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Technoblade:
Old friends:
Synopsis: Phil seeks you out as both his and Techno’s old friend, hoping a familiar face would help Techno after Tommy’s betrayal and for old times sake. Besides that, they will need your blade in the upcoming war.
The Compass:
Synopsis: The butcher army searches your home for the compass leading to Techno. When they find it you are put under house arrest and forced to meet up with your old companion under less than desirable conditions.
Unsure:
Synopsis: after a rough day in the nether doubts crawl into Techno’s mind, as his doubts, aided by the voices, force their way into his mind, you help him shut them up. Comfort fluff with a bit of angst.
Late nights:
Synopsis: After a long day gathering materials Techno returns to a sweet scene inside his cabin. Pure fluff, prequel to ‘relaxed mornings’ but can definitly be read seperately
Relaxed mornings:
Synopsis: waking up and spending a lazy morning with Techno after he had a busy day. Pure fluff, sequel to 'Late nights' but can definitly be read seperately!
Stupid decisions:
Synopsis: after traveling home at night through the mob infested tundra, you pay the toll of your decisions. When Techno sees the state you’re in when you return he becomes frustrated, when he moves his arms around you flinch in reaction. Angst with a happy and fluffy ending.
Loyalty rewards:
Synopsis: In the Blood God’s temple every other week the strongest warriors battle one another to satiate the blood lust of their God. You have defended your position as winner for the past three months, gaining the interest of the Blood God himself.
Like a flower:
Synopsis: Moving towards the tundra inhabited by Techno and Phil, Technoblade becomes nervous about the effect the change of envoirement would have on you. He ends up having nothing to worry about however. Reader has a bright / cottage core type vibe.
Sir Billiam:
The flower of high society:
Synopsis: As Billiam’s fiancee you organize a masquerade to celebrate your engagement. Two uninvited guests show up, only one of them wanted. You spent the night dancing, conerversing and interacting with the wealthiest guests which happen to be your friends. Basically the Tales of the DSMP story but just the masquerade sectionand set in a fantasy world.
Philza:
One more:
Synopsis: After living outside on your own for two years without any proper knowledge on survival you set up camp in a forest beside a tundra. Crows find you when you’re hiding away from mobs in a tree and alert Phil that there is an injured winged child abandoned in the forest. After meeting you he takes you back to his cabin to teach you how to properly care for your wings and nurse you back to health. He may have promised himself no more children, but what was one more? Platonic! Phil x Winged Teenager! Reader.
Unexpected guest:
Synopsis: Phil visits your hidden cabin in the mountains with the alluring proposal for you to return with him to the tundra where he settled with Techno after you parted ways years ago. Platonic! Phil x reader.
Wilbur Soot:
Finally back:
Synopsis: After Wilbur got revived by Dream he first rushes off to find you, right in the place where you had spent the night before L’manburg got blown up together with you. Angst followed by fluff/comfort
Hurts like hell:
Synopsis: After Wilbur left your shared home, promising he’d return to you, he never did. Dying to his fathers blade after setting off the TNT that destroyed L’manburg.
Dream:
Haunted memories:
Synopsis: Visiting Dream in his prison after not having seen him since he’d been taken from your shared previous home by the people of the server. Memories of the bad moments in your relationship resurface when you find that maybe, after all he didn’t really change as you hoped he would.
SBI:
Stories of time:
Synopsis: You tell the story of the Soldier, the Poet and the King, and place the book in Karl’s library for past Phil to find. Maybe with this, you’ll be bale to prevent the suffering and pain the family goes through in their future, which is your history. Inspired by the animatic ‘The soldier the poet and the king’ by ‘Кир!!!’. Contains memories and mild angst.
Part I
Part II
Studying HC’s:
Synopsis: basically just school stress with 3/4 SBI, how they’d deal with it and help you through it. cc! x reader
Glasses shopping:
Synopsis: Reader getting their first glasses together with Tommy and Wil with Phil, Kristin and Techno over discord. While everyone has their own preferences and favourites it becomes somewhat of a mess. Platonic cc!SBI with GN reader featuring Kristin.
Christmas Special:
Synopsis: Celebrating Christmas with C! SBI (seperately)
Biologically accurate hybrid observations (BAHO):
Synopsis: This is a short series where I, as a biology student, express my opinions on the hybrids of the DSMP and the Origins SMP (or MCYT’s) and their hybrid traits / features and how they could explain the character’s behavior. Leave behind an ask to request a hybrid I can look into next time!
Guess who just learned how to animate moderately within one hour of a school deadline!! I made some bad decisions and somehow lived and turned it in on time.
Warnings: christmas, mild anxiousness during Tommy’s one
Word count: 2K
Synopsis: Celebrating Christmas with C! SBI (seperately)
Requested: np
A/n: Sorry if this is hurried, i wrote this within like a day but i really wanted to put something out for Christmas. Merry Christmas everyone!
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C! Tommy:
Tommy had agreed to spend the holidays within your cabin, hidden from the watchful eyes of the world now that Dream was on the loose and his own home was no longer safe. Though he was still very nervous and anxious, he had calmed down over the few days he had been staying at your place. Enough to feel more comfortable at least.
"Do you think it needs more ornaments?" Your eyes scanned the tree judgmentally, looking between the opened barrels spread throughout your home and the trees. Tommy sat on the couch, looking into the barrel in front of him, hands rummaging between the carefully stored ornaments in parchment paper for protection.
He perked up at your question, looking at the tree before shaking his head, "I don't think so, it looks fine to me." Nodding your head, you took a step back, satisfied with the result you sat down in a chair across of the couch Tommy set on, and one of the few pieces of furniture that wasn't littered with Christmas decorations.
Tommy reached with his arm into the barrel, grabbing an ornament wrapped in parchment paper where in faded letters was written, "1st L'manburg Christmas" Your cabin was one of the few buildings that had been untouched by the many events over the past years, as it laid outside of the direct SMP area, hidden within the comfort of a spruce forest.
It had been a constant thing throughout the years, and it wasn't the first time you welcomed Tommy there as a safe haven away from the SMP and the stress placed atop of his shoulders.
His fingers were uncharacteristically gentle as he tugged the paper off, revealing a white ball painted messily as it displayed him, Wilbur, and you. In his hand discs were drawn, at least what he presumed to be discs from their dark round shape in his hand, and papers in Wilbur's hands. A splatter of blue paint stained the top, reminding him of the playful bickering that had happened between him and Tubbo as he had thrown paint at the other as a joke.
He remembered the moment, where he had painted his own ornament where he had written Tubbo, and Tommy on opposite sides with his beloved music discs in between. Times had been simpler then, and for a moment, Tommy questioned where the time had gone.
"Would you like another chocolate milk?" You had seen the distance in his gaze grow as he lost himself within the memories of easier times, subtly pulling him out of that as you stood up, grabbing your own mug to refill it. Nodding his head, he dropped the ornament back in the crumpled parchment as he stood up, joining you to the small kitchen your cabin contained.
"Do you ever think about returning to the SMP?" Tommy leaned against the counter as he spoke, he had grown tall in his puberty, and you remembered the beginning when he had been younger, shorter. He had matured, in more ways than one.
Humming you shrugged your shoulders, "Maybe, if the situation calls for it. I'm quite content however with the peace here. I haven't quite thought of it yet."
He nodded his head, as you handed him a steaming mug with hot chocolate, "You know, I should have the supplies to make another set of ornaments, what do you think about it?"
Meeting your eyes, he thought for a second, "I think that'd be fun." These ornaments would be painted with memories of a happier time, stained with hot chocolate milk splatters, with jokes and newfound comfort.
C! Techno:
As soon as the two of you hit the forest, you had started wandering off. It started small at first, though the distance grew as you could have sworn that tree over there would've been the perfect one.
It was supposed to be a shared activity, though secretly it was also Techno's job to contain your excitement somewhat to keep it within the realm of possibility.
When he first heard your excited call for his name, he hadn't even noticed yet you had wandered away from his side, even out of his sight, lost between the green masses of trees.
The excitement in your tone had fallen on deaf ears as years of anxiety returned, afraid something had happened to you, one of his past enemies resurfacing in the worst of times.
Yet as he hurried to where your voice had come from, he found you, perfectly safe, standing to one of the trees that looked so many like the others in his eyes, and his heart stilled as much as the voiced did.
There was a look of childlike excitement on your face, cheeks flush from the winter cold, hair catching few of the snowflakes that had started their decent slowly a few minutes ago. Yet you were looking right at him, a bright smile on your face as you declared that this was the perfect one to get.
Techno knew little of your requirements for a tree, though he had to admit that the size and shape was nice. The trees he had found earlier were similar in shape, but smaller, and maybe less full here and there.
The size, that was the only concern Techno had to your tree, despite you looking ready to decorate it right then and there. The cabin wasn't large, and when you had moved in with him, the two of you already worked on expanding it to make some extra space.
"It won't fit." He concluded, watching with a side eye as, instead of disappointment, a stubborn look surfaced on your face, "it will fit. I will make it fit."
Now techno turned to you, a sarcastic smile on his face as he raised a single eyebrow, "and how do you plan on doing that?"
The bickering was all in good fun, both of you know that, and a victorious smile tugged at your lips, "you'll have to see when we get back, with the tree."
Rolling his eyes, he gave in. Something he barely did when it didn't concern you, yet he nodded as he grabbed the axe of his belt, the familiar grip formed to his hands. Under normal circumstances, his foes be cut down with the blade, though now, in the cold winter air with you by his side, the only thing that would be cut down was this tree.
He didn't feel like dragging it home all the way, but he knew that once he got there, and you moved everything to the side to create space, and started to decorate, it would all be worth it.
C! Phil:
"You still have that?" Your eyes met a small clay Christmas tree, chips of redstone and lapis making up ornaments between the clay branches. Phil positioned it one the windowsill as he maneuvered around the countless boxes spread through the room, each and every surface filled with ornaments and Christmas decorations.
Despite the wings on his back that you thought would've knocked over countless of things, he moved around gracefully, handing you one end of the string of lights. "Of course, I have trinkets of all of you. Mate, you think you can attach the lights to the beam there?"
Moving your way over to the ladder he had set up, you climbed on it and fumbled with the lights, "If that's the case, then what do you have of the others still? I don't recall Techno being a big Christmas person."
Phil chuckled, a deep and hearty chuckle as he rummaged through one of the chests before pulling out a star with a golden crown hanging above it, held up by a small golden strip welded to the back of the star carefully. You had seen it atop of the Christmas trees through the years, but it had never hit you how its techno what the one that made it.
Techno had always had a deep-felt love for gold, so the choice of material didn't surprise you, "He made it when he had grown old enough to craft armor, give it to me as a present under the tree one year." You nodded understandingly, watching as Phil placed the star on top of the tree carefully.
Finally, you had located the small clip on the beam from where you could attach the lights, finishing your task you sat on the ladder, making eye contact with Phil as you asked, "Then, what about Tommy and Wilbur?"
A nod of his head pointed your eyes into the direction of a dresser, displayed on which a Christmas display stood. Untangling yourself from the ladder, you stepped down on the ground to take a closer look. It was quite small, with straw creating the roof of the small structure and inside stood three adult figures. One with a crown and faded pink hair, one that looked awfully similar to you and the other with curly brown hair and glasses made from iron wire. Inside the small crib laid a small figure in a red and white shirt, lapis chips used for eyes and straw for his hair.
Above the scene a clay figure hung from a wire suspended from a beam, a person with green robe and black wings, a red heart displayed on the cloak and a green and white striped bucket hat.
"Never knew Wilbur was good with clay." Looking at Phil from the corner of your eyes, you saw his shrug, a movement which almost made his wing smack against a box of ornaments carefully balanced on a stool.
"This is Tommy's" Phil unrolled a piece of parchment paper. Within, in the art style only displayed in three-year old’s, the five of you were drawn, standing around a Christmas tree with what you presumed to be ornaments in your hands.
C! Wilbur:
After spending a Christmas without one another, the two of you had been reunited this year for the holidays. Something that could only be considered a miracle on its own after Wilbur had lived his last life.
"Wilbur, if you eat the icing one more time, I'm not afraid to hit you." Wilbur looked up, innocently as ever despite the white on his lips from the icing that was supposed to keep your gingerbread houses together. His eyes met yours through his glasses, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"It's tastier like this than on the houses." While your walls had been assembled already, the roof laying halfway decorated on the table in front of your, Wilbur's remained cast aside as he made snacks out of the decorations instead.
Sighing as he retreated from the bowl, you spoke, "I'm not making another batch of icing Wilbur, we always did this before, why aren't you enjoying this now?"
He leaned over, icing still on his lips as his tongue every so often peeked out to lick some of it away, "fine, but only if you help me with it." squinting your eyes for a second, you agreed. Allowing him to help you with yours as his hands grabbed some decorations, placing them on the icing you had put down.
The structure itself was far from stable as you put the roof on it, yet miraculously kept standing when you pulled your hands away.
The two of you worked well together, as you added the icing on the walls of Wilbur's house and he added decorations galore, every so often sneaking some of the sweets in his mouth as well.
One you put the pipe with icing down, some of it had landed on your hands. Before you had the chance to wipe it off, or lick it off yourself even, warm lips met your skin, and you felt his tongue lick away the icing from your hand before pulling away once more and continuing as if nothing happened.
Warnings: none, maybe some slight anxiety from Techno
Word count: 1K
Synopsis: Moving towards the tundra inhabited by Techno and Phil, Technoblade becomes nervous about the effect the change of envoirement would have on you. He ends up having nothing to worry about however. Reader has a bright / cottage core type vibe.
Requested: no
A/n: Bit more poetic and different from what i usually write, and written within one evening of caffeine induced energy. but has been proofread and i actually kinda like it? Shorter than normal but i just wanted to get something out. Enjoy!
Rules, Masterlist
Somehow, he had expected them to wither away by his hands, like many of life's creations had done. Whether it had been the lives of his enemies, his comrades or anything else he seemed to touch, they all seemed to die by his hands one way or another. Ironically enough, the only person that had stayed with him as an old friend was the angel of death himself.
He had always thought the coldness and lifelessness of the tundra fit him, in a way no one understood better than himself. He found friends within the wolves that once had hunted the lands, and the ice bears that had curiously decided to check out his shack. The voices within his mind would grow louder with the days, barely supressed by the louder winds that raged over the lands.
They demanded blood, companionship, they laughed at his every move and blurred his rational thoughts like a blizzard. As long as his hands remembered the curl of his fist, the hilt of his sword, they would continue their screams for blood. Technoblade often wondered if he would ever be given such mercy.
It was because of that he was certain they would freeze to death in the cold lands, by his colder hands stained with a never-ending death.
Somehow, they had always reminded Techno of spring, with warm lazy afternoons and blooming flowery field, trees that provided shade as nature started over once more. The beginning of new life.
It was that warmth he was sure would ebb away when they would join him in the tundra, their life-stained hands turning blue as they froze and slowly withered away little by little. God knew how long he had tried to prevent them from joining the snowy lands, where there was no shade or sun, a place caught in an eternal winter.
With warm eyes and kind smiles he was certain that would turn cold, lifeless as they were caught inside of a cabin for God knows how long. Maybe, he had hoped, they would leave before it'd ever get to that point and return to their previous life.
He would be content watching them from afar, despite the screams echoing through his mind to have them all to himself. He would visit, watching them make tea on a stove of a small cabin, though it was more than enough for them. With gardens that would grow their food, with bees floating gently in the sun as they pollinated the flowers of the never-ending spring they provided. Something he could never have hoped to have to himself.
Then. When they'd invite him in, for tea, or lunch, or something they baked, from which he'd smelled the alluring scent from the garden away, he'd politely refuse, insisting he had wolves, foxes and bears to feed. Though he wasn't wrong he knew the animals would be well provided for, for at least days on end.
But he had promised himself he wouldn't invade, nothing more than a knock on the door at least, so their clean hands wouldn't get affected by his death-stained ones.
His fears appeared nothing more than his imagination as they had insisted on moving to the tundra to help around the cabins when he'd be gone with Phil, to feed the animals that would always make him skip their offers.
He'd personally overseen the construction of their cabin, close, but not linked, to his and Phil's. Yet as soon as they moved in, he would've sworn the layers of snow became thinner as he approached. Though the outside looked somewhat grim, with latches in front of windows to protect against cold winds and blizzards, the inside became the warmest place inside the entire tundra.
With plants in the windowsills, the scent of sweetness in the air and warmth inside the cabin it seemed as if they'd created their own little spring filled with life of all different kinds inside the tundra. Sunlight became needless in the warmth of the fireplace, and vegetable gardens were replaced with a rack of plants for spices.
When he'd return from his travels with Phil, their home became a little warmer, as he added whatever souvenir he had found on his travels to their ever-growing collection, displayed ever so neatly upon shelfs decorating the halls. In turn they'd lit the fireplace in his cabin when they knew he'd return, with wildflowers from a nearby forest placed neatly in a vase on the table and took care of his animals as long as he was gone, more often than not, he'd find some sort of basket with baked goods upon the table beside the flowers.
Then, in the warmth of their private little spring, amidst the unending winter, he'd tell them about his travels to faraway lands, creating stories within their mind with each word he spoke. With a cup of warm tea in his hand, the voices were the quietest they had ever been, not daring to intrude on the moment.
Maybe a wolf/dog hybrid reader struggling after being manipulated by dream? Could take place probably after his imprisonment, struggling with instinctual urge to be loyal and protect their ‘person’, (the reader would have been previously befriended by dream) but also able to recognize abstractly that they were manipulated? Maybe a prison visit?
This has probably been done at some point, dog hybrids are a little vanilla, but the angst hits the spot juuuuuuust right.
Whatever you wanna toss out is great: headcanons, Drabble, short story, or even just a rock at my head would be Pog
Hi! Sorry it took so long to write but i hope it was worth it! I'm pretty satisfied with the way it turned out, so I hope you will be too my dear Anon!
Warnings: obvious mentions of past abuse, mild PTSD(?), intimidation, manipulation
Word count: 2.7K
Synopsis: Visiting Dream in his prison after not having seen him since he’d been taken from your shared previous home by the people of the server. Memories of the bad moments in your relationship resurface when you find that maybe, after all he didn’t really change as you hoped he would.
Requested: Yes:
Maybe a wolf/dog hybrid reader struggling after being manipulated by dream? Could take place probably after his imprisonment, struggling with instinctual urge to be loyal and protect their ‘person’, (the reader would have been previously befriended by dream) but also able to recognize abstractly that they were manipulated? Maybe a prison visit?
This has probably been done at some point, dog hybrids are a little vanilla, but the angst hits the spot juuuuuuust right.
Whatever you wanna toss out is great: headcanons, Drabble, short story, or even just a rock at my head would be Pog
A/n: Sorry this request took as long as it did. I don’t think I’ve ever written something like this before so I apologize if i made any mistakes. I think it turned out reasonably well though, and I hope it was worth the wait!
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The obsidian was cold, as was the entire prison. Despite the warmth the lava or glowstone provided, as they lit up the dark purple stone that formed the prison interior.
Maybe it wasn't the chill, but the atmosphere in the silent place that put your hairs on edge, the wrong enclosed feeling only strengthened by your hybrid senses. No matter what, you disliked the silence, only every so often disturbed by Sam's commands as he led you through, as you had abandoned any attempts at small talk with him.
His answers were short, his tone of voice was even, calm, as he stood in the daunting Netherite armor before you with only his luminescent green eyes shining through the slit in the helmet. There was so emotion in his eyes, stance, or voice.
According to others, who had known his before his time as the warden, he had been different. Maybe if you hadn't seen him like this, you could've believed them.
It was easy to feel his eyes on your form as you moved through the prison, watching your every step as you followed his commands, every flinch or whine at the sound of glass bottles breaking, or the mechanical whirring that startled you.
When he saw you walk into the room after exiting the nether portal, you swore you had seen, even if it was just a glimpse, of sympathy in his eyes behind the wall he had put up around himself to protect his warden position.
He had been there, with the rest of the server, as they entered Dream's, what you thought to be, well hidden bunker, vault almost. Even you had to admit you hadn't been in the best states of mind that time, although you had ceased to listen to the whispers around you, blaming Dream.
Maybe it was because he had been the first face you had familiarized yourself with, or the fact that he allowed you to live with him in the bunker and provided food and shelter for you when you were new, and even allowed you to meet those he acquainted himself with. He had told you stories of wars, fights, glory, and hope, creating marvelous artworks in your eyes, and in the middle of it all, he had painted himself as the hero.
You hadn't known better at the time, only when some of the other inhabitants of the server had told you their side of the story, did you realize that maybe it hadn't been so glorious at all.
Glass coated the crater that amounts of TNT you couldn't imagine had created, acting as a silent reminder of the cruelty that had taken place there. When you had first visited, you had been hesitant to step on the layers of glass that separated you from the crater that went all the way down to the deepest parts of the earth. On the bottom, you could see a new type of ecosystem start to form. Different waterfalls from the surface streamed down, creating a shallow pool where small fungi started to form.
Life seemed to find a way, yet here, in the darkness of the obsidian and Blackstone, everything seemed devoid of life in a manner unfamiliar to you. Somewhere it looked similar to the interior of Dreams bunker, although even that had some plants, flowers you picked from the surface, and few animals Dream had brought down.
You didn't go to the surface often back then, Dream withheld you from it, and even the realization of that wasn't enough to taint your view of him. When you did go outside, it was with him, and you spent lazy afternoons laying in fields surrounded by flowers, making flower crowns, and picking bouquets.
Once, before travelling the far distance to these lands, your hands had been roughened up from holding blades. Now however, it seemed that Dream liked to keep you away from those, saying it reminded him of the wars he had once fought against what he thought to be friends.
In his absence, you had only picked up the occasional dagger or bow.
"Now you can stand on the bridge, don't forget to walk with it." The warden looked at you as you stepped on the stone blocks held up by his redstone contraptions.
Neon green eyes that seemed devoid of emotion sparked with worry before he moved to the panel with levers, the lava wall still in its place in front of you.
Maybe it had been because you had been so caught up in your thoughts on the last stretch of security procedures, or maybe it was because he remembered how he had found you in Dreams base.
"If anything happens, just call for me, I'll be there to get you out within a second." You could feel his sincerity in his voice, before his voice dropped back to its commanding tone, "are you ready?"
With a simple nod, he watched as the lava wall that separates you from the deepest, most secured cell in the entire prison dropped down. And with one last lever pulled, the bridge started moving, with you on it.
His mask was broken, poisonous green eyes looked back at you from across the lava pit. Both his hair and his face were more exposed than you were you had ever seen. Why had he never shown you what was under the mask in the first place? Naturally you knew the answer, a bit of darkness that lingered on the edge of your consciousness, whispering truths you didn't dare admit.
Slowly the bridge inched closer, seemingly slower than you had imagined it to, and for the first time since entering the prison common sense seemed to crash down upon your already stressed mind. Why, out of all things, did you decide this to be a good idea?
Something flickered within his eyes, as they switched from yours to Sam's across the lava pit, an emotion foreign, something you hadn't seen in those very few times you had the pleasure of seeing his eyes. Worry, something you had only seen from others when you had emerged from the bunker.
As you stepped onto the cold obsidian once more, the warm glow from the lava below grew, and soon enough the bridge retreated, and with a simple flick of a lever, the lava came down, and you were allowed access to the entire cell, and to Dream.
There was a twitch in his bicep, whether to embrace you or to push you out of the cell, you didn't know. Any emotion in his eyes that had been there before was gone now, even without the protection of his physical mask he seemed to harden under your gaze.
In the heat of the cell, the top part of his orange prison suit was taken off, instead tied around his waist, exposing his scarred arms to your view. His wrists were scarred, most likely the result of struggling against handcuffs, although it didn't stop there.
He could see from your face what you were looking at.
Leaning against the wall, you searched for words that had been lost on your tongue, and so you said the first thing you could think off, "there are fungi growing in the bottom of the L'manburg crater, you know? It's quite a pretty sight at night through the glass, I think you'd enjoy it."
Looking at him from the corner of your eyes, you could see him sit down against the wall opposite of you, leaning his face back against the wall, exposing the true exhaustion that plagued him on his face.
"Doubt I'll ever see it any time soon." he responded, eyes gliding from your form to the lava and obsidian walls that kept him from the outside world. Hesitantly you nodded, well aware of his situation yet unwilling to rub it in his face.
Sitting down against the wall, your eyes too found the glow of warm light cascading off the lava barricading the cell, "Have you had visitors at least?" any attempt at casual small talk of the outside world forgotten. Dream noticed the change in your tone, pulling the ruins of his mask off his face as his eyes found your form on the other side of the prison.
In response he shrugged his shoulders, "Ranboo visited a few times, although he stopped visiting. Sapnap visited once, and Tommy, I guess." Sapnap was one of the first people you had met in these new lands. Well, meeting wasn't quite the right word, but Dream had told you countless stories of old times to allow you form a vivid image of the male in your mind. Your first meeting had been when Dream was taken from his bunker. Somehow, he had been exactly like you imagined, and yet the exact opposite.
"Is that all?"
"Mhm," Dream hummed in response, freezing against the wall as you spoke up, "I thought Quakity said he'd visit as well."
"He-… He has stopped by, yea." His voice was unsure, the tone so different than what you were used to from him. You knew better from when you lived with him to continue the topic.
The silence returned, leaving you to meet his eyes quietly, observing the subtle lines in his skin which you never had the chance of seeing before, the surface wounds that had formed from his time in the prison. From what you could see, his arms looked more scarred than they had been before, but whether that was the residue from the last fight in the bunker, or something else you couldn't tell.
Unconsciously, it made your hands trace over your own scars that had built up over your arms. Some had been from your own battles before you travelled to this land, but by far most had been from the fall outs you used to have with Dream in his bunker.
Hesitantly you spoke up, "I build my own house in a forest nearby, you know? I mean, I had some help from others, mostly from Foolish, but the area is nice. There are quite a lot of bees around, and a lot of flowers, so it's quite peaceful, but it's been nice. I got a dog to fill the silence as well, so it's definitely a change from the bunker."
When you looked back to Dream, his eyes were focused on yours, and you could see the way his fist was clenched on his lap. His posture brought you back to all the days you had spent in his bunker, when he'd been just a bit too ticked off for you to start a conversation. You'd learned from the hurtful remarks that were spat your way when you didn't, and it was a lesson you had yet to forget.
The way he sat just a bit straighter, the narrow of his eyes and the subtle twitch in his eyebrow were a dead giveaway.
Once more you had been reminded how you had to leave your trustworthy armor and weapons behind in the locker room, and how naked you felt without them on you.
"Is that what you've come here for? Pretending you're all nice... coming to check up on me? Are you enjoying the outside?! Was I a good riddance?!" Finally, you could see his expression that had always been hidden behind the now ruined mask.
Normally after falling out like that he'd retreat, to his own room, his own space or just the outside of the bunker. But inside this cell, where space was limited and there was no opportunity to run, his glare stayed glued on you, while he stood up from his position on the floor where he leant against the wall.
Instinctively you had stood up as well, frozen against the wall as memories from the bunker rushed in your mind, and all hope that the prison had changed him fleeing away from your mind.
No. Here, where there was no place for either of you to escape, there was bound to be a conflict. Even Sam's promise to get you out of there as soon as you called for him didn't come to mind.
"Are you just here to brag about your new life?! Just to tell me how great you are without me? Just let me tell you, you are nothing, NOTHING, without me there! Maybe, MAYBE you think you've got it figured out, but let me tell you this now Y/n, you don't! And you'll realize it soon enough, that you need me!" His voice rose in volume as he spoke, his arms weaving around as he stepped towards you. Unhinged neon green eyes watched yours as you tried to bury yourself into the wall away from him.
His anger had been replaced by something you couldn't quite place.
As dream came closer, Sam's shouting from outside seemed to register in your mind, he shouted over the noise of the streaming lava, dream, and the memories that flooded your mind. He sounded angry, worried as he demanded to know what was going on for Dream to be shouting like that.
Dreams eyes shot to the lava wall, as did yours, as you registered how close Dream had gotten to you now.
At first your voice barely came out over the lava, but soon enough Sam heard your call for him over the lava, and hurriedly lowered the lava wall.
As the obsidian surrounded you, and the only light inside was provided by the lava from outside, you were brought back to when Sam had found you in dreams bunker. Back then, and now once more, you felt like you could rely on the masked male, as he stepped on the bridge to transport him to the cell.
At the same time, reality seemed to set in for Dream. Here, you could, and would, leave him. Just like all the others did. The last visitor that seemed to be there for him, and not his knowledge, was about to leave, and never return.
Sam had already reached the main cell, pushing dreams form away from yours with the side of his trident, Dream allowing himself to fall onto the ground as he realized he was about to be alone once more, and for God knows how long.
He was taller than you were, and broader, shielding you entirely from dream as he stepped in front of you, demanding Dream to move to the back of the cell.
"Wait, NO! No no no no… I-... I didn't mean it like that! I promise, Y/n please." Under Sam’s gaze he crawled back to the end of the cell. Leaving Sam to gently tug you towards the stone bridge, keeping himself meticulously positioned between you and Dream.
His pleas for you to understand and forgive him continued as Sam threw his trident at the control panel, hitting the switch that set the bridge in motion with practiced ease as he gently tugged you along with the motion of the bridge.
"Don't listen to him, Y/n, it won't do you any good. I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner." Pulling you back on the obsidian flooring and lowering the lava curtain, the last thing you could see where neon eyes staring at you, regret evident within the silent tears that couldn't reach the bottom of his face before evaporating from the heat inside the cell.
Synopsis: Reader getting their first glasses together with Tommy and Wil with Phil, Kristin and Techno over discord. While everyone has their own preferences and favourites it becomes somewhat of a mess. Platonic SBI with GN reader featuring Kristin.
Requested: no
A/N: I got glasses like two days ago and it's been a pain getting used to them, so take this half rant, half comfort piece while I'm working on another BAHO and more requests. Enjoy and dont mind some mistakes, this is my first time writing about this in english and im exteremly tired lol, it is proof read though.
Rules, Masterlist
Basing this off my own experience, you'd probably have been in the optician for the actual tests and measurements, leaving you at the last step of the process, picking the frame for the glasses.
Most likely you'd be arriving in the store with Tommy and Wilbur as judges for the frames in person, while Phil (and therefore Kristin) as well as Techno awaited curiously in discord, posing as online consultants.
Walking into the store, you realized for the first time the actual number of different frames that were displayed on the walls.
Whether you'd be a faceless streamer or not, these guys would make sure without a doubt to pick the best fitting glasses for you.
Wilbur would probably be the most excited, picking glasses similar to his own for you to try out, abandoning your phone where Phil, Kristin and Techno waited for the next pair of glasses that you showed.
Usually this resulted in some mild yell coming from Phil, demanding someone to show them what was going on, or disgruntled noises coming from Techno's side.
Kristin would ask Tommy to show them the wall and guide your hand around as it hovered over the multiple frames to pick out the ones she wanted to see.
While Wilbur was more inclined to see thinner, metal frames, Tommy was more excited to see you in boldly coloured acrylic frames, and even forced you to try thick rimmed white frames with black sunglasses to represent George's signature glasses.
Techno edged you on to try thinner acrylic frames, in darker colours, pushing for frames that were a bit more squared in comparison to Wilbur's choices.
While this went on, whenever you held your phone, Phil pushed you to try light coloured frames, in different shades of blue, purple, and even some pink.
Whenever Kristin disagreed on his choice, she would push him out of the way of his webcam, taking his place as she helped you pick the next pair while Tommy and Wilbur argued on in the background about the next type you should try on.
Luckily it was a local store, leaving it very quietly with a lot of privacy as different frames piled up on the small table in the corner of the store.
Every so often Tommy would disappear from your side and return a few seconds later with another frame in his hands, forcing you to put them on as you looked to Wilbur for his opinion, as he held your phone.
While you explored the store yourself, the males bickered over the phone with one another on the small couch as the pile in front of them grew steadily.
Different camps formed for the shape of the glasses, where Wilbur, Techno and Kristin preferred more rounded glasses (as Techno was in the end convinced by Wilbur) and Tommy together with Phil preferred more squared frames over the rounded ones.
These preferences were thrown out of the window once more when spoke off the colour and material.
The two ladies manning the store watched on quietly from behind the desk with devious smiles on their faces, watching the chaos ensue and every so often participating in it themselves.
The frames the first lady brought were somewhat of a compromise for your council of friends, with an acrylic front and more metal like sides that coloured beautifully to your hair.
On the other side, the glasses the other lady brought to you, seemed almost the exact opposite. With metal frames surrounding the glass that was more golden coloured and sides made of acrylic that mimicked your eye colour.
Slowly but surely, you worked through the created pile.
On the left your favourites ended up, and on the right the ones you liked, but looked less compared to the others.
Tommy tried to sneak some of his own choices to the other side, ever so carefully, although the alerted sounds Techno made acted as an alarm for his deeds.
That was, naturally, except it was a choice Techno agreed on, then it was usually caught by Wilbur as you looked concentrated on your face in the mirror to decide which pile these frames belonged to.
When you ended up with the last five frames, Kristin already looked happy as she watched you glare at the different options.
"No matter what you chose, if it's any of these, you've made a good choice."
Her words brought a smile to your face as Wilbur chuckled, "any of the others wouldn't have been a good choice then?"
Kristin was sure as she shook her head, "Those octagon glasses Tommy forced on her are too fresh in my memory to say that."
Tommy’s offended gaze was overpowered by the joyous laughs of Phil, Wilbur and you, Techno chuckling along as well.
Before finally being able to make a decision, you had spent almost an hour in the store, bickering and selecting frames, although you had finally reached the last stretch.
5 frames became 4, and 4 quickly became 3, leaving you before you realized with two last ones.
Obvious camps had formed, and while Kristin had refused to choose either side, saying she loved both of them on you, Techno, Wilbur, Phil, and Tommy had made their choices.
Techno had teamed with Phil this time, for an option he had chosen earlier in the process, as Phil wholeheartedly agreed on his style choice.
Wilbur and Tommy formed the other camp, rooting for one of the glasses Wilbur had picked out, the first one he had handed you and the first you had tried on.
In the end Wilbur's pick had won, and naturally they celebrated their victory.
In the future, when the topic would come up, they wouldn't let the chance pass to bring up how you picked their choice in the end.
EXTRA:
"If you have 15 minutes to spare you can take it with you immediately, we actually have your glass stocked up."
Techno and Phil had left the call by then, happy to have been part of your decisions as they continued what they previously had been doing.
The three of you awaited your new glasses patiently however as you paid for them in the meantime.
Looking through the finished result was indeed very different, and Tommy didn't hesitate to laugh at the way you curiously looked around you as soon as you stepped out of the doors to that lead to the small store.
Wilbur, who was well aware of how you felt, smiled as he saw you look in the distance, before switching back to look at something closer to you.
"It may be cool now, but that's going to bring one massive headache tonight." He laughed at the furrow of your brow at his words.
Needless to say, the two enjoyed seeing you look through your new glasses, watching everything as if you had stepped into another world with curiosity.
Taglist: @cl0udy-grey
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Synopsis: Phil visits your hidden cabin in the mountains with the alluring proposal for you to return with him to the tundra where he settled with Techno after you parted ways years ago.
Requested: nope
A/n: sorry this took so long, i didn’t want to upload three BAHO’s (biologically accurate hybrid observations) after each other so i wanted to switch things up a bit. Another BAHO will be uploaded next though, im just unsure of who to do next.
Rules, Masterlist
The day had been peaceful, it had been. Your cabin was out of the way of everything, hidden on a small passage between two large mountains from view. It had stayed undiscovered for years, the only people that knew the location were few and trusted.
The hidden location was perfect when you went adventuring, allowing you to travel without worries about the safety of your home.
For years it had been silent when you were home, the silence only disturbed by the few music discs you had gathered from dungeons, or by your shuffling around the place.
That was until you were sitting at your small desk, quill in hand and parchment in front of you, hearing footsteps from the front of your cabin, followed by a swift knock on the wooden door.
Silently, you stood up. Quick on your feet with a dagger in hand, assuming the person outside wasn't there with good intentions. The only people who knew the location of your cabin were people you hadn't spoken to in years.
Pulling to door open, you stood ready with your dagger in hand, on edge as you anticipated who stood on the other side of the wood.
Your eyes widened as they met familiar blue ones, a soft smile growing on his face as he held his hands up in surrender, "calm down mate, it's only me."
Blinking once, twice, your eyebrows raised as you saw Phil in front of you. He had changed, the familiar blue eyes had lost some of their warmth, the bags under his eyes had darkened, and he looked messy. As if he hadn't been taking care of himself in a while.
Putting the blade away, you leaned against the open door, turning your body to allow him entrance to your small home, "needless to say, I didn't expect you."
As he entered, he gave you a small, tired smile. After closing the door behind him and turning to him, you understood why he had looked so tired, looking at the scarred wing, seemingly burnt. The feathers that were still in place were neatly taken care off, but the damage was massive and clear.
A trip he was able to make in what used to be a few days by air, was now replaced for a trip by horse, much longer and more difficult because of the mountainous terrain.
He looked curiously around the room, his eyes catching on the world map that took up most of one of the walls in the relatively small room. All major dungeons stood marked on it, as well as various spawners, farms, and other buildings you had set up throughout the years.
As his eyes ghosted over the drawings you had made to symbolize the terrain, he could see what the land of L'manburg had looked like before everything had happened, before it was established even.
Had it really been that long ago since you had travelled throughout that area together?
"Could I interest you in a cup of tea while we catch up?" You spoke, gently pulling him out of his train of thoughts as he gave you another friendly smile, "I'd like that."
You had roamed the lands together with him and Techno for such a long time, yet it had been so long ago. Relatively, the time that had passed between your parting of ways and the time you had spent together travelling was so little, yet so much had happened in the meantime. It felt like centuries had passed.
As you sat down together, the two of you caught up. Talking about what had happened over the years, and how he had found your shared old friend barely a year ago, yet it felt like they never even parted ways. He told stories of his sons, a fond smile tugging on his lips as he motioned to specific sections of the map.
Too soon the day came to an end, and gladly you allowed him to stay for at least the night at your cabin, knowing it had to have taken days at the least for him to arrive here.
It had grown dark outside, yet the fireplace lit up the entirety of the small living room with ease, and the two of you lounged on the couch, reminiscing in stories of old adventures you used to go on.
"How long do you plan on staying? Truly, I don't mind at all, if anything it's amazing to see one another again, but I don't want you to worry Techno." You spoke, the top of your glass pressed against your lips as you took another sip of the liquid.
Phil's gaze moved to the fireplace as he shook his head, a somber look on his face as he leant forward, his wings dropping behind him, "he won't, instead I wanted to ask if you'd return with me?" He turned to look at you, smile tugging at his lips as he met your gaze, "can't help but feel something's missing without you, mate. Like the old times."
Leaning back into the cushions on the couch, you averted your eyes, finding the fireplace as you thought, "I'd love to Phil, truly, but I'm just unsure."
When your eyes found his, you could only see understanding, over the sliver of disappointment he had tried to hide too carefully. You knew how to read him like a book.
"Your lives seem great, but those wars, battles and bombs? I know that back in the day I wouldn't blink at that but now? I've lost two of my lives Phil. I'm in no position to be careless."
He nodded his head, he remembered the days where he had been paranoid of everything when finding out he had been born with one life instead of the usual three. He knew how you felt, and he couldn't blame you for doing so.
Yet still, the offer was so tempting to you. After having been holed up in your cabin for so long now, afraid of everything the outside held, returning to your old companions and a life with action seemed so tempting.
Phil nodded his head, silently standing up and moving to the ender chest that was positioned in the corner of your room. Opening the device, he saw multiple of the dull ivory dolls, emerald eyes staring back at him as they reflected the light from the fireplace.
Taking one of the dolls, he stepped back, closing the chest as he turned back around.
"Don't worry about it mate, I'm sure you have more than enough reason to say that. I want you to have this at least, and I hope you'll never have to use it, but may it aid you when you do."
You recognized the doll instantly, you used to have a few of your own but they had all been used, and with one life left on the line you didn't want to risk it to retrieve one from a woodland mansion.
With this extra chance at life, his offer only seemed to grow more tempting as you took the doll from his hands. Techno never died, he must have these things holed up in his house. The idea of returning with Phil and with that returning to the adventurous live you lived, it was tempting to say the least.
"Hypothetically… If I were to join you, and after a while I happened to have needed to use this totem, is there a chance you could help me get another one?" Phil seemed to catch on to your words, a small smile growing on his lips at the thought of you accompanying him back to the tundra he had grown to call home.
As he spoke, the smile broke out on his face in happiness, "of course, mate!" There was relief in his voice, as he sat back down on one of the chairs that formed the furniture of your cabin.
Back during the days where you travelled together, things had been hectic as well, and during those times you had been a constant for one another. You were more than just skilled, and back then you had grown to be more than just friends. Between Techno, him and you, a bond that only could be described as family had formed.
"How long did it take for you to travel here with horse?" He thought for a moment, "A couple of days, 4 days, and 5 nights to be exact." in response you nodded your head, having expected the answer.
You stood up, moving to grab the cape that hung over the back of your chair. It was blue colored, a reminder of the artic wasteland you had lived in previously with your companions, before you had split ways. "Feel free to stay Phil, I'll take care of your horse so we can leave for your cabin as soon as our preparations are done."
Giving him a small smile, you swung the cape around your shoulders, closing the clasp in your movement with grown familiarity. As you opened the door, Phil seemingly appeared behind you. A sense of light weighted speed that you remembered from the time when he still soared through the skies.
His hand found your shoulder as you turned back, in his eyes laid a look of worry, something you hadn't seen for so long.
"I must warn you that people are after Techno, even there. I've accepted that this can make me a target, but you will also become one. I want you to be certain of your decision, please do not feel burdened to join me mate."
There was a care in his voice, both familiar and foreign, something reserved for those he had been closest with, something only Techno had heard few times. You knew he wouldn't blame you in the slightest if you changed your mind, yet somewhere the taste of adventure which had grown to be a distant memory now, was something you longed for once more.
"You shouldn't feel worried, I have made a decision I stand by. It'll be nice to see Techno once more, besides, you have made me curious of your lands." The smile that tugged on his lips was painted with relief, he stood taller in a sense, as if a weight had fallen of his shoulders as he nodded his head, the striped hat shifting with his movement.
He stepped back, moving back to the couch as you turned back to the door, opening it as the cold mountain air met you head on. As you stepped out you could see the smoke your breath created materialize in front of you.
As you moved outside, taking the horse that had simply been tied to the fence that surrounded your cabin to the small stable you had built against your house for your own horse, you could see Phil look at your map through the window, hand tracing over the drawn-out lands that resembled his home. The tundra, the crater of past L'manburg, Snowchester, Las Nevadas, without all the progress of the past years displayed, the canvas almost looked pure.
He didn't know how much things would change now that you were by their side, but he looked forward to your future with him and Techno in the tundra.
Biologically accurate hybrid oberservations: Part II
Charlie Slimcicle: The slug
Synopsis: This is a short series where I, as a biology student, express my opinions on the hybrids of the DSMP and the Origins SMP (or MCYT’s) and their hybrid traits / features and how they could explain the character’s behavior. Leave behind an ask to request a hybrid I can look into next time!
Masterlist
Charlie would definitely be one of the more difficult hybrids for this kind of analysis due to the fact he's a slime hybrid, and while in nature there are plenty of animals that use slimy substances for a number of reasons, that really doesn't seem to be the case here.
Most of the animals that could be used for such an analysis would be creatures that live mainly, or partially in water and produce slime. Examples would be slugs, eels, jellyfish or octopi. Jellyfish, octopi and slugs do not have bones, similarly to Charlie. Eels do however possess bones which is why I scrapped them from the list further more.
These animals (except for slugs) can contain their shape within water without possessing flesh or bones because of the different density of the water in comparison to air. Canonly however, according to the wiki, Charlie melts away in water which makes the comparison between him and the animals mentioned before difficult.
This leaves slugs.
The slimy substance that they create protects them from the environment and allows their movement. It is secreted from pores in their ‘skin’ and is produced 24/7. Assuming Charlie's physiology works along the same principles, it would make him slimy to touch and would definitely help him reach places he otherwise wouldn't be able to reach. For example, in the case of slugs, it allows climbing of vertical and uneven surfaces.
This would explain why he mentions he sees everything because he can reach high surfaces, inaccessible for others, with a large view over the lands.
The slime produced by slugs also has similar properties to characteristics Charlie has. The slime produced become liquid under pressure (for example when forcibly squeezed into small spaces). It also would protect the rest of his body from bacteria, sun rays and the weather.
Slugs can change their shape, for example when in presence of predators where they contract their body in a smaller form which makes them harder and more compact. It's unsure if Charlie can do the same but personally I think this would certainly play a part in hiding in small spaces and watching events from the shadows.
On Charlie's wiki is described that he cannot blink or close his eyes, which is another trait that slugs also possess. Instead of blinking the creatures retract their eyes momentarily into the tentacles that hold them (in case of land snails and slugs at least).
Because slug’s bodies are made up mostly or water, it would make sense for Charlie to 'melt' when in contact with water. The slime he produces, which would protect him from small amounts of water, would most likely wash away with larger amounts of water or simply dissolve.
Because he describes himself to be formed out of a membrane it is very likely this membrane would be semi permeable and allows smaller molecules to pass through when inside a body of water due to osmosis (a process that allows a solvent to pass through a semi permeable membrane to the more concentrated side).
In short, his cells or he himself would explode.
Although he identifies as a male, slugs are actually hermaphrodites, which means that they typically have both sets of reproductive organs and when mating exchange sperm and both individuals lay eggs. Because he still appears to be a hybrids of some sort due to his human features it is also very likely he either identifies as a male or only has a singular set of reproductive organs.
Now to reach his diet, depending on the type of slug, they can eat close to anything. Some are herbivores, while others are carnivorous and in some cases eat dead specimen from their own species. Although the diets between species of slugs can change, it would also be likely for him to be an omnivore, another hint towards his human side, and be able to eat whatever.
Behaviour between slugs differs greatly between seasons and species, and as Charlie describes himself as 'formed in the earth over hundreds of years' it would be unlikely he'd be social with naturally generated slimes or have any sort of connection to them. Slugs also do not forms relationships, and instead move on after mating, which would enforce that Charlie wouldn't be social to other slimes.
Slugs also typically don't form a nest of some sort, instead dump their eggs in a shielded moist place before continuing on.
Generally they prefer to live in places that are warm, dark and moist, so Charlie's attraction to caves (also to spy on people) makes sense.
Because Charlie describes himself as slime or 'goop' without bones or flesh, it isn't farfetched to assume he doesn't really have organs either (excluding the brain and such). Biologically, this naturally causes a large array of problems and complications, and most of them I will disregard as it's impossible to find solutions or explanations for all of them.
Something however that would be possible, is eating. Naturally it wouldn't be done in a way similar to humans, but I'd assume that after passing through the membrane that forms his 'skin' the food would be transported to a separate type of organ, maybe somewhat resembling a stomach, separated from the rest of his body by a membrane. Different types of enzymes and lysosomes (organelles that break down large molecules) would slowly eat away at the food and break it down to molecules that can be absorbed back into his body.
This is just my hypothesis however, and naturally doesn't give an explanation for the massive amount of other problems, and personally I don't suspect to get an explanation for any of them, but I felt like I should mention this.
Synopsis: This is a short series where I, as a biology student, express my opinions on the hybrids of the DSMP and the Origins SMP (or MCYT’s) and their hybrid traits / features and how they could explain the character’s behavior. Leave behind an ask to request a hybrid I can look into next time!
Masterlist
An easier one to start off with, he's an avian hybrid, and one of the crow family at that. Naturally there are different species of crows, so for reference I chose the carrion crow that inhabits the UK.
Now to get into it, the flock of crows that follow him are the fan base right? Just imagine that this flock is made up out of all those different species of crows, all looking slightly different accompanied by different sizes which helps Phil identify differences between them. Each fan is a different crow depending on where they live, yet they're all somehow gathered together in the massive flock that follow him around.
For Phil himself; his wings span would be approximately twice his actual length, and the dark feathered limbs would have a green sheen to them when the sun hits them right, making them match wonderfully with his clothing. I'd imagine it's one of the reasons why he wears green clothing in the first place.
Secondary, his eyes. Carrion crows have blue eyes when they're still young, and brownish wings. Now Phil has grown out of the signature brown wings that young crows have, but one of his more human traits is that typically eyes don't really change colour when we grow older. Which is why he kept the blue innocent eyes from when he was young even though they grew more mature, more tired, over the years.
Phil is also a fast thinker. He thinks outside the box for solutions and is usually quick to think of a solution for whatever problem he may face. Part of that ties back to his hybrid traits, cause carrion crows are very good at recognizing faces and are ranked amongst the most intelligent animals. It gifts Phil his fast decision making skills and thinking.
Besides this, amongst any other crow hybrid from a different species, he’s most likely going to be taller in comparison. Of course this cannot be compared to the height of other hybrids such as Techno, because the difference in hybrid species, but amongst the crow species, carrion crows are the largest.
Typically carrion crows live solitary, which fits his character well. He's never been one for many mortal relations, as everyone he grows close with eventually leaves. Whether it's by death, or something else, they leave his life one way or another.
He's grown tired of it, the endless worries became a burden relatively quickly and only towered up over the years. He has few close friends, but those he has he's loyal to.
He considers his friends family, which make a lot of sense seeing as carrion crows usually stay within each other's proximity even after leaving the nest. Once he considers someone close enough to call family, he'll stick around by them with undying loyalty.
Like a carrion crow, Phil eats right about anything he finds. Though his human traits allow him to farm and grow his own food, he's certainly not above catching a wild animal during his travels when he grows tired of the constant flying. With his human size the prey he catches is certainly larger than what a normal sized crow could catch, but his fast metabolism makes up for it.
I'd also imagine Phil to have a loud voice. Carrion crows are generally noisy birds so I'd imagine Phil to have a naturally louder voice that can carry quite the distance. Paired with that comes that he prefers high places to sit down (whether that be a tree during a flight or a table inside his home) and while that makes more sense for actual crows to do, as they'll blend in with their surroundings and it gives them a vantage point to look at the surrounding area, it's more like an instinct for him. It'd unconsciously just feel better for him to sit down somewhere high place even if it isn't that much of a difference.
Besides that, the monuments he tends to make projects out of that are scattered around the world (the sea temple, endlantis) can be explained as well! Carrion crow's nest in high trees or cliff edges but like to use old and empty buildings just as much. So it makes sense for Phil to want to fix up these builds, maybe not to nest within them, but he is naturally drawn to them.
Other than that I'd imagine that he has frequent neck pains. Form is function and crows' anatomical forms are based around their wings. There is a reason why they don't have a defined necks like humans. I'd imagine that especially after long flights, he'll want to collapse from the pain in his neck due to having to keep his head up in the sky. He usually carries at least a few bottles of health or regeneration with him for their pain numbing abilities.
currently considering starting a small series about the hybrids of the DSMP and biologically accurate facts / traits they’d have. Weird habits, characteristic behavior explained with the traits, that kind of stuff. I’m a biology student and thought of this after a recent project i had to make about crows so I already have written a post for Phil that is low key ready to go up. It wouldn’t be x reader or any sort of ship, more just a character analysis. Asks would be open for characters to do next and stuff like that. Would y’all be interested to read this?
P!Phil x reader, P!Wilbur x reader, P!Tommy x reader
Warnings: nothing
Word count: 0.8K
Synopsis: basically just school stress with 3/4 SBI, how they’d deal with it and help you through it
Requested: no
A/n: short something, I just finished a ton of tests for university and was stressed so this was on my mind a lot throughout. Figured it’d be nice to write down for anyone going through the same. Also this doesn’t mean I suddenly write for cc!, this is just a one time thing for my own enjoyment, my rules still apply so please dont start requesting cc! oneshots.
Rules, Masterlist
Tommy:
Let's be honest, while you're studying for tests, he's doing the exact same
Study sessions, nevermind if you're studying something completely different, there's something about studying with others that make you focus better
Google is your answer to anything and if any funny answers are found they're immediately shared
Every so often he'll stretch his arms, standing up and getting something to drink, asking if you want anything in the mean time
He will most certainly tank up on caffeine to for some last minute studying because he was busy recording in the past days and didn't have any time
Will most likely need some reminders to sleep and drink some actual water instead of energy drinks
If you're the only one that has a test, count on him to come over with some snacks and drinks
He will most definitely just take his laptop with him to your place to work on something while you're studying
Will definitely complain about the amount of work and ask for your notes if you do actually study the same
Whenever either of you have a test there are instant texts afterwards to discuss how it went
Wilbur:
Whatever you're studying, count on it he'll read up on the subjects to help you in any way possible
He loves to learn new things and adores listening to you as you explain the topics to him
He might as well take the study with you to be fair, he ends up studying the topics with you either way
If you're stressed he's quick to pull you away from your books for a little while
Similarly to Tommy, he will definitely get you your favourite snacks and drinks to encourage you to study
He can, and will most definitely motivate you to study by promising to do fun stuff with you after you're done
Will pick you up from university after a test and take you to a nearby café or park as you rant about the test
If you need to turn in an essay he'll gladly read it over for you and check it
Definitely a better person to go to if you're frustrated with school than Tommy, Wilbur will help you through it in whatever way you want
You just want to cry for a bit to relieve stress? He's ready with a blanket and snacks to calm you down again when you have let it all out
Phil:
He most likely has little to no idea about whatever it is that you're studying
Despite that he's always open to offer advice where you'll need it
He's the most caring out of the three, he will most definitely send you messages to get some rest if he sees your discord icon still online throughout the night
He will make sure you take breaks and get proper amounts of rest
Will also just randomly order take out to get delivered to your home if you're having a hard time with assignments or studying for a test
Is always open to listen to your rants about the topics or work amounts, or just whatever may be bothering you
He'll gladly help you plan out a schedule if that helps you
Although he may have no idea about the actual topics, he will proof read any essay or paper you sent him for grammatical mistakes and such
Similarly to Wilbur, Phil will take a train and come visit you after tests to do some fun things and take your mind of things
Will get some snacks on the way over and spent at least the remaining day with you
If he can't come over count on it he'll at least call you after the test to ask how it went, maybe even offer to play some games instead of hanging out
Warnings: grieving, character death (Wilbur’s), sad stuff
Word count: 1.2K
Synopsis: After Wilbur left your shared home, promising he’d return to you, he never did. Dying to his fathers blade after setting off the TNT that destroyed L’manburg.
Requested: no
A/n: not what i wanted to upload, but I’ve been really silent and busy with college so I haven’t had much time to write these days. Still had this from a bit back and figured it was good to upload now.
Rules, Masterlist
The stone occupied the little space in your garden where sunlight directly hit. Most of the surroundings hidden in the shade of trees, all overgrown except the newly turned dirt in that one bright corner.
Messily his name was hacked in the builder that laid there, you knew that with time and the weather continuously beating down on it the scratched name would fade.
Maybe, as time passed, you would give up, as your hair grayed with age and your hands trembled. The rock returning to its natural state, but that would take an eternity if it were up to you.
The droplets washed away the dust that had formed as you clenched the hammer and carving tool in your hands.
Steadily they streamed down your cheeks, the sun shining on your back as your hands worked as you carved "Wilbur Soot" into the rocks surface.
Your cabin had been spared from the explosions barely a week prior. Despite his promise he never returned.
The stream of tears grew as you reached the end of his name, the water and breeze removing the dust and showing you the messily written name in the stone. Besides the unfamiliar tools you were bound to watch your hands move through your tears.
It was messier than it should have been.
Your fingers traced the carvings as you choked on a broken sob stuck in your throat. The tools clattered on the ground, hitting each other as they met the soft dirt of the forest floor.
"I am Wilbur Soot," he send a charming smile your way, clothed in official looking robes with a captains hat positioned on his head that shifted as he cocked his head at you, "pleased to meet you."
"Y/n L/n," a small smile formed on your face at the male before you, "it's my pleasure."
You had come so far. It had worked so long.
Desperation clouded your mind,
"I loved you"
You choked on the words as they left your mouth, barely louder than a whisper as you felt the damp dirt soak into your pants. Your sight entirely lost to the tears although you didn't bother wiping them away.
Maybe if you had intervened, maybe of you had gone with him, been with him. Maybe you could've avoided it.
Wilbur spoke up, looking nervously at you as you stood beside him. The two of you had taken a walk through the forest you would end up building your shared cabin in. In between the busy schedule he had, he made time for you, for this walk.
You had assumed he wanted to clear his mind after all the work.
Over a short period of time you had become friends with the male, and as time passed your relationship deepened. Now whenever he was off his work, he'd spent nearly every second by your side.
"I need to tell you something." A small nervous smile spread on his face as you glanced up at him, you stumbled upon a small clearing.
Gently he gripped your hand pulling you to the middle of it as he turned to face you, "I- I wanted to do this differently, but I'm afraid this can't wait any longer."
Curiously you raised your eyebrow at him as he grabbed both your hands, "Y/n, I love you."
You could see the nervous look on his face, starting to ramble off at your split second of silence.
Pulling him closer and wrapping your arms around his neck you buried your face in his neck, whispering those special words in his ear as he held you close,
"I loved you."
Sobs wrecked your body as you clutched the stone, it being your only leverage on the Wilbur that you had known, that had been yours.
He wasn't even granted a proper funeral. This was the most you could do as memorial despite the absence of an actual grave.
Memories of the two of you together raced through your mind, desperately clutching onto them in the hope that they could grant you closure.
Even in his mental descend he had leaned upon you. With you he wouldn't need to worry about all that was going on around him, you were his safe haven. The rock he could clutch onto, unmoving against the raging sea of madness he was slowly but surely drowning in.
You had seen his descend. You promised yourself you'd get him back, the man that you loved.
Although it wasn't enough. It couldn't have been enough.
The sun that had shone when you started this task had been replaced by dark clouds. Droplets steadily dripped on the stone, joining the tears that had landed on it.
It soaked you, clothes sticking to your skin as you cried out, the true realization intrusive in your thoughts, tearing your heart apart.
Your voice echoed through the forest, the heart wrenching sound bouncing off the trees surrounding your little cabin, empty of his presence as it had been for the past days.
Refusal had fought back a tiring battle against the reality Phil had brought you, yet it couldn't win.
And now it finally won.
Wilbur was gone from your life.
The rain beat down on your back, embracing you in a cold hug, steady and calming although it was nothing against the racing of your heart as it got torn apart, shredded to bits and pieces as you let out the emotions plaguing your mind in the only way you could right now.
You wanted to be mad, your body too exhausted as the tears were hidden by the rain that streamed down your face.
Sobs and cries wrecked through your body as you still sat beside the stone, arms thrown around it in a desperate attempt to feel Wilbur one last time.
"I- I can't believe" your words were choked out, hoarse as you mumbled against the stone, the sound of your voice easily overpowered by the loud downpour of the rain.
Hey I just wanted to say, it’s totally fine you don’t do requests for mental illness and disabilities and stuff but please call autism a disability next time because calling in a mental illness can be demonizing! /lh
Oh I'm sorry! I'm not a native english speaker so I some times tend to use the wrong words to catagorize these kinds of things, but I'll make sure to keep that in mind for future reference! Thank you for letting me know, and have a good day/night!
real sorry bout that! I forgot bout that sorry again
Don't worry about it! It's understandable that people either forget or read over it so it's alright, my profile is still a safe space for anyone with mental illnesses and / or other related problems for comfort and all, I just don't write about it specifically. Have a good day/ night!
