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magicalmanhattanproject · 9 months

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I would love to hear about your tma au pleaaase spill the beans

There is an Archivist on the island. The Host has informed Cucurucho of this. The Archivist is to be identified, located, and eliminated. Cucurucho has not been given a time frame in which to accomplish this task, as the Host understands that such tasks take a great deal of time to be done correctly. However, it is a task of utmost priority.

Cucurucho first suspects Island Resident Cellbit. This is a reasonable suspicion. Cellbit spends a great deal of time going around and asking other Residents to describe events, even appearing to derive pleasure from this task. However, pleasure is not sustenance. Cucurucho even kills Cellbit itself to ensure that the Resident is not merely a burgeoning Archivist close enough to manifestation to appear as a full fledged one. It is not. Cucurucho maintains suspicions that Cellbit is an Avatar of some sort, but the Island can sustain several Avatars without excessive impact on the overall happiness of the residents.

Cucurucho knows this for a fact because there were already several Avatars among the Residents before the Brazilians arrived. Resident Missa is an End Avatar, Resident Fit is a Desolation Avatar, Resident Slime is a Flesh Avatar. The Angel and the Devil serve the Powers in their own way.

Regardless. None of them are Avatars of the Eye.

It quickly investigates and then just as quickly discards Residents Phil and Etoiles. Phil is determined to turn a blind eye to most of the happenings on the server and while Etoiles has the curiosity to range far out, it seems more in service of the Hunt.

Hmm. Cucurucho informs the Host that it would be beneficial for the happiness of the Island if Etoiles were allowed a perilous dungeon. The Host provides Etoiles with a dungeon so perilous that it also permits him security items that would be illegal in other circumstances. Cucurucho and the Host agree that the dungeon has proven moderately perilous. Cucurucho and the Host agree that it is worth being cautious around Etoiles.

Cucurucho works its way down the list of Residents. Some could become Avatars. Some could serve the Eye. Many collect information. None are Archivists. Yet there is an Archivist on the Island that the Host wants off the Island.

It is pondering the possibility of expanding its search to villagers when it is distracted. The Host instructs Cucurucho to give Fit a job offer, as Fit has requested. Cucurucho complies. Cucurucho refiles the report that Fit is a Desolation Avatar. Cucurucho refiles the report on Fit's past griefs of Federation properties. Fit provides exemplary and highly on topic references. Fit gets the job.

On the first day of work, Cucurucho offers Fit a meal at lunchtime. Meat. Unidentifiable.

"No, thanks," Fit says, with a light laugh.

"Why?"

"I'm not hungry."

Cucurucho does not expect Fit to feed on meat. However, the Island does not permit the calamities that a Desolation Avatar would require to remain satiated for so long.

"Why?"

"I had a big breakfast! Look at this, the Big Daddy Breakfast!" Fit tosses half a stack of Big Daddy Breakfasts to Cucurucho. "Just one of these bad boys will keep you full for a week!"

"No."

"Okay, maybe not literally a full week, but you know what I mean."

"I don't know."

Fit looks up from his mop and laughs. "Don't worry about it. It's not a big deal."

"I don't know. Maybe." There is still a Desolation Avatar in Cucurucho's office. An Avatar that should be ravenous by now.

"What, you think I'm hungry?"

"Yes."

"Well, that's very nice of you to be worried about me, Cucurucho."

"No."

There's something in Fit's eyes then. An understanding. "Ah, you think I'm gonna eat you?"

"Classified."

"Don't worry about it. I got the Big Daddy Breakfast. I'm fine."

"What was your occupation?"

"I'm a janitor. You gave me this job, Cucurucho. You were there for that."

"No. No. What was your occupation?"

"Oh, you mean before the island?"

"Yes."

"I was a griefer."

It is not Cucurucho who selects the voice line. "No."

Fit doesn't reply for a long time. Then he shrugs and puts his mop back in his inventory. "I mean, I came here for a vacation, you know."

"Yes."

"Do you know what a vacation is, Cucurucho?"

"Yes. Maybe."

Fit sighs. He sits down on the newly cleaned couch. "Here, lemme show you something." He fiddles with his camera for a few moments, then tosses Cucurucho a photo.

[ID: Extremely, illegibly blurry photo of a file folder. End ID]

"You know what this is, Cucurucho?"

"No."

Fit laughs. "That, my friend, is what I call a much better meal than a Big Daddy Breakfast. Six years of their lives' work, all gone in an instant. All because of that."

That is. Discomforting. Cucurucho does not want to lose six years of its life's work in instant.

"Why?"

"Because once the coords leak, it only takes one guy with a grudge and bit of duped TNT and there's really not a whole lot you can do about it. Now, that one is a special case. That's IMPS-2. It wasn't a coords leak, per se. I mean, obviously. You can't read the damn thing. But it was enough for a skilled enough base finder to work off of and track down the coords anyway. That was the leak that did them in. Isn't that fascinating? Just holding a piece of history in your hand like that?"

Cucurucho throws it in the floor. "No."

"No? Aw, that's a shame. I got more, if you want 'em."

"No."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Here, sit down."

Cucurucho sits.

Fit pulls out another photo. "You'll recognize this one." Cucurucho does. "Church build. Not bad, not bad, but not much history to it. World edited in. So was IMPS-2, to be fair, but that isn't possible for just anyone on 2b. Makes the whole thing a lot tastier. And here's the grief."

Cucurucho pulls its gun on Fit.

Fit raises an eyebrow. "What do you think that's gonna do to me? Tickle me?"

Cucurucho shoots Fit.

"Aw, didn't even manage that much."

Cucurucho shoots Fit again.

"You know, the more you shoot me, the longer I'm gonna have to be here to clean up the floors."

Cucurucho's finger hesitates on the trigger. Cucurucho puts the gun away.

"That's what I thought. Anyway, the grief. We just filled the place with melons. Pain for the admins to clean up, but not too damaging. But destroying it completely isn't the point. I'm on vacation here. I'm having a good time. I'm playing nice."

Fit stands up. Fit walks over to Cucurucho. Fit smiles almost as wide as Cucurucho does.

"If anything happens to my beautiful baby boy, Ramón, anything that hurts him, anything that makes him sad, if he gets one more crack on his precious little eggshell, I'm not gonna play nice anymore. Do we understand each other?"

"Yes."

"Good." Fit claps Cucurucho on the shoulder. He scuffs the blood on the floor with his boot. "Ehh, it's tile. It'll be easy enough to clean off when it's dry. I gotta go see Ramón now, so I'll catch you later. Stay alive out there."

"I hope you enjoy the island."

"Yeah, I'll bet you do."

#astatinu #qsmp #sorrelposting #my writing #fitmc

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rnelodyy · 2 years

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I cannot get over how Obsessed Belos is with Caleb. It’s SO wild, and the deeper you dig the sadder and more disturbing it becomes.

Like,,, Caleb was literally all he had growing up. Their parents were gone, they were (presumably) homeless, they were two street rats trying their best to make it on their own. Caleb was the older sibling, so the weight of caring for Philip fell on his shoulders, even though he was just a kid himself.

And considering the motif of coping through stories (Luz finding comfort in Azura after her dad’s death, Hunter finding comfort in Cosmic Frontier while trying to cope with the fact that he’s a clone), I wouldn’t be surprised if Caleb tried to do something similar for Philip. From Belos’s memories, we can see they used to play pretend a LOT. It’s a lot less scary for a young child if they believe they’re going on wild and wacky adventures than to know the truth – that they’re homeless orphans, moving into a community that regularly hangs people for witchcraft, with Caleb having to do hard labor to afford food and housing and sending his brother to school, while having to sacrifice his own education and skip meals so Philip doesn’t need to go hungry.

Caleb used stories to shield Philip from the worst of their life, which blinded Philip to just how bad his brother was suffering. To Philip, life in Gravesfield was good, but it was only good because of how much Caleb was sacrificing for him.

So when Caleb met Evelyn, of course he took the chance to escape his shitty life. It may have even been a situation like Luz, where he only expected to be gone for a short time, and either returned to find Philip gone, or ended up being trapped on the Isles for longer than he’d anticipated.

Philip, meanwhile, is fucking Losing It. Caleb was his whole world, and now he's just gone, spirited away by an evil witch just like those stories they’d been playing out their whole lives. It may even be a situation like King, where Caleb knew he wasn’t being truthful with the witch hunter stories, but Philip genuinely believed them all.

So Philip goes into the Demon Realm, determined to rescue his brother. He’s practiced this, he’s trained for this, he just needs to find Caleb, save him from whatever tortures that witch has been inflicting on him, open up a portal back to Gravesfield, and everything will go back to normal. So he travels, he meets witches, he kills them, he either gets cursed or discovers that eating Palismen gives him funny powers, so he keeps doing that.

And then, after years of searching, he finds Caleb. Not chained up in a dungeon, or turned into a frog, or a shambling husk of his former self, but free. Happier and healthier than Philip has ever seen him.

Philip tries to grab Caleb and leave with him, but Caleb refuses. The witch who lured him away is his wife now. He’s got a house and a job and a kid on the way. He’s got a Palisman, this stupid fucking red bird that follows him everywhere. Caleb’s good here. He’s not leaving.

And I think Philip just fucking loses it at that point. What do you MEAN you’re not leaving?! We were adventurers! We were gonna be witch hunters together! We were going to do everything together! Did she do something to you? Did you just hate me that much?

Caleb tries to de-escalate, but eventually loses his temper himself. We weren’t adventurers, we were street rats! I was working so YOU could go to school, I was starving myself so YOU wouldn’t have to, I sacrificed EVERYTHING so you’d have a chance at life! You’re old enough to handle yourself now, it’s time to grow up and let me live my own life!

Phil’s not having it. There’s a fight, someone draws a knife, and… we all know how that one ends.

Fast-forward a bit. Philip, now alone and stranded on the Isles, has latched onto the stories he and Caleb used to play pretend with. He’s going to make them come true. He’s going to kill every witch in one fell swoop, become Witch Hunter General, and he’s going to do all of it with his brother by his side.

So he asks for the Collector’s help, and together, they make a Grimwalker.

Philip decides that this is his chance. He can raise this new Caleb properly, make sure that his brother isn’t swayed by the evils of witchcraft again. The new Caleb doesn’t look exactly the same but it’s fine. Having him back is good enough.

And then the new Caleb betrays him too.

Maybe he befriended some witches, maybe he tried to learn magic, maybe he had some reservations about the whole genocide plan. Either way, this Caleb has gone the same way as the first.

So Philip kills him, and starts over with a new Grimwalker. This time he’s gonna get it right. This Caleb is gonna be the one.

But he’s not. He betrays Philip again. So Philip starts over again, tightening the leash this time. New-new-new Caleb can’t leave his sight, isn’t allowed to talk to people without Philip there, because it’s dangerous. But strict parents make sneaky children, and Philip catches new-new-new Caleb making out with a secret witch partner behind his back.

Philip realizes he needs to change his approach. Caleb isn’t listening to him? Well, he’ll make him listen. He makes the next one younger, establishes himself as an authority figure (dad feels too personal, so uncle it is), and makes himself the focal point of this new Caleb’s life. Continuing to call him Caleb feels weird, especially since there’s such a significant age difference between them now, so he gives this one a new name.

They’re going to be witch hunters, so he names the new one Hunter. It’s hilarious when you think about it.

And so the cycle continues. Hunter is born, grows up, rebels, and is killed. Over and over and over again. Philip grows numb to it at this point – he’s already killed dozens of them, and he doesn’t see them as individuals anyway. To him, it’s like a game, resetting and starting over from the last checkpoint to really, really get everything right this time.

He adopts his new identity as Belos, and lets Hunter believe it too. He preaches to towns, pulls more and more power towards himself, with Hunter by his side, his Golden Guard, the most perfect version of Caleb he can make.

They keep betraying him though, so with each iteration, the leash gets tighter. The Hunters become more and more isolated, Belos’s power over them greater and greater. Step out of line and be beaten, show disrespect and be verbally abused, betray him (which can be anything from actively trying to stop his plans to making a friend he didn’t approve of) and be killed, replaced with another Grimwalker.

Belos becomes Emperor of the Isles, and his Grimwalkers become his right hand men, answering only to him. Caleb by his side, just like he’d always wanted. Never mind that the Grimwalkers are nothing like Caleb now – they’re submissive, desperate for affection and attention. They’re afraid of Belos, but cling to him all the same, because he’s all they have. He’s made sure of that.

A few years before the Day of Unity, the culmination of his life's work, Hunter betrays him again. Belos got too lenient, allowed him to take on a student, and now he’s got all sorts of weird ideas in his head again. So he starts over, and this time, he makes sure that Hunter will stay pure and obedient until the Day of Unity.

No contact with the other scouts. No scroll, no crystal ball, no leaving the castle unless it’s for a mission. Keep the number of missions to a minimum, make him associate getting missions with good behavior. Monitor his training, monitor what he studies, keep him safe under lock and key. Make him desperate to please, never quite give him what he needs so he keeps clinging to you for more.

And it works. For a while. At least, until literally a week before the Day of Unity, Hunter shows up in Philip’s mind. And I mean, Philip doesn’t necessarily want to ruin this one, but he’s always liked testing loyalty. He can make another Grimwalker after the Day of Unity if this one fails.

And fail Hunter does, except… he doesn’t die. He escapes. Goes on the run.

Philip tries to get him back, sends out search parties and everything, but Hunter doesn’t turn up, and he’s got other priorities now. It’s fine, Hunter’s got a sigil. He’ll die during the Day of Unity anyway.

And then he fucking shows up to stop him! Him, a gaggle of witch kids, and Luz the Human, and they nearly fight Philip to a standstill! They nearly get the better of him! Philip tries to guilt trip Hunter back to his side – surely he doesn’t want to hurt his beloved uncle – but then what does he see? That Fucking Bird. Caleb’s bird. This one’s DEFINITELY gone too far now, murder mode it is.

But then oops, the Collector gets freed, Philip gets splattered against a wall, and the Draining Spell ends.

However, Phil’s not dead, somehow. He manages to shift his consciousness to one glob of goop that lands on Hunter, and rides along to the human realm, determined to salvage the dumpster fire this whole thing has become.

He gains back strength, spies on the kids, watches as Hunter does boring child stuff that’s absolutely nothing like how Caleb acted, until… Hunter finds a bit of his goop, and like a dumbass, sticks his finger into it. And Philip, who by now has gotten the hang of this whole Venom-stuff, crawls inside a wound, and into Hunter’s bloodstream.

And as he grows in strength, he realizes. This is it. This is the culmination of everything. Hunter isn’t Caleb, but dammit, he’s close enough. Philip can save him now, save him from these witches who have been a terrible influence on him, he can finally, finally complete his great work, with his brother by his side.

So when he gets strong enough, he takes over. Consumes whatever energy Hunter had stored in fat cells and his magic heart and uses it to power himself, growing himself throughout the kid’s whole body. Taking him over.

He’s finally united with Caleb again, he can finally finish what he started. Never mind that Hunter doesn’t want this. Never mind that Hunter fucking hates him for what he did. Never mind that Hunter isn’t Caleb, never mind that Caleb would never, ever have wanted this, never mind that Philip is now the corrupting force, it does. Not. Matter.

And then “Caleb” betrays him again. Because of fucking course he does. Philip literally fucking invaded his body like a parasite and made him kill his own Palisman with his bare hands, and he expected Hunter to just fucking lie down and take it? To let him do whatever? He robbed Hunter of his childhood, of his autonomy, of his personhood, and he expected the kid to not just accept it, but be grateful for it?

Well... Yeah. That’s how far gone he is. That’s how far removed from reality Philip has become. “Caleb” isn’t even a person to him anymore, “Caleb” is some kind of personification of his childhood nostalgia that he keeps trying to bring back into the flesh. And it’s not gonna work, because nobody could ever fill that role. Even the original Caleb wouldn’t be able to fill that role – in fact, that’s why Philip stuck a knife in his chest in the first place!

He’s lost EVERYTHING. He’s killed his own brother, he’s reduced himself to a parasitic goop monster that’s no longer living yet unable to die, the plan he’s spent 400 years working on blew up in his face, the realm he spent so long fighting for has moved on without him, and his latest attempt to create a new Caleb to comfort him not only rejected him, but actively despises him now. No fucking wonder he’s gone even more batshit insane.

I don’t know where the story is gonna go from here. Philip is still obviously trying to carry out his genocide, and Hunter is on the fucking war path now, so I have zero doubt that there’s going to be some sort of clash between those two. Hunter now also presumably has access to Flapjack’s memories, so him gaining memories of Caleb is also not out of the question.

Either way, Philip’s just gonna become Even More Not Normal about his brother, and I for one cannot wait.

#the owl house #toh belos #toh philip #toh caleb #caleb wittebane #philip wittebane #the google doc for this was called 'wittebrainrot'#it also took me multiple days to type up for some reason so if it feels like the tone is weird thats probably why #anyway i wanna study belos under a microscope

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simplepotatofarmer · 5 months

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ok so youve postedd about rivals gettingg mariedd before and now i need to know mmore marriage headcanons

whos at tthe wedding, whos officiating, married life, etc <- deranged

- @pandoras-hound

i'm still really fond of the idea that they do it for the bit and to annoy the heck out of quackity and sam and when people ask why they don't get divorced now that they're out of the prison 'cause surely it's not necessary now, they're just like 'ah lawyers are expensive and the only one we know is a jerk'.

but like. let's take it seriously.

personally, i don't think there would be a wedding but if there was, it'd solely be to set people up.

someone overhears phil or niki making a joke about the two of them and how they might as well get married and techno is like 'oh yeah we're workin' on it. steve is gonna be the flower girl' and now tommy is spreading the rumor there's going to be a wedding between the two most feared people on the server.

so techno and dream are like *shrug* might as well! and they send out invitations to the wedding at church prime and everyone shows up to object or cause drama or whatever but it's literally just skeppy in a wedding dress eating snacks and pointing everyone to a sign that says 'you got trolled losers'.

meanwhile, dream and techno are chilling with phil, ranboo, niki, and punz. maybe bad is the one who officiates them. whatever it is, it's small and quiet and full of laughter. steve is, in fact, the flower girl. niki baked a cake and michael underscore beloved put two little toy figures on top since there weren't any candles for some weird reason.

at some point, phil and techno have a moment to themselves. phil hugs his friend and says, 'i'm glad you're happy mate' and techno says, 'yeah. i am. pretty weird, huh?' and phil laughs and says 'can't lie, i wasn't sure at first but i'm glad. i really am.' and techno says he's glad too and excuse me, phil, i gotta go rescue my husband from the awkward social situation he's in.

anyway. that's how i think it'd go.

#loyal answers things #dsmpshipping #c!dnb #i have feelings about them.....

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comradeboyhalo · 6 months

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q!Bad has been trying so hard to burn his bridges so I consider purgatory a win for him! Though will say that I think it's nice that he and Bagi's bridge seem more or less the same? I don't think that his bridge with Bagi burned because she didn't have expectations from him like the others did from not knowing how Bad was before + she's heard him talk about wanting to eat/kill people and him being in the war before and still decided that was the guy she wanted to hang around her - even when they met up and she decided to go into her safe zone, she still gave him a chance to talk with her rather then going 'oh nah actually you're going to kill me so we won't meet at all' or she could have told her teammates on him, gave Bad permission to kill her and has been actively going 'hi Bad!!' when she saw him before the whole transferring team situation, just wanted to ramble that I appreciated the way their friendship works and how I feel like there's not gonna be a difference for them when they go back to the original island

yes! you are so right and i will now ramble!

i see q!bad's friends categorized in two areas: friends who can deal with his demon nature and friends who can't. bagi, despite her strong moral code, has seen bad at his worst, and is able to stomach all of it. she is able to forgive him (even if he may break her trust), understand the way he navigates his relationships, and continue to know that despite his actions, she has his back and he has hers. others who similarly take bad in stride are foolish, tina, aypierre, and etoiles. he may fuck them over, but they all end up shrugging it off and bouncing back. (this, of course, goes especially for foolish).

i would say phil and bad had a good friendship, but purgatory has effectively ruined it. they were just never close enough with each other for phil to understand who bad is at his core. cellbit (from what i observed) seems to hold more immoral actions (i.e cannibalism, murder) with a much heavier weight than bad. yes, he is a dark character, but notice how cellbit needed to be pushed in this direction via external circumstances? meanwhile bad always seemed to be holding off eating people and murder to just "fit in" with society, because these traits are just more innately part of him. and this is why i think bad won't hold a grudge against cellbit for purgatory, but cellbit could.

forever and baghera are a special case in which they became friends with someone who was nice and caring, were able to ignore the dark implications of his moral code, but then couldnt anymore once he began to spiral downwards. theyve both had their purgatory moment with him; they've already seen the lengths he'll go to. its definitely taken a toll on their friendship, but if they were able to move past his torture of ron, they'll be able to move past this too (and they already have: baghera may be opposing him but she's still happy to chat, and forever and bad's relationship has honestly improved in purgatory).

i do think, at the end of the day, bad is the kind of guy that is very easy to hate, but also someone you really want on your side. take tubbo or pac. he was by the far one of the most antagonistic characters to them on the island. but when you're fighting to survive, suddenly that bloodthirsty demon is real nice to have at your back. its why foolish is so careful to prod into bad's plans, to see if their motives line up. i do believe that, even if he burns bridges with majority of characters, he is still someone most characters would want to fight with, rather than against.

#ask #long post #badboyhalo

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pricescancerstickk · 7 months

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Dom! Possessive! Graves x Ballerina! Reader,

It was very clear that Graves was a no-nonsense and a very strict commander when he leads the PMC. A hard-ass and resilient. He had a very tough exterior and proved in situations he did have the upper hands and would show and assert his dominance whenever given that opportunity, in his town there had been a new ballet studio that opened up, And he was happy seeing you. His girlfriend all giddy and excited to go join, also eager and sweet, seeing the way your eyes twinkled with excitement when you babbled to him about wanting to go. Why would he ever say no?

“Come on, Again sweetheart,” Just him using pet names was already a bad sing, He’d never gone much further in his career outside of just being a mere ballet instructor, your instructor. The fact you were so naive gave him a false sense of security that he wouldn’t face the consequences most men would if he made a move on you. And he succeeded. His breath was heavy as his hands moved under your dress, You chewed your lip. Feeling uncomfortable by what he was doing, His hands moved to your hips under the dress, feeling your skin, “Can we get back to practice now?’ You asked quietly. Very clearly uncomfortable by the way this perv was touching you.

His voice was demanding as he looked down at you “Y/n, why don’t you come to my room for a extra little tut session, hm?”, You tried to protest as he pinned your body against the nearest wall. His fingers slipping to the elastic of your underwear before he got sent flying to the ground. With a loud thud, Screaming again when your wrist got yanked, getting dragged to the parking lot. Throwing into a passenger seat of the car.

“Do you not understand that you belong to me?” Graves asked Ina threatening tone, His grip on the steering wheel very tight. A vein bulged in his forehead, seeing the look on your face, Fear, Anxiety, Almost obedience. “M’sorry,” He knew you apologizing without being in the wrong was common. But he was still mad. He parked by the house, Regaining his composure, sighing lightly. “Get out the car’ he muttered, you stepped out, pointee shoes clicking onto the stone side walk. Walking inside his home

Dinner time was very silent though, not the usual talking and laughing, only silverware clanking and the sound of the faucet running as you washed your hands. Looking at your reflection in the mirror, seeing the mascara you had on stained (if you don’t wear makeup just say your face is really puffy. Either way,), wiping it off gently. Still traumatized by what happened. Graves entered the bathroom without knocking. His arm going around your waist. Pressing his lips to your ear. “Dinners ready, Darlin’” he whispered quietly. Still feeling bad about what happened to you. He led you over to the dining table. You held onto his pointer finger. A bit afraid remembering how his fist connected to the man’s face though…

He ate silently but occasionally his eyes darted towards your figure. Seeing you pushing the food around. Playing with it and zoning out rather and actually eating. “Darlin..Do I have to feed you or are you gonna eat?” He said quietly. His eyes soft but stern. “Come on baby, eat up” He urged you gently as his hand took yours, lightly taking your fork. Stabbing it into a piece of food and holding it near your mouth. “M’not hungry, Phil” He looked even sterner now, but soft, he gently moved it a bit closer. Your stomach growling gave it away. When you ate it he felt relived as you took the fork. Eating now. “If your ever in trouble don’t you keep it away from me. If something like this happens again you come straight to me. Understood?” He brushed your hair away from your eyes, You lightly nodded

“M’kay…”

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modelbus · 13 days

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Wrote this last night, ITS A COOL IDEA BUT ITS BARELY COMPREHENSIBLE!

Y/n is an ender dragon hybrid that was unsafe in the end, so Mumza (goddess of death) put them on Phil’s doorstep when they were like a month old. Phil is an adoptive parent to Techno, Tommy and Y/N. Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo are close friends, growing up Y/N was also close with them. Phil lives in a snowy biome, Techno and tommy have renovated bedrooms from when they were little for when they stay over. The main town is a big clearing in a forest with a river running through. (There’s no government-) Niki runs a flower themed bakery that also sells flowers, Puffy runs a training center, & literally all dsmp people you feel comfortable writing live there, so they can be in a crowd. (not wilbur ofc)

Y/N went missing 5 years ago, when they were 11. (Tommy was 8, Techno was 16) they were looking at the stars from a bench on a forested cliff they liked hanging out at cuz it had a view of their house and the mountains behind it, and XD found them while doin his thing and was like “wait- you’re supposed to be in the end, small child.. I don’t care the void is spreading and its going from looking like a purple and yellow overworld to a bunch of floating islands.” So he /tp’d them back to the end- KEKW anyway- Y/N’s time in the end decays them, turning the ends of their limbs (including their tail and wings) all void like and glitchy but also scales and they’re tall- (do I make any sense rn?) oh, and the endermen try to kill them but shulkers are nice. SO TRAUMA AND TRAPPED IN THE END FIVE YEARS tryna get tf out and go home but surprise being in the end makes em really powerful as the void melds with their soul and basically says “HEY! DRAGON KID, HIIII! YOU’RE COOL, WE’RE GONNA SLOWLY ATTACH TO YOU!.. oh daym your not dying like everything else we try to be friends with..” BOOM VOID POWERS, ITS ALL GLITCHY LOOKING AND BLACK HOLE STUFF, BUT THE VOID IS NICE AND DON’T MEAN TO EAT THINGS SO NOW THEY CAN CONTROL IT KINDA AND FLY AND STUFF.. eventually their void powers get all strong and shit so they can go home, but htey kinda fly around and see all their friends and family acting completely normal and having a GRAVE despite knowing Y/N was still alive somewhere. the void is mad that their family stopped looking for them despite there being no death messages on their communicators so like a protective bestie its all like “bro you gonna take that? You gonna let them forget you like this?. Hellll no.” And they are also like ‘wtf man YOU KNEW I WASN’T DEAD BUT GAVE UP LOOKING-?!’ After spending five years just trying to find a way back home.. SO VILLAIN ARK, THEY START BUILDING A HUGE CASTLE AND ITS LIKE BLACK & PURPLE EVIL CASTLE LAIR TYPA THING. the void oopsie kills the area around so its all like black and decayed around the castle and its like REAL evil lair shit. Y/N sends ominous notes with the coordinates acting like someone who kidnapped her being all like “come here and bring everything you have if want them back.” So they bring (insert all members mothy picks) along with them and go the the castle, BOOM ITS LIKE AN ESCAPE ROOM KINDA THING WITH PUZZLES AND TRAPS N SHIT. so they slowly make their way up to the throne room thats like at the top fighting things and doin puzzles but when they make it to the top they rise up on a little circle platform into the room all ready to see Y/N in a cage next to some big bad guy. but they see Y/N (5 years older than they last saw them) LOOKING LIKE A FUCKING EVIL QUEEN(or king or ruler) WITH END PARTICLES AROUND THEM AND THEY’RE PARTLY MADE OF VOID AND ALL EVIL DRAGON HYBRID QUEEN BADASS SPOOKY. So they’re pissed and stuff tommy is the first to talk before everyone else joins asking questions and being all confused and sad so they talk a little then they get pissed not believing how sad they are acting so they sends mobs made of materialised void to attack them from their throne it goes on a while and they keep fighting and trying to reason with Y/N before tommy is trying to convince them their not lying and explains that they finally decided to give the town a name after they had been missing year and named it after Y/N & built a statue of them as a memorial in the town enter after two years when they finally stopped looking, and what Y/N saw was just a small grave at their childhood home. They don’t believe it at first but eveyones like why would we lie about that?? So Y/N is all like Wait what- so I’ve been hurting you all for no reason- and they end up being horrified with themself after seeing their reflection in the gems on their crown, drop it and break the wall to fly away while repeating ‘I’m so sorry’ and crying. We cut out at tommy picking up the crown all angsty.

I DO have ideas for another 3-5 parts so like if you manage make it into smth and wanna continue it just say the word. *eyes*

-✨🌌🌙 Annon

you wrote this like it’s a movie and god I wish I could edit shit because I’d make you the movie it deserves. I somehow included too many Greek mythology references and for that I’m so sorry…

Pairing: Gn!Hybrid!Reader x Philza, Technoblade, Tommyinnit, Tubbo, Ranboo (+ cameos)

Doomed Dragon

You love the sun. It’s bright, and warm, and feels like how warm cookies taste when it beams down on your wings. It’s nearly blinding when it reflects off all the snow, but you don’t mind. Sometimes blinding isn’t a bad type of blinding, or at least that’s what Tommy said.

Speaking of Tommy, he told you ages ago he’d be back with Tubbo and Ranboo, but he isn’t. They all ran off to Niki’s flower-bakery-awesome-place so Tubbo could buy some dandelions, and you (being the wise 11 year old you are) decided that suntanning your wings was a far better option. You never did get the hang of trudging through all the snow, and you didn’t want to slather your wings in sunscreen for a fly.

Dad says you’re an ender dragon hybrid. It was a lot of fancy words that led to Techno poking and prodding at you, but you figure it’s practically the same as Dad’s wings. After all, his are black like yours, even if his are feathered and yours aren’t.

“Move it.” Techno orders from behind you, stepping over your wings. You do not, in fact, move. “Phil told me I could check on the dogs.”

You never got why Techno called dad by his first name. You and Tommy both said dad, but Techno just had to be special. Dad said it was his ‘teenage’ phase, and Techno was 16, so he’s got 4 whole years before he’ll call him dad again. Then the second half of his sentence clicks, and you gasp.

“Can I come with?” You plead, but he’s already shaking his head. “Please! I won’t even touch any, I swear!”

“You know they’re scared of your wings.” Techno huffs.

“I’ll tuck them under a blanket really well!”

“They have noses. Besides, aren’t you waitin’ for the rest of your group? What if they come back?”

You puzzle this over, then sigh. “Fine. But be super nice to the dogs for me.”

“Will do.”

Techno vanishes into the snowbanks, his red cloak and pink hair being swallowed up in the white of snow. He better give those dogs your love, or you’ll steal his special shiny books.

You settle into your sunbathing, eyes closing. After a few moments, there’s a thud.

“Techno, I know there’s no way you have those dogs my love—“ you start, eyes still closed.

“Not Technoblade, child.” The voice is echoey, and you jolt up. From above you, a man with two white wings and two glowing rings around his head stares. Looking at him too long makes your eyes hurt, and when you glance away you’ve already forgotten what he looks like.

“Who are you?” You ask sassily, because this is definitely a newcomer. They have wings like dad, but their pretentious ass clothing reminds you of Techno.

“You can call me XD. And you’re out of where you belong. Don’t worry, I’ll get you back to The End in no time.” A hand settles on your shoulder, and panic flares in your mind, because dad taught you all about stranger danger.

Before you can even scream, your stomach twist and drops, and the world around you vanishes entirely.

The End sucks. That was one undeniable truth; The End is horrible and you hate it. Between shulkers—purple things that open to shoot other things that make you float—and the endermen, you were over it.

Although, you had one friend in all the darkness and desolate floating islands. It never gave you a name, and whatever it spoke it certainly wasn’t English, but you understood it all the same. Even gave it a name; hard not to make friends with the one thing that seemed to speak back to you.

In a way, the void replaced the family that never found you.

“Morning, void.” You sigh, tossing a yellow rock into the darkness. It gets chucked back at you, entirely purple. “You’re in a mood today. Sad I didn’t die in the night like always?”

Silence. Then you feel the tingling in your wings, your long tail, the fingers that have turned purple. The void.

Ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ

“Yeah yeah.” You huff. “That’s me.”

You run your fingers alone the yellow stone below you. Mentally, you call it endstone. Seems fitting enough. Following your touch, purple spreads, eroding the stone. That’s been happening lately, and it always leaves the same tingling you get when the void speaks.

“This is so fucked.”

Ї ċḧöṡë ÿöü

“I didn’t ask to be chosen! I just want to go home.” Home to dad, and Techno, and Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, and all the others.

Ẅḧö ṡäïḋ ÿöü ċäṅ’ẗ?

“Um, logic and the fact there’s no way off this stupid fucking island?” You roll your eyes. You can’t fly long distances, and you’re too scared to try flying off into the void.

The void doesn’t respond, but your breath still catches. Is it implying that you could? That if you did, there was a way out?

Strange things have been happening to you and your body since you got here. And not in the teenage puberty way that dad talked to you about. Your wings had grown, your tail had gained fucking spikes, purple stressed spreading over your skin. Even your hair started blackening at the ends.

And then there was the fact that when you touched things, they sometimes turned purple. Sometimes, when you were really upset, the object would vanish completely, leaving behind a black hole of nothing. A hole that looked oddly like the void.

You weren’t science-smart, mostly because Sam never taught you before XD dumped you here. But you sure as hell knew that wasn’t normal.

Staring into the void, you make up your mind. “If you’re fucking with me, void, I’ll kill you. Somehow.”

You stand up, spread your wings, and hesitate. Were you really trusting some disembodied voice that gave you fucked up powers? But then the image of a grown-up Tommy, of your dad bent over the kitchen table, of Techno’s back as he walked away from you, all flash in your mind.

And you step forward.

It happens in a blink. It feels a lot like teleporting, the way your stomach twists and drops, the way your breath is stolen from your lungs. But instead of falling into the unfamiliar like you had 5 years ago, you emerge flying, a new person.

There’s snow below you, wind lifting your wings. Wind. Real wind. The air isn’t oppressive, isnt weighing down on you, isn’t leaving a sour taste in your mouth. It feels like home.

You bank down, landing on your feet in the snow. Under you, it warps, purple and black spreading outwards, twisting at the edges. One blink and it’s white snow, another and it’s all wrong again. That never happened in the end.

It doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re back. The world seems to call to you, a sense in your heart tugging you in a certain direction. You follow it on large wings.

Will Dad cry when he sees you? Will you finally see Techno emotional? Maybe they’ll take you out to dinner to celebrate being back: you’ve missed Bad’s cooking. Surely they’ve been searching for you, and you can’t wait to see their surprise when they realize you found your own way back.

The sun beaming down on you makes no hindrance in your flight. You aren’t Icarus, and the sun won’t stop you from being free. Techno used to tell you and Tommy that one, always joking that Tommy had the looks and you had the wings. Two halves of one whole.

You were about to reunite that whole.

Slowly, your home comes into view. The streets and buildings of the town, and just past that, the house you love. The house you can’t wait to sleep in for the next century. Dad is never getting rid of you.

It’s silent when you land, the second time your feet are touching the ground here. This time, the ground doesn’t glitch. Thank God for that.

“Dad?” You call out, pushing open the door. It was never locked when you were a kid. “Tommy? Techno?”

No response. Maybe they’re outside, or maybe they’re out looking for you? You’ll check the dog area for Techno first.

Trudging through the snow, you delight in making an impact and leaving footprints behind. You never got to see your footprints in the end. Funny how you miss the little things about life.

“Techno? It’s me, I’m ba…” you trail off, spotting a small weathered stone. That certainly hadn’t been there before. You take a few steps closer, staring down to read engraved words.

Your name stared back at you, paired with a date that was five years ago. The day you went missing.

They… they thought you were dead? Is this a grave?

Ṫḧëÿ’ṿë ḟöṛġöẗẗëṅ äḷḷ äḅöüẗ ÿöü

The void’s voice startles you, but you don’t dwell on the fact it followed you.

“No they didn’t!” You shout, but your heart is beating too fast, sick rising in your throat. “No, someone else has to be here!”

Before you realize it, you’re running. Following the familiar path to the town, coming to stop when you see a person. Antfrost, you can recognize him even now, whistling as he carries a box inside.

Acting normal. Normal, as if you didn’t disappear. Normal, as if you hadn’t been gone for five years. Normal, as if your disappearance never made an impact.

Ṗööṛ ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ

“No…” You whisper, staggering back. “I— I don’t—“

Ḟöṛġöẗẗëṅ. Ḧöẅ ċöüḷḋ ẗḧëÿ? Ṫö ÿöü? Ṡö ṗëṛḟëċẗ, ṡö ṁïṅë?

How could they indeed. The void is right. You’ve been forgotten.

Ṫëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ ḅëẗẗëṛ. Ṫëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ ä ḷëṡṡöṅ. Ÿöü äṛë ẅöṛẗḧÿ öḟ ṛëṁëṁḅṛäṅċë.

“How?” You whisper, arms curling around yourself.

Ṛëṿëṅġë, ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ. Ṫäḳë ṛëṿëṅġë.

“I don’t want revenge, void. I want—“

Ÿöü äṛë äṅġṛÿ. Ї äṁ äṅġṛÿ. Ẅë äṛë äṅġṛÿ. Ṫäḳë ṛëṿëṅġë, ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ.

Even as you want to deny it, you know it’s true. You are angry. Pissed, in fact. How dare they forget you? How dare they act as if you were nothing, as if your personal hell didn’t matter?

Slowly, an idea forms, pieces falling into place.

There’s a story you used to like, gasping and laughing at the drama of it as Techno told it. Indulged you.

A king and his friend, Theseus. The part you loved hearing was the end of it: Theseus sought refuge with the king, and the king pushed him off a cliff.

You sought refuge with this town, and they stabbed you in the back. And if they want your forgiveness? Well. They’ll have to prove themselves worthy.

Ä ċäṡẗḷë. Ḅüïḷḋ ä ċäṡẗḷë.

“With puzzles.” You murmur, planning with the void. Embracing it. “And traps, and mobs. Twelve floors.”

Ẅë ẅïḷḷ ẗëäċḧ ẗḧëṁ.

You don’t remember building the castle. Hell, you aren’t even sure if you could build something like this. It’s tucked behind mountains, black stone and purple stained windows hiding it in the shadows. Spires reach toward the sky as if they’re claws, threatening to rip a hole in the world.

The void, at some point, must’ve taken over for you and built it. That’s the only logical explanation you could come up with, bolstered with the evidence of the void’s impact on the landscape around the castle.

It’s obvious at first glance that something is wrong with the greenery. The flowers and trees have all withered and died, shriveling up into dull-looking husks. The snow has melted to reveal blackened grass underneath, and the mountain is infected with veins of purple. It looks evil. You look evil.

The void loves it. You aren’t so sure, but at least you look cool. And you felt cool setting up all the traps and challenges.

There’s mazes and mobs and hunts and puzzles, all of which you set up. Your favorite is the one where they’ll have to search the room to find three golden apples and deliver them into a chest. It was some tricky redstone, but once they do that the door will open. That’s the eleventh floor, the final one before you’ll finally see them.

All that’s left is to send out the notes, each of which you hand write in (quite honestly) horrible handwriting. The void helped with the threats and the purple paper, leaving you with a simple message.

“𝓑𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝟧 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀. 𝓛𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝓜𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒾𝓉; 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇.”

It’s stupid, and possibly cringey, but you’ve never written a ransom note before, so you think you’ll get a pass. You just need to send them and wait for the plan to start working.

It takes them less time than you thought it would to get through all of your rooms. It’s as if you blinked and they were all there, staring at you as you sit on your unnecessarily fancy chair.

“Are you real?” Tommy blurts out. He’s the same golden-hair kid you remember running around with, just grown.

Are you real? He had asked. Surely you don’t look that bad. The scales on your arms grew, certainly, and purple particles floated all around you, but it was still you.

“Kid?” Dad asks, stood next to Tommy. “Are you— what are you doing?”

“Where have you been?” Puffy adds on, wide-eyed. “Have you been safe?”

Your gaze sweeps over them all, anger clawing its way up your throat. Puffy, Niki, Antfrost, Bad, Ranboo, Tubbo, Tommy, Dad, Techno, Sam. All of them are here, staring at you with mixed expressions of horror and sorrow and surprise.

It’s fake. It must be fake. They gave up on you! They left you for dead, left you to rot alone!

“You’re all liars!” You shout. “Acting sad, as if you didn’t stop looking for me!”

“We didn’t—“ Tubbo starts, but you cut him off.

“Stop!” You hold your hand up to signal him to stop talking, but purple particles swirl in front of your palm and materialize into something solid. Then again, and again.

It’s not until there’s ten purple figures that you realize what you’ve done. You created mobs, living creatures made of the void. One of them groans like a zombie, then rushes at Sam. He reacts immediately, swiping his sword at its head. The purple head rolls, disintegrating. Then, it reforms on the void-zombie’s shoulders.

And then all hell breaks loose.

Everybody’s shouting and swinging their weapons around, trying to figure out how to get rid of the void-zombies. All you can do is watch, wide-eyed and shell-shocked. Those things came from you, from your anger.

“You’ve got to get rid of these things!” Techno shouts, looking over at you while swinging his axe.

And you? You don’t do a damn thing.

“We looked for you, all of us! We’d never give up!”

“Shit, a little help!”

“Oh, God…”

Everyone’s voices mix into one big mess of noise, only made worse by the noises of the weapons and the void-zombies.

“We named the town after you!”

Your head whips toward Tommy’s voice, eyes focusing on him. He ducks under a void-zombie’s hand, staring back at you.

“And Ranboo has this brilliant idea— we made a statue of you! Well, Sam made it, but it’s pretty sick looking.” He adds.

“…You’re lying.” You accuse, but you already know he’s not.

“Why would we lie about something like that?” Niki asks, gentle despite the violence filling the room.

As if on command, all the void-zombies vanish.

Oh, God. Oh God oh God oh God oh God. What have you done? What have you become?

Ḷïẗẗḷë ḋṛäġöṅ…

We’ve fucked up. You’ve fucked up. The horror is cold, spearing through your body, no part of you untouched.

Your glassy eyes catch on the chandelier, a thousand crystal images of you reflecting like a mirror. And all you can see is the void. The glitchy darkness surrounding you, the horrible thing you’ve become.

Maybe you’re a coward for it, but you run, crown falling from your head. The second your hand brushes against the wall, it vanishes, glitching out of existence as you hurtle through it and into the dark night.

“Kid!”

You don’t look back.

The silence you leave behind is eerie.

Five years. Five years since they last saw you. And now here they were.

Tommy is the first to step forward, to grab the crown you had dropped. He always liked shiny things, but more importantly, he liked keeping your things after you went missing.

He looks down, meeting his own eyes in the gems.

This crown doesn’t feel like you at all.

#dsmp #mcyt #mcyt imagine #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit #philza x reader #philza #technoblade #technoblade x reader #ranboo #ranboolive #ranboo x reader #tubbo #tubbo x reader

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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hey, can u write for Phil where he had a bad day and just want to be held by the reader while he cries on her chest.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐍 ft phil foden

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Phil had a very bad day at practice leads to a minor injury and he was frustrated and overwhelmed but he's glad to have you...

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst + fluff / ( ☆ )

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: depressing theme, and mental breakdown

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: HELLO! I'm sorry if this is seem rushed and does not seem too detailed, I'm fighting every urges in me to do this as perfect as I can so I hope you likes it even though I'm late. Happy reading xx!

'Phillip, where are you going?' You cling to him not wanting to let go but yet he still lets go 'Sweet, this is our last practice before our match. Let me go alright, then I promise to spend the whole day with you!' He stares into your eyes and cups your cheeks, forehead touching giving you one affectionate gesture to where he flutters his eyelashes against your skin.

'I'll see you tonight, yeah?' He kiss the corner of your lips before he left the house.

You wander around the house the whole day, doing chores and cleaning the untouched parts of the house, and preparing dinner for you and Phil. The clock reaches 7 and a half when your phone buzz inside the pink bunny apron you are wearing. The call was Phil so you picked it up. 'Hello?' It was harsh and fast on the other side but you waited until someone said a word 'Phil had a minor on his ankle during practice, can you pick him up?' It was Jack's voice, you hum before rushing to get ready and making sure you turn off every stove before you headed to the venue.

When you arrived, you see one of the staff waiting for you n the entrance 'He's in the locker room, and doesn't speak since he got out of the injury room.' You ran alongside her to the locker room. The guys are outside, all of them except Jack.

'They're inside.'

You jog to the room seeing Jack and Phil sitting on the bench 'Hey,' He pets Phil on his back before leaving the room. 'Phil...' You murmured inching his way and sat down 'Come along, we head home alright?' He was quiet for once before he nods and left with you.

The ride home is gloomy and hazy, Phil said nothing but to bore out in the passing buildings, you try to start a chat but he said none to which you sighed and leave him be.

Once you got home, you run a warm bath and help him do his bath, his leg not helping by aching and throbbing each time he overstepped the tiles. Once you did, you put clothes on for him and bring him to the kitchen to have dinner. 'I made your favorite dish!' You beam trying to lighten the muddied atmosphere but Phil not budging.

You put his portion inside his plate and one for yours, the night dinner date you plan suppose to be bright, full of remarks and chats not quiet, gloomy, and uncomfortable but you can't complain. Your boyfriend needed time and you are willing to give him as much time as he wanted.

You finished eating up, washed dishes, and put Phil to bed. 'Phil?' You begin, crawling next to him under the thick duvet and half laying with your head against the headrest. He hums ushering you to continue without battling an eye on you 'Are you... Fine...?' He plops beside you on the bed, arms carefully wrap around you 'I'm fine...' His voice cracks, and unwavering breaths follow right after. Your clothes suddenly soak with salty and warm tears when Phil suddenly cries on you.

'I was so prepared, that last move! It was supposed to be perfect all according to plan but I just had to mess up and tackled down! It's not fair, I've been waiting for this!' You shush him, soothing his palm caressing his back with open palm 'It's gonna be fine...' You whispered tightening your hold around him when he cries harder 'You will come back, stronger when you sort your mental health and it will be perfectly fine. I knew that, I believed in that. It will be fine Phillip.' You press a light kiss on his head and held his face not your other palm gently stroking it whilst you wipe his tears away.

It was a long time before Phil stopped crying. He kept his arms around you making sure you are comfortable enough and slept with burning eyes and a runny nose. You gave his head a pet before you fell asleep, chin brushing over his hair in comfy.

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de-n-i-al · 6 months

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Out of context quotes

(qsmp red team)

Foolish: 'seems killable'

Cellbit: 'fucker shit cum balls, cum balls'

Jaiden: "we just need to camp them out for 1 hour and 20 minutes'

Slimecicle: 'I'm like a little rat'

Slimecicle: 'I'm just kneading dough in the backyard, I'm malewife-ing'

Foolish: 'let's kill him :D'

Slimecicle: 'I'm going to come drop you kids off your lunch'

Jaiden: 'they're calling you momcicle'

Slimecicle: 'sorry to make you wait, kids, moms gotta eat too'

Carre: 'very loud high pitched screaming'

Cellbit 'were fucked, it's joever'

Jaiden 'AAAA Etoiles is after me, I'm dead'

Slimecicle: 'Tubbo! How are you so fucking fast?!'

Foolish 'so what's the game plan? Run and hide or?'

Jaiden: 'I HOPE THEY BURNN'

Philza: 'I got everyone hats'

Jaiden: 'I want to be the king of pirates!'

Philza: 'should I just fuckin run for the thing?'

Slimecicle: 'we made a pool'

Slimecicle: 'I hope I melt'

Slimecicle: 'I'm going to verbally assault them'

Philza: 'they started it!'

Slimecicle: 'The bread for my beautiful children is here!'

Slimecicle: 'Hey Phil, my beautiful boy, I have something for you'

Slimecicle: 'phil this is fucked up, you don't do this to a roleplayer'

Slimecicle: 'they didn't even 'yes and' they 'no sworded'

Slimecicle: 'Phil, I just want to be a desirable male wife'

Slimecicle: 'Guys, let's remember to have fun'

Philza: 'I like how no one hesitated to turn on others'

Jaiden: 'BAD YOUR SUCH A HATER'

Jaiden: 'he took my God damn straw hat'

Philza: 'were getting spawn camped by badboyhalo and tubbo'

Slimecicle: 'what to the right'

Philza: 'she's gonna kill you man'

Slimecicle: 'i hate everyone who isn't you guys'

Slimecicle: 'I don't think I can look fitmc in the eyes'

Slimecicle: 'We can't even place blocks on half of our land BECAUSE MY BODYS ARE ALL OVER'

Philza: 'the teams are so balanced'

Slimecicle: 'I don't know how to make a backpack'

Philza: 'Can we go back to adventure mode and roleplay'

Slimecicle: 'Please, I'll do anything, just get me off this island'

(Ngl at this point they all go crazy)

(Also charlie loses his fucking voice)

Slimecicle: 'hey cellbit want to beat the shit out of each other?'

Everyone: 'screaming'

Slimecicle: 'ADMINS CAN YOU DO /SLIMECICLE HAPPY??!?!'

Philza: 'Guys, I think we are the cursed team'

Jaiden: 'Do you think the admins are watching us and seeing what to change'

Slimecicle: 'This isn't purgatory, this is hell'

Jaiden: 'take the children!'

Philza: 'This is too much I'm dying'

Jaiden: 'Hey guys, want to huddle together for the last 30minutes?'

Philza: 'I'm light headed'

Slimecicle: 'i feel the right side of my brain hurting'

Jaiden: 'Philza, kill yourself'

Slimecicle: 'The most fun I've had is burning myself to death'

Jaiden: 'Look at the piles of bodies'

Jaiden: 'Untangle it like a spaghetti'

Slimecicle: 'Admins spawn herobrine'

Baghera: 'Can't wait for wilbur to join'

Slimecicle: 'Guys, let's all meet up and go to Disney land and send the pictures to badboyhalo'

Slimecicle: 'your happy? I'm thrilled baghera'

Philza: 'We become npc's'

Slimecicle: 'I can't tell if I'm having a great time or a panic attack'

Foolish: 'I'm tingly everywhere'

Everyone: 'weird ass singing'

Jaiden: 'singing gangnem style'

(Fucking kill me omfg I'm watching the stream and my ears are dying)

Cellbit: 'I want to go to purgatory in real life'

Jaiden: 'HOW IS THERE STILL 15 MINUTES LEFT'

Philza: 'Guys i brought us a fidget toy'

Cellbit: 'This is a pretty fucking balanced team yeah'

(Continuous killing of eachother)

Slimecicle: 'let's hop in the other chats and see how they are doing'

foolish: 'WHY ARE MY ARMS STILL TINGLY??'

Philza: 'HOW ARE WE STILL SECOND????'

Philza: 'Were going to roleplay a village, im going to make a school'

Foolish: 'I want to get burned by the sun, just to feel something'

Cellbit: 'What if we make a team to fight against the people who put us here and call it oder theorists'

Baghera: 'Philza, where are you? I'm going to kill you'

Philza: 'baghera come kill me'

Jaiden: 'IM BACK BITCH!'

(THEYRE JUST KILLING EACHOTHER)

cellbit: 'We ended up on second, green will never live this down'

Slimecicle: 'What do you want from us...'

Cellbit: 'maybe I shouldn't have killed all of those fed workers'

Slimecicles: 'Guys, I'm like clearly turning into a code'

Slimecicle: '3 months ago, I dumped 3 pounds of sand down philzas toilet, so foolish would think he clogged it'

(Cellbit and slime have lost their voices 0_0)

Slimecicle: 'I fucking sound like a dying goose'

Philza: 'dantdm is canonically dead'

(They all agreed to become more decrepit bro)

(They are going to have fucked up skins too bro)

(They are going crazy)

(God this is killing me, why am I doing this)

Slimecicle: 'fuck my arc I'm going on a cannibal arc'

(God dammit this has been the most fucked up stream I've ever watched)

(They are going to rebalance it thank fuck)

#qsmp #qsmp red team #qsmp team bolas #qsmp foolish #qsmp cellbit

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missbunnybunny · 1 year

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Someone come get Widow! Cursing, dark humor I believe. Someone put Widow on a leash. Both Widow and I can't cook SMH. Spelling errors cuz I can't spell, Enjoy the madness living in my head rent-free. Thank you for reading 🙇🏽‍♀️. What is going on here!?! Price is having a heart attack in the background. Why is widow climbing the walls?!?

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Widow: könig, are you a tree?

König: umm no?

Widow: cuz I wanna climb ya.

König: 😳 I-

Widow: ☺️hehe

*Ghost hitting Widow on the side of the head with a newspaper* bad Widow, down girl.

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* Random stranger* come on sweetheart just a lil bite, sharing is caring.

Widow: am not caring thus am not sharing. * continues to eat her cake*

*Random stranger* But-

*Widow pulls out her gun* ask me again and I'll be sharing somethin' else with ya.

* never try to take a woman's last piece of 🍰 she just might kill for it.*

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*Widow in cute clothes all happy*

*creepy dude trying to flirt* hey, beautiful 😍.

*Widow smiling happily* Yes? 😊

*Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and König in the background. Scary dog privilege ACTIVATED*

(Not gonna lie this shit would scare me if I saw it at night)

*Creppy dude* N-nothing. * runs for his life*

Widow: huh weird... * looking behind her*

*Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and König returning to normal* 🙂

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Graves: am gonna do it, am gonna jump.

Ghost: do a flip.

Widow: can I go home now , his an attention whore. This is like the 4th time this week.😒

*Price in a panic*: the fuck is happening here?!?😦

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* Widow on a mission*: I don't think this is safe.

Ghost:...😐😑😐

Soap: widow-

Gaz: bitc- Widow we are in a battlefield.

Widow: oh yeah.....right. whoops, my bad. Hehe...😅😅

Soap: widow, are you sure you didn’t hit your head?

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*Widow annoyed at graves * trigger warning am pulling my trigger.

Graves: what-

Ghost: Approved

*Widow shoots graves in the leg, but misses by an inch*

Widow: next time ya talk so much shit I'll go for ya jewels.

Graves: I was just asking you on a date?!?

Widow: live up to ya name and Phil a grave soon. You know like the dig-ya-own grave type of humor.😒

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*Widow hiting her toe on a table* : coño, maldita mesa del diablo. ( fuck, fucking Table from hell)

Gaz: you good, there?

Widow: si, am good. (Yes) * no, she is not. She shaking and planing the tables death*

The table: I was the one assaulted here!?! Why you cursing at me for?!?

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Alejandro: olle Widow. Got you some empanada! (Hey)

Widow: is this heaven...??🥹

Ghost: so you did remember to bribe her with food, Smart.

Alejandro: yup.

*Widow enjoying her food like a child* ✨️☺️✨️ kicking and swinging her feet.

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*Widow standing at the door looking at könig*

*König cooking*

Widow: I love a man that can cook.😍

Soap: yeah, cuz ya would burn down the whole base. 😒

Widow: I would not! ( Yes, yes she would 🚨🚒🔥)

Soap: remember last time?

Widow:

Widow: hehe...😅 * she gave everyone trauma with her cooking skills*

Soap: see, you're a danger to the kitchen. * Nah she's a danger to the world when she cooks🤣 *

(I think I had way too much fun writing the introduction😂)

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#ghost call of duty #gen z shit #ghost x reader #könig cod #cod modern warfare #cod price #gaz cod #ghost mw2 #könig x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro mw2 #soap x reader #soap call of duty #soap cod #gaz x reader #gaz mw2 #cod graves #graves mw2 #gen z things

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DAN AND PHIL REACT TO PHAN TWITTER REACTIONS w/ timestamps

.03 sir please don’t crack your hands in my ears.

.11 way to early in the video for a phude Jumpscare

.16 DIP AND PIP ?!!!??

.26 tbh shoutout to Phil for acknowledging that even tho we have fan accounts, not everything we say, create, post is something we would want them to see. Love the self awareness. Appreciate the space he provides

.35 rip Dan memes and tumblr tags

.56 I actually needed to be told I am gorgeous and intelligent, I knows it’s fake but it’s nice to hear even if fake

1.37 WHY IS HE **** ********* THE MIC N O NO NO NO NO WHAT??????

2.08 chill Phil we weren’t gonna fight about it. You’re Edward… OKAY

2.25 how many times are they going to watch pinof 1 ! Babes you can do that anytime you want not just on camera

2.37 Phil is in FULL CRISIS realizing how messy he is as if they haven’t already talked about this before

3.09 TUMBLR NEVER LEFT. YOU LEFT.

3.29 the synced lean in as they discovered the dan has something in his teeth bit was a video

3.40 SO SO SO GLAD THE SOCK VIDEO MADE IT. AND HES ACKNOWLEDGING

3.46 SHOES SOCK VIDEO JUMPS ARE😭😭😭

4.24 “keep reading” oh goodness that. Sir. Okay.

4.44 hi just realized is Dan wearing a muscle tank under the see through shirt????? Side note. Want the see through shirt

5.03 FANTASTIC FOURSOME JUMPDVARE

6.14 NO DAN NOT KATE THEY ARE LISTENINF. DONT BECOME INVOLVED IN ANOTHER ROYAL CONSPIRACY

7.41 absolutely fire meme. I laughed so loud I actually had to pause the video. Worst part? I had already reposted on twt yet still reacted to it

8.05 he is staring into my soul. Hell how is he staring THROUGH my soul

9.17 no words. “It’s not a bad look” alakakakak???

9.22 So suddenly it’s not “we” anymore, huh?

9.53 rip Phil’s slit😫

10.08 I just through Dan making a joke then immediately hitting Phil to let him know he was joking was really funny. Stuff I do with my friends I am tactile

11.46 I ALWAYS thought that image was edited to have all of them. I didn’t realize it was a real photos

12.38 OH MY FOS????? JUMPSVARE WHAT THE HELL

12:45 those pounds weee so aggressive. It sounded like they really hurt. I’m hurt listening

12:46 Phil is watching that monitor like a HAWK he is NOT losing monetization bc Dan wants to wap

13.00 Phil saw and saved this and nobody knew. He lurks. Nobody is safe.

13:36 about nine “what can I say”s in. Dan has a genuine look of terror and confusion. He looks like he’s playing up his reaction a bit in the beginning, laughing and stuff and acting annoyed but this point is genuine horror and realization. This is so gold. Will be giffing later. Also precious Phil

14.50 okay the editing kinda memes his monologue a bit but i was high key inspired. He’s so wrote. Everything is a story that must be concluded. I love that thought process. Clearly bc I am also a grade a yapper but still

15:50 oh the immediate IMMEDIATE regret in Phil’s face

16:35 we love a self aware king. The poster was a tad rough

16:56 THUS CIDEO AND COMMENTARY JS SO SO SO GOOD

17:38 YES THANK YOU THE WADVERT WAS RVEFHONE. We couldn’t eat sleep or think without seeing it

18:11 please wash your blanket? Guys? Like? You can clean, wash, or dry clean anything. Please?

19:00 tbh saw under the robbing blanks and it wasn’t even that bad? Compared to every horrific demon phannie thing that has been seen? Not bad! Could have been worse

19:45 2021 period???? Hello??? You were gone since 2018? At least from dapg??

20:44 yet???? Capitolestor strikes again

20:50 did they not have a keep calm and something on poster in their apt at one point??? Some people?? You mean you???

21:16 I SAW THIS WHEN IT DROPPED. love dami sm. This video was so good

22:24 JUMPSCARE

22:55 “1992” “Daniel” calm down

23:25 “you also let me” guys??? How is this forced situation? Who decided??

24:20 he needs to back away from the mic I can feel him breathing in my ears my goood ess??

24:34 I’m screaming bc they used a clip from the section before we all thought they got high. This section they posted was just a cute section

24:54 literally speechless. Also jumpscare?

26:30 the entire dan induced conclusion is beautiful I love them and their banter

26:54 nvm can you lean into the mic closer and tell us you’re proud again??? Needed that???

#dan and phil #amazingphil #dnp #phil lester #daniel howell #philip lester #dan howell #danisnotonfire #dan and phil renaissance #dnpgames

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