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alltheardy ยท 5 months
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"But even combined efforts cannot heal like time."
"Stay safe, sky child"
๐Ÿฅ€ ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ› ๐Ÿฅš ๐Ÿฅ€
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fr-likes-chocolate ยท 5 months
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THERE IS PHILZA ANGST AND I FOUND A SONG, LET THERE BE A ONESHOT lol not a oneshot Iโ€™m making more
(inspired by this song) (mainly the end)
Everyone was worried for Phil, he had dark bags under his eyes and scars that were too fresh to be from purgatory. Of course, the islanders had their rumors about why Phil was a wreck, he had a run-in with the federation, or the stress of single-handedly caring for two eggs was getting to him.
Phil only let the people he was closest to know why he was a mess, that meant Fit, Etoiles, and Missa. he did not want to worry others, they had bigger problems to worry about.
As the days dragged on, Philโ€™s hallucinations steadily increased in size, getting to the point where Phil would fall asleep on Quesadilla Island, and wake up in Endlantis. When this happened he shakily opened his communicator and call for Fit or Etoiles.
His hallucinations weren't all bad, sometimes he was in a large forest, feeling Roseโ€™s influence all around him, or walking among quartz pillars in the nether, or by a beach, content to watch to ocean.
However, that didn't stop Phil from isolating himself from the others, making everyone worried.
After a full month of madness, Phil finally decided that he wouldn't hide anymore. He made his way to an abandoned field, waiting until the hallucinations started. It did not take long for the world to change, the ground condensing into endstone and the sky turning dark and cold.
โ€œEnder king!โ€ Phil screamed, โ€œI've come to stop this torment!โ€ He glanced around, waiting, no, praying for some sign of a response. The very air seemed to mock him, how naive he was to try and confront the Ender king!
Foolish crow... You dare challenge me on my own turf? You didnโ€™t even bring anyone to help you, how do you expect to get away, let alone stop me?
Void tendrils seeped from the ground, pulling at Philโ€™s clothing, he pulled away from the tendrils and ran, this was a horrible idea! He pulled up the chat as he ran, clumsily typing for someone to help him.
Ph1lza: I need help
FitMC: where are you?
Etoiles: what happened??
Ph1lza: I cant type coords, find me on the map. Please come quick, its gotten out of hand.
Fit immediately jumped up, he knew what โ€˜itโ€™ was, he quickly located Phil on the mini-map, he was over 500 blocks away from the closest warp, Fit cursed under his breath before warping. As soon as he got there, he checked what direction he was going before running. Minutes ticked by as Fit ran, he could see flashes of what looked like Etoiles, Bad, or Foolish. It hardly mattered as they all had the same goal, getting to Phil.
They wouldn't think anything of it, but when they ran, plants and trees moved to make a clear path, almost as if nature itself wanted to help Phil.
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Philโ€™s legs burned as he pushed himself to his limit, he couldn't keep this up for long. He was so tired...
As Phil jumped to avoid another void spike as he dashed into an open field, he looked around for the best place to run to when suddenly he heard someone call out his name. There on the left was Fit! He dashed towards him, seeing others break the treeline. โ€œFIT!โ€ Phil screamed, feeling the void tendrils trying to trip or pull him.
โ€œPhil! Grab my hand!โ€ Fit shouted, holding his hand out. Phil lunged for Fits hand, he was so close! Just grab on and-
A void tendril grabbed Philโ€™s foot, the teleportation magic working immediately, Phio disappeared into a shimmer of ender particles, leaving only his hat behind.
Fit gasped, searching the area for where Phil could have gone. โ€œPhil?!โ€ Etoiles looked around frantically. โ€œWhat on earth?! He just disappeared...โ€ Bad muttered. Fit sighed, โ€œI think I know what happened... Tell me, have you heard of the Ender king?โ€
(part 2 here)
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glith0 ยท 5 months
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Personal hc! So, Phil is a story teller, always has been and thatโ€™s a big trait of his in the QSMP. So I like the idea that he looked into history books when trying to find details about the island, but there were no records. And in Phil fashion, he got distracted and ended up looking into gods and theyโ€™re connections. But there wasnโ€™t anything about the HC deities, so something always seemed missing but he didnโ€™t know what it was.
This hc brought the idea of the Deities being constellations! So have a rose made of stars. (I was also inspired by stargazing at the new nest) [Sorry if the quality is bad]
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heart-aflame ยท 5 months
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Watching Phils stream where Rose contacts him, and I have this beautiful imagine in my head that after he reads the book where she introduces herself to him, he curls up in that open area build and falls asleep, surrounded by the hummingbirds with roses around him providing warmth and protection to him.
It's a beautiful place, and he's safe, and it's warm, and he can't help but fall asleep there after finally being at a place that doesn't scare him but provides him comfort. He'll probably wake up back in his own bed later, but for now he's surrounded by Rose's presence and that's healing for the moment.
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ramblings-of-a-coward ยท 5 months
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Hell yeah Rose, thank you for not letting Phil be alone in this, god knows he probably won't ask anyone else
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mossdontknowwhattheydoin ยท 5 months
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๐‘ถ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ด๐’€ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ถ๐‘ซ ๐‘ณ๐‘ถ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ท๐‘ถ๐‘บ๐‘ป ๐‘จ๐‘ฉ๐‘ถ๐‘ผ๐‘ป ๐‘ท๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ณ๐‘บ ๐‘ด๐‘ถ๐‘บ๐‘ป ๐‘น๐‘ฌ๐‘ช๐‘ฌ๐‘ต๐‘ป ๐‘บ๐‘ป๐‘น๐‘ฌ๐‘จ๐‘ด (๐’…๐’†๐’„ ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–๐’•๐’‰)
๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’Š๐’” ๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’Ž๐’๐’”๐’•๐’๐’š ๐’Š๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’„๐’‚๐’‘๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’„๐’‚๐’–๐’”๐’† ๐‘ฐ'๐’Ž ๐’”๐’ ๐’†๐’™๐’„๐’Š๐’•๐’†๐’… ๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’†๐’๐’• ๐’๐’๐’“๐’†-
๐‘ถ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ด๐’€ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ถ๐‘ถ๐‘ถ๐‘ซ๐‘ซ๐‘ซ- ๐‘พ๐‘ฌ ๐‘จ๐‘ณ๐‘ณ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ถ๐‘ผ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฏ๐‘ป ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ช๐‘ณ๐‘ผ๐‘ซ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ท๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ณ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘ป ๐‘พ๐‘ฌ ๐‘พ๐‘ฌ๐‘น๐‘ฌ ๐‘ฑ๐‘ผ๐‘บ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ถ๐‘ต๐‘ต๐‘จ ๐‘ฉ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ถ๐‘ผ๐‘ป ๐‘พ๐‘ฐ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ ๐‘ช๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐’€ ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ซ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ๐‘ต ๐‘พ๐‘ฌ ๐‘จ๐‘ณ๐‘ณ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ถ๐‘ป ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ป ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ฉ๐‘จ๐‘ช๐‘ฒ ๐‘ถ๐‘ญ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ๐‘จ๐‘ซ ๐‘พ๐‘ฐ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ณ๐‘ถ๐‘น๐‘พ ๐‘ฉ๐‘น๐‘ฐ๐‘ช๐‘ฒ-
๐’‚๐’๐’š๐’˜๐’‚๐’š๐’”- ๐‘ณ๐’–๐’‡๐’‡๐’š ๐’‚๐’‘๐’‘๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’†๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’”๐’‚๐’Š๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‡๐’†๐’…๐’†๐’“๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’… ๐’๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’… ๐’†๐’Ž ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐’‰๐’–๐’“๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’’๐‘ท๐’‰๐’Š๐’ ๐’Š๐’Ž๐’Ž๐’†๐’…๐’Š๐’‚๐’•๐’†๐’๐’š ๐’˜๐’†๐’๐’• ๐’Š๐’๐’•๐’ ๐’‡๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“ ๐’Ž๐’๐’…๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† '๐’…๐’˜ ๐‘ฐ'๐’๐’ ๐’‘๐’“๐’๐’•๐’†๐’„๐’• ๐’š๐’๐’–'
๐‘ต๐’†๐’˜ ๐’”๐’๐’ ๐‘ท๐’‰๐’Š๐’? ๐‘ต๐’†๐’˜ ๐’„๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’…?
๐‘จ๐‘ณ๐‘บ๐‘ถ- ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ด ๐‘ญ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฏ๐‘ป๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ฌ๐’€๐‘ฌ ๐‘พ๐‘ถ๐‘น๐‘ฒ๐‘ฌ๐‘น๐‘บ ๐‘ญ๐‘ถ๐‘น ๐‘ณ๐‘ผ๐‘ญ๐‘ญ๐’€- ๐‘จ๐‘จ๐‘จ๐‘จ๐‘จ ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ซ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ๐‘ต ๐‘ฎ๐‘ถ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ป๐‘ถ ๐‘บ๐‘ท๐‘จ๐‘พ๐‘ต ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฒ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ฐ๐‘ป๐‘บ ๐‘ถ๐‘ฝ๐‘พ๐‘น ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ซ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ๐‘ต ๐‘ป๐‘ฉ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ญ๐‘ฌ๐‘ซ๐‘ฌ๐‘น๐‘จ๐‘ป๐‘ฐ๐‘ถ๐‘ต ๐‘พ๐‘ถ๐‘น๐‘ฒ๐‘ฌ๐‘น๐‘บ??? ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ๐’€ ๐‘ท๐‘ณ๐‘จ๐’€๐‘ฌ๐‘ซ ๐‘บ๐‘ถ ๐‘ซ๐‘ฐ๐‘น๐‘ป๐’€ ๐‘พ๐‘ผ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ณ๐‘จ๐‘บ๐‘ถ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ- ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ฌ ๐‘ท๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ณ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘น๐‘ฌ๐‘จ๐‘ป๐‘ฌ๐‘ต๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ๐‘ด-
'๐‘ฐ๐’‡ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’˜๐’ ๐’…๐’‚๐’š๐’” ๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’† ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’š๐’‚๐’๐’๐’†, ๐‘ฐ'๐’Ž ๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’…'
'๐‘ซ๐’๐’'๐’• ๐’‰๐’–๐’“๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž'
'๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’˜๐’‚๐’”๐’'๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’๐’Ž๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’…๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’, ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’˜๐’‚๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’•. ๐‘ซ๐’๐’'๐’• ๐’‰๐’–๐’“๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž.'
๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฒ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘ป๐‘บ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ๐‘ฌ๐‘ณ ๐‘ถ๐‘ญ ๐‘ซ๐‘ฌ๐‘จ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ ๐‘พ๐‘ฌ ๐‘จ๐‘ณ๐‘ณ ๐‘ฒ๐‘ต๐‘ถ๐‘พ ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ซ ๐‘ณ๐‘ถ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฌ- ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ถ๐‘ป ๐‘บ๐‘ถ ๐‘ด๐‘จ๐‘ซ ๐‘ฉ๐‘ช ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ฌ๐’€๐‘ฌ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ผ๐’€๐‘บ ๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘ซ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ญ๐‘ผ๐‘ช๐‘ฒ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘จ๐‘ผ๐‘ซ๐‘จ๐‘ช๐‘ฐ๐‘ป๐’€ ๐‘ป๐‘ถ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘น๐‘ฌ๐‘จ๐‘ป๐‘ฌ๐‘ต ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘บ ๐‘ฒ๐‘ฐ๐‘ซ- ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ซ ๐‘ป๐‘ฉ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ญ๐‘ฌ๐‘ซ๐‘ฌ๐‘น๐‘จ๐‘ป๐‘ฐ๐‘ถ๐‘ต ๐‘พ๐‘ถ๐‘น๐‘ฒ๐‘ฌ๐‘น๐‘บ ๐‘ญ๐‘ถ๐‘น ๐‘ป๐‘จ๐‘ฒ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ณ๐‘ผ๐‘ญ๐‘ญ๐’€
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๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ซ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ๐‘ต ๐‘น๐‘ถ๐‘บ๐‘ฌ- ๐‘น๐‘ถ๐‘บ๐‘ฌ ๐‘บ๐‘ฏ๐‘ถ๐‘พ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘บ๐‘ผ๐‘ท๐‘ท๐‘ถ๐‘น๐‘ป ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ซ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฝ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ๐‘จ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ
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๐‘จ๐‘ฉ๐‘ซ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ๐‘ต ๐‘ท๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ณ ๐‘ป๐‘ฌ๐‘ณ๐‘ณ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ช๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐’€๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ต๐‘ฌ ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ซ ๐‘บ๐‘จ๐’€๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ป๐‘ถ ๐‘ญ๐‘ถ๐‘ณ๐‘ณ๐‘ถ๐‘พ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘น๐‘ถ๐‘บ๐‘ฌ๐‘บ ๐‘ฐ๐‘ญ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ'๐‘บ ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต ๐‘ซ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ๐‘ฌ๐‘น
๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ซ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ๐‘ต- ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ซ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ๐‘ต ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ด ๐‘บ๐‘ฏ๐‘ถ๐‘พ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ด ๐‘น๐‘ถ๐‘บ๐‘ฌ๐‘บ ๐‘ท๐‘ณ๐‘จ๐‘ช๐‘ฌ
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๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ซ ๐‘ถ๐‘ฏ ๐‘ด๐‘ฌ๐‘ฐ ๐‘ฎ๐‘ถ๐‘ซ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ๐’€ ๐‘พ๐‘จ๐’€ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ๐’€'๐‘น๐‘ฌ ๐‘บ๐‘ฐ๐‘ป๐‘ป๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ซ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ญ๐‘จ๐‘ช๐‘ป ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐‘ป ๐‘ท๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ณ ๐‘ป๐‘จ๐‘ณ๐‘ฒ๐‘ฌ๐‘ซ ๐‘จ๐‘ฉ๐‘ถ๐‘ผ๐‘ป ๐‘ฏ๐‘ถ๐‘พ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ'๐‘บ ๐‘จ๐‘ญ๐‘น๐‘จ๐‘ฐ๐‘ซ ๐‘ถ๐‘ญ ๐‘ณ๐‘ถ๐‘ถ๐‘บ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ช๐‘ฏ๐‘จ๐’€ ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ซ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ถ๐‘พ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ญ๐‘ฌ๐‘ฌ๐‘ณ๐‘บ ๐‘บ๐‘จ๐‘ซ ๐‘ฉ๐‘ฌ๐‘ช๐‘จ๐‘ผ๐‘บ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฐ๐‘ด ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ซ ๐‘ป๐‘ผ๐‘ณ๐‘ณ๐‘จ ๐‘จ๐‘น๐‘พ ๐‘ฎ๐‘น๐‘ถ๐‘พ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ ๐‘ผ๐‘ท ๐‘บ๐‘ถ ๐‘ญ๐‘จ๐‘บ๐‘ป- ๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ซ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ถ๐‘พ ๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ต๐‘ฌ๐‘ฌ๐‘ซ๐‘บ ๐‘ป๐‘ถ ๐‘ฉ๐‘ฌ ๐‘บ๐‘ป๐‘น๐‘ถ๐‘ต๐‘ฎ๐‘ฌ๐‘น
๐‘จ๐‘ต๐‘ซ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ๐‘ต ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ญ๐‘จ๐‘ซ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ถ๐‘ผ๐‘ป ๐‘ฉ๐‘ณ๐‘จ๐‘ช๐‘ฒ ๐‘บ๐‘ช๐‘น๐‘ฌ๐‘ฌ๐‘ต-
๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’”๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ท๐’‰๐’Š๐’ ๐’‹๐’–๐’Ž๐’‘ ๐’”๐’„๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐‘ณ๐‘ถ๐‘ณ ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’†๐’๐’ ๐’–๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’‰๐’Š๐’Ž ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’š ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’‚๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’• ๐’–๐’” ๐’„๐’“๐’๐’˜๐’” ๐’„๐’“๐’š๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ณ๐‘ด๐‘จ๐‘ถ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’”๐’ ๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’‘๐’๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’ƒ๐’๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’Ž๐’†๐’“๐’„๐’‰ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’–๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’†- ๐‘ณ๐‘ด๐‘ญ๐‘จ๐‘ถ
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drowninginblox ยท 2 months
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Torched
FitMC fic bc March is hard TW: mentions of a past with thoughts of cannibalism,
Hollowed out. That's what Fit would say to someone who asked him how he was doing. Hollowed out, just like this damn cave.
No weapons, no food, not enough strength. The thought of getting up felt like a trial and a half against his still buzzing brain. The only thing that's tempting him to do so is the darkened but still bright sky overhead and the pain he feels in the pit of his stomach. He should have told him when he had the chance. At least write it down in that damn book.
"Stupid." The reverberations of his voice and the words against his lips remind him where he is. It's been a year since he's been like this. Oh, have the mighty have fallen. What would Ramon think if he saw you like this, huh? โ€œWhat about Pac?โ€
A voice, warm, soft, familiar asked. From where, Fit couldn't tell. But in an otherwise muted world, Fit heard it. He swallows, the dryness of his throat becoming more aware to him. "I'm sorry I can't make myself known. I would love to show myself to you," He takes a breath. He didn't think going insane was such a plunge. Weren't there stages to losing your mind?
"But there are matters that are... just as concerning as yours, warrior." Fit glances at the corpses. It's been two days since he'd been shoved here and the thought has turned into a temptation now. Who are you? He challenges, biting his lip to the point of drawing blood. He hasn't done that in a long time. "Do not worry, you are good friends with my champion. I am only here to help." Although the warmth of her voice served as a comfort, the complexities of what she just rang through his soul. He raised a brow. Okay, let's try this again,
Fit takes another look before trying to move his legs. First the right, then the left. But when he tried to straighten out the left, a shot of pain courses through his ankle and up his calf. A scream brakes him from his determination. Tears of pain welled, but he knew he had to do this. "Warrior-" Shut the fuck up! Just give me a minute! An irritated sigh followed but Fit paid it no mind as he bunched some of his shirt into his mouth and continued in his plan. He was going to stand even if it killed him.
It took a few minutes, a few agonizingly painful moments full of words he would never say to anyone else, but he got to where he was satisfied. Leaning against the stone wall that made up the cave he fell into. "Okay- okay,..." He mumbled, breath ragged against the adrenaline. Who are you and what do you mean by champion?
"I am Rose, I can not show myself as the majority of my power dedicated to protecting someone right now. Someone you hold dearly." Fit took a sharp breath at that. Let me guess, "Philza, yes." His eyes narrowed, pupils dilated with rage. Now you're protecting him? What the hell happened to him?! Fit needed to tell Phil that he made his god gasp although, maybe the context can be left out. "I was not the entity that corrupted his mind with greed! I would never!" Sure, and I would never eat avocado toast like a millennial. I'd never thought I'd take up cannibalism after leaving the wastes but here I am, moral dilemma McGee- intermixed his rambling, on a spare patch of dirt that found itself nestled in between the stone, a dandelion grew. Fit barely saw it happen. It was just in his periphery, but damn did he see it. "What-"
"You are hungry are you not? Trust me and I can help you." Fit glances between the dandelion, the corpses, and the sky a few times. The voices in his head have been silent for a while. And sure, they aren't the most reliable things. But, this... lady, even if this is all disillusion right now, it's nice to have company at least. Fit rolled his eyes and picked the flower, popping it into his mouth. The warm voice laughed. "That's a new one."
You're name is Rose right? "Indeed."
And Phil trusts you? "With his flegdlings." Fit's eyes go a little wide at that. "Damn with his kids too?" he mumbled. "Alongside himself and his partner, of course." He smiles slightly at that. Well, it'd be nice to have company again. "Good, I suggest you rest, warrior. Tomorrow is going to be hard." Fit's stomach rumbled again, this time with enough resolve to make him wince. Uh.. can I- Not even a second later, a vine grows from the cracks of the stone, followed by another and another. The next thing Fit knows, there are over a dozen vines forcing a hole through the wall until they suddenly stop. Fit looks into it and notices that it is right next to a chest. He hesitates but sticks his arm through and opens it. When he reaches inside it's met with warmth. Something warm but solid. Soft but firm? "What the-" He pulls his arm back and in his hand is a loaf of bread, one that looks to be fresh from the oven.
For the first time since he got here, he smiles. If he could he would jump for joy right now. Thank you, Rose! A chuckle follows.
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lutraviolet ยท 3 months
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hands of fate ๐ŸŒŠ๐ŸŒ™๐Ÿ”ฅ๐ŸŒน
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leemontoast ยท 8 days
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'Yeah so Rose and Blaze Empress present as like feminine and uh fucking- Ocean Overload presents as male. Like masculine. Enderking is just a fucking bitch. He's an absolute bitch. Uh, he's like a spoilt king bitch. *laughs* Spoilt king bitch, that's his official title.'- Philza, 24/4/24
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malewifeph1lza ยท 5 months
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an old crowโ€™s old friends
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phelbeez ยท 5 months
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doodle after tody :)
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rakkuntoast ยท 1 month
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they are just hanging out :]
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fr-likes-chocolate ยท 4 months
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Thinking.... Just because Rose (the blaze empress and the ocean overlord possibly) wants to help Phil, doesn't mean that they will be a force of good for the entire island.
If there was a fight between the Ender king and Rose, I wouldn't be surprised if there was collateral damage done to the island in the form of destruction and death to the other islanders.
Just remember... Rose is there for Phil, Chayanne, Tallulah (and maybe Missa) they are priority
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somberstarr ยท 3 months
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๐ŸŽต When I was a young boy~ ๐ŸŽต
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Another MCR x MGS artwork I made months ago that I regrettably never finished... I liked what I had and thought it would be a shame to never share it! It could've been one of my best drawings if I had completed it. Too bad I didn't "carry on"!
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zolovana ยท 1 month
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Hardcore deitys 2/5 Rose Enderking Ocean Overlord Blaze Empress All together
oil pastels, watercolors, markers and photoshop edit
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ramblings-of-a-coward ยท 5 months
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ROSE JUST CAME IN SHOOTING FLOWERS? HELL YEAH?
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