I have just seen all the new people who have followed and WOW.
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And with me being very close to 100 followers which is just crazy with how little I post. I'm going to open prompts soon, I hope I can get some stuff out of my drafts. Finals was... a lot, but now I'm going to have more time to post.
I'll let you know when prompts are open, but look forward to some new fics.
(I had this idea bouncing around in my head after watching an Essek comp. He had admitted to Scrying on the Nein occasionally. Im thinking about making a part 2 because itd be pretty cute if this was Esseks awakening/ introduction to the Mighty Nein tickling. How long can he go before he gets rangled in or trys it himself. Anyway anyway! I hope this keeps you fed for a bit. As always, enjoy!)
Essek had a couple duties that were less than ideal when it came to babysitting observing the members of the mighty nein. The bright queen was still wary of this strange group so having Essek to Scry on them wasn't too obtuse of an task.
He didn't mind the action itself, however he also was tasked in writing a report of everything that he saw. Mostly he viewed them doing mundane things. Beau and Fjord getting up early to go on a run, Caleb writing spells into his book, Caduceus making tea, and everyone sitting down for dinner. He even once saw Jester drawing his own face followed by drawing a concerning amount of tiny dicks.
Some moments held importantance where they spoke of they're many travels, and where their motives aligned. He had made close to a dozen reports and was starting to feel closer to this group. There was a tinge of regret that followed after these Scrys, like he was betraying the trust they so willingly threw his way.
When the Bright Queen told him he needed to perform one last Scry, he felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. He just had to get through this last one.
Floating into his work chamber he gathered the proper components and his spell book. He began reciting the spell and looked into the small water well thinking of Jester. The reflection on top of the waters edge shimmered in its familiar way and showed him the Jorhouse. The familiar tile and moody light from the wall sconces set the scene as he willed the image to find the blue teifling. The viewing angle slide across the walls until it landed on the couch they have in the living area.
Essek took a moment to understand what he was looking at, until the image clicked into place and heat crept onto his cheeks. Beau was leaning back against the couch arm and had put Caleb into a full Nelson while Jester was sitting on hip hips poking and proding at his torso.
"Bitte! Ah-h Jehester! Ehh-hahaha I cahant!" Caleb squirmed and squeaked trying to get his arms to come down but Beaus hold was iron tight.
"Sure you can, just admit your little crush and this all can stop" Beau spoke out.
"Beau he doesnt want this to stop, otherwise he would have said the name by now." A voice out of view said, though Essek knew it to be Fjord.
"Omg Caleb, your super enjoying getting tickled right now. Look how big your smile is~" Jester teased, her tail coming out from behind her to pull the hair out of Caleb's face.
Essek saw Caleb's face which was as red as flame and practically split in two from all the laughing. The drow could feel his stomach do little somersaults looking at the scene in front of him. The feeling of dread filled him thinking about the report he'd have to make later. The second hand embarrassment creeping into his mind as his own face was burning. He'd have to watch this scene unfold, as was his duty to his queen, but he felt shame for what felt like another betrayal to his new friends.
Then again.
There was also a bit of excitement. The idea he now knew something so exploitable from about his friend was undeniably satisfying.
A yelp took him out of his own thoughts as he watched Caleb almost buck Jester off his hips. Immediately he saw the reason, the tip of her tail was wiggling and digging into his toes.
"Ahhaa-AAH! JEhester! Ihi lihiehied! I-Ahahah I have feeheehehelings fohor no One! Bihihitte!"
"Caleb! Your lying to your friends? Thats it! You left me no choice" She stops her attack for a moment to give the wizard a moment to breathe. Her eyes brighten slightly as she brings her arms out to both sides and yells "Zooone of Truuuuth!"
The magic extends into the space around her twisting around and into her friends around her. Caleb's eyes go wide as he tries to fight the effects, but to no avail. The laughter and tickling had weekend his mind. Beau behind him smiles and speaks into his ear "Uh oh. You're really in trouble now."
Jester looks at Cakeb with a predator like intensity "Looks like you cant get away, and you cant lie." She holds her hands up and begins to start wiggling into Caleb's direction "Do you want to tell us now, or do i have to tickle you until you admit it?"
His giggles still laced his breathing, and his wobbly smile grew bigger. "Jester, this is unfair! You-you cant be serious"
"I am very serious Caleb, we're your friends and we deserve to know who tickles your fancy" she emphasized by scribbling her fingers along his waist. It looks like Caleb is going to say something but physically can't. "I totally forgot! Now you can't pretend you hate it when we tickle you. "
Interesting.
"Thihis is soho cruel!"
"This can all end, If you say one name"
Wiggling fingers shot to his hips and dug in little circles. Her nails occasionally digging into the soft flesh below. The wizard bucked and tried crunching inwards, not really getting far. "NEHEHEIN! Ihi Dohohont wahant to saaha-Ahahay ihit!"
"That's too bad" Blue hands stopped circling on his hips and reached up towards the top of his body. She reached under his coat and Caleb started to panic.
"Jester! Please, yohou-you know I am t- ah sensitive thehere!"
Essek hears a click from under the cloak and the human man starts babbling before one deft hand skitters on his lower ribs while her other hand slowly digs and explores each divit between each bone. Cackling echos from Caleb as he tries to throw off Beau and Jester.
"Caleb is this where your sensitive? How about here?" Her fingers inched upwards bringing his pitch and volume up with them. Her hand that was skittering changed to pinching and her digging fingers started vibrating in-between ribs. Caleb tried twisting and flailing his arms that were still held in place by Beau.
Essek had never seen Caleb chuckle, let alone laugh. And now he had to bare witness to this normally stoic man reduced to hysteria. If it wasn't for the Queen he would have stopped the spell and given his friend their privacy. Right? That would've been the right thing to do. Even so, he wasnt sure. It's a hard thing to admit that he kept watching not because of orders but because of curiosity. Curious as to what reactions he could cause with his own hands. What he-
Caleb Widowgast screamed as blue fingers dug into the tops of his ribs, thrashing the best he could out of his predicament. You'd think he'd been electrocuted the way he moved.
"Come on Caleb. Who do you like?"
"IHEHEHEHH NEHEIN! CAHAAHANT!"
Essek saw tears roll down Caleb's face. "Just say it" he found himself saying to himself silently.
"EHEHESSEHEK!"
For a moment, he thought he was actually there and Caleb was calling for him to help, or acknowledged he was scrying. Feeling anxiety that he'd been discovered, but it quickly dissolved and surprise graced his features.
"I knew it! You two have been making eyes at each other for months!" She slowed down her fingers, letting him finally get his breath back. Beau took that as her cue and released him. He hunched over and leaned his side into couch cushions. "You did really good Caleb!"
Caleb held his head in his hands letting his titters filter out of him. "Thahat *huff* that, was very cruehel." He practically collapsed forward "Ihi think im going to lie down now."
"No no no no no, you HAVE to tell us more! What do you like about him? Does he get you all fired up? Do you want to get all freaky?"
"Jester pleease, spar me anymore embarrassment for today" Caleb groaned.
Beau hoisted herself up using Caleb's back, chuckling slightly as she walked out of sight. "Its not like he doesnt like you back, we've all seen how you both get when you have your little 'wizard lessons'."
Jester eyes followed Beau as she walked away, and then snapped back to Caleb. "She's right. Oh! And, I'm sure he'd be all over you if he saw how cute you get when your tickled." She lightly traced over his ears and shoulders.
He jumped slightly and twisted and shook with giggles. "Noohohoho"
She leaned into his ear and whispered "I bet you'd lose your little keen mind if he did this to you."
Caleb succumbed to his tickly fate, not denying her remark.
Esseck felt his stomach swoop.
The image before Essek started to swirl and fade until the water well looked as it had before he started to Scry. The chamber felt all too cold and sterile, compared to the warmth of the Jorhouse.
...
Light of the Luxon, what did he just witness?
One million things were running though his head. Caleb had feelings for him?! I mean there was a part of him that had a particular fondness for his human friend. He was often pleasantly surprised by his deftness with dunamancy and his intellect, specifically with the arcane. After sharing notes with each other they're eyes would linger for a second too long and they'd have a whole conversation without saying a word. Even watching him the past 10 minutes had been mesmerizing, and he truly couldnt look away. The first time hearing his laugh, seeing him blush, and confessing his feelings well.... perhaps the Shadow Hand felt similarly.
The image of Caleb's smile was stuck in his head, as well as Jester's words "I bet you'd lose your little keen mind if he did this to you."
Essek put his head in his hands, and immediately felt how hot his face had become.
"I bet you'd lose your little keen mind if he did this to you."
Don't try to place this in canon. You can't. It does not go anywhere. Only vibes.
Ashton remembers the rush of battle around them. They remember pushing Fearne out ahead of them, and the moment of impact, and they don’t remember anything after that. Just darkness and dreams of falling.
They wake up feeling like they got drop kicked off the edge of the Core Spire. There’s half a second where they expect the empty room at the Krook House, Milo hovering around in the kitchen pretending like they don’t care if Ashton is okay or not—and then they remember. Danger. Alone.
They try to fly up, to go down swinging at least, if this is it, but it’s like something turned their stone to lead and all their limbs are too heavy to move. All that they manage on the first go is a choked sort of cry.
“There you are.” There’s a blue smudge in Ashton’s vision that they can’t quite focus on, a gentle voice. “Oh—shhhh—You’re okay. You’re safe. Don’t get up.”
Ashton’s head is swimming, and aching, and all kinds of things, and they’re in no position to do all the fucking math they need right now. “Wh’ppend?” they get out, and then a cool hand presses them back down into something soft.
Huh.
Dorian is speaking, but the words all sort of wash over Ashton’s head, little pieces of phrases like “got out” and “tapped” and “sleep”. And they can’t feel their hammer, and—Ashton forces themselves up through the fog until they can sort of see where Dorian’s eyes are. His lip is split.
“Letters?”
“Letters is fine,” Dorian says. “Everyone is fine. Imogen’s practically sitting on them to get them to rest. And don’t get me started on Orym; you know how he is…”
“Mm.” And Ashton stops fighting the tidal wave, lets their eyes start to flutter shut. Their focus is starting to slide away from them, like something really fucking slidey. Or like smoke. Hard to hold onto.
“That’s good.” Fingers trail from Ashton’s shoulder over to his spine, faint mindless patterns of sensation that make Ashton shiver. “Sleep.”
Loose like this, nothing but the sparkling tingles following Dorian’s fingers, Ashton can’t help squirming into it—away from it—whatever.
“Tickles,” they say, and the hand stops moving.
Later, Ashton will swear they don’t make a noise about it. And that if they did make a noise about it, it would not be a fucking whine.
“Do you want me to stop?” Dorian asks, from somewhere, and fuck, they’re so tired.
“No.”
The fingers start moving again, and Dorian makes a little hum about it, and it’s way too spinny in here for Ashton to notice or care if the hum sounds pleased or whatever.
“I’ll remember that,” he says, and then it’s all dark and quiet again.
It's been a while since I last fed the people, but I think I'm back. I finally have an alone space where I can make art without the worry of someone seeing ... well this. I found some inspiration to draw and this is actually the first time ever drawing Martin or John sooooo... hopefully I just keep getting better. Anyway small update aside, I hope everyone enjoys :D
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)
Rating: Teen
I'm alive! My Christmas treat to you guys, is a drawing of the amazing fic I have linked above. Go ahead and check it out because it's a good one that I always come back to. love your work Poe!
Hello . I’m not dead! For a while i just wasn’t in a good place. With school, graduation, getting a job and figuring stuff out for a while, and there was no motivation to create, or interact with online communities. With my own money i was able to buy my own laptop and i feel confident in creating my own content (whether it be T-word related or not). I’m finally feeling good in my skin and I’m ready to start up commissions/ getting back into the communities again! I really don’t care if anyone sees this or interacts with it, but i’m ready to talk fandoms and roll through some content! Nick out!
Ok ive caught up with campaign 3 (ep 10) and I need to put out some content so here we go.
Headcannons
Obviously spoilers for campaign 3
Fern: she definitely has some major ler vibes. Teasy. Has and will let mister wreck people. Very nonchalant and will continue her conversation while wrecking someone. She's not too terribly ticklish herself and if the question arrives she just says "oh, me? Not really, but your welcome to try." She might give a fake laugh and go "I'm sorry, I'm really trying here." She will go after Orym, Dorian, Ashton, and Imogen.
Orym: he's doesn't really get too involved in that kinda things and can definitely get away if a tickle fight breaks out, you have to really catch him off guard to break him. His laugh is panicky at first, then you get a stream of light bubbly giggles. If provoked enough, might give a quick squeeze to someone's side just so they let go. Normal lers are Fern, Ashton, and sometimes Imogen.
Dorian: such a sweet lee. Very flustered and gets very embarrassed. He will cover his face because of his blush. 'No's and 'please's and 'wait's will coat his laughter, though he will never try and get away. His laughter is always higher pitched but if he's extra embarrassed, it becomes sqeaky. I'm not sure he has a ler bone in his body, unless it's to provoke someone. Normal ler are Fern, Ashton, F.C.G., Imogen, and Laudna.
Ashton: tough guy Lee but a Nasty ler. Is the type to say "what I'm not ticklish!" And Will wrestle your hands away. If he's annoyed enough he go "that's it" and wrestle the person down and ruthlessly tickle them. When he's tickled tho he curses like a sailor. Typically lers are Laudna, Fern, (and sometimes F.C.G.) his Lee's are Dorian, Imogen, Oryn,
F.C.G. : not ticklish, and didn't really know what tickling even was until the group. Definitely will say "well ya know what they say... laughter is the best medicine" not a great ler. Though if he is helping someone wreck someone else he will end it off with "smiley day". He in his free time trying to make a tickle attachment . He will go up and ask anyone if he can tickle them.
Imogen: very ticklish, but she's a very teasy ler. Gets into people's tickled thoughts. Will say "stop? Oh I know you don't really mean that." She kinda likes being tickled because her brain turns into jelly and it's peaceful. But she won't really admit that. When she's the one tickling, watch out. Super playful and loving ler. Her Lee's are Dorian, Ashton and sometimes laudna. Her lers are Ashton, fern, laudna,
Laudna: not that ticklish (being dead and all) but does feel lighter touches. She's a ruthless ler, and will call her victims her little puppets. Her longer fingernails are perfect for scribbling ribs and stomach. I feels she's a big fan of doing tickly hugs, or just spidering. Her Lee's are Imogen, Dorian, Ashton, and Orym.
(Bertrand: was the kind to prod ribs for emphasis, but not really ticklish himself.)
(Chetney: he's not a big fan of anyone getting into his space, so if anyone touches him he'll just shout "haven't you ever heard of personal space! Jeez, kids these days!")
Hey I know I don't typically post personal stuff and this is kinda a vent of my day, so if that doesn't interest you feel free to scroll.. It also has to do with my physical health so if that stuff makes you uncomfy, I wouldn't recommend reading any more.
I went into the ER today, but I am ok.
For the past week I've had inflammation in my chest and yesterday was very stressful for me, and stress can cause inflammation to get worse. Last night I was worried for my health which also caused anxiety. This morning I had a panic attack which caused the pain to worsen and my family took me to the local doctors office. When they didn't find anything I went to the ER. The good news is that I'm very healthy, my heart and lungs and blood were fine. (They did say that my heart was small but it works just fine) they also gave me a covid test which came back negative. They prescribed me an anti inflammation medicine for the next week. Even though everything was fine, this was very scary for me. And I'm very glad I'm healthy. Stay safe guys.
"The trees" Phil said to himself pacing inside his home occasionally looking out the window towards the forest that had grown overnight beside his house. "It couldn't be..." He stopped.
"Could it?" He quickly opened his door and stepped out. He breathed in the cold air ad it hit his face. He squinted and looked into the trees scanning each one. Every bit of movement catching his attention from the leaves moving in the wind, to a sheep that was eating away at the grass below it. But it wasn't.... her.
He shivered and turned back to the inside closing the door behind him. The wood freezing his hand, before he removed it and went to go lie down.
Knock knock knock
He turned towards the door and froze. Who was there? Was she there? Was he hearing things? Did someone actually knock? Was his mind playing tricks on him? Was it her? Was it a trick? What if she isn't there? What if---
Knock knock knock
He waited a second more before walking. His hand rested on the know, and began to turn. He pulled the door open to see who was there.
A woman stared up at him, with soft eyes, and long black hair. A wide brimed hat cast a shadow onto her face and she wore a modest black dress that made it so you couldn't see her lower half. Black gloves covered her digits and the only thing that looked put of place was a small hard-core heart stitched into the top of her dress, it appeared to match Philza's.
"Hello dear, my I come in?"
He opened the door all the way, and picked her up holding her in his arms, digging his face into her neck, and she laughed as she held him back. He spinned her into the house closing the door with his body, setting her down gently. "Oh! I've missed you! Welcome home my love" He said pulling away from the hug touching his forehead to hers. She brings her hands up to touch his face pulling him into kiss. His body melted into hers before they pulled away. "How long are you staying?"
"Not very long. Less than a week"
...Oh...
"But I'll be back before the end of the month!"
Phil remained silent and held her. "Why can't you stay longer" He whispered
"You know why Phil"
"...I know"
Her hands that rested on his wings caressed the broken appendages, taking note of the small gasp from her husband. She could feel the feathers that stuck out and how tense he was getting. "Have these been bothering you?" Her voice soft and low.
"Well... I guess I haven't properly preened them recently."
She brought her lips close to his ear "would you like me to take care of them?"
He blushed slightly. His wings were always a sensitive and sore part of him that he rarely let anyone near. Of course she has preened his wings before, but its been many years. He nodded slightly before she took his hand and walked him to his bed amd setting him down.
He lay stomach down, nestling his face between his arms letting his wings rest ontop him. Gloved hands went to work, gently fixing the flow of feathers, discarding ones that had broken off. After doing all she could could, she began to massage into the flesh of the wing.. And Phil had relaxed into the mattress below him, he could almost fallen asleep. That was until her fingers got a little too close to the base of his wings.
A small gasp, his back muscles tensed up, and small giggles bubbling out. He didn't even try to hide how ticklish he was to the current massage which didn't stop. His legs bounced up and down, and she leaned down to look at his face. Pink was dusted over his cheeks and a tired smile lit up his features.
"I keep forgetting how ticklish you are here." His giggles got higher pitched and he hid his face into his arms fully. "Thats right, and when I say "tickle" that flusters you a lot, doesn't it dear?"
"Nohohohoho"
"I'm afraid so, I remember one day when I went up to your ear" she leaned down to his neck just hovering next to her ear
"and I said tktktktktktktktktkt" her finger scribbled onto the base of his wings, going up along his spine his soft giggles abruptly became hearty belly laughs. His wings twitched and flapped, as he squirmed away from the sensation.
"Ah! Ahahahahahaaa nohohohohohoho!"
He could feel her weight lifting up slightly "You almost died when I did that" she slowed down and rubbed the feeling away. Her husband's tittering slowed down
"Yohou are a mean woman Thahat was soo unfair!" He whined. She laughed.
"Mean? If I were mean I would have got you right here" she poked the underneath of his wing, earning her a loud squeak "or here!" Moving her hand slightly she pinched at his scapula muscles making him giggle out pleads. "Or here!" Then wiggling his hands into his armpits. He squealed.
"Krihihihihistihihihihin! Nohohohot theheehere!"
"You said my actual name! You must be serious" she teased vibrating her hands into his hollows.
"AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO! THAHAHAT TIHIHIHIHICKLESSS!"
"Oh, that tickles? How about this?" She took one hand out and reached backwards to the back of his thigh to squeeze. He cackled. "Does this tickle?"
"PLEHEHEHEEASE STOHOHOHOP!"
And she did. Removing her hands, she brought one up to his head and began to scratch at the back of his scalp. His face was still covered at the moment, but she could tell how flustered he was from how red his ears were. She kept her position until his breathing evened out.
"Are you alright, dear?" Her voice was soft kind. Something Phil had missed hearing. He turned to her with a tender smile. He turned over and patted next to him on the bed.
"Of course I am, now come here I haven't seen you in ages!"
They snuggled themselves closer like two puzzle pieces made perfectly for each other. Comfortable and content. The goddess looked towards her avian lover with a cheeky smile.
"You know, you never say stop when I tickle you." She caught his red cheeks as he turned his head away.
"... I guess I dont."
She snuggled closer "is it because you like it?"
".... maybe.." there was silence for a couple of seconds before Phil could feel the lightest tracing on his side. His side was incredibly ticklish but he couldn't help the smile on his face as he leaned into the touch.
Techno's half piglin, which apparently means he can morph into his piglin form whenever he gets stressed or angry. After one too many fights, Techno has trouble changing back to human. He finds help in an unlikely person with a very unlikely solution.
It's 4 am :)
I was going back and forth about posting this or not because there isn't that much tickling in it, most of it is just headcanoned lore but in the end I did all this work so up it goes. I promise next fic will have more tickling.
For my headcanon, just to clarify, Techno can switch between his piglin and human form at will when he is older but when he's young it only happens during times of great emotional surges like stress. Also for age wise, I think piglins live for much longer than humans. They are babies to teens for a lot longer than humans so while Techno is referred to as a teen in the fic he's been alive for about 50 years. He is still mentally a teenager though and for convenience sake let's say Phil finds him just at the perfect time for him to age normally with everyone else. For age reference here Tubbo is about 10.
Also, Techno and Tubbo's relationship/friendship is one of my faves out of all of Techno's relationships. Like the way they vibe with each other is perfect sibling energy and then in one moment its suddenly a mess of betrayal and hurt. Tubbo was Techno's favourite sibling and you cannot convince me otherwise.
Technoblade was born somewhere in the nether and that’s all he knew about where he came from.
Did he have a family? Did someone care for him as a baby? Techno didn’t know. His first memory was burrowing into the nether walls to escape a ghast and falling asleep from exhaustion. And that was Techno’s life from then on.
The other piglins avoided him, or outwardly chased him off. Even though Techno was part piglin, he looked too different from them. He looked too much like an over worlder. Techno didn’t know what an over worlder was until he met Philza.
Philza had the same pale skin as Techno. He had no tusks or hooves and he stood taller than any of the other piglins. When he saw Techno his brows raised in shock and horror. Techno was a lot thinner then, covered in rags he found and his body was coated in burns. Human skin wasn’t suited to live in the nether.
“Where are your parents?”
Techno looked at him oddly. He was well past the age for needing parents. Young piglins followed their parents but when they started to grow they were pushed away to be independent. Techno had no-one to follow anyway. This answer seemed to horrify Phil.
“Would you like to come with me? To the over world?”
Techno had never considered the over world, let alone though it was possible to get through. He only knew what the other piglins had said, and that was the over world was cold, with no cover from above and no red. It was new, scary and dangerous.
Techno accepted the offer instantly.
Phil took Techno to a tall strange portal with purple sparks coming off it. With Phil holding his hand, they walked through and opened up to a new world.
It was cold. The ground was covered in white, with more falling from the sky. Phil covered Techno in his cloak and lead him forward through the strangely coloured forest.
For the first time ever, Techno’s skin didn’t burn.
Phil took Techno to his home, where he lived with three others. Wilbur, Phil introduced, was his son. He was nearly as tall as Techno but a lot younger. Tommy was Phil’s not-son-son. He was younger, not biologically related, but he still ran to Phil as a child would and called Wilbur his brother. Then there was Tubbo, who was the same age as Tommy but he wasn’t Phil’s son either. They said they found Tubbo and took him in.
Phil offered Techno to stay with them. The pink haired teen was unsure until he spent a night with them. Sleeping in a soft, warm bed instead of the boiling nether ground was like heaven and Techno thought he’d die if he had to go back.
Techno agreed to stay.
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Despite the three years under Phil’s care, Technoblade kept some form of independence for himself. While it was nice to have support, and a home to return to, Techno didn’t want to grow soft.
He would explore further from home, sometimes returning to the nether and sometimes just exploring the over world. He could be gone for days at a time but as long as he came home then Phil was fine with it.
Techno was making his way back from an independent trip now. His footsteps were heavy, dragging through the mud from the rainy spring day. He was back from the nether, where he discovered a bastion where the piglins were more hostile than usual to him. Techno had won the fight but he was injured and need to tend to the wounds.
The injuries, however, was the least of Techno’s worries. Technoblade had morphed into a piglin during the battle; and he still hadn’t changed back.
During one of his wanderings in the past, Techno had learned where the piglin part of him was. He was in a battle with raiders when he morphed. His skin turned pink and tougher. His hair turned to fur around his face and his feet into hooves. Techno looked like a proper piglin, but when the adrenaline had passed, he turned back to human.
The change happened a few times more were Techno had grown comfortable with it. He expected it, but now it had been hours since the fight and he was still in his piglin form. He thought the walk back home would calm him, but he was fast approaching his home, and he still hadn’t changed back.
Home was just ahead. Techno quietly crept in, hearing Phil working in the kitchen and he snuck up to his room.
Techno worked himself out of his bloody clothes. He cleaned his wounds, which weren’t as bad as he thought, and redressed himself. And he still hadn’t changed back.
He kept himself calm even though the anxiety was slowly growing. Just when Techno was about to point out the irony with keeping himself calm causing anxiety, there was a knock on the door.
“Techno! I didn’t hear you come in! Was your trip good?”
Phil’s cheery voice once brought Techno comfort. Now it was concerning him.
“Y-Yes…”
Techno’s voice wasn’t steady enough and Phil noticed. “Are you alright?”
Techno had to face the music sooner or later. He gathered up what strength he had and pulled open the door.
Phil’s emotions flashed from shock to worry. There was no sign of fear or judgement. “That’s…”
“Seems this is the piglin part of me…” Techno held out his arms in a mock show. “I can transform, I’ve done it a few times. It’s usually been when I’m fighting.”
Phil nodded along. He relaxed a little but his brows furrowed in concern. “And you’ve always changed back before…?”
Techno nodded. He never meant to keep a secret from Phil, or anyone. He just didn’t know how to bring it up.
“But now it’s… Is this…?”
“I just need to relax and I’ll change back.” He lied. Phil trusted him though and relaxed.
“Well, that’s alright then. I was going to ask a favour but if you need to relax I can…”
“TECHNOBLADE!”
A green blur slipped by Phil and knocked into Techno’s stomach like a football. He doubled over with a cough and looked down to see Tubbo clinging onto his waist.
“You’re back!” The young boy pulled back, looking up to Techno properly. He saw the change instantly. His eyes widening and Techno worried it was in fear. “You’re a piglin!”
“Tubbo! Get back!” Phil sprang forward, pulling Tubbo back by his shirt. The boy squealed as he was back at Phil’s side.
“I wanna see Techno!” Tubbo struggled. “You said me and Techno could hang out!”
Techno looked up to Phil curiously who gave a sorry look.
“I was going to ask you if you could watch Tubbo. Wilbur and Tommy went to the market today and I was going to go pick them up. But if you need time alone I can take Tubbo.”
“NO!” Tubbo’s hands reached behind his neck to Phil’s hand. “I wanna be with Technoblade!”
Phil said something else to Tubbo but Techno couldn’t hear it. Techno was still focusing on Tubbo’s words, hearing them over and over again.
I wanna be with Technoblade!
“I’ll watch him.”
Phil looked up, raising a brow in confusion. Tubbo gasped. “Are you sure?” Phil asked carefully.
“He said yes!” Tubbo wriggled out of Phil’s grasp, running back to Techno and knocking into him again. “He said yes!”
“Yes…” Techno grunted. “I don’t mind.”
Phil looked worried between the two. He gave a last look to Techno, as though giving him a chance to change his mind, but when Techno said nothing he slowly nodded. “Okay…” He relented. “It’s a big help, thank you.”
Phil grabbed his cloak and made his way out. Techno and Tubbo watched from the door until Phil disappeared into the woods, then the two went back inside. Techno just locked the door when he realised Tubbo was staring at him.
The younger boy’s eyes were wide, almost shining with wonder. It just dawned to Techno he’d never been alone with one of the other kids before. He’d been left with them, but in a group setting Wilbur was always the leader and carer to the younger ones. Techno was just there. Now he had to be in a guardian role and it was not doing well to calm him down.
“Why do you look different?” Tubbo asked.
Even though his tone was innocent enough, the question alone pulled something in Techno’s heart. “I can switch between piglin and human form.”
Techno started walked up to his bedroom. He was on autopilot, not realising he should probably be doing something to keep Tubbo entertained. When he realised his mistake he noticed that Tubbo was following him anyway and so carried on.
“Can you?! Can you turn back and forth whenever you want?! Can you be human now?!”
Another jolt to the heart. “No.” Techno swallowed back the growl. “It’s only when I’m in a fight, or angry. I switch into piglin form.”
Techno made it to his room, stopping the urge to close the door behind him as Tubbo followed him in. He looked up to Techno with a heartbreaking expression and Techno worried he’d already done something wrong in his guardian.
“Are you angry now?” Tubbo worried.
Techno relaxed to the concern “No.” He responded quickly. “No. I was in a fight before I came home.”
“And you’re still a piglin?” Tubbo asked as he climbed up to Techno’s bed.
Techno followed after him, laying over his bed face down. His tusks caught onto the pillows and his snout was uncomfortable against the pillow covers. His snout was too sensitive. Even the cold wind when he was walking home felt like it was cutting his skin. “I just need to calm down and I’ll transform back.” He explained but even Techno didn’t believe his words anymore.
What if he was just a piglin now? Maybe he had transformed too much and he didn’t have the ability to transform back again. Should he go back to the nether if that was the case? No piglin had lived in the over world before. Would the piglins accept him more? He still looked different considering he had more fur than them, but maybe they wouldn’t sneer at him now.
Techno was quite literally knocked out his thoughts when Tubbo climbed onto his back. The boy was quick and practically jumped onto him.
“Can I help you calm down?!”
I don’t think you’ve ever been calm in your life. Technoblade thought but he kept his thoughts to himself. He just folded his arms under his head and closed his eyes. “Sure…” He mumbled.
Techno could feel himself drift into a thoughtless lull as Tubbo rearranged himself on his back. He pulled himself up to Techno’s upper back. His weight was nothing to Techno. In fact it was almost comforting, like a weighed blanket over him.
Techno could have probably fallen asleep there, if Tubbo hadn’t suddenly stuck his hands into Techno’s armpits and started scribbling.
“H-HEHEEH?!” Techno jolted into full alert. “WH-Whahahat aha-AHAHA!”
“Wilbur does this with me and Tommy all the time!” Tubbo beamed. He tickled as hard as he could with his little fingers, scribbling up Techno’s underarms before moving down to the top of his ribs.
“Thihihis relahahaxehehes yohohou?!”
Techno had never been tickled before, or at least so much in this manor. He had sometimes seen Wilbur tickling Tommy and Tubbo. He’d even seen Phil using his wings on his son and wards. The only one who tried to get any kind of response out of Techno in the past with tickling was Tommy, but all the boy managed was a poke on the side before Techno grabbed his wrist. His lack of response meant Tommy never tried again and Techno didn’t even think he was ticklish, or at least not as much as humans.
And here was Tubbo, scratching up and down his ribs to prove him wrong.
“Aww, do you have ticklish ribs, Techno? I’ve got that too!” Tubbo’s hands stilled for only a moment. “It’s so much worse when Wilbur does this to me.” He started vibrating his fingers over the rib bones, hardly moving and yet the vibrations tickled worse than anything Techno had ever felt.
Techno threw his head back, barking out a laugh and shaking his body side to side. Even as he was in hysterics, Techno didn’t want to hurt Tubbo. He could easily push the boy off him, but he couldn’t be sure if Tubbo would land on the bed, or if Techno could catch him. He just needed to turn himself slowly and make a grab for those terrible hands.
“Your so ticklish! I knew Tommy was lying when he said you weren’t!”
“Tuhuhubbohoho! P-Plehehehease!” Techno pushed his head into the pillow, trying to shake off the feeling in any way he could. He knew his face was red from Tubbo’s words. His feet were kicking into the covers, pulling on the sheets as Techno tried to turn. As soon as he moved up from the bed, Tubbo was quick, moving his hand down to Techno’s side and tickling over his shirt to his stomach. “TUBBO!”
“Wilbur’s tummy is really ticklish. If you get him there he curls up. Is it the same for you?”
Tubbo leaned over, brining himself onto Techno’s side to try and tickle closer to his bellybutton and Techno saw his perfect opportunity. As soon as he felt Tubbo’s leg throw over his side, Techno moved, twisting his upper body as much as he could go and hooking his arm around Tubbo’s waist.
Tubbo squealed at being caught. His hands stopped their attack immediately to hold onto Techno’s arm as he was softly tackled down onto the bed beside the pink haired teen.
Free from the tickles Techno huffed into the pillow, taking a moment to gather his strength and let the last of the tickles work themselves out of his nerves. He gave a slow sigh, and then glared over to Tubbo. The younger boy sank more into the bed, giggling under Techno’s arm.
“Oh, you want to laugh do you?” Techno pulled himself up with a smirk. He kneeled beside Tubbo, using one hand to hold him down while his other formed into a claw shape. “I’ll give you something to laugh about!”
Techno pulled up Tubbo’s sweater and attacked. Squeezing and vibrating his fingers all over Tubbo’s stomach. Tubbo broke into hysterics right away, kicking out his legs and twisted to get away but Techno was unmoving.
“Plehehease! T-Tehehehechnohohoho! D-Dohohon’t!”
“Don’t what?” Techno asked, playing dumb.
“T-T-Tihihickle me!” Tubbo realised his mistake. “W-WAIT!”
“Tickle you? Is that what you’re asking? Why, it’d be my pleasure Tubbo. My absolute dream!”
Techno leaned down so he was close to Tubbo’s stomach. His arm lay over Tubbo’s chest, keeping him down and taking the hits the boy’s weak fists gave him. With a smirk Techno thought of a brilliantly evil plan and pulled his braid forward. It was slightly messy from his struggling but the end of it tied off into a perfect paintbrush shape. He lowered it down, brushing the ends of his hair all along Tubbo’s tummy. Tracing along the edges before flicking over his bellybutton.
Techno could could feel Tubbo’s hits grow weaker and weaker and knew it was time to end it. He flicked his braid back over his shoulder and took in a deep breath to finish his last attack.
“TECHNO! NO!”
The piglin-hybrid pressed his face to Tubbo’s stomach, letting out the longest raspberry he could manage. Tubbo’s laughter went to uncontrollable levels. His legs kicked out and he curled himself in, trying to protect himself but only effectively pushing Techno in more.
Techno pulled himself back when he was out of breath. The moment he let go Tubbo curled into himself, giggling and rubbing his stomach. He gave a look up to Techno through his teary eyes.
“Thahat was so mehean…” He giggled, but even despite the words the smile on his face was cheerful.
“And you weren’t?” Techno shot back.
“I was trying to help! And it worked! Look!”
Tubbo pointed down to Techno’s hand. Techno blade raised an eyebrow, looking down and nearly jumping in shock. His hand was a normal human hand. Techno rolled up his sleeve and saw the pink of his piglin skin was now a human pale. He touched his face to feel a human nose and his tusks had shrunk to fit just behind his lips. He reached up to his hair and it clicked in his head. He had used his braid to tickle Tubbo. The braid he had of his human hair.
Tubbo’s mad idea worked and Techno felt a joy he never had before burst in his heart.
“It…did work.” Techno controlled his voice. He felt like screaming out to the gods for this blessing but he didn’t want to ruin his image.
“So I helped?” Tubbo asked.
Techno suddenly felt a warmth in his chest he very rarely felt. It was the feeling he got when Phil had shown him to his new room, or when Wilbur excitedly showed him how good he was getting with music, or when Tommy was proud after learning a new fighting stance.
“You did amazing, Tubbo.”
Tubbo squeaked out a happy noise. His exhaustion and worry from the tickling before was gone as he bounced up on the bed, looking at Techno with his wide eyes. “Can we get food now?!”
“How can you even think about moving after that?” Techno groaned but he moved off the bed. Tubbo followed him immediately after, running out the room and down the hallway. “There’s no way you can bounce back that fast!”
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Philza tried not to let his worry show as he led Wilbur and Tommy through the forest and back to their home. All the while, from the trip to the town and now back, he had been thinking of Techno and wondering if he had managed to change back. He worried himself in circles, thinking he might have sounded too judgemental when Techno told him of his ability, or maybe he wasn’t supportive enough. Even if Techno couldn’t turn back, Phil had to make sure the piglin-hybrid would always be supported and welcome. Phil’s home would always be his home.
Wilbur and Tommy’s fighting pulled him from his thoughts, but they had arrived to the house which meant the brothers stopped whatever they were doing and bolted to the door.
Phil didn’t have time to call them back before Wilbur unlocked the door and they tumbled into the house. Phil followed quickly. He was thinking of how to explain Techno’s situation to them, or should he let Techno explain it, but when Phil stepped in the house he realised all his worrying was for nothing.
Techno and Tubbo lay on the couch in the living room. Techno sat on one end, curled up and asleep as Tubbo was sleeping in his lap. There was a discarded book by the end table, left unattended as Techno had both his arms around the younger boy.
Phil felt his anxieties lift.
“Hey! How come Tubbo gets to be so close to Techno?!” Tommy asked as though the scene before him was a great offence. He turned back to Phil. “You said Techno need his space!”
“I said he needed his space from you, and quiet down!” Phil’s voice was hushed but harsh. “They’re sleeping.”
“Hard to sleep when Will and Tommy just come tumbling through…” Techno mumbled. He had half opened his eyes, his voice thick with sleep. Tubbo was still quietly snoring, even as Techno turned and stretched out on the couch.
“Aw, I didn’t know you were a cuddler, Techno.” Wilbur teased. He grinned to the older teen as Techno glared back.
“Tubbo latches on to me, what do you want me to do? Move him?”
“I latch onto you and you pin me to the floor!” Tommy accused and had made his way to the couch. “I wanna cuddle up with Techno!”
“Aw, same. Don’t leave me out!” Wilbur joined.
Techno made his squawking ‘HEEH’ noise as Tommy climbed onto him and Wilbur was slipping into the couch beside him. “No! Stop climbing over me, Will! Don’t move Tubbo!”
The boys had found a somewhat comfortable position. Tommy had settled in beside Tubbo, latching onto his friend and Techno. Wilbur slipped himself into the space between the couch and Techno, settling into his side and putting his arm over both Tommy and Tubbo. Despite Techno’s protests and movement, he had settled with the scuffed cuddle pile they made. By the time Phil had taken off his cloak and hung it up, he came back to Techno having fallen back asleep, and the others dozing off.
Phil’s heart warmed.
Ever since Phil had taken Techno in, he’d been there for him in whatever way the boy was comfortable with. Techno appreciated the support, but he never looked to Phil the same way his other boys did. He never called Phil ‘dad’ and he always treated him like an equal, and Phil was fine with that.
Technoblade may not have seen or needed Phil as a father, but he had undoubtedly gained three brothers.
