderman picked up another and placed it beside the child, letting out another glitched chirp to encourage him. Looking over to his father for a moment, Michael moved to place the dirt next to the enderman’s, looking up to the creature, who leaned down to pat his head again as Michael hugged it tightly. Ranboo had never been more proud of him.

When a few people on the SMP started staring at the dark hole where his right eye should be, (not trying to be mean of course, they’re just a bit shocked when they finally meet him) Michael began to try to hide his face behind his parents more to avoid being seen. They told him that they knew a secret that he couldn’t tell anyone: people stared at him because he was special, so amazingly special that sometimes people were jealous of him and his amazing chicken herding and bravery. He brightened up after that, promising and crossing his heart never to tell, since it could make the others embarrassed. Michael grew more and more confident since then, and his parents could not be more prouder.

They were right. He was special. He was their special boy, and he always would be. <3

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What do you guys think? I’d love to make more of these, I have some ideas/Headcannons of older Michael if you guys are interested!! Hope you enjoyed, I love Michael so far and his place in cannon as well as lore, little tiny zombie piglin boy my beloved-! -Minty

[starrywolf101]

Sure, we could say that Tommy is physically normal after revival,

But that's no fun.

So, how about this:

People weren't made to been revived. Bringing the dead back has consequences.

When Tommy came back, he wasn't the same, and I'm not just talking about trauma.

His body is much more fragile, and is more zombie-like than human. He has phantom pains now, and any recent wounds rot really fast. Healing potions hurt him and potions of harming heal him. He's truly undead in every way except mentally. Being revived has more or less shoved his spirit back into a corpse.

This is another reason why he's afraid of pain, because witnessing his body rot away adds onto the trauma.

Scars litter his body, both old and new.

Even with Ranboo, Tubbo, and Puffy's support, he retreats into his head and dirt shack. He refuses to leave the space, terrified of everything.

But... when he meets Michael, something protective takes hold. Here is a child free of the traumas he and others have faced. Not only that, but Michael looks at Tommy and doesn't run and hide. He loves his big brother Tommy.

Tubbo and Ranboo watched the progress that Tommy has made since meeting their son. They've watched Tommy hide away from everything, afraid of even being touched, to going on walks with Michael and running around with the kid. With Michael, Tommy allows physical contact. He gives the kid piggy back rides, he reads out loud while Michael sits in his lap, and they've even napped together, with Michael curled into Tommy's body.

Sometimes, even if he doesn't get hurt, his scars rot away when not taken care of for a period of time. Tubbo has taken to treating Tommy when this happens, and even makes the boy do check-ups. Michael loves to help, playing doctor with Tommy. He's not disgusted by the rot like others are, and maybe that has something to do with them both being zombies of sort.

Even if Tommy is still scared of the world, he makes progress everyday. His support system are there for him.

And then something bad happens.

It was just a picnic with the four of them, and Michael had wondered off. Tommy left to look while Tubbo and Ranboo relax. None of them were particularly worried. Next thing they know, there's an explosion and loud squeals of fear. The two of them race towards the distressed sounds, only to find a creeper hole and a curled up figure at the bottom. Tommy was unconscious, injured, and curled around Michael. Luckily Michael didn't have a scratch on him, but thats because Tommy took the hit.

Tubbo, who always caries potions of harming for both his undead son and best friend, is quick to tend to Tommy while Ranboo calms their distressed child. While most of the burns and rot heals, Tommy took a lot of damage to his head— more specifically, his right eye. Tubbo would've gagged if he wasn't already used to gruesome injuries. He's learned to numb himself as a child soldier.

Tommy remains unconscious for a few days, and he stays at Tubbo's home in Snowchester. Michael sits by his bed, worried for his uncle. Tubbo assures the piglin child that Tommy was strong and would be up in no time.

The first thing Tommy sees when he wakes up is Tubbo, as Michael was long asleep after he'd been promised that Tommy would be looked after.

"Tubso...?"

Happy that his best friend was awake, Tubbo had pulled Tommy into a hug, though it was gentler than the normal bone-crushing embraces. "You scared us! What were you thinking!?"

Returning the hug as best as he could, Tommy answered: "I saw the creeper and acted, Big Man. What kind of big brother would I be if Michael got hurt?"

Apparantly, they weren't quiet enough, because both are alerted to the sound of small hoof-steps. Smiling, Tommy invites the kid into the bed, who immediately snorts happily and curls up into his side. And in that moment, Tubbo wants to cry tears of joy— he saw the way Tommy looked down at his son, and was reminded of how Wilbur used to look at Tommy and Fundy. Just the sheer amount of love... and Tommy wasn't even aware of his own expression.

When Tommy catches Tubbo's staring, he rolls his eyes and scoots himself and Michael over. "Get in here already, Big Man. Its late and I'm exhausted." With no further invitation needed, Tubbo climbs in and presses against Tommy's other side. That's how Ranboo found them in the morning (he took pictures so that none of them would ever forget.)

A few days after that, they take the bandages off Tommy's head and reveal his eye— just a socket now. Trying to make the best of the situation, Tommy cracks a smile and looks at Michael: "Looks like we're matching, Big M,"

Surprisingly, the creeper explosion didn't set Tommy back in progress. In fact, a little bit of the old Tommy was coming back to him after the experience. He started venturing out more, though not without armor anymore. He also finally moved out of that cruddy dirt shack and moved into Snowchester.

Tommy wore an eyepatch most of the time nowadays, not wanting people to stare at his socket. He only took it off around people he felt safe around. Those being Puffy, Tubbo, Ranboo, and Michael. He still got the odd looks at the eyepatch from people who didn't know, but those that did never commented on it.

With the mansion nearly complete, Ranboo decided that he wanted to move some of his stuff in. While he still lived in his cabin by Techno, he also wanted to stay with Tubbo and Michael. So the compromise was that he'd live in both homes. With that settled, Tommy promised to help Ranboo move some of his things over.

Now, this was the first time since right before the "final confrontation" with Dream that he's seen Techno and Phil. Of course, they'd heard he was locked in the prison, and there was a rumor going around that he died, but neither realy knew what he went through.

So of course Techno starts a fight with Tommy about being on his property.

Of course Tommy's stubbornness gets the best of him and he immediately starts arguing back. Ranboo watches the train wreck that is Techno and Tommy's relationship. Phil stands behind Techno, only jumping in to agree with his friend.

"And whats even with the eyepatch? It looks so stupid!"

Snarling, Tommy clenches his fists. "You wanna know whats with the eyepatch? Fine." He rips it off to reveal the rotting socket. It was about time for the weekly checkup anyways, but he wanted to help Ranboo first.

Shocked silence falls over the two anarchists, and Tommy feels a sense of satisfaction.

"...I– Tommy?" Phil was at a loss for words.

"It turns out being revived from the dead isn't all sunshine and flowers. But, I guess neither is being beat to death by your abuser either, innit."

They were already carrying everything that Ranboo wanted to take with him, do with that, Tommy starts to head back for the nether portal.

Suddenly pulled from his shock, Techno reaches for Tommy, wanting– no, needing an explanation. The voices in his head were all confused on how to feel, and he felt much the same. "Theseus–"

Ranboo grabs Techno's wrist before he could touch Tommy. Ranboo, who had talked about having the backbone of a chocolate eclair, had a look in his eyes. Something dangerous and protective that made Techno back off. "Do not touch him." Ranboo had hissed before realizing what he did and getting flustered. "He, uh– he doesn't like being touch..." Ranboo mumbles before hurrying after Tommy.

Techno and Phil are left to wonder what happened to a boy once so full of life. The thought that they were partially of fault for this weighed heavy on them.

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I didn't really go back and proof read this, it was mostly just a single stream of consciousness over the past couple hours of writing.

Edit: [Masterpost]

[the-final-sif]

Okay, but objectively speaking the part of the Convict Childcare AU where c!Tubbo and c!Phil find c!Dream is very funny because it's just Dream finally getting some fucking context.

Tubbo, furious and ready to start swinging: "Where's my son?!"

Dream, feverish and barely even aware of who he's talking to: "??? Why would I fucking know??? How did you get in my cave???"

Tubbo, about to stab: "Don't lie to me! I know you took him, give him back or I will kill you!"

Dream, really not capable of fighting back but putting up an effort: "I have no idea what you're talking about, go fuck yourself."

Phil, suddenly having a thought that somehow none of them had had and holding Tubbo back: "Sorry, hold on just a moment, I feel like we should clarify that Tubbo's son is a young zombie piglin named Michael. Sam told us you took him when we finally found him."

Dream, finally getting one question answered and raising fifty more: "Wait- Michael is Tubbo's son?? Tubbo has a son??"

Tubbo, also coming to Phil's realization: "Oh. Um, yeah. Did Sam not tell you?"

Dream: "No??? How do you have a zombie piglin son?? Also he's a toddler??"

Tubbo: "Oh no, not like that. Me and Ranboo adopted him!"

Dream: "You and Ranboo- Wait, why did Sam have him then?"

Tubbo: "Honestly, still not entirely sure. We think Sam kidnapped him to blackmail Ranboo, but then he killed Ranboo, soooo?"

Dream: "I guess that makes- WHAT DO YOU MEAN SAM KILLED RANBOO??"

[lord-of-gender]

A Small Problem - Part 1

My version of @deyageka’s Childinnit au. 3145 words

Dream revived Tommy, but there were unforeseen consequences

"Dweam! I hungy," Tommy complained, he had appeared in the cell after getting revived, with almost no memory of his life. And he looked to be only five or six years old.

"Look kid, all I have are potatoes," Dream snapped. He didn't know which was worse, teen Tommy that actively disregarded him and never listened, or toddler Tommy who was just annoying and never stopped complaining.

"No, no poo-tato," he grabbed the potato Dream had handed him and chucked it in the lava. Tommy had been talking with the same mocking tone all week.

"You have got to be kidding me," Dream glared at Tommy, resisting the urge to kill him again, knowing it would be better if he was alive, even in this state.

"La, la, la, I'm singing, I'm like Wilby," Tommy said, knowing perfectly well he was getting on Dream's nerves.

"Oh thank god," Dream said when he heard footsteps echoing over the lava. "Sam! Get this child out of here!"

"Hi Sam!" Tommy yelled, his high pitched voice hardly recognizable by Sam. "You have a funny name! I am looking for Wilbur!"

"T-Tommy?" Sam said, the disbelief clear in his voice. "Tommy go the the corner in the water!"

"Why?" Tommy asked, clearly not getting the urgency of the situation.

"Just do it you child," Dream demanded, pushing Tommy towards the corner of the cell.

"Okee," Tommy made his way over and stood in the water. Within seconds he was on the other side with Sam. "Hallo! Hehe, Techno always says that. Ooh! I'm big and scawy like Techno!"

"I'm so confused, how are you alive, and why are you, younger," Sam said, not expecting a response.

"I dunno," Tommy shrugged and with a huge smirk began running away from Sam. "Weeeee, freedom!"

"Tommy!" Sam ran after him, eventually cornering him as Tommy came up to the other lava. Noticing the kid's fearful and entranced expression as he started at the lava.

"No, lava bad," he muttered, backing away from it, he didn't know why, he just didn't like it. "Where's Wilbur?"

"I don't know, why don't you come with me and we'll find him," Sam reached his hand out for Tommy to take. Eventually he did. Looking between the lava and Tommy, Sam didn't feel right making him go through all the protocol, not like this. So he lead Tommy through the guards' secret passageways until they got to the main entrance of the prison.

"What is this place," Tommy asked, "why is Dweam in there?"

"This is a place where bad people go, and Dream is a very bad man," Sam said, leading him to the lockers. "Go into the chest and give me the card in there."

"Are you going to put Techno in there," Tommy asked, opening the ender chest and pulling out what Sam had told him.

"Not unless I have to," Sam said, the thought had crossed his mind, but if he did attempt to Phil would defend Techno. The two were powerful, but had stayed isolated in the mountains and didn't currently pose a threat.

"Is this all mine," Tommy looked at the contents in the regular chest in wonder.

"Yes, but we can leave it here or I can hold onto it until we figure this out," Sam said, talking about getting Tommy back to his normal age.

"But it's mine," Tommy said, he pulled out the axe and tried swinging it around, but the weight was made for someone bigger and stronger than him so he ended up falling to the ground. "Uh, you have it. Too heavy."

"I'll give it back as soon as you get back to normal," Sam said, ruffling Tommy's hair as he put the Axe of Peace back. "But first let's get out of here."

"Okay," Tommy said and Sam took him to the secondary exit he made just in case. They landed down in the water the prison had been built on and Sam helped Tommy swim to the shore.

"Tunnel!" Tommy said, pointing at the tunnel leading to Snowchester. "Let's go there!"

"Alright, I'll take you to Snowchester." Sam crafted a boat and got in, with Tommy getting in behind him, humming to himself as they headed towards the snowy biome.

"Who lives here," Tommy asked, taking in every bit of detail and rubbing his hands together to warm up.

"Tubbo does, I think Foolish and Ranboo do as well," Sam said, he knew he would have to go back to the prison to double check all the safety protocol and move Tommy's items.

"Tubbo," Tommy perked up, "let's see Tubbo!"

"I don't think he's here right now," Sam said, he would have to go back to the Dream SMP to see if Puffy or anyone else could watch Tommy, but then he'd have to explain what happened. "Come on Tommy."

"I'm cold," he said, trudging through the snow behind Sam to Tubbo's cabin.

"I know, but you need to stay here while I go do some things," Sam said, grabbing a cloak from a chest and wrapping it around Tommy. "I don't think Tubbo will mind if you look around."

"Who's up there," Tommy asked, hearing noises from the attic. He went over to the ladder and climbed up and opened the trapdoor to see Micheal entertaining himself. "Hallo! I'm Tommy."

"Oh, that's Micheal," Sam said, climbing up behind him. "Be careful. I have to go. Don't go outside, okay?"

"Okee," Tommy said, looking intently at Micheal as he snorted to himself. Tommy then made some piglike noises, making the young zombie piglin perk up and squeal in excitement.

"Wait, you know piglin," Sam asked, pausing as he started back down.

"Techno teached me, he's a pig-in," Tommy said, then made more noises and the two children continued to talk to each other. "Go away now."

"Well have fun, stay safe Tommy," Sam said, climbing down and closing the doors behind him.

Michael started to point at the photos of him, Ranboo, and Tubbo. Tommy looked at them and searched his memory, as far as he could remember Phil didn't have any pictures like that. Michael oinked as he offered Tommy a handful of cake. His stomach rumbled as he looked at the treat.

"Here I can give you a potato," Tommy said, offering one of the raw potatoes he had left over from the prison. "I don't like them." Michael lit up and took the potatoes, happily eating them.

"Hi Michael," Tubbo came up to see them, they hadn't even heard him open the door. "I'm back buddy."

"Michael wishes you and Ranboo were home more, and he's cold," Tommy said, pulling Tubbo's attention to him. "Hallo!"

"I- hello, who are you," Tubbo asked, he didn't think any other children were on the server, let alone human children.

"It's me, Tommy, remember me Tubbo," Tommy grinned, cake frosting covering his mouth. Tubbo froze. There was no way, it was impossible, he was seeing things. He had to be. Slowly Tubbo climbed back down the ladder.

"How is he," Ranboo asked, carrying a armful of red berry branches, he had slowly been working on clearing out all the berry bushes so Michael could safely walk around outside.

"I-I uh, he's cold," Tubbo stammered, still not fully processing what he found out.

"I can make him a coat, we do have the extra fabric," Ranboo said, he climbed up the ladder to see Tommy and Michael.

"You need this more than I do," Tommy pulled off the cloak and wrapped it around Michael. "I'll ask them to put a fireplace up here."

"Well hello there, who are you," Ranboo said, closing the trapdoor behind him. He sat down in front of the boys.

"Tommy," he said gleefully, "I was stuck with a bad man called Dweam, Sam took me here. He's looking for Wilbur."

"I- okay, do you remember anything before that," Ranboo asked, wondering if he knew everything that Tommy did. "Do you remember me?"

"Uh, no, but you're Ranboo right?" Tommy asked, "and why is Dweam in prison? What bad things did he do?"

"Well he killed multiple people, he blew up something that used to be Tubbo's, he stole some things of yours and did alot of bad things to you," Ranboo said, not mentioning how Dream had used him as well.

"Well I don't remember," Tommy said, he looked at Michael who had been jumping in the corner and snorted to him. "He wants to go outside."

"You understand him," Ranboo asked, he had been trying to find a book on piglin but now that he knew Tommy could speak it that would be a big help.

"Yeah, Techno taught me," Tommy said, making Ranboo feel stupid. Of course, he should have asked Techno to teach him, but then again he had no idea when he would wake up, and he might end up having to tell Techno about Michael.

"What do you remember," Ranboo asked, trying to get a better idea of what happened to Tommy, even if he wouldn't remember.

"Uh, Philza and Wilbur are my family, Techno is a friend of Dadza's, he was the ruler of some place," Tommy stifled a yawn, "the Antarctic Empire."

"Do you want to stay here until Sam comes back," Ranboo asked, Tommy nodded, leaning his head against him.

"Mhm," Tommy mumbled, the events of the past week finally catching up with him. Now that he was outside and could see the sun his lack of sleep started to take hold.

"I'll see if we have an extra blanket," Ranboo said as Michael looked at Tommy curiously. He went down the ladder to see Tubbo muttering to himself.

"Ranboo, please tell me I was just seeing things up there," Tubbo said, pacing around. "Cause I thought I saw Tommy, young Tommy."

"Oh he's there alright," Ranboo said, "I didn't believe it at first, but of course I've never seen young Tommy. So he couldn't have been an illusion."

"But how is he alive," Tubbo said, sitting down on one of the chests.

"Maybe Sam will know, cause Tommy doesn't remember why he was in there," Ranboo said, he grabbed their extra blanket. "But he is cute like this."

"Don't let him know that," Tubbo let out a small chuckle. When Ranboo went back up Tommy had fallen asleep in Michael's bed, Michael was lying down by him.

"Tubbo, get up here, you need to see this," Ranboo whisper yelled.

"What is it," Tubbo came up and 'aww'ed when he saw the two boys sleeping next to each other. "I forgot how peaceful he is when asleep."

"He sleeps like a baby," Ranboo said, "we're not letting this go when he gets back to normal, right?"

"Definitely not," Tubbo laughed, imagining the amount of teasing they could do with this.

"Ranboo, Tubbo, are you guys here," Sam called from downstairs.

"Shh, Tommy just fell asleep," Ranboo jumped down with Tubbo following behind. "So why is he like this?"

"Dream said he brought Tommy back," Sam said, "and he isn't happy this happened."

"Back, like back from the dead," Tubbo clarified.

"Yes, I'm going to try to look through my books and see if there's anyway to fix this," Sam said, "I just wanted to make sure Tommy was okay, are you guys good to watch him? If not I'm sure I could find Puffy or someone else."

"Well once he wakes up I could take Tommy with me, he's talked alot about Phil and Techno," Ranboo offered.

"I don't know, Phil hasn't been the best parent to Tommy in the past," Sam said, "I'd much rather have him stay here, where I know he's safe."

"Well we can't keep this a secret forever, the entire server knows he died," Tubbo said.

"But if the Eggpire knows he's alive they'll go after him," Sam said, "Sam Nook warned me that they were trying to kill him."

"I think alot more than just them were after him," Ranboo said, "If I remember correctly Niki said Jack had tried to kill him." He left out the part of Niki trying to as well, but she had changed, and she was part of the Syndicate.

"So we keep this between us right now, once we get Tommy aged back up he can decide what he wants to do," Sam said.

"I'll look through Phil's library for a solution," Ranboo pulled out his book to write down a reminder.

"We still have to tell someone, there's going to be times when we're all busy," Tubbo said, "and Tommy's not going to be as willing as Michael to stay here all day."

"I think we can trust Puffy, and possibly Quackity, that way he can be around different people," Sam said, he would have to check how close Tommy and Quackity were. Foolish was an option as well, and could protect Tommy if it came to it, but with the Eggpire attacking Foolish he wasn't so sure.

Later that day Ranboo had met up with Philza to help him work on his cabin. Phil was in the basement, trading with Techno's villagers.

"So Phil, can I ask you about something?" Ranboo said, coming down to help him.

"Of course mate, what's up," Phil said.

"What's the 'Antarctic Empire'," Ranboo asked, what Tommy said earlier stuck with him. And he knew it was safer to ask Phil before Techno.

"Do not ever bring that up with Techno," Phil said, his tone dark and warning. "Where the fuck did you hear that?"

"I- uh, Ghostbur mentioned something about it so I got curious," Ranboo lied, remembering that Sam had wanted to keep Tommy on the down-low for the time being.

"Alright, just don't tell Techno that I told you," Phil said, "the Antarctic Empire is a land far from here, it's where Techno lived before coming here. It's not quite an empire anymore and is the reason he hates government. He saw the state of everyone who lived there and hated himself for it. So he ended his reign and went into hiding, watching as the Empire tore themselves apart."

"That's crazy," Ranboo said, "but it does explain alot."

The next day Sam had run into Quackity while trying to find Puffy or Ranboo. He needed someone to watch Tommy, but Tuboo said he had other things to do.

"Oh thank god, Quackity can you do something for me," Sam said, stopping him.

"Uh, what is it," Quackity asked as Sam threw a book to him.

"Read that and go into the second floor suite of Tommy's hotel," Sam said, "you are to tell no one, if you have any questions find Tubbo or Ranboo."

"What the fuck, I have things I need to do myself," Quackity called as Sam ran off to finish repairing the prison, but with the mining fatigue he didn't know how long it would take him. Quackity sighed as he looked at the book, it wasn't titled and he decided to just pocket it. He walked to the hotel and when he confirmed Jack wasn't there, went up where Sam told him.

"Hallo!" Tommy waved, making Quackity jump. "Are you Big Q?"

"No, no, no," Quackity shook his head, it had to be some cruel joke.

"No?" Tommy said, "are you sad?"

"No! What's your name?" Quackity said, there was no way this was Tommy. He wasn't a kid, he was dead.

"Tommy, I'm five," he said, then walking back to what he was doing. He took a yellow paper he had cut out and put together, and put it on his head. It was a crown. "I'm like Techno!"

"Okay, but why are you a child," Quackity pulled out the book and began to read it. It explained to him the situation as far as they knew, that he was to keep Tommy hidden, and the added death threat if anything happened to Tommy.

"What's wrong with being a child," Tommy asked, everyone had been talking as if him being like this was wrong. This statement make Quackity burst out laughing, the older Tommy would have never said that.

"I don't know, I mean you're probably less of a handful at this age," Quackity said, ruffling Tommy's hair. He had to make the most of this, and he had the perfect idea of how. "How would you like to help me annoy an old grumpy ghost?"

"Sure," Tommy grabbed the moth toy he had spent all of last night begging Sam and Tubbo to make. "Ready."

"What's your moth's name," Quackity asked as he and Tommy left the hotel. Tommy waved by to Sam Nook as they passed him.

"His name is Clementine," Tommy said, Quackity tried not to laugh again as his British accent fully came out when he said the name. "And you have to say it just like me."

"Okay kid," Quackity spotted Jack in the distance, he was coming in their direction. "Listen to me, we're going to play superheroes right now. My name is Big Q, and yours, what's a name you like?"

"Bird man!" Tommy said, Quackity shook his head, there was no way Jack would buy that. "No, um, Sleepy Boi! It's what Wilbur would call us."

"That works. Now I need you to tell everyone you see that's your name, cause we're under cover and we can't let anyone know our real names," Quackity said, he just had to hope Jack would fall for it.

"Okee Big Q," Tommy said as they passed Jack. He originally walked right by, but did a double take when he saw Tommy.

"Wait is that- no that's impossible," Jack stopped, he said it to no one in particular, but Quackity had heard him.

"Who? This kid," Quackity asked, playing it off. "Why don't you tell Jack your name."

"I'm Sleepy Boi!" Tommy said, putting his fist in the air. There was a moment of confusion on Jack's face, but he seemed to buy it.

"Well if this little guy wants to have a room in my hotel, I might be willing to give it at a discount," Jack said, "well I have work to do, see you around Big Q."

"But that's my hotel," Tommy said as Jack went out of earshot, "Sam told me."

"Well right now you're not old enough to own the hotel," Quackity said, "and because Jack is the only employee he automatically got ownership when you were in the prison."

"I'm going to fire him as soon as I take it back," Tommy said, his head held high.

"Alright, you do that," Quackity chuckled, there was a small chance he would actually do that once they found a way to fix him.

[helliontherapscallion]

Who? (Forlorn Tale of Dionysus Part 2)

Part 1

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 2,843

(A/N): I’m not exactly sure if this will continue any further, this was just a fun little thing I had in my drafts for a while after some interesting convos in my discord server (which you totally should join, it’s a vibe). This is lowkey word vomit, but eh. This is all strictly platonic btw

“Michael, are you sure you saw a house out here? I really don’t think-” You were interrupted by your much shorter friend yanking on your sleeve to get your attention. You looked down at him in question and watched as he raised his hands.

‘I am sure I saw that house, (y/n)! It is here somewhere.’ 

You fiddled with the sleeves of your thick coat with unease, “alright, but if we don’t find it soon I wanna head back. Uncle Boo and Uncle Tubbo are probably going to start to worry.”

Michael huffed at the mention of his parents. You knew how overbearing they were, causing your friend to crave new experiences and adventures. You’d known him for a couple of years now and he was rebelling more with each passing day. You could relate slightly, Philza and Technoblade had hardly let you out of the house without another person to accompany you. You never really understood why, you were almost thirteen now so you should be able to explore what you want. 

An excited squeal left your friend’s mouth before he started to pull you towards something in the distance, startling you out of your trance. You matched his pace with ease and felt nervous excitement tingle in your chest. 

As you got closer, you could make out small details of the cabin. It was a simple small cabin built out of spruce planks with glass windows and a brick chimney, but you liked it. It strangely felt homey. 

You pulled Michael into a nearby shrub underneath a window and peered in. The interior was also as simplistic as the outside was, looking untouched and tidy as if nobody was living there. You could see that the ceilings were taller than average, perhaps a hybrid of some sort lived here? 

Michael tapped your shoulder, ‘it doesn’t look like anybody’s home right now. Let’s go in.’ 

You opened your mouth to object before the sight of his set jaw and his eyes dead set on something inside made you close it. You learned from experience that when he was this determined, there was no stopping him. You sighed, “fine, but the second we get caught, it was your idea.” 

You both made your way to the front door. Without a second thought, Michael twisted the doorknob and swung the door open. A startled snort left his throat as he stumbled inside, making you put a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter. He jabbed the side of your lower torso, ‘shut up, I thought it was going to be locked.’

He pulled you inside and you both explored the living room. Bookshelves and portraits lined the walls, a single large couch sat off to the side, and the fireplace mantle was lined with a few small golden hooks. Michael made a beeline towards it, admiring the metal. It seems that’s what he saw that made him so determined to get inside. You hoped that he wouldn’t steal them and explored the area further. 

The portraits on the walls were a slight shock to you, they all included some people that you could recognize; in one you could make out a picture of younger versions of Ranboo, Philza, Technoblade, and Niki. Technoblade and Philza were sparring with shining golden swords while Ranboo and Niki sat in the grass on a hill watching with interest. Maybe this was just one of their old cabins? 

You saw people that you didn’t recognize as well. Namely a cat hybrid with striking sapphire blue eyes, a man seemingly human (you say seemingly because your eyes caught sight of pointed ears) wearing a white bandana keeping his jet black hair out of his face, a tall man with green freckles and a creeper mask, an anthropomorphic diamond block with beady black eyes and a wide smile, and a man that looked strangely like Ghostbur except he was wearing a uniform of some sort. However, a demon quickly caught your eye and made your heart leap for joy. There was someone out there that was like you! 

The man looked kind, always wearing a cheery smile and occasionally waving at the camera. He was tall and lanky, always towering over the others by a considerable amount. That made sense, Philza had told you that demons were naturally very tall when you asked him why you were growing faster than Michael when the zombie piglin was two years older than you were. Large wings and horns akin to yours sprouted from his back and head respectively. If he wasn’t constantly smiling, you would’ve thought that he was malevolent. 

You heard the rapid footsteps of Michael’s boots behind you as you turned around. You bounced on the balls of your feet excitedly, “Michael look, another demon! Do you think he lives here?”

You watched as he shrugged and pulled you towards the kitchen. ‘I don’t know, but look! There’s another demon that looks exactly like you!’ 

On the kitchen table surrounded by various trinkets (bottles of wine, gold bricks, stale bread, and the decomposed remains of flower crowns and bouquets being the majority of the items) laid a framed picture of said demon lazily smiling and looking off to the side. Michael was right, they looked exactly like you except at least a decade older. Everything matched your physical features to a tee; from the red accents on their black wings to the way they smiled, it was like they were your clone. The only thing of yours that they were missing was the three circular birthmarks on your forehead. It was eerily uncanny. 

Your eyes widened before you snatched the picture off from the table, studying them further. If you squinted, you could see that there was someone barely in frame. You flipped the frame around and took out the picture, unfolding it. In the picture was your adopted father and adopted uncles and aunt. What was going on? If they knew the demon, why didn’t they ever tell you about them? 

‘Woah, that was smart. Do you think you might be related to them or something?’ He tilted his head before he perked up, ‘could they be one of your biological parents?’ 

“Maybe, but if they were, why didn’t my dad tell me about them? I… have a right to know about them, right?”

He nodded firmly, ‘you definitely do. It’s kind of fucked up they haven’t told you anything about them.’ 

“Yeah, it is. Do you think something bad happened to them?... Oh shit, is this a memorial?” You hurriedly refolded the picture and put it back into its frame. 

Michael’s eyes widened and flickered around the table at the trinkets before he fished out two gold bars from his pocket and placed them onto the table. You crossed your arms, “what the fuck man?” 

‘I thought they wouldn’t miss a few pieces of gold! You would’ve done the same thing if you were a piglin,’ he defended himself before he paused and shuddered, ‘we’re in a dead person’s house, that’s creepy… What if their ghost is right behind us?’ 

You spun around and put yourself slightly in front of Michael, your heart beating in your throat. Nothing was there. Michael snorted, making you slap his arm, “not cool, man.” 

You were about to stomp off until a piece of paper caught your eye. It was a drawing of this person done in messy purple crayon, probably done by a very young child. It was signed by a Michael. 

You turned to the wheezing zombie piglin and patiently waited for him to stop laughing. When he did, you showed him the picture, “did you draw this? Did you know them?”

He scrunched up his brow in concentration, squinting at the paper. Eventually he shook his head slowly, ‘I don’t think so. At least I don’t remember drawing it… This is getting weird.’ 

You nodded in agreement, putting the drawing back onto the counter. You walked towards the stairs and climbed them. They creaked under your foot loudly, a part of you was scared that you would fall through them. It was clear they haven’t been used in some time. 

They led to a small loft, the ceiling coming to a point far overhead. A part of you was glad that this stranger (relative? Parent?) was a demon, it wasn’t often that you found lofts that fit all six and a half feet of you. 

Like the rest of the house, it was very simplistic. A gigantic bed laid in the center of the furthest wall, made neatly with multiple fluffy blankets, part you was tempted to catapult yourself onto it. On the nightstand next to it sat a redstone lamp and a frosted glass of water, cracks spider webbing up the sides presumably from the cold. 

You opened the lone drawer and discovered a book. Upon further inspection, you discovered that it was a journal with the name (y/n) written inside the cover. So this person had your name as well as your looks? This merely raised more questions than answers, so you slid the book into a pocket in your coat to read later. Under the book laid another picture of them posing with the strange group of people from the portraits downstairs. The de- (y/n) looked younger there. On the back, the word family was written and it was dated to be about twenty years old. You also pocketed the picture.

Michael walked over to the window and looked out at the vast tundra only to squeal in alarm. He ran over to you and pulled you downstairs. You looked out the window only to yelp when you saw a few crows standing on the window sill staring at you with their beady eyes. 

You and Michael ran out of the house as fast as the both of you could, the snow being slightly tough to run through for the five and a half foot tall zombie piglin. You could hear the crows following you overhead. After a while of running, you both finally got back to Snowchester and raced past Ranboo and Tubbo. You hid in Michael’s room with the curtains tightly drawn. 

You sat on his bed with your legs crossed and your back pressed up against the headboard. You let your head bang against the wall and you ran your hand down your face. “We’re fucked, dude. We’re literally so fucked.”

‘Uncle Phil’s still out of town so it’ll probably be a few days until they find out.’ Michael plopped next to you, panting and trying to regain his breath. “Still, we’re gonna be in so 

much trouble for going that far out. I didn’t think my dad’s crows were still here.”

‘Might as well read the journal you found before we get grounded.’

You nodded and took out the journal, flipping it open to the first page. You both read the journal until it was dark outside and Michael was passed out on your shoulder. Subconsciously, you wrapped your wing around him as you read the journal. 

The other (y/n) acted like you did for the most part, the only differences between you two was the lack of swearing and the fact that they felt alone even when they were surrounded by people. Your family’s names were dropped several times, especially when they were talking about ‘The Syndicate’. The code names they used were after various Greek myths, leading you to believe that Technoblade was one of the founders of the anarchist group. 

You had learned that their family (potentially your family?) was strangely possessed by an egg and that they were previously possessed by said egg. They had a brother named Sapnap (your potential uncle?) that helped them escape to the tundra. It was there that they found the Syndicate, reminding you of the found family tropes you would read in books. The last journal entry detailed their last mission, how they were going to destroy the Eggpire from within and get their family back. That entry in particular gave you chills, even someone with half a brain could tell what happened to them after that. 

By the time you had closed the book, it was dawn and the sun was peeking out from behind the closed curtains. You shook Michael awake and stretched out your aching body. Your neck muscles protested movement, sending a wave of pain across the area. 

‘Damn, did you stay up all night reading that?’ 

“Of course I did, why wouldn’t I? I needed to find out about my biological parent somehow. I just- nothing makes sense, Michael.” You growled out, your voice deepening and distorting slightly as your frustration rose. 

‘Chill! You’ll figure it out soon, let’s just focus on staying under the radar.’ 

“Too late for that.” 

You both jumped and fell off the bed as you heard Philza’s voice. In the doorway, Philza stood with Ranboo, Tubbo, and Technoblade by his side, all looking equally angry and disappointed. Next to you, Michael shrunk in on himself and smiled sheepishly. He was about to raise his hands to sign, but a pointed look from Tubbo next to him told him that there was no getting out of this one. 

Behind the anger, you could tell that something changed about the way the four were looking at you. You couldn’t tell what emotion they were hiding, whether it be wariness, longing, sadness, or just more unleashed anger, but you could tell that they knew something you didn’t. If the frustration that overcame you when you were reading the journal at the lack of questions answered burned inside of you, then what you felt now was a blazing inferno. 

“We’re going home, grab your stuff (y/n).” 

After a short staredown with the older man, you huffed in anger and gathered your things into your bag. The entire time, tense silence filled the room. Your hands were shaking with the rage you felt searing every inch of you. You could hear the sharp flicking of your pointed tail cutting through the air and occasionally hitting objects near you. 

When you were done you stomped over to your adopted family and shouldered between Philza and Technoblade, speed walking down the hallway. They quickly caught up with you after saying a quick apology and a goodbye, Technoblade grabbing your arm and holding it in a vice grip. 

They led you out of the mansion and into the harsh winds of the tundra. It wasn’t until Snowchester was far off in the distance that Technoblade shook your arm, “what the hell were you thinking, going into someone else’s house like that! You don’t know who lived there, you could’ve gotten yourself and Michael killed!” 

“You really thought I wouldn’t find out, didn’t you?” You ripped your arm out of his hold and spoke in a low voice, struggling to contain your full rage. “I have a goddamned right to know about them.” 

“...I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Philza muttered out and resumed walking back towards your house. “You’re grounded when we get back, no flying or dueling lessons for two weeks.” 

“Of course you know what I’m talking about, Dad! Why are you hiding them from me? I have a right to know about my biological parent even if they’re dead!” 

They both halted in their tracks and glanced at each other in slight confusion. “What-”

“You know damn well who I’m talking about. Gods, I can’t believe you thought I’d never find out,” you laughed sardonically as your hand subconsciously gripped your growing horn. “(Y/n)! You know, the demon that lived in that house? The one that looks exactly like me?! Does that ring a bell or do I have to show you this?” 

You rummaged in your pocket and ripped out the picture, shoving it into Philza’s hands. Technoblade looked over his shoulder at what you gave him. You watched as their expressions turned blank when they saw the demon in the picture. 

Minutes passed with them continuing to stare down at the picture and you were slowly getting impatient. “Why did you never tell me about them? Why are you keeping me from them?!” 

Without looking up at you, Philza mumbled, “you weren’t supposed to find out about them. You were never supposed to find out.” 

“Do you have any idea how ambiguous that is? Just tell me who they are!” You could feel your eye twitch as your frustration grew. 

You could see the internal conflict on Philza’s face growing by the second before he dipped his head downwards and stalked off in the opposite direction of the house. You spread your wings to chase him in the air, but Technoblade’s hand on your upper arm stopped you from lifting off. 

When you looked up at him, the look of regret and sorrow etched into his features caught you by surprise. “Let him go, he needs to do some thinking… (y/n), do you know what reincarnation is?”

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┊͙˘͈ᵕ˘͈ ⊰ order up! (requested)

meal consists of: you finally meeting ranboo’s son

ingredients: michael the zombie piglin, proud dad ranboo

You were nervous. That wasn’t without reason though, of course. A close friend of yours, Ranboo, had recently adopted a son. He had also gotten platonically engaged without your knowledge. You weren’t too upset by that, just surprised that he’d gotten all of that done in such a short amount of time. Nowadays, Ranboo spent most of his waking hours working around the mansion that was being built for he, his son, and his fiancé, Tubbo. You’d met Tubbo before, and he was a sweet kid if a bit chaotic. Still, you weren’t sure about their son. What if he didn’t like you?

Upon arriving at Ranboo’s living quarters near the work in progress mansion, you hesitated at the door. Had you properly prepared for such a meeting? Maybe you should just go— Before you were able to leave however, the door opened swiftly, and you froze. There, towering above you, stood Ranboo. You’d forgotten how large he was compared to most of your other friends. His mismatched eyes lit up when he saw you, and he was quick to usher you inside. He began rambling, and you didn’t have the heart to ask him to calm down.

“Oh man, y/n! You’re gonna love Michael, I just know it. Gosh, I’m really glad you came!! Like, Tubbo said you’d chicken out and I’d be disappointed, but you’re here which means he owes me five bucks, and-” You smiled as your tall ender friend went on about his platonic fiancé and his son. He seemed happy, and after all he’d been through that was more than enough for you. You two had made it up to Michael’s room quickly enough, and Ranboo went quiet so as not to startle the small boy. He opened the door slowly, and you held your breath in anticipation.

“Oh my god...” You breathed out.

Michael was there, sitting down underneath a table and scribbling away on a paper with crayons in his hooflike hands. Half of his skull was visible, as you’d expected, and the pale pink fur along his body contrasted to the bleach white of the bone that was exposed on his left side. You felt the tears swelling. You hadn’t expected this, at all. Making your way over to the child, Ranboo hung back anxiously. You were so quiet. His head swam with uncertainty. Was this a bad idea..? You kneeled down next to Michael, who finally looked up at you from the drawing he had been working on.

‘Oink!’ The young lad squealed softly at you, causing a smile to spread across your face. You laughed, carefully picking him up and turning towards Ranboo. The enderman looked shocked, but pleased all the same. He walked over to you both, placing a hand on Michael’s head and sighing in relief as the piglin boy snuggled closer to his dads clawlike fingers.

“Sooo.. What do you think of my son, y/n?” He questioned, head tilted as he smiled in amusement at you. You pretended to think for a moment, which caused Michael to turn to you and pout in an offended manner. You chuckled, bumping your nose against his and finally voicing your thoughts.

“He’s beautiful, Ran. He’s wonderful.”

[louisapennyfeather2021]

Dream SMP Eternals AU Part 2!

Take note that all the Eternals have increased strength. All of their suits also have gold patterns.

Eternals also can't die and come back to life, so any Canon deaths for the DSMP members will be handled as nearly fatal except for those which are permanent(ex: JSchlatt)

Also note that Mahd Wy'ry(pronounced Mad Weer-y) is an "illness" that an Eternal develops when the memories of their past missions/lives come back in fragments. It causes the Eternal to lash out in violent fits and they have no memory of what happens during the fit. It is incurable unless the Eternal had their memories wiped completely and they have to start over from the beginning.

This takes place on a planet known as the Greater SMP.

This group of Eternals is known as Origins. They are one of two groups sent to Greater SMP to eradicate the Deviants and help the people of the planet to develop and grow as to ensure the success of the next Celestial Emergence.

TommyInnit: Better known as Tommy. His powers include the ability to generate shields and the ability to be almost completely silent(used to sneak around and spy). Made to match the form of a 17 year old boy. He wears a red suit with white sleeves. He is hung up on the fact that he will forever look like a child. He tries to make up for it by acting like an adult and pushing the fact that he is a "big man". Tommy, and Tubbo, were gifted two music discs from a village on Greater SMP after killing a Deviant and helping their team save the village. Tommy is very proud of the discs because they remind him of what his true purpose is; to protect the creatures who live on Greater SMP.

Tubbo: His power is the ability to use any nearby object as an explosive. Made to also match the form of a 17 year old boy. He wears a green suit with brown accents. The gold on his suit is shaped like explosions. He doesn't mind how he is made, he enjoys it. It makes him feel infinite. Tubbo is very self aware of his power because it has caused so much damage in the past. He is also weary of it because in a fight against Technoblade, his explosions were used against him and gave him irreversible scarring. Tubbo was also gifted the discs, but he didn't mind letting Tommy have the discs. He valued the sentiment and knew how much the discs meant to Tommy.

Ranboo: His power is the ability to teleport. Made to also match the form of a 17 year old boy. He wears a black and white suit with purple and green swirls on it. Because of how tall he is, he doesn't notice that he is technically "17". He worries that he is developing Mahd Wy'ry every time he teleports because be starts hearing voices in his head. Tubbo and Niki help to keep him sane and stable. Ranboo and Tubbo take in a young zombie piglin(who they name Michael) from a region of Greater SMP known as The Nether. Once Ranboo realizes what the mission of the Eternals is and what that would mean for Michael, Ranboo joins The Syndicate.

Wilbur Soot: Known as Wilbur. His power is advanced alchemy, or the ability to take one form of matter and turn it into another form of matter. Made to match the form of a 26 year old man. He wears a yellow suit with a brown cape. Wilbur is well aware of how well practiced he is with his power. He begins experimenting on just how far his power can go. He develops Mahd Wy'ry, which drives him to exploring the explosive and deadly combinations of chemistry. In his worst fit of Mahd Wy'ry, Wilbur gets the inspiration and sets up the plan to blow up a nation known as L'Manberg. Wilbur blows up the entire small nation in an attempt to stall the next Celestial Emergence, all while in a sane mindset. Wilbur begs Phil to kill him after he succeeds with his plan, saying the Mahd Wy'ry is too much of a burden and he just wants to be free of it all.

Philza: Better known as Phil. His powers include the ability to fly and know exactly where the other Eternals are located. Made to match the form of a 33 year old man. His suit is different shades of green and he has two pieces of white fabric on his shoulders that hang freely(to resemble wings). Phil helped to defeat the Deviants on Greater SMP before he disappeared without a word for a century. When he eventually received word of Wilbur suffering from Mahd Wy'ry, he quickly returned to try and help the man he saw as a son for so many centuries. When he's too late and Wilbur begs Phil to kill him, Phil grants Wilbur his wish and kills Wilbur. He does it because he has seen how painful Mahd Wy'ry is and he can see that Wilbur has suffered greatly from the illness. He stays on Greater SMP after that, guilty for leaving for so long and for his family having been forced to suffer so much in his absence.

Technoblade: Better known as Techno or The Blade. His powers include the ability to summon any weapon out of thin air and the ability to create three headed spirits to help him fight. Made to match the form of a 22 year old man. His suit is pink and white with a red cape and red belt. He uses the skull of a Deviant that resembled a wild pig as a trophy and a mask. Techno traveled with Phil for about twenty years before returning to Greater SMP. He returned after Phil told him the true purpose of Eternals with the intention of stopping the Emergence. Techno knew about Wilbur's plans and the Mahd Wy'ry. He was the one to send word to Phil. After Phil returned and Wilbur was killed, Techno felt Wilbur's explosions hadn't done enough damage. He summoned his spirits to help him cause even more destruction to, at the very least, stall the Emergence. He eventually disclosed his plans to Phil and Phil agreed to help him. They formed an group known as The Syndicate with the purpose to rebelling against the Celestials and stopping the Emergence for good on Greater SMP.

Nihachu: Better known a Niki. Her power is the ability to manipulate water. Made to match the form of a 20 year old woman. Her suit is pastel blue and pastel pink. Niki has always had strong faith in her purpose as an Eternal in in the Prime Celestial, Dream XD. She started to stray from that faith after joining Wilbur in the aftermath of the L'Manberg War for Independence. She started to question her faith in not only the Celestials, but also in her fellow Eternals when many of them got involved in the wars of L'Manberg. She eventually turned on many of them, the final straw being when she learned the true purpose of the Eternals' mission on Greater SMP. She joined the Syndicate with Phil and Techno with a new faith in wanting to protect and further the existence of life on Greater SMP.

Fundy: His powers include the ability to turn invisible. He was made to match the form of 22 year old anthropomorphic fox. His suit is black with orange, yellow, and blue accents. Fundy always saw Wilbur as a mentor. He traveled Greater SMP with Wilbur from day one. He grew close with the citizens of L'Manberg and helped inspire them to make a move for independence. Fundy started to notice when Wilbur pulled away and started to retreat into his mind. Fundy tried to keep Wilbur sane, but when the Mahd Wy'ry sets in completely, Fundy starts to lose hope that he can help Wilbur. He turns from ever thinking Wilbur can be saved when Wilbur talks about blowing up L'Manberg while not being affected by Mahd Wy'ry. Fundy defects from the Origins team and eventually joins members who have defected from the Hunters team in a country called Las Nevadas.

Jack Manifold: His power is the ability to create images of the inner workings, or "blueprints", of anything. He was made to match the form of a 19 year old person, but he has more bionic traits. His suit is dark blue with black accents. He created glasses with blue and red lenses to help him differentiate between details in his images. Jack is one of the Eternals who has easily been able to form bonds with the other Eternals, including those on the Hunters team. His closest friends, however, are Niki and Tubbo. Jack used to have a very strong friendship with Tommy, but he quickly grew resentful towards Tommy because Tommy was the cause of a lot of loss in Jack's life, even if indirectly. He defects from Origins and starts to form bonds with some citizens of a small village near the ruins of L'Manberg. The citizens eventually name their new country Manifold Land and Jack remains a permanent resident of the land. Jack doesn't really interact with the other Eternals unless it's Niki or Tubbo.

Eret: Their power is telekinesis. They are made to match the form of a 23 year old. Their suit is red with gray accents. They wear black glasses to hide the fact that their eyes are natural all white. Eret had always been friends with the other Eternals. It wasn't until the L'Manberg War for Independence that Eret outright betrayed the others. Eret did it because she had helped found a community that she loved. Dream threatened to burn down the community if Eret didn't help Dream stop Wilbur and the others from getting involved with the L'Manberg war. After Eret betrayed Wilbur and the others, he retreated to his community and went to no contact with the rest of the Eternals. It was months before he came into contact with any of them again. Eret was okay with that as long as it meant they could help their community grow.

DropsByPonk: More familiarly known as "Ponk". His power is the ability materialize any object out of thin air. He was made to match the form of a 21 year old. Their suit is black with orange and yellow accents. Ponk wears a black, yellow, and orange mask that covers their entire face. Ponk is well known on Greater SMP for just doing whatever he wants, within reason. He uses his ability to make anything materialize and uses it as a way to successfully con other Eternals and even inhabitants of Greater SMP into just giving him whatever he asks for. He really enjoys tricking anyone and everyone. Ponk developed a relationship with Sam until Ponk was corrupted by The Egg. Their relationship continued to deteriorate after Ponk tried to gain access to The Prison, resulting in Sam torturing Ponk until he cut off one of Ponk's arms. Ponk is able to interact with most of the other Eternals peacefully, but he prefers keeping to himself after he starts to suffer just by being associated with some Eternals.

JSchlatt: Better known as Schlatt. His power is the ability to make traps that stick to the victim(like spider webs). Made to match the form of a 22 year old man. He is designed to appear as a human-ram hybrid. His suit is black with light gray accents. Schlatt has always been distant from the other Eternals. He never connected with them to very well, even with Origins. He was the first of any Eternal on Greater SMP to die.

ConnorEatsPants: Better known as Connor. His power is increased speed. He was made to match the form of a 22 year old man. His suit is blue with yellow accents. Connor uses humor to connect with the other Eternals and he accidentally acts a mediator. He gets ignored by other Eternals a lot because they don't take him seriously. The only Eternal he really gets along with is Purpled, which is mostly due to a very old and very much still alive rivalry to see who is faster. He likes interacting with the citizens across Greater SMP because they appreciate his humor. When he learns about the impending Emergence, he joins The Syndicate so he can keep the people who appreciate him alive.

Eryn: His power is the ability to create illusions. He was made to match the form of a 17 year old. Their suit is black with red swirls on his arms. Eryn is similar to Connor in how they both use humor to cope and to handle situations. Eryn has a strong friendship with Tommy, but they also develop a sibling-like relationship with Sapnap. Eryn uses the tensions between Dream and Tommy as well as the attention the two have drawn to engage in his own adventures. They are able to engage in mischievous games amongst the inhabitants of Greater SMP without repercussions due to any authoritive figures being preoccupied with the events occurring across Greater SMP. Eryn ends up spending so much time with Sapnap that he inevitably felt the influence of Dream. Eryn even grew to idolize Dream, in secret. They could never let Tommy or Sapnap know that they idolized and sympathized with someone who put so many people and Eternals through so much.

[squimari]

Michael watched as Tubbo headbutted Ranboo lovingly, the pair giggling as Tubbo rubbed his head in faux pain.

The young zombie piglin gazed questioningly at Technoblade, who seemed to have seen the interaction— although less enthused.

Michael looked back at his parents before softly bumping his head against Techno’s leg, letting out a soft snort at the impact. A small attempt to imitate his parents.

Technoblade looked at the small, somewhat deformed hybrid push itself against him. He scoffed before crouching to his height. The blood God’s eyes bore into Michael’s blank and beady ones.

He nudged the small creature with his forehead, sending him back a little. Michael falls into a sitting position. He snorts again.

“That’ll do, kid. That’ll do.”

[hamletteprinceofdenmark]

[redrobbingabank]

Crossover

Ranboo and Tubbo didn’t mean to go to the Last Life SMP. They didn’t even know how they’d gotten there. The last thing either of them remembered was Ranboo, jumping into the tank in his lab and Tubbo diving in after him.

Now they were in a forest alone, and Ranboo’s red eye turned green and both of Tubbo’s turned yellow.

The members were nice enough at first. No one was red, and the pair were the only teenagers. A well meaning Bdubs pulled them aside once to warn them about the Bogeyman. “It could be you any day,” he told them in a low voice, glancing around like he was telling a ghost story.

“How do you know it’s you?” Ranboo had asked.

Bdubs had pulled aside the collar of his shirt to reveal a tally mark on his neck, blackened and faded. “You’ll know.”

Ranboo looked at the scars already wrapping around his friend’s skin. His face set in cold resignation. “Alright, then.”

Everyone on the server was chaotic, the two figured out, but they had never fought for their lives. To them, it was a game. But for Ranboo and Tubbo, who knew what it felt like to be on one heart, to feel TNT’s charge blow your hair back, it was real. The two didn’t make friends, save for a tentative alliance with Scott. Tubbo remembered him vaguely, from a past server that put a fuzzy joy in his head. He knew Dream had destroyed the portal months ago. The purple frame lay defunct somewhere near Snowchester now.

Once, when he’d been infected with the Bogeyman’s illness, Scar had decided to go after Ranboo. It was the nieces thing, he thought, since the kid was the only one left on the server with a green name. He snuck up on him while he was mining. He wasn’t expecting the boy’s startled yelp to summon Tubbo, seemingly instantaneously, with a terrifying yell and the sparks of a pearl still flying, wielding an axe he’d broken the rules to enchant.

Scar failed that day.

Grian, on a mining trip, came across a vault, filled with stacks and stacks of TNT. It was more than he’d ever seen(and that was saying something). There was an old patch taped to the wall: Snowchester’s crest, torn off of Tubbo’s coat when he realized the server was too hot to wear it. With anyone else, Grian would have stolen at least half of it. He looked at the patch and closed the door.

Once, Scott was out looking for sugarcane. Quiet sobs and a whispered, “Come on, Boo, you’re hurting yourself. It’s alright,” brought him to drink an invis potion and go looking. Ranboo and Tubbo were in the forest, staring down at a picture. Steam rose from Ranboo’s face where tears streamed.

“How could I forget him, Tubbo?” he cried.

“I mean, it’s kind of your thing, bossman.” Tubbo was trying to keep his voice light, but a deadened sadness was in his eyes as he looked down at the image. Ranboo hiccuped.

Scott snuck closer until his was looking over Ranboo’s shoulder. The picture was of a young zombie piglin, the name Michael embroidered on his overalls.

[votederpycausemufins]

Here’s another chapter! Y’all are gonna hate the ending.

@petrichormeraki

Grian knocked on the closet door. “Hey Xannes, I know you’re in there.”

“I’m busy! Go away!” Evil Xisuma’s voice came from inside.

“If you don’t come out now, I can get rid of the door completely and let people see inside. NPG’s told me it’s private information, but I’m sure sharing would be fine.”

There was silence before Xannes spoke again. “I’ll be right out!” There was a bit of clattering and then the hels admin opened the door as little as he could while also being able to squeeze through it.

“Nice sweater.” Grian pointed at the bright pink and yellow sweater Xannes was wearing before he quickly pulled it off and balled it up before throwing it into the closet.

“What the fuck do you want?” Then he looked over at Tommy. “And why is he here?”

“We need to get back to Hermitcraft and that’s Tommy. He’s from our dimension, not this one. We already met Theseus.”

Xannes crossed his arms. “And what do I get out of it?”

“You could come visit Hermitcraft again?” Mumbo suggested, but the admin just shook his head. “I thought you wanted that.”

“Oh, of course I do, but you know how I’m always visiting with NPG? That’s because my brother won’t let me in without him. Since he’s busy with Theseus, I can’t go anywhere.”

“Hey, before we left visiting, he said something about messaging you. Any chance that could be about NPG?” Tommy piped up.

Xannes hummed in acknowledgement before pressing something on his helmet. “So he did. Something I’ll need to tell Prof about. He’s actually going to be away for a few days to visit family. Something about seeing distorted mirrors or whatever.” He pressed the button again. “Alright, call NPG here and we can go.”

“Do I really need to discuss this? I have gone over this with my one dad before and have recovered from the events connected to my brainwashing.” Grum tried reasoning with Puffy who was insisting he had a therapy session with her. “I think there are more important matters to discuss other than my mental health.” 

“Your mental health is extremely important. Especially when you’re stuck in an unfamiliar place. And I’m not sure that having your dad as a therapist is the best practice.”

Grum frowned. “Technically a therapist should not have any relation with their patient outside of business work, usually up to three years I believe. But our admin is not fond of us leaving our world, so Daddy is the only option.”

“Well a second opinion would still be a good idea.” Puffy said, and Grum sighed before slumping in his seat. “I’m guessing that’s you reluctantly agreeing?”

“Yes, however I do have a condition.”

“What’s that?”

Grum gave a slight smirk. “That’s to have a significant influence on or determine the manner or outcome of something. But that’s not important right now. My condition is That between your questions for me, you allow me to ask my own questions.”

“Alright, but I may not answer everything you ask. Somethings may be a bit hard to hear or take too much explaining.”

“That is better than nothing.”

“Alright, so your brother mentioned you were brainwashed. How did that happen?”

“On our server, a system was started to buy plots of land on which to build shops, a ten by ten meter area being sold for one diamond block. It was started as a joke, but everyone went along with it. Soon there was a large diamond pile sitting in the middle of the shopping district. Dad thought someone needed to be in charge of it and created a town hall to place the blocks in and then created an election for mayor, nominating Daddy as a candidate. There were five total candidates, but by election, one had dropped out. One of the candidates was someone named Stress.

“She joined the election with Iskall as her running mate with a slogan and choice of colors. Meanwhile I was created to help my dads win. Just before the official election, Iskall appeared at my platform to get ideas from me. I refused to help anyone other than my dads, so he broke in and rewired me. Dad tried to help fix me when he found out what happened, but he does not know redstone well and only slightly fixed it. Daddy then came over and fixed me, but at that point, the stress of what happened and the fact that it was election day and it didn’t seem like my dads were winning ended with me breaking down.”

“That does sound like a lot to happen to someone so young. Even if as a robot you have the mental capacity of someone older, from what you’ve told me, you aren’t even a year old yet.”

“Correct.”

“Now, you said certain slogan and certain colors. What-”

“No. It is my turn for a question. Do you know someone by the name of Tommy Innit?”

“Uh, yes I do.” Puffy replied, waiting for Grum to ask more, but he simply nodded. “Are you going to ask more?”

“No. I have asked my question and now it is your turn.”

“Right. What were those colors and slogan?”

“I do not want to repeat the slogan. However, Stress was fond of alliums and used their dye.”

“Well then, that seems like something we should cover. The slogan likely may be a trigger to you.”

“Yes. How do you know Tommy?”

“I’ve… met him and his family before.”

Grum narrowed his eyes. “Is that all you are willing to say?”

“It’s my turn for a question.” Puffy responded, and Grum had to concede to his own rules. “How are you around Stress and Iskall?”

“Fine. They are my aunt and auncle now. Stress may have been running, but Iskall was acting on his own. At the time they were unaware how sentient of a being I was and is greatly apologetic for what they have done. They are very close with my dads and usually messed with things they ade, so at the time it seemed no different to him. Is Tommy from this server.”

“From this server? No, I believe he’s from SMP Earth.”

Grum had to keep himself from cursing. Now he was sure she was dodging his questions.

“Have you ever had negative experiences around Stress and Iskall after the initial incident?”

“Yes, the most prominent was when I first saw Iskall after getting my new body. After that was when I found a campaign sign that had not been taken down.” Grum paused before asking his question, having an idea. “If I asked you to give me a diamond and ask me a certain question with the guarantee that afterwards I would let you ask all your own questions and none more from me, would you do it?”

“I… suppose I could. I would have to find a dia-” Grum pulled one of on his inventory, always keeping a few on him for Jrum. “I guess that will work, what’s the question?”

“Ask me ‘Who is Tommy Innit?’”

This time Puffy looked unsure, but reluctantly she handed Grum the diamond back and asked the question. The diamond disappeared as it started up Grum’s system. He was primed, he bootloaded his brain, he flooded the mayoral reservoirs and then, he found the answer.

“Tommy Innit is the youngest son of Philza Minecraft, former ruler of the Antarctic Empire. He has three brothers. After the decline of the Antarctic Empire, Tommy was allowed to join the ↸∷ᒷᔑᒲ ᓭᒲ!¡ ᔑリ↸ ∴ᒷリℸ ̣  𝙹リ ℸ ̣ 𝙹- ℸ ̣ 𝙹- ℸ ̣ 𝙹- ℸ ̣ 𝙹- ℸ ̣ 𝙹- Gᒷt ⊣o∷gᒷo⚍s.”

Grum was holding his head. Something was wrong. It.. purple. Why was it purple? He couldn’t think right. Why? Why again? Was it because they were talking about it all and he tried to access the mayoral reservoirs? “⍑ᒷꖎ!¡. ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡. ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡. !¡∷𝙹ᓵᒷᓭᓭ𝙹∷ ⎓ᔑ╎ꖎ╎リ⊣. ∷ᒷ!¡ᔑ╎∷ᓭ リᒷᒷ↸ᒷ↸. ꖎ𝙹ᓵᔑℸ ̣ ᒷ ᔑ↸ᒲ╎リ╎ᓭℸ ̣ ∷ᔑℸ ̣ 𝙹∷. ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡. ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡. ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡. ⍑-⍑ e l p m e. D a d s h e l p m e!”

“Du du du, du du durudu, du du du duuu! D-d-dance Grian! Du du du, du du durudu, guinea pig dance! D-d-dance Grian!” Jrumbot was singing while in the nether, mining up some quartz, both for redstone as well as for snacks. “Du du du, du du durudu, du du du duuu! D-d-dance Grian! Du du du, du du durudu, guinea pig dance! Dance dance dance dance da-da-dan guinea pig, guinea pig, guinea pig, guinea pig. Dance dance dance dance dancedance, guinea pig dance!”

He heard the sound of a piglin and immediately stopped to make sure his gold booties were on, glad to see they were, then he realized that it wasn’t actually a piglin, but a zombie piglin, and a young one at that. Then, he realized it wasn’t just a normal sound. The noises were in the same tune as the song he had just been singing. “Hello? Is someone there?”

The noises stopped and jrum would furrow his brow if he had one. Then he got an idea. “Well! I guess I was just hearing things!” He said a little louder than needed before going back to the song. This time he paid attention as the humming of a baby ziglin started up again and Jrum started walking towards it, lowering his voice volume so whoever it was couldn’t tell he was coming closer.

Finally Grum found a hole and peaked inside, scaring the young Ziglin. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you! I just heard you humming along to me!” They were quiet, but Jrum did get a wave from the mob. “My name is Jrum! What’s yours?”

The Ziglin snorted and Jrum smiled. “Oh! Michael is a very nice name! What are you doing in a hole?” Another few snorts. “Huh, I guess that makes sense. My dads kept my brother in a box until it was okay to move him so he could get a body like the one I’m in! I got mine at the same time too by the way.”

Jrum chatted with Michael for a bit before something was said that made the ziglin sad. “Aww, what’s wrong?” Jrum asked, listening to the snorts in response. “Aww, well I hope Boo can find Bee. I got lost once and my dads found me, so I’m sure that your parents can find each other too!” A single happy snort. “Yes, Boo! He can do it. Wait behind me?”

Michael had shaken his head and pointed behind Jrum. When the robot turned around, he had to crane his head up at the figure that towered above him. They were half black and half white with the purple eyes of an enderman, streaks going down on the white side of their face from the eye. Jrum thought he also saw some mirrored on the black side, but it was hard to tell.”

“Who are you and why are you with Michael?”

“Um, I’m Jrum and I was mining in here while singing and then Michael sang along and now we’re friends.”

“I see. And what were you mining for?”

“Quartz! I’m a robot and so is my brother and we eat quartz instead of normal food, plus I need it for some redstone things.”

“I see. And are you-”

“Am I what?” Jrum asked when the person stopped talking, their eyes fading from purple and into green and red.

“Oh! Hello! Who are you?”

“Um… Jrum?” Jrum was confused by a number of things. The person’s changing eye colors, the repeated question, the tone of their voice changing from serious to chipper and finally the change to the common language. “You asked that already.”

“I did?” He asked, and then pulled out a book. “I don’t have anything written down about meeting someone like you.”

“Well we just met a minute ago. You asked what I was doing with Michael.”

“Oh, did you make a friend Michael?” The young ziglin nodded and then the person started writing in his book.

“Um, so what’s your name?”

“Oh! I’m Ranboo.”

Jrum smiled a little at the name. “Oh! Michael said his parents were Bee ‘n Boo, so you must be Boo!”

“That’s right. You’re able to understand him?”

“Yep!” Jrum nodded. “When I go to visit my sort of big brother he lets me visit Prof and Prof likes to give me presents like a language translator! My brother has one too!”

“What’s your brother’s name?”

“He’s Grum. We sort of got stuck in this world for a bit but we’re gonna try and find a way back and even if we can’t I’m sure our dads can find us!” Ranboo nodded and wrote down more in his book, making Jrum speak up again. “What’s that?”

“Oh, um… It’s my memory book. I’m not… entirely the best at remembering, so I write stuff down.”

“Oh! That’s cool!” Jrum smiled. “Well, I’m gonna go back to mining! Bye Michael! Bye Dad Boo!” And Jrum skipped away, humming a new song that mentioned being AFK.

“Mumbo! Mumbo Mumbo Mumbo Mumbo!” Grian started shouting, trying to get the redstoner’s attention.

“What’s wrong?”

“Look!” And Grian shoved his communicator in Mumbo’s face. “They’re alive! Or at least… they’re not completely gone!”

Tommy and Phil also came over to see what was going on as Mumbo read messages on Grian’s comm. “They both ran out of battery.”

“Yes! I mean, it’s not good because I doubt they have a way to charge again, which is not a good sign, but it means that they’re not gone forever!”

“Wait, how do you know that?” Phil asked and Grian showed him the phone.

“We set something up a while ago so we get notifications for them when something happens like they run out of battery or get badly damaged. Looking at the timestamps, these were sent while we were in Helscraft, but we didn’t get the notifications until coming back to this dimension.”

“Is there any way to track the signal?” Tubbo asked, making Grian light up.

“Maybe! It would take a lot of time though, so it might be good to have someone here work on that while we check the-” Grian stopped, his comm buzzing. “What?”

Tommy leaned in to read the new messages.

[Bot Status] Grum has run into a processing error

[Bot Status] Grum has run into a database error

[Bot Status] Grum has run into a mental error

[Bot Status] Grum has shut down due to extreme stress

[Bot Status] Jrum has encountered a virus

[Bot Status] Virus has been dealt with

[Bot Status] : )

[redsiren308]

The Nether is vastly different within the HNK AU

Rather than being a fiery hellscape, the Nether is a vast ocean reef. It's inhabitants consist of fish, mutated fish, and the third sapient species: The Admirabilis.

Piglins and Zombie Piglins are Admirabilis

Hoglins are mindless admirabilis

Blazes are mutated shrimp things

Striders are sea turtles

Ghasts are giant hostile squids and octopi

Wither Skeletons.. are shells and fractals of incomplete Gems who took form from the sand and salt

The Wither itself is an amalgamate of seashell and gem dust alike.

Known Admirabilis to live close to the land are Sally, who died a long time ago to a Lunarian attack while living with Golden Heliodor

Michael, a young Admirabilis who was adopted by Honeycomb Calcite and Onyx

And Michelle, a baby Admirabilis who was found caught in a net on the beachside by Boulder Opal

[a-non-ymouswriter]

How would the Inniters and bees react to Michael (who is kimd of their youngest brother) , Michelle, Junior and Finley? (Finley is Foolish's daughter! This guy is turning into fanon Philza Minecraft!)

How would the dad's react?

first off, the bees would be very curious about michael and the fact that their younger alternate dad who is like, a year younger than bee sapnap is actually married to ranboo (mono might be here, who knows) and they adopted a zombie piglin child.

they adore the zombie piglin child

inniters would be intrigued by the child and innit techno is glad he's technically not the youngest anymore despite his brothers teasings.

michelle, junior and finley are treated the same way. the bees and inniters like kids.

did that mean they should be around such young, innocent and very easily influenced children? probably not seeing as we have bee george sleeping on babysitter duty while bee sapnap and innit wilbur toss a happily shrieking finley back and forth in a literal child's play of catch. innit philza somewhat being a responsible son and trying to stop bee sapnap and techno from teaching michael some questionably age appropriate things like how to kill a guy by either burning and or stabbing them while bee dream leads junior and finley around safe enough but where the hell did they get all those gems? dream? dream what did you do?

the dads are just hanging back, processing that there are more kids around and probably more chaos. though theo is happy to see foolish having such nice children and is sorry for his own children infecting them with chaos.

[lord-of-gender]

A Small Problem - Part 2

Once again my inspiration comes from @deyageka

Word count: 1960

Syndicate Meeting

"Perhaps if we-" Phil was saying as Ranboo came into the meeting room, with Tommy right at his heels. It had been two months since they originally found him in the prison and Ranboo had volunteered to watch him that day, completely forgetting about the meeting. He knew he didn't have to come, but it was a good excuse to finally tell them about Tommy.

"Hi, sorry I'm late," Ranboo said awkwardly, knowing the other explanation that he would have to give.

"Hallo!" Tommy said cheerily, moving to stand next to Ranboo, some paper and coloring pigments in his arms.

"What the actual fuck," Phil said, he did a double take when he saw Tommy.

"Heh!?" Techno exclaimed, of all the things he expected, a young Tommy was not on the list. "How?! I thought you said he was dead."

"No, no, no, don't tell me that's Tommy," Niki said, shaking her head.

"Yes, he did die, but Dream revived him," Ranboo said, shifting from foot to foot, "I think that's what happened. Sam found him in the prison like this."

"So that's why you asked me, Tommy couldn't keep his mouth shut," Phil muttered, talking about when Ranboo asked about the old Empire. He knew Ghostbur wouldn't have remembered it, or else he would have mentioned it to him.

"I'm the Empire-er," Tommy went up to Techhno and held up a wooden sword, he also wore the paper crown he made. "Like you."

"Be quiet," Techno growled, Tommy backed away, this wasn't the Technoblade he remembered. The boy ran over to Ranboo and buried his head in his shirt. Ranboo could feel his shirt start to get wet as Tommy started to cry. What had he done wrong? Why was Techno mad at him?

"Oh my gosh, Tommy are you okay," Ranboo knelt down to Tommy's level, taking out a cloth so he wouldn't get wet from the boy's tears.

"Tech-no does-n't like me," Tommy sobbed, sniffling between words.

"Oh, I'm sure that's not true," Ranboo said, he looked back at Phil and Niki, silently asking them for help. "He's just surprised to see you."

"I just want Wilbur," Tommy said, his cries starting to die down and reduce to hiccups. "Sam pwomised he would find him."

"He doesn't know," Phil asked, at this age Tommy had idolized Techno and Wilbur. He followed Techno around everywhere and wanted to know everything about him.

"Know, what," Tommy sniffed, using his sleeve to wipe off mucus. "What don't I know?"

"A few months ago," Phil came over and crouched in front of Tommy. "Something happened and-"

"It might be better to find Gho-Wilbur first to tell him," Techno said, the voices had been telling him one of two things. To protect Tommy as all costs, or to kill Tommy for being an orphan. "Who's watching him? Or is he an orphan?"

"I- uh- Sam is mainly taking care of him, so no, he's not an orphan," Ranboo stuttered, knowing a bit of Techno's history with orphans.

"I mean last time I checked I wasn't fucking dead," Phil chuckled, Niki started giggling.

"So what's the plan for today," Ranboo asked, he picked up Tommy as the boy kept pulling on his shirt.

"We're going to do some recon on the Egg," Techno said, "Phil received an invitation to some banquet so we're going to check it out beforehand."

"So I probably shouldn't have brought him," Ranboo said, talking about Tommy as he started to nod off.

"Can't we take him to Snowchester," Phil said, subtly asking if Tommy could stay with Micheal.

"I don't know, Tubbo's not going to be there for a while. He and Jack are busy doing something," Ranboo didn't know what it was there were doing, but it seemed important to Tubbo. And he didn't want Sam to get mad at him for leaving Tommy alone for a little bit.

"He'll be fine alone," Phil said, "We used to do that all the time when he was originally this age."

"You are a terrible parent," Ranboo said.

"Okay mate," Phil rolled his eyes, "you can't be speaking here. Especially not about that shit."

"I wanna stay here," Tommy piped in.

"We could talk to Puffy on our way," Techno said.

"Auntie Puffy!" Tommy said excitedly, bouncing in Ranboo's arms. At the mention of Puffy he had brightened up and got energetic again.

"I guess we have our answer then," Niki laughed.

"Are you good to stay here by yourself for a bit," Ranboo asked. Tommy shook his head and pointed at Niki, she seemed nice.

"Huh, he didn't mind staying home when I took care of him," Phil said.

"Well we think he might have vague memories of what happened in his past," Ranboo lowered his voice and put Tommy down to let him walk over to Niki. "Sometimes he'll just freeze when coming near lava or even a Nether Portal. We've noticed that most of the time he hates being alone."

"I want to stay wif you," Tommy said to Niki.

"I don't know, Puffy and I don't have the greatest history," Niki said, then looked down at Tommy's face as he started to pout. "But I can't say no to you. You are absolutely adorable. Okay, just this once."

"Go now," Tommy waved at them as he sat in the chair next to Niki.

"He does that alot," Ranboo chuckled, "see you later, Tommy."

"Okay Ranboo," Tommy pulled out Clementine from his inventory and made airplane noises as he moved it in the air. Ranboo, Techno, and Philza left the meeting room as Niki laughed with Tommy.

"I haven't seen him like that since," Phil started but trailed off.

"Well of course not, he's a little kid again," Ranboo said.

"Pogtopia," Techno finished for Phil, "he has that light in his eyes again. I remember when we were building that big obnoxious tower, but it made him happy."

"How long had Tommy been with you," Ranboo asked.

"I found him when he was four or five," Phil said, "Wilbur is my only biological son. I adopted Tubbo when he was five as well."

"It's still weird seeing Tommy at that age again," Techno said.

"Yeah, I can't imagine how much of a shock it was when I brought him in there," Ranboo said, he should have thought about it beforehand.

"Oh we were surprised for sure," Philza laughed.

After the trip through the Nether to the community portal they found Bad, Ant, and Punz waiting right outside of the portal. How were they supposed to tell Puffy now?

"Hello, Philza," Punz said, "I didn't think you'd only have two people coming with you."

"Our fourth member is on her way," Techno said, "don't try and threaten us. We have all the power here."

"Ranboo, go talk to Puffy," Phil whispered to him. "Gentlemen, there's no need to fight. We were just curious about the meaning of this invitation I received."

"Ah yes, the banquet," Ant said, "the egg has realized it over stepped a bit, so we've been cleaning up some of the vines and are holding a festival of sorts as a formal apology to the server. You are all invited, we just wanted Phil as a guest of honor."

"Well I'm pretty sure the last time I went to a festival, it didn't turn out well," Techno chuckled, but the voices had raised a good question. Why Phil?

"We swear it won't end like those," Bad said, "I mean we aren't L'Manburg after all."

"Maybe Techno would be more convinced if we saw this change ourselves," Phil said as he spotted Puffy coming towards them, then messaged Niki. Ranboo rejoined the group.

"Of course," Bad said turning around, allowing Puffy to go around them then enter the Nether.

"So uh, where's Skeppy," Ranboo asked, he'd heard from Sam that he had also been infected. "I haven't seen him around recently."

"We don't know," Punz said, "haven't seen him in a while."

"So when you say everyone is invited, who does this include," Phil asked, if they invited the whole server this could be a problem. Tommy couldn't just be left alone for a few hours, but the last thing they wanted was to take him near the Egg.

"Well everyone, except for Dream of course," Bad said, "but alot have said they'll be busy and unable to make it." They walked along the prime path where huge vines used to be, it appeared that they had been cleaned up. Soon Niki caught up with then.

"So what's going on," She asked, holding a cheerful expression to disguise the fact they were hiding something.

"We were just telling them about the banquet," Bad said, "you're coming, right Niki?"

"Of course, I wouldn't miss it," She said.

Something about the banquet and how similar it was to the L'Manburg festivals didn't sit right with Techno. To make matters worse he had just received a message from Quackity.

"I have to do something, you guys can fill me in when we get back," Techno said, he noticed Phil's questioning expression. "Don't worry it has nothing to do with my favor."

"See you later Techno," Ranboo said, he had been wondering the same thing but didn't want to say anything.

"Yeah, I'll say hi to the kid for you," Techno said. It was a throw away comment, but it seemed to interest Bad.

"Kid?" He asked, after checking that Techno was out of hearing range Ranboo responded with: "Yeah, me and Tubbo adopted."

"Oh, you mean Michael," Bad said, he'd heard about the young zombie piglin.

"We were going to Snowchester afterwards," Phil said, easily going along with Ranboo's lie.

"Yeah! You know, every member is important," Niki said, she had no idea who they were talking about, but she could use what they had said to play along.

“Well we should probably let you guys do that,” Bad said, he wasn’t sure if it was time to show them the Egg. No, it wasn’t, they had enough evidence from them to go to the banquet.

“Yes, you’re right,” Ranboo was getting uneasy, he didn’t like anything about the Egg or the Eggpire.

“See you the 25th!”

[amintyworld]

Dream SMP Written Animatic: For the First Time In Forever

(What is a written animatic, you say? Imagine an animatic but in script form. I have no art ability whatsoever, but this idea has been getting at me for weeks, and it's too good not to post. * will be for singing parts, () for descriptions and actions, and '' for talking. Anyways, enjoy!)

TW: Long post

Quick Summary: It's Michael's 16th birthday, meaning that for the first time in his young life he'll be allowed to go outside and meet people, being old enough and trained enough to protect himself.

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(Tubbo hums as he walks down the hall, getting to a door and knocking.)

Tubbo: 'Michael? You've gotta get up, it's time to get ready.'

(Michael is in a blanket burrito in his bed, his best chicken looking at him from the nightstand, annoyed at its failed earlier attempts to wake him up.)

Michael, yawning: 'Ready for what...?'

Tubbo, smirking and shaking his head on the other side of the door: It's your sixteenth birthday party?

Michael, shifting: 'My... my sixteenth...?'

(Michael's eyes land on the calendar on his wall, today's date circled over 20 times. His eyes widen as he smiles. We go back to Tubbo n the other side of the door as it swings open, the zombie piglin running out into the hallway, already dressed with his chicken running after him. Tubbo just barely manages to dodge the door hitting him in the face as he laughs at his son's excitement.)

Michael, giggling excitedly: 'It's my birthday!'

Tubbo, smiling and laughing: 'Be careful!'

(Michael slides down the ladder, rushing toward the hallway.)

Michael: *The window is open, so's that door*

Michael, leaning down to pick up his chicken and talking to it: *I didn't know they did that anymore!*

(Michael looks down at the dining room with a large table, excited.)

Michael: *Who knew we owned a thousands salad plates?!*

(Michael rushes down another hall, his chicken on top of his head.)

Michael: *For years I've roamed these empty halls*

(Michael slides through the ballroom.)

Michael: *Why have a ballroom with no balls?*

(As Michael slides through the ballroom he gains speed, the chicken barely holding on.)

Michael: *Finally they're opening up the gates!*

(He crashes into a wall, then we go to a shot of Michael looking at all the paintings and pictures of not just him and his fathers but Tommy, Fundy, Jack, and Phil.)

Michael, talking to his chicken: *They'll be actual real live people, it'll be totally strange.*

(Michael excitedly spins his chicken around in a circle and the chicken gets dizzy.)

Michael: *But WOW am I so ready for this change!*

(Michael walks out into the balcony, the chicken following at his heels.)

Michael: *'Cause for the first time in forever, they'll be music, they'll be light. For the first time in forever, I'll be dancing through the night.*

Michael, looking at his chicken who jumped to the balcony railing, shrugging: *Don't know if I'm elated or gassy, but I'm somewhere in that zone.*

(Michael leans out of the balcony slightly toward the sun.)

Michael: *'Cause for the first time in forever, I won't be alone.*

Michael: 'I can't wait to meet everyone. Wait... what if I meet... the one?'

(Michael's chicken tilts its head in confusion. We cut to a shot of the two friends in the library, a book open on the table in front of them.)

Michael, an overdramatic enactment until he trips on a pile of books: *Tonight, imagine me suit and all, fetchingly draped against the wall, the picture of sophisticated grace - OOF!*

Michael, looking at a illustration in the book of a romantic couple at a ball: *I suddenly see them standing there, a beautiful stranger tall and fair. I wanna stuff some chocolate in my face-!*

Michael, putting his head in his hands and daydreaming : *But then we laugh and talk all evening, which is totally bizarre. Nothing like the life I've lead so far!*

Michael looking through the book and smiling: *For the first time in forever, they'll be magic, they'll be fun. For the first time in forever, I could be noticed by someone...*

Michael turning to his chicken: *And I know that it's totally crazy, to dream I'd find romance, but for the first time in forever... at least I've got a chance.*

(We cut over to Ranboo, a cold glass of water in front of him on the table.)

Ranboo, sitting in the chair and rubbing his forehead: *Don't let them in, don't let them see. Be the good guy you always have to be.*

Ranboo, taking a deep breath: *Conceal.*

Ranboo, reaching toward the glass: *Don't feel.*

(Ranboo grabs the glass, sitting up and raising it into the air.)

Ranboo: *Put on a show.*

(The mirror across form him shows his eyes turning purple as he hisses from the condensation, dropping the glass on the table, smashing it and spilling the drink.)

Ranboo: *Make one wrong move and everyone will know.*

Ranboo, closing his hand into a fist: *But it's only for today.*

(Michael smiles as Tubbo helps with the suit cuffs.)

Michael, smiling: *It's only for today!*

Ranboo, moving toward the door: *It's agony to wait*

Michael, moving toward his the main staircase: *It's agony to wait!*

(Ranboo opens the door and looks over at a servant.)

Ranboo: *Tell the guards to open up... the gates...*

(Michael's eyes light up as the doors open, people piling inside.)

Michael: The gates!

(Ranboo and Tubbo descend the stairs first, Michael behind them.)

Michael: *For the first time in forever*

Ranboo: *Don't let them in, don't let them see.*

Michael: *I'm getting what I'm dreaming of*

Ranboo: *Be the good guy you always have to be*

Michael: *A chance to change my lonely world*

Ranboo: *Conceal.*

Michael: *A chance to find true love!*

Ranboo: *Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know.*

(Michael continues to descend the stairs until...)

Michael: *I know it all ends tomorrow, so it has to be today! 'Cause for the first time in forever, for the first time in forever.... Nothing's in my way!*

(He trips and falls in front of everyone.)