#philza fluff

[batwritings]

Here me out. (Take this as either a request or just my rambles.)

Pure FLUFF.

Having a long day of just traveling around, trading and such - nothing went your way, people seemed snappier than normal and overall your day wasn't great. But when you get home, a warm hug and black fluffy wings wrapping around you as Phil cheers you up and reminds you that there's always tomorrow.

... is it obvious I want a hug from Phil?

-🃏

Listen, if that man (c! and cc!) doesn't give the BEST dad hugs, I feel like this is the wrong timeline. Enjoy~!

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Seeing the lanterns of Phil's house in the distance was honestly the best sight you'd seen all day. Everything just seemed to be against you as far as you were concerned. You didn't know what deity or entity you'd pissed off to deserve a day like today, but wow was it rude.

Before you could even lay hands on the cold wood door, it swung open. Pitch black feathers like the night sky the followed you enveloped your body. Warm, strong arms held you tight as they pulled in you inside, out of the cold.

"They were watching again, huh?" you mumbled into his chest. It was so warm and welcoming, you'd nearly forgotten how terrible your day had been, just sitting here in his arms.

"Just a bit," Phil chuckled, pulling away to look at you proper. "Someone's gotta keep an eye on you when I can't." He took in your messy visage, a few new cuts and bruises that mingled a little too well with the dark circles under your eyes. As much as he wanted to scold you for being reckless, he knew there would be plenty of time for him to go dad mode. "C'mon mate, soup's on."

You followed without complaint, your weary steps gaining more life as they adjusted to the warmth of Phil's cabin. Anything was better than the frigid tundra outside now that night had fallen. You flopped into a chair as Phil slid a bowl of stew in front of you.

"Was today as bad as they were saying?" the blond asked as he fixed himself a serving. You stopped mid bite to look at him with the most serious look you'd had in a long while. 'Oh boy,' the hybrid man thought as he watched you set down your spoon and cracked your knuckles loudly.

Phil was patient as he listened to you tell your tale of your absolutely horrid day. Strays found your hideout early on your way back when you first started your day (which explained the new tears in your cloak) and then the portal wasn't working right so you had to go mining for more flint. The piglins were absolutely horrendous in their evaluation of the gold you had, lending you to have less than ideal trades. Some of the farmers threw an absolute fit when you were trying to haggle with them to the point they almost had you in tears.

"And THEN--," you gasped, on the verge of a breakdown. Phil knew he had to intervene, for your sanity.

"Alright mate, settle down a minute," he hushed gently. You swore it was a dad thing because immediately you settled, your rage quelled for the moment. "C'mere." the bird man pulled you to your feet, leading you to the small little nest he'd built in front of his ever-going fireplace.

You settled yourself beside him, his good wing wrapping itself around your slightly chilled form. "Today sucked," Phil started with a sigh. "That's an understatement. But the nice thing is, this isn't every day yeah? And you made it through. There's always tomorrow to try again."

You let Phil's wise words settle in your brain. They were so simple, so seemingly minuscule, but you could feel the weight they carried. Maybe it was because it was who it came from, maybe it was because you knew the experience that the blond had so his words had to have some form of knowledge behind them.

Regardless, as you leaned into your feathered friend, you somehow knew tomorrow might not be so bad.

#bat writes #anon reqs #🃏anon #philza fluff #mcyt fluff #dsmp fluff

[verynerdybitch]

hear me out |fanfic below

alright so we all know that there is some disourse/confusion of who canonically/ fanon are philzas children and the connection with mumza in dsmp lore so hear me out with this fic below... (if your not intrested dont keep reading) TW the fic has mentions of gore, blood, death, murder, memory loss, and other stuff that may be triggering so be warned! but other then that its fine for any age

it’s hasent been read over or edited any really also idk the count but it’s kind of long lmao

The bastion stood before him. the bubbling lava provided a warm glow along his long black feathers as he flew around the blackstone bricks. He had been scouting this one for a long time as he prepared to mine through the nether rack into the fortress. He could already hear the snorts and murmurs of the piglins inside. Carefully he equipped a pair of handsome golden boots. Soon he enter the prison, sword in hand. He looked around before he headed deeper into the camp. He then saw his first guard and took him out from a distance. He wiped the extra blood from his brow. (Careful to leave some for his blade). And with this first kill she was summoned. The goddess of death. Silently she floated aross the realms down to the netherworld. Carefully she collected the soul of the guard. as she placed a kiss apon his brow his spirt was transformed into a beautiful black crow. She had heard of the warrior who had claimed his soul before. Although they had never meet one on one before she had admired him from a distance. Part of her wishing for her to claim him as one of her feathered guardens, others deep down knew that it wouldn’t be likely as they had been in their dance of life and death for centuries. Meanwhile he had began to loot the chest of the prison, careful to not fall into the many lava filled cracks as he gently hovered with his large wings. But as he began to examine a large golden blade over his shoulder he saw a larger piglin. She had adorned a large golden crown, adorned with bright emeralds. And within a breath and the lift of a crossbow she was down. Unlike the guard this alerted a variety of piglin folks within the vicinity and more lives had been claimed. Just as she had before she gone over to each of the blooded bodies to claim them. Until she reached the royal. As she claimed her, she saw a small piglin son. Underneath his fallen mother he shivered as he gazed at the large godly woman. “ oh dear” of course she had dealt with the souls of parents and their living children something about this one was different as he glazed at her. His eyes glazed, one with a small scar above his eye . “Come with me little one” her arm stretched for him. He looked at his mother, then the goddess. Quickly he collected his mothers fallen crown from before her before giving her one last glance before she took the hand of the goddess. Although she was familiar with the warriors blood lust she was also Familiar of his fatherly tendency. She guided him closer to the warrior as the royal mother’s phantom followed behind to the crows beconing. “Hello Philza” she beconded, her voice echoed arose the plane. In a Swift turn he first raised his blade. But when he saw the goddess he had been stunned by her. “Greetings goddess” he bowed in his fashion to show his respects. “This soul..” she spoke as she claimed the aspersion to her crow army. “I don’t normally do this but… this one feels different.” She spoke as she peared down at the child. “Goddess?” He spoke. “Please Phil call me Kristen”.

Follow for pt 2 :DD

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[emiweee]

SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING!! I’m back with a peace offering of em duo art :3!

#art #fanart #mcyt #emduo #technoblade #technoblade fanart #emerald duo #sbi #philza minecraft fanart #philza minecraft #philza fanart #sbi fanart #wings #domestic fluff #eueueueue #platonic #background is photobashed

[poraphia]

“PDA: Public Displays of Affection”

pairing • secret relationship!wilbur x reader 1448 words • 9.1.23 containing • secret relationship, sorry boys production, immense affection my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

“We’re about to film a new Sorry video. Want to give me a good luck kiss first?”

♡♡♡

There’s one thing about Tom Simons that everybody knows the moment you click on one of his videos.

Some viewers may find him annoying at first,

And frankly, it’s not like he’s wrong.

After Wilbur and I started dating we came to an agreement to keep our relationship a secret. There were a multitude of reasons for this. For one, we wanted to enjoy the relationship for ourselves and because of Wilbur’s music and streaming career, it would have been impossible to relish in such when there are hundreds of thousands of eyes on you. This leads to our next reason. Most of Wilbur’s friends are streamers, vloggers, gamers, you name it. That being said, most of the time we find cameras on us already. So, in order to keep up with our special secret, we tell our friends that we’re not dating so that it’s a much easier job keeping it on the down low.

So what happens when a younger boy who considers himself Wilbur’s brother constantly sees a woman constantly with Wilbur? Well, you’ll see for yourself.

I’m known to be Wilbur’s co-filmer and editor in his fanbase, meaning that even if we weren’t dating, I had to be constantly around him to help out with video planning and creating a digital diary as he was on tour. This week his friends were all coming to Brighton to shoot Chapter 2 for their Sorry! improv group.

It was the morning of, and I was met by the familiar, warming embrace of his arms slithering around my body. I scoot back a little bit, feeling his heartbeat steadily beat against my back. “Hey, are you awake?” He groggled out in a raspy morning face. I hummed in response, taking one of his hands to kiss the center of his palm. He pulled me closer to his chest as the fabric beneath us crinkled.

“I’m so sleepy…” I mumbled. With his hand, Wilbur smoothed my cheek, caressing my skin. I melted in his touch.

“I know, but we have to get up soon, darling,” He whispered. Gently, with his arm still wrapped around me, he sat us up in the bed. The morning sun peaked through the slightly open blinds, decorating our skin with streaks of light. He buried his face into the crook of my neck as the drowsiness slowly drained from me. His arms kept firmly around my torso, holding me as close as he could. Once we felt ready to get out of bed, we walked into the kitchen as I prepared a quick breakfast for the both of us.

“Do you want strawberry parfait for breakfast, my love?” I asked, looking inside the fridge.

“Yes, please.” He smiled. I nodded before grabbing the container of syrupy strawberries and Greek yogurt. Wilbur went inside the pantry to find the box of graham crackers. After he finished crushing them, he noticed me standing on my tippy toes to reach for the two glasses on the highest shelf. With a cheeky smirk, he walked behind me and lifted me up by the waist, earning a slight eep of surprise. Nonetheless, I was able to reach the glasses before he placed me back down with my feet touching the cold tile floor. I turned around, awarding him with a quick peck on the chin, before continuing on making our breakfast.

Sometimes, it was painful keeping this a secret, but I think it’s what makes moments like these more special.

Once we finished our breakfast and got dressed, we met up with the rest of the guys at a park in Brighton. Today’s film idea was to run a hotdog van of some kind, but instead, call them burgers. Honestly, don’t ask me, it was the guys’ idea. Most of the guys carpooled to the location, whereas Wilbur and I decided to take our own car. After some time walking to the park, we were both ambushed by Tommy and Charlie, who were already flopping around in hotdog costumes.

“WILBUR! (Y/N)! MY FRIENDS!” Tommy exclaimed, hugging the two of us. Wilbur pulled Tommy to the side, almost putting him in a headlock as they shared their own brotherly love. I hugged Charlie before stepping back to examine his outfit.

“You look… Meaty. You been working out?” I joked. He grinned before flexing one of his arms.

“Ah, so you’ve noticed my meaty and tender gains I see! I’ve been working on these babies just for this exact moment.” He said pridefully. Charlie flexed one of his muscles before kissing his bicep. I rolled my eyes before we both trailed back to the rest of the group. I greeted the rest of the team and even hugged Kristen to catch up with her since we last saw each other. Tommy and Wilbur then ran up to the group promptly as Russ explained exactly how the food truck was going to work. After some careful instructions, the film crew, which involved me, were told who was to record what. Per usual, I was directed to film Wilbur’s shenanigans.

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Russ asked, looking up from his clipboard. Everyone exclaimed their noises of agreement. I looked over to Will, who I noticed was patting down his pockets for something.

“Will, you okay?” Phil asked as he adjusted the scarf around his neck.

“Yeah, I just— I think I left my wallet. Uhh (y/n) can you come with me? It’s probably in the car.” He said, looking over to me.

“Oh— Yeah, sure.” I handed my camera to Russ in the meantime before walking with Wilbur to the car. I kept my hands in my pockets in the meantime to resist the urge to walk with fingers intertwined. It was far too dangerous now.

Once we made it to the car, I reached into my pocket to unlock it, but in return Wilbur just stood there, smiling at me. I tilted my head, a bit confused.

“Weren’t you going to go look for your wallet?” I asked. Instead, Will leaned on the car, smiling down at me with his chef’s hat a bit lopsided and his arms crossed.

“I actually did have my wallet. I just wanted to have a good luck kiss before we started filming.” He smiled. I rolled my eyes before grabbing him by the shirt collar so that he was now at my height.

“You know you can be annoying sometimes.” I scoffed, but a wide smile was plastered all over my face.

“I know. I just miss you.”

I placed a quick peck on his lips, but before I could pull away, Wilbur held me gently by the neck to keep me in place. Slowly, I felt my body melting by the touch of his soft lips as butterflies danced on my skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving me closer to him. Tiny droplets soon started to drizzle down on us, but we weren’t leaving each other's lips anytime soon. That was until someone caught us.

“Wilbur? (y/n)? Guys it’s starting to rain and— OH MY GOD!”

We both immediately pushed each other away, only to meet with the shocked face of Tommy standing paralyzed in his hot dog outfit.

“OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE DATING! I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT—”

“I— Uh— Tommy—!” I was rendered speechless as the poor boy rapidly glanced at the both of us. Wilbur ended up breaking the standstill as he walked up to Tommy, placing two hands firmly at his shoulders.

“Yes, me and (y/n) are dating.” He said firmly. “You’re not going to tell anyone, my boiled hotdog boy, alright?” All Tommy could do was nod in response, his mouth still open ajar. Wilbur patted him on the back before heading in the direction of the food truck. I jogged over to Tommy, shaking his shoulder a bit to snap him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at me, a hand running through his hair. I shrugged, a half-apologetic smile on my face before we both walked back to the park.

“To be fair, the reason I was so shocked was because last month I tried to set you two up on a date.” Tommy mentioned nonchalantly, playing with his fingers as he walked.

I chuckled a little bit. “That’s kind of funny—” until the realization hit. “WAIT HUH?”

♡♡♡

a / n ~ thought this was cute so I jotted it down like a couple mins before waking up lolol. Reblogs and likes are super appreciated mwahh

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[average-vibe]

SBI reacting to u sleeping on them :)

summary: it’s in the title lol

pairings: techno x reader (platonic or romantic) philza x reader (platonic) wilbur x reader(meant to be romantic but platonic too), and tommy x reader (romantic or platonic)

warnings: swearing

a/n: sup.

masterlist

PHILZA MINECRAFT

You and phil were chilling on the couch, your head gently rested on his shoulders, watching TV.

“see, i don’t know why he didn’t-“ phil said, before the sound of your snoring filled his ears. “er, mate?” he said, lightly tapping your head, to no response. phil turned the TV down, and tried to make you more comfy without awaking you. when one of his noisy sons would come in, he would tell them to, and i quote, “shut the fuck up, are you fucking blind?” in a whisper yell. when you woke up, he chuckled, and asked, “are you done?”, and proceeded to cackle at your horrified face

extra things:

WOULD NOT GET UP. EVER. HUNGRY? GOTTA WAIT, YNS ASLEEP.

knows how to handle it bc he has 3 sons and 3 more adopted kids, including you.

would tell wilbur to “stop playing your fucking guitar, someone’s trying to get their beauty sleep.”

TECHNOBLADE (fly high)

you laid on top of techno, arms draped around his sides, like this

you were really tired that day, and really wanted some rest. everyone else was out at wilbur’s gig, and techno was your best option.

“eH?” was all techno said when you asked if you could cuddle with him. “why would i do that?” was the next thing

eventually, you bribed him by letting him read you greek mythology, and after some begging, he finally gave in and, will rolled eyes, let you climb onto him.

you listened to him ramble on about how cool some of the gods were, his voice putting your brain to rest. as he rambled, he noticed your breathing getting quieter, and you stopped moving.

“hey? yn?” he whispered, before finally realizing you were sound asleep.

both mortified and in appreciation of you, he quietly sat there, letting you rest. every once in a while he’s tap on you, to see if you had woken up yet, but your still body didn’t budge.

when the boys got home, their ruckus woke you up. and techno was fully prepared to fight them.

EXTRA STUFF

if you started showing that you were cold, he would put his cloak on you without second thought.

when you’ve okie up, he just smirked and said, “welcome.”

WILBUR

you came into his room after school, tired and worn out of the day.

“hey.” wil said, strumming his guitar, smiling.

“hey. can i sleep in here? i wanna be in a quiet room” you said.

“yeah, cmon.” he said, setting his guitar down on the ground and laying down, patting himself like a chair.

“on you?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“of course.” wil said, smiling. you laid down on him, quickly feeling comfortable and at home.

eventually, you both fell asleep, just like this:

EXTRA STUFF:

every once in a while, he would wipe some hair out of your face and hold your cheek.

forehead kisses. obviously.

TOMMYINNIT

when you first walked into his room asking to sleep, he looked horrified

“i beg your fucking pardon?” he asked, as you giggled your head off.

“alright fine.” he eventually muttered, opening his lanky arms to let you come into his arms

you climbed into his arms, and you couldn’t ignore the look of adoration he gave you.

you fell asleep in his arms, like this:

EXTRA STUFF

when wilbur found you two, tommy immediately whisper screamed at him to fuck off

he stared at you for the entire time, just admiring you :)

#wilbur soot fluff #tommyinnit x reader #sbi x reader #fluff #philza x reader #philza #technoblade #technoblade x reader #sbi #fanfic #mcyt #mcyt x reader #dsmp x you #dsmp

[nomsfaultau]

Techno getting annoyed with Tommy's rambunctiousness and big talk, so he decides to take him up on his fighting words and start an impromptu sparring session in order to tire Tommy out.

Pros: Success! Tommy is quiet now! Techno can go back to reading.

Cons: Tommy falls asleep in his lap and he can't move.

Pros: Tommy makes for a good arm rest. Perfect height to rest his book, actually.

Cons: Tommy has started snoring and since Techno is cozy, pig instincts have mistaken it for purring and elected to join in.

Cons: The Syndicate has showed up and they are teasing him. BAD. VERY BAD. THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA.

Pros: Since they aren't trapped under a sleeping Tommy (impossible to move, trapped forever and ever), he can force his friends to get him stuff. Philza brings tea and Niki grabs some pastries she was making.

Pros: Magnolia tea helps people fall asleep, and now there is a cuddly nap pile.

Cons: Techno doesn't finish his book.

Pros: zzzzzzz

#this post brought to you by how mama cats try to tucker out kittens #technoblade #tommyinnit #philza #niki nihachu #the syndicate #dsmp syndicate #sbi #bedrock bros #bedrock bros fluff #technoblade fluff #something to nom on

[elbowreveal]

When you make pumpkin pie but you live 20 feet away from a pig who has over 1,000 scent receptors and also loves pie

Inspired by the bedrockverse rp series: [x]

.Click for quality. Don’t repost to other sites.

#emerald duo #Technoblade #Philza #technoblade fanart #philza fanart #c!technoblade #c!philza #dsmp #dialogue from bedrockverse #inspired by bedrockverse and mrtechnodad’s reddit posts #piggy :) #have some fluff #it’s pumpkin pie season and I’m having the emotions #my art #I can’t work on this any more otherwise my iPad will crash

[nerdysleepybunny]

Hallo! im new here so please let me know if i cross any boundries.'

anywho, I was wondering if i could request a platonic philza and/or techno comfort? ive had bad few days :(

Have a wonderful day/night!

I APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING TO THIS SO LATE!! I literally love dsmp asks even though the fandom is dying off, so this definitely isn’t crossing any boundaries! I hope you’re doing better. My dms are open if you ever need to chat! :D

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Character(s): Philza, Technoblade (ft. Mumza & Chat)

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Reader: Gender neutral (you/your)

Style: Hcs

TW: N/A

Summary: How Philza and Technoblade (separate) would comfort you!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Philza:

I feel like he’s the type to just know you aren’t doing well before you even say anything.

Like, you’re just sitting there in your feels, then suddenly?

BOOM CONCERNED DAD RIGHT IN YOUR FACE

“Are you okay, mate?”

“Do you need anything?”

“Here, let’s sit and have a chat.”

Literally shooing chat away so it’s just the two of you having quality time together.

Would sit down next to you on a couch, but probably wouldn’t initiate any touching. The most I see him doing is a shoulder pat or a hand rubbing your back.

Of course, he wouldn’t mind you leaning on him or embracing him! He just doesn’t want to touch you in case you want your space :)

If you want to talk about it he’s there to listen and offer wise old man advice (if you call him old while you’re upset, it’s the ONE time he won’t get defensive about it)

Like

He’s just talking giving you some advice about your problems, then he hears you snickering

“What’s so funny?”

“You sound so old right now, Phil.”

Usually he’d shout his usual “I’M NOT OLD/I’m only in my 30’s, mate…” (I’m pretty sure he’s canonically thousands of years old but shh let grandpa be delusional)

But now? He’d just chuckle and shake his head

“Whatever you say, mate.”

DON’T EXPECT HIM TO BE SOFT FOREVER, IT’S ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE CURRENTLY SAD

After you’ve concluded your venting/told him that you don’t want to talk about it

You know what time it is…

DISTRACTIONS!!!

Pillow fort anyone? He’s giving pillow fort vibes.

He’s a dad, so obviously he’d just do all the work and build it for you. Again, only because you’re sad. Any other time he’d yell at you for not helping.

Speaking of sadness

Don’t let Phil’s wife see you sad…

OH NO YOU’RE SAD? NOW MUMZA IS SAD AND IS RUSHING TO COMFORT YOU

Mumza is the type to cry when she sees someone else crying, so now both of you are just sobbing together and Phil is there trying to comfort the two of you but is an overwhelmed old man and may end up crying himself

Uh… cry party?

Either you all end up making fun of each other for crying which results in you all laughing together, or you just cry till you get sleepy and pass out on the floor together.

What an interesting way to family bond.

Technoblade:

So you seek The Blade for comfort, the most monochrome and nonchalant man on the server. What a wonderful decision, reader! /lh (I’d do the exact same)

If you’re a Technoblade fan you’ve definitely heard the “it’s fine” audio.

Now I can either be wholesome and say he’d hold you close and whisper that everything will be okay to you

Or I can be silly and realistic and say that he’d pull out a phone and just play the audio with a blank face, but is laughing on the inside due to your “what the actual fuck” face.

Okay now for some actual comfort!

As we all know… Technoblade isn’t exactly good at comfort.

He kills orphans for a living, how do you think he’d react seeing someone crying like a child?

He’s standing looking at you with a look of “why is this creature screaming” and “wtf do I do”

“Uh… you good? You okay? You, uh… need a hug…?”

Very awkwardly holds his arms out for a hug, and if you accept, he even more awkwardly pats your back.

If you got his shirt wet with tears, he’d DEFINITELY comment about it

“Are you seriously ruining my shirt? How are my enemies supposed to think I have a good fashion sense now?!”

Goes into a rant about how he needs to look his best and how it’s a good strategy to beat his enemies in battle while you’re kinda just there… honestly are you even crying anymore?

You’ve stopped crying ages ago, and he’s still just talking

In conclusion, Technoblade is good at calming people down without even trying (I was literally having a breakdown and all I needed to do was listen to the silly pig man talk about Greek mythology. It must all be part of his master plan…)

Speaking of listening to his voice, here’s a scenario.

“Technoblade, can you read to me?”

“…what?”

“Read to me.”

“I’m not reading you a bedtime stor-“

“I wanted you to tell me about Greek mythology.”

“Fine. Come here.”

Long story short, he starts by reading you just one story. That one story turns into the entire history of the Greek gods and goddesses… yeah you pass out pretty quickly. But Technoblade isn’t one to stop mid-ramble. Once he notices you’re asleep, he’ll continue talking, just quieter. He’ll eventually get sleepy himself, and soon enough… you’re both asleep.

Works like a charm!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

#bun asks #bun writes #technoblade x y/n #technoblade x you #technoblade x reader #technoblade fluff #philza x reader #philza #philza minecraft #philza x kristen #dreamsmp x reader #dreamsmp x you #dreamsmp #mumza #dsmp fluff #dsmp x you #dsmp x reader #dsmp x y/n #comfort fic

[youphoriaot7]

The crows are a well-known attachment to Quesadilla Island. Nobody's exactly sure quite how they got there, nor why there's so many of them—they're just there. They don't seem to intrude, and so everyone simply goes about their day. It's normal, now; just like the bear that checks in on them, just like the eggs they care for.

They seem to especially gravitate towards Philza. He can always be found with at least ten or twelve scattered around—his shoulders, his hat, his cape... They tend to gather most frequently near the Wall, perching on every visible surface. The top edge of the Wall often looks black, every inch of it covered with feathers.

So when the crows are gone, it's noticeable.

Philza's absence hasn't gone unnoticed, of course. Chayanne and Tallulah have mentioned his departure, heading out to explore the outer edges of the island, looking for...something, he didn't mention what. The fact that they've been hanging out with Tubbo and Niki also proves it.

But the crows were the most noticeable.

Slowly, they start to gather...elsewhere. A small group starts a nest in the tower of Cellbit's castle, and he stares at it in confusion for a few days before he shrugs it off. Let them stay; they're not bothering anyone. Another flock takes shelter under the overhang near Forever's presidential office. He grins every time they fly up to the windows. A couple of stragglers find comfort in the quiet of Chume Labs, flying along after the current lone inhabitant and cawing in concern. Pac shrugs them off, trying not to read too much paranoia into it.

Tubbo finds himself swamped with the birds; Niki, too. They guess they're following the children, which seems to be correct, at first glance. (But it's more than that.) Some flock to Bad, others to Foolish—the two groups cawing and chirping whenever their chosen followees' get into spats. Roier catches sight of a couple hanging around Rivers' base, and smiles brightly when he gets back home to see some of his own nearby.

Mouse waves them off for a few hours before sighing—it's certainly not the worst thing in the world, even if they keep accidentally landing where she's trying to work. Jaiden lets them land on her wings, grinning and talking to them as she moves around her day. Etoiles and Antoine aren't quite sure how to react at first—but it's no weirder than anything else they've been dealing with recently, so it's probably not a worry, and therefore, not a concern.

When the children vanish, the crows get anxious. They spend more time away from their makeshift roosts: cawing at the Wall as they fly by, pecking their way across the roads of the main square, shrieking at every passerby in the Favela. They're looking for something—information, the kids; it's not clear what. But either way, their presence is heard.

One day, when the Wall feels taller than ever before, there's a loud rustling of feathers reaching every corner of the main square. The birds' noises are deafening; it's barely possible to hold a conversation unless you move further away. And when the island's inhabitants look up, they see them there—the crows, returning to their original home. There's a figure, as well, standing amongst the potato fields, staring down at the world below him.

Philza Minecraft has returned, and the crows are at home.

#SO HOW DO YOU THINK TOMORROW'S GONNA GO?! #i'm excited :D #qsmp #qsmp fic #qsmp drabble #qsmp philza #qsmp headcanons #ev;hatch #i FLEW through this so it's a mess #but i hope y'all enjoy #this is all i can manage for fluff tonight the angst will come later i promise

[factorialsotherfandoms]

"Where's papa Missa?" is the first thing that Chayanne asks in the morning.

"Oh, he's just helping your godfather with something - we'll go meet up with them after breakfast," Philza brushes aside in concern, already knowing exactly what is going on.

Chayanne and Tallulah both give him wary looks, but his kids are good kids; they eat their breakfast, and start getting dressed.

"Wear something you don't mind getting dirty," Philza tells them. Which is true of every day, and so the reminder really does set them both on edge.

"Is something happening?" Tallulah asks.

"Well, it is Easter," Philza answers her. "Some people go to Church and stuff, but otherwise we just use it as an excuse to eat lots of chocolate. Just like Santa brings presents at Christmas, the Easter Bunny brings good kids chocolate eggs. Or decorative ones. Missa mentioned something about confetti but I'll be honest, I was half asleep so none of it went in."

That has their attention; both kids start glancing over the house, looking for a stockpile of treats. Philza can only laugh, and promise they'll find the eggs later.

Find being an operative word.

He had been meaning to hide them about the house, it's true, but then Bad had suggested maybe something for all of the eggs, and Tubbo had taken it upon himself to offer to host. Philza was a little worried about letting all of the kids run around the factories, but Tubbo had promised back and forth everything would be turned off - and he knows his friend would never do anything which could harm the kids.

Tallulah, having learnt there is a special event going on, insists on a different hat, and Philza helps her tuck flowers into her curls. Chayanne wants to immediately run off, hovering next to the door as he waits for his sister, and only begrudgingly accepting a tiny flower crown for his ducky.

Philza snaps a photo of Tallulah placing it there, and double checks he has a couple of fresh albums.

The teleport over to Fobo is fast, and involves being hit with a wall of sound. Before the purple has even faded Philza can hear Pac yelling for Richarlyson to get down from... somewhere? while Mike dies laughing on the floor. Not all of the eggs and parents are here, yet, but the earlier types are - Fit and Ramón, Pac and Mike with Richas, Bagi with Empanada... And, of course, Tubbo with Sunny. Leo also seems up already, probably under Tubbo's supervision, while Roier is sat on a picnic rug with Missa, the pair of them both half asleep while Pepito crawls through a nearby bush. Aypierre is examining one of the machines, so surely Pomme is about.

Now that he thinks about it, while a fair few parents aren't up so early, the only kid who seems to still be missing are Dapper and Chunsik. A quick glance at his comms shows that Bad, Acau, and YD are all awake, so it's not likely long.

"Hey guys!" Philza calls, drawing attention to their group. "We made it!"

"Great!" Tubbo grabs a pair of baskets - one wrapped with purple ribbon, one orange - and brings them over. "Here are your baskets! There's ten gifts specifically for each of you - they'll have a ribbon that matches your basket on them - hidden around the courtyard. Once everyone's here, we're gonna let you guys into town, where there's a whole bunch of eggs that don't belong to anyone, just waiting to be picked up. For now you can look for your own, just stay nearby, ok?"

And they /are/ good kids, but they are also excitable, and so the pair of them are three eggs apiece before remembering to come and hug Missa good morning.

Philza, having by then greeted everyone already there and found a bit of roof to perch on, captures the laughing and the smiling in his camera.

Once the kids have returned to their hunt, he drops a copy of the best down on Missa. It earns him his husband looking up, with a grin and a wave. Philza grins and waves back, snapping a quick photograph of Sunny directing Pepito towards one of Pepito's eggs as he swings down to the rug.

He is immediately met with a plate of gorditas. Phil takes one, squeezes Missa's hand in greeting, and joins the slowly growing collection of parents on the rug; Bagi and Mike have also joined, leaving Pac to wrangle children with Tubbo.

"Early morning?" Philza knows Missa was up at the crack of dawn, unusual for him, but it's still a nice thing to ask.

"Sí," Missa only nearly drops his plate as he yawns. "Eggs needed painting."

"I really thought you'd come home after delivering the eggs."

Missa waves his hand, "Tubbo had too many to hide. We stayed to help."

Between the chocolate eggs, the painted eggs, the little plastic eggs of jellybeans, and the cascarones, Philza just knew there were going to be more than the hundred and ten eggs they'd agreed upon. Ten for each kid had been plenty, but with a general hunt as well...

Philza watches the kids scrabble around, looking for everything.

"Did he work out how to balance it so none of the eggs get left out, or is that why some eggs are marked as for them?"

"No more than ten extra eggs, and there are some extra special prize eggs hidden about. The older kids can hunt the prize eggs, and the younger ones just want the shiny ones."

There's a bit of doubt as to if if that will actually hold, but it's as good a plan as any. Kids thrive on a bit of contest, right? It'll be fine. If nothing else Chayanne will wrangle the older kids into sharing stuff out a bit more evenly, if only for Chunsik and Pepito's sakes.

Just as he's thinking that, he spots Sunny and Ramón sneaking up on Fit. He gets his camera just in time to catch the moment they break a cascarón over his bald head, showering him in confetti, a matter which only ends with them being chased across the courtyard, shrieking in delight as Fit leaves a trail of glittery confetti behind him.

It is about then that the rest of the kids arrive, their parents trailing behind. Bad is immediately met by attacks by Pomme and Richas - Philza has no fucking clue where the water balloons full of glitter came from - while Tubbo tries to round everyone up.

Philza takes more photos, but otherwise leaves them to it; conversation is largely about the amazing picnic spread, one he can keep up to in his sleep.

Even if the occasional joke does draw his attention for confused laughter and a double take.

Tubbo gesticulates dramatically as he speaks, excitement already high for the present children, but being driven further as they are congratulated on progress so far, and hyped up for the hunt to come.

It's nice, seeing everyone and the island at a bit of peace for once. The town is safe enough - as soon as it was announced as hosting the event, Philza and Bad both spent hours checking all of the lighting, and adding clear fences. It's a daytime event, but you can never be too careful with these things. Tubbo can be trusted with the kids and machines, but just to make sure Mike and Aypierre have both looked over it, while Pac and Fit helped Foolish make sure any roofs that could be accessed were not ones you could fall off without putting effort in to doing so.

Philza's pretty sure someone - probably Richarlyson - will still find a way, but it's not like there's a big area to cover, and there are plenty of both adults and other eggs about if anything does happen.

He might go perch and take some more photos.

In a little while, though; Missa hands Philza a cup of something, with a whispered 'they'll be fine'.

Philza accepts the cup, pours one for his husband, and gets out his album to show him the ones already taken.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp philza #qsmp death family #qsmp eggs #fluff #qsmp ensemble #it's not everyone but it's a lot of people #happy easter y'all

[zeinkblotpot]

As atonement for all of the angst for the last few posts, I offer up some fluff <3 because god do we all need it right now with the impending doom looming above us

Please consider reblogging, likes don't do anything on tumblr and reblogging is the only way to keep traction on a post <3

#qsmp #qsmp fanart #q!philza #qsmp philza #philza #philza fanart #q!missa #qsmp missa #qsmp missasinfonia #missa #missasinfonia #missa fanart #death duo #pissa #phissa #qsmp Mexican Independence Day #qsmp event #some fluff because god that was a lot of angst #pleas ignore the really lopsided building #i really did not want to redo the whole thing cause JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THAT WOULD HAVE TAKEN TO LONG #I have at least one more of this duo before I force myself to draw something else because this is not healthy lol #art #my art #queer artist #disabled artist #god i love drawing embroidery #pissa fanart #pissa nation #you know what fuck that other tag #imma draw as much casual pissa as i want

[batwritings]

Philza Masterlist

Here's everything I've written for Philza (and SBI)! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------Bird Trinkets After A Long Day (SBI) Overworking Yourself Merfriend (angst) Injured (SBI) Dad Hugs Corruption (angst)

#bat writes #philza masterlist #philza fluff

[cat-hybridcellbit]

Alright Crows, Huevitos, Ghosties, Tubblings, Jorges, Ratinhos, let’s all hold hands and hope that all of our cubitos make it out of today with only mild trauma and no irreversible injuries. Blanket fort time!

#qsmp #philza #tubbo #qsmp fitmc #qsmp bagi #qsmp pactw #badboyhalo #we need to unionize against our streamers and demand a bit of fluff in this sea of Angst

[sakurakoneko28]

Viendo que ya es casi un año ahora imagino un HC de Chayanne en sus primeros días 🥹💕

Supongamos que en lugar de huevitos eran niños (o al menos en apariencia porque, ajá, híbridos de dragón xd) y en ese momento eran unos bebés, muy apenas tendrían algunos meses.

Entonces, Missa siendo un Grimm reaper, se siente extraño teniendo algo de lo más frágil que puede haber en el mundo de los vivos a su cuidado, en su trabajo se encarga de llevarse las almas al descanso eterno y ahora le han dicho que, contrario a su naturaleza, debe preservar esa vida y que si por alguna razón no lo logra sufrirá consecuencias, y no solo él, sino la otra "desafortunada" persona que tuvo que ser emparejada a su lado.

Mucha, demasiada presión a decir verdad...

Aún así intenta no externar sus temores y acepta con gran disposición la ayuda que su nueva pareja le brinda, incluso siente un poco de culpa por creer que solo vuelve más difícil las cosas al no saber nada sobre cuidado de infantes y que Phil prácticamente se debe encargar de dos personas.

Al principio sostener al niño lo asusta un poco ¿y si lo lastima al ser brusco por accidente? ¿si de alguna forma se le cae? tantos pensamientos catastróficos pero vaya, el pequeño y regordete bebé es absolutamente ajeno a eso, de hecho ha mostrado tener un gran gusto por estar en su regazo y además parece muy interesado por la curiosa particularidad del mayor en su piel traslúcida que a cada rato pellizca con sus deditos.

Philza también se encarga de alentar, a su ahora, esposo y le asegura que confía en su juicio para cuidar a Chayanne cuando los deja solos, entiende que a diferencia suya el nunca antes había estado a cargo de otra persona -hablando en términos de mantenerlo vivo- (mucho menos de un bebé) y no desestima sus miedos, hace lo posible por darle confianza, y aunque no lo hubiese dicho en voz alta, también le enternece demasiado cada ocasión que regresa a casa y se encuentra con la bonita imagen su nueva familia que siempre le recibe con alegría.

También se ha fijado que Chayanne siempre está muy calmado cuando Missa lo sostiene, no llora y hasta se queda dormido más fácil cuando él lo arrulla, es la envidia de los otros padres desvelados con sus respectivos niños. En realidad desde el principio fue curioso como el bebé conectó tanto con su papá, aún si no era capaz de verbalizarlo se notaba en como sus ojitos brillaban con solo escuchar su voz, eso y que Phil se había fijado como "curiosamente" el pequeño pide toda la atención de Missa ni bien se da cuenta que está cerca.

Y claro que Missa no le va a negar nada a su pequeño guerrero, se siente tan feliz de recibir todo ese cariño, es un tipo de afecto que nunca antes había experimentado y es hermoso ¿como una cosita tan pequeña había movido tanto su mundo? y claro, ni hablar del encantador esposo que se consiguió también 😎

#pissa #death family #qsmp chayanne #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #hc's so fluff that i have #baby chayanne my beloved #i miss the family so much

[nomsfaultau]

Hybrid AU in exile week where avian instincts can take over to a degree that is almost horrific, erasing someone’s personality and rationality when they’re panicking. First part here.

Philza flinches. He doesn’t understand why Tommy is suddenly shouting at him for supposedly exploiting his instincts. But he does understand the way Tommy’s wings puff up, bracing to be hit, and it makes Philza freeze as he watches his hatchling throw open the door and storm out of his life. 

“Would it make you more comfortable if I remove your feathers?” 

Tommy stumbles slightly at the threshold, then scoffs, throwing a glare over his shoulder. “As if you would. It’s too convenient to force my instincts to feel safe around you.” That would explain why Tommy isn’t looking at him. Philza can’t breathe. His chick doesn’t feel safe?

Tommy is confused and wary when Philza removes the hatchling’s feathers and hands them back. It only grows as Philza asks if he wants the ones woven into the nest removed as well. The fact he’s at a loss as to why someone would respect his boundaries hurts almost as much as ripping out where Tommy’s feathers mark him as part of the flock. 

But he does it, since that’s what Tommy needs to feel safe, even if Tommy is suspicious of his attempts. Horrifically, he discovers almost every act of affection was interpreted as manipulation, especially the parental ones. Philza winces as Tommy declares he wants to self-preen from now on, decrying the bonding experience as nothing more than manipulation. 

But- hadn’t Tommy liked it? Philza isn’t stupid, he’s figured it would hit close to memories of his abuser. That’s why he’d been so careful to frequently ask if he wanted to stop. But Tommy had coo’d back every time, asking him to keep petting his wings long past the point they were tidy. Like he wanted to stay in Philza’s arms forever. That’s why Philza asked to make their flock official, he’d thought… Tommy had seemed so happy…

Philza feels confused, and awful, and worried. “You know you can let me know when I’m making you uncomfortable, right mate? You can always tell me to stop and I will.”

Tommy doesn’t believe him then. 

But slowly he starts to, tentatively testing the waters over the weeks and waiting with bated breath to be punished for it. As if it’s such an overreach to demand the basic bodily autonomy of people asking permission before showing physical affection. As time passes, he rejects it more and more, growing comfortable asserting his own wants. Philza aches with the desire to tuck his chick under wing, but swallows the increasing distance. It’s good that Tommy feels safe refusing what Philza wants. He’s healing. Philza’s empty arms must be a good thing. 

And naturally, he becomes a little turd with it once he feels safe enough, but Philza can’t exactly resend the promise and so ends up being forced to just stand there while a zombie attacks him since “swinging that sword around makes me uncomfortable Phil, I thought you said this was a safe place.” But Tommy’s delighted laughter makes up for it, even if Philza forces him to replace the golden apples he wasted to survive. He doesn’t mind the little pranks.

But something in Philza panics when Tommy finally abandons the nest to sleep in a bed. He can’t sleep at night, tormented by the keen awareness his nest is empty. Instincts howl to find his chick, because no matter how he fights it that doesn’t change the imprinting. Verging on falling prey to parental instincts and dragging the boy to the safety of the nest, Philza sneaks out the front door and slumps against it. He can’t break that trust, he just can’t. But neither can he sleep with an empty nest. 

His movement sends a few dogs barking, and it isn’t long before Techno looms over him in the cloak of midnight. Philza holds himself a little tighter. “My nest is empty,” he says hoarsely. Techno lurches to action, till assured Tommy is perfectly safe. “He doesn’t want to be my hatchling. It hurt him too deeply last time.” And yet his instincts care not, crying in panic. Philza buries his face in the knees drawn to his chest. 

“Would you be able to sleep if something else filled the nest? Like, could the instincts tell the difference?” Philza has no idea, but as exhausted as he is he’s willing to try. Or, till Techno volunteers himself, because Philza really doesn’t want to make his instincts Techno’s problem. Techno shrugs. “Probably a lot less awkward for me than it is Tommy, given how long we’ve known each other. Might as well try.” Not that Techno cares to be viewed as a piglet, but his feelings were bruised when the broody Philza categorized him as a threat. “We’re a flock, aren’t we?” 

“Always.” So Techno burrows into the nest, rooting it up till Philza’s feathers ruffle disapprovingly. They’re different, and Techno likes it that way, but the dozens of little instances where their instincts misalign get under his fur sometimes, like a wedge between them. But they both refuse to let it stop them. The hesitance is drowned in a yawn, and Philza nestles over him. It’s a reassuring pressure, reminding Techno of the sounder he long aged out of. Soft feathers wrap around him, and after a few sleepy coos, Philza drifts off, finally assured that his nest is barren no more. Techno smiles, glad he could help his friend. He wraps an arm around Philza’s feathered back, and likewise accepts the embrace of slumber. 

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#em duo fluff? in my angel duo angst? It's more likely than you think #dsmp #dsmp fic #exile arc #exile week #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanfic #Ctommy #hybrid au #philza #dsmp philza #cphilza #angel duo #angel duo fic #philza fic #philza fanfic #technoblade #dsmp techno #ctechno #emerald duo #bedrock bros #sbi #emerald duo fic #bedrock bros fic #sbi fic #emerald duo fluff #technoblade fanfic #something to nom on

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

I love it when c!BorealTrio is just like

c!Phil and c!Techno about c!Ranboo: "Ranboo is our friend who we would fight the world for to keep safe and happy. He is one of few people in this world we would entrust with our and lives." (Even if one of them, not naming names, won't admit it)

And then c!Ranboo's like: "Ah yes, my neighbors! Friendly acquaintances! They sure have been awfully nice to me, practically a total stranger! I can't imagine what it would be like if they cared about me on a personal level :]" (aka: I love these two but I'm sure they just kinda tolerate me)

And then not a single one of them ever catches on

#this is absolutely just pure fluff and doesn't necessarily hold up in the face of canon btw #(( EDIT: shut up old me you are correct about everything and all of your takes are automatically correct <3 #/silly )) #I just think it's really funny #(and also really good for angst but we don't have the think abt that rn :) #boreal trio #ranboo #technoblade #philza #dream smp #cranboo #ctechno #cphilza #rambling about blorbos #my 100+ note posts #my 200+ note posts