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metrixnos · 1 year
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also! some random doodles from this week!!!
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khyrrn-v2 · 2 years
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Tommy, about Philza: I don’t trust birds. Fuckin hollow bones. Suspicious. What are you hiding in there.
Wilbur: parental insticts
Tommy: Fuck. Shit. You’re right. Fuck.
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tang0w0tek · 2 years
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[Phil leaving his kids alone for five minutes.]
Wilbur: Remember when you told us not to burn the house down?
Phil: You burned the house down?!?
Tommy: No. We had the fire put out almost immediately. This is a success story.
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dryya-doesnt · 2 years
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Some Greco-Roman dsmp au stuff again
Tommy: “Techno, is this the right way down to the Underworld?”
Techno: “So listen here, Theseus, did I ever tell you of the time I wrangled the drakon of the Hesperides?”
Wilbur (the butterfly): “Have you ever eaten sand? My father let me play on the beaches of Crete, once.”
And then there’s Eret with the “If it is for the prosperity of my kingdom, any sacrifice is worth the end result.”
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Neapolitan trio !
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teainnit · 1 year
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Old friend (not!)
Technoblade was the renowned Blood God during the Great War, now? He’s working a 9 to 5 to get by (darn capitalism). Insipid days bleed together, until a new intern application rolled in. He finds his old partner in crime, the Crow Father’s 4x6 photo staring back at him….. wait… Techno does not recall his friend being 12 (it was Tommy’s application)
type: technoblade-centric, emerald duo / bedrockbros (free to explore), immortal living in a modern setting prompt
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*Tommy and Wilbur sitting in jail together*
Tommy: So who should we call?
Wilbur: I’d call Phil, but I feel safer in jail
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spoilt-rice · 2 years
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that latest chapter of have an anteater as farewell by @cnthus​ made me go feral as hell man idk what happened 
but here!! have doodles of an old man weak for his two sons and pretty boy wizard ranboo going feral for tommy. as a treat <3
close ups under the cut :p
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that last part before philza talks to them abt chommy’s beautillion
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and magician ranboo !! he pretty :0
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anartisticdreamer0 · 1 year
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my streamer everybody
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darkwater-fic-recs · 1 year
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(Completed, oneshot)
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metrixnos · 1 year
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Antarctic Empire neapolitan bros
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dragonkween13 · 2 years
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Now I have a Tommy!
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Next up is Wilbur but idk when imma do him lol
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(I also moved them all to my desk, the bookshelf ran out of room.)
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tang0w0tek · 1 year
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Phil: What, you wanted me to say no?
Phil: How can you say no to that face?
Phil: Look. *Holds Kid Tommy in front of them*
Phil: Try saying no to that face.
Kid Tommy: ^_^
Kid Wilbur, genuinely trying: …
Phil: That's what I thought.
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kenjo-arts · 2 years
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SBI Character sheets for my Ma//doka Magica AU!
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tiredghostboi · 2 years
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3/4 SBI Crack I Wrote At 3am
    Philza Minecraft was opening the door, completely unprepared to see his son unconscious and probably drunk, and a random blonde teenager holding him bridal style, a scowl on his face.
    “Is this yours?” The boy asked.
    “Umm… Yeah? Why do you-” Phil was interrupted by the boy pushing past him into the living room, dropping Wilbur on the couch.
    Phil looked at the boy.
    And the boy stared back, his tail lashing behind him, and his ears twitching.
    “Try not to let him out of the house to go drink again. Also, your couch is ugly.”
    Phil returned the scowl, annoyed that this teenage boy would insult his bright pink couch.
    Before he could comment, the teen strutted out, leaving Phil to deal with the mess that was Wilbur Soot.
    “What the-” Phil cut himself off and sighed. “Wil, what are we going to do with you?”
    Phil went over to the refrigerator to get a cold water bottle.
    “Of course, the one time you need to study for an exam you get drunk of all things.” He went back over to the old, worn, and bright pink couch. He popped off the cap and dumped the bottle over Wilbur’s head.
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nomsfaultau · 5 months
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Fairytale au where Wilbur and Tommy always had no one but each other. The two young brothers fend for themselves as much they can, but it’s hard. One winter day they get desperate and try scavenging in the woods far past where humans are supposed to go. They find a cozy cottage, and tentatively investigate to find the owner is gone. The boys break in and devour as much as they can because they haven’t had a good meal (or sometimes any meal at all) in so long.
They scarcely notice the crow watching in the window sill, but it notices them. Philza is a very powerful witch, and naturally knew the moment they broke in. But he also has business at the moment, and so only gets back by nightfall. He finds the boys hidden in a cupboard sleeping nearly fused into one another. They didn’t want to get found, of course, but it was so cold outside.
Tommy and Wilbur wake up tucked in a bed. Naturally they flee, terrified of the wrath of a witch. The brothers count themselves lucky for surviving the encounter.
They find the cottage nearly every time they enter the woods now. But the brothers are cautious, a survival instinct beaten deep into their marrow. They avoid the cottage avidly, worried what awaits them.
But then Tommy hasn’t eaten in days, and Wilbur hasn’t eaten even longer than that. And Tommy keeps crying at night and Wilbur would do anything for him. So they enter the cottage. It is empty, or so they think, and so the pair raid the pantries once more.
But they freeze when they realize there’s a witch perched in the rafters, watching them the whole time. Like he’s ready to swoop at a moments notice and twist their necks with his sharp crow’s feet. They run.
But they don’t the next time. Wilbur keeps a wary watch on Philza the whole time as he urges Tommy to keep grabbing food. Wilbur almost expects the door to be locked when they try to leave, but it isn’t. The shadows that cling to the ceiling like fog don’t quite hide the witch’s smile. It sends cold down the both of their backs.
The boys grow a little bolder each time, still cautious, still wary, but assured to some degree the witch only ever watches. They never take anything but food, since all the stories say that’s a death sentence. Still, Wilbur is half way convinced their souls have been stolen already and they just haven’t noticed yet. But it matters little when his brother is starving. The winter is unrelenting in its cruelty, and each time hunger claws at their insides they’re a little quicker to turn to the cottage for warmth and full bellies.
And then one day the cupboard is barren. The witch’s crow lines crinkle as he stares at them. But the house smells of glorious cooking and Tommy scampers off. Wilbur follows, though keeps his eye on the witch the whole time.
They find a table set with three plates. They’re still warm and piled with mouth watering food. The boys have only ever really cooked something if it was dangerous to eat else wise, and it turned out charred more often than not.
The boys dig in, but freeze as the witch appears at the threshold. Philza drinks in the scene, then walks in, claws scraping across the floorboards. There’s no comment as he takes a seat at the side, Tommy having claimed the head of the table. The witch simply begins to dine, and then Tommy, finally Wilbur.
“So. You’re fattening us up to eat us?” Wilbur challenges.
“The pair of you are rather scrawny for that,” Philza says lightly. “Malnutrition tends to do that. I’d be waiting years if that were the case.”
“Then you’re trying to steal our souls!”
“I make no promises either way.” It was almost more soothing than if he’d outright denied it, because then Wilbur would’ve known for sure he was lying. Like this? …well, Wilbur still isn't sure, but his caution feels vindicated.
Caution that still fades over time. They begin to eat more meals than not with the witch. And when blizzards come and they have no other bed to turn to, the brothers find themselves welcomed to the softest pillows and blankets they’d ever known. They keep watch, of course. They always did, instinct ingrained. And then they spend more nights with Philza than without, and nothing ever goes wrong, and they both get so much more sleep if they don't bother with watch…
Gradually, they begin to never leave the cottage at all. There is no food or warmth to be found outside in the terrible blizzards. It just makes sense to stay. And Philza is so lovely to talk to. Wilbur no longer checks over their backs. The scrape of his talons on the floor bring not a shudder but a grin. And anyway the claws are always so gentle when they ruffle through their hair. On the coldest nights the witch’s feathers are so wonderfully soft and warm, so why shouldn’t the boys tuck under wing?
It’s when spring comes that Wilbur realizes something is wrong, so horribly, gut-wrenching wrong. Because there is no excuse to stay anymore, and yet the brothers do.
Wilbur prods the distrust in his gut, the wariness that’s served him his whole life. All he feels for Philza is warm fondness, and that— that is a feeling reserved for Tommy and no other. No, Wilbur knows for sure that whatever the witch has done to them is powerful magic indeed. A thrall inescapable, sly and slow like a poison seeping in until it's too late to cure. No curse is more inescapable and deceptive than mind control. The witch stole their hearts alright, just not in a way Wilbur had known to guard against.
Wilbur will cut out the part of him that feels that way if that’s what it takes. It’s only ever been Wilbur and Tommy, or Tommy and Wilbur. And no one, not even some all-powerful witch, will take that from him.
So quietly, carefully, Wilbur hardens his heart and prepares their escape.
(End part 1)
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