In which 3 idiots summon a chaotic demon that isn't very pleased. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "What the fuck is that?" Technoblade asks, raising a brow. "An ouija board." Wilbur smirks, eyes low and peering into Techno's. Mirth was clearly hidden in his tone. Oh. He was going to use it. Oh. Wait. Shit. Wait, shouldn't Phil know about this? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The ouija board fucking cracked open. Well of fucking course it did! Luck wasn't on their side today! And even bigger problem: A daemon fucking came out of it. Now how was Wilbue going to explain this one to Phil? Hopefully, he doesn't get attached (unlike the fox and salmon from a stream.) (Spoiler!! He did.) RATED MATURE FOR STRONG LANGUAGE/SWEARING, GRAPHIC DETAILS OF VIOLENCE, FANTASY-TYPE RACISM demon tommy :D (+siren wilbur, avian phil and human techno who hears voices) COVER ART BY SOUPVOID

Tommy is a Siren. Phil, Wilbur and Technoblade are all avians or bird hybrids. Unluckily for Tommy, they are his family. Why so unlucky? Avians are sworn enemies of Sirens.

at this point again doesn't look like a word AHAHaha Cover art : dessa on twitter What if Tommy was revived endlessly, again and again and again until he was finally freed from the prison, only to find that his previously blood-stained hair was now a pure, silky white? Angst and fluff ensues, and this fic would be a joyride of emotions.

oh boy am i going to enjoy writing this lowercase intended cover art by @tommyficrecs on twitter ꧁꧂ Tommy is a spellcaster, a witch in other terms. He lives in a cottage alone on an island quite close to a village, separated from the townspeople by a small rift of water, bound by a single, rickety bridge. His kind is seen as a hindrance, and is heavily looked down upon, even hunted. People saw him as sinner, satanist or warlock. In truth, he was neither. His life takes a large U-turn when he meets a fae in the woods nearby his cottage, and said fae becomes his friend. The fae attempted various times to get the witch's full name, but the witch was too stubborn. They eventually bond, and become friends. One day Tommy finally trusts the fae with his real name. Either it was a mistake or a good decision, he can't decide.

Bees followed him everywhere and adored him. They enjoyed his presence and technically were the 'insect paparazzi'. Tommy had a passion stronger than fire for gardening and flowers, and enjoyed every aspect of his job. The only downside is that it gets lonely sometimes. Until, new friends brought him light wrapped in a bouquet. A florist tommyinnit/gardener tommyinnit story! enjoy! cover art: twitter.com/cesirophus/status/1404915269194104836 i make the banners in every chapter, know that!!

Tommy dies. He meets Kristin in the inbetween. She expresses her somber and love for him. She promises him that he'll get another chance, another life. Tommy sees Wilbur and Schlatt once more before he leaves. Tommy meets Technoblade in the past, and shields him from hybrid hunters. Tommy wakes up. But something is off. ((cover art by Chiyahowo on devianart.))

Wilbur leaves his childhood home where Philza Minecraft had harbored him for the last 24 years. He was finally able to get his hands on a simplistic yet refined home which was near the woods, and located nearby a stream. He decided this would be the perfect place, as he wouldn't really be interrupted, and there would be lots of inspiration for writing songs. When he finally reaches his destination and starts unpacking, he notices the sound of an ear-piercing wail coming from what seems to be the attic. He was too horrified, and decided to check another day, simply resuming his unpacking. Of course, the annoying cries didn't stop pestering him. He was pretty sure he also spotted some blur of a figure dashing past him, and the room atmosphere to often be cold. All subject to the possibility of a ghost. There were various types of ghosts, however, and this one just may be a Banshee. Banshees are known to cry, and would usually be located in the room they died in. Wilbur finally investigates, and to his surprise, it was just a lonely child with a longing to be loved. Turns out, despite the child's wishes, they were not pleased with his presence. For now. -- ART NOT BY ME, WILL LINK WHEN ARTIST IS FOUND.