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n0phis · 8 months
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anyways sandduo >:) ended up rendering over the sketch in a funny way but it was an interesting experiment!
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sketch under cut! IGNORE THE TYPO I HAVE YET TO FIX IT
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mavaforest · 1 year
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My hyperfixation on zombie au @wolfythewitch continues to help draw, so wellllllll. Soft interactions of Tommy and Phil soft interactions of Tommy and Phil soft interactions Tommy and Phil soft interactions of Tommy and Phil okay, in general, Merry Christmas or happy New year!
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funkily · 4 months
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philza (dream smp) stimboard for @sundappledmoss ! with themes of crows , skies , and nature !
art by wolfythewitch !
🏞🏞🏞|🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛🐦‍⬛|🌿🌿🌿
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itsomniiart · 8 months
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The goddess calls
Commissions open!
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casawio · 1 month
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leaving utah. leaving your father.
maps - the front bottoms // the creation of adam // ways to make it through the wall - los campesinos // ocean vuong // good hand - saintseneca // nophis
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bunneclair · 5 months
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you guys have gotten Ponk, Niki, and Boomer
Here is my concept art reference sheet for my headcanon/rewritten C!Phil!
I have a lot of headcanons related to Phil. In my au, the that the way he met c!Kristin/Mumza is that he died years and years ago when he was young— an amateur death goddess took sympathy on this avian she didn’t know, and decided to give him a second chance at life under the consequence of conditional immortality— he cannot die of old age, however he only has one life. They stayed close through this, and now they are what you know as the Angel of death and his goddess, happily married with kids :)
Due to this I actually have a lot of logic I put into revival! One idea was simply that Phil was the first mortal to be revived; and because it was done by an inexperienced goddess, it caused some changes to his appearance, which follows through with others who are revived by other means such as the book— like Tommy and Wilbur. The “damage” is minimal in comparison— while revival kinda bleached Phil’s hair entirely they each just got a streak, LOL. Not portrayed here, because I forgot, but another aspect of revival being that if there is a scar to the injury that caused your death, it becomes golden in color, and your eyes turn green— a reference to the totem of undying!
I would love to talk more about my headcanons so if anyone has questions let me know :))
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somehowmags · 2 years
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i don’t care if heaven won’t take me back
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phantoids · 5 months
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“So…” 
Phil pauses, still very pointedly staring at the dishes in the sink, at the soap on his hands, at the yellow, blue, white mug from this morning that still hasn’t been cleaned for some reason. Tubbo probably forgot to clean it.
He forgets a lot-
“You can’t keep ignoring your favourite son in the whole wide world forever, Phil,” Wilbur chimes from the table. 
Right.
“It’s not like you’re really there,” Phil mutters.
Wilbur remains silent. Wilbur never remains silent, always talking, always a word to say, another laugh to get in, always has to be the one to end the conversation, to start it. Wilbur is never silent.
Tubbo is silent. Tommy isn’t, Wilbur isn’t. Something the two had in common.
Wilbur remains silent; Phil turns to stare at where the spectre of his son should’ve been and meets dead, placid eyes. There’s a sharpness to them, to that glassy brown, however foggy they seem to be. It’s the same look in Tubbo’s eyes.
“You should be dead.” The glass in Phil’s hand shatters, slipped.
Wilbur should be dead. Wilbur should be dead. Wilbur should be dead because Dream is dead, the sanctity of death no longer violated without someone to play god with mortal lives, with his own life.
Tubbo should be dead, but isn’t.
Wilbur should be dead, but isn’t.
“I was just thinking that too, but I don’t think it went so well last time I tried to kill myself, nor when you killed me, so how about we just leave it here for now?” Poetic as ever.
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If You Want Love: One
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"Do you want to hold him?"
Phil blinks. Looks up. Stares at the nurse. She has very dark lipstick, darker than he remembers. Her mouth, open in a wide smile, displays teeth that are just a bit too white. Her haircut is absolutely atrocious, probably a failed attempt to look like a movie star or a famous singer. 
She inclines her head forward, eyes widening expectantly. "Do you want to hold him?"
Phil blinks. Looks down. Stares at the bundle in her arms, wrapped in a yellow blanket. Yellow. Who chooses yellow for a blanket color? Isn't it supposed to be blue or pink? Maybe the hospital had run out. The yellow blanket is probably old, unwanted. Who chooses yellow?
The bundle makes a noise, and Phil goes very still, heart seeming to stop inside his chest. Is that even possible, for a heart to stop for a moment? No. No, that's not possible. That's ridiculous. Maybe in some situations, perhaps. In situations like these. Yeah. Yeah, it has to be possible. It's possible. Isn't it? It's possible.
"Sir?" 
Phil blinks. Brings his eyes back up. Stares at the nurse, with her too-white teeth and too-dark lipstick and absolutely atrocious haircut. She's still smiling, but Phil can't tell if it's fake or real. 
The nurse—he's sure she's told him her name, he can't remember—chuckles a bit, breathy and awkward. "Do you want to hold him?"
Phil trails his eyes down, back to the bundle wrapped in a yellow blanket. He can't even see the baby's face from here. It's all just a yellow lump. Which is ridiculous. It should be blue. Phil should be able to see him clearly. Why isn't he closer? Why isn't he holding... why is the nurse holding him? Why doesn't Kristin have him?
Oh yeah. Kristin's tired. Of course she's tired; she just had a baby. That must be a pretty tiring event. He can only imagine. 
Actually, he doesn't want to imagine; it was hard enough being in the same room. Phil's glad that he's not the one who has to give birth. Had. Had to give birth. The baby is already born. The baby... the baby is right here. Right here, in the nurse's arms instead of Kristin's. 
"For crying out loud, Philza!"
Phil starts, whipping his head around towards the bed. Hospital bed. That's right, they're in a hospital. Kristin's in the hospital bed.
She looks awful. There's dark bags under her eyes, and dried sweat beaded on her forehead and cheeks and chin. Strands of hair stick to her neck and face. She's smiling. She's perfect.
Phil didn't catch what she said.
"What, um. What?" Phil is horrified at the sound of his own voice, all hoarse and scratchy and raw. Sounds like he just swallowed nails, a whole bucket of them.
That's a stupid analogy. 
Phil's voice is hoarse. 
Kristin's eyes widen in exasperation. "I said, don't you want to hold your son?"
"Oh, of- yes, but... I..."
Son. His son. His son. The bundle in the nurse's arms, wrapped in that awful yellow blanket. The son he can't even see yet. The son whose entire body and face is hidden by the blanket. 
He wants to see his son. He should see his son. That's what fathers do, right? Well yes, of course they do that. He's not stupid. He knows what fathers do.
(He actually has no idea what fathers do.)
And now the nurse steps forward, and why is she so close? Why is she- 
Oh. 
Phil holds his arms out. They feel stiff. Robotic. 
And the nurse, with a gentleness he can't comprehend, sets the bundle—baby, not a bundle, a baby—into those stiff, robotic arms. 
Phil gasps. He doesn't know why. 
The baby is feather-light. Phil barely feels anything. Is the baby... this feels too light. What if the baby doesn't weigh enough? What if something's wrong? 
"Is he too light?" Phil asks, and his voice comes out in a whisper. 
"Is he... oh! Oh, no sir, your baby is a perfectly healthy weight! You have nothing to worry about."
Phil swallows, and this time it really does feel like he's swallowing nails. "Are you sure?"
"Of course. Your baby is just fine at two point nine kilograms; that's perfectly normal."
"Oh."
Three kilograms. He's had cats that weighed more than that. 
That still seems too light. 
Phil presses his lips together, looking down at the baby and- 
Oh. His... the baby's face. Phil can see the baby's face now. Oh.
It's pink. And scrunched up. And his hair is very dark, and a little bit wavy. Huh. Are newborns supposed to have wavy hair? Phil's not quite sure. He's never heard of that. No wait, he has heard of that. It's... it's rare, but not- it's not bad. Yeah. It's not bad. The baby is okay. The baby is-
The baby is looking at him. 
Phil's breath catches, because the baby is looking at him. How hadn't he noticed it earlier? He'd thought the baby was asleep. After all, being born must be a... traumatic experience. Exhausting, at least. It's a real blessing that no one remembers being born, because that would be... well...
Why am I thinking about this? The baby is looking at me. Pay attention to the baby. 
Who is looking at me.
The baby is looking at me.
Phil breathes in shakily, and it sounds quite similar to a gasp, and he realizes that he's been holding his breath for a while. Which is stupid. He needs to breathe. Otherwise he'd pass out, and that would be a real hassle for the nurses. And he'd drop the baby.
Oh shoot he'd drop the baby.
Phil takes another breath in, letting it out. He does it again. And again one more time. They're shaky.
The baby is still looking at him. His eyes are... huh. They're brown. Not blue like Phil's, but brown, like Kristin's. Come to think of it, his hair is dark like Kristin's as well. 
Of course he is. Of course he looks like her. Kristin... Kristin is perfect, so the baby is perfect, just like her. Yes. Yes, that makes sense.
The baby blinks, and Phil cocks his head, staring right back at him. The baby looks so serious that it's sort of funny; Phil would laugh if it wasn't for the fact that he still can't breathe correctly. Not crying or scowling or even smiling, just... looking. And it's not even like he's thinking, either (babies can't think about much, can they? Phil doesn't believe so). No no, it's more like... observing. Quietly, calmly. Just watching.
Newborn babies really do look weird. All disproportionate and pink and...
And Phil's baby really is perfect. 
Phil can't quite think straight anymore. He hasn't been thinking straight for hours now. And that's fine. He doesn't have to think straight. He just needs to hold his baby. His baby. His and Kristin's. No one else's. Not even the nurse's. No one's baby but his. His baby. 
And Phil starts laughing. Because- because he has a baby! And how terrifying is that? How terrifying and scary and stress-inducing and wonderful is that? He has a baby. He actually has a baby. He has a baby and he's holding his baby and his baby has brown eyes and Kristin is here too and-
Kristin. That's right. He has a wife. He has a wife who's now a mother to the baby he holds. Oh yeah.
Phil tears his eyes away from his baby—for a moment, only for a moment—and fixes them on Kristin, sitting up in her hospital bed wearing a hospital gown with bags under her eyes and dried sweat on her forehead and tangled hair and oh she is perfect!
Kristin smiles, moving her mouth, and... Phil thinks she's saying something. Yes, she's definitely saying something. 
Phil grins, breathing out another laugh. "What?"
"I said, are you okay?"
"Why..." Phil swallows, still grinning. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, honey, you've gone pretty pale. And you're crying."
"I..." Phil is crying. He can feel the tears on his face. He laughs some more. "Yeah!"
Phil looks back down at his baby—his baby, how crazy is that!—and laughs some more and cries some more and looks at his son. His son! His son with brown eyes and wavy hair! His son!
"That's mine!" Phil says, and he glances back at Kristin, still grinning. "He's my kid!"
Kristin nods slowly, eyebrows raised. "...yes. He is your kid, Philza. We've known that for nine months."
"I know!" Phil squeaks, looking back down at his kid—oh his kid is perfect he's too perfect for this world how the heck did he end up with Phil—and laughing again. "He's mine! He's my kid, Kristin!"
"Both of ours."
And then Phil is right beside Kristin, holding his baby against his chest and turning him so Kristin can see his brown eyes. "Look! Kristin, look!"
"I see." Kristin chuckles. "I see, Phil."
Phil nods, even though he hadn't really heard what his wife said. "I mean- Kristin, look at him! He's... he's so... he's so...!"
Another laugh bursts from Phil's lips, and he suddenly feels dizzy. 
"Phil?"
Phil grins, kissing his wife's cheek. "He's... yeah! You're so... oh my gosh, Kristin, you're... yes!"
"Here, let me take..."
"Kristin, I can't... oh my gosh. You're- hey! Hey, where's- where's-!"
"Phil, look at me. He's right here."
"Oh. Oh, that's... okay. Yeah."
Phil's arms feel so empty now. He wonders how he'd never noticed it before; they won't feel right, they won't feel complete, until he gets to hold his baby again. He needs to get him back, why did Kristin take him away?
"Phil, it's my turn. You're swaying on your feet right now."
"I am?" Come to mention it, the ground is starting to look a little wavy. That's weird. Why is it doing that? 
"Uh, nurse, nurse! I need, um- help!"
Phil blinks. What in heaven's name is going on? Kristin is going to scare his baby if she keeps this up.
The ground still looks wavy. 
And then suddenly the ground is a whole lot closer, and Phil's eyes widen. What in the-
Oh. He's sitting down. He's sitting down in a chair, in one of those stiff hospital chairs that hurts his back. That's odd; he doesn't remember sitting down. Why is he-
"I'll get him some water." The nurse. 
Phil scowls. Why is she back here again? Isn't this more of a private moment, holding your baby for the first time? She really should leave. He aught to tell her that.
"Phil, why don't you try to rest, okay?"
"Rest?" Phil scoffs. "Why would I do that?"
Kristin sighs. "Because you're going to pass about."
"I am?" 
"Phil, you were swaying on your feet a few seconds ago!"
"I'll be fine!" Phil turns up his mouth into a grin. "I'm doing great, actually. Kristin, we have a kid!"
Kristin sighs, a tired smile forming on her lips. "I know. And that's great! I'm happy that you're happy! But please just... rest. Okay?"
"But-"
"I'll be right here when you wake up."
"Kri-"
"Both of us will be here when you wake up."
Phil's mouth tightens. Kristin raises her eyebrows. "Okay?"
Phil stares at his wife for a second or two before sighing. "Fine. But if you need... if my baby needs me, then-"
"I'll wake you up. Promise. Now sleep."
Phil lets out another huff, and he really does want to protest. He wants to stand up and walk right back to Kristin's bed and kiss her cheek and take his baby out of her arms and into his own and hold him forever. He truly does want to do that. Quite badly, in fact.
But... curse the world and everything in it, Phil is tired. And he doesn't want to be. He doesn't want his eyes to feel so heavy and droopy, he doesn't want to fall asleep, he has a kid to look after, how can he sleep?
But... Kristin did say that if something—anything—happened, then she'd wake him up. Yeah. She said that. And Phil believes her. 
Fine. Okay then. He'll take a short nap; just enough to regain some energy. And after that, he'll hold his baby again and he'll never ever let him go. 
Yeah. That's a good plan. He'll do just that. 
I'll do just that, Phil thinks to himself, eyes already drifting closed. I'll do just that. I'll do just that...
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tang0w0tek · 2 years
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[Phil leaving his kids alone for five minutes.]
Wilbur: Remember when you told us not to burn the house down?
Phil: You burned the house down?!?
Tommy: No. We had the fire put out almost immediately. This is a success story.
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aetheraeons · 2 years
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a request, if I may????
just any of the syndicate in like real world "punk" outfits please
I just thinks it's really cool
thanks!
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Sorry for taking so long I just love alt fashion :))))
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y-akkun · 1 year
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Watched a lot of DSMP animatics today so its on my mind. Well, got thinking about c!Technoblade after watching Casserole’s “Under the Surface” c!Tubbo animatic.
What if, depending on how you view him he looks different? There’s his line of people only viewing him as The Blade, a weapon. And like, what if when you view him as a weapon, or just a warrior, or just someone to use, he’s this giant hulking piglin; pig head and all. He also looks this way when you’re afraid of him, too, etc. 
But when you see him as a friend, or even just simply like a person, he’s more human? Still has piglin features (i’m working off my headcanon/preference of him being a hybrid) He’s still got tusks, he’s still huge and beefy, cause well. He IS a warrior. But that’s not all he is. When you view him as a person, you start seeing all the other parts, too. He’s a farmer, he’s a bookworm, a giant greek mytho nerd, etc. 
Going along with this, I don’t think you can only see one or the other. It changes, because people’s views change. Going back to Casserole’s animatic (cause that’s where this hc stems from), Tubbo once saw him as a friend, so he saw the more human Techno. After the festival, he’s afraid of Techno; he sees him as the piglin brute. And after they rescue Michael, I can see Tubbo seeing the human Techno again. Maybe not all the time; there’s trauma there. But when they talk about mundane things, that’s humanoid Techno. When its a battle, that’s piglin Techno, etc.
I think this applies to Tommy all the way from the start; its a normal thing to him. Sometimes, its human Techno, this older brother figure. Other times, he’s The Blade, a badass piglin brute. And I can see Techno asking Tommy, “what do I look like to you?”, and maybe its during Pogtopia, at a time that Tommy definitely just saw Techno as The Blade, and Tommy replies honestly. He’s a piglin brute. And maybe that’s one of the reasons why Techno “betrays” them and unleashes the withers. It ties into what he says to Tommy, that he only ever saw Techno as a weapon. 
For Dream (cause I’m pretty big on RivalsDuo), if we base this simply on DSMP, then they first meet when Techno joins the smp. So Dream only sees Techno as The Blade, bc to him, Techno is just another pawn. Another person to use for his plans. But in the prison, when they’re roommates for three months, Techno starts looking different. He starts looking human. And I don’t think Dream would realize that he’s viewing/thinking of Techno differently, cause well. Its the prison. He’s being tortured, mans probably thinks its just hallucinations. Until he’s out of the prison for a while, and he crosses Techno’s path, and he still looks human.
Obviously Phil would always see Techno as human Techno. That’s his best bud. Even in the midst of battle, Phil sees Techno’s humanity. Its why Phil is Techno’s closet friend, why Techno is so sure that Phil would never betray him; bc even at his worst, Phil sees the real him. 
This got way longer than I thought it would, and I don’t think I properly articulated everything. I was shaping the hc as I wrote lol. I’m not super into the DSMP, and my knowledge of canon is very iffy. I kinda just stick with the parts that i like and overlook the rest, but for something like DSMP i think that’s fine
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brightert0mb · 2 years
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Glare/Allay/Copper Golem!Reader Part 3 Announcment
I'm sorry to do this to you all, but I've come to a realization tonight. I was procrastinating on the Reader writing due to wanting more lore for the Anarchist Commune since I wrote up to the most recent lore at the time for the Glare. Unfortunately, with the passing of Techno and what I've gathered from Twitter, that's not going to happen anymore, or at least not any time soon.
I've mostly got stuff for the Allay and Copper Golem, and I will write about saving Micheal for the Glare, but I'm going to be splitting them into separate stories like the rest of the individual stories.
I'm not stopping writing for them and I'll have something for the Copper Golem out hopefully sometime this week. I'm sorry that there's no part 3 anymore, but you will get more writings of them.
Thank you for your understanding. And I'm sorry again.
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eliaswoodt · 2 years
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HOLY SHIT WE FINALLY HAVE A DREAM SMP FANDOM TAG ON AO3
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kora-kat · 2 years
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I can no longer draw Philza as a dude... he just bird to me now...
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ranvwoop · 4 months
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emeraldduo antarctic empire plushies :]
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