Just One Life

The crows are calling. Can you hear them? A C!Philza Minecraft roleplay blog Icon by Wolfythewitch

[burnedelytra]

I am Creation Both Haunted and Holy

"Hi mate, it's Philza minecraft"

Hello everyone. It's been sometime since I've roleplayed on Tumblr but I'll do my best! This is my interpretation of Philza minecraft of the DSMP. It will take bits of Earth SMP and his hardcore worlds for backstory. This can take place during any time of the DSMP canon. I follow Sleep Boi lore as a found family group of which Philza is the "responsible" parent. The mun goes by Crow, He/Him and is 21+. I am open to roleplaying with characters outside of MCYT and Ocs. I am open to any topics and Alternate universes.

This post will be updated as time goes on.

[kingsmemes]

In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.

[burnedelytra]

A 30ft+ being was waiting outside of the fence, they were a being of death, usually referred to as “death-bringers” or “death-messenger.” Clover held a bag full of end fruits and gems that they found. Slowly they crouched down, unsure if they were allowed to cross the fence, most people…didn’t really enjoy being in the presence of a death-messenger.

-@luckness-game [just wanted to send an ask!]

The "Angel of death" was tending to "The Blade's" garden at the moment. Techno was away for a time and Philza promised to keep his potatos and carrots thriving even in the winter weather of their home. It's during this tilling that he senses something. A familiar cold chill that's reserved for a certain type of creature. He turns to find the tall owner just outside the fencing. Philza squints, putting down the hoe in exchange for a hand resting on his sword. "Can I help you?" He calls to the creature who looked vaguely familiar.

[burnedelytra]

[a knock on the door, followed by a familiar (panicked) voice breaks the calm of the day.]

Phil? Are you here? Is everything ok?

- @underground-potato-farm

"I love all of my kids equally. Shut the fuck up and get out" A more pointed strike of the sword towards the crow in his rafters as Philza hears a knock at the door.

He stops with a sigh, one that turns slightly hopeful at the familar voice. Philza opens the door. He looks ... tired. "Techno" An attempt at a smile. "Hey mate"

[underground-potato-farm]

[Techno was tense, a fake smile on his face as he tried to silence the voices and calm himself]

"hey Phil. Crows being annoying again? Are you alright?- why the sword…?"

[burnedelytra]

"Yeah, Yeah. Just the crows acting up" What luckily sounded like a caw to techno was another pointed attack to the crow father. "Right… right… you don't have blatant favoritism towards Techno, of course not." the words had his gaze flicker to techno in worry before shaking his head free of these thoughts. "I'm- I'm okay. How are you?" His son's tense smile didn't go unnoticed. His expression turning sympathetic as he tried to ignore the crow calls. "Voices?"

[underground-potato-farm]

[Techno hesitated, before sighing and shaking his head. He knew better than trying to hide stuff from Philza]

"yeah. They said something had happened to you and i just- i wanted to make sure everything was fine." [He hesitated for a moment again, trying to get his thoughts in line] "it seems like other than the crows nothing's wrong... is it?"

[burnedelytra]

"Aw mate" The immortal's words and expression are fully sympathetic. "Yeah, Yeah I'm-" His words cut off by a loud Caw from a Crow in the rafter. More words unheard by the piglin. "Nothing's wrong Phil, right, tell him nothing's wrong other than the guilt eating you up."

"Shut up or I'm having crow for dinner" He shouts to the rafter crow before taking a breath. "I'm fine. you want some tea?"

[underground-potato-farm]

"… yeah." Techno's words came out dryer than expected.

"tea sounds… good. Do you want me to get that crow for you?" Techno offered, with a small smile, placing a hand on Phil's shoulder.

[burnedelytra]

"Ohhh, get that crow for you? You having your kids fight your battles again?"

Louder caws from the rafter. You think that poke at his pride would have the immortal saying no. But his sanity was worth more then his pride. "Please, take out the trash." A cocky smile up towards the crow paired with a final wave. Philza goes to put on the kettle so both the pair could relax once work was done.

[underground-potato-farm]

Technoblade nodded, immediately moving to grab the crow - ignoring the way it squawked and struggled in his hold.

He unceremoniously threw it out the window, before turning back to Phil.

"anything else?"

[burnedelytra]

The immortal was greatly satisficed as Techno threw the bird out the window. "Nope that's it. Thank you" He gets the cups and tea bags set up. "Anything else weighing you down?"

[listcners-archived]

“you haven’t eaten today, have you? here i’ll make you something.” (to tommy if you're interested)

"Hm?" The blond teen poked his head up from whatever he was doing to look at Phil- a book and quill laid out beside him, it looked like he was drawing plans for... something. But right now he had been digging through his bag, checking his things. It had become a sort of habit after well, everything. He had been so focused he hadn't even thought about food, but it was probably a little past noon if the sun high in the sky told him anything. "Mmmm not really hungry man" He started only for his stomach to go and betray him, growling loud enough for Phil to hear. "But uh... If you're making like, soup or something I could eat." He begrudgingly admitted, not looking directly at the other now out of embarrassment.

[burnedelytra]

A amused smile as the teen's stomach grumbled. "Yeah, Alright mate. I'll make some soup" He agreed, leaving the door open as he moved back to the kitchen. Maybe the smell of food would coax the boy from his room. He can't tell how long Tommy had been fixated on drawing plans but probably too long for it to be healthy. Philza starts to make a hearty beef stew.

[burnedelytra]

Wilbur slowly toddles towards him, still looking a bit nervous and confused. He climbs into his fathers's arms, hiding his face in his chest.

“I-I went outside to play with a kitty an'-an' I got lost.” It's clear that Wilbur isn't in the right timeframe, but he—due to his age—obviously doesn't realize it.He seems to have been wandering for a while, as his curls are a bit tangled and he has dirt smeared on his cheek.

—@your-body-my-temple-baby

The toddler looks hesitant still but seems to accept the elder's words, burying against his chest and climbed into his arms. The words are confused. Philza is racking his brain to think of a time Wilbur may have wondered off as a toddler but truly the times were endless. The child did not sit still. "That's okay. Did you- Did you find the kitty?" He's working through his memories to find the event in specifically as he situates the boy in his arms.

[burnedelytra]

Door

- @underground-potato-farm

Philza could see his breath in the frigid artic air. He held his side where blood pooled, dripping onto the fresh snow as he limped back home. The "Immortal" Had barely escaped, almost lost his title as the man who never dies. Of course that was more in the grand scheme. If you're looking for a man who never loses, that's his son. Who he was returning home to see now. The artic empire. Their empire. It would be under siege soon. He needed to recover quick, of course getting to their home was never an easy part. It's miles of fresh snow and chunks of ice, finally entering a cave and seeing the start of stones they had placed. the far off glow of a furance and torches. "Techno!" He calls to his friend, his comrad, his family. The bleeding hadn't stopped. He finally reaches the piglin, working to catch his breath in the low glow of their frozen home. "They're coming. there was too many of them. I'm sorry" Several arrows had pierced his black wings, A large gash along his left side and blood staining his hands from where he tried to stop his own injuries.

[rpmemes-galore]

Send me 🚪  ( or ‘door’ )   and I’ll generate a number for my muse to show up on your muse’s doorstep ( a mix of angst, silliness, and fluff ) …

crying

starving

possessed

sopping wet

blackout drunk

holding a baby

after a car crash

looking for a fight

covered in bruises

after being mugged

covered with confetti

severely dehydrated 

angry beyond reason

with a broken arm/leg

covered in blood (theirs)

after having a nightmare

after being missing for days

after the death of a loved one

covered in baking ingredients

about to faint from exhaustion

with a real crown on their head

on their knee, with ring in hand

covered in tiny scrapes and cuts

covered in blood ( someone else’s )

holding a baby animal ( sender’s choice )

[burnedelytra]

“Dad, Dad, Dad!”

An... almost familiar voice shrieks. It almost sounds like Wilbur, but much, much younger. No rasp of cigarettes or anxious shaking.

If Phil were to turn around, he would be met with—what appears to be—a barely-older-than-a-toddler Wilbur. He seems excited, but his look quickly fades into innocent confusion.

“You don't look like Dad.”

—@your-body-my-temple-baby (but baby wilbur 😨)

The voice is instantly familiar. It has the immortal stiffen as it takes him back. Philza turns to find the toddler wilbur rushing towards him before abruptly stopping. He pins back his broken wing as good as he could to hide it and takes off his hat, leaning down to greet the toddling child. "No. No. It's me kiddo. I'm Dad" He holds out his arms to the boy, a gentle expression.

[burnedelytra]

Wilbur rummaged around his desk for that goddamned letter — where could he have put I- there it is , grabbing it he inspected the wax seal with a feather on it and sighed.

“I suppose it’s time to send.. this to him.”

with a slight wince he rose from his chair and grabbed his small , handmade bag. Tommy had crocheted it for him a while back. Shoving the note in the bag along with his glasses he padded to the door with a weary look , shaking his head he stepped out into the daylight — the sun still a bit too bright , but I suppose it was nice after not seeing it for 13 years , right wil?

Upon arriving to the address he glanced around , taking in the scenery with an unreadable expression. He pulled out the letter , glancing down at it before inhaling sharply and putting it in the mailbox — he had contacted him first so maybe this time he’d answer.

”Dear phil.

I hope this letter finds you well , as it seems my many others never got a response. I saw your letter you had sent and … it was quite the surprise , how long has it been since we’ve spoken? Since I’ve spoken to anyone? I suppose that doesn’t truly matter — what matters is that out of anytime , anyplace … you decide to send me a letter now? After months of no words for you besides techno telling me you’re ok you decided to speak to me?

This better be something worthy of the time and patience I’ve given you.

-Wilbur soot”

It's a surprise to get a response to the letter. he knew the pair's relationship was strained, especially after the revival. it's a relief almost that Wilbur would return. the words themselves are ... less kind, but he can't blame the other. It's true. Philza had not reached out in months, no excuse would cure that fact. nether the less, he writes another letter. "𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒷𝓊𝓇 Thank you for returning my letter. I know I haven't given you the time you deserved and I'm sorry for that. I did cherish the letters you wrote before even if I never responded. As of recent your brothers has been keeping my hands full, both exiled from the smp, it's been an effort to even keep them alive.

I'm simply reaching out to check on you. I hope this response finds you well and I hope you know I am here for you still, should you need me.

𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸ℯ𝓇ℯ𝓁𝓎, 𝒫𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓏𝒶"

[burnedelytra]

There suddenly seems to be a shade looming over you and upon looking up, you see a raven-haired figure with an overly sized track jacket staring down at you. (🌠) "hello ... uhm, sir. I seem to be lost, would you mind telling me what this place is?"

-though it seems that their language sounds like something else, not english or anything; perhaps enderian or enchanted .. * [ @ask-ruined ]

The immortal jumped slightly, suddenly in the shadow of a looming figure. The words that come aren't quite right. something between enderian and enchanted. he knew a bit of enderian from Ranboo and a bit of enchanted from the years of enchanting. "Hello" He greets in Enderian, looking back to Techno's cabin visible through the thick trees. "Home?"

[burnedelytra]

the emo

"Oh, Wilbur? I mean I guess. He also fucked a salmon so his love life is not my problem"

[burnedelytra]

{Oh yeah! i'd love to see what you've been working on! it hopped onto his arm, getting steady/comfy -☎ anon

He takes the crow over to a desk. With a brewing station and notebook. "I've written down all the information I know on the revival book and it's whereabouts. working on brewing potions to be prepared when I try to .. obtain it."

[burnedelytra]

ur son a faggatron

TW Slurs "... Which one"

[burnedelytra]

Hi dad :) - Soot Daily

(sorry the @ doesn’t work)

A soft expression as his prodigal son returns. "Hi son"

[burnedelytra]

hi phil! how are you doing today?

The immortal hadn't fully expected to see the enderbeing at techno's door. He knew they were growing closer, but not many people knew of the piglin's home. they must be closer then he though. A gentle smile in response. "Hey mate. Things are good. How are you?" He offers the door open

[burnedelytra]

{oh boy, what've they done now. it quirked its head quizzically, as it looked up at phil. -☎

"Just love to remind me of my failures. It's fine. Techno handled it" Philza offered an arm to his feathered friend. "Would you like to see what I'm working on?"