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(ooc; ‘ello!! from @ticklishtubs :D i dont see much between these 2 so here👍 /nfta)

Tubbo had earlier left a flower field he had found, a few flowers sticking out from the pocket on his green shirt as he now wandered through the SMP. They noticed a tall figure in the distance, very clearly a person.

He got a little closer and quickly realized it was Wilbur. He hadn’t seen Wilbur in a little while, and so they approached the man. “Hello, Wilbur!”

//ooc hii :D !! im using revivebur 4 this one

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Wilbur had been leaning against a tree, a cigarette in hand. It was like, his second or third day visiting the SMP island? He'd been staying in Tommy's little dirt house for the majority.

He hummed the L'Manberg anthem quietly, before he heard a voice from beside him. He gave a glance to who was on his side,

"Tubbo! How are you, man?" He smiled, patting him on the head (partially to tease him, partially in a friendly manner.)

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-slime

Tubbo somewhat ducked away from Wilbur’s hand. It was an instinct he himself wasn’t even sure why he had it. They stood up straight again. “I’m good! How’ve things been with you?” The ram’s tail flicked behind him.

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He'd brought his hand away, slipping it into his coat pocket. "That's great to hear. Uhmm- I've been pretty good! I've been explorin', I've been chillin', whatever." He messed with his hair as he talked.

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-slime

“That’s nice,” Tubbo smiled, and then looked down to spot the flowers sticking from his pocket. He took a blue cornflower, holding his hand out to Wilbur. “Would you like a flower?”

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He nodded.

"Thank you, Tubbo! I would love a flower," He smiled and accepted the cornflower from him. He'd spun it around once before setting it in the pocket of his jeans, just slightly poking out so he'd not forget about it.

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-slime

Tubbo’s small smile turned into a wide grin as the older accepted his flower. “You’re welcome!”

He now sat in what was arguably an awkward silence, the only sound being any nearby animals or the wind. But then he thought of something. “You said you’ve been exploring,” the ram spoke, “anywhere specific? Or just looking around the server?”

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"Ehhhh- you know, I've just been wandering around the server. No particularly speific places. I've been really interested in adventuring lately." Wilbur stated.

Which was true. He hadn't been really exploring the Dream SMP Island, but moreso outside the island. Exploring areas of the server nobody's passed upon before.

"What've you been up to, man?"

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-slime

#ticklishtubs #switchbursoot

Tubbo nodded his head. “Ah. Cool.” He put his hands in the pockets of his light blue jeans.

“Oh- uhm, not much, really. I mean I’ve spoken to Phil a few times, and i’ve seen Niki and met some other person i’ve never met before.. I forgot their name though. Been spending most of my time either with Micheal or wandering around.” They rocked on their heels as he spoke.

(ooc; ‘ello!! from @ticklishtubs :D i dont see much between these 2 so here👍 /nfta)

Tubbo had earlier left a flower field he had found, a few flowers sticking out from the pocket on his green shirt as he now wandered through the SMP. They noticed a tall figure in the distance, very clearly a person.

He got a little closer and quickly realized it was Wilbur. He hadn’t seen Wilbur in a little while, and so they approached the man. “Hello, Wilbur!”

//ooc hii :D !! im using revivebur 4 this one

//ic

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Wilbur had been leaning against a tree, a cigarette in hand. It was like, his second or third day visiting the SMP island? He'd been staying in Tommy's little dirt house for the majority.

He hummed the L'Manberg anthem quietly, before he heard a voice from beside him. He gave a glance to who was on his side,

"Tubbo! How are you, man?" He smiled, patting him on the head (partially to tease him, partially in a friendly manner.)

__

-slime

Tubbo somewhat ducked away from Wilbur’s hand. It was an instinct he himself wasn’t even sure why he had it. They stood up straight again. “I’m good! How’ve things been with you?” The ram’s tail flicked behind him.

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He'd brought his hand away, slipping it into his coat pocket. "That's great to hear. Uhmm- I've been pretty good! I've been explorin', I've been chillin', whatever." He messed with his hair as he talked.

__

-slime

“That’s nice,” Tubbo smiled, and then looked down to spot the flowers sticking from his pocket. He took a blue cornflower, holding his hand out to Wilbur. “Would you like a flower?”

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He nodded.

"Thank you, Tubbo! I would love a flower," He smiled and accepted the cornflower from him. He'd spun it around once before setting it in the pocket of his jeans, just slightly poking out so he'd not forget about it.

__

-slime

#ticklishtubs #switchbursoot

Tubbo’s small smile turned into a wide grin as the older accepted his flower. “You’re welcome!”

He now sat in what was arguably an awkward silence, the only sound being any nearby animals or the wind. But then he thought of something. “You said you’ve been exploring,” the ram spoke, “anywhere specific? Or just looking around the server?”

(ooc; ‘ello!! from @ticklishtubs :D i dont see much between these 2 so here👍 /nfta)

Tubbo had earlier left a flower field he had found, a few flowers sticking out from the pocket on his green shirt as he now wandered through the SMP. They noticed a tall figure in the distance, very clearly a person.

He got a little closer and quickly realized it was Wilbur. He hadn’t seen Wilbur in a little while, and so they approached the man. “Hello, Wilbur!”

//ooc hii :D !! im using revivebur 4 this one

//ic

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Wilbur had been leaning against a tree, a cigarette in hand. It was like, his second or third day visiting the SMP island? He'd been staying in Tommy's little dirt house for the majority.

He hummed the L'Manberg anthem quietly, before he heard a voice from beside him. He gave a glance to who was on his side,

"Tubbo! How are you, man?" He smiled, patting him on the head (partially to tease him, partially in a friendly manner.)

__

-slime

Tubbo somewhat ducked away from Wilbur’s hand. It was an instinct he himself wasn’t even sure why he had it. They stood up straight again. “I’m good! How’ve things been with you?” The ram’s tail flicked behind him.

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He'd brought his hand away, slipping it into his coat pocket. "That's great to hear. Uhmm- I've been pretty good! I've been explorin', I've been chillin', whatever." He messed with his hair as he talked.

__

-slime

#ticklishtubs #switchbursoot #//ooc// ceo of not following lore‼️💀#however the flower choice was on purpose

“That’s nice,” Tubbo smiled, and then looked down to spot the flowers sticking from his pocket. He took a blue cornflower, holding his hand out to Wilbur. “Would you like a flower?”

(Figured I’d give a chance of comfort between these two.)

“The avian hybrid sir! Over there!”

“Get him! Hurry!”

Phil ran as fast as possible, he knew that coming out at night was a bad idea, he tried getting ground so he can fly, his wings cracking as he stumbled around, nearly falling over, nearly being caught.

Seeing Snowchester in the distance, he booked it over to the area, freezing and shivering, he hid behind one of the buildings, leaning against the texture, slumping onto the ground, curled up into a small ball, arrow markings, bruises, and cuts scattered around his skin, some bleeding, tears strolled down his face as he took shallow breaths. He knew they were gone.

Tubbo had been roaming through snowchester, his hands in the pockets of his large fluffy brown plaid coat. He didn’t seem bothered by the cold at all.

When they noticed a figure near one of the homes, he tilted his head. ‘Who the hell is that?’

He began to approach the figure, and as he got closer they quickly realized who it was; Philza. “Oh, fuck- Phil!” They sprinted more towards him, crouching down next to the winged man and analyzing his current state to see how they were meant to help. Okay. He’s got this. He can help— he has to.

“Phil, let me take you to my mansion. Please. I can help you, I have everything you’d need in there. Bandages, meds, whatever. I’ll take you there now, are you alright to walk-? You look uh, very beat up there..” The words rushed past their lips, he hoped Phil understood what all they were saying.

Phil looked up, flinching a bit, shaking from the freezing conditions. He was way to cold right now to move.

His wings weakly wrapped around himself, not enough to keep him warm, he tried saying something, only for it to come out in shaky hollowed breaths, little puffs of white air on his lips, his entire body shook, his skin looking more pale than his normal tone, almost white.

“Okay. Can’t move, doesn’t seem like you can talk. Uhm- okay i’m gonna carry you there. Alright?” Tubbo gave a heads up, as he didn’t wanna freighten the older more than he already was. He waited a minute before carefully picking Phil up, and carrying him to the mansion. “You’re lucky i’m strong.” He spoke in a lighthearted tone despite his worriedness.

Upon arriving to the mansion, Tubbo brought Phil inside and immediately shut the door behind the both of them. He took of their coat as it was pretty warm inside, setting it aside before bringing Phil to a more comfortable area. He found a blanket and wrapped it around the winged man. “I’m gonna go get more blankets, some bandages, and water for you. Alright?” He spoke quickly before panickedly leaving the room to go search around the mansion.

Phil looked up slightly nodding. He nuzzled himself into the blanket, still slightly shivering. He just sat there, thinking about what happened.

Tubbo rushed through the halls and rooms of the mansion. They got everything needed and immediately ran to where he left Phil. “Phil!”

The ram hybrid quickly put more blankets around Phil, set water by him, and placed the bandages and things to clean the wounds on the ground. “You warm up, and then the second your ready I’m gonna fix up all those cuts you’ve got, alright?”

“Alright…” Phil mumbled. He thought for a minute. “Thanks…for that….I could’ve died out there.”

Phil looked at his wing, his left one laying limp on the ground, he tried moving it, only for him to wince, followed by a tiny crack.

“Oh fuck, your wing.” Tubbo muttered, “Shit.” He has no fucking clue how to help a broken wing.

“Alright- uhhm.. how about we fix up your cuts, and take a look at your wing after, yeah?”

Phil nodded. “…Thank you…”

He huddled himself around a bit, moving the blankets around, padding it, he was making a nest of sorts.

Tubbo tilted his head in confusion, but he didn’t question what Phil was doing. They waited for the older to finish, looked at everything he’d set on the ground, then back up at Phil. “You good for me to clean up those cuts?” They gestured to what they’d seen on the man’s face and hands, and whatever was visible of his arms.

Phil nuzzled himself into the makeshift nest, looking up at him, silently nodding.

Tubbo then, quickly but gently, cleaned any of the visible cuts before bandaging them. “You alright?” They wiped off a bit of dirt from the older’s face.

Phil giggled quietly from the touch on his face. “Hehehe…! Thahahahat tickles!…” He didn’t really mind the touch, it was kind of helping him out.

The ram hybrid blinked, his tail flicking behind him. A small smile formed on their face, but they apologized. “Sorry.”

He finished with the bandaging then stood up, ruffling Phil’s hair. “And you’re welcome.”

“It’s fine mate…” Phil smiled, ears flapping and twitching. “No I’m serious, thank you, I could’ve died out there…”

Tubbo nodded, a little unsure how to respond. The sudden panic and distress from both him and Phil was very sudden, and this caused him to be more nonverbal than usual.

Phil smiled, he then sniffed a bit before sneezing, shivering a bit.

The ram flinched upon hearing Phil sneeze, completely taking him out of his thoughts. Noticing the older shivering, the teen wrapped their arms around Phil in a hug. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay…” Phil smiled, could just be from him running in the cold for that long. “Hey um…can I ask you something?”

Tubbo’s tail perked up a bit as he let go of Phil. The ram then sat with his hands in their lap, looking up at Phil. “Yeah, absolutely! What’s up, bossman?”

Phil blushed a bit. “Do you mind…tickling me a bit? It might help out….”

Tubbo’s tail flicked, and he tilted his head. “You- Really?” He quickly covered his mouth realizing that may of sounded rude. “I mean- I will, but, are you sure-?”

(Figured I’d give a chance of comfort between these two.)

“The avian hybrid sir! Over there!”

“Get him! Hurry!”

Phil ran as fast as possible, he knew that coming out at night was a bad idea, he tried getting ground so he can fly, his wings cracking as he stumbled around, nearly falling over, nearly being caught.

Seeing Snowchester in the distance, he booked it over to the area, freezing and shivering, he hid behind one of the buildings, leaning against the texture, slumping onto the ground, curled up into a small ball, arrow markings, bruises, and cuts scattered around his skin, some bleeding, tears strolled down his face as he took shallow breaths. He knew they were gone.

Tubbo had been roaming through snowchester, his hands in the pockets of his large fluffy brown plaid coat. He didn’t seem bothered by the cold at all.

When they noticed a figure near one of the homes, he tilted his head. ‘Who the hell is that?’

He began to approach the figure, and as he got closer they quickly realized who it was; Philza. “Oh, fuck- Phil!” They sprinted more towards him, crouching down next to the winged man and analyzing his current state to see how they were meant to help. Okay. He’s got this. He can help— he has to.

“Phil, let me take you to my mansion. Please. I can help you, I have everything you’d need in there. Bandages, meds, whatever. I’ll take you there now, are you alright to walk-? You look uh, very beat up there..” The words rushed past their lips, he hoped Phil understood what all they were saying.

Phil looked up, flinching a bit, shaking from the freezing conditions. He was way to cold right now to move.

His wings weakly wrapped around himself, not enough to keep him warm, he tried saying something, only for it to come out in shaky hollowed breaths, little puffs of white air on his lips, his entire body shook, his skin looking more pale than his normal tone, almost white.

“Okay. Can’t move, doesn’t seem like you can talk. Uhm- okay i’m gonna carry you there. Alright?” Tubbo gave a heads up, as he didn’t wanna freighten the older more than he already was. He waited a minute before carefully picking Phil up, and carrying him to the mansion. “You’re lucky i’m strong.” He spoke in a lighthearted tone despite his worriedness.

Upon arriving to the mansion, Tubbo brought Phil inside and immediately shut the door behind the both of them. He took of their coat as it was pretty warm inside, setting it aside before bringing Phil to a more comfortable area. He found a blanket and wrapped it around the winged man. “I’m gonna go get more blankets, some bandages, and water for you. Alright?” He spoke quickly before panickedly leaving the room to go search around the mansion.

Phil looked up slightly nodding. He nuzzled himself into the blanket, still slightly shivering. He just sat there, thinking about what happened.

Tubbo rushed through the halls and rooms of the mansion. They got everything needed and immediately ran to where he left Phil. “Phil!”

The ram hybrid quickly put more blankets around Phil, set water by him, and placed the bandages and things to clean the wounds on the ground. “You warm up, and then the second your ready I’m gonna fix up all those cuts you’ve got, alright?”

“Alright…” Phil mumbled. He thought for a minute. “Thanks…for that….I could’ve died out there.”

Phil looked at his wing, his left one laying limp on the ground, he tried moving it, only for him to wince, followed by a tiny crack.

“Oh fuck, your wing.” Tubbo muttered, “Shit.” He has no fucking clue how to help a broken wing.

“Alright- uhhm.. how about we fix up your cuts, and take a look at your wing after, yeah?”

Phil nodded. “…Thank you…”

He huddled himself around a bit, moving the blankets around, padding it, he was making a nest of sorts.

Tubbo tilted his head in confusion, but he didn’t question what Phil was doing. They waited for the older to finish, looked at everything he’d set on the ground, then back up at Phil. “You good for me to clean up those cuts?” They gestured to what they’d seen on the man’s face and hands, and whatever was visible of his arms.

Phil nuzzled himself into the makeshift nest, looking up at him, silently nodding.

Tubbo then, quickly but gently, cleaned any of the visible cuts before bandaging them. “You alright?” They wiped off a bit of dirt from the older’s face.

Phil giggled quietly from the touch on his face. “Hehehe…! Thahahahat tickles!…” He didn’t really mind the touch, it was kind of helping him out.

The ram hybrid blinked, his tail flicking behind him. A small smile formed on their face, but they apologized. “Sorry.”

He finished with the bandaging then stood up, ruffling Phil’s hair. “And you’re welcome.”

“It’s fine mate…” Phil smiled, ears flapping and twitching. “No I’m serious, thank you, I could’ve died out there…”

Tubbo nodded, a little unsure how to respond. The sudden panic and distress from both him and Phil was very sudden, and this caused him to be more nonverbal than usual.

Phil smiled, he then sniffed a bit before sneezing, shivering a bit.

The ram flinched upon hearing Phil sneeze, completely taking him out of his thoughts. Noticing the older shivering, the teen wrapped their arms around Phil in a hug. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay…” Phil smiled, could just be from him running in the cold for that long. “Hey um…can I ask you something?”

Tubbo’s tail perked up a bit as he let go of Phil. The ram then sat with his hands in their lap, looking up at Phil. “Yeah, absolutely! What’s up, bossman?”

(Figured I’d give a chance of comfort between these two.)

“The avian hybrid sir! Over there!”

“Get him! Hurry!”

Phil ran as fast as possible, he knew that coming out at night was a bad idea, he tried getting ground so he can fly, his wings cracking as he stumbled around, nearly falling over, nearly being caught.

Seeing Snowchester in the distance, he booked it over to the area, freezing and shivering, he hid behind one of the buildings, leaning against the texture, slumping onto the ground, curled up into a small ball, arrow markings, bruises, and cuts scattered around his skin, some bleeding, tears strolled down his face as he took shallow breaths. He knew they were gone.

Tubbo had been roaming through snowchester, his hands in the pockets of his large fluffy brown plaid coat. He didn’t seem bothered by the cold at all.

When they noticed a figure near one of the homes, he tilted his head. ‘Who the hell is that?’

He began to approach the figure, and as he got closer they quickly realized who it was; Philza. “Oh, fuck- Phil!” They sprinted more towards him, crouching down next to the winged man and analyzing his current state to see how they were meant to help. Okay. He’s got this. He can help— he has to.

“Phil, let me take you to my mansion. Please. I can help you, I have everything you’d need in there. Bandages, meds, whatever. I’ll take you there now, are you alright to walk-? You look uh, very beat up there..” The words rushed past their lips, he hoped Phil understood what all they were saying.

Phil looked up, flinching a bit, shaking from the freezing conditions. He was way to cold right now to move.

His wings weakly wrapped around himself, not enough to keep him warm, he tried saying something, only for it to come out in shaky hollowed breaths, little puffs of white air on his lips, his entire body shook, his skin looking more pale than his normal tone, almost white.

“Okay. Can’t move, doesn’t seem like you can talk. Uhm- okay i’m gonna carry you there. Alright?” Tubbo gave a heads up, as he didn’t wanna freighten the older more than he already was. He waited a minute before carefully picking Phil up, and carrying him to the mansion. “You’re lucky i’m strong.” He spoke in a lighthearted tone despite his worriedness.

Upon arriving to the mansion, Tubbo brought Phil inside and immediately shut the door behind the both of them. He took of their coat as it was pretty warm inside, setting it aside before bringing Phil to a more comfortable area. He found a blanket and wrapped it around the winged man. “I’m gonna go get more blankets, some bandages, and water for you. Alright?” He spoke quickly before panickedly leaving the room to go search around the mansion.

Phil looked up slightly nodding. He nuzzled himself into the blanket, still slightly shivering. He just sat there, thinking about what happened.

Tubbo rushed through the halls and rooms of the mansion. They got everything needed and immediately ran to where he left Phil. “Phil!”

The ram hybrid quickly put more blankets around Phil, set water by him, and placed the bandages and things to clean the wounds on the ground. “You warm up, and then the second your ready I’m gonna fix up all those cuts you’ve got, alright?”

“Alright…” Phil mumbled. He thought for a minute. “Thanks…for that….I could’ve died out there.”

Phil looked at his wing, his left one laying limp on the ground, he tried moving it, only for him to wince, followed by a tiny crack.

“Oh fuck, your wing.” Tubbo muttered, “Shit.” He has no fucking clue how to help a broken wing.

“Alright- uhhm.. how about we fix up your cuts, and take a look at your wing after, yeah?”

Phil nodded. “…Thank you…”

He huddled himself around a bit, moving the blankets around, padding it, he was making a nest of sorts.

Tubbo tilted his head in confusion, but he didn’t question what Phil was doing. They waited for the older to finish, looked at everything he’d set on the ground, then back up at Phil. “You good for me to clean up those cuts?” They gestured to what they’d seen on the man’s face and hands, and whatever was visible of his arms.

Phil nuzzled himself into the makeshift nest, looking up at him, silently nodding.

Tubbo then, quickly but gently, cleaned any of the visible cuts before bandaging them. “You alright?” They wiped off a bit of dirt from the older’s face.

Phil giggled quietly from the touch on his face. “Hehehe…! Thahahahat tickles!…” He didn’t really mind the touch, it was kind of helping him out.

The ram hybrid blinked, his tail flicking behind him. A small smile formed on their face, but they apologized. “Sorry.”

He finished with the bandaging then stood up, ruffling Phil’s hair. “And you’re welcome.”

“It’s fine mate…” Phil smiled, ears flapping and twitching. “No I’m serious, thank you, I could’ve died out there…”

Tubbo nodded, a little unsure how to respond. The sudden panic and distress from both him and Phil was very sudden, and this caused him to be more nonverbal than usual.

Phil smiled, he then sniffed a bit before sneezing, shivering a bit.

The ram flinched upon hearing Phil sneeze, completely taking him out of his thoughts. Noticing the older shivering, the teen wrapped their arms around Phil in a hug. “You okay?”

(Figured I’d give a chance of comfort between these two.)

“The avian hybrid sir! Over there!”

“Get him! Hurry!”

Phil ran as fast as possible, he knew that coming out at night was a bad idea, he tried getting ground so he can fly, his wings cracking as he stumbled around, nearly falling over, nearly being caught.

Seeing Snowchester in the distance, he booked it over to the area, freezing and shivering, he hid behind one of the buildings, leaning against the texture, slumping onto the ground, curled up into a small ball, arrow markings, bruises, and cuts scattered around his skin, some bleeding, tears strolled down his face as he took shallow breaths. He knew they were gone.

Tubbo had been roaming through snowchester, his hands in the pockets of his large fluffy brown plaid coat. He didn’t seem bothered by the cold at all.

When they noticed a figure near one of the homes, he tilted his head. ‘Who the hell is that?’

He began to approach the figure, and as he got closer they quickly realized who it was; Philza. “Oh, fuck- Phil!” They sprinted more towards him, crouching down next to the winged man and analyzing his current state to see how they were meant to help. Okay. He’s got this. He can help— he has to.

“Phil, let me take you to my mansion. Please. I can help you, I have everything you’d need in there. Bandages, meds, whatever. I’ll take you there now, are you alright to walk-? You look uh, very beat up there..” The words rushed past their lips, he hoped Phil understood what all they were saying.

Phil looked up, flinching a bit, shaking from the freezing conditions. He was way to cold right now to move.

His wings weakly wrapped around himself, not enough to keep him warm, he tried saying something, only for it to come out in shaky hollowed breaths, little puffs of white air on his lips, his entire body shook, his skin looking more pale than his normal tone, almost white.

“Okay. Can’t move, doesn’t seem like you can talk. Uhm- okay i’m gonna carry you there. Alright?” Tubbo gave a heads up, as he didn’t wanna freighten the older more than he already was. He waited a minute before carefully picking Phil up, and carrying him to the mansion. “You’re lucky i’m strong.” He spoke in a lighthearted tone despite his worriedness.

Upon arriving to the mansion, Tubbo brought Phil inside and immediately shut the door behind the both of them. He took of their coat as it was pretty warm inside, setting it aside before bringing Phil to a more comfortable area. He found a blanket and wrapped it around the winged man. “I’m gonna go get more blankets, some bandages, and water for you. Alright?” He spoke quickly before panickedly leaving the room to go search around the mansion.

Phil looked up slightly nodding. He nuzzled himself into the blanket, still slightly shivering. He just sat there, thinking about what happened.

Tubbo rushed through the halls and rooms of the mansion. They got everything needed and immediately ran to where he left Phil. “Phil!”

The ram hybrid quickly put more blankets around Phil, set water by him, and placed the bandages and things to clean the wounds on the ground. “You warm up, and then the second your ready I’m gonna fix up all those cuts you’ve got, alright?”

“Alright…” Phil mumbled. He thought for a minute. “Thanks…for that….I could’ve died out there.”

Phil looked at his wing, his left one laying limp on the ground, he tried moving it, only for him to wince, followed by a tiny crack.

“Oh fuck, your wing.” Tubbo muttered, “Shit.” He has no fucking clue how to help a broken wing.

“Alright- uhhm.. how about we fix up your cuts, and take a look at your wing after, yeah?”

Phil nodded. “…Thank you…”

He huddled himself around a bit, moving the blankets around, padding it, he was making a nest of sorts.

Tubbo tilted his head in confusion, but he didn’t question what Phil was doing. They waited for the older to finish, looked at everything he’d set on the ground, then back up at Phil. “You good for me to clean up those cuts?” They gestured to what they’d seen on the man’s face and hands, and whatever was visible of his arms.

Phil nuzzled himself into the makeshift nest, looking up at him, silently nodding.

Tubbo then, quickly but gently, cleaned any of the visible cuts before bandaging them. “You alright?” They wiped off a bit of dirt from the older’s face.

Phil giggled quietly from the touch on his face. “Hehehe…! Thahahahat tickles!…” He didn’t really mind the touch, it was kind of helping him out.

The ram hybrid blinked, his tail flicking behind him. A small smile formed on their face, but they apologized. “Sorry.”

He finished with the bandaging then stood up, ruffling Phil’s hair. “And you’re welcome.”

“It’s fine mate…” Phil smiled, ears flapping and twitching. “No I’m serious, thank you, I could’ve died out there…”

Tubbo nodded, a little unsure how to respond. The sudden panic and distress from both him and Phil was very sudden, and this caused him to be more nonverbal than usual.

(ooc; ‘ello!! from @ticklishtubs :D i dont see much between these 2 so here👍 /nfta)

Tubbo had earlier left a flower field he had found, a few flowers sticking out from the pocket on his green shirt as he now wandered through the SMP. They noticed a tall figure in the distance, very clearly a person.

He got a little closer and quickly realized it was Wilbur. He hadn’t seen Wilbur in a little while, and so they approached the man. “Hello, Wilbur!”

//ooc hii :D !! im using revivebur 4 this one

//ic

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Wilbur had been leaning against a tree, a cigarette in hand. It was like, his second or third day visiting the SMP island? He'd been staying in Tommy's little dirt house for the majority.

He hummed the L'Manberg anthem quietly, before he heard a voice from beside him. He gave a glance to who was on his side,

"Tubbo! How are you, man?" He smiled, patting him on the head (partially to tease him, partially in a friendly manner.)

__

-slime

#ticklishtubs #switchbursoot

Tubbo somewhat ducked away from Wilbur’s hand. It was an instinct he himself wasn’t even sure why he had it. They stood up straight again. “I’m good! How’ve things been with you?” The ram’s tail flicked behind him.

(Figured I’d give a chance of comfort between these two.)

“The avian hybrid sir! Over there!”

“Get him! Hurry!”

Phil ran as fast as possible, he knew that coming out at night was a bad idea, he tried getting ground so he can fly, his wings cracking as he stumbled around, nearly falling over, nearly being caught.

Seeing Snowchester in the distance, he booked it over to the area, freezing and shivering, he hid behind one of the buildings, leaning against the texture, slumping onto the ground, curled up into a small ball, arrow markings, bruises, and cuts scattered around his skin, some bleeding, tears strolled down his face as he took shallow breaths. He knew they were gone.

Tubbo had been roaming through snowchester, his hands in the pockets of his large fluffy brown plaid coat. He didn’t seem bothered by the cold at all.

When they noticed a figure near one of the homes, he tilted his head. ‘Who the hell is that?’

He began to approach the figure, and as he got closer they quickly realized who it was; Philza. “Oh, fuck- Phil!” They sprinted more towards him, crouching down next to the winged man and analyzing his current state to see how they were meant to help. Okay. He’s got this. He can help— he has to.

“Phil, let me take you to my mansion. Please. I can help you, I have everything you’d need in there. Bandages, meds, whatever. I’ll take you there now, are you alright to walk-? You look uh, very beat up there..” The words rushed past their lips, he hoped Phil understood what all they were saying.

Phil looked up, flinching a bit, shaking from the freezing conditions. He was way to cold right now to move.

His wings weakly wrapped around himself, not enough to keep him warm, he tried saying something, only for it to come out in shaky hollowed breaths, little puffs of white air on his lips, his entire body shook, his skin looking more pale than his normal tone, almost white.

“Okay. Can’t move, doesn’t seem like you can talk. Uhm- okay i’m gonna carry you there. Alright?” Tubbo gave a heads up, as he didn’t wanna freighten the older more than he already was. He waited a minute before carefully picking Phil up, and carrying him to the mansion. “You’re lucky i’m strong.” He spoke in a lighthearted tone despite his worriedness.

Upon arriving to the mansion, Tubbo brought Phil inside and immediately shut the door behind the both of them. He took of their coat as it was pretty warm inside, setting it aside before bringing Phil to a more comfortable area. He found a blanket and wrapped it around the winged man. “I’m gonna go get more blankets, some bandages, and water for you. Alright?” He spoke quickly before panickedly leaving the room to go search around the mansion.

Phil looked up slightly nodding. He nuzzled himself into the blanket, still slightly shivering. He just sat there, thinking about what happened.

Tubbo rushed through the halls and rooms of the mansion. They got everything needed and immediately ran to where he left Phil. “Phil!”

The ram hybrid quickly put more blankets around Phil, set water by him, and placed the bandages and things to clean the wounds on the ground. “You warm up, and then the second your ready I’m gonna fix up all those cuts you’ve got, alright?”

“Alright…” Phil mumbled. He thought for a minute. “Thanks…for that….I could’ve died out there.”

Phil looked at his wing, his left one laying limp on the ground, he tried moving it, only for him to wince, followed by a tiny crack.

“Oh fuck, your wing.” Tubbo muttered, “Shit.” He has no fucking clue how to help a broken wing.

“Alright- uhhm.. how about we fix up your cuts, and take a look at your wing after, yeah?”

Phil nodded. “…Thank you…”

He huddled himself around a bit, moving the blankets around, padding it, he was making a nest of sorts.

Tubbo tilted his head in confusion, but he didn’t question what Phil was doing. They waited for the older to finish, looked at everything he’d set on the ground, then back up at Phil. “You good for me to clean up those cuts?” They gestured to what they’d seen on the man’s face and hands, and whatever was visible of his arms.

Phil nuzzled himself into the makeshift nest, looking up at him, silently nodding.

Tubbo then, quickly but gently, cleaned any of the visible cuts before bandaging them. “You alright?” They wiped off a bit of dirt from the older’s face.

Phil giggled quietly from the touch on his face. “Hehehe…! Thahahahat tickles!…” He didn’t really mind the touch, it was kind of helping him out.

The ram hybrid blinked, his tail flicking behind him. A small smile formed on their face, but they apologized. “Sorry.”

He finished with the bandaging then stood up, ruffling Phil’s hair. “And you’re welcome.”

(Figured I’d give a chance of comfort between these two.)

“The avian hybrid sir! Over there!”

“Get him! Hurry!”

Phil ran as fast as possible, he knew that coming out at night was a bad idea, he tried getting ground so he can fly, his wings cracking as he stumbled around, nearly falling over, nearly being caught.

Seeing Snowchester in the distance, he booked it over to the area, freezing and shivering, he hid behind one of the buildings, leaning against the texture, slumping onto the ground, curled up into a small ball, arrow markings, bruises, and cuts scattered around his skin, some bleeding, tears strolled down his face as he took shallow breaths. He knew they were gone.

Tubbo had been roaming through snowchester, his hands in the pockets of his large fluffy brown plaid coat. He didn’t seem bothered by the cold at all.

When they noticed a figure near one of the homes, he tilted his head. ‘Who the hell is that?’

He began to approach the figure, and as he got closer they quickly realized who it was; Philza. “Oh, fuck- Phil!” They sprinted more towards him, crouching down next to the winged man and analyzing his current state to see how they were meant to help. Okay. He’s got this. He can help— he has to.

“Phil, let me take you to my mansion. Please. I can help you, I have everything you’d need in there. Bandages, meds, whatever. I’ll take you there now, are you alright to walk-? You look uh, very beat up there..” The words rushed past their lips, he hoped Phil understood what all they were saying.

Phil looked up, flinching a bit, shaking from the freezing conditions. He was way to cold right now to move.

His wings weakly wrapped around himself, not enough to keep him warm, he tried saying something, only for it to come out in shaky hollowed breaths, little puffs of white air on his lips, his entire body shook, his skin looking more pale than his normal tone, almost white.

“Okay. Can’t move, doesn’t seem like you can talk. Uhm- okay i’m gonna carry you there. Alright?” Tubbo gave a heads up, as he didn’t wanna freighten the older more than he already was. He waited a minute before carefully picking Phil up, and carrying him to the mansion. “You’re lucky i’m strong.” He spoke in a lighthearted tone despite his worriedness.

Upon arriving to the mansion, Tubbo brought Phil inside and immediately shut the door behind the both of them. He took of their coat as it was pretty warm inside, setting it aside before bringing Phil to a more comfortable area. He found a blanket and wrapped it around the winged man. “I’m gonna go get more blankets, some bandages, and water for you. Alright?” He spoke quickly before panickedly leaving the room to go search around the mansion.

Phil looked up slightly nodding. He nuzzled himself into the blanket, still slightly shivering. He just sat there, thinking about what happened.

Tubbo rushed through the halls and rooms of the mansion. They got everything needed and immediately ran to where he left Phil. “Phil!”

The ram hybrid quickly put more blankets around Phil, set water by him, and placed the bandages and things to clean the wounds on the ground. “You warm up, and then the second your ready I’m gonna fix up all those cuts you’ve got, alright?”

“Alright…” Phil mumbled. He thought for a minute. “Thanks…for that….I could’ve died out there.”

Phil looked at his wing, his left one laying limp on the ground, he tried moving it, only for him to wince, followed by a tiny crack.

“Oh fuck, your wing.” Tubbo muttered, “Shit.” He has no fucking clue how to help a broken wing.

“Alright- uhhm.. how about we fix up your cuts, and take a look at your wing after, yeah?”

Phil nodded. “…Thank you…”

He huddled himself around a bit, moving the blankets around, padding it, he was making a nest of sorts.

Tubbo tilted his head in confusion, but he didn’t question what Phil was doing. They waited for the older to finish, looked at everything he’d set on the ground, then back up at Phil. “You good for me to clean up those cuts?” They gestured to what they’d seen on the man’s face and hands, and whatever was visible of his arms.

Phil nuzzled himself into the makeshift nest, looking up at him, silently nodding.

Tubbo then, quickly but gently, cleaned any of the visible cuts before bandaging them. “You alright?” They wiped off a bit of dirt from the older’s face.

(Figured I’d give a chance of comfort between these two.)

“The avian hybrid sir! Over there!”

“Get him! Hurry!”

Phil ran as fast as possible, he knew that coming out at night was a bad idea, he tried getting ground so he can fly, his wings cracking as he stumbled around, nearly falling over, nearly being caught.

Seeing Snowchester in the distance, he booked it over to the area, freezing and shivering, he hid behind one of the buildings, leaning against the texture, slumping onto the ground, curled up into a small ball, arrow markings, bruises, and cuts scattered around his skin, some bleeding, tears strolled down his face as he took shallow breaths. He knew they were gone.

Tubbo had been roaming through snowchester, his hands in the pockets of his large fluffy brown plaid coat. He didn’t seem bothered by the cold at all.

When they noticed a figure near one of the homes, he tilted his head. ‘Who the hell is that?’

He began to approach the figure, and as he got closer they quickly realized who it was; Philza. “Oh, fuck- Phil!” They sprinted more towards him, crouching down next to the winged man and analyzing his current state to see how they were meant to help. Okay. He’s got this. He can help— he has to.

“Phil, let me take you to my mansion. Please. I can help you, I have everything you’d need in there. Bandages, meds, whatever. I’ll take you there now, are you alright to walk-? You look uh, very beat up there..” The words rushed past their lips, he hoped Phil understood what all they were saying.

Phil looked up, flinching a bit, shaking from the freezing conditions. He was way to cold right now to move.

His wings weakly wrapped around himself, not enough to keep him warm, he tried saying something, only for it to come out in shaky hollowed breaths, little puffs of white air on his lips, his entire body shook, his skin looking more pale than his normal tone, almost white.

“Okay. Can’t move, doesn’t seem like you can talk. Uhm- okay i’m gonna carry you there. Alright?” Tubbo gave a heads up, as he didn’t wanna freighten the older more than he already was. He waited a minute before carefully picking Phil up, and carrying him to the mansion. “You’re lucky i’m strong.” He spoke in a lighthearted tone despite his worriedness.

Upon arriving to the mansion, Tubbo brought Phil inside and immediately shut the door behind the both of them. He took of their coat as it was pretty warm inside, setting it aside before bringing Phil to a more comfortable area. He found a blanket and wrapped it around the winged man. “I’m gonna go get more blankets, some bandages, and water for you. Alright?” He spoke quickly before panickedly leaving the room to go search around the mansion.

Phil looked up slightly nodding. He nuzzled himself into the blanket, still slightly shivering. He just sat there, thinking about what happened.

Tubbo rushed through the halls and rooms of the mansion. They got everything needed and immediately ran to where he left Phil. “Phil!”

The ram hybrid quickly put more blankets around Phil, set water by him, and placed the bandages and things to clean the wounds on the ground. “You warm up, and then the second your ready I’m gonna fix up all those cuts you’ve got, alright?”

“Alright…” Phil mumbled. He thought for a minute. “Thanks…for that….I could’ve died out there.”

Phil looked at his wing, his left one laying limp on the ground, he tried moving it, only for him to wince, followed by a tiny crack.

“Oh fuck, your wing.” Tubbo muttered, “Shit.” He has no fucking clue how to help a broken wing.

“Alright- uhhm.. how about we fix up your cuts, and take a look at your wing after, yeah?”

Phil nodded. “…Thank you…”

He huddled himself around a bit, moving the blankets around, padding it, he was making a nest of sorts.

Tubbo tilted his head in confusion, but he didn’t question what Phil was doing. They waited for the older to finish, looked at everything he’d set on the ground, then back up at Phil. “You good for me to clean up those cuts?” They gestured to what they’d seen on the man’s face and hands, and whatever was visible of his arms.

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i would like to rp lee tommyy,, plss?/nf

i will also rp lee tubbo

Do you do lee Ranboo?

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yes!

(Figured I’d give a chance of comfort between these two.)

“The avian hybrid sir! Over there!”

“Get him! Hurry!”

Phil ran as fast as possible, he knew that coming out at night was a bad idea, he tried getting ground so he can fly, his wings cracking as he stumbled around, nearly falling over, nearly being caught.

Seeing Snowchester in the distance, he booked it over to the area, freezing and shivering, he hid behind one of the buildings, leaning against the texture, slumping onto the ground, curled up into a small ball, arrow markings, bruises, and cuts scattered around his skin, some bleeding, tears strolled down his face as he took shallow breaths. He knew they were gone.

Tubbo had been roaming through snowchester, his hands in the pockets of his large fluffy brown plaid coat. He didn’t seem bothered by the cold at all.

When they noticed a figure near one of the homes, he tilted his head. ‘Who the hell is that?’

He began to approach the figure, and as he got closer they quickly realized who it was; Philza. “Oh, fuck- Phil!” They sprinted more towards him, crouching down next to the winged man and analyzing his current state to see how they were meant to help. Okay. He’s got this. He can help— he has to.

“Phil, let me take you to my mansion. Please. I can help you, I have everything you’d need in there. Bandages, meds, whatever. I’ll take you there now, are you alright to walk-? You look uh, very beat up there..” The words rushed past their lips, he hoped Phil understood what all they were saying.

Phil looked up, flinching a bit, shaking from the freezing conditions. He was way to cold right now to move.

His wings weakly wrapped around himself, not enough to keep him warm, he tried saying something, only for it to come out in shaky hollowed breaths, little puffs of white air on his lips, his entire body shook, his skin looking more pale than his normal tone, almost white.

“Okay. Can’t move, doesn’t seem like you can talk. Uhm- okay i’m gonna carry you there. Alright?” Tubbo gave a heads up, as he didn’t wanna freighten the older more than he already was. He waited a minute before carefully picking Phil up, and carrying him to the mansion. “You’re lucky i’m strong.” He spoke in a lighthearted tone despite his worriedness.

Upon arriving to the mansion, Tubbo brought Phil inside and immediately shut the door behind the both of them. He took of their coat as it was pretty warm inside, setting it aside before bringing Phil to a more comfortable area. He found a blanket and wrapped it around the winged man. “I’m gonna go get more blankets, some bandages, and water for you. Alright?” He spoke quickly before panickedly leaving the room to go search around the mansion.

Phil looked up slightly nodding. He nuzzled himself into the blanket, still slightly shivering. He just sat there, thinking about what happened.

Tubbo rushed through the halls and rooms of the mansion. They got everything needed and immediately ran to where he left Phil. “Phil!”

The ram hybrid quickly put more blankets around Phil, set water by him, and placed the bandages and things to clean the wounds on the ground. “You warm up, and then the second your ready I’m gonna fix up all those cuts you’ve got, alright?”

“Alright…” Phil mumbled. He thought for a minute. “Thanks…for that….I could’ve died out there.”

Phil looked at his wing, his left one laying limp on the ground, he tried moving it, only for him to wince, followed by a tiny crack.

“Oh fuck, your wing.” Tubbo muttered, “Shit.” He has no fucking clue how to help a broken wing.

“Alright- uhhm.. how about we fix up your cuts, and take a look at your wing after, yeah?”

(Figured I’d give a chance of comfort between these two.)

“The avian hybrid sir! Over there!”

“Get him! Hurry!”

Phil ran as fast as possible, he knew that coming out at night was a bad idea, he tried getting ground so he can fly, his wings cracking as he stumbled around, nearly falling over, nearly being caught.

Seeing Snowchester in the distance, he booked it over to the area, freezing and shivering, he hid behind one of the buildings, leaning against the texture, slumping onto the ground, curled up into a small ball, arrow markings, bruises, and cuts scattered around his skin, some bleeding, tears strolled down his face as he took shallow breaths. He knew they were gone.

Tubbo had been roaming through snowchester, his hands in the pockets of his large fluffy brown plaid coat. He didn’t seem bothered by the cold at all.

When they noticed a figure near one of the homes, he tilted his head. ‘Who the hell is that?’

He began to approach the figure, and as he got closer they quickly realized who it was; Philza. “Oh, fuck- Phil!” They sprinted more towards him, crouching down next to the winged man and analyzing his current state to see how they were meant to help. Okay. He’s got this. He can help— he has to.

“Phil, let me take you to my mansion. Please. I can help you, I have everything you’d need in there. Bandages, meds, whatever. I’ll take you there now, are you alright to walk-? You look uh, very beat up there..” The words rushed past their lips, he hoped Phil understood what all they were saying.

Phil looked up, flinching a bit, shaking from the freezing conditions. He was way to cold right now to move.

His wings weakly wrapped around himself, not enough to keep him warm, he tried saying something, only for it to come out in shaky hollowed breaths, little puffs of white air on his lips, his entire body shook, his skin looking more pale than his normal tone, almost white.

“Okay. Can’t move, doesn’t seem like you can talk. Uhm- okay i’m gonna carry you there. Alright?” Tubbo gave a heads up, as he didn’t wanna freighten the older more than he already was. He waited a minute before carefully picking Phil up, and carrying him to the mansion. “You’re lucky i’m strong.” He spoke in a lighthearted tone despite his worriedness.

Upon arriving to the mansion, Tubbo brought Phil inside and immediately shut the door behind the both of them. He took of their coat as it was pretty warm inside, setting it aside before bringing Phil to a more comfortable area. He found a blanket and wrapped it around the winged man. “I’m gonna go get more blankets, some bandages, and water for you. Alright?” He spoke quickly before panickedly leaving the room to go search around the mansion.

Phil looked up slightly nodding. He nuzzled himself into the blanket, still slightly shivering. He just sat there, thinking about what happened.

Tubbo rushed through the halls and rooms of the mansion. They got everything needed and immediately ran to where he left Phil. “Phil!”

The ram hybrid quickly put more blankets around Phil, set water by him, and placed the bandages and things to clean the wounds on the ground. “You warm up, and then the second your ready I’m gonna fix up all those cuts you’ve got, alright?”

(Figured I’d give a chance of comfort between these two.)

“The avian hybrid sir! Over there!”

“Get him! Hurry!”

Phil ran as fast as possible, he knew that coming out at night was a bad idea, he tried getting ground so he can fly, his wings cracking as he stumbled around, nearly falling over, nearly being caught.

Seeing Snowchester in the distance, he booked it over to the area, freezing and shivering, he hid behind one of the buildings, leaning against the texture, slumping onto the ground, curled up into a small ball, arrow markings, bruises, and cuts scattered around his skin, some bleeding, tears strolled down his face as he took shallow breaths. He knew they were gone.

Tubbo had been roaming through snowchester, his hands in the pockets of his large fluffy brown plaid coat. He didn’t seem bothered by the cold at all.

When they noticed a figure near one of the homes, he tilted his head. ‘Who the hell is that?’

He began to approach the figure, and as he got closer they quickly realized who it was; Philza. “Oh, fuck- Phil!” They sprinted more towards him, crouching down next to the winged man and analyzing his current state to see how they were meant to help. Okay. He’s got this. He can help— he has to.

“Phil, let me take you to my mansion. Please. I can help you, I have everything you’d need in there. Bandages, meds, whatever. I’ll take you there now, are you alright to walk-? You look uh, very beat up there..” The words rushed past their lips, he hoped Phil understood what all they were saying.

Phil looked up, flinching a bit, shaking from the freezing conditions. He was way to cold right now to move.

His wings weakly wrapped around himself, not enough to keep him warm, he tried saying something, only for it to come out in shaky hollowed breaths, little puffs of white air on his lips, his entire body shook, his skin looking more pale than his normal tone, almost white.