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[philzas-mailbox]

Hello Mate!

I don’t exactly know where we got this, but Milo showed me what it was, so hopefully I’ve got it down :D

It is Reid @roxygen17 again, this time with Philza!

And of course the affiliates

[roxygen17]

Major life update, Yay!

So, it’s been a minute! And since Rox keeps putting this off, Oreo boi’s gonna do it!

First off, Roxy actually isn’t a huge fan of being called Reid anymore. They still like the name, but it just doesn’t feel like them as of late.

Second off, you might notice that I’m referring to Rox as a separate person, and that’s because, recently thanks to lovely friends from the officalverse and specifically @kola-without-the-coke (sorry for the tag) Rox finally realized they are a System! Ranboo is the one posting this cause I Can’t flippen sleep.

We’re hopefully gonna do an overhaul of the intro post soon, but other than that, actually not a ton! Rox also wants to have alters (that want too) make intro posts!

So yeah! Not a ton, but I just wanted to get this out there, but with this comes one big new boundary,

No Syscourse.

Absolutely no syscourse. No one in our system is comfortable with it, thank you, and friendly reminder, all of us know how to use a block button :)

[philzas-mailbox]

Grian: mind a visit?

Ph1Lza: you’re always welcome over Mate

Ph1Lza: Everything alright?

[grians-mailbox]

Grian: it’sss

Grian: meh

Grian: be there in a minute

[ or several. not his fault they’re on different servers, but he makes it eventually, appearing in his brother’s relative proximity in a puff of purple particles. ]

phil?

[philzas-mailbox]

In the kitchen!

[he had just been making tea, being unable to sleep he figured he might as well enjoy the midnight stars with a nice cup. He also figured Grian might enjoy some. His less pigmented portions of skin were very blatant at the moment, he was too tired to shift them. Also too tired to fall asleep.]

[grians-mailbox]

like i’m supposed to know where that is!

[ grian calls back sarcastically, though his talons scratch against the floor as he trots straight to the kitchen. he pokes his head in first, surveying the room before walking in. ] hey. [ eyes are obvious in the way they stare before shifting down to the cups. ]

for me?

[philzas-mailbox]

Of course.

[he slid one mug over, taking a comforting drink of his own. It was a warmth that settled into his bones the way it only could this late as night.]

Any specific reason for this sudden visit…?

[he probably failed at masking the concern in his voice, but that was okay. He was allowed to be worried about his older brother.]

[grians-mailbox]

[ hands wrap around the mug, fingers lacing together when they meet. he leans his elbows on the counter, wings shifting behind him. ]

[ he stays quiet for a moment. he opens his mouth to speak, then hesitates. ] i love hermitcraft. [ he feels the need to clarify first. he shrugs, lifting the cup to take a sip. ] it just— it gets a little claustrophobic, being around people who… know. about the watcher stuff. about me.

[philzas-mailbox]

[he hummed, sitting on the counter. He always hummed the same, a quick low note.]

How am I different? I know about it all. Maybe a lot more than they do, but I don’t know how much of your childhood you’ve told to that lot.

[he always felt the need to separate his and Grian’s childhood. Just never felt like he deserved to say he lived through as much Grian did.]

[grians-mailbox]

when it comes to the hermits, they’ve seen pictures. even the ugly baby ones. [ he mumbles, playfully annoyed. ] pearl is the only hermit who knows knows stuff. [ jimmy too, but he’s only visiting and he knows even less. ]

you’re lucky, dude. i bet they’d rather know all the gritty details of my cringy teenage years than endure the— [ he visibly malfunctions, catching himself before it can slip out. ] the stuff i put them through every year.

[philzas-mailbox]

[he wasn’t sure how to respond. He just looked at his cup like it wronged him, a slight movement in the liquid making him remember his permanently shaky hands. A side effect from his low but persistent tension.]

Yeah… No one besides you knows. At least out here. I just always got too choked up when I try to tell it to anyone else, so I stopped trying. Kristen says I need therapy. I say I need caffeine, and to stop thinking about high school.

[with Grian, he just said what felt right. He was a lot less choosy with his words, did think of carefully curated responses based on what anyone else said.]

[grians-mailbox]

[ a snort, grian putting his cup aside so that he can hop onto the counter and sit next to his brother. ]

therapy? do you guys do that out here?

[ he gets it. it was comfortable talking to someone who has experienced similar levels of messed up— they could be self-deprecating about it. make a joke or two. anyone else would take pity on him. and maybe he deserves that— both of them did— but he wasn’t comfortable with it. ]

[ lips twitch into a frown. ]

you would think with how much time has passed it wouldn’t be so prominent still. it’s not like anything is the same as back then.

[philzas-mailbox]

Ha! Therapy isn’t exactly something that happens here.

[he finished his mug, hopping down, having quietly shifted to be slightly shorter than Grian.]

You really would think it’d change, that the trembling would leave, the awareness of your every self perceived incorrect actions would taper out, but it doesn’t. I still find myself panicking about how messy things are, even if it’s just Tommy, or Techno, hell, even Kristen. You think it’d end, but the only thing I did was bury it deeper, and hide it better.

[he never liked that that was how he existed in general. Nervous and jittery, useless wings flaring unnecessarily. They were still a mess, slightly better, no longer matted and such, but he hadn’t preened in weeks. Hadn’t left the house either, and he was about to use kitchen scissors to cut his hair.]

[philzas-mailbox]

Grian: mind a visit?

Ph1Lza: you’re always welcome over Mate

Ph1Lza: Everything alright?

[grians-mailbox]

Grian: it’sss

Grian: meh

Grian: be there in a minute

[ or several. not his fault they’re on different servers, but he makes it eventually, appearing in his brother’s relative proximity in a puff of purple particles. ]

phil?

[philzas-mailbox]

In the kitchen!

[he had just been making tea, being unable to sleep he figured he might as well enjoy the midnight stars with a nice cup. He also figured Grian might enjoy some. His less pigmented portions of skin were very blatant at the moment, he was too tired to shift them. Also too tired to fall asleep.]

[grians-mailbox]

like i’m supposed to know where that is!

[ grian calls back sarcastically, though his talons scratch against the floor as he trots straight to the kitchen. he pokes his head in first, surveying the room before walking in. ] hey. [ eyes are obvious in the way they stare before shifting down to the cups. ]

for me?

[philzas-mailbox]

Of course.

[he slid one mug over, taking a comforting drink of his own. It was a warmth that settled into his bones the way it only could this late as night.]

Any specific reason for this sudden visit…?

[he probably failed at masking the concern in his voice, but that was okay. He was allowed to be worried about his older brother.]

[grians-mailbox]

[ hands wrap around the mug, fingers lacing together when they meet. he leans his elbows on the counter, wings shifting behind him. ]

[ he stays quiet for a moment. he opens his mouth to speak, then hesitates. ] i love hermitcraft. [ he feels the need to clarify first. he shrugs, lifting the cup to take a sip. ] it just— it gets a little claustrophobic, being around people who… know. about the watcher stuff. about me.

[philzas-mailbox]

[he hummed, sitting on the counter. He always hummed the same, a quick low note.]

How am I different? I know about it all. Maybe a lot more than they do, but I don’t know how much of your childhood you’ve told to that lot.

[he always felt the need to separate his and Grian’s childhood. Just never felt like he deserved to say he lived through as much Grian did.]

[grians-mailbox]

when it comes to the hermits, they’ve seen pictures. even the ugly baby ones. [ he mumbles, playfully annoyed. ] pearl is the only hermit who knows knows stuff. [ jimmy too, but he’s only visiting and he knows even less. ]

you’re lucky, dude. i bet they’d rather know all the gritty details of my cringy teenage years than endure the— [ he visibly malfunctions, catching himself before it can slip out. ] the stuff i put them through every year.

[philzas-mailbox]

[he wasn’t sure how to respond. He just looked at his cup like it wronged him, a slight movement in the liquid making him remember his permanently shaky hands. A side effect from his low but persistent tension.]

Yeah… No one besides you knows. At least out here. I just always got too choked up when I try to tell it to anyone else, so I stopped trying. Kristen says I need therapy. I say I need caffeine, and to stop thinking about high school.

[with Grian, he just said what felt right. He was a lot less choosy with his words, did think of carefully curated responses based on what anyone else said.]

[philzas-mailbox]

Grian: mind a visit?

Ph1Lza: you’re always welcome over Mate

Ph1Lza: Everything alright?

[grians-mailbox]

Grian: it’sss

Grian: meh

Grian: be there in a minute

[ or several. not his fault they’re on different servers, but he makes it eventually, appearing in his brother’s relative proximity in a puff of purple particles. ]

phil?

[philzas-mailbox]

In the kitchen!

[he had just been making tea, being unable to sleep he figured he might as well enjoy the midnight stars with a nice cup. He also figured Grian might enjoy some. His less pigmented portions of skin were very blatant at the moment, he was too tired to shift them. Also too tired to fall asleep.]

[grians-mailbox]

like i’m supposed to know where that is!

[ grian calls back sarcastically, though his talons scratch against the floor as he trots straight to the kitchen. he pokes his head in first, surveying the room before walking in. ] hey. [ eyes are obvious in the way they stare before shifting down to the cups. ]

for me?

[philzas-mailbox]

Of course.

[he slid one mug over, taking a comforting drink of his own. It was a warmth that settled into his bones the way it only could this late as night.]

Any specific reason for this sudden visit…?

[he probably failed at masking the concern in his voice, but that was okay. He was allowed to be worried about his older brother.]

[grians-mailbox]

[ hands wrap around the mug, fingers lacing together when they meet. he leans his elbows on the counter, wings shifting behind him. ]

[ he stays quiet for a moment. he opens his mouth to speak, then hesitates. ] i love hermitcraft. [ he feels the need to clarify first. he shrugs, lifting the cup to take a sip. ] it just— it gets a little claustrophobic, being around people who… know. about the watcher stuff. about me.

[philzas-mailbox]

[he hummed, sitting on the counter. He always hummed the same, a quick low note.]

How am I different? I know about it all. Maybe a lot more than they do, but I don’t know how much of your childhood you’ve told to that lot.

[he always felt the need to separate his and Grian’s childhood. Just never felt like he deserved to say he lived through as much Grian did.]

[philzas-mailbox]

Grian: mind a visit?

Ph1Lza: you’re always welcome over Mate

Ph1Lza: Everything alright?

[grians-mailbox]

Grian: it’sss

Grian: meh

Grian: be there in a minute

[ or several. not his fault they’re on different servers, but he makes it eventually, appearing in his brother’s relative proximity in a puff of purple particles. ]

phil?

[philzas-mailbox]

In the kitchen!

[he had just been making tea, being unable to sleep he figured he might as well enjoy the midnight stars with a nice cup. He also figured Grian might enjoy some. His less pigmented portions of skin were very blatant at the moment, he was too tired to shift them. Also too tired to fall asleep.]

[grians-mailbox]

like i’m supposed to know where that is!

[ grian calls back sarcastically, though his talons scratch against the floor as he trots straight to the kitchen. he pokes his head in first, surveying the room before walking in. ] hey. [ eyes are obvious in the way they stare before shifting down to the cups. ]

for me?

[philzas-mailbox]

Of course.

[he slid one mug over, taking a comforting drink of his own. It was a warmth that settled into his bones the way it only could this late as night.]

Any specific reason for this sudden visit…?

[he probably failed at masking the concern in his voice, but that was okay. He was allowed to be worried about his older brother.]

[philzas-mailbox]

Grian: mind a visit?

Ph1Lza: you’re always welcome over Mate

Ph1Lza: Everything alright?

[grians-mailbox]

Grian: it’sss

Grian: meh

Grian: be there in a minute

[ or several. not his fault they’re on different servers, but he makes it eventually, appearing in his brother’s relative proximity in a puff of purple particles. ]

phil?

[philzas-mailbox]

In the kitchen!

[he had just been making tea, being unable to sleep he figured he might as well enjoy the midnight stars with a nice cup. He also figured Grian might enjoy some. His less pigmented portions of skin were very blatant at the moment, he was too tired to shift them. Also too tired to fall asleep.]

[philzas-mailbox]

Grian: mind a visit?

Ph1Lza: you’re always welcome over Mate

Ph1Lza: Everything alright?

[voidedwanderer]

"Not even Philza is safe from the gay roleplay"???

Philza "manwhore" Minecraft has never been safe from the gay roleplay

[philzas-mailbox]

[ he figures since he's already off server, he could stop by. he sits upon the ledge of a building he doesn't know, talons kicking idly. ]

sooooo... what's all that about your wife being a god or whatever?

[ he's pretty sure if she was a watcher he would have been able to tell but, well, he'll ask just to make sure. ]

I wifed death. Pretty simple mate. I met her after I died to the baby zombie, and well, now we’re married. One good thing came from dying in hardcore I guess.

[he shrugged, looking up from where he’d been feeding the wolves. So many wolves.]

[sqwdkllr]

I think about him a lot

[philzas-mailbox]

@motherdeathscrowmesssages

[anniemakes]

character flaws meme;;

Flaws. We all have them. Even our muses. In fact, they often make for better, more engaging characters. Send a symbol to learn about one of my muse’s weaknesses!

🙊what would my muse say their biggest flaw is

⧱ what really is my muse’s biggest flaw

🤳name three physical imperfections my muse has (birthmarks, gray hairs, muscular definition, etc)

🙈what’s my muse’s biggest blind spot?

🍰what’s my muse’s guilty pleasure?

😰when my muse is stressed, how do they act out?

💚what does my muse get envious over?

🚫what is one thing my muse wouldn’t want someone else to know about them?

🛌my muse’s biggest nightmare

✍️does my muse have a learning disability?

🎒what was my muse’s worst subject in school?

🙅‍♂️what does my muse feel insecure about?

👾what was my muse’s childhood bogeyman?

🙉what are two things that make my muse uncomfortable in conversation

[toxicrobotyaoi]

Soft OC Asks

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

🍄 What are your OCs favourite snacks? Their favourite comfort food which always cheers them up when they’re down? Favourite meal to make? Do they enjoy baking and cooking and are they any good in the kitchen?

🍁 Where does your OC go when they need to have some time to themself? Would they ever have their own “comfort corner” filled with all the things they like? Do they have a favourite spot outside that feels like its theirs and theirs alone?

🍂 Does your OC enjoy hugs? What do they do as a show of affection for: their friends, their family, their significant other(s) or for strangers? Over all what are they like with recieving affection from others?

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

🌾 Describe your OC through the eyes of someone absolutely head-over-heels in love with them

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

🌿 What way does your OC show that they care without using words? What way do others show your OC that they’re cared about without using speech?

🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

🌲 How deeply does your OC feel? Are they typically empathetic or do they have a hard time connecting with others in this way? What are they like when offering support and comfort to someone they care for?

🌺 What does your OC do to calm down when they’re scared or after a nightmare? Do they have any special comfort items or need to be reassured by a specific person? How do they handle this if they’re alone?

🌸 What are some of their favourite things and why? List as many as you can think of!

🥀 How would your OC decorate a notebook or journal? What kind of things are written in there? Could you give an example of a nice entry?

🌼 Who are this characters friends and found family? How did they meet, how long have they been friends for, could they ever be something more than just friends? What do they look for in a friend or a romantic partner?

Questions for You!

💫What is your favourite fact about this character and why?

☄️ Does this OC deserve better treatment from you? Do you make them suffer just a little bit too much? Be nice to them!

🌠 On a scale of 1 - 10 how Baby is your OC? BONUS when asking this question rate the OC yourself as see if the reply matches up!!

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

[philzas-mailbox]

[her foundation had all but disappeared, which wasn’t good considering there was a syndicate meeting. It didn’t matter when she was a he, and had facial hair, but she couldn’t shift to hide her vitiligo, which was obvious when she was smooth faced, if she had her wings hidden, which she was doing because the dress she had on didn’t have holes, nor did she want to make them. So now it was a matter of where the hell was her foundation?!]

[motherdeathscrowmesssages]

Hay love I think I grabbed the wrong foundation this ones too light for me-… <Kristen popped her head in holding the others foundation before looking her up and down and turning red> oh my. <just giving over the foundation and covering her neck in kisses> you looookkk soooo pretttyyyy~! My wife’s the prettiest<3!

[philzas-mailbox]

You flatter me Kristen! And I’m so glad you found it, I have a syndicate meeting soon!

[she returned the kisses, one right on the tip of Kristen’s nose. Gods she loved her wife.]

[motherdeathscrowmesssages]

it’s not flattery if it’s true;)! And you do? Say hi to the kiddos for me<3!! Btw fundy is coming over for tea with me so if you pop back in early say hi! <she just covered her wife in kisses in between her sentences and snuggled up to Phil- Philipa? Philie? She didn’t really know but she’d call her wife whatever she wanted!> ops- sorry about the lipstick- ehhh you good with heading to the meeting covered in lipstick? You’d look so pretty!- but it’s ok if you need help washing it off lol.

[philzas-mailbox]

It’s alright love, I think it looks great. And you know me and Fundy’s relationship is strained at best.

[she returned the kisses, happy to keep the lipstick marks.]

And you look even prettier.

[motherdeathscrowmesssages]

I know but- you should work on it. Especially after wil- you two are some of the few people who understand how it is. He lost a father and you lost a son. You two need comfort. Mwah. Plus like. My two favorite people:( anyway I’m nottttt but say it anyway because my wife calling me pretty is amazing U-U! <she sighed and just gently kissed her wife’s forehead with a little frown about the other and their grandkids relationship before back to dotting on her wife>

[philzas-mailbox]

I’ll try Kristen, I’ll try. And don’t you dare say you aren’t prettier, you absolutely are.

[she smiled, hugging her wife, spinning her around. She could look at Kristen for hours and not get bored, no matter the setting.]

[motherdeathscrowmesssages]

We can agree to disagree but like- my wife is the most beautiful woman in the universe and you can’t fight me on that cus I’ll just mother you with kisses>:D! <she just chuckled and kissed the smallers forehead before yonking some of Phil’s blush> btw that’s what I was looking for- here your concealer :)

[philzas-mailbox]

Well thank you my love.

[she kissed her on the cheek, knowingly leaving a small lipstick print.]

[philzas-mailbox]

Just looked, there is one just theres no posts

Thank you though!

You’re welcome! Enjoy your day!

[philzas-mailbox]

HI OOC RQ PLEASE IS THERE A TOMMY MAILBOX YET OR WOULD I BE ABLE TO BE THE TOMMY MAIL BOX

I’m like Ninety percent sure there is, but you can check the affiliates list- it should be below the cut on my pinned post-

[nomsfaultau]

Every time I see giant goddess Kristin this is all I can think

[philzas-mailbox]

@motherdeathscrowmesssages

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