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Inspired by @finnitesimal​‘s wonderful comic which rewired something in my brain please check it out, and enjoy the fic!
The turning of the clock is the only indication that the final day had come upon them all. The night continues to stretch on into infinity, like this island's last attempt to cause further strife to the eggs and their parents.
Phil is standing guard again while Chayanne sleeps. It's a terrible habit he's picked up since the first nightmare. Even knowing that his egg is sound asleep in an impenetrable fortress he built, Phil doesn't feel like he can rest easy, especially tonight of all nights. There's no telling who or what is coming for his egg, but Phil knows that he'll fight tooth and nail to keep them away from Chayanne.
A shadow sweeps by out of the corner of his eye, startling Phil enough to reach for his bow before he realizes who's climbed onto the wall. It's only Missa, practically camouflaged as one of those beefed-up mobs on the ground with his skull mask and dark cloak. The rippling fabric draws Phil's eyes as his partner walks closer, a hypnotic shade of black so deep that it almost reminds Phil of the Void itself.
With the hood pulled up over Missa's face, shadows completely consume the half of his face that isn't covered by the skull. Phil can't make out any of Missa's expressions, but his shoulders do relax slightly when he hears the teasing warmth in his partner's voice. "No monsters, yet, right?"
"No," Phil admits, lifting one shoulder in a tense shrug. "Doesn't mean that they couldn't show up any moment though, right? I mean, the island admins spoke with a lot of certainty, and they've kidnapped our eggs once before. Wouldn't put it past them to try it again."
Missa nods in silent agreement. His cloak seems longer than Phil remembers it being, completely consuming the rest of his clothes and spilling out around his feet like a puddle of spilled ink. "It isn't going to be nighttime for much longer, Philza. Pronto será el amanecer."
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behrjbehr · 1 year
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Philza and his sun (son)
Some cSandduo for all of you!
I love drawing cPhil now that I have an actual design for him.
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onesaltyerik · 1 month
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The short one shot from ages ago has been edited.
Preview:
He remembered the peace in that moment, those early hours of morning that slowly crept up with the faint pink streak of dawn. 
If he could live any memory again for eternity, it would have been that.
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SBI whumptober day 11!!
Accident//Torture//"It's not even that bad."
-Emduo
-Sam's here
-3k words
-Comfort/Happy ending
For You, The World
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sbibingo · 1 year
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SBI 2023 SUMMER BINGO!
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Greetings!! It's been a while, but great news! Our 2023 Summer SBI Bingo is ready to start! It will run from June 1st to August 18th!
Here's what you need to know: Signs ups will begin May 1st and end May 15th so you have a two week period to join the event. You can sign up using the google form HERE!  then, all you need to do is wait until May 25th to be emailed your Bingo Card and get to filling out your preferred prompts! We will be releasing prompts on odd days from June 1st to August 18th; that is 40 prompts. Your board will have 24 randomized prompts from that list, and a free space. For more information on our schedule and guidelines, please check the Information Sheet HERE! Chances are any questions you have will be answered there. If they aren't, we also encourage you to ask questions in our ⁠Discord HERE! We recommend checking out ⁠event-information for links and the quick schedule!
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I would also Say that anything made for this bingo can be tagged as #SBIBingo2023  and I will do My best to reblog it! 
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Hello! I want to say that your works are amazing! I love the little details you include into the stories and how you make the original request even better then it was! I'm also here to request, if you dont mind! Can I request a male reader with vitiligo in his skin and hair with Philza, Techno & Tommy? It's a disease that creates bloches of your skin to lose pigment and color to appear lighter then your original skin color! Or hair color too in this case. You are welcome to ignore/delete this I'd you happen to be busy, and one last kudos to your work before I end up typing more then needed lol.
Thank you so much for the kind words and thank you even more for the patience. This isn't as long as i'd like it to be but I'm still getting back into the groove of writing, I hope you like it :}
Philza and Techno x Male Reader with Vitiligo (No pronouns mentioned)
Philza
-I feel like anything that makes you 'different' from the average person is the stuff he likes the most -If you're willing to see past the things that he hates about himself and call him pretty he's just at willing, maybe even more willing, to praise your differences -If anyone says otherwise he can and will beat them.
-The fact that you are two guys makes him even more defensive and protective of you
-He loves clothes that show off a bit of skin -Not hornie, he just likes being able to see the gorgeous markings on your skin if you're comfortable wearing that kind of clothes
-There's probably been times where he mistakes parts of the pattern on your skin as scars when taking just a quick glance at you. -He's seen the people in the DreamSMP and how their scars can look, he's scared that one day the same might happen to you.
-He has children, he probably knows how to do hair and uses that to appreciate your hair if it's not very easy to see the blotches of different color -If you want to dye your hair he'll be a little sad -But he'll make sure you know that your natural hair is nice, but if you're happy expressing yourself he's happy
-Makes sure you almost never feel insecure about your vitiligo -He will always be right there to comfort you if comments from other people or the voices in your hair become too much -So many compliments and praises about how handsome you are and how strong you are for being able to power through
-He loves the days where he can just lay in bed with you and just get a good, long, look at you -It doesn't matter how many times he's done it, he will always be infatuated with how gorgeous you are.
-If you're having trouble sleeping he is willing to stay awake until you fall asleep and softly trace the shapes across your body -He already doesn't usually fall asleep before you, no harm in helping your sleep in the process -And when the two of you wake up he kisses any/all spots of different color on your face
-Good vibes all around
Techno
-He could care less that you have vitiligo -It's not life threatening or contagious so he doesn't really mind it -But once you two get closer, ohoho, he just find everything about you amazing -Especially your cool skin and hair -But he will never admit this stuff
-You get to gently caress his skin when looking for and taking care of any injuries, it's only fair he gets to do the same -It's def just an excuse to get a closer look and all the little details on your skin. Vitiligo or not, he loves it.
-He refuses to spar with you in fear of bruising or hurting you -No matter how much you try to convince him that it's fine he will never try to spar you upon his own will -If he ever does hurt you he refuses to forgive himself for it and tries his best to make sure you don't get any permanent marks
-Unless it's his family he will severely harm anyone who dares to speak bad about you -If it is his family he'll give them a very stern talking to with axe in hand -But usually if this person treats you like you're below them, he will make sure they know that the two of you are high above them
-He doesn't like pda, but if he's feeling extra good or extra protective he will lace a hand with yours -He'll give you the suggestion of playing with his rings and only then will he continue with his plot to trace the shapes on your hand
-"Accidentally" stays up too late just to be able to look at you -He is just infatuated with you, every tiny thing makes him fall more and more in love
-It just gets cuter and cuter the closer you two get
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ludicrousone · 1 year
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Vigilante!Tommy AU
https://twitter.com/ex_zephyrAU where Tommy is a vigilante who instead of fighting crime illegally, stays behind after villain and hero fights to help the people gravely injured and unable to say goodbye to their loved ones. He writes their last words, their promises and their love and send it to the family
His ability deals with emotional manipulation. He can manipulate a person's ability to get sad, or angry, or calm. He sits by those who bleed out slowly, angry at the heroes and villains to be so careless and cruel when it comes to civilians. Public protection is underpayed and
Not well-mantained, emergency services take too long to navigate through rubble and fire. So he instead has to be there for them, those poor children and souls who can never see their families all due to the carelessness of both heroes and villains.
He strays away from battles He's simply there for the public, to show them atleast someone cares for their deaths. And while Villain Philza is has the moniker "The Angel of Death." Tommy was named "The Angel of Peace." One who shall be the guiding and omnipresent light.
One day however, Sleepy Bois inc stay back after a fight, hidden in one of the broken civilian buildings. Villain!Wilbur looked up at the sound of footsteps while Techno attempted to bandage up Philza's wounds. There, Amidst the rubble, Stands a blonde-haired boy in a mask, who
stood beside a dying couple. He knelt in front of them and placed a hand on their intertwined ones. His blue eyes sad yet expecting. The wife had passed, but the husband was still there, They had a son, barely a toddler. Whispered assurances, barely loud enough to be heard
were spoken by the boy as the husband took his last, dying breath with a light smile on his face, at peace of the fact that he, and his family would be in good hands. Wilbur was silent, he could see Technoblade and Philza appraising the young boy too.
The boy looked over as if he felt eyes on him, locking eyes with Wilbur. Sky blue to chocolate brown. The boy's eyes hardened and he turned. And "The Angel of Peace" left without a word with rubble breaking beneath the soles of his worn-out shoes. They didn't follow.
Anyways follow my twitter and A03 lmao:
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caged-crows · 10 months
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roxiezsxx · 11 days
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Song headcannons for my angel dsmp au.
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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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briarlovesginny · 9 months
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The Clues of Tragedy as told by Philza Minecraft
ways to say i love you number 35: as a goodbye 💕(platonic)
this is a part of the 35 ways to say "i love you" writing collection. check out the rest!
PREVIEW/SYNOPSIS:
"At the present moment, noise is the ever-slowing drip of his son’s blood onto the ground as it sieves through Phil’s trembling fingers. If Phil had not been holding the body of his dead son, he would be thinking about all of this." (or, the cycle of tragedy as told by a man experiencing it himself for the first time)
content warnings: depictions of war and violence, blood, death/ corpse, grief
There is a rock on the ground that looks like a broken heart. This, if you are as old as he is, is the first clue of a tragedy. 
People always describe wars as large, sweeping events, numbers and heroes and bloodshed and tears. But when Phil remembers the wars he has fought, he remembers very little of those things. What he does remember: a child with only one shoe, trying to tie their shoelace for some semblance of normalcy; bakers handing out fire-resistant gloves to rescue workers, to help sort through charred rubble; a man tearfully volunteering his life’s worth of intricately woven blankets and scarves as burial shrouds. Right now, there are many small rocks shattered into frightful existence by the explosions, but only one of them looks like a broken heart.
There are still explosions echoing around in his ears as stray bits of gunpowder light below him. There are enough screams that poets might have called it a chorus, but he knows better. There is no poetry for screaming. Noise is another clue of a tragedy.
Sound never truly stops-- as true as it is that you will never hear true silence in nature, you will never hear true silence during destruction. After the first round of noise-- whether it be a single arrow whistling through the wind, a blade unsheathed, or a thump, those young enough to be naive will recall a vacuum of noise, the winds’ howls paused as the world collapses around them. But the winds do not stop for the end of the world, and those as weathered as Phil know that noise never truly stops. Noise is this: waves lapping at the shore of new rubble, groans of pain that no one remembers making, then the screams that they do; noise is reaction, and action, and inaction, and it is always making and being made, even when life ends. At the present moment, noise is the ever-slowing drip of his son’s blood onto the ground as it sieves through Phil’s trembling fingers. 
If Phil had not been holding the body of his dead son, he would be thinking about all of this. He was well versed in tragedy-- some civilizations even cited him as the birth of it. How ironic that he used to brush them off. Tragedy is inevitable, he would say to those who asked. I am simply passing by. But right now, for the first time in his life, he agreed. Tragedy was a cycle. A cycle that he was cradling in his arms, a cycle that he watched be born, take its first steps, write its first song. A tragedy that built mini-cities and tore them down, that smiled every time it saw a songbird, a tragedy who laughed when its father dropped its birthday cake instead of crying. A tragedy that was open windows and fresh breezes, and a serious look in its face as it learned how to play a song. Phil had never felt so ancient as he did, watching the cycle of a tragedy from birth to death, never felt more deserving of the title of God many had tried to conceive him as. This was a Godhood so human and tainted that he could never have imagined it, so innate that it was laughable he hadn’t seen it before. 
Grief, he thought, that is another clue of a tragedy.
His head whipped around as a new kind of explosion started, and the skies darkened as undead monsters grew their sinews out of soil and bone and soul. Silence never lasted in tragedy, nor was there any time for it. He gently set down the burned and torn thing that is-- was?-- his son, but not before kissing its head so folly it could have been a brush from one of his many feathers. 
“I love you.” He said before leaving, understanding at last the last clue of a tragedy.
A goodbye.
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"Okay, well, first of all, you're the one giving me this sugar, Phil. And second of all—" Sneeg burps, wipes the crumbs of sugar from his chin, and then licks the rest of it off his finger before continuing. "If we're going to talk addictions, why don't we talk about your golden apple problem, huh?"
Immediately, Phil scoffs in dismissal, even as his feathers fluff up in indignation. "I don't— I don't have a golden apple problem, Sneeg, that's ridiculous."
"Is it?" Sneeg challenges. "Because I know you hoard that stuff like crazy, Phil, and don't think I haven't noticed the way you get all, like, with that extra absorption and stuff."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Phil deflects, fingers twitching as he fails to fight the urge to reach into his pocket and run the edges of his talons against the golden fruit.
hi i went bonkers over the osmp stream and wrote a one shot about o!phil and o!sneeg’s incredibly dysfunctional relationship . enjoy!!
please reblog :)
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Oink P1 -Short bc i want more action in part 2-
requested by @KaiMick1 on wattpad  -Child Yn also he/him- Part one will be Philza x Reader Part two is Techno x Reader 
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Yn, who had lost both his parents and his tribe, sat on the nether floor and stared at the lava while tears streamed down his face. When Yn heard footsteps, he swiftly spun around to see a tall, blond man with two black wings sprouting from his back. He was wearing a green hat and robe. Slowly rising to his feet, Yn made a squeaky grunting sound.
The man turned and smiled as he turned to face Yn. Yn stomped his feet and waved at the male, who waved back while his tail waggled. His tail began to wag faster as he approached the male and stopped directly in front of him. "Hey kiddo," the blonde remarked as he crouched down and rubbed Yn's head. Yn made a grunting noise and bumped the man's palm.
"You are the cutest little piglin,"  The male sprang back as Yn squealed and shouted, "P-piglin." He then looked over the piglin, which he could now see had more human features, just like his son. "You can talk?" he said. " I'm Philza, what's your name," Yn tilting his head. After pausing, Yn exclaimed, "Yn!" and grunted.
"Well, Yn, you make me think of my son, who is roughly your age." "son!" Phil laughed as Yn squealed and snorted, "Yeah, his name is Technoblade, perhaps you can meet him." Yn waggled his tail and nodded.
--3 days later--
As Yn waited for Philza to return in front of a glowing portal, the portal began to whirl and create loud noises, causing Yn to flick his ears back. Yn immediately hugged Philza's legs and said, "Philza!" " Do you want to come with me, Yn" Philza asked making Yn to nod and attempt to enter the portal. As soon as he joined, Philza grabbed hold of Yn and pulled him into the portal so they could travel together.
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onesaltyerik · 26 days
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I didn't see any fics yet of the duel Chayanne and Philza had so I made one.
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“Well then, brat. I see thou knowest the purpose of mine visit, clever one.” the man…puppet…mimicked Chayanne’s stance as he drew his own blade. A mockery of how Philza would have moved. 
“Perhaps if thine presence is such distraction for mine vassal’s purpose here,” Not-Philza’s head tilted the other way, clicking as bone shifted unnaturally against itself. “Then a culling is in due order.”  
Chayanne lunged. 
“Give me back my father you shit!” 
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SBI Whumptober day 7
Old Injuries//Marked by death//"I feel like I lost a part of myself" -Emduo -Angst -2k words -Comfort/Happy ending To Love You is to Forgive You(To Hold You)
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I'll Remember Your Eyes When You're Gone - Chapter 15: The Messengers
"So he sent this one, when not even a second later another crown had flown inside Phil’s room, holding yet another note. Phil was surprised, to say the least, but it would soon change. 
What started with Kristins third letter, “ah, sameee, I’m still full of feelings about it”, ended in the two exchanging letters for much longer than they usually did." 
In this one, they ruin their sleep schedule!
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Here’s my @mcytblraufest fic! A o!Philza-centric sand duo royalty au for @aen0nnnn!
Summary:
Wilbur smiled back only for a moment, before his eyes trailed down to the avian resting at his side. He looked back at his father, a pensive expression on his face. “Can you stay?” He asked slowly, and like he wished to twist the knife digging into Phil’s chest, he added, “I’m scared.” No matter the exhaustion on his face, the tiredness in his voice, his own maturity and intelligence—he was Phil’s son. And he was so young. God, he’d never sounded quite so young.
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A royalty AU sand duo origins oneshot where Phil is an emperor and Wilbur falls sick. The cure lies in the hand of his enemy, the empress of the End, and Phil is forced to make a decision.
Here’s a playlist to go along with it!
taglist below the cut :D reblogs are appreciated!!
@cupsmp cup my beloved :]
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