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QSMP Philza update, go watch the Wednesday the 25th and Friday 27th updates if you don't want to be spoiled.

Nothing really major happened Wensday, philza went exploring for a bit after getting on to see if there was more black concrete, which there was.

He then spawns in his Minime who he later names Little Twat (not a joke).

Then he spends an hour and a half with Fit and Tubbo talking to the new Cururucho AI at spawn, occasionally getting flirted at, told stuff that could not be true and such, and trying to exploit the AI.

They then went to lucky duck before returning to spawn because Tubbo needed to get his minime Kitkat back after it randomly disappeared. So a random fed. worker came, had Tubbo dance then Phil got board and decided to work on leveling his minime, leading him to dig down under spawn to tr and find iron I believe leading him to drop down into a massive wold edit hole. Cucurucho then joins Phil stares at the strange area before giving Phil a quest to build an aquarium.

Phil then went off to gather materials and mobs for the aquarium, was joined by Fit for a while before Fit leaves, after which Phil spends a few minutes exploring before returning to spawn near the nino to "build the aquarium," if you count an outdoor aquarium with 5 tanks and no other infrastructure. However it counted so Cucurucho have Phil his requested building block rainbow glass or at least the components for it. Phil then went to gather sand for the glass, spent time looking at glitched terain for an hour or so. After which he headed home, hat a none cannon chat with BadBoyHalo and Royer about whether the Brazil or Vagus trips were better, before Phil went off to do a few cores before getting off for the day at the nest.

Friday had some lore happen, but it was nothing major or egg related. If anything it related back to the bird cage with the "wise crow" comment.

To give a better flow of events, Phil woke up, decided to work on upgrading his now 2 mini me's, affectionately called Little Twat, and Little Shit (normally, I would censor a curse, but the name is the curse word so...). With Little Shot asking for a weird mushroom (twice.). After doing some of the Minime quests he went home, had an existential crisis due to the black concrete at his face spreading, then went inside to check the message chest, finding nothing. Then while doing further checks he found strange vines on the inside walls of Tallulah's seed garden, which he followed to the back wall to find a picture of a skull with vines on it and a book asking if Phil remembers his time before the server and promising help.

Side note, I personally want to say that that is Kristen, the goddess of death, trying to communicate with him. It seems to out of place to be the federation, and with how different Phil's ticket is from the rest it has to point to outside interference. And one of Kristen's main ways of talking with Phil previously when lore related back to his wife revolved around crows. So her leaving a critic crow book? Seems plausible.

Plus, sleep is often described as the line between life and death.

Phill took some pictures then called Fit to come see, with Pac joining along, only for when Phil brought them to the area of the message to find it gone like it was never there and all his proof gone. This sent Phil into a minor panic that he tried to brush off, even though booth Fit and Pac believed Phil had seen something.

To get his mind off that, Phil joined Pac and Fit's dungeon crawl, during which he lost his shield, before the group separated after completing the odd triple dungeon with Phil exploring a bit to find materially to replace his shield, followed by minime item collection, a brief dungeon raid, raiding egg backpacks to get the means to get a minime item (a type of mushroom), before he goes hole, does a brief check of stops the eggs loved, ended up back at the dream spot, before going home and getting off.

Also, on the 29th, two messages's appeared on the QSMP Twitter involving the 4th, one involves the train station, one seems to involve Cheyanne.

No clue what it means, other then something happening November 4th.

Good night all.

Cute.

I wanted to post this with some other art that I'm still working on, but I have been kinda busy these past few days so it's not finished yet :p

I'm also working on all the requests for you guys, thank you so much for all the wonderful ideas 🙏✨ you're amazing 🫶

So here is little eepy MK for you ^^

(via "The Creator and The Destroyer" Classic T-Shirt for Sale by Glassplant)

Wow! People are really getting into "Our Tangled Web" and I am loving it!

.:~Ink’s Sketchbook “Error #2″~:.

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tfw a chapter of your current favorite fan fic has a part where the characters are looking through a sketchbook and it lists a bunch of sketch descriptions and you go like “challenge accepted”.

Okay, so no one was actually challenging me, but it was free drawing prompts and it felt like the universe was daring me so I immediately jumped for it.

I like Error’s hobo outfit much more, but since the Ink in the story has known Error for about a thousand years and has nine total sketchbooks full of nothing but the glitchy cutie pie plus another 6 full of Ruru erotica I figure in “Error #2″ he’d have his classic outfit.

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Page 1

“A collection of Error’s face with varying expressions…”

Hate the top left expression.  Looks weird, but since it was my first go drawing an Error face without a reference I feel I can forgive myself for that.  Hate the bottom right expression too but only because that peaceful face doesn’t feel like Error.  And because I couldn’t figure out how to do peaceful with a Sans mouth.  It was my first attempt for Page 5 and in the end I admitted that I just don’t have the expression skills needed to pull what I wanted off for that picture.  It was still a nice looking face though so I included it in Page 1.

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Page 2

“Error scowling on his bean bag with his game boy. Error arguing with a less distinct other person.” 

My favorite page!  These prompts were the most fun to draw.  Error makes for the most adorable grump and I love him for it. <3 The “less distinct other person” is an Anonymous voice!  I thought the idea of Error feeding a troll to be hilarious and ran with it.  At least one of them seems like they’re having a good time. xD

Also, fuck the paper I drew these on.  The book has some pages that are colored grey instead of white and that messes with things.  Gave the drawings a dark tint that I can’t do anything about, so I’m a bit salty about that.

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Page 3

“A notable one of Error standing as if in triumph over the viewer of the image, one fist clenched and pulling a collection of strings taught.”

Not exactly how I first pictured it but it will do.  Also I forgot that Error was supposed to be standing instead of kneeling until I was pretty much finished with it.  Oops.

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Page 4

“Error laughing, hands in pockets, as an arrow labelled Killer pointed down into a collection of muck and marsh plants.”

So. I drew all of these sketches in my 365 drawing book.  You know, the one with the ruled lining in it because it’s supposed to be a book for writing prompts.

So imagine me, initially thinking I’d just draw a few plants, getting carried away and drawing the whole dang swamp, and then realizing when I was done that I was going to have to edit out all those damn lines.  I went “oh fuck” and then proceeded to spend two hours on clean up for this sketch alone.  Cleaning up each sketch already took a long time so holy hell.

Oh well, at least it looks neat.  Just wish Killer’s booty didn’t get lost in all the details. :(

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Page 5

“Finally, Ink stopped on a page near the end that had clearly been looked at a lot. The top corner was a little crumpled and dog-eared as if Ink fiddled with that section of the paper often. This one was of Error smiling. Not the smirking grin, not his crazy smile, but his normal smile. The one usually only seen in private by very few beings. Ink smiled back at it. The image had been delicately painted with watercolors making it even softer than the expression had been.”

*flips a table*

Could have been better. Could have been worse. I found a great digital watercolor tutorial but in the end I still didn’t know what I was doing.  Maybe someday I’ll try redoing this when I level up my arting skills but for now it looks nice, it looks soft, it fits the prompt, I’m done.

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Whew… well that’s one big project done.  A major “Our Tangled Web” itch has been scratched.  Maybe now I can go back to working on some of my own stuff.  Or do fanart for other fanfics.  =w=

……………Pfffffff… yeah right, maybe.  We’ll see how long I last. xD

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“Our Tangled Web” by: @raithwin and @avatarkayla

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Error © @loverofpiggies Ink(’s hands) © @comyet

Board me strikes again in the form of another story idea after listening to the song "Stronger Then My Storm" by Citizen Soldier on repeat for ages while just being in a monkey king mood.

In particular, what if Wukong didn't go on the journey to the west, what if he was never freed from the mountain he was trapped under till a few years before the LMK show's Mk appeared, what if spending that long being stuck trapped with the weight of a mountain on his back and only occasionally getting "food" in the form of molten or red hot metal left it's mark on Wukong's body.

Note, if you like the idea after reading the basics I set up feel free to use it, all I ask is to link it to me later! I want to read other people's interpretation!

So, the way I am playing this is that Wukong got imprisoned under the mountain for the same reason as in the original tale (though it isn't yet shown why he was put under the mountain in the show, it is somewhat implied that it might have been his punishment for defying heaven and trying to take over with his brotherhood because there are no indications so far that the imprisonment under the mountain was related to the celestial horse stampede or the massive party crash and subsequent defeating of the celestial army... Twice if you include the havoc he caused after escaping the furnace... That in the original tale gets the Buddha called on him and leads to his subsequent imprisonment. Wukong had to have been punished for his and the groups attack on Heaven and we do not know when in the timeline this event falls, so all we can assume as of now is that the mountain was his punishment). However, instead of getting freed after 500 years to go on the Journey to the West, the Jade Emperor decided Wukong was too dangerous to be re-release into the world despite Guanyin's promise that she would give the Buddhist monk Tripitaka a method to keep the celestial monkey in check. Instead, the Jade Emperor "threatens" the Six-Eared Macaque, who at this point knows Wukong was trapped under the mountain (for how long, no clue, we don't get any tells when in the timeline Mac visited Wukong, so I'm going to say within the first 100 years) and had taken to being the Macaque King of Flower fruit mountain since he figured Wukong would never return, into being a member of the Journey to the West after basically getting a contract from the Emperor that at no time during his time away from his island may the Celestial army or any of its soldiers or denizens of the celestial realm invade and destroy their island in retaliation for Wukong's "crimes" and once the journey is complete this will remain in place since all crimes will have been paid for.

As such, Wukong never met Ao Lie, Sha Wujing, Zhu Bajie, or Tang Sanzang and history would only know Wukong as the first king of Flower Fruit Mountain/the Monkey King due to the tales passed down of his journey for immortality and his subsequent imprisonment when he goes to far, using him mainly as a message for never letting yourself become so engrossed in your plans for the future that you stop seeing the harm your actions cause in the present. This also means that none of the deaths or imprisonment that would happen in the original tale/the demons and immortals that Wukong met along the way would know him or have happened. We would have to assume Mac helped imprison Lady Bone Deamon as well as extract the Sumadi Fire from Red Son and that whatever caused D.B.K.'s rampage (which I believe is somewhat implied to be LBD), at what I am currently assuming was just after the Journey to the West, never happened.

However, despite the winds of fate having shifted so far off course, the world will always try to align it's self with the intended path of history. As such, Tang (who I am imagining as more of an archaeologist instead of a pure historical scholar like he is in the show) would still be obsessed with the Journy to the West and the tales relating to it, particularly with the tales of the First King of Flower Fruit Mountin. As such, he takes many a trip out to find historical ruins and sights to try and find remnants of forgotten tales about this long lost King. As such, roughly 3 years before MK would be found in front of Pigzy's shop, Tang would find the the mountain range Wukong was trapped under and unintentionally find his was down into his imprisonment chamber, where he would find the comatose King still taped with roughly 260 billion (this is only an estimate of what Quora says an average mountain weighs) tons of mountain on top of him, with the magic spells keeping him locked up weakened (because time will affect anything, including magic as shown in the show), but still active. Upon seeing this and recognising who this must be Tang would rush to the nearest town, get some stone breaking supplies, rush back to the mounting and climb the mountain to remove the seal that was told in legend to be keeping the king trapped under the mountain. Tang would then go back down into the cavern of Wukong's imprisonment and spend many days slowly chiseling the comatose former King out of the mountain. After which he would take wukong to his vehicle and bring him back to Megapolis and checking the king into a hospital under the guise of being just a plain old Demon Monkey who he doesn't know the name of, since revealing Wukong as the lost king could end horribly for the injured and comatose King.

Wukong would spend a year within this hospital (with all bills being paid for by a donation fund set up for demons who have not registered or no not wish to register into modern-day identification systems that is funded by wealthy deamon families that want to help their fellow demons in this modern age) in a coma, eventually waking up after many centuries of unconsciousness. After which he has to learn how to speak, write, and walk again after many months of therapy learning during this time through talks with his savior, talks with the doctors, and self examination the true gravity of his current situation.

That being that he was isolated from the world for over 1000 years (having been in a coma for what the monkey can only guess is 500 years of that time span or so) and is now in a world completely different from the one he knew, he is now an enigma of history only really known for his cautionary tale, his throat and stomach had been heavily damaged from the centuries of being forced to eat molten metal leaving his voice quiet and gravely and his stomach paralyzed (though the doctors suspect over time it may heal), that so long with so much weight on his lower back has left him a paraplegic (with odds of him ever fully recovering being low by the doctors examinations), and that most if not all of his Chi (magic? mana? energy? who knows, the show never properly names this internal energy source) is blocked off and it could take year's for him to reopen all the ley lines in his body to use more high-intensity incantations and auras again for battle, if he can ever fight again.

During his time in the hospital, and then in hospice as he regains his strength, Wukong and Tang become friends, and Tang (after a chat with Pigzy who the partially broke archaeologists is living with) invites Wukong, who decided to hide himself in this new day and age under his old name "Shí Hóu", to come live with them. There are some minor issues in the beginning for the three due to needing to figure out how to work with a house member in a wheelchair the majority of the time, but they all make it work eventually and after a while Wukong finds a job in the animation industry and adds another income to the apartment dwelling household. Eventually MK joins the three after a appearing at Pigzy's shop and Wukong essentially becomes the babysitter of the group, what with having the least dangerous and most easily able to multitask job.

Thanks to MK Wukong meets Redson for the first time after a 6 year old MK runs off while Wukong and him are at a coffee shop and Redson, being much more kind-hearted due to not losing his father, helps Wukong out after the monkey man manages to either lose or fall out of his whealchair. And Red son, now curious about the monkey who somewhat reminds him of the Sun Wukong from his father's old tales starts to insert himself into Wukong's life. Leading to Red basically ending up as MK's big brother figure and leading to MK becoming friends with Mei due to Red and his family having connections with other mystical families like those of the dragon from the journey to the west. This could lead to DBK and Wukong meeting again early on, or much later then in the show depending on how you want to spin it, however I would do it as they meet earlier, but DBK does not know Shí Hóu is Wukong until much later. Though Wukong would know and be somewhat depressed thinking he lost his last brother to time because revealing himself could lead to DBK denouncing him (not that DBK would).

How the original show would progress from there would depend on the writer's interpretation, but I would still have Monkey king teach MK to fight and such, but with MK being more patient and understanding of not being able to get into intense battle-type things due to Wukong being a paraplegic. And without any Mac interference, because he thinks Wukong is still in prison, and would at most think "huh... This kid strangely has a lot of Wukong's powers and skills. Weird, but oh well."

Well, this is interesting.

The Cats Favorite Toy p.2 Final

I can tell so much about you by what you've left unsaid...

Ink leaned back in his old rocking chair, listening to the old, beaten wood creak with the stretch of new pressure. He always used it whenever he couldn't sleep, when insomnia hit him hard, stapling his eyes open, making his body toss and turn, but tonight was different. No, tonight wasn't a night where he drew something and still had the energy for new pieces, but he had to go meet up with the Star Sanses in the morning, when he had just watched a fight in another au and was still riled up, tonight was worse.

Tonight was worry

There was a tightness in the painters chest that refused to go away. It made his hands shake, trembling in place, twitching every now and again from being so cramped. It made his stomach feel tight and knotted, the bitter taste of acid rising in his throat now and again, though he forced it back down. Sure, he was used to puking up Ink, but not real food. What food would even come up? He hasn't had the motivation to eat, it took a lot out of him to even roll out of bed this morning, but he knew that Error needed to be taken care of. Its not like skeletons needed to eat, even though it did strengthen their stanima, so he was just fine without it, and if that meant losing all his energy, so be it.

Ink looked across the room to the couch, Errors unconscious form bundled up in blankets and wires, pumping medicine into his soul that Sci had recommended. The glitchs break down made his core weak and cracked, so Ink had to keep a close eye on his chest. Not to mention the physical damage, a sprained ankle and chips among his skeleton from the rock fall. Being in the snow, in soaking wet clothes for hours on end, also gave Error a nasty case of frostbite. The tips of his bones, his toes and fingers, bits of rib and neck, they were all stained a bright pink color, swollen and sore. Ink had always found the others bruises interesting, how they needed to be a bright color to contrast over the dark bones. Is that why he left so many after battles? Maybe. Did that mean the guilt on his chest ever lightened? Absolutely not.

... Maybe he shouldn't have been so rough in fights. Error had already retreated down at Snowdin, but Ink was determined on having a bit more fun. Now he realized that this wasn't fun for Error, it wasn't joy he felt, it was fear. Fear of being hunted like some sort of wild animal, fear of being presented with all his failures for everyone to see, to laugh at and poke fun at for their own entertainment.

The protector takes a sip of his white paint, bouncing his knee anxiously, pumping his foot to and from the cold tiled floor. It was dulling his emotions, which he usually didn't like, but right now, he needed it. The anxiety and guilt was driving Ink insane, he felt both physically and mentally sick with the entire situation. The ticks from a clock on the wall was the only thing to keep himself grounded, each one making him flinch from the lack of background noise. Usually, he didn't even notice it, making a radio or the voices of the creators to drown it out, but now, it was like a gun being shot right next to his head, just barely missing, but still serving as a warning. Why did he even have a clock? With all the timelines and different timezones, this was a useless pice of junk. Still, it looked nice, and it made him feel like this little multiverse world had its own sense of individuality, so he kept it up. Did it even run on batteries? Or did it just hang over Ink, watching him with every click of a hand, prying into his thoughts with every tick of the minute, waiting for the artist to finally crack, to unfold just as Error did all those weeks ago.

Yeah... Weeks....

Glitchy had gone into a coma from all the cold to his body, sending him into shock. Or, at least that's what Sci said. Ink didn't really know what that meant, but it definitely wasn't good, the lack of knowledge only adding bricks to his already endless wall of anxiety.

A crash in the room almost made Ink scream in fear, though it only came out as a soft wheeze, instead gripping the arms of his rocker to try and stable himself once again. Turning his head from his hands folded on his lap, he was surprised to see Errors body... Rolled off the couch. There was a grumble from the pile as it shifted around, obviously annoyed by its prison of blankets, trying to break free, but it was kinda hard when your limbs were all numb and cramped. His counterpart rushed over to help, nearly flying out of his chair in the moment of adrenaline, pulling at the blanket until it came loose, looking down at the other

"Hey Ru... You're awake..."

Inks voice was small, something uncharacteristic for the usually annoying guardian, but the look in Errors eyes told him that things weren't all well again. The red tainted sockets looked like they were sunk into his skull, making gray bags ring around his eyes. Even though it was hard to see with the black bones, Ink could regonize it from the almost gray pupils, the usually warm color pattern drained into a ghost of once they once were, A ghost of Error. A ghost of his determined attitude, almost smug as he bickered with anyone and everyone, his pride refusing to submit into another's ideas. A ghost from his usually wide rested smile, or that jagged frown when he got upset over something small, cursing and stomping his foot like a cat who was pet at the wrong time. A ghost of the usual bright navy strings dripping down his cheeks. They weren't even glowing now, starting to mix into his skull, almost like they were invisible to his character. Ink forced himself to gulp down another bit of white paint, shuttering at the lack of taste, unlike his other vials that bursted with flavor. How long has this been piling up on Error for? The skeleton looked half dead, staring up at Ink with glossy eyelights, almost like his entire personality was broken.

The artist pulled Error back up to the couch, laying the blanket on his lap instead of bundling him up again, going to the kitchen to start up on some hot chocolate. Error always liked the food, anything chocolate really, it was like a drug to him at this point. Maybe it would cheer him up, with a bit of whipped cream and carmel draped over the top? Yeah. That sounded nice. Ink decided to make himself a mug as well, his stomach tightening from his lack of food all week.

He walked back to the couch after about 10 minutes, sighing in relief at the sight. Error had his knitting needles in his hands, strings wrapped in his fingers, making a pattern as he pulled and looped the thread. His body still looked tired, but at least he could move his fingers. At least he had the motivation to do something he loved again.

The cup of coco was set on the living room table, which was piled up with papers and art supplies, but the painter moved all that to the side, careful not to knock anything over. He was surprised that Error didn't rip up his project or destroy it as he usually did, but he could tell now wasn't the time to bright up work stuff.

Error didn't touch the coco. Not that it was stubborn and didn't want Inks help, mostly because he was too caught up in relaxing himself in his strings of fabric, letting the clock tick away. No words were exchanged, only the small background noise as Ink clicked the TV on to listen to, grabbing his notebook as well, starting to doodle things in it. It was a comfortable silence. No one moved to get away, no one bickered or screamed, the two skeletons just needed eachother right now to let the other know everything was okay, everything was normal again. In all due time, it would be, including fights and battles, the war still ranging on. But for now, it was too late to care about those things. The ticking was all that they needed to feel at peace again, relaxing in eachothers presence, letting the night soothe their souls as they enjoyed eachothers company once again

My Fault (part2)

First part / Next part

First part / Next part

So cute!

“sweet derams”

a fan art   of nightmare & dream     

Ok, so, this is a set of fan fic ideas I want to put out into the world for anyone who wants to write it. I have 1 I am writing a little about but it is mostly for personal, haha funny idea, reasons.

The first is one I have seen happen only once I think. Basically Cucurucho being made Phil's ward/child and Phil having to juggle taking care of three kids. With Cheyenne and Cucurucho getting into arguments and Phil having to deal with a bear with basically creative mode.

Second. Cucurucho and Cheyenne (I probably spelled that wrong... But I am not bothered enough to check now.) are the same people. Cheyenne is trying to keep it a secret from everyone, only for Phil to figure it out instantly and instead joke with Cheyenne about it as well as to others in a nonobvious way, especially so with other islanders who are out of the loop while also coming up with plausible excuses for Cheyenne when the baby has to go off and be Cucurucho. This leads to Cucurucho showing favoritism to Phil, which everyone is confused about, while also being confused about why the federation workers are listening to Phil or hanging out with him.

Three, Cheyenne and Cucurucho are not the same person but something happened to Cheyenne and Phil in a broken mental state started seeing Cucurucho as his son. Leading Cucurucho to having to play along or something very bad will happen, either to the bear or the island, and as time goes on Cucurucho starts caring for Phil as much as the man cares about the bear.

Four, this one is kind of out of place with the rest because it completely rewrites the QSMP (and it was completely my idea). The start of the premise (and the entire background of the idea) is Philza completely secluded himself in his hard-core world after Techno and Wilbur's deaths (how is up to interpretation.) and basically disappears for so long that he became a legend alongside Technoblade.

Sometime during Phil's seclusion, a research organization dedicated to studying Mods and updates was formed under the name of "the Federation." The group had initially intended to have robots collect and test any dangerous mobs. Some time later while watching their prototype one day in the field in action, they realized, "Oh sh** these things can develop sentience!" this was after the group had developed a whole division of these robots. Instead of scraping the project, though, the group took a different approach and decided to create a subdivision of the federation to run one of their research servers, Quesadilla Island, directly and to give a permanent, safe, home for the atomita to become players. Over time, Cucurucho, the initial prototype, and their team dedicated themselves to collecting modded materials and mobs for other research facilities since their island did not yet have a research facility. Then one day Cucurucho cashed an avian wing smuggling operation and destroyed the entire organization, saving 3 young avians and a young mimic disguised as an avian in the process. Since it was to dangerous to leave these young avians to fend for themselves Cucurucho took it upon themselves (with the help of their team) to raise the group, and once the 4 were old enough to be able to make their way in the Hub they set them off with Federation backing to allow them to achieve whatever goal they had in mind.

A few years later all 4 made their way back to the federation and applied to be scientists for the organization, while desiring to work on the island they had called home for so long and to see the one who had raised them again. This lead to a whole research division being established on Quesadila island with other scientists joining the initial 4 as permanent research residents on the island. With some of the automata that were in Cucurucho's division finding their calling and personalities with all the new residents. While Cucurucho continued on with his work as a search and retrieval worker with his remaining team while also checking if any damage or alterations the residents made to the island had caused any permanent damage. During one such check where a researcher -cough cough Tubbo cough cough- destroyed part of the ancient wall on the island and woke a dragon up who had soon flown away. During Cucurucho's check of the area he found 12 dragon eggs who soon after hatched into dragonlings that Cucurucho basically decided they had to take care of, though over time many of the dragonlings worked their way into the hearts of the island residents and made those residents their parents, all except 2, Cheyenne and Talullah, both of whom and been born with guardian angles who were the souls of Phil's long past friends (the two can see and hear their own and each others angles, but no one else really can).

Cucurucho had to keep doing his job though and one day with Cheyenne and Talullah following along with his team as they went off server to collect mobs and materials for the residents to study one of the updates the group accidentally found themselves on Phil's hardcore world with a Philza who was ready to kill the intruders that were trying to steal his sniffers. However, the team manages to sedate Philza after a long battle that injured both sides. Cheyenne and Talullah's guardian spirits recognised their friend and father and unintentionally lead to Cheyenne and Talullah refusing to leave without the man, especially with how injured the man was. And Cucurucho, ever the bleeding heart for those he loves brings the man with them while trying to figure out how he was going to try and get the man to stay once he was fully healed to keep the two dragonlings happy.

For me, my intention in the future of my little idea is that over time while recovering Philza meets the other residents and dragonlings and gets to know them, before an event happens that basically locks down the subnet of servers the Federation was using locking all residents in the subnet unable to contact the outside world or get out into it, leading the group into a situation where they have to set up for survival and figure out what happened, with Talullah and Cheyenne endearing themselves to Phil while their guardian spirits whisper for the man to stay as Phil starts to get to know Cucurucho even better (like in a co-platonic-parent way).

And, that's it. Those are my ideas.

If anyone uses them or finds fics similar to them, maybe message me them? I would love to read them! Or, if you need help bordering out any of these ideas I am happy to help out and talk through some possibilities.

Have a nice day!

I'm in a mood to post some of my Redbubble works. Hope you all enjoy.