#Help I trying to draw Philza

[moltengoldveins]

hi yes someone give me a cold execution plz I have committed the Ultimate Sin (trying to draw irl persons face while faceblind)

[nomsfaultau]

au where Philza is a struggling single Dad and his work friend Techno swings by to help one day w moving a fridge or smth. Techno has zero (0) experience with kids and so when meeting Tommy for the first time he tries to win him over with flattery. Specifically: ‘these crayon drawings are so good for a four year old your dad must be proud’.

Murder instantly in Tommy’s eyes. He is *nine.* (Techno mixed up age and grade level have mercy he’s never interacted with a child.) Tommy immediately starts cussing him out and Techno is just like. Blink blink. “Wow Phil I didn’t know they could talk at that age good job.”

Tommy fully chooses violence that day. The moment Dad's back is turned he is an actual devil. But Techno has no standards, he’s willing to beef with a baby. Just, not in a way that means he has to have a chat with HR. And so commences a secret war behind Phil's back.

Wilbur falls into a Candace roll where he’s trying to prove to his dad that this wacko coworker is unstable and unsafe (and what if you stop paying attention to us you already spend so much time at work with him make him leave). “DAAAAAD Tommy and Techno tried to blow each other up agaiiiiin!” But the proof vanishes every time.

Philza is completely aware, but he’s 80% sure this is how they’re bonding. But the other 20% is hospital bill and he cannot afford that right now.

[charkie-ee]

team bolas rojas gas masks designs??

in THIS day and age?????

it may be more likely than you think..

this was my first time drawing a series of different gas masks, no idea if they’re accurate at all, but it was really fun!!

**notes & closeups under the cut :-D**

it’s a lot of notes so be prepared for an info dump.

NOTES:

Philza: honestly, what more is there to say than “CROW MAN!!”? aside from his goggles being glow-in-the-dark, theres not much more to the mask design. however, i decided, “hey! this is purgatory! i can fuck up these characters!” so, he has a ripped ear(?)wing and messily cut back hair. (i didn’t pay too much attention to the hair in this design, i was mainly trying to get the gas masks down, but maybe i’ll go further into later.)

Cellbit: this is definitely one of my favorites, he looks pretty scary, i would NOT stop my car if i saw him on the side of the road. its based off of a cat mask(obviously) and a painted white streak goes through his mask, inspired by his hair. i didn’t include it, but circles in the goggles are supposed to retract with different emotions (kind of how cat’s eyes do, saucer and dagger pupils.) he’s also covered in blood because he’s going through it lore wise.

Slimecicle: ngl, it was my first time drawing code charlie(other than all the wips i have that i’ll never finish),but i think he’s pretty spooky. his mask is the worst quality, like it USED to work well until he wore it out. thus, there are broken air tubes that let the gas in. (he should probably get those replaced.) the holes for his horns are kind of like an airlock, so the gas can’t enter through them (phil helped him make it.) however, it makes it difficult to take off.

Baghera: baghera’s mask is kind of built like charlie’s, except in much better quality. aside from the loose air tubes, the mask almost goes all the way around her head, not letting even the slightest bit of gas in. theres also a plastic duck beak on top of the regular breathy-thing(i have no idea what i’m doing, so, no, i don’t know the technical term for that) to give it the “bird touch.”

Jaiden: jaiden’s mask was FUN. like i kinda went overboard. i did these all on different days, and this was the night after the big egg battle day. i saw she had fnaf bonnie ears along with her bird gas mask, and said “ok cool. i’ll add that.” she has the same feather/beak thing i gave to baghera. also, hair-wise, she gets a hair bun and her brown roots showing through(we love messy haired cubitos ^^)

Foolish: foolish was interesting, not sure i like the final product, but i’m tired, so it’ll do. his mask is based off of a lemon shark. he gas glowing green eyes and golden splotches on the leather. the air tube foolish has is REALLY long. like unnaturally long. so he wraps it around his neck to get it out of the way. the other members are extremely concerned it’ll choke him one day, but foolish thinks it’s cool and will scare other teams away. kind of like a “yea, i’m crazy, i could choke and die at any minute, and i don’t care.” phil, being the protective father figure of the group, does not like this at all.

Carre: and finally, we have carre. ah, sweet, sweet carre.(he is my favorite.) his mask is based off of a snow leopard because i hc he’s half feline. carre has the lightest, and most simple mask, since it’s entirely plastic, and more so based off of skiing or snowboarding goggles.

ANYWAY, i hope these notes make sense, excuse my rambling about silly designs, i tend to doodle messily, and not really have a plan when i draw, lol.

thanks for reading, BYE!

[ripplingcurrent]

In my fic it’s referenced that Techno has an Art of War book. This takes place in between “Not a hero, but a good man” and “Wilbur’s Guide to retiring wjth Style. This is how he gets that book

Philza hasn’t had the boys for very long before he realizes he’s tread far out of his league.

Technoblade implodes day after day. There is constant destruction in his small apartment. Bed sheets are ripped from thrashing in the night. Little hands claw into fabric and pull, accidentally tearing it in attempts to ground himself. Then it becomes a challenge of finding a distraught child too afraid of himself to even show his face.

Wilbur is louder with his distress. He swears and kicks and bites when Phil tries to wrestle him into the bath. He spits out the food he doesn’t like and refuses to try to use the silverware he’s supplied; it’s plastic, all his cutlery and dishes have become plastic to render it less breakable or likely to become a weapon.

Somehow, Wilbur’s outbursts prove more challenging than Technoblade’s implosions. Phil hasn’t shown his face in public for weeks, and any and all heists and work have stalled to a hard stop. Worst are the days when the house is silent because both boys have crammed themselves in a closet again and have fallen asleep. It was cute, at first. The first time he found them, they were tucked up together, holding hands and deeply asleep. A bit of drool had even fallen from Wilbur’s mouth. He’d smiled and snapped a picture on his phone.

It was less cute when he found out why they were there.

“The house is too big,” Techno had stated as he picked at his broccoli.

Already, Phil regretted asking why the boys were in the closet. His flat was small, just a bedroom, a joint kitchen and a living room. It was hardly big, but he knew compared to their cell it must have felt insurmountably large.

“Oh?” he feigns, trying to lure the boy to say more.

Phil’s eyes flicker up to Wilbur. Wilbur, meanwhile, simply sits and glares at the broccoli on his plate. He’d very quickly decided he didn’t like it.

“He said your house is too big. I agree with him.” Wilbur answers, curt and with no little amount of frustration.

Phil’s plastic fork clicks as he puts it down against the table. His knuckle drags against a small set of claw marks in the wood. Fingers move to pinch the bridge of his nose between his eyes. There’s the hollow look of an exasperated new parent there.

“Yes. I heard him, mate.”

“Then why’d you’d make that noise?” Wilbur says accusingly.

Phil can’t help but scoff, his own frustration brewing. It’s tiring being constantly looked at as if he’s the devil incarnate.

“Wilbur-“ he says, then cuts off at his own tone. It’s getting to that sharp tone Wilbur seems to always draw out of him. He takes a soft inhale in through his nose, as if about to strike with his katana. Then he exhales and softens his voice.

“I was encouraging him to elaborate.”

“Oh.”

Quiet falls over the room. Phil takes the time to eat the food off his green, plastic plate. Wilbur prods at his food more, smushing the broccoli under his fork. Technoblade eats near silently.

“The house is too big,” Wilbur finally elaborates. “The closet feels more like the cell. Dark and small.”

Those words cause a spear to ram into Phil’s chest, breaking ribs to directly penetrate his heart. He doesn’t want any bit of his home to remind them of their cell. Just the thought makes him want to unscrew every closet door off its hinges. His own nails bite into the table, mirroring the smaller marks. He forces his shoulders to relax.

The boys are finding comfort in the familiarity. But it’s the final straw. He needs more guidance on how to raise them.

-

They go to a bookstore the next day. It’s the first time the three of them have left the house together, and all are wary. Wilbur’s small hand clutches at Techno’s as if guiding a toddler across the street. They all wear baseball caps. The boys to hide their choppy hair cuts and Philza because it makes him feel less noticeable. His wings certainly do not help with the matter of being recognized as the Angel of Death.

Nonetheless, they make it to the bookstore relatively quietly. No one stops them, people seeming to overlook the wings in lieu of looking at the two children with him. One lady even bore a smile as her eyes flicked over the three. It was an odd sensation and not one particularly familiar to him. He’s simply glad to step over the threshold of the door, and into the dimly lit store.

Books are stacked high on every corner. It’s a new and used book store, though far more used than shiny and new. A piano sits heavily in one corner, weighed down by dictionaries and atlases. Dust coats the very top shelves and there’s at least one cat perched in a corner on a bookshelf.

Phil immediately feels more at ease as the door rings cheerily and clinks shut behind them. His own grip on Wilbur’s hand releases.

“Go take a look around. See if there’s any books that catch your eye,” he murmurs, soft enough that only the boys hear.

Wilbur immediately heads towards the piano, dragging Techno along behind him. Boys out of ear shot, he approached the front desk where an old man sits in a wheely chair

“Hello,” Phil says, using his best polite tone. A hesitantly smile stretches his lips.

“Do you happen to have any parenting books? Particularly for adopted or fostering troubled youth?”

—

Techno wishes they were back home. Wilbur is easily distracted by the piano, plinking away at keys and then moving on to the atlases pointing out all the places in the world. Techno frankly finds it all a little overwhelming. There’s motion in the corner of his eye; a cat, he’d learned, and it unsettles him every time it scuttles by. His feet itch to keep walking - to walk and walk and walk until they were back home and could climb once more into the closet. He doesn’t like the dimness of the room, nor does he like the crowded labyrinth of books stacked as tall as he.

The Voices don’t seem to like it much either. They call for bloodshed and battle, to rip and tear and hurt the little old man Philza is talking to.

He can’t sit still like Wilbur, who is contentedly looking at maps. Instead his feet wander, driven by the Voices that pound in his skull.

The books have been stacked around bookshelves, braced up against them to prevent them from falling over, and because of this substantially narrow the walking space. He takes care not to bump or knock over any, instead treating it like an exercise of avoiding an enemy. However he quickly discovers the pathing is a loop, and once he does, his attention on his task wavers. It’s become too easily.

He casts a look back at Wilbur. For once the boy seems content, his legs kicking as he lays belly down on the ground in the little piano nook. Neither of them can read more than three letter words, but the map books are riveting to Wilbur. Technoblade thinks it’s the pictures of different places, all things that seem so much like make believe, that draw Wilbur in. It’s ironically the same thing that pushes him away.

The world is big and scary already, with far too many people to fight. He doesn’t want to learn about how it’s bigger than he thought.

Eventually, his fingers fall onto the books. His nails are newly trimmed, curtesy of Phil this morning. He’s still undecided if he likes it, but for now it’s tolerable. He does like that they don’t get in the way of him touching the spines of the books. He enjoys the feel of the spines under his fingertips, particularly of the older books. When he presses his nose against one of them, there’s an old musty smell that tickles his brain. He thinks he likes it. He tries it with the others. They all have that distinct smell.

Interest drawn to the books, his eye catches on a flicker of dull gold amongst the stacks. A frown tugs at his face and he works his lip between small tusk and tooth. His fingers itch for it. As if under a spell he takes a step forward. Then another. His hands fasten on the book’s page ends, which from the side and closed, looks to be a sea of gold. It’s only when he flips through the pages that he finds that it’s simply the edges that are gold, not the entirety of the page. Slight disappointment follows, but it’s quickly forgotten as he notes scribbles inside the pages.

They’re a different style and colours to the uniformly printed letters of the page. Everything is blurry, but shoved in corners and along margins are little notes someone has neatly scrawled in. He can’t yet read, but he sees a lot of the squiggly lines that Phil explained are for questions. He frowns and presses his nose deeper into the crack of the book. He inhales deeply. It smells old as well, but there’s something there that’s different to the other books.

The Voices purr in his mind. His hands tighten on the book and legs shift to kneel down. Hesitantly, it’s placed on the floor to be examined more thoroughly. The cover is turned over, and his fingers trace over the red lettering indented into it. The Voices soften and murmur, for once gentling as he runs his hands over the cover.

He recognizes some of the letters. A “T” like Techno and “W” like in Wilbur. However, stringing them into the words, even these small ones, is more than he can accomplish. Instead he runs his fingers over the lettering, brain empty and calm.

He doesn’t recognize the book. But the Voices seem to, and they bubble with hushed excitement.

“Boys, it’s time to go,” Phil’s voice calls out over the bookshelves.

He can hear Wilbur groan from another aisle over. Hesitantly, Technoblade stands, book still at his feet. He moves to take a step away. Then his hands twitch, the Voices tugging them back to the book. He carefully picks it up, hugs it to his chest, and maneuvers around the shelves back to Phil’s side.

The old man at the desk has crinkly eyes and shiny white teeth. They look wrong and when the man’s face widens into a smile, the gums attached look to mismatch the rest of his mouth.

“Oh. That one is too advanced for you,” he chuckles, eyes sweeping over the cover. “Don’t you want to find something more your level?”

In response Techno’s grip tightens on the book tucked to his chest. He feels his ears do the barest twitch downwards even as he nods, face otherwise impassive. The chattering in his mind raises in volume, but he moves to obediently put the book down.

A hand on his shoulder stops him, just as he moves to turn away. It’s Phil, who smiles down at him gently. His hair swishes softly as the man takes to one knee.

“Hey, do you like that one, mate?”

Techno nods. He does. It holds familiarity to the Voices.

“Smells good. And it’s pretty,” he says, pointing to the red lettering and gold page edges.

“Do you know what it’s about?”

Technoblade shakes his head. Truth be told he picked it because the Voices drew him to it.

Phil holds out a hand for the book. Techno’s ears droop further as he hands it over. But instead of putting it away like he assumed Phil would, the man flips it over and gently traces his calloused fingers under the words.

“The-Art-of-War,” he reads out, pausing for each word. A smile flickers over his face. “It’s a good book. Old, old, old, and perhaps a bit outdated but people still praise it. Would you like it?”

Techno’s eyes shift to the storekeeper, who watches with a bemused smile. Then they flick back to the man in front of him. Blond hair peeks out from under his baseball cap, and frames light skin. Crow’s feet nestle in the corners of blue eyes.

Phil’s face is genuine, if a little amused.

“But I can’t read it.”

“That doesn’t matter. You’ll be able to one day.”

Techno stays silent. Phil gently pushes the book back into his hands.

“If it makes you feel good, we can get it. I don’t care if you never end up reading it. If holding and smelling it is enough to make you happy, then it’s yours.”

“Mine,” he breathes in disbelief. “Just for me?”

“Just for you, mate.” Phil drops his voice to a whisper. His eyes flick to the storekeeper who has moved on from the conversation to ring up Phil’s pile of books. Then he winks.

“I promise. And the Angel always keeps his word.”

Phil nods to add the book to his own stack of books on the counter. Hesitantly, Techno does as told. A sticker is tugged off the corner, and then it’s handed back to him by the shopkeeper.

His mind sings as it makes contact with his chest. The weight feels a little like one of Phil’s tight but oh so careful hugs. A smile brushes across his face as he watches Phil heave up his own stack of books. Wilbur’s bony body presses against his back in a grounding touch.

Techno smiles, fingers tracing over the cover once more. He doesn’t have much besides his brother and Phil, but now he has a treasure. And the treasure is all his.

[bagely]

Hide and seek

Missa entered the room with a relaxed expression, holding a glass of fresh juice in his hand. "I brought you juice," he said with a soft smile.

Philza startled slightly at the sound of his voice, turning to him with a nervous look. "Oh… I'm… uh- already drank," she replied, hiding something behind his back.

Missa frowned, confused at his strange behavior. "You told me a second ago that you were thirsty," he questioned him.

"I'm not anymore," Philza insisted, averting her gaze.

Missa sighed and walked over to him. "Come on, drink it. Me and Chay did," he said in a soft tone, extending the glass towards him.

Philza hesitated for a moment before nodding. "How cute, set it aside for me… I'm going to drink it now," he spoke, trying to sound casual.

Missa narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. "I want to see you take it," he replied firmly.

Philza exhaled slowly. "Well…" He picked up the glass and drank all the juice in one gulp, keeping the object hidden behind him. Then, with the empty glass still in his hand, she smiled at him. "Happy?"

Suddenly, Missa approached him, though Philza tried to romp and avoid him he couldn't help it when Missa planted a passionate kiss on him, taking him by surprise. Philza surrendered to the kiss, closing his eyes and letting himself be enveloped by the warmth of Missa's lips. Missa wrapped her arm around his waist, pulling him closer to him. Then, with his other hand, he grasped his wrist firmly and stretched it forward, revealing what he hid.

It was a T-shirt with Missa's face printed on it. An awkward silence settled in the room.

Missa blinked, confused. "Uhm… Is that me?" he finally asked, looking at the t-shirt.

Philza blushed, embarrassed. "No. Yes. Is- Did you actually kiss me just to do that?" he replied frustrated.

"I was curious," Missa admitted with a little smile.

"You could have just asked," Philza pointed out, regaining his composure.

Missa shrugged. "You weren't going to answer me. Why does my face have that shirt on it?" he asked directly.

Philza opened his mouth to answer, but then pretended to hear something. Philza hurried toward the door. "It's… uhm- did you hear that? Lullah calls me," he lied awkwardly.

Missa raised an eyebrow, amused. "Maybe.. it's for a fan club?" he teased with a mischievous grin. He stepped ahead of Philza by cornering him against the door. "Is for the band? When are you going to use it? Can you use it now? Please, please."

"I'm going to burn it."Philza said drawing a 'What??' immediately from Missa's mouth. She used that distraction to run out of the room. "I'm leaving, they're calling me,"

[bitterestlemonboy]

I have so many thoughts about team bolas guys I love them so much, I honestly don't think I could watch any other team's POV right now

Like Philza getting on a bit earlier to gather resources and saying he wasn't going to engage with the other teams at all while he was alone, even in chat, and trying to not draw any attention to himself

Once more of them got online, they all started helping each other out with their individual tasks to make sure they all got done They're always hyping each other up and motivating each other

They focused more on just building, gathering resources, and relocating their base throughout the day. Waiting until the last ten minutes to turn in all of the global tasks for the day so that the cooldown prevents the other teams from being able to reclaim them is honestly so smart, they're focusing on strategy over combat since pvp isn't their strong suit and the other teams have much better gear than them (Phil clutching a 1v2 with Bad and Pierre when they showed up at red team's spawn was sick as hell though)

They even had the chance to third-party a fight between the green/blue teams and chose not to because it was unnecessary and they wanted to prioritize the safety of their team members over getting kills

Red team has the best communication and coordination out of all the teams They even admitted that if the other teams actually coordinated their time and strategies well that they could crush them

People are making jokes about how they won through the power of friendship but that is genuinely it. They've made such a comeback since day 1 because they don't start the day sweating and trying to win by any means possible, they go into this with just trying to have as much fun as they can in this brutal purgatory, and if they have a chance to win along the way then so be it, and if not then they know they at least have each other to fall back on no matter what. --- And also I just want to remind everyone that this is all just a silly block game! This is all just for fun and entertainment! They're all still friends at the end of the day, and if any of them genuinely had a problem with the other teams then that would be THEIR responsibility to discuss and resolve among themselves, not any of ours. So don't be sending hate to CCs or anyone else over this event :]

[blazesartbloglmao]

"Tell me about it"

“Tell me about it,” Techno says later that night, when the fire is low but not quite out and Philza has gone to bed early.

Techno had been reading from one of his many books, hooves delicately turning yellowed pages. Tommy sat with a blanket thrown over his lap, furiously typing messages to Tubbo and Ranboo. They were snowed in at Snowchester, and Michael apparently thought it was some kind of miracle of sorts because Ranboo had been forced to stay in the house a lot with him.

“Tell you about what?” Tommy asks, looking up from his battered communicator. He frowns. “Exile?”

“No. Tell me about your home. L’manberg. Tell me about when it was good.”

Tommy scowls, then softens his face out and raises an eyebrow, casting an odd look in Techno’s direction. Two parts suspicion, one part confusion. “Why?”

“Because it was important to you,” Techno says simply. “I won’t get it, but I’d like to hear about it. All I heard about was a dictator who threw the founders out of the land and all I saw was a Butcher Army on my front lawn. So tell me about it. Tell me about before.”

A nervous sort of energy has entered Tommy’s chest now. He’s not sure why it’s there, only that it feels a bit like a worm has found it’s way from his stomach to his lungs and is now furiously doing the macarena as best as it’s wriggly little body can, even though it has no hands or feet.

It’s also that he’s never tried to explain L’manberg to anyone. Either you were there or you weren’t. Tubbo always got it. Eret certainly did, when they chatted over their fabric projects. Fundy didn’t like to talk about it, but he had brightened when he saw the friendship bracelet Tommy had hung onto. And Wilbur? Wilbur built the damn thing. Even if he refuses to talk about it. Ever.

He knows Tubbo had tried to tell Ranboo about it, the good bits so Ranboo could maybe understand a bit more. Like the time they’d climbed all the trees surrounding the van to try and find the one with grapes in them and then had subsequently pissed off a stray cat that was living in the area. Or when Tommy had sung to the plants in the rain, carefully tending his old carrot patch the way he now tends his small wheat farm and the flowers that dot his front lawn. He suspects Eret has done something similar with Foolish. The golden-skinned totem always has a habit these days of knowing about certain events that played out, though he speaks as if he read it somewhere, not that he’d experienced it.

But Tommy’s never had that practice. Perhaps if he had—like Tubbo, like Eret—he would’ve known exactly what to say to get Techno to understand better. To get him to at least like the idea it had been at first, before the bitter end it’d faced.

He summons all his memories he has of his home, days spent in sunlight; picking berries and petting wild cows. Looking for mischief with Tubbo. Helping Eret with chores. Playing with Fundy and teaching him how to scam. Learning all of Wilbur’s tricks—from the best ways to brew potions to how to confuse the people he was scamming—and soaking up his brother’s praise when he gave it, collecting each soft smile the older man had offered, each ruffle of his hair.

so im a day late but in my defense, i was busy feeling like i was close to death and it only occurred to me later at night yesterday that i could draw something from my own damn fic instead of scrambling to find something in my tired little brain. that's why we're here now lmao.

i wrote a fic back in 2021 about c!tommy and c!technoblade coming together to discuss their differences and try to mend their relationship. because, as i put it succinctly at the time in my partner in crime's dms "if the streamers arent up to the task, im certainly capable of writing a fucking fix-it fic in about a week or 2!"

idk what was in the water back then, i churned out fics like every 2 weeks it felt like and it was insane. now i struggle to finish a oneshot lmao

anyways, that fic does have artwork i drew for it but i wasn't really happy with it as i felt like it didn't capture any of the warmth the fic itself contains. enter this piece that i started impulsively last night and finished today before leaving to go to a plant sale. i did not watch cc!technoblade very long and i got into watching him when i was into dsmp (which i think ive mentioned before) but i am so so glad and grateful for the time he gave us.

if you'd like to read Notos, you can do so here. ive long since stopped lookin at the statistics because the numbers freak me out lmao. if you'd like to see the speedpaint that goes with this, you can click here!

i hope you all enjoy :)

[atechnobladeapologist]

Paralels between Emerald duo and Codebreakers (canons and headcanons).

First of all they are my favorites character, I cannot even put in words how much I like them, my brain is gonna rot.

Personally I dont like to see the relationship that Phil have with them as something pathernal, but more as something close to the idea of the Moiral quadrant that we had on homestuck.

For you who saved your ass and stayed farrr away from this webcomic (just joking dont take that part too serious), Moirail basicly are besties that has a strings and specials bond, Moirail it’s that person who you feel safe to open up and talk about problems and feelings. That’s it if I dont mistaken me, omg my memorie is so poor, but look if Im wrong this is still the concept that Im looking for okay :c

Based on it, we should normalize kiss your best- COF COF, I mean, normalize writing an open love letter to your best friend in a pretty platonic way (Im not being ironic).

In short, they are best friends, bros, buddys.

Yeh I talk too much, too much, lesgo then.

The totem thing. I like to think Philza is pretty concerned with the boys, because Techno and Elotes are almost two ambulant suicidals just because of the totens, yet Phil is just like omggg sit down and stay quiet just for two entire minutes. I imagine Phil have constantly to bandage and sew up their wounds, SPECIALLY with Etoiles, that French Beast thing and his way of looking at thing intensifies this a lot.

I have a really strong headcanon that in both codebreakers and emerald duo Techno and Etoiles have a very strong relationship with Mumza because of the times they almost died (a pretty fun relationship btw, I bet she gives advices and philosophizes about life with them), at the point they know her even BEFORE know Philza or as long as they know him, and all this often without Philza even knowing, and when he descovers he goes like: WHAT?!

Even though Philza doesnt look physically as strong as them (I like to think he is, for real) the two still admire the man as if he were a super cool older friend, and besides none of them show it to Phil or tell him, they both are like: LOOK that cool guy is MY FRIEND, how cool, isnt it?

Headcanon, the warriors already cried in front him.

I know that Techno is pretty concerned about his reputation in a certain way but I really like to pass this to Etoiles too, Imagine a moment where they are showing friendly affection for eachother with a hug or something, and out of nowhere they break up and Etoiles says, “man, I’m enjoying this but it hurts my reputation”, even when theres NO ONE close to see it, they’re just so out of touch they have ashamed of it, in the most fluffy way you can imagine that, it’s pretty funny imagine beasts, unshakable warriors that just cant deal with a hug of their best friend.

Techno hear voices, Etoiles get the paranoid <3

They have wavy and curly hair and sometimes Phil helps them to finish their hair, for techno he usually braid his all hair and for Etoiles he do a tiny terere on the side. Philza encourage both to take more care of their hair because he likes the curls and waves.

Techno and Etoiles have completly unexpected hobbies, I like to think that tech know how to sew and he have a whole sketchbook just for crosquis and Etoiles constantly draw and makes small wood sculptures, cute things because he usually gives to Pomme. We can invert this too btw, I think it matchs with both!

Despite Phil’s warnings they simply refuse to have a healthy sleep schedule.

If it was necessary they would sacrifice themselfs for keep the oldman safe.

I didn’t talk much about Phil :c but I was trying to do something more focused on Tecchnoblade and Etoiles in the relationship with him ya know? Maybe another time I’ll do something for our blondie girlie pop.

I truly like how those duos are simillary with eachother even when one of them are different people. Btw codebreakers should be more contrast on the fandom hihi.

Just to remember English is not my mother language so sorry for the poor words choose.

[cr0wbees2]

please send me art requests/asks if you have any :33

i kept wanting to post more of the mha dsmp au drawings i did but i just super didn't feel like watermarking them so i didn't

there are a ton more than this but ill post them over time :3

please excuse the fact that i absolutely cannot draw anthro pigs i was trying my best KEHEHE - also the giant empty space on the techno drawing is cause i had c!technoblade art up as reference and i didn't want to post something with it there without credits so i just covered it

also also some of this might be a little off from what me and my friend talked about cause it's been a bit BUT. shh it's fine,, it's close enough

ANYWAYS!! PHILZA AND TECHNOBLADEEE!! yknow what this means! it's time to talk about the syndicates role in the mha dsmp au!

so the syndicate has the same sort of status the yakuza did at the start of s4 (before everything with eri) where they can't be arrested or anything but they're also viewed pretty poorly by most and kept a close eye on

the syndicate takes in vigilantes and anyone else who might need help/protection that's been outcasted from society - they will assist heroes and villains, so long as the individual or group they're helping doesn't go against their personal morals/ideals (whatever those may be) - they'll teach people how to fight so they're safer on the streets, they'll give people shelter, they'll supply people with support gear, etc. etc. - they aren't good or bad

phil also probably finds out about the stuff with the hero commission like with raising kids like hawks and he is SOOO MAD. HE IS FUMINNGGG ABOUT THAT.

niki is also part of the syndicate in the au which ill get more into when i talk about her and jacks story (they're very intertwined so i will be talking about them at the same time as well) however, with that said, jack is not in the syndicate and is actually heavily against it!

ranboo isn't part of the syndicate HOWEVER! he does have frequent interactions with them, though he doesn't remember any of them! ill get more into this when i talk about ranboo and dream - but dream has a trance quirk which allows him to basically fully control one person at a time (seeing through their eyes, mind controlling them, physically controlling them. making them his puppet, literally. and they won't remember anything that happened after they're out of the trance) but once he uses his quirk on a second person or just stops using it, the first person will slowly regain control rather than regaining it instantaneously (the amount of time it takes to get back to normal would likely depend on how long they were in a trance and how strongly) AND because dream works with the syndicate a fair bit, though he's not part of it and techno and phil are kind of iffy on him especially after everything with ranboo starts happening, during that period of regaining control when dream can't see through his eyes, techno and phil will take care of him and ask if he's okay and teach them how to fight and such, but ranboo doesn't remember any of it after the fact! though he does keep a fair bit of the fighting he learned because of muscle memory!! and at some point he does some crazy fighting technique and tommy and tubbo are like?? HOWD YOU DO THAT?? WHAT??? WHERE'D YOU LEARN THAT??? and he's like. uhh…m.. i don't know? "ill get more into this when i talk about ranboo and dream" it says and then it immediately rambles for like three paragraphs. anyways!

techno and phil went to UA and were friends with aizawa, mic, and oboro! they left after oboro died and started the syndicate. mic was upset by this and no longer talks to them, but aizawa kind of understands why they did what they did and do what they do! aizawa still keeps in contact with them, but he doesn't make that publicly known since although it's not REALLY a problem, it's still ill advised for a pro hero to be buddy buddy with the syndicate

techno also has his crown in this au because oboro gave it to him! or, well, he gave techno a paper crown or something saying he gave "leader energy" and after oboro died, he made a crown a staple in his appearance to honour him

once stuff starts getting to be more trouble with dream, aizawa would ask techno and phil if they knew any villains with a trance type quirk and though they wouldn't say specifically who it was, they would tell aizawa to make sure ranboos okay! because although they aren't willing to rat out someone they're working with, they ARE willing to help save an innocent teenager no doubt about it

phils quirk is pretty straight forward, although i will note that along with having wings - like crows, he's able to remember faces incredibly well!

technos quirk allows him to turn into a giant boar and he gets more powerful in that form the more blood he sheds, but it also gets harder to control! and like shinso, he was frequently told that he had a villain's quirk growing up because of being super powerful, having blood related quirks, and having ideals that are understood by a lot of people, stain and techno are heavily associated with each other despite like. literally never interacting and not having any sort of affiliation with each other at all

basically, techno and phil are training to become heroes at ua and are friends with mic, aizawa, and oboro, but hate the hero system and after oboro dies they fully decide they think it's the worst and they leave ua and create the syndicate

[p4tt4t4]

Let's talk about Chayanne being a glass child. It seems that this has been a topic that has been noticed for some time, but I just notice the last friday! Xd

Probably because I'm a glass child myself, and yes I do kinn/kin(? Chay, so I take most of these behaviors as normal unconsciously (I had decided that I would use Tumblr only to upload drawings but since twitter didn't pay much attention to this I'll post it here too because I need to share my opinion with people).

First of all, what is a glass child?

It's a sibling of someone who needs extra attention/support. A child whos parents see right through them, like glass.

In this case Chay is a sibling of someone who is given extra attention most of the time, in most occasions not exactly because she needed it.

Chay is a glass child.

Theres no room to even try to discuss that.

Lullah is a kid who is constantly given extra attention. Whatever reasons it happens won't be important for this thing I'm written/sharing.

Lullah is seeing as the little sister. A little sister who needs, who must be protected above everything (which affects Lullah to some extent negatively but we won't focus on that this time). Lullah is seeing as someone weak. Someone who always will need help.

(I'm talking about must people on the server, yes including q!Philza, except, specifically, q!Missa).

Lullah is the little princess who must be protected.

Now, who is Chayanne?

Chay is the big brother.

The oldest.

The warrior.

The strong one

The protector of his siblings.

Chay must be strong, Chay must aim to be the strongest not just fiscally. Chay is forced to be this big, strong, brave leader who everybody can trust. Chay is expected to be the one wich his sibling can and must put to take every important decision if there's no adult around at the moment.

Chay is expected to be closer to act like an adult than a child.

When something dangerous happens Chay is not a priority. His sibblings are. Lullah is the priority. Philza must be sure that Lullah is fine before checking anyone else. Before checking if Chay is okey.

Because Chay is strong. Because Chay can take care of himself alone. Because Chay "don't need" that kind of attention to say it somehow.

I am a big sister, as I said before, a glass child too, so I have lived similar things, obviously not to a death or live situation but I understand the feeling. So, I'm gonna try to explain the feeling the best way I can for people who aren't a glass child.

As a big brother, as the warrior, the example, the leader, the protector he probably thinks that this kind of thinking is fine.

But I can assure it is not fine.

But I can't assure that Chay feels exactly like what I'm gonna said, because if he does feel like it, he would never show it to his dad therefore neither to us. He would do everything in his power to not show that he feels like this (I will explain why later). So I have no way of guaranteeing that he does feel like the following, either way he could feel this way and that's why we are talking about it.

Glass childs can feel jealous for theirs sibling. And it's an awful feeling. At the same time they can feel bad of being jealous of their sibling because they think that feeling like that is selfish. That They are being selfish by feeling that.

Because what right do they have to feel like that? Their sibling needs that attention. They can be fine without that attention. Thay must be fine without that attention. Because if they aren't, what kind of sibling are they?

Because is not like their sibling nor parents wants them to feel like they are being overlook. Because is not that their parents "loves them less". Is just because their sibling needs their parents attention more than them. And they must live with that. They must be good little kids that don't create more problems, more stress, nor to their sibling nor parents. Thats their job. To be one less problem.

The expectation of Chay is that he must be the one to fight for his sibling. Chay is expected to give everything in his power to assure the well being of Lullah.

Chay do like being strong, Chay do like to fight and protect. But when you are forced to the extreme of this things, of being strong all the time, of feeling the need to fight in every dangerous situation, to help, and to feel that you are always protecting and never being protected is exhausting.

As the big brother, the strongest, how could he tell ANYBODY that he is feeling exhausted of doing his job?

He can't show that that is making him feel sad, nor exhausted, nor any negative emotion.

Because he can't be a problem. Because he "doesn't" need more attention nor care of Phil.

Lullah is expected to be sentimental and open about everything she feels. It doesn't matter if it's sadness or happiness. It's expected for Talullah to show her emotions.

Chayanne is expected to be fine. Chay is expected to not show at the same extension his emotions as Lullah, nor his sadness, nor his fears nor any "negative" emotion. It is "normal" for Chay to not show such emotions. It's not something strange.

Because Chay sees his value on how well he can take care of his family, of Talullah.

He sees his value on how well he can perform as this big, strong, brave brother.

I will develop this using an example of Chay being treated as a glass child.

The last friday, Philza goes and saves Lullah first. Then Chay. This is not that big of a deal, but what is big deal is what he says when Tubbo started saying that he has a favorite.

"Out of this two, I know that Chayanne would be a little bit more okey being alone for a bit longer."

Chay is expected to be fine.

Chay must be capable of being fine.

Chay must be fine with Phil being more worried about Talullah than him.

Chay must be fine with Philza not being that worry about him because he has going to be okey.

And how does Chayanne react?

He said nothing. He literally didn't show any inmidiate reaction. He look at his dad for a moment and then look at what Lullah wanted to say. And just after Phil said that he is his little warrior, that he is strong, that he fight him and won he spoke.

He said that it was not great fighting Philza. And of course Phil said sorry... And that's it. Talullah is the one who mention (in a joke but still mention it) about Philza implying that he wasn't worry about Chay.

Chay is expected to be fine alone. To not need help as much as Lullah.

[bad268]

Chosen (C! Technoblade/SBI X Child! Reader)

Fandom: DSMP

Requested: Day 24 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: Techno’s death and reader is Techno’s child in-game (Undisclosed age), my final goodbye to Techno, my hero. RIP Legend

Pronouns: They/them

W.C. 358

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

Writing Inktober 2023 Masterlist

~~(^@/Philza's memorial to techno)

It wasn’t anything too abnormal. Wilbur had returned to Ohio, Tommy, and Tubbo seemingly fell off the face of the world, and Technoblade was off doing something in the Nether, leaving Y/n with Phil.

Techno was going to be gone a couple of days, he said. Well, it was pushing a week at this point and Y/n was aware of his disappearance. Techno sometimes lost track of time, it’s just who he is.

Phil didn’t question it; not until Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo showed up at his house. Apparently, Techno was supposed to meet up with them two days ago, and there is no way he would miss it.

“He’s just mining in the Nether,” Phil tried to tell them. “Probably ran into a problem or found something else to do.”

“But he would come home first,” Tommy pressed. “He loves Y/n. He wouldn’t just leave them without an explanation.”

“You say that like he’s abandoned them,” Phil scolded. The group looked at each other for a few seconds until they were interrupted by screams. Y/n’s screams.

The four bolted up the stairs and are immediately met with Y/n, their brother’s child, screaming, crying, and thrashing around. Y/n’s hands clawed at their ears trying to block out any noise. They cried out for someone, Phil specifically knowing that he might have a potion for whatever this was, “Phil, make it stop!”

“I need to know what’s going on to help, Y/n/n,” Phil comforted, sitting beside their bed as he tried to pry their hands off their head.

“No, Phil!” They screamed, “They’re too loud! It hurts, Phil!”

“They’re too loud?” Tommy questioned to himself before turning his attention to the child, “Who’s too loud, Little (first initial)?” Tommy asked, uncharacteristically quiet as he sat next to them on their bed.

“The voices,” they cried, finally opening their eyes to look at Tommy. Their normal (eye color) eyes were replaced with blood red. “They want blood, Uncle Tommy.”

It was then, they knew what happened.

When one Blood God dies, another must rise.

And unfortunately, Y/n was the chosen one.

~~~~~

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[tyttamarzh]

REDESIGNING

HELLO!!

It's been a while since I posted anything here. I haven't had much time to do anything else, but I made some modifications to my Tallulah design to better fit the current version of her being a worthy daughter to her two daddies. In this version she has short hair and although it is still curly it is no longer as frizzy, I also made her skin tone and hair more like Missa's tone, my intention was to give her more Missa vibes, I think she wanted to look more like him, so I helped her (and the truth is that turn her into Missa's little girl seemed very cute to me).

She also has his little striped hat in honor of his father Philza, but that made me miss his mushroom hat, so I made a version with it, but I though like it didn't suit his type of dress as much hat, so I added a green cape. I liked the cape so I made a version of her with the cape and without the mushroom hat, so that's why there are 3 different versions.

I try to redefine the style a little (as much as working by joining dots in Illustrator allows me, I need a draw tablet U.U), at first I started making these more cartoonish designs and I have been modifying them, in the end this did not change much the way I create the vectors, but I think that there is a gradual improvement of style.

If you've seen my other Tallulah designs, you might notice the difference. I admit that in my first Tallulah design, which I did a long time ago, I didn't have much of an idea of what I wanted to do with the character and it was more about including her because she had to be there, but little by little I have become very fond of the character and now I have a clearer idea of her. I liked my second design but after thinking about it a lot I realized that she needed more features that would make her unmistakably the daughter of the deathduo (as well as Chayanne, which you see and it is very evident).

I am constantly trying to polish my designs and will try to give small touches to each of the members of the Death Family soon.

You probably don't care much about these drawings I make (I know they're not a big deal) and maybe so much explanation seems unnecessary, but doing this makes me feel satisfied and makes me happy to talk about each step (I am very excited to do that)

I hope to be able to create more little things about them soon (fics and arts). I add this comparison of my previous designs of her, which have more cartoonish proportions.

See you!!

[nomsfaultau]

I just spontaneously manifested an au for you. So yk how the whole not-Tommy's character arc is hanging onto Phil being kind and protective? Yeah so what if he actually got into a family where that wasn't the case? For the purposes of this au, it's DadSchlatt au. So yeah, Schlatt and Tubbo. And Tubbo gets replaced by the demon kid. And not-Tommy/Tubbo then proceeds to learn that apparently the blood connection doesn't, indeed, force parents to protect their children. What happens next? Also it'd be fun if not-Technoblade and not-Wilbur still get to sbi and how their story goes on there without not-Tommy.

“Tubbo” picked the mark because it was easier to hide if he was already meant to have spiraling horns. “Tommy” had never expected blood protection to go further than not actively attacking children for the most part, so it wasn’t a shock to him. To “Tubbo” indifference was still godly compared to what he went through in hell. His guard was slower to lower, but also he didn’t have those hackle raising moments of confused wariness compared to with Philza. It would still be a process of slowly learning he didn’t have to be bracing for the hit all the time, and there’d be a degree of finding safety in the cover. “Tubbo” didn’t take Tubbo to be loved, though, only to have a disguise to hide in to avoid the consequences of various heinous crimes. So it kinda went exactly according to plan. Schlatt wasn’t a vigilant guardian, and it was far easier to slip out and cause havoc than with the overbearing Philza. Even better, Schlatt seemed unphased with the violence beginning to plague the land, not drawing his kid closer like Philza would’ve. 

He’d expected the family to eventually notice. “Tubbo” wasn’t particularly convincing, and grew lax with the secret. Why didn’t Schlatt notice? Weeks, months, years, how did he not notice his kid was long gone? Did he not care? 

I’m not your real son. 

“Tubbo” was amused when he finally said it, all jagged teeth and cruel entertainment. An impulsive reveal; he wanted watch for the horror to crawl onto the man’s features. 

You think I’d want you enough to adopt you?

And then Schlatt didn’t seem to remember the exchange the next morning, more concerned with his hangover. Or maybe he just really didn’t care. Either way was fine by “Tubbo”. He liked to toy with the idea “Father” might even like him better than Tubbo, given how passive and meek and pliant he’s been so long ago. Far less interesting than “Tubbo”. But either way Schlatt was useful, ensuring “Tubbo” was an expected, unremarkable piece of the village even as it plummeted into ruin at his hands.

Then one day, “Tubbo” grew bored. He simply walked off, never to be seen again. He didn’t kill Schlatt, blaming his sentimentality on the human having served his use. Because even neglected as he was, apathy was still the greatest kindness he ever knew. The demon integrated into the next family, and the next. Only briefly, once, did he wonder if Schlatt had even noticed “Tubbo’s” absence at all.

“Wilbur” and “Technoblade” were far far better imposters than “Tommy” and were scrambling as their delicate balance was bombarded. The ruse could go on for a very long time, not pressured and panicked about “Tommy” rocking the boat and killing enough people to scare Philza into becoming stricter and paranoid. They’d likely start getting along better, helping cover up for one another. “Wilbur” would additionally be intensive about being a good “brother” to the real Tommy, just like he’s desperate for Philza’s affection and attention. Overall they’re far more chill than “Tommy” and would be far less stressed. 

What eventually unravels the Not-Craft household in the OG is Philza’s unequal treatment of his children. Because part of the reason “Tommy” gets utterly showered in affection in the first chapter is because Philza is scared about the people going missing and is trying to protect his youngest kid. But the building resentment was based heavily on “Tommy” not being real, either, and getting that treatment. With “Wilbur’s” assumption that Philza knew and was still treating him the worst of the imposters, it became something that blew up. But if Tommy were real, and “Wilbur” again unraveled that Philza figured it out…it would just seem natural to him. Of course he loved his real kid more, but that’s didn’t mean he wasn’t treating the other imposters okay. “Wilbur” would be completely content to continue the illusion, although kinda rotting on the inside. Since “Technoblade” would never learn Philza knew, perpetually acting on the assumption he’d have sold them out if so, they’d never get their character development because they’d always dismiss any of Philza’s advice because they wouldn’t trust or respect him. Philza grieved his children, but had far more freedom than in OG timeline. Combined with a lack of transparency, he never developed empathy for the imposters. 

“Wilbur” wouldn’t see his death coming. Neither would “Technoblade,” but they wouldn’t be surprised, either. Just bitterly resentful. 

[moontide-nymph]

Angst drabble of q!philza finally snapping in purgatory, based on tubbos stream today.

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Tubbo was frustrated, no one was listening or taking him seriously. The points he put together today are critical. "Phil you HAVE to listen to me man! Blue is the cursed team and if we lose all the eggs die!"

Like usual on this island, Phil shrugged him away like he was a bother. His body language was sluggish and ragged, tone building with irritation. "I think you're wrong Toby. It's always been us, look at what our team has been through!"

"What is with this victim complex you all got? Aside from a shit first day-"

"VICTIM Complex??! Tubbo it's our kids on the line here! You don't know the weight of everything going on so I'd appreciate if-"

A yelling match starts, both at their limit from this stupid island and the distance it has created between them all. "I still care about them Phil! They are my God kids, I like them all and want them to live too. Does that not matter or are you purposely being obtuse? I'm trying to HELP you and you act like you don't even care-"

Something in Phil snaps. All the feelings he's repressed to be a cool-headed leader for his team coming to the surface in a furious wave with the power to drown the target of his ire.

"I CARE A HELL LOT MORE THAN YOU. They are MY kids, OUR kids. You won't ever understand. You don't have a kid, you don't have a family, you don't have a partner, you don't even have a home! You live in a factory alone, making a huge mess on the island and pissing everyone off. You know what? Everything was fine until you showed up. You spun that wheel when you weren't meant to get in there and burnt the kids stuff before we weren't taken here. If anything YOU are the real curse. Leave this to the parents alright? Go before I take a kill on you."

Tubbo felt himself draw inward while Phil yelled at him. He felt a disconnect happen, his mind going fuzzy and cold. He felt tears well in the corner of his eyes but doesnt let them fall. He isnt safe here, not with him, not anymore.

"........ fine. If that's how you feel, fine. I'll go back to base, tell Bad he is the blue leader now, and none of you will see me again. I'll leave it all to you guys. I tried. I did my best. I hope you save them Phil."

Phil is silent while Tubbo turns and walks off. With his back turned and a good distance away, tubbo allows the tears to fall. He can't do this anymore. He will leave a book for bad that explains what he found, that he is now the leader, and that he is going off on his own and none of them should come looking for him. He is going on his own exile, his team of one. It's the best for everyone if he just... stays away.

[by-speaker]

Carving Pumpkins (English Ver.)

Prompts by @raven-cincaide-words

After decorating and having a big breakfast of sugar shells and chocolate, as they had promised Tallulah, they had gone pumpkin picking.

There was a field of a lot of pumpkins a few miles from spawn, so they had decided to go down so they could put a couple of them carved near the entrance, and some for Tallulah's garden.

Chayanne was leading his little expedition naming all the dishes he could create with pumpkin, behind him was Tallulah picking flowers that grew nearby on the path, behind them were Missa and Philza, holding hands deciding what they were going to make for lunch.

It was warm indeed, but there was a cold wind blowing, so Missa had dusted off the cloaks hos mother had given him to everyone in the family. Created with raven feathers to keep warm and plants to add a splash of colour.

‘We're here!’ shouted Chayanne, running into the pumpkin patch.

‘Chay! Careful!’ shouted Missa watching as his son ran to climb into the biggest pumpkin in the place.

‘We've got to take this one!’ squealed the boy.

The pumpkin was an eyesore, it was so big that Chayanne was hugging it on his tiptoes and his fingers were only touching the top of the pumpkin.

‘Why don't you pick another one?’ Phil asked, knowing he had to carry that thing up to Casa Bonita and his back wasn't going to take it.

‘But this one is perfect,’ the youngest complained.

‘Can you carry it? Because I'm not going to carry it up, and I'm pretty sure Missa won't.’

While the two blondes were arguing, Missa and Tallulah were looking for a perfect pumpkin to carve a cat and a turtle out of.

After a while, they each picked a pumpkin.

‘Hey, that's not fair, why is papa Missa carrying 2 pumpkins?’ the boy asked with a groan.

‘Because I can carry 2’ replied Missa sticking her tongue out at Chayanne

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At last, they had arrived at Casa Bonita, and prepared to start carving the pumpkins, they gathered the seeds for the crows, and Missa had put her extra pumpkin in a pit with a bunch of spices to make pumpkin pies.

Missa began to prepare the dough, while Philza put up a couple of plastic bags to protect the kitchen table and the children looked for the necessary tools to begin the task.

‘All right, littles shits, have markers, do what you want, don't kill yourselves,’ said the man, handing the markers to his children and going to cuddle hos husband.

‘Is the don't kill each other part optional?’ Chayanne asked, taking the marker.

‘No!’ Said both parents in unison.

Chayanne snorted, ‘Okay, okay, okay, no one kills themselves…for today, right Lullah?’

The little girl nodded, but she wasn't really paying attention to her brother, too focused on drawing a turtle on her pumpkin. Chayanne for his part was concentrating on trying to draw Technoblade.

After a while of Philza not letting him cook, Missa decided to go help her sons with the pumpkins. ‘Love, please, I just wanted some hugs’ the blond complained, watching as the Mexican sat down at the kitchen table.

‘No, you kept grabbing my tummy,’ Missa complained, ’don't you see I was cooking, pendejo.’

Phil snorted, ‘Alright, alright I'll behave, how are those pumpkins coming?’

Chayanne proudly showed him his Technoblade, although it was a little shaky, it was pretty amazing for a kid to draw on a pumpkin. Tallulah showed him her pumpkin, it was a turtle, and she had drawn a bunch of flowers on its shell.

‘You're both very pretty,’ said Missa, ’Why don't you go and wash your hands? Daddy Phil and I will finish up here.’

The children ran to the bathroom, knowing that if Papa Missa sent them to clean up, it meant they were going to eat soon.

When the children emerged from the bathroom, more wet than clean, the pumpkins were ready and the table was set with tea, chocolate, and pumpkin pies. They spent the rest of the afternoon eating and joking. When evening came they went out with the pumpkins and lit them, the carved pumpkins were the finishing touch to Casita Bonita's decoration, it was now properly spooky.

[lombax-chao]

Mentioned my random Hardcore world head cannon in Philza chat today, figured I’d try and get it all noted down on here while it’s still on my mind.

Basically boils down to me trying to logically figure out how the whole Hardcore/one life thing would work out in the worlds lore. The result was nice and angsty, so I figure Philza chatters might enjoy it.

Essentially the God war between the Enderking and the other Gods put immense strain on the very fabric of reality. Between Enderpookie literally tearing chucks out of the Overworld and Nether and pulling them into the End, and the other Gods (Blaze and Rose) expending huge amounts of power to change/sustain the afflicted areas, by the end of the war (flooding the End/death of Enderking) the world is hanging by a thread.

This is one part caused by the loss of matter in Overworld/Nether causing the Void to push into areas it should never be - the most obvious example being Nether Void - and the second part is the sudden increase of matter in the End (even if Enderking used his power to shrink the stolen pieces it’s still a huge amount of matter).

For the purposes of this lore idea, the Void is separate from the world, more like an inter-dimensional glue that exists between all worlds. An all consuming abyss that is eternal and never ending. The only being that has any kind of claim on it is Kristin - as goddess of death - because to fall into the Void is the closest the living can get to Her, if only briefly.

Normally both Overworld and Nether are firmly separated from the Void, both have solid bedrock to keep it at bay, but the Enderkings abuse of his power unwittingly created new openings in both realms. This has allowed the Void to gain a strong foothold and caused the whole world to become unstable.

In Nether Void there is additional problems. In order to maintain her seat of power in the Nether, the Blaze Empress has used a massive amount of power to hold the Void at bay. This has worked, as seen with the Quartress, but she is also unintentionally draining even more energy and matter from the Nether (and herself) into the abyss, where it will never be recovered. It is a one way system that she (and the world as a whole) can never regain what she puts forth.

The other side of the problem is the End. A realm that should normally be on the brink of existence, quite literally floating over the Void with no barriers, filled with nothing but barren islands and abandoned cities. But when the Enderking first came into being, when he first began using his power to claim pieces of other realms and pull them to his side, he disrupted an ancient, careful balancing act that the End had been keeping with the ever hungry Void.

It’s not obvious, like in Nether Void, but this change in the End has also agitated the Void, further adding to the instability of the world as a whole. As time passed and the remaining Gods grew weaker and less active, the world they lived in became more and more fragile, drawing closer and closer to the limit it could take before it all shattered into nothingness.

And then Philza found the world.

A fragile, beautiful world filled with the creations of Gods. Crumbling ruins they may have been, but still beautiful, still existing. For now.

As the Angel of Death his presence alone is just barely enough to still the Voids ravenous destruction… but only barely. The moment he entered the world it clung to him, his life in this world is the final thread, the last thing holding it together, but if (When) he dies… that will be the end.

And Philza knows.

He knew it the moment he arrived.

And he’s the only one who knows.

None of the gods know how close they are to complete destruction, none realise the true cost of their ancient war.

The Gods that are still awake, still aware of the world, see Philza as a curiosity, nothing more than a strange, friendly little mortal that tends to their creations, who listens to their stories and travels the land. He is kind, and helpful, but doesn’t hold any true power or importance.

They don’t realise he is the last thing between them and oblivion.

And in the end, when Philza does end up losing that single precious life to this world, the Void will be swift and merciless.

It will consume all in its path, the Overworld, the Nether, the End.

Not even the Gods will be safe.

They won’t have the chance to realise what is happening, when their world and lives end.

The only thing that will survive from this place will be Phil.

With a single death he will slip away, the dying world will lose its grip on him, and he will continue to wander the worlds, stepping from one to the next with the ease of waking from a dream.

And yup that’s a pretty good summary of my brainrot idea for Philzas Hardcore world lore.

Hope it’s sufficiently angsty for everyone XD