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Information to fill in gaps for the Blade Family AU by inter-somniac and karinsnightmareparty
Blade Family:
Techno
Y/N
K/N
Ranboo
Tommy (later)
Blade Family Relationships:
Techno & Y/N: married
Y/N & K/N: adoptive parent/child
Techno & Ranboo: adoptive father/son
Techno & K/N: adoptive father/child (later)
Y/N & Ranboo: adoptive parent/son (later)
Techno & Y/N + Tommy: adoptive parents/son
Background Information
Y/N:
fae humanoid
adopts K/N following the death of Wilbur
had a short-term relationship with Techno during the SMPEarth era
marries Techno after just having met each other again
highly protective of family
practices fae magic in the woods at the edge of the tundra
usually appears in a mostly human form/does not display fae physical characteristics unless extremely angry
originally based on @inter-somniac
freed from fae duties by a teenage Wilbur
has a soft spot for children and animals
spoils Michael because he's like an adoptive grandchild
K/N:
eldritch god hybrid
had most of life force stripped away by Dream/DreamXD because of their godlike energy force
adopted and nursed back to health by Wilbur
strained relationship with Fundy (foster siblings)
became extremely sick during the Pogtopia arc
Y/N adopts them after Wilbur's death
has trauma from Dream and Wilbur
K/N's room has no furniture (except an art table) and is piled high with blankets and pillows to form a nest
has a "beast" form that looks like a wolf, drains a large amount of energy
is calmed by Y/N or Techno's heartbeat/recordings of Wilbur's music
makes crocheted dolls of the family that include decorated clay hearts inside to represent the member the doll is based on
K/N's doll is made by Y/N
Has to be treated by Phil after using excessive amounts of energy
originally based on @karinsnightmareparty
Techno:
is a simp for his spouse
highly protective of his family
is still made Y/N doesn't let Steve inside for family cuddle puddles
constantly at odds with revived Wilbur when Wilbur tries to re-enter K/N's life
has had a physical altercation with Fundy in defense of K/N
built a giant shed/outbuilding when the family moved into his house
allows the family to have pretty much whatever pet they want
has trained the entire family at combat because of he is not the most popular of people
an actual softy for his family and deeply enjoys family cuddle puddles/living room sleepovers
Ranboo:
originally taken in by Techno right before he and Tubbo become platonic husbands
spends a great deal of time at the Blade house
has a close bond with K/N because of trauma from Dream
least likely member of the Blade house to start a fight, but will join in if his family starts one
brings Tubbo and Michael to the house often
Tommy:
last member to officially join the Blade family
taken in by Y/N because of the lack of stability he's had
close with K/N, though they are extremely antagonistic towards each other at times
still adapting to having a loving family
sleeps in Ranboo's old room because the smell comforts him
antagonized on occasion by Techno (Techno is always scolded by Y/N for this)
Random Bits About the Blade Family in AU:
There was a timeline of the AU in which Y/N was a phantom hybrid who was in a relationship with Sam
There was also a bit where K/N and Wilbur ran an all age friendly speakeasy that served mocktails for the underaged crowd. There was a dark entity in the basement that was named Jeff, and Wilbur was scared of it
Y/N was originally a librarian instead of Techno's partner/work from home/stay at home spouse
K/N was not originally adopted by Y/N, but was adopted by Techno. K/N was adopted by Y/N & Techno after it was realized that the three characters + Ranboo shared very similar personalities
Y/N has threatened Phil on multiple occasions to take his feathers for writing quills
Y/N is also fond of Phil's crows and regularly leaves them shiny gifts
Techno and Y/N would have adopted Fundy if the relationship between Fundy and K/N was not volatile
Steve is extremely close with K/N and Ranboo (it makes Techno soft but he doesn't like to admit it)
K/N hides sometimes when there is arguing or yelling because it scares them
Y/N half jokingly asked Techno for a throne made of skulls with Dream's skull as a centerpiece and Schlatt's as the footstool
K/N gets many of their clothes from Eret
Y/N and K/N are both written as gender neutrally as possible with the hopes to allow as many people as possible can enjoy the content
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Warning: The following contains material that may be difficult to read for some, mentions of war and injury. Reader discretion advised.
Dear Mum,
Rations have been meager here. The men are looking worse for the wear. Trenches are horribly smelly. Absolutely filled with water. Several of the Tommies have lost a foot to gangrene.
“Excuse me.”
Louisa looked up, startled. The men had been off when she’d sat down. Surely she hadn’t been writing that long.
“Would we be a bother if we sat?”
“No! Goodness no. Of course, have a seat. I can fetch water if-“
“No need, nurse. We’re just looking for a place to get off our feet for a moment.”
She smiled hesitantly at the young junior officer. He had the badge of a lieutenant, as did his friend. They both looked thin, and rather weary. The one who had spoken pulled out a packet of cigarettes before turning to Louisa.
“Do you smoke, Miss?”
“No. But by all means, do so if you’d like.”
They each lit a cigarette and sat quietly for a time. Louisa continued her letter, trying not to keep finding herself distracted by the two young men.
“Miss, I’m sorry to keep bothering you but we rarely talk to anyone but the tommies. What’s your name, if it’s not any trouble?”
“Louisa Darlington.”
“Fitting last name. You seem like a darling.”
Louisa blushes furiously, setting her pen down and looking at the young man.
“And what is your name, Lieutenant?”
“Lieutenant Simon Minter, Miss Darlington. At your service.”
“Your service is the Queen, not to me,” Louisa stayed dryly, taking up her pen once more.
“Will you quit trying to woo the nurses, mate. This is at least the second you seem to have offended.”
“And your name, Lieutenant? Since I know your companion’s name.”
“Lieutenant Joshua Bradley. Though hopefully I’ll be made a Captain soon.”
“Well, best of luck, Lieutenant Bradley, But I should think you should be more concerned with keeping yourself alive. I believe I see a handkerchief poking out of your uniform. From your lover back home perhaps?”
“Yes...my fiancée, Freya. We got engaged just before I was sent to the trenches.” Joshua got a distant look in his eye, and for a moment, he smiled. Then he shook his head and his eyes returned to the young nurse. “And you? You have a boy at the line or back home?”
“No. I was busy with my schooling before I came here. No time for a lover.”
“A shame,” Simon cut in, “A girl like you would be the most sought after girl back in Leeds.”
“Well, Lieutenant Minter, I find being able to sustain myself without needing to be a husband’s flashy arm jockey a more suitable recreation.”
The blond was taken aback by the harsh words, and Josh simply cracked another smile.
“Who are you writing to them, Miss? If you’ve got no boy to write sweet nothings to,” Joshua asked, peering at the paper.
“My mum. I’m the only daughter. She didn’t want me to come here, said France was no place for a lady unless it was in Paris to find a husband.”
“Do you have brothers then?”
“Two. James and Henry. They’re both in trenches down the line somewhere. I haven’t seen them since the first news of German aggression broke out. They were eager to come and fight. God save their souls.”
“James Darlington...I met a James Darlington when I was a runner. What does that brother of yours look like?” Joshua was curious now, having realized he might be able to comfort Louisa about the health and safety of at least one of her brothers.
“Tall, gangly. Like Lieutenant Minter, there. Red hair. Absolutely covered in freckles.”
“Sounds like the lad I saw. He was one of the best gunners in his trench. Incredible eye, even with the smoke and all.”
“Sounds like James. He used to hunt with my father. Always came back with loads of whatever they were after.”
“Miss Darlington, are you new in this trench?” Simon seemed annoyed to be left out. He shot a glare at Joshua before turning his attention back to Louisa.
“I was transferred from the next trench west a few days ago. I think they’re trying to keep different faces for the tommies.”
“Well, if they’re all as lovely as you, I think we’d all be in for a delight when we aren’t being shot at.”
As if on cue, a large bang sounded. Louisa dove under the makeshift table, as Simon and Joshua reaches for the guns. Then a voice rang out from a bit down the trench.
“Germans! Fire!”
A hail of bullets flew out of the trench. Clangs were ever present and Louisa knew that could mean death or miraculous survival. Though, she knew she shouldn’t wish survival. These were Germans. They were the reason she was in the godforsaken trench to start with. But she couldn’t. Louisa Darlington hated the death of any of the men that were in the French country.
“Miss Darlington, I would suggest running!”
Simon was looking back into the trench, eyes searching under the table for the mop of coppery-brown hair.
“Why?”
“Because I think a mustard gas canister just landed by us all.”
Louisa ran, desperately. She had left her mask back at the dispatch. Simon and Joshua kept theirs in them, but Louisa cursed herself for her stupidity. She was quick, but she didn’t know if she was going to be quick enough. Louisa had never been close to a canister that had been opened. She had seen them, sure, but she’d never been near a live one. Louisa took a deep breath and she looked over her shoulder. The murky vapor was far behind her, and didn’t seem to be spreading down the trench any longer. She sighed, stopping and placing a hand on her chest.
“Louisa? Miss Darlington?” Simon’s voice was muffled by his mask as he emerged from the vapor. His head whipped around, searching for any sigh of her.
“I made it far enough, Lieutenant. Thank you for your warning!”
Simon followed her voice and Louisa could see the burn prickling on the back of his hands. Soon, Joshua had found his way to them and his hands were burned too.
“Come along, the both of you. We aren’t far from dispatch. I’ll bandage those for you.”
Alright babes, big oops on my part. I didn’t get part one of the mini series formatted last week. However, it will be formatted and posted tonight! Check in at 8 pm Central (US). And as an apology for not getting my act together last week, I’ll be adding the story cover below!
Hello, loves! It’s been almost a whole year since my last post. I loved Fighter Pilot so much and guess what, that means I think it’s time for a new summer mini series! Next week will be week one. Check back often for updates about the series!
