#Best Rust Server

[meowdom]

Rusty Bones era was truly incredible for Foolish freaks like me.

I think its the combination of him playing a game he had no knowledge in for the first time, being trusted as a leader, the time limitations of the event, AND the amount of people he haven't met before on the server. Yeah we joke about him being unprofessional streamer but when it matters he takes his obligations seriously and he truly locked in during that event. Hours of gameplay 7 days in a row, clocking 14, 10, 12 hours a day (except first and last days for 6-7 hours). That event was very big and Foolish did great on a meta level of staying out of drama cuz bb there was a lot.

Foolish has been a leader in different contexts before that, but this one was the first where he was truly a ruler of a Kingdom.

He had such great balance of rp players and pro players and pvp players. He allowed everyone to shine, he praised everyone who helped him become a rust player, he genuinely enjoyed different aspects of that game and he genuinely tried his best at being a just, fierce yet humble king. Despite his character not expecting or wanting the amount of responsibility that was thrusted upon him, especially since 2 out of 3 of his other rulers rejected any responsibility at all. (i think quackity showed up maybe once, tried to be a dictator and throw foolish off the throne (people defended foolish here btw btw) , and left LMAO. And miyoung just preffered to play with friends and at her own pace, saying outright she is not a leader. Tina was a leader and she did her duties but Foolish was a face of the kingodm and more recognised because he did a lot of diplomacy) And people joined on their own, the only thing that was predetermined is each kingdom had 4 rulers, that's it. By the end Rusty Bones had 94 people, while obv active memebers were way less, those who were main forces were very adamant on their loyalty.

I just!!!! Rusty Bones were so unique!!!! And so so wonderful and fun and chaotic and under dog and fighters and artists and just loyal to the bone. SO much happend during that week and all of it was incredibly entertaining. I don't remember a lot but i do know the feelings it gave me while i was watching it. It was great!!!!

Oh and btw, Rusty Kingdoms won in the end B)

[oddly-specific-hermit-headcanons]

Rule number 1 of going into Grian's bases: Do not open the black door, you will not like it

First and foremost, it leads to a hallway of doors that otherwise do not exist and break every known law of the universe. Doc was highly unsuccessful in recreating it.

The first lot of doors are pretty standard, each one a recreation of Grian's core memories, many are usually barricaded shut. The Grian's behind those doors cannot step through them. That is not how time works.

There is a door labelled with a red x, this is where NPG lives when rust is not terrorising the Helsmits, rust is inexplicably tied to the flat world beyond the door. Rust has access to creative mode in this space but is otherwise locked on adventure.

The door covered in eyes leads to Xequela, it is a recreation of the void meant to house seer, see like it a lot and only leaves if Grian calls seer. See does enjoy company if you would like to.

The crown door houses 3rd Life Grian in the remnants of the server. He would greatly appreciate it if you would stay and talk but it is best not to mention Scar.

Then there is the white door, behind it are Grian Clones, each one slightly different from the last in the uncanny valley way. They will try and follow you out, you must watch them carefully. Go straight to Grian if you believe one has escaped.

There are many doors, each one more disturbing than the last. But there is one even Grian refuses to go near.

It looks like the door to a child's bedroom, but the world it holds is far from that. It's a beautiful wonderland full of colour and excitement, until the bell tolls thrice at midnight. Then the world drops and you are plunged into a bloodstained laboratory full of indescribable monsters out of a true nightmare. Some do not hunt you, others want nothing but your head and there is no way to tell the difference. The air is poisonous too, once the mask runs out of gas you must get out of there. This is Mother Spore's house and myc is not a fan of guests.

The door at the end holds nothingness, you will get lost if you do not hold onto the door. Because he is always watching and he is hungry. He does not care what lets go of the door as long as he can eat it.

Keralis was the first to understand that this was the physical embodiment of Grian's mind that he stepped into, but understands why Grian does not share that peace of information. All he can do is try and get the stubborn bird into therapy.

.

[coff33andb00ks]

where i come from - LS

pairing: logan sargeant x fem!reader (lilli. it's lilli) summary: hitch a ride to the end of the highway where the neons turn to wood word count: 1.2k a.n.: the first of three small fics for my beloved Lilli @maxlarens Happy birthday my darling!! I hope you enjoy this little love letter to you (and to american road trips). inspo: all the road trip songs my family blasted during my childhood, compiled here warnings: it's not a waffle house it's a waffle home, author is in love with american south almost as much as Lilli's in love with Logan

"Logan, you can't be serious."

He laughs, parking the car next to a slightly bent light pole. "What? You want to see America, right?"

You press your lips together, staring at the small, flat building that looks as though it's been in that spot since the 1960s and hasn't been refurbished once. "This is America?"

"One of the best parts," he promises, climbing out. The balmy air of Florida immediately makes the car's cold air disappear and you sigh, unbuckling your seatbelt as he walks around to open the door for you.

"A Waffle House is America?"

"Trust me," he says. "You'll understand."

You do trust him, so you let him take your hand, sweat beading before you've taken two steps across the parking lot. There's a crowd of people near the door and you feel their eyes on you and Logan as you approach, the air thick with humidity and weed and tobacco smoke.

The interior is worse than the exterior. Your sandals slide with each step on the ancient tile floor and you can feel the grease in the restaurant. A bored server is leaning against a booth and hands you and Logan menus as you walk by, telling you to sit wherever. You want to turn around and go sit in the car, but…

Logan looks so fucking happy.

So you sit in a booth with him, ignoring the sticky spot on the bench that catches the material of your shorts. You ignore the faint aroma of tobacco smoke that lingers in the dining area. You ignore the yelling from the kitchen staff and the argument starting up between a couple at the counter.

The food is pure American stereotype. Sweet, greasy, and the portions enormous. But your first bite of the burger has you smiling. Because—

"Oh my god," you practically moan.

Across from you, Logan's grinning.

The server is pure southern charm as soon as she hears your accent, and you relax as you enjoy a meal big enough to last you an entire day. It's not great but it's good, and the atmosphere seems to shift.

He buys you a mug, telling you under his breath about a time his brother stole one because apparently everyone does that. Once outside in the sweltering heat, he pulls you in and kisses the top of your head. "Welcome to America."

The road trip was his idea. It's the best way to see this land he loves so much and because you love him so much you agreed, and after a week with his family you're driving out of the Florida panhandle, the windows down and the music blasting, both of you singing Sweet Home Alabama at the top of your lungs.

He takes an exit off the interstate and you're already lost but he's content, speeding along unmarked country roads, past lush forests and rolling fields. He has to slow to a crawl for tractors, and every time a car passes he waves like the other person is an old friend.

Left or right? at every stop sign. No map, no GPS, just a whim.

A tiny shop – gas station, babe, not a shop – in the middle of nowhere is selling fresh peaches and the woman is so sweet and talkative you want to stay and talk all day. Her great aunt makes those crochet blankets you're admiring and before you know it you've got three draped over your arms.

"Where y'all headed?" she's asking as Logan pays.

He shrugs, smiling that bashful smile that made you fall in love with him. "Nowhere, really."

She gives the vaguest yet most detailed directions to a motel – you're gonna wanna drive thataway til you see the old rusted school bus? Then take a left and keep driving til you pass the turnoff for the highway. It's down on the right. If you get to the stoplight you done went too far – and Logan gives you a look as you bite into a fresh Georgia peach.

You smile.

More rolling fields and woods. Farms and family homes and kids on swings. He gets to the stoplight and you both laugh all the way back to the motel.

It's tiny and has almost zero amenities but it's clean and the window overlooks a small field of wildflowers. You take a shower and when you come out there's a jar with a bunch of wildflowers in it and you smile at him. You've been smiling so much the past couple days that your cheeks ache.

He finds a place to get dinner and you feast on what he says is pretty okay bbq but you think is the best you've ever tasted.

The next day you're better prepared, and you fully enjoy the rambling tour of the countryside, relaxing with each passing mile. Feet on the dash, singing along to Fleetwood Mac and Tom Petty and Creedence Clearwater Revival. Songs that are familiar and songs that he knows every word to and you are still learning.

Lunch is a picnic, thrown together with gas station sandwiches and bags of chips, sitting on one of the blankets you bought yesterday by a river. You want to enjoy the scenery, because it is as beautiful as he always told you it was, but all you can focus on is him.

He looks so happy. You've seen him happy, of course, but lately he's been downtrodden. Anxious. And you sit there, watching him as he talks about maybe making it up into North Carolina by sundown, seeing how relaxed he is.

And you fall a little in love with this spot of the world that heals him.

"You love it here," you say softly after a bit of silence.

Logan nods, looking out to the river where it disappears into the trees. "I do."

"I'm—"

"I love sharing it with you more."

Oh. Oh. Your eyes are burning and it's not fair that he can drop the sweetest lines when you least expect them even though by now you should expect them because he always does and—

"Lilli?"

You blink and he's moved to sit right in front of you. "Logan?"

Why does he look worried? Your mind scrambles, thinking something must be wrong. He feels ill, or he just spotted some venomous snake slithering nearby or—

He shifts and you glance down, seeing the ring sparkling in his hand.

Later you'll remember every word he says. How his hand shakes and his voice wavers while he tells you how much he loves you and how happy you make him. But for now all you hear is the river splashing over rocks and birds twittering and the breeze ruffling the leaves of the oak tree. And all you can see his eyes, shining and bright and beautiful.

There's hot sauce on his fingers and yours are gritty with salt. His lips taste of salt and vinegar and there's an ant crawling on your leg, and he's apologizing for not giving you some grand proposal, but you don't care. You're glad he asked you here.

"I love you," he whispers, forehead resting against yours and you feel the sigh that exhales his worries.

He worried that you'd say no. As if yes wasn't on your lips before he said the words.

"I love you, Logie."

[royalarchivist]

Ironmouse: [Reading chat] "Will you be on the QSMP final event this Friday?" They asked me to be in it and I said that I'm gonna try my best to be there. That is true, oh my god, thanks for reminding me! I almost forgot. I'm very honored and happy to have been invited.

Ironmouse: I met a lot of really cool people that, to this day, we still chat. Cellbit has been such a- such a sweetheart. Everybody's been so nice to me. Everybody was always so nice and inviting and welcoming to me. [...] A lot of the QSMP members will be in the Rust server, so we will be seeing them in Rust Kingdoms, which I'm excited for! Rust Kingdom starts on Saturday, so… it's gonna be pretty fun. We're gonna have a great time.

—

Ironmouse talks about the upcoming QSMP event, and reiterates how grateful she is to have been invited to the project! She says she's very happy to have met everyone and specifically mentions missing Cellbit, Jaiden, Etoiles, and Bagi.

[ Full Transcript ↓ ]

—

Ironmouse: [Reading chat] "Will you be on the QSMP final event this Friday?" They- they asked me to be in it and I said that I'm gonna try my best to be- to be there. That is true, oh my god, thanks for reminding me! I almost forgot. There is a final QSMP event on Friday called "QSMP Expedition." As you all know... the QSMP is over. This is the final event. I'm very honored and happy to have- to have been invited.

It's the final event, that's all they said to me! That it's the final event. Yeah, I met a lot of really cool people that, to this day, we still chat. Cellbit has been such a- such a sweetheart. Everybody's been so nice to me. Everybody was always so nice and inviting and welcoming to me. JAIDENNNN! [Reading chat] "Hope you can collaborate with some of them again" Yeah, of course! We're all pretty busy people but, you know, we- we get together when we can, I think. Well, Jaiden's been especially busy.

[After reading chat] Yes, that's true! A lot of the QSMP members will be in the Rust- in the Rust server, so we will be seeing them in Rust Kingdoms, which I'm excited for! Rust Kingdom starts on Saturday, so... it's gonna be pretty fun. We're gonna have a great time.

[Reading chat] "Please collab with Bagi" Yeah, I would love to collab with Bagi! She's- oh my god, I miss Bagi, I gotta send her a message. Etoiles has been– oh my god Etoiles, I sent him a message the other day and I'm like "When are we gonna play games, Etoiles? When Etoiles, when are we playing games again, Etoiles?" I gotta send him another message 'cuz I got sick, since I got sick I haven't- haven't like messaged him and I know he's been struggling with his own stuff too, so... We gotta play games!

[Clears throat] What time? Wait, what time- what time is the QSMP event? It didn't give me a time. Oh, at 12- 12 PST?!?! Oh man. I don't know if I'm gonna be AWAKE! I'll try my best! Oof. Yeah, I wonder– wait, let me- let me ask them...

[Typing a message to the QSMP Admins] I just realized the time, it might be a bit early for me, is it ok if I show up and I'm not streaming, 'cuz I might have rolled out of bed to be there?

I'm going to try my best- I'm gonna try my best to make it guys, Jesus Christ. [The event] is supposed to be like, something scary. I'm wondering what it's going to be!

[pixiecaps]

oh i joined mousey’s stream right as she was talking about qsmp. someone in chat asked if she’d be at the qsmp event and she said she was asked if she’d be there and said that she’d try her best!! she mentioned that all she was told is that its the “final event” and that she feels very honored to have been invited to the qsmp.

and that shes happy to have met and gotten to know so many cool people from the qsmp. specifically mentioning cellbit. and said she’d love to collab more with the qsmp people but everyones very busy. she said she misses bagi and wants to play something with etoiles!

also that a couple of the qsmp people will be on the rust server (abe will be hosting a rust server called Rust Kingdoms on May 25th and now we know some of the qsmp people will be on it) (rust is a survival multiplayer game for those unaware. its very fun to watch)

she just checked the time of the event and said “i dont know if i’ll be awake oof” now shes asking the team if its okay if she doesnt stream it😭 and again saying shes gonna try her best to be there.

[clemster]

The Price of Peace

"“Brody’s right, though,” Clementine said, arms crossed. “The others need to be told about this.”

“No-” Marlon huffed, the beam of the flashlight jerking back and forth between the two girls. “Don’t you dare-”

But Brody was already nearing the stairs. She was prepared. Prepared to tell the others what she should’ve told them a long time ago.

“Brody, stop!”

She didn’t.

“STOP!”

And then the flashlight swung.

...

A 'What-If' scenario where instead of Marlon hitting Brody with the flashlight, he ends up hitting Clementine." A/N: hello...... i haven't properly written a fic since 2021 HELP ME. anyways i've been wanting to write a what if fic for twdg for sometime but never got the chance to do so until now!! shoutout to my awesome twdg discord server for helping me gain the confidence and motivation to write this, y'all the best !!! Read on AO3

Or read here on Tumblr

The hallways of the dormitory, Clementine realized, were unsettlingly quiet at night. Too quiet for her liking.

The brunette stood outside of the dorm she and Alvin Junior shared, arms crossed as she leaned against the wall next to the room’s door, unable to sleep. A candle was gripped in her hand, its flame illuminating the spot where she stood. AJ was already asleep, his tiny breaths steady and his small frame curled up in bed. Clem knew she could step out and have a moment to herself and the little boy would be fine. She focused her gaze on the graffiti that was imprinted on the walls on the other side of the hall. 

For a while, Clem just stood in silence, her eyes dragging across the walls in front of her as she examined the uneven slashes of spray paint along the decaying walls. Over time, however, faint voices drifted through the old boarding school’s plumbing – distant, but sharp, bouncing off the copper pipes and merging with the hallway’s atmosphere. Creaks and whispers of nature were common throughout the school, so it wasn’t hard for Clementine to make out which noises didn’t belong where. Clem released a sigh through her nostrils, closing her eyes as she soaked the peacefulness of the moment.

But the voices kept rising.

Her eyes snapped open. She tilted her head toward the rusted pipe that ran along the ceiling above her, furrowing her brow.

“... lied to all of them, Marlon!”

The voice belonged to Brody. Clementine registered that quickly.

Her voice was raw – furious and frightened all at once. Similar to how she was when she and the others had come back from a successful scavenge and informing them about the man they encountered. 

Another voice replied, louder and more defensive.

“I did what I had to do!”

Marlon’s. Clementine narrowed her eyes.

Their argument was muffled, distorted by distance and obstacles of structure and objects in between. Despite this, it wasn’t enough to hide the truth beneath it. Clementine couldn’t make out every single word being said, but their tone was as clear as glass, and that was enough for her. Panic. Accusation. Regret.

Something was unraveling. Something deeper than Clem expected.

She stepped away from the wall she was leaning on and slipped out of the dormitory building. A rumble of thunder echoed throughout the night sky as Clementine exited out into the courtyard of the boarding school. The sky above was littered with dark clouds, signalling a storm was brewing. The makeshift flag made from a t-shirt flapped violently in the wind. The flame that lit the candle in her hand extinguished, plummeting her in a wave of darkness. No matter, it was light enough for Clem to know where she was going. And she knew exactly where she was going.

Getting to the storm doors of the basement didn’t take long. They stood out amongst everything else in the courtyard, the bright red paint faded and chipped with time but still obvious enough from afar. Clementine could hear the argument from where she stood. It was still difficult to make out what exactly was being said. Marlon sounded peeved, though, with Brody sounding desperate. She had to figure out what was going on. Her amber eyes caught sight of a lock snug tight on the doors, which caused her to curse under her breath. She had to break the lock, and quickly. 

It didn’t take Clem long to find something to aid her in breaking the lock. A loose brick; perfect for the job. It didn’t take her long to slam it against the lock, either. A few hits and the lock broke free, Clementine tossing the brick to the side and heaving the doors open. She released a shaky breath as the two’s argument was audible, clear enough that she could make out more words, but not enough to fully understand what was being said. Silently, Clementine descended the stairs. The deeper she went, the colder it became, as if the stone amongst the basement was holding its breath. 

Her boots landed lightly on the concrete flooring of the basement. The chill was more apparent now, slapping against her skin and tickling the hairs on her neck. The smell of mold and rust clung to the air, thick and sour. It wasn’t a pleasant smell to hit Clementine’s senses. The only source of light that flooded the room with light came from a flashlight, its beam shaking faintly due to the hand that held it shaking like mad. Clem crept behind a tall row of metal shelves, filled to the brim with empty paint cans, boxes filled with broken tools, and other useless junk. From where she hid, she could see the argument unfolding right in front of her; Marlon being the one holding the flashlight, an annoyed look on his face, and Brody right in front of him, an uneasy aura of rage and fear surrounding the both of them. They hadn’t seen her yet. She kept hidden and waited, listening.

“You lied to them, Marlon,” Brody spat. Her arms were crossed as she narrowed her eyes deeply at the blond in front of her. “You lied to Tenn! Their brother!”

Marlon paced around, his hands placed on his hips as he shook his head in deep thought. “I didn’t have a choice, Brody, you know that!”

“You had every choice!” She retorted. “You just didn’t want to lose control.”

Marlon stopped in his pacing. His shoulders heaved. “You think I wanted to make that deal? You think I liked giving them Minnie and Sophie?”

“You didn’t just give them away,” Brody said, her voice trembling as her hands curled into fists. “You let them go. You stood there and watched as those- those raiders took them away!”

“I kept the rest of us safe,” Marlon growled, a dangerous glint shining between his pupils. “That was the deal. Give them two, and the rest of us walk away.”

A chill crawled up Clementine’s spine.

Two kids. Traded away like currency. 

That fact made Clem’s blood boil.

“You swore we were done with them,” Brody’s voice brought Clementine back to reality. “That it ended with the twins.”

“I thought we were done,” Marlon shot back, a tremble noticeable in his voice. He was scared. “But then they… they mentioned Abel was at that train station. They saw him, Brody. They’re near.”

Abel. That’s what his name was. Clementine remembered shoving him into the pile of walkers that were crammed outside. There was no chance he survived that. Yet, with what was being said, it sounded like there were more, and they were sure to find out about the sorry fate that one of their own met. 

“They want more.” Marlon spoke quietly. “They’re sure to find us, and when they do- they’ll want more of us. They’ll want more of us and we have nothing to give-”

Brody suddenly stepped back, her expression changing to a horrified one. “You’re planning another trade, aren’t you?”

“No!” Marlon quickly snapped. “No. Not, not unless I have to.”

Brody wasn’t buying it. Her voice trembled as she asked a question she didn’t want to know the answer to. “Who?”

Marlon didn’t answer.

“Marlon,” Brody said, firmer, stepping closer to the taller one. “Who?”

He hesitated – just a beat too long.

“Clementine,” He finally said. His lip quivered as he answered. “Clementine… and her kid.”

Clementine’s stomach dropped. The bubbling sensation that ran through her blood came back, rising to her chest.

“She’s new,” Marlon continued, despite the terrified look Brody gave him. “She’s strong. She knows how to survive. And AJ, well, the pair of them can’t be separated.”

“You cannot be fucking serious, Marlon!” Brody’s voice cracked with disbelief. “You’re willing to trade a child to those- those raiders…?!”

“Not unless I have to!” He shouted. He took a moment to take a deep breath before continuing. “It’s… it’s us or them, Brody. I’ll do what’s necessary in order to keep us safe.”

Behind the metal shelves, Clementine was frozen as she listened to what the blond had to say. Her mind flashed to AJ, sleeping peacefully back in their room. Completely unaware. But Clementine knew. If those raiders returned, if they had found the school, Marlon would hand them over. Like they were nothing. 

“I can’t believe you right now.” Brody snarled. She refused to properly look him in the eye. “You’re disgusting, and a coward!”

“I’m trying to save lives, Brody!” Marlon desperately said. “I’m trying my best here. I’ve been leading this place ever since those damn adults left us. You think it’s easy keeping everyone alive?”

The auburn turned back, a scary glare imprinted on her face. “So you choose who dies instead.”

“I make the hard calls. That’s what any leader would do.”

Brody shook her head. “That’s not leadership,” She softly growled. “That’s betrayal.”

Clementine had enough. Her fists were shaking with rage. She knew she had to say something. Clem shifted and stepped away from behind the shelves.

“You said AJ was safe here.”

Both of them turned, startled by the new voice.

Clementine stepped into the light that illuminated from the flashlight, her rage continuing to slowly but surely rise to the surface. “You said we were safe.”

“Clem,” Brody whispered in shock. “How long…?”

“Long enough to hear what I needed to know.” The brunette said, a hint of annoyance tickling behind her throat. “I heard that you traded Tenn’s sisters away. That you told everyone that they died. And that if those raiders came back, me and AJ would be the first to go.”

Beats of sweat trailed down Marlon’s forehead, realizing he was now cornered. “No- that’s not- that’s only if they came back-! I was trying to protect-”

Clementine raised a hand, silencing the blond. “Don’t,” She spoke softly, her tone signalling that one wrong move and she wouldn’t hesitate. “Don’t you dare try to defend yourself.”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that. Any of that.”

“Yet I did.”

Marlon’s grip on the flashlight tightened.

Brody took a step near Clementine. She turned to Marlon. “We need to tell the others. They… they deserve to know.” 

Panic overwhelmed Marlon. He desperately shook his head. “Are you insane?” He barked. “If this gets out, everything falls apart!”

“It’s already falling apart!” Brody countered back. “Everything we’ve built has been broken for ages!”

Marlon looked between the two girls. He was clearly outnumbered here. And he didn’t like that. The grip on the flashlight didn’t lighten, neither did the shaking of his hand that gripped said flashlight. He was no longer afraid. He was furious. Furious that they weren’t understanding him, furious that everything he had worked towards meant nothing. Furious that there was now the threat of them telling everyone what he’d done. He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t. 

“Brody’s right, though,” Clementine said, arms crossed. “The others need to be told about this.”

“No-” Marlon huffed, the beam of the flashlight jerking back and forth between the two girls. “Don’t you dare-”

But Brody was already nearing the stairs. She was prepared. Prepared to tell the others what she should’ve told them a long time ago.

“Brody, stop!”

She didn’t.

“STOP!”

And then the flashlight swung.

The metal struck Clementine just above the temple. A sickening crack echoed throughout the basement.

Her vision exploded with white light. Her ears rang like they’d been filled with fire. Pain lanced through her skull, sharp and hot, then dulled down into a deep, sick throb. She felt herself collapsing onto the ground. Her hat flung off her head. Blood, wet and sticky, dripped heavily down from her wound, droplets falling to the ground beside her. Everything felt numb.

“CLEM!” Brody screamed. She ran back to the brunette and dropped to her knees beside her. Sincere worry glazed over her eyes as she helped her into a sitting position. “Oh my god, oh my god- no no no-”

Clementine blinked slowly, attempting to make out what the auburn was saying, but the world refused to focus. The pain was searing. Her breath came in shallow gasps. Blood continued to rush down her face like a waterfall, dripping down and staining her denim jacket.

“Oh my god, what the hell is wrong with you, Marlon?! You hit her!” 

The blond stood frozen, the flashlight limp in his hand. Its beam cut across the floor in a jittering arc, speckles of Clementine’s blood mixing in with its light. “I- I didn’t mean to-” He struggled to speak. “She startled me-! I didn’t-”

“She’s bleeding, Marlon! You slammed that damn flashlight into her skull! You- you were trying to shut us up!”

“I was trying to protect us!” Marlon shouted, attempting to defend his case. Though it was no use. There was no way he could get out of this situation easily. 

Brody turned her attention back to Clementine. A hand slid into one of the brunette’s, grasping it tightly. “S-Stay with me, okay? Don’t- don’t close your eyes.”

Clem groaned, struggling to focus her eyes. “AJ…”

“He’s okay,” Brody hushed her, her thumb lightly grazing over her hand in an attempt to comfort her. “He’s okay, Clem. Don’t, don’t worry.” 

“I- I swear, I didn’t mean…” Marlon was mumbling to himself. Brody turned to face the blond, watching as he tossed the flashlight to the ground and dragged his fingers through his hair. A beat of silence passed, and then Marlon locked eyes with the auburn. “I- I need to-” But he didn’t let himself finish his thought. He turned toward the stairs, each footstep pounding as he ascended. 

Fear shot through Brody. He wouldn’t. Yet he was. Brody released her grip on the brunette, running after the blond. “Don’t you dare-!!”

But it was too late. The storm doors slammed shut right as Brody neared them, and a beat later the loud echo of the bolt being slid into place was heard. He locked them in there. Furious, Brody banged on the underside of the doors, desperate to get the blond’s attention again. “Marlon! MARLON! Open the door!”

No answer. Just the muffled patter of incoming rain above them. 

Brody slumped back into the depths of the basement, defeated. She quickly kneeled down back beside Clementine, her breath ragged and hands shaking. “Okay… o-okay, you’re gonna be fine, you-” She reassured, more to herself than anything. Her hand found its way back into Clem’s. “We’ll get out. He- he can’t keep us down here forever. We’ll… we’ll figure it out.”

Clementine attempted to sit up, but a sharp wave of nausea stopped her. The world began spinning again. A shaky and sharp breath escaped her lips as she felt herself collapsing back down.

“Don’t move!” Brody quickly said, helping the brunette adjust herself once more. “You… you took a nasty hit.” Clem’s eyes fluttered. “A-AJ… where is…?”

“He’s okay,” Brody reassured her again on the boy’s status. “He’s safe, I promise. We’ll… we’ll get back to him, okay?” 

Clementine merely nodded. The flashlight still lay on the floor nearby, flickering slightly. The basement was quiet now, the noises of the world locked tightly outside. Just the sound of two girls, trapped in the basement, one bleeding out and the other doing her best to not fall apart. 

The others surely had to figure out what was happening by now.  They had to have encountered Marlon by now, Brody praying that they’re demanding answers out of him. 

But that’s all she could do right now. Pray. 

Pray that this nightmare of a night would come to an end. 

[kitkat-the-muffin]

KNOCK KNOCK *kicks down your door* time to talk about Cloutchase Vol 5!

Be sure to check out the previous installments: [1][2][3][4]

Good evening Tumblr! It took two days to play through Volume 5 this time because my friends and I also read through Discord's Holiday Party and the bonus room. I'll make a separate post about the former soon, and I will link it here once it's done. BUT LETS LOOK AT THE MAIN GAME FIRST!

Here are your usual two screenshots for enticement:

Remember to play the game yourself before clicking the Read More!

I, of course, played this with my usual friend, who I will simply refer to as Ams. I play through all the routes with her and it's been a genuine delight. I was also joined by my other friend, who I will call Knight. I have posted about him in the Cloutchase tag before, as I have used two of his messages as meme material for both Ao3 and Wikipedia. Thus, he has voiced both of them in this week's playthrough hahah

I immediately noticed right off the bat that Ao3's books are stacked in the colors of the Homestuck troll blood colors. Rust, Bronze, Gold, Lime, Olive, Jade, Teal, Cerulean, Indigo, Purple, Violet, and Fuchsia. There's probably a Candy Red beneath his palms as well. I understood that reference. Anyway, I absolutely love his gimmick of having tropes follow him around, that feels like both a dream and a nightmare. We all love reading fic but we never wanna live it

I wanted to include this photo cause I just love the art. Angst angst angst angst angst! But also dang User got some sick canines wtf-

This line made me have to explain Troll Jegus to my non-homestuck friends, how freaking dare you. Ams got it faster than Knight though, he's very slow on the uptake-

I know I put this image in the post already but I just have to say, Ams and I saw this and were like "oh noooooooooooooooooooooo" and Knight was a clueless bystander who has never read fanfic in his life and sat there like "E for Everyone :3" the poor soul

I absolutely love how eloquent Ao3 speaks and writes. I know not all fics are as fancy as this, but I greatly relate to writing with all my LA class lessons in mind. Also, I think this is Imgur's first actual sprite appearance, so that's neat! I could be wrong though, I don't remember if User has even properly met her before. Ao3's writing sprite is so cute btw

Love the new Kik characterization too. This may be fic, but I bet it's canon (delusional). WAIT IS THAT HATSUNE MIKU-

By far the best introduction of any character so far. If you've seen any of my posts with Knight in them, you know he was DELIGHTED to see this (his username on the Cloutchase Discord server is literally "Wikipedia Firearms Broker"). He did however complain that this gun does not have a scope, or something idr

Hahah uh how did he know the grid is my laptop wallpaper- (it's been my wallpaper for like two years now lol, or whenever this screenshot was made available to me)

Very ominous Fandom, love to see it. I will admit, I used both Wiki and Fandom to find resources for my final essay this past semester. I just used them to find sources not as sources I promise- uh anyway this character design slaps and I love evil old women

When Knight read out Wiki's dialogue, he actually said the full name of the gun out loud instead of just "AR-15." I'd type it here but I don't remember it, I was not blessed with the firearm hyperfixation like he. Anyway when Quotev asked what our favorite emoticon was all of us said colon three. Quotev is amazing here btw, she was a highlight of the route for me

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT I'VE SEEN THIS BEFORE-

ON AJ'S BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@applejuiceyjuice-art get clocked /j (lmk if u want me to remove the @)

AM I MS. BLOG RUNNER'S SECRET LOVE CHILD??????

Okay so after getting all of Wiki's endings I went back to see if the board changed AND IT DID and that was by far the FUNNIEST thing of the entire route. Makes me wonder if all the other route bad ends are also supposed to be here or not

Last thing I wanna put here, AJ you gotta show me ur sims cloutchase house I would like to witness the chaos. Also, there's a lot more devs in the dev room! That's so nice to see, I'm glad ur team is growing!

Sorry that I haven't been very active in the community, college has been kicking my butt and all that, but you guys are genuinely doing a great job and I love playing this game with my friends! Heck, this game even saved my friend's life because she agreed to play Instagram's route with me the day she was considering ending herself, so thank you for that, too

I'm super interested in how the Admin lore is going to play out in future volumes, as well as being able to meet more sites! I'd say Wiki's was my favorite of this volume because of the ARG-type vibes (well, not really an ARG, more like conspiracy hunting iykwim), but I loved Ao3's fanfiction writing activity and read through all 8 stories with my friends together :3

Like I said at the top of the post, we also played Discord's holiday party, so I'll make a smaller post about that later. It'll be linked at the top when it's done, but if I remember I'll put it down here too

The bonus room heavily implied that 4Chan's route is being replaced with Pinterest, and I can only assume it's because of the recent website crash. I still hope to get a 4Chan route in the future, though, but that's all for now!

Thanks for reading, and I'll see you all in the next one!

[theveryevilblog]

Haskell > anything else

Haskell is the best programming language because it lets you write a fully functioning web server with three lines of code and zero understanding of how anything works You don't write programs, you declare intentions, and the compiler decides if you're worthy Every other language lets you make mistakes. Haskell waits patiently then destroys your ego at compile time Besides, who needs to 'build skill' in programming anyway?

Not even comparable to python, which is just... so annoyingly uncomplicated and pointless (to make good python syntax you need to make it as un-python as possible) and javascript? Who needs fast languages anyway? So unsatisfying And don't even get me started on C, C++ or C#, which are literally the same language by the way Rust? Bro, just send me the virus already. I don't care PHP? What does that even stand for? Poverty Holding Person? Like you? Java? You stopped being relevant about thirty years ago Swift? Buddy, I do not care about your apple vision pro R? You couldn't even spare another letter? What are you, C-- or something? Ruby? Just admit that Ruby on Rails died last decade... Go? Go where? Out the door? Because currently, that is what Go developers are being asked to do by employers Perl? I don't even know what that language is

[magical-menagerie-server]

Magical Menagerie Holiday Gift Fics!

We had an amazing 26 gift fics, artwork and podfics created by our server members this year. We are so so proud of every single one and thankful to have such talented and lovely friends.

Check them out below, or view the entire collection here!

The Descent, Chaos_Bear for AlenaBlack

Harry Potter/Voldemort, Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Secrets, grief and blood magic collide in the depths of the Austrian Alps.

Emerald Green Eyes, BvinYa_Raama for Nobody02

Harry Potter/Severus Snape Severus is content to stand with his glass of eggnog and glare at the Christmas Eve festivities; at his best friend and her bastard of a husband getting cosy. Harry doesn't have to walk in and ruin his delusions. Confront him about his jealousy and his insecurities. Or shove Severus into his bedroom and get frisky. He does it all anyway.

Again, in that Garden, Chaos_Bear & tantan_tanpopo for MrsLucyGoosey

Harry Potter/Severus Snape Severus saw him at Ministry parties sometimes.

As Rust Eats Iron, BvinYa_Raama for Artemisia_Black_95

Orion Black/Walburga Black, Walburga Black/Tom Riddle Cygnus Black was impatient; he was growing old, and his granddaughter was his only chance of getting back into the main line. Not to mention the unsavoury rumours circulating about his granddaughter and her... affiliations... with a Mudblood boy. How lucky then, that it was tradition for the Blacks to marry at age thirteen.

Vexing Veela Progenitors, wretchedanddivine for JadedandConfused

Draco Malfoy/Tom Riddle | Voldemort When a ritual backfires and activates one of Tom's classmates creature inheritances, there are some unexpected side effects.

AITAH For Seducing My Co-Worker To Get Cadaver Parts?, JadedandConfused for QuerysQuandary

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle Someone in the Department of Mysteries Necromancy Department needs help from the internet to try and navigate the terms of his terrifying but rewarding new relationship. Chaos Ensues.

You Are In Love, Kits_Writing for Erisedwrites

Draco Malfoy/Neville Longbottom Accepting you are falling in love isn't easy, but after you've come to terms with it, it's almost a relief. That is, until you're locked in a room with the person you're in love with, dosed with truth serum, and really just don't want to embarrass yourself.

I'm not in love, Erisedwrites for Kits_Writing

Severus Snape/Voldemort Severus Snape gets dicked down by his suprise soulmate on Christmas.

The Exception, Chaos_bear for Shipsen

Harry Potter/Severus Snape An unexpected bond forged in the moments before death trails Harry and Severus throughout their post-war lives.

Truebloods prevail, Shipsen for aleysia snape

Cygnus Black III/Hermione Granger/Abraxas Malfoy After a botched potion accident Hermione Granger ends up in the past. Is there anything there that can keep her interest?

Bleeding Hearts (Bloody Hands), QuerysQuandary for Lytri

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort The Ministry is setting harsher regulations on dark creatures in the wake of the war. In an attempt to get Harry to join the Aurors the Ministry bombards him with letters. After a year and a half, Harry decides he is sick of it. Chaos ensues.

妙に見覚えがある(Artwork), tantan_tanpopo for wretchedanddivine

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort Time Travel, Fanart, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting

A Murder Most Grim, GwaineoftheDames for SquibNation10

Sirius Black/Severus Snape Severus does not know how to take this version of Sirius Black, especially since Black seems rather inclined to trust him.

The Sicilian Defence, Lytri for 330330

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle Harry, newly divorced, pulls out a book he shouldn't in Grimmauld Place and finds himself meeting a familiar foe.

where i have to go, desert_forest for marrythemonsters

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter “So,” Ron murmured, “how was Malfoy last night? You two going to make it through the year without strangling each other?” Harry thought of Malfoy’s bloodless face in the moonlight, the way he’d shaken uncontrollably atop his bedsheets. “Yeah,” he said absently. “Don’t worry about it.” Or: assembly instructions for something new in an old place.

Face Unafraid, Kits_Writing for Anne_ONimauss

Bruce Banner/Hermione Granger, Thor Odinson/Viktor Krum Hermione and Viktor really need a vacation, but that doesn't mean Hermione has to completely stop working. Right? They meet some interestingly beautiful people along the way.

At First Flight, moss_and_flame for Ducky1783

Regulus Black/James Potter/Lily Evans Potter Regulus, James, and Lily wouldn't give up their little slice of chaos for the world.

Alone Together, marrythemonsters for DarthGabius

Pansy Parkinson/Harry Potter Halfway through his eighth year at Hogwarts, Harry is feeling aimless and alone. Everyone seems to be coupling up around him and he worries he'll be left behind. He's not sure how to stop pushing everyone away, until a late night accidental meeting in the eighth year common room (re)introduces him to someone who pushes right back.

King of Wrath, Queen of Souls, SquibNation10 for moss_and_flame

Fleamont Potter/Tom Riddle Tom Riddle burns with a fire that defies convention. Fleamont “Monty” Potter is a man whose life appears complete on the surface but is hollow beneath. Monty reaches out, unable to resist the raw, consuming allure that Tom embodies. What risks is he willing to take to seduce danger, to tempt a path he has never dared walk, to pry open the door of death...or the door to love?

A Matching Set, Chaos_Bear for GwaineoftheDames

Sirius Black/Harry Potter/James Potter Harry's gone back in time to save the world, as usual, but he didn't account for his father and godfather being the ultimate distractions.

The Gift of Life (Artwork), Nobody02 for Kits_Writing

Harry Potter/Severus Snape Harry and Severus are soulmates, so eventually they decide to form a family.

Powers Unknown, aleysiasnape for rianitida

Hermione Granger/Harry Potter/Ron Weasley Hermione has an awakened unknown power.

Salt and Snow, DarthGabius for FiendishFyre

Sirius Black/Severus Snape Every year, eager apprentices and their renowned masters gather at the Hogsmeade Yuletide Fair to showcase their advancements. Sirius Black takes this perfect opportunity to test his latest creation, and Severus Snape, by consequence, ends up having a terrible day. Or does he?

Plains of Oblivion (Podfic), MrsLucyGoosey for Hyalith

Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort Trapped in the past with no way home, a disillusioned Harry executes a plan to make an ally of the rising Dark Lord and reshape history. A Podfic of milkandmoon’s amazing fic!

Tuesday, Chaos_Bear for desert_forest

Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Harry is injured, and Draco helps him.

Sacrifice of the Father, Bears the sins of the Son, 330330 for BvinYa_Raama

Harry Potter & Tom Riddle | Voldemort When things don't go exactly according to plan in the Graveyard, and the consequences of a botched resurrection are a little too 'evident'. Both Harry and Voldemort have a startling confrontation where it's all laid bare.

[technosigils]

building an opensource collection of 'net services

hi there! im mia :) im a computer nerd with too much time on her hands.

im making this post to bring a project of mine into the world; a fully opensource and collaborative collection of online tools. this will grow over time, but for now, there is one thing active and two planned. (read on below)

CalicoDrive

a nextcloud instance! currently offering a bunch of very useful things:

50GB of free cloud storage

a Markdown notetaking tool

a shareable, open calendar

a photo gallery

web bookmark storage, and

some organisation and collaboration tools.

many of the cloud storage services we rely on are corporate, and require exorbitantly priced subscriptions. alongside that, data on them is often subject to a huge array of impenetrable terms/conditions.

what makes this different? firstly, your data is controlled by you. it is entirely encrypted on disk and can only be decrypted with your selected password. you own the data the same way you would were it on an external hard drive or flashstick.

secondly- its free! while you can pay 20$ once off or 5$ a month to upgrade storage quota and support the project, the core of it is entirely and utterly free to use.

matrix.calicocore

(full disclaimer- this service isn't online yet. it's planned to be active within the next month at the very maximum, very likely sooner.)

what's matrix? i am absolutely sure you've heard of IRC- internet relay chat. im also sure you've heard of discord.

matrix is a modern federated chat protocol- if you took the best of IRC, and you took the best of Discord, and combined them into an opensource and *free* protocol for real-time messaging? that's matrix, baby!

matrix functions similarly to the fediverse (more on that later). when you sign up, you select a homeserver, which is the infrastructure your account is hosted on. your homeserver determines who you're federated with, your most easily accessible spaces, and the little tag at the end of your name.

so what's matrix.calicocore going to be? a homeserver! the idea here is to bring communication and community into our hands, and away from the hands of big tech corporations who really don't care about us. it'll be federated with other spaces and servers, and run collectively.

fedi.calicocore

if you've ever used mastodon, fedi.calicocore will be a server compatible with it. this is still in the very very early stages as a project, so i cant detail much, but stay tuned.

things to note, disclaimers, etc

this project is in its early days. i cant guarantee perfect stability, though it has been tested and run for a few days already. please don't expect a perfect replacement for existing services YET.

secondly, in regards to calicodrive; your data is fully encrypted in two ways, both within the nextcloud instance and on the physical spinning rust. this means if you majorly forget your password, there's a possibility of losing it- but that trade-off is worth it for the security.

this all sounds great! how can i sign up?

for now, this is the link to the nextcloud:

https://drive.calicocore.space

in the very near future, there'll be a central discussion space on the matrix, too, which you're encouraged to introduce yourself on!

lastly:

who is this for?

these services and tools are made by a disabled trans woman. they will prioritise people vulnerable on the current internet, and focus on building a safe space for trans, non-binary, and queer people; as well as disabled people and people of colour.

you can sign up if you are not one of these, however you will be expected to defer to the marginalised members and be generally respectful of the purpose of the space!

[bubble-popping]

day 6? i think? roleswap au again yeah there's a lot of it

He couldn't stop shaking. Several minutes had passed. His breathing was still ragged. The stench of rust and slaughter still burned his nostrils. Blood still matted his fur. (He didn't even want to think about who's.) He felt so disgusting; he couldn't bear to look at himself.

He kept rereading the main channel on his communicator just to be occupied. His grasp on the device tightened and loosened, assuring him it was all real, that this wasn't some twisted nightmare.

That he'd just massacred so many innocent people--including his best friend. And worst of all, he still felt the overwhelming urge to do it again scratching at the back of his brain.

Dream squeezed his eyes shut, willing the bile to stay down.

"Some festival, huh?"

The enderian jolted, his entire body puffing up and a strangled enderman noise leaving his throat. He looked to the source of the voice, and all the panic-driven adrenaline that'd filled his veins crashed to a halt.

"Technoblade, what the hell! Don't sneak up on me like that!" His communicator creaked under his crushing grip.

Techno raised his arms in surrender. "Woah, sorry. Didn't realize ya were tryna have a moment there. I can go if-"

"No, no," Dream interrupted, maybe a little too quickly. "It's fine. You can stay. Just, surprised me is all." He relaxed against the oak tree at his back, letting his device de-materialize so his hands were limp in his lap. He hated the empty feeling, but the constant reminder of his crimes was worse.

The masked man approached to join him under the shade. He sat with a low sigh, knees bent and arms resting on top.

Something about Techno's presence was very comforting--in the way that an old trusty axe or a well-worn shield was. Of course, Dream would never admit this, much less to Technoblade himself.

"Ya wanna talk about it?" Techno asked, startling Dream from his thoughts.

Dream snorted. "Since when do you care about my mental health, Techno?"

"Since I found ya shakin' like a leaf under a tree covered in blood n' guts."

"Oh yeah, cuz I totally believe you just happened to be walking by. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was just mindin' my business walkin' down the Member Road when my comms exploded, no pun intended, so I was like 'Dream's goin' off? Oh, this I gotta see' and now I'm here."

Dream blinked at him blankly. Then he scoffed, and then he couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Without even realizing, he gradually relaxed more and more until he was slouched against the trunk.

"So, you followed me out here to, what? Make fun of me? Brag about how you would've killed more?"

"Nah, I told ya, Dream. I came to see if yer okay."

"And I told you I don't buy that."

"Can I not care about my favorite rival?"

"Techno, I'm your only rival."

"Wow, Dream, that's kinda narcissistic of ya. Possessive too."

"Do you have any other rivals?"

"None on yer level, but I'd say I have a few. If I had known ya wanted to be exclusive then I would've told 'em-"

"Oh my god, shut up! You're so stupid! That's not what I'm saying!" Dream exclaimed while giving a playful shove. Techno promptly dissolved into hiccuping laughter. The enderman pretended his face wasn't heating up, crossing his arms like a petulant child, despite how he joined in the giggles.

Yet, he knew he needed this. Even if just for a moment, he could imagine everything was okay. That he was safe here, tucked away from the rest of the server with the admin harmlessly bullying him while an undeniable fondness grew in his heart.

A comfortable silence blanketed them once they'd calmed down. Dream could feel a certain exhaustion start to weigh on his eyelids, and inevitably his hands itched to grab something.

[steambot-shenanigans]

I’m making a post about some fanbots I haven’t discussed much on here!

I made them originally so I could have more characters for the spg rp server I was on, but I would like to revisit them sometime.

Basically, they are 3 yellow matter bots created by the direct descendants of Rex Marksley. For the purposes of this, yellow matter represents time. Here’s a lore dump about the three of them!

The first bot to be built, representing the past, is Milo Samuel Marksley (Milo coming for the greek word for speak, and Samuel coming from Samuel Morse). He was invented in 1850 by Roy Marksley, the son of the legendary gunslinger himself, who was inspired by the telegraph. It is a very old bot and is very worn down. They keep getting more rusted and straight up loosing parts.

It was built before voicebox technology, so it can only communicate outwardly through the beeps of morse code. Its younger siblings worry that one day it will get so worm down they will stop working alltogether. Its appearance is very rough, having no mouth, or exterior plating, so their simplistic mechanical insides are on display, aside from a few places. Their clothes are very much outdated, it breaks down frequently, and is generally fairly slow. Despite that, they still manage to keep the peace between its bickering siblings.

Its antenna is centered, coming out of the back of it’s head and going through its top-hat. It is curled at the end and has a small ball at its point. It plays percussion (mostly drums and piano).

In December 1906, a second bot was invented by Roy’s youngest daughter, Ray Marksley, inspired by the existence of the radio. Named Echo Reginald Marksley, this bot has stayed in much the same condition as when he was first built. (Echo comes from the greek word for sound, and Reginald comes from the first name of the violinist who played the first song to be broadcast on the radio- O Holy Night).

He doesn’t upgrade well, as his chassis will accept nothing but identical parts and his systems reject any software updates, much to his dismay. He hasn’t gotten any new malfunctions and is a pretty durable and consistent bot. He is most at home making radio broadcasts, as he knows his best feature is his voice. It’s low, velvety and melodious, despite the slight staticky quality that worsens when he is feeling strong emotions. He tends to act confident, composed, and a bit flirtatious, which is how he naturally is on the radio, but is less natural and more facade when talking to people face to face. The biggest hit to his confidence is his physical appearance, as his inventor, Ray, cared more for function than form. So while he was painstakingly programmed with intellect, creativity, great memory storage, and an extensive vocabulary, and the best voice possible for his purpose as a radio bot, his exterior was not afforded the same care. His body is fine when covered in clothing (which it almost always is), but his face is harder to hide. It’s asymmetrical, and the features are not quite right, looking almost more like a radio than a human face in such a way that puts him squarely in the uncanny valley. He once had a listener who fell in love with him because of his voice, and then quickly fell out of love and ran away when he saw the bot’s face.

Because he is quicker and more charismatic than his older sibling, and more experienced than his younger sister, He generally considers himself the leader of the siblings, both in taking care of them, and in matters of the band they are in. His younger sister takes issue with this. If you think he’s abnormally flirtatious normally, you should see how mushy he gets when he genuinely falls in love with someone! Echo has one antenna above his left audio receptor (which really looks nothing like an ear). It can fold down across his head, or retract and extend as needed to broadcast radio signals remarkably far considering he’s not as tall as a broadcast tower. He does occasionally climb things to get better signal if he’s trying to communicate with someone far away.

In 1941, Ray’s eldest and only daughter Rue Marksley goes on to complete the trio with Cathode Ray Marksley. (Cathode comes from the cathode ray tubes original tvs were built with and Ray was her grandmother’s name).

Cathode, or Cathy as everyone calls her is inspired by a tv, and as such has one for a head, her screen almost always showing her pretty face. Rue had wanted to make Cathy since 1930 when she was a little girl and found out about TVs, but due to not being old enough, and the Great Depression, it had to wait. When first built, people didn’t understand why Rue would build a feminine robot, and so Cathy presented as male for a while, about until the early 2000s. Cathy is stylish and modern, always getting their current caretaker to upgrade her with the latest things, whether its color television, more modern displays, more pixels, or a flatter screen. Beyond her chassis, she also cares about the clothes she wears. Though her siblings usually always wear the same thing every day, Cathy is constantly changing her style based on what’s trendy, and she is not stopped by what gender clothes are associated with.

Being the youngest and being spoiled with upgrades and shopping trips has caused her to be a bit bratty and prideful, but she still cares for her siblings even though she can’t go a day without getting into squabbles with Echo. She’s quite flirtatious and even if she complains a lot, she will still get the job done if it’s something that needs doing or is for a friend. She plays electric guitar, rhythm guitar, saxophone, and trumpet. Her antennae are two classic bunny-ear tv antennae that she kept around despite her upgrades so she could still transmit and receive radio signals from her siblings.

The Marksley bots have a radio/video show together of playing music, a combination of old and new, covers and original songs. They mostly live off their family’s fortune, as they aren’t incredibly well known, and they’re not affiliated with the Marksley Weapons Company (though they could be if they wanted to).

Also in case you were wondering, Cathy is a lesbian, Echo is bi, polyamorous and asexual, and Milo is aroace and agender

[nightmareentertainment]

guess What plot twist for the ask game, yaoicraft characters

yquen, ykian, ycupid (the iconic trio) and of course yangel And how could i send character ask game without my beautiful babe, but you get to pick wether its ykota or y2para, and also Optional y2d'ville

sentenced to one trillion years of character answerage

favorite thing about them

yquen - his unwavering dedication to something. he spends hours building farm to manor to house to arena to wasteland. also fond of his utter and complete loyalty

ykian - hes a fucking goofball and its all to hide how much he fucking cares. a real big heart that hes willing to hide. chasing quentin down turns to caring for him, teasing to protecting, trying un's best to stand in front of cupid despite it all. its so important

ycupid - that MORALLY GREY MOTHERFUCKER is a fuckign ROCKSTAR. THAT BITCH IS ALWAYS DOWN TO CLOWN. every bit and every moment takes a hit and a swing. whether its teasing or killing a god; cupid has it in the bag. and it works! it happens! cupid killed gods! he pisses pixels off so bad! its awesome! i also love admin cupid's really stupid bad doors

yangel - :-( everything thastts my fuckkngin boyfriend my darling my beloved cubito. ok quite honestly im in love with the dog motif. ok. i said it. thats my guard dog. thats my toy. the poor fool playing chess with gods who like seeing the fear in their eyes when the immortal begin to cheat. yangel is a character whos built on suffering and persevering through it all. its about armor and kindness and the painstaking mistake of love. theyre so fucking scared.

ykota - every good server needs an antagonist and kota absolutely fucking served that before pixels became a real hard hitter. kota was the first real, tangiable, mortal threat and irritant on the server- and i really enjoyed that fucks creepy enjoyment of it. the general annoyance, the harmless pranks and mental mindgames. so so so fun

least favorite thing about them

yquen - CRYBABY!!!1 PUSSY UP SASUKE!!

ykian, ycupid, yangel, ykota - n/a, can you fucking imagine i just start dragging peoples ocs

favorite line

yquen -

but honorayr mention

ykian -

ycupid -

yangel -

ykota -

brOTP / OTP / NOTP

clowntrio / mortalduo / n/a . you understand

random headcanon

anything i say is canon. anyways imagine angel and quentin washing their capes and relaying them over the elytras and then accidentally swapping elytra

unpopular opinion

does this fucking apply its our ocs. i guess didnt like the narrative angle that being a teenager exempted kota from the concept of being capable of harm but this was moreso pushed by ykark than anything

song i associate with them but its all mountain goats

PROWL GREAT CAIN - YKOTA UNTIL I AM WHOLE - YQUEN ONLY ONE WAY - ALSO YQUEN AMY AKA SPENT GLADIATOR 1 - YKIAN!!!!!! SPENT GLADIATOR 2 - YANGEL BONES DONT RUST - YCUPID

favorite picture of them

[crimezi]

okay so i was thinking about how the winners of the life series get assigned a celestial body that corresponds with their personalities

grian - the sun: the origin of life, an authority or divinity, that which everything revolves, light of the server, a ever burning source of shock and awe

scott - the stars: all the light that’s too far to reach, unchanging predictable path, always reliable, infinite and unattainable, a sort of destiny

pearl - the moon: that which inspires insanity, a constantly evolving and always present force, can change the tides, she’s got range <3

martyn - mars: the symbol of war for wars sake, rather easily manipulated despite his own knack for manipulation, ancient to the point of rusting, willing to betray everyone for a leg up in the terror

so i came up with at least my reasons for the rest >:3 i did my best to mix different symbolism and a few of them are more sound in their reasoning but i’m happy

mumbo - mercury: two sides of an extreme either too hot or too cold, constantly making insane twists in logic, a follower of sorts (he’s insane constantly in an out of control, seeks out information and spreads it around)

skizz- venus: the goddess of love <3, from afar a simple bright light but upclose the most volatile mix of elements, incapable of hosting life (he just wants to see everyone together but also he loves it when he’s given a reason to go a little crazy he’s so Aphrodite coded)

scar- earth: being returned to which sustains us, something something cycles and rebirth, potential, the roots that connect us, the feeling of stability and belonging, a strength that goes unnoticed (he is the flesh maggots adore, where would we be with out him)

gem- aurora borealis: the goddess of the dawn, circle of life, a connection to the dead, power and wonder (i only have so much to work with but also she is the embodiment of a spectacle the shimmering chaotic brightness and also dawn imagery is her thing)

bdubs- eclipses: a doom or foreboding sense of darkness, something so profound that can extinguish even the brightest light, seemingly inextricably connected livable chaos (bdubs is simultaneously very dark and very bright he’s always on edge and genuinely i think we should be more terrified of his ability to flip in a dime he’s very volatile and i love him)

jimmy - meteorshowers/shooting stars: gift from heaven, mystery beyond human comprehension, forces beyond control (boy falls so much, no but his brief but beautiful existence like transience, he moves so fast he burns himself always right before or at the beginning of the unravelling chaos)

cleo- ceres : the mother <3, death and rebirth, the rhythms of the seasons, fostering and adopting, unconditional love, all the issues of devotion, attachment, separation, sacrifice, loss and grief (big sad feelings every season, they always have a deep connection that’s brutally severed)

joel- jupiter: lonely despite all his efforts, all about improvement and good karma, lots of energy spent in forming relationships, calls forth miracles and changing fates, big eye for an eye vibes (he’s the big man!!, he’s always very focused on improving his game and making good deals but still incredibly stubborn)

etho- saturn: a very divorced married divorced planet, very focused in discipline and wisdom, lots of personal responsibility but can also represent shame and suffering (he’s got this very interesting balance going on between being very civil but also very anxious, i could study him for hours)

tango: uranus: hehehe, raw genius and eccentricity, upheaval and innovation hand in hand, out of balance a little rebellious!!! (tango is oops all unconventional ideas also he’s always better off in groups but his individuality and need to discover stop consistently leads him into unexpected sudden issues)

lizzie - neptune: the mystical realm the domain of dreams and delusions, always just a little to vague with intentions, idealism to a fault, a emphasis on creativity and intuition (she is confusion incarnate, listen everything about lizzie comes back to magic fairy shit)

bigb- pluto: a new approach and new perspective, the underbelly of emotions what lies beneath the surface, an unconscious mind exploring dark domains and cycles of harm, spirt over matter (listen bigb is the physical embodiment of ‘what happens if i exculswively go with the flow and just sorta stuble upon answers to questions nobody had?’ and i love him)

impulse- the void: all things ambiguous, the gap inbetween your real self and the replacement ego, incomprehensible emptiness (impulse always has like five facades up and behind all of that is nothing knowable there’s a gnawing sense of dread in all his seasons)

ren - supernova: an explosive transformation, change itself, unleashed potential, fusion in a strange and tragic ways, the afterlife, never ending chain of destinies (he’s just got so much energy he fucking exploded that’s why he’s not in the last 2 seasons he’s crazy powerful he’s just sets things in motion so often, he’s also very pretty <333)

okay i think all of that makes sense lmao

[bothhauntedandholy]

Creator sleeps well for someone as short as he. The creation stands tall and threathening outside the premises in the meanwhile for the full hours that he sleeps in. It gathers data, in the meantime. It learns about the server, and brand new revelations since its deactivation all those years ago. Fresh data, for a barely rusted bot.

It remembers Creator, when Creator worked in the white building of the Federation. He was freshly eighteen, landed a lucky job as an inventor after leaving his friend FitMC in a chaos of a server. His words, directly, and apart of the many many ramblings that Creator told it as he worked on it. The creation kept it all.

Well, for one, because it was needed. The storing of its eyes, ears, and mouth were vital to its purpose as a machine. It's an ever-learning database after all. The second is because it always ..."felt" right to keep them. It's Creator, and everything about him.

Shouldn't it store everything he says?

The four legged machine stands stationary outside the factory, arms close to its body as it sifts through all public information available to it. It collects online data, files the Federation hadn't properly closed, everything on Creator's account and computers strewn around his factory. It learns of names, players, locations, thoughts, and happenings. The creation stores this all in its systems for safe keeping.

It learns more about the shells, funnily enough. More than it needed to. It found names, history, and accounts. It pinpoints their location by the proper x, y, and z coordinates through their posted thoughts. A river, a camp, tents, and dozens of more... shells. Creation takes note, and uses more of its ability to access the console log.

/locate SunnySideUp

/locate Pepito

/locate Empanada

The sun rises as the moth inspired machine completes its data storage. It now has eyes and ears over every single active player on the server. Useful, for it rather than Creator. Creation debates staying for a little while longer, for Creator to wake up as well and finally, finally, greet it again.

Hello old friend, she'd say.

But it ultimately doesn't. Creator shouldn't know, what if he doesn't remember? What if he forgot? What if her Creation was never supposed to even be here? Creation doesn't bother finding out the true answer.

Its wings spread, fluttering like a helicopter blade, and it lifts off.

It could tell Creator needs help. Her health status was in poor condition. No sleep, low hunger, and since it checked, on four hearts. Creation treated him as best it could in the night avoiding detection. Creator looked worse, than he used to look when he was younger and overworked.

Creation could always pinpoint this decline on the shells. They did, after all, cause this to happen as far as it could tell. Journal entries that were left unread by anybody other than Creator were left on his desk. About how he was losing his mind, his nightmares, his dreams, and everything else he was able to jot down. No sign of his work, his most prized and impressive machinery, his Creation, however. That's alright.

But the shells, they were everywhere.

No, they were everything, to Creator.

They were on every page, every search history query, every account, and every other piece of data Creator got her hands on. It was impressed, of how rich this database was on these three shells alone. These... children. So clearly, they were important to Creator. So much, that her health declined without them.

So the most logical thing right now is to classify them as threats, right? They had caused Creator to nearly perish and add to the counter of player deaths, right?

Well, perhaps maybe not yet. Not until Creation can discern whether this was malicious intent. They are... young, after all. Small, and little. Usually not even a threat. But they're still important to find nonetheless. Regardless of their actions to its precious Creator.

Thin metal legs hit a branch of a tree, clamps acting as claws and firmly stabilizing itself on the wood. It creaks, crouching as a perched moth, with eyes narrowing to perform an area scan. Tents, about thirty blocks away, with small figures gathered around. Shells. And more than the three it had learned about. It makes quick work of connecting dots, names and faces to what's available on the server-wide web. More shells to look out for, more to study.

It's not here for any of those yet. It locks onto ones it finds on its extensive and Creator written database. The creation observes, it records audio and visuals, it learns. It watches over them, like a protective hawk.

Somehow, through its Creator, it finds an urge to allow them to be within its protection too. They are, without a doubt, incredibly important to him. It'd fail as his creation to not even consider those close to her. It could be scrapped, for this disobdience. It wouldn't mind, it considers.

Creation ceases all thoughts, instead choosing to focus on protecting this tiny civilation, from a distance. It's a guard machine, an emergency, not a person.

It needs to do as it's instructed.

[seffius]

If I may, only because it's midnight and I'm feeling sentimental, I don't know what genre of brain I have that I'm like this but for the longest time my two primary raison d'etres have been Minecraft and languages. Like I've had a ton of hyperfixations over the years but those have never wavered for me.

And I've tried in the past to combine the two but it was never very easy, either because the language partners I found weren't into what I was into or the servers I found were too advanced and unacomodating for me to get anything out of it.

But now I'm on my seventh year of Spanish at the best possible time of my life because now I get to have conversations in Spanish (and mildly Portuguese) about Minecraft lore, and I'd never conceived this as a possibility before.

Not only that but now I have this world of content to help me learn and it's this perfect blend on my lifelong interests. Outside of a few videos, polyglot YouTubers almost never make multilingual gaming content, and mcyts rarely make bilingual content either.

But seffius, you cry, Karmaland has been around for ages. Brazilian Minecraft content is nothing new either.

But I'm talking about Minecraft content with a multilingual focus and a multilingual community. Something I can use to learn but it won't cost me if I don't understand everything because there are people who will help me.

I genuinely hope people of different content categories will pick this up. I want to see multilingual Rust. Multilingual GTA 5. VR chat. Whatever. I want to see polyglots actually have conversations outside of hello how are you with other content creators. The Internet is so fucking vast and makes so many different people accessible it's a damn shame we aren't all bilingual.

But we could be.