#Elytrian! Philza

[nomsfaultau]

Make origins smp fic now🫵

Welp I found this in my notes and expanded it. Think I sent chunks of it to sharada once? Idk.

Techno, having nowhere else to go, tries to sneak into a hybrid community. He knows he'll get kicked out at best if they know he's human. So, he disguises himself as a hybrid that's rare and not super known about and prays it lasts long enough that he can get into a better position and escape before they figure out (or at least with minimal damage). Say a...bunny? Sure, sure, that sounds safe and not dangerous, so he can probably pass off his lack of abilities super easy. Where are his ears and tail? Uhhhh. Humans cut 'em off, yeah, don't worry about it stop asking questions. (Why are they asking questions? Can’t they mind their business?  Are they suspicious of him? What’s with that horror on their faces?)

Small problem: he intended to keep his head down the whole time, but actually a lot of them are super friendly and curious (and worried, what the hell? He must be so traumatized) about the new comer. Techno is a little startled, because getting attached to the residents hadn't crossed his mind even once. And while logically he knows it's a really bad idea...Techno is starved for connection with people. Uh. I mean, he can probably use their trust to get stuff from them. Yeah. That sounds good. The closer he gets to them the more complicated and convoluted the lie becomes, because suddenly he cares less about avoiding notice and more about them liking him.

So he scrapes by trying to explain away all his lack of abilities, slowly realizing that leaving is going to be a lot harder than he thought, and is cursing some of his earlier, not thought through lies, such as only being able to eat carrots or having to hide his human ears or constantly re-dye his hair. But it works. It works, he has a home in a way he’s never had before. He has people who like him, who care, and ask about how he’s doing. And maybe somewhere in there when creating lies about his Tragic Hybrid backstory, the truth bleeds in. And maybe the only way Techno can be emotional vulnerable is if he filters it through the lens of a lie in his head. Tells himself he’s just saying stuff to survive. Accepting help because to resist would blow his cover. It’s just for the lie, just for a little while. He planned to bounce the moment he got back on his feet, but thanks to the hybrid community his standard for doing okay isn’t barely swaying on his feet anymore. And as Techno really learns what being okay looks like, that goal post moves further and further back. Excuses, maybe, so he can stay a little longer. But it works, so what does it matter?

Or it does, until one day, when Philza slams down an old tome he found. Because he was worried about his friend, and wanted to know more about his species' needs to help him have an easier time in the community. Only to find out there was no possible way for Techno to be mistaken for a bunny born. Techno scrambles for a lie, desperate to keep his friends, but can't think of one, falling silent as Philza lays out all the lies, all the impossibilities. 

“So what are you?” Philza hisses, like he doesn’t already know. His dark wings flare out, imposing for all the times Techno tucked into them to avoid the rain or cold. And all Techno can look at is the old scars carved into him from the monsters after an elytrian trophy 

“….I’m your friend, Phil,” he offers weakly. 

“You’re a human.” 

Maybe it should surprise him, the depths of seething hatred and betrayal in his once friend’s eyes. But at heart, Techno’s a pessimist. More than that, he’s a prepper. And he’s done this a dozen times, ingrained instinct. So the sword is already in Techno’s hand before he’s thinking of it, lunging across the table and forcing Philza back. Pressing relentlessly, driving him back until suddenly slamming a hidden button and causing a weighted net to ensnare the elytrian. It dug into old scars. Don’t think about it. 

Even as Philza’s eyes dilate and he shrinks back, cornered in his own memories of hunters, Techno immediately flips and echoes his own. But his house has never been so full before, belongings scattered. Relaxed he never should have gotten so relaxed. Why had he ever let himself grow out of what he could grab from a stache and run? Because now he was panicking about what he’d leave behind. The cloak of feathers Phil gave him to keep warm in the heights of the Pube. His friends. The strange glass contraption Niki made so he could breathe under water, and all the memories he spent with his breath still hitched in awe at her underwater buildings. His friends. A pen of chickens Tommy had rounded up, each with the most ridiculous name he could come up since he’d only accept the ones that made Techno laugh until he was wheezing. His friends. His friends. His friends. 

“You’re a human spy, aren’t you? Infiltrating our community to tear it down from the inside,” Philza accuses. And that’s what grinds his preparations to a halt, even when each second is critical. Because what can he do? Deny it? Why would Philza believe him now? Ever again?

Techno doesn’t have time to cry. And that wouldn’t have been a thought he had before, because as many times as Techno’s been sent running from the ruins of an ephemeral refuge, it’s never hurt this much. Before the hybrids he wouldn’t have even allowed himself that grief, but with his emotional walls slowly and lovingly lowered it suddenly hits just how much he hates never having a home for long. Never having a community. And maybe, just maybe, Techno had thought the hybrids would understand. They’re shoved out of society and reviled. Isn’t he just like them? 

But he doesn’t have time to cry. None of it matters. Once again, all Techno has on his back is a bag of essentials. He has no need for cloaks and diving helmets and pets where he’s going. (Where is he going? Where is there left? This was his last chance.)

Panicking, Techno bolts, and suddenly all of his friends are hunting him down. No where is safe, not the air or water or nether. All of them are desperate to capture him, some furious for his deception, others terrified he's going to destroy their community.

And Techno...wasn't he already planning to ditch this place from day one? It's fine, right, this was part of the plan. For months he'd been fighting the impulse to show them his real self, and now he knows that instinct is correct. They didn't like Techno, only the guy he pretended to be. So why does it still hurt so much to leave? They despise him, don't they? And don't they have every right to?

[imaginethat0327]

So I’ve been feeling pretty burnt out recently but also still wanting to do creative stuff, just not the stuff that I actually need to work on, lol. And so here’s a Philza Minecraft because I wanted to draw somebody I don’t normally draw!

in my headcanons, elytrians like Philza here have freaking huge wings because they need to catch the super light and thin End air. Then, in the Overworld where the air is thicker, they are SUPERB flyers. Can practically launch themselves into the air with just one flap! 😃 -Imagine

[rosegoldorigins]

I love imagining OriginsSMP Philza with feathers like this!!!

Reference image from Casserole on YouTube!

Go support them! Their animations are amazing!!! :DDD

[weird-mcyt-dreams]

Weird dream where i was making a comic about someone with a horn and like they get energy from biting ppl or something

Like there were mcyt ppl in the comic?

And one of the pictures was Starborne!Scott from origins saying he'll be fine as he's holding his stomach

Like HI DREAM ME WHY ARE YOU WRITING ANGST

And the only song in my head rn is just

"My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why, I got out of bed at all" (i can't remember the rest)

Like Philza minecraft was there I can't remember any others but i remember fuckin Philza

Im thinking it could have been an origins smp comic

[erissdoesart]

God fight started on the 3m server! I'm gonna take it chill but for now, enjoy a bit more art :D

A newly presented avian in a normal household- well that won't do! Thankfully totally not bloodthirsty elytrian dad comes to the rescue :D (He may be using some instincts to keep sonboi quiet-)

[elementic-symphony]

[mellorphic]

Tbh the og origins smp meant so much to me with Niki’s lagoon and the original Pube that Jack and Tommy lived in together, and I’ll forever prefer Shulk Tubbo over Bee Tubbo honestly

[argo-bolo]

sometimes i remember that crowfather philza is a phoenix and i have to live with that...

gotta refrain from ☝️🤓

[fabshroom]

Day 1: Bruises/Scars (+ Amputation)

A bird without wings

SBI whumptober day 1 (combined with Amputation)

Excited for what’s to come this month!

Prompts can be found here: whumptober prompts

Achievement tracker: 1/9 (if the optional prompt counts towards Combo Attack)

[bluefledgling97]

OP have I got the fic for you!!!

I love the concept of elytras as parasites that live in direct symbiosis with Elytrians... Like they are living organisms that learned to live with a species that directly helps them feed, etc., and by allowing them flight in a world where you need some sort of device or anatomy for airborne, long distance travel - they're the perfect choice for the host. It's also a relationship, almost. I imagine an Elytrian could have some subconscious/mental communication with their Elytra - sense its distress, etc..

This would also mean that Elytrians initially don't have feathers/features that mark them as such - they're pretty much bare when young, and the older they get and the longer they live on with their Elytras the more they look like these old travellers' books depictions everyone has seen. Their skin gains dark markings all over the body, especially at the parts where the Elytra connects with its host, new appendages maybe grow (such as earwings, tails - maybe the organism figures out what will help with achieving best flight performance possible)

And the Elytrian culture stemming from this - how probably meeting your Elytra and finding the one your organism will be a perfect match with is a sacred ritual, something really respected and never meant to be interrupted. Maybe it's dangerous, if not done under the right conditions? How does a wild Elytra behave? Are they just living, breathing animals or much more conscious that we might think? This symbiosis is something that has been done for centuries, so there's no question in both parties being aware of each others' purpose on something more than just logic - it's ingrained in their baser instincts.

This hc is also the case where I really like to dive into much less feathered depictions of Elytras and making them more void and creature-like in appearance to really create that rift between just wings and a symbiote that aids you.

[origins-updates]

Origins SMP members and their powers from the subreddit!

Slime: Slimecicle

Feline: James Marriott

Bunny: Technoblade (never dies!)

Arachnid: Fragrance Man (Schlatt)

Enderian: Aimsey & Ranboo

Merling: Nihachu

Shulk: Ash Kabosu

Fox: Fundy & Billzo

Elytrian: Philza

Blazeborn: Jack Manifold

Avian: TommyInnit, Badlinu, Beautie_

Starborne: Smajor & CaptainSparklez

Bee: Tubbo

Inchling: Sneegsnag

Phantom: Wilbur Soot & Shubble

Chameleon: Bekyamon

Human: TheFinalSusan & Ninja

Whitelisted but have not joined: GeorgeNotFound, Ted Nivison, Quackity

[imaginethat0327]

Wings, wings, WINGs!!! I’m actually really happy with these! I’ve decided to post the wings of the block men (which is to say, the avians - and one Elytrian - of my discovered minecraft youtuber personas.) So up top we have Philza, the Elytrian, who’s wings are based on a crow. This was my first time doing iridescence and I’m SO proud of how it came out! Then below is Grian, who is based on a scarlet macaw, and the bottom is Jimmy’s lovely golden canary wings. P2 to come soon! 

-ImagineThat 🦜

[anarchy-and-piglins]

What's your favorite era of emduo? Mine's definitely antarctic empire era. They were so good. I miss our antarctic empire boys. There was something about their dynamic on that server, in combination with pete. Simply impeccable vibes. (I love all their other eras just as much but I'm just especially soft about this)

It's like picking a favourite child, ueueueue- Why do you ask the impossible of me?

AE has to be up there, obviously. I have a big soft spot for dsmp emduo as dsmp is what got me INTO Techno real big, and I still do love that server's story and the characters and all of the fancreations (idc if people think it's cringe). "What did they do to you Phil" and "You actually got him" and "for you, the world" and "THREE MONTHS PHIL!!!". Dsmp!emduo is very important to me. But I do think AE is up there as a fav.

I have an additional very soft spot for osmp emduo with malewife fail supervillain crowfather and his lackey best friend bunnyblade who is only there for the carrots.

(or the other osmp variant that exists only in my head: powerful immortal elytrian Philza (possibly still a malewife lbr) and his best friend regular guy only-human-in-the-commune Techno)

[mcytblrconfessions]

One thing I'm always going to be angry at is how everyone automatically assumes "Being good at elytra = bird" or whatever. Like NO!!! AN ELYTRA IS A PART OF BEETLE WINGS IF ANYTHING PPL SHOULD BE MAKING LIKE PHILZA AND GRAIN CHARACTERS BUGS!! I just need more bug hybrid characters but nooo elytrian on the osmp automatically = bird and phantom = dead bird instead of much cooler concepts. I think we should in fact ban any further avian hybrids so ppl can do cooler winged character designs.

[solaneceae]

blind devotion

a team bolas oneshot. codebreakers-centric (philza and étoiles) (read on ao3) found family, ambiguous relationships, fluff @apthotiosis tagging u because codebreakers heehee

“They’re not crow wings,” Jaiden remarks, tracing the sharp edges of the long feathers meant to catch on updrafts. “They’re too big. And you got extra bones and joints going on.” Phil hums, a hesitant eeeeeh with a twist of his hand. “There’s some crow in there. But most of it is actually—”

“Elytra!” Baghera quacks, awe lacing her voice as she croons over the white diamonds that appear beneath the grime and dust she’s cleaning out. “You’re part Elytrian, Philza?”

“Not exactly,” he laughs, pointing at the very human features on the rest of his body. “I’m not actually a hybrid. Not like Jaiden, or even like you. Those wings were a gift.”

Étoiles perks up. “From Kristin, yes?” he nails down, perceptive as ever. The rest of the flock oooohs, a little chorus of yes, of course, makes sense. “I like your wife, Phil,” the duck smiles, brushing out a crooked feather. She remembers the Goddess’s voice, soft and warm as late spring’s sunlight, pouring out of Phil’s mouth as she borrowed his body to greet them. “She’s so nice.”

“She’s awesome,” Étoiles nods, unseeing eyes reflecting invisible stars. He cannot see anymore, he’s told them, but he still fights like he can, somehow. “I see her, sometimes, when I don’t have enough sugar and I almost die. She tells me to take better care of myself, but I’m dumb and shit so it keeps happening.”

“T’es con,” Baghera chastises him, slapping the back of his head, and Philza snorts at their antics. He’s so glad Étoiles joined them, the memory of his expectant frame almost vibrating out of itself when the old crow-not-quite-a-crow approached him at Global, just the day before. The words had barely left his mouth and the warrior had dropped to his knees before him, like a worshipper before his deity made man. I am your arm, your sword, Étoiles had said to him once, long ago. Felt like long ago. Just tell me where to hit.

A wave of fond-flock-yesyes, the Angel of Death pulls Étoiles forward to shelter him within his wings. “Aaah, Philza, Phil,” Étoiles laughs as his friend pecks at his hair, crooning incessantly. “The goat, oh, he’s moving so good! So good aim!”

“No mames.”

“No maaaaames man.”

“Shut up dude,” Phil wheezes, a huge smile on his face as he runs his talons through the frenchman’s tangled, white-faded locks. Yesyes. “I’m having a moment.”

“Oh? He has a moment, okay. I fuck myself, I don’t move, I get it.”

“Oh my god, stop.”

“I want to see you fly,” Étoiles says, quieter. Almost a whisper, that has everyone tilt their head in focus. “I didn’t see you fly, that’s bullshit. It must be beautiful, to see.”

Phil flashes him a wry grin. “Maybe. They’re pretty fragile, still. I don’t want to fuck them up all over again. Pretty sure the Feds will just clip them once we get back anyway, so.”

“Fuck them!” Baghera screeches indignantly. “Not letting that happen. I kill them first.”

“It’s fine. Just gotta enjoy ‘em while I got ‘em.”

Étoiles pouts at that, mumbles something in rapid-fire French that sounds rude. Phil hums and cups his face with a low trill, talons rapping on the space between his skull and neck, feather-soft. His friend blinks, cloudy silver. “What do I look like to you?” Phil asks, feathers ruffling as he spreads his wings wide, his fellow avians shifting to avoid being smacked by them.

Étoiles smiles, all teeth and greenish gums. “Like home,” he says, and it’s such a silly yet earnest answer that Phil could kiss him into silence. Mine, his hindbrain thrums, fierce possessiveness curling around his heart, and Étoiles laughs, that airy, high-pitched wheeze of his, because he’s making bird noises again. “And he says, he says he’s no hybrid, this man?” he mocks, tackling Philza to the cold floor of their cave to wrestle him into submission. “He’s a liar! Lies! You know who you are, Felipe Minecraft! Embrace it!”

“I am- fuck, get off,” Philza growls, play? play? Swoops Étoiles’ legs from under him to pin him down and they’re both laughing, batting at each other’s faces, talons carefully curled inward to not slice at dark green skin. Baghera and Jaiden cheer them on from the sidelines, loose feathers flying here and there, a viney tail wrapping itself around his leg as they roll and swipe and snap their teeth at each other’s necks, play, play! 

Étoiles loses at some point, freezes when sharp claws brush against his jugular. “Oh, he’s too good,” he smiles, tired and fond. “He’s good, and I’m shit. GGs.”

“Don’t say that,” Phil rolls his eyes, but doesn’t draw away. Étoiles’ eyes are squinted in twin crescent moons, and he doesn’t know if he wants to pluck them out to wear like jewellery or forget himself in them. “You. Are the best,” he chirps, pressing his forehead against the other man’s, flock, mine. hello. “I chose you. And I only choose the best for my family.”

“That’s us,” Baghera gasps — she and Jaiden have taken to preening each other instead, her bill ruffling through dark blue and green to dislodge specks of dried blood and sand out of her flockmate’s wings. “Bolas family, yes!”

“You picked Roier first,” the warrior whines, hands pawing at Phil’s chest, not quite pushing him away. “You like him better, no? He’s better, stronger. I don’t blame you.”

“Cellbit wanted him. I wanted to make him happy.”

“Oh, he is,” Jaiden huffs. “They’ve been snogging in the nest all evening. It’s cute and all, but I can only take so much kissing noises until I gotta vomit.”

“Hater!” her sister teases, bonking her bill against her cheek. “You’re just a little hater, let them be gay and happy.”

“They can be gay and happy and not slobber over each other.”

“I kinda like it,” Slime pipes up from his hole in the ground. Jaiden quirks an eyebrow at him. “...You need to get over Cellbit, dude.”

“Whaaaaat? You’re talkin’ nonsense. Put your mask back on, the fumes got to you.”

“Don’t you have Mariana anyway?”

“I don’t see your point.”

“Roier is Roier,” Phil cuts them off, catching Étoiles’ wrists to push them down against the stone. Mine. “You’re you. Cellbit wanted him, I wanted you. Simple.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh.” A croon, their noses brush together. Jaiden makes a gagging sound, which makes Baghera cackle. What am I doing? “Phil?” He blinks. His friend is looking up at him, eyes crinkled up in amusement, fang poking out from beneath his upper lip. “I’m already yours. You don’t need to go all birdbrain on me.”

“Sorry.”

“Nah. Don’t be sorry, be the GOAT that you are.” Étoiles pushes himself up, and Philza lets him. He tilts his head to the side, like he always does whenever he’s mapping out his surroundings. “Phil, Phil,” he nudges at the crow’s shoulder, vine-tail thumping against the ground in renewed vigot. “PvP check, yes? Sticks?”

“Bruh.”

“Come oooon.”

“We’re actually ahead today, let’s not die and mess it up.”

“Rhoooooo…”

[zilritsch]

Some general information about Admin AU:

- Everything basically revolves around three characters: Dream, Philza and Techno, so all the main points are about them.

Brief information about the characters:

Dream:

In this au he is a child by the standards of the admins, but due to circumstances he developed like an ordinary player, which is harmful to the mental health of the admins. This development failure occurred due to the absence of an adult admin nearby, so Dream’s code will adapt to the circumstances in order to survive. In fact, he was damn lucky that he didn’t die, since the code of the children of administrators is a favorable environment for the development of viruses or gods who want to gain more power. Therefore, children are usually kept on a separate server with only a guardian until their late teens.

Now Dream will not be in any danger when, after escaping from prison, Philza realized that Dream is a child. The boy will be under the watchful eye of Philza and Technoblade, and no one will dare touch him again (And no matter what plans Dream had or still has, he will not escape).

Philza:

- Elythrian, member of the first generation of administrators. He was one of those who participated in all the skirmishes with the gods, invented the first fashions and founded the academy of administrators. He has extensive and varied experience working with children of all ages.

- Disdainful of the gods.

- A member of the now extinct Elytrian race, which gives him an understanding of the ancient Enderian language. True, the language has long fallen out of use. Among the characteristic features: dark gray wings, a cluster of feathers throughout the body, but most of all on the cheeks, in the neck, shoulders and shoulder blades, and also pointed claws.

- There have already been attempts to create his own family and settle down, but all his partners are now dead, as are the admin’s children. Wilbur in his eyes is a mistake, too similar in appearance to his mother.

- The players are treated with some disdain, as a lower caste unable to compare with him (his attitude is also influenced by the fact that the players were created by the gods as an imitation of the admins).

Technoblade: Pure-blooded Brute piglin.

Previously, he lived in one of the thousands of bastions of the Primordial World, he grew up in it and defended it. Everything changed the first time he killed a player. Then he heard a heartbreaking scream full of agony in his head (Techno pushed the guy into the lava after blowing his head off with one precise blow). He backed away from the scene of the player's death, clutching his head in an attempt to muffle his scream. He waited a few more hours until the screaming died down. This is how he gained his first voice, and later lost it when he didn't have enough blood to keep all the voices strong (Much later, after Techno learned mojang thanks to the voices, Philza spoke about his code being warped and confused with the players' code lines. Philza called him special, called him the darling of the Universe, said that she gave him the opportunity to learn, and that he did not mind a companion on his journey).

Technoblade has participated in many events in this world, now he wants to rest a little.