Phil didn’t flourish in this environment, the furthest thing from it.
Phil hadn’t killed more than was necessary, and he looted the apartments of those he knew were gone, trying to ignore the mournful feeling in his chest, these had been his neighbors. Maybe not his friends, but he still felt some degree of connection.
And now, he had seen their shambling, rotting corpses on the ground outside their apartment building.
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or, phil's adventure at the end of the world
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a zombie apocalypse fic merging characters from the QSMP and the DSMP :)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64979515/chapters/167052358
IT’S GONNA GET WEIRD
technoblade is a god.
a god of the water, the youngest one out of all his brothers and sisters. he’s important, life cannot exist with out the water. he’s important, water can beckon those unfortunate enough into deaths grasp.
technoblade was tired of simply being an asset, he wanted to *create*, he wanted to do what life did, because the oceans were so barren.
and he did, he created Life. the merfolk.
life was angry, he was furious actually. how dare technoblade create life? he’s a god of the water, the oceans. he has *no right.*
technoblade is cast out, doomed to be chained to the bottom of his ocean for all eternity for going against the sacred laws and rules of the gods.
phil is a wandering merfolk, he does not belong to a pod. he finds oddities in the deep parts of the oceans, trades them for coin and lives a quiet, albeit lonely life.
he makes a friend, a lady with a sleek black tail and purple eyes that shimmer with something otherworldly. she joins him, claiming she’s looking for her brother. phil helps, and she promises him great coin for the venture. she says her name is kristin.
he goes into a trench, like normal. except this one reaches deeper then he’s ever seen one go, and he follows it down. down, down, down.
he sees a statue, chained wrapping around its entire body and cementing it to the ocean floor. it’s huge, easily three times phil’s size.
hes studying the statue, and it looked tired. he thinks it’s weird, but..
the statue blinks at him.
the saga continues 🎃
happy November 16th to those who celebrate!
when they serve bisexual realness
death family !!!
for rwotter collab.. i cooka da pizza.. i drawa the pig.. i have a headache
the growing up and realizing that you would NEVER treat someone your past age like that is so fucking real. God man i hope hes okay