My brain won’t stop thinking about Phil/Techno/Foolish.
Foolish is just a ray of sunshine. He chatters nonstop in an unobtrusive but chaotic way while he’s doing tasks; like every thought that passes through his head comes out his mouth.
He’s kind and hot and perpetually shirtless because shirts are for losers, it’s hot in the desert, and he’s got pyramids to build.
But, something dangerous lurks beneath the cheer when someone threatens him. Like dark clouds on the horizon and the distant sound of rolling thunder.
It’s just the kind of thing Philza “Danger Slut” Minecraft is into. And Techno is begrudgingly charmed by his ability to both smooth over conflict and awkwardness, and split sandstone with his bare hands.
Phil also sees his little pout when he builds something just one block to the left wrong. The way he grins shyly when Ponk unabashedly hits on him.
Phil wants to fucking break him. Wants to make Foolish not be able to say anything but his and Techno’s names. Wants to mark him up and kiss the bruises.
Techno is a sucker for anything gold, and the young god is always covered in intricate jewelry and his skin has a distinctive golden glow when the sun hits him right. Techno wants to wrap him up and keep him. To claim him in every way.
Foolish is happy that he’s suddenly getting so much attention from two very strong gods. If it makes something excited and eager stir in his chest... no one else needs to know. They were probably just curious! After all, he had been building a lot lately. Maybe they were just impressed!
Just two old gods trying to awkwardly get the attention of a young god. When said young god is a oblivious himbo.














