#angel of death Philza

[witchyleehibernates-fics]

Of All The Things You Could Have Done (Why?)

Summary:

Techno absolutely refused to pick up the child. He came into the room like Philza had pleaded, he met them, he wanted to go to his room and debate his life… intimately… maybe he would move out, let Kristin deal with her eccentric husband while Techno’s life went back to normal. But what was normal? Waking up, going to work at a nine-to-five to just barely make rent of an apartment? Nevermind trying to feed himself? Techno was bulkier, especially in the chest-shoulder’s area from his highschool years. He took in calories like a bodybuilder, though Techno was a measly librarian at an elementary school. He felt another wave of that buzz again, a glance telling him that Purpled was still trying to get Techno to pick them up. Techno picked up his book instead, one hundred percent intending to ignore Purpled.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: Surprise adoption! Cryptid Philza, alien Tommy, alien Purpled, Technoblade contemplates his life choices, fluff

Characters: Technoblade, Philza, TommyInnit, Purpled, Kristin

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,868

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

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Techno sometimes had to stop and think to ask himself ‘What is my life?’ nearly four times a day. Though, maybe four was an exaggeration, because while his life was… certainly interesting, living with a Goddess of Death and her Angel of Death Husband.

Kristin was lovely, and well adjusted to human life, which Techno was thankful for. She often talked with him about art, and Techno knew that she was interested in going into either college for art and teaching… or politics.

Techno would amuse himself by pondering what the world would look like with a Goddess, known or not, as their leader. Especially the Goddess of Death, who really wants people to stop dying for ‘stupid ass’ reasons.

Techno had to agree with her.

But then there was Philza, who was once human and should have been the well adjusted one between him and his wife… However, Philza often forgot, or nearly forgot, to hide his wings. They weren’t in the Void, which was his wife’s domain, therefore Philza absolutely had to hide his wings. Techno knew the winged one hated it. Something about it dampening his connection with his wife, which Techno didn’t understand in the slightest.

And that was just the start of it.

There were things that Techno never thought he would have to tell Phil, or remind him of. Examples included, but not limited to, were: “No, you can’t use coffee in replacement of milk… No, don't use water either!” and “Phil… Phil… No, taking an unattended child is called kidnapping and we could get in serious trouble.” were the most often Techno had found himself saying.

Surprisingly, “Philza… Laws exist for a reason. No you cannot speed, and flying isn’t allowed either. Killing is called Murder, not a phone call to your wife while she’s doing her deity things.” was one that he was surprised about having to tell Philza, someone who was all about rules… apparently to an extent if he thought they were particularly stupid or dumb.

Techno sometimes regretted befriending ‘Angel’, as Techno would call him when he was particularly annoyed with Philza, at times. Other’s he was just thankful, because the amount of people thinking he came from ‘old money’ and thus have tried to rob or mug him was nearly reaching triple digits. Philza had a way of ‘teleporting’ or something to Techno the moment he felt that Techno was in danger.

It would have been amusing had it not also startled him every damn time Philza just appeared while Techno was cornered to some degree. He once thought that Philza stalked him when he was out of the house, but no.

Techno didn’t know which he would have preferred.

Though, Techno wondered if the ‘icing on the cake’ of instances that Techno wondered what life choices had led his life to becoming so… chaotic was definitely a word for it… Despite knowing exactly which one… Would have been the time Philza had brought home a child that was most definitely not of the human world… or the deity side of things either.

How Philza had found an alien baby, much less two, was beyond Techno.

“Phil.” Techno stopped as he stared at the two… toddlers… sitting in the living room. Techno hesitated to call them toddlers, given that they seemed a tad bit younger than even a year old, and the antennae coming from their hairline definitely made Techno weary even thinking about going near them.

The two ‘toddlers’ also both had tails and seemingly fang like teeth, at least the one had two fangs poking out from their mouth. Techno was sure the one had claws that looked too sharp for going anywhere near, while the other had razor sharp feathers seemingly protecting their ears.

If that one grew wings, Techno was absolutely never letting Philza leave the house ever again. If he wants to stretch his wings, he can absolutely go visit his wife instead of just flying around the property that Kristin had helped Techno purchase. Something he refused to ask her as to how it happened.

And his friend was casually playing with the both of them like they were human. Cooing at them, which did earn him giggles from the two children. Though, Techno’s voice had attracted the attention of both children, who looked nearly identical… other than the aforementioned traits Techno had already picked out earlier.

He was unnerved by their eyes, both of which were glowing in the now dimming light of the house.

“Techno! Mate! Come here, come here!” Philza brightened up when his eyes landed on Techno. Techno made a face as he looked at Philza, electing to ignore the two… babies… Techno would call them babies for now.

“Philza.” Philza pouted at Techno, probably sensing that Techno was not as thrilled as he was. “What-how-Why?” Techno ran his hands over his face; exasperation and fondness fighting to be the main emotion that Techno was feeling. “Philza.”

“Techno, come here.” Philza uttered again, “Come meet them!” Techno only continued to stare with a deadpan expression, and his friend continued to pout. Techno didn’t know if it was the fondness for his friend, the other thousand crazy situations that Techno had ended up in because of his friend, or the cooing of the babies… but he sighed as he started walking forward.

Philza’s expression lit up, and Techno sighed as he moved to his chair, the one piece of furniture that Techno had reserved for only him. He was the only one allowed to sit in it, which Kristin and Philza both respected.

“This is Tommy, and this is Purpled!” Philza introduced the babies, both who were staring unnervingly at Techno. Neither were blinking, either. Techno stared back at the two of them with a raised eyebrow. “Tommy, Purpled,” Both babies looked at Philza when he said their names. Techno pretended that didn’t unnerve him as much as it did. “This is Techno, a very good friend of mine.”

Techno wondered if maybe, for their species, they were much older than Techno thought. Because it almost looked like the two had communicated somehow before looking back at Techno. The one with purple eyes, Purpled, moved to crawl towards him. The one with blue eyes, Tommy, fell back and giggled when Philza caught him, a hand having already been moving out to catch the swaying baby.

Techno, feeling a small and utterly tiny hand on his ankle, looked down, sighing internally as he saw that Purpled had crawled their way to Techno and was touching him hesitantly. It seemed that they didn’t quite know what to make of Techno; which was a shared sentiment.

There was a mental buzz that Techno felt, and he could have sworn that there was some sort of voice ushering Techno to pick up Purpled. He figured that’s how they communicated, maybe that was how they communicated with Philza. Techno ignored the voice, and Purpled got teary eyed, leaning against Techno’s shin.

Techno absolutely refused to pick up the child. He came into the room like Philza had pleaded, he met them, he wanted to go to his room and debate his life… intimately… maybe he would move out, let Kristin deal with her eccentric husband while Techno’s life went back to normal.

But what was normal?

Waking up, going to work at a nine-to-five to just barely make rent of an apartment? Nevermind trying to feed himself? Techno was bulkier, especially in the chest-shoulder’s area from his highschool years. He took in calories like a bodybuilder, though Techno was a measly librarian at an elementary school.

He felt another wave of that buzz again, a glance telling him that Purpled was still trying to get Techno to pick them up. Techno picked up his book instead, one hundred percent intending to ignore Purpled.

The wave of absolute sadness had a deep sigh escaping Techno through his nose, even as his eyes darted to Philza. Why hadn’t Philza said anything recently? Techno was annoyed to find Philza just… not there. Neither was the other child, which told Techno it probably had something to do with the other child. There was, seemingly, a sniffle of some kind from Purpled, and Techno could absolutely not believe he was being manipulated by a baby.

“What is my life?” Techno sighed, glancing down at Purpled. He set his book back off to the side, reaching down and picking Purpled up by the back of their onesie, when had Philza had time to go baby clothes shopping? Techno swore that if Kristin had anything to do with that, Techno would riot. No more cooking for them, they would have to figure it out themselves.

Knowing Kristin, she probably already knew how to cook too.

“Only this time.” Techno muttered, letting the baby lay on his chest as he reclined in his recliner, barely reaching behind him to grab the blanket to drape over the both of them. Techno could feel that Purpled was feeling smug, and doubting the ‘only this time’ from Techno.

Techno ignored the wave of emotions he could feel from Purpled, letting the baby settle in the crook of his arm, a blanket just about holding Purpled in place with the crook of Techno’s arm. Techno moved and grabbed his book again. He had been wanting to read this book for several months but something kept interrupting him every time.

He’d successfully gotten one chapter in the last attempt, but Techno started over and quietly read out loud to Purpled. He wasn’t sure if Purpled would understand the story, or half the words, but Purpled settled down, and at some point, fell asleep.

“Aweh, mate!” Techno had just reached the end of the chapter, so he glanced up at his friend and raised an eyebrow. Standing just behind him was Kristin, who was holding Tommy and smiling softly at Techno.

“I have three,” Techno paused, checking how many chapters he had left. “I have four chapters left of my book. Go away.” Techno waved the two off, glancing down at Purpled who was sleepily blinking; one hand was raised and resting on Techno’s chest, clutching at Techno’s shirt.

Kristin snorted, even as Philza’s jaw dropped slightly.

“Techno, Purpled needs to eat.” Kristin told him, Techno paused from where he’d tried to start reading again.

“And currently he’s napping, so therefore I am reading the book that I have been trying to read for nearly five months. I have four chapters left.” Techno told them, restarting the chapter and deciding to ignore his friends. Purpled sighed, his hand relaxing from how tightly he’d been gripping Techno’s shirt.

Faintly, he could hear Kristin laughing as Philza sputtered.

“He didn’t even want to enter the room before!”

“Seems like he likes Purpled, though.”

Techno slouched a little further in his chair, sighing slightly as he flipped a page in his book.

Techno could and would complain all he liked about his friend and his eccentrics’. But Techno would never ask Phil to change… much. He cherished his friend, and he cherished his friendship with Kristin. Techno wouldn’t change any-much, Techno wouldn’t change much about his life.

[daydreamwhumpinc]

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Title: we are gods! we are wolves!

Author: acuteroses, Cats_Dont_Float

AO3 Link

Summary: "“Trust me, I promise,” Phil says, and every rational bone in his body tells him not to, that it is an impossible thing to promise, and the universe will ultimately prove Phil a liar, but, for once, his instincts override all reason, and he nods slowly in agreement.

“I trust you,” Technoblade says, and, for the first time in his life, he means it.

A retelling of the Antarctic Empire, in which two outcasted hybrids, half-piglin Technoblade and avian Philza, decide that it's time to fight back against those that have wronged them."

My 50 cents: Haven't really followed DSMP, but I absolutely adore everything to do with emerald duo. For a long time, they were my go to comfort platonic soulmates :) Even now, they hold a special part in my 💛 The fic captures their personality beautifuly, the writing is really good and engaging, and there is WHUMP ;)

[wolfsbane54]

Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, QSMP | Quackity SMP, Dream SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kristin Rosales Watson/Phil Watson | Philza, Kristin Rosales Watson & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Phil Watson | Philza & Phil Watson | Philza's Chat Characters: Kristin Rosales Watson, Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot Additional Tags: Fantasy, Mystery, Curses, Witches, Angst, Goddess of Death Kristin Rosales Watson, Human Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings, Magic, Witch Curses, Witch Hunters, Temporary Character Death, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Witch Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Angel of Death Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Possessive Behavior, reverse adoption, Falling In Love, Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, backwards town, attempt at writing unfair witch trial, Dark Kristin Rosales Watson, Dark Magic, Dark Magic Ritual, Dark TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Dark Wilbur Soot, Dark Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Crows, Ancient magic, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Witch Kristin Rosales Watson, Fluff, Oblivious Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), False Accusations, Gaslighting Summary:

Phil is a traveler at heart. By the time he turned of age he was ready to explore the world and did. Along his travel he find a quaint town that and plans to stay to explore the land around this new place. He is warned on his first day to not bring out his potions and magical items that he has found along his journey. The longer he stays the more find clues of the history of the town, he starts to notice weird things. Like the three boys that seemed to scare the town with their mere presence. To the mysterious beautiful Lady that appears at night. And why are the towns people obsessed with burning crows? And Why is there always the lingering scent of something burning within the town? (Or Phil finds strange town that hasn’t caught up with the rest of the world, that hides a horrible secret and curse. He catches the attention of a powerful being and her chosen children. Will he survive the encounters? Or will he unwittingly find himself gifted with eternal life, and gain a family in the process.)

CHARACTERS NOT CC's. I DON'T CONDONE ACTIONS THAT CC's MIGHT HAVE DONE IRL.

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

A Philza and Kristin art project I was working on for art class last quarter but never got around to finishing. It was supposed to be a painting, but I might take this concept art and redo it digitally at some point.

[luna711m]

“If you see the Blood God in the battlefield, pray that the Angel Of Death isn’t with him.”

Both are deathly but with the two together say hi to Lady Death (For Philza of course)

[randominternetartist]

The Tale of Death's Angel

Thank you Mystical and Angel for beta-reading this!

Read it on AO3

Phil was born in a family of drifters, living light and going where fate called. He grew up, explored the world, discovered passions, fell in love, lived as he wanted. This is his story.

Warnings: Violence, Death, Mentions of Homelessness

One fateful night, a couple who thought they would never have children, was, to their unending delight, proved wrong. And the best part is that the mother survived too.

They were poor but happy. Moving from village to village, taking whatever jobs they could get, but never really managing to keep any.

They’d stay in the wilderness a lot of the time, and the boy knew the difference between poisonous berries and venomous snakes at a very early age.

He learned to hunt and chop wood, and cook food, and make tools.

He made some friends in the villages sometimes, though he never kept them.

One of them told the guards he stole something from her. He didn’t but she lied anyway and the guards believed her.

He and his parents were chased out of the town then, and Phil decided to not make friends after that.

He said so to his parents and they told him that was extreme. He had many other friends who didn’t try to get him in trouble before, but there were always people who were mean and liked getting others in trouble, so he had to be careful even if those people weren’t the most common.

So he started making friends again, though he started avoiding the guards.

Sometimes guards would chase him for no reason other than he looked like he stole something.

Sometimes guards would chase his family out of town because they were drifters. They’d usually yell insults then. Things like “rats,” “vagabonds,” and “vermins” were the tame ones.

Phil didn’t like the guards.

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He stole a knife from one once. It was silver, beautiful, ornate and a little big for him, but his parents taught him how to use it anyways.

His mother taught him how to carve figures. He’d nick his fingers every time he used the silver dagger.

His father taught him how to use the knife for fighting. Phil always found that when he used the silver dagger, the slashes would be deeper and his aim would be better.

Phil took to carrying a knife with him when he went treasure hunting in crowds as he called it. Most of the time, he never used it, but whenever he brought the silver dagger, it would come back bloody.

One day, he was in a shop, trying to find something that’d fetch a good price. He did find something at the end: a necklace with a small sapphire in the center. He hid it in his clothes, but the storekeeper stopped him from leaving.

She said she didn’t let people take her items without paying. That’s when he took out the knife.

A slice to the knee would slow her down.

Except she didn’t react how he expected. She ignored her wound and grabbed him with a grip far stronger than he thought she had. Then she healed the cut with a simple wave of her hand and Phil noticed she was no normal magic storekeeper. She was a witch.

Well, fuck.

When she spoke next, her tone had changed. Before, it was lighthearted in a way that hid danger but still promised mercy if he just did as she said; now it was filled with the deepest of concerns and curiosities. She asked how come he had an item like that.

He told her it was a family heirloom. She stared at him and Phil could feel her magic hanging in the air. She decided he was lying, then crouched down to his level. She took the knife from his hand against his best efforts to stop her and pointed at small engravings through it. She said the knife was enchanted by the God of Violence and that it belonged to an old cult of his that was now gone.

She took the knife and told him to run off with the necklace, claiming it was a fair trade. He went to the other side of the town but didn’t steal anything else.

That was the first time he encountered magic and an item of the gods.

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As he travelled, he also created. Made carvings, statues, and sometimes even drawings and people paid him for it.

And sure, he liked doing those things, but he mostly did it to survive. No, what truly gave him joy were his real projects.

Grand structures he would spend months working on.

He found that passion when he made his first house. He was dreading having to build it all by himself, but when started, it was like a new world opened.

He kept adding more details to the house, making it a little more intricate, planning it a little more, but it didn’t feel like enough.

So when he was done, he started making something else. Something bigger. Something that would exist for him and him alone.

He collected the resources and refined them to his liking, scouring the land for all it had to give and making something beautiful.

He didn’t stop after that, and eventually used his skill in arts to make money, though he never built those structures for other people. No. Those weren’t meant for other people to see.

As he built, collected and explored, he found beauty and danger in equal measure. Towns and villages were full of light, but most resources there were owned and scarce, so he travelled far from civilization. Far from the safety of numbers and fire.

He tried to return home before nightfall, but days passed too fast and he would find himself face-to-face with creatures and monsters.

A knife wound, a cave-in, a tipped boat, a wild animal. Death always seemed to be lurking near in his travels.

Yet he always found his way to safety, though the call of the afterlife wrapped around his mind and body. Not pulling but simply holding in a grip that lingered like a phantom long after he woke up and released himself from its tendrils.

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⊰ 𓆩★𓆪 ⊱⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

After making sure he had enough to live, he used some of his money to buy books on magic. Most were religious, which turned into a slight bother once most rituals and the inner workings of churches became repetitive.

Sometimes, he’d find books which had parts solely focused on the actual workings of magic and the different realms and deities that existed,  though even those parts were usually short and difficult to find.

The books mentioning realms were scarce, something he chalked up to the Nether and the End being related to the gods of Death and Blood, two deities that were quite taboo to talk about.

It might have been because they were shrouded in mystery, or maybe due to a feeling of kinship at being left on the sidelines, judged without reason, but Phil felt drawn to the Goddess of Death.

Not the God of Blood, however.

Phil told himself that was because of his dislike of violence, but that was not fully true. He disliked violence when it was turned to those that didn’t deserve it, but he never had a problem with violence itself.

It took some time, but Phil started to accept it might be due to his many brushes with death. He was scared to admit it. As if accepting that as the truth would lead him to some terrible fate or call her to him, but once he spoke it out loud, it was, in a way, comforting though he didn’t know why.

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⊰ 𓆩★𓆪 ⊱⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

One day, while making his way through an open-air market, Phil found a book.

It had a black leather cover and was clearly handmade. He asked the booth owner what it was and she told him it was a book her mother was writing. After a little bit more conversation Phil learned the woman had an interest in magic like he did.

He bought the book in the end.

When he read it he found the owner of the booth might have been lying. The book seemed more like someone's notes than an actual piece of literature.

Either way, it was interesting.

The owner's mother seemed to have been some kind of traveler

One day, while making a carving of an owl for a little boy, Phil overheard a few women talking.

That was a perk about spending most of his days in the public square of towns: rumors, stories, passing conversation.

Those two women were having a conversation about the mother of a shopkeeper who recently passed away.

What caught his attention, however, was the mention of a book the shopkeeper was selling. It was a book of magic that, apparently, made little mentions of gods and simply focused on magic.

It was in that book that he read about the portal to the End. He had heard about it in rumors, sure, but always believed those to be tall tales.

It seems he wasn’t far from the truth, for the portal described in the book was vastly different from the ones he heard about.

The book also said that one could find the portal by using eyes of enders, though it didn’t say how one would go about doing that, or how one would even make an eye of ender.

It took a while and being thrown out of a few towns but he eventually discovered how to make an eye of ender and how to make a portal to the nether.

So that is what he did, he made a portal, collected blaze powder and turned ender pearls into eyes of ender.

For a few months, he kept the eyes in a chest while he tried to search for a way to use them. When he realized he would have to figure it out by fucking around and finding out, Phil made a few more eyes of ender and started experimenting with them.

After trying to get them to react with other magical materials, Phil grabbed one and hurled it in a random direction.

It proceeded to almost hit him in the face as it flew the opposite way.

So Phil ran to where the eye had stopped mid-air and caught it again. Then he threw another and it went the same way as the first one, except it exploded instead of falling.

Phil didn’t know what to expect, but he had been traveling the world for a long time and certainly wasn’t about to turn his back on an adventure, not when his prize could be the dimension of the End.

So he packed his bags and followed the eyes through plains, forests, mountains, and rivers, and when one of them plunged itself into the ocean, Phil took a deep breath and followed.

He navigated the stronghold, marking places he explored and paths he hadn’t until he found a room with what he believed was the portal.

Placing the eyes in the empty slots of the structure, Phil stood back and watched in awe as black tendrils of void spiraled and connected until they formed a solid sheet of an inky substance that reflected only the stars in the ridge between realms.

Phil jumps.

Darkness engulfs his vision. All around him are little points of light, few and far between but still there. Different worlds, different realms, all with their own happenings.

He lands on a platform of obsidian looking over a sea of nothing. The nothing below sometimes shines when light catches it in the right way. It moves like thick water and Phil knows that it’s the Void.

A roar sounds behind him and he turns to look at the beasts behind him. Ender Dragons.

They flew around, a few elytrians flying with them.

One of the dragons spotted him and swooped down, but Phil ran behind the obsidian towers before it harmed him.

The End was truly a beautifully terrifying place.

He walked around aimlessly, taking in the sights before him when he ventured too close to the edge of the island, and the ground broke beneath him.

He couldn’t grab on in time, and he plummeted.

He fell down and down into the Void and the waiting arms of Death.

Panic seized part of his heart, the part saying he didn’t want to die yet. However, a small piece of himself was content. He had explored the world, created great things, and explored realms. How many people can say they’ve done that?

Still, that part of him mourns his unfinished project as he feels the Void envelop his body, burning his skin and dragging him into darkness.

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When the Void retreats, it leaves behind memories, so when Phil awakens he knows where he is. He is in the in-between, the place where you are neither dead nor alive, where your fate is undecided, and Phil remembers the times he has been here before.

Running from a monster, falling from too high an altitude, losing too much blood, passing out from exhaustion, catching a terrible sickness. Countless times he found himself here, though none were able to drag him beyond. All the times he's come here only to lose the memories of this place when he awoke.

He also remembers her. The woman who approached him after a while, who spoke to him and made polite conversation. It took a few more times for them to not consider each other strangers and a little longer for Phil to realize he was talking to the Goddess of Death herself.

He smiles fondly at the memory, though at the time he was a flustered mess of apologies.

He gets up and turns around to find her waiting for him at the gates, and he falls in love with her as he did so many times before. But this time is different. This time he won’t be going back and he knows it.

She greets him when he approaches. He greets her in kind and they talk. They talk like they used to as if they have no time to spare even though they now have all the time in the world.

Eventually, they settle in comfortable silence.

Phil breaks it, making a joke about not needing to ask what the afterlife was like because he was going to find out for himself soon.

“My dearest,” she says, and she tells him how she watches him. Watches him create. Watches him share those creations. Watches him explore and bask in the beauty of the places he finds. Watches him plan and build, looking for what he needs and making gorgeous buildings. Watches him live. And oh how she enjoys watching him live. Try, fail, try again and succeed. She tells him, “I want to give you a second chance, my angel. I want to see you soar.”

With one more kiss, she places a hand on his back and two weights settle on his shoulder blades. “Come back to me when you are ready.”

As the touch of his lover fades, Phil moves her last gift to him and with a powerful beat of his wings, he frees himself from the grasp of the Void. And as it retreats, the Void leaves the memories he had lost so many times before.

And thus, Death’s Angel was born.

[nocinovae]

I’d like to think Philza’s outfit from yesterday is like when army officers wear their uniforms or badges or smth during formal events.

Bc of the whole Antarctic empire and Angel of Death history

But they don’t know. I want them to know how actually terrifying Philza is.

I reaaallly want Phil’s past lore to come up in the QSMP lore bc like imagine them all finding out he took over the world with his anarchist bff and ran an empire. Or how he’s MARRIED TO DEATH. Like imagine!

(I kinda want him to tell Forever like sorry dude I’m married to Death lol)

[orangehalfpeeled]

who else misses minecraft mondays

[tharett]

Emerald Duo my beloved

But, like my old Baghera Fanart, are in the Sonic Universe now :)

(Plus some Chayanne and Tallulah 🫶💕)

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Mi querido Dúo Esmeralda

Pero, como mi arte viejo de Baghera, están en el universo de Sonic :)

(Con Chayanne y Tallulah incluidos 🫶💕)

[starthesadcat]

Ignore my bad philza design I was on the verge of a panic attack while drawing this and didn't add details lmao

[denimscotch]

Philza design… the golden clasp on his fur cowl was a gift from Techno (and a little nod to the Antarctic Empire to his waist sash)

[witchyleehibernates-fics]

Clearing Conversations

Summary:

There was a reason the two of them remained undefeated, and there was a reason the two never went far from each other. Unless Philza’s wife had the power and time to visit him. Then Techno went over to a neighboring town for a week before coming back. He adored Kristin, owed her his life for saving his and giving him control over his own body again. He would say he owed Philza his life too, though his friend wouldn’t even think of hearing such a thing. They were best friends, practically brothers, and there was no reason for Techno to owe his life to Philza, in Philza’s mind. Kristin was also under the impression that Techno didn’t owe his life to her, or to her husband, but she knew that she was going to be unable to change his mind. Techno hummed, thinking back to the last time they’d seen Kristin, she was carrying a child, which didn’t surprise Techno at any rate. Philza had been over the moon, and had wanted to take out any of his remaining enemies and settle down. He wanted Techno to come with, to stay with him and his wife.

Content Warning's/Trigger Warnings: fighting, probable inaccurate fight scenes, swords, decapitation of a character, character doubts themself, self hate, mentions of blood, mentions of 'hunting' down other characters, hurt comfort

Characters: Technoblade, Philza

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,582

Status: Complete

Fanfic Links:

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There was an army on the horizon, Techno noticed. They were pretty well hidden, he would give them that, but his eyes had caught their movement and noticed the pale blue colors they wore. Seriously, if they were going to be tracking him through a forest, they’d ought to wear more green, wouldn't they?

He rolled his eyes as his friend smirked at him from the side. It was clear that Philza had probably seen someone too, or maybe he’d heard them communicating, however they were communicating. His hearing was much sharper than Techno’s, and Techno’s sight was far better than Philza’s.

There was a reason the two of them remained undefeated, and there was a reason the two never went far from each other. Unless Philza’s wife had the power and time to visit him. Then Techno went over to a neighboring town for a week before coming back.

He adored Kristin, owed her his life for saving his and giving him control over his own body again. He would say he owed Philza his life too, though his friend wouldn’t even think of hearing such a thing. They were best friends, practically brothers, and there was no reason for Techno to owe his life to Philza, in Philza’s mind.

Kristin was also under the impression that Techno didn’t owe his life to her, or to her husband, but she knew that she was going to be unable to change his mind.

Techno hummed, thinking back to the last time they’d seen Kristin, she was carrying a child, which didn’t surprise Techno at any rate. Philza had been over the moon, and had wanted to take out any of his remaining enemies and settle down.

He wanted Techno to come with, to stay with him and his wife.

Techno wasn’t sure if he was going to stay, but he would humor his friend at the very least and try. It was the best Philza was going to get; the voices wouldn’t let Techno do otherwise without rioting.

“Ocean is to our left.” Techno uttered, tilting his head as his eyes scanned the fork that they’d come too. One side, the left side, moved towards the ocean where Techno would be nearly invincible, though Philza would have a harder time in the skies.

“The right had a clearing, could go into the skies there.” Philza responded. The right side was an open clearing. Techno would be weaker, his skin nearly impenetrable but not quite, but Philza would be able to fight from the skies. “Could also split ways, mate, and meet back up here after.” Techno didn’t like that idea, but it would put both of them in their respective elements, making them both stronger.

“I don’t like it.” Techno muttered, but he did allow Philza to move to the right, with himself going towards the left. Philza turned his head back with a kind smile, one that didn’t fit what they both knew was about to happen.

Techno moved towards the ocean once Phil had disappeared from his line of sight. He could hear some people move to follow Phil, not at all being as quiet as they had been. Maybe people knew more about them than Techno had previously thought.

He kept himself as relaxed as he could force himself as he walked. His skin was slowly becoming more impenetrable, a feeling that he never quite got used to despite the near a hundred years that he’d had the ability.

He lived near the ocean for nearly forty years, and he’d still never quite got used to it. Techno kept walking, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. A twig snapped behind him, and Techno kept walking. He heard the pull of a bow, which caused him to tilt his head.

He smirked as he turned and caught the flying arrow.

“You really thought that The Angel and I split ways for any other reason other than fighting?” Techno’s voice was even and monotone as he turned and faced the rather insultingly small group of hunters. The group consisted of six archers and four swordsmen.

It was insulting.

“Blade, you will die today.” The leader, who was on horseback, ignored Techno’s words. Techno raised an eyebrow, very clearly unimpressed.

“I’m insulted at how utterly small your group is.” Techno responded, and he could see some of the archers shift uneasily, and two of the swordsmen exchanged uncertain glances. There was chatter in the back of his head as the voices started getting excited. Techno didn’t normally hear them when he was around Philza.

Techno could only hope that Philza was able to pull him back from the edge before it was too late.

“Prepare for death.” Techno rolled his eyes this time, the leader was cocky and arrogant. Techno would be doing the world a justice by killing him. The leader dismounted his horse, drew his sword and chargedTechno without even communicating with his teammates. There were shouts from his archers that he didn’t listen to.

Techno never even drew his sword, simply stepping to the side and grabbing the arrogant leader's wrist and twisting his arm. He heard the bones in his arm break, and the leader cried out as his sword dropped.

Techno caught the hilt of the sword, annoyed by the treatment of the sword. There were numerous scratches on the blade and there were several dents and chips. The fact that anyone had let him use the blade was utterly baffling to Techno.

He swung the sword and the leader’s cries silenced as his head dropped to the ground.

“You all have six seconds to leave or you’ll meet the same fate.” Techno uttered, his head tilting dangerously. It was a lie, Techno would kill them regardless, but it was more fun to hunt them rather than have them come at him.

That is where he and Philza differed when fighting enemies. And it was the same reason that he needed Philza to pull him back from the edge.

The archers took the time to run, and Techno mused once again on why he thought archers were smarter than swordsmen. The swordsmen took a few seconds to debate their chances. They took a look at their fallen leader's head before turning and running.

They left their leader's horse, who seemed entirely unbothered as it wandered off to eat the grass nearby. Techno took a second to think about what would happen with the horse. He could take the saddle and everything off the horse and let the horse be free to wander and join a herd, or he could take the horse when he met back up with Philza.

His friend was old, and didn’t have the same stamina as Techno did. Techno had a feeling that the horse, with a little love and pampering for a while, could travel far and could carry Philza, who was much lighter than any adult male.

Techno let some of the voices join his control, making sure he had the majority of control, before chasing after the swordsmen first.

“Mate, you’re okay.” Philza assured as the two of them laid in a clearing, a different clearing than where Philza had been before. The horse that Techno had acquired was lazing about nearby, seemingly okay with having gotten a new owner.

Philza was touched that Techno would think about him when it came to traveling, because his wings would hurt in the sky after too long, and he did tire faster than Techno did.

“I nearly lost control,” Techno uttered, hiding his face in his arms as he laid on his stomach.

“But you didn’t. You pulled back.” Philza uttered, reaching over and patting his friend's shoulder. Techno made a pained noise, nearly flinching away from Philza’s hand. Philza frowned, knowing that his friend was most likely feeling self deprecating, and the voices, or what ones Techno could hear, probably weren’t helping much. “Tech, mate,”

“You shouldn’t have to constantly worry about keeping me under control though!” Techno exclaimed, his voice sounded louder than what Techno had probably meant it too, given the flinch as soon as Techno was done speaking. It was still muffled to Philza, though he’d heard his friend’s words. His hearing being sharper is probably what had his friend uneasy about raising his voice.

“Hey, mate,” Philza moved, laying on his stomach and crossing his arms under his head. He smiled slightly when Techno melted under his wing which was now resting over his friend’s back. “Forever and always, right? I’m not backing down now.” Philza told him. He smiled when Techno moved his head to face Philza. “You’re stuck with me, mate.”

“How can you look at me, knowing what I’ve done?” Techno uttered, and there was a sadness in Techno’s eyes. “How could you want me anywhere near your future kid, knowing how I struggle?”

“Because, we’re best friends.” Philza responded, “There’s no one I trust more, other than Kristin and myself.” Philza told him, smiling when Techno teared up slightly. It took a lot of emotion to get Techno moved to tears, even more for Techno’s breathing to be hitching with sobs as he moved to hide his face against his arms.

He understood, though.

Philza laid with Techno as the other released the emotions that had probably been building for weeks. His wing rested over the other and Philza closed his eyes to give his friend some semblance of privacy.

[eugecreator]

Hello hello everyone!

So, I was thinking about posting some of my art that I made and posted on other socials! I started to do it on Bluesky, so, since I made this account not so long ago, I'm gonna do it here as well :D

Aaaand I'm gonna start with a challenge I participated in July/August, which is the #philzapromtmonth made by Mercy_EU!

Here is week one of that challenge, the Duo/Group Week! Hope y'all enjoy! <3

[wolfsbane54]

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, QSMP | Quackity SMP, Dream SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kristin Rosales Watson/Phil Watson | Philza, Kristin Rosales Watson & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Phil Watson | Philza & Phil Watson | Philza's Chat Characters: Kristin Rosales Watson, Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot Additional Tags: Fantasy, Mystery, Curses, Witches, Angst, Goddess of Death Kristin Rosales Watson, Human Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings, Magic, Witch Curses, Witch Hunters, Temporary Character Death, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Witch Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Angel of Death Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Possessive Behavior, reverse adoption, Falling In Love, Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, backwards town, attempt at writing unfair witch trial, Dark Kristin Rosales Watson, Dark Magic, Dark Magic Ritual, Dark TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Dark Wilbur Soot, Dark Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Crows, Ancient magic, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Witch Kristin Rosales Watson, Fluff, Oblivious Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), False Accusations, Gaslighting Summary:

Phil is a traveler at heart. By the time he turned of age he was ready to explore the world and did. Along his travel he find a quaint town that and plans to stay to explore the land around this new place. He is warned on his first day to not bring out his potions and magical items that he has found along his journey. The longer he stays the more find clues of the history of the town, he starts to notice weird things. Like the three boys that seemed to scare the town with their mere presence. To the mysterious beautiful Lady that appears at night. And why are the towns people obsessed with burning crows? And Why is there always the lingering scent of something burning within the town? (Or Phil finds strange town that hasn’t caught up with the rest of the world, that hides a horrible secret and curse. He catches the attention of a powerful being and her chosen children. Will he survive the encounters? Or will he unwittingly find himself gifted with eternal life, and gain a family in the process.)

CHARACTERS NOT CC's. I DON'T CONDONE ACTIONS THAT CC's MIGHT HAVE DONE IRL.

[finnitesimal]

| the reaper, the angel

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[crochetstim]

q!phil “i’ve just been suppressing my murderous tendencies to not scare the kids”