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roxiezsxx · 17 days

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Song headcannons for my angel dsmp au.

Angel!tommy : Tears over beers.

‘She was outta luck for three more years.’

Angel!Wilbur: the goose & the wren.

‘The water looks nice so I do not think twice.’

Angel!ranboo: cool about it.

‘Once I took your medication to know what it’s like.’

Angel!Tubbo : lover, you should’ve come over

‘Maybe I was too young, to keep true love from going wrong.’

Angel!Quackity: velvet ring

‘Love is a gentle thing’

Angel!Karl: fluorescent adolescent

‘You used to get it in your fishnets now you only get it in your night dress’

Angel!Technoblade: class of 2013

‘Can I sleep for a few months more?”

Angel! Sapnap: Mr loverman

‘And I miss my lover, man.”

Angel!Foolish: big mouth strikes again

‘As the flames rose to her Roman nose and her hearing aid started to melt.”

Angel! Philza: My kind of woman

‘My kind of woman.’

Angel!kirsten: say yes to heaven

‘I’ve got my eye on you.’

Angel!dream: No children

‘I am drowning, there is no sign of land you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand’

Angel!puffy: drift away

‘Is this how it works? Am i doing it right?”

Angel!Niki: class of 2013

‘Mom, im tired can i dream for a few months more..?”

Angel!jack: hit em up style!

‘There go the lies you told!’

Angel!Eret: Andrew in drag

‘So stick him in a dress and hes the only boy id shag’

Angel!skeppy: fighter

‘Call me fighter and ill mop the floor with you.’

Angel!bad boy halo: fighter

‘Call me lover! Ill take you for a drink or two!’

Angel!jschlatt: i love you like an alchoholic

‘One last kiss! I love you like an alcoholic.”

Angel!fundy: i hate my mom

‘I fucking hate my mom!’

Angel!Awesamdude: living next door to alice

‘I don’t know why shes leaving or where shes gonna go.’

Angel!George: old friend

‘I haven’t told a anyone just like we promised’

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HEY GUYS AUTHOR HERE I WANT YOU TO GIVE ME REQUESTS OF ANYONE ON THIS LIST!! :3 PLATONIC AND NON PLATONIC OBVS INCLUDED PLS READ MY ABOUT ME POST TO SEE WHAT IM COMFY WITH!!

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asksintheapartment · 11 months

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Intro post!!

Hey yall! This account is managed by @maple-leifarts and is an ask blog for a Sleepy Bois Inc AU of mine!

Basically, the SBI family lives in a worn-down, tiny apartment in California. The story begins in the summer, but since this will be partially lore-driven, it will continue into fall, then winter, and so on.

Once I post the beginning post, asks will open for the bois! I will leave asks open for a full 24 hours after each response to an ask, then they will close and another 24 hours will go by for me to make the art in response to an ask of my choice. If I have some time, however, I may answer multiple asks in one day! Stay tuned and feel free to drop a follow!

#sleepy bois inc #sleepyboisinc #sleepy bois family #sleepy bois au #tommyinnit #tommyinnit au #wilbur soot #wilbur soot au #technoblade #technoblade au #philza #philza minecraft #philza au #philza minecraft au

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maple-leifarts · 10 months

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GO SUBMIT ASKS >>> @asksintheapartment

i worked so hard on the art please 😔

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fr-likes-chocolate · 9 months

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That’s it I’m making it.

It’s quiet uptown

An SBI foster Fic.

Pt 1/??

←→←→←→

Wilbur’s journal

Hey. My name is Wilbur, I am a foster kid who lives with my twin Technoblade, along with our foster parent, Tommy Innit. He's a killjoy and a bitch but he cares for us. Anyway, I am finally deciding to use this journal because Tommy is bringing in a new kid who is really high-maintenance. He didn't tell us why though. My guess is the kid is low functioning autistic. Techno guessed PTSD. I call bs on that. Tommy said he still had his biological family, they just couldn't care for him. Whatever the reason, I still don't want this kid coming. He's going to be a nuisance to live with, and probably take up all of Tommy’s time. I'll document my feelings going forward.

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Phil’s handler (boob man hehe)

Hey Thomas I just wanted to check on you and ask how Phil is.

Heyyyyyyy Ranboo, how are ya big man? Phil is fine, Techno and Wilbur are showing him around the house at the moment. (you can call me Tommy btw)

Phil’s handler (boob man hehe)

Alright then, I will come by in a week or so to check up on Phil. Are you sure you know how to operate all of the medical equipment for Phil? He knows how to most of it but id rather not risk it. (also ill call you tommy when you take boob man off my contact.)

How did you know about that? Anyway yeah I know how to work it. Phil should be fine.

Phil’s handler

Just take the damn boob man off.

*image included*

Here you go. I took it off

Phil’s handler (boob man I won't change it)

Thank you.

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Wilbur’s journal

Update: this new kid is weird. Tommy had us take him on a tour of the house, and when we got to his room, he went inside and laid down on the bed. He refused to budge and just fell asleep. Me and Techno didn’t know why till we saw the stuff downstairs. It was creepy, to be honest, this kid needed a bunch of medical devices to monitor him while he slept apparently. Tommy sat us down and explained everything not that he had more details. This kid was born very prematurely and has health problems because of it. The kid, Phillip, his parents couldn’t pay the monthly fees to care for him, so they decided to give him up to someone who could, namely Tommy. Overall I cannot help but feel bad for the kid. Techno calls it character development, I call it basic sympathy.

(haha part one done, you cant escape this)

#philza #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #technoblade au #sbi fanfic #Philza au #age swap au #hamilton song #its quiet uptown #AHAHA ENJOY WHILE YOU CAN I WILL HAVE MY ANGST

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poetsinnyc · 11 months

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just a lil au i’ve been half-developing :) only have a prologue to introduce techno & phil but i like how it’s looking & figured i’d share

it’s fantasy & includes depictions of techno in a fighting ring so if you don’t like that kinda thing…. maybe this one isn’t for you

Techno does not remember anything before the Pit, nor how he arrived or how long he’s been here. For all he knows, his mother could have spat him out of her womb and taught him to punch before he could speak. His first words were not names for his parents but names of those he was to kill or die trying. There was no life before the Pit and he is sure there will be no life after. His life began here and here it will end.

So he tightens his fists, unsure if the grip is willing or if the blood on his palms has cemented his fingers in place. He’s unsure if he cares. Distantly, he hears an echoing voice announcing the name of his next opponent, his next victim, the next disembodied voice inside his head.

The crowd’s cries become indistinguishable from the grating noise of the iron bars lifting to release another fighter. Techno’s eyes don’t linger on the boy—for that’s all he is, not even a man—and ignores the rising guilt. This is how things must go. (The boy is trembling.) This is how he must survive. (So young. Was Techno once this young?) He raises his hands. (Did he once shake with fear?) He swings. (Poor child. Who put him here?) The boy dodges and tries to throw his own punch. It’s weak, and Techno doesn’t strain to catch it. The boy’s eyes are wide. He’s heard Techno’s reputation. Everyone has. He knows who he’s been put up against. He knows how this will end.

Techno kicks. The boy falls. Techno swings. The boy dies. The crowd roars. Money is exchanged.

The voices echo, Why should others receive mercy when we received none?

Another opponent is released. This is how things must go.

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Under a clear night sky, in the valley between two mountains, there is a kingdom. In the kingdom is a house, far bigger than the others but not a palace. In that house is a man. The crown on his nightstand makes him a king, but right now he is as ordinary as any citizen of his realm. He’s leaning out the window of his second-story bedroom. Behind him, the sheets of his bed lay tousled and wrinkled. Philza is restless.

He can feel the coming change in Zephyr’s winds, in the ripples of Vepo’s lakes. Even his patron has gone unusually quiet. Once, they would chat over tea for hours at a time, conversation trailing this way and that. But now, Phil has to make himself content with brief dreams and convoluted answers.

Something is brewing, something bigger than him, enough to beckons the gods’ attention away from their beloved mortals.

He closes his eyes and sends a prayer to his patron, a request for any assistance she can provide.

Silence. He sighs.

This is the way things must go, he supposes.

#despite fic #emerald duo #philza au #technoblade au #emerald duo fic

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angelsandarsenic · 2 years

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Dream SMP Top Gun AU

The Kingdom of Essmpi and The Antarctic Empire are at war. A year in, the Antarctic Empire created an elite school for the top one percent of its pilots. Its purpose was to teach the lost art of aerial combat and ensure that the handful of students who graduated were the best fighter pilots in the world.

They succeeded.

Today, the AE military calls it Fighter Weapons School. The flyers call it Top Gun

The Original Legends

Wilbur and Tommy moved to the Antarctic Empire a couple years ago, when Tommy was just a baby. Of course, by moved, Wilbur tells Tommy, that means they were sent into the AE by their parents when L’Manburg was being taken over by Essempi. It’s all but a crater now, but Wilbur still keeps that flag in his room. He's in the AE navy now, and Tommy tells him he wants to be just like him when he's older--even better. Wilbur tells him not to.

Phil and Techno have been friends and copilots since the very beginning, quickly rising through the ranks to become the two most notorious fliers in the entire air force. Techno is the calm and stoic counter to Phil’s expressive and hyperactive youth, despite him being actually slightly younger. They work together without even having to speak, unfortunately making the top gun instructors split them up as much as possible. Both are fearless and overly eager to improve as much as they can (and show off, of course). They have matching aviator jackets.

Another former citizen of Essempi, Eret doesn’t talk much about their past, where she came from or where they learned to fly. People stopped asking after a while, never getting an answer. only Techno realized Eret was deflecting. He was suspicious at first but they soon became good friends; Eret even became Techno’s default partner when he couldn’t be with Phil.

Having been sailing since she was just a toddler, Puffy was all set to follow her family's military legacy and become the best captain in the navy and probably a multi-starred general. However, as soon as she saw the navy planes coming in to land on her ship and shooting each other down in their fancy dances over her water, she knew she had to be one. She was a natural. Her family was disappointed, but once she got into Top Gun, they couldn’t be more proud.

Phil-call sign: Angel

Eret-call sign: Royal

Techno-call sign: The Blade

Puffy-call sign: The Captain

Wilbur-call sign: Orpheus

When they first got to Top Gun, no one expected how it would end. Least of all Phil. But now isn't the time for that. Now, in the beginning, Phil is the most genius flyer the Antarctic Empire military has ever seen, though they loathe to admit it, because as incredible as Phil is, he's equally as reckless, especially when he flies on his own. He knows he's good and he wants to be the undisputed best, but even more than that he's just loves what he does. Phil wants to reach the very limits, see just how far he can go—one with his plane as he reaches a hand out to caress the skyline.

His classmates at Top Gun are easy to get along with (especially the smart as a whip instructor, Kristen) and Phil quickly becomes a sort of mother hen of the group, most of all to Wilbur. Being split from Techno so often usually puts him (or Tech) with Wilbur and they become even closer than the rest of the group. Wilbur is just as reckless and daring as Phil, if not even more so. Soon, Wilbur and Tommy are spending the holidays at the Craft house with Kristen, practically becoming family. “Tommy looks just like you,” Wilbur tells Phil wistfully. “He acts like you too.” There’s an unspoken end to that sentence hanging in the air. Phil laughs, eyes crinkling in a fond smile. He ruffles both Soot boys’ hair and pulls them into a hug.

When Wilbur betrays them, it’s right over the former country of L’manberg. He isn’t answering his comms, isn’t responding to orders and isn’t flying the plan. Phil had thought he had been acting strangely lately, but he had refused to talk about it. Now, with Wilbur suddenly pulling a risky aerial maneuver that almost runs into Puffy and putting himself directly behind the rest of the Top Gun students, Phil has a sudden moment of realization just before he starts shooting. Miraculously, no one dies, but Puffy gets shot out of the air and has to eject. The rest of them scatter, Eret and Techno going off in one direction and Phil and Wilbur ending up in a death defying dog fight that almost kills them both. Phil tries desperately to get through to Wilbur and make him see sense, but all he gets in reply is static and cut out words, the only distinguishable bit being something about “my L’manberg”. Spiraling way below the hard deck, close enough to the ground to see Puffy’s struggling form under her parachute, he decides he has to kill Wilbur, for the sake of all their lives.

When they return, Eret is nowhere to be seen and Techno is all silent fury, only mumbling “she said ‘it was never meant to be’”.

The Next Generation

Tommy got his nickname, Wildfire, from his unpredictable and dangerous stunts, as well as his need for speed. You can hear him whooping in the sky when he flies and both in and out of the planes, his enthusiasm spreads like Wildfire. He thanks Wilbur for becoming a pilot, otherwise he would never have found his favorite activity. However, he kept being held back from advancing in the Antarctic Empire military because officials would see the last name Soot and hold it against him. He would have been dishonorably discharged for some silly antic by now had Philza not been avidly vouching for him behind the scenes the whole time.

Tubbo and Ranboo have been flying together for the last two years. Each got their nicknames for what they do best—Tubbo, being the youngest pilot to ever fly bombs, even being so good as to be qualified to send a nuke and Ranboo as the air force’s resident sharpshooter, both with handheld guns of all kinds and on planes. He’s competed against the other divisions and always comes out on top, not that they’re happy to admit it, but if you ever need accurate aim, he’s easily the most reliable. They’d both seen Tommy around, but became friends with him in Top Gun and clicked fast, despite Tommy’s constant beef with Phil causing some problems.

Aimsey has always wanted to be a pilot, but thanks to getting her pilots license young, she realized that she couldn’t get the excitement she needed from doing commercial jobs. Their willingness to fight for the country isn’t particularly strong, but their daring and accept all challenges attitude helped them advance quickly. They got their nickname because despite looking like an 11 year old and won’t stop painting daisies on everything, they can and will kick your ass and are most likely to commit arson.

Fundy is a bit of an outcast in the class. Not because of any dislike from anyone, he’s just quiet. The others became friends quite quickly and are all still friendly to him, but he thinks he’s better than the rest of them while simultaneously being insecure that he doesn’t belong there. He knows he’s only top of the class because Tommy gets into so much trouble. He used to be reliable, but after years of doing his best just not quite being good enough, he stopped caring (and actually became the critical one). Ironically, that’s when he really improved. People still call Fundy Furry despite his constant protests. He has on and off great and shitty moments with everyone.

Tommy-call sign: Wildfire

Tubbo-call sign: Nuke

Ranboo-call sign: Sniper

Aimsey-call sign: Trick

Fundy-call sign: Foxy

Tommy was elated to be invited to Top Gun and be instructed by a “national hero”. When he found out that that “hero” was Philza, he wished he could leave. He hated the way Phil looked at him, as if it wasn’t his fault that his brother was dead. (He doesn’t know the truth. He knows that one day a military officer showed up to his house, handed him a folded Antarctic Empire flag and told him his brother had been killed “in a tragic friendly fire accident”. He knew that he went to his brother’s funeral and didn’t get to say goodbye because there was no one to say goodbye to.) Since he couldn’t leave, he made it his mission to be as much of a menace to Philza as he could (much like Rooster to Maverick). It maybe hurt a little bit not letting himself be on good terms with the man who had practically become a father to him and Wil, but blood was thicker than water and Tommy’s heart simultaneously wouldn’t allow it.

It was after being unfairly spared in one too many training exercises that Tommy blew up at Phil and finally learned the truth—how the man had pleaded with the higher ups not to tell the already devastated 14 year old that his brother was a traitor, how he hadn’t wanted to do it—gods he wished he didn’t—but Wilbur was a danger to everyone, how he can’t stand to pretend to shoot at Tommy both because he’s like a son and because he misses Wilbur almost as much as Tommy does. Of course, it’s hard to accept that after holding such a powerful grudge for so long, but his other instructor, Technoblade—a real hero in Tommy’s opinion, having eliminated the known traitor Eret even at the cost of their friendship—helps bring the two back together. They truly bond once again during a mission, when enemy planes shoot down Tommy and Phil refuses to leave him behind. He “crashes” his plane and joins Tommy behind enemy lines. Knowing that there’s an air base nearby, they plan to steal an enemy aircraft and escape in it. During the trek, Tommy confessed that Wilbur always talked about Phil as family. When they get home, after a very high risk escape, Phil officially adopts Tommy, though he refuses to get rid of the name Soot. Phil doesn’t mind.

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killin-kel · 3 months

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DREAM SMP FROZEN AU IN 2024?!! well, here you go!!

!no ships, only family dynamics!

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fizzlo-and-the-cubes · 2 months

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guys help i spun "ATLA Bloodbender Chayanne Who Is Afraid Of His Abilities" around in my head too fast and it turned into this. 'This' being "Former Warlord Phil Doesn't Know What Decade It Is And The Orphan Kids That Follow Him Around Have SO Much More Money Than He Does ($5.36). They Keep Calling Him Dad. And This Random Spirit No One Else Can Tell Is A Spirit Keeps Giving The Three Of Them Food. It's Hella Sus. Help Him."

Edit: alright i made a follow-up you can check out here

#qsmp #qsmp death family #qsmp au #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp philza #qsmp missa #i may have gotten. a bit carried away.#out of character for me i know

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art-making-grat · 1 year

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it’s done :D

#philza #philza fanart #art #mcyt #drawing #philza au #phil #minecraft #color #grayscale #enviromental #background #wolfythewitch #:)

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noxspost · 1 year

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chapter four Wax and metal

He watched as she grabbed his neck as she throws him to the ground, he could not understand what was happening but then her leg hit his chest with great strength as she started to say something before, she could finish as he felt very weak like a weakness potion was given to him

“SUNTAIL wait he still has to do the task-don’t try to kill him yet.” Said lady of death as suntail huffed and annoyance and God her foot off Phil, he whimpers in pain and prepared himself to sustain more injury.

“you’re right you are right Kristen.” She turned to refix her veil and pyro walked after her and lady death when both left, she let out a tried sigh “you might have screw up from what the fire did and you dumb thinking than you may realize.” She helps him up and dusted him. “I am stuck?” she nodded as both walked to the courtyard to finish what he started.

He was welcome not the sight of the court when he first enters the yard but a Roman or Greek arena, he was right in the middle of it. The stands were in four big tiers, and in the middle tier was where he saw suntail holding a stick and lady death was near the doors holding a pissed pyro back from the mortal human as suntail spoke echoing around the area.

“Welcome to the fighting ring mortal and pyro this is how thing will be decided. Phil if you can survive 10 minutes and get pyro down for the last ten or five seconds you will win pyro if you win well hmm that will be decided.”

Phil gulped in fear trying to push down the anxiety, the sound of metal being banged repeatedly came from one of his sides it was like death knocking at his door.

he sucked in a harsh breath as lady death handed him three things for defending himself two blades three daggers and some rope with the hook at the end for armor, she handed him a simple helmet.

She gave him a supportive nod and joined suntail on the stands this is a simple flick of the lever coming from suntail the gate separating him from pyro was finally gone and what weight on the other side was a snarling flame covered monstrous deer scales were in patches on his body as the hooves no claws touch the sand as he got closer and closer and closer like a predator about to kill its prey the flames burned hot blue and white. it made him feel extremely uncomfortable as he saw little glass prints from where the fire touched the sand.

Phil put on his helmet and prepared for battle, and they went full in. “for my brother.” He whispers as Pyro went in for the first swing nailing fills are right in the side slightly as immediately filled dodged and stumbled backwards slightly falling to the ground slightly but quickly getting back up immediately.

he swung one of the blades getting pyro's left shoulder lightly grazed enough to start some bleeding pyro looked at the wound slightly and launched directly at Phil with the ferocity of an angry tiger. Snarling and roaring and growling grunts and groans from pain from the struggle could be heard the beating sun hit Phil’s back.

it was uncomfortable but with a great heavy throw he got some bleeding coming from one of pyro's front legs, but a return pyro hit with great ferocity fills a square in the head the helmet thankfully protecting his fragile skull, but it caused some ringing in his ears. “Ow-not the time-ack!” he fell to the ground and barely getting out of the way of pyro's giant tail the sound of glass and sand being hit was great and imposing it was alarming and unsettling. “Do surrender?” growled pyro in broken English only muttering two words as he pinned the man down a claw going towards Phil's neck.

He immediately kicked the underbelly with as much force as he can muster it caused flinching unless wait to be on his chest and neck allowing him to run to the corner of the arena where saw suntail watching leaning in and anticipation despite him not seeing her face. Phil, could feel spiteful and petty happiness

As he heard the growls of a charging pyro he tries to climb or at least jump to avoid the antlers that came barreling towards him which he did barely God’s antlers made bruises on his backs of his legs. His adrenaline was pumping so hard that he could feel his heart right in his noggin thumped and thumped and thumped and thumped in a cursed drum beat as he laid his eyes on the purely enraged pyro, he realized who this was his brother would tell him stories of this God.

pyro who was sometimes short tempered sometimes not.

he was the God of fires foresight time itself timelines wildlife how his stories involved patients, passion among other things but when angered from what humans have done or were doing in his stories to his pantheon he was in or people he cared about he was like this charging monstrous deer with snake and dragon features.

But as he was distracted, pyro kicked him causing more bleeding from the sharp claws Phil lurched forward his back leaning forward he turned his hair now disheveled and matted he turned to look his eyes now blazing with anger as several miniature cuts could be seen on his face. Pyro backed up a little bit as he saw the floating hourglass show 5 more minutes remaining then with great force and anger mixing with adrenaline now empowering his movements and emotions he lunged with the 3 daggers he was given only using two like 2 swords who swung, and he slash getting more and more cuts and bruising and blood being spilled on the sand the smell of iron and copper was getting stronger now. “You wanted-ow- a fight pyro you shall-Umm uh- one.”

He struggled to keep words in a cohesive manner now he is snarling as he punched and cut a line under pyro’s eye and then he felt a shard grazed Phil’s skin they both looked at the hourglass again one minute left. Both were tired and wounded but Phil knew he wanted those wings he did not want to die. Both now were more desperate in their endeavors but as the hourglass ticked off the seconds pyro got Philza on the ground and there was only 15 seconds

“Surrender you ape.”

He spoke kicking the weapons out from Phil who could not reach for the blades but pull the dagger he still had and stab at the underside of pyro which cause blood to spill out on to Philza’s clothing and on pyro who was now unstable on his legs

“Never pyro.” He spat and got pyro on his back at the time was up

“Alright pyro, he has won!” yelled lady death as she walked with potions and bandages.

“Thanks Kristen.”

Said pyro wall repairing his wounds and some even heal on their own, but she went to Philza’s side and put a bottle to his lips “drink and those marks are going to leave scars.” Her voice was like a mother’s, and he drank the liquid “hmm-wha- ahhhhhh.” but a pain spike through his body and lady death was comforting holding his hair. He could feel each wound closing it was so disgusting as he heard skin being sow back together it finally stop and pyro walked off

“He is, okay?” asked Philza

“Yes, he is. He probably forgives you. he does not like it when fate or timelines are mess with because it more work for him, plumeria and Karl to fix.” He leaned on the woman feeling the aftermath of using so much adrenaline as she talks or humming a tone to the birds. He felt a bird sitting on his shoulder and a voice whispered on the wind, “hello brother.” Things started to blur again. He felt the effects of blood take hold

#kristen mumza #lady death #philza angst #philza au #ghost au #dsmp #angst #gods #dream smp mumza #philza minecraft #dream smp #magic #mortals making dumb deal with gods #hubris being the fall

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