#DID PHILZA LOSE TOO?!!

[takethebodymarc]

the fact that my squidcraft spoilers are me checking twitch and seeing some ppl not streaming😭

[q-morning-crew]

Last night I had a dream the eggs came back

In the dream I was watching phil raid an ocean monument with tallulah. I got confused and checked if I was watching a vod but it was live so I decided to nor question it and just be happy they were back

I think my subconscious also "realised" it was weird because immediately after that both fit and tubbo checked in on phil to make sure he knows the eggs came back

It was very disappointing to wake up and realise it was a dream

[tyttamarzh]

Just some late night thoughts.

For some reason January 21 is a special day in many ways for Missa Cubito…

21 de enero de 2023

Missa death in MCExtremo. In that series he had great character development, at first he was just a scared baby who didn't know the world, everyone had to take care of him, because with the slightest carelessness he would die (literally, they were distracted for a second and Missa looked at an ender and died, because he "did not know what it was"). He spent the first few days very scared, locked up at home, until after dying and reviving due to a bug, he decided that it was time to live that life to the fullest and decided to leave his crib and go out to face danger. He learned to fight being trained by none other than Spreen and Shadoune, learned to water bucket clutch with Rubius and became brave when facing mobs (sometimes recklessly). His new way of approaching life scared Q (it even cost him a life to him to this one) but for Missa it was very effective, because after losing practically 3 lives in 2 days being a scared guy, he managed to survive until day 5 with his brave attitude (even if he survived that day, he was able to reach the final) he was so full of confidence when fighting and decided that now that he was no longer the smallest of the team he was going to protect his friends, especially Q, who was the fearful one of the group now… and that's how he took too many risks and ended up dying, being something very shocking not only for his team but for everyone in the series and for the viewers, really, Twitter was flooded with fanarts and people crying about his death (even Missa said that an aunt called him because she thought something had happened in the real life).

That was very important because before that series almost no one knew Missa Cubito, he was just "the guy who died too quickly in Dedsafio" or "The funny guy who hopefully managed to get too far in siqud craft games". But in those 5 days (5 days of consecutive streams, it was heaven for the missaurios), he won over the internet with the story of his growth and death (Even today people say that the best thing about that series was having the "team vacio legal" and Missa was the heart of that team). I think that was the moment when Missa cubito separated from Missa Youtuber and became her own character.

But that was a sad day, because that day Missa Cubito lost the first family he had found.

This was the moment he died, fighting like a warrior:

January 21, 2024

Llegamos al día de hoy.

Missa wakes up in the QSMP prison and reunites with his family, it was the first time that Missa, Philza and Chayanne were together at the same time since April. Not only that, but he now officially adopts Tallulah as his daughter. Despite the adverse circumstances, his family has finally been reunited and grown (although Missa already considered Tallulah his daughter, now it is official and she calls him dad).

Despite being another universe, Missa is still the kind boy who wins everyone's hearts. Missa behaved politely with the guards, being mannerly when referring to them by saying "please and thank you" and greeting everyone very kindly.

He was very nice with the eggs, even with the ones he didn't know, and he refused to hit Dapper even though he was hitting him, Missa just said: "I'm never going to hit you or do anything to hurt you."

Missa was very happy to spend time with Phil, when he spent a long time losing sight of him, he would ask where he was and look for him.

The moment of the kiss (or the kisses) was something WTF I really didn't think that one day they would kiss and definitely I imagined many scenaries, but in no way I believed it would be that way, but that's what makes it special. They are not an ordinary couple, whether platonic or whatever they called it, whatever they have is special and I guess that was a special way for it to happen. Phil probably would never have dared to ask him to kiss him in another context and that's fine, because it seems like that would be the only way for it to happen (even if they both wanted it, I don't think it would have happened in another context).

It is worth mentioning that the moments of Philza being jealous and him reaffirming that he was married and being loyal to him was something I really didn't expect. After so much time apart, they still have that unique dynamic.

The day in prison was filled with so many things, but I can say that for the first time in a long time, Missa felt fully loved, not only by being with his children and his husband, but also by all those friendly interactions he was with others and that he could not have before on the island, because the first days he was extremely shy and did not separate himself from Roier and the friends he knew and after he only connected sporadically, meeting Foolish, BBH and rarely Philza.

Something curious that Missa Himself mentioned was that the previous times he was with Phil it was more of "ohh I miss you" but they didn't amount to anything more and today he was very happy because they were able to hang out together and do more things bonding with his family.

When he and Chay freed the turtle it was adorable, then the 4 of them doing the tasks, that was a unique moment and he was very happy singing for his family (being so nervous that he forgot the words to his own songs).

His bond with Phil strengthened and they didn't have to do much, that simple moment of the two of them talking about tacos and memes was something very cozy that they needed to do a long time ago. Just as the moment when they took the children for a walk with the llamas was something so sweet for this family that they almost forgot that they were in a prison, because it seemed more like a picnic in the park.

It really was a great advance, probably what happened today will help Missa a lot to grow and leave his self-esteem problems behind. He is important, he is loved and he is useful to his family.

Missa was a trend today, as it was last year, but the big difference is that this was a happy day because somehow, today he got his family back, that big family that he hadn't had in a long time and that he wanted so much and deserved.

The parallel of how he left today:

He is happy, laughing with his husband and children :')

[isa-ghost]

Here's a WIP of my notes on how to characterize tr!Phil. :) I can elaborate on any points if need be! Eventually this will be turned into a full-on analysis post that elaborates anyway.

Obviously I'm gonna update this list every time a) something that's already been established comes back to mind (not much considering man's is all log) and b) as Phil plays on The Realm more.

REMINDER: ccPhil is NOT doing lore on The Realm. This post is for people who want to make fan content for him like fics or headcanons. And for help including him accurately in other people's lore, like Sneeg's. And here is a helpful post elaborating on ccPhil's SMP roleplay/lore making process.

Additionally, to at least MENTION the fan theories/headcanons about tr!Phil in reference to the Philza Cinematic Universe(tm) since it'll probably have a huge influence on how people write tr!Phil—

There's 3 "possibilities" for who tr!Phil is:

tr!Phil is his own guy

tr!Phil is o!Phil reincarnated

tr!Phil is "main" (hc/smpe/c/q)!Phil

Here's a reference post for how the "Philverse" works!

Anyway, to elaborate on those 3 theories:

First one's self-explanatory.

Second one originates from the way that tr!Phil is very "fuck everyone and everything except tr!Sneeg, that's my friend," and some other similarities in personality and behavior that tr!Phil shares with o!Phil, like his expensive tastes and love for looting. The bit about him being reincarnated comes from the way Phil says (/j? /hj? /srs???) that o!Phil is dead.

And the third one I'm gonna explain in more detail below:

I'm personally rolling with the theory that this is "main" Phil BUT I love the o!Phil theory/headcanon too and would be happy if Phil changed his mind and did intentional lore that confirmed either of these.

His (albeit ooc, since he's not intentionally rping) refusal to join the factions is an aversion from suffering through Purgatory, and his even more intense refusal to have a snail is from the trauma of losing Chayanne and Lullah.

He came to The Realm (per Tubbo/Sneeg/Fit's pleading) to recover from the heartache QSMP inflicted upon him while also seeing his friends again, since being alone in the Hardcore World hasn't been the easiest after spending a year and a bit almost never alone.

I go a little more insane about this in this post here.

[carpedzem]

watching tommy in all of this is so bizarre to me, i really don't get how he doesn't realize how this looks to people that aren't in his immediate. bc it IS just insane, treating a guy that's barely four years older than you like he intentionally victimized you for years, is the real life joker, AND made your parents divorce. okay, sure

no one who doesn't already know both parties and will take tommy's side on principal is going to look at him and not think he's either losing his mind, trying to get outrage views, or be genuinely concerned for what is going on with him that he's this upset over actual peanuts. which i you can see play out right now, the ex dsmp anti dream crowd is getting off to this in the streamers chats and videos and any non british streamer fans filled comment sections are either weirded out by both of them OR just tommy. he just doesn't look good in this period, even if his fans want to convince themselves otherwise

i haven't kept up with tommy whatsoever after the initial drommy fallout but seeing the guy now i'm genuinely kind of concerned for him literally what happened. has this been something that's been going on for a while or did he drop the 'dream is an irl supervillain and wants to destroy me and my family' manifesto out of nowhere??

i was never under the impression that the brighton cc group was very close/actually supported each other very much in a friend way outside of content creation, but atp actually jesus christ how did none of his friends try to help/reach out earlier

even worse is that most reactions they're giving now are either feeding into it to make the drama worse, doing whatever tubbo is doing which is essentially not having any idea what's going on but nodding and smiling the whole time, or pulling a philza and being self congratulatory about tommy 'standing up for himself'

genuinely i don't think any of these ccs care much about him and it's just kind of sad. even people he's allegedly closer to like tubbo clearly had no idea of what was going on (or what tommy thought was going on)

and it's sm worse because he immediately went nuclear on youtube of all places where drama is the most likely to breach your core fanbase bubble (which it did, now leading to that tf is up with tommy innit reaction)

idk, it's just kind of sad to me to see how no one advised tommy he'd worsen his own reputation with that drama too. i'd like to think that he told others about the issue and video before posting and they just didn't stop him because their hate boner for dream is actually blinding them, but atp it genuinely seems like they had absolutely no idea beforehand, even tubbo and so on

anyway contrasting that with the dream team is so insane, the british cc sphere right now is more shallow than a puddle meanwhile in the florida ponds the ccs are moving in together and make life plans around each other

anon you wrote such an essay i feel bad not posting 😭😭 i think they had idea i think they encouraged him even lmao. i think they are the reason of what happened with tommy essentially

anyway as we move on and dteam forever please send any further asks at discourse sideblog :3 thank you

[ant1quarian]

THE ELABORATION

DID C!Philza System edition (Since it won in this vote)

Okay, so I headcanon Philza to have DID. (Or Dissociative Identity Disorder. If you need clarification on what it is, feel free to send an ask, or search it up :D)

Why? Because I think this could be funny and would make a lot of sense.

This brings us to the topic of Alters - Who I have decided worship each of CC!Philza's Deities in his hardcore world

Philza is the host. He is entirely and 100% unaware of the system as a whole. In fact he just considers himself to have bad memory and be distracted easily, going about his day only to look back on it and have it all just... static. (PS. He worships Kristin)

Arctic was his first alter, formed way back in SMP Earth when tensions started running high and Philza's mind simply couldn't handle the struggle of getting hunted down practically every day. Plus having to run an empire. Arctic worships the Ocean Overlord (Ocean Himbo) and he's not even sure why he does, but it's pretty funny. He's also a Gatekeeper.

Whenever Arctic fronts, he's usually characterized by his rise in territorial nature, how outwardly layback he becomes about a lot of things, and how he prefers colder colours and biomes. Of course, his personality is pretty different, but he can usually mask it quite well.

Crowfather, or just Crow as he's usually going by, worships the Ender King. He's OSMP Philza and formed from Philza struggling with losing everything and everyone (It's canon to CC!Philza that Crow just Died because the world got nuked so I'm running with the idea).

Crow is greedy. Greedy and is constantly filled with the urge to steal and yoink to make up for the trauma that he and Philza went through with losing everything. He's a kleptomaniac, too. He and Ender King did not help Philza during the Ender Possession Arc.

Aerion is essentially Purgatory Philza. He was technically around during the lead-up and the intense stress of the codes and the workers, but the first time he really fronted was after Etoiles killed Philza. He also worships the Blaze Empress.

Aerion generally only ever speaks to people he trusts, but everyone else he meets gets no communication whatsoever. He's spiteful and usually tends to go off on his own to find a secluded area to just mine or farm in. If threatened, he has a kill-now ask-questions-never basis. Very strong fight response.

Depending on how The Realm SMP goes, there could be another alter forming later on :D

[cat-mentality]

Whatever you do do not think about Philza in those last moments.

Don't think about how much he must have been hurting, how his newly healed wings must have been falling apart, feathers falling, bones broken and aching, everything hurting so much because he pushed himself beyond his limits, how he must have known what it meant, that he had done his last flight.

Don't think about him looking at Tubbo and thinking it was worth it. That he would give his wings over and over again if that meant being able to save his family.

Don't think about him shaking, trying not to think about Chayenne and Tallulah because if he did he would crumble and he couldn't do that when so many were still missing, when everything is so uncertain.

Don't think about him seeing Baghera's last message, breath stuck somewhere in his chest, terrified about what that means, filled with all the memories they built together in those weeks. Understanding her, but filled with dread, with the urge to run to her and help, with the instinct to protect and put her before anything else.

Don't think about Philza suddenly hearing Roier let out a sob looking at his communicator. Don't think about Philza holding him as Roier trashed and trashed trying to jump off the boat, about him holding him for dear life as Roier screamed at him to let go calling him any name under the sun. Don't think about Philza holding Roier because he knew that would be what Cellbit would want.

Don't think about how Philza knew, by Roier's reaction, that Cellbit wasn't going to be on that boat. Don't think about the hole that just kept on growing inside of his chest because Cellbit has always been a person he trusted but in those weeks he became so much more, someone he has come to care for, his second hand man, someone to lean on, but also someone to protect.

Don't think about Philza feeling useless because he did nothing to help his teammates.

Don't think about Philza seeing Etoiles running to the boat, how he was so close, about him begging inside to please, please, not him too, not him too, I can't lose him. About how that pleading meant nothing when the boat started to leave and he had to watch Etoiles, alone on the shore just watching it go without him, Philza unable to do anything to help. Don't think about Philza looking at Etoiles right as explosion consumed the whole Island.

Don't think about Philza looking around and realizing for the first time that Foolish is gone. About him panicking as he searches for him everywhere but he is just gone, about how someone would have to gently tell him that Foolish jumped out to try to help others but never came back. Don't think about Philza leaning against a wall, Foolish's screams for him to help during the earthquake being the only thing he could hear, feeling like a failure of a leader.

Don't think about Slime stumbling to Philza without words, hugging him for dear life, shaking so much he could barely speak. Don't think about Philza leaning into the hug with equal strength because they are everything that is left.

Don't think about Mouse coming upon them, eyes filled with tears because Cellbit was right there, Foolish was right there, and yet they didn't make it but she did, hesitating for a few seconds. About Philza and Slime opening their arms for her because Mouse is one of them too, because now they must cling to one another.

Don't think about Philza in that boat, wishing desperately that none of that is real. Begging it to be a hallucination because the alternative is far too painful.

[nomsfaultau]

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

Tommy is sick of being sat upon by some nut job he barely knows. It’s been days trapped under a Philza who doesn’t really register human words and mostly just coos whenever Tommy tries to cuss him out. Techno says it’s ‘cause Philza thinks he’s been hurt and needs to be protected, which like, yeah, fine sure, but not by Philza. Tommy already has a guardian. His abuser has to be insanely worried about him, especially after Philza assaulted him for no reason. But every time Tommy tries to escape he’s just dragged back and everything gets worse.

At least that part is familiar.

He’s forced to stay in that nest for days, and Tommy has never handled being cooped up well. Some part of him likes the weight of a parent roosting over him and the feeling of gentle hands combing through his wings and hair, but the overwhelming majority of his instincts just wants his abuser back. Techno is of absolutely no help, mostly since Philza keeps trying to murder him. But he sits in the corner and is open to chat, or read a book aloud to him to stave off some of the boredom. Best advice Techno has is that Philza will be normal again if he thinks his chick is safe and happy.

Hell no. Tommy is not feeding this guy’s delusions, especially when Techno reveals Tommy’s own feathers had been woven next to Philza’s in the nest long before Tommy’s abduction. A-grade creep behavior there. Besides, his abuser will come save him soon. Tommy is so acutely aware that he’ll never save himself.

But then it’s been days and he’s losing hope and just wants to go home, so desperately Tommy tries to figure out what Philza will register as a happy chick. Usually chirps just burst out of him, not something he controls at all, but with some struggle he forces out the little trill he made every time his abuser came home.

Something twists in Tommy’s chest as Philza echoes the joyful chirps at him. It feels horribly right, complete whereas with his abuser the greeting was never returned. That wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t an avian. Neither of them had known what was needed to soothe his instincts. 

But it works. Philza blinks rapidly, pupils returning to normal. His gaze locks on Tommy, eyes filling with tears. “I’m so sorry he did this to you.” Philza wraps him in a warm hug. Juuust great. He was hoping to leave after Philza got over it. All he wants is to get back to his abuser, but when he says as much the embrace becomes a vice. Tommy naturally rejects Philza’s awful claims, growing more and more desperate as his abuser is slandered. First the absurd claim he somehow stopped Tommy from flying, like it wasn’t because Tommy was too weak and small to. And then it’s after him for not providing proper shelter at their nest, even though his abuser was trying to teach him to be responsible when he had Tommy make his shack. Then the lack of healing supplies, then the fact he was dying alone when Philza found him.

“No, it’s my fault I tried to fly when he was gone! He was there for me every time I was injured! Shut up, I can too prove it. Hard not to be there when he caused it half the time!”

For some unknowable reason, Philza doesn’t take that well. Neither does Techno, even when Tommy tries to explain they’re misinterpreting what he said, really it was Tommy’s fault, mistakes and the natural punishment for his actions. When he argues it wasn’t bad, Techno brings up the injuries a bit too old to heal when he used the potions. They try to get in his head, voicing all the thoughts in Tommy’s head before he plummeted and proved his abuser right.

Thing is, Tommy has flown before. It’s been awhile, but he has, when he was younger, knew the wondrous taste of its joy. With L’Manburg he’d been careful to fly below the walls so he didn’t get shot down. And it wasn’t possible in Pogtopia. And then after…it just seemed pointless. And now he can’t at all, and the only reason he can find is because he doesn’t deserve that joy.

Unless it was taken from him. Just like everything else, Tommy finally admits. Wearing an avian’s feathers is meant to be a promise to support them as surely as their own wings, and yet his abuser clipped his. 

It’s hard, realizing he was only ever so weak because the man he trusted was sabotaging him the whole time. Twisting his instincts, forcing him to become a useless hatchling. Manipulating him so he could never fly to safety.

Tommy begins to sob.

Next>

[insomniwillow]

Hello! Pairing: pissa Prompt: domestic fluff and lots of hugs/kisses because they miss each other so much

Thanks for the prompt! sorry it took so long, work has been kicking my ass. This is also about three times longer than i'd intended, but uh. it's fine, don't worry about it!

Read on Ao3 here!

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Phil and Missa kept missing each other, and it was honestly starting to drive Phil a little crazy.

He understood the importance of Missa's job, of course- it was the same one he'd done before he'd been gifted the life he had now, hard-core and thinly-tethered to the mortal plane. Escorting the souls of the dead and scattered was important, and most notably extremely hectic, so Phil couldn't and wouldn't begrudge Missa for being pulled away from this mortal plane as often as he was. But if Phil had to wake up to another lovingly painted picture of their family, or one of his kids telling him that he just missed apa Missa, dad, he was right here!

Well. He wasn't a hundred percent sure what exactly he would do, but it was getting to the point where he needed to do something.

Being a father to two rambunctious kids, no matter how well behaved they were, was exhausting for anyone, and he often found himself falling asleep in his chair during the middle of a bedtime story or song for the kids, the two of them tucked safely right alongside Missa's still-sleeping body. He was stressed from... basically everything on the island, and then the nightmares that followed purgatory, and the bunnies or whatever the fuck new government system was standing in for the Federation now- it was safe to say there were a lot of things pulling at whatever energy he had left, leaving sleep quick to come and just as easy to lose most nights.

It was a coincidence that none of his sleepless nights had coincided with Missa's waking up, but that didn't make it any fucking easier to deal with.

He hated tea and coffee, but he found himself making a mug of the stuff anyway, of both kinds, just in case. He busied himself with light repair work around the house as soon as his kids were settled, trying to keep himself awake by being up and on his feet. Lullah's little birdhouse needed a new roof, the clock was a minute too slow, the stove needed the soot build-up scrubbed away. The night outside grew darker as the hours slowly eeked away, and he was left with little more than a slightly more put together house and burning eyes, ready to resign himself to another near miss.

He folded his arms over his chest as he glanced towards the bed, the little lumps of his kids and the alluring thickness of the quilts strewn across the mattress. The still-sleeping body of his husband, sans mask, the barest glow of moonlight lighting up his features.

His grip on his arms tightened as his chest did, a squeezing burst of longing that sat thick in his throat, before he made himself turn away.

Going through the motions of getting ready for bed were familiar- getting changed out of his clothes, brushing his teeth, tying his hair off into a braid, making sure the furnace and the torches were put out. Their house had turned into a cacophony of bird calls and wind chimes, but night time was about as quiet as it would probably ever get. He sat himself down on the bed with a soft sigh, though a smile lifted his lips as he leaned over Missa's still form to tuck the kids' blankets closer around them, their cute little growling snorts making him giggle quietly to himself.

"Philza... ?" A voice came from right below him, making him jump a bit in surprise, looking down to see Missa's wide eyes looking back up at him. Phil's heart squeezed in his chest again, this time for an entirely new reason.

"Missa!" He whispered, just barely catching himself as he glanced over to the kids, still sound asleep, reaching to press a hand to Missa's shoulder. He could feel his elation rising above his exhaustion, and he smiled again, shoulders slumping a bit. "Heya mate."

"Que paso, Philza?" Missa murmured, his voice hoarse and worried as he sat himself up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He caught sight of Chayanne first, their son's little head pressed against his hip. "It's late, no? Did something happen?"

"No, no." Phil reassured him with a quick wave, reaching to take Missa's hand in his, and Missa flushed a bit, eyes wide again. "I just- wanted to see you. That's all."

"Oh." Missa said, voice a little high and Phil couldn't help but laugh at him- even after the prison and everything else, and Missa was still so easily flustered by a simple touch and sentiment. It was honestly cute, and it struck Phil then and there that he'd even missed something as small as that. "I missed you too!"

"It's been like, what, a month or two since the prison thing?" Phil said, giving Missa's hand a little squeeze. "I got all your paintings, but we just kept missing each other."

"Yep, yep." Missa agreed, though a little ruefully as he rubbed anxiously at the back of his neck, glancing away as he gently returned Phil's squeeze. "But um, I'm a little thirsty, so- sorry, I just-"

"Oh fuck me mate, you don't have to apologized for that." Phil scoffed, standing as he let Missa's hand drop to the bed again, turning back to the kitchen to grab a water bottle and handing it to him. He pulled some toast out of his inventory as well, noting how gaunt Missa looked, swamped with blankets and hair all messy as it hung around his face. "I'm glad I caught you though, I was just about to go to bed..."

"oh, of course! Debes estar tan cansado- ah, I'll let you sleep." Missa was quick to stutter out, reaching to throw his blankets off, but Phil caught his hand again with a snort.

"Oh, no you don't, mate." he playfully scolded, and Missa froze. "You think I haven't heard of the shit you've been doing trying to keep a distance from us? You're staying right here."

"But- Philza-" Missa fussed nervously, and Phil couldn't help his endearment at that too, even if it was tempered by exasperation. But at the same time, if Missa needed a little more reassurance, then Phil was more than happy to provide.

He dropped Missa's hand to cup his face again, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he pressed a kiss to Missa's lips, who froze again. His lips were soft against Phil's chapped ones, his face and hair soft against Phil's palm as he brushed a thumb along Missa's jawline before he leaned in a little closer, and Missa shyly pressed back, his hands reaching up to fist in the loose fabric of Phil's sleep pants as if to anchor himself in place.

Missa was flushed again when they finally parted, and Phil couldn't help but giggle at him, and then louder when Missa's hand came up to Phil's face to press a loud kiss to his cheek, with a 'mwah' to emphasis it. And then again to his jaw, then his neck, the sensation of it ticklish enough to make Phil laugh even harder, though he pressed a hand over his mouth to suppress the noise.

"Jesus, mate, you miss me that fucking much, huh?" Phil murmured in the space between them, using his hand on Missa's cheek to guide him up enough to press another kiss to his mouth, lingering a little as Missa melted into the touch. It was a little gratifying, right alongside Missa's clear eagerness, and usually Phil would be embarrassed by being showered in so much affection, but Missa had a way of making it funny, and thus more bearable. Easier to handle, physically and mentally.

It certainly helped that Missa was a good kisser when he was actually trying and, well, it'd been a while for Phil. He'd forgotten just how thrilling something as simple as a kiss could be.

"...Yeah?" Missa murmured, his voice pitched up and shy and Phil brought up a hand to cradle the back of Missa's head, pulling him closer and pressing a kiss to his temple, hopelessly endeared. "But... necesitas dormir, amor, you need to sleep-"

"M'ere," Phil muttered, rocking them both to the side to lay down on their bed, facing each other even as Missa gave a little yelp from the sudden motion. "There, better now mate?"

"Mmm..." Missa hummed in mock contemplation, brushing his messy hair out of his face to meet Philza's eyes, his own that familiar pretty brown. "I think your eyes need to be closed if you're supposed to be sleeping, Philza."

Even that sounded so nice, as his eyes burned with the effort of keeping them open for so long. He thought he could just barely make out the lightening on the horizon indicating early morning, but it was still dark enough that he, theoretically at least, wouldn't have any issue sleeping. Whether or not he stayed asleep was a different story entirely. Not to mention the irrational fear sitting in his chest as he stared at Missa, awake and beautiful and full of life as thin as Phil's own.

It was hard, and already his chest ached at the thought of waking up to a sleeping husband again, but at least he had this now, a quiet moment between the two of them.

He tightened his hold around Missa's body, pressing close and tucking his head to rest against Missa's collar bones, some stupid part of his brain soothed by the perceived safety of Missa's hold on him in return. Missa worked a hand through Phil's hair, scratching slowly across his scalp and Phil couldn't help but relax even further, eyelids fluttering a bit at the pleasant sensation. He could feel himself slowly falling asleep, could distantly feel the sensation of lips pressed against the top of his head, the words, "buenas noches, amor." ringing in his ear.

He couldn't remember a time he'd fallen asleep so fast, or slept so soundly, safe in his husband's arms.

[estranha-de-all-star]

FUCK OFF! I KNEW THAT WHATEVER RP FOREVER, PAC AND CELLBIT ARE GOING TO DO TODAY I WAS GOING TO BE SOBBING AND I WAS FUCKING RIGHT!!!

Dude the moment those three are in the Order, with Q!Forever locked up and Q!BBH and Q!Philza helping Q!Cellbit to locked up Q!Pac too, and they starting to talk with each other I just knew they would make a great RP

Q!Pac was SO afraid of everything and didn't want to be alone ans sad anymore, and Q!Cellbit going to him and saying with so much confidence that he was never going to be alone again because he was there? Knowing their past? I got chills!

And Q!Cellbit saying that it was thanks to Q!Pac that they got an antidote? And Q!Pac voice was so broken and so unbelieving, as he was so surprised that he really was able to make an antidote and did it, and helped Q!Cellbit to save Q!Forever (As Q!Cellbit said "Esse é meu queridinho!!")

I just started crying

And dude! Q!Forever? The way he was suffering, the way he screamed and cursed at Q!Cellbit, fully believing that it was Cucurucho and saying he was going to explode everything if he didn't give back his son and the other eggs! And just breaking down and answering Q!Cellbit (wich btw, did really well on trying to take answers from Q!Forever before giving the antidote to him), and then saying that the eggs runned away? Because there is something MORE dangerous than the Codes and the Federation! I was so shocked by that, because in a way, he was able to take from Cucurucho what happend to the eggs and from that they can trace a plan to find the eggs.

Oh my God I fucking knew that those motherfuckers would make me cry, but damn it, it was so good!

Ps.: the moment Q!Tubbo got there and intentionally breaking the moment of the lore was so funny

My man was so confused with everything and Q!Cellbit just saying "Dude dude, don't step here it's a trap, wait up there" and Q!Tubbo just "Okay I will hide on the wall, like I always do"

I just lose it.

It was so funny, oh God, I love Q!Tubbo. Never change, king.

Anyways, today was amazing, truly truly amazing, can't wait for the event on the 16th!!

[keirawantstocry]

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.

[zorishy]

DSMP AU lore post

🟢DSMP

Doomsday this one is a bit of a long post

TW: ‼️Major character/animal death‼️

Tommy had managed to slip away from the campsite while Dream was out doing something. He ran and he ran as far away as he could, up into the nearby mountains. The cold bit at his extremities through his lackluster clothing. He thought for sure he was going to die out here (not that that would be worse than his current situation in exile) until he came across a cabin in the woods near the peak of the mountain. 

He found his way in through an open window, proceeding to ransack the kitchen for any food. Tommy had made his way through several pieces of golden apple pie and half a steak when he heard footsteps coming. He quickly looked for a place to hide, opting for a small space underneath the sink. To Tommy’s surprise, the man who walked into the room was none other than Technoblade and following close behind the piglin was Dream.

”Technoblade, L’Manberg is a problem and you know it! They tried to kill you, they exiled poor Tommy. He’s starving alone in the woods because of them.” Dream said, clearly trying to manipulate Techno.

Tommy practically growled from how angry that made him. How could that monster pretend to care about him.

”I know, I want it gone too Dream, but think of the people livin’ there. This isn’t like most empires Dream, they’re my family.”

“And they’ve turned against you, if we don’t act now they might even turn Phil against you! We need to burn that place to the ground before we lose our chance.”

Technoblade paused at that. Of course Dream had to drag Philza into this. He knew that out of everyone he could use to manipulate Techno, it was his best friend.

“Fine,” Techno began, “Go find Phil, we’ll attack at dawn.” Technoblade walked out the back door, heading off into the woods. Dream left not long after.

Tommy sat there for a moment, dozens of questions swirling in his head. Why is Dream here? Why is Techno working with him? What does Phil have to do with this. They’re going to attack L’Manberg- they’re going to attack L’Manberg. The realization hit Tommy like a truck. The blonde scrambled out from under the sink and made his way outside, stealing one of Technoblade’s horses before galloping off in the direction of L’Manberg. Coming back now would mean a sentence in Pandora’s Vault but that didn’t matter right now. He had to warn them, he had to.

It was a normal morning in L’Manberg, the sun was just below the horizon, staining the dark sky with a faint orange to the east. President Tubbo stared out over the city from his bedroom window, watching as dark clouds loomed in the distance. It was going to storm later today. Ranboo slept soundly on the bed behind the president, a pillow carefully nestled in his arms so he wouldn’t realize their lover had gotten up. Tubbo had just turned away from the glass when he suddenly heard shouting in the distance. He turned back just in time to see a cremello horse rear up on its hind legs in the center of down, a familiar figure sitting atop its back.

Town square was crowded and full of people murmuring to one another when the president arrived. Quackity pushed people aside to clear a path for Tubbo so he could see what all the commotion is about. In the very center of town, struggling against the grips of two police officers, was Tommyinnit. Just off to the side, Ghostbur was trying to calm the stolen horse that had been spooked by the police. 

“TOM SIMONS INNIT!” Tubbo shouted over the commotion, anger clear in his tone. 

Everything stopped. Tommy looked up at his childhood friend like a deer in headlights. “Oh Tubbo! This is perfect! I need to talk to you, Dream, Techno, and Phil ar-“

“You have a lot of nerve coming back here Tommy. After what you did I ought to-“

“Well technically I didn’t do shit, Dream frame- actually that’s not important right now! Tubbo listen to me, we need to evacuate the city, Dream and Techno are about to-“

Tommy stopped mid sentence as the sound of an approaching aircraft filled the air. The crowd gathered in the center of town all turned to the north just in time to see a wall of withers, wolves, and other creatures too horrible to describe approaching from the ground and a single fighter plane approaching from the sky. Then the first bomb was dropped.

The commotion lasted no more than an hour. Houses burned; women and children cried out in terror and the men cried with them; grass was reduced to dirt, dirt reduced to stone, stone reduced to bedrock. When it was all over, half the capital was on fire and the other half was blown to kingdom come. 

Tommy frantically searched through the wreckage, calling out for Tubbo, for Quackity, for anyone. After minutes of wandering through smoldering rubble Tommy finally saw someone, breaking into a sprint to reach them.

“Ghostbur! Oh my god you’re ok I- … Ghostbur?”

It was quiet once more in L’Manberg, the only sounds being that of crackling fire and faint sobs. Ghostbur stood in the remains of Philza’s home, looking down at the worst sight he could possibly imagine. Friend, wool patchy and stained black with char, lying motionlessly on his side. He was dead. The ghost dropped to his knees and began to sob.

[nbofvoid]

Breaking Day

Written for the dreamnblade christmas event @alterdnbweek is holding this year.

Day 21 Prompts: Healthy Start; "I can't lose you"

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The rules for becoming an admin are clear. There's tests, trials, a whole bunch of background checks and lisences you have to get, and a final one where you get a Secret and you can't let anyone learn that Secret. It doesn't matter what situation might come up, who might be asking, or how things might change if the Secret is revealed. You do not share the Secret.

Dream forces his breathing to stay steady, keeps pressing down on Techno's torso as the blood keeps seeping between his fingers. Techno's unconsious, body completely limp and his breathing shallow and ragged. The wounds are too wide, too varied for him to take care of on his own and the obsidian cell is not a suitible place to be tending them in the first place.

Revival is coiling in the back of his throat, wants to spill from his lips becuase it would help Techno. It would force the wounds to close, reverse the blood loss, have Techno back to his best state instead of this.

He has no clue what Quackity and Sam did, just that it's stopping Techno from healing. He can't even ask because Techno was already unconsious when they dumped him back in the cell. His only hope to figuring it out is to look at the wounds, but he can't. Not when every time his hands shift or his pressure lets up, more blood gushes out.

"Please don't die," he mouths to himself, shifting to try and keep his arms from giving out. "You always say you can't die so don't be a fucking liar now. You still owe me, got it. I can't lose you."

Techno's breathing only seems to get shallower, chest hardly rising under his pressing hands. Revival shoves against his lips. Trying to spill out to stop whatever is happening and he bites his tounge hard enough he tastes blood. He can't risk losing the single thing that might let him get them both out of here if Pandora's defenses shift enough.

His hand slips, blood pouring out of one gash as he scrambles to cover it again. It's slick and warm against the creeping chill spreading across Techno's skin and he has no idea how much more blood Techno can risk loosing.

There's the sound of something distant, but he ignores it. It doesn't matter if Sam or Quackity are back. It doesn't matter if someone else is being dragged into prison. It doesn't even matter if someone else is coming to visit him for some reason. All he cares about now is trying to keep Techno alive.

It's horrible because he knows there's no way he can actually do that without using Revival.

His gut is hollow as his arms keep shaking. He's not going to be able to keep the blood from spilling out for much longer and he's not sure he's going to be able to handle that.

"Holy shit!"

There's hands pressing over his, turning red from the blood and he blinks at Philza as he's shoved back.

"Heal pots! Now!" the avian snaps and there's rushing footsteps and a shattering as a thrown one breaks on the stone in between the three of them.

It doesn't look like it does anything to heal the wounds on Techno, but Dream feels better physically.

"I have more!" Nikki says, skidding to a stop at Techno's head.

He blinks, finally processing that this isn't the cell. This isn't obsidian blocks all around him bleeding lava level heat. It's stone and bricks and tourchlight and Philza, Nikki, and Ranboo closing in to help take care of Techno.

"Ranboo, take care of Dream," Philza says. "Niki, just pour all of them over him."

Ranboo tugs him away and he follows the hands in a daze as they poke at his own injuries. He opens his mouth-

Snaps it shut as Revival tries to tumble out with the blood flowing over his chin.

Ranboo whirrs, "Did- Did you bite your tounge?"

He nods slowly, eyes focusing on where Techno is still prone, still unconsious, bleeding through the cloths being pressed against his torso. Glowing health and healing potions are sitting on the surface of the red blood, pooling under and aaround their knees with each new one opened and turned over Techno.

Philza curses, "These aren't doing enough, but I don't want to risk him choking on something."

"What even happened?" Niki asks, glancing up at him.

He stares at her, wishing he had an answer and that he could feasibly say anything when Revival is trying to be shared. Niki doesn't try to press for an answer and just looks back down at Techno. She grabs a soaked piece of cloth and presses it over Philza's hands. She pulls out something small and dives back down with quick motions.

Ranboo is twitching, hands fluttering as they keep check on the various bruises and bumps littering his skin, "Do you, uh, need, need a potion?"

He shakes his head, fighting to keep from biting at his tounge again as he watches Philza and Niki keep working on helping Techno. He's not sure what exactly they're doing right now, but it's more than he was able to do.

"I'm not sure this is going to be enough," Philza says, slowly pulling his hands away. His breath hitches, but there's no sudden gush of blood which is a huge improvement over back in the cell. The potions are still shimmering on top of the blood and hopefully there's a chance their power will start working now.

Philza looks over at him, "Sorry about having to ask, mate, but think you can force all of us off ther server?"

He blinks, tilting his head in confusion and Philza adds, "Thing's are going to be really bad in about twelve hours. It'd be better if none of us are here."

"What do you mean?" Ranboo asks.

"...It's a thing. Looks nice at first, but really, really not something you want to be in when it happens," Philza says and the dancing around the explanation is familiar.

He lifts a hand, all of it shaking and hesitantly points at his clamped mouth. They stare at him, confusion on their faces as well and he gestures a bit harder. He can't open his mouth, can't risk Revival escaping to explain what he means.

Philza's expression clears, eyes widening under his hat, "Dream. If it's a fight right now, let go. I'll back you no matter what happens."

He hesitates, because it was drilled into his head before he was allowed to run this server that if he shared the Secret, he was going to be punished. But Philza looks serious in a way he hasn't since Doomsday and he is old enough to have sway on the council.

Dream opens his mouth-

"ꖎ╎⍊ᒷ."*

Tumbles from his throat and the power of it makes his head spin. Things shift around. Twisting all over the server and he can't even try to track all of it as things change.

He blinks up at the ceiling, breathing heavy and he can hear the others panting as well. There's a groan and he slowly turns his head, all of his nerves screaming that he shouldn't be moving, but it's worth it to see Techno struggling to sit up, breathing just as heavy, but without the raspy shallowness it had before. There's still a disturbing amount of blood on and around him, but he's clearly better and Dream passes out.

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*Live

AU Notes:

techno technically has a Secret, but his is a more complicated situation than being an admin. normally the obvious side of it is that he heals rapidly, but there’s more that doesn’t come out unless specific circumstances are met.

dream was only dragged through when the stasis chamber activated because the server itself was actively trying to not be destroyed and its solution was to make sure both of them got to help.

dream did allude to having a way to revive the dead and they know Tommy had the book used on him, but that’s considered okay for the people on his server to know. they just can’t know about the raw aspect of it which was what was fighting to be spoken.

This is an AU that frankly could use an entire other post just explaining the headcanon going on with how admins and Secrets work plus Techno’s whole thing in it.

[isa-ghost]

If you're still doing Philza headcannons, how about some specifically about Phil, Chayanne, and Tallulah? I miss the kiddos...

qPhil headcanons masterlist

(NOT) SINGLE DAD EDITION LETS GO

Those two are the light of his fucking life ok. If you were someone that had something against him, they're how you get to him. They're how you hurt him. He will do ANYTHING for them. He'll kill his friends, he'll fly on broken wings, he'll die for them. Nothing matters more than those two kids.

He's not typically a very physically affectionate person. But to the kids? Suddenly he's a cuddler. Suddenly he's head kisses and carrying them on his hip just because he can. Suddenly he's braiding hair and painting nails and playfully tormenting them with tickles. They flip a switch in his brain.

Nothing could ever make him waver on how proud of them he is. Both of them. Chayanne so brave and strong, stressed to the teeth like his dad but persevering like a true warrior. Lullah is so loving and open, even in the face of so much pain and adversity. She's been through so much, largely alone, and yet she still has the strength to smile and be silly after everything. Ideally he wishes they would've never experienced any pain at all, but Quesadilla says Damn You All

Chayanne & Lullah can make him laugh until his stomach hurts, and they can do it faster than friends he's known for YEARS. Lullah especially is the queen of comedic nonverbal timing. All it takes is a certain look with a slow turn after Phil says something stupid and he's Dying.

His favorite thing is when either of them fall to pieces emote bc smth stupid happened. Or whenever they Orange Justice after smth fucked happens.

Listen. LISTEN. Don't be fooled by this man. He LOVES adventures with the kids. He loves them. The reason he refuses to venture out with them or go dungeon raiding with them super often is because survivalist brain is like if the worst happens, the Feds do not have your back. If you lose the kids you have nothing much to live for on this island. Do not risk their lives, even if it sounds fun.

He fucking loves watching the kids talk to the other eggs. The constant taptaptaptaptap of signs being placed while they chat together makes him giggle. He also loves watching them just crouch and silently communicate.

Dude Rose's love for the two of them makes his heart so full. Like legit the first time she told him "they're under my protection" he nearly cried. And not just from relief that they'd be safe from EK.

And related: Oh my GOD does he fucking love the term "fledglings" for them. It's SO CUTE. Rose was so right for that. Something about it drives home the thought of "these are MY kids" even more. He just 🥺

Chayanne's mask reminds him of Techno's boar one sometimes and it makes him wanna cry /pos. If Chayanne ever mentions being guided by Techno's spirit to fight EK Phil will never recover

He loves this "new era" of Lullah, between her cutting her hair short a while back and now dying it + changing her hat. It feels like she's getting more independent despite everything and considering Phil used to have to Really hover around her to help her out, he's the world's proudest papa about it

He's told them stories about all the hardcore gods (that he knows of) at this point. Rose bc ofc he did. EK bc he kinda had to. The others bc at this point he's expecting them to poke their heads around at one point or another too. Chayanne loves Blaze. Lullah still loves Rose the most. She's gone on a rant about "Papa how the fuck is Ocean Overlord a god when he fumbles things so badly???" He wishes he knew, Lullah.

He wants to take them on a flight so bad it hurts. Literally. He's more angry EK fucked up his wings maybe permanently bc he robbed them of that than he is that EK did it to spite him.

He really really really hopes they do hatch some day and become lil dragon hybrids bc then he can watch them fly and teach them how to do it well (the best he can while he's grounded) (he might get a little envious)

He fucking LOVES sparring with the kids. He goes easy bc he's insanely skilled and experienced compared to Two Literal Children but they catch on and improve So Quick and it makes him so unbelievably proud and excited to see them demonstrate their skills in a real (hopefully non-lethal) situation.

[lusi-raul]

I watched Forever’s pov from Jaiden’s dungeon quest since I’ve been seeing a lot of people upset about his suspicions on Jaiden and I can see why but it all stems down to the meta gaming knowledge we have as viewers and not being allowed to give it to him so that he won’t misunderstand Jaiden.

If you solely watch Forever, his and Maximus’ suspicions are valid. Guys you have to realize it doesn’t matter how sweet and nice she appears to other people in the server, no one knows her as much we do and as much as the few she interacts with the most in the island. If it was Roier of course he is never going to suspect her. Even if he was spying on her and Cucurucho that boat race day, it was out of concern and worry for her. But for Forever, unfortunately theres just too much coincidences going on that just makes his suspicions for her grow worse and worse. She just lost her son and is in a mental state where she can be easily manipulated. She distracted Baghera when Pomme died. She is working for Cucurucho who works for the feds. He sees that she has a good relationship with Cucurucho (headpats). She was seen talking alone with Quackity and a Worker for the federation. She built her house which Forever thinks is a shrine, in the middle of nowhere instead of near spawn but he doesn’t understand the significance of the Bobby fields to both her, Bobby and Roier. The truth of the situation is, he doesn’t know her as much as Roier or Bad or even Philza does that’s why he can’t fully dismiss these coincidences even after Jaiden explained it to him. You guys can’t just expect him to blindly trust someone he barely knows nor is it smart for him to do so. Remember how he still trusts Cellbit when he was in the same position? And the trust never left him until Cellbit broke his xp farm. Why trust Cellbit and not Jaiden when both of them are doing practically the same thing in his perspective? First of all, he knows how Cellbit ended up and it’s reasonable to believe Jaiden will end up in the same ditch. Second, He knows Cellbit on a deeper level than he knows Jaiden.

He thinks Jaiden is obsessed with Bobby and is willing to do dirty deeds for the federation in exchange for her son but the sad thing about that mentality is it implies that he will do the same for Richas. He can’t see Jaiden who is this attached to her dead son as sound minded because he sees himself in her, absolutely losing her mind to the point of taking the opportunity to have her son back at the expense of the life of others because deep inside he knows when Richas dies, he will do everything he can to bring him back just like her. We know Jaiden genuinely did what she did with good intentions because we saw her cope with grief but Forever didn’t and just sees her as a broken mother.

He spied on her and broke into her home with Maximus. Some people were upset that they did that. They are investigating on something they are suspicious about. Is it wrong? Maybe but is it reasonable? Yes. They don’t trust her, they have to find out more information so that their suspicions can either be confirmed or discredited. It’s unfortunate that he was too late both times and was caught by Cucurucho the last time. If he overheard their conversation, some of his suspicions may have been dismissed. If in the end Forever realizes on his own that Jaiden really is trustworthy and their relationship improves, imagine how much deeper his friendship with Jaiden will be after all they’ve been through. He is willing to protect and support Jaiden despite the suspicions, imagine if the suspicions were dismissed for him.

Ultimately a story without conflict is like a rollercoaster on a straight track. In order for the rider to feel thrill and excitement, there has to be ups and downs, fast and slow moments and loops. This type of misunderstanding causes conflict within the lore of the island. It keeps the story interesting and ultimately will make the resolution that much more satisfying.

[beetlemousse]

Now I would like to analyze an event: Purgatory.

Remembering that this is a cold and critical analysis, but without the intention of inciting hatred.

Where did Purgatory 1 fail? For starters, they didn't know what they were doing when they decided that the event would last 2 weeks. And because the safety of the eggs was important, the players were practically forced to participate since there was no 100% guarantee that their children would be saved. For example, Foolish and Leo. Who would save Leo on the other teams? Tina on blue and Roier on green, but that's if they had a chance, because since they didn't know how the rescue would be done in the end, the teams always said they would try to give priority to the parents. So, assuming that the green team won in the end and could only save two eggs, Etoiles, being the leader and the father, gets priority, so he would save Pomme. And assuming that another father was selected to choose, and it was Roier, he would save Richas instead of Leo, because Richas is his son. Now if the blue team won, Tina wouldn't have priority in the choice while Tubbo might have because he's the leader, but he would still have to choose between Chay and Lulah, or he would save both of them and other parents on the blue team would lose their children. There were too many disastrous possibilities and that was what made the players with eggs keep playing. Another thing that forced the players to participate was the imbalance of the teams, something that the red team scored a lot on, and they were right. Despite talking a lot about the lack of people, I think that maybe the ADMS should have taken into account their skills when dividing them. For example, they put Roier, Etoiles and Fit on the same team. 3 beasts in PVP on the same team, and although I love the iterations, I would much prefer Roier and Etoiles to face each other than to be on the same team. Etoiles spent the 1 week practically looking for someone to fight, but the red team didn't have PVP players online,i mean...Philza is good, but he's not stupid, he knows his team can't lose points, so they focused on surviving. The blue team had Bbh but he also didn't fight alone against the green team, after all, dying costs your team points in the final score. The only one who would face Etoiles 1V1 in an epic way was Roier, but they were on the same team and couldn't risk losing points with silly deaths. So, adding the feeling of obligation that parents had towards their children, the terrible division of teams, and the fact that the event lasted 2 weeks, ended up making many people mentally exhausted. And in the end, it was all for nothing because it was Cucurucho who saved the eggs. And the Lore of the cursed team also didn't happen because they didn't know how to work on it, they should have given more clues,but instead, they made the players focus too much on the competition and wear themselves out, so it would be unfair to kill the eggs. It's something that Cellbit himself realized, the way things were organized, it no longer made sense to continue with the Cursed team´s Lore, because without more clues, it was too much of a risk to let another team win, especially for the red team that was at a disadvantage and had to win by other methods, like handing in the missions at the last minute so that other teams couldn't surpass their score. And that's why there were so many changes in the missions, because they had to find a fair way for ALL teams to have a chance to win.

I think Purgatory 2 worked perfectly well because it was a normal competition and there was NO LORE involved.