Ranboo didn't talk, they was never taught how. But he listened, listened to the elders stories at the orphanage, where they would come to talk, and teach about the Gods and Goddesses. He also listened to conversations that were whispered between the elders, conversations that weren't for them to hear. He never thought it would end up getting him killed.

It started with a prophecy, of a being with wings who could bring devastation to the humans. ◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇◇ The hunter crept up on the hybrid, it's wings as white as snow. With a steady hand the hunter nocked an arrow and shot it down. It shrieked, sending hundreds of wings into the air, and even more sound in the under growth. The hunter leaped out, and shot it again, piercing through it's heart, it let out one final shriek of agonizing pain before collapsing It was the first one to fall. The prophecy was warped with time, to an unnatural being. A hybrid Over the next few decades, thousands of hunters rose to the challenge: Kill a hybrid. There were books published on them. Guides on their mannerisms, illustrated books of them, taxidermy halls of them, newspapers on the newest catch. Soon it was less of an act of fear, and more of a sport. Each one brought in a heafty price in the market. The gossamer wings of a beeling, the fur of a foxling, the horns of a satyr, the wings of a butterfly, the pearl of an Enderian, the wings of an avian. Now hybrids are far and few, Philza just happens to be one. He and a few of the older hybrids taught the young not to meddle in things outside, because if there is to be peace, there must be separation That is, until Techno came around.

cover art by snapp_art on twitter! go leave a follow, i will know if you dont : ) tommy henley is a storm. he's angry and aggressive, and loud and mean. that is, on the outside. phil watson has fostered and adopted two children before. he wasn't dumb. he could tell when a child was mad because the world was mean to him. when they were angry because the universe didn't seem to understand that he was just a kid doing his best. he can put up with a tantrum. he had two teenage boys. tommy being three. it wont be an easy endeavour. there'll be yelling. there'll be crying. panic attacks. tantrums. phil is determined to help tommy see that he isnt a storm. he's just a kid. a kid who has to deal with too much at too young an age. phil watson would be trying to do the seemingly impossible. pleasing this storm.

Ranboo sits on the windowsill, watching the rain drops fall. but what happens when lightning strikes a little too close to the window?

Three brothers, unlucky enough to be in an orphanage. One talkative One quiet And one with one hell of an attitude. Let's see how the minecraft family reacts when they welcome three new family members to the mix.

this story belongs to lisbis on ao3 Wilbur rolls his eyes. "I'm just patching you up out of some misplaced sense of guilt or nostalgia or whatever; after this, you can try and arrest me again as much as you want-" "Nostalgia?" Tommy interrupts. He squints at the figure, all confusing tangents and cynical jokes, the bird still perched on his head. "What, do I know you or something?" Wilbur's face darkens. He reaches out a hand, rubbing absently at a long slash going through his trench coat, a tear in the seams of it all. Tommy stills. "No," the villain finally mutters with a brittle laugh. "No, you don't." ... Or: Superhero AU in which Wilbur, upon waking up in an alternate universe, accidentally becomes a villain. Maybe not a very good one, though - he remains insanely, outrageously protective over the very heroes (and vigilante) hunting him down.

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Theseus, the child of king Philza of the Antarctic kingdom, was finally being avenged after so long. But, what happens when they find out the child was alive the whole time, and that their enemy had raised him? What will happen when the kingdoms realize how corrupt the Dreamer kingdom is? What happens, when their whole world is threatened? Guess you'll have to find out... AUS: Hybrid AU Royal AU SBI Family AU Wings Tommy AU IRL Minecraft AU DadSchlatt AU WARNINGS: Gore Blood Death Anxiety attacks Panic attacks PTSD Mental abuse Physical abuse Kidnaps

this belong to eneliii on ao3 Tommy stares up at the entrance of the building, SMP College, written in bold above the double glass doors. He steps inside along Wilbur and thinks, this is the last time I'll walk through these doors. It's painfully familiar inside, despite him not being in since he finished his last exam. The squeak of shoes against the linoleum floor reminds of the days spent shouldering past students to avoid being marked late, tripping over himself to get to the cafeteria and get the double chocolate cookies before they ran out, trailing out lazily at the end of the day- Ranboo and Tubbo striding alongside him as they made their way to the corner shop. He'll miss this a little, he thinks. Or, It is Tommy's last day of college.

They call them the Hazard Crew-a crew of six teenagers who work as space vigilantes for the Outer Territories. Tommy, the leader. Drista, the fighter. Purpled, the sniper. Lani, the pilot. Tubbo, the mechanic. Ranboo, the hacker. Their goal? Run mercy missions for the Outer Territories because nobody else will. What happens? Well, if you add in a Senator and six Sohmids, certainly not that. This is, after all, a map to finding a family among the stars.