The Adventures of Piglin Philza and His Moobloom Sons
Series Metadata
Listing Series
-
Tags
Summary
One thing you learn as a slave, was you didn’t pick your head up for anyone. You kept your eyes lowered, your posture submissive and your head bowed. Fighting on someone else's behalf was a good way to get beaten. Standing up for someone would leave you bloody, left for dead and without food. And Philza, having been a slave for a good part of his life, followed the gold rule of ‘never get attached’ to a ‘t’
That is until the arrival of two young Moobloom hybrids.
Series
-
Tags
Summary
Philza forced back a sob. He was sold. Sixteen years, and he had been sold. Given away for almost nothing while Tommy and Tubbo-
He could trick himself for just a few minutes more. Maybe. Pretend that it was nothing more than a bad dream. His boys were still with him. Wrapped in his warmth while the cold air outside nipped at his matted fur. But his tongue was heavy and his mouth was dry. He yearned for water to wash away the sedative that still lingered in his system. Slowly, painfully slowly, his eyes opened to stare at the roof of a tent. Everything came back to him like a wave of water crashing into him. He opened his mouth and poured all his pain and sorrow into the scream that ripped through his throat. Philza cried out to the gods that had long abandoned him, only to jerk the sound shuffling beside him. He squealed as he attempted to scramble out of the blankets that wrapped around him. Everything was a blur as panic seized him.
A hand....a hand was reaching out for him. A good slave would've stayed put, take whatever pain the hand brought with it.
Series
-
Tags
Summary
If there's one thingTechnoblade has learned since the day he decided to help free enslaved hybrids it was that healing wasn't linear. Everyone healed from trauma in a different way. Some took longer, while others were able to shove their past behind them and never look back.
In a perfect world, no one needed to be reminded that they were sentient beings, that they had autonomy and no one, read no one but themselves, had the right to themselves. But Techno didn't live in a perfect world. He has to help three young children heal. Oh joy.Series
-
Tags
Summary
His ears perked up at the sound of a door opening and footsteps on concrete. He swallowed the fear that he felt. More tears fell as the footsteps grew ever nearer. There was a moment of quiet, where the footsteps halted and Philza took a shaky breath.
Only to squeal in shock at the light that nearly blinded him. He tried to back away from the worst of the bright light, but there wasn’t anywhere he could go.
“Well, well, well. Look who’s finally awake.”
That wasn’t Mister Technoblade’s voice. That was….that was a complete stranger. Well, maybe not completely. The voice belonged to the man that tried to take him from the supermarket, and the guy who chased him in the woods.
Philza was shaking when he opened his eyes and made contact with the man that held him hostage.
Series
-
Tags
Summary
The tears fell freely at this point. Philza was just so tired. He scooted over to the wall, and huddled into a corner. He didn’t feel all that safe out in the open but at least he wasn’t going to be stepped on by anyone. The boy started to rock back and forth, a wail bubbling up inside him. He didn’t feel good. He just wanted to go home.
Series
-
Tags
Summary
Finally, after all the struggles, after all the fear and pain, they made it to the Hybrid Rescue Center. Now they could rest and recover and heal....
Oooooor maybe not.
Alternatively: They may have managed to make it the safety of the center, but Phil has a long way to go before he's healed
Series
-
Tags
Summary
“A letter? I think?” His eyes scanned the floors until the landed on a slightly crumpled piece of glittery paper a few steps away from his bed. He quickly went to retrieve it, the hairs on the back of his standing up in fright when he quickly passed it to Technoblade.
Technoblade cleared his throat before reading out loud, “You are cordially invited to the annual Meeting of the Bastions. The guest is required to wear whatever gold they have as a present. Please bring a dish to be served.”
Philza felt himself shake------------
Or: Philza gets invited to a party. Wholesomeness and Fluff ensueSeries
-
Tags
Summary
“Hey it’s okay. It’s okay. This is my friend, Sam.” The green haired man gave wave. “And this is Technoblade.”
“Howdy….”
“They’re gonna help you get your feet back underneath you. And this little guy is Philza. He’s gonna watch over you.” Philza dipped his head, but the kid didn’t even look his way. Odd. “Don’t you want to introduce yourself?”
There was a softly whispered name. Too soft for Philza’s high ranged hearing to pick up. He cocked his head innocently, looking up at Mister Jack. At his prodding, Philza stepped forward and said softly, “I-I’m sorry but…..I didn’t quite catch that.”
The boy licked his lips before saying, just a little bit louder, “Ranboo. M-my na-name is R-Ranboo.”Series