#Characters not ccs

[chillychive]

Having so much brain rot abt teacher Mumscarian so I’m gonna throw it at you lovely citizens of the inter webs:

- Grian is the part time art teacher who subs a lot at the school.

- Mumbo is the tech teacher who everyone is a little afraid of before they get to know him and realize he’s just a tall, intimidating goofball.

- Scar is an architect who is known for 2 things: Amazing architecture and his cat who he manages to mention in every single conversation regardless of topic. You could be talking to him about geothermal heating and he’d find a way to work in Jellie in something that made complete sense in the moment but was utterly bewildering upon reflection.

I accidentally wrote a fic, so here you go!:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Grian sighed, heading to the main office to check his mailbox after a long day. He passed his sister, Pearl’s desk, on the way and paused.

It was utterly wrecked, piles and piles of papers decorating it. She was so stressed out at dinner last night…

He sat down. She could owe him for this one. He sorted through the papers, finishing the easy ones and making neat piles of the rest.

It was nearly 9 now, he was going to be late for dinner, but he knew Mumbo was finishing up some work- a student had wrecked their project in the rain by accident so he was painstakingly assembling a replica for them so they didn’t fail the class- so he wouldn’t be home for a while, either.

Mumbo’s love for his students was a big part of what Grian loved about him- it was hardly the first time Mumbo had gone far, far out of his way to help one of them- once he actually drove all the way to a student’s house to talk them through a project that would make or break their grade after they called him crying.

Partially to distract himself and partially to annoy Mumbo, Grian pressed the button on the intercom. Everyone would be out of the building by now, so he wasn’t worried about annoying anyone.

“Main office to Mumbo Jumbo, how are you, dearest?”

It only took a couple seconds for Mumbo’s reply. “Grian?! How-“ Grian could hear Mumbo’s smile in his voice, “You almost made me drop the whole project! I’d have to start from scratch!”

Grian laughed. “Sorry…”

“No you’re not.”

“Nope!” Grian grinned into the mic, squinting at the page in front of him. “Did you go to the assembly today?”

“Yep… had to go to the first one and the third.”

“The presenter was so hot.”

Mumbo laughed. “Seriously, the man was way too attractive for his own good.”

“And his cat was the cutest.”

“No, the cutest was how much he loved her.”

Grian grinned. “Okay, you’ve got me there. And his eyes, too.”

“What about them? I wasn’t close enough to see.”

“They were like this really vibrant shade of green- I’ve literally never seen someone with that color eyes before- and it perfectly complemented his suit too- I wondered about the maroon until I saw his eyes…”

Grian slowed his ramble, and Mumbo clearly noticed but didn’t say anything.

“Anyway, yeah, he was so hot.”

Mumbo laughed. “I’m nearly done here, but I have a lot of clean up to do, so I’m gonna go for a bit.”

“Okay! I’m just tidying in the office, so I’ll be here when you’re done.”

“Love you, Gri.” Mumbo said over the intercom, and Grian grinned, turning it off with a quick “Love you too.”

—-

Grian had finished cleaning Pearl’s desk and had moved on to his own papers when he was interrupted by the door opening.

“Ready to head home, babe?” He asked, not looking up.

Someone cleared their throat. “Sorry, just wanted to let you know I’m leaving…”

Well that definitely wasn’t Mumbo. Grian looked up.

“Oh.” His face was definitely burning. “I- sorry, can I help you?”

The man in front of him- a taller guy in a wheelchair, wearing a maroon suit with a cat snuggled into his lap. Grian drew his eyes up to his face, which was currently doing it’s best to color match the suit, to meet those startling green eyes.

“I’m Scar.” The man offered, rolling toward the desk. “Do I need to sign anything or can I just go?”

Scar’s voice was smooth, but his red face betrayed how flustered he was.

“Nope!” Grian squeaked.

“Hear that, Jellie? Time to go.”

Grian watched Scar’s rapidly retreating chair, cursing his bravery for what he was about to do. “Wait! There is something I need you to sign.”

Scar’s head turned quickly. In moments, he was in front of the desk again. Grian shoved the paper he had just written at him.

Scar read it, eyebrows raised. “This is a… non-disclosure agreement?”

“So you don’t tell everyone about what you overheard.” Grian explained, blushing.

Scar’s face stretched into a classic salesman smile. “Oh, but what if I want to tell someone?” He rolled closer. “I can think of a few things I’d like to say.”

Grian, stupidly, raised his chin at this. “Oh yeah?”

“How about, ‘Are you single?’” Scar asked, equally confident.

Grian frowned, pretending to ponder the question. He leaned forward, face inches from Scar’s. “I suppose that wouldn’t be a breach of contract…”

“Perfect.” Scar breathed. Grian started to lean in. Scar sat back in his chair, teasingly. “And what about the other fine fellow on the line? Would it be imprudent to ask about him as well?”

“Oh, not at all!” Grian grinned, sitting back in his seat. “In fact, I could call him right now, see if he has any objections to our little contract.”

“I think that would be quite appropriate.”

Grian turned on the intercom. “Mumbo Jumbo to the main office?” He turned it off again, leaving no room for Mumbo to protest.

“And now, would it be a breach of contract to suggest, say, dinner?” Scar asked, eyes gleaming.

“Actually, Mumbo and I are going for dinner soon… any objections to Thai?”

“That sounds amay-zing!”

It was that moment that Mumbo walked into the main office, tugging a backpack on wheels behind him. Mumbo stopped in the doorway seeing Scar. Behind Scar’s back, he mouthed to Grian “He’s been here the whole time?!”

“Ready to go?” Grian replied, standing and gathering his things. “We have a date.”

“Sorry, what?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[melt-and-pour-system]

Hello there and welcome to another post of Escape The Night ships because we have 🌟mental problems🌟

Anyway, here are all our ETN ships ^^ (separate characters from actors)

S1:

ETN!Andrea x ETN!Eva

ETN!Justine x ETN!Eva

ETN!Sierra x ETN!Lele

ETN!Lele x ETN!Eva

ETN!Eva x ETN!Oli

S2:

ETN!Lauren x ETN!Alex

ETN!Lauren x ETN!Liza

ETN!Jesse x ETN!Destorm

ETN!Tana x ETN!Gabbie

ETN!Alex x ETN!Tyler

ETN!Tyler x ETN!Joey

ETN!Andrea x ETN!Vera

ETN!Andrea x ETN!Alison

S3:

ETN!JC x ETN!Roi

ETN!JC x ETN!Matpat

ETN!Roi x ETN!Matpat

ETN!Teala x ETN!Nikita

ETN!Teala x ETN!Safiya

ETN!Colleen x ETN!Calliope

ETN!Ro x ETN!Safiya

ETN!Manny x ETN!Matpat

ETN!Nikita x ETN!Safiya

[localsharkcryptid]

*At some point during the Eggpire*

Punz: Hey would it be considered gay if you let a guy repeatedly kill you and then bring you back to life and vise versa for the sake of science- and admittedly it was kinda hot-

The rest of the Eggpire: . . . Punz what the actual fuck.

[p1nkc4lyps0]

hi do you understand my idea

[ghost-core-wastaken]

a writing snippet? in this economy?

I never use tumblr and have half a braincell to figure out how it works but here's this little snippet of a grumbo fic my brain has begun to cook up, season seven mayoral race but its an au where it's not minecraft and they went to highschool together. lmk if you’re interested in more :eyes:

//

Mumbo gaped at the paper in his hands, blinking as if to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, or had maybe misread the words printed across the sheet. Sure enough, in bold red letters read: “MUMBO FOR MAYOR”. The poster completed with a matching border all around the pages edge and a drawing of what was unmistakably his moustache at the bottom. 

“Mumbo, Mumbo?” The phone at his ear sung, reminding him that he was still on call. He shook himself out of the shock the simple advert had given him, shifting the device to his other hand and shoving the slip of paper into his pocket.

“Are you still there?”

“Sorry, yes.”

“Did you see it? It has to have been him, honestly who else would it be?” Mumbo massaged the bridge of his nose, leaning on the wall from which he’d torn the advert for support. 

“Sorry Iskall, I’m gonna have to call you back.” Ignoring the protest on the other side of the cell he shut the flip-phone and turned to march a path he’d long since memorized. 

A bell jangled softly as he pushed open the door of the old building, scanning the cluttered interior for the person who was currently the cause of his brain much resembling this organization. His eyes met two green ones instead, his orange haired friend just raising her eyebrows and tilting her head slightly to the right with a knowing smirk. Mumbo thanked her and swiftly turned to search the direction she had given, passing several bookshelves before finding the man he was looking for. A dirty blonde mop of hair was bent over a box of books, its owner sorting through the contents and occasionally sitting up to set one on a shelf or shift his position on the ground. The dark haired man cleared his throat.

“Hi Mumbo! What brings you here?” As always, Grians expression was rosy and golden, blue eyes blinking innocently up at his moustached friend. Mumbo wasn’t fooled. He pulled the advert from his pocket, unfolding it to show his smaller friend he meant business. Rather unexpectedly, Grian just cocked his head and raised an eyebrow,

“Your dog's medicine prescription?” Slightly red faced, he shoved the paper back into his pants pocket and retrieved the correct one. Upon seeing the red letters, Grians face flooded with understanding, a twinkle of mischief his friend recognized residing in his eyes.

“Oh, that.” He turned back to the box of books, dismissing it despite Mumbos sputtering. 

“Grian!” He protested, taking a step forward, “Stop sorting things! Since when have you ever sorted anything anyway? Go back to being messy and tell me what this is! Is this a joke? It has to be a joke.” The smaller man ignored the jab at his organization skills, filing another book onto the shelf and waiting for Mumbo to pause his ramble long enough to turn and respond to him.

“Alright, I signed you up to run for mayor. But hear me out-” 

“Grian! This is serious! How did you even manage this?” He was half chuckling to himself, the absurdity of the situation fogging his vision. His best friend had entered him into a mayoral race without even consulting him! 

“No one else is running, this place really could use someone who cares enough to put the work in! Alright, I’ll admit at first it was a joke, but I’ve been looking into the requirements, and I really think we should do this!”

Mumbo was in shock. Him, mayor? But he could see in his old friend's soft smile that he was serious for once, glowing with excitement at the idea.

 “Look, if you don’t want to, I’ll go back down there and pull you out of the race. But consider it: I think you would honestly make a great leader. I would be your campaign manager, and even if we don’t win, it would get other people to start taking this mayor thing seriously.” 

He considered it. The more he considered it, the more he could see the potential in Grians proposal. He ran his fingers over his chin thoughtfully, the stubble scratching pleasantly against his skin.

“Well I suppose… If I’m already entered in the race… Might as well give it a try?” The way his smaller friend's expression brightened at that made his stomach do cartwheels. He blamed the charisma the man had always had, a way of making people always want to please him. “But as soon as it gets to be too much, I’m out, alright?” Grian nodded enthusiastically. He piled a few stray books back into the box and got to his feet, brushing off his jeans and hefting the box into his arms.

“How did you do it anyway? Shouldn’t the process be, well, harder than just putting up posters?” 

Grian shrugged, his usual oversized red sweater flopping over with the movement. Mumbo would never admit it aloud, but he had definitely missed his vexatious personality. It felt like it had been so long.

“It’s not that hard to forge your signature.”

[leefallengay]

oh how rude of me, to bring my thoughts in your bedrooms

TW: depictions of an autistic meltdown

TLDR: Karl has a meltdown, and his boyfriends are there to comfort him through it :)

(title from "song for a guilty sadist" by crywank)

Karl walked through the doorway to the homey apartment, heart pulsing in his chest, sight blurry, and hands shaking. He could hear the electricity, the tapping of keys, the hum of the aircon, the faint music from down the hall, and the quiet chatter from the TV. He felt like he could hear everything. It all felt like too much, but he needed to keep himself together, as having another meltdown would be embarrassing. He was supposed to be normal, or rather he needed to be. How else could he be there for his boyfriends? For Sapnap and Quackity who gave everything they could for him? Letting himself go would be selfish, and another burden on their shoulders. So he squared himself up, tossed his bag and shoes next to the doorway, and darted for the bathroom.

He kept the lights off, and took deep, long breaths to try and keep himself at bay. All he has to do is say hello to his husbands, and then lock himself back into the bathroom, he’ll be fine. He reached into the sink, turning on the faucet and splashing the cold water onto his face, hoping it would help. But unfortunately for him, it did the exact opposite. He felt the wetness seep into his pores, and it made his face feel heavy and soggy. 

Tears brimmed his eyes as his fists clenched and unclenched. It took everything in him to not scratch his skin off to get rid of the awful feeling. Instead, he grabbed a nearby towel, rubbing his face into the fabric. But even that felt offensive against his skin, and he let out a shallow sob.

He frantically wiped his eyes, breathing deeply, before darting out of the bathroom. I need to get this over with, he thought, sauntering over to one of the rooms down the hall from the restroom, quietly knocking on the door. 

“Come in!” one of the two replied.

Karl cracked the door open, peeking inside, before being bombarded by the sound of the music, loud and heavy in the air. He had to resist the urge to cover his ears and scream for it to stop. It all felt like too much, his ears were starting to hurt from the stimulation. He felt the tears well up again, the frog in his throat clawing at him to be released.

Karl opened his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. His throat felt clenched, and he reached a hand up to scratch at it.

At that motion, Quackity raised his eyebrows, sitting up, “Karl? Babe, what's wrong?”

Upon not receiving much response other than Karl’s piercing stare, he shoved Sapnap for help, not really understanding what was wrong with the brunette.

Sapnap gave him a what the fuck? Look, before Quackity pointed at Karl.

“Oh, oh, oh.” It didn’t even take him another second before he got up, slinking over to Karl with as much gentleness as he could muster. 

He reached out to grab him, but as soon as he made contact, Karl let out a loud sob, recoiling in onto himself. He grumbled under his shallow breaths, and his whole body was shaking.

Sapnap looked to Quackity, his eyes wide and fearful. They didn’t fully understand what was happening, and were unsure of what to do. 

“Karl, what can we do for you right now, hun? We can’t help if you don’t tell us.” Quackity whispered to him, laying a hand on his quivering shoulder.

Karl’s eyes were looking at the floor, and his hands were clenched so tight his knuckles had turned white. He reached them up, and made a grabbing motion. When the two didn’t respond, he took his hands, and squished them together. They looked at each other, then back at karl. “You want to be held?” Sapnap cautiously asked. Karl shook his head slightly, repeating the same motions. “So you don’t want to be held?” Karl shook his head harder, pointing at them, then at himself, and then doing repeating the movements again.

“Do you want to be squished?” Quackity asked. He had remembered Karl mentioning something about enjoying the feeling of someone putting immense amounts of pressure on him (or being squashed like a bug as he described it), and was hoping maybe that was the answer to this game of charades.

Karl shook his head up and down, tears finally spilling out of his tired eyes.

“Oh, baby, come here.” Q gently led them over to the bed, before positioning Karl into his arms, and signaling Sap to do the same.

After Karl had been safely sandwiched between them, he had reached his hands up to cover his ears.

Sapnap took the hint and shut off the blaring music, opting for the humming silence of the room.

Karl sobbed loudly, curling more in on himself. Q tightened his arms around him, squeezing him gently. At that action, Karl almost immediately calmed down, his body loosening and his cries quieting themselves (Q compared it to when you give a baby a pacifier, it was that instantaneous). 

Sap and Q looked at each other incredulously, before deciding to close in on Karl again.

His breathing evened out, and the boys took their opportunity to investigate.

“Karl, babe? Are you alright?” Q asked carefully, brushing a hand over his face.

Karl gently shook his head no, squeezing his eyes closed. Looking at everything was too much, the colors felt like lasers burning into him. 

“Can you talk, baby boy?” He shook his head lightly, he felt like if he had to hear his own voice, he would explode.

“Can you try?” Sap piped up, only to receive a smack from Quackity and a glare.

“I… I… loud, hurt.” Karl whimpered, his hands coming up to cover his ears once again.

Quackity gently removed one, and whispered “Hey, it’s alright. Are you overwhelmed right now? Is this a meltdown like the ones you were telling us about?” Karl frantically shook his head up and down at that, tears dripping out again. Sap made a small o-shape with his mouth, locking eyes with Quackity in mutual surprise. 

“That’s okay, sweetheart. We can stay like this as long as you need, okay?” Sapnap mumbled affectionately, curling around the whimpering brunette once again.

Quackity leaned down and gave Karl small kisses on his face, brushing his fingers through his hair gently.

After just a few minutes of this, the tall boy’s breathing had evened out, and his body was relaxed and still. No more fidgeting or scratching or shaking. He had finally calmed down, and unfurled himself from his ball, reaching out to hold his boys closer.

[desnayy]

I know Zedaph has interacted with King Ren and probably knows about the king thing, but it would be funnier if Zed just, didn't realize Ren is the actual king and thinks he's just pretending

[then1ghtangel]

Tntduo pride week day 1: moonlight

I attempted to half mix both prompts by giving them a midnight picnic thing :P

Edit: I flipped the canvas while working and forgot to flip it back so now Qs scar is in the wrong place ;n;

[empresslesbiace]

Can someone do fanart of dream where his mask breaks (during manhunt or after the prison break in the dream SMP or a myriad of other ways) and his mask is put back together Kintsugi style?

Like his mask has golden cracks in it Yknow? I think that’d be cool

[strangeharpy]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood/Rendog Characters: Martyn Littlewood | InTheLittleWood, Rendog (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Ren is a werewolf, Canon Compliant, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Can Be Read As Romantic, can be read as queerplatonic, Not RPF, Obligatory Characters Not Content Creators, mild body horror, werewolf transformation sucks Summary:

The first time Ren disappears, Martyn doesn't think much of it. They haven't been allied that long, they don't have any real enemies to speak of, and Ren is his own person. He can do whatever he wants, and it's none of Martyn's business.

When Ren disappears the next few times, it's still none of Martyn's business. Goodness knows he's got his own personal things going on that he doesn't particularly want to share, even with people who are ostensibly his friends. There's no reason Ren would be any different.

When Ren gives him the axe; when Ren orders him to take his head; when Ren becomes the Red King and Martyn becomes the Red King's Hand, though…

Now, it's become Martyn's business.

I’m too impatient to sit on this so here, have 7700 words of werewolf!Ren AU set nebulously in 3rd Life that I knocked out in the last two days. No betas, we die like harpies! Enjoy!

[ihavemadequestionablechoices]

The Sunken Ship: Chapter 1

Read the first part!

You can feel your heartbeat. Your damaged heart, knocking at your chest while your paralyzed body feels as if it's falling into a deep abyss, making you feel claustrophobic.

Your eyelids are heavy. Your limbs feel numb, although you wouldn't even know they still existed if it weren't for the aching muscles under the skin.

For a moment, you remain in this calming sleep. The rhythm of your heart is the only thing you can sense and honestly, the only thing you need. However, as soon as some unfamiliar smells enter your nostrils, your eyes shoot open, and you quickly feel your body tense at the unfamiliar surroundings.

You're not breathing like you should. Your body has changed. At first, you don't know what it is that feels so different, but once you realize you're not standing on solid ground, you panic even more. You're in water. You're swimming deep under the water, away from any air, yet you're not dying or drowning. Before waking up, you were lying in something that you can only describe as coral.

When you look down at your fingers, you see how they're less human and more... what animal is this supposed to be? Your feet have changed as well, and a tail is keeping you in balance. And when you look at your own reflection, you realize what changes your body has gone through.

You remember the day clearly. The storm that sent you down here. Unfortunately, though, there's no memory after passing out, so you can't find any explanation for the sudden metamorphosis your body must've been through somehow, going from a human to a mix of human and axolotl.

"You're awake," an unfamiliar voice speaks out as it enters the cave in which you were sleeping prior. The strange scent is the first part about him that catches your attention. He smells like blood. Blood and ink, mainly. This aroma is honestly quite easy to explain once your bad eyes have told you what he is meant to be. A man under water, with the body of a squid from the waist down. The majority of his skin, however, is covered with scales, unlike yours. "I couldn't tell whether you were sleeping or in a coma, to be honest. According to Theseus, you'd been asleep the entire time he brought you here."

"Theseus?" You ask, your voice shaking a little as you come to realize that you're not dreaming. And the squid-human comes closer.

"He saved your life, most likely. If it hadn't been for him, chances would've been quite big that you would've ended up shark food. Do you remember anything? Considering the wreck has been there for years, you must've been unconscious there for a pretty long time."

Wreck? Had this Theseus found you in a wreck? "I do. I remember everything." You must've passed out after hitting your head and been stuck in the bridge or something. Then a curious man probably found the ship wreck and thus, also found you.

"Can you tell me what happened? It's very rare to find axolotls. Let alone, find them in these waters." Should you tell him the truth?

Well, before you can do this, his words repeat inside your mind as you realize what he said. "Wait, what year is it? How long have I been stuck here?"

"Well, it turned the year 31 a few weeks ago," he responds and you freeze in your place, the familiar lump arising in your throat.

11 years. 11 years have passed.

You have to compliment yourself when it comes to aging, though. You would have never thought you'd be 27 already. No, you estimated yourself to be younger.

"What's your name?" He asks after not getting any other response from you and you kind of startle when he speaks. You stutter your name before asking him his, shivering when two other new unfamiliar scents catch your attention. "Technoblade."

And as if his name summoned an obnoxious teenager, a humanoid frog enters the cave with an unescapable energy, his eyes looking at you excitedly as he almost jumps through the water surrounding him.

The teenager has the long legs of the amphibian you can easily make him out to be, forcing him to wear shorts - although, to be fair, Technoblade doesn't even wear pants. Which makes sense in his case - next to which, he's wearing a white with red shirt that covers up his glandular skin. While Techno's upper body seems to be mostly human, despite the often scales to cover them, the boy's hands are mostly human as well, although he has sticky, webbed fingers.

"You're awake!" The boy then shouts, his voice being louder than you anticipated. He quickly swims towards you, giving you an unexpected hug, before letting go of you and investigating you without even trying to be subtle. "Who knew, right, Techno? Who knew there'd be another amphibian to join L'Mansea!?"

"Calm down a little, will you? Judging by their reactions, they have no idea what's going on here. And since they remember what happened, I don't think they've always been an axolotlperson. Axoperson? I don't know, is there a name for it?"

"It's still great! I always thought there was someone listening with me at the wreck!"

"That's just your paranoia."

"No, it's not! Awake or asleep, they listened with me nonetheless."

After you ask them confusedly about what the fuck the L'Mansea is, Tommy happily tells you about the ocean in which you were found. It's been 11 years. 11 long years you have been unconscious, in a wreck at the bottom of the sea, with sometimes the company of an unaware child. 11 long years, the last time you were alive involving humanity. Is this the afterlife? Or magic? Or perhaps just a fever dream? You don't know, but Tommy's explanation is a quite mind-wrecking one.

The L'Mansea is an ocean in which a kingdom is resided. A kingdom for merpeople, mostly, although it sometimes could happen that some lost winged human found their way crashing down. In any case, it are mostly fish that live here, Tommy being one of the only amphibians. However, there are some other reptiles to live there, so there is some kind of a flask that those who need it can drink air out of. Either that, or they'll have to go to the stops where air bubbles can be found.

Respectively, the L'Mansea is a place for many different people, led by the King, Philza, who Tommy tells proudly about. According to him, Phil is also a very close friend of Techno, also happening to be a great white shark. Despite this, Tommy proclaims the man to be very kind and fatherly to everyone.

While the frog keeps telling you more about himself and his life, the scent which first felt so distant, starts coming closer and burning in your nose. As if the fire that it lights makes your eyes produce tears, you squeeze them shut a little as you catch the shadow of another being near the entrance of the case. There's not a lot you can see of this shadow, other than its head and its long tail, with no fins attached. However, once Technoblade catches you watching there, he must've realized the presence of the other animal just outside as he approaches the opening quietly.

But the stranger seems to notice your realisation and instead announces his presence before Techno can do so, entering the cave with no friendliness whatsoever. His snake-like body moves over the ground carefully, his face covered by a smiley mask, and despite the lack of facial expression visible, his voice already tells you that he's not exactly there with good intentions.

"Techno, Tommy. I thought I told you to tell me when there was going to be a stranger in the L'Mansea. May I ask who this is?"

Next part:

[peearrdee]

I think that they had gay sex on that table

[melt-and-pour-system]

I'm just saying if Safiya and Matpat didn't want us to ship their ETN character with every single character of the same gender then why were their characters so queer coded, like, come on guyssssss

Anyway ETN!Safiya and ETN!Matt were literally dating every character of the same gender cause I said so (Minus side characters and Colleen and Joey cause they're gross)

Post made by Earth and Fiya

[localsharkcryptid]

Boredom fills me so uh take some brainrot on an idea I am currently working on making into a fic

In summary - A small mountain side tourist-trap town which I've yet to name has been more or less bought out by Quackity, an ex-politician with more than enough money thanks to his husband's 'death' who plans to turn this nice scenic mountainside land into the next entertainment capital of the world. With some main construction points already done such as The Needle and the bare-bones for the grand casino as well as a few others, Q already considers this a major success [even after his failures in being able to turn the land into a man made desert] though with continued construction more and more problems arise as they encroach on the forests. Equipment damages, several accidents and 'animal attacks' ever continuing though in reality there's nothing within this area that should be capable of this. Meanwhile the towns people have their own opinions on the situation, majority displeased with the abrupt renovations and others mostly fine since business is business but with constructions coming to a halt a fair amount of people blame these incidents on the cryptids which are said to live within the mountains. These claims are shoved off as nonsense by Quackity and his team, though the stories are apparently more fact than fiction... Seeing as an unexpected meeting due to a certain someone's inability to see glass causes Q to learn first hand that the tales of this town are more real than one would think.

More details cause wooo-

SBI take up the roles as the cryptids of this town, all with varying lore and legend around them.

Philza is refered to as the Crow-Father, due to several sightings only ever seeing him within the shadows of trees while the surrounding area is filled with a murder of crows, due to this it's generally custom that crows in the town are given right-of-way as well. Over all he has a reputation akin to Mothman, an omen of ill fortune, disaster and death- thus leaving things out wether it be food, shiny objects and things for the crows is said to bypass the Father's judgement.

Techno is so originally named named the Boar/Hog-Man, the 'most easy to provoke' of the quartet. Having several notable attacks that have left cars and buildings damaged, along with people as well having been reportedly mauled. Though these incidents have been written off as 'bear attacks' by most officials. According to most in the town there isn't much that can be done to get on the good side of this one, but in general they've noticed a distinct disappearance of potatoes when they're in season- but best to leave 'offerings' out in the woods and far away from people.

Wilbur has been given the title of The *town/mountain name* Harpy or The Eidolon [Im undecided on the name for him] sightings and incidents with his involvement have been far and few between though even with being the most pacifistic of the group there's been a few isolated incidents with human property being damaged by him or small animals being snatched. Though most sightings have an interesting tie in, being that his appearance was usually brought on by music of some fashion- so far basic in tune singing as well as guitars have been the two to mainly do it. Generally it's not advised to play instruments at night due to this.

Finally, Tommy, who has just simply been titled Verm [alternatively the Vermilion Vermin], having been the cause of numerous missing pets and items his acts are once again normally pinned on wild animals. Though despite this a few townsfolk make it customary to collect the blood of wild game [hunting is a big thing so yeah] and leave it out near wooded areas before and after hunting- as to bring good luck and to hopefully stave off the cryptid from raiding their campsites.

Phil is of course inspired by the mothman legends along with his usual bird vibes/angel of death schtick, Techno doesn't have any real world cryptid tie-ins I'm more so basing him on just a piglin and the blood god stuff, Wilbur takes phantom inspiration primarily with no real-world tie in aside from me partly basing his appearance on the Ropen and Jersey Devil and Tommy takes heavy inspiration from the Chupacabra, I figured both variants of it give the feral goblin energy which he holds so he's some funky combo. Also they are all humanoid to a degree- well except techno he is just a pigman- everyone else is human adjacent and fully sentient for reference.

Oh yeah also if you wanted to know - this'll be a very tnt duo centric fic and they will kiss at some point.

Also please for the love of god feel free to ask stuff about this idea, I have sooo much and I don't know if I can include it all in the fic

[p1nkc4lyps0]

las nevadas finale gets 100% more wholesome under the headcannon of 'quackity is Sam's son, Sam and foolish are dating, foolish is Quackitys very supportive step dad'

[lonewolfbois]

I may or may not kinda ship Ven and Wolf