"But even combined efforts cannot heal like time."
"Stay safe, sky child"
๐ฅ ๐ฆโโฌ ๐ฅ ๐ฅ
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THERE IS PHILZA ANGST AND I FOUND A SONG, LET THERE BE A ONESHOT lol not a oneshot Iโm 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, Philโs 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 Roseโs 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.
โEnder king!โ Phil screamed, โI'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 didnโt 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 Philโs 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 โitโ 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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Philโs 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. โFIT!โ Phil screamed, feeling the void tendrils trying to trip or pull him.
โPhil! 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 Philโs 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. โPhil?!โ Etoiles looked around frantically. โWhat on earth?! He just disappeared...โ Bad muttered. Fit sighed, โI think I know what happened... Tell me, have you heard of the Ender king?โ
(part 2 here)
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Personal hc! So, Phil is a story teller, always has been and thatโs 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 theyโre connections. But there wasnโt anything about the HC deities, so something always seemed missing but he didnโt 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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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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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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๐ถ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ซ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ท๐ถ๐บ๐ป ๐จ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ท๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ ๐ด๐ถ๐บ๐ป ๐น๐ฌ๐ช๐ฌ๐ต๐ป ๐บ๐ป๐น๐ฌ๐จ๐ด (๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐)
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฐ'๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐-
๐ถ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ถ๐ถ๐ซ๐ซ๐ซ- ๐พ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ณ๐ณ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ถ๐ผ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ณ๐ผ๐ซ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ท๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ป๐ฏ๐จ๐ป ๐พ๐ฌ ๐พ๐ฌ๐น๐ฌ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐จ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐พ๐ฐ๐ป๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ ๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ต ๐พ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ณ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ช๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ญ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ ๐พ๐ฐ๐ป๐ฏ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ณ๐ถ๐น๐พ ๐ฉ๐น๐ฐ๐ช๐ฒ-
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐- ๐ณ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐ ๐๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ '๐
๐ ๐ฐ'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐'
๐ต๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐? ๐ต๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐
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๐จ๐ณ๐บ๐ถ- ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ด ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ป๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐๐ฌ ๐พ๐ถ๐น๐ฒ๐ฌ๐น๐บ ๐ญ๐ถ๐น ๐ณ๐ผ๐ญ๐ญ๐- ๐จ๐จ๐จ๐จ๐จ ๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ป๐ถ ๐บ๐ท๐จ๐พ๐ต ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ป๐บ ๐ถ๐ฝ๐พ๐น ๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ต ๐ป๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฌ๐น๐จ๐ป๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐พ๐ถ๐น๐ฒ๐ฌ๐น๐บ??? ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ ๐ท๐ณ๐จ๐๐ฌ๐ซ ๐บ๐ถ ๐ซ๐ฐ๐น๐ป๐ ๐พ๐ผ๐ป๐ฏ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ณ๐จ๐บ๐ถ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ- ๐จ๐ต๐ฌ ๐ท๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ป๐ฏ๐น๐ฌ๐จ๐ป๐ฌ๐ต๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ด-
'๐ฐ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ฐ'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
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'๐ซ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐'
'๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ซ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.'
๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ป๐ฏ๐จ๐ป๐บ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ณ ๐ถ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ป๐ฏ ๐พ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ณ๐ณ ๐ฒ๐ต๐ถ๐พ ๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฝ๐ฌ- ๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป ๐บ๐ถ ๐ด๐จ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ช ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ผ๐๐บ ๐ฏ๐จ๐ซ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ผ๐ช๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐จ๐ผ๐ซ๐จ๐ช๐ฐ๐ป๐ ๐ป๐ถ ๐ป๐ฏ๐น๐ฌ๐จ๐ป๐ฌ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐บ ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ซ- ๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐ป๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฌ๐น๐จ๐ป๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐พ๐ถ๐น๐ฒ๐ฌ๐น๐บ ๐ญ๐ถ๐น ๐ป๐จ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ญ๐ญ๐
๐จ๐จ๐จ๐จ๐จ๐จ๐จ๐จ๐จ
๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ต ๐น๐ถ๐บ๐ฌ- ๐น๐ถ๐บ๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฏ๐ถ๐พ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐บ๐ผ๐ท๐ท๐ถ๐น๐ป ๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฝ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐จ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ
๐จ๐ฉ๐ซ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ต ๐ท๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ป๐ฌ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐๐จ๐ต๐ต๐ฌ ๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐บ๐จ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ป๐ถ ๐ญ๐ถ๐ณ๐ณ๐ถ๐พ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐น๐ถ๐บ๐ฌ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ญ ๐ฏ๐ฌ'๐บ ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ซ๐จ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฌ๐น
๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ต- ๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ด ๐บ๐ฏ๐ถ๐พ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ด ๐น๐ถ๐บ๐ฌ๐บ ๐ท๐ณ๐จ๐ช๐ฌ
๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐ถ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฌ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ซ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ ๐พ๐จ๐ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ๐'๐น๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ป๐ป๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐ช๐ป ๐ป๐ฏ๐จ๐ป ๐ท๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ป๐จ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ฏ๐ถ๐พ ๐ฏ๐ฌ'๐บ ๐จ๐ญ๐น๐จ๐ฐ๐ซ ๐ถ๐ญ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ถ๐บ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ ๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐ฏ๐ถ๐พ ๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ณ๐บ ๐บ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ช๐จ๐ผ๐บ๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ด ๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐ป๐ผ๐ณ๐ณ๐จ ๐จ๐น๐พ ๐ฎ๐น๐ถ๐พ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ผ๐ท ๐บ๐ถ ๐ญ๐จ๐บ๐ป- ๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐ฏ๐ถ๐พ ๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ซ๐บ ๐ป๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐บ๐ป๐น๐ถ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฌ๐น
๐จ๐ต๐ซ ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ต ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐ฉ๐ณ๐จ๐ช๐ฒ ๐บ๐ช๐น๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ต-
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ณ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐ด๐จ๐ถ ๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐- ๐ณ๐ด๐ญ๐จ๐ถ
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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? โWhat 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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hands of fate ๐๐๐ฅ๐น
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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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an old crowโs old friends
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doodle after tody :)
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they are just hanging out :]
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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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๐ต When I was a young boy~ ๐ต
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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Hardcore deitys
2/5 Rose
Enderking
Ocean Overlord
Blaze Empress
All together
oil pastels, watercolors, markers and photoshop edit
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ROSE JUST CAME IN SHOOTING FLOWERS? HELL YEAH?
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