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The guard stared at him for a moment, blue eyes blown wide behind his mask.
It was then the Pythia looked down at the hand outstretched between them. The prosthetic was made of intricately carved metal, covered in vines and flowers twisting together with the shimmer of enchantments reflecting in the purple glow.
And although the guard’s sleeve was covering his wrist, he knew that in the place where metal met flesh, there was a pair of dark angel wings tattooed on his skin.
He was right. This wasn’t a real guard.
This was a Deathling.
or, Wilbur is an oracle known as the Pythia, chosen to receive dreams of the future from the goddess Clara. One day, he receives a dream warning him that during a ball Emperor Schlatt is hosting, the Deathlings—terrorists who worship the goddess of Death—will launch an attack. When his warning goes ignored, he knows there's going to be consequences.
He doesn't expect one of those consequences to include him getting kidnapped by a teenager.
aka, a cyberpunk fantasy fusion au with lots of religious trauma
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- Part 2 of sleepyhead
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“Okay, so… This is a very… horrible case.”
Wilbur’s tail fell to the floor and his eyes widened in horror. “Is this an abuse case? Oh, I’m going to need to find a therapist, and I’ll learn their triggers— Do you have a list? What about—“
“Wilbur,” Puffy interrupted, Wilbur’s mouth snapping shut, “this is one of the worst cases I’ve ever seen, but that’s not why I thought you might not take it.”
“Why…?”
“So, the reason the Federation is okay with this is because every other foster home has declined. I also put in a good word for you.”
“Get to the point, please. The stress is killing me,” Wilbur groaned.
“Okay… I’ll… He’s a— I’m just going to send you the file,” she sighed.
Wilbur could hear the distant clicking and quickly rolled his chair over to his computer. As soon as he typed in his password, the files popped up.
Wilbur opened them.
“Just… have an open mind,” Puffy encouraged.
The file loaded, and immediately Wilbur’s jaw dropped.
“A human?!?”
or, Human tommy is in need of love. Wilbur has a lot of love to give.
If any cc states they are uncomfy with this fic, I will take it down!
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- Part 25 of Fractal’s One Shots
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“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” Phil takes a scone, nodding. “Have you taken out any life insurance lately?”
Techno only laughs. Phil laughs too. They laugh for approximately fifteen seconds. It’s weird.\\
or: techno takes on a sketchy babysitting gig to make some money. he’s not entirely sure they’re not trying to murder him.
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- Part 1 of Technoblade's Entirely Average Life
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