#Relyn Records

[thatnamelessbutler]

[Hey! Riot here! Just wanted to pop in and say how much I appreciate you! You're an amazing person and we all love you! Also have some art I made for you! (did the mask by memory, sorry if it's not like yours)]

((ooc: [IS STRANGLED BY THE EMBODIMENT OF LOVE]

DUUUUUDE THANKS FOR THE COMPLIMENT AND THE ART <<<<<3 YOU ARE SUPER POGCHAMP AS WELL AND SO IS YOUR BLOG))

[thatnamelessbutler]

(16. “Why are you being so nice to me?” Butler to Hubert. Or maybe the reverse, like something happens and Hubert's shocked that Butler still wants to associate with xem, let alone be nice to him. I think about Butler and their haunting a lot I'm sorry-)

"Why are you being so nice to me!?"

Hubert paused for only a second, then kept dabbing the wound on Butler's arm.

He'd been conscious this time, and it was awful. Usually he blacked out by the end of a party and that was it- everyone would be gone and he'd assume he got too overwhelmed to process the latter half of it.

Not this time, no... he was very awake while the whispers guided his murderous hand. They sounded red, but what did red sound like? Either way, he knew what happened when guests disappeared now.

"Hubert... Hubert, answer me- I'm horrible, why are you-"

"Because we're all horrible," the Avian snapped back, wings fluffing out.

Butler fell silent and let him finish tending to the cut.

All... all horrible? They're all horrible? Does he mean that in general, or... or do they kill too-?

[thatnamelessbutler]

The ability to pull this off-

((ooc: Oh FUCK yeah, i bet I have the ability to pull that off and Butler DEFINITELY does))

[thatnamelessbutler]

(“I missed you… a lot.” also for Butler, please.)

It was seven nights before things started to set in. Seven nights exactly, John had counted. He wanted desperately to treat his little- well, big Moon like the brother he'd lost a long time ago. But Moon had changed, even if he took residence in John's guest room, it didn't mean he still wanted to be family. Hell, he spent more time with his thief than anyone else. He figured he'd wait a little. Then a little longer. He'd resolved himself to let Moon come first. Three of those seven nights, he'd woken up to unholy screaming from the guest room. But he stayed firmly in bed, believing Moon to wake up soon or have the thief comfort him, despite every instinct yelling otherwise. This was the fourth night the screaming had occurred. And yet it died quick. John twitched, hearing static fill the hall. It had been a long time, but he figured that this type of static wasn't the hostile type. He hadn't figured to hear it getting louder, or to hear soft clicking and creaking on the wood outside. The door opened and his eyes closed without even glancing. People came to check, and he faked sleep in an expert way- not even Sherman could tell the difference. The door creaked closed, but instead of retreating footsteps, he instead heard them coming closer. The tapping was much clearer, now that it was in the room with him. Memories came back of tiny taps, uneven at the time, and sizzling sounds as he comforted a tiny, scaled toddler. He could hear faint sizzling now, though he wasn't sure if that was real or another hallucination. The bed dipped and creaked under the person's weight. Whoever it was croaked, alarmed, and distinctly Ender. He really didn't want to believe it after all this time, not now when he was barely equipped to handle the thought of it. But a lanky body laid down behind him, carefully putting an arm around him and slipping their hands together. Both were rough, in different ways- one light with scrapes from splintered wood, and the other with dry layered scales and barely-healed callouses. "I'm sorry," a quiet static whispered to him. His ear twitched, and the person paused. "...I'm sorry," again. "I think we needed someone else tonight." John felt them nuzzle quietly into his neck, then pull back just enough. Their breath tickled his skin but he tried his hardest not to shift and startle them. "...i missed you. a lot. and i know Moon did, too. just... give him a bit to admit it." The voice started slipping into Ender, slurring with sleep. They pulled him a little closer, tail flicking around him almost protectively. Very carefully, John squeezed Rem's hand. It was so much bigger than his, just like when they were kids. Rem and Moon were three years younger - actually, he wasn't sure how old Rem was, considering they operated on Enderian years and not human - but they were so much bigger. John kind of missed the days when they were tiny, even when Rem was awake instead. He wanted to grieve the years they missed together. But he didn't have the time for the now. He just had to keep feigning sleep, and comforting his Enderian sibling. Their breathing got a little deeper, and the static faded, and he knew they were asleep again. So for a minute, he let his eyes open and take the conscious time while they were together again.

[thatnamelessbutler]

(midnight sun for Hubert please, it's pretty.)

((ooc: birb man))

[thatnamelessbutler]

(Pink Revolution palette for Butler, please.)

((ooc: I decided to paraphrase a Technoblade line lmao

Bonus doodle:

(no idk why the anon has horns, i just decided that this was someone who worked in the mansion and was a goat hybrid)))

[thatnamelessbutler]

("Don't look at me like that." for Billiam, please.)

"... Don't look at me like that."

"Huh- Oh, I-" Butler looked away, fiddling with their hands. "I'm- sorry, sir, I just... I don't remember who you are."

...Oh. That explains it. His Butler's memory was acting up again. Billiam sighed and waved him off.

"Just go read your books, they should have everything written down."

"B- But I- okay..."

God, he was pathetic. Honestly, any servant of Billiam's should be operating at top-tier performance. He once again considered just sending the butler out into the wilderness with what little he owned and leaving him to die, and yet again something inside him told him don't.

He listened, this time. But if Butler slipped up too much, he would be sending him out. The kid could barely best him when they sparred, and he was going easy on him- he wouldn't last a night outside.

Somehow, that thought wasn't as confident as he'd hoped it would be.

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("You almost died and you're making jokes?" for Hubert, please. Just seems like something that could maybe happen.)

"...Let me get this straight. You almost died, and you're making jokes?" Billiam smiled at Hubert from his place in bed, very much wrapped in bandages like a mummy and with a broken arm and fractured leg. "Hey, Butler was there to save me! Worse things have happened." "No they haven't! Honestly, they could've died too, did you never think about that?" "It's fine. Trust me!" "Full offense, but every day I spend with you makes me trust you less."

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Babeh.

((ooc: :::::0 babeh))

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((ooc:

oH MY GOD I VAGUELY CONNECTED TWO DOTS AND SUDDENLY NEW HEADCANONS HAVE POPPED INTO EXISTENCE

I'm listening to a silly song I keep thinking about with Subway Boss Emmet and then I saw a TFTSMP Tumblr post, remembered a request I got once on my Billiam n Ranbutler listfic, it included Bu and John John being siblings and Billiam and Sheriff Sherman Thompson trying to get along for their sakes, then I thought about Ingo and Emmet and how they're basically opposites, thought specifically about the smile/frown thing, attached it to Bu and John, and wHOOPS NOW JOHN IS ALWAYS SMILING AND BUTLER IS NEVER SMILING))

[thatnamelessbutler]

Hey this is very important and out of character. On the ninth I will be getting surgery so if you get weird messages from me please don't block/get mad at me because I'll be under medicine

((ooc: Oh yeah don't worry, anesthetics and meds are a Weird thing to be under while still awake))

[thatnamelessbutler]

(2. “I’m dying.” “You’re not dying.” for Billiam and Hubert, please. I feel it's a good prompt for them, that's all.)

"Hubert. Hubert, I'm dying." "You are not dying." "I am. I'm perishing. I'm going to die here on the floor and you've done nothing." "It's not that late." "It IS that late I am STARVING- You want me to die. You want me to pass away and inherit the mansion for yourself. My room and all my clothes go to Butler-" "You can wait ten minutes longer for dinner." "I'LL DIE BEFORE IT'S DONE." Hubert kicked Billiam in the shin. "Stop being dramatic." "AH YOU'RE ASSAULTING ME- BUTLERRR! HUBERT'S TRYING TO KILL ME!!" "WHAT!?" "He's lying! He's just being dramatic because dinner is ten minutes late!" "Tell him to stop scaring me, then!" "Butler says stop giving him heart attacks. He's going to die at this point." "Oh, he did not say that." "He did. I heard him." "I heard him too- He did not!!" "You weren't reading between the lines." "BUTLER!! YOU ARE FORBIDDEN FROM DYING!!" "Okay!!??"

[thatnamelessbutler]

If Butler were to ever encounter eggs(spawn eggs, bird eggs, turtle eggs, Enderian eggs especially, any kind of egg really) They would just immediately adopt it. Regardless of age or status. Just sees an unattended egg and goes "This is mine now." He'd bring the damn things home even. Mans has the parent instinct and No One can stop it

[thatnamelessbutler]

(“here, take my hand.” for Billiam and Butler, please.)

The people were shouting.

They were so loud. He didn't like it, he hated it, hated it, hated it so much.

Without realizing what he was doing, he grabbed Billiam's dress shirt and huddled behind him. It was easy, at this point- it hardly reached up to his shoulders.

Billiam grunted under his breath and twisted to look at it. It didn't look back at him, preferring to keep its eyes on the angry people in case they decided to hurt it.

Billiam sighed. At times like these, he hated his Piglin instincts, telling him to provide comfort to the little one lesser than him. In front of guests, no less. He tried to nudge the child away with the back of his hand, and instead failed, because he clung tighter to him rather than letting go. Billiam sighed again, stepped a bit away from the circle of suspicious guests. While occupied with their arguing, no one would notice a little movement of his as long as he kept the right expression on his face.

Quietly, he nudged the child again, opening his hand in an offer. When he didn't get it, Billiam once again looked down at him.

"Here. Take my hand." The butler hesitated for a moment, as he should, Billiam thought, but slowly reached up and curled his little claws around his much bigger palm. He sighed out, finding himself much more relaxed now that his Piglin side knew he was able to protect him.

[thatnamelessbutler]

(Expression 3S and Palette 1L for Billiam, please.)

((ooc: He is in a Murderous Rage <<<<<3))

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(OoC: Expression 2T and Palatte 4O for John John, please.)

((ooc: I feel like Hubert looks more like Kris Dreemurr lmao

Anyway, yall really like seeing the consequences of his anger lol))