RipplingCurrent

Ranboo first appearing on the dsmp with no memories of who they were before. Then something triggers their enderwalk state and they can't communicate with anyone anymore other than Dream because he happened to know enderian

He saw it as an opportunity and taught the young enderman the way to live. The lessons were so important to enderwalk!Ranboo that they remembered them even in their awake state

Dream planned to only use them but got attached anyway. But he can't get attached to anyone, it would be a weakness

Techno who was taken in by Phil because he is the next Blood Godling, and Mumza tasked Phil to raise Techno to prevent him from growing up like his predecessors (Sir Billiam). He is raised to follow duty, to be loyal, and fighting is seen as inevitable and a skill one must hone.

He was born a destined to be a soldier and one day when the universe decides he is ready, he will be a god. But he isn’t ready yet. He is over 200 years old now and still hasnt ascended and gained his secondary title. (God of Blood and Justice for example or in sir Billiam’s case, God of Blood and Wealth). He has honed his skills under Phil’s tutelage, been sharpened to a knifepoint in strategic thinking and war tactics. Fought wars, demolished nations, and yet he still isn’t a god. He still somehow isn’t ready.

Technoblade sitting there, looking at the ashes of all he’s destroyed and wondering “was it all for naught?” What if he never ascends?

He can’t afford to entertain those kind of thoughts.

So he sharpens his weapons. Tends to his animals. Makes tea with Phil but inside, he is but an anxious young adult waiting and trying to fulfil a duty and crown that has yet to fall on his head.

Blood for the blood god, and yet, there is no god. Not yet. Because Techno simply isn’t ready and worst of all, doesn’t understand why he isn’t enough.

So what does Phil do? He raises his son like he did Technoblade. Teaching him morality, justice, duty and loyalty. First steps walking leads into swinging a sword at practice dummies. Archery, daggers, every weapon that once was held in Techno’s young hands pass into Wilbur’s soft, child’s palm.

Wilbur, who’d much rather strum a guitar, draws back the string of a bow. Who’d rather write and sing poetry is praised when he picks up a book about politics and policy.

Wilbur who is so built for war, doesn’t know how to function without it when he leaves home early. He takes Tommy with him, and they end up in army camps. He starts at the bottom, quickly working his way up, because what fourteen year old can quote military tactics from 200 years ago?

Soon he is a General. And yet, not once, did anyone ask what Wilbur wanted. He is made in his brother’s image. Yet there is no crown for him to inherit. No grand title.

He grows up without the full stomach, and without assured safety that Phil could provide, but he grows up free of the burden the others carry. He is a wild child and responsibility is not a word he knows.

Wilbur wouldn’t have him know it. Not yet.

He shields Tommy as best he can but the boy grows a tongue of acid when it comes to swearing. He spits curses like a weathered soldier and while friendly, is slow to make friends. Not many children in the army camps, and two, if you make friends with a soldier, there’s a good chance they’re not coming back. So Tommy bonds with Wilbur and bonds hard. They’re inseparable.

So Tommy follows Wilbur into revolutions, into skirmishes, into battlefields and war. He follows Wilbur to the ends of the earth and finally to the end of Wilbur’s life.

Techno who was taken in by Phil because he is the next Blood Godling, and Mumza tasked Phil to raise Techno to prevent him from growing up like his predecessors (Sir Billiam). He is raised to follow duty, to be loyal, and fighting is seen as inevitable and a skill one must hone.

He was born a destined to be a soldier and one day when the universe decides he is ready, he will be a god. But he isn’t ready yet. He is over 200 years old now and still hasnt ascended and gained his secondary title. (God of Blood and Justice for example or in sir Billiam’s case, God of Blood and Wealth). He has honed his skills under Phil’s tutelage, been sharpened to a knifepoint in strategic thinking and war tactics. Fought wars, demolished nations, and yet he still isn’t a god. He still somehow isn’t ready.

Technoblade sitting there, looking at the ashes of all he’s destroyed and wondering “was it all for naught?” What if he never ascends?

He can’t afford to entertain those kind of thoughts.

So he sharpens his weapons. Tends to his animals. Makes tea with Phil but inside, he is but an anxious young adult waiting and trying to fulfil a duty and crown that has yet to fall on his head.

Blood for the blood god, and yet, there is no god. Not yet. Because Techno simply isn’t ready and worst of all, doesn’t understand why he isn’t enough.

So what does Phil do? He raises his son like he did Technoblade. Teaching him morality, justice, duty and loyalty. First steps walking leads into swinging a sword at practice dummies. Archery, daggers, every weapon that once was held in Techno’s young hands pass into Wilbur’s soft, child’s palm.

Wilbur, who’d much rather strum a guitar, draws back the string of a bow. Who’d rather write and sing poetry is praised when he picks up a book about politics and policy.

Wilbur who is so built for war, doesn’t know how to function without it when he leaves home early. He takes Tommy with him, and they end up in army camps. He starts at the bottom, quickly working his way up, because what fourteen year old can quote military tactics from 200 years ago?

Soon he is a General. And yet, not once, did anyone ask what Wilbur wanted. He is made in his brother’s image. Yet there is no crown for him to inherit. No grand title.

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