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I want a humans are space orcs SBI au where (idc who's the human) the affects long exposure to space have on humans are like, shown. I want the human(whomever like I said idc who) to overtime seem more and more eldritch, still distinctly human but also just sorta other. I want it to be uncanny, and if they were to ever return to Earth I want someone to notice, to be unsettled because this person, this human, walks weirdly, talks weirdly(accent slightly changes to match the aliens', maybe grammar is off after a few years?), moves and grabs in a way that seems lighter, or heavier, or something because there is no way that the gravity is the same. I want something like uncanny valley, I want them to be equated with Fae. I want the human in question to not notice until it's already commonplace for them. I want changes to their physiology(which does happen in space, there are multiple cases of this happening if one is in differring gravity for long periods of time)
#humans are space orcs#SBI#writing prompt#I want this so bad but I know I wouldn't do it justice#I'll probs make a request do Gapple on ao3#they might do it#hmmmm#possibly add some minor body horror in as well
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oh my goodness tango-with-a-sausage-cold being on one heart at around the end of the session has really got my brain gears going.
this server is a game of attrition. it doesn't matter that tango had been playing the long game so carefully for the first act, the damage WILL catch up one way or another. 10 hearts will get you up and running for a bit, but only on the condition of you being able to complete increasingly convoluted and expensive tasks (time or resource-wise, same thing really).
and it's very funny to see the evolution in value of the gapple, because at this point most of the heart-loss seems to be erratic or unpredictable chip-damage that you would barely have time to prepare for with a shield. and consuming an item takes time.
so you'd either stockpile to have a guaranteed continued absorption for – if not the whole episode (because that would be like a stack and a half? guessing 3 hour sessions?) – either whole social interaction or gruelling tasks like travelling in the dark or mining or tense moments.
but who's got that kind of time and resources really.
#grian saw this so fast he did a full 180 on the apple orchard like ep 2 lol#but truly everyone was smart on this#caring about consumables? in minecraft? pfft#potions are fun i'll happily defend potions sometimes. but that's it.#((if anyone's watching beef's uploads of team canada new ctm will get me. but gapple tome? the absolute best?? gimme instant items mojang))#((pretty plz))#secret life spoilers#secret life#truly a moot point but hey. (failed) writing excercise for me (sentences def too long lol)
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my one weird iguess lore take is that i find phil so moe ilike kinda forgive him for everything does that make sense
#like IKNOWWW he made mistakes iKNOWWW iwanted to bite him arm off during that gapple stream but#idk the way he goes abt things doesnt feel malicious to me at All#hes been alive fr soso long he doesnt seem to have a v good grasp of whats proportional? or at least not a grasp of what is proportional to#ppl outside of Him...like when he goes along w the awful things techno wants to do it doesnt feel as spiteful or crushing#how many times can you watch ppl n yrself rebuild from the ashes before Every problem seems that rebuildable n fixable uhmm#but he is crazy ido wanna make it clear that his shit w ghostbur was 😬 well noat good#ido understand grieving yr son so bad and seeing what you perceive as a cheap imitation of him walking around thats gnna hurt terribly#but then why treat him like a in his OWN WORDS a DOLL n then go after and blow up his lifes work because you blame the country for taking#your son well girl. you r the one who killed him 😭#but idk even doing all this im not like...Angry does that make sense im more grimacing if iwas writing this abt smone like drm id be like#tearing his skin off his body but ilike philza ♡ he is moe to me he is both an anime girl and 50 yr old dad who says we ready to rock and#roll after leaving an outback bathroom iLIKE him !!!!#huri.txt
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Wilbur getting upset because he doesn't see you at his concert when you'd promised you'd be there, only for you to have been backstage the entire time????
So sorry this took so long….. burned out things 🤭
But this is so good gapple!! And I enjoyed writing it
Warnings// kissing, making out, swearing, a little hint of angst, sexual innuendos, but nothing big! Tell me if I missed anything:)
Not edited and I tried adding the rest of the band but I don’t like that part at all😔
True love (and understanding)
“Wilbur! I swear I’ll be there! I just won’t be there for sound check. I’ll be there before you go onstage. I promise.” You promised to Wil as he put his guitar on his back and looked at you.
“Ok. I just really want you to be there. It’s a big gig.” He said while grabbing his bag and coming back over to you.
“I know! And I’ll be there. I promise. This won’t take long.” You said pointed at your work you have to finish by tonight. Of course your boss gives you loads of work to do on the day of one of the biggest gigs their doing this year. James was opening for them today and there were going to be news reporters there today too. Wilbur was stressed and he needed you there with him. It’s like when he looks at you, he knows everything will be ok no matter what.
“You better be. I need my before-gig kiss. It’s my good luck charm.” He said, with a smile on his face.
You took his hands in yours. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ll be there cheering you on.” You kissed his knuckles. He smiled at you as he took his hand and placed it on your cheek.
“I love you.” He said while leaning down and gently putting your lips together. The kiss was shorter than he would’ve liked it to be but you were shooing him out the door.
“I love you too. But you need to go before the guys get mad at you again for being late.” You opened the door for him as he rolled his eyes and huffed.
“They can’t blame for wanting to love on you!” He whined as he turned around to look at you. You smiled and raised your eyebrows. “Ok fine, I’m leaving. I’ll see you later darling.” Wilbur leaned down and gave you one last peck on the lips before walking off.
You sighed and went back over to the dining table. Let’s do this thing.
A couple hours later and Wilbur texted you that sound check went well and they have an hour until the band went on.
Shit. You still have around 2 dozen more pages to do.
You quickly do the pages as fast, yet efficiently, as you can.
30 minutes.
You submit the work and close your laptop as you sprint to grab your coat and purse as fast as you can, lock the apartment up and drive to the place.
10 minutes.
You check your phone as you curse yourself for not finishing faster. You rush to the side of the building and open the door into the back rooms.
You rushed around trying to find then band until you ran into Jack.
“Jack! Where’s Wilbur?!” You said, out of breath and rushed.
“Oh uh! They’re already on stage I think. Why?” He asked looking at you concerned.
“No! No,no,no! He’s going to hate me.” You said looking at your watch.
1 minute.
Shit!
“Ok, thank you I’ll see you in a bit! I promise!” You yelled as you ran to the stage.
You say James and ran up to me as you heard “Concrete” start to play.
“Shit.” You said as you frowned.
“Y/n? Where have you been?” James asked you, knowing about the before show ritual. “Wilbur had a nervous break down and almost cancelled the show!” James explains to you.
“I know! I’m sorry! I’m not very happy either! I got caught up with work.” You explained as you looked at Wilbur.
He didn’t look as pumped up as usual. Don’t get me wrong, he still looked excited and thrilled! But there was something missing. He looked upset. To say the least. Disappointed. You couldn’t blame him. You promised. You never broke promises. And he doesn’t even know you’re here.
“Just surprise him afterwards. It’ll make him feel 10 time better. He’ll have his “after show” adrenaline.” You laughed. One thing you loved about Wilbur preforming was his after show adrenaline. He was like a bee. Buzzing all about the show. How much he loved it, how they all played good, what they could’ve done better and what he could’ve done better. He just always had something to add. And you loved it. You loved how he payed attention to the little things . To the minor details barely anyone would catch. That’s one of your favorite things about him.
After the show, you waited for the band to come off stage with James. As Mark came off first, he stopped in his tracks when he saw you, but quickly jogged up to you and hugged you with a smile. You didn’t really mind how sweaty they’d all be. You were used to it.
“Ah! You were here the whole time, weren’t ya?!” He asked you.
“Yeah! Well I came a little bit late but I was here! You guys did amazing like always!” You smiles at Mark as he got pushed to the side.
Joe.
“You almost made him cancel the show…..” he said while smiling. “But I swear we could all tell you were here. Damn you y/n! You have a radiating energy!” Joe said while hugging you. You laughed at him as he went back to the back with the others.
Ash hugged you and looked at you like he needed to talk to you later so you nodded and saluted to him as he laughed. He saluted back and walked off, doing the lovejoy handshake with you.
You looked up and saw Wilbur talking to some fans still. James patted you on the back and told you to follow him. “We’re going to act like we’re having a conversation and see if he notices you. I don’t know how this will play out.” James said as you followed him to the back room where everyone else was and took you into a corner and just started talking to you. About cats. Why cats?
“James are we really talking about cats right now?” You asked him as he looked behind you with a smile.
“Well. Your cat is coming up to you right now.”
“Wait, what do you MEAN!” You squealed the last word as someone picked you up and spun you around. Once you were on the ground you turned around and smiled up at the person. “Hi Wilbur.”
“Hi love. When in the hell did you get here?! I almost-“
“Cancelled the show, I know! And I’m sorry for not being here. I lost track of time and I’m so sorry because I’m always here and I always give you kiss before hand and it helps, at least I think it does, and I didn’t get to and you were probably so nervous and I suck-“
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence. You do not suck at being my partner! You were busy, I get that. If anything I should be mad at myself. I let you and everyone else think you had to be here. As much as it is very nice!” You both laughed. “I don’t need it. All I need, is to know that you’re cheering me, us, on. Don’t blame yourself please. I love you. So so much.” Wilbur finished as he leaned down and kissed you. He holds your waist as you lean up to meet his lips and deepen the kiss. As you ran your hands through his hair, his grip on you tightened as you both continued.
“Ok. Maybe not in the middle of the room where everyone can see you.” James said in a monotoned voice.
You both break part quickly and look at James. He had a smirk on his face as he winked at you both. “There’s a storage closet back there. I’m just saying.” He says as he walks off. You laugh as you look back over at Wilbur. He had a glint in his eye. It bordered on playful and deviant. Your face fell as you shook your head.
“Wilbur no!” You pleaded, but he was already pulling you towards the closet.
“Have fun love birds!” James yelled.
“Screw you!” You yelled back.
Wilbur opened the closet and pulled you inside. You looked at him with raised eyebrows. “So…. What are we doing in here?” You asked.
“One to get away from them. And 2, so I can do this without interruptions.” He smirked as he leaned down and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss as you pulled him down to meet his lips more.
Before anything could happen, there was banging on the door. “Never mind! It’s going to have to wait! We’re going out to eat!” James yelled.
Wilbur groaned as you laughed. As you both walked out you pulled Wilbur down by his collar and whispered in his ear. “Later love. I promise.” You said to him as you smirked at him and walked over to Aria.
Wilbur was just standing there with a smirk on his face.
“What happened?” James asked. “I need to know.”
Taglist: @deadphantomsociety @aimi-chann @jadeissues
#wilbur soot imagine#wilbur soot x reader#wilbur soot#wilbur dream smp#dsmp wilbur#wilbur x y/n#wilbur x reader#wilbur x you#wilbur mcyt#mcyt x reader#mcyt imagine#dsmp x reader#x reader#lilly writes
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do you have hc's about how the Polycule would save q!Phil from EK's possession?? Would they work on their own or work together?? these hc's are so good btw!!
I didn't at first but now that I sat down and thought about it, I have exploded. Enjoy.
Edit: This exploded so hard I'm now planning a 5+ chapter fic about it. So everyone stay tuned I guess. If you see me post an ao3 link sometime in the next week or two, you'll know what it is. I might also post the chapters as Tumblr posts for easier access for anyone who doesn't have ao3.
Previous qPhil headcanons
Ender King possessed Phil headcanons
Since you specified polycule, these will be Missa/Fit/Etoiles centric. However, the fic I'm writing will have guest appearances from Chayanne, Tallulah, Pac, and potentially some others. We'll see where it goes.
It seems impossible at first. He's. So. Strong. So merciless. So overwhelming. They know Phil would never forgive himself if it was his hands that hurt any of them. They can't afford to get close. They can't afford to be poisoned by the clouds of dragon's breath. They can't afford to be struck by his scythe or sword. They can't afford to be sniped by those eagle eyes. Phil would never forgive himself, and he's already so hard on himself.
They don't know what to do, they don't know what they CAN do. They have no choice but to back off, and let EK escape with Phil's body off to wherever the hell it is he'll hide out while he readjusts to having a physical form again and continues to further wrestle Phil into submission. Missa's absolutely inconsolable over it, Fit & Etoiles have to restrain him while EK dips for the sake of making sure Missa doesn't get himself killed. Fit is LIVID. Etoiles is equally pissed, but it comes out more as distress rather than rage.
Missa is overwhelmed by the idea of caring for Chayanne & Tallulah alone. Chayanne comes in clutch, he somehow snagged the stock of cookies from Phil's bag before EK took full control of him. Fit offers to look after them too, he just can't feed them. Ramon is already pulling out all the stops in an effort to comfort the two & is more than willing to let them sleep in his house. They all know Phil will be mortified that the two witnessed any of what happened.
Phil is missing for at least a week, maybe more. No one knows what EK is doing with his body. Their only solace is that Cucurucho & presumably the higher ranking feds are strong enough to prevent him from leaving the island. At least they know he's findable.
That doesn't make it easier. Knowing he's out there somewhere, trapped in his own mind, living his greatest fear every second they aren't helping him claw his way back into control of himself, potentially hurting people he cares about or doing things he'd never do with his own hands. It's unbearable.
Whenever it is that they finally find Phil, he's a shell. Thinner, paler, as gaunt as a corpse. Eyes purple and cruel, dark circles under them. Features sharper, somewhere between skeletal and draconic. Patches of his skin have blackened like char, some spots have cracked and look like they're bleeding purple. He looks like he's slowly becoming corrupted by crying obsidian. His wings are raised at all times, threatening. But they shake, unmistakably and visibly so. It's clear they're in so much pain, under so much strain. Has the Ender King been flying with Phil's damaged wings? Missa, Fit and Etoiles feel like they're staring at a ghost of their long-dead friend.
Phil's body is weak but the Ender King isn't. The fight, while more feasible now, is still hellish to pull off. It takes more gapples, potions, rezzing each other, and enough sets of armor broken for Etoiles to lament for a month, but eventually, after near-constant bombardment from three people (& a little "help" from a handful of mobs as things go on into the night. Which EK gets stronger during btw), the trio finally downs Ender King. Fit and Etoiles keep him pinned on his stomach while Missa desperately shoves potions and gapples down his throat like you would to cure a zombie villager. They have no idea if that's actually helping let alone doing anything at all. But how the fuck do you exorcise an evil deity from a mortal body?? They're grasping at straws.
Somehow, after trying every last thing that comes to mind (which is. A lot of desperate half-baked ideas bc they're pretty sure they're on a time limit & this is not the time to be elaborately plotting a solution), it turns out that soaking Phil in water like a drowned rat & forcing him to drink more water than any crow could dream of via hydrochecks is enough to overwhelm Ender King into giving up control of Phil's body.
During their scrambling for solutions, Etoiles very smoothly quips about how if only they had "Potion of Purge Ender King" btw, it gets a laugh out of Fit. And Missa, even through his hysterical crying because he is So Scared And Guilty about potentially hurting Phil right now. They needed the palette cleanser while doing something so grim and stressful.
Phil goes limp like a noodle as soon as EK gives him up. Missa fully panics thinking his husband just fucking died in all their arms until Reaper Brain kicks in and he realizes Phil's soul is still working, it's just extremely weak. Another witty remark from Etoiles about getting his shit together re-centers his focus.
Surprise! Phil's not unconscious though, just Extremely weak. And Ender King still isn't going down without a fight. Water hurts like a bitch but it isn't deadly. Not unless they risk drowning Phil. But now EK has been weakened enough that Phil starts to fight for control of himself for the first time in ages. It gets ugly.
Fit, arguably the physically strongest of them all, holds Phil hostage by the underarms while Missa and Etoiles keep desperately trying everything they can think of to keep making Phil purge EK from his system like an illness. Whatever is coming up is a disgusting viscous purple. Phil won't stop screaming. They can tell it's simultaneously Phil's pain and Ender King's rage.
And god is the process a long, torturous ordeal for everyone involved. Phil is very palpably in agony, Missa is a wreck, all 3 of them feel horribly guilty they're subjecting him to so much but it Has to be done. Fit's seen so much after living in the 2b2t Wastelands and even he's finding it hard to watch this.
By the end of it all, blood, sweat, tears, and vomit have been shed, and not just by Phil, in an effort to bring him back to his senses. They're all miserable, exhausted, and overwhelmed. They're not even entirely sure that EK has been "exorcised" completely, nor do they know how the Fuck to confirm that. And purging EK from Phil's body isn't where this stops either, but none of them can even think about what the recovery from this will be like.
Getting this far is only possible because they put all their strength together. No one would have stood a chance against the Ender King alone. Despite barely being conscious and looking convincingly half-dead, Phil is terrified he's hurt or killed someone he cares about as it is. Honestly, Missa, Fit & Etoiles are shocked it seemingly only took 3 people to take on an apparent god. This very much doesn't feel legit, Etoiles doesn't feel right saying gf yet. It feels like the fight isn't over.
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Fanart for chapter eight of @jackdaw-writes shigdabihawks fic, absolutely amazing, you should read it!
this is my first time ever drawing a character mha aside from Ochako, so if there a some inconsistencies sorry bout that.
Go support it!
#dabihawks fanfic#this art doesn’t have hawks but the fic does#shigaraki tomura#shigadabi#dabishiga#shigadabihawks#fanfiction#fanart#mha dabi
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I kinda want to write a fic with the theory/hc of Phil escaping from being kidnapped and being addicted to gapples like I know he's gonna stream tomorrow but I really like that concept
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grian has two hands and im tired of pretending he doesn't
chaos/clown/murder trio or mumscarian i have no clue about their ship name but i need more content of them
im writing a one shot where grian crashes and breaks his wing and the two of them help him out, like, scar helps heal the broken wing while mumbo preens them for him cause we all know he wont do it himself. also in a panic scar brings gapples, healing potions and so many elven cookies that there is enough to last them a week. they all have a cuddle pile in a makeshift nest in scars tree base since thats where grian crashed. tis very fluffy just the way i like it.
im spoiling the fic but oh well. i can tag people who want to be in the post when i eventually finish this one shot.
#mumscarian#scarian#grumbo#mumscar#is that their ship name?#hermitshipping#it can be romantic or platonic#honestly who the fuck cares#i cant even tell platonic and romantic apart#just silly little guys in a silly little minecraft server#there he goes. reece is abusing tumblr tags again#at least im not main tagging#reece rambles#all my posts should be tagged that lmao
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yoooo I completely forgot you were a writer!! I keep meaning to ask about your works and I keep forgetting (I'm so sorry)!!
What do you like to write? And... hypothetically, if I were to read something of yours and leave a very healthy comment, where should I start?
Oh, I mainly write dsmp and bnha fanfic, no shipping for the most part, though I have tried that out recently. I do have some fics in other fandoms (and some original works) but yeah.
I mainly write oneshots, with a few multichap fics here and there. Sci-fi and fantasy. I have some canon-compliant ones, but most are AUs you don't need much lore knowledge to understand.
As for where to start, hard to say? If you tell me what you enjoy I might be able to find a good work to start with, but that's up to you. In general, there are no works I dislike, so whichever works! And I love comments that pick up on any detail in my writing :))
Here's the link to my account:
Thank you for asking!!! I love my writing, and I have some works I'm really proud of :)
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Not the 'let's contact a goddess' 💀💀💀 who. Who proposed the idea. I'm glad Phils having fun with this ,,,
also funfact it makes sense for her to be the goddess of death! In polish every word is gendered and death is a feminine word (which is actually pretty uncommon compared to other languages) :) and the old slavic god of death is a woman too!! Marzanna my beloved.
The fact that Dream goes to techno to get help. No breaks for techno in this au he's the one burdened with everything
wait you're right her being the goddess of death does make perfect sense!!! it's all coming together..
techno is caught in the middle of everything tbh.. wilbur's trying to enlist his help in finding the missing journal pages + figuring out who the anonymous sender of letters is, dream is going to techno for help writing said letters, and half the server thinks techno is also a part of this "big bad plan" whilst the other half are trying to get his help in preparing for.. whatever they're convinced wilbur & dream have planned.
it also does not help that techno just caught tommy trying to steal all of his gapples in some attempt at summoning a goddess that he found in some musty old book that most certainly won't work
niki is also one of the few people who knows what's going on, but, unlike techno, she's actually very at peace (dream does come to her for help in baking a recipe at some point, but that's about the most she's bothered, and she's happy to help) (also, despite the utter chaos the server has been thrown in, it's somehow also the most peaceful it's been in a while—no one's stabbing each other or burning down people's things, so the chaos is more funny than anything else).
#also it is not actually that hard to contact the goddess of death#but no one thinks to ask phil lmao#stella answers#karo sioster
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I can’t believe it’s been a year, and I also can’t believe it’s finished.
So I guess I’m two days late posting this, but it was the night of the 30th that I realized that was the anniversary and not July first. So I only had the time to finally finish it last night. Close enough.
A year ago now we all were given the news of Technoblade’s passing, and a few days afterwards I got the idea to build something for him in my own solo survival world. Over the last year I’ve been slowly on-and-off working on it, and as it took so long to become how I wanted, I decided to get it finished by the first anniversary and share it with everyone then.
(View of the front and reverse)
(View of the front and reverse)
I first had the idea of a small hollowed out cave with dark oak trees at the entrance and a decorated room inside, and I then chose a small cove along the coast that my base is on. There, I first drained out the water and started building into the land.
Between several design changes and resource trips; making the trees and roof by hand when I realized it was too cramped to grow them; a creeper falling out of the fucking sky to not only destroy a double chest full of supplies and the entire entrance, but also give me (what I believe was) my first death in the world’s history; the painstaking process of sand-draining as well as some very long decoration-hunting; terraforming the cove to make it look more natural; and finally finding all of the quotes I wanted to put in, this has been quite the build. Don’t let the small size fool you.
While this is my survival world, I like to think of it as a work of art that is forever in the making (mostly because that’s how I keep myself from abandoning every project. look I swear now that this is finished I’ll get to the barn.) so while the glass path may look slightly awkward (and I may make it better at a far later date), the rest of it fits right in perfectly, as it will for the rest of the world’s existence. I’m incredibly happy with how it turned out and I hope you guys do too. Below and in the reblogs are all the photos I took, so if you reblog this yourself please do so with the version with all of the pictures.
GG Alex, take this as a humble gapple in your eternal duel with god.
Also, I’d like to think that he’d approve of the fact that several impromptu chicken murders were committed in the creation of this monument.
Also also, sorry for the light glares in most of the photos, I couldn’t avoid it.
The entrance:
(the front of my base is on the other side of the mountain, built into the entire thing)
Left and right walls:
I knew from the beginning that I wanted to add quotes on the walls. What I ended up doing was make a book filled with all of the other good ones I collected, and all the space I had for signs on the walls was used to write out my favorite of all of Techno’s quotes, aka the Skyblock monologue. (Which SAD-ist also animated as their own tribute to him.)
There are more photos, but due to Tumblr’s limit they will all be in the next couple reblogs.
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Oughhhhhh zg Im trying to come up with a gimmick for a soulmate au do you have thoughts..
I'm thinking maybe shared scarring [soulmate has marks wherever their other has scars, like patches of skin without pigment] but maybe it's too obvious what think
[for a silly little QPR bench fic I'm writing after Silver Dagger..]
- Gapple
RAZES HAND * silly little thought but…..basically you catch glimpses of your soulmate like a ghost but always in the corner of your eye! It could be from any time in their life future past present but you can only ever catch glimpses little bits of them maybe if you stare in the mirror you see their hand on your shoulder for a minute but always just out of your reach and maybe when you go to bed for a second you feel them holding onto your waist and it’s so warm and comforting but suddenly the comfort and warmth is gone before you can blink you hold out your hands hoping to have them taken by someone who’s not truly there at least not yet
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heres a little comic of a scene i drew from my AU thinga that i cant seem to write but i can draw for some reason
transcript because my handwriting is god awful:
Image 1: Post Dre Death. Tommy: You were s’posed to tell me your plan, Ghostbur.
Ghostbur: To be fair, I wasn’t anticipating it. But he hurt you.
Tommy: He does it all the time anyway, why’s it matter this time?
Ghostbur: I dunno, but who cares? We don’t to go back to him anymore!
Tommy: He still has more LIVES, Ghostbur! He’s gonna come back and look for me, then what do you want me to do?!
-Uhh theres a skip here. basically before this scene ghostbur impulsively takes one of dreams lives after dream hits tommy really hard. tommy goes into shock and while hes kind of catatonic ghostbur drags him in the direction of technos house. tommy calms down for a bit and then this scene happens, and then the next page is from when theyve made it to technos-
Techno: So wat brings you Ghostbur?
Ghostbur: What about Tommy?
Techno: Oh, he’s actually here? I thought that was just another gapple-induced hallucination.
Tommy: What the fok??
Techno: Welcome back to the land of the living, Tommy.
Tommy: I wasn’t dead.
Techno: Wait, really? ‘Cuz Dream told us you were a goner.
Tommy. Yeah, well, Dream’s a fuckin’ liar, isn’ he?
Techno: So where’ve you been all these years, then?
Tommy: First off, it’s been a year. And second, i’s none of yawr god damn business, INNIT?
Techno: Woah, chill. Was just curious.
Techno (to Ghostbur): *loud whispering* Why do you hang out with this guy, Ghostbur?
Tommy: Bruh, what the fuck. Wateva. Dos’n matter.
Tommy (leaving): N e way thx 4 tha tea, Te’no, but we’ll be going now!
Ghostbur: Wait, Tommy! We can’t leave yet!
Tommy: Ok, I’ll just leave you here then. Cya, Wil.
Ghostbur: Wait, thas not wot i ment!
Tommy: You’re either with me or you’re nat, Ghostbur. Make u’ yoor mind.
Techno: Just leave ‘em, Ghostbur. We got catching up to do anyway, don’t we?
Ghostbur: Wait, but Tommy—… I’m sorry Techno, I’ll come back later, but I have to stay with him.
Techno (shrugs): Suit yourself.
Techno: *whisper* Glad to have you back, Tommy.
(Meanwhile)
Tommy, holding a pack of cigs: Ah. shit. i’m almost out. *puts them back in his pocket after lighting one*
Ghostbur: Hi, Tommy! Where are we going?
Tommy: We gotta sneak into the mainlands again. Im outta cigs.
Ghostbur: but they’re bad for you, remember? and what about Dream!
Tommy: It’s fine, man. Dream’s at Logst—
Tommy: Dream is dead.
Tommy: D-Dream is… dead. Oh fuck, oh FUCK.
Tommy: I cawn’t believe I fucken fergot! Shit, shit, shit!
Ghostbur: Wait, Tom, no, I’m sorry!
Tommy: Its ok, um. We’ll figure this out. We can’t go to the mainland… he’ll see us.
Tommy: I can live off 3 cigarettes. I’ll ration ‘em.
Ghostbur: Are u sure you can go that long?
Tommy: absolutely fucking not, Ghostbur. but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
(end.)
#doodles#ask to tag#dsmp#dream smp#I just realized youcan see my nails Umm haha dont look at them ^_^ik theyre bad#Anywyays
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Phil: 1, 6, 9, 13, and 19
Techno: 5, 17, 20, and 32
Wilbur: 2, 5, 12, 19, and 29
Philza:
1. Canon I outright reject
I... don't think there is anything I outright reject. I mean, if the emduo betrayal had ended up happened, I'd reject that. But that didn't happen. So I guess this is a rare instance of we're all good.
6. Worst personality trait
what are we even talking about he is literally the Perfect Man. having said that him and his entire bloodline could learn to communicate. Not that I'm complaining too much. After all, most of my Phil whump projects rely on Angst and No Communication
9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character
Gonna be honest, it was the birb-ness that first drew me in. And after that I lingered a little while on the "he's okay, I guess" area before falling hard and fast into favorite character territory. I honestly don't know when the shift was made tho, maybe after just seeing more of him?
13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done
probably has semi-intentionally cut off an extremity before as a result of sheer curiosity.
19. Vices/bad habits
I mean, this man has plenty. in the seen canon we know this man does not deal with Anything. Master of repression. Also the whole food thing. If we carry over from the OSMP then we get the gapple thing. If we carry over from Birbness then he probably has self-maiming issues when under enough stress. I could go on.
Technoblade:
5. Best personality trait
He's a Cat Dad but for All the Animals.
17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them
Through the Valley by Shawn James. If you haven't heard it, go look it up right now. And, of course, the usual things, Voices (the song), the word "orphan." Will never forget that Technoblade Never Dies
20. Scars
I, like most of the fandom, headcanon the face scars that I *think* were popularized by WolfytheWitch. But actually I'm not the hugest fan of the "golden scars on his head from the Butcher Army thing" trope. Idk why. I also generally hc that this man barely has an inch of untouched skin left after all the years. I tend to mix and match when writing for whatever is relevant.
32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh
The Baby Animals part of Spring. Camping out in a field with newborn lambs is form of self-care i don't make the rules.
Wilbur Soot:
2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on
When Wilbur said he was a "teen parent" he was talking about Tommy and Tubbo, and not Fundy. I have a whole thing about this but basically Wilbur has been looking out for clingyduo since they were young children
5. Best personality trait
He definitely cares. A bit too much oftentimes, a somtimes a bit too far, but at least he does care.
12. Crack headcanon
Godly powers/abilities/outward appearance/etc. skips a generation. Wilbur is as Normal as it gets. EXCEPT. if you put his dna under as microscope you wouldn't be able to identify that you even were looking at anything. Man doesn't have anything humans in his genetic code.
19. Vices/bad habits
This man is the embodiment of a bad habit. He probably has all of them. He smokes. He probably has done drugs habitually. He picks his skin. He bites his fingernails. He doesn't keep track of health or hygiene. he can't communicate. He's a habitual lier. I can go on.
29. Eating habits
not healthy in anyway. He just eats whatever's around. He's had scurvy at least three times.
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Could I mayhaps have some hc!philza headcanons? Could be him in his hardcore, or how his time in hardcorr affects him now maybe? :D
OUGH YES.
So these will be operating off the theory that qPhil is hcPhil with his memory fucked up by the Federation. I'm gonna aim for "pre island, this is how qPhil was" but we'll see what happens as I actually write these LOL
What if I call these Pre-Dilf Edition in the masterlist SKFJSKFJSKFHF
10/10 would read the hardcore deity set I did recently to go with these :D
qPhil headcanons masterlist
He either had a flawless sleep schedule (early to bed early to rise ass mf) or no sleep schedule at all (spending 3+ nights hyperfocused on smth). It made for a very loopy Phil sometimes, which his murder of crows very much enjoyed
This man can fit so much joy and whimsy in him. Everything is awesome, everything is a breathtaking work of art and everything is decades of rich history to uncover. He loves life, he loves the passage of time, he loves teaching the murder about what he finds & restores
That's his main hobby besides being a survivalist, restoration and an informal form of archiving. He sketches the builds, takes notes on the deities, adds his own little touches to each place to make it a little prettier
He could fly for hours. Sometimes he'd fly aimlessly into late into the night, too immersed in sight-seeing and chatting with the murder
He had little altars in Flowerfall, Nether Void & Greater Spawn Islands for OO, BE, and Rose respectively. He'd leave little shiny things, trinkets that made him think of them, offerings like cooked fish or blaze rods or flowers in little offering bowls. Just as a nice, more direct way of giving them thanks for creating something so beautiful and allowing him to restore it to its former glory
He fucking loves swimming and fishing and hanging out at Endlantis, he'd just very aggressively avoid the cave that is EK's tomb. It was extremely haunted, he never got good vibes down there
He sometimes considers making his own remarkable build as a sort of "I was here, I too am a mark upon this history" but looks at his house and is like "mmmmbetter not" (he's an idiot, he could 100% build something cool, just probably not on the scale of the builds the gods have created. He'd probably create it for Goddess of Death, not even himself 💀)
Obligatory gapple addiction mention. It didn't start because of the murder, but he definitely used them as an excuse to further indulge once he started devoting eating one to the crows who'd been in the murder for a year. He never really had a reason to quit, or worry about the addiction, so he never experienced negative effects from it. Gapples aren't exactly harmful, just.. tinged with just enough magic to infect the brain. (He never experienced withdrawal misery on QI bc the Feds wiped his memory so his body had no idea it should be having a bitch fit =) )
Semi-related, he loved the days where he and the murder lacked the motivation and focus to do restoration things so they'd just fuck off in a random direction for ages and go on loot sprees. Nothing more exciting than hunting for more god apples :D
He started out liking fishing. The murder got too obsessed and it became the bane of his existence. But he loves the murder, so he does it anyway. Besides, he wouldn't trade chill talks with them for the world. :')
Btw he doesn't know this but it was equal parts the Ender King & the Feds ripping rifts between the universes that got him caught and taken to QI. EK didn't plan for that to happen, he just wanted to escape to a new reality to find a vessel to come back to power. Which is why once Phil was on the island, EK went "Fuck it, I'll use that asshole since he's not only compatible, but from the same plane of existence"
Mobs never scared him much (except Enderman) despite the fact that they were very dangerous and he's a survivalist. He was practically a mob whisperer, it's how he trapped trophy ones, made certain farms and why he was 99% fearless when farming charged creepers. QI has so many mobs he's never seen in his life that his chill instincts are suddenly like AAAWTFWTF
He never felt truly alone despite being the only humanoid. He felt like Rose was always with him, very rarely OO, and the murder ofc. He could understand them and he'd talk to them all day every day. Not only that, he had pets like Pog and Champ and there were quite a few times he'd humanize inanimate objects, which scientifically helps keep you sane in isolation such as survival. He always felt like he had Something to socialize with
That said, he IS still a bit weird socially on the island. Socializing with humans is way different than crows, other animals, gods, and objects.
Btw Ian is God of Chaos (a lesser god like Goddess of Death) and other mods like Birder, D3 & Wolfy are notably larger or perhaps a different species of corvid that hang out among the murder :D
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🌹 snippet of the assassins creed ctommy au ur writing please ❤️❤️❤️
Phil hardly notices Tommy for a moment, patting his pockets and muttering something about Gapples, but he lifts his head just enough to take sight of Tommy. There’s a bit of shock, then a smile as warm as the hearth in Technoblade’s cabin. Phil was always good with smiles, even if sometimes they were laid with gunpowder. Tommy almost finds comfort in that, though. Wilbur’s are too.
Before Phil can get a word in, Tommy begins a tirade of, “Phil, I am so fucking cold. Why do you live in a tundra? To spite me? Because you hate war veterans? Or just orphans? What else do you hate, you heartless prick?”
Phil’s smile becomes just a bit weary. “You here to visit?”
“Maybe,” he answers with a shrug. He still sort of wants to run. To curb that impulse, Tommy replaces it with another. He pushes past Phil, letting himself into the little cabin. He can’t run away from Phil. Not when Phil’s the only fucker in the world who can answer the question Tommy hardly wants to ask but desperately needs to know the answer to. Did Wilbur trick me again?
As Tommy sifts through Phil’s chests, he ignores Phil’s squawk of indignance to ask, “You got bread?” He looks back and Phil has his hands on his hips and is leveling Tommy with that annoying mad dad stare Tommy got more than e-fucking-nough of from Wilbur during L’manburg. Just on the silly side of desperate, Tommy exclaims, “I’m starving, Phil, practically dead already! Walking corpse shambling into your home, begging for a measly piece of bread.” There’s even some truth to it… It’s mostly truth, actually, now that he takes a look at his inventory. He’s got no food, three hearts, and about five bars of hunger. With a nervous laugh, he says, “Maybe even toss half a stack my way, hm? Old pals and all.”
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#asks#cllings#this is like an assassin au if tommy was an assassin and wilbur went to assassin utah and made him sad
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