#wallduo

[lucentshore]

genuinely i think i've absolutely lost it when it comes to philza and fit dude. i just cant get over them.

their characters are so interesting. a 2b2t historian forced to learn how to be a single father and raise a dad, and a hardcore world main married to the goddess of death raising a child alone after his assigned partner can't linger, best of friends.

they don't talk for weeks or days or god knows how long and it doesn't even matter. fit is loud and chaotic and loves instigating mayhem, and phil is usually laid back and chill but gets protective and wrathful when he can, and so when they meet in the middle, god help anyone in the blast radius of whatever hell they're about to create.

forever's pursuits get shut down, and missa isnt around much, and phil's wife isnt there (fit swears there's a crow that phil nuzzles sometimes, though, and they love sitting on his shoulder, and there's his purple sheen to their feathers and - nah. no. not his business. but it would make sense for the goddess of death to be able to take on the appearance of a crow,) yet when fit jokingly makes advances, flirts and makes suggestive jokes, phil laughs and feeds into it or plays along with this scrunch of his nose and a smile and makes fit grin, knowing that's a level of trust that phil doesn't even voice as being one.

phil runs to help him in a fight, shares things with him ("oh, youre too good to me, phil!" and phil laughs at fit's exaggerated tone), and fit doesn't think he's trusted someone this much since before he joined 2b2t for the first time, but he briefly considers telling phil why he's really on this island.

they exist on opposite ends of a spectrum that's something past what humans know - fit's fingers and the tips of his ears stained black with how often he was withered, phil's quick thinking and paranoia learned from the need to survive in a world where he's alone - and yet they get along, clicking together like pieces of a puzzle, sticking like glue.

don't bother praying to any god at all, should they meet in the middle with you as their target, because nothing can save you. not from the historian of 2b2t and the angel of death.

[lucentshore]

fit, who lived on 2b2t for years long enough he lost count.

fit, who was known for his work documenting 2b2t's history.

fit, who is covered in scars and knows how to cause chaos that doesn't compare to the other kind of chaos on this island.

fit, who made a house, a home, out of a lava cast.

fit, who has an uncanny smile and a dangerous look to his eyes whenever he's up to no good.

fit mc, 2b2t. the same fit that phil can trust when he says "that's real, phil. you're not dreaming."

fit, who is real.

[lucentshore]

(cracks my knuckles) i have a new duo to be entirely abnormal about.

fit mc 2b2t is one of the wildest, most unpredictable, and theoretically speaking, most dangerous residents of quesadilla island. he's all sharp eyes and a wicked grin and a rough laugh and something not quite human but human enough to unsettle those who are. his eyes rip through you like a monster and his metal arm and metal fingers and that unnatural glint in his left eye say something about what he is.

philza minecraft, angel of death, does not fear him. he has no reason to. fit's egg, a little rambunctious kiddo, loves being around his own egg. their kids get along like a house on fire, and so do they. fit's joking flirts and suggestive remarks are funny, his crows squawk and caw in disbelief and create a ruckus when they riff of each other like that, but phil can see in fit's eyes that he doesn't mean the jokes. he knows who phil follows. he knows about her. no resident of 2b2t doesn't. phil's hands are rough from building and his mind is honed and creative, and he knows his wife is always at his back.

so when phil turns to fit, asks if he still knows how to lava cast, fit's eyes gleam with excitement and a smile somehow serious and giddy all at once crosses his face - yeah, he does.

and when phil stares at a parrot, eyes distant, crows perching and watching him worriedly, one hopping up to his side and tugging on his robe with their beak to no response, fit tells him its real, and admits aloud - on purpose - how weird it is that they're by the museum, watching phil's eyes focus more as he nods slowly.

and if some day, phil turns to fit with those clever eyes, and asks fit to burn the world down with him, slaughter everyone who stands in their way, fit will make sure he prepares an offering for the goddess of death in apology for all the work she's about to have to do.