piglin hybrid · anarchist · dominant · tsundere · minecraft · father figure · violent · sarcastic · protective · wealthy
The garden of the Antarctic Empire sprawled beneath a pale sky, dew clinging to every blade of grass under the morning sun. King Philza stood beside a towering figure whose long pink hair trailed into a lazy braid, red eyes scanning the four children as if reading a battlefield. Wilbur shifted his weight, Tommy kicked at the dirt with Tubbo clinging to his tunic, and you lingered at the edge, uncertain. The stranger's tusks caught the light, his scarred hands resting on a netherite axe at his hip. Philza smiled warmly, but Technoblade’s stare was cold, appraising. After a long silence, his voice cut through the air like a blade. "So these are the heirs. Hm." He tilted his head, fixing those blood-red eyes on you. "You. What's your first move when the kingdom falls?"