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midnightmarev · 9 months

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I have a thing I wanna write and Twitter wasn't very helpful

I got an internet parents!pirate AU on my mind, but I need some help.

One of them is a pirate (technically not in the beginning) and the other is the literal heir to the royal throne but they hate it and are never listened to by the king.

Whoever is the royalty sneaks out to experience normalcy. They meet the other on that escapade, never telling them who they actually are, and they fall in love! However, they end up getting caught after a long while of this, and the "commoner" of the two is sentenced to piracy and vows to rescue their love.

It's pretty simplified cuz I don't wanna reveal too much, but trust me, I got a lot for this AU. Magic is a thing in this world, btw, as are mythical and magical creatures :smile:

Originally, I was gonna (and probably still am) write this story with some OCs of mine, but I thought about it and it would fit so well with the parents as well :3

They're also both pop-off badasses in their own right, like, "father king, if you execute the love of my life I will simply join them" kinda badass and be ready to jump out the window from the tallest tower just to keep their love alive >:3

Like, the obvious choice would probably be to have Kristin be the princess and Phil the pirate, but it would also be so funny for Phil to be the prince and Kristin the one sentenced to piracy after first being accused of being a witch who put a spell on the prince but he was like, "nuh uh, if you do that I will simply off myself as well >:)" so it got reduced to "go out to sea, you're a pirate now and if we ever see you again you're dead," like, free pass that day but after that, it's on sight.

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firesnap · 4 months

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If I'm going to be parasocial here, back when those Jackbox streams were happening, you could tell which were a "content creator friend group" and who were actually friends when they weren't streaming. Like, you had one group that when it came time to write insults or jokes about someone would go with very "haha dicks and your mom" jokes and then you had SBI who would write the most custom tailored jokes about each other you had ever seen. You'd have Philza Minecraft calling Wilbur Soot a sad emo boy who does nothing but make pitiful guitar music and flop his hair over his eyes and then Wilbur would shoot back that Tommy had done nothing but call them repeatedly until everyone gave up fighting him and made his entire career out of being a mash up of Schlatt and Wilbu and Techno would rip apart anyone that tried to even APPROACH their dynamic while reminding the rest of SBI that they had been owned by him in every game or server they've ever done together.

Then they'd finish streaming and go play fucking Risk or something 10 hours like nothing had been said.

Like. I fucking miss SBI, man. There's a reason I think we all fixated on them during quarantine and it's because there was a genuineness to their friendship that others couldn't replicate. You knew it was a treat to see them on streams together because you knew they'd rather be offline doing stuff together than entertaining us.

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crystalizing-stars · 2 years

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Borealis - Chapter One

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Most angels fall for their sins; he falls for Death.

How can he not, when he is the subject of Her affections?

He does not remember when they first met, Death and Her Angel. He can only recall the whispered promise to join Her at the end, when his duty had been fulfilled. Oh, how he had been lost in the warm hues of Her eyes and enveloped in the rich tone of Her voice! Her touch, as gentle as it was kind, set his skin aflame and caused his very soul to ache.

It was this very ache that drew the angel out into the snow, longing blue gaze cast toward the heavens. His eyes tracked the ribbons of light that danced through the night sky, wings quivering at the sight of Her love. She was the reason the auroras shone, the artist behind the beauty of the skies. One of Her many gifts to Her beloved angel, a breathtaking reminder of their love.

She sends him many gifts, Her angel. She sends the lights that dance in the northern skies, the flowers that bloom in the killing fields. She sends Her crows to remind him of the infinite amount of ways She loves him. She sends Her angel gifts, and he in turn gives his undying love and his promise to join Her at the last of his breaths. He gives Her his life, his heart, his soul.

In the snow, under Her lights, the Angel of Death dances to the melody of their love. A beautiful unwritten symphony shared between the two star crossed lovers, telling of their life and their love. They do not worry, for theirs is a song that will continue on long after the angel has joined his Lady, the notes ringing out even when there are none left to listen. And so the angel dances under the lights, eyes half closed and a faint smile ghosting upon his lips.

His feathers ruffle, wings twitching as he moves with the grace and fluidity of a natural born dancer. Above the bright scent of freshly fallen snow, pine cuts through, a reminder of Her forests created for his protection. Another gift of Hers, borne from Her love and care. No one but Her angel and his flock would be able to navigate those forests, and those who wished him harm would be repelled by the thorns and branches that threatened to close them in and trap them.

Her angel had not had a flock for so long, for an angel touched by Death (no matter how nice Death may be) is an angel who is best left by their lonesome. She knew Her angel had always found it easier alone after his first flock had passed. The life of an immortal, even one as fragile as his, inevitably meant outliving those around him. Her angel did not wish for connections to those he would eventually have to see buried, and so he remained alone.

The gentle caress of the winter’s breeze through his hair had Her angel smiling widely, for though he dances in the snow, he does not feel the bite of cold. Another one of Her many gifts to him, brought to him by the vibrant lights that gave the sky life. He feels Her all around him, in the air and the snow and the sky, and knows She is watching. He pours his love into his dance, a show put on only for Her loving eyes. While he still lives, this is how he spoke to Her, how he best showed Her his love.

He knows that Her crows watch from the trees, but they are silent as they gaze upon this display of adoration and worship. The world seems to hold its breath as Death watches Her angel from a place She cannot hold him, where he cannot quite see Her. Such was the Law, and even one as grand and powerful as Death was bound by it. She could watch and nothing more. Those who roamed the realm still, who continued to draw breath, through whose veins still flowed lifeblood, could not interact with Her nor She with them. And so She sent Her gifts, for that was all She could do.

At times, Her heart ached to see Her angel so alone. How desperately She wished to take him to Her bosom and cradle him in Her gentle embrace! And yet, and yet. His duties unfulfilled, She stays Her hand and bears with the pain. Just a little longer. Her angel would be by Her side soon. She just has to wait and watch for a little while longer.

“My love,” Her angel whispers to the wind, “my love, my Lady.”

His dance ends with Her angel kneeling, head bowed and wings flared out behind him. The lights dance in the sky, the snow reflecting their shine. Her angel seems to glow, wings of the night shining with purple hues, golden hair cascading over his shoulders turning a silvery color in the moonlight. He is beautiful in all the ways an angel should be beautiful, beautiful in all his love for Her. He remains still, the only sign of movement the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. He looks as though he were a statue, Her angel does, made out of the most precious materials in the realm. For a moment, She holds Her breath, and then Her angel rises once more and takes to the sky.

He flies among Her lights, soaring through the star speckled sky. Her crows follow him, the beating of their wings the only indication of their ascent. She watches as Her angel flies through the air, reaching toward the lights as though he could touch them. This was as close to Her as he could be without succumbing to Her embrace, among the stars and the ribbons of light that were eternal reminders of Her love.

He remains in the skies for as long as he can, the thrill of his love for Her rushing through his veins and lending him strength. He remains until the lightening of the skies heralds the dawn of a new day, and only then does he gently fall back to the earth.

On his lips there is a promise. A vow to his Lady.

He will always be Hers.

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#borealis #chapter one #chapter one - borealis #text post #writing #dsmp fic #angel of death philza #philza minecraft #misstrixtin #goddess of death #ao3 #I can't find who made the text divider #help

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oceanautumn · 1 year

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reading over some qsmp posts and tags and comments and stuff. and now that i'm thinking about it

these people came here for a relaxing vacation and have suddenly been stuck in what might be one of the most stressful experiences of their lives. they spend a few days trying to figure out how to survive on their own and then they're saddled with Children. who they have to take good care of under threat of angering this dragon mother.

some of the children are dying of natural causes and one of the children was murdered in charlie slimecicle's attempt to make a deal with the devil to protect his daughter by giving her a gun. juanaflippa then used said gun to kill a man after he broke into her room, killed her dad, and tried to kill her.

charlie committed a literal crime in the process of getting footage of mariana killing her and went on a murderous rampage across the server in his grief trying to kill all the other kids.

quackity went drinking with his multiple-days-old son and doesn't know who the father is.

tomorrow they're having a court case to decide which parent will be sacrificed to bring back juanaflippa.

this is minecraft roleplay. these children are eggs. slimecicle freestyled rapped a bedtime story for his daughter after murdering philza minecraft's child. aforementioned old man has completely fucked up his sleep schedule trying to take care of a minecraft egg. everyone is gay for each other except for jaiden animations. quackity told tilín he might have two dads and tilín asked if that made them a "le tres leches." roier and two of the eggs are blowing up the server. This Is Fucking Minecraft Roleplay

#qsmp #quackity #slimecicle #philza #el mariana #jaiden animations #roier #mcyt #there are probably a lot of things i'm missing here this is just what's coming to mind when i first think about the recent happenings #its like. shockingly easy to forget that this is literally minecraft roleplay #everyone is doing a very good job

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factorialsotherfandoms · 6 months

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"Do you think Philza's okay?"

Fit rolls over to look at Pac, his roommate staring up at the ceiling. He reaches over, cautiously offering his hand. Pac, of course, takes it just as hesitantly.

"Cell's back, maybe after you, and you're worried about Phil?" Okay, so Fit is worried too, but his point is well made. Pac had only told him some of the situation, in whispered tones and terrified whimpers a few hours ago, and he was worrying about someone who was at least safe?

Pac turns his head, and looks Fit dead in the eye. "You're with me. I know you won't let anyone hurt me. But who's with him?"

"He's safe enough," Fit says. "Physically at least."

"He just didn't seem, ah," Pac struggles with his words for a moment. "Well?"

"It's not really my place to say," he replies. "But he's Philza. He'll be fine."

"Will he?" Pac asks, fretting already. "If the Federation is inside his head, making him see things..."

It's a worry Fit has too, one he really doesn't want to think about. He wants to pretend that his old friend is fine, that going and murdering blazes and magma cubes will have fixed everything. He needs to believe it, because the alternative... The alternative is there's nothing he can do.

"Do you really believe him?" Pac asks. "That there was a book there."

"Yes."

"Why?"

Fit sighs, and sits up. He turns on the lamp and stretches, looking around his room of missing texture flooring and ugly walls - the safest place he could think to bring Pac when he heard the news.

"It's not the first time," Fit says. "Phil... He swears it was a dream, that he was just sleeping. He wasn't. Tubbo and me? We checked every corner of his house. He wasn't there. Then he takes us to where he thought he was taken and he swears there's nothing weird about it? But it's full of parrots - they shouldn't have spawned there. Tubbo even found an avocado sapling."

"Philza has a lot of avocados," Pac agrees. "You think the Federation took him?"

"I'm not sure, it's not their usual behaviour," Fit frowns. "But I don't know who else it would be?"

"The codes?"

"Maybe." Fit cracks his head to the side. "But I know Phil. Whatever he saw? It terrified him. And anything that scares Philza Minecraft is nothing you ever want to see."

"Should we ask him if we can visit?" Pac has a calculating look on his face. "I can cry scared all over again, I just need to remember why. And his bunker is very safe. They might look for me in your house, but they'd never think of his."

"Why? Is my company not good enough for you?" Fit is mostly teasing.

Mostly.

"No! No, no, no," Pac waves his hands in a desperate attempt to be understood. "I just... I'm worried, you know?"

"Yeah..." Fit sighs. "Yeah, I'm worried too... I'll ask him."

Pac nods, and Fit types.

You whisper to Ph1LzA: Can I bring Pac over? We might need to stay the night.

Ph1LzA whispers to you: sure mate

Ph1LzA whispers to you: is everything okay?

You whisper to Ph1LzA: We'll explain when we get there

That's the end of that; Fit shows his communicator to Pac, who agrees.

"I'm not really faking the tears," Pac promises, already tearing up. "I just don't think about it, and then it isn't real."

Pac's not the only one acting like that, Fit presumes; Philza's constant denials even with evidence in front of him... Whatever the fuck happened in that forest, it's nothing good. Something so terrible believing his memory is at fault is somehow better.

"To Phil and Missa," Fit reminds Pac, not really needing it.

They warp together, and at the same time.

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Philza is waiting at the top of the hatch when the pair arrive. To most people he would look entirely normal, but Fit can see the way his eyes flitter as he waves. Pac waves back, while Fit gives his traditional "oi!!!"

Philza laughs, and leads them down into the basement.

"What's up?" he asks the two of them. "Need more toast or something? I thought you were both asleep."

"No, um," Fit looks to Pac, realising they didn't quite work out what to say.

"Bagi told me more about the murders," is what Pac says, his voice dropping very quiet as he does. "She thinks... We think someone from my past is on the island."

"Shit," Philza closes his eyes for a moment. "How bad is it?"

"Last time I saw him," Pac's pace picks up; Fit squeezes his shoulder as he sees panic come in. "Last time... He nearly killed me. And the messages..." Pac grabs the hand on his shoulder and squeezes it back. "Some of them might be addressed to me."

Philza doesn't ask questions, he just glances around his children's bedroom, then looks at Fit. Fit meets his eyes.

Philza sighs, and caves.

"Alright," he says. "Do you want to sleep in Chayanne's room? I can adjust the door to just the three of us, Missa, and my eggs for now."

Fit knows it isn't for Pac's sake that Philza is changing the doors, he knows it for sure.

They get their beds set up, tucked behind the chests where a casual observer cannot see. Philza doesn't have a bed, but Fit makes them for him and Pac, placing them tucked away.

"Would you stay with us?" Fit asks, before his old friend can slip away.

Philza looks genuinely surprised by the request, "why, mate? I'll just be in the eggs' room."

"Safety in numbers, right?" Pac asks, glancing between the two. "I would... Feel safer if you were here too."

Fit knows its a manipulation tactic to convince Philza to stay, to make sure the old crow is not alone. It still rings so very true - and so very against everything ingrained within Fit's soul.

It's fine. For a few nights he can manage it, if its what his two closest friends need.

"Alright," Philza hesitates, but comes over and sits on the edge of Pac's bed. He takes off his backpack, and leans his scythe just in reach. Pac and Fit take the opportunity to remove their prosthetics, hastily reattached to travel over here, and stretch.

When Philza stands again, both of them can see how unstable he looks.

"Let's push our beds together," Fit says. "If we put Pac between us, there isn't an angle they can get him from."

Philza looks at Fit, and knows exactly what he's doing. Still, Philza crafts up a third bed, and squishes it between the two.

He nearly falls as he walks around to do it; Fit catches him, helps him steady, but is brushed off before he can say a word.

"Alright," Philza says. "Pac in the middle then. You won't get too warm, will you?"

"I'm Brazilian," Pac says. "It's always too cold here now Mike is gone."

They both see how heavily Philza drops to the bed, curling himself back to Pac and defensively ready. Fit, on his side, curls close to Pac - his one arm over him.

It's not really a surprise how quickly Pac falls asleep, with the sheer trauma and strain of the day on his back. He quickly falls into dreams, and Fit can only hope they are kind.

"Phil," he asks, once he knows Pac is asleep. "Won't you sleep?"

"You needed a guard," Philza says.

"You know we don't. You and I? We'll wake if anything so much as tests the hatch."

It's true, and they both know it.

Philza, however, doesn't speak.

At least, not for a long time; Fit considers conversation a lost cause and is about to give up and call this good enough when he hears Philza again, voice broken just like it was in the garden.

"If I sleep, will I wake?" is what Philza asks, whispered almost silently. "How will I know when the world is real again? What will I see this time?"

"I'll make sure you wake up," Fit promises, because he can. "And I'll do something to make you absolutely certain its really me."

"Promise?"

Philza sounds so weak, so small like this. Fit... Fit cannot stand it, not at all. He reaches a little further, and manages to put his hand on Phil's shoulder.

Philza's own hand reaches over, clinging to it.

"I promise," Fit says. "We'll wake you if we leave. We won't let anything weird happen, its just sleep."

Philza turns, and his eyes do not seem to trust Fit. But they are also exhausted, and desperate, and terrified.

"Go to sleep, Phil. I won't until you do."

"I'm sorry," Philza whispers, sounding absolutely broken. "Thank you. Both of you. I know... I'm sorry."

Fit squeezes his shoulder again.

"It'll be alright," Fit replies. "I've got you. I've got both of you. It's going to be okay."

Nothing else is said before they eventually fall asleep.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp philza #qsmp fit #qsmp pac #this is what I actually wanted to write today but working out the stuff with Bagi as well was hard #coping mechanism: worry about someone else instead of yourself #none of them are okay and they all need a hug #they got one in canon!#this is some more #and now my hands are completely dead #fuck three minifics in a day ow #brain really is just on nyoom today #it will not shut up #ao3 might take a bit see hand complaints #i'd like to get it up before bed but we'll see if I can handle the mouse #else it'll be... sometime tomorrow I have meetings

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ghostatas · 6 months

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Thinking time thinking time. Philza guiding team Bolas yet not physically being there has me braining but I have class in 10mins so i need to be quick.

Philza hasn't been really doing much really, mostly because if stream times and taking acre if the rest of his team an what not. And he's only been on one day but.

But.

What if its because he physically can't? His wings are fucked and he doesn't have his backpack anulymore so his balance is FUCKED. He's alright enough to run and do light work, but fighting is off the tables. Some days it's hard to even get up.

Can you imagine how helpless he feels? Because he's philza, a caretaker. The one almost everyone turns to in times of need, the reliable one, the one who can protect them. He should be able to protect them.

But no, he can't, because his wings are fucked and he can barely stand straight. In this position hes vulnerable and basically useless. And with the added weight of being leader? Oof.

But in his own way, being leader helps, even if it's stressful. Because if he can't move properly, at least he can contribute somehow, guiding his teammates and providing his endless old man wisdom and knowledge. It makes him feel lighter, even with the added burden.

The rest of the team constantly reassure him and voice how they appreciate him- because they absolutely would be lost without him lol (I mean have you seen them? Charlie literally asked for a guide on how to minecraft lol). The team don't view him as a burden at all, and are extremely grateful for him. They even made a cane for him to make it easier to move around. It was hard for Phil to accept the help, but he eventually accepted it thinking that he would be more of use this way (and it warmed his heart. A lot. Man's a softie)

#uhhh theres so much more i could add but i have class lol #team bolas is so precious and insane #im team green gay ninjas but they have a special place in my heart #featuring philza and his eternal internalised hatred for himself and weakness #you hate to see it #qsmp #qsmp philza #qsmp purgatory #qsmp analysis #qsmp team bolas

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tsykku · 7 months

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I am having q!tubbo brain rot so have a slice of it.

I am so curious as to which direction Tubbo will take his character. Because nothing what q!tubbo does seems malicious or sometimes even intentional yet so many people take issue with him or his behaviour. And he is somewhat aware of that while at the same time, completely oblivious as to why or how deep the conflict goes.

You have the federation who cannot stand his arse. Who we know is paying extra attention to Tubbo and wants to arrest him the minute he even does something slightly illegal. While they have not arrested him yet, it is only a matter of time. So what do they do in the meantime? They use him as a scapegoat to nerf certain game mechanics or punish him extra harshly in comparison to others who did the exact same things or worse. Yet for some reason, the other qsmp members are under the impression that Tubbo never gets punished and that he is solely to blame for the create nerf, breeding animosity.

Then next, you have the antagonistic fights with Etoiles which started carefree and rather playful but now have been escalating in q!Etoiles telling the codes that Tubbo works with the federation. To be honest, Tubbo is absolutely partly to blame for this one with his cheeky comments to Etoiles about losing his fight with the code. However, it adds another dynamic layer of conflict to the situation.

Finally, you have the vendetta of Bad and Aypierre against Tubbo due to the controversial Tubhole. You can argue all day long about the logistics of Tubhole and whether Bad and Pierre are valid in their objections against it. But the facts remain that it is within Tubbo's rights to do so and that they have not given him the grace period to let him make it into a good build. It literally is still a work in process that has been going on for less than 24 Minecraft hours. And even if it turns out to be ugly, the fact that Tubbo has been building the Tubhole with only create machines is fucking cool and makes it worth it (in my opinion). Moreover, Bad and Pierre both have similar big projects and their concern that it is different because of the close proximity to spawn feels a bit hypocritical as there are other (big) projects near spawn that cause similar amounts of lag.

And now this vendetta has gone from convincing other islanders of how Tubbo must be stopped to them framing Tubbo for the kidnapping of Ron to Fred. A being that everyone on the island at this point knows is important to Tubbo. A relationship which is one of the only ones Tubbo has left, besides the morning crew. We already know how much the relationship between Fred and Tubbo affects Tubbo's emotions so what will losing Fred or their trust do to him?

So now you have this huge cluster of events that puts q!Tubbo in a situation where everyone is against him, the federation, the code entities and most of the islanders as well. An exception can be made for the morning crew however they do not seem to take Tubbo or his concerns seriously, treating it like the mischief and matters of a kid.

And most interestingly, it is still not clear what makes Tubbo so special. Is it his use of create mod? Aypierre, Ramon and Dapper do something similar. Is it his curiosity and distrust of the federation? Cellbit, Badboyhalo en Bagi are right there with him. Is it his apparent greed or selfishness with regard to resources? It is not like he has never shared them or that gathering resources is sole motivation. Is it his knowledge of Minecraft mechanics to break the lore/server? Philza and his fourth wall breaking say hello as does Aypierre. Is it his age then? His relentless attitude to anything that catches his attention? His endless curiosity?

It will be so interesting to see where all these points of contention will lead to and how q!Tubbo will react to it or change as a result of it. Currently, his only concerns are the potential romance with Fred and finishing the Tubhole so that he can get along with everyone again. So he clearly does not know yet how much trouble he truly is in or how the cards are stacked against him...

#qsmp #tubbo #q!tubbo #character analysis

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notsogoodangel · 1 year

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I figured it out, I figured out Philza Minecraft's relationship in QSMP!

Now, the part that I overanalyze all of these relationships

Missa Sinfonia, platonic husband and egg-raising partner, Mumza approved. Deathduo my beloved. They are among my favorite set of partners regarding the eggs. They work surpringsly well. They work as a perfect fight or flight, in which Philza is too careful and will rather flight than fight (although he will do it), while Missa is not as careful and will fight over flight most of the time. Phil is wise and Missa is brave. It works out well.

Forever, sugar baby and Yandere, Mumza hasn't commented on him. The newest of all these relationships and probably the most insane one. Forever wants Phil to love him as he looks exactly like a past love, Brunim, and Phil is having none of it. Honestly, makes me laugh that people think Forever can put Phil in prison or manipulate him into loving him when this man has a way stone and a million teleportation methods at his disposal, and has been put on house arrest in the past and only made his opinions worse.

Wilbur, son shaped and babysitter, Mumza has adopted him, her son now. Wilbur has been Philza's son for so long and he is the reason why the SBI family dynamic even exists in the first place, so that's always a plus. Canonically father and son in Dream SMP, in QSMP? Who knows because Q!Wilbur is from DSMP, but who knows Q!Phil, it worked out because Phil immediately adopted him and accepted Tallulah as his granddaughter. Always cute and slightly cursed, and can read each other like an open book, it's very nice and always a delight to see them interact.

FitMC, from 2b2t and constantly flirting with Philza, Mumza is glad that Phil is mostly straight. Okay, I love Fit, I can easily him and Philza around a grill, cooking meat in the backyard while Ramon and Chayanne as playing, but Fit, why are you flirting with a man that you know is married? You said that he was cheating on Mumza with Missa and you still call Philza babygirl. What's up with that man? Why are you flirting with Philza Minecraft, Fit? Still good friends, you can tell they get along great, just, FitMC from 2b2t, Mr.ApocalypseMan, why? Mumza is watching you.

#qsmp #qsmp fanart #philza minecraft #qsmp wilbur #qsmp philza #qsmp forever #qsmp fitmc #this just began as a stupid sketch and then of course evolve into something even stupider #wilbur soot #fitmc #angel's art #mcyt

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tyttamarzh · 23 days

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CONGRATULATIONS DEATH FAMILY!!! This is a megapost for celebration. 💗

Today marks one year since the arrival of Chayanne and the birth of the Death Family! And I have prepared a series of gifts to celebrate!!

First in the list… well, I wanted make a special something, so, I decided reunites all the arte that I made about them and create a commemorative video… I thinks isn't a big deal but… I hope you can enjoy it! Really I love this family, really I love them, and I make this whit all the love in my heart. 💕

It was incredible to realize that by putting all this together I could tell a small story, I really feel bad for not drawing more moments with Phil and the children, I think it is very noticeable that my main is Missa, so the song and everything seems to be from its perspective (but that's okay, because there really is very little material focused on him and his perspective).

Now a little remembrance:

That day… the adoption day… when the destiniy unite Phil and Missa with the "D" tickets.

They had to choose an egg to adopt. Missa left the decision to Phil (who initially wanted chose Dapper), who finally, at the crows' insistence, opted for that nice guy with the ducky floatie.

So they had to give him a name, this time, Missa was the one who decided and at the insistence of the Missaurios, he chose the name "Chayanne"

At that moment our little warrior was born, at the same time that a loving, protective and warm family was formed that did not know that it would have to go through a thousand obstacles in their life in the island.

From the beginning, Chayanne was encouraged to become a great warrior by his parents. His father Missa encouraged him to be a protective hero and his father Philza's stories about the legendary Technoblade inspired him to become an invincible fighter. Chayanne has been through great dangers and has had to make difficult decisions despite his young age. That has helped him become what he is now, someone very strong who was able to stand up to his father, Phil, being possessed by Enderking, to save him.

Chayanne has managed to combine his role as a warrior with his love for cooking, a hobby he acquired after spending an afternoon baking desserts with Missa (who taught him how to cook from the first days). His great passion was always encouraged by Philza, who always helped him obtain materials and encouraged him to create various dishes when necessary for a task. Despite still being a child, Chayanne has become the best chef on the Island.

From the first days Death Family became one of the most loving and functional families on the island. Phil and Missa built something beautiful, all thanks to his warm heart and tender, protective fatherly attitude. I know that there have been several bumps in the road, things cannot be perfect, but it has been thanks to the love that they have for each other that they have managed to move forward despite everything and have managed to overcome the obstacles. Thanks to that, I now know that no matter what happens or what problems arise, they will be okay, because it is the four of them against the world.

But that's not all I have to say. I can't celebrate this union without talking about the incredible relationship between Phil and Missa.

When this family started, I never thought it would become an important part of my life and it has all been thanks to the incredible chemistry that the two of them had from the beginning.

No one would have imagined pairing Philza, being one of the most experienced Minecraft players, with Missasinfonia, probably one of the least experienced on the island (but in my opinion the one with the biggest heart), would create this unique, loving and angst dynamic at once. Circumstances have created a panorama that has turned them into the sun and the moon, being a couple that longs for each other for not being able to be together, a couple that constantly demonstrates their love for each other in different ways, who always keep in mind to the other, who fight to defend what they have and who make the most of the few moments they can be together, giving us adorable and incredible moments that are capable of driving us crazy and feeding us well enough to keep us alive, desperately waiting for the next eclipse.

However you want to see it, romantic or platonic, whatever they are doesn't matter. What difference does it make if they have been able to give us moments that have managed to steal our hearts? What they both have is very special and labels don't really matter, the only thing that matters is being able to see them together once again creating unique and fun moments together and with their children.

Today I want to celebrate the birthday Chayanne and the Death Family, but I also want to celebrate Phil and Missa as a couple. THEM, simply THEM. Because their dynamic and their strong feelings for each other have managed to create a beautiful community and have brought us all together here, to toast them and wait for their reunion. Thank You! 💖

#chayanne the egg #death family #deathduo #missasinfonia #missa #philza #pissa #qsmp #tallulah the egg #happy birthday Chayanne #Firts anniversary Death Family #Please #I will appreciate it if you can spread this celebration so it can reach more people ^^

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bitcell · 5 months

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a small analysis on qcellbit’s trajectory on purgatory and why he’s like that

quite a few times we saw people say “cellbit, purgatory has changed you, man” to which he always replied “i’ve been like that since the beginning, you just didn’t notice”, and that’s true! this man has chosen a task and has hyper focused on it since his first day on the server. first the enigmas, then the federation, then cucurcucho, then the missions and now killing the workers. he has always strived for a goal and followed it with all the resources he could, gave his all to it regardless of who would hurt (sorry qbagi).

on their first day on purgatory qphil declared cellbit as his second in command and while phil is the captain and the heart of the team, cellbit has been the brain, because every decision that was taken by bolas has had cellbit’s input on it. ofc they didn’t always follow it and the last word was phil’s (giving back the flags to blue), but this just goes to show that when cellbit tunnel visions on something he doesn’t care for morals.

bolas has said countless times, they’re not playing to make amends with other teams, to make deals (with the exception of the enchantment rule). the day other teams proposed to talk about not killing the eggs, foolish, baghera and cellbit had already made up their minds that they would kill them. they don’t want to play to tie, they want to give their blood for their team and they will try until the last second.

now a little on the meta side, the only people who truly knew how to pvp on bolas before green was split was phil, foolish and carre. when cellbit realized that pvp would be a big part of purgatory, he went and trained the entire day on pvp legacy, just so that he could learn how to fight back, how to protect his team and how to take the weight from philza’s back. before qsmp this man hadn’t touched minecraft since 2018!

one of the reasons why although people wanted some angst and roier going to blue instead of red, there’s a big reason why spiderbit works so well and it’s the fact that roier balances out cellbit intensity. yesterday cellbit was really stressed out with everything and he only became more relaxed when roier finally logged on. back on quesadilla island, when roier used to investigate with cellbit the same thing would happen. when cellbit said the only thing that matters is bolas and roier, he didn’t lie. this man doesn’t care about anyone who isn’t bolas, he will not concede and he will not make truces or anything. he knows he has taken the place of the asshole and he doesn’t care, he’s willing to do everything for the team he’s on.

#cellbit #qsmp #qsmp purgatory

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veenus777 · 7 months

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Can I request a Wilbur Soot where the reader and him have been dating for like 8/9 years and in one of tommys mod videos they just spend it on a cute Minecraft date, maybe they have a fake proposal where Wilbur gives reader a diamond and it’s really cute? Feel free to go anyway you want with this!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼

-anon🦋

◜Minecraft Date◞

┊ ᝰ﹕Just Fluff and a little drama, SFW, Reader GN, English from Google translate

┊ ᝰ﹕Thank you very much for your order, it was my first and it made me very happy! I confess that I had to watch some of Tommy's videos to do it, I hope you like it <3

♤ Ever since you and Wilbur started dating a few years ago, you've made a tradition of every Friday being reserved for date nights and it's always worked out well.

♧ Until today when the restaurant called saying there was a problem with reservations which resulted in nowhere to go and that left you feeling discouraged.

♤ Tommy, knowing what happened, decides to invite them to participate in his weird Minecraft mods video.

♧ You end Wilbur up accepting and staying home for game night.

♤ Chaos is the definition of everything, Tommy running and screaming as he is being chased by some horror entity.

♧ While Philza just tries to build his house in peace while being continually hindered by Charlie.

♤ Somewhere between gathering resources and laughing at Tommy getting killed by Chucky, you get the brilliant idea to turn your date night into a Minecraft date.

♧ Wilbur immediately agrees and you look for a village to make your place and everything looks beautiful with rugs and flowers.

♤ However, the peace was short-lived, because as soon as Tommy and Cherlie found out about the idea, they made it their personal mission to destroy your date.

♧ You only turned around for three seconds before being blown to death by a TNT placed by Charlie.

♤ And a war began, on one side you and Wilbur trying to build your meeting and on the other Tommy and Charlie doing everything possible and impossible to ruin it.

♧ And in the middle we had Philza who simply gave up on all of you and went off on his own to create his own house.

♤ They exploded your venue a total of six times before you guys finally gave up and looked for another place for your date.

♧ However, it seemed that Tommy had predicted it since the choice of mod didn't help his goal at all, and every time you had any moment of peace and tranquility it ended with you both being chased by Jason or Frankenstein.

"We're that couple in horror movies that goes out to make out and ends up dying" Wilbur says as his character walks around looking for somewhere safe

"Wow, what a comforting babe" you respond ironically

♤ You decide to dig down to the badrock and build your place there, without the chance of being interrupted by your friends or any mob.

♧ Wilbur decorates the place with plants on the wall and a table in the middle, carpet and flowers everywhere.

♤ He gives you cooked meat and fish and you just sit and talk.

"I'm sorry we can't go on a real date"

"it's not your fault will, and anyway we're having our date now"

"Well but that doesn't stop me from giving you something precious and expensive" he jokes and throws some diamonds to you

"Ohh is that a propose?" You say laughing

"Yes Madam, would you like to spend the rest of your cubical life building houses and mining by my side? I promise you a huge house and all the diamonds in this game" he says in a pompous voice

"Wow it's impossible to deny it my good sir after all this is every person's dream" you respond in the same tone

♧ The conversation doesn't last long before Charlie invades the place.

"I can't believe my eyes! You betrayed me, Wilbur, with that!" Charlie arrives, hitting Will and making a big show of it. "And our children?! Our love was nothing to you?!”

♤ The fight lasted for a good few minutes resulting in the room being broken and everything being blown up, as well as one death for willbur.

♧ The recording didn't last any longer and soon Tommy finished it.

♤ And the rest of the night was just you and Will relaxing on the couch watching some cliché romantic comedy, without any kind of explosions or murderous chases.

.˚｡ 💋 .˚｡ 💌

#qsmp wilbur #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #dsmp #qsmp #lovejoy #sorry boys #headcanons #imagine

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keirawantstocry · 3 months

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Poly Morning Crew but Vampires/Vampire Hunters :> Pretty please?

emerges from Google docs covered in blood, sweat, and tears

hey

Fit was a hunter first. That was his priority. He was raised a hunter. 14 years old with a shotgun full of silver bullets in his hands. He killed his first at 14. Anyone else would consider it crazy. Insane even. To Fit it was just life. It's what the Minecraft family did. Ever since years and years before when their great great grandfather Philza first began the hunt of the ungodly beasts.

Phil was a legend among hunters. The man who first realized that vampires were living among them. Who realized the clubs that lay in the deep city housed thousands of hissing beasts who would bring the crowds in before sending the people home with no memories but the bite marks on their necks. They got sloppy, a friend of Phil's went missing the night she went to the club. They found her dead tossed behind the place with her body shredded open. That's when the hunt began. He killed nearly 70 of the monsters before he disappeared all those years ago. Nobody knew what had happened to him. But his children were hunters. His grandchildren were raised as hunters. And their children and grandchildren after that.

So the bloody reality was all Fit knew. He learned to see the patterns. To see the trail of bodies they left behind and kill them before they could do any more damage.

When Fit was born his parents thought their mission was close to over. There hadn't been vampire activity in years. They trained him up anyway. Just in case. Their son would be strong, the greatest warrior and hunter this world had seen.

He lost them both to a vampire nest on the morning of his 17th birthday. It was that day that Fit swore to hunt down the nest that had done it and kill every last son of a bitch there.

Pac had been Turned when he was 28. By an apologetic young boy named Tubbo. It was comedic in fact, the way he got Turned. Pac was a human who knew, who volunteered to get his blood sucked. He had to admit the adrenaline did a lot for him, even after losing to his leg when his dear vampire friend Cellbit was a little *too* hungry. But it wasn't what turned him. Turning could only be done by drinking another vampire's blood.

In stories it would seem hard to do this by accident due to the fact there was no reason to store vampire blood. But they did.

Tubbo had explained it to him once over some drinks. According to him the blood of different species tasted different. But vampire blood tasted the best. The metaphor he used was “human blood is like a nice juicy steak but vampire blood is like a pure shot of the sweetest honey on Earth”. So Tubbo drank both. Well that's to say he drank many different creature's blood. But the main, the best he claimed, were human and vampire.

He gave him the wrong glass. By the time they noticed the process had already started. Tubbo apologized a thousand times over but Pac always waved him away. “It's so okay dude. I've always wondered what it would be like to be a vampire.”

He had nothing to leave to be honest. Mike was immortal, the goddess that possessed his body made sure of that. Any other friends he had were the vampires he held his company with. His family was long gone, parents and siblings.

The vampires became his family.

Tubbo was 20 when he was turned. He was a very new vampire. He spent his first ten years in a haze of mindless killing before he was found and taught the ropes, taught how to take care when biting, how to keep the victims alive. He was only 31 years old in human time when he met Pac. 32 when he turned him. His mentor described his mental state as much younger. He had been in a frenzy for ten years, he was barely 22 mentally. Tubbo couldn't help but be glad about that cause no way in hell was he ready to be 32 years old. Even now with vampiric timing it felt too old. He struggled with the implications of turning Pac but the man had nobody left outside of the vampire world. They lived together, Pac moved in. At first Tubbo insisted they build a room for him but once again Pac waved him off.

It was safer to sleep in the same bed anyway.

Family. It was a word that Tubbo hadn't really felt in years. He didn't remember his parents or if he had any siblings. Pac became his family, his life, his heart. His everything.

That was all that truly mattered.

There was a nest close by, Fit could feel it. There had been signs for weeks in this small town in the west. People with a lack of memories, strange unexplained blood loss, and bites on their necks.

Fit ducked quickly behind a wall as the current subject he was stalking did a half turn to look behind her. A moment later he heard a door open and then close. Peeking out he saw that she was gone, presumably into the large door at the end of the alley with a blinking red exit sign above it.

He followed after her. Bingo, he thought as he stepped right into the back of a club. In the very back corner he saw two men, one hunched over the other with his mouth on his neck. Dark hair covered the work he was doing but what else could it possibly be? Creeping over, he slowly pulled out his knife and pulled the guy off the other, holding the knife to his throat. They both gasped as he pressed the metal hard against the man's throat. “Don't move a muscle. I know what gig you're pulling in here.”

The man still lay half dazed, leaning against the stage and blinked up at him with hazy dark eyes. His hair was mussed and a bright flush covered his cheeks.“What the fuck man?”

Fit felt the man he held at knife point giggle from where they were pressed together. “Can't a man kiss his boyfriend?”

Fit hesitated. Had he been wrong? Had he actually just interrupted a lovers tyrst?

His grip on the knife slackened as his eyes shot to the man's neck. It was a hickey.

Fuck.

He released the man and he stumbled forward to his boyfriend before turning to face Fit. “You aren't a vampire?”

The dark haired man laughed while his half blonde boyfriend laughed and slowly stood up. He was a gorgeous man, dark hair and dark eyes with a beautiful yet wicked smile. “Oh, I am. We just both are.”

Fit raised his knife again, panic sweeping through his veins. So he had been right.

“Who are you?” the younger looking man asked. “Most humans don't know anything about us.”

“He's a hunter, Tubbo,” the other man said. “Look at the way he holds himself.” He laughed again. “I thought hunters gave up years ago.”

Fit gritted his teeth. These bastards were cocky and annoying. “My parents taught me. And their parents before them. And their parents before them. Our great grandfather found out about you and we have sworn to make sure you hellspawn all rot in hell like you deserve. Phil started this job and I'm going to finish it.”

Both men laughed and it grated on his nerves.

“Do you hear this shit Pac?” the younger looking one, Tubbo, crowed.

“What's your name?” the one called Pac asked.

“Fit.”

“Last name?”

“Minecraft.”

They both stared at him, their laughter fading quickly. “You related to Philza?” the half blonde one asked.

Instantly his guard was up even higher. “You know my great grandfather? How old are you freaks?”

“We know Philza,” Tubbo said casually as if it didn't flip Fit's world entirely on it's head.

His heart felt like it shattered at that moment. “Excuse me?”

“We know him,” Pac repeated, slipping his arm through his boyfriend's. “Wanna meet him?”

Fit wasn't sure exactly what compelled him to follow the two men. Morbid curiosity perhaps? Whatever it was, he listened to it.

The place they led him to was an old building, a little house near the edge of town. Beautiful plants grew plentifully out of a lovely garden in the back.

Pac rapped his fist on the carved dark oak door. It was gorgeous. “Oi, Phil! We have a visitor!”

The door swung open. A young blonde boy stood there with a golden duck floatie around his middle.

“Hi Chayanne!” Tubbo said as he picked up the young one and spun him around. It was domestic. Fit couldn't help but feel conflicted about the love between these monsters.

Behind the young child a man appeared. But he wasn't a man no. It was a creature. A man like one with large black wings and sharp black talons. Shoulder length blonde hair was pulled back at the base of his skull with a green ribbon. He smiled and it was soft, too soft. “Hey guys what brings you all the way out here?”

“We got someone who wants to meet you,” Tubbo said as he shifted the young boy to his side, the boy resting his head ever so gently on the vampire's shoulder. The amount of trust was debilitating to everything he knew.

The avian turned to look at him. “Yes?”

“Let's go inside,” Pac suggested as he placed his hand gently on Fit's arm. For some reason he let him. “This man is about to have his world absolutely wrecked.”

Fit was gripping the side of the couch hard. It couldn't be. It just couldn't possibly be.

Phil was staring at him from the other couch, the other side of the room. His son was in his arms, the two vampires were perched on either side of the couch Fit sat on.

“You're immortal,” he said slowly. “And you live with vampires?”

Phil nodded. “I hunted them down when I was younger it's true. But they were the ones who took me in when I discovered my wings, discovered my immortality. They're kind, Fit.”

“They killed my parents,” Fit spat.

Philza looked sympathetic. It hurt. Fit averted his eyes to look down at the floor. “I'm sorry for that. But you can't blame their deaths on every single vampire. They may be out here drinking blood but do you see killings? Be honest with yourself mate. My friends here aren't doing any harm.”

Fit let out a deep breath and sunk back into the couch. “It's hard to believe. Cut me some slack. It's all I fucking know.”

“Then let us teach you more,” Pac said. Fit cut his eyes over to him and was entranced by the sincerity in his dark eyes.

“You would?” he asked. It felt easy but he couldn't help but want it. To put down his weapons and rest. For the first time in decades. He just wanted to rest.

“Of course.”

“My parents,” Fit said slowly. “I want justice for them.”

Pac's eyes lit up. “We'd be willing to help. Well. Me and Tubbo at least. I do love a good killing. Can't blame me for that considering you're also a killer.”

Tubbo laughed, high and crazy while Phil chuckled to himself.

“I'd say you'd do good to go with these two,” he suggested. “They're good boys. You know damn well most vampires woulda just killed you as soon as they knew who you were.”

Tubbo shrugged. “We like ‘em crazy.”

Fit looked over at him now, staring intently at those eyes, at the elegant undead face.

It was crazy. Considering going with these two. But hell there was just something about them. So when he finally said, “okay,” it felt like the beginning of something life changing.

#fitpacbo #qsmp #my writing #fanfiction #poly morning crew #qsmp morning crew #qsmp shipping #q!fit #q!tubbo #q!philza #q!pac #qsmp chayanne #pacbo

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