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craftycalico · 4 months
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You know I think it’s crazy that in hardcore vs dream smp vs qsmp, the only place where Phil actually built himself a home for HIM and not for storage or for someone else who needed/wanted it more was the Dream SMP when he lived with Techno.
The house on the qsmp is for the kids. The only part that was his, he tore down yesterday for Tallulah to have more space in her room. He doesn’t use the dirt house shed at all
In hardcore he is a nomad. He has a sleeping bag and goes to a random place to sleep every night until he logs off. His only base is storage, not a home.
The dream smp cabin was built so he wouldn’t keep having to stay in Techno’s house. He built machines in there but it was more of a home than the other places.
How strange is it that the only time he builds for himself is when he doesn’t want to infringe on other’s space? I find it fascinating that even in “selfish” builds, Phil’s characters still build or tear down things for other people, regardless of if they asked him to or not. It’s all practicality and sacrifice, but I have to wonder, now on the qsmp where we see this again. Does q!Phil even think he deserves a home or place for himself? Not just a place that is storage, not just a machine, not just something to avoid infringing on other people’s space (who haven’t complained). A building truly made with himself and only himself in mind.
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sherpaherp · 7 months
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IT JUST HIT ME HOW FUCKING SAD Q!PHILZA DREAMING ABOUT HARDCORE IS
HE WAS DREAMING OF HIS HOMELAND HE COULDN'T GET BACK TO
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paused-waterfall · 4 months
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Can I gush about some connections between hc!Philza and q!Philza that we saw on display today? Not all the god lore, nothing nearly that important. I wanna gush about Phil's love of exploration.
(This was definitely inspired by @greaterspawnislands' post about hc!Phil, which solidified for me a bunch of things I'd half-noticed from watching some of the Hardcore series.)
So, cc!Philza's playstyle in Hardcore and QSMP are radically different. Most of Phil's time in HC is spent working on giant builds over the course of months, interspersed with fishing and zoomies breaks around his existing builds. He spawnproofs all areas that he spends time in so meticulously that you might almost forget he's not in peaceful mode, and he doesn't venture outside his established projects very often.
Meanwhile, on QSMP, Phil is constantly fighting mobs and exploring new chunks. And, of course, hanging out with other people. But underneath the extremely different mechanics, cc!Phil is actually choosing to express the same genre. hc!Philza's story isn't about building; it's about discovering the creations of the gods that inhabited the world before him. Both q!Phil and hc!Phil absolutely love exploring, documenting, and preserving their worlds.
And then we get to today. And there's a bunch of important lore stuff yeah yeah yeah but what about the OCEAN MONUMENT? The silly little outing meant to pass time and maybe blow off some steam. In which Phil did exactly what he has always loved to do in HC: He explored a majestic piece of architecture, of history, and found a way to return a bit of its former glory. But there was one huge difference between this expedition and those of Hardcore: Fit was there.
In QSMP, time and time again, we've seen Phil carefully pick people to bring to his discoveries. When he finds something incredible, he decides which of his closest friends and family would like it the most, and gifts control of the expedition to them. It's just such a wonderful little evolution of his exploration practices in Hardcore, and every time I see it happen, it makes me smile.
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birdaboos · 1 year
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[rambling abt phil and constellations]
because i cant draw atm, i'll compensate my need to post on tumblr daily with my rambles
today's song that i highly correlate w c!Phil and hc!Phil is dun duNNN.... constellations by the oh hellos (wolfy thanks for the reminder HAHAHAH)
Constellations is a song that may or may not be that realization that what we do in this world ultimately is nothing but a dot in the sky. as people, we naturally gravitate to find a purpose - be it personal or for the greater good. for someone like c!phil and hc!phil, who has a long life (don't die old man), its quite easy to forget what we've done. intentions become habit, habit becomes automatic. when you're in that position, meanings of actions are easily forgotten. but, what i also associate with old characters is... well, they're wise. when you have time under your hand, hindsight is not a luxury. pondering is bound to happen, and hindsight is not that hard to do. constellations word's this perfectly in its chorus:
'Cause like constellations a million years away Every good intention, every good intention Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array Looking for the faces Looking for the shapes in the silence
c!phil and hc!phil are not just people willing to exist. they're people that do not act irrationally, they have a reason with what they do. c!phil's apparent inaction are not that of hesitation, but they're of immense trust of his friend's capability. hc!phil is not irrational with his actions because he treasures his time with the world. their actions may seem wayward and often hard to accept - but they're rooted in experience and belief. if their actions were stars, they would seem random, but if you know how to look, they form constellations with forms that only will come to you if you know what they mean. its kind of like how most of us phil enjoyers see why he is like that when a majority of other fans cannot see. they do not see the interpolation of actions that form c!phil's character - and it is impossible for them to see the beauty in this character they refuse to see properly.
the next stanza i think is more c!phil than hc!phil but let me add it: Like constellations imploding in the night Everything is turning, everything is turning The shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light And everything you thought you knew Will fall apart, but you'll be all right
remember when i said c!phil is wise? this last stanza is what i think how he views his place. with his understanding of the world, he understands that everything he knows is always changing, may he like it or not. he is painfully aware of how things will never sway in his favor, because people change, and he has no way to control that. he knows that it will fall apart - like his son, the nations, (and for hc!phil, the world he comes to love) - and when it happens, there is little he can do.
but he also knows, that it will be alright. even when the world crumbles, when his family starts to rip itself in the seams, it will all turn out alright. the world works in its mysterious ways, and c!phil lets it happen, and he just learns to shape his own experiences to become constellations within his memories that he knows will continue to remain, even when the world around him starts to become blank. he will persist, like the constellations of the dark.
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redyrmes · 4 days
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phil but from a colour generator thingy i found
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cloudster-clown · 2 months
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he's ranting about the twilight series
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gremnda · 2 months
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twitter doodle requests :]
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notimeforlaugh · 4 months
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once I promised phil as a tourist dad
here he is
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poraphia · 8 months
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“PDA: Public Displays of Affection”
pairing • secret relationship!wilbur x reader 1448 words • 9.1.23 containing • secret relationship, sorry boys production, immense affection my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr
“We’re about to film a new Sorry video. Want to give me a good luck kiss first?”
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There’s one thing about Tom Simons that everybody knows the moment you click on one of his videos.
Some viewers may find him annoying at first,
And frankly, it’s not like he’s wrong.
After Wilbur and I started dating we came to an agreement to keep our relationship a secret. There were a multitude of reasons for this. For one, we wanted to enjoy the relationship for ourselves and because of Wilbur’s music and streaming career, it would have been impossible to relish in such when there are hundreds of thousands of eyes on you. This leads to our next reason. Most of Wilbur’s friends are streamers, vloggers, gamers, you name it. That being said, most of the time we find cameras on us already. So, in order to keep up with our special secret, we tell our friends that we’re not dating so that it’s a much easier job keeping it on the down low.
So what happens when a younger boy who considers himself Wilbur’s brother constantly sees a woman constantly with Wilbur? Well, you’ll see for yourself.
I’m known to be Wilbur’s co-filmer and editor in his fanbase, meaning that even if we weren’t dating, I had to be constantly around him to help out with video planning and creating a digital diary as he was on tour. This week his friends were all coming to Brighton to shoot Chapter 2 for their Sorry! improv group.
It was the morning of, and I was met by the familiar, warming embrace of his arms slithering around my body. I scoot back a little bit, feeling his heartbeat steadily beat against my back. “Hey, are you awake?” He groggled out in a raspy morning face. I hummed in response, taking one of his hands to kiss the center of his palm. He pulled me closer to his chest as the fabric beneath us crinkled.
“I’m so sleepy…” I mumbled. With his hand, Wilbur smoothed my cheek, caressing my skin. I melted in his touch.
“I know, but we have to get up soon, darling,” He whispered. Gently, with his arm still wrapped around me, he sat us up in the bed. The morning sun peaked through the slightly open blinds, decorating our skin with streaks of light. He buried his face into the crook of my neck as the drowsiness slowly drained from me. His arms kept firmly around my torso, holding me as close as he could. Once we felt ready to get out of bed, we walked into the kitchen as I prepared a quick breakfast for the both of us.
“Do you want strawberry parfait for breakfast, my love?” I asked, looking inside the fridge.
“Yes, please.” He smiled. I nodded before grabbing the container of syrupy strawberries and Greek yogurt. Wilbur went inside the pantry to find the box of graham crackers. After he finished crushing them, he noticed me standing on my tippy toes to reach for the two glasses on the highest shelf. With a cheeky smirk, he walked behind me and lifted me up by the waist, earning a slight eep of surprise. Nonetheless, I was able to reach the glasses before he placed me back down with my feet touching the cold tile floor. I turned around, awarding him with a quick peck on the chin, before continuing on making our breakfast.
Sometimes, it was painful keeping this a secret, but I think it’s what makes moments like these more special.
Once we finished our breakfast and got dressed, we met up with the rest of the guys at a park in Brighton. Today’s film idea was to run a hotdog van of some kind, but instead, call them burgers. Honestly, don’t ask me, it was the guys’ idea. Most of the guys carpooled to the location, whereas Wilbur and I decided to take our own car. After some time walking to the park, we were both ambushed by Tommy and Charlie, who were already flopping around in hotdog costumes.
“WILBUR! (Y/N)! MY FRIENDS!” Tommy exclaimed, hugging the two of us. Wilbur pulled Tommy to the side, almost putting him in a headlock as they shared their own brotherly love. I hugged Charlie before stepping back to examine his outfit.
“You look… Meaty. You been working out?” I joked. He grinned before flexing one of his arms.
“Ah, so you’ve noticed my meaty and tender gains I see! I’ve been working on these babies just for this exact moment.” He said pridefully. Charlie flexed one of his muscles before kissing his bicep. I rolled my eyes before we both trailed back to the rest of the group. I greeted the rest of the team and even hugged Kristen to catch up with her since we last saw each other. Tommy and Wilbur then ran up to the group promptly as Russ explained exactly how the food truck was going to work. After some careful instructions, the film crew, which involved me, were told who was to record what. Per usual, I was directed to film Wilbur’s shenanigans.
“Alright, is everyone ready?” Russ asked, looking up from his clipboard. Everyone exclaimed their noises of agreement. I looked over to Will, who I noticed was patting down his pockets for something.
“Will, you okay?” Phil asked as he adjusted the scarf around his neck.
“Yeah, I just— I think I left my wallet. Uhh (y/n) can you come with me? It’s probably in the car.” He said, looking over to me.
“Oh— Yeah, sure.” I handed my camera to Russ in the meantime before walking with Wilbur to the car. I kept my hands in my pockets in the meantime to resist the urge to walk with fingers intertwined. It was far too dangerous now.
Once we made it to the car, I reached into my pocket to unlock it, but in return Wilbur just stood there, smiling at me. I tilted my head, a bit confused.
“Weren’t you going to go look for your wallet?” I asked. Instead, Will leaned on the car, smiling down at me with his chef’s hat a bit lopsided and his arms crossed.
“I actually did have my wallet. I just wanted to have a good luck kiss before we started filming.” He smiled. I rolled my eyes before grabbing him by the shirt collar so that he was now at my height.
“You know you can be annoying sometimes.” I scoffed, but a wide smile was plastered all over my face.
“I know. I just miss you.”
I placed a quick peck on his lips, but before I could pull away, Wilbur held me gently by the neck to keep me in place. Slowly, I felt my body melting by the touch of his soft lips as butterflies danced on my skin. I wrapped my arms around his neck, moving me closer to him. Tiny droplets soon started to drizzle down on us, but we weren’t leaving each other's lips anytime soon. That was until someone caught us.
“Wilbur? (y/n)? Guys it’s starting to rain and— OH MY GOD!”
We both immediately pushed each other away, only to meet with the shocked face of Tommy standing paralyzed in his hot dog outfit.
“OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE DATING! I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT—”
“I— Uh— Tommy—!” I was rendered speechless as the poor boy rapidly glanced at the both of us. Wilbur ended up breaking the standstill as he walked up to Tommy, placing two hands firmly at his shoulders.
“Yes, me and (y/n) are dating.” He said firmly. “You’re not going to tell anyone, my boiled hotdog boy, alright?” All Tommy could do was nod in response, his mouth still open ajar. Wilbur patted him on the back before heading in the direction of the food truck. I jogged over to Tommy, shaking his shoulder a bit to snap him out of his thoughts. He turned to look at me, a hand running through his hair. I shrugged, a half-apologetic smile on my face before we both walked back to the park.
“To be fair, the reason I was so shocked was because last month I tried to set you two up on a date.” Tommy mentioned nonchalantly, playing with his fingers as he walked.
I chuckled a little bit. “That’s kind of funny—” until the realization hit. “WAIT HUH?”
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a / n ~ thought this was cute so I jotted it down like a couple mins before waking up lolol. Reblogs and likes are super appreciated mwahh
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mailb0xbunii · 11 months
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q!kristin is canon to ME .
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sherpaherp · 7 months
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"The Hardcore World is Q!Phil dreaming"
While that's canon,I don't think that means that the hardcore world doesn't exist. I think Q!Phil is dreaming of his homeland. It's not just a world he made up in his head
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time-is-restored · 5 months
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anyone else thinking about how us crows canonically reacted to that diorama in the aquarium? like. imagine being q!phil, desparately trying to convince himself that none of this is happening and his dreams are just dreams... while all of the crows surrounding you are going NUTS
vocalising, ruffling their feathers, flapping their wings - immediately and viscerally reacting to all of the trappings of endlantis and the king.
im just. can you even imagine trying to process that. imagine ur kid wakes up and can't see any of the shit that's driving you + ur entire murder to hysterics, even when they're all Clearly reacting to... something in the aquarium. imagine phil trying to say he's fine and that he just needs air while the crows are fucking RIOTING.
we knew + were shouting abt the king and endlantis LONG before q!phil was able to acknowledge it. and the dissonance of that is just,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, OGH!
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owllooker · 9 months
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Family
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rakkuntoast · 28 days
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they are just hanging out :]
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q-nihachu · 7 months
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man, i really wish people would draw phil and wilbur with their technoblade ribbons more often
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copepods · 9 months
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meet cute
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