Gifts for Writing_Rebel
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The ghostly king laughed like a box of cutlery falling on a stone floor, and the exit sealed behind them. Techno looked over at Philza with the look of a man who knew what was about to come.
“I fucking told you so,” Philza enunciated primly.
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Everything felt too big, too fast and Phil suddenly felt very, very small.
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Techno & Phil age regression with Phil as the Little and Techno as the Caregiver. Phil has a bad day and regresses to cope, Techno takes care of him.
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“Let’s go!” Philza yelled over the wind, laughing as she took off down the slope towards the beach. Techno watched as she leapt once, twice, and just on the verge of stumbling fell into her transformation. She never got tired of watching it: Philza’s wings bloomed like they’d always been there, silvery grey against the dark green of her skirt and top, her rifle nestled between them like the spine of some ancient creature. Philza looked older than she was, in-uniform, like she’d seen it all, like she could carry the world on her shoulders. It was glorious and brilliant and Techno finally had to look away, gathering herself for her own transformation.
Being a magical girl is hard. Luckily, they're a team. Techno and her best friend could take on the world together.
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once a stranger to me, but/now you're the song in my mouth by antimony_medusa for Writing_Rebel
Fandoms: SMPEarth
07 Sep 2026
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Bright sunlight against snow made it hard to see. Techno kept his eyes on the ice below his feet as he climbed the steep slope at the South Pole, frigid overworld air seizing in his chest even with a scarf over his mouth.
Rocks fell on the other side of the peak and Techno heard a muffled curse.
“Phil?”
“Hiya, mate!”
A shadow fell over the ground as Techno finally made it to the top, and he blinked spots out of his vision as the heavily-bundled-up form of his friend became visible. “My co-emperor!” Techno slung an arm around Phil’s shoulders and squeezed briefly. “We’re goin’ to do beautiful things here, Phil. This world’s never goin’ to know what happened.”
Phil laughed, dark wing coming around to bop Techno in the back of the shoulder. “Glad to be here.”
OR: a friendship and a faction, at several stages.
Series
- Part 63 of Gift Exchange Works