#(pride goeth before the fall | philip wittebane)

[scrunklycrowned]

It was hard to get anything done with the way that incessant chattering little technology box went about in the background, and Philip idly tapped his quill against his head, doing his best to keep from losing his temper.

He wasn’t sure why he’d been stuck with his youngest niece and nephew, wasn’t she old enough to be alone? Part of him thought his middle niece just loved to torture him so. Well…she did. Lilith was out for potential babysitters as well, apparently out helping her Mother with something.

Of course, the old man held a fondness and gratitude for the girl and all she had done for him….he just wasn’t good with children. Anymore. Children were so overzealous. They were so energetic, silly, and playful and clingy. All the things he wasn’t. He hadn’t been for some time. He wasn’t a good fit…but he was stuck with them anyway.

Philip glowered up at the orbs of light that hovered above his face. Titan’s sake. That noisy phone thing didn’t make anything better.

“If you have to be here, must you be so loud?” he gripped at the teenager.

@magicfeatherbean4

[bornspellcaster]

(You know that really cool drama/comedy fic idea I had of Luz and Philip that I talked about here, where they legitimately make that deal to be his guide and they sign it with an ever lasting oath? And they’re more or less stuck together in the human realm?)

Well I’m writing it.

It’s going to be called “Mortal Coil”, and it is indeed going to be a drama/comedy, with unexpected twists that will wind up interchanging things with Luz and Philip as they’re forced to interact in a world both realize neither are sure if they belong in anymore. And I don’t have much yet, but here’s a snippet.)

“You know, I never really understood how these oaths worked, even when I made one with Amity,” Luz admitted. “I just assumed in our witch’s duel if I lost or something…I’d lose the ability to use magic.”

“You might have.” Philip strode nonchalantly to where he still had his old satchel perched upon his work table. All these years and somehow he’d maintained it in such good condition. Just like the tacky suit he donned. “The spell works as a fail safe. In duels it gives the opposing side their terms of conditions if they win. And for an oath itself, if the other person attempts to betray them…they will be forced to give in to the terms that were set. The closest that’s in the realm of possibility anyhow.”

He leaned in close to her face. “In other words, you attempt to abandon me somewhere or kill me in that realm, then there’s no telling what will happen…but it will not be good for those you want to protect, Luz.”

Luz stiffened. Well getting him struck with a car was out then. “If you die it breaks our deal? Bit unfair man. Like, I don’t think you realize how many things could kill you there, especially since you don’t know anything about Earth now.”

“No. It’s only if you have a hand in it somehow. But it shouldn’t be an issue for you. You wouldn’t want to risk breaking our deal for some…petty revenge now, right?” He wore the same amused ‘cat toying with its prey’ expression as he always did with her. Always so sadistic, so smug.

“Smart to see you implemented some fail safe into this plan,” Luz said sarcastically. “Needed the extra security, did’ya?”

“Well we are stepping into a world that admittedly you might have a slight advantage in.” Philip rose a brow. “As you said, ‘I know nothing of our world now.’ It’s only wise to make sure I’m prepared for if you try something. And then you have that security as well. It works both ways,” he said smoothly. With the suave façade of a charismatic gentleman, he mockingly offered a hand. “Now….shall we go?”

[scrunklycrowned]

He hits his head. Ow. Immediately he feels the throb and it makes him wonder if he’s hallucinated what he just heard. “You…you’re….haaa…I think I have a concussion.”

scrunklycrowned​:

“…Huh!” He nods, almost hilariously nonchalant. His tone is off the charts squeaky in an almost manic way. “That’s….huh! That’s interesting!” Another calm, nonchalant nod. He hasn’t blinked. “Well! If you don’t mind me, I’m just-I’m just gonna—“

Thud.

.

The man is so completely caught off guard, that all he does is watch as his boyfriend falls on the floor. He lets out a worried squeak, followed by a “BABE!” as he rushes to Philip’s side.

“I’m sorry! Are you okay?” He gently pulls the human into his lap. “Can I do anything to help you process all this?”

[scrunklycrowned]

//kid Philip has just like a main verse where he’s a kid in the 1600s, but also the one I made before Hollow Mind where he gets sucked out of Belos mind, I’ve decided on a hilarious name

“Honey I Shrunk The Emperor”

and he’s ready to fite

[scrunklycrowned]

@betwccnworlds Howell, who just got another bf: . . .

“…” Philip merely holds out his palm. “Snail for the jar, brother dearest.”

[bornspellcaster]

I want to see Luz feral. Like, forget she has powers feral and just jump onto Belos back tearing at his hair like she did with Lilith. please oh my god that would be so funny….

[bornspellcaster]

Philip seemed to stare at the two without really seeing either of them at first, his arms just draped quietly around his brother in an almost dissociative state as he looked at the ground.

He just kept seeing that body fall to the ground, the choking garbling sounds from his throat, the blood…

@betwccnworlds @bornspellcaster

Both Belos and Hunter went sprinting after Howell and Philip once they had been brought up to speed on what had happened. The younger of the two came barrelling around a corner, concern and fear that Alexander had hurt either of them all over his face.

“Are you two okay?!” Hunter hurriedly asked, skidding to a stop in front of them and quickly looking over them both for damage.

Belos hung back a bit, giving his brothers their space. And trying to not immediately start praising Howell for being the first one to shove that asshole off the mortal coil like Alexander, unfortunately, still deserved. In his mind anyway.

[bornspellcaster]

@/talk-to-the-glyph "Ren fair lookin ass!" (affectionate bullying for Philip)

A playful raise of his brows. “You know, I do believe some little girl is asking to be dunked head first into a nearby pond….”

“Besides,” he scoffed. “Who are you to come at me for my fashion sense when you literally wear a cat on your head?”

@talk-to-the-glyph

[bornspellcaster]

Philip is awkwardly shifting through his very limited wardrobe. Is his fashion sense really that bad? “Well if I shouldn’t be wearing this, what am I supposed to be wearing?”

“And I do not care how different I may be now, you try to put a….denim…jacket on me, or whatever ‘kids these days’ wear. I will bring. Petrifaction. Back.”

[bornspellcaster]

*

There was a small fleeting smirk that surfaced, but the dark rings of trauma under Philip’s eyes remained. He too hadn’t slept all night, as he couldn’t stop seeing it all but he didn’t bring it up. It was nothing compared to Howell’s trauma. “I…cursed him pretty hard.”

@distressedgold

[bornspellcaster]

Fuck it’s hard being the strong one, but his brother needs a rock right now, so he’ll do his best for him. He struggles to tear his eyes away from the man, wanting to rush to check for a pulse instinctively, but he’ll leave him in the care of the healers. Possibly Clips.

“It’s okay…listen…just focus on my voice, alright?” he asked soothingly, walking with him in a manner that shielded Howell’s sight.

@bornspellcaster​ asked: Well Philip is bordering a panic attack so he can’t imagine how his brother is feeling. He gently guides his shoulders. “Howie, shh. It’s okay….it…b-breathe with me, okay? C-Clips is really strong! He might be able to help!”

Howell feels absolutely horrible to the point that he’s feeling sick and nauseous and his heart is beating so fast and he’s barely breathing and– 

The man flinches when his shoulders are touched, not at all having been aware of his little brother’s presence, but he doesn’t move any more than that as the voice is recognized almost immediately after. Quietly and facial expression not changing at all from the pure shock, he tries to follow the instructions but he finds himself barely able to. It’s too difficult for his brain to process with Alexander there.

“S… So… rr… y… Need– N– Need… l– leave–”

[bornspellcaster]

Steve: *tummy getting bigger*

Steve: morning sickness

Steve: tiredness

Steve: *gives birth*

Philip: damn…..hope my boyfriend gets better from this virus soon 😔

[bornspellcaster]

This man is examining an extra crunch ruffles potato chip. “This is a potato? Why is it crumpled up like an old piece of paper? I don’t understand, what did they do to it??”

[bornspellcaster]

“I would never wear anything so repulsive! Even my younger self had far more sense and class!”

[bornspellcaster]

*

He chuckled at the girl as she haphazardly flopped her head back down. She looked so sleepy, which was expected given the time of night it was. For once, he could hear the gentle cadence instead of howling night creatures. Once in a while, there was almost peace here… At least having this child once such a horrendous nuisance to him was a comfort.

“I know it’s late for ‘adventuring’, but believe me when I say this isn’t something you’ll want to miss out on.”

@magicfeatherbean4

[bornspellcaster]

*

“I don’t recall any piano I played on before being so wiggly…” Technically Howell was the legitimate piano player of the two of them, but he’d banged at some keys for amusement as a child. “They’re not supposed to move this much. Perhaps I’ve simply been playing on some false pianos.”

The smallest smile graced the man’s face as he sat with the girl firmly pinned to his knees. “Come on, little lady, didn’t you ask me what kind of games my brother and I loved to play? I’m simply demonstrating.”

This would teach the brat not to take his last biscuit…

@magicfeatherbean4