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we got the funniest comment on establish connection and i had to draw it

You gotta excuse his 1920's ass, he's still learning slangs

I need someone to write angsty or hurt/comfort fic about Lucifer rethinking awkward moments like this one at 3am and scolding himself for messing up his relationship with Charlie. The comfort part could be a timeskip to time there their relationship established as an adorable family.

“This is the first time she’s called YOU in years…this has to be perfect…”

“HEYY BIITCH!!”

I love every single thing about this

Okay I need to say this (feel free to disagree, it’s just my opinion!!)

Philza isn’t a bad dad. He’s a misguided one.

Think about it. Wilbur died? A few months ago? Which is not nearly enough time to grieve properly? Phil is probably only at about he anger stage at best.

So imagine your son snapping. You do your best to save him but it’s just to late, and then he begs you to kill him. His blood is on your hands, and you have to live with that.

You have to see his literal ghost. On the daily. And this ghost of your child, your pride and joy, says that he can only remember happy memories. And one of those memories is his death, and the fact that it was you who killed him. And you have to live with that.

And then there’s your youngest son. Who’s always had hope in his eyes and a fire in his heart, who’s always had this amazing ability to fight back and speak up.

And then one day that all changes.

You don’t know what happens, but you watch as your youngest son is banished from a nation he built with his barehands which is also one of the only things left of your dead son.

Something happens to him in that exile, and by the time he makes it to your home he’s subdued and paranoid and afraid.

He’s not who he used to be. But he gets better, maybe. He learns to trust your closest friend (or eldest son, if you wanna include Techno in the family dynamic) again. He gets some of his spark back.

So you send them off to complete a mission. To get the discs back, the one thing that might fully bring back your youngest child.

And then Technoblade comes home alone. Angry and defensive. Heart bleeding from the inside out because he’s a person, god damn it, and why can’t Tommy understand that?

Technoblade tells you that Tommy has once again sided with a government. Not just any government, but the government that exiled him. The government that drove your older son to madness and death.

Tommy has sided with the reason you have blood on your hands in the first place.

Technoblade asks you to destroy the government beyond repair.

And who are you to deny that opportunity?

The way you see it, destroying L’Manburg might be the only way to save Tommy. It already corrupted Wilbur, what’s to keep it from doing the same to your other child? You can’t stand the thought of having any more family blood on your hands.

So you team with two of the most powerful people on the server and you destroy it.

Your youngest child is resigned, but your dead child screams at you. He wails and cries, he tells you to be quiet and shames you for what you’ve done to the nation.

The nation that killed him.

All you can do is apologize, and say that he might understand one day. A few minutes later the ghost talks to you again, completely forgetting the disagreement. He asks you to bring him back to life.

You can do it, you know you can. You’ve been studying the ancient scriptures since the literal day after his death. Nothing, not even the impossibility of resurrection, is going to stop you from saving your child. Not this time.

(In the mean time, you rescue another scared child from emotional ruin, leading him out of a small dark room with writing on the walls. You couldn’t save Wilbur from that. Maybe you can save Ranboo.)

The day of the resurrection comes. You’re forced to relive the worst day of your life, twice. The ghost of your child is scared and hesitant. You put down your weapons and comfort him in a soft voice until he feels like he’s ready for the ritual.

And it doesn’t work. (Your youngest son is watching you fail.) But you won’t stop. (You’ve read the scriptures, you have one last plan.) You can save him. (Please, god, you just want to save him.)

You hunt down one of the rarest items in the world, a Totem. It reeks of death and dark magic, but if it can bring back your son than it will have been worth it.

You pray that it’s worth it. Because you don’t know what you’ll do if you can never hold your son again. You don’t know what you’ll do if one day your youngest son begs for you to kill him.

Those aren’t options you’re willing to let happen. Not on your watch.

Philza’s actions are misguided. He’s in unimaginable amounts of grief, and that sometimes makes it hard for him to understand what others need and want.

Everything he’s done has been to get Wilbur back, keep Tommy from following Wilbur’s path, and help Techno (either his oldest friend or eldest child) feel like something more than a weapon to be used.

He’s gone out of his way to give advice to and care for children that he reasonably shouldn’t feel the need to. (Tubbo, Ranboo, Fundy.)

He’s not perfect. Not by any means. Should he have destroyed L’Manburg? From an outward position, maybe not. But to him? It’s nothing more than a leech that took his children away from him, multiple times over. (Wilbur died three times due to L’Manburg and Tommy died twice.)

All he wants is to never have to hurt anyone he cares about ever again. This want has made him resistant to any ideas other than his own. It’s his guilt to bear and therefore his problem to fix.

Just because his labors are mostly off screen (Researching resurrection, planning L’Manburg’s destruction, etc.) doesn’t mean they aren’t there, or that they don’t have reasoning behind them.

He’s a parent that’s lost his family. Wouldn’t you do horrible things to avenge that? Wouldn’t you burn down the world just to give your children a bit of warmth?

(Again, these are just my thoughts!! I just wanted to explain why I’m a Philza apologist on one place :D you’re welcome to disagree!

This is also just about their characters on the Dream SMP, not the real life Content Creators.)

in Randvi's room in the longhouse when you get the wrath of the druids DLC there's a letter from Hytham talking abt Azar where's he's like "she had to dress as the other gender and she's discovered that her true self is of neither" which is. SO funny to me he really said "her pronouns are they/them!!"

everyone saying the match thing is just because she wants to be w fitz,, guys. do you understand what this means for her. even if youre talentless, in the lost cities, the one thing that unifies all of them is the right to a match list. and she cant even have that. is it really so wrong for her to want to feel less like an outcast and more ordinary, just this once? that’s why im a little ok w fitz saying it’s only logical she find her bio parents- even if it’s mostly for selfish reasons. and he apologises for that later, too. im saying that no one really understands the significance of the list to her and just telling her that matchmaking isn't important is not going to make her feel any less an outcast

"Uh, no, I don't think so," Blitz assured her. He hesitated, because while the woman was hot she was also pretty fucking intimidating, then stepped forward and offered the wine. "Here. Um. Thank you. For having me." Even if your staff are a bunch of bitches, he thought, but had enough sense to say. Stolas's staff didn't like him either, and Blitz really couldn't fault them for it--or Stella's. He was the homewrecker. There were probably a lot of ways he and Stolas could have gone about things that wouldn't have fucked Stella's life up so hard...

Thinking about all of that was going to give him a headache, though, and he figured he better save his headache-points for whatever their actual conversation would be. Which was, in and of itself, a good damn question. Because now that he was here, looking up at this glorious demon, Blitz didn't know what to say.

What was that shit the Morningstar girl sang? That was always on the radio these days?

It starts with sorry That's your foot in the door One simple Sorry Spoken straight from the core... Something like that? It wasn't really his musical style, but it was catchy and he had to fight the urge to hum it now.

Stepping away, he looked for something to sit on and climbed up onto a couch. Freakin' Goetia and all their furniture, designed for tall motherfuckers.

"So, uh... I guess... there's no way this won't be awkward. But I feel like you... you haven't... really... I mean..." Looking down, Blitz rubbed at the back of his head. "I get the impression you and Stolas have been fighting too much for him to really hear you? So I--I want to. If there's stuff you want to say. I want to hear you." His golden eyes looked up, meeting hers, apologetic and nervous and unsure, but also sincere. Blitz didn't like hurting people, and even if part of him wanted to loathe this woman for how she treated Stolas... he also knew he maybe didn't get the whole picture. And maybe, you know, just fucking maybe, Stella deserved to be seen. To be more than just the unwanted wife at yet one more point of her story.

Blitz tried to keep his breathing even and his body language relaxed and still. Stella could tear him apart in a heartbeat if she wanted to. He just had to pray she wouldn't decide to use those pretty talons of hers.

And I gotta quit being afraid of her, he realized, cause that's just... judging her, right? Which isn't fair.

A servant would answer the door, looking a bit surprised to see Blitz there. "Ah, you must be Blitz." A look up and down Blitz's form. "The homewrecker." The servant added as an afterthought. A shrug, and a gesture for Blitz to follow them.

The servant led Blitz to the drawing room and informed that Stella would see him shortly and scampered off. A few minutes would pass before Stella would announce her presence.

"So you actually showed up." Stella raised a brow, sniffing haughtily. She stared down at the imp, noting the bottle of wine tucked under arm. Probably that cheap swill but she suppose she would accept. It was her duty as a gracious host after all. "Were you seen?"

{ Kaizaan } - “Eight bucks for iced-coffe? That’s such a ripoff. It’s just fucking robbery.”

Blitz snorted and nodded in agreement, glancing over at her. "You're telling me. And thanks to these fucks, actual robbery's barely enough to get people by these days, since everyone's spending their money on..." He shut up long enough to take a long drink from his cup, frowned, and drank again. "Damn it. This is really fucking good though." Blitz had purchased an iced Fizzie-Dream, because he wanted the cup with a picture of his friend on it. He held it up by his face and took a quick selfie to send to Fizz later, then focused and tried to act cool again when he looked back at the thief.

"At least it's tasty. Cotton candy, caffeine, white chocolate, almond milk, and edible glitter, and fuck me, it's good. So. It's Kaizer right? Something like that?" He nodded for her to join him; there was a little booth open near a window. Blitz settled down comfortably, watching her with interest. "I've heard sketchy shit about you--which probably means you're awesome. So. What's up? How's it uh, hanging, and all that?" Fuck, he'd made it weird.

i don't fw Mike Wheeler haters.

him? thats who you got beef with? cope, seethe, idk. Stay losing

i'm holding him gently