#tiny!philza

Tommy - 124'9

Wilbur - 7'0

Techno - 7'1

(sorry if its doesnt make sense XD )

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

@brick-a-doodle-do @da3dm @munchkin1156 @i-am-beckyu yall get my vibe 🙂

TWs for mentions of flooding

Wilbur was hungry, but oh g–, these seeds were delicious. He knew they were meant for actual birds and not bird hybrids, but he hadn’t been able to find food in so long that he practically clung onto the feeder. This was tasty.

The human wasn’t one to get out too much, to be fair. Wilbur didn’t seem to understand why. But that made this house prime for the picking. His nest was stationed on the roof close to where the feeder would hang.

I changed quite a bit about what happens and how they meet with tommy, but the main idea is the same, I will stick to the axis I created for this story

TW: none

Philza had only one task, and that was to get rid of the monster that plagues the other village not far from here, as the best hunter in the immediate vicinity he was asked.

Philza accepted it as a matter of course. And so he set out with his sons on a journey to that village. after less than a day of travel, they were almost there. ,,Technoooooo my legs hurt! how long will we go" Techno turned to his brother.

"We should be there by sundown" he snapped and continued on. "I think we won't make it." , wouldn't it be safer to camp here?” Phil asked.

"Okay, but we'll leave as soon as possible tomorrow," he replied. Wilbur was quite behind, but he didn't care. He noticed that something moved over there in the bushes. something big. he quickly turned in that direction but saw nothing. he just chalked it up to fatigue and then just overtook the others. but Wilbur couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him.

they built a fire and sat down. they talked about different things, but Wilbur still had that feeling.

that someone is watching him. for the first time in his life he felt like a prey, he felt that he was being watched. the predator. and him.

Will pushed the thought away. "Will are you okay? have you been looking...scared since we set up camp?” Phil asked with his gentle fatherly tone.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he replied. "its just-um i-i think this might sound weird, but don't you think something is watching us?" I asked.

Techno just smiled and Phil answered. "You're probably just tired from the trip, just lie down and rest.

He just nodded and lay down on the hard ground, it was covered with grass, but it didn't help much, rather some pieces were stinging him and he couldn't find a comfortable position. He finally succeeded and fell asleep.

okay so I'm very sorry for such a short chapter, but unfortunately I don't have much time to write anything :\

Ayup, this is my gift for the Mcyt g/t Secret Santa event of 2022! :D After a bit of writing, I have finally finished my first prompt for this Event for @rasaywhat :D

Oh almost forgot to @mcyt-gt-events as well don't want to forget those guys- XD

Tw: Fear, soft vore, safe vore, H/C. WC: 1,456

Philza was flying over the snowy forest. There had to be something out here… he needed to feed his kids with something, anything at this point. “C’mon… show yourselves mates…” He muttered, before descending to a small lake nearby. God, he was tired… he reached a talon down, and tentatively scratched at the ice, before making a decently-sized hole to drink out of. He used his hands to scoop up some of the freezing cold water and drank it slowly, feeling it slide down his gullet. He eagerly drank some more, before leaning down with a cantina and getting some for his kids at the nest. He was quick to fill it up, the water already starting to freeze up, he even accidentally dipped part of his right-wing as he hurried… and that was his most fatal error. As he tried to pull up, his wing didn’t move. His eyes widened. “Fuck, no no no!” He kept pulling, but it was too late, the water was already too frozen over… somehow even more so as it hungrily froze over his wing. Fuck that was so cold! He pulled, and pulled, making a few panicked chirps, until he fell over, and couldn’t get up. “Shit! Help! Is there anyone out here?” He called, what would Wil and Tom do when he didn’t return?

He made another shout, before flopping over some more. His mind thought through all the possibilities… what to do, what to do…? Then, he heard something… something that gave him shivers, not of cold, but of fear. Footsteps… massive ones. They came from just behind him, where he couldn’t see. “A- Who’s there!?” He asked, hoping that it wasn’t a giant. “Heh-?” Sounded a deep and monotone voice from far above… That wasn’t a good sign. “Oh no…” He kept still, and quiet, though he knew it probably wouldn’t help. He heard a noise of something, presumably the giant shifting down on a knee. “Oh… you’re stuck aren’t you-? Wings frozen.” He said, emotion difficult to detect. “Um… Fuck just eat me already.” Phil said, resigned as he stayed still, just waiting for what was to come. But the Giant didn’t speak. “I’m not gonna do that.” He said simply, the voice getting closer, as a strange rubbing motion was heard. Phil let out a brief laugh, before replying: “Bullshit…” “I’m really not Old Man.” Phil sighed, he was NOT old, despite what Wil and Tom had said several times, then, a VERY warm thing came right next to his wing.

He turned his head toward it and saw a massive, kinda pinkish but dark, hand touch the ice on and around his wing. Oh Shit. Must be… a giant piglin maybe? He thought as he turned his head away, not wanting to see it. But then… he felt something, different. His wing, it became loose! The ice was melting at the warm hand, and eventually, he was able to pull the appendage completely free, and backed away, turning around to face the giant before being picked up, warm fingers wrapping around his small frame. “Ah! L-Let me go please!” He struggled against it, before being brought to a warm chest. “Gah…” Admittedly, the warmth was really nice after being cold for so long… he hadn’t slept a good night's sleep for a while now… “I’m… not the best with comfort man, just, try to sleep or something-” Phil mumbled something in agreement as the giant piglin’s footsteps rocked him to sleep…

Perspective swap…

Techno watched the bird… holding him in his hands probably wasn’t the best idea, especially with that injured wing, one wrong move could make it even worse. He thought for a moment, mulling over his options as he trekked back home. If he tied it up in a sort of sling, to keep it in place in case it was broken-(He didn’t dare inspect it too closely, lest he causes more damage.)-He could safely swallow the bird down to his storage stomach. After a bit more contemplation, he carefully tied the wings close to the bird, trying not to cause too much pain, he was very relieved when the wing was in fact, not broken but instead just very cold and injured from its dip in the water. Afterward, he gently set the bird into his mouth, and swallowed them down to his storage with relative ease… that should provide both more warmth, and make the trip faster as he moved at a quickened pace… to 'The Blood God’s' humble abode.

One hour later…

Technoblade entered his cabin that he’d made himself, holding the Bird Man as carefully as possible,(He’d regurgitated them as soon as the house was visible.) before setting him on a counter. “Ok, now what…? “ He questioned, before grabbing a few breadcrumbs and leaving them on a plate next to the Avian. “Guess I just… wait for you to wake up huh-?” He’d eventually sit down in a chair in the nearby ‘living room’ and read a book, flipping through the pages…patiently waiting for his ward to awaken… he did a few things around the home, making sure that everything would be nice and safe for the human-sized creature to live in, his house may not be the most well-put-together thing in the world… but at least it was something that worked. Honestly the fact that he could fit a functional fireplace and ‘kitchen’ inside was astounding. After about two more hours of vibing in the house, absentmindedly reading old tales transcribed from human books to giant form ages and ages ago, the bird made a little groan. Techno’s eyes widened ever so slightly. Okay, this shouldn’t be that hard. “Er, hey-” He said, causing the Avian male to snap his head over to the voice and back away slightly. “It’s okay little guy, I’m uh, not gonna hurt you-” He said awkwardly, keeping a comfortable distance from him. The small bird stopped backing up but was still very clearly nervous. 

“S-So… you’re not going to e-eat or kill me mate-?” He asked the impossibly massive giant, still trying to keep a distance as he tested his injured wing. “No, of course not… that’s an old myth man-” The Piglin Giant responded in a deep voice, though it was kept quiet enough to not hurt the poor bird’s ears. The two stood in brief awkward silence before the Piglin broke it. “Sooooo… what’s your name-?” “Phil… Philza’s my name.” He replies, seeming slightly less nervous with the rather ordinary conversation. “So um… how about you mate-? What’s your name?” Phil asked, working up the courage to walk forward a little bit, getting a tiny bit closer to the giant as more and more trust was built. “My name is Techno, Technoblade for full.” He spoke monotony, but with a smile. They talked for a little bit more, discussing typical topics such as literature and their lives. “...and that’s why my favorite book is the Princess Bride.” Techno finished, he’d been monologuing about the books in his little ‘library’ like The Art of War and The Princess Bride. “Yeah, seems like a cool book mate.” He said with a smile, before remembering… “Um, how long do you think my wing will take to heal-? I um, have some Children at my nest and I need to make sure they’re safe-” Phil asked the piglin giant, looking out a nearby window, hoping that they were alright without him.

“Hmm… it shouldn’t take too long for it to heal, I’d say three days tops? You’re lucky you didn’t break it-” He said dryly, though maybe it was also slightly jokingly-? “I could go check on them if you liked.” He said suddenly. “Um, not sure if that’d be the best idea Techno Mate-” Phil replied nervously, fidgeting with his coat as he said this. “Why not?” Techno asked rather bluntly. “Well… you know, scared of Giants-” He said with a nervous smile. “Ah… I get it, see me and it just causes fear-” A dry laugh comes from him as he says this. “Eheh yeah-” “I should still probably check on them though…” The Piglin Giant said after a moment, looking to the door. “Err… yeah you’re probably right mate.” Techno nodded and asked for an approximate location which Phil provided reluctantly. “Ok, think I’ve got it… you’re sure you’ll be okay alone?” He already had a hand on the doorknob. “Y-Yeah mate… I’ll be oki.” He lay on a small pillow that the Piglin had made himself a little while ago, and waved goodbye as he left. Phil sighed, hoping that Wil and Tommy would be alright for just a bit longer as he let his wing heal…

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totally on time birthday gift :’)) for the best puzzle piece ever

bird-sized bird man :D

-Cream Puffs Anon

“..phil?” phil hears someone say, and he turns from where he’s perched to his wife.

“yeah, kristin?” he says innocently, staring down at the vulture-avian.

“wh..what’s this?” she says, gesturing vaguely.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” phil says matter-of-factly, pointedly not staring away from her.

kristin’s brow furrowed, and she gave him a Look™️.

“phil,” she deadpanned, before turning her attention to the three giant eggs inside the nest, one of which her husband was currently sitting on. “how in the world did you even get them here?” she continued, bewildered.

“oh, you know,” phil said, dodging the question, “i have my ways.”

“i will make you sleep outside,” kristin shot back, before taking off from the ground, landing on one of the eggs.

“phil, what even..” kristin trailed off, looking at him for answers.

“well, you know how we always talked about wanting kids..?” phil grinned at her, causing her feathered-ears to flick.

“i- phil, there’s a difference between talking about kids, and- and this.” kristin laughed at him, staring at the eggs once more.

“come onn, i don’t hear you complaining that much,” phil teases, reaching out and poking at her, “you’re not completely opposed to it.”

“i- well,” kristin tried to defend herself, but phil continued.

“plus, well.. these guys didn’t seem to have any parents. dunno if they were abandoned, or if they..” phil trailed off, before shaking his head, “well, no one was around to take care of them, so i thought.. well, why not, you know?”

krisitn seemed to slump her shoulders a bit when he mentioned the parents.

she thought about it for a moment, before-

“well.. i suppose it wouldn’t hurt-” she started, before getting cut off when phil rushed over to give her a hug.

None of these describe anything, all mentions

Mentioned death, limbo mentioned, injury mentions

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The world is a beautiful place.

Tommy knew that a long time ago. When he met his little sister Clementine, even when he lost his close friend Henry. Henry was just needed somewhere else. Away from Tommy.

The world is beautiful.

Even when Tommy was plunged into a limbo he calls the Not-Pog Music Shop. Even when he forgot his own birthday until the song played.

The world is.. Nice?

By himself. Tommy was by himself, curled up in the corner.

The mask of the giant is laughing at him.

The world is a cruel place.

Tommy knew that when it pinned his "family" against him. The once loving songs and pretty violin drifting to arguing and violence. A hate for the youngest. Tommy knew that when his insane eldest brother, he forgot his name by now only that he made music and loved him so much, was ripped away by the hands of an absent father. When the other one with pink hair suddenly sneered at the sight of the youngest, bruised on the ground.

The world is curel.

But it's pretty.