when c!phil started one of his tangents to c!tommy with “items are cool but,” he missed one of the most fundamental parts of c!tomny’s character.
for him, having items isn’t “just cool”. it’s a luxury. he has been conditioned to believe he deserves nothing, he has had everything taken from him, and his own belongings have become a privilege as oppose to a right.
this is why c!phil doesn’t understand c!tommy, and why his “advice” is redundant.
I am sorry but why aren't we talking about the fact that theirs clearly a cycle in c! Wilbur's family? The cycle in question being "father and son drift away from each other" then "father has to see his son lose a life".
Also, we don't know if c!Fundy took Yogurt with him, so the cycle could perfectly be repeating itself once again.
Tftsmp episode where it’s set in the future but c!karl shows up in c!tubbo and c!ranboos house where the two were planning a server reunion. Michael is a little older now, people look more healthy now that they’ve been able to heal. But he seems to notice how a certain duo are missing.
c!Tubbo explains how they’ve been trying to find c!Tommy for years now but the boy hasn’t turned up. He explains how everyday the server would see their communicators ding with a new notification always consisting of either
<Tommyinnit was slain by Dream>
Or
<Dream didn’t want to live in the same world as Tommyinnit>
But it was the only leads they’ve had since then, the notifications always confusing the server members. How did they keep dying even when they only had one life left? Soon c!Techno and c!Phil walk in looking shocked, they start out by explaining to the server how they would never believe who they just ran into.
The sound of a knock interrupts them. And there in the doorway with lightning striking is c!Dream and c!Tommy with golden eyes, and many wounds with the smell of death lingering. The duo having white long hair, and similar winter coats with patches and dried blood on it. The two looking creepily happy with their hands interlocked.
“I can’t help but notice that we never got an invite, Tubbo.” Dream would say with a smirk, Tommy snickering at the confusion written on everyone’s faces as the two let themselves inside the usually warm home, but with them they bring in the cold.
Coming home to a warm log fire and a loving father couldn’t be better
No pronouns used
TW: None!
Some fatherly comfort for all! All fluff, no angst: nice
As a snowflake lands on your nose, you sneeze. Why did your family decide that living in freezing cold mountains was a good idea? You hug yourself, keeping your raven wings tucked in tight as another gust of wind hits your face. You sigh as you finally see the wooden house come into sight.
Opening the door, you hurriedly close and lean against it. You stand there for a second to let the heat warm up your joints. Taking your jacket off, you instantly hang it up to dry along with your scarf, hat and gloves. Your boots are placed at the door on the welcome mat to dry out.
“(Y/N)! Is that you?” A voice comes from the kitchen. That’s when you notice the delicious smell of stew being cooked.
“Yeah! Got caught in a snow storm and couldn’t fly home!” You shout back through as you add another log to the fire and sit down on Techno’s seat (the closest one to the fire). You grab the blanket from the back of the seat and wrap yourself in it. It’s warm and you instantly start trilling.
Loud trilling comes from the kitchen to match and you smile. Despite hearing Phil’s trilling and chirping every day, it still brings a form of comfort to you and makes you feel like a little kid again.
Phil walks into the room with two mugs filled with green tea and places them on the coffee table. He comes over and you smile up at him but let out a small chirp as he lifts you (still wrapped like a burrito) and places you on the couch. He plops down next to you and covers you both in another blanket before picking up the two mugs and holding one out for you.
You take it, holding the handle but balancing it on your knee as to not touch the hot mug. “Thank you dad.” You take a sip and internally sigh in content, it was exactly the way you liked it.
Phil smiles and pats your head, “Of course mate.” He takes a sip of tea before continuing, “What where you up to today? Do anything interesting?”
You hummed in thought. “Not really, I was just hanging out with Quackity, Sapnap and Karl in the village centre.” You light up. “We did get to try some of Mrs Nihachu’s new cookies when we went to visit Niki!” You groan, “They’re so good! I’ll get you all some the next time I go.” You nod to yourself.
He laughs, “Thank you, I’m sure we’ll all love them.” He hugs you closer.
“Did you do anything today?” You take another sip of tea.
“Eh, not really. Just tended to the animals and helped Tommy and Wilbur get their stuff ready for their sleepovers.” He places the mug into the coffee table. “Techno should be home soon. When he gets here, I’ll dish us up some stew.”
You raise an eyebrow, “Potato stew?”
He chuckles, “Potato stew.” He confirms.
Suddenly, as if summoned by the mention of potatoes, the front door opens and in steps Techno. He’s covered in snow and instantly throws his cape up to dry next to your coat. “It’s too cold to function properly.” He states while taking his boots off.
You snort, shaking your head. “Welcome back Tech.”
Grumbling, he replies, “Glad to be back.” He makes his way up the stairs to change his soaked through clothes.
Phil pats you on the back and stands, taking his empty mug with him. “I’ll go get us some stew.” You nod as he makes his way back to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, Techno comes back down the stairs and plops onto his chair, a book in hand.
You watch him for a second before speaking up, “Phil made stew for dinner.”