#philza and wilbur

[lavenderstarsx]

HAPPY NOVEMBER 16TH 💥🧨

“𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒.”

[briarlovesclara]

The Clues of Tragedy as told by Philza Minecraft

ways to say i love you number 35: as a goodbye 💕(platonic)

this is a part of the 35 ways to say "i love you" writing collection. check out the rest!

PREVIEW/SYNOPSIS:

"At the present moment, noise is the ever-slowing drip of his son’s blood onto the ground as it sieves through Phil’s trembling fingers. If Phil had not been holding the body of his dead son, he would be thinking about all of this." (or, the cycle of tragedy as told by a man experiencing it himself for the first time)

content warnings: depictions of war and violence, blood, death/ corpse, grief

There is a rock on the ground that looks like a broken heart. This, if you are as old as he is, is the first clue of a tragedy. 

People always describe wars as large, sweeping events, numbers and heroes and bloodshed and tears. But when Phil remembers the wars he has fought, he remembers very little of those things. What he does remember: a child with only one shoe, trying to tie their shoelace for some semblance of normalcy; bakers handing out fire-resistant gloves to rescue workers, to help sort through charred rubble; a man tearfully volunteering his life’s worth of intricately woven blankets and scarves as burial shrouds. Right now, there are many small rocks shattered into frightful existence by the explosions, but only one of them looks like a broken heart.

There are still explosions echoing around in his ears as stray bits of gunpowder light below him. There are enough screams that poets might have called it a chorus, but he knows better. There is no poetry for screaming. Noise is another clue of a tragedy.

Sound never truly stops-- as true as it is that you will never hear true silence in nature, you will never hear true silence during destruction. After the first round of noise-- whether it be a single arrow whistling through the wind, a blade unsheathed, or a thump, those young enough to be naive will recall a vacuum of noise, the winds’ howls paused as the world collapses around them. But the winds do not stop for the end of the world, and those as weathered as Phil know that noise never truly stops. Noise is this: waves lapping at the shore of new rubble, groans of pain that no one remembers making, then the screams that they do; noise is reaction, and action, and inaction, and it is always making and being made, even when life ends. At the present moment, noise is the ever-slowing drip of his son’s blood onto the ground as it sieves through Phil’s trembling fingers. 

If Phil had not been holding the body of his dead son, he would be thinking about all of this. He was well versed in tragedy-- some civilizations even cited him as the birth of it. How ironic that he used to brush them off. Tragedy is inevitable, he would say to those who asked. I am simply passing by. But right now, for the first time in his life, he agreed. Tragedy was a cycle. A cycle that he was cradling in his arms, a cycle that he watched be born, take its first steps, write its first song. A tragedy that built mini-cities and tore them down, that smiled every time it saw a songbird, a tragedy who laughed when its father dropped its birthday cake instead of crying. A tragedy that was open windows and fresh breezes, and a serious look in its face as it learned how to play a song. Phil had never felt so ancient as he did, watching the cycle of a tragedy from birth to death, never felt more deserving of the title of God many had tried to conceive him as. This was a Godhood so human and tainted that he could never have imagined it, so innate that it was laughable he hadn’t seen it before. 

Grief, he thought, that is another clue of a tragedy.

His head whipped around as a new kind of explosion started, and the skies darkened as undead monsters grew their sinews out of soil and bone and soul. Silence never lasted in tragedy, nor was there any time for it. He gently set down the burned and torn thing that is-- was?-- his son, but not before kissing its head so folly it could have been a brush from one of his many feathers. 

“I love you.” He said before leaving, understanding at last the last clue of a tragedy.

A goodbye.

[morrowart]

DARLING GUESS WHOS BACK FROM JAILL 💥💥💥

I feel so free when I draw dsmp fanarts

I'm so glad to come back here sometimes

[killin-kel]

DREAM SMP FROZEN AU IN 2024?!! well, here you go!!

!no ships, only family dynamics!

[emupow]

phil has spoken up, and is in support of shelby.

reminder to support shelby. and do not push cc’s to make a response, it’ll come out in due time.

and to those who support wilbur, if his closest friends are supporting the victim, i think it is time you rethink and look into what others have said.

[temporarytemporal]

the gravity of you

[taigarrryen]

Re-upload of some of my sbi stuff from twitter. God, I miss them 💔

[theshinysnivy1]

Technoblade wrote fanfiction on the Hypixel forums.

Tommyinnit wrote a selfshipping TommyXTubbo fic and posted it to Wattpad (where it belongs).

When will Philza Minecraft write his own fanfic?

[accursed-worm]

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[hellothereimaloser]

Yeahhh 😭 can u guess why i love these dragon kids so much?

[jaidenmaybe]

[ladeldee]

I simultaneously look forward to and dread the possible interactions to come with Wilbur's return.

[bansq]

redraw of a comic i drew on with my finger on my phone in 2021. the redraw is, of course, also drawn with the same tools. drawing with phone hard, actually

here is the old one, i think its kind of charming in its own way? maybe???

[peeco]

Every sorry video is like one of those fever dreams

[killin-kel]

happy 16th of November everyone

[noxspost]

ghostbur, ghostza and Emily

both are the ghost forms of both Wilbur and Phil. With the exception that ghost song represents the broken fall of souls and how most villains are broken and hurt.

On the contrary ghostbur represents souls that say my pillows that seemed like villains but are not what I mean by that is simple like Wilbur techno tubbo dream they all are like what ghostbur represents with a little bit of that Wilbur wanted to destroy something that failed considering that the l'manberg was a lost cause.

but here's the but ghostbur doesn't want to be remembered by his past actions same how people who want to change do not like having their past being brought up every single time so the ghost of Wilbur constantly says I don't remember because he doesn't like to be reminded of what poor actions led him to his death well ghostza expresses it she accepts how he died.

he accepts it same how some villains accept that they're bad they accept their faults and their actions sometimes they change sometimes they don't but this also becomes more and more complicated with the addition of Emily the kelpie because Emily represents acceptance of the grieving process the ghost of Phil represents bargaining anger not denial because ghost of Wilbur soot represents that as well as depression and death.

Emily represents acceptance hence why she's always near the ghost of Phil and helps guide souls to the afterlife or to the in-between.