Something something qsmp Philza something something uncanny valley something something.
its… like looking at a faded greyscale photograph of a nuclear mushroom, a worn ruin of an ancient temple, the desiccated skeleton of an old god. he’s immortal yet he’s fragile he’s a powerhouse and he’s suffering he’s broken and yet terrifying. The masks were a new identity for most of Bolas, a fresh and bloody start. They’d never seen them before. Phil wore his like an old glove.
it’s like looking at a thousand different pictures of the same man sketched on layered tracing paper with the light of an old red sun shining through them. Shift them one way, and he’s a father surrounded by a flock of children and crows. Peel a few back and he’s human with fresh dirt under his fingernails. Turn a few over, and the charcoal lines coalesce into feathers and limbs and eyes and bloodstains and-
He’s an angel. He fell so long ago we do not have the words to tell the time. He picks flowers for his kids. He guts his friends unthinkingly. He hides his wings from half the server. He shredded them to get tubbo out alive. He says he’s human. He perches when he’s nervous. He’s nobody’s father. He’s everybody’s father. He’s older than the sun and stars. He’s young enough to care, and that’s tragic. He lost his family and gained two children. We do not know how much he can remember. we do not know how much he’d want to remember.
The last time he raised a son he killed him. Or was that a different universe? Does it matter? It’s still the same man. It’s still the same wings. It’s still the same hands.
He’s an odd thing, qsmp Philza. That’s all.
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Rewatching the VegasPete pool scene again cos I love to suffer and I still wanna gif every moment of it haha but Pete looking all offended when Vegas asks him if someone else could feed him and the betrayal on Petes face like Vegas you fuckn cunt you made me be like this, you made me hunger for you like this and now you dare to starve me, you dare to deny me my food I’m gonna fuckn kill you myself if you’re not gonna feed me now.
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HighschoolAU - nerd!Levi/loner!Levi headcanons
☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x gn!Reader
☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff
He walks around with ttrpg books that he knows front and back
People ignore him because they think he’s rude and weird
You’re the new kid and are automatically drawn to Hange’s loud nature and become fast best friends with them
You both share a homeroom with Levi
Levi sits in the back of the classroom with his head in a book at all times, mostly different modules, manuals, and guides
You find it odd that no one ever hangs around him
You ask Hange why and they just shrug their shoulders telling you he was callous
He’s only ever kept to himself but he was never mean to you
One day you peak over to see him working on a character sheet for D&D specifically
“Whatcha working on?” you ask as you lean over into his space
He’s visibly uncomfortable obviously
Levi’s eyes narrow at you before mumbling something about d&d
You’ve never heard about it before, so you ask him
He turns away and doesn’t say anything to you and the bell rings
The next day you see him doing the same thing so you ask him again
It takes a few days of asking but finally he eyes you suspiciously and when you don’t say anything or leave he slowly starts opening up about it
He talks about it until the bell rings, by then his face and eyes are lit up like Christmas lights
The day after that you ask him about it again and the same thing happens, he talks about it in depth about his favorite classes and monsters and what kind of weapons he finds are the best
This continues for a week or so
Even Hange has joined in the conversation much to his disdain but you can tell he secretly enjoys it
“Really, four eyes?”
You both start eating lunch with him and you find out he has a thing for videogames and weirdly enough, cleaning
One Friday afternoon after classes about a month later, the three of you are about to part ways but he is visibly distressed and fidgeting with the strap of his messenger bag
“Levi what’s wrong?”
“I wondered if you’d be interested in starting a campaign with me?”
His cheeks are flushed and he’s so not enjoying this moment right now
You say yes so fast that it doesn’t register to him right away
He doesn’t give it away but he’s extremely happy
He attempts to DM once and finds out he hates it
Hange ends up being the DM and loves it (they get pretty sadistic with the monsters they choose)(also their tactical brain? It’s perfect)
Hange and Levi become closer because they borrow his books so they can read up so they know what they're doing
Levi plays a fighter with a samurai subclass
Eventually Hange’s other friends (Erwin, Miche, Nanaba, Moblit, Onyankopon, etc) get wind of this and want to join too because of Hange’s antics makes the game so much more fun
You sit next to Levi every other week when you meet up at Hange’s house
Levi won’t say it but he’s amazed at how full his life has become because of you taking time to talk to him
“Are you okay Levi?” You whisper to him while Hange’s setting up a battlemap with a dragon (literally what the fuck Hange)
“Yeah, I think I am.” He whispers back as he stares at you with a small smile.
☾ AN: Okay listen I'm going to finish March soon I promise but I was going feral at the prospect of Levi playing a ttrpg and I wanted to actually write a fic for it but I settled for an HC instead DON'T @ ME. I love nerd Levi and I WILL be revisiting this at a later date k thanks love y'all bye
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For your Amy Pond Unrelated Media Universe efforts:
The Stolen Child by W. B. Yeats
2. Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath
Mad Girl's Love Song is literally THE Amy Pond poem... I fancied you'd return the way you said/I should have loved a Thunderbird instead; at least when spring comes they roar back again... The red/blue symbolism. AMY!
(I think I made you up inside my head was my blog title at some point actually djdjdjdjdjdjd)
Gosh the Yeats one... while the world is full of troubles and anxious in its sleep
I also think Rimbaud is an Amy poet for multiple reasons, but especially because... Ophelia!!!! Rimbaud's Ophélie!!!
*screams*
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