just finished reading your fic Philzas Guide to Adopting Supervillains and guest comments are disabled on AO3 rn (I'm on the list for an account but it's taking a bit) so I'm just gonna ramble here for a sec!
I love that no one dies and we got a happy ending! and the boys meeting Kristen at the end was so cute!! it was a really sweet and fluffy (if a bit dark) fic and it had me giggling into my pillow like a little girl. I loved how you characterlized Phil and his backstory. I'd love to read more about it (idk if you've written anything else in this verse I haven't looked yet lol) it was so good and I wish I could give it more kudos! :D
AHH this made me so happy to hear š«¶ thanks for taking the time to find my Tumblr and leave me this lovely comment because I rarely log into my Mavia ao3 account anymore.
I unfortunately don't have any other works posted that are set in the Adopting Supervillains verse, I toyed with the idea of writing a prequel about Philza's superhero days but I never ended up starting it because my interests had moved to other things by then. I do, however, have a couple of other superhero fics, some of which are more silly, others are a little bit darker and you can find them all on my ao3. ā¤ļø
HELLLOOOOOO @mavia-anon !!! I was your gifter for the exchange, I really hope you enjoy this! I'd never actually written about tubbo or schlatt before, so i hope nothing is too out of character....
4 times Tubbo wondered why Schlatt was being weirdly nice to him, and 1 time he found out why.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Gift fic for @starsandwriting as part of the MCYTBLR Holiday Exchange Event
Hope you enjoy :)
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āYou don't think I'd kidnap you and take you to my real house, did you? Come on Technoblade, you're supposed to know me better than this.ā
āAh,ā the man hums in realisation. āLook, if you don't want me to write that article about you, I won't. Although it would be very cringe of you to silence the media like this, especially when you don't even know what it's gonna say about youāā
āYou don't know what it's gonna say either,ā Tommy says dryly. āI've been watching you for awhile, Technoblade, you've been procrastinating that article for days.ā
āDon't shame me for having ADHD man, I get you're a supervillain but I could get you cancelled for that.ā
āOh no, my one weakness. Twitter drama.ā Tommy remarks dryly. āI've literally killed people, Technoblade, do you not think I've already been cancelled?"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
SBI Whumptober Day 6 - coughing up blood // choking // "just breathe."
This particular prompt is getting a spotlight here because I like it. If you wanna check out everything else I've written for SBI Whumptober so far you can find it on my ao3 here. This is also longer than what I'd usually post on Tumblr so sorry about that
CW: dark SBI, possessive behaviour, vampire Tommy got turned against his will, (but that's not shown, just mentioned)
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There's a hunger like never before gnawing at Tommy's bones.
He's no stranger to going hungry, he spent most of his childhood being half starved and weak because of it. But even that doesn't compare to the hunger and the pain he feels now.
"Just rest," a gentle voice soothes, a cold hand carding through his hair. "You can eat soon."
Tommy whines pathetically, under the hunger pangs that make his stomach twist, there's an ache in his heart at the sound of the voice. Wilbur's voice, a slightly more coherent part of him, recognises.
He's supposed to trust Wilbur, right? They're friends ā brothers almost. He remembers joking about that once, he thinks. It feels like it was a lifetime ago.
But as awareness slowly creeps back into his mind, Tommy remembers more. He had trusted not just Wilbur, but his whole family ā Techno and Phil, where are they?
Tommy whines again, some new and unfamiliar part of his mind crying about the loss ofā¦ something. The ache in his heart worsens.
His family. Tommy trusted them ā had trusted them. He trusted them with so much. With his fears and his vulnerabilities, with his physical wellbeing, with his fucking heart.
Fuck, he even trusted them with Henry. The stupid ratty cow plush that was his only memory of his biological family. And what did he get in return? Backstabbed ā no, neckstabbed by Phil the moment he could admit he loved them.
"Wil," Tommy whines. "Wil what did you do t' me?"
"Don't worry about it, moonlight," Wilbur dismisses quickly. "You love us, right?"
Tommy whines again, confused and uncertain. Because he does. He loves them so much it hurts him sometimes butā¦ but love shouldn't hurt like this, should it?
"You fuckin' turned me," Tommy whispers brokenly, the start of tears pooling in his eyes. "I told you I'd never want this."
The hand in his hair tightens painfully, and Tommy whines once more, moving his head to try and shake Wilbur off.
"Sorry, moonlight," the hand retracts completely and Tommy has to bite back a whimper. "Justā¦ don't say things like that, alright?"
Tommy doesn't offer a response, he hardly feels smart enough to argue with Wilbur on a good day, but now, with his head stuffed full of cotton and the hunger overtaking his every thought, it feels almost impossible.
"I'm hungry," Tommy says after a long moment. "Do you think Phil'll make me pancakes again?"
"I don't think so, moonlight," Wilbur says gently.
Tommy frowns. "What's up with you callin' me that?" He mumbles. "Though' I was your sunshine, or whatever."
"You were ā you still are," Wilburs hand returns to his hair, sharp nails scratching at his scalp softly. "But you're like us now. Still yourself of course, just. Changed. Moonlight is only a darker reflection of the sun, after all, and now you're ours. I thought it was fitting."
Tommy hums a non answer. Wilbur has always been poetic about shit like that, but Tommy feels too distant to really understand the words properly. It's nice to hear him talk though, his voice has always been calming.
Tommy breathes deep, content to listen as Wilbur continues rambling on. He can't sleep, as much as he wants to, the hunger is constant. But heās fine, for now, he's certainly lived through worse.
Like being bitten and turned by a vampire.
The thought comes unbidden and Tommy frowns to himself, but the sound of a door opening steals his attention quickly enough that he doesn't have to think too deeply yet.
He feels the presence of two people enter the nest, an unfamiliar bond between them that feels like family. And with them, the sweetest smell reaches Tommys nose.
He sits up instantly, his hunger growing with a vengeance at the smell. Phil and Techno stand in the doorway, wide smiles on their faces and a fondness in their eyes Tommy has never seen before.
āHey mate,ā Phil greets him with a soft voice and Tommy makes an odd noise in return, something eerily close to a bird call. āWow, you're deep in your instincts, huh? Makes this next part easier I guess.ā
Both Wilbur and Techno chuckle at that and Tommy whines lowly. The sweet smell is only getting stronger, and Tommy is just so hungry. Whatever his sire is hiding, Tommy needs to have it ā to sink his teeth into it andā
āCome here, Toms, Iāve got your food right here.ā
Tommy doesnt waste a moment, scrambling out of Wilburs arms and off the bed, rushing headfirst into Phil, an unpracticed rumbling purr spilling from his lips.
That'sā¦ that's weird, right? Tommy blinks, awareness seeping back in for a moment. He shouldn'tā something is wrong.
āShh,ā Phil hushes. āItās okay, I'm here, just focus on me. You want to eat, don't you?ā
A haze he hadn't noticed before falls over Tommys mind. It feels safe, warm. Phil purrs at him and somehow he knows it means his sire is content. Tommy lets himself sink into the haze.
āGood,ā Phil praises. āTechno, if you would?ā
Tommy blinks, and suddenly something is at his lips and the sweet smell becomes overwhelming.
He bites down on the thing in front of him instinctively, and distantly he hears Techno hiss in pain off to the side. Tommy hardly cares though, there's something thick and rich on his tongue, almost as sweet as the smell still in the air but almost tainted somehow.
Tommy feels himself being moved and gently the finger ā Technos finger, he realises ā is pried from his mouth. Before he can even whine in complaint, there's something else pushed in front of him. It's the source of the sweet smell, Tommys stomach cramps and he bites down without another thought.
The taste on his tongue is heavenly, as thick and rich as before, but it's not spoiled this time. It tastes fresh and it feels hot as it spills down his throat and warms his stomach. Tommy drinks and drinks and drinks until he is full, his hunger finally sated.
He pulls back, the haze over his mind is gone and he blinks the blurriness from his eyesā
To find a body cradled in his lap.
Tommy screams and scrambles backwards, staring wide eyed at the pale and bloodied person in front of him.
They're not moving, not breathingā they'reāĀ
Tommy brings a hand up to his lips. They're wet and sticky to the touch and as Tommy looks at his fingertips, he sees a deep red blood staining them.
Oh god.
His stomach lurches, his breath quickens.
Oh fucking god. Thereās no wayā he wouldn't haveā
Tommy gags, rolling onto his side as he focuses on the sick feeling. There's still blood in his mouth and Tommy's breath hitches with the force of his sudden sobs.
He's choking. He can't breathe, he can't remember how to anymore.
His guts twist.
Oh god.
āHey, it's alright, I'm right here, look at me.ā
That's Techno. That's Technoblade talking to him in his deep rumbling voice. Warm hands grab him, but it's okay. It's okay, it's just Technoblade, right? Technoblade would never hurt him, he promised.Ā
āJust breathe,ā Techno soothes. āYou're gonna be okay, I promise.ā
Tommy settles at that. Technoā¦ Techno would never break a promise.
He promised to protect Tommy, and he had. He promised to love Tommy, and despite everything he does.
They all promised not to turn him.
Butā¦ but if Techno promises everything will be okay.
Tommy retches again. There's still blood in his mouth, staining every inch of him. He's scared, he's so, so tired.
The haze creeps over his mind, and Tommy willingly sinks into it.
His coven will keep him safe. They love him, afterall. Even if they hurt him.
"Alright." He shrugs as he turns to face the other villain behind him.
Morpheus is tense, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his atrociously neon green hoodie. He's trying to seem calm, but Techno knows it must be eating him up inside to be giving up his favourite piece of bait.
It's not every day that you can earn a favour from the Blood God, after all.
And yet Morpheus did, paid for with blood as the villain stitched a dying Techno back together. And since then Morpheus had to let everyone know that the famed villain Blood God was at his beck and call.
Despite the life debt between them, Techno was not a fan of how Morpheus would flaunt the favour at any given moment and still never cash it in.
But finally, Technos torment ends today.
"What can I do for you?" He asks.
"It's for--" Morpheus hesitates, seemingly trying to choose his words carefully. "Look, it's personal so I just-- I need you to get cool with a lot of stuff really quickly."
"Uh, sure? I'm cool."
Despite the unconvincing way Techno says it, Morpheus seems to relax slightly. For some reason.
"I have a younger brother and he's--" Morpheus hesitates again and Techno gets the feeling he's staring Techno down behind the mask. "He's a piglin."
And oh, doesn't that make sense.
There aren't many Piglins, hybrids or otherwise, left in the Overworld. Not since the last Nether portal shattered hundreds of years ago. Morpheus telling him this is more than risking his identity, it's basically giving it away.
"And I do my best to help him but I'm not like him. I don't get what he needs from me most of the time and he's... he's sick right now and nothings helping."
"How old is he?" Techno asks.
"He's ten," Morpheus admits breathlessly. "He's just turned ten."
Techno can't stop the quiet rumble that echoes through his chest. He's a Brute, through and through, a protector, and the thought of such a young shoat being sick and alone right now makes him want to sink into those instincts.
Techno clears his throat, embarrassed, and the rumble goes quiet.
"What are his symptoms?"
"Right! Uh, he's got a really high fever, like, dangerously high, even for Netherborn. He can barely move, says even the faintest light hurts his eyes. He won't eat because he says his jaw hurts and even if I can get him to drink something he'll end up throwing it back up." Morpheus lists each symptom off like a checklist and Techno tries to ignore his growing horror.
"And I assume since you're such good friends with that Blaze hero you've already tried Nether remedies?" Techno asks.
"You think you were my first choice for this?" Morpheus scoffs. "Look, do you know how to help or not because I really need to get back--"
"Has he shifted yet?" Techno interupts.
"Has he what?" Morpheus asks.
"Shifted. You know. Like how right now I'm an eight feet tall Piglin with fur and hooves but obviously if I went outside like this all the time I would never have a secret identity?" Techno explains.
"Huh," Morpheus mutters. "I thought Siren and Angel just had to do all your food shopping for you."
They still do, actually. But Techno isn't about to tell him that.
"So I guess since his jaw hurts his tusks will be coming in and after that he's gonna shift, which--" Techno frowns. "It's not gonna be pleasant, the first time. I don't remember how mine went but I can uh, ask around."
Morpheus tilts his head to the side. Techno thinks he's smiling under the mask. "You're gonna go ask Angel about it because he's obviously your dad. I get it man, just let me know."
Techno scowls. "Whatever nerd. I'll get back to you soon. Keep your shoat safe."
With that, Techno takes off into the shadows, the echoes of Morpheus yelled "Thank you!" chasing after him.
For once, in his fucking miserable life things had been going well.
He should have known it wouldn't last but never, not in his wildest dreams, could he have imagined it would go to shit this badly.
The fucking Blade bares down at him, all fucking six feet whatever of pure bloodlust and barely contained rage with a shimmering sword at his throat. Red eyes glowing behind a skull mask stare into his soul and he's saying something, Tommy thinks. Asking him questions or hissing threats, Tommy doesn't know. He cant-- he can't hear him over the sound of his blood pounding in his ears.
The sword at his throat digs in a little deeper, a sharp burning pain that makes Tommy full body flinch and that only makes the pain worse and there's blood on his skin and those red eyes narrow, just slightly and--
Tommy doesn't know how long has passed, but when he finally comes to, he's still in his apartment. The Blade standing a healthy distance from him with his sword sheathed at his side.
Not that he needs it to be able to kill Tommy in a hundred painful ways, but it settles his nerves, if just a little.
His hands are tied behind him, is the next thing Tommy becomes aware of, a dull ache in his shoulders as the bindings wrap tight from his wrists to his elbows. He's completely fucking helpless, not that he would have been able to fight before but at least he could move, could run could--
"Well then," The Blade starts as he sees Tommy blinking blearily up at him. "Where were we?"
When Tommy doesn't answer, the Blade crosses his arms over his chest. He can't see the villains face, but he can imagine the withering glare he must be giving him.
"The blueprints." The Blade demands.
For a moment, Tommy is confused. He doesn't have any damn blueprints, he works customer service at a restaurant, he's not a damn architect or engineer or anything that could be considered important.
And then he realises.
Tommy doesn't like to think about his life during his time with Dream. And even if he wanted to, he can't even remember half of it.
He knows that Dream loved him, a long time ago. In his own way. They were not quite brothers but- had things been different, if Dream wasn't a hero, they might have been. He knows if he thinks about it too long, his head gets fuzzy and reality feels like a distant concept and--
And there's one memory that sticks with him, as vivid as the moment it happened. Dream, with a resigned look in his eyes and a knife in his hand. Dream, who pinned Tommy to the ground and brought the knife down on his back.
Dream, who spent weeks making sure the scars stayed. Healed in jagged lines and burned edges.
Tommy swallows thickly, desperately trying to keep the sick feeling in his stomach under control. He'd never been able to look at what Dream had done to him. At what hours of torture had left him with. He could barely stand to think about it most days, even when after hours of working left his skin tender and the pain became bone deep, he could never bare to behold what lay there.
It would break him all over again, he thinks. To know what Dream valued more than him. Someone he used to claim he would burn the world for.
But with wide, horrified eyes, Tommy suspects he finally has an answer for all his unasked questions.
There are no blueprints, no carefully kept and cleverly hidden sheets of paper Tommy can fork over and then continue on with his life.
There is only Tommy, and the mottled expanse of scars on his back. Blueprints-- a map of Pandora's Vault. The prison in which Dream is currently rotting in. Where he should have stayed, forever.
And Tommy is the key that will let the beast free.
(this one-shot is Overwatch inspired so for reference here is a character list:
Techno - Reaper
Wilbur - Widowmaker
Phil - Moira)
CW: kidnapping and mentions of being drugged.
Tommy's heard of Talon before. Of fucking course he has. Even if he wasn't the son of two Overwatch agents he would have heard of Talon.
It's hard not to when the terrorist organisation have made it obvious they want to start another Omnic war.
Though, since Tommy is the son of two Overwatch agents, his knowledge of Talon is deeper than most. He knows they sponsor Rammatra and Null Sector and he knew the Widowmaker when he was just the ballerina who taught Tommy a pirouette and not the deadly sniper assassin he is now.
So when Tommy wakes up, head pounding and neck stiff, he recognises the uniform of the guards hiding in the shadows of his dark cell almost instantly.
A cold sweat covers his body as he brings himself to his senses, trying to claw back his awareness that is dulled under whatever drug he's under. Desperately he tries to recall where he was before this, what happened before he got kidnapped.
Winston and the recall and--
A thick smoke fills the room, distracting him enough that he gives up trying to remember. Tommy watches in growing horror as the smoke gets thicker, coalescing into the shape of a man, getting thicker and darker until it is a tangible thing.
A man steps out of the smoke, dressed in heavy black combat gear, the red eyes peeking out behind his boar skull mask make him so terrifying that even his bubblegum pink hair doesn't dull Tommy's fear.
"It's good to finally meet you, Theseus Craft." The man hisses, his voice deep and almost ethereal as it echoes around him.
Tommy's breath bitches at the sound of his name. His real name. Not Tommy Innit, the code name the government gave him when Overwatch disbanded. Theseus Craft, his legal name given to him by parents he hasn't seen since the Swiss Headquarters exploded.
"Who are you?" Tommy manages to ask with a steady voice.
The man stalks around him at a slow pace, like a predator stalking prey-- no, not stalking. Tommy is already caught. This is a predator playing with its food.
"I am the Reaper."
As he says it, he dissolves into smoke, appearing again behind Tommy and grabbing him roughly by his shoulders, the claws of his gloves digging into his skin so hard he knows they're drawing blood.
"But you can call me Technoblade," he whispers lowly into Tommy's ear.
"Or brother." A new voice speaks up.
Tommy gasps, flinching in Technos grasp from the shock as he finally spots the new person in the room. He's tall and pale enough to be mistaken for a dead body, an almost blueish tint to his skin and yellow eyes that glow. Tommy recognises him. Barely.
Wilbur Soot used to be his friend. They would often be stuck on the same bases together as their families were busy on missions. Wilbur was kind to him, someone Tommy trusted dearly.
And then he got kidnapped by Talon and Tommy knew when he came back that he was different.
But no one listened to him until Wilbur's family was found dead and Wilbur himself had vanished again.
So shocked by the sight of his old friend in this living nightmare, Tommy didn't even register what Wilbur said, only coming back to reality as he feels Technos claws fall away.
The Reaper steps away, joining the Widowmaker's side and Tommy can only stare helplessly at them, hands tied behind his back and an unknown drug still in his system.
"What's going on?" He asks, barely hiding how his voice shakes and the tears in his eyes.
This time, when the door opens he hears it, sluggishly moving his eyes to look at the newcomer and immediately the little sanity he had is gone.
Standing tall in the doorway is his father. The dad he hasn't seen in six years suddenly back from the dead and...
Tommy wants to be mad. He wants to be furious and scream and curse and fight but...
Well, he's been alone for a long, long time now.
"Dad?" He asks quietly, almost scared that the sight before him will vanish like a mirage.
"It's so good to see you again, my son."
Philza's smile is wicked, there's nothing warm or comforting about it and yet the familiarity is all Tommy cares about.
It's probably not a good use of his time and sometimes he can only stay for five minutes anyway, but he loved her more than anything and he thinks she deserves the company, even if realistically it's not like she would know.
But Tommy knows and his heart hurts so much to think about abandoning his mother -- the only person who's ever truly cared for him -- like that.
Sure, he has a job he should be working more hours at in order to afford his apartment and food and water and electricity -- and god who could have known being emancipated at 16 was so much work.
Despite all of that and despite the fact Tommy feels like he's drowning, he won't leave his mother alone.
Tommy visits his mother's grave everyday and he never sees anyone else step foot in the graveyard.
It makes him sad. All these people had lives and people who cared about them once. They had stories and jokes and they laughed and they loved and yet when they end came, they're all alone.
Maybe it's projection. Maybe Tommy fear of being alone and forgotten makes him do it. Or maybe, as he would prefer to think, he's just a good person.
He starts leaving flowers on the graves next to his mother's. And everyday, he leaves a new flower on a new grave.
Sometimes, when he can afford the time, he stays at their graveside and wonders about who they used to be.
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Techno has been asleep for a long time
It's hard to gauge the passage of time when you're immortal and also when you've been buried underground, but some instinctual part of him knows that decades have passed since he last walked the earth.
Since he was betrayed.
Since the Hunters managed to overpower his family, to hurt his brother and father, to shove them all in these coffins and trap them -- slumbering for years as they regained their strength.
They had probably hoped to kill them for good. Had hoped their efforts would be enough.
And yet Techno awakes, hunger gnawing at his bones. Stiff joints crack as he pushes against the lid of his coffin.
A mountain of earth moves as he claws his way free, feeling fresh wind upon his face for who knows how long.
With a wild grin, Techno looks to his side, a gravestone, worn with time reveals his father's resting place and...
A single rose placed upon the ground.
Techno snarls furiously, tearing the rose apart with his claws. He hears movement almost immediately, his father stirring from his rest at last.
Techno vows he will find whoever dared insult them like this and he will make them pay.
Growing up in the lowest ring of the Dome, one of the last standing strongholds of humanity has been a constant and harsh lesson of survival for Tommy. Nicknamed Tera by the pretentions fuckers in the Heights and even the Midground in an effort to make the lowest ring seem more appealing, everyone who lives there calls it for what it is.
The Depths is where the filth of the city hide away in the tall shadows of the Hights and it's where the people who had the audacity to be born there are left to rot.
Tommy was one such kid. He doesn't know who is parents are, and the idea of a home is unfamiliar to him, but from a young age he swore to himself that he would claw his way out of the hell he was born in. He would not be forgotten. He promised himself that one day, he would learn to live instead of just survive.
Tinkering had always been something that interested him. Something that, at first, had just been a way to keep his hands busy, but then the thought of building something, of learning how it works and having it be wholly his was too good to pass up.
Tommy didn't have a lot of things that were well and truly his.
At first, he only made small little toys and trinkets, made from stolen and scavenged metal and wire, but they never really felt like they belonged to him, just other things to keep his hands occupied and easily parted with every time he had to relocate.
Tommy needed something more. Something bigger. But his solution always eluded him no matter how many things he made and broke and remade better and better.
And then he was saved by Phil. Back when the Free Flyers were just three vigilantes keeping the Depths safe and not the huge organisation of mercenaries that try to keep the whole of the Dome safe.
Back when it was common to see those bird-like wings darkening the sky and hear people wonder if they were real or not.
Tommy knows they are. He felt them as Phil held him close, shielding him from an explosion and keeping him wrapped up safe and warm as he waited for Tommy's panic attack to calm.
That had been the moment Tommy knew what he wanted. On obsession, Dream liked to call it. Tommy preferred "healthy appreciation for the man who saved his life".
He wanted wings of his own. Desperately. He wanted to feel the wind in his hair and know freedom like never before.
But more than anything, he wants to fly beside Phil. To meet him again and to maybe become something more than just another life he saved.
Tommy's first prototype of the wings were far from perfect. The wings themselves too big and bulky for flight and the harness uncomfortable. Tommy had gone through many drafts but the materials he would need to make what he wanted-- no, what he needed -- well. They would come at a high price.
The Viper of the Depths is a mysterious figure with no name and no face. His followers work in the shadows and can only be identified by a tattoo of a snake on their arm. Whispers of assassinations and theft in the Hights are all accredited to the Vipers, not that the Corps would ever confirm it. They were dangerous people but Tommy was more than willing to take the risk.
And in the end, it payed off. Even if the large tattoo of the snake wrapping around his arm had hurt like a bitch, Tommy was protected and respected amongst the Vipers. He could even consider Dream, their leader, a good friend of his.
Even if they bicker, most of the time about nothing, and Tommy consistently gets his ass beat by him in training, they got along well. Two kids unlucky enough to be born in the Depths and trying to make a better life for themselves.
So long as Tommy makes Dream and his Vipers weapons, then he gets all the materials he needs, food and a relatively safe place to sleep.
Trailing a finger along the body of the snake inked under his skin, Tommy wraps his metal wings around him, feeling the way the mechanics shift in his back, he smiles as they obey the mental command, cradling him tight in their cold embrace.
One day, he will meet Phil again. His hero will look upon Tommy and the wings he made, and he will see that Tommy was made to be a part of his life.
I FEEL LIKE ITS IMPORTANT TO NOTE- we chose to design Cyberpunk Tommyās snake tattoo as if it was biting him because historically in MOST tommy interps and fics in general he tends to be someone who if he thinks youāre his friend, you could bite him and heād still try to feed you: even if it costs him his life.
though we have NOOO IDEA your lore for him I like to think he had gotten that tattoo specifically because he NEEDED the reminder to choose who heās close with and saves carefully since it could or almost had cost him his life: the heroes want him caught, the villains want to snatch him. Neither of those are good for him at all. He has at least (due to various circumstances) more than likely almost died ONCE because he was Too Close To A Wrong Person-Ri
Oohh!! I love this take so much!! The real reason Tommy has that tattoo is a bit different and you've inspired me to write a second drabble from Tommy's pov which will explain a bit more lore wise! Though I definitely want to add elements of this headcannon because I really love it.
I don't wanna spoil too much but I will say this: discduo /pos
PART 2 OF SKETCHES!! WE GOTS THE TECHNO!! @mavia-anon ās sbi cyberpunk au still has us in vice grip day 2
hcs/explainations:
due to tech being an android I imagine this means finding/making the under parts/such is,, embarrassingly easy. However the skin/otherwise āhuman maskingā bit is Hard to do so: Technoās a logical man. With how many times he gets nicked serface wise and repairing that is rather expensive. So at first to keep his more ārobotā innards from showing he is such they had cut off similar nanotech from other androids and adding it to himself. But He is also Lazy sometimes, thus heās had a ābare armā for probably two years that heās been getting by with by covering it with long sleeves and gloves.
ALSO we gave a shot at trying to design a sword-gun!! thereās a mechanism SOMEWHERE in there that Techno uses to open the sword so it can be used as a gun but also close it so he can SLASH shit āfor cloutā: the ātriggerā is the little lip bit on the handle(where the swordās ābaseā is.) drew a part where the bullets should go: I estimate 1-3 bullets are all it can hold though.
also yes the mans is in heels: if one of our techno interps is a villain and can work as a supervillain in 9inch stiletto heels and a corset with a Normal Sword I think this android techno deserves the same right to instill fear into everyone at him running in heels and wearing a masculine corset(the āvestā) with a medieval weapon or two with a gun or two mechanisms in it. As a treat for the girlies who want their Lesbian Protector of a Technoblade.
BROOO HELL YEAH HES SO COOL!!! And since he's an android I will hear no debate about the "practicality" of fighting in heels because I'm making that canon now :D
Fuck you Iām now likely gonna try digitalizing this shit bc FUCKKKK thinking about android Techno with strands of hair that act like these light up strand wand shit nā Wilbur attempting to āmatchā via having multiple white hairs to be an annoying shit to say āweāre brothersā and roping Tommy into doing so later himself is WONDERFUL IMAGERY-Ri
OMG Wilbur and Tommy trying to match with Techno is both hilarious and makes me so soft,, they're a little trio of glowsticks
@mavia-anon ās cyberpunk au got me nā mum in new sbi vicegrip so SKETCH IDEAS OF TOMMY SO FUCKIN FAR (also hi weāre the bitches nā bastards from @gone-dw-abt-it but we donāt use the account OTHER than for asking things nā replying to posts,)
The earrings r important bc itās CYBERPUNK AU so whoās to say that VERY SPECIFIC SET OF EARRINGS/OTHERWISE SET UP likely allows him to tap into police radios to listen in and āget gigsā as a vigilante.
bc I fuckin DREW THE MF IN THE CENTER OF THE PAGE thereās NO ROOM for the wing ref: HOWEVER Iām adding on the hc that bc heās at least in the first few stages and hasnāt fully tampered the wings right heās had to design them to latch off/latch on (hence the ābase latchā) bc otherwise he couldnāt go in public without getting recognized.
ALSO IāM BETTING 10000% THAT THE MF HAS DEVELOPED 60 DIFFERENT CHEMICAL THINGS TO POWER HIS SHIT AND COOL IT DOWN!!! including a dart gun that has chemicals that NON-LETHALLY can shut down androids/computer parts and non-harmful to humans. But no one has figured out the process yet so itās Just His Specifically
soft fuck you(/nsrs) weāre now making design ideas off that cyberpunk oneshot you posted. expect the sketches posted before the end of ten hours or something and you mentioned to it. weāre determined to get this fuckin right so please point out how you think they look/what you originally were imagining.
:O dude it would make me so happy if you did but there's no pressure!!
Anyway as far as designs go I don't know much since I only built this world like a few hours ago but I'll tell you what I do know and you can take creative liberties for the rest!!
Technoblade is an android, he has no idea who his creator is but he's extremely human looking beyond maybe like a robot arm or lights that shine at his joints (and also streaks in his hair that glow because I think that's cool asf) He has an array of modded weapons but his favourite is a gun that looks like a sword. Because even in a cyberpunk au he has a brand.
Wilbur is what's known as an Admin. In this au that basically means he's a sort of cyborg. Admins are highly revered and advanced tech geniuses (that's why Wilbur was able to hack Techno and turn his profanity filter on). Anyway as far as designs go he has his trenchcoat ofc and silver brackets in his wrist that he can't take off as well as an implant on the side of his head that he hides w his hair or a beanie.
Philza is a little different however because of lore reasons that I won't get into rn, but basically he has real bird wings and probably a few face piercings as well as a tattoo of a dove with an olive branch on his chest and if you want to please give him a sniper rifle he's earned it /hj
Tommy is where things start to get fun. So you remember how Techno asked how that vigilante was wearing those mechanical wings? Yeah,,, Tommy made them and literally fused them to skin. He is a little grimey boy with huge eye bags and a lot of piercings and he just looks ill All The Time. He also has a tattoo of a snake on his arm for Lore reasons.
I hope this was even a little bit helpful for sketch purposes and if you wanna know anything else lemme know but rn I have to Sleep.
Cyberpunk au oneshot with so much worldbuilding that I probably won't do anything with
"You heard about that little vigilante down in tera?" Wilbur asks suddenly.
Techno looks over at the Admin to see him spinning idly in his chair, the holographic screens floating around him remain still as he turns, and Techno knows that even with his enhancements that Wilbur isn't actually paying attention to any of them.
Which is unhelpful when they're supposed to be working. Stuck on desk duty after their fight in the Heights that nearly leveled a building. Techno is of the opinion that it wasn't his fault, the Corp he was fighting told him he wouldn't be able to fling him through concrete. Techno was just proving a point.
Nevertheless, Phil hadn't been happy about it. Dragged all the way to the middle of the Heights for a meeting with Schlatt and as punishment he was not only stuck on desk duty, but stuck with Wilbur as well.
"No." Techno says simply, making a point to turn away from the Admin.
Wilbur, though, is never one to be so easily deterred by such a blatant rejection as he pushes his chair away from his own desk and wheels his way over to Technos.
"You like building shit, I think you'll find this cool."
Techno sighs, despite being an android that doesn't need to breath, he needs Wilbur to feel his exasperation somehow. "I mod weapons, Wil, I don't 'build sh-- crap'. I've told you this before." The way his mouth stutters over the swear just makes him even more frustrated.
Stupid Wilbur and his stupid Admin-ness turning his profanity filter on for some sick joke.
Still undeterred, Wilbur slides a hologram screen in front of Technos face and he quickly scans over the image in front of him only -- much to Wilbur's smug amusement -- to find he is quite interested.
"Are those mechanical wings?" Techno asks. "How are they attatched-- how do they even work?"
Wilbur shrugs taking the holo screen back and wheeling over to his own desk again. "No clue. Kids gotta be some sort of genius. I'm thinking about asking Dadza if we need a new agent."
"If you can ever get him out of his office," Techno says dryly. "It would be good to have an engineer on our team again."
The 'after Sam left us' goes unsaid, but still hangs in the air like a heavy weight.
"No vigilante lasts long down in tera anyway. It's better we get to him before Dream or god forbid Schlatt does."
Wilbur hums and with a flick of his wrist all his holo screens disappear in a flash of light as he pushes himself to his feet.
Techno just watches him go with raised eyebrows, noticing the determined set to Wilbur's shoulders as he walks out of their shared office, probably heading straight for Phil.
With a roll of his eyes Techno turns his attention back to his work. If they do manage to convince this vigilante to join them, Techno'll hardly be able to ask him about his wings if he's chained to this fu--
