#and mcc is exhausting to watch

[arinninjagosleftovers]

putting my thinking out in the world.

i don’t think saturday’s event is gonna be finding the eggs, maybe it’ll be related and maybe they find some signs to where they could be. i love the eggs but i saw someone mention that most players are on the server because of the eggs, and i feel like they need to learn how to create content on the server in case the eggs die? because even if the eggs are one of the core parts of the servers, there’s a chance not all of them will survive to the end unless some rules are changed for whatever reason

another reason why i don’t think it’ll happen is because it’s mcc day, so tubbo (not super important to finding the eggs and bbh (more important, seeing he is the single father of dapper) won’t be able to get on, and i’m pretty sure philza is gonna be away for the weekend again, so if they find the eggs, three of them won’t have anyone to go to unless niki is there for chayanne and tallulah, and i guess dapper could go to foolish?? but it won’t really be the same

also, i’ve seen people mention it’s mexico’s independence day which is just another reason i don’t think it will happen that day

[midnight-stormm]

My boy finally got his sixth win!!!! I'm so happy!!!! Let's gooooooooo, red rabbits took the win!! Gumi clutch with two rounds. Punz and Sapnap on beast mode! Ponk did great too, I hope he's not too hard on himself. I heard it's ponk and gumi first win too! That's epic!!

[riacte]

this mcc watching/liveblogging/screenie/clipping is exhausting i forgot how exhausting it is. back on my rensymmetry shit

[sneegupdates]

If i miss any photo's that sneeg is pictured in, please lmk! Admin has been busy all week and hasn't had a whole lot of time to be looking at my phone throughout the day 😅

ALSO, since tomorrow is MCC day, admin will most likely NOT be up and watching because I am extremely exhausted after today and would like to sleep in Sunday morning 😅 BUT, I will post everything that happened after I wake up, just wanted to give a heads up on that :)

[em1ly-r0e]

Hannah was thrusting at a brutal pace as her fingers gripped Dream’s hips tightly, keeping her from moving off of the strap-on pounding into the blonde’s cunt. From where Hannah was positioned she could see Dream’s arms that were tied up behind her back straining against the black rope. 

She liked seeing Dream like this, all tied up and pretty as she was fucked senseless. Who knew that the calculated cunning admin would be reduced to a moaning mess after having a toy up her ass for a couple minutes?

Not like Hannah could hear her moan anyway, as Dream was too busy going down on Niki to make any loud noises. She could tell that Niki seemed close to orgasm as her ears were twitching like they always did whenever she was about to cum. 

It didn’t take long as Niki soon grabbed Dream’s hair and pulled her face closer to her cunt, wrapping her arms around the blonde’s head as she orgasmed. Niki trilled as she came down from her high, bucking her hips up into Dream’s face.

Niki collapsed against the pillows behind her, exhausted as she watched Hannah continue to thrust into Dream. She grabbed Dream and pulled her to where the blonde was pressed up against her chest. She wiped some tears off of Dream’s cheeks before pulling her into a kiss. 

Dream moaned into the kiss, opening her mouth to allow Niki to push her tongue in. As the two women explored each other’s mouths, Hannah picked up with her thrusts, making the strap-on hit Dream’s sweet spot who cried and whined into Niki’s mouth.

Niki pulled away from the kiss, staring into Dream’s forest-green eyes as she noticed that Dream looked more wrecked than usual. “What’s the matter Dream?” She asked, her hand cradling her girlfriend’s cheek.

Dream shuddered. “Please, please let me come, I can’t take this anymore,” Her last words ended with a sob, the pleasure being too much and at the same time not enough to drive her over the edge.

Niki hummed, peeking over Dream’s shoulder to look at Hannah, who stopped her thrusting so she could lean over the blonde’s body, hands trailing up her sides too and reaching her breasts, fingers playing with her lover’s nipples which succeeded in drawing a moan out of Dream.

“Do you want to come sweetheart? Want my cock to wreck you and make you feel good?” She followed up that question by making the dildo press up against one of Dream’s sweet spots, making the blonde quiver and shake in Niki’s hold.

Words seemed to leave Dream and the only thing she could do to show that she wanted to orgasm was to nod her head. 

Hannah got a knowing look in her eyes before pulling the strap-on out of Dream’s cunt and thrusting it back in once more, angling the dildo a certain way so that when it entered Dream it hit all of Dream’s pleasure points. Niki meanwhile went back to kissing Dream while her hands played with the blonde’s nipples like how Hannah was doing so earlier.

Not even a minute had passed until Niki could hear Dream’s breath hitch before she then shrieked as her orgasm hit her full force, her shriek turning into a whine as she became overstimulated from the strap-on still moving around inside of her. 

Hannah eventually slowed down, pulling out of Dream and laying back on the bed, exhausted. “Niki, what time is it?” She asked, undoing the strap-on and tossing it off the bed to pick up later.

Niki looked up from where she was untying the rope around Dream’s arms before then turning to look at the clock on the wall. “In about six minutes it will be twelve.”

A groan caused Niki and Hannah to look at Dream, who was also staring at the clock in disbelief. “You mean it’s only been two hours since we started? I won’t make it to eight.”

Niki giggled. “You only have yourself to blame for making the bet that if we won MCC we could fuck you all day.” She poked Dream’s cheek which elicited a smile out of the blonde.

“Still thought I could win,” Was Dream’s response which caused Hannah and Niki to laugh.

Niki stretched her arms. “I’m going to make a quick lunch for us all and then we can return to our sessions later. That sounds good to you both?”

Dream grumbled something that Niki knew was a yes while Hannah gave her a thumbs up, the pinkette got out of bed and grabbed a bathrobe to put on before exiting the bedroom, leaving the two alone.

Hannah moved on the bed until she was next to Dream and began playing with the blonde’s hair. “You want me to put a plug in you so you can be nice and loose for when I use the new dildo on you tonight?”

Dream shivered at the thought, she knew what Hannah was talking about as the dildo was something she wanted to try on herself but Hannah beat her to buying it and she had promised that they could use it on each other one night.

The thought of even having it in her was already making her wet so she nodded. She watched Hannah move out of her line of sight and could hear the opening and closing of drawers before Hannah was back on the bed with a butt plug in one hand and a damp rag in another.

Dream spread her legs open despite how much they felt like jelly to allow Hannah to clean the inside of her thighs and her cunt with the rag. Hannah then pressed the plug up against Dream’s entrance before slowly and gently pushing it in, the plug filling up Dream’s hole perfectly until it was all the way inside of her.

“You want a bath before we eat? You look like you could use one.” Hannah ran a hand through Dream’s hair which was with no doubt full of sweat. Dream nodded and raised her arms for Hannah to carry her, the fairy chuckling as she picked the blonde up bridal style and kissed her cheek as she headed toward the bathroom. 

[hmshermitcraft]

still thinking about lab rescue AU. for the theme: scott makes a silly competition out of spite at how bad another competition is. it's lab rescue AU's version of MCC, though it involves a lot more hermits and a lot fewer random strangers, at least at first. Everyone has fun, nobody's sure where Scott got the lights for that beginning lightshow, Wels and TFC made the prizes and are super proud of it, and there ends up being a giant cuddlepile of sleepy polyhermits+ afterwards

related asks 1 & 2

Everybody had been feeling a bit... Off, as they got towards the date they were rescued. It should be a time for celebration, but for many of them it's a reminded of how life was before. Everything they lost because of their captivity.

Scott feels the same way, but he's tired of sitting around and moping about it. He's spent so much of his life unable to do anything about his situation. Now he can. So he's going to.

They'd been watching a gameshow together for a while - mostly to make fun of it. But, Scott couldn't deny there seemed to be some interest in actually taking on some of the challenges. So, that's what he bases his idea around. He recruits a few of the others to help him out, and they start work on obstacles and sets!

It's not perfect. At least two of them are a giant inflatable obstacle course (one on a lake.) But it's their mess of a competition. For the actual rounds they agree not to use powers that would give an advantage, but at the end they have a fun free-for-all. Even Scott gets dragged into that by Cleo, the crowd of them descending on the obstacles like they're children.

They're exhausted, kind of damp, and very hungry by the end of the day. But they feel good. And whilst the trauma of that lab might never leave them, at least they have something fun to look forward to instead.

[tiniinbookland]

Hi hi :D

I feel like I haven't been here for a long time. Life is busy in the summer :) I hope you are all doing well.

Before we all get swept away in the excitement for the new minecraft video (I can't wait!!):

What is your favorite Sapnap stream? This feels like a hard question just because there are so many.

But maybe there is one that sticks out for you :)

See you all (hopefully) this weekend, freaking out over the new video :D

- 🌵

welcome back! i hope your summer is going well :]

i'm pretty exhausted, got a lot of private stuff going on atm that's draining me and everyone around me, so really it hasn't felt that long since your last message haha

hmmm favourite Sapnap stream is so hard to pick, i'm so on and off with his streams 🤔

he was my number two for MCCs (after Dream) simply bc of his energy and skill, so maybe those? i also enjoyed a bunch of his reaction stuff, like reacting to the manhunts or to hell's kitchen, that was enjoyable. i'm a little sad i missed out on his twitch valorant streams, but i used to skip them bc i did not for the life of me understand what was going on. now i play myself and would love to see what he's doing (i could watch VODs but... its not the same)

generally i dont catch a lot of his or any streams because of time zones but oh well

and yes! i'm also excited for the new drideo :D it's a little subdued because of the aforementioned private stress but i have no doubt it'll have me hyped once it drops

[vyeoh]

I pretty much got all my rage about the mcc drama out on twitter but what I'll add here is that in the past, I've really really tried to give dt the benefit of the doubt because they're idiot young adults who because famous super fast but at this point, they should've been able to see, MULTIPLE TIMES, that certain actions and behaviors leads to the mcc organizers being harassed and at this point, if they keep with those actions and behaviors, they're just assholes

[elibeeline]

I'm pushing the others towards front in select discord groups so they dont feel left out

[scrunchygogy-archive]

already not a fan of how people are talking about dream,,,,

[quaranmine]

my experience of watching mcc:

grian:

cyan candies and tubbo and tommy: GrIAn

grian is universal

i love that everybody knows grian and seeing other mcyters talk about watching hermitcraft always has me like <33333

[freesiadotcom]

oh man, today is gonna be packed. church in the morning and after that WORK ON THE ACTUAL PHYSICAL MURAL STARTS and i need to sand the ENTIRE area bc it’s covered in a GLOSS paint (derogatory) and then i’ll try mark in and start blocking in the large background areas of blue n white AND THEN I HAVE A DND SESSION!!!

[dreamteamspace]

Sapnap dodgebolt!! If he wins Dream will be happy so that’s what needs to happen

[candyradium]

Do Not Fuck With Me i had to schedule a repeat blood test because i might have been sick during the first one and it might have affected my results and its happening tomorrow and i am Sick Again

[massivewaffle]

What’s In a Name?

Paring: GoodTimesWithScar/You (Gender Neutral) Word Count: 3715 Warnings: Daddy Kink Innuendo Rating: PG13/Teen (for innuendo) AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41777697

Summary: Scar returns to Hermitcraft after a personal best in MCC only to discover you've picked up on a particular nickname he's given himself.

A/N: This was going to be a short one-shot to make a few dumb innuendos and a High School Musical reference and then it grew like Scar’s chest monster. I’m very tempted to write a chapter two/second installment if anyone desires because Scar’s voice recording in Pearl’s new video has rendered me weak. 

Stepping through the portal that connects Hermitcraft to the wider universe, Scar braces himself against the smooth obsidian, grateful for the cool stone beneath his palm.  After a day of taxing situations, both physical and mental, quiet was what Scar craved. Minecraft Championships was something he looked forward to monthly, and he was happy and honored to be included, but he can’t deny the toll it puts upon his mind and body. This was his best MCC performance thus far, and he grins thinking of his 26th individual placement – his highest score yet. While the other participating Hermits returned to the server ages ago, Scar decided to stick around, needing to desperately burn off some pent-up energy by chatting with new friends. HBomb and Pete were such fun guys, and he socialized so little outside of Hermitcraft; it would be a waste to let those friendships fall to the wayside because of something as trivial as exhaustion.

Of course, as he takes his first shaky steps toward his home, he questions his decision-making ability. Who thought allowing him to make decisions was a good idea anyway?

It isn’t long before Scar stumbles to the entrance of his tree, taking a moment to wave hello to the ravager looming within the foliage down the path. A bath is what he craves, and he uses his remaining energy to barrel through his home, straight to the bathing area he’d set up, hidden from prying eyes. Not like anyone has actively pried on him, but a man can never be too careful on any server containing Zedaph and his spyglass.

Allowing the water to rush over him, Scar lolls his head back, thoughts drifting to the day now behind him. He had done his best and was pleased with the results of his practice. And, to be honest, he was even more pleased with everyone else’s praise of his newfound improvement. The tips you’d suggested to him had paid off tenfold, and Scar can only hope he is on an upward trajectory from here on out. 

The recollection of practice slowly fades, leaving only thoughts of the one thing he had spent all day attempting to avoid focusing on; you. You had yet to get your invitation to MCC, but everyone knew it was only a matter of time now. Your skill speaks for itself, and if it weren’t for the already long waiting list, your name would have made it onto a team based on skill alone. Skills, Scar hates to say, he finds overwhelmingly attractive. He isn’t quite sure why watching you hit crits on mobs is so mesmerizing, but it is. He should probably unpack that one day, but today is not the day for introspection.

Pulling himself out of the bath before his thoughts take a turn, he dries off, heading to his bedroom to dress. Jellie lies across the middle of his bed - her bed, really - stretched in a way that seems physically impossible for a cat to take up so much room.

“Why, hello Jellie! How’s my girl doing? Did you miss me?” He asks, deft fingers scratching at her head as she pushes into his palm. Scar revels in the consistent purr she emits, immediately overwhelmed by a sense of comfort. 

Tossing on some more casual attire, Scar shakes his head a few times, deciding to forgo drying his hair and allowing it to air dry. Jellie has abandoned him, jumping from his bed to a windowsill, enraptured by something beyond Scar’s field of vision. Scar’s not entirely sure what to do with himself now. Most of the Hermits will be preparing for their evenings, and he’s far too drained to begin working on a project. Perhaps a bit of fresh air will clear his mind. 

Scar heads outside, resting in the cool shade granted to him by his build. Though it’s nearing dinner time and the traces of dusk are filtering in, the heat hangs heavy in the air. It’s not so much stifling as it is irritating; a sign that summer is finally on its way out but continues to clutch desperately to the world. He can vaguely hear Mumbo and Grian yelling not too far away and, for a moment, contemplates joining in their fun but shakes off the urge. He finds himself enjoying the white noise of the area, already maxed out after the roar of MCC. Leaning back into the stone adorning his home’s entrance, he takes a moment to close his eyes and savor the soft breeze, the shouts of his friends fading into the distance. He specifically built the door to his base this way, tucked downhill just enough where he can be outside but not necessarily be seen. Calm in the eye of the storm, a place of comfort, a home where-

“So, do I need to start calling you Sand Daddy now?”

Scar’s head jerks forward, lifting away from the entrance toward the source of your voice, eyes crinkling as he squints into the setting sun to make out your silhouette. He finally spots you a few feet away, back pressed into the wooden trunk of the acacia tree shrouding the area in patches of light and shadow. Scar’s exhaustion fades into the back of his mind as his eyes take you in, unable to tell if you’re there or if the effects of the day have simply caught up to him. 

“Hello?” Scar asks, voice shaky.

“You did well.” 

Ah. So that is you. Gathering himself quickly, Scar fires back. 

“I’m sorry. Care to repeat that?” Scar is fully aware you can hear the smirk in his voice, and he’s banking on your annoyance to continue this conversation. 

“Are you asking because you couldn’t understand or just to hear me praise you again?”

Scar doesn’t miss a beat. 

“Does it matter?”

“Absolutely. I’m much more willing to clarify than compliment; you know that.”

“So you were impressed!” Scar exclaims. Crossing his arms over his chest, Scar shifts his weight to the right, allowing his shoulder to fall to the wall. Under the lanterns adorning his walkway, Scar looks mischievous, shrouded in shadow. 

Scar sighs overdramatically, knowing it will humor you. 

“And to think, here I was, thinking you would come and tell me I’m a parkour god, the true H0tGuY, the king of Rocket Spleef. Instead, I get a ‘you did well.’ How demoralizing after that amazin’ MCC practice we did.” 

The quiet of Scar’s base allows him to hear you giggle, which is his goal in any situation. 

“I assure you, I planned to come over here to shower you with praise regardless of the outcome, but then I watched MCC and heard everyone calling you Sand Daddy. I can’t beat that nickname; why even try?” You ask with a chuckle, descending the pathway to saunter directly into Scar’s eye line. 

“Hey, I earned that one!”

You laugh as you raise your hands in defense, shifting onto your heels. 

“I’m not arguing! Though you did kind of call yourself that, but I’ll let it slide. The practice absolutely helped. You guys killed it out there.” You admit, allowing your hands to drop to your sides as you look up to meet Scar’s eyes. 

The soft breeze returns, tickling lightly on your skin yet heavy enough to blow a few errant hairs directly into Scar’s eyes. He attempts to flick them away with a snap of his head but fails, only bringing more into his line of sight. He huffs, shifting his gaze to the stray hair as if glaring at it will force it to behave. It’s wonderfully endearing, and the tips of his slightly pointed ears rush red with embarrassment. 

“Do you really think I did well?” Scar says, eyes still trained on his own hair. 

“I suppose you didn’t do too bad,” you offer with an exaggerated shrug, so he understands you’re teasing. Scar’s lip quirks just enough for you to know he picked up on it, but he stays silent. Clearly, he needs more convincing. You drop all pretense and speak in your normal voice, devoid of teasing. 

“You did amazingly well. I was screaming my head off the entire event. We all were, to be fair, but I think I might have burst poor Stress’s eardrums during Rocket Spleef. Even the events you did so-so on were a vast improvement from your last MCC. People were talking about how they underestimated you. So yeah, I guess you did do well. You may even convince me to say I’m proud of you, but I’m not tired enough to let that one slip yet,” You joke, winking at him. 

Even in the orange-hued light given off by the lanterns, Scar knows you can see the blush on his face. He’s not going to try and hide it; there's no point in covering for what he already suspects you know. Scar’s enamored with you, and any crumb of attention you’re willing to throw his way will have him on cloud nine for the next week. That little speech was enough to satiate him for the rest of the year. Face burning, Scar meets your eyes and is shaken by the soft gaze you’re returning to him. Gone is your trademark smirk, the glint of trouble that’s always simmering just beneath the surface. Here he sees you laid bare, and he can’t deny how happy he is that you spoke honestly. 

“Thank you,” he manages to verbalize, “that means a lot.”

You scoff lightly. “Just speaking the truth. You shouldn’t be so surprised. You’re pretty impressive on an average day already.” You reply, voice with just a tinge more edge than before. “I mean that last round of Rocket Spleef; I didn’t realize you were such a show-off!”

It’s Scar’s turn to laugh now as he thinks back to that moment. His team was cheering for him, egging him on to show these kids how it’s done. He may be good with a bow, but anyone who wants to hit ultra peak velocity shots, as he calls them, needs to know how to dodge and weave with the best of them. Everyone in MCC is talented, but it was nice to show some of the PVPers they should try picking up an elytra once in a while. 

“What can I say? Top Gun isn’t going to remake itself! Figured it was worth giving everyone a bit of a show.”

“Oh, you gave everyone a show, that’s for sure, H0tGuY,” you joke, taking a step closer to Scar. “It was nice seeing you confident out there. You looked good.” Your smirk remains, but there’s a new glint in your eyes. One Scar has seen in fleeting moments, but as you hold his gaze, the look burns through his very core.

“Did I now?” Scar asks, eyebrow quirked. Unsure he is reading this situation correctly, Scar attempts to stay on solid ground, but your compliments go straight to his head. 

“Mmhm. How often do I have to say it before you believe it?” 

“Roughly ten thousand more times. By then, we might get over the worst of it.” 

“Hmm. Better get started. I’ll need a dictionary to satiate you, I think.” You joke, looking up at Scar through your lashes. 

“I’ll order you one of those word of the day calendars for the holidays. Maybe you can use that for some inspiration!”

Laughing, you’re fully aware that Scar would do something exactly like that just to follow through on the joke. 

“Wow, compliments and a challenge all rolled into one; you know me too well. All of my favorite things.”

“Two down, how many to go?”

“Oh c’mon, Scar, I’m sure you can figure that out for yourself, don’t you think?”

There’s a tension permeating the air, similar to when a thunderstorm is on the way, but nary a raindrop has fallen.  A storm that has been building since this conversation started. Neither wishes to drop their gaze, but you look away first, eyes trailing down Scar’s face and over his body. Your eyes flick back up, a soft smile again playing on your lips. The space between you is respectable, close enough, but nothing improper, at least not yet. You lean forward just a tad, enough where you can make out the scent of Scar’s body wash but not crash into his chest. 

“As a heads up, get some good rest tonight. I think Keralis will be waking us all up unfathomably early.” You say with a grin.

“Keralis? Why would he be gathering us all so early?” Scar asks, already counting back the hours from morning to determine what constitutes a good night’s sleep. 

“Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but apparently, he wanted to celebrate how good y’all did today. Breakfast buffet at the Bamboo lounge. You know how Keralis loves to throw a soiree.”

“…Wasn’t she in High School Musical?’

“A soiree Scar, not Sharpay. A party. He’s throwing a party in the morning,” You reply, desperately attempting to hide your laughter and failing miserably.

“Ah. Well, that does make more sense. Though, oddly enough, if anyone were a friend of someone in that movie, I’d place a bet on Keralis.”

“I…I honestly can’t argue with you there.”

A peaceful silence falls as you exchange smiles. Scar shifts, crossing his arms again, and you can’t fight the urge to ogle the way his slender fingers lay across his bicep. Scar’s always been an attractive man, but you can’t deny he is far more toned than you noticed. The unexpected muscle paired with the soft, comfortable-looking tee and sweatpants combination he’s wearing sends your brain into overdrive. You’d helped him film Hotguy: The Siege, yet this was the most attractive he’s ever looked. Between the dressed-down outfit and the messy, fluffy hair Scar is currently rocking, the moment suggests domesticity. It’s cozy, one could say.  Life is nice like this; warm and safe amidst the trees and dimmed lights of Scar’s base. 

“Are you going to be there?”

Scar’s voice breaks you from your domestic daydreaming.

“Hm?”

“At the sharpay. Will you be honoring us with your presence?”

“While I usually loathe the BDubs early morning approach to life, I would never miss a Keralis breakfast. Keralis breakfast means one thing –“

“XB’s cooking,” you say simultaneously.

A smile creeps onto your face at the synergy you share.

“Plus, you’ll put on a good show.”

It’s Scar’s turn to look puzzled by your words.

“Good show?”

“Of course. I’m planning on a mimosa in one hand, XB’s French Toast in another, and watching you turn bright red every time a Hermit compliments you on your 26th placement, Sand Daddy.”

“Oh my god.”

“You’re doing it now!” You exclaim, throwing a finger into Scar’s flushed face.  “A teeny bit of praise, and you get all blushy and shy. It’s fantastic. You go from Top Gun to Weird Science in a minute flat.”

“I’m so glad my suffering amuses you.” Scar’s deadpan delivery directly rivals the mirth in his eyes. 

“Incredibly so.” You say with a wink. “But you deserve all the praise tomorrow, so be prepared for people to lay it on thick, Mister Rocket Spleef Rush Top 5 Finisher.”

Scar feels his face burning at your comments.

“So you did watch closely, huh?”

“Couldn’t let my H0TGuY  down now, could I?” You ask, immediately wincing as your voice cracks. 

“So I’m your H0TGuY now?” Scar says quickly, arms falling to his sides. “Works for me.”

You giggle, prepared to fire back with another witty comment when you catch Scar’s gaze. He’s giving you a look far too serious to be contested with banter. His eyes are scrutinizing you, and you feel nervous under their surveillance. It’s hard to maintain eye contact, especially as Scar tilts his head back for a moment to stretch his neck, jawline on display. You can feel his stare as your eyes trace the long line of his neck down to the scoop neck of his shirt, memorizing the pattern of every scar littering the area. His hair flops back down into his eyes as he realigns himself before you, clearly smirking as if he’s finally figured you out.  

“You never answered my question, by the way,” you squeak, your voice breathier than intended. 

Scar’s smirk grows as he tips his head to one side. 

“Hm? And which question was that, troublemaker?”

“Do I need to start calling you Sand Daddy now?’ You ask, feigning bashfulness for a moment. “Or are you more into just part of that nickname” You trail off, eyes slowly dragging up Scar’s frame as you step into his personal space. When you finally meet his eyes, you’re only inches apart, and you find yourself swooning over the way Scar’s face scrunches in confusion, his teeth jutting out to bite at his bottom lip.

“Why would I want you to call me sand?”

God, you love this idiot. 

Throwing all caution to the wind, you lean in, resting your forehead on Scar’s chest. Just as you imagined, his shirt is equally soft and thin. Thin enough, in fact, that despite the cool breeze, you can perceive his body heat radiating against you. Scar’s hands lift to rest lightly at your waist, unsure. Heart pumping, you turn your head to the side, lounging calmly against him as you speak. 

“Not that one, Scar.”

“Well then, what do you…Oh.”

“Oh?”

“OH.” 

Scar’s voice is breathless, and you swear you faintly pick up on his heart racing beneath your ear. A moment passes before his arms move, one delicately moving around your low back, the other raising to tilt your chin back. 

“I can’t say I’d be opposed to that, but I’ve never tried it before.” Scar mutters. His voice drops a few octaves, and the inside of your brain feels like Joe’s pinball machine as his deep timbre bounces around. “But you know I’m always willing to practice.” 

Scar looks at you for a moment, and you tilt your head toward him in a nod. Closing your eyes, Scar’s breath flits over your lashes as you wait for his lips to touch yours. 

“SCAR, PLEASE INFORM GRIAN THAT NO, WARDENS ARE NOT GIFTS.”

“I’M JUST SAYING THEY COULD BE MUMBO!! YOU NEED TO EXPAND YOUR MIND!”

“WELL, YOU NEED A SERIOUS…”

You and Scar jump at the sound of voices coming up the walkway, separating as quickly as possible. You’re both noticeably flushed, practically panting from the anticipation of moments ago. Scar’s shirt is slightly crumpled from where your head rested, and you’re sure your ears are as red as Grian’s sweater. Sneaking a peek, Mambo and Grian stand a few feet away, staring wide-eyed in your direction. 

“Grian, I feel as though we’ve interrupted a moment.”

“Was that a moment? “I would distinctly consider that a moment.”

“What kind of moment? Good moment? Bad moment?”

“Please stop talking.” Scar says, sighing, both palms pressed into his eyes. “Please, for the love of Jellie, stop talking.”

“Right. Well. Uh. I suppose we can discuss Wardens tomorrow, Scar. Let’s go!”

Grian’s rocket sets off before the words leave his mouth, soaring through Scar’s tree. 

“Yes, well. Uh. Terrible sorry, friends. I’ll just be going.” Mumbo stutters, face quickly reddening. He fires his rocket to follow Grian’s exit, knocking into several branches before you’re sure he’s gone. 

“I want to murder them.” Scar admits. “I love them dearly, but I also want to murder them.”

You can’t help but chuckle. “I think that’s how the entire server feels about them most of the time.”

Scar snorts and the two of you fall back into silence.

“Kinda killed the moment there.” Scar confesses. “Sorry about, y’know. Them.”

“It’s to be expected. Never a dull moment around here.” You respond with a smile and a shrug. 

“Never thought I’d say this, but I think I’m ready for a few more dull moments around here.” 

“Yeah? What a coincidence; I was just thinking the same thing.”

Scar looks up at the sky, a light smile pulling at his lips. 

“Breakfasts are really dull, don’t you think? Honestly, whose favorite part of the day is breakfast?”

“Notoriously boring. Only a true demon would love waking up early for breakfast.”

“I completely agree.” Scar looks over to you, the sparkle returning to his eyes.

“So, I’ll meet you at your base in the morning? You have to wake up early to get the first batch of mimosas after all. Can’t have you oversleeping and getting a bad seat to the show.”

“I’ll set three alarms just in case.” You beam back at Scar, head filled with fewer nerves and more anticipation. 

“Would you like me to walk you home?” Scar asks, but you wave him off. 

“No, it’s fine; it’s a short walk. You had a busy day. You should get some rest.” Straightening yourself out, you return to standing in Scar’s personal space. 

“Besides, you’ll need your energy tomorrow.”

“True. Breakfast will take a lot out of me, I’m sure,” Scar jokes. 

“Mhmm.” You murmur, hands reaching for Scar’s own. 

“Plus, we have a practice session scheduled for tomorrow. It seems we have some new things to try out.”

Scar’s eyes widen at your words, mouth opening and closing a few times before squeaking a response. 

“Yes. Yes, of course. Practice makes perfect and all that.” Scar’s response is fewer words and more stream-of-consciousness rambling, but you find it adorable all the same. 

“Goodnight, Sand Daddy.” Scar’s face is a mixture of amusement and adoration, your favorite. Popping up on your tiptoes, you quickly press a kiss to the corner of Scar’s mouth before dropping back down. 

“Goodnight.” Scar whispers. 

Turning to make your exit, you pause at the edge of Scar’s walkway to take one last look. Peeking out from behind your original Acacia tree spot, you’re secluded enough to be out of Scar’s eyesight. As Scar turns to reenter his home, he pumps his arm a few times in happiness, attempting what looks to be a little dance of joy. Rolling your eyes, you turn and head home, and for the first time in your life, you can’t wait to wake up early.

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Male Mc arm wrestling Diavolo and WINS, how do the brothers react?

lil story!

mc watched as Lucifer and Diavolo arm wrestled, the winner ended up being Diavolo. Mc wanted to join the fun so he asks if he could join

Lucifer was gonna say no but Diavolo wanted to arm wrestle mc for fun

“Sure! But just so you know I won’t go easy on you” Diavolo says confidently

“Good, I love a challenge ” mc responds while extending his arm to arm wrestle

Diavolo grabs mc hand and they get ready to start their arm wrestling match, Lucifer calls the shots on when they go

“Ready, set, GO” Lucifer watches as his two lovers friends(?) arm wrestle, he was suprised to see mc being able to withstand Diavolo strength and Diavolo looked surprised too

After five minutes of Diavolo and mc struggling all the brothers watched, Mc didn’t want to lose and neither did Diavolo

“GO MCC!!” Mammon cheers

With one last push Mc was able to beat Diavolo

“Good game Diavolo!”

Lucifer

Didn’t know who to cheer for

He didn’t expect you to win

a HUMAN won against the prince of demons, of course he’s surprised

Well at least he doesn’t have to worry about you getting mugged☠️

Watching you show off your strength awoken something in him

Lucifer didn’t cheer for anyone

If you want- he’ll give you a reward if you want it

He asks how you were able to beat Diavolo

And all you say is “I’m strong”

After you beat Diavolo you looked tired so Lucifer left the wrestling match to get you water

When he comes back he finds you looking exhausted, he isn’t surprised you did just face one of the strongest demons

He gives you the water and you thank him

Will try to get you to arm wrestle him next but somewhere more privet

MAMMON!!!

He might have been cheering you on but he thought you were gonna lose ngl

He’s so impressed

He wants to arm wrestle next!

Mammon thinks of so many schemes

“I am both deeply in love but scared” Mammon thought

Mammon is going to open an arm wrestling match with you

You are gonna make him so much money

The best part of this plan is that you won’t get hurt! You are strong as hell!

Mammon hires you as a bodyguard even if you don’t agree

“MC PROTECT MEEE” Mammon screams while running away from leviathan

“MAMMMON DONT HIDE BEHIND MC” leviathan yells

“it’s 7:00 am can y’all not” Mc says after literally just waking up

“Sorry” Leviathan and Mammon immediately stopped fighting to make sure Mc isn’t angry

Leviathan

He recorded it

He was so surprised you won he dropped his DDD

had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn’t dreaming

He’s now scared that you’ll break his controller

“Mc before we play devilcart I need to tell you something…” Leviathan mumbles

“What is it?” Mc asks

“If you break my controller I’ll never forgive you” Leviathan says dead serious

“Why would I????” Mc is confused

“YOU ARE STRONG YOU CANT EXPECT ME TO NOT BE NERVOUS!” Leviathan yells

“you can’t be serious- have you ever seen me break the controller?” mc asks

“No but-”

“THEN WHY WOULD IT CHANGE??? DID I JUST SUDDENLY GET STRONGER??” Mc is more confused than angry

Mc and leviathan just argue and forgot about the game entirely

“I feel offended that you would assume I would do such a thing!” Mc crosses his arms

“fine, fine. I’m sorry” leviathan apologizes

“Thank you now let’s play-” mc went to go pick up the controller and it fucking explodes

“…”

“…”

“WHAT EVEN HAPPENED?!?” Mc yells

Satan

Thought that you both planned this or something- you beating up Diavolo? The prince of demons?? Yeah right

Then he arm wrestled you and lost hard

Mc and Satan arm wrestled and Satan lost so hard he broke the table

Satan puts your strength to the test

“MC CATCH!” Throws a bookcase

“bruh.” Mc dodges the bookcase

“Mc you were supposed to catch it!” Satan was about to scold you for not catching it

“YOU WANTED ME TO CATCH IT?? I THOUGHT IT WAS A MURDER ATTEMPT” mc yells

“well you’re wrong now let’s do that again” Satan leaves to get another bookcase

Mc tries to explain to Satan that he should’t do that

“Cant catch a bookcase but can win against Diavolo? Suspicious.” Satan crosses his arms

“Satan this isn’t one of your mystery novels but will be more of a murder mystery book if you throw another book case at me”

Satan finally understands that throwing a bookcase at someone is insane

“Wanna head to my room now that I’m done throwing bookcases at you?” Satan asks

Mc doesn’t wanna go into his room cause satan room is basically JUST bookcases

“No let’s go to the cat cafe” mc knows satan would never say no to a cat cafe

“YEAH”

anyways where was I going with this?

I forgot so I’m gonna go to the next character

ASMODEOUS

live streamed the entire thing

now the entire devildom knows about you strength

mammon plan is now over

“What else can those hands do?”

“what”

“What”

Asmo was cheering mc on with the knowledge that mc would win

Mc helps asmo a lot when shopping so he wasn’t surprised you won..

Okay maybe a little

Anyways now that he knows you can beat Diavolo in an arm wrestling match you’re gonna be a lot like this:

Beel is gonna feel so bad for you while watching you carry those bags

“Mc do you need help-” beel offers

“Yea!-” mc was cut off by asmo

“No! This is part of his training!”

“why is everyone trying to murder me” mc weeps

“Asmo Mc is literally about to die” Beel responds

“ok but is he dead? no so keep holding those bags Mc!” Asmo cheers mc on

“I hope you go to the deepest pits of hell” mc mumbles

“What was that?” Asmo asks

“Nothing~” mc carry’s the bags till they finally get done

Mc was pampered for the rest of the day by asmo

“Asmo don’t ever make me go through that again” Mc weeps

“Fine…” Asmo responds while massaging Mc back

Beel

was in the middle of eating when you won

He was so surprised you won he stopped eating

“does food poisoning cause hallucinations?” Is in Beel search history now

Beel went to arm wrestle you next but then he saw the table broken and Satan laying on the ground and backed out

“Mc why was there four broken bookcases on the ground outside your room” beel asks

“Beel great timing I need you to do something for me!” Mc says completely ignoring the question

“I need you to protect me from everyone for the next week” mc says

“oh why?” Beel is curious (I almost spelt curious with a q I’m going insane)

“EVERYONE BEEN TRYING TO KILL ME” mc cries

Beel agrees to help mc

Mc and Beel are the new Lucifer and Diavolo but if it was a knockoff

belphie

i hate spelling this dude name

he never got up so fast after he heard mc beat Diavolo

“BEAT DIAVOLO IN WHAT? A FIGHT? A GUN BATTLE? A BATTLE TO THE DEATH?!?”

“dude wtf is wrong with you it was an arm wrestling match get therapy” Leviathan says disturbed

“oh, okay that’s still cool” belphie says while going back to sleep

“you sound uninterested” Leviathan says before leaving

belphie assumes you got your strength by carrying him everywhere

belphie is gonna make fun of Diavolo on devilgram on Mammon account

yeah sorry if this one has to much crack

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