Lyrics: Place a golden flower Glory in the summer Memories in flashes A heart of loss and light Heed your kingdom’s calling A brother’s cry befalling A crown of grief rules nothing left but ashes Lost within the night I’ll see you soon my dear Don’t you shed a single tear Close your eyes my dear You have nothing left to fear Gods among the living A son becomes forgiving But happy ever after Comes with a price to pay Bid your last goodbyes As the light fades from his eyes An echoing of once familiar laughter From a boy as bright as day
Can we take a moment to appreciate that this is a song, of a fanfiction, of a Minecraft storyline, created by a group of RUclipsrs, the levels of depths are crazy
And these youtubers are from a server where they roleplay The roleplay is inspired by Hamilton (sometimes also Greek Mythology…) Hamilton is, well, "inspired" by Alexander Hamilton’s life So the birth of Alexander Hamilton has led to this song being made
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa why u b**** whyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa edit: this is me angrily crying
“I’m not done yet!” Tommy said, and produced one more flower-a single yellow rose. “This one’s my favorite,” he added as he gently tucked the flower behind Technoblade’s ear, the one that had the emerald earring that Wilbur had found so familiar, “because it means friendship.”
“Tubbo had seen as hundred corpses-they’d fallen against him during the battle, or he’d pulled them free from rock and dirt-but few had looked as peaceful as the prince in death. It was almost as if he was sleeping, his mortal wound hidden by his clothes and the red-and-blue coat tucked up to his chin. His head rested against soft hay a shade darker than his own golden hair. Tubbo could almost see himself shaking the prince awake. And the prince would blink drowsiness from his eyes, ask Tubbo who he was, and Tubbo would say, “A friend,” and maybe in another life that wouldn’t be a lie.” everyone else was putting their favorite passerine quotes in the comments so here’s mine to fuel the fire that is our collective sadness over fictional men
Fav passerine scene: Mother said with a small smile, but her eyes were sad. “Deep breaths now, Wil. Tell me what you know.” “I was in a city in the north,” Wilbur said, his mouth tasting of ash and melting snow. “Outside a-a church. With broken windows.” “Yes, you were.” “I don’t play the violin.” “No, you don’t.” Wilbur glanced at his mother’s painting, the one with soft colors and old lines. “And Tommy will never live past fifteen.” “No,” Mother replied, regret and sorrow-two of Wilbur’s own restless shadows-gleaming in her eyes, “he won’t.” “And you’re dead, too,” Wilbur continued, freefalling into the abyss, “aren’t you?” “Yes, I am.”
@@fallchemicalroyale6152 my favorite is when techno was trying to reassure Tommy that he would live and what they were going to do when he gets better. That part was so heart wrenching and that made me cry even more
“It’s pretty tragic, isn’t it?” The question stopped Tommy dead in his tracks. He turned towards the person who’d asked, and found himself in front of a girl seated by a grindstone, slowly sharpening a small blade. “Pardon?” The girl smiled as she nodded towards the flowers in his hands. “Morning glories. They wilt the same day that they bloom, lasting only until the sun sets.” She paused. “Maybe less, now that you’ve picked them.”
“Wilbur.” Tommy turned to his brother. “You know I love you, right?” The king gave him a sharp look. “What the hell are you talking about?” Tommy swallowed thickly, trying - and failing - to keep the tears in. “I - I love you. I don’t think I ever said it, but it’s true. I figured, if it’s my last chance-“ “This is not your last chance,” Wilbur snapped, his eyes darkening. He whirled around, facing Technoblade, who stood between them and the mysterious soldier. “Techno!” “We’ll play for you,” Techno vowed. “When we get home, we’ll play for you as many times as you want, Tommy. I’ll let you beat me when we spar. I’ll let you braid my hair, or even cut it all off if you want to. Anything you want, just keep your eyes open.” A shadow fell over them, in the shape of wings that Tommy had only seen once before, when he had flown out of Tommy’s bedroom window and out of their lives forever. Or, not forever. Tommy tried to raise his head, to see his father’s face, but the pain was too much. “Dad,” Tommy whispered. He still wanted to do so much. He still wanted to scream at Wilbur and then embrace him. He still wanted to find flowers for Techno’s hair. He still wanted to go home, to the kingdom that they had protected. He still wanted to hug his dad. But a darkness was quickly gathering. “Tommy?” Tommy had no idea who had said his name. It all sounded so very far away. “Don’t leave me,” Tommy begged. “Please. I’m so scared.” “We’re here, Tommy.” A kiss on his forehead. Someone holding his hand. Strong arms around him. Wilbur, humming his old lullaby. Warmth, even in the dark. “We’ll always be here.” -too late. “Thank you,” Tommy breathed. “Thank you. I…” He had so much left to say, so much left to offer. Love. Forgiveness. Cheer. But he would leave it there, until he woke up again. Tommy’s eyes drifted shut. His mother’s laughter had never sounded clearer. And the baby began to cry. Wilbur pulled back, astonished, his face drawn in awe. “What is it?” he asked frantically. “Did I do something wrong?” “No,” Phil sobbed, falling to his knees before the three of them-his lovely, laughing wife, his kind, bewildered Wilbur, and his loud, shrieking Tommy. “You did everything right, my boy. You’re perfect.” Now Wilbur held his brother-a baby no longer, but still so, so small-to his chest as they walked through the quiet, empty camp. Wilbur spoke the words he’d first spoken to his brother all those years before, over and over, like an enchantment or a prayer to bring him back to life once more. “I will love you forever, I will love you forever, I will love you forever.” But this time, Tommy did not wake up. And Philza was still made of stone. Sorry I’m not sorry
i've read this book around 3 times now and that part still makes me sob ;-; also srry if theres something wrong english is not my first language hfdhsfj
"Tubbo could almost see himself shaking the prince awake. And the prince would blink drowsiness from his eyes, ask Tubbo who he was, and Tubbo would say, “A friend,” and maybe in another life that wouldn’t be a lie"
Favorite passarine quotes: “Tommy was spotless. Tommy was dead.” “Technoblade never dies, they whispered around campfires and funeral pyres. He prayed that wasn’t true.” “You’d make good friends, she’d said, but that wasn’t right. Tommy felt, inexplicably, down to his bones, that if he’d met that boy, they would be brothers.” “I will love you. Without requisite or deadline, I will love you.” “War. Such a small word for such a big thing.” “Death. Such a small word for such a big thing.” “Fate. Such a small word for such a big thing.” “God. Such a big word for such a small thing.” “There was pain. So much pain. He thought he’d already felt pain, but what did he truly know? He was only fifteen.” “Tubbo could almost see himself shaking the prince awake. And the prince would blink drowsiness from his eyes, ask Tubbo who he was, and Tubbo would say, “A friend,” and maybe in another life that wouldn’t be a lie.” “Niki hoped, at the very least, that they would plant the prettiest flowers over her grave.” “At fifteen years old, Tommy was the oldest he’d ever been, but he never felt so young.” “A boy-king first, and then just a king, and now a brother far from home. Who would he be the day he died?” “And through a blur of tears, Tubbo saw what the general had left behind, tucked gently behind the prince’s ear, like a final offering: a single yellow rose.” “And looking at Tommy’s peaceful face was what finally, finally, made Technoblade-emperor of ice, blood god, destroyer of worlds-cry.” “Wilbur.” Tommy had reached out to clutch at his brother’s shirt. “Wilby, please, don’t hurt me.” There was a loaded pause. “You did?” Tommy didn’t know if Techno sounded more impressed or indignant. “When?” “This afternoon, after my little brother looked me in the eyes and I realized just how much I have to lose.” “Little killer king, you’ve finally grown into your role.” “The girl smiled as she nodded towards the flowers in his hands. “Morning glories. They wilt the same day that they bloom, lasting only until the sun sets.” She paused. “Maybe less, now that you’ve picked them.” “Tommy really did get a lot taller. In time, he would grow to be even taller than Philza was. If only he hadn’t died before he could.”
@@اكتشفمعشوشو I am as well a religious person but just understand that this is a story and there are different or twisted meanings. .So don't take this too seriously
"See you all in hell," Niki said bitterly, and struck the flint into a flame. This probably isn't my all-time favorite quote, since there are so many good ones, but I still love it and it's badass af
At the summit of the opposite mountain, in a cave almost identical, the Captain did the same. “For my kingdom,” she whispered to the empty cave, and let the fire fall. Niki hoped, at the very least, that they would plant the prettiest flowers over her grave.
@@gaminglikeboy9883 Yeah, the similarities between Captain and Captain Puffy’s personality makes me think that it would most like be Captain Puffy as well.
@@amandamukeba2700 you can. My favorite thing about Passerine is that no one is really good and no one is really bad (aside from maybe Tommy and Dream, but that's debatable too). They're all gray. They've all done terrible things but all have reasons for it. They've all suffered. What Niki did wasn't great, but it was at the order of her king and at her own expense. She was happy to do it, but there were reasons for that. It's really fascinating. I wish all books were like that.
“I do hope, my boy,” she continued, her voice as tranquil as a still lake, “that you will find the people you can trust more than your own name. You deserve that, and more, for all you have done for my family.” I missed my shot to get a cool quote in when SAD-ist made her animatic, so here I am with my favorite quote that nobody seems to ever talk about
To people who haven’t read passerine don’t judge these lines but : “Is this yours?” Phil asked bitterly, running his hand over the knife’s carved handle. “You should know,” Techno said. “You gave it to me.”
Tubbo’s cheeks felt warm. He knew he must be crying. He knew he must be sad. But for whom? Who was he even mourning? His kingdom’s prince, yes, but the harsher truth, a stranger. A stranger whose laughter still faintly echoed in Tubbo’s head like a half-remembered song from a distant childhood. A stranger who’d gambled his life for his kingdom and lost it a heartbeat away from victory-if this bitter thing could even be called that. A stranger that felt like no stranger at all. But a stranger nonetheless, Tubbo reminded himself. And through a blur of tears, Tubbo saw what the general had left behind, tucked gently behind the prince’s ear, like a final offering: a single yellow rose.
It just sucks. It hurt me when Niki said that Tubbo reminds her a lot about Tommy, and that if they MET they could became great friends. But we all know what happened. Tommy died… but they could be friends in another life, perhaps.
I'm thinking dream makes different universe where different things happen but follow the same plot, kinda. Like how the dream smp character relation ships and actions are mentioned. Phil says he would have pressed the button for will, but will blew a horn, then phils like oh yeah you did. In the dream smp universe dream must be trying a different story than all the other ones he's made.
since this comment section is already entirely passerine quotes, let me share my favorite excerpt: “I was content, for a while, to watch the kingdom grow. But these mortals and their short, fitful lives… they draw you in, Technoblade. I used to think they were moths drawn to flame, doomed to catch fire for the most inconsequential things. We’ve seen their wars, you and I. We’ve fought them. We both know the things they do to each other.” Philza took hold of the balcony railings as if it was the only thing keeping him from floating away. “But over the years I’ve also learned of the things they do for each other. Their lives will always be one year, one week, one day short, but it doesn’t seem to matter much to them. They live anyway. They love anyway. Forgive an old god for wanting a piece of that for himself.”
“At fifteen years old, Tommy was the oldest he’s ever been, but he never felt so young” Another quote that hurt “And then there was pain, as the knife found its mark in the prince's heart” I won’t lie, this made me teary-eyed and now I wanna go reread passerine again but I know it’s gonna cause a heartache again :( This fanfic + animatics broke me and now this song has- Amazing work :D
@@mysticrose4905 you can read it on Ao3. I think it’s in the description. Or if you have Wattpad you can read it there. If you don’t want to read it then listen to it on RUclips
Bruh theses comments are already making me cry, so here’s a funny/part: “What does slaughter mean?” Tommy asked. “I tickled them,” Technoblade said. “Oh.” “To death.” “ *Oh* .”
My fav passeine quote that will never fail to make me sob is: "A single strand of hibiscus-pink hair. A wrinkled hand still clutching a bloodstained broadsword." I couldnt do it. Of all the people dying, tommy hit the hardest, then niki.
i was listening to the song and i couldn't tell whether they were talking about phil or tommy and then i heard, "as the light fades from his eyes" and was like "ah. its tommy"
You were being all sad again,” Wilbur muttered, pulling his knees up to his chin. He looked up just as Tommy came toddling towards them, his arms a burst of color-yellow alstroemerias, white daisies, purple malvas, and freesias the color of Technoblade’s hair. “Oh, gods,” Technoblade groaned as Tommy dumped his collection before them proudly. Tommy grinned as he kneeled behind Technoblade. “Dad used to braid Mama’s hair all the time, before she got tired. He taught me how.”
He had a life before this. A mother, a father, a home. Sisters, and brothers. But what he had now was alright, too. He stood alone in front of his bedroom mirror, combing his hair back from his face to braid it for the day, tucking it behind an ear where a sapphire earring hung, catching the sunlight. He paused when he saw it, leaned in close just to make sure it wasn’t a trick of the light, or the lingering traces of a dream. He blinked, once, twice, his mortal heart catching in his throat. There, nestled among the pink strands, delicate as a bird’s wing, was a single gray hair. If he listened carefully, he could hear his brother coming down the hallway, looking for him, but this moment was his alone. Half-sobbing, half-laughing, he fell against his chair and closed his eyes against the sudden sting of tears. He could see, in his mind, a field of flowers under an open sky-a place made for waiting, where all the finished stories went, where he would go someday, too. A knock came at his door. Technoblade began to smile. -Passerine, chapter 7
After reading through all of these quotes (all of which made me cry in the actual fanfic, mind you), this is the one that did it. My eyes are watering again. Thanks a lot
Tubbo could almost see himself shaking the prince awake. And the prince would blink drowsiness from his eyes, ask Tubbo who he was, and Tubbo would say, “A friend,” and maybe in another life that wouldn’t be a lie.
The thing I spot in the picture: -Tommy’s favorite yellow rose -technos green earring thing (I think) -morning glory flowers from technos hair -lmao idk what else
@@annikaruelo1383 Since antiquity, emerald has been a symbol of spiritual awareness, protection, love, and wisdom. Ancient Romans and Greeks believed it to be the representative of the Goddess Venus. Hence, they perceived this gemstone as a conveyor of hope and love. - from google the necklace, if i remember well, was mentioned at some point on the first chapters and it's matching to techno's earring (i think it was an earring)
“The prince was dead. That was what they were saying. Killed in the final moments of the war-its last casualty. A month ago, Tubbo had watched the prince laugh on a balcony, his face lit from within. Now there was no light left anywhere.” the song was gorgeous
“You know, Your Highness,” the girl said at length, “you remind me of someone. He’s a soldier in this camp, and about your age, as well. He’s off somewhere training right now, but I have this feeling that if you’d only meet, you’d make good friends.” Tommy opened his mouth to reply, but found he could only nod in agreement. The girl gave him a small, sad smile, as if she could understand his silence even more than if he had spoken, and went back to her work. Tommy pried his feet from the ground and begun walking towards the heart of the camp, but the girl’s words followed close on his heels. That was the true tragedy, wasn’t it? More than the flowers that only bloomed for a day, the bitterest devastation was in the what-ifs. Tommy didn’t understand why, but he found himself lingering one scenario: a different life where he had met that person that he reminded the girl of, where neither of them were young soldiers. You’d make good friends, she’d said, but that wasn’t right. Tommy felt, inexplicably, down to his bones, that if he’d met that boy, they would be brothers. sorry i cried writing it too :']
This. Why is no one talking about this quote? I never see it brought up anywhere. It’s the saddest part of the story for sure; what ifs. What if Wilbur and Tommy’s Mother lived? What if Phil stayed? What if Tommy had met Tubbo, even if just a few moments before his demise? What if Wilbur had given out the okay to Techno? What ifs, empty promises and futures that will never be, imagined only by the hopeful, symbolized by a single tear shed by Tommy.
@@haru.4267 I know right? and its not only in the story- its such a complex fanfic that it has deep shit that applies also in the real world- like i am personally someone who overthinks a lot so those "what ifs" will never stop hunting me
"I don't want payback." Wilbur sighed as he leaned into Techno's embrace. He looked so small and breakable. A glass figurine of a boy. "I just want to go home. I want to bury my little brother." UGH IT GETS ME EVERYTIME IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY
“And did you ever think of us?” “Of course. Every second of every day.” “I never thought of you,” Wilbur said. “Or, at least tried not to. It was hard. I saw you everywhere. In the paintings, in the garden, down every hallway. In Tommy’s eyes. In Techno’s words.” He closed his scarred hand, so tightly that the wound opened once more, spilling blood onto the grass. “But what’s strange is that I never saw you in me.”
It was upsetting :( like seeing Wilbur forced to be a king at such a young age, forced to attend to such heavy duties of a king, tommy joining the war and passing away at the age of 15 in the war.
“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly. “Yes,” she whispered back, as if there was an invisible threat she was careful not to startle. “Just tired.” “Do you want me to carry you on my back?” “No.” She took a deep breath. “We always have to walking side by side. This is how it happened.” Confusion and panic warring inside him, Techno said, “How what happened?” She suddenly paused, pulling Techno to a stop with her. She had her eyes fixed straight, looking off towards a horizon Techno couldn’t see. There was only the dark, and the weight of her small hand slowly growing colder in his. “Techno,” she said slowly, quietly, too unlike the brilliant girl that spoke of souls and adventures and frogs in the rain just a few hours-days-years-eons ago. “Techno,” she repeated firmly, turning towards him with wide, fearful eyes. “Techno, what’s my name?” Techno opened his mouth to answer, but silence was his only reply. I don't know why... But Technoblade and his sister's relationship was just so adorable. I'm glad his family forgave him.
“Tommy?” Tommy had no idea who had said his name. It all sounded so very far away. “Don’t leave me,” Tommy begged. “Please. I’m so scared.” “We’re here, Tommy.” A kiss on his forehead. Someone holding his hand. Strong arms around him. Wilbur, humming his old lullaby. Warmth, even in the dark. “We’ll always be here.” -too late. “Thank you,” Tommy breathed. “Thank you. I…” He had so much left to say, so much left to offer. Love. Forgiveness. Cheer. But he would leave it there, until he woke up again. Tommy’s eyes drifted shut. His mother’s laughter had never sounded clearer.
Techno scoffed. “Immortal life. That should be an oxymoron.” He looked down at his hands, clenching and unclenching them in his lap. “There is not much living to be done when you’re immortal, Wilbur. I think there comes a point when every person-immortal or otherwise-finally does everything they were meant to do. Everything that comes after is just... additions. The only difference is that mortals get to… go. You get to finish your story. Close your book.” He took a deep, rattling breath. “I’ve always envied you for that.” “Are you done, then?” Wilbur asked, his expression caught between furious indignation and the fear of losing yet another brother. “Do you think you’ve done everything?” “My life was fulfilled the day I met you and Tommy,” Techno said. “Everything that came after was an epilogue I frankly didn’t deserve. After we get him back, someday-not someday soon, I hope, but someday, I want to get to follow you to wherever finished stories go.” -Chapter 6 of Passerine, Written by blujamas (thcscus)
!BIG SPOILER!”there was joy- “Dad!” Tommy shouted, spreading his arms wide as he ran, like a bird about to take flight. “Tommy.” Dad’s smile was still the same, after all these years. He opened his arms, welcoming Tommy into an embrace. “My boy. You’ve grown so much.” -and then there was pain, as the knife found its mark in the prince's heart.”
"When the blood god returned with his cheeks aglow and a pack full of fresh fish hunted from a king-sized hole in the ice, he found a father and a son speaking fondly of times long gone, their laughter soft and their faces bright. For once, there were more things to be said than not, and moments of silence were few and far in between. They ate and drank and toasted to murmured names of the dead and buried. They told stories, as people used to tell stories of an immortal hunter and a harbinger of death. They spoke of gardens and forests, apple orchards and a woman whose son inherited her hair and eyes and heart. But above all, they spoke of a thunderstorm bottled in a boy, the sun at the center of everything."
"You know children never really care about why their parents leave. They only care that they did. It's a blessing, I suppose, that I never truly was a child, even when I was young." -Wilbur Soot Chapter 5
He was the oldest he’d ever be, and yet he’d never know that, he would never fucking know that until he was stabbed in the heart with his older brother’s knife, and until he bled to death in the other brother’s arms
“‘I’m the god of freedom,” Philza said. “And I’m flying the fuck out of here.’ ‘Damn right you are.’ Tommy grinned, still flickering. Still all of him. ‘So, go.’ Philza spread his wings, aiming for the sky. He was the god of freedom, and he was flying the fuck out of here. But also, more than that, he was a father. So, despite the world waiting for him beyond the sapphire sky, he turned to look at his son one last time. His golden boy with the golden smile. And he hugged him. It was a simple thing, a quiet thing, that parents have been doing for their children since the very concept of parenthood was created. But still, to Phil, it felt like a revelation.
Starting the stream, With him and his team. Nothing is flawed, when it's blood for the blood god. When friends are SUS, you'll become one of us. Don't fall for a bribe, you must subscribe. No matter how the enemy tries, TechnoBlade never dies...RIP One year without u, king
"Once upon a time, Wilbur would have cowered at the echoing threats inside his head. But now he stared right back at the monster, and he refused to be the first to flinch." my favorite quote from it :)
“We’ll play for you,” Techno vowed. “When we get home, we’ll play for you as many times as you want, Tommy. I’ll let you beat me when we spar. I’ll let you braid my hair, or even cut it all off if you want to. Anything you want, just keep your eyes open.” I’m not crying, you’re crying.
"The heir of the Angel of Death's kingdom-- and all the heirs after him -- would not have gilded hair or eyes like a frozen tundra. They would have gentle hands and would forgive easily. They would be raised on honey and apple pies and stories about frogs in the rains, and the wheel would never break them. And on the night before an ancient crown will be placed upon their brow, those that came before them would press a gift into their hand, and it would be their inheritance. So when a winged man would appear from the north, days or years or eons from now, he would find a familiar stone around the neck of a child that he would recognize right away by the familiar shape of their smile, and he would know he was home." - Chapter 7, Passerine, by blujamas (thcscus)
I love reading the last part, about how they grow and Wilbur falls in love with Sally, and their children, and how they take care of the kingdom for years and years to come until Phil comes back home
This is a few hours after the Technoblade news. I don’t think I’ll ever truly be able to get through this song the same way. It was heart breaking before, but even more now. Rest In Peace technoblade. Legends never truly die.
"It was felt by an old neighbor looking after the shop of the kind girl who always had been so kind to him. A sign stood at the door. Closed indefinitely, it said, but the neighbor knew it would be closed forever. And still he’d come, day after day. His wife was gone and so was the kind girl. But the flowers, oh, they still needed watering." This was what made me cry
Tommy sniffled. “You said you’ll do… anything?” Realization dawned on Technoblade’s face. “Well, not anything, per se…” Tommy’s eyes began to water once more. “Okay, okay, okay.” Technoblade ran his hands across his face in frustration. “Fine. One thing, and you’ll shut up forever.” “I want to braid your hair,” Tommy said at once. Technoblade blinked. “What?” - “because it means friendship.”
“I know.” And this was just Tommy’s voice. Tommy, singular. This Philza’s Tommy. “I better not see you, Wil or Techno again for a long, long time,” he added, which Philza knew meant, I will love you. Without requisite or deadline, I will love you. Philza replied, “We aren’t in any hurry,” which meant, We love you, too.
I was constantly tearing up during Passerine but the part that broke me was: “It’s alright,” Techno whispered to the brother he knew was still somehow listening, somewhere. “I won’t hurt you again. It’s over.” His heart stuttered out its final pulses. “I’m never going to hurt anyone again.” Techno thought Wilbur’s hands must have trembled a bit, but it could have been his own vision failing, or a trick of the dying light. “It’s alright,” Techno repeated softly, believing it with everything he had left in him. “It is not your fault.”
“Tell me how the story ends,” Wilbur begged, even as he felt the last of his consciousness slowly fracture into nothingness. “Tell me you’ll still be here when I close the book.” “Wilbur, I-” Technoblade mumbled something too low to hear, and then he said, “Okay. I’ll be here.” Wilbur wanted to say more, or perhaps he didn’t. Outside, somewhere far away, bells began to toll, chiming his mother’s death ballad. Heralding his ascension. Tell the boys I’m sorry. His father's voice this time, as quiet as the rest. In between one breath and the next, Wilbur was king. In between one breath and the next, he was asleep.
I love the fact that everytime there is a passerine related video, everyone just collectively drop quotes and proceed to cry together. THIS IS AMAZING, IT SUITS SO WELL WITH THE FIC OMG
"In time, he would know the story of the Blue Valley and the story of his other uncle and the story of his grandparents, but until then, he would think all gods were kind and his father never cried. His uncle would carve his height into the marble column of the ivy-covered pavilion where he learned how to paint, and he would wonder why his father’s brother would turn away whenever he passed the almost-faded marks of the boy that had stood there before him."
since everyone is putting Passerine quotes, here is the one that made me break "Now Wilbur held his brother-a baby no longer, but still so, so small-to his chest as they walked through the quiet, empty camp. Wilbur spoke the words he'd first spoken to his brother all those years before, over and over, like an enchantment or prayer to bring him back to life once more. "I will love you forever, I will love you forever, I will love you forever..." But this time, Tommy didn't wake up. And Philza was still made of stone."
"This story has no end, the voices said, but they sounded distant, too. “Tell me how the story ends,” Wilbur begged, even as he felt the last of his consciousness slowly fracture into nothingness. “Tell me you’ll still be here when I close the book.” “Wilbur, I-” Technoblade mumbled something too low to hear, and then he said, “Okay. I’ll be here.” Wilbur wanted to say more, or perhaps he didn’t. Outside, somewhere far away, bells began to toll, chiming his mother’s death ballad. Heralding his ascension. Tell the boys I’m sorry. His father's voice this time, as quiet as the rest. In between one breath and the next, Wilbur was king. In between one breath and the next, he was asleep." THE NOSTALGIA-
i accidentally read violently as violin-ly for some reason and it made me stop crying for a few seconds before I remembered what video this was under also I was like 'how do you violin-ly sob??'
"War. Such a small word for such a big thing." "Death. Such a small word for such a big thing." "Fate. Such a small word for such a big thing." "God. Such a big word for such a small thing." "Putting a gentle hand on the top of Tommy's blonde head. The boy arched towards the touch like a sunflower reaching for the sun." "And then Philza did something Technoblade would never, in a hundred or a million years, had expected him to do. He kneeled." "The voices paused. Just for a moment. Just for a breath as they all considered the weight of Philza's. And, gods, that silence - however brief, however fleeting - was the sweetest thing Technoblade had ever heard." "Alright. You and me one more time." "I want to braid your hair." Tommy said at once." "I'm not done yet!" Tommy said, and produced one more flower - a single yellow rose. "This one's my favorite," he added as he gently tucked the flower behind Technoblade's ear, the one with the emerald earring that Wilbur had found so familiar, "because it means friendship." "Are we friends then?" Tommy stood and brushed grass from his pants. "Well obviously." "It was the last good day." "Techno," it said. "Tell the boys I'm sorry and tell Wilbur he will be a better king than I ever was." "Tell me how the story ends" Wilbur begged, even as he felt the last of his consciousness slowly fracture into nothingness. "Tell me you'll still be here when I close the book." "In between one breath and the next, Wilbur was king. In between one breath and the next, he was asleep." "At fifteen years old, Tommy was the oldest he'd ever been but he never felt so young." "Once upon a time, Tommy had existed in the same universe as his mother." "It seemed to Tommy that people were haunted by two types of ghosts: the ghosts of those who died, and those who left. It was just his luck that he had both." ""Tommy..." Wilbur whispered into Tommy's hair, "you were six." "At seventeen years old, Tubbo was the oldest he'd ever been, but he never felt so young." "If Tommy said they were going to win, then by the gods, neither of them would tell him otherwise, not when he looked the happiest he'd been in a month." "It's you and me," said Technoblade, putting one hand on top of Tommy's head, the other on Wilbur's shoulder. "One more time." "Tommy felt, inexplicably, down to his bones, that if he met that boy, they would be brothers." "Blow for blow, hit for hit. They could have gone on like that forever. A god of war and a god of blood. In another life, they might have been allies." "The rest of the had all been told two things: "When you hear the horn, run for your life." and, "Don't tell prince Tommy." "I'll see you all in Hell." She said bitterly and struck the flint into flame." "For my kingdom." She whispered to the empty cave, and let the fire fall." "Niki hoped, at the very least, that they would plant the prettiest flowers over her grave." I'm sorry
@@اكتشفمعشوشو it's about the fictional gods in the passerine universe, not the gods associated with religions!! please, don't make this reply section an argument!
“Dad!” Tommy shouted, spreading his arms wide as he ran, like a bird about to take flight. “Tommy.” Dad’s smile was still the same, after all these years. He opened his arms, welcoming Tommy into an embrace. “My boy. You’ve grown so much.”
“Because my spirit is too big for my own body,” she replied haughtily. “And I’m tired of some random man deciding my lives for me. He didn’t even ask if I wanted to be a human being. What if I wanted to be a frog in the rain, did he ever consider that? No. Instead, he made me small and stinky and boring.” She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “I want to be more than someone else’s backstory. I want to be the hero. I’m going to be the hero next time, just you watch.” It's my favourite. Am I the only one that love Techno's sister, even when she is just a supporting char?
dream and his friend's most famous fanfic: shipping techno and his friend's most famous fanfic: immortal royalty au with the best family dynamic and expansive world building that inspired the biggest artists in the fandom do create amazing fan creations
“We’ll play for you,” Techno vowed. “When we get home, we’ll play for you as many times as you want, Tommy. I’ll let you beat me when we spar. I’ll let you braid my hair, or even cut it all off if you want to. Anything you want, just keep your eyes open.” “Half-sobbing, half-laughing, he fell against his chair and closed his eyes against the sudden sting of tears. He could see, in his mind, a field of flowers under an open sky-a place made for waiting, where all the finished stories went, where he would go someday, too. A knock came at his door. Technoblade began to smile.” “What are you father?” “I’m the god of freedom and I’m flying the fuck out of here.” “And looking at Tommy’s peaceful face was what finally, finally made Technoblade-emperor of ice, blood god, destroyer of worlds-cry.” “My life was fulfilled when I met you and Tommy.” man these quotes still hurt and it’s been almost 2 months :/ sadge and pain ready to cry over this ig :,) good luck to those who knows exactly what happens
Some of my favorite quotes "Niki hoped, at the very least, that they would plant the prettiest flowers over her grave" "That was your bloody General," she snapped. So you can stop cowering in your corner now. The Blade has just joined the fight." "For my kingdom," she whispered to the empty cave, and let the fire fall. "And looking at Tommy's peaceful face was what finally, finally, made Technoblade emperor of ice, blood god, destroyer of worlds cry."
This. Mother’s soft smile. Tommy’s cheery laugh. Technoblade’s half-hearted protests. Father’s hand on his head. Everything. “Nothing,” Wilbur said. “Forget I said anything.” He smiled at his father, for once without reservation. He had never felt so light. He was almost a son again. “Would you like to watch Techno and I spar?” Father’s expression softened. “Of course. I would be delighted to.” It was the last good day.
" The heir of the Angel of Death's kingdom-and all the heirs after him-would not have gilded hair or eyes like a frozen tundra. They would have gentle hands and would forgive easily. They would be raised on honey and apple pies and stories about frogs in the rain, and the wheel would never break them. And on the night before an ancient crown would be placed upon their brow, those that came before them would press a gift into their hand, and it would be their inheritance. So when a winged man would appear from the north, days or years or eons from now, he would find a familiar stone around the neck of a child that he would recognize right away by the familiar shape of their smile, and he would know he was home. " 😭😭😭
"It was a sad song. It was a happy song. It was a song of a summer day from years ago, tucked between faded memories like a flower pressed between the pages of a heavy book, now dusted off and clean. It was a song of an artist mother and a warrior father, and sons that were both. It was a song about the grass beneath Wilbur’s feet and the sweet scent of flowers in his lungs. It was a song about war and ruin, and grief and loss, and the nightmares that still managed to take him by surprise even when he was awake, and living anyway. It was a song about love and all the ways to say it: sacrifice and a cup of hot tea waiting at his desk, chess during the lazy days and music during the hard ones, leaving and staying, remembering and forgetting. It was a song about family, born or made or found or rediscovered. It was Tommy’s grave at his back. Mother’s unfinished painting. Father’s necklace around his neck. And when the final note echoed off into silence, there was no standing ovation, no raucous applause. Just like the voices for the past two years, six months and three days, there was only silence. It was the most beautiful sound."
If you read Passerine again, you notice Technoblade hoping not being immortal. It's sad for Phil, but I am glad the story ends with still a little aspect of happiness. Also Wilbur married a 'Sally'
Now Wilbur held his brother-a baby no longer, but still so, so small-to his chest as they walked through the quiet, empty camp. Wilbur spoke the words he’d first spoken to his brother all those years before, over and over, like an enchantment or a prayer to bring him back to life once more. “I will love you forever, I will love you forever, I will love you forever.” But this time, Tommy did not wake up. I AM IN IMMENSE *PAIN* (Edit: I finally watched it after like a few hours and HOLY SHT THIS GAVE ME CHILLS WTF I LOVE THIS, I'M CRYING SO HARD BUT I LOVE THIS)
"It was a sadness too big for tears, a grief too infinite to measure." Line that I agree with holily throughout the whole 70K+ words, yet I cried 10 rivers (might as well be an ocean tbh). The story gave me so much sadness so I really do expect more rivers from hearing this song.
When I listen to this song, I can't help thinking of Technoblade, and how deep of a hole Alex's passing left us. I still grieve over him. I still cry when I listen to this song. But, I know that his legacy will live on. Technoblade never dies.
The Green God considered them with a tilt of his head, blonde curls falling over glassy green eyes. “They call me by many names. You know me as the Green God. Others brand me the god of chaos. The Progenitor. He Who Pulls. He Who Watches. All silly little names mortals gave to something beyond their understanding.” He placed the book he was reading on the ledge beside him and raised his arms over his head in a languid stretch. “But my friends called me Dream.”
dropping my favorite quote because nobody every talks about nikis flower shop and the sad old man “It was felt by an old neighbor looking after the shop of the kind girl who always had been so kind to him. A sign stood at the door. Closed indefinitely, it said, but the neighbor knew it would be closed forever. And still he’d come, day after day. His wife was gone and so was the kind girl. But the flowers, oh, they still needed watering.”
“So when a winged man would appear from the north, days or years or eons from now, he would find a familiar stone around the neck of a child that he would recognize right away by the familiar shape of their smile, and he would know he was home. “
“What does slaughtered mean?” Tommy asked. “I tickled them,” Technoblade said. “Oh.” “To death.” “ *Oh.* ” Honestly I love Passerine and I'm glad you made a song about it
“You know, for what it’s worth,” she said, turning just enough for Techno to see a faint smile on her face, “I think the Green God made the right call this time around, making you my older brother. You were pretty great at it.”
“Thank you” Tommy breathed “Thank you. I…” He had so much left to say, so much left to offer. Love. Forgiveness. Cheer. But he would leave it there, until he woke up again. Tommy’s eyes drifted shut. His mother’s laughter had never sounded clearer.
![Why - Derivakat [Dream SMP original song]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/-Fzy5yoFZSU/mqdefault.jpg)
![Why - Derivakat [Dream SMP original song]](/img/tr.png)
![CG5 - Injustice [Dream SMP original song]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/mdaM8BoQmPE/mqdefault.jpg)
Lyrics:
Place a golden flower
Glory in the summer
Memories in flashes
A heart of loss and light
Heed your kingdom’s calling
A brother’s cry befalling
A crown of grief rules nothing left but ashes
Lost within the night
I’ll see you soon my dear
Don’t you shed a single tear
Close your eyes my dear
You have nothing left to fear
Gods among the living
A son becomes forgiving
But happy ever after
Comes with a price to pay
Bid your last goodbyes
As the light fades from his eyes
An echoing of once familiar laughter
From a boy as bright as day
bestie i’m in shambles
*SOBS*
I legit started crying after listening to the song :,(
💗😭 So great! Thank you!
Everybody is crying, so here have a tissues
Can we take a moment to appreciate that this is a song, of a fanfiction, of a Minecraft storyline, created by a group of RUclipsrs, the levels of depths are crazy
And Derivakat only read Passerine because of sadst's animation.
Ikr! It's amazing
@@whymsie1973 You don’t really know that, a lot of people already read the fanfic :)
@@jhadfjkeffe agreed!!
@@jhadfjkeffe I believe Derivakat talked on twitter about how they were reading it because of sadist's animation.
“A fathers arms never forget the shape of a child”
I'VE SEEN IT SO MANY TIMES BUT IT STILL MANAGES TO MAKE ME CRY
*just imagine Ranboo voice lol*
Come oooon, come ooon. Hek, *cri*
Im cryin
Totally not my eyes tearing up
AHHHHHHHHHH *CRY*
So let me get this straight:
This is a fan song
Based on a fan fiction
Based on a head canon
Of four Minecraft youtubers
That’s insane
And these youtubers are from a server where they roleplay
The roleplay is inspired by Hamilton (sometimes also Greek Mythology…)
Hamilton is, well, "inspired" by Alexander Hamilton’s life
So the birth of Alexander Hamilton has led to this song being made
@@lauzil9534 i-
pretty amazing what people can do when they are passionate about something, innit?
I had the same thought, I guess we are both perceptive on the depth of this hole
It's kinda wild
@@lauzil9534 wha-
I HAVENT EVEN READ THE FIC AND I FEEL LIKE CRYING
same
as someone who has, p a i n. Fake smiling through it all
This is how I felt when I watched the animatics without reading it before.
Now that Ive read it, its even _more painful_
You guys should read it. I promise you, you WILL cry
read it if you wanna cry it hurt my heart so much-
“His mother’s laughter had never sounded clearer.”
NONONONONONONONONO
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa why u b****
whyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
edit: this is me angrily crying
No go awae >:,(
NONOOOOOONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONOOOOOOOOO
STOP NONONONONO
“And Tommy will never live past 15…”
“No, he won’t.”
And he didn’t
😭saaad
"In time, he would grow to be even taller than Philza was."
"If only he hadn't died before he could."
STOPP AAA 😭
I just, I WILL cry
“I’m not done yet!” Tommy said, and produced one more flower-a single yellow rose. “This one’s my favorite,” he added as he gently tucked the flower behind Technoblade’s ear, the one that had the emerald earring that Wilbur had found so familiar, “because it means friendship.”
alright you made me cry
@@lileia5995 g o o d
right in the heart =(
@@lily-yl7hm just like that dagger
@@midnightumbrmoon3644 AHHHHHHH WHYYYY
“Tubbo had seen as hundred corpses-they’d fallen against him during the battle, or he’d pulled them free from rock and dirt-but few had looked as peaceful as the prince in death. It was almost as if he was sleeping, his mortal wound hidden by his clothes and the red-and-blue coat tucked up to his chin. His head rested against soft hay a shade darker than his own golden hair. Tubbo could almost see himself shaking the prince awake. And the prince would blink drowsiness from his eyes, ask Tubbo who he was, and Tubbo would say, “A friend,” and maybe in another life that wouldn’t be a lie.”
everyone else was putting their favorite passerine quotes in the comments so here’s mine to fuel the fire that is our collective sadness over fictional men
THIS ONE ALWAYS GETS ME
STOP
I'M GONNA CRY 😭😭😭😭
i cant do this 👩🦯
NOOO😭😭😭😭
NOOOOOOO 😭
I wonder how the author of Passerine feels, knowing they've inspired two of the biggest Dream SMP fandom creators
The author of Passerine themself are one the biggest creators in the dsmp fandom technically
@@sjaiswal77 You are absolutely correct, my mistake
Blujamas is da queen of fanfic
they've inspired most of the community (that reads fanfics)
They have so.much power
Fav passerine scene:
Mother said with a small smile, but her eyes were sad. “Deep breaths now, Wil. Tell me what you know.”
“I was in a city in the north,” Wilbur said, his mouth tasting of ash and melting snow. “Outside a-a church. With broken windows.”
“Yes, you were.”
“I don’t play the violin.”
“No, you don’t.”
Wilbur glanced at his mother’s painting, the one with soft colors and old lines.
“And Tommy will never live past fifteen.”
“No,” Mother replied, regret and sorrow-two of Wilbur’s own restless shadows-gleaming in her eyes, “he won’t.”
“And you’re dead, too,” Wilbur continued, freefalling into the abyss, “aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am.”
Mm pain
@@justasadenbylookingatmemes4623 ah yes
Please that’s my favorite part too but it makes me cry every time I read it
@@fallchemicalroyale6152 my favorite is when techno was trying to reassure Tommy that he would live and what they were going to do when he gets better. That part was so heart wrenching and that made me cry even more
when I read the line that he would never live past 15, I immediately wrote down a small snippet of a scenario where he did, it was very sad and poggy
_"War. Such a small word for such a big thing."_
_"Death. Such a small word for such a big thing."_
Fate. Such a small word for such a big thing
God, such a big word for such a small thing
Food. Such a small word for such a delicious thing
My godness so many words for too many things!
:(
“What does saccharine mean?”
“It means you need to brush up on your vocabulary.”
"What does slaughtered mean?"
"I tickled them"
"oh"
"To death"
"OH"
Me: ._. ok
@@yanlina.l.6013 please keep the grim jokes until after Wilbur has gone to bed.
@@Lottchen621 Wilbur had hit Technoblade on the shoulder, but he was laughing, too.
@@Lottchen621 Tommy but ight
“It’s pretty tragic, isn’t it?”
The question stopped Tommy dead in his tracks. He turned towards the person who’d asked, and found himself in front of a girl seated by a grindstone, slowly sharpening a small blade. “Pardon?”
The girl smiled as she nodded towards the flowers in his hands. “Morning glories. They wilt the same day that they bloom, lasting only until the sun sets.” She paused. “Maybe less, now that you’ve picked them.”
Ah the foreshadowing…😭😭
The moment before the incident, such tragedy.
AAAAAA
HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THE FORESHADOWING AAA
Damn
Derivakat: "Don't you shed a single tear"
Me: FRICKIN BAWLS
How can you not?! 😭
Bruh when I saw this comment that was the part that came up lol 😥
I cried the first time reading it, the 2nd 3rd, and now I’m learning to cry internally.
@@taxentale9973 immunity
@@blue_aspen Even the strong still feel pain.
“That is what it feels,” someone gasped, “to lose everything.”
literally me when I read that part: FORK YOU FORK YOU FORK YOU FORK YOU FORK YOU!!AFVHKA CAKHVFYGACHBIVFKJLA
It hurts even more that I couldn't help but sympathise with the War God
why snapmap
w h y
FORK U FORK U FORK U FORK UUUUUUU
@@me-oo1fr mhm. agreed, w h y .
“Wilbur.” Tommy turned to his brother. “You know I love you, right?”
The king gave him a sharp look. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Tommy swallowed thickly, trying - and failing - to keep the tears in. “I - I love you. I don’t think I ever said it, but it’s true. I figured, if it’s my last chance-“
“This is not your last chance,” Wilbur snapped, his eyes darkening. He whirled around, facing Technoblade, who stood between them and the mysterious soldier. “Techno!”
“We’ll play for you,” Techno vowed. “When we get home, we’ll play for you as many times as you want, Tommy. I’ll let you beat me when we spar. I’ll let you braid my hair, or even cut it all off if you want to. Anything you want, just keep your eyes open.”
A shadow fell over them, in the shape of wings that Tommy had only seen once before, when he had flown out of Tommy’s bedroom window and out of their lives forever. Or, not forever. Tommy tried to raise his head, to see his father’s face, but the pain was too much.
“Dad,” Tommy whispered. He still wanted to do so much. He still wanted to scream at Wilbur and then embrace him. He still wanted to find flowers for Techno’s hair. He still wanted to go home, to the kingdom that they had protected. He still wanted to hug his dad.
But a darkness was quickly gathering.
“Tommy?” Tommy had no idea who had said his name. It all sounded so very far away.
“Don’t leave me,” Tommy begged. “Please. I’m so scared.”
“We’re here, Tommy.” A kiss on his forehead. Someone holding his hand. Strong arms around him. Wilbur, humming his old lullaby. Warmth, even in the dark. “We’ll always be here.”
-too late.
“Thank you,” Tommy breathed. “Thank you. I…” He had so much left to say, so much left to offer. Love. Forgiveness. Cheer. But he would leave it there, until he woke up again.
Tommy’s eyes drifted shut.
His mother’s laughter had never sounded clearer.
And the baby began to cry.
Wilbur pulled back, astonished, his face drawn in awe. “What is it?” he asked frantically. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” Phil sobbed, falling to his knees before the three of them-his lovely, laughing wife, his kind, bewildered Wilbur, and his loud, shrieking Tommy. “You did everything right, my boy. You’re perfect.”
Now Wilbur held his brother-a baby no longer, but still so, so small-to his chest as they walked through the quiet, empty camp. Wilbur spoke the words he’d first spoken to his brother all those years before, over and over, like an enchantment or a prayer to bring him back to life once more.
“I will love you forever, I will love you forever, I will love you forever.”
But this time, Tommy did not wake up.
And Philza was still made of stone.
Sorry
I’m not sorry
I didn't expect to sob so much more then I just did
i've read this book around 3 times now and that part still makes me sob ;-;
also srry if theres something wrong english is not my first language hfdhsfj
@@_The_Vault imma need a minute
*sobbs in a corner*
Ah no what have you done? Where are these wet things on my face coming from?
I hate you. (/lh) I knew which part this was immediately but I couldn’t stop. Now i’m sobbing again
"Are we friends then?"
"Well, obviously!"
this hurts so friken bad and the fact this is about MINECRAFT MEN DAMMIT AHHHHHHHH
TOMMY NOOOOOOO
THIS ONES GONNA HURT ISNT IT
TOMMY NOOOOOO- :'D
NOOO
NOOOOOOOO
"Tubbo could almost see himself shaking the prince awake. And the prince would blink drowsiness from his eyes, ask Tubbo who he was, and Tubbo would say, “A friend,” and maybe in another life that wouldn’t be a lie"
😭😭😭Its so sadddddd
STOP-
that fact that they never even met eachother
WHYYY :(
Favorite passarine quotes:
“Tommy was spotless. Tommy was dead.”
“Technoblade never dies, they whispered around campfires and funeral pyres. He prayed that wasn’t true.”
“You’d make good friends, she’d said, but that wasn’t right. Tommy felt, inexplicably, down to his bones, that if he’d met that boy, they would be brothers.”
“I will love you. Without requisite or deadline, I will love you.”
“War. Such a small word for such a big thing.”
“Death. Such a small word for such a big thing.”
“Fate. Such a small word for such a big thing.”
“God. Such a big word for such a small thing.”
“There was pain. So much pain. He thought he’d already felt pain, but what did he truly know? He was only fifteen.”
“Tubbo could almost see himself shaking the prince awake. And the prince would blink drowsiness from his eyes, ask Tubbo who he was, and Tubbo would say, “A friend,” and maybe in another life that wouldn’t be a lie.”
“Niki hoped, at the very least, that they would plant the prettiest flowers over her grave.”
“At fifteen years old, Tommy was the oldest he’d ever been, but he never felt so young.”
“A boy-king first, and then just a king, and now a brother far from home. Who would he be the day he died?”
“And through a blur of tears, Tubbo saw what the general had left behind, tucked gently behind the prince’s ear, like a final offering: a single yellow rose.”
“And looking at Tommy’s peaceful face was what finally, finally, made Technoblade-emperor of ice, blood god, destroyer of worlds-cry.”
“Wilbur.” Tommy had reached out to clutch at his brother’s shirt. “Wilby, please, don’t hurt me.”
There was a loaded pause. “You did?” Tommy didn’t know if Techno sounded more impressed or indignant. “When?”
“This afternoon, after my little brother looked me in the eyes and I realized just how much I have to lose.”
“Little killer king, you’ve finally grown into your role.”
“The girl smiled as she nodded towards the flowers in his hands. “Morning glories. They wilt the same day that they bloom, lasting only until the sun sets.” She paused. “Maybe less, now that you’ve picked them.”
“Tommy really did get a lot taller. In time, he would grow to be even taller than Philza was.
If only he hadn’t died before he could.”
"After all, someone said, domestic dogs, still fucking bite."
As a religous person this hurts- god not a small thing >:0
@@اكتشفمعشوشو bro don't get butt hurt over it
@@اكتشفمعشوشو
I am as well a religious person but just understand that this is a story and there are different or twisted meanings.
.So don't take this too seriously
God ur making me cry again
"See you all in hell," Niki said bitterly, and struck the flint into a flame.
This probably isn't my all-time favorite quote, since there are so many good ones, but I still love it and it's badass af
At the summit of the opposite mountain, in a cave almost identical, the Captain did the same.
“For my kingdom,” she whispered to the empty cave, and let the fire fall.
Niki hoped, at the very least, that they would plant the prettiest flowers over her grave.
@@solareclipse3020 i like thinking that the captain is captain puffy because they are never named
@@gaminglikeboy9883
Yeah, the similarities between Captain and Captain Puffy’s personality makes me think that it would most like be Captain Puffy as well.
Ok i havent read passerain yet but omg that sounds so badass and idk if i can root for her tho
@@amandamukeba2700 you can. My favorite thing about Passerine is that no one is really good and no one is really bad (aside from maybe Tommy and Dream, but that's debatable too). They're all gray. They've all done terrible things but all have reasons for it. They've all suffered. What Niki did wasn't great, but it was at the order of her king and at her own expense. She was happy to do it, but there were reasons for that. It's really fascinating. I wish all books were like that.
“And looking at Tommy’s peaceful face was what finally, finally, made Technoblade-emperor of ice, blood god, destroyer of worlds-cry.”
PAIN
spain without the s
pain.
STOP IT
@@rainbownote6881
No
JUIRKEUWJSJEIWI
“I’m the god of freedom,” Philza said. “And I’m flying the fuck out of here.”
He is the god of freedom, and he is flying the fuck out of there
PFft XD
A+ Parenting.
“I do hope, my boy,” she continued, her voice as tranquil as a still lake, “that you will find the people you can trust more than your own name. You deserve that, and more, for all you have done for my family.”
I missed my shot to get a cool quote in when SAD-ist made her animatic, so here I am with my favorite quote that nobody seems to ever talk about
Ikr, it's amazing but also really sad that
Spoiler:
WHY DID SHE HAVE TO DIE MY HEART BROKE
I agree this is a really good quote :,)
@@daarzitwatin2767 *agressive sobbing*
My favorite quote was “I wish I could hear it again” when Tommy uhm did that thing he did 😭
To people who haven’t read passerine don’t judge these lines but :
“Is this yours?” Phil asked bitterly, running his hand over the knife’s carved handle.
“You should know,” Techno said. “You gave it to me.”
NO NO NO
no stop
NOOO
:(((
ouh that hit directly to my heart.
Tubbo’s cheeks felt warm. He knew he must be crying. He knew he must be sad. But for whom? Who was he even mourning? His kingdom’s prince, yes, but the harsher truth, a stranger. A stranger whose laughter still faintly echoed in Tubbo’s head like a half-remembered song from a distant childhood. A stranger who’d gambled his life for his kingdom and lost it a heartbeat away from victory-if this bitter thing could even be called that. A stranger that felt like no stranger at all. But a stranger nonetheless, Tubbo reminded himself.
And through a blur of tears, Tubbo saw what the general had left behind, tucked gently behind the prince’s ear, like a final offering: a single yellow rose.
Ok so, im just reading quotes from the book in the comments and its not helping this fic is gonna make me feel so bad omg-
It just sucks. It hurt me when Niki said that Tubbo reminds her a lot about Tommy, and that if they MET they could became great friends. But we all know what happened. Tommy died… but they could be friends in another life, perhaps.
I'm thinking dream makes different universe where different things happen but follow the same plot, kinda.
Like how the dream smp character relation ships and actions are mentioned.
Phil says he would have pressed the button for will, but will blew a horn, then phils like oh yeah you did.
In the dream smp universe dream must be trying a different story than all the other ones he's made.
whenever a yellow rose is mentioned- even in normal conversations I almost start crying or if I'm alone just start crying
“Are your wings not a reminder? You are passerine and bird of prey, both.”
since this comment section is already entirely passerine quotes, let me share my favorite excerpt:
“I was content, for a while, to watch the kingdom grow. But these mortals and their short, fitful lives… they draw you in, Technoblade. I used to think they were moths drawn to flame, doomed to catch fire for the most inconsequential things. We’ve seen their wars, you and I. We’ve fought them. We both know the things they do to each other.” Philza took hold of the balcony railings as if it was the only thing keeping him from floating away. “But over the years I’ve also learned of the things they do for each other. Their lives will always be one year, one week, one day short, but it doesn’t seem to matter much to them. They live anyway. They love anyway. Forgive an old god for wanting a piece of that for himself.”
Thank you so much for keeping me from crying at the other depressing, sad quotes
yessss! i was just looking for this one. this is also my favorite…
IM GONNA CRY STOP
@Audrey Abbott link in the description :)
@Audrey Abbott so there is like already aus of that story?
"What Does Slaughtered mean?"
"I tickled them."
"Oh."
"To death."
"OH."
This line made me laugh so much
one of my favs seriously
my favorite line lol
BEST QUOTE IN THE ENTIRE STORY
I DONT CARE WHAT ANYONE SAYS ABOUT ALL THE AOTHER SAD THINGS
Yes this line was hilarious
“At fifteen years old, Tommy was the oldest he’s ever been, but he never felt so young”
Another quote that hurt
“And then there was pain, as the knife found its mark in the prince's heart”
I won’t lie, this made me teary-eyed and now I wanna go reread passerine again but I know it’s gonna cause a heartache again
:(
This fanfic + animatics broke me and now this song has-
Amazing work :D
"At fifteen years old, Tommy was the oldest he would ever be, but he never felt so young"
Fuck the story it made me cry to much and I read flowers from 1970 before and didn’t even cry this much
I'm interested in reading passerine, where can I read it?
@@mysticrose4905 you can read it on Ao3. I think it’s in the description. Or if you have Wattpad you can read it there. If you don’t want to read it then listen to it on RUclips
Every chapter I cried no joke. and when Tommy died I could not even deal man I was traumatized. Blue did a really good job
“I’ll see you all in hell,” she said bitterly, and struck the flint into flame.
NIKI’S PASSERINE CHARACTER IS JUST WOW
My soul paused when I realized it was Niki
@@emilyrm1287 YEAH IKR
yeah.. I cried when they said they found a strand of pink hair
Niki hoped, at the very least, that they would plant the prettiest flower over her grave ;-;
@@Its_M1zn PLEASE- I WANTED TO TYPE THAT BUT I DIDNT-
*“Immortal life. That should be an oxymoron.”*
- thcscus(kyle), passerine
*“At fifteen years old, Tommy was the oldest he’d ever been, but he never felt so young.”*
*“In the end, Tubbo was not a hero. But he raised his dagger either way.”*
*“But Philza was made of stone.
And the world ended in silence.”*
*“The wheel was broken at their feet.
They were free. They were free. They were free.”*
STOP😭
Bruh theses comments are already making me cry, so here’s a funny/part:
“What does slaughter mean?” Tommy asked.
“I tickled them,” Technoblade said.
“Oh.”
“To death.”
“ *Oh* .”
AHIFHAIHGUHHAHAHAUH
Thank you. I needed this more than I can even comprehend 🥲
XD
Tickled*
I live for young Tommy
My fav passeine quote that will never fail to make me sob is:
"A single strand of hibiscus-pink hair. A wrinkled hand still clutching a bloodstained broadsword."
I couldnt do it. Of all the people dying, tommy hit the hardest, then niki.
which chapter was this i think i missed it
@@cheerio3442 im not sure the chapter but it was in the part where the royal army went around collecting the bodies of those they lost ;-; *sob*
I actually think the War God's backstory was the second most heartbreaking for me
@@cheerio3442 five. Tubbo checking for bodies.
“As the light fades from his eyes” THATS THE ONE THAT GOT ME GOD DAMMIT
Me really come back to listen to the song again and cry over the comments and as i started crying over this that part of the song started playing l:V
i was listening to the song and i couldn't tell whether they were talking about phil or tommy and then i heard, "as the light fades from his eyes" and was like "ah. its tommy"
You were being all sad again,” Wilbur muttered, pulling his knees up to his chin. He looked up just as Tommy came toddling towards them, his arms a burst of color-yellow alstroemerias, white daisies, purple malvas, and freesias the color of Technoblade’s hair.
“Oh, gods,” Technoblade groaned as Tommy dumped his collection before them proudly.
Tommy grinned as he kneeled behind Technoblade. “Dad used to braid Mama’s hair all the time, before she got tired. He taught me how.”
Wait is this to do with lore couldsomeoneexplainpleaseimsobehind 😔
@@aquasiox it’s a quote from the fanfic passerine when Tommy braids technos hair
'yellow roses mean friendship' :_(
@@aquasiox absolutely nothing
this is a fan song about a fanfic of a headcannon
@@vanillarosekitchen
aAA ty I read it and I went through _emotions_
He had a life before this. A mother, a father, a home. Sisters, and brothers. But what he had now was alright, too.
He stood alone in front of his bedroom mirror, combing his hair back from his face to braid it for the day, tucking it behind an ear where a sapphire earring hung, catching the sunlight. He paused when he saw it, leaned in close just to make sure it wasn’t a trick of the light, or the lingering traces of a dream. He blinked, once, twice, his mortal heart catching in his throat. There, nestled among the pink strands, delicate as a bird’s wing, was a single gray hair. If he listened carefully, he could hear his brother coming down the hallway, looking for him, but this moment was his alone.
Half-sobbing, half-laughing, he fell against his chair and closed his eyes against the sudden sting of tears. He could see, in his mind, a field of flowers under an open sky-a place made for waiting, where all the finished stories went, where he would go someday, too.
A knock came at his door.
Technoblade began to smile.
-Passerine, chapter 7
This part really made me cry
I cant do this today besti
@@rajalaireya1748 same ✋
That part made me cry after holding my tears through the entire story :D
After reading through all of these quotes (all of which made me cry in the actual fanfic, mind you), this is the one that did it. My eyes are watering again. Thanks a lot
Tubbo could almost see himself shaking the prince awake.
And the prince would blink drowsiness from his eyes, ask Tubbo who he was, and Tubbo would say, “A friend,” and maybe in another life that wouldn’t be a lie.
The thing I spot in the picture:
-Tommy’s favorite yellow rose
-technos green earring thing (I think)
-morning glory flowers from technos hair
-lmao idk what else
I think that's the necklace, not the earring lol
yea Phil's necklace
That is Phil's necklace, but the necklaces are emeralds, for a reason I still dont quite grasp
Btw I didn’t finish the fanfic fully so I just don’t remember there being a necklace. I stopped like after Tommy died (spoiler lol)
@@annikaruelo1383 Since antiquity, emerald has been a symbol of spiritual awareness, protection, love, and wisdom. Ancient Romans and Greeks believed it to be the representative of the Goddess Venus. Hence, they perceived this gemstone as a conveyor of hope and love. - from google
the necklace, if i remember well, was mentioned at some point on the first chapters and it's matching to techno's earring (i think it was an earring)
While everyone is quoting passerine I'll just be on the side crying don't mind me :V /j (c'mere come cry with me in the corner-)
Same
Sammeeeee ::(((
can i join T-T
Same
😢
she really mean it when see said she dont want to suffer alone
“The prince was dead. That was what they were saying. Killed in the final moments of the war-its last casualty. A month ago, Tubbo had watched the prince laugh on a balcony, his face lit from within. Now there was no light left anywhere.”
the song was gorgeous
“You know, Your Highness,” the girl said at length, “you remind me of someone. He’s a soldier in this camp, and about your age, as well. He’s off somewhere training right now, but I have this feeling that if you’d only meet, you’d make good friends.”
Tommy opened his mouth to reply, but found he could only nod in agreement. The girl gave him a small, sad smile, as if she could understand his silence even more than if he had spoken, and went back to her work. Tommy pried his feet from the ground and begun walking towards the heart of the camp, but the girl’s words followed close on his heels. That was the true tragedy, wasn’t it? More than the flowers that only bloomed for a day, the bitterest devastation was in the what-ifs. Tommy didn’t understand why, but he found himself lingering one scenario: a different life where he had met that person that he reminded the girl of, where neither of them were young soldiers. You’d make good friends, she’d said, but that wasn’t right. Tommy felt, inexplicably, down to his bones, that if he’d met that boy, they would be brothers.
sorry i cried writing it too :']
This. Why is no one talking about this quote? I never see it brought up anywhere. It’s the saddest part of the story for sure; what ifs. What if Wilbur and Tommy’s Mother lived? What if Phil stayed? What if Tommy had met Tubbo, even if just a few moments before his demise? What if Wilbur had given out the okay to Techno?
What ifs, empty promises and futures that will never be, imagined only by the hopeful, symbolized by a single tear shed by Tommy.
@@haru.4267 I know right? and its not only in the story- its such a complex fanfic that it has deep shit that applies also in the real world- like i am personally someone who overthinks a lot so those "what ifs" will never stop hunting me
the worst part is that Tommy never asked her the boy's name.
At this point I was hoping so hard for them to meet
@@haru.4267 EXACTLY
"I don't want payback." Wilbur sighed as he leaned into Techno's embrace. He looked so small and breakable. A glass figurine of a boy. "I just want to go home. I want to bury my little brother."
UGH IT GETS ME EVERYTIME IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY
Ik it's my favorite qoute right next to
"I dont play the violin"
"No you dont"
"And tommy will never live past 15"
"No...he won't "
“And did you ever think of us?”
“Of course. Every second of every day.”
“I never thought of you,” Wilbur said. “Or, at least tried not to. It was hard. I saw you everywhere. In the paintings, in the garden, down every hallway. In Tommy’s eyes. In Techno’s words.” He closed his scarred hand, so tightly that the wound opened once more, spilling blood onto the grass. “But what’s strange is that I never saw you in me.”
It was upsetting :( like seeing Wilbur forced to be a king at such a young age, forced to attend to such heavy duties of a king, tommy joining the war and passing away at the age of 15 in the war.
“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly.
“Yes,” she whispered back, as if there was an invisible threat she was careful not to startle. “Just tired.”
“Do you want me to carry you on my back?”
“No.” She took a deep breath. “We always have to walking side by side. This is how it happened.”
Confusion and panic warring inside him, Techno said, “How what happened?”
She suddenly paused, pulling Techno to a stop with her. She had her eyes fixed straight, looking off towards a horizon Techno couldn’t see. There was only the dark, and the weight of her small hand slowly growing colder in his.
“Techno,” she said slowly, quietly, too unlike the brilliant girl that spoke of souls and adventures and frogs in the rain just a few hours-days-years-eons ago. “Techno,” she repeated firmly, turning towards him with wide, fearful eyes. “Techno, what’s my name?”
Techno opened his mouth to answer, but silence was his only reply.
I don't know why... But Technoblade and his sister's relationship was just so adorable. I'm glad his family forgave him.
Her soul was too big for her body...
I FELT LIKE CRYING!!! THEIR INTERACTIONS WERE THE BEST
What
@@Hopeless_Melody89 read passerine
In the middle of thay
I'M CRYING
“Tommy?” Tommy had no idea who had said his name. It all sounded so very far away.
“Don’t leave me,” Tommy begged. “Please. I’m so scared.”
“We’re here, Tommy.” A kiss on his forehead. Someone holding his hand. Strong arms around him. Wilbur, humming his old lullaby. Warmth, even in the dark. “We’ll always be here.”
-too late.
“Thank you,” Tommy breathed. “Thank you. I…” He had so much left to say, so much left to offer. Love. Forgiveness. Cheer. But he would leave it there, until he woke up again.
Tommy’s eyes drifted shut.
His mother’s laughter had never sounded clearer.
WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY DID YOU HAVE TO MAKE ME CRY
STAHP IM ALREADY SAD ENOUGH
*sobs*
*S O B S*
Techno scoffed. “Immortal life. That should be an oxymoron.” He looked down at his hands, clenching and unclenching them in his lap. “There is not much living to be done when you’re immortal, Wilbur. I think there comes a point when every person-immortal or otherwise-finally does everything they were meant to do. Everything that comes after is just... additions. The only difference is that mortals get to… go. You get to finish your story. Close your book.” He took a deep, rattling breath. “I’ve always envied you for that.”
“Are you done, then?” Wilbur asked, his expression caught between furious indignation and the fear of losing yet another brother. “Do you think you’ve done everything?”
“My life was fulfilled the day I met you and Tommy,” Techno said. “Everything that came after was an epilogue I frankly didn’t deserve. After we get him back, someday-not someday soon, I hope, but someday, I want to get to follow you to wherever finished stories go.”
-Chapter 6 of Passerine, Written by blujamas (thcscus)
Great because I just got to Chapter 6 XD
I like what you wrote too is great. ^^
pain
this is so good🥺
@@merlinian209 the whole fan fic is amazing 🥺
@@rajalaireya1748 omg i’ve heard sm good stuff about it i need to read the whole fic already🥺🥺
!BIG SPOILER!”there was joy-
“Dad!” Tommy shouted, spreading his arms wide as he ran, like a bird about to take flight.
“Tommy.” Dad’s smile was still the same, after all these years. He opened his arms, welcoming Tommy into an embrace. “My boy. You’ve grown so much.”
-and then there was pain, as the knife found its mark in the prince's heart.”
why do you have to do this to us...
Why that scene? T^T
why that scene- why you gotta do this to me- i was slowly recovering from that-🥲
*Mmm just had to post the part of the fanfic that makes everyone die inside and cry outside*
OUCH
"When the blood god returned with his cheeks aglow and a pack full of fresh fish hunted from a king-sized hole in the ice, he found a father and a son speaking fondly of times long gone, their laughter soft and their faces bright. For once, there were more things to be said than not, and moments of silence were few and far in between. They ate and drank and toasted to murmured names of the dead and buried. They told stories, as people used to tell stories of an immortal hunter and a harbinger of death. They spoke of gardens and forests, apple orchards and a woman whose son inherited her hair and eyes and heart. But above all, they spoke of a thunderstorm bottled in a boy, the sun at the center of everything."
Stop trying to make me cry
@@milowatchingyoutube it's been a year but I just want to say. They're not trying if it's working T^T
@@ryancrucena755 ITS BEEN A YEAR????!!!! Oh gods
"You know children never really care about why their parents leave. They only care that they did. It's a blessing, I suppose, that I never truly was a child, even when I was young." -Wilbur Soot Chapter 5
At fifteen years old, Tommy was the oldest he’d ever been, but he never felt so young.
He was the oldest he’d ever be, and yet he’d never know that, he would never fucking know that until he was stabbed in the heart with his older brother’s knife, and until he bled to death in the other brother’s arms
“‘I’m the god of freedom,” Philza said. “And I’m flying the fuck out of here.’
‘Damn right you are.’ Tommy grinned, still flickering. Still all of him. ‘So, go.’
Philza spread his wings, aiming for the sky.
He was the god of freedom, and he was flying the fuck out of here.
But also, more than that, he was a father.
So, despite the world waiting for him beyond the sapphire sky, he turned to look at his son one last time. His golden boy with the golden smile. And he hugged him. It was a simple thing, a quiet thing, that parents have been doing for their children since the very concept of parenthood was created. But still, to Phil, it felt like a revelation.
AAAAAH THIS QUOTE IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES I CANT TAKE IT 😭
A fitting song to mourn the loss of our king.
O7 technoblade, may you live forever in legend.
o7
I couldn’t agree more with this statement I’m literally sobining thinking of techno add how this song fits
o7
Starting the stream, With him and his team. Nothing is flawed, when it's blood for the blood god. When friends are SUS, you'll become one of us. Don't fall for a bribe, you must subscribe. No matter how the enemy tries, TechnoBlade never dies...RIP
One year without u, king
"Once upon a time, Wilbur would have cowered at the echoing threats inside his head. But now he stared right back at the monster, and he refused to be the first to flinch."
my favorite quote from it :)
"When you can't fly, you learn how to jump as high as you can."
“Does hell offer a hot meal and a warm bed?” asked Techno. “If so, please, send me there. I deserve it.”
-Passerine, chapter 7
“We’ll play for you,” Techno vowed. “When we get home, we’ll play for you as many times as you want, Tommy. I’ll let you beat me when we spar. I’ll let you braid my hair, or even cut it all off if you want to. Anything you want, just keep your eyes open.”
I’m not crying, you’re crying.
My eyes are sweating, i am not crying.
Nnnoooo-
@@lixximc5195 PLEASE FJJFKGOG
@@lixximc5195 HAIR FOR THE BALD GOD
@@lixximc5195 PLOT TWIST GONE WRONG-
"The heir of the Angel of Death's kingdom-- and all the heirs after him -- would not have gilded hair or eyes like a frozen tundra. They would have gentle hands and would forgive easily. They would be raised on honey and apple pies and stories about frogs in the rains, and the wheel would never break them. And on the night before an ancient crown will be placed upon their brow, those that came before them would press a gift into their hand, and it would be their inheritance.
So when a winged man would appear from the north, days or years or eons from now, he would find a familiar stone around the neck of a child that he would recognize right away by the familiar shape of their smile, and he would know he was home."
- Chapter 7, Passerine, by blujamas (thcscus)
please....
my heart..!
😭
No I can’t today not today man
ngl, hands down one of my favourite passages in the fic. also 😥 now im sad
Pain
I love reading the last part, about how they grow and Wilbur falls in love with Sally, and their children, and how they take care of the kingdom for years and years to come until Phil comes back home
This is a few hours after the Technoblade news. I don’t think I’ll ever truly be able to get through this song the same way. It was heart breaking before, but even more now. Rest In Peace technoblade. Legends never truly die.
"It was felt by an old neighbor looking after the shop of the kind girl who always had been so kind to him.
A sign stood at the door. Closed indefinitely, it said, but the neighbor knew it would be closed forever.
And still he’d come, day after day. His wife was gone and so was the kind girl.
But the flowers, oh, they still needed watering."
This was what made me cry
Tommy sniffled. “You said you’ll do… anything?”
Realization dawned on Technoblade’s face. “Well, not anything, per se…”
Tommy’s eyes began to water once more.
“Okay, okay, okay.” Technoblade ran his hands across his face in frustration. “Fine. One thing, and you’ll shut up forever.”
“I want to braid your hair,” Tommy said at once.
Technoblade blinked. “What?”
-
“because it means friendship.”
NOW THIS IS- asdfghjklkjhgfd TvT
“I know.” And this was just Tommy’s voice. Tommy, singular. This Philza’s Tommy. “I better not see you, Wil or Techno again for a long, long time,” he added, which Philza knew meant, I will love you. Without requisite or deadline, I will love you.
Philza replied, “We aren’t in any hurry,” which meant, We love you, too.
I came back to this song just after Techno passed due to cancer.
May he fly high until he finds peace.
I was constantly tearing up during Passerine but the part that broke me was:
“It’s alright,” Techno whispered to the brother he knew was still somehow listening, somewhere. “I won’t hurt you again. It’s over.” His heart stuttered out its final pulses. “I’m never going to hurt anyone again.”
Techno thought Wilbur’s hands must have trembled a bit, but it could have been his own vision failing, or a trick of the dying light.
“It’s alright,” Techno repeated softly, believing it with everything he had left in him. “It is not your fault.”
“Tell me how the story ends,” Wilbur begged, even as he felt the last of his consciousness slowly fracture into nothingness. “Tell me you’ll still be here when I close the book.”
“Wilbur, I-” Technoblade mumbled something too low to hear, and then he said, “Okay. I’ll be here.”
Wilbur wanted to say more, or perhaps he didn’t.
Outside, somewhere far away, bells began to toll, chiming his mother’s death ballad. Heralding his ascension.
Tell the boys I’m sorry. His father's voice this time, as quiet as the rest.
In between one breath and the next, Wilbur was king. In between one breath and the next, he was asleep.
"We're friends?"
"Obviously."
I love the fact that everytime there is a passerine related video, everyone just collectively drop quotes and proceed to cry together.
THIS IS AMAZING, IT SUITS SO WELL WITH THE FIC OMG
IT'S TRUE THO!! *cries*
Tissue cart! tissue cart everyone!
"In time, he would know the story of the Blue Valley and the story of his other uncle and the story of his grandparents, but until then, he would think all gods were kind and his father never cried. His uncle would carve his height into the marble column of the ivy-covered pavilion where he learned how to paint, and he would wonder why his father’s brother would turn away whenever he passed the almost-faded marks of the boy that had stood there before him."
since everyone is putting Passerine quotes, here is the one that made me break
"Now Wilbur held his brother-a baby no longer, but still so, so small-to his chest as they walked through the quiet, empty camp. Wilbur spoke the words he'd first spoken to his brother all those years before, over and over, like an enchantment or prayer to bring him back to life once more.
"I will love you forever, I will love you forever, I will love you forever..."
But this time, Tommy didn't wake up.
And Philza was still made of stone."
“There, nestled among the pink strands, delicate as a bird’s wing, was a single grey hair.”
AHHH I FORGOT ABOUT THIS QUOTE
"This story has no end, the voices said, but they sounded distant, too.
“Tell me how the story ends,” Wilbur begged, even as he felt the last of his consciousness slowly
fracture into nothingness. “Tell me you’ll still be here when I close the book.”
“Wilbur, I-” Technoblade mumbled something too low to hear, and then he said, “Okay. I’ll be
here.”
Wilbur wanted to say more, or perhaps he didn’t.
Outside, somewhere far away, bells began to toll, chiming his mother’s death ballad. Heralding his
ascension.
Tell the boys I’m sorry. His father's voice this time, as quiet as the rest.
In between one breath and the next, Wilbur was king. In between one breath and the next, he was
asleep."
THE NOSTALGIA-
Technoblade kept to his word very well.
"I dont play the violin"
"..no, you dont"
"And Tommy will never live past 15"
"No..he wont"
Guys im just gonna start violently sobbing
IM GONNA CRY NO TOMMY’S DEATH WAS SO SAD I LITERALLY SOBBED
THE PAINN
@@lilasophia7 ME TOO DONT WORRY, IT WAS PAINFUL
@Samantha Hanrahan yea me too it was just fhdvdv
i accidentally read violently as violin-ly for some reason and it made me stop crying for a few seconds before I remembered what video this was under
also I was like 'how do you violin-ly sob??'
Re listening to remember Techno, now.
"An echoing of once familiar laughter, from a boy as bright as day. " hits just a little harder now.
"Niki hoped, at the very least, that they would plant the prettiest flowers over her grave."
"War. Such a small word for such a big thing."
"Death. Such a small word for such a big thing."
"Fate. Such a small word for such a big thing."
"God. Such a big word for such a small thing."
"Putting a gentle hand on the top of Tommy's blonde head. The boy arched towards the touch like a sunflower reaching for the sun."
"And then Philza did something Technoblade would never, in a hundred or a million years, had expected him to do. He kneeled."
"The voices paused. Just for a moment. Just for a breath as they all considered the weight of Philza's. And, gods, that silence - however brief, however fleeting - was the sweetest thing Technoblade had ever heard."
"Alright. You and me one more time."
"I want to braid your hair." Tommy said at once."
"I'm not done yet!" Tommy said, and produced one more flower - a single yellow rose. "This one's my favorite," he added as he gently tucked the flower behind Technoblade's ear, the one with the emerald earring that Wilbur had found so familiar, "because it means friendship."
"Are we friends then?" Tommy stood and brushed grass from his pants. "Well obviously."
"It was the last good day."
"Techno," it said. "Tell the boys I'm sorry and tell Wilbur he will be a better king than I ever was."
"Tell me how the story ends" Wilbur begged, even as he felt the last of his consciousness slowly fracture into nothingness. "Tell me you'll still be here when I close the book."
"In between one breath and the next, Wilbur was king. In between one breath and the next, he was asleep."
"At fifteen years old, Tommy was the oldest he'd ever been but he never felt so young."
"Once upon a time, Tommy had existed in the same universe as his mother."
"It seemed to Tommy that people were haunted by two types of ghosts: the ghosts of those who died, and those who left. It was just his luck that he had both."
""Tommy..." Wilbur whispered into Tommy's hair, "you were six."
"At seventeen years old, Tubbo was the oldest he'd ever been, but he never felt so young."
"If Tommy said they were going to win, then by the gods, neither of them would tell him otherwise, not when he looked the happiest he'd been in a month."
"It's you and me," said Technoblade, putting one hand on top of Tommy's head, the other on Wilbur's shoulder. "One more time."
"Tommy felt, inexplicably, down to his bones, that if he met that boy, they would be brothers."
"Blow for blow, hit for hit. They could have gone on like that forever. A god of war and a god of blood. In another life, they might have been allies."
"The rest of the had all been told two things: "When you hear the horn, run for your life." and, "Don't tell prince Tommy."
"I'll see you all in Hell." She said bitterly and struck the flint into flame."
"For my kingdom." She whispered to the empty cave, and let the fire fall."
"Niki hoped, at the very least, that they would plant the prettiest flowers over her grave."
I'm sorry
AHHHHHHHHHH
As a religous person this hurts- god not a small thing >:0
@@اكتشفمعشوشو oh no please dont turn this comment section into a warzone
@@اكتشفمعشوشو It's just a quote, it doesn't have anything to do with real life. Pls don't make it into an argument abt religion...
@@اكتشفمعشوشو it's about the fictional gods in the passerine universe, not the gods associated with religions!! please, don't make this reply section an argument!
“Dad!” Tommy shouted, spreading his arms wide as he ran, like a bird about to take flight.
“Tommy.” Dad’s smile was still the same, after all these years. He opened his arms, welcoming Tommy into an embrace. “My boy. You’ve grown so much.”
“Because my spirit is too big for my own body,” she replied haughtily. “And I’m tired of some random man deciding my lives for me. He didn’t even ask if I wanted to be a human being. What if I wanted to be a frog in the rain, did he ever consider that? No. Instead, he made me small and stinky and boring.” She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “I want to be more than someone else’s backstory. I want to be the hero. I’m going to be the hero next time, just you watch.”
It's my favourite. Am I the only one that love Techno's sister, even when she is just a supporting char?
dream and his friend's most famous fanfic: shipping
techno and his friend's most famous fanfic: immortal royalty au with the best family dynamic and expansive world building that inspired the biggest artists in the fandom do create amazing fan creations
on one side of the dreamsmp fandom we have love angst
on the other we have found family angst
I mean I wouldn’t reduce Heatwaves to just “shipping” but in essence I suppose you’re right...
@@simplymarvelousliving Flowers from 1970 literally existing: 👁👄👁
@@gwynzynoodles2553 Both made me cry
“I am the god of freedom, and I am flying the fuck out of here.”
“Damn right you are!”
so go
“We’ll play for you,” Techno vowed. “When we get home, we’ll play for you as many times as you want, Tommy. I’ll let you beat me when we spar. I’ll let you braid my hair, or even cut it all off if you want to. Anything you want, just keep your eyes open.”
“Half-sobbing, half-laughing, he fell against his chair and closed his eyes against the sudden sting of tears. He could see, in his mind, a field of flowers under an open sky-a place made for waiting, where all the finished stories went, where he would go someday, too.
A knock came at his door.
Technoblade began to smile.”
“What are you father?”
“I’m the god of freedom and I’m flying the fuck out of here.”
“And looking at Tommy’s peaceful face was what finally, finally made Technoblade-emperor of ice, blood god, destroyer of worlds-cry.”
“My life was fulfilled when I met you and Tommy.”
man these quotes still hurt and it’s been almost 2 months :/
sadge and pain
ready to cry over this ig :,)
good luck to those who knows exactly what happens
AW NO NO I'M GONNA CRY AGAIN WHYYY
I did not remember the "im flying the fuck outa here" but that made me laugh
"God. Such a big word for such a small thing."
"At fifteen, Tommy had been the oldest he's ever been...
but he's never felt so young..."
Some of my favorite quotes
"Niki hoped, at the very least, that they would plant the prettiest flowers over her grave"
"That was your bloody General," she snapped.
So you can stop cowering in your corner now. The Blade has just joined the fight."
"For my kingdom," she whispered to the empty cave, and let the fire fall.
"And looking at Tommy's peaceful face was what finally, finally, made Technoblade
emperor of ice, blood god, destroyer of worlds
cry."
This. Mother’s soft smile. Tommy’s cheery laugh. Technoblade’s half-hearted protests. Father’s hand on his head. Everything.
“Nothing,” Wilbur said. “Forget I said anything.” He smiled at his father, for once without reservation. He had never felt so light. He was almost a son again. “Would you like to watch Techno and I spar?”
Father’s expression softened. “Of course. I would be delighted to.”
It was the last good day.
“Death. such a small word for a big thing”
Very enlightening techno
“What does slaughter mean?” Tommy asked.
“I ticked them,” Technoblade said.
“Oh.”
“To death.”
“ Oh .”
A memorial to a man who has given so much to all of us
Your fight is over, king, rest easy techno
Actually song was for tommy in a book called passerine but unfortunately it fits o7
@@realquadmoo I know, but it fits for a king like him o7
@@foresthamilton2243 yeah you right D;
" The heir of the Angel of Death's kingdom-and all the heirs after him-would not have gilded hair or eyes like a frozen tundra. They would have gentle hands and would forgive easily. They would be raised on honey and apple pies and stories about frogs in the rain, and the wheel would never break them. And on the night before an ancient crown would be placed upon their brow, those that came before them would press a gift into their hand, and it would be their inheritance.
So when a winged man would appear from the north, days or years or eons from now, he would find a familiar stone around the neck of a child that he would recognize right away by the familiar shape of their smile, and he would know he was home. "
😭😭😭
"It was a sad song. It was a happy song. It was a song of a summer day from years ago, tucked between faded memories like a flower pressed between the pages of a heavy book, now dusted off and clean. It was a song of an artist mother and a warrior father, and sons that were both. It was a song about the grass beneath Wilbur’s feet and the sweet scent of flowers in his lungs. It was a song about war and ruin, and grief and loss, and the nightmares that still managed to take him by surprise even when he was awake, and living anyway. It was a song about love and all the ways to say it: sacrifice and a cup of hot tea waiting at his desk, chess during the lazy days and music during the hard ones, leaving and staying, remembering and forgetting. It was a song about family, born or made or found or rediscovered.
It was Tommy’s grave at his back. Mother’s unfinished painting. Father’s necklace around his neck.
And when the final note echoed off into silence, there was no standing ovation, no raucous applause.
Just like the voices for the past two years, six months and three days, there was only silence.
It was the most beautiful sound."
If you read Passerine again, you notice Technoblade hoping not being immortal. It's sad for Phil, but I am glad the story ends with still a little aspect of happiness. Also Wilbur married a 'Sally'
Now Wilbur held his brother-a baby no longer, but still so, so small-to his chest as they walked through the quiet, empty camp. Wilbur spoke the words he’d first spoken to his brother all those years before, over and over, like an enchantment or a prayer to bring him back to life once more.
“I will love you forever, I will love you forever, I will love you forever.”
But this time, Tommy did not wake up.
I AM IN IMMENSE *PAIN*
(Edit: I finally watched it after like a few hours and HOLY SHT THIS GAVE ME CHILLS WTF I LOVE THIS, I'M CRYING SO HARD BUT I LOVE THIS)
AHHHHHHH this line hurts like a truck but it's beautiful
IM GONNA CRY THAT PART HIT ME THE WORST
"It was a sadness too big for tears, a grief too infinite to measure."
Line that I agree with holily throughout the whole 70K+ words, yet I cried 10 rivers (might as well be an ocean tbh). The story gave me so much sadness so I really do expect more rivers from hearing this song.
Can I hug you? I am crying because I am rereading it
@@Thesis_Rose i will give you virtual hug
3...2...1 virtual hug incoming
@@gaminglikeboy9883 i received it thank you
@@Thesis_Rose I'm late, but **hugs**
When I listen to this song, I can't help thinking of Technoblade, and how deep of a hole Alex's passing left us. I still grieve over him. I still cry when I listen to this song. But, I know that his legacy will live on. Technoblade never dies.
ik this is about a fanfiction but this hits different now
The Green God considered them with a tilt of his head, blonde curls falling over glassy green eyes. “They call me by many names. You know me as the Green God. Others brand me the god of chaos. The Progenitor. He Who Pulls. He Who Watches. All silly little names mortals gave to something beyond their understanding.” He placed the book he was reading on the ledge beside him and raised his arms over his head in a languid stretch. “But my friends called me Dream.”
THAT WAS SUCH A GOOD QUOTE! I’m surprised no one else is mentioning the dream quotes
FUCK C!DREAM IN PASSERINE I JUST FUCKING WANTED TOMMY BACK
@@m4haaa we all did
@@m4haaa I KNOW 😭😭😭 speaking of which, can someone explain why Tommy couldn’t leave with them? i don’t get it
pass!dream my behated
at this rate she is gonna produce more songs this month than ever 😟
Let's just support her as much as possible! She makes my day everytime again and she truly deserves it.
nobody:
Premire chat: having a whole ass hunger games batle
We in the premiere chat seem to enjoy our Hunger Games
dropping my favorite quote because nobody every talks about nikis flower shop and the sad old man
“It was felt by an old neighbor looking after the shop of the kind girl who always had been so kind to him. A sign stood at the door. Closed indefinitely, it said, but the neighbor knew it would be closed forever. And still he’d come, day after day. His wife was gone and so was the kind girl. But the flowers, oh, they still needed watering.”
“So when a winged man would appear from the north, days or years or eons from now, he would find a familiar stone around the neck of a child that he would recognize right away by the familiar shape of their smile, and he would know he was home. “
the last chapter made me sob, just when i thought i was done i read another paragraph and there i went again
“What does slaughtered mean?” Tommy asked.
“I tickled them,” Technoblade said.
“Oh.”
“To death.”
“ *Oh.* ”
Honestly I love Passerine and I'm glad you made a song about it
“You know, for what it’s worth,” she said, turning just enough for Techno to see a faint smile on her face, “I think the Green God made the right call this time around, making you my older brother. You were pretty great at it.”
“Thank you” Tommy breathed
“Thank you. I…”
He had so much left to say, so much left to offer.
Love. Forgiveness. Cheer.
But he would leave it there,
until he woke up again.
Tommy’s eyes drifted shut.
His mother’s laughter had never sounded clearer.