#also yeah i have not played the game and i will not be able to for a while

[azullumi]

LOSER IN LOVE ? NAH, I’D WIN !!

a guide to being in a relationship with your local chrysos heir, phainon | established relationship, fluff, boyfriend headcanons, phainon is the sweetest ever, this is my coping mechanism after all that angst | wc: 1.2k

note from me — tweaking so bad i wrote this in an hour while waiting for maintenance

Give it up for the world’s greenest flag ever, even the most lustrous and beautiful of grass would be put to shame in front of him. No one will ever be the nameless hero, Phainon of Aedes Elysiae.

You never have to beg nor plead in front of him, he’ll let the world roll on your feet if it needs to. He’ll give you anything that you ask for or even mention in passing; that one vase you think is cool even though it won’t match your furniture? Bought and delivered to your door by yours truly. How about that dumb painting that looks funny but is too expensive? Yeah, he bargained like a professional. You want his door? Sure, go ahead, he doesn’t need that—oh, you were joking?

Sometimes it becomes too much that you have to tell him, “…And no, I don’t need it. I just like seeing it.” Or whatever you could come up with just to stop the gears of his mind from turning.

IS GOOD WITH KIDS !! He’s so well-known in the small community of children for how understanding and amazing he is, how he’s able to easily get along with them (even the grumpest ones), as he is able to catch up with their tricks and games. Other than that, they also know how he’s so in love with you. Like deeply in love with you even the children know it—some of them are disgusted (because cringe, ew, what is love?) and some listen to him talk about you with a sparkle in their eyes.

You didn’t even have to introduce yourself to them, they already know who you are. They know you before you know them, they have seen you despite never having met you. “Mister Phainon said that you have stars in your eyes and that not even the greatest of bards can compare to the melodies of your voice! He also said your hair is—“ The little girl is stopped by the snow-haired man beside you, a nervous chuckle slipping past his lips. Are you embarrassed, ashamed, angry, or none of those things? Nevertheless, he gets a pinch on his cheek as he surrenders, both hands up in the air. Apologies slipped past his lips, compliments smoothly mixed into it: “I’m so sorry, you’re just so lov—OW!”

HORRENDOUS FASHION TASTE, however. You are not Lady Aglaea, but you have the eyes to see and judge the atrocity of combination presented and worn by your lovely boyfriend. “Take it off.” You say, and he blushes like a virgin who’s finally getting it: “W-Wait, we possibly can’t do it, not when there’s people around.” NOT LIKE THAT!! The redness of your face covered by your palms is all he sees. Oh dear, you know he wishes to simply wear all his favorite colors at once, but at this rate, he’ll look like a walking decorative pine tree meant to represent the spirit of holidays.

On the topic of clothes, the two of you match often. Colors, patterns, and everything that you can, and sometimes, it’s not limited to clothes. Bracelets, necklaces that spell out each other’s initials, teleslate charms, wallpapers, and everything. You and him are like pieces of puzzles that are meant to complete each other, because it really is like that. You and Phainon are the embodiment of one another, tangled in the strings, destinies carved by the sun to be together, hearts burned to beat into one.

SPARRING MATCHES AND FRIENDLY COMPETITIONS which always end up giggles and fits of laughter. In play-wrestling, he often lets you win, allowing you to to tackle him to the ground while you grin above him, teasing him of his title and his strength. “Oh, yeah?” Is all he says before your world spins and your positions are now reversed.

Beyond those things, he is the type to serenade you in the kitchen while humming or under the moonlight when the stars are watching. The type to have your date already planned to every detail and only tells you that you just have to show up (he’ll pick you up even). The type to give you your favorite flowers even though you never told him. The type to leave notes all over your home, letting you play into some scavenger hunt game until you end up in his arms, right where you belong. The type to be overly worried and anxious whenever he has to leave, knowing that it could take a long time and he might not see you for days, so he entrusts you into the hands of his trusted friends—“Phainon had asked me to bring this to you, he mentioned you were craving for it.” ; “Snowy asked us to ensure that you’re eating well!” ; “Here, it will help you fall asleep and he says you will need it the most.”

It’s stupid, and it makes you more fearful, and he has to reassure and comfort you through tears when he has come home because it felt like he wasn’t going to. “You made it feel like you’re going to die!” You sob, smacking his chest and he accepts it—your pain, anger, sadness, everything, he’ll take it.

Kisses? Showering you with it always, especially when the both of you are alone. He loves it when you do the same for him too—stain him with the marks of your affection, won’t you? Additionally, he likes to kiss you and interrupt each of your every word until it dissolves on his tongue and you give in to his warmth.

Hands? All over you already. It is for sure that physical touch along with acts of service ranks the highest on his love language chart. Your hands are always intertwined with his, he would always give you pats or ruffle your hair into a mess because he likes to tease you, and he lingers so close to you that your shadows might as well fuse.

On the mention of acts of service, he’s always at the beck and call for you. Think like Ken’s Barbie senses except it’s Phainon (and his ahoge is his antenna). He senses a disturbance in the air? He’s there already; pure exaggeration, but it feels like that often. “I know you can do it but allow me to help you because I want to,” he’ll say to you, a gentle reassurance, after you insisted that you don’t need his assistance and you don’t want to burden him. He likes it when you rely on him but he will still adore you the same if you wish not to.

Jealousy? Who even dares to mess with you, or him?

Nicknames? There’s a lot. Endearing ones, especially. His partner, his lovely sun, his dearest buddy, his comrade, his, his, and only his. Always dear to him.

It’s not hard to find comfort in him, even the mere presence and thought that he’s here, that you’re here, that you have him is enough to ease the tension on your shoulders. He is warm, you are warm in his arms, enveloping yours as if he’s shielding you from all the harm this world will bring to you. It feels as if knowing you is something easy and small for him—understanding the cracks of your skin, mended together by softness, tracing them like constellations, cradling you all the same because it is yours.

He simply adores the smile he gets to put on your face or the laughter that bubbles from your throat. It’s something he’ll never forget, deeply engraved into the corners of his mind, the essence of yourself tainting the edges as if you’ve become a part of his soul.

He’ll never forget and wishes he never had to.

© AZULLUMI. plagiarism of any form and type, stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms is NOT permitted.

[existence-is-a-pain87]

Sorry yall, I hate literally everything I write and I have several drafts I need to finish, but I'm just going to try and put this out.

Edit: This took me way longer to make than I expected, damn. Oh well.

Mb team, mb.

Oh also, information about all the self-aware AUs I make for Roblox games: They all take place in the same AU.

Yeah, all the Roblox games in this AU are self-aware and yandere.

There is no freedom, mwehehe!!

Your Soul Forsaken

Yandere!Self-Aware!Forsaken x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors

Note: Yes I'll take requests for this and yes I'll write more Dandy's World stuff. There's no need to ask me over and over again. (No offense I'm just silly)

--☆☆☆☆☆--

Even with the voice chat and players being able to talk to eachother through there, they still didn't hear what the players said.

It was muffled, quiet. Like they were underwater.

But you? Even when you didn't have voice chat on?

They heard you.

They heard you clear as day.

It was strange. Especially with how you just... kept talking.

As if you knew they could hear you.

But you didn't think they could, that much was clear. It didn't stop you though.

It also didn't stop them from acting as if you knew they were sentient.

--☆☆☆--

They heard you the moment you started playing Forsaken.

All of them had differing opinions on you. Most were skeptical of you, though all were interested in you.

Especially with the things you did.

When you started playing, you were already instantly surprisingly good at the game despite having no idea what any of Noob's abilities were. You were just really good at... well... the survivor gameplay.

Excluding stamina management. You weren't the best at that, especially when you were being chased.

Sure, you died sometimes, but usually because you were dealing with more experienced people. Or you just got jumped and couldn't run in time.

However, you sucked playing as a killer, and thus rarely played as a killer.

Luckily for you, most of the killers didn't care much at first. Most didn't care much at first. They didn't think much of you.

But a few of them certainly did.

Especially a certain cultist...

To Two Time, you were a sign from the Spawn himself. A player, someone who can toy with their world and puppeteer a fake body or other's bodies, from an entirely other world and able to toy with their own. Able to make the bodies respawn when killed.

You were the most holy thing they've witnessed. Even if they could not see you, hearing you speak? Witnessing you control others? That feeling they had when you controlled them?

You may as well have been god.

And if you held no hatred to them over the sins they've done, you were forgiving and loving. You spoke of your love for them often, and they adored that.

A beautiful, forgiving god. A loving and devine being. Perfect in every way, with even flaws appearing perfect. Something to be adored and worshiped.

And they shall be your most devout follower.

--☆☆☆--

You were quite the interesting being. Despite not playing too often, you always stood out to them when you played. Because you were both uncertain yet skilled, somehow playing poorly and well at the same time.

And yet you were self-belittling.

It's one of the most interesting things about you. You loved so much, yet despised your every action and every word, constantly terrified to make even a single mistake or feel the slightest negative emotion.

You were a mess. And it humanized you. It make them all slowly warm up to you.

And you gradually becoming a more and more common occurrence certainly helped.

Of course, your appearance remained an enigma. All they had was your voice, the words you said, and what you did in game.

They couldn't learn everything about you, but they learnt enough.

Enough that Two Time was no longer the only one who thought positively of you.

For one, Chance respected the fact that you played games with gambling aspects. Keep gamblin', pal, most quit before they win big! He also enjoyed that he was a character you liked. Didn't understand what "Aventurine-core" meant, but with how amused you sound, it had to be positive. ...right?

Elliot was honestly surprised with how much bias you had to him thanks to Work at a Pizza Place basically being your childhood. It just made him automatically one of your favorite characters, which earned him some jealousy, especially from Two Time. He was able to ignore it, though. After all, you weren't that bad to listen to.

Eventually, all the survivors started to not mind you.

The killers, however, tended to be much slower warming up to you...

Excluding c00lkidd. Mostly because when you did play a killer, which was rare, you played c00lkidd. And because you liked things c00lkidd liked. It made you cool! You're someone who should join Team c00lkidd! Well? Do it!

No, do NOT join Team pr3typriincess or Team bluudud- get away from them-!

It started off just as them respecting you. No where near the level of Two Time's obsession.

...at least, at first...

--☆☆☆--

They used to find great annoyance when others controlled their bodies. Then you came along.

Then they didn't mind being puppeteered like that if it meant they could hear you.

It grew to the point that even the killers stopped minding.

They were just more used to having you around. And started to like having you around...

Of course, they then learned they weren't the only ones who heard you...

And those other ones toyed around with your device. So a collective decision was made not to mess with things like your phone as a whole.

Roblox, however? That was free game.

So what if you got jumpscared playing Dandy's World by c00lkidd showing up out of nowhere? So what if you'd see random survivors when playing Grow a Garden? Or seeing the Forsaken Shedletsky in Block Tales? You just excused it as weird hackers with senses of humor or cosplayers, nothing more.

They relished in your excuses as you tried to justify Roblox games being weird.

The only game they didn't mess around with was Pressure...

...none of the other self-aware games liked to mess with the characters in Pressure. It never went well when they did.

Never.

All the other games you played though? Free game. No one in Forsaken cared if they annoyed the other characters anyways. It was a chance to see more of you, and they'd gladly take it.

They even viewed themselves as higher than the others for respecting your privacy more. Not toying with your device.

Which surely meant you would respect them more when they revealed themselves as sentient, yes?

Of course, that would be what happened! It had to be! They knew you! They swore they did!

Until a certain fish beat them to it...

--☆☆☆--

They began to force other players out just so it'd be them and you. Other players would be kicked mid-round over time until it was only you back in the lobby.

Then you'd interact with Elliot and be confused at his different dialogue. And how other NPC versions of the playable survivors would be there and would interact with you.

Then they got access to the chat. And god, would they talk to you in there. Even the Killers would.

It was absolute chaos in there. And the number of hashtags made Roblox... heavily concerned, to put it lightly. Mostly due to 1x. And when some of them got freaky about you.

You didn't talk in the chat much, but sometimes you'd risk it all and talk to what you thought were weird hackers who liked role-playing as the characters.

...ignored how the games always said you were alone, and whenever someone else dared to join, they'd be kicked out the instant someone noticed. Not even your real life friends were safe when they tried to play with you.

Though, sometimes they'd be nice enough to let you friends play with you when you asked nicely. Even if it took some pleading.

Was it wrong that so many of them liked seeing you beg?

They weren't happy when you started to play Forsaken less, even if they tried to make playing rounds with you as normal as possible. They behaved like real players and stuff, and even would amuse you when you wanted certain matchups at the end of rounds to happen.

It was just something about the "hackers" that weirded you out.

It frustrated them, but most of them still kept the decency not to breach your privacy or were convinced not to do it, all for wanting your favor.

So when you pieced together, all your Roblox games were sentient, Forsaken became your safe haven as you realized they were the only ones who didn't fuck around with your phone excluding like... four of them.

They were pleased with this. Very pleased.

...

Though they really weren't when you tried to uninstall Roblox.

--☆☆☆--

...

...

...

Even if they didn't like the other games who adored you, they agreed to come together for the plan.

Entering into your world would be too chaotic, but god forbid they force you into the same torture of dealing with other players everyday.

So they came up with something else.

You're mortal. Someday you'll die. But with this plan, you'll be as immortal as them.

And god forbid they lose you.

They've already heard you be hurt before. They already knew you've been in pain before.

And they hated it.

So what if you would despise what everyone planned? So what if you'd be angry and probably lash out? It'd be worth it.

Because your soul is as good as forsaken if they can't have you.

[mysteryshoptls]

Ortho Shroud Chat Lines

Same as the King of the Underworld.

Ortho: You're curious about my hair? It's made of flames, just like my brother's. Ortho: I hear it's the same as the King of the Underworld, too. Ortho: And his even turned red whenever he got angry! Ortho: My hair is managed by a program, so by changing the gas composition, I can make it any color I want. Ortho: Ehehe, it's so cool, don'tcha think～?

A Gamer's Soul

Ortho: Hey, Prefect, what sort of games do you like? We should play together sometime in my dorm. Ortho: We can play any type of game. Ortho: Even if my brother doesn't own the game, I'm pretty sure there'll be at least one person in the dorm who'll have it. Ortho: Ignihyde's filled with a bunch of guys who love computer games and board games. Ortho: They say that the King of the Underworld also planned his strategies on a chessboard, so maybe he liked games too. Ortho: Maybe that's why those with a gamer's soul end up in Ignihyde!

Transform into Anything

Ortho: Oh man, your heart's racing... You must've just come from PE class. Ortho: Maan, you're so lucky. I wanna be able to exercise too! I should see if I can get my brother to swap out my attachments. Ortho: I hear that the King of the Underworld's minions could transform into anything at will. Ortho: When they want to fly, they turned into birds. Ortho: When they wanted to run fast, they turned into horses. Basically, they were shapeshifters. Ortho: Isn't that super handy? If only I could get equipped with a similar function～

Watching Sparring Matches (New!)

Ortho: Most people know that the King of the Underworld loved watching sparring matches. Ortho: Sometimes he'd just watch it casually, snacking the whole time, but there were times he'd get really into it. Ortho: My brother and I like to watch livestreams of fighting games a bunch, too, so I definitely understand. Ortho: Like, the other day, the streamer we were rooting for lost, so we both ended up shouting at the screen. Ortho: I wonder if the King of the Underworld also had a champion he liked to cheer on? I should do some more research on that!

Small Talk

Idia: They say that the King of the Underworld was great at small talk and could negotiate like no one's business... Idia: B-But I can't even get through a research presentation in class without stuttering... Idia: As Ignihyde's Housewarden, presiding over a dorm honoring the King of the Underworld... Idia: This is beyond pathetic, isn't it...? [sighs] Ortho: I mean, as long as you're not actually talking to someone face-to-face... Ortho: ...You can spit a million words a second that'd even throw the King of the Underworld for a loop! Ortho: Replaying an excerpt from your chatlog, recorded 15 hours and 42 minutes ago: Ortho: "Can always count on Muscle Red's support in a pinch! See, vets are a totally different breed～!" Ortho: "Now, for the main event～ All your rare drops are belong to me! Yahoo!" Idia: S-Stop... Please, nooo...!

Like Lightning (New!)

Ortho: Um, Vil-san, I'm having a bit of a difficult time figuring out the right emotions behind this script. Vil: Why are you asking me this? I'm sure you're capable of searching up anything you need. Ortho: Yeah, that's true... But I feel like "as angry as lightning" is a little too metaphorical for me. Ortho: When I looked it up, I hit on a story of how the Thorn Fairy brought down lightning in a rage... Ortho: But it's way too hard for a mere actor to show anger like lightning. Vil: Being able to express that is what being an actor is all about. There is nothing I can help you with. Ortho: Yeah, but I feel like you'd get the performance you're wanting if you give me more specific instructions, don't you? Ortho: Or, maybe you're just don't know how to handle these kinds of stuff efficiently, huh? Oh well, I guess I just gotta give up, then～ Vil: I know you're just trying to anger me in order to see an example of the correct expression. You won't glean anything from me. Ortho: Aww man, you saw right through me. Oh well. This is all to help my understanding in expressions, so I'll keep on trying!

Something He Left Behind (New!)

Ortho: So, there's this tale about how a prince rode a magic carpet to go see a princess... Ortho: But wasn't she startled to see someone just floating in mid-air all of a sudden like that? Vil: Rather than being startled, it seems she and the prince went off on a date right after. Ortho: Whaaat!? You mean, even though he could've been some kind of intruder, instead her affection level went up!? Vil: I bet your brother would be the type to faint if some unknown party were right outside his window. Ortho: You're probably right... Oh, but the other day, I flew up to a window in my brother's classroom and delivered something he left behind. Ortho: 'Cause that's faster than climbing the stairs to deliver it! Vil: You were calling him an intruder, but you did the exact same thing as that prince...

Requested by @monavitty.

[cybermannete]

Can we have one where it's with Teddy or Freddy? Soft yet very passionate, praises especially the body..both giving and receiving with that praise because I know it would fluster them or at least make them smile. With Freedy I know damn well he would be a teasing yet loving bastered!~ [lovingly]. Teddy would definitely be very touchy. But could we get come Creampie's, cockwarming, biting, and Doggystyle at some point with them?

Sorry if this a lot but I love these two they are my favorite~.

*sigh*.. oh anon.. your mind.. <3

contains: smut, size kink if you squint, good ol creampie, biting and cockwarming, oh, and him wrecking you in doggystyle.

Teddy didn't play games about you. After all, you and him had been together since you were kids. Since your grandmother first gave him to you as a homemade birthday gift when you were a baby. You and Teddy were best friends. Where he went, you went. When you slept, he slept. And then one day you set him down, never to pick him up again. Collecting dust, growing holes in his fabric and losing one of the buttons of his eyes.. it broke you heart when you saw him again after getting the Dateviators.

.. But also turned on. You had always had a thing for larger men, with a belly and just the cutest button eyes that radiated kindness and warmth. A part of seeing him again healed your inner child just a bit, but the adult part of you was growing hot and heavy. The way his voice was thick with the sweetest honey, and he had this soft voice he reserved just for you.

You were his cupcake. That's what he called you. It was a nickname you had never heard before, but hearing it from his lips just made you giggle and blush no matter what. Big arms caging you to his warm chest as he helped you doze off to bed, a nice big hand resting comfortably on your ass whenever you were in the kitchen leaning over the counter..

Yeah, you were too far gone for this man.

One of the best things about him being larger? The sex.

His broad form hovering over your smaller frame, your legs spread wide over his hips as you pressed kisses to his face. He was always so nervous about harming you, but you fully welcomed him to press his entire body on you. You would gladly die this way. You would murmur how handsome he was, and how much you loved his body. How soft, and safe it was. You noticed everytime how he would melt, his eyes glimmering and a bashful smile crossing his lips.. and of course he would praise you right in return.

This time, he wanted to try something different. Have you on your hands and knees for him. Normally, he was so adamant on being able to see your face, but apparently someone (Ben-Hwa) told him about doggystyle and told him it was a whole 'nother experience. His nervousness and anxiety about asking you for it was adorable. When you said yes, he cheered a little too excitedly.

Now here you are. A thick cock stuffed into your cunt and big hands gripping your waist to keep you in place. Teddy groaned in his chest, a breathless chuckle ringing in your ear. "You're doing fantastic, cupcake.. You're so amazing.. in everything you do." How could he be doing the most perverted things to you but still talking so sweet and lovingly to you? He bit your shoulder gently, adding onto the plethora of marks he left on your neck, shoulders, back.. you looked like you got your ass kicked by some mafia.

You whine, and you wiggled your ass to try and bring some kind of movement to your walls, your patience wearing thin with his cock just.. sitting inside of you. You were throbbing.. You whisper. "Teddy.. please.."

He coos at you, rubbing your aching back. "I know cupcake, I know, but you look so pretty like this, and.. can I appreciate this sight a little bit longer? Please?" You push your face into your pillow and groan in exasperation. You'd kill him right now if you could. You hear another laugh leave him, and he runs his hand down your back and over the soft skin of your ass. "So beautiful.. so full of me." He leaned himself over you, his hands propping himself up as he kissed your cheek. "I'm gonna make you feel so perfect."

As you were about to question what he meant, he snapped himself forward. His cock pumped in and out of you, making wet squelching noises the more he thrusted himself and out. His deep rough grunts mixed with your desperate whimpers. His fingers ever so gently grasped at your hair, lightly pushing your face into the bed. "You're doing fantastic, cupcake.. so fantastic.." He tilted his head back, his legs shaking as he took in just how you felt on the inside. Tight.. warm.. wet..

God he was about to make himself cum just by thinking to himself.

He placed his hand on your lower stomach, feeling the tiny little bump where he hit inside of you. It made him tremble and groan. Fuck. He learned something new about himself today.. he liked feeling himself inside of you. There was something so perverted and.. and sexy about it.

"I love you so much.. you know that, right?" He hummed, his cock twitching. He groaned, before he grabbed you and leaned back. He sat up, positioning you on his lap as he brought you up and down on his cock. He knew he was about to cum, and he wanted to make sure you were stuffed with every last drop you could milk out of him. However, he couldn't take his eyes off of your face. Your pretty little face with your pink lips open and your eyes half lidded shut in pure undeniable pleasure.. He then brought you down one last time, bottoming out inside of you completely. His teeth bit into your skin, and he saw stars. His cum shot deep inside of you, you could feel it pooling in your belly. It was warm and filling.. He looked down where his cock split you in half, seeing how both yours and his juices mixed together so perfectly.. a pure combination of how much you loved each other..

He gave an exhausted chuckle. ".. Oh.. we are so doing that again."

[trashy-reaper]

HIHIHI!!! do you mind writing chance and/or elliot (forsaken!!) with a reader that is like minori hanasato from project sekai? ^^

FEEL FREE TO DENY!!! especially if you dont know the character!! thank you, have a nice day!! 🙇

I am very familiar with Minori actually, as I’m an ex-pjsk player hehe. Just encase though as it has been a bit, I hope I didn't get anything wrong.

Characters may be OOC + not fully proof read.

Reader is an adult, can be viewed as romantic or platonic

Chance

They've seen you before, before this whole mess you were now both in. He's seen and heard a few of the songs you've sang and honestly, you were fantastic. He wouldn't call himself a full time fan but a few of your songs were in his playlists and your name would be brought up if others asked them to suggest singers to listen too. He didn't want to gush over you though, besides it was better for you to know what was happening then anything else.

The first few rounds you started in you were scared, who wouldn't be? You didn't know how to use your abilities all that much and getting chased by someone who's sole purpose is to kill you? Yeah, anyone would be scared, they've come in a few times with their gun and managed to stun the killer before leading you away. With time he saw how you grew more confident in your abilities, how hard you worked to help others. Of course the fear and panic didn't leave you as quickly but he doesn't mind sticking by your side until you grow more confident on your own.

He's impressed honestly, despite your fear and loosing composure if you hear the killer nearby, you pull through. The feeling never left you but your determination to get away and win the round seems to always overcome that. Methinks your abilities would be supportive, increasing allies stamina and speed, allowing nearby allies to effectively get away from killers. But it has it's risks, you weren't like Elliot who could at least have a pizza on the ground to be later picked up, you needed to be near the survivor. Which is why he's impressed, you always fear getting near the killer but you're willing to do so to help the others. It warms his heart in all honesty.

He may ask you to sing some of your songs outside of rounds, calls it a way to make all survivors feel at least, a bit at ease. The situation they're in will never be fun but there's no harm in doing something positive, right? Gotta keep your spirits up and he knows you'll be able to do it. God they love your voice, sometimes during rounds, as a joke they may ask you to sing to them as if they aren't teetering on the verge of death. Cut them some slack! They want to hear your voice before they 'die'.

Elliot

Similar to Chance he also has heard your singing, it's played before during work on the speakers and he'd be lying if he said he didn't catch himself singing along to at least one of them. Especially that one song that seems to be your groups main song? It's a song he has in his playlist. He didn't recognize you as quickly as Chance did as he only listened to you before, never saw a performance or anything. It wasn't till you spoke did he know, and god he's a bit worried for you.

He tries to help you get the hang of your abilities, running to your side to try and distract the killer away from you (to only have to be saved by Guest 1337 or Shedleskey if he isn't fast enough to run away from the killer) The thing making you all play definitely didn't care who they picked to play the game, so long as they provided as entertainment to which Elliot hates so he tries his best to make you a bit more comfortable at the game you play, he knows it'll take a while but he'll try his best to help you calm down when a killer is near.

His trust in you grows as he sees you willing to put your fears aside to aid survivors running from killers, it may mean the killer could lock on you then but you were still willing. He didn't expect it at first, seeing how scared and worried you were when everything first started but within the first few rounds you were already shoving all that aside to save others, getting the hang of your abilities. He helps you train with it more if you can, or however you can really and tries to get the others to give tips on evading the killing if they lock in on you.

He always listens to your singing when Chance asks you to, it's one of the positives they have to this situation, it'll never truly be enough sure, but it's the little things that count, he claps for you after every performance and has even asked you to teach him some of the moves to your previous performances. God you do so much dancing, how did you keep up...he likes being around you though so he'll stick around longer if you'll have him.

Wasn't too sure at first how to or what to write for this despite the fact I do know how Minori is like, but that may be because she also wasn't my fav of MMJ (I still love her)

Also thought, while I didn't include Sekais as I couldn't think of a way to input it for survivors, imagine a Killer who's from PJSK/had a Sekai and the Spectre made them think the survivors were invading it, a place they called their comfort and was made to throw them out (they don't know they're killing them)

[lolli-popples]

hihello i saw ur raven martyn thing and. yes. but also WHAT ARE THE THEMATIC REASONS. PLEASE. TO DYING TO KNOW. i havent watched his pov (...yet) so i have no fucking clue what they are but i desperately need to know🙏🙏 /silly

There's a lot of different reasons why ravens work for Martyn thematically!

1- Ravens are known for their intelligence and problem-solving skills in real life, which I think applies well to Martyn, he's quite keen.

1.5- Adding to that, in folklore specifically, ravens are often trickster-type heroes, solving problems with intelligence and ingenuity over innate strength, luck, or kindness. But they're also often greedy and hasty in their decision making, which caused them to make foolish mistakes. (Again- relates back to Martyn, he's very quick in his thinking, but he's also very quick in his thinking XD)

2- This is a short one, ravens like shiny things, similar to crows. Martyn tends to heavily abide by the concept of the "5-finger discount" in any series where that's allowed.

3- Ravens are seen as ominous and magical. Martyn generally plays quite mysterious characters, whose motives are unclear to eternal parties. (And he has lore that specifically gives him a goal that cannot be explained to others. Stuff relating to portals, the "multiverse" in a way, powerful artifacts. Technically that's all technology and has to do with being in a game, but to the characters who don't have a meta view of their world, it'd be magical.)

4- Ravens are seen as omens of death and chaos. Feels self-explanatory. That man causes problems for a living.

5- Ravens have an incredible mimicry. They aren't as good as parrots, but they are able to mimic other animals and a lot of sounds in human speech. Martyn is very vocal, with his songs, puns, and general charisma, so a bird with a good memory and the ability to mimic other things is an obvious choice for representing him.

6- Now, a lot of these factors ALSO apply to crows. So why isn't Martyn a crow? Or just any type of corvid? Well, crows (and a good amount of other corvids) are very social birds that live in large groups. (If you live around crows then you know there usually a LOT of them at once. I live in an area with lots of crows AND owls, and you frequently hear DOZENS of crows all screaming and flying after at a singular owl.) Anyways, ravens are considered generally solitary, but are also still quite social with each other. Which I think represents Martyn very well. He gets on great with everyone- but is often just wandering around by himself. Even when he's in an alliance in something life the life series or a group like with the Kestrals in Pirates SMP.

So yeah. Symbolically I think ravens work pretty well with Martyn's character.

But more importantly Philza has crow associations and that's funny.

[la-principessa-nuova]

Mine was also a joke I made, but just to myself.

I made a kind of boring comic about it before, but basically, I was sitting at my desk in my college dorm, and I came across an article about how some female protagonist in an upcoming title was really important because she would give young girls someone to connect with and see themselves in and teach them that they can do whatever it was the protagonist does too.

And I was basically like, “Yay that’s great! …but actually, hang on… is it even true that people connect more to characters of their own gender?” And it just struck me as weird because I connected way more to female characters than male ones, and I loved reading books that went deep into a female protagonist’s thoughts, and I felt more connected to women I played as in games than men.

And I wondered if maybe everyone just felt like that, and maybe either women were just easier to connect with, or books meant to appeal to women just went deeper into thoughts and less into action and maybe that’s why? Or maybe stereotypes around women lead people to write women that way?

And so I decided that maybe it’s not actually true that people connect more with/see themselves more in characters of their own gender, and it’s just that people who realize it’s not true don’t want to say that because it would make it harder to push for equal representation in media and so it’s just a white lie we keep up that’s easy to sell?

And I basically thought, “Yeah, that’s gotta be it. Because it’s the only way it makes any sense that I connect more with female characters.”

And then as a joke to myself in my head, I added on, “unless I was trans!”

And I laughed, “ha ha ha ha… ha????”

and then I realized that was actually legitimately a possibility I had never considered and I immediately set out to figure out if that could be true, and I completely failed to disprove it, and in fact just found immediately that the only reason I didn’t feel like the label “woman” applied to me was because I felt excluded from it, like I wasn’t allowed to have it apply to me.

And funnily enough I immediately compared myself to my siblings and was immediately like “well if any of us are trans it’s <oldest sibling>”, who only ended up realizing she was trans 6 years later.

But I ended that being 100% sure I was not a man and undecided whether I was a woman or nonbinary (whatever that was), mainly because I didn’t feel like the label woman could apply to be and I thought I would have realized sooner and felt gender dysphoria harder, so I just assumed maybe that means I’m nonbinary and i must be ok with my (now dead) name and he/him pronouns.

And I briefly tried experimenting with transitioning socially online at the time but I got scared out of it and intentionally avoided the trans community online bc i felt like i needed to be able to prove to my parents that this came from inside me and I wasn’t indoctrinated or anything, so I missed out on a lot of the info that would have helped me figure things out and on acceptance or anything like that, and once I moved back into my parents’ house and started commuting, I didn’t have that time and freedom to think about things like that, so I just stopped trying and it became this thing I knew but just figured must be fine to ignore.

And then like 7 years later I finally moved out of my parents’ house, and it finally gave me the time to think, and I started spending more time like I did in my dorm thinking about what my gender really was. And I started watching things like Drawfee and Dropout that were really openly supportive of trans people, and it made me feel more OK engaging more with it, and I started watching some YouTube videos about trans people and eventually by actual trans people, and started understanding it a bit more.

And then one day I decided to look up what gender dysphoria really meant to trans people, rather than a medical definition, and I ended up on genderdysphoria.fyi, and then I stayed up all night reading that and realizing how many aspects of gender dysphoria I had been ignoring and how many other feelings were just gender dysphoria or the direct effects of ignoring it, and how much I needed to transition in order to start living my life.

And fast forward 3 years and here we are, lol.

If I cracked your egg, you have to tell me.

Or tell me what did it. Mine was the reddit story of the girl that tried her gf's wig.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

we let the ocean drown out our voices/enjoying the bitterness/in the chaotic light, I close my eyes and see

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

ford: would you be interested in a dd&md campaign where nothing bad happens whatsoever

stan: what’s the fun in that?

ford: the escape from our chronic depression

stan: …can i raid a dragon’s hoard or somethin

ford: you can. you can even mock the dragon so hard it dies

stan: holy shit yeah i’m in

[bredforloyalty]

not gonna lie some days i feel so empty and desolate and so incredibly STARVED for sex and connection and tenderness and care and affection and romance. that i could die

[lokh]

and listen. old men yaoi aside. wouldnt de-ageing snake like. defeat the point

[danielnelsen]

well that's just a lie

[pickaropoprocks]

Fighting battles that have ABSOLUTELY been seen before (wanting to restart my Animal Crossing New Leaf town so I can begin the game from scratch and as myself as I am now vs. not wanting to restart my town because nostalgia and I'd miss my villagers)

[rohirric-hunter]

The more I play online games the more I understand and kind of agree with all the boomers I know refusing to let their kids play online games until they hit 17. I'm not a parent, but if I was I wouldn't want my kids interacting with people like that either.

[anti-transphobia]

Everyone posts about how Stardew Valley is a cozy LGBT+ inclusive game but NO ONE mentions the lack of a platonic option for the bachelors/bachelorettes. Which would be good for aspec people and also just more pleasant for many casual players I believe but that's not even the point. I just want to become best friends with everyone and not only does that require me dating everyone at once and feeling like a sleazebag because of it (ik the bad cutscene can be avoided but I know in my heart they'd be hurt if they knew) BUT it also means the women flirt with me!!!!! Constantly!!!!!!! It makes me sick to my stomach. Truly ruining the characters I liked

[3416]

also i like the prime broadcasts positivity about the leafs... it's been sorely lacking... but they don't know leafs puck very well, it's kinda funny