#fit gives me the vibes of carefully closing the album of pictures & holding it together with Phil

[found-wings]

you ever think that sometimes code phil will be hanging out with his friends such as fit, etoiles, tubbo ect and as the rest talk he just silently flips through photos and (hopefully) someone notices how he just starts trembling because why why why doesn't he remember taking some of these ? big events he can remember vaguely- how it felt to be there and certain people's actions, but these random photos he took of his friends and family while out doing a random quest or basic exploration are all just Gone. he knows why his memories of the federations fixings are gone but can't understand why everything else seems to be fleeting too. (he's my fav so unfortunate he needs to suffer) - 💿

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA you’re not wrong I have thought of it but reading it from someone else makes it actually hit JAJAJJA

Looking at pictures it feels like his entire memories are slowly fading away from him, so close and yet too far away to properly grasp & keep to himself

Imagine while looking at the pictures, Phil starts tracing certain people, things, etc. in them attempting to ignore the way his hands are so hard to keep still and compares them to the people around him, or what he is able to see. Attempting to piece things together & think about how it must’ve felt like, but it feels so.. out of place.

I wouldn‘t be surprised if Phil is torn between wanting to take more pictures and make another collection in an attempt at remembering the memories he has lost and is still losing, while also being too scared of doing so because what if those new memories fade too? What if they also get taken away from him, leaving him with nothing but pictures he‘s not even sure if he took them or not, despite everything pointing towards it

[marshunter06]

I’ve finally decided. Day 7: Comfort Item for duncney please and thank you! <3

Ask and you shall receive 💜

Comfortember Day 7: Comfort Item

Prompts from @comfortember

It sits at the back of the drawer, hidden away from view. She almost forgets about it. Almost. Until she goes into a rampage trying to find her grandmother’s brooch she swears she kept in her jewelry box, but she cannot for the life of her find it anywhere!

Flipping her entire apartment upside down, she turns to her nightstand. It can’t be in there can it? She doesn’t keep anything important there, but she’s looked everywhere else. She may as well look just to have some peace of mind.

Top drawer is a bust, extra pajamas she couldn’t bare to part with, a blanket Cate knitted for her when she was in her old grandma stage, and some old pictures she needs to put into her photo albums.

The bottom drawer isn’t any better, knickknacks that she couldn’t get herself to throw away, along with all of her certificates from all her years of school. Perfect attendance? Every year, but does she really need to hold onto the faded pieces of paper? Probably not. Pulling them all out, her hand hits the back of the drawer, feeling an oddly shaped item. She has no idea what this could be, grabbing the wooden trinket, she pauses before she fully takes it out of the drawer. She remembers.

Keeping her hand over it, covering the wooden skull she should’ve thrown out long ago, she sits on the floor of her bedroom. She should put it back… no, she should put it in the garbage where it belongs! The thought vanishes as soon as she thinks it.

With shaking hands, she firmly grasps the item in her palm, bringing it into the light. She cannot help but smile, it’s still in good shape. Sure there are a couple of minor dents, but it’s in one piece. Turning it over she sees that the carving is still intact: D+C

Waves of bittersweet memories comes with the utterance of his name on her tongue. “Duncan.” She hates to admit it, but there’s a reason why she never threw away the wooden carving despite it going against her aesthetic. Not to mention the pain associated with the person who gifted it to her in the first place.

Through all of their breakups, she was able to let everything go. Delete all of their pictures, burn his clothes, stay far away from his home town. Every single trace that tied them together, she got rid of all of it, except for this wooden skull. Every time she would try, she would immediately talk herself out of it. She doesn’t quite understand why, but somehow this weird little token from the island became her comfort item. She remembers being stressed out of her mind, late nights pulling deadlines, dealing with online ridicule, skipping meals and locking herself away. It always leads to her reaching for this stupid little skull, and somehow it would make everything better, give her the strength to keep going. Almost as if he was the one telling her he’s still thinking about her, still rooting for her.

Closing her fist around the item, she carefully places it on top of her nightstand as she begins cleaning up the mess she made. She leaves it sitting there as she goes through the rest of her apartment with a new goal of putting everything back into its rightful place.

…

“Hey, you’re pretty good at that. Do you take requests?”

“Sure, anything but skulls.”

“Really? I would think that would be the first thing you learned to carve. It fits with your vibe.”

“You’re right, but I don’t make them anymore. I made a few when I was starting out, but I doubt any of them still exist. Probably crushed to bits at the junkyard.”

“Nah, I’m sure someone out there still has one. How long does it take you to make one of those things? Am I gonna get it before you leave for LA?”

“I’ll make sure to speed rush this one, Boss.”

“Thanks, Duncan. I still don’t know why you want to go to the States.”

“I don’t really know either. It just seems right. There’s something calling for me out there.”

“Someone maybe? Ya got a girl?”

“Nah, you know me. Can’t be tied down, but maybe I’ll meet someone out there.”

A/N: I know I could’ve made this way fluffier but I was still thinking within the realm of my comfortember verse, so this happened. I promise next thing I write for you duncney wise will be way cuter. But I also know you love ambiguous endings like this. Love you C 💕