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SMP Characters (I Do Not write for CC’s regardless of age or consent given)
Technoblade (SMPE/DSMP/OSMP) (Platonic Only) Currently not writing for
Ph1lzA (SMPE/DSMP/OSMP) (Platonic Only)
Wilbur Soot (SMPE/DSMP/OSMP) (Romantic and Platonic)
Eret (DSMP) (Platonic Only)
Awesamdude (DSMP) (Romantic and Platonic)
BadBoyHalo (DSMP) (Romantic and Platonic)
Quackity (DSMP) (Romantic and Platonic)
Punz (DSMP) (Platonic Only)
Slimecicle (DSMP/OSMP) (Platonic Only)
Ranboo (DSMP/OSMP) (Platonic only)
TommyInnit (SMPE/DSMP/OSMP) (Platonic Only)
Tubbo (DSMP/OSMP) (Platonic Only)
Purpled (DSMP) (Platonic Only)
FNAF SB
Freddy Fazbear (Romantic and Platonic)
Glamrock Chica (Romantic and Platonic)
Montgomery Gator (Romantic and Platonic)
Roxanne Wolf (Romantic and Platonic)
Glamrock Bonnie (Romantic and Platonic)
Glamrock Foxy (Romantic and Platonic)
South Park/SoT AU/Heroes AU (All Aged Up)
Stan Marsh/Stan Marshwalker/Toolshed (Romantic and Platonic)
Kyle Bloflovski/High Elf King/Human Kite (Romantic and Platonic)
Kenny McCormick/Princess Kenny/Mysterion (Romantic and Platonic)
Craig Tucker/Feldspar/Super Craig (Romantic and Platonic)
Token Black/Token the Rogue/Tupperware (Romantic and Platonic)
Clyde Donovan/The Lord of Darkness/Mosquito (Romantic and Platonic)
Tweek Tweak/Tweek the Barbarian/Wonder Tweek (Romantic and Platonic)
Jimmy Valmer/Jimmy the Bard/Fastpass (Romantic and Platonic)
Butters Stotch/Paladin Butters/Professor Chaos (Romantic and Platonic)
Wendy Testaburger/Shieldmaiden Wendy/Callgirl (Romantic and Platonic)
Bebe Stevens/Warrior Bebe (Romantic and Platonic)
Heidi Turner/Warrior Heidi (Romantic and Platonic)
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Too many artists are held back by outdated and bad color theory rules, or even rules that are fine but have built in limitations that you should know and I want to set everyone free.
Learning color theory through oil painting is more difficult than learning it through gouache & watercolor, primarily because it takes way more time to find mass tone and mix everything and also it's much less obvious to easily and quickly discern if a paint pigment is highly staining or transparent.
Oil painters like to seem like they have the richest and most storied traditions in color theory to past down but also inevitably they are the most likely to retain an extremely limited chroma palette based on classical palettes for the sake of classicism and not always make that fact very apparent to a beginner aside from saying it's an "old masters palette" watercolor/gouache painters are bad at using paints that are not light-fast and clinging to them despite having better alternatives, but generally still understand chroma gamuts and pigment importance better or at least talk about them more.
When you're mixing paints, the earth colors (browns) don't need to handled and thought of as brown. Ask yourself if the brown is yellow, orange, red, or leaning towards a black (which would be treated as a violet or blue, depending on whether black is warmer or cooler).
Yes there are cool reds and warm blues
Any reference color wheel that places red on the very top hurts my feelings, stop doing this just because you learned "roygbiv". Yellow is at the top and the Indigo-Blue range is on the bottom because this also means the color with the lightest possible value is opposite the color with the darkest possible value, so you have the colors arranged with a value scale from top to bottom BUILT IN.
this is related to why ivory black is actually very dark blue.
This makes me think makeup artists have good color theory, having to understand undertones of skin, warm v neutral v cool toned red lipstick....
Yes!!! I mean first of all, makeup artists are artists.
and they are ALSO ultimately just blending pigments to produce certain colors and effects, so yeah professionally do study the basics of color theory and then necessarily have to adapt it to their medium. And they tend to generally add like, what you talked about with recognizing cool/warm/olive/neutral undertones and such as a big consideration to their canvas.
And that IS why people will say "this is a cooler red lipstick" (although even cooler than that would be magenta or fuschia!).
I think the only thing I've noticed wrt to honestly mostly beauty influencers and not actual professional MUAs is that too many people buy an eyeshadow palette of cool tones in the palette and then put it on and complain it pulls "too warm for their cool skin." And it "isn't actually a true cool tone palette."
I just want to grab all these people by the face and say:
"Shhhhhh. Color temperature is relative. Although you have cool skin undertones, you ALSO have blood under your skin which will inherently make your base skin-canvas slightly warm no matter your foundation shade. So when you put any kind of pigment that isn't fully opaque onto your skin, the transparency WILL be warmed by your skin because you're alive and have blood still. The eyeshadow palette IS a cool palette. You're just not a vampire, which is why that cool taupe shade suddenly looks different from the mass tone in the palette."
These influencers would understand this better if they did some watercolor painting on pre-tintedpaper and then compared it to painting on pure white.
In case anyone is curious here are my top color recommendations
Handprint.com is hands down the most comprehensive scientific explanation of how different color wheels or palette choices work. It's big and dense and exceptionally thorough. I skim frequently and find myself always learning more. https://handprint.com/HP/WCL/water.html everything is done using watercolors as a reference point but a LOT of this translates to other mediums. For the record his CIECAM color wheel is what I consider to be the best (not 3 dimensional) color wheel for artists. Period.
He uses pigment numbers for some of the most common watercolors rather than specific paint brands or color names to place the pigments. It's also a case study in why yellow being at the top is the best because it also means you have a value scale from top to bottom (since black paints are just dark violets or blues, ultimately.)
When you look at this, you can start realizing more and more why the earth colors can be used as if they were like, straight red, or yellow, or orange. Like if you wanted to make a limited palette, you could use "burnt sienna" as your dark yellow (which will make the whole palette lean orange!) Or it could be your orange or you could use burnt sienna as your red. (Look at gamut masking links below)
Seriously it's good to try and swatch your medium (even really quickly!) Within a CIECAM Artist's color wheel. Below are two of my attempts:
From loose memory and then mapping pigments roughly.
He also discusses the difference between visual complements and mixing complements!
Anyways absolutely try to read bits and pieces. The whole site is amazing. Handprint is amazing.
Also:
https://gurneyjourney.blogspot.com and James Gurney's book: Color and Light: a guide for the realist painter. James Gurney is the dinotopia guy. That book is also amazing for painting fantasy with lots of fantastical examples. Here are two short videos on gamut mapping and gamut masking. Accompanying blog posts.
No surprises here! His book also charts pigments:
Actually these are my four favorite books hands down:
Color and Light: a Guide for the realist painter - James Gurney
Color for Painters: a guide to traditions & practice - Al Gury
The oil painters color handbook - Todd m casey
Artist's master series: Color & light - 3d total publishing. This one emphasizes digital!
The first two have been out for awhile now and you can more easily find them cheaper/used online than the latter two which are relatively newer and hefty hardbacks.
Also, from personal experience: al gury is a sweetheart angel who is a huge crazy cat man. I adore him, he's so kind and helpful. I think it's a little late to join the current session (although they did only start Jan 28, so you can always ask! Class videos are recorded), BUT he frequently offers a class on color that is fully online through PAFA continuing education, as well as other classes. I haven't taken it yet, but I HAVE taken other classes online with Al and he's really great.
Oh also online gamut masking tools:
In krita: https://docs.krita.org/en/user_manual/gamut_masks.html
as in you'll never achieve the perfect daily routine, sleep schedule, coping mechanisms, mannerisms, fashion sense etc. even after years and years of healing and improvement and self-discovery. you will never be so good at life that you manage to utilize every waking moment. its great to be productive and all but sometimes you'll suck ass. sometimes you'll take eight hours to be done with a twenty minute job. you'll prioritize the wrong thing. you'll sleep for 12 hrs just to avoid being awake. you'll relapse. and you'll relapse again. you'll forget to turn in the assignment. you'll order too little food. life is far too large and complex for you to even experience it completely, much less try to make sense of and control it. you can't. please give up on that and be at peace with the hours you lose. they are not separate from your life.
As promised, here is each dorm with their respective princess! I know there's a solid wall of text for the explaination, so here's the tldr:
This is a twst fan school, it is open for any ocs/yuus, just please be sure to mention me in posts relating to it!
You can also ask me anything if you have questions or suggestions
Ok, love it! But… what if… evil girl school where girls are actively taught villainy?
Like Royal Sword is basically chivalry and knightly stuff, Blue Fairy is prim, polished ladies, and Night Raven is kinda middle road public/charter school for Magic.
So what about a school for girls to learn witchcraft and such? Very schools of good and evil coded if you can’t tell.
Lines of thought that seem Normal but are actually rooted in extreme puritanism:
-Seeing the nude human body is inherently traumatic
-Sex scenes in art are pointless
-Wearing kink-related clothing in public is the similar to performing a sex scene in front of unwilling participants
-Depicting female characters expressing sexuality is always degrading
-People's sexual fantasies are always an endorsement of the behavior they want to see in real life
-Sex work is more traumatic and coercive than other types of work
The goal is to treat sex as just another thing people do. That is a much healthier attitude than hiding it! It's not uniquely traumatic, it's not weird to talk about it or include it in society.
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Victor Frankenstein: I’ve created life but I refuse to put any effort into helping that life develop. I won’t teach him, love him, or defend him even though I forced him into existence with a fully operational adult brain lol. Peace, bitch.
An ironic parallel considering the idea of “tough love” parenting that plenty of boomers like to use. If they buy into the idea that their kids just have to toughen up and face the real world without guidance or emotional support, I’m sure it does scare them to read a story where someone who wasn’t given any support began to resent their creator and turn on them.
it’s like that post that’s like ‘knowledge is knowing that frankenstein is the doctor; wisdom is knowing that frankenstein is the monster’. like the whole point of the post is that frankenstein’s monster is a victim of viktor frankenstein’s own monstrosity.
mary shelley did not lose her virginity on her mother’s grave just for people to misunderstand her best known work over a century later.
Put these on the top layer above everything, set layer to 'overlay' then adjust opacity. You can put it on whatever opacity you want but usually 30%+ is most effective.
The point is to obstruct the picture so AI can't read your image because AI counts every single pixel in your art
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but if you’re at a low point:
If you were a fictional man right now, there would be *at least* ten people if not a large portion of the fanbase that would call you their wet beast poor little meow meow
ordered pizza from a small local place and they didnt actually cut it so i've chosen to revert to a wild animal and begin ripping it apart instead of just using a knife to portion slices
i am not proud to say this but that pizza lasted fifteen minutes. i normally am not that gluttonous, but this goes beyond glutton. there was gluttony and wrath. a whirlwind of sauce, cheese, and pepperoni, all atop a flatbread that was shred apart by my own hands due to the neglect of another
in that moment i was wild. i was free. i understood the simplest joys in life. the joy of eating and manifesting my own destiny
been reflecting on this all day and the unsliced pizza experience honestly ruled. i think everyone should try it sometime or another. you have not truly lived until you just absolutely obliterated a pizza in such a feral manner
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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.
So I think I'm good enough to write now. Though I'm still not gonna finish Part 3 yet. I don't know if writing for Techno specifically will be good for me right now. Plus I wanted Glare!Reader to have their own story too (that wasn't jumping a bunch of years to the future and now is not canon). Though this will be retconning slightly. Sorry.
Warning(s): Mentions of Suggested Child Murder (No Angst, Only Fluff this time. We all need it.)
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You had been staring at visiting the house in Snowchester for the past month now. You would stare for maybe two or three hours before going back to wandering the rest of the SMP. You didn't hate it but it's not like you enjoyed it either.
Ranboo had never really told you not to go inside, just that he wanted you to keep watch. But with that lack of clarification on his part, you decided to go in and take a look at what was so important that he would have you hide this task from the others.
The inside was modest, comfy even. The chests weren't the best but it was fine. What caught your eye was the various scribbled drawings that covered papers pinned to the wall. There was a tall figure that looked crudely like Ranboo, a smaller Goat-like figure you didn't recognize, and an even smaller pink blob you couldn't make out. Ranboo and the Goat we're labeled ‘Dad’ and ‘Papa’, while the blob was labeled ‘Me’.
It was then you hear a clatter and a cluck from above followed by a groaning-oink and shuffling. Carefully, you made your way to the ladder and climbed up. You pushed the trapdoor up before climbing in and reclosing it.
The room was coolly lit by the glow of soul fire which also kept the room warm. The pictures on the wall showed clearer images of Ranboo, an incredibly scarred but fluffy-haired goat hybrid, and what looked like a piglin zombie. A chicken tied to the wall caused you to raise a brow before you heard another creak from behind.
You turned slowly, eyes meeting with a vacant socket and a pearly white eye. You blink once, then twice. The small piglin was hiding behind a tall wooden chair as it stared at you. You couldn't tell if they were scared or interested in you, or both.
You crouched down, tilting your head. The piglin copied your head tilt, causing you to let out a single breathy chuckle before sitting down on the carpeted floor.
You figured he couldn't speak English, at least not yet, and you didn't want to scare him any more than you already had, so you didn't bother yourself. Instead, you pulled out a golden apple Ranboo had paid you with to watch the house. You held it out which caused the piglin to squeak happily but he hesitated.
You set it on its side and rolled it towards him. He caught it, squealing in excitement as he ran passed you to the chicken. You turned around, watching the child eat the apple, giving the seeds to the chicken which are happily.
For a while, you thought. Thought about what this meant, who exactly this child was, and why he called Ranboo ‘Dad’. Eventually, you thought it best to not tell Ranboo about this. He asked you to watch, so that's what you'd do.
You stood and began walking to the trapdoor before you heard little hooves on the carpet and felt something tug on your sweater. You looked back, the piglin clutching you shyly.
You crouched once more, gently rubbing the piglin’s half-decayed head, causing him to snort contently. “I'll be back to visit tomorrow.” You said quietly, unsure if he could understand you.
It didn't matter as he soon yawned laying against your chest, causing you to hold him up as he fell asleep on you. You crouched there awkwardly for a minute before standing and walking to the bed, setting him on it and pulling the blankets over him. You noticed a nametag clipped onto the pocket of his overalls.
‘MICHAEL’.
You smiled, rubbing his head once more as you said. “Good Night Michael. See you soon.”
You hadn't planned on visiting again, but he was too cute to refuse. You ended up dropping by almost every night. He was happy to see you every time and more than once you had to catch him when he fell through the trapdoor once you opened it.
You figured out he understood you pretty fast and started to help teach him more English. You would play pattycake, draw, exchange small gifts, once you had even brought flowers, showed him how to make a flower crown, and just did that all night. Exchanging them back and forth. It was fun.
It was less fun when you noticed drawings of Michael and a new person covered in what you assumed to be leaves label Friend begin to dot the walls as well. The next morning you came home a bit later, having got caught up talking to Sam. The sun was just barely over the horizon through the trees when you got to the gate, it was then you saw Ranboo pacing at your door.
As you got closer, you noticed a paper in his hand. You caught a glimpse of the contents when Ranboo pause upon hearing your approach. Another drawing of you and Michael. You gained a guilty face as you climbed the steps, standing in front of Ranboo as he looked down at you with a concerned expression.
“So...” he began.
“So...” you began.
The early morning air was too thick.
Ranboo cleared his throat, gave the paper another look, scratched the back of his neck before he started again.
“You, uh... Met Michael?”
You hesitated, staring at the wooden floor of your front porch.
“I'm sorry-” “No. Don't be.”
You looked up in surprise before looking back down again, try to not make him even more uncomfortable.
“I haven't seen Michael this happy since we brought him his Chicken.” He chuckled before sighing. “I just... Promise you'll keep him safe.” “Keep him safe? Ranboo, he's a child. He's what? Two? Three? Who would want to hurt him?”
“Tommy suggested it when he tried to break me and Tubbo up.” “Why am I not surprised?”
A hand was placed on your shoulder, causing you to look up, Ranboo having his head down as he crouched down to your level.
“Please. Please keep him safe. And don't tell anyone else.”
It felt weird to hear Ranboo beg with so much will in his voice, he was so timid and willing to give in usually.
You placed a hand on his shoulder before saying. “I'll do my best. I promise.” He looked up, looking you in the eye briefly before hugging you tightly. “Thank you.”
You hugged him back before both of you pulled back upon Phil walking outside, Ranboo nodded to you before walking away, waving to Phil as he passed. Phil waved back before turning to you and raising a brow with a questioning smile.
You smiled and waved to him, causing him to smile more clearly and mime pouring some tea. You shrugged, you were already up, so why not?
You made a mental reminder to ask for some teabags from Phil and some Cookies from Niki, for your new Little Dead Friend.
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I only just now realized that all the extra stories have something to do with family/friends. I didn't intend that, but I like it. Have a good day/night/whatever y'all. Remember to take care of yourselves and stay strong.
Sorry to everyone that has been liking my Glare/Allay/Copper Golem!Reader stories and has been waiting for Part 3 (which was in the works) but due to Technoblade’s recent passing being made aware and it rocking all our collective shits, I'm taking a break for writing for him.
Once I feel emotionally stable enough, I'll wrap up Part 3 and have it posted. I'm sorry if anyone finds this inconvenient or thinks that I should stop writing for him permanently, but I'm of the opinion that we should not stop showing our love for him and I do want to make content for Technoblade, even if I emotionally can't right now.
I'm sorry again. Good luck to you all. Be safe out there. Have a meal/snack, get a drink, have a good cry, and take a nap. We're all gonna need it for the next while.
Warning(s): Manipulation, Mild Angst, Mentions of Past/Attempted Character Death, Feeling Underserving of Happiness, Thoughts of Arson, Suicidal Thoughts, Implied Past Abandonment
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It had been almost a week since the Red Banquet. You had gone to the farthest edge of the SMP. You no longer heard the Egg and only now did you realize how much angrier it made you, how much more it made you hate your friends.
Maybe that was why, deep down, you didn't want Bad to find you. You had built a little cottage by a river. A small garden with carrots, potatoes, and beetroot. You even had a chicken and a cow. It felt nice, in a distant way. Like you didn't feel you deserved a nice quiet life.
You had helped kill Foolish. You almost killed Niki. Why were you allowed this? A quite, happy farm life while you traumatized everyone else. More than once you thought of burning your cottage down, maybe even going with it yourself. But you never had the will. Maybe you just didn't want to. Didn't stop you from staying up at night though.
Either way, you had a nice quiet life going for you. You eventually got into a groove you followed every day. Occasionally you would change things up. Make a cobblestone path, plant some flowers under your windows, go hunting instead of fishing, just depended on how you felt.
One day, you were in your garden, gathering your day's crops, when you heard a soft bark. You hopped the fence only to be greeted by a wolf exiting the treeline. You knelt down, offering some cooked pork from last night. The wolf trotted over taking the meat and leaning into your hand when you went to scratch his head, only for you to notice a collar on the wolf’s neck.
You heard a rustle and snap causing you to jolt up, greeted by the sight of Techno, looking quite uncertain. You stared at each other for a good minute, him taking note of your basket of vegetables, while you noticed the loaded crossbow.
“Come to hunt me down, I see.” You finally said the gentle wind tousling your hair and shifting the leaves in the trees. “Come to bring you home.” He said matter-of-factly as he put away the crossbow. “The crossbow was in case there was trouble-” “In case I attacked you, you mean-” “Y/N.” “Techno.”
Another staredown ensued, this much more heated. You broke first, closing your eyes and sighing before walking to your cottage. You heard Techno and his wolf follow.
When you entered, Techno took a place on the couch while the wolf lay at his feet. You entered the seating room, throwing him a small bundle of golden carrots, which he caught with ease while you dropped the wolf some more pork chops.
You sat sipping on some leftover Beetroot and Mushroom soup you made this morning. You didn't look at him, let alone talk, but you felt his eyes boring into your head the longer you kept your eyes closed.
“What?” You lowered your bowl to your lap. “Come home Y/N.” He said meaningfully, leaning towards you. “So everyone can hate me and call me a murderer? No thanks.” “They won't do that. Everyone misses you.” “They miss their errand girl.” “Bad’s still looking for you.” “Misses a minion, I'm sure.” “You don't mean that.” “How would you know?” “Because I know you Y/N.” He said, standing.
You took a breath in your nose before letting it out with a slight hiss. “Just leave.” You stood, set on taking your bowl back to clean it. You were stopped by Techno grabbing your wrist, which with your smaller size and him being a Brute, was more akin to him grabbing everything from your wrist to your elbow.
“Come home Y/N. You miss us just as much as we miss you.” It was true. You thought about them almost every day. You wanted to apologize to Niki, have tea with Phil, go mining Ranboo, have meaningful talks with Techno, but you couldn't. You severed those bridges when you sided with the Eggpire, who probably hated you too for not coming back or making it easier to find you.
“How would you know what I feel?” You growled, trying to pull your arm away. “Because I know you!” He was starting to get upset at your avoidance, holding your arm with a bit more force, just enough to keep you where you were. “How would you know me?! I left you!” You were starting to hold back tears, your voice cracking slightly as you pulled harder to get away.
“Because you're family, Y/N! And you'll always be family!” You finally looked at him, tears brimming in your eyes, threatening to spill over. “Family doesn't abandon each other! Family doesn't hold each other hostage! Family doesn't try to kill each other! Family doesn't use and desert each other! I'm not family to anyone Techno! So just leave like everyone else did!”
Techno pulled you, the jolt making you drop the mostly empty bowl to the Birchwood floor while Techno hugged you close.
“Family helps each other. Family is messy and makes mistakes. I'm sorry I didn't notice your feelings sooner Y/N, but you are family. You're family to Phil and Ranboo. Niki too, even if she feels hurt. Bad and Ant call you family too.” He lets you pull back a bit, lifting your face to look at him through your tears.
“And your family to me too, Kid. You'll always be family to us, even if you mess up and join a government.” You wanted to laugh but instead, you choke out a sob, jumping into another hug which he returned, if somewhat stiffly.
Once you stopped bawling your eyes out, you talked for a bit. About what had changed, what was happening, how things had been, what happened to the Egg. You were immensely thankful that it had been sealed up again. You apologized more times than either of you could count. By the time you both were done talking, the sun was starting to set.
When Techno said it was time to go home, you hesitated. You wanted to go, XD you missed everyone. You missed running errands and fetching things for people. But you were scared. Even if people missed you and you missed them, you couldn't go back. Not yet.
Techno agreed reluctantly, giving you your old communicator back. Before he left you told him to come around sometime later on with Phil, Ranboo, and Niki. He agreed and then he was off.
You went back inside, having no appetite for dinner, you went straight to bed. For once, you didn't think about how the Egg would whisper in your ear, or the thousands of questions you had about everyone else. No, for once, you managed to think about all the things you'll finally get to say to everyone. For once, you felt like you actually got sleep.
For once, you felt like today would be a good day.
Warnings for: Disassociation, Major Injury, Introspection, Analysis of the Human Condition, Mild Angst, Implied Character Death/Loss of Canon Life
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>Start New Log
-Log: 3-9-5-36
-Date: XX-XX-XXXX
-Subject: Friends and Feelings
>Humans are so strange. Anything classified as a humanoid, in actuality. They are so finicky. Fragile. And yet, they try to do so much. They do things that can break themselves or others, they steal and yell and fight like it will accomplish something.
>I never understood that. At least not until recently.
>When Phil found me, time had escaped me. I thought he was there to give me a new directive, but he didn't. He seemed concerned, he cared for me as if I was a person.
>He brought me out into an unfamiliar world. Showed me his companions he called “Friends”. Techno, Niki, Ranboo. As I stayed with them for the short time I did, I felt something. I can never recall a time in which I felt.
>But time went on and I had to return to my work. Newly repaired and on advice from Phil, I built more golems to help me. The occasional visits from people were... Enjoyable? Is that the word that describes the feeling?
>Whatever the word, they came and I would always want them back. Purpled was the one I found most enjoyable. He spoke of distant lands and planets I had never heard of. He spoke of humans similar to how I did. Like he wasn't one. Which he isn't. He is an extraterrestrial.
>I grew accustomed to this new routine, even if those odd vines affected me in a way I can not describe to this day.
>Feelings once again became a distant thought.
>But then I heard of Quackity. From Purpled, crying of his demolished U.F.O.
>Something seemed to override my systems at that moment. Later questioning from Purpled said I looked “Angry”, “Furious”.
>But before I could process, I had been in a land of sand that made my gears creak and my joints feel stiff.
>As I heard Quackity talk, the feeling only grew.
>A part of me that I couldn't place wanted to throw him out the window of that stupid needle.
>But I didn't.
>When Purpled came to tell me of him joining Las Nevadas, I felt heavier. A directive to protect him overwhelmed me as I tried to keep him from Quackity, knowing he would corrupt him the way only humans could do.
>That same overwhelming burning feeling was all I could feel while I had my stay at Las Nevadas, though it felt more of a simmer when with the other humanoids I could enjoy.
>Sam, Slime, Foolish, and especially Purpled. Though I never came across the one called “Fundy”.
>When I was first called “Friend” by Slime, I asked what that word meant. He said he was not sure, but that Quackity called him that occasionally.
>I asked Foolish, he said a “Friend” was someone I could call a partner. Sam described it as someone I enjoyed being with.
>Purpled was the oddest response, only saying that I was his friend and that he was mine.
>I felt something with that answer. I think I liked it best.
>From that day on, I kept a list of those considered “Friends”
>For a while I hear screaming. It sounded like Purpled and Phil.
>This is my first time feeling pain I think.
>It aches and sharpens at some points.
>Sometimes, I think I yell, and then the crying and laughter stop only for the shouting to get louder.
>I don't understand feelings. You feel when you are damaged, but then they can also come out of nowhere and are felt on the “inside” as Phil had described once.
>Perhaps when I wake up, I can ask more people about them.
>Though this seems odd. The trains, the crying, and the laughter. They seem to be getting louder. It's getting hard to hear Phil and Purpled.
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Origin: Equestre
Description
Wild herds of Equestres can often be seen running in fields, however just as often one can be living around the corner from you as well.
Abilities
Cosmetic:
Centaur: Everything below the legs is replaced with a horse body.
Pros:
Rideable: Others can ride on you. (With a saddle equipped)
Gallop: You sprint 2x faster than humans.
High Jump: Pressing the spacebar gives you a gauge to determine how high you jump.
Cons:
Vegetarian: You aren't able to eat meat.
Horse Armor: You can equip horse armor, but this prevents you from wearing Boots and Leggings.
Origin File
Inspired by sam @/cowbaits on Twitter
Like Goateé’s, Equestres have many varying traditions, more so when you consider that even those that live amongst humans and other hybrids will usually develop their own traditions or mix some with those of the area.
An Equestre will naturally seek a herd. If there are no other Equestres are nearby or live in the area, they will develop a herd mentality with those they live around.
Along with other Docile mob hybrids, an Equestre is more common to find in settlements and groups than Hostile mob hybrids.
Idk if you had already planed to do this but would you make a second part to Those Wings Had Taken You Up So High where they find a way for him to fly again
I'll be honest I had no intention of continuing that story as it would be much farther into the canon, and with the lore that Phil hinted at.
But as it is what the masses want, who am I to refuse.
This takes place many many years in the future and after the hinted Phil lore. It is canon until future lore proves it not.
Warnings for: Implied/Past Character Death, Flying/Heights, Implied Depression, Aggression, Yelling
Edit: No longer Canon to DSMP
Race the Wind
Sequel to Part 1
Platonic!DSMP!Ph1lza x Glare!Reader
You sighed as you entered the old house you had long abandoned. Books and papers littered the floor. Anatomy of birds, notes sticking out of journals. You rubbed a hand against your face. You were older, everyone was, everyone not dead anyway. How many years had it actually been? You lost count around the middle of the Great SMP War as everyone called it now.
Regardless of the passage of time, you were now short two deaths and you had long abandoned the project you has promised your friend so long ago. The brace with half-finished prosthetic feathers lay on the table. You ghosted a hand over it. You'd almost perfected it when the war came busting everyone’s doors down.
You remembered the day you had shown Phil all your research and notes. It had taken at least four to five years to gather it all but the look on his face had been worth it. You knew he had been tempering his expectations until that point, unsure whether to support you or not. But seeing that initial sketch of the brace, hearing you explain it, you'd seen the change in him, the tears of hope and happiness he had tried to hide.
It was all for nothing now. You yanked your hand away from the unfinished mechanical limb. You contemplated why you even came and you rubbed your eyes, leaning on the table before you heard the door creak.
“This is a surprise.” A low gruff voice said. You looked back, greeted by the sad, hollow, memory of the Piglin who had once taken you in. “I... I'm sorry. I just-” “I know.” He walked up next to you, starting at the brace. “I miss him too.” The empty tone nearly made you crack. You inhaled deeply, looking to the side as you held back tears and a sob.
“The... Ahem- The islands are coming along well. Did you-” “No. I can't. I can't see him like that. It's not him.” You nodded, finally taking notice of the large backpack he held by the top strap at his side. “You’re leaving?” You looked up at him, almost feeling betrayed. “Tommy, Tubbo, Boo, and Micheal are coming too. I wanted to invite you too.” “Niki and Wilbur?” “Wilbur’s insane and you know it. As for Niki. I couldn't find her. Didn't find any note. There's no signal about her dying. I can only guess she left too.”
You looked down at the decaying wood floor. Did you want to leave? This was the only place you had ever known. You hadn't known many others but, everything you had, had been here. You grew up on these snowy grounds, walked the craters that were once paths and streets, watch life grow and die. Watch. That was the word that defined you, wasn't it? You were only ever able to watch. Watch people tear each other apart, watch the explosions and withers, watch others grow mad, forget themselves, die on the inside with the decay of everything, watch your friends die and betray.
“I want to see him first. One last time.” Techno held his breath before nodding. “We’ll... meet you at the nether roof.” You took your turn nodding before the Piglin turned and left. The cold air blew in through the still-open door. You didn't feel it.
You weren't sure when you left the decrepit cabin, when you traveled through the nether, or when you had arrived at the remains of the SMP. You looked up, seeing the floating piles of dirt connected by vines. “PHIL!” You shouted seeing a small dot jump from one of the floating masses. A gust of air hit you like a wall, causing you to fall on your back and squint your eyes.
“You know it's Phantomza now, right?” The greyed, semi-transparent figure loomed over you. Branchlike antlers tore through the bucket hat which now sported a veil covering the blank face of your past friend. You helped yourself up. “Habit.” You dusted yourself off, looking at the floating islands again. “They're coming along well.” He flowed your gaze, smiling lightly. “Yes, they are... Do you think she'll like them?” He turned to you, still serene despite the happy tone. “She’ll love them.” You patted his arm.
The both of you stood there in silence, taking in the sight before you looked down in guilt. “I'm leaving.” He turned to you, calm but a little shocked. “Me, Techno, Tommy, Boo, and his family.” He started before looking back up at his creation. “That’s sad.” He doesn't sound sad. “I hoped they would at least say goodbye.” Does he actually want anything? “I can't go until the islands are done.” Why does he only care about building? “It would make me happy t-” “YOU DON’T FEEL ANYTHING!” You yelled, catching the ghost off guard.
“You never feel anything! You're just apathetic! You've never felt happy to see me, sad Techno never visited you, worried about Niki or Boo! Nothing! Phil felt! He was happy! Hopeful! And then you took him! At least have the common decency to stop acting like you two are the same!” Tears streamed down your face as you screamed bloody murder at the white-winged ghost in front of you. Sobs were the only sound besides the whistling wind. “Phil had wants. Dreams. He wanted to see his friends safe and happy. Dreamed about seeing his wife again. He only ever hoped to fly again. And now you just parade around acting like him, when you're barely a parody. All you ever do is build your stupid islands! You use what was supposed to be his wings to do what he always wanted. You act so carefreely about it I wonder if you got anything from him.”
You sobbed again, turning away from the ghost as you sat on the ledge, crying into your knees. You heard movement next to you before a cold hand was placed on your head. “I remember a lot from him. I remember a lot of conversations with Techno, baking cookies with Niki, being introduced to Micheal, Wilbur introducing me to Fundy after he was born, Will after he was born, meeting Kristen. But things I remember most clearly are the times he was most content or happy. The best one I like to remember is your promise during tea and you showing him that sketch of the brace.” That had you freezing up. “He was so worried about you. Worried you'd waste away or end up like Will. But then you showed him that sketch. Everything seemed to fall into place for him... And then the war happened. And I see you and Techno again, crying as he looks at the sky and talks to you. It hurt like hell, but he was happy. Sad too, but happy. Happy Techno could see the world, happy he could see Kristen again, and happy you could live your life. Maybe travel without working yourself dead over him.” You bit your lip as you felt him crouch down and hug you from the side. “He’s sorry he never got to see the brace. And never got to take you flying.”
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. You hiccuped before wailing. You held onto the phantom as you rubbed your back, holding you like a father comforting his child. If your tears burned, he said nothing. You weren't sure how long you cried for but by the time you were done, you were spent. Phantomza wiped your remaining tears with his sleeve before picking you up.
“I'm going to live how I think he would have wanted to, and do everything he couldn't.” You felt the wind streak past as he took off with you still in his arms. You held tight onto his shirt, closing your eyes so they wouldn't burn in the billowing winds. But when you felt the wind slow and Phantomza level out, you peaked an eye open. You looked around soon catching the setting sun on the horizon.
It was breathtaking, though that could have been the altitude. Almost like a painting. “I'm sorry, I'm not him. But I'm trying to live how I think he would have. Knowing his friends are strong and can care for themselves, not wanting to bother others too much, and building beautiful things. I fly so much because maybe, just maybe, if he can feel or see it too, I want to that much at least.” You felt yourself yawn, watching the sunset as your postmortem friend gave you the best he could.
“He was always happy when you were happy.”
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The vague ending was on purpose, you decide whether you stayed with Phantomza or left with Techno in the end.
Also, I'm sorry if this was sadder than you expected. My dog died so I may have been projecting just a bit.
As for the specifics of how Phil died, I had an idea but I kept it vague to not make it too long and to leave it up to the reader as well.