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[introvertedppl]

disclaimer: this can be interpreted as qpr / friendship. please do not tag as romantic.  ranboo design belongs to @aaxooli

[coreylemons]

Based on this post from @thislilfecker

Ironically I scribbled this at 4am :))

[dykesymmetry]

Philza Fics Masterpost

ok so it’s pretty much impossible to find any good phil-centric fics in the philza tags so decided to compile a bunch of my favorites! feel free to add on please add on i need more philza fics please i’m begging

Dual Blades - focuses on both phil and techno and their friendship, probably one of my favorite things i’ve ever read

starlit dragons - same author as dual blades, phil-centric, i’ve read this like five times and cried every time

Dandelion Seeds - redza my beloved, phil-centric, egg possession arc

a verb in perfect view - credit to the zablr discord for finding this one, post green festival, techno-centric but there’s a bunch of good phil moments

To Move Forward - boreal group, post-doomsday, there’s a chapter from each of their perspectives and the phil chapter is really good

to you I gift the end of things - written by kai an absolute legend, a whole ass series about techno and phil, zablr discord i owe you my life

Father’s Lament - focuses on phil and ghostbur, very sad, tommy’s mentioned in like one paragraph

lead me to death, to belonging - also phil and wilbur, very cool fic where phil’s chat is a murder of crows

Interlude I: “Promises to Keep” - takes place during antarctic empire, techno and phil centric, a lot of fluff to balance out the angst in all these other fics

Colder - dream smp with slight sbi au, mainly just phil grieving over wilbur, another really sad one

No Longer Deathless - less lore heavy than the other fics, phil-centric, takes place in dream smp but doesn’t really have to do with the plot it’s just phil angst

[kingdom-creatin]

Phil’s commentary while making the training room the other day really put me in the AE Boys mood, especially “I'm gonna put like markings on the ground where things got way too heated, and ... like the ground got like slashed open“

So:

Phil and Techno fighting full out together, but matched to the point that they tear up their training arena before tearing each other apart. I mean, they’re war buddies, with a bond tighter than anything else, forged in blood and battle.

So they fight all out until one eventually finds an in. And then you can get that moment after fighting/working out full force with someone where you both just lay on the floor, exhausted to helI.

And they can just talk about strategy and where they went wrong, like: "Yeah when you did ___ I should have ___” "uh huh, but I could have also ___, but you would have probably ___"

Cause they've spent so long together, so long training together, so much time studying each other and knowing each other's thought process inside and out that they can fight practically endlessly until one of them makes a single tiny slip up that gives the other an edge.

I just imagine this scenario:

Ranboo is looking for Phil, needing some help with enchants, and hears noise from below the base. So he heads down this massive ladder, and once he passes into the open area, he just sees these two people who he's both friends with and also still reasonably terrified of, going head to head in the most vicious duel he's seen. They've spilled blood across the training grounds, torn up the lose edges of their clothes, and they’re leaving some rubble and debris around them as they dive around the room. And Ranboo is just hanging onto the top of the ladder watching them duke it out in pure awe.

After what feels like hours, Phil does something, Ranboo can't tell what, but it makes Phil's brow furrow and Techno's smirk feels just a bit sharper, and soon enough Phil has been launched into the ground, legs pinned by Techno's own, sword lost to the side, and Techno's got one hand pinning his right arm down along with his remaining wing and the other holding his sword to Phil's throat. 

"Yield?" with a wry brow, a sharp toothy smile 

"Yield" with an eye roll

And then Techno's sword has been sheathed and he's standing, offering a hand to Phil, who just uses it to tug Techno forcefully back to the ground, laying out on the wing he previously had pinned.

Ranboo watches as they both laugh, Techno looking freer than he's ever seen him, both their hands gesturing around, shaking shoulders brushing together, and he climbs back up the ladder, deciding that his enchantments can wait for another time.

(If you liked this and want some more AE boys being soft, little Phil whump with Techno care right here!: Phil has been suffering...)

[patchpuppe]

"ranboo sneaks into techno’s house one night. he opens the front door and techno’s sitting with his leg on the kitchen table (a portion of his leg hair shaved off) and phil has a needle hovered over his calf. ranboo stares at them shockedly before turning around and going home."

"c techno’s tattoos would either be deeply meaningful or they would be done at 3am by candelight when he suddenly became overwhelmed with love for his friends and thought "i need to tattoo an emerald onto my flesh right now or i will Die"

"c techno: ranboo remember the time you gave my a new axe and i acted like it meant nothing to me? yeah so it actually meant the world to me and now have your name tattooed onto my forearm for all of eternity"

[radioactive-mouse]

sam, phil and ranboo’s “negotiation” is proof that both techno AND ranboo are just ready to go fucking rabid the second anyone even looks in phil’s direction

[randompasserbyer]

Day 5: Trio! Late to uploading it but I just didn’t have the spoons last night.

[captainnnight]

boreal boys let’s go

[npcmoon]

All the boreal bois together :] Techno and Philza designs influenced by @/carrot_sprouts on Twitter!

[birdnt]

petition for dsmp!ranboo to take on traits from osmp!ranboo e.g. being scared of, upset by or blind to pumpkins REBLOG TO SIGN

“local dad pranks adopted ender son”

[anastoundingmango]

the Arctic boys but make it a 90s sitcom

[starsoflyra]

The kids are doing their scavenger hunts a bit differently these days

[Image ID: A digital painting depicting the wreckage following c!Ranboo’s breakdown on the 15th, where he dug up his yard and discovered the Cat disc hidden in a buried chest. Philza gazes over the snow-strewn lawn at Ranboo’s shack and the messy hole in front of it. 

The second slide is a close up of the shack, a simple wooden structure built into the cliff face behind it. Within its fenced perimeter can be seen a crafting table, a furnace, a chest, a bed, and several lanterns. To the left is a small wheat farm, where the water pours out of its shallow trough and into the pit. To the right of his shack is a large printed map of the area blowing in the slight Antarctic breeze. Behind it lies Ranbun’s enclosure and rabbit hutch. Ranbirb, a blue and gold macaw, perches on one of the fence posts.

The third slide is a close up of Philza from the shoulders up. His back is facing the “camera”. He is wearing a dark green/black cloak on top of a green robe, the collar of which is just peeking out over the cloak’s folds, and has donned his signature green and white bucket hat. Wind-blown strands of his blond hair flow out from under its brim. 

The fourth and fifth slides are screenshots from around the 32 and 33 minute mark of Ranboo’s “Confrontation” stream from 1/15/21, used as reference, featuring some of the hilarious donos his audience continuously supplies.]

[lurking-in-asphodel-fields]

head canon time because I need to vent so therefore technoblade gets angry:

It’s stupid. It’s so stupid and he’s up at three a.m. after yet another nightmare and he doesn’t want to fall asleep again. the piglin looks at his bed, at his cloak that he was using as a blanket and thinks, fuck it, I can’t feel cold anyways. and heads downstairs. Edward is sleeping in the boat and he thinks for a second that it’s way too late or early to be doing this but a shadow of the dream creeps into his thoughts and he clenches his fists again. 

Steve is by the door. it probably just snowed outside but it’s only a thin layer and he barely feels it in his hooves. the polar bear looks at him with those black eyes of his and he knows that he knows. it’s another one of those nights. so they do what they always do.

With no armor, in a tank top and boxers, technoblade runs charging at the white bear who meets him with a roar. anyone who doesn’t know them would think that it’s dangerous, but you wouldn’t know for who it would be. Philza is up by this point, and he knows this. He knows this ritual of this and he doesn’t worry, and he perches outside the window on top of the soft snow and smiles a soft smile and waits. and watches. 

the two grapple. technoblade is screaming unintelligbly. Steve doesn’t understand what he’s saying but he knows this anger. he knows this three am routine. 

to any outside eye this is a real fight. but to the voices, they know that it’s not. they urge him on because they know that repressing the anger only makes it worse and he’ll go back to killing and it’s safer this way. so they chant, blood, blood, blood, blood. And they know that he will know that they don’t really want blood. but it eggs him on and that’s what they want. 

minutes pass. neither is winning. to a trained eye, the two both have plenty of oppurtunities to win, but it isn’t time to win yet. right now it’s only a fight and this fight lasts for fifteen minutes. then thirty. Steve knows, not yet, not yet.

technoblade sees his dream again. he feels the helplessness of that day and he hears the fireworks and the shouts and he feels the eyes of everyone and no one. he starts crying. the tears burn his cheeks. his attacks become reckless and unpredictable. he punches and he hears, again

blood

blood

blood 

blood

the memories flood him and he collapses, Steve on top of him. he’s sobbing and angry and fights the bear but he doesn’t mean it and the bear doesn’t mean it and they know. and he stops fighting. lets himself be embraced. lets himself be buried in the mound of white fur that’s warm against the snow, that comforts instead of burns, and his breathing slows again. his heartbeat decelerates and turns instead to a sow drum that beats,

thump

thump

thump

all the way till they get up, weary and worn;

thump..

thump..

thump..

and now there’s not a feeling of dread in his chest and he ruffles the bear’s fur with a smile he doesn’t mean and yet does. his top is wet and probably ripped but he can sow and he can mend it. Philza’s downstairs now. The doors open for him. He can sense what mood it Is, exactly how to respond. today it’s comforting silence but sometimes its nonsensical chatter to distract from thoughts and sometimes its a hug but now it’s just a warm mug of cocoa and the wait until the dawn comes.

and technoblade knows he’s not alone this time. that this time he’s got friends and someone who would stick by him and explain the rules again and again and act tired of it but never mean it. and he has someone, someones, who care and who wave at him and share jokes and secrets and plans. 

an hour or so later, Ranboo comes in. he also knows this mood. he’s been there sometimes, when he has restless nights too but today his dreams were calm and so he’s here now. he brings bread and salmon for Steve and the three laugh as the bear jumps.

the air is peaceful now. outside, the snow has been tossed about from the fight that now seems like years ago and the sun is rising. icicles melt from the edge of the roof,

drip

drip

drip

and inside, three friends rejoice the fact that they have each other and always will. 

[vv0lta]

Another doodle!! Because I can’t help myself!! Steve’s poor cousin got trapped by the evil ender boy /j

[patchpuppe]

new au: c ranboo applies to be a waiter at a restaurant in the city. it pays well, it’s quiet and his bosses are really nice !! what he doesn’t realise is that the restaurant is a mafia front and his bosses—c techno and c phil—are crime lords

ranboo: yknow, techno, you’ve been so nice to me while i’ve worked here. i almost feel like you’re… not quite a father or brother…

techno, completely deadpan: like a godfather? ranboo: yeah !! you’re like a godfather to me <3

[waywardnajsepticeye]

Techno: AW FRIENDOS IT'S ME THE PATERAL FELLOW THAT OFTEN PROVIDES THE COMIC RELIEF AND IS THE SOFTEST CREATURE.

Phil: So...like that's not suspicious at all?

Ranboo: For the personification of lying, you'd think he'd be better at it.