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hi!! just a poll since one of the creators I follow really LIKES builderman. Who do you think is the hottest character in the survivors of the game Forsaken, or generally, who do you think if they existed in real life will have you head over heels?

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Reader x 1x1x1x1

Your feet pound against the ground below you, your lungs burning from running for so long.

You were desperate to escape, avoiding anyone and everything. The rounds had only just begun for the day and you weren't ready. So now, all you can do is run.

You spot a generator off in a corner of the area. Slowing down you turn to see if your alone.

Not a single other person in sight. For now at least.

You kneel down to the generator, careful to not cross the wrong wires within the machine.

There are some sparks, but that is to be expected by now. Every few seconds you turn to see if anybody is near by, only to be met by nothing.

You hear the screams of another farther away, which means who ever the killer is for this round is busy. Which gives you time.

But that time turns out to not be enough.

The more you work on the generator, the more complex the wires get and you have to put all your focus into it.

You mess it up once or twice but that's fine. It's okay. You have time, no one is near by-

Your thoughts are interrupted by the snapping of a twig behind you. You jump and quickly turn, ready to book it again.

And you spot them.

Their white hair, red eyes, and exposed ribcage.

1x1x1x1....

At least you know who the killer for this round is.

The both of you stare at each other for several seconds, waiting for the other to move first. You can hear your own heartbeat pounding in your ear.

They would make the first step, dragging her sword along the ground as he strode towards you.

Your feet stay planted to the ground, unable to run or look away from them.

He stops mere feet from you before crouching down to your level. She reaches behind her back before quickly pulling something out. You close you eyes, waiting for the inevitable stinging pain you were about to feel.

But it never came. You peak an eye open to see....

A flower.

Your favorite flower in fact.

Where did they get this?

You fully look at him and you notice she's holding the flower so very gently as to not harm it's petals.

They look at you, a small look of concern? Worry? adorns their face.

" I had remembered you talking about this flower last time we met. I found it, just for you. "

Her voice is small, and quiet. Your unsure if it's to keep hidden or something else.

You smile at him and gently take the flower from their hand, looking at it closely.

It's been well taken care of, not a single bit of damage has come to it's form other than where it's stem had been cut.

" Thank you- But why not wait until our meeting? " You ask them.

Watch as they glance away for a moment, almost in a bashful way. You find it endearing.

" I...simply wished to give it to you as soon as I could. I could not wait wait for tonight. "

He was excited to give it to you. How sweet.

You gently place the flower behind your ear, to keep it safe for now.

" Well, I love it. "

They smile at you, happy you enjoy their gift. They gently reach out to hold you hand, bringing it to their zipped mouth. He places a gentle kiss atop it as she looks up at you.

" I shall see you again tonight then. Stay safe, my Dear. "

1x stands from their crouched position to resume their hunt of the other survivors, leaving you with flushed cheeks and a new flower.

Oh how you love them.

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I need more mics and drums but BUILDERMAN EDITION ‼️‼️

I'm eating your au up and leaving no crumbs for the others🤭 sorry not sorry

A/n: after your chance fanfic I just HAD TO PROPOSE TO U so this is my proposal to you PLEASE ASAWAHIN MO NA AKO MAHAL 💍💍 @mikkies also my personal headcanon is that he's Filipino idc if it's not canon I DO WHATEVER I WANT

Muilti Instrumentalist! Builderman

The sun was setting as the band packed their belongings together, all of them were physically tired from their performance; Noob was trying hard not to fall asleep, Elliot was stretching his arms, and Dussekar was carrying the equipment that Shedletsky couldn't carry. All of them had their arms slumped, especially Builderman.

They couldn't handle human interaction anymore and would rather drop dead on the floor than speak any longer. Heck! Even Chance; the most talkative person they know shut their mouth up.

But, it was expected of course, since it was their first time performing in a stage.

They were just gonna pack the last set of speakers when someone called out to them. "WAIT" someone shouted, they froze up and turned to look at who was shouting for their attention, the person in question was running towards them with a guitar slung over their shoulders.

Some of them held a groan— they didn't really wanna deal with anyone right now, and their tired forms were evident of that. And you knew that.

And while you were approaching them, they were silently communicating who they wanted to send to talk with you— and they all unanimously agreed that builderman was more suited for that; yes he was tired, but he was more likely to be polite talking to fans— well, limit there of.

When you finally reached them, builderman stepped up to talk to you, but before he could you held out your hand, as if to signal him to wait, and he did, while you regained your breath.

After catching your breath back you slowly stood up from your slumped position and handed your ukelele to him. He was about to protest but you cut him off before he could "I know that you don't wanna deal with fans anymore" you started. Then you looked up, finding a new found confidence and held eye contact "But I'm not here to talk"

"I'm here for you"

A beat of silence passed between you two— a really uncomfortable one that made you realize what you just said "WAIT— no no I don't mean it like that— I meant—" he chuckled at your scrambling and flustered attempt to explain yourself; the kind of chuckle that made butterflies flutter around your stomach, it was hearty, tired, and filled with warmth at the same time.

"It's okay, what do you want me to do?" He asked with a tired smile— the best smile that he could do admist his tiredness, you smiled in returned. "I just want on you guy's signatures on my guitar" you said while taking off your guitar and handing it to him.

Your guitar had a lot of stickers, paint, and laces on it, it was chaotic and aesthetically pleasing at the same time, and he couldn't help but smile unconsciously at the charm of it.

He handled it with care and carried it in his arms with gentleness that made you wonder if he thought that it was made of glass. "Are you a long time fan of ours?" He asked while holding his hand out for a pen. You gave it to him while answering his question, "yeah, how'd you know?"

He smiled and pointed at the first ever poster they released using Chance's printer— it was the same one, but smaller to fit the guitar, you flushed at the revealed fact, not expecting him to notice right away, but I guess it's noticeable when you're the one who made it. "Kinda hard not to when that's literally plastered there" he teased.

You chuckled and shook your head in embarrassment. He smiled and continued to sign your guitar.

He handed you back the guitar, you took it back graciously and gawked at the ingrained initials and at the signature— your one and only dream to be noticed by an artist was finally fulfilled, even though it was just a small band, you still held it near your chest in admiration.

You thanked him and was about to get out to not bother them further, but he stopped you by grabbing your arm gently and handed you something. You tilted your head in confusion but you stopped your tracks anyways to take it along with your pen.

There it was. His initials and his phone number.

You could barely handle your shock and stared at him dumbfounded, he smiled, "you're our first ever fan. It'd be sad not to acknowledge you, isn't it not?" He said while patting your back while you were still in shock, and he can't help but laugh a little at your expression.

"Get safe at home, okay kid?"

After that interaction, you didn't waste any time to spend time with him— with all the band members. You literally couldn't contain your excitement and admiration when you literally got noticed and got the privilege to see them perform behind the stage, and to hear their unreleased songs.

You got close to the band pretty fast; with your energetic and easy going nature, it's not that hard for you.

You always found time to spend time with them and learn about them and their other interests than make music. Yes even two time. They're actually chill and nice once you get to know about them; You found out a lot of things about them, like how Noob crashes out on horror games, how Elliot was actually a part time pizza worker, and how Builderman was actually a half Filipino.

Slowly, you found yourself as their friend than their first ever fan— and yes, they found out that you're actually their first ever fan, the fan that stuck around, the fan that refuse to give up on them.

They loved your stubbornness, your easy going nature, and you in general.

Especially Builderman.

At first, Builderman just had a fascination about you because you were literally their most loyal fan, and also friend. But slowly it turned into something more than that.

Then he noticed the littlest things about you; about how you would bag stickers to stick them on their instruments, at how you would scrunched your nose when your annoyed at something, and how you would tilt your head a little when you're curious or confused about something.

Then all of a sudden he fell, and he fell for you hard.

So hard that he made songs about you, or inspired about you— all of which were in Filipino to make it not suspicious. At how he switched your nickname specifically to "mahal" (love) instead of the usual "kid" and at how he would linger in your hugs.

Until finally, he would sometimes switch language to say something that he didn't want you to hear; like confessions, talking about how beautiful you are, and sometimes even the littlest things he noticed about you.

So you were naturally suspicious about what he was saying. So you asked Shedletsky for help, knowing he was the only one that Builderman taught bits and pieces about his language.

...

"C'mon Shedletsky" you whined as you shook him back and forth, he just smirked at you like he just successfully rage baited you. "Just tell me what he's saying"

He shook his head in response with a smile— oh he knew what builderman was saying, although just bits and pieces, it doesn't take a genius what he's saying. And who was he to ruin the surprise? To ruin the fun he had listening to him basically confess to you, while you were oblivious to it.

"Nahhh I think I'm more content not helping you thanks" he said smugly, this just annoyed you further and shook him more violently this time. "You fucking asshole"

But as fun as you were to tease, he wanted to have an ounce of guilt and give you a little bit of help. "Y'know you could just install a live translator in your phone right?" You stopped shaking him and stared at him like he held all the answers of the world. "OH MY GOSH YOU'RE RIGHT!— thanks Shed!" You joyfully shouted and bolted out, finally you had a solution.

Meanwhile Shedletsky smirked while trying to hold his laughter, "oh my god this is going to be fun"

Today, was an especially special day— well, for you atleast; because you'll finally know what your friend is saying in his language, so you planned this out strategically, and this has to work, or else you wouldn't catch a wiff of what he's saying.

You dressed up in your most simplest but also kind of cute outfit you could construct. And headed to where Builderman would usually be; his garage.

The door creeked open as you went in his garage; and there he was, tuning his electric guitar with his usual unnerving silence and concentration, at first he didn't notice you, too engrossed. But when you sat next to him, he fully turned his attention to you.

"Oh? —" he said your name in a confused tone, "what are you doing here?" He asked, you just rolled you eyes "c'mon build, y'know how I show up to houses unannounced to hang out" you said it as if it was the most natural thing in the world— and if you're them, it was.

He smiled, yeah he knew that, "yeah yeah, I know that, I just didn't expect you to hang out with me"

You shook your head "as if, you're my friend too dumbass" you said while punching his side gently as a joke, he didn't even flinch and only chuckled.

Then time seemed to stay still as you guys shared a comfortable silence; you were looking around at his room boredly, while he stared at you with those love sick eyes.

"Ang gandang-ganda mo talaga, mahal"

And god did you wish you stayed curious in that moment, you wished you didn't take Shedletsky's advice and just stayed curious, and most of all, you wished you didn't put the love translator in full blown speaker.

"You're so beautiful my love"

You snapped your attention at your phone and fumbled to reach it out your pockets, your face was burning bright red and your chest was banging against your rib cage, and you wished he didn't hear it, didn't hear the translation, didn't hear how much his words affected you.

But alas, fate had a twisted way of showing up in the wrong times.

"Oh?"

He asked confused, and even though he looked calm on the outside, his heart was racing a damn track race, his ears was turning red, and all he could think of was why does she have a translator on?

"Ah— ah heh, uhm... It's not what it sounds like I swear" you fumbled through your flusteredness, struggling to find words. And damn, if he didn't look so good, you would've chocked him.

"You have a translator installed?" He asked while scooting closer to you, his curiousness hiding his intent of making you more flustered, because damn you for making him into a mindless love consumed zombie.

"EKK!— uhm— hah! W-what no—... It's just my uhm.. Music! Yeah! Music" you said while shuffling back, you clearly saw how he was trying to get close to you, and you wished you could— you wished you could battle your flusteredness and face your fear and lean in closer to him. But no, you can't, and curse the world for making your brain to mush over this!

"Mhm, right, a weird AI voice that coincidentally played after I said something in my native language" he said with a faded smirk, all while he was getting close, and closer to you. And unfortunately, you can't back up any longer cause there's a wall behind you.

"Mahal ko, hindi mo matatago sa akin yan" he chuckled, then finally, he caged you in his arms, and all you could think off was how close he is that you could practically smell his signature, intoxicating, Cologne.

Then ping!

"My love, you can't hide that from me"

Embarrassment seeped through your skin; you could feel your body starting to sweat from your burning heat, you could feel and hear your heartbeat, and you could most definitely, hear your raging thoughts about him. And God did you wish to disappear right then and there.

Then his confident demeanor snapped when he realized that you truly did have a translator and it wasn't what you claimed to be. He smiled gently. "Finally... I can finally say my confession to you freely"

You snapped your attention to him— which, before was looking anywhere but at him, but now? He had your full attention.

"Wh— what do you mean?"

You managed to say, and he looked at you, really looked at you with those same loving eyes he has been, but today, there was no hiding from it anymore, so he showed you how much he did love you.

"Anak ng langit... alam mo ba kung gaano kalalim ang pagmamahal ko sa'yo? Nararamdaman mo ba kung paano mo ako binabago at pinapangibabawan sa bawat araw?"

This time, the translator was delayed, and you two shared a comfortable silence, none of you spoke, but you could practically hear how intimate that was. Then finally, what you dreaded and hoped for finally came though.

"oh my god, do you realize how much I truly love you? Do you realize how you affect me on a daily basis?"

He then leaned in close to your ears.

"Mahal ko, nababaliw na ako sa ka-tangahan mo, akala ko alam mo na mahal kita"

He said in a low raspy tone that you didn't even know he could do. And damn you wanted to restrain him right then and there. But you just gulped down the saliva that collected in your mouth that you didn't even know you held.

"My love, I'm going crazy at your obliviousness, I thought I already made it clear that I loved you?"

Your brain officially turned to mush, it cannot be turned back to a proper brain anymore.

A/n: I don't know what I'm doing 😀 but idc cause I was running on those Elliot gooning drug that keeps me pumping of these fuckass ideas that keeps popping up on my brain cause I'm CRAZY single ANYWAYS 😋 I hope you guys have a GOOD feast on this

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You're standing face to face with "I told you so"

Guest 1339 x Fem!READER (one sided 007n7 x reader)

Vi's notes: just a small short little fic inspired by @/mikkies recent fic:33

Everything is perfect, well, for you it is.

Being brought to this hellhole was the worst thing you had ever experienced, one time your in your home tending to your flowers and then the next thing you know you're in a cabin heavily confused and scared.

Taph, who was coincidentally there in the cabin just sitting on the sofa— immediately perked up in surprise at the sudden noise of a thud that echoed throughout the whole cabin. The guy immediately stood up, wings on his head and back twitching in alarm at your appearance.

He was the first person to see you, and to help you. He immediately went to find Dusekkar— who inturn informed Builderman about you.

They were a lot of questions asked, too much, too overwhelming for your head, panic quickly seeped in the cracks of your emotions and before you knew it, you were having a panic attack.

Guest, the person who is sitting the closest immediately told everyone to back up and stop with the questions for now. His hands gently finding it's way to your shoulder in a way of comfort. The gesture is innocent, friendly, nothing else.

But for you? You saw something else, something different. From that day on forward, he is often seen close or beside you. Protecting you in matches, patching you up with gentleness you didn't expect for a man who seems to look all rough and serious all the time.

Time built up, you grew to learn on how to love him, to care for him. Builderman, shedletsky, dusekkar, hell even Elliot warned you about how he is married and it will never work well for you if ever the both of you continue on in your relationship..but you didn't listen, you never did.

You are stubborn, hard headed, brave even. Guest himself didn't know why he fell for you either, maybe he did, you look like her, you even speak, laugh like her, it's driving him crazy. The way your head tilts whenever he asked you a particular question, the way your eyes closed whenever you laugh, everything reminds him of her, of Daisy.

Maybe that's what made him fall for you, he knows it's wrong, inhumane, but he didn't mean to, he knows that not an excuse, it's not an excuse to let you be the temporary replacement for the woman he married, the woman he longed for.

He never was really yours, he never was, you knew that, you felt it, you saw it. Everytime her name is mentioned, he tenses up before breaking into a bittersweet soft smile that you never see him wear whenever you are with him.

He is never meant to be yours, he's not yours. That's the lesson you learnt the hard way. It felt like a stab wound to the heart, and it hurts badly, like the imaginary knife that twisted deep in your skin finding its way to your heart organ.

You wept that night, and who was next to you? 007n7, he found you crying on your cabin floor, pain written all over your face.

He knew, of course he knew, he was one of the people who told you that this is a bad idea, but he supported you nonetheless, all just to see you happy. It was worth it, to see you smile in another man's arms, it was worth it— for a while.

He should be happy, but he isn't, not when your crying in his arms while he whisper sweet comforting words to your ears.

"I'm foolish... I'm a fool thinking he actually loves me for who I am..and not for who I reminded him of.." you whispered that night, voice cracking with emotion that you rarely shows under your kind, caring, and brave facade.

You hated it, you hated how everyone told you that this is a bad idea, how they were right, you hated how he left you gathering the pieces of your broken heart that he carelessly threw away like a mere trash, the same heart that you gave to him, the same heart that you asked him to take care of.

And you hated how naive you are to actually think he'll forget her.

Well that hurts🙁💔

I say we blame Mikki /j

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I like to think that the c00lkid doesn't realize he looks different now. He's still a kid who's afraid of being abandoned anyway

and shoot me, but these guys are not going to leave kid alone o(-( killers family yaaaaayyyy

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Oi oi oi oi

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Look at these bff idiots/p

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drew them on expressions thing cuz why not

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a couple photos from my first roll of harman phoenix... this really is a very unique film. i am excited to shoot more of it.

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Art by Shuhao jiang

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Damn bro....

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「 I WANT A PEACEFUL LIFE WITH YOU, AND LOOK AT EVERYONE FROM THE TOP OF THE WORLD. 」

Telamon x GN! Overworked! Reader

warnings: none!

notes: Wrote this really fast (Telamon is my top 3 fav so it was really easy to flow the words a bit) since I know you're having a bad day, it'll be useless if I don't prioritize someone having a really bad day🙇‍♀️ anyways, take care of yourself Illumina!!! I don't want one of my favorite writers burnt out:(

THE GOLDEN GLOW of Robloxia’s sun was dimming, signaling the onset of evening.

Yet, your work was far from over. 

Stacks of reports, code debugging, and tedious administrative duties piled up like an unyielding mountain before you. 

Your eyes burned from staring at the screen for hours, your fingers aching as they moved robotically across the keyboard.

The soft rustle of feathers broke your concentration.

“Do you even remember what the sun looks like?” The familiar, slightly condescending tone of Telamon drifted to your ears. You didn’t bother looking up, your mind too sluggish and your focus too buried in the endless tasks.

“Not now, Telamon,” you mumbled, rubbing your temples. “I’m busy.”

There was a brief silence, and you almost thought he had left until the corner of your vision caught his robe swaying as he approached. 

His large wings were concealed, but the smaller ones on his head twitched in a manner that betrayed his irritation—or concern. It was hard to tell with him sometimes.

“Busy doing what, exactly? Trying to work yourself into the ground?” His voice was sharp, but his gaze softened as he looked at the tired lines on your face. “Even gods don’t push themselves this hard.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but no words came out. Instead, a yawn escaped, betraying your exhaustion. Telamon raised an eyebrow, his golden eyes gleaming with knowing amusement.

“I thought so.”

Before you could protest, Telamon grabbed the chair you were seated on, wheeling you away from your desk effortlessly. Despite your resistance, his actions were deliberate and firm.

“Telamon!” You twisted in your seat, but his grip on the backrest was unyielding. “I don’t have time for this. There’s too much to do!”

He huffed, the sound revealing his irritation. “And you’re doing none of it efficiently in this state. You mortals have an uncanny way of destroying yourselves over trivial tasks.”

“Trivial?” you snapped. “This isn’t—”

“Trivial compared to your health,” he interrupted smoothly. “You’ll be no use to anyone if you collapse.” His tone softened as he added, “Even I know that much.”

Your protests fizzled out as he led you away from your workspace. 

Telamon guided you to a quiet corner of Robloxia, a serene grove nestled between towering trees whose branches glowed faintly in the twilight. 

The gentle rustling of leaves and the soothing hum of birds was the only sound. It was a stark contrast to the chaos you left behind.

“I…” You blinked, suddenly overwhelmed by the tranquility. “I don’t have time for this.”

“You do now,” he said simply, conjuring a blanket from seemingly nowhere. With a deft flick of his wrist, he laid it on the soft grass, then gestured for you to sit. 

His wings shifted beneath his robes, feathers brushing against the fabric as he made himself comfortable beside you.

You hesitated, but the weight of his gaze—and your own fatigue—won out. Sinking onto the blanket, you sighed, your muscles finally relaxing.

Telamon’s small winged ears twitched again, and for a moment, he looked more owl than god. “See? It’s not so hard to rest.”

“I’m not used to it,” you admitted, pulling your knees to your chest. “There’s always something that needs to be done.”

He tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made your cheeks warm. “And yet, here you are. Alive. Functioning. Despite it all.” His tone softened as he added, “You’re stronger than you realize.”

Your heart ached at the unexpected kindness in his words. 

You watched him for a moment, his golden eyes reflecting the gentle glow of the grove around you.

Telamon rarely showed this side of himself—a quieter, softer presence. It was disarming, and yet, comforting all the same.

“Do you ever rest?” you asked, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Telamon chuckled, a low sound that resonated in the stillness. “I’m a god, remember? Rest comes differently for us. But even gods need a reprieve now and then.” 

He leaned back, letting his wings shift beneath his robes, a few feathers escaping to catch the faint breeze. “Mortals like you remind us of that.”

You smiled faintly, leaning against him. “So you’re saying I’m helping you, too?”

“Perhaps,” he replied, his tone teasing. Then, more seriously, “You’re a curious thing. Stubborn, driven, but… fragile. It’s admirable and maddening all at once.”

The admission surprised you. Telamon wasn’t one to express his thoughts so openly, and you found yourself touched by his words. 

The fatigue that had weighed so heavily on you felt lighter now, as though his presence had absorbed some of it.

The minutes stretched into hours as the two of you sat together in silence, the grove’s calming ambiance lulling your overworked mind into a rare state of peace.

Telamon was known for his sharp tongue and aloof demeanor, but moments like this revealed the depth of his character—a god who cared, even if he rarely showed it.

“Thank you,” you murmured, leaning slightly against him. His feathers were softer than you expected, and his presence radiated a quiet strength that eased the tension in your chest.

“Don’t mention it,” he replied, but the faintest smile tugged at his lips.

For the first time in days, you felt truly at peace. And as the stars began to dot the sky, Telamon stayed by your side, a silent guardian ensuring you found the rest you so desperately needed.

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「 YOU, MY LOVELY STAR BRINGS ME JOY. 」

1x1x1x1 x GN! Star! Reader

warnings: none!

notes: last request before I hit the hay and I had to rewatch star vs the forces of evil of write this since I forgot how she acts.

THE SUN HUNG low in the crimson-hued sky, painting the wasteland in bloodied tones as it cast stark shadows across jagged cliffs.

Amid this desolation stood 1x1x1x1, an embodiment of seething hatred, their form almost too vibrant to exist in the bleak landscape. The flickering black and green flames wreathed their body, casting a hellish glow against the cracked, ash-ridden earth.

And then, you appeared.

Bounding into view, your colorful presence was a stark contrast to the grim scenery. You wore a wide grin, your energy boundless, and your spirit indomitable. In your hands was a crude wand, hastily made but radiating charm, much like yourself.

“Hey there, gloomy pants!” you called, your voice a bright melody that echoed through the desolation.

1x1x1x1 turned slowly, her red eyes narrowing as he took in your figure. Their chest, glowing with an eerie green hue, displayed the skeletal form within, and his swords hummed with an unnatural menace.

“What do you want?” their voice was cold, laced with disdain.

“Oh, I just saw you all broody over here and thought you could use a little cheer-up spell!” you beamed, twirling your wand with dramatic flair. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll crack a smile—or at least stop looking like you want to turn me into ash.”

1x1x1x1’s grip on her daemonshanks tightened. “Do you not fear me, little nuisance?”

“Pfft, fear? Nah, I’ve faced way scarier!” you replied, stepping closer without a shred of hesitation. “You’re just misunderstood, aren’t you? Deep down, there’s probably a big ol’ softie under all that doom and gloom.”

For a moment, silence hung in the air. The flames around them flickered as if unsure whether to lash out or retreat. The zipper-like line of their mouth twitched, unreadable.

“Misunderstood?” he echoed, their voice low and mocking. “I am the embodiment of hatred itself. There is no softness here.”

“Hmm,” you tapped your chin thoughtfully. “That’s what all the edgy types say. But I betcha, if I stick around long enough, I’ll find that you’ve got a weakness for, like… puppies or something.”

She scoffed, though the sound was more like a distorted growl. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here I am. Still alive,” you quipped with a wink. Then, you raised your wand dramatically, pointing it straight at them. “Now, hold still. This spell’s gonna knock your socks off—assuming you even wear socks.”

Before he could protest, a burst of vibrant pink and yellow light erupted from your wand. It fizzled mid-air, scattering harmlessly into the ether like confetti. You blinked at it, then burst into laughter.

“Okay, so maybe I’m still working on that one!” you admitted, clutching your stomach as you doubled over.

For the first time, 1x1x1x1 faltered. The flames around them dimmed ever so slightly, and their head tilted in an almost curious manner.

“Why do you bother?” she asked, their voice quieter now. “Do you not understand what I am?”

“Of course I do!” you replied brightly, straightening up. “You’re a big ol’ scary harbinger of doom and destruction. But that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve a little kindness. Everyone does.”

His gaze lingered on you, the intensity of their red eyes unwavering. You met it with a smile so genuine, it seemed to pierce through the flames and hatred that surrounded her.

Perhaps they would never admit it aloud, but something stirred within them—a faint crack in the wall of malice they had built around her existence. For the first time in centuries, he felt something unfamiliar.

Curiosity.

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007n7 x Fem! Reader x Noli (No mentions of she/her)

warnings: none

notes: guess who's back, back again😎 oh yeah Noli speaks normally since I WILL NOT write “I-I-I-I h-h-ate yo-o-o-u-u” or whatever he speaks

THE FIRST TIME you met 007n7 and Noli, you were instantly caught off guard by their chaotic energy.

You’d been minding your own business in a crowded café when they approached your table uninvited.

“Move over, civilian. This seat’s taken,” a man with messy brown hair and a cocky smirk said, plopping down across from you.

“Excuse me?” you snapped, narrowing your eyes at him.

“You heard me. This is my spot now,” he said, leaning back and adjusting the ridiculous burger hat on his head. 

He tapped the frame of his pink glasses and grinned. “Don’t worry, though. You’ve been blessed with the presence of 007n7. That’s N-7 for short.”

His companion, a man with a crooked floating crown and a half-mask covering his face, snorted. “D-d-don’t mind him. He’s like this with everyone.”

“Am not,” 007n7 shot back, feigning offense. “I’m like this with people I like.” He winked at you.

You stared at them, baffled. “What do you want?”

Noli leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “We noticed you. 

Figured we’d say hi. Kinda like the cat distribution system, y’know? You’re the cat. We’re the lucky recipients.”

“I’m not sure if I should be flattered or worried,” you muttered.

“Definitely flattered,” 007n7 said with a grin. “And now that we’re friends, you can call me N7.”

From that moment, your life took a sharp turn into chaos. 

Despite their unorthodox introduction, you found yourself drawn to their dynamic. 

007n7’s cocky humor and larger-than-life personality were infectious, while Noli’s sardonic wit kept you on your toes.

One day, the three of you were lounging in a park, discussing everything and nothing. 

007n7 was mid-rant about his latest hacking escapade when he abruptly turned to you.

“You ever think about ditching this boring civilian life?” he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“I think about ditching you two more often,” you teased.

“Ouch,” he said, clutching his chest in mock pain. “You wound me, truly. Admit it—you’d miss me.”

“Maybe a little,” you admitted, laughing.

“See? I’m irresistible,” he declared, flashing you a triumphant grin.

The forest was unnervingly silent, the perpetual night casting everything in an eerie glow. When you saw 007n7 again, it was like a punch to the gut. 

He looked nothing like the cocky, self-assured man you remembered. His burger hat was slightly askew, his pink glasses cracked, and his blue polo hung loosely on his frame.

He froze when he saw you, his brown eyes wide with disbelief. “Y-You’re here,” he stammered, his voice soft and hesitant.

“N7?” you whispered, barely recognizing him.

He gave a shaky smile, his hands fidgeting nervously. “Yeah… it’s me.”

The air between you was heavy with unspoken words. 

Gone was the man who had once strutted through life with a cocky grin; in his place stood someone subdued and weighed down by regret.

“I thought you were dead,” you said finally, your voice trembling.

“I thought I lost you,” he replied, his eyes glassy. “After C00lkidd… after everything… I didn’t think I deserved to find you again.”

Your heart ached at the pain in his voice, but before you could respond, the ground beneath you began to tremble. 

A deep, guttural noise echoed through the forest, and in an instant, the two of you were engulfed in darkness.

When the light returned, you were somewhere else entirely. 

The air was cold, heavy with the scent of damp earth and decay. 

The faint mist covered jagged structures and twisted trees, their shadows stretching unnaturally across the ground.

“N7?” you called out, your voice echoing into the emptiness.

“I’m here,” he said, stepping closer to you. His face was pale, his eyes darting nervously as if searching for an unseen threat. “We’re… in a round, aren’t we?”

Before you could respond, a sound tore through the stillness—a distorted laugh, hauntingly familiar. Your stomach dropped as a figure emerged from the shadows.

Noli.

He was barely recognizable, his decayed form more grotesque than you remembered. 

The left side of his body was a writhing mass of purple binary particles, his glowing eye now a blinding white light.

His crooked Void Star crown tilted ominously above his head, and the half-mask on his face seemed to meld with his decayed skin.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” he drawled, his voice laced with malice. “Looks like I’m your entertainment tonight.”

“Noli,” 007n7 said quietly, his voice shaking. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Oh, but I do,” Noli replied, his tone mockingly cheerful. “Rules are rules, my old friend. And you know how much I love a good game.”

He stepped closer, his distorted laugh echoing in the air. “Run, sweethearts. Let’s see how far you can get.”

“N7, we need to go,” you whispered, gripping his arm.

His eyes were locked on Noli, a mix of fear and determination in his expression. “I won’t let him hurt you,” he said softly.

As the three of you locked eyes, the round has began, and the only sound that followed was the footsteps as you ran into the darkness.

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「 FILLED WITH DETESTATION, I LOATHE AND CRAVE YOU. 」

Hatred x GN! Player! Reader

warnings: none

notes: I don't know how Hatred speaks since I like only fought it twice and moved on, andddd it/its pronouns for Hatred. Since it is the manifestation of the player's hatred, you won't feel the love, but you can feel it teasing you. 😼

YOUR WEAPON FELT heavy in your grip, your breath coming in shallow gasps.

Hatred's mocking voice rang out, dripping with disdain. It still wore Builderman’s form, its tone deceptively gentle.

“POOR LITTLE THING,” it cooed, taking a leisurely step forward. “YOU’RE SHAKING. ARE YOU SCARED? OR IS THAT JUST EXHAUSTION?”

You glared, biting back a sharp retort as you readied your weapon. “Stop talking like that. I know who you really are.”

“OH, DO YOU?” Builderman’s familiar visage wavered, melting away like wax in the sun. In its place stood Hatred in all its grotesque glory.

Its tall, slender form shifted unnaturally, the spiked tail lazily curling behind it. “BUT YOU STILL FOUGHT SO HARD WHEN I LOOKED LIKE HIM. DID I REMIND YOU OF SOMETHING? SOMEONE?”

“Shut up.”

Hatred grinned, sharp teeth glinting. “I must’ve struck a nerve.” It moved closer, each step slow and deliberate.

“YOU WEAR THAT FIERCE EXPRESSION WELL, BUT YOUR TREMBLING HANDS RUIN THE EFFECT. DO YOU EVEN BELIEVE YOU CAN WIN?”

“I don’t need to believe it,” you shot back. “I just need to fight.”

It tilted its head, its horns catching the dim light. “ADMIRABLE, REALLY. FOOLISH, BUT ADMIRABLE. TELL ME, DOES IT STING TO KNOW THAT ALL YOUR EFFORT, ALL YOUR PRECIOUS DETERMINATION, MEANS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO ME?”

You lunged, the blade slicing through the space it had occupied mere moments before.

But Hatred’s body twisted and flowed like liquid, reforming beside you with unnerving ease.

“MISSED,” it sang, leaning in close. “YOU’VE GOT SPIRIT. I’LL GIVE YOU THAT. NOT SKILL, MIND YOU—BUT SPIRIT.”

You spun around, slashing at it again, but it merely sidestepped, its spiked tail flicking like a cat toying with a cornered mouse.

“DO YOU EVEN HAVE A PLAN?” it continued, circling you with a leisurely pace.

“OR ARE YOU JUST SWINGING WILDLY AND HOPING FOR A MIRACLE? HATE TO BREAK IT TO YOU, BUT MIRACLES DON’T HAPPEN TO PEOPLE LIKE YOU.”

“Stop talking,” you growled, your voice low and dangerous.

“OH, BUT WHERE’S THE FUN IN THAT?” Its grin widened, impossibly smug.

“YOU’RE SO SERIOUS. SO DETERMINED. IT’S ALMOST CUTE. ALMOST. TELL ME, DO YOU THINK THAT SCOWL OF YOURS INTIMIDATES ME?”

You lunged again, this time feinting to catch it off guard.

For a moment, its form rippled, and you thought you’d finally landed a hit—only for it to reform behind you, its laughter echoing in your ears.

“CLEVER,” it admitted, mock applause accompanying the word.

“STILL USELESS, BUT CLEVER. DO YOU WANT ME TO SLOW DOWN FOR YOU? MAYBE STAND STILL? I’D HATE FOR YOU TO THINK I’M UNFAIR.”

“You’re infuriating,” you hissed, your knuckles tightening around your weapon.

“AND YOU’RE PREDICTABLE,” it countered smoothly, leaning lazily against nothing as if gravity itself bent to its will.

“BUT I HAVE TO ADMIT, I DO ADMIRE YOUR PERSISTENCE. IT’S ALMOST ENDEARING. ALMOST.”

“You think I need your admiration?”

“NO, BUT YOU CLEARLY CRAVE SOMETHING,” it said, voice low and teasing.

“RECOGNITION, PERHAPS? OR MAYBE REDEMPTION? OH, WAIT—DON’T TELL ME YOU’RE HERE OUT OF DUTY. SUCH A NOBLE LITTLE THING. TOO BAD IT WON’T SAVE YOU.”

You clenched your teeth, your resolve hardening despite the exhaustion weighing you down. “Say whatever you want. I’ll still beat you.”

Hatred let out a sharp, delighted laugh. “OH, DARLING, I LOVE THAT YOU THINK THAT. IT MAKES THIS SO MUCH MORE ENTERTAINING.”

It leaned in, its impish face close enough for you to feel its presence like a suffocating fog.

“GO ON, THEN. SHOW ME WHAT YOU’VE GOT. OR ARE YOU FINALLY READY TO ADMIT THAT YOU’RE COMPLETELY, HOPELESSLY OUTMATCHED?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, but you stood your ground, defiance burning in your eyes. “I’m not giving up. Ever.”

“GOOD,” Hatred purred, its grin twisting into something darker.

“BECAUSE I’D HATE FOR THIS TO END TOO SOON. WATCHING YOU STUMBLE, HEARING YOU STRUGGLE—IT’S THE MOST FUN I’VE HAD IN AGES.”

Hatred’s words bit deep, but you refused to let them break you.

It wanted to see you falter, to see the fight drain from your spirit.

But you wouldn’t give it the satisfaction. Not now. Not ever.

“Keep laughing,” you said, raising your weapon once more. “I’ll wipe that grin off your face.”

Its laughter echoed again, shrill and mocking. “OH, I’LL BE HERE, DARLING. LAUGHING ALL THE WAY TO THE END.”

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「 KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE ! 」

1x1x1x1 x GN! Reader

warnings: none!

notes: struggled writing this w/o making 1x4 ooc, but they're already ooc😔

THE AIR WAS heavy, thick with the kind of oppressive tension that came from standing in the presence of something—or someone—infinitely more powerful than yourself.

Yet, despite the suffocating aura, you found it oddly amusing.

Before you stood 1x1x1x1, his black-and-green-flamed body radiating malice and dread.

The translucent green in her chest exposed the skeletal torso within, a chilling sight for most.

Not for you, though.

You leaned against a jagged rock, a playful smirk tugging at your lips as you toyed with a pebble in your hand.

"Nice weather we’re having, huh?" you quipped, tossing the pebble into the air and catching it again.

Her crimson eyes narrowed, their glow intensifying. The green domino crown on his head tilted slightly as they turned to face you fully.

The chains that adorned his body rattled faintly as she shifted.

"You never shut up, do you?" he growled, their voice low and gravelly, with an edge that could cut through steel.

"Not really," you replied with a shrug. "I mean, someone’s gotta keep things interesting. And you’re not exactly Mx. Personality."

His grip on the twin daemonshanks tightened, the black and green flames licking up their blades growing more erratic.

She looked like he was barely holding himself back, and you couldn’t resist poking the metaphorical bear—or in this case, the literal embodiment of negativity.

"Seriously though, what’s with the chains?" you continued, tilting your head to the side. "Fashion statement? Or are you just into the whole ‘edgy antihero’ vibe?"

"Careful," they warned, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

"Or what?" you challenged, stepping closer. "You’ll scowl at me? Maybe summon a few undead minions to glare at me too?"

A soft growl escaped her as he took a menacing step forward, the flames around him flaring brighter. You stood your ground, meeting their glare with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

"For someone who’s supposed to embody pure malice, you’re kind of a softie, aren’t you?" you teased, tapping your chin mockingly. "Maybe all you need is a hug. Or therapy. Definitely therapy."

His skeletal chest seemed to heave with what might have been a sigh—or perhaps an attempt to contain her growing frustration.

"You are insufferable," he muttered, their crimson gaze boring into you.

"And you’re predictable," you shot back, grinning. "I bet you’re going to say something about how I’ll regret this, or maybe throw in a dramatic speech about darkness and despair. Go on, prove me right."

The silence that followed was almost deafening.

His grip on the daemonshanks loosened, and they clattered to the ground as she crossed the distance between you in a single, fluid motion.

Before you could react, their hands gripped your face, and his lips crashed against yours.

The kiss was fierce, demanding, and utterly unexpected.

His fiery aura enveloped you, warmth and danger intertwining in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

Your mind went blank for a moment, the playful retorts dying on your tongue as you processed what was happening.

The flames around her didn’t burn, but they licked at your skin, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.

When they finally pulled back, his crimson eyes bored into yours, her hands still firmly on your face.

"Better," he muttered, his voice low and hoarse.

For once, you were silent, staring up at her with wide eyes and a slightly dazed expression.

"Say something now, and I’ll—"

"You’ll what?" you interrupted, your voice soft but teasing. "Kiss me again?"

The faintest flicker of something—surprise?Amusement?—crossed her face before his usual scowl returned.

"Maybe," they said simply, releasing you and turning away.

The chains on his body clinked as he retrieved her swords, the flames reigniting with renewed intensity.

You watched him go, a smirk slowly returning to your lips.

"Guess I’m not as insufferable as you thought," you called after him, your voice light and playful.

He didn’t respond, but the way her flames flared slightly brighter was answer enough.

And as you leaned back against the rock, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of victory.

For someone who claimed to hate being bothered, 1x1x1x1 sure didn’t seem eager to leave you alone.

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「 BETWEEN YOU, YOU AND ME. 」

Builderman x GN! Reader x Telamon

warnings: none!

notes: someone forgot to turn on anon LMAO

THE HILL OVERLOOKING the plains of Robloxia was your favorite spot—though you’d never have guessed it would become a shared sanctuary.

The three of you often ended up here when life grew too chaotic.

Telamon liked the height, his wings twitching idly as the breeze ruffled his feathers.

Builderman, true to his nature, brought a blanket and snacks because, as he said, “Every good retreat needs a plan.”

Today was no different. The sun was setting, pixelated rays casting golden hues over the land.

Builderman was unpacking a neatly wrapped sandwich while Telamon perched on a nearby boulder, surveying the horizon with his usual sharp gaze.

You sat between them, letting the soft grass tickle your fingers.

“You’re unusually quiet,” you said, glancing up at Telamon.

He snorted, crossing his arms. “I’m always quiet.”

Builderman laughed softly. “You mean ‘aloof.’ There’s a difference.”

Telamon shot him a glare, but there was no real venom in it. You could tell he was comfortable here, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

As the sun dipped lower, Builderman sat down beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours. “You know,” he began, adjusting his hard hat, “moments like this are rare. You should savor them.”

Telamon rolled his eyes but joined you both on the grass, his wings folding neatly behind him.

He reached out, plucking a blade of grass and twirling it between his fingers. “Savoring the quiet isn’t exactly my strong suit,” he muttered.

You smiled, leaning back on your hands. “It’s nice, though. Peaceful. No deadlines, no battles, just… this.”

Telamon’s golden eyes softened as he looked at you. “I suppose it’s tolerable. Especially with good company.”

Builderman grinned, offering you a piece of his sandwich. “And snacks. Don’t forget the snacks.”

The three of you fell into a companionable silence, the soft rustle of grass and the distant hum of Robloxia your only background noise.

For all their differences—Telamon’s regal demeanor and Builderman’s grounded practicality—they were at their best here, in these quiet moments.

You couldn’t help but feel that, somehow, you’d become part of something extraordinary.

And when Telamon’s wing brushed lightly against your shoulder, and Builderman handed you another snack with a warm smile, you knew you’d never trade this for anything.

Later that night, the three of you found yourselves gathered around a small campfire.

Builderman had insisted on setting it up, his hammer doubling as a firestarter with an ingenious little attachment he’d designed.

Telamon, predictably, had scoffed at the idea of “sitting around like peasants,” but even he couldn’t deny the comforting warmth.

You poked at the fire with a stick, watching the sparks rise into the night sky.

Telamon sat cross-legged across from you, his wings shifting occasionally as he stared into the flames.

Builderman was leaning back against a log, his hard hat resting beside him, a rare sight that made him look more approachable than usual.

“Do you think…” you began, hesitating as you looked at the two of them.

“Do you think you’ll ever get tired of all this? The battles, the responsibility, being the ones everyone looks up to?”

Builderman hummed thoughtfully, his gaze flicking to Telamon, who was unusually quiet.

“I’ve thought about it,” Builderman admitted. “But someone has to build a foundation for others. If not me, then who?”

Telamon snorted, tossing a twig into the fire. “Spoken like a true martyr. But honestly?” He looked at you, his golden eyes reflecting the flickering flames.

“There are moments when I wish I could just… exist. Without the weight of expectations.”

The vulnerability in his voice surprised you. Telamon rarely let his guard down, even around Builderman.

You leaned forward slightly, placing a hand on the ground between you. “You both deserve that. Moments where you’re just yourselves.”

Builderman smiled softly, his gaze warm. “Maybe that’s what this is. Being ourselves. No titles, no battles. Just… us.”

Telamon chuckled, the sound lighter than usual. “If that’s the case, we’ve chosen good company.”

And as the fire crackled and the night deepened, the three of you sat together, sharing quiet stories and easy laughter.

For once, the world beyond the hill didn’t matter.

All that mattered was the bond you’d forged with two of Robloxia’s most powerful—and surprisingly human—figures.