#Their violent tendencies are all unintentional!

[libertys-lovers]

Oh… oh boy.

I guess Libs found a Mimikyu on her routine stroll. The lil’ guy had its neck broken, or at least its costume’s neck was all busted. The weather was apparently real bad out there too; super windy. She didn’t wanna leave the thing out there all by itself, especially since the wind kept almost blowing its costume everywhere.

…So now we have a Mimikyu in the house. Oh Liberty… she’s always had a soft spot for the ignored ghost types. She’s also been talking about how she’s considering collecting fairy types lately, so this thing’s a perfect steal for her, really. I… I can’t help but be happy for her. We’re not sure if we’re keeping it yet, but Liberty and a few of the others already got really attached to it. Karamatsu keeps trying to make it wear his sunglasses, and Licorice is already talking about making it new costumes. I think even the Banette’s already adopted it as her… I don’t know. Kid? Little sibling?

Ugh, look, the whole situation is…. very cute; I’ll admit that. I’m just also hoping that we don’t all die-

🪨Grunt Henry🪨

[mothwingwritings]

C and F for my boy Pickle

Eyyy sorry for the delay! (Yes I am still working on these!!!) Here is some Pickle goodness for you my dear.~<3

WARNINGS: Sex and violence and one love sick feral man.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Pickle would honestly treat you as nicely as he is able too. His living environment has its limitations, but he does everything he can to make it comfortable and inviting for you, adamant about making it a home that is fitting of his mate.

Once you are safely stashed away in his secret abode he sets to work constructing you a nest of things so that you may find pinnacle contentment in your new home. He’s gathered an amalgamation of the softest blankets, clothes, linen, etc. that has been given to him or that he has scavenged, so that you may rest in peace and luxury while in his presence. He also brings you the best cuts of meat after his hunts, though he caught on quickly that you were apt to turn your nose at his bloody, raw offering (he couldn’t quite understand why, he was sure you would love it if you just gave it a chance). Once he picks up on your distaste, he instead begins to hoard ingredients and snacks he steals picks up out in the world, supplying you all manner of foodstuff till he pins down the ones you like.

While Pickle prefers you in your natural state, he understands your body needs protection from the elements. He doesn’t quite get modern fashion, but you seem sad wearing the same thing over and over again. While he’s out he procures a hodge-podge of varying clothing, presenting it to you by dumping it at your feet, a huge dopey grin on his face. He loves seeing you in the clothing he gifts you, you look so beautiful in each and every piece that he can’t help but stare, holding back the urge to rip it right back off and have his way with you.

Pickle won’t mock you and wouldn’t dream of disrespecting you in anyway. Any harm he causes you is either completely unintentional or for your own good. He loses control of himself sometimes, forgetting his own strength. You are just so small and he loves you so much, it’s hard to hold himself back. He hates using his strength against you to prove a point, but if you remain insistent on trying to escape him he will do what he must to protect you. You are HIS mate and HE’S the only one who can take care of you. All that’s waiting for you in this strange new world is danger, so if you won’t stay by his side willingly, he will force you there.

All that said, while you may be relatively safe from Pickle’s more violent tendencies, anyone else most certainly is NOT. If another person approaches you, threatens you, or tries to take you away from him they will be obliterated, decimated, ripped to shreds, torn apart until nothing is left. He’ll bask in the gruesome slaughter, their end another validation that he is the best one for you, the one who loves and can protect you above all others. Doesn’t matter if that person is a stranger or your own mother-he is all you need, anyone else butting in is an unnecessary threat.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would find it incredibly charming if you tried to fight him. Pickle doesn’t see it as an act of aggression at all, but views it as you trying to mimic him as a sign of reverence. You think he is so impressive and strong that you strive to be like him, going so far as to challenge him to a fight. It’s adorable, and he can’t help but break out into a huge toothy grin when he sees you assume a fighting stance.

And it excites him- seeing you tense up, clenching your fists and bending your knees, preparing to strike at a moment’s notice. Seconds before the fray, you stare him down with such intensity, sizing him up and calculating what moves you should make against him, gears turning in your head as you focus wholly on him. The fixation on him sends a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He is the only one you are thinking of in that moment, and in turn you are all that is occupying his thoughts.

Your strikes never hurt him and he can tell how much that frustrates you. He’ll play along sometimes to make you happy, yowling like a mother lioness that is being batted by her cub. He’ll cringe at your punch, shy away from your kick. If he’s convincing enough, you sometimes award him with a small smile, a brief look of accomplishment. It warms his heart, knowing you are having as good of a time as he is.

He also relishes the closeness the two of you share when you initiate these little fights. Usually you try and hide away from him, distancing yourself as much as possible whenever he is in the vicinity. At first he thought it was another game you were trying to play with him, something coy, cute, and seductive to grab his attention. But when the chase became a regular thing he was disappointed, why did you put up such a fuss each time your mate tried to approach you? You didn’t even give him a prize when he finally caught you, just flailing and screaming and spitting. It hurt his feelings- this was supposed to be fun.

But the little brawls you had were fun, and they gave him a chance to have you near him without any to-do. He could feel your skin on his, smell your sweat as your body writhed and wriggled against his. Feeling your small hands grab at his hulking form, listening to your strained moans and heavy breathing as you threw your all into attacking him… Witnessing you in such a state, holding you close as your body rubbed his in just the right way, it doesn’t take long for him to completely lose control.

Before you can recognize what is going on, your body is sheathing his cock, previous grunts of exertion quickly turning into wails of pleasure.

He doesn’t understand why you cry so much afterwards, though. Were you not having as much fun as he was? You initiated the fight, why are you so upset at the outcome? It was a good tussle, and judging by the noises you were making, he was able to make you feel good. Even if you struggled a bit when he was trying to enter you, you always end up yielding to him. The fit is tight, and there have been several times he was afraid he would outright break you when he pushed deeper, pressing into your core.  But the pleasure that courses through him as he bottoms out is indescribable. He loses himself in the feel of you surrounding him, completely consumed by the euphoria your body has supplied him.

You are his perfect mate, his brave little warrior, and his love for you is endless. So don’t cry, OK? Maybe next time he’ll let you really ‘win.’ :)

[phantasmiafxndom]

Hello! I really love your writing! Since the kny requests are open, can I request Kny Pet AU hcs for Hantengu's clones (the main 4) ? It's up to you if you want to add nsfw stuff, i don't mind🌸

I've been issued a challenge, I see. XD I really didn't care about these guys until I started really thinking about their characters, but now I'm getting kind of invested...

(Shout-out to @krystalwithakay, who helped with this one~)

. . .

General/Group

• In this setting, the four of them are more like brothers than clones; at the very least, the "original" isn't around anymore. They were too much for their original owner to handle, so they wound up locked away in an overcrowded cage and left to fight over whatever minimal scraps of food and care they received. This did not do their mental states any good— before long, they devolved into constant squabbling and competition, to the point where restraints quickly become necessary to prevent further harm.

• By now, all four of them are half-feral and extremely difficult to handle. Nearly impossible to get close to, they're dangerously aggressive with humans, other demons, and each other; and being kept constantly starved, restrained, and agitated has done absolutely nothing to help that. The concept of a better life is always out of reach, leaving all of them hopeless and miserable.

Sekido

• He's been used in fights before (as one attempt at finding some use for him), and the results are messy. Without enough food and rest to heal properly, Sekido's body is covered in scars and old, poorly healed injuries. The extensive damage results in near-constant pain— and always feeling hurt and threatened only makes him more aggressive. He lashes out like a cornered animal, responding violently to everything because he can only anticipate more pain. A lot of his outward anger is a defensive mechanism.

• All of that rage usually hurts him more than anyone else. Sekido is so tense that it becomes an extra strain on his body; he struggles until he's worn down what little spare energy he had, to begin with, and his unfortunate habit of fighting restraints until he messes up his body too badly to keep going is responsible for a fair amount of his scars. And yet, there's no making himself stop. He's reactive to the point of being unable to control it anymore.

Karaku

• He's been used for sex before, with a very specific condition to keep him from mauling anyone who tries. Karaku has an odd, unintentional reaction to any kind of physical pleasure— his brain all but shuts off completely, leaving him pliant and non-aggressive until the response wears off. Thus, if he's drugged or handled just enough to make him shut down, he's plenty easy to use. The brief respite from misery, even if it means being put through such unpleasant handling, is too much of a temptation for him to care.

• It's easy for him to grow addicted to anything that makes him feel good, even if the aftermath is worse. Karaku has some highly escapist tendencies, where if he gets any chance to stop thinking and feel something other than pain, he gets desperate for it. He knows by now that most humans won't ever offer that sort of thing, though, and is every bit as aggressive and volatile as the other three until some possibility of pleasure arises.

Aizetsu

• In a constant state of misery, he's reached a point of barely being able to do more than lie around and wait for someone to finally decide he's better off dead. By now, Aizetsu doesn't have any hope left for himself (or any of the rest of them), and his naturally pessimistic nature doesn't help that. Crying himself sick only adds to how awful he feels— and he's most often too caught up in his negativity to respond to much of anything. He's the only one who (mostly) stays out of the four's constant fights.

• Aizetsu is prone to semi-accidental self-harm; tearing gashes in his skin from clawing at himself in distress, biting and chewing his fingers until they bleed, and making himself physically ill from sheer stress. However, he's also unconsciously drawn to self-comforting behaviors in any form that he can get. He lacks enough appetite or will to live to make himself fight for whatever scraps they're all given, so his body is weak and wasted away.

Urogi

• He's way too high-strung for his own good, and far too easily overexcited. Urogi is the one who keeps getting his hopes up over every little sign that anything good might happen... and suffering all the more for it when those hopes are inevitably crushed. He's always agitated and fidgety, and tends to pull at his restraints well past the point of blood just because he can't stay still. Thanks to his utter lack of volume control, he's often kept in a sound-triggered shock collar just so he'll be less of an annoyance.

• Urogi's wings were once cut off as a way of trying to make him easier to contain. They grew back soon enough, but his poor living conditions meant that the regrowth didn't happen how it should. He's incapable of flight in his current state, with near-constant pain from the poorly healed limbs. They only become more unbearably uncomfortable when the feathers molt, which is a process awful enough to put even him in a miserable mood.

[couldtransitionsaveher]

JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA from JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

JUSTIFICATION:

"i think she marks the transition from jjba's traditionally masculine protagonists (who's masculinity is emphasized) to its more androgynous characterization and aesthetic appeal protagonists. she showcases the transition from 80s bancho/yankii-esque herculean/masculine art at the start to araki's more defining androgynous/unisex art as the part went on, where he emphasized beauty and style inspired by fashion models.

part 4 also has an unintentional habit of emphasizing male figures' destructive tendencies, with multiple older male figures—especially the main villain of the part—indulging in the negative aspects of masculinity in brutal, often sadistic ways and male figures closer to josuke's age either being taken advantage of by older male figures or resorting to violent masculinity themselves. josuke, on the other hand, opposes these ideals by generally being kind, emotional; only resorting to violence at the insulting of her hair, which we learn is because of when she was saved by an unknown male delinquent who, despite what he appeared to be (and by all accounts, should've been), showed her and her mother kindness by saving her. (in contrast to many male characters in the part)

i think her being a girl would make the part a lot more interesting on a grander scale, considering the focus on masculinity being a sort of "perpetrator" image, and how'd she fight against that by being the exact opposite. whereas stands and powers up to this point focused on destroying, her stand focuses on restoring. instead of using her stand to hurt, her stand manifested as a response to her empathy and wish to heal.

and my final case: the main villain of part 4, who's first victim was a 16-year-old (school)girl out of his impulse, ultimately being defeated by a 16-year-old schoolgirl /due/ to his impulsivity (in revealing himself) after so many years of targeting and terrorizing countless and helpless women is not only poetic, but a facetious and satisfying sentiment of justice prevalent in jjba." - Anonymous

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[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡  𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒔 9948e — the devil in angel's robes◞ ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ “  keep looking at me like that and I'll have to kiss you breathless. hmm? oh, nothing mi amanecer — you look pretty today, ” ꒱

. ˚◞꒰verse꒱ (ex) 9948e

. ˚◞꒰face claim refs꒱  ( x ) ( x ) ( x ) ( x )

. ˚◞꒰species꒱ high angel

. ˚◞꒰ethnicity꒱ mexican-indian ( awadhi-tamil )

. ˚◞꒰age꒱ 24

. ˚◞꒰gender꒱ genderfluid

. ˚◞꒰mbti꒱ i/enfp

. ˚◞꒰aliases꒱ ángel ligero, angel of light, the auric guardian, the scarlet sabre, the gods’ lapdog ( mocking, demons ), devil in angel’s robes ( the massacre, takeya ), messenger pigeon/little pigeon ( derogatory, from other admirals )

. ˚◞꒰appearance꒱

𖹭. medium-length, layered and slightly curly brown hair that extends just past his shoulders

𖹭. amber eyes with maroon undertones. wears winged eyeliner on his upperlids

𖹭. bronze skin, has gold speckles all over his shoulders and arms. androgynous and delicate. ethereal, yet with some sharper features here and there. beauty spots all over the left side of his face

𖹭. 6’2” ( 187 cm ) in height with a slender figure comprised of some lean muscles

𖹭. two, grand pearly white wings with spotted gold specks

𖹭. mini wings behind his ears

𖹭. often wears long, flowy gold or red robes. is not afraid to show a lot of his skin at times

𖹭. often has red painted lips and in general red undertoned makeup

𖹭. sometimes wears golden belly chains

𖹭. sometimes wears a gold-chained veil with little white jewels on the lower half of his face

𖹭. a gold nose ring that connects to a piercing on his ear by a thin gold chain

𖹭. golden triple lobe and helix piercings on both ears

𖹭. a single gold vertical ring piercing on his bottom lip

𖹭. lots of gold jewellery such a gold bangles that link together with chains, gold chains and a gold hairpin that holds his hair up at times

𖹭. navel piercing and lorum piercing that turns into a clitoral piercing when he is in female form

. ˚◞꒰personality꒱

𖹭. serene, elegant and above all has a rather calm exterior. always seems rather free-spirited

𖹭. kind-hearted and a compassionate being who seems sweet in nature. a being of wisdom despite his youthful countenance

𖹭. graceful, composed and has a certain effortlessness in everything that he does. a particular cool confidence even in that sweet smile of his

𖹭. has a certain charm to him and a charisma that has many head turning

𖹭.particularly dutiful and takes his responsibilities with pride

𖹭. do not be fooled, because behind that kind façade he can be especially deceptive. with a silver tongue and wit that one wouldn’t expect from such a kind looking face

𖹭. lets people believe that he is harmless and mistake his kindness for weakness. beings of corruption quake in his presence; for they know that behind those eyes of an angel lies a devil

𖹭. has a curiosity that he doesn’t always show and a certain yearning for the unknown

𖹭. behind that angelic smile and justice-seeking front, lies quite the cunning angel with a darker side he tries to hide. with twisted desires he is often ashamed of

𖹭. can have violent tendencies which he makes sure to take out on his opponents. yet retains his elegance all the same. even with his sword bloodied and kind eyes crazed

. ˚◞꒰with a lover꒱

𖹭. a very touch-starved, so expect to always have his hands on you. be it holding your hand, hugging you from behind, draping a wing over you

𖹭. scoops you up during random times of the day and is extremely physically affectionate

𖹭. numerous kisses along with cuddles through the day and affirmations of his love for you through acts of service as well

𖹭. enjoys helping you put in whatever way that he possibly can. while he is a very busy person he likes taking care of you. helping you out in the morning or even cooking for you whenever he gets the chance

𖹭. will fluster you at any point that he can. especially with his seemingly unintentional flirting. also lots of shameless touches. will cup your face and kiss you breathless until you’re whining for him

𖹭. dances you around the balcony of his citadel or stargazes with you whenever he has the chance

𖹭. always sure to bring you something back from the vast worlds and realms he travels to, as he is ever the type to spoil you

𖹭. can be quite possessive as a result of being alone for so long. should he feel as though someone is getting a bit too close for comfort, he has a habit of snatching your waist from behind and pressing kisses to your neck all while keeping eye contact with the perpetrator — or perhaps getting you to wear some of his signature jewellery

. ˚◞꒰strengths꒱

𖹭. wings: has a pair of wings that enable him to fly and can use them in combat

𖹭. elemental light: allows him to cast projections of light and manipulate it on a physical standpoint

𖹭. light magic: able to cast certain spells and incantations in regards to light magic

𖹭. swordsmanship: an excellent swordsman that has even some of the gods’ heads turning

𖹭. combativity: highly skilled in the ways of combat, both on a ground level and aerial

𖹭. shape-shifting: the ability to shift his appearance in whatever way he may wish

𖹭. pájaro luminoso: able to channel his powers into a burst of energy and turn into a large, elegant bird made of pure elemental light and fire

. ˚◞꒰weaknesses꒱

𖹭. dark magic: as he is a being of light, he is extremely susceptible to such things as dark and black magic. it weakens his abilities depending on the severity of it

𖹭. corrupt beings: similar to the dark magic point, corrupt beings tend to put his soul at unease. should these corrupt beings be of higher power to him, they can affect him in very negative ways and weaken his abilities

. ˚◞꒰relationships꒱

𖹭. zhào jìngyí: ward, boyfriend ( future )

𖹭. alessio agresta arias: ward, boyfriend ( future )

𖹭. copper resentment ( zhào talisen 164 ): close friend

𖹭. emerald mania ( alessio agresta 164 ): close friend

𖹭. talisen zhào: close friend ( earth 781)

𖹭. nadir gods: parents ( raised him )

𖹭. some zenith gods: parents ( raised him )

. ˚◞꒰story꒱

a glitch.

the favourite of the gods; raised by the hands of the divine — that is what makes our beloved angel, rishen, stand out. a high angel who carries out his duties with a smile of serenity. be he aiding the gods personally or sent out on missions across the multiverse.

an exceptional swordsman who only continues to grow in skill. a being of duty who works his way through admiral ranks, despite great critique. all while balancing his duties as a guardian angel to his would-be fated others.

an angel who yearns not only for love but for the truth of the underworld around him. secrets and mysteries he continues to uncover. a feeling in his chest that feels all to tight. buried by his incessant urge to protect and carry out his responsibilities.

yet beneath all those glimmers and smiles of kindness dwells a creature even he himself does not recognise. a swell of darkness that gnaws at his soul. bleeding out into his sharp smiles and eyes stares. a true devil in angel’s robes.

. ˚◞꒰extra꒱

𖹭. while he is not able to directly interact with the material plane, he can do so by taking on the form of certain animals — usually takes the form of a snow tit

𖹭. he is genderfluid and plays into this by swapping through different genders’ anatomy. his natural androgyny helps a lot with this

𖹭. he is omnilingual yet prefers the language of his cultures: spanish ( latin american ), hindi and tamil

𖹭. due to his pure nature and closeness to the gods, he is often sought out by evil beings who seek to turn him

𖹭. this however does not mean that rishen does not have his own dark thoughts, he has plenty yet tries to keep them to himself

[dailyanarchistposts]

(Mis)trust and (ir)responsibility under Empire

Working through trust and responsibility is difficult because both of these words have been so thoroughly colonized by Empire. An important place to begin, we think, is with the ways that Empire sows mistrust and destroys our capacity for collective responsibility by making us dependent on its destructive, depleting, violent ways of life.

Many people’s impulse is to mistrust others from the start, and it makes sense, given that many of us have been living Hobbes’s dream, made real, for centuries. Most everyone we know has been touched by some kind of oppression and abuse, and Empire’s oppressive divisions often lead people to betray even their most intimate relations. For instance, feminists have coined the term “gaslighting” to get at a common patriarchal dynamic that undermines the perceptions of women and femmes by second-guessing, explaining away, and denying their experiences and insights. Gaslighting can be subtle and unintentional, but as feminist writer Nora Samaran explains, it is particularly insidious because it undermines people’s trust in their own capacities:

If you think of the power, the strength, the capacity to effect change that women who trust themselves are capable of, what we are losing when we doubt ourselves is an indomitable force for social change that is significant and therefore, to some, frightening. In other words, our capacity to know ourselves is immensely powerful.[99]

All forms of oppression seem to have this tendency: racism, heteropatriarchy, ableism, ageism, colonization, and other systems of oppression contort people’s insights, experiences and differences into weaknesses or deny them outright. For this reason, the emergence of trust can be a powerful weapon, which is being recovered all the time through struggle.

For many of us, mistrust in ourselves and others started when we were kids, and in a lot of cases in our homes. When they’re really young, kids are curious, open, vulnerable, and capable of radically trusting those around them, and this tends to get sucked out of them from many directions by Empire and the kinds of hierarchical and competitive relationships it promotes. One of the most damaging forms of distrust is built into modern disciplinary institutions, and schooling in particular. As organizer and scholar Matt Hern writes,

At school children are always monitored, and schooled parents believe that they should similarly be constantly monitoring their offspring, in the name of safety. The last decades of this century has seen an exponential growth in concern for children’s daily safety, particularly in cities, and most parents I come into contact with want to keep a very close eye on their kids. This is a laudable concern, and one I share, yet I have a deep suspicion of the equation that safety = surveillance. There is a threshold where our concerned eye becomes over-monitoring and disabling, an authoritarian presence shaping our kids’ lives.[100]

Hern is not singling out certain parents as oppressive, and he implicates himself in this, too. He is pointing to the collective inheritance of a way of life that divorces people from their capacities to trust each other. The model for inculcating these values was (and is) intense discipline and control: kids are encased in concrete for over a decade, trained to sit still, memorize, and obey authority. As the political theorist Toby Rollo has argued, it is no coincidence that colonization, racism, heteropatriarchy, and ableism all tell stories that constitute oppressed and dispossessed people as children.[101] Empire conceives its Others as untrustworthy and lacking maturity, health, morality, knowledge, civilization, and rationality, and so they have all been targets for education, confinement, and control—or for total eradication and genocide.

[yanderes-galore]

Can I ask for a Jimmy Valmer concept?

At first I thought "How do I do this? Can he be yandere?"

After some thinking... maybe. Maybe he can. Aged up as usual. This has a few triggering themes but for some reason "comedian with a darling who's struggling" dynamic worked for this???

Yandere! Jimmy Valmer Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Mentions of disabilities and Mental health, Violence, Implied depression on darling's end but it is vague, Implied Darling didn't like growing up in South Park, Manipulation, Obsession, Jealousy, Blood mention, Attempted murder, Dubious partnership.

I feel if Jimmy was a yandere he wouldn't be too intense.

He's optimistic and just likes making his darling happy?

He's so happy he's managed to have someone like you so close to him, as friends or lovers doesn't matter too much to him.

He's popular and successful, has been all his life despite his handicap.

Many know him for his comedy.

When he became an adult that's what he pursued.

He likes to make others laugh.

He is competitive, too.

He's well-liked and moral... although he does have a foul-mouth like a lot of people in South Park.

Jimmy met you at a comedy gig.

You're surprised he grew up in South Park.

He asks you why, you say it's because you grew up in South Park.

You admitted you never liked chatting with others in the town when you were younger and moved away when you could.

You were just happy Jimmy managed to find success.

How you two become friends is actually through the two of you sharing your experiences of South Park.

Jimmy assumes you never noticed each other as your experiences are so similar yet different.

That or you had a different class...

Either way, you seemed to be having a tough time in life and that's what brought you to him.

It was almost perfect... maybe you just needed a comedian friend to help you through troubling times?

It's strange... your experiences at South Park weren't remembered fondly, while his has its ups and downs but were positive.

South Park had such differing effects on the both of you.

Jimmy is Manipulative, Slightly jealous/competitive, Obsessive, Caring, yet has his violent tendencies.

Jimmy actually couldn't blame you... and his determination to improve your mood drove you to become friends.

People like Cartman along with other people in town could've been a bad experience for you.

He's very capable of functioning on his own.

He never judges your vents about South Park and you never judge him in general.

You two get along.

Jimmy invites you to all of his comedy shows.

Even if he doesn't have one he visits you to tell jokes anyways.

There's nothing wrong with the bond between you for the longest time.

Above all else, Jimmy is dedicated to the happiness of his darling.

Seeing you smile makes him smile....

Jimmy tries not to do anything that'd taint your happiness.

He compliments you, he jokes with you, he has an adoration for you that could be either platonic or romantic.

Jimmy's manipulation is unintentional at first.

He doesn't realize that he's become a metaphorical crutch for you to lean on emotionally.

He... doesn't mind it, either.

He actually likes it when you rely on him to make you happy as unhealthy as it becomes.

Jimmy actually likes the idea of being your reliable comedic partner so much he gets jealous when you make new friends at his shows.

He does show it, too.

He pouts and mutters under his breath while glaring at the person you're with.

He should be happy you're doing better.

For some reason he isn't....

A selfish thought... yet he still finds himself giving in and picking a fight with them after his show.

He's actually really good at fighting.

He can make people bleed... maybe even break a few bones.

Jimmy is only violent when provoked by jealousy.

It's never towards you.

Jimmy cares for you.

He only wants your smile regardless of how you feel about him.

He likes praise... yet the first time you hug him he is over the moon.

Jimmy would never kidnap.

Murder would be accidental but he is capable of it

Jimmy generally wants feelings to bloom between you naturally.

He's fine with just being friends, he's also fine with dating.

Jimmy actually hides his violence well.

Although the moment you catch him in the act of attacking someone... he hopes he can play victim well.

Jimmy wants to do anything to make your life a little bit easier.

Everything he does is to make you happy... so give him a smile, even if he's covered in blood.

[jeweledstone]

Recent Trayte Dream I Keep Forgetting to Fucking Post

DATE: 2/4/2024

OKAY. SO.

This dream post is basically context for a doodle from that drawpile I made involving one of the newest characters in my dream lore, Trayte. Specifically this one.

For those not in the loop so to speak, Trayte was a character from a recent dream I’ve had who apparently knew me since my early childhood and had a tendency to have rather severe, sometimes violent, mental breakdowns. In the dream he was introduced in, he ends up being unwillingly transformed into Pizzelle from Sugary Spire, which caused his mental state to become even worse. He ended up blaming me for the whole incident and swore he would one day take revenge on me for it, thus becoming a re-occurring villain in later dreams.

This post is regarding one of those revenge attempts.

So basically his thought process behind this “revenge” was that since “I” turned him into the character he was now permanently stuck as, he might as well try turning me into some other SS character as a sorta ironic karma thingy. Originally he was gonna have me turned into Rosette because apparently he used to have an unreciprocated crush on me, but I guess the hate/spite became stronger than the crush cause he eventually changed his mind and decided to tf me into Pizzano.

This (technically) makes the 4th character from a media I like to invade my dreams and try to turn me into a different character from their source material.

My brain has recycled the same plot element. Four (maybe five) fucking times.

Which is what we in the industry like to call

FUCKING BULLSHIT

Anyway, back to the plot summary. Since Trayte didn’t have access to any sorta reality warping abilities like “Dream” and Elias or weird black magic like Pizzahead, he ended up taking a more science-y approach to his little revenge scenario by sneaking into my house while I’m asleep and injecting this weird serum into me that would not only turn me into Pizzano physically, but also eventually take me over mentally as well. (The mental part was so I could feel the same pain Trayte felt over his own mental struggle between keeping his old identity and slowly being taken over by Pizzelle that he’s had since his own transformation)

So that happens, and at first the serum seems to work as intended and of course, that’s got me freaking the fuck out. And it only got worse when one of the serum’s unintentional “side-effects” began to show.

You see, turns out the whole transformation thing Trayte designed…

Was contagious…

So yeah, fuck me, it’s the Spamton Virus all over again, and my family ended up being the first one to have it “spread” to them despite me trying to isolate myself from them in hopes they wouldn’t get hurt by me once I finally lost control. It was around this point I kinda-sorta blacked out as Pizzano took full control only to miraculously regain lucidity several in-dream months later.

By then the infection had spread rather exponentially and there were very few uninfected humans left. I remember at first trying to “blend in” with the other Pizzanos hoping they wouldn’t find out I wasn’t “one of them” anymore.

They… actually found out pretty quickly and I ended up being outcasted by them. The normal humans wouldn’t accept me either since even though I was lucid, I was most likely still contagious. So I ended up spending a good portion of the rest of the dream as a loner, trying to survive in this post-apocalyptic world of sorts. At one point, I was looting an abandoned grocery store looking for food and such when the plot started up again.

Turns out, some members of the government were still alive and trying desperately to find a cure or something for the infection, and they just so happened to be bunkering in a building right next to the store I was in. (No idea why they chose GROUND FUCKING ZERO outta all places to hide out at while the rest of society suffered but since when has a politician ever made an actually smart choice in their life, y’know?) I ended up encountering them while exiting the store and their first instinct was to basically take out their guns and unload a shitton of lead into me.

Now, if you know anything about JeweledStone dream journal lore, you’d know that one of my abilities as a reality bender is that I’m basically fucking invincible (or at least, I can take a lot more damage than a normal person could, there HAVE been some recent dreams where I have died from being injured and stuff) (bruh I can’t believe my own subconscious fucking nerfed me lmao) so the bullets basically did nothing but slightly annoy me a little. For some reason, they ended up becoming less hostile towards me after that. (Could just be cause I wasn’t actively being aggressive towards/trying to infect them tho tbh)

The dream ended with one of the politicians revealing that they were also invincible and trying to order for a fucking nuke to be dropped on us to prove it.

And yeah, that was it, kinda disappointed it ended on a cliffhanger like that, but whatever.

[jasdiary]

“This really doesn’t seem like a good idea….Okay well wait for me!”

Full Name : Sinan Aspen Keene

Nicknames : S.K, Sinner, Princey (Meryl @rosietrace ), Lord Sinan/Mr. Sinan (Gwen @starry-night-rose ), Sinny/Sinnamon/Princley (Ellis), Nana (Gemma), Si (Nyla)

Jp Va : Kengo Kawanishi

En Va : Howard Wang / John Cusack

Age : 17-18

Height : 177 cm (5’9)

Homeland : Gale Empire

Birthday : 11/25 November 25th

Zodiac sign : Sagittarius

Species : Ice Fae/quarter Wind Fae

Hair Color : Navy Blue

Eye Color : Caramel Brown

Gender : Male (He/Him)

Sexuality : Demiromantic Pansexual

Family : Boreas Keene, Gale Keene(Mother)†, Nevin Keene (Older brother)

Occupation : Student at Scepter Hall Institute, Prince of the Gale Empire

Twisted From : Spike from Tinkerbell

!Neka.cc is just a placeholder until i have the time to draw him!

School Information

Dorm : Forêt Gelée

School Year : 2nd (Sophomore)

Class : 2-B

Best Subject : Incantations / Wing Study (Wingology)

Worst Class : Physical Education

Club : Ice Skating

Dominant Hand : Right

Favorite Food : Summer Salad Bowls

Least Favorite Food : Corn

Likes : Relaxing, Not doing anything, Teasing people, Naps, Babysitting Meryl, Spending time with his father and brother, Talking about his mother, Daydreaming, Decently done work, Skincare, Windy weather, hand holding

Dislikes : Extremely hot temperatures, Not being taken seriously, Being bored, His sleeping habits, Dry skin, Getting a low grade, Being unnecessarily provoked, Large Crowds, Not having physical interaction

Hobbies : Ice Skating, Sledding, Sleeping, Slight of Hand tricks, Coin tricks, Playing with snowflakes, Messing with Nyla, Fashion

Personality : Sinan comes off as lazy, blunt and a little sly. Which is 100% correct! No one knows if his half-lidded, smirking stare intimidates or attracts them. Sinan’s very straightforward with his words, but is still playful nonetheless. He’s an unintentional flirt. The way he speaks and presents himself gives others the impression of the bad boy(which he really isn’t ☠️) you can’t resist. Despite all of that, Sinan is very well liked for his cool, go with the flow attitude.

Unique Magic : ‘Secret Of The Wings’

“Why don’t you try a little harder? Y’never know, you MAY succeed. Emphasis on the may~ Secret Of The Wings!”

Sinan summons a flutter of butterflies formed from sparkling ice that surrounds him as an impenetrable shield. The shield protects Sinan from both physical and magic attacks. Coming into contact with the shield will freeze or frost whatever it touches. Despite being mostly winter fae, using Secret Of The Wings too much will cause his wings to crack ever so slightly. It may not be noticeable, but it is definitely felt.

Backstory :

Sinan Keene is the youngest son of the late Queen Gale Keene, who was a beloved ruler of the small fae dominated empire that bore her name. Sinan's mother was known for her kindness and compassion, and she instilled those same values in her children. The small prince grew up surrounded by love and support, and he always knew that he wanted to follow in his mother's footsteps and become a leader in his own right.

Despite his royal status and the expectations that came with it, Sinan was always a laid-back and chill individual. He had a tendency to be lazy and procrastinate, but he was also a natural jokester and had a way of making those around him feel at ease. Sinan was approachable and easy to talk to, and he made friends easily.

Sinan’s attitude comes from his heart that cracked from a young age when his mother passed away. He was very much a mama’s boy, always clinging to her. His mother was his best friend. Gale Keene wasn’t violently taken from this world, she was just ill. It didn’t hurt the Keene family any less however. The energetic, hard working boy that Sinan Aspen Keene once was had vanished. For a while, not even his older brother he looked up to so much could motivate him. It took Sinan months before he decided to just…let things happen. He’ll let life take the wheel for now. He’ll take control again one day. He just doesn’t know when.

For now, Sinan hides those sad and dark parts of himself deep inside and shows only what he wants others to see. There are certain people who get to see these sides of Sinan, but you wouldn’t believe them if they told you.

Random Trivia!

His first friend at SHI was Gemma Phaedra. It wasn’t that Sinan couldn’t approach people, Gemma just beat him to it! From then on, they became attached at the hip.

Sinan knows Nyla is scared of ice-skating, even if she denies it.

Sinan makes Mercury want to murder him whenever he makes a snarky comment ; it's a bloodbath when it comes to them.

Admittedly, Sinan became Meryl's new crush after Porter got expelled! She's always so flustered whenever he speaks to her, and she's practically clinging to him like a koala.

Sinan is.... Apprehensive about Eclair and how she treats Meryl. He can tell that Eclair adores her daughter, but with the way she essentially locked her up in SHI for all of her life is.... Disturbing to Sinan.

Sinan takes after his mother the most. When she passed away, it was hard for Sinan’s father to look at him for too long because he looked *too* much like her.

Sinan’s mother was half ice fae and half wind fae, making Sinan a quarter wind fae.

Sinan wants to be a professional ice skater.

Sinan may be on the sillier side, but he’s smarter than he lets on. He’s always one of the top students in his classes.

Sinan tends to twirl his hair. He usually does it when he’s nervous.

[wrathdiwata]

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Yk what’s sickening is that the violent tendencies most ppl conceal around their communities of origin used to come out around me all the damn time because I was a runaway, and ever since the exit, continued to occupy this transient, not part of the polity thing in peoples minds, but I escaped that violence many times due to my ability and my ability to buy into a certain neoliberal distance btwn ppl possible when u can produce ur own surplus. (my surplus now is my articulability but that's another storyyyy). the totalising force of debility is a whole new dragon. I feel that people who would’ve or would still consider themselves to “love” me, if we were ever to be in a relation close enough where I accepted much needed care, would neglect or kill me off, spur of the moment, if the constellations of oppression we were under slid a bit too far the wrong way. Like, in the same kind of “unintentional”, your debility and its pathology r vested in your body and not beyond it, your sickness is >yours< (fault, moral failing, weakness, etc) kind of way that ppl have always participated in, illuminated in recent yrs by not masking and generally invisibilising the fact that vulnerability exists everywhere in our communities. Esp bec of how these oppressive nuclear family style dynamics are proliferated in the lives of disabled ppl - state tying you to your partners income, preventing u from making ur own, etc etc. yea. It makes sense that filicide is so common. It makes sense that even escaping the nuclear familied filicide into other kinds of filicide in radical communities is surely a thing for the debilitated, and that the erasure of this material reality is where the visible world derives its legibilities, its clout, its coherence

[spilledreality]

The trick is always "revealing"—to express as if not intending to express, to signal under the guise of cue, a "worked shoot"

People want the truth. I do not mean by this that they want only the truth, or that they always want the truth, or that there is nothing else they want. I simply mean: they want the truth. I mean this in the same way I might say people want to be entertained. It is not that entertainment is the only thing people want or that they want it all the time at the exclusion of all else. It is just that they show a general tendency or preference toward things that entertain them over things that don't, all else equal.

People want the truth, but they also want entertainment, they want pathos, they want moral instructions, they want their ideology affirmed. And all these desires can potentially be in conflict: there will always be a falsehood or exaggeration that is more entertaining than a given truth; there will always be a moral which dampens entertainment. This is simply the nature of systems, fitness, and constraint.

Because people want the truth, other people want to give them the truth. Or at least, these other people want to appear to give the truth, since the truth-desirers will exchange valuable items or fungible tokens for said appearance. I do not mean merely superficial appearance, I do not merely mean the cover of a book, I mean everything that is visible, everything that is analyzable, everything which reveals itself. Tautologically, assessment can only happen at this level of appearances. We cannot know what we cannot know. We cannot know the thing outside of how it appears to us.

Because people want other things in addition to truth, and because the performers themselves have desires, desires that are not aligned with their audiences, it will be both inevitable and in the interests of performers to present scenes which fall short in criteria their audiences desire. But they will not want to reveal or advertise that the scene falls short, so they will put on a show, or obfuscate the shortcoming.

It is not a coincidence then, the kayfabe of professional wrestling, and its lifecycle in the sport: first there are "shoots"—sincere, violent conflicts—and then there is "work"—performed, scripted performances of conflict—and then, finally, there evolve "worked shoots," where the real appears to leak out from the performance. Because people like the shoots, they like when the real slips through the cracks of performance. They live for the real, they live for real information, true information.

Similarly it is the best strategy of the man in the social deduction game (for instance poker or mafia) to emit information which helps the situation while not appearing to emit information which helps his situation, as if by accident. In other words to release what in ethology is called a cue, or in reality to send out a signal—that is, an intentional expression—which appears to be a cue—that is, an unintentional expression. Because if we believe that the signaler has intended to signal and is not just cueing us then we become instantly suspicious of why he might be signaling. Certainly it is to his advantage that we think a certain thing, believe a certain thing—is it to ours? It will not be, to the extent that such games are adversarial. All games are partially adversarial just as all games are partially cooperative, but there is still an all-important question of degree, and it is this extent of adversarial reality which determines the extent to which players are thrown into conflict this way, and are incentivized to make signals look like cues, and perform the accidental leak.

[gatheringbones]

[“Reading and re-reading the same passage ten times, the reader gives up on the book. They keep finding the text interrupted by their own thoughts. They read to access their own experience, to recall their past, consider their relationships or establish their own views more firmly. They are unable to read others without primarily reading themselves. They drop the book into their lap and go back to their phone.

Meanwhile, across town, a person is listening to music while they go about the business of clearing up their flat, ordering something from the internet and arranging a birthday drink with a group of friends. Multiple distractions need their attention and the music is an aide to staying focused on these other things. They listen to a playlist organised by an algorithm and only notice what’s playing when they realise they don’t like a song and have to skip it. Later, they work out in their bedroom to an upbeat gym playlist, and then they spend the evening studying at the kitchen table to a generic piano playlist. Any composer, any year, any player. Just select chill piano for concentration. Music for mood. Everything’s yours. Take what you want. Get what you can.

In an upstairs classroom a student is learning to read without their creative energies roused, to better prepare them for life in the workplace; they are taught not to respond energetically to text but instead to remain distant, to take from rather than be a part of the experience. They annotate, discuss, question, abstract the meaning in order to better get a sense of the context.

The tendencies of our time are stamped so violently upon us, they emerge in our actions unbidden. When we are fixated on what we can get from an exchange, or how we can benefit, instead of considering what we can offer, we are being exploitative. This fixation can be so intrinsic, we imagine ourselves innocent of it.

Unintentional exploitation is exploitation, none the less. A sign of the times: our consumptive, atomised lives are framed by the proud narrative that civilisation evolved from an aggressive instinct; our kill-or-be-killed mentality got us here, from cave-dwellers to sky-scrapers. Man the hunter. Man the war-maker. Man the coloniser. Man the democratic consumer. Competition is natural. Competition breeds progress.

But is human nature separatism, tribalism and passionate distrust of the ‘other’? Or is it co-operation, recognition and, provided basic needs are met, a live-and-let-live attitude to all? What’s your own nature? How do you know? Is it what you tell yourself it is, or is it better observed in the things you find yourself doing that you wish you hadn’t done? What is the nature of the people you share your life with? How closely do you even notice your own behaviour? Not your own feelings, but your own actions? How closely do you notice the behaviour of others?”]

Kae Tempest, On Connection

[thesunicarusfellfor]

hello!!can you do a part two of your Yandere!Tommy x Reader x Yandere!Tubbo Headcanons/Fic ?! i loved it!!

It amazes me how this became a fan favourite OVERNIGHT like daaaaamn!

This one is gonna be split into parts around the end, so like what happens if you choose Tubbo/Tommy/Neither/Both

(f/l) = first letter of your name

(N/n) = nickname

(f/f) = Favourite flowers

Eggpire does not exist

ALSO. The last Route (Neither) I wrote is shorter because apparently, Tumblr wants to crash after you surpass 10k words, but I could write a continuation fic of Neither that might turn into another x reader? Just platonic? Not sure. Remember, I will always write a continuation of a fic if ever asked.

TW: Yandere, Explosions, Burns, Scars, Manipulation, Mention of Painkillers and being drowsy on them, brief mention of collapsing

Part one

Yandere!Tommy x GN!Reader x Yandere!Tubbo Headcanon/Fic Part 2

Tommy was furious to see you spending time with anyone that wasn’t him.

But seeing you having an early morning coffee with Ranboo??? Tubbo’s husband???

He was about to light the damn house on fire he was so pissed! That’s not even exaggerating, he would’ve and had you live with him! Although he wouldn’t let you know he did it.

Poor Ranboo was trembling so bad, genuinely fearing for his canon lives.

You quickly got up and stood in Tommy’s sight, prevent him from glaring at your tall friend, although he still didn’t look happy.

Before anyone could say anything else, Tubbo stormed through the door with his sword in his hand and teeth violently grit together.

“So... You weren’t trying to throw me off by writing about going to see them in your memory book,” Tubbo growled softly at his husband causing Ranboo to desperately pull his memory book closer to his chest, tears brimming his eyes. You could understand why, his best friend went through his memory book without his knowledge and possibly went through his other things in an attempt to figure out what he was doing.

“I guess neither of you are loyal...” Tommy grumbled with a roll of his eyes, causing Tubbo to give him a hard jab in the ribs, “Ow! Bloody hell, mate! I’m just saying both of you are going for them without even breaking up first!”

“It’s platonic!” Both Tubbo and Ranboo stated although Ranboo’s voice came out as a tiny and meek protest, rather than Tubbo’s annoyed growl. Clearing his throat awkwardly, Ranboo put his crown back on his head, “I’m-I’m not interested in chasing them, so no... I was just talking to them...” He visibly shrank in on himself as the two boys glared darkly at him, “I... Should go...”

“Hold up.” You pointed at him, making the tall and lanky male stay seated in his spot while you turned back to Tubbo and Tommy, “I know why Ranboo is here. I know why he,” You pointed to Tommy, “Is here. He always kicks down my door early in the morning to do some crazy things. But why are you here?” Moving your finger to point at Tubbo, you noticed his look immediately softened upon you turning your attention towards him.

His cheeks became a light pink and his goat ears fluttered slightly as he put his sword away, “Am I not allowed to visit?” There. There was one of the mood switches and manipulation Ranboo warned you about. “Tommy invited me to L’Manberg, and I heard my beloved platonic husband was in the area as well. Plus Tommy left the door open.”

You blinked a bit, caught off guard by the fact that Tubbo completely brushed over the fact that he was here because he had read Ranboo’s memory book, “Oh, I see... Then shall we all go mining today? We’d be able to get a lot more ores than before!” You smiled, pretending that your two friends didn’t kick down your door and threaten the man who was just trying to protect you.

“With Tubbo and Ranboo?” Tommy growled out in disgust at the thought of you spending time with them, “But (Y/n)! We always go mining on Thursday mornings! It’s our thing. Between just US! Aka, not Tubbo and Ranboo...”

“I- uh, have a meeting with Techno and Phil later today, so I can’t go. Sorry, (Y/n)...” Ranboo murmured, although you could tell by the shakiness of his voice that he wanted nothing more than to run and hide in his panic room.

“I’d love to go!” Tubbo chirped softly, ignoring the audible noise of disgust and annoyance that Tommy made, “Let me just get my stuff from my enderchest.” He walked over to your enderchest and opened it. You didn’t mind too much as you gave everyone full permission to make themselves at home in your house, but you were just a bit shaken up at the moment.

Ranboo quickly got up and scurried out the door, giving you an odd look as he passed by. He looked... Guilty, but his smile was sad and soft, but seemingly affectionate. You knew he would help if these two were scaring you too much.

The two boys brought you to an unpopular mine in the DreamSMP that was filled to the brim with ores.

They were quick to take down any and all mobs that came within any sort of distance to you, recklessly charging without a second thought in attempts to protect you.

While there was intense amounts of fear and tension circling through your veins because of this morning, you did quickly grow to have fun with the banter between these two.

Even Tommy and Tubbo were having fun bickering, almost seeming to forget the fact that they were in a war with each other. Almost.

The constant fluttering of their hearts and warmth on their cheeks was an easy reminder of what they were fighting for.

Every single ore, gemstone and pretty rock that you looked at, the boys would immediately pick up and put in their bags so you didn’t have to carry it.

When Tommy began to whine about being hungry, you wanted to go back to the surface to eat the food you had packed, but they both thought that was too far.

So, you suggested sitting down in the abandoned mineshaft you had discovered.

“Ooh!” Tubbo squeaked, his ears wiggling as he turned the corner of the mineshaft, “There’s a ravine over here! Let’s eat by the light of the lava so we don’t waste all our torches!”

“Finally! I’m starving!” Tommy tossed his ore-filled bag off of his shoulder and set it against the wall. Once you spread out the thick blanket you had brought on the ground, he plopped himself down and set down his shield and sword, “What do you have for food today, Big/Little (F/l)?”

You hummed as Tubbo sat himself down on the other side of you with a yawn, likely not used to getting up early, “I have... Sandwiches, some fruit slices, berries, y’know, the usual. You tired, Tubbo?” Glancing over at the brunet, you saw him rubbing his eyes with the long sleeve of his brown and yellow striped sweater that you had made him when he first travelled to Snowchester.

“Little bit, yeah. Can I lay against you? Just for a little bit?” He asked softly as you handed Tommy a sandwich, which he practically inhaled in seconds. Once you gave a nod of approval, the smaller boy laid down and curled up with his head against your lap.

Tommy grumbled in annoyance and without thinking much, laid down as well with his head against your leg too. When you gave him a small questioning look as this was highly out character for him, but he simply just mumbled about how you were definitely more comfortable than the rocks.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, unconsciously playing with their hair as you glanced around the stone walls for any untouched ores, but by now both boys were asleep and you didn’t feel like waking them up. Taking your time, you began to consider your situation now that you knew both boys were smitten with you and practically willing to hurt anyone who came in contact with you.

Tubbo’s mood switches scared you, a lot, and you were worried that him being the nice and blushing boy you had met a few years ago was nothing but an act and that all the gifts were an attempt to lure you in or distract you from his violent tendencies. You had watched him walk into your house, eyes blank and filled with rage towards his platonic soulmate for talking to you without his knowledge, and you were worried that soon that rage would be directed at you for doing something he didn’t like.

Tommy’s violent tendencies were just as scary though, so he wasn’t in the clear in your eyes either. While he did shape up a lot from when you first met, he still had a tendency to bark insults at you and hurt your feelings, which you hope is unintentional. He also often tried to threaten people and keep them away from you, like Eret or Niki who got yelled at and a tad bit injured after they had given you gifts or offered to bring you somewhere cool... They didn’t really spend time with you anymore after that... You missed them and didn’t want the same thing to happen to Ranboo.

But, this couldn’t go on forever. You couldn’t just run... and you knew very well that rejecting either of the two would cause the other to lash out severely, to the point where the one you chose, you, and your friends were in major trouble. It’s not like you could choose both right? ...Right? Then again... Choosing both would potentially cause tension to stir up again between the two best friends.

Your train of thought was violently derailed when you heard a hard thud a few meters in front of you. With a small gasp, you looked up and saw a creature of varying different shades of green slowly looking around before a few more thuds followed behind it. Before you could even think of waking the two boys, the green creature began to run at you quickly with its four legs.

A creeper.

A terrified cry left your lips and suddenly the weight on your lap vanished. Now awake, Tommy immediately grabbed his shield and used it alongside his body weight to slam into the creeper backwards into a small horde of zombies that had dropped down with it. “Get up you dumbass! Are you tryin’ to die?!” The blond yelled at you as Tubbo, who had also sprung up at the sound of your fear, began firing arrows at the group of mobs.

Once you got over your shock, you grabbed your axe and shield before quickly jumping to your feet and charging into battle. The zombie you had chosen to fight gurgled and swiped and gnashed its teeth together at you as you used your shield to block its hits. Backing up a few steps, you slashed your axe at the undead mob and took out its bottom jaw with the black blade, gleaming with an enchantment that set the creature on fire. The smell of burning rotten flesh caused you to gag and scrunch up your nose before you used your shield to shove it into the pit of lava at the bottom of the ravine.

Laughing softly in triumph, you turn around to help Tubbo and Tommy, only to let out another gasp of shock as you saw the very creeper that had been shoved away earlier had now returned with a vengeance. And it was mere inches away from your face.

There wasn’t much you could do except barely raise your shield in time to block a good majority of the explosion from damaging your body, launching chunks of stone outwards and off the edge of the ravine. 

And you as well.

“(Y/n)!!!” Tubbo’s voice echoed through the stone cavern as you felt yourself get launched backwards before beginning to fall, gravity quickly beginning to grasp onto you and drag you down towards the lava below.

Reaching out, to grab onto anything that would stop you from falling, but to no avail. Your mind barely registered Tommy and Tubbo running towards you before you shut your eyes tightly, silently praying to whatever or whoever to save you.

Then you stopped dead in the air, something wrapped around your arms and hands.

Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes and looked up to see the human and a goat hybrid that had been laying with their heads in your lap just minutes ago, were now desperately grasping one arm each, preventing you from falling to the end of one of your canon lives. Both of their blue eyes were filled with tears that were dripping down their faces and hitting the molten rock at the bottom of the ravine as they struggled to pull you up.

Once you felt the solid ground below you, you finally managed to take a few breaths to calm yourself down as you felt tight arms wrap around you on either side, barely able to comprehend the sobs of terror from your savours. The dull burning and throbbing pain on your cheek were enough to bring you down to reality and carefully wrap your arms around the two wailing teens as they desperately clung to you, almost as if you were going to vanish right below their fingertips.

Tommy was the first to gather himself and pull himself away from your good shoulder and rub his eyes free of tears to look at the new injuries covering your body and your busted armour, “F-fuck... We’re gonna have to get you to Phil to get those burns patched up...” He sniffled, trying to act like he wasn’t just bawling his eyes out over you nearly losing a canon life. For once, he didn’t seem to mind Tubbo clinging onto you and wailing into your side as you pet his hair, trying to calm him down. 

Tubbo refused to let go of you for the next hour as you travelled out of the mine, his arms desperately wrapped around your waist/shoulders. (Depending on your height)

Tommy also held onto your non-burnt hand, that once held your shield, as he carried yours and his bag, leading you both back the way you came

If another mob came out to fight, it was almost a guarantee that one of them would run forward and the other would lightly push you into a corner, then proceed to block you from view via a shield and their body,

Even if you thought that you were in a decent enough condition to fight, the one shielding you would only look at you sadly and shake their head, saying something about the explosion burns along your (s/t) skin.

Once you had gotten out of the mine, it was around 6pm, and the sun was going down, but luckily Tommy had sent a message to Philza, his father, about the situation, so he was prepared and already at Tommy’s house, which was the closest to the mine.

It wasn’t a long walk, but god you were so exhausted..

It got to the point where Tommy and Tubbo were on either side of you, preventing you from collapsing before you got to the home.

Let’s just say, when they opened the door, Philza was already there and immediately panicked upon seeing the injuries covering the one side of you and the state of your armour. (No you were not wearing the god armour Tubbo gave you.)

One of your cheeks and lower jaw were burnt and bleeding, along with your dominant arm and leg that weren’t behind the shield when the explosion went off.

Tommy Route - Mellohi

Because your home still being near L’Manberg and the Prime Path (In this route), it was easier for Tommy to check up on you while you were healing from your injuries.

While you were bedridden, Tommy was a lot, a lot, quieter when he came into your house, never sure whether or not you were sleeping.

If you weren’t, he would eagerly show you something he found, tell you some drama he heard around the area, or tell you about his day. Or just play Mellohi on constant repeat.

If you were asleep, he would silently walk over and check on your bandages or potion supply, (updating Phil if you were low or bleeding from moving too much), or even sit beside you for a little bit to make sure you wouldn’t just stop breathing out of nowhere.

To say he was scared your entire recovery process would be an understatement.

He would rarely let anyone but Phil check on you, definitely nearly blowing his nerve when Ranboo or Tubbo would walk into your house.

If it was Ranboo, we would definitely get picked up and thrown,

If it was Tubbo, he would try and push him out because he knew that threats wouldn’t work on him.

In the situation that he did push Tubbo out, Tommy would immediately lock the door and stay in there for the next few days

For the more likely situation, because we all know how stubborn that goat is, and he wasn’t able to push Tubbo out, Tommy would subtly put a few drops of the sleeping potion Phil made you, into your drink.

When you began to doze off, Tommy would mention it to Tubbo in the most serious voice he could muster. It always worked, because Tubbo wanted what was best for your health.

The absolute minute that Philza deems you stable enough to get off of bed rest, Tommy is by your side in seconds and trying to encourage you to stand up.

When you do get the nerve to try and stand again, he would immediately be holding your good arm, preventing you from falling if your bad leg suddenly gave out.

In the case that you do collapse from your injuries, he would at first be extremely panicked, but then he’d start calling you insulting names and calling you an idiot.

He would bring you on walks all around the DreamSMP to get you used to walking again but would have no problems sitting down again.

That’s a lie.

He would complain a little bit, but if he saw you were genuinely in a lot of pain, he would just shut up and awkwardly ask what he could do.

If you needed anything for pain, he would straight up run to your home and get it, if they already didn’t have it.

The fact that you’re spending so much time with Tommy absolutely infuriates Tubbo, and he tries to guilt-trip you into spending more time with him.

But then Ranboo tells him that you can barely walk down the Prime Path without wanting to cry from the pain of the burns, and he offers to move back to L’Manberg. Or at least what’s left of it.

This sparks an argument between Ranboo and Tubbo almost immediately, but you’re much too tired to try and stop it, instead quietly asking Tommy if he can help go back to your home or to get them out so you could sleep.

He would be glad to.

Like he would do it, with an absolute goofy smile on his face because he basically gets your permission to have your attention all to himself!

When you’re all healed, your relationship between you and Tommy has practically tripled from what it was.

You’re much closer to him than he was to Tubbo, to the point where he has told you everything.

Even about his exile...

Because of your closeness to him, he somehow got even more protective but also calmed down his threats.

Like, now you could talk to Niki and Eret again, but you were not allowed to leave your house at night alone, especially after mobs have spawned.

Hell sometimes if he’s really paranoid, he’ll go to your house and spend the night just to make sure mobs don’t bang on your door or ruin anything.

He straight up took the time out of his life to fence the property around your house off and fill it with torches so things didn’t spawn in.

Sure he’ll call you slightly insulting names, but he makes sure that they wouldn’t be too painful for you before saying them aloud.

Tubbo still tries to be nice and manipulative, which Ranboo tries to stop, but it’s pretty much worthless at this point.

He’s lost.

He knows it, Ranboo knows it, and Tommy damn well brags about it.

Tubbo does end up crying to you quite a bit about it, but you can understand, he’s heartbroken at this point and can’t do anything about it. Tommy and you know about his manipulation tactics, he couldn’t take Tommy’s last life because it would show up on your communicator, and then you would never love him!

Unfortunately, this does cause him to lash out at Ranboo quite a lot which led to their third divorce. Although this one seems quite a bit more permanent, you never know. (Ranboo took Michael)

One evening, Tommy invited you out of the house oddly enough. Even though mobs would be spawning soon? It greatly confused you.

He even asked you to wear nicer clothing? Like a tux or a dress? Either one or both worked in his eyes.

Honestly, you weren’t sure how you were supposed to fight mobs in a fancy outfit, but you trusted him.

“Tommy?” You asked, opening the door as you smoothed out your clothing with your hands and adjusted your hair a tad bit to your liking. It was shocking to see the tall blond nicely cleaned up and wearing a suit, but it was quite a welcome sight!

He nervously adjusted his red tie before holding out a bouquet of perfect (f/f), and cleared his throat, “You... Uh... Clean up nice. I- uh... No- wait... What did Sam say again?” He murmured to himself, “Ah fuck it... You look nice, (Y/n).”

You chuckled as your cheeks flushed a light pink, happily taking the bouquet filled with your favourite flowers, “I’ll put these in a vase and then we can go where you wanna bring me.” With a smile, you quickly placed the flowers in a glass vase filled with water before going back out with Tommy.

“Sh-shall we? Is that a common phrase to say?” He asked as he held out his arm for you to link with his, a habit he picked up from walking you around while you were healing.

“I suppose we shall. Calm down Tommy, no need to be all fancy and stuff around me.” You chirped with a small smiled as you took his arm, linking it with his, “Now, are you going to tell me where we’re going? Or is this supposed to remain a mystery?”

Tomathy visibly relaxed once you told him he didn’t have to be all professional and fancy, beginning to lead you down the Prime Path, “It’s a secret! I worked hard on it too! So you better be grateful or I’ll kick your ass.” He jokingly threatened, smiling a bit as you laughed at his typical attitude.

He led you down the wooden path, the two of you joking the entire way with a goofy smile across your faces. Tommy then took a sudden turn onto a newly made pathway and lead you down it, never answering any questions about it the entire way, even when the buildings turned into a forest. The pathway was lined with fences, and the trees were filled with small hanging lanterns, not only preventing mobs from spawning but also creating a beautiful fairy forest effect.

Seeing your look of awe, he gave a small sheepish laugh, “You like it? Puffy and Sam helped me out with it for the past few days, but this was my idea! And this isn’t even the best part!” He grinned widely before quickly pulling you along again.

The walk wasn’t very long, but it was extremely beautiful. Eventually, he brought you up to a large hill with a massive oak tree where a beautiful picnic was set up, surrounded by lantern light. Even with the lanterns, you were still able to get a clear view of the starry sky above without a single cloud in sight! “Oh my god... Tommy... This is incredible...”

“Innit? Puffy helped me make all the food, but this was my idea. Unless you don’t like it. Then it was Puffy’s idea.” He joked in an attempt to hide his nervousness as he went to ruffle his hair, but then remembered that he had spent a few hours taming it down, so he decided against it.

“I love it! This is so beautiful!” You looked up at him with a bright and happy smile, making him return it with a soft smile of his own, “Come on, oh! There’s a jukebox!” You eagerly pulled him over to the blanket and sat down, taking a look at all the food that had been set out.

The tall male happily took a disc, Mellohi to be precise, out of the enderchest that had been set beside the jukebox, neatly placing it in and pressing the button to make the music play before he sat down beside you. The two of you began to eat the meal that he helped make, joking, laughing and smiling the entire time, having the time of your life. You leaned your head against his shoulder and smiled up at him as you gently held his hand, making him realize even more how important you were to him.

Mellohi, the same song he lost his friend to, was the same song he was listening to while gaining a new important person in his life. You.

The entire night went on with you two eventually falling asleep at the top of the hill, completely unaware of the brown-haired male leaning against a tree. He desperately grasped his shirt where his heart was as tears poured down his shirt.

Tubbo always liked Cat more than Mellohi...

=

Tubbo Route - Don’t Let Me Fall

Tubbo was so so glad that he had managed to convince (manipulate) you to live in Snowchester when he did. (In this route)

Somehow managed to convince you to live in the mansion, although it was probably done when you were drowsy on the pain killer potion Phil gave you.

This man would completely ignore his own country to make sure you were well taken care of. Like Ranboo literally had to step into power and start working on things and taking care of Michael.

Speaking of the baby zombie piglin, because you were now bedridden and bored out of your mind, Tubbo frequently brought the child in if Ranboo absolutely demanded that he take over for a bit.

The baby absolutely adored you! The injuries on your body reminded you of the ones he got when he travelled to the overworld, so he didn’t feel alone.

Unfortunately because of your constant pain and drowsiness, Tubbo thought it was best that he stayed in his room. Or maybe that was because he didn’t want him getting close to you too?

It was actually extremely rare for Tubbo to let anyone in to visit you. He actually even got incredibly annoyed when even Phil would come over to restock the potions for you or make sure your wounds were healing.

On a normal day, if you were awake, Tubbo would be blabbering on about some story without a care whether or not you were listening. He would most likely be acting the story out as if it were a play, determined to provide you with as much entertainment by himself as he could.

If you were sleeping, he would also be sleeping, although on a few chairs pushed together in your room. There’s a rare time where he will stay up and watch you to make sure you’re breathing still, but that’s only if he’s really scared and paranoid.

Tommy absolutely REFUSES to even look at Snowchester, so you never really got a chance to thank him for saving you. 

Although... Tubbo very actively tries to convince you that Tommy didn’t even come to help you when you had fallen and that you had been in shock so that’s why you didn’t remember correctly.

At first, you didn’t believe him, but eventually, with constant repetition, you slowly saw it as the truth. You genuinely began to believe that Tommy hadn’t pulled you up and that it was only Tubbo that did.

After quite a few weeks, Phil told Tubbo that you could finally get out of bed, but Tubbo asked him if he was 100% sure MANY times.

The goat hybrid actually didn’t want you to get out of bed and start walking again, worried that you get up would leave him, so he wasn’t going to tell you.

But Ranboo was the one who told you.

This led to quite a violent argument between Ranboo and Tubbo, but there was nothing Tubbo could do since you already knew the information he tried to keep from you.

Tubbo started ignoring you, so Ranboo was the one to try and get you used to walking around again, but this lead to the shorter male getting extremely jealous and helping you instead.

He frequently walks you around Snowchester on a strict set schedule, when he knows no one will be out and no mobs will be spawning.

One time, he didn’t expect Tommy to be walking around the snowy forests when he was walking with you, holding your hand to make sure you didn’t lose your balance. At least that’s what he told you.

Tommy looked... Empty, when he saw you both walking together. But his eyes darkened a bit when his blue eyes landed on your hands twinned together.

Tubbo looked a little hostile in your eyes, but he simply just gave Tommy a sharp smile before trying to pull you along as if he didn’t notice the tears beginning to pool in his ex-best friend’s eyes.

Tommy knew he lost right then and there, so he decided to say fuck it and start screaming degrading names at the two of you, catching you greatly off guard, hurting you badly enough to the point where your feelings were more than a little hurt.

When the founder of Snowchester realized that the blond hurt your feelings, he was quick to lash out back at the other man in your defence, but by then you were already walking away, back to the manor.

It took about ten minutes for him to realize that you went back to the mansion, but when he did, he sprinted through the door in an absolute panic before practically pouncing on you the second his eyes caught sight of you.

He protectively wrapped himself around you and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you quietly rested your head against his shoulder.

After that, You and Tubbo became a lot closer emotionally. To the point where he called you his platonic wife jokingly, although you both knew he didn’t want to add platonic at the beginning.

He began to tell you about everything that weighed heavy on his shoulders, like his death from Technoblade’s fireworks, even to being threatened by Dream during the disc war.

When he noticed that you were genuinely beginning to care about him, his manipulation and jealousy actually began to calm down quite a lot.

You could actually spend time with Michael and Ranboo without anyone getting yelled at by Tubbo and causing him to get ridiculously jealous.

He began to take over his job as the founder of Snowchester, now actually trusting Ranboo to keep you company and even letting him take you outside during the day. But he refused to let you out during the night.

He’s just worried about mobs. Creepers especially.

Everything seems relatively like it was before that one day before Tommy and Tubbo completely lashed out at each other.

Tommy does often try and talk to you when Tubbo isn’t around, but both you and Ranboo try and put a stop to it as quickly as possible,

He’s lost.

He hurt you, and Ranboo couldn’t help but miss how Tubbo used to be, so if keeping Tommy away from you makes Tubbo act normal, he will damn well make sure that Tommy stays countries away from you.

This does cause Wilbur’s younger brother to break down a little bit, which you can genuinely understand, even if you hold a grudge against him for not saving you and yelling at you, you knew he did have feelings for you at one point even if he refused to admit it.

Unfortunately, this does cause quite a bit of pranks and explosions to stir up around Snowchester and the L’Manberg crater, but they stop within a few weeks. Tommy probably got scolded by either Sam, Phil or Puffy,

One morning, Tubbo invited you to spend a day outside of the mansion with him after a heavy snowfall.

He spent almost all morning outside, doing something he refused to tell you about, and when he came in to wake you up, his face was already cherry red from the cold.

How could he even want to go back into the freezing cold without any sort of warm drink or even sitting in front of the fire for a bit!?

“How are you so... Full of energy?” You murmured from behind the bathroom door as you got changed into your warmer clothing for when you do go outside. The door was cracked open a small bit so you could hear Tubbo rambling on and on about how he had a great surprise for you.

“Come on! It’ll be fun!” He was obviously grinning with excitement. When you walked out of the bathroom in your thick clothing and jacket, he bounced up from his spot on the edge of your bed, “Finally! Let’s go! Hurry, before it snows or gets warmer.”

You only nodded curiously and he grabbed your hand, eagerly pulling you out of your room and down the large stairs that lead towards the door. He pushed the large doors open with a bit of difficulty due to the snow piled up, but with your help, you both managed to slip out the door. Tubbo happily grabbed your hand again and began leading you down towards the docks where the water was covered with a thick sheet of ice, “Oh it must’ve got really cold last night... What are you showing me?”

“Over here!” He pulled you over to a large half-sphere made out of snow. He led you over to a hole in the side of it before dropping down to his knees and crawling through the entrance, “Come on!”

Blinking in surprise, you hesitantly followed him inside of the handmade snow building and gave a small gasp of glee as you saw that it was an igloo! The inside had a few blankets on the ground, preventing you from sitting on the icy snow-covered ground, there were a few lanterns placed on small snow hills preventing the small room from being dark, plus there was a small basket of what looked like two thermoses and a bit of food, “Tubbo! Did you build this?”

“I did! I also spent last night building it too!” He grinned widely, his ears wiggling with glee, “But this isn’t even the best part! Check over here!” The brunet shuffled over to another basket before pulling out a pair of white boots with silver blades bolted to the bottoms.

“Ice skates?” You tilted your head a bit as you crawled over and pulled out the pair that looked to be your size, “But I can’t skate...”/”How did you even know I could skate?”

Tubbo only turned his happy grin towards you, “I’ll show you how! Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall!”/”You briefly mentioned that you missed skating once or twice when you were all dopey on painkillers a few months ago!” He pulled out his pair of skates and began to take off his boots. (After getting his skates on he helped you with yours if you didn’t know how to lace them up.)

Once your new footwear was all tied up, he helped you up and carefully lead you outside with his arms tightly wrapped around you to help you keep your balance. (Even if you did know how to skate, he was still worried about you falling.) Tubbo carefully led you towards the ice and helped you stand up straight on the frozen water, making sure that you wouldn’t fall.

“See?” He smiled softly and held your hands tightly as he began to skate backwards, pulling you along with him until you slowly got a hold of what you were doing. “You (still) got it!”

You two slid and slipped around on the ice, laughing, smiling and spinning around with the other, but suddenly out of nowhere, your blade got caught in a groove of the ice that likely got chipped out when you two were skating around. With a small cry, you felt your legs slip out from under you and you immediately shut your eyes, awaiting the inevitable impact as a result of gravity.

Thankfully, two arms wrapped around your frame before you hit the ground. You slowly cracked open your eyes and saw your best friend holding you tightly against him. Your (e/c) eyes stared into his blue ones for a few moments before your face broke into a smile. “You caught me...”

“I would never let you fall...”

There two of you continued to skate around, having fun in the other's presence, completely unaware of the blond hidden behind a snowbank with his hand clasped tightly over his mouth and tears beginning to freeze to his reddened cheeks.

Tommy often found himself wishing he had let you fall...

=

Tommy & Tubbo Route - Rhythm of the Storm

Because your original housing was set between Snowchester and the Prime Path, it was surprisingly an equal distance between Tubbo’s mansion and Tommy’s house.

In the beginning, Tommy would go to your house first in the mornings, then leave around noon when Tubbo would come, but the constant social interaction left you always sleeping through either one of their visits.

It got to the point where you asked both of them to come by at the same time so you could talk with them both at the same time.

This caught them both off guard that you wanted both of their attention at the same time, but then only began to see benefits from them meeting with you together.

Now you weren’t out cold during the mornings when Tommy opened the door, and now you weren’t asleep by 2pm when Tubbo was over. Plus they could both take care of you at the same time!

There were a few times when either of the boys’ yandere tendencies peaked out, but you or the other would scold them out of it. Or Tommy would give Tubbo a small smack upside the head which would make him scream dramatically like a baby goat.

While they did take your injuries relatively seriously, they also were joking with you and cheered you up with their antics, preventing you from falling into a depression from staying inside all day and every day.

On a normal day, if you were awake and had more energy than normal, Tommy would be telling you incredible stories of his travels and Tubbo would be either making food or potions. Tommy isn’t allowed near the brewing stands or the stove anymore if you’re wondering.

On a bad day, if you barely had any energy and could barely stay awake, the two boys would be much quieter and let you sleep. On those days, they would ask Phil if you were actually okay, or they would go back to their respective homes.

If your burns are causing you immense amounts of pain one day, Tommy will refuse to even be in the same room as you and will genuinely beg Tubbo, Ranboo or Philza to stop your pain. Even if he doesn’t like others being around you, he’s beginning to accept Tubbo’s care towards you but he’s still wary about his father and Tubbo’s husband.

Speaking of, Ranboo and Michael had seemingly disappeared from Snowchester, but Phil assured you that they were both in the Tundra, (And to keep it a secret from Tubbo.)

On Phil’s latest visit, he told you that you could get up and out of bed without irritating the burns on your legs, although you might have trouble at first.

Upon hearing the news, Tubbo and Tommy were at your sides in seconds, asking if you wanted to get up and encouraging you to try. If you didn’t want to, they (mostly Tubbo) would understand about it and leave you to sit on the fact for a bit.

If you did, Tubbo would be at your injured side to make sure your bandages stayed together when you got up, while Tommy would be on your good side and mostly holding you up if your balance was bad enough.

Tubbo wanted to help you walk around at night, just in case you were self-conscious of your burns, but Tommy was too worried about any sort of mob approaching you. While they knew they could protect you, they just didn’t want to take any risks.

Tubbo will burst out crying after he hears an explosion, meanwhile, Tommy will freeze completely still. Which is also what happened during the mining incident that caused you to get injured, which is why Tubbo was the one to scream and continue to cry long after they had saved you.

Because of this, they don’t want to face a creeper with you around to see them panic and be in danger while they struggled to get themselves together.

When you’re out walking around, Tubbo is extremely patient and Tommy at least tries to hold his complaints. 

If someone even looks at you wrong, they’ll have an angry raccoon boy yelling threats at them and Tubbo drawing his sword. They usually run with their tails between their legs afterwards.

If you collapsed on the walk from the pain, the amount of panic that would happen would be enough to have every single parental figure in the SMP running to help you. Luckily when it did happen, Badboyhalo was there and was strong enough to carry you without irritating your burns, and even gave a few pointers on how to help with burns. He had to raise Sapnap. He would know.

When you woke up at your home, you saw Tubbo and Tommy actually having a civil conversation with the large 9ft demon rather than threatening him to get away from you. That could've been because he was a demon though. But you were still proud!

You guessed that they still thought you were asleep when Bad left because you heard them murmuring and trying to keep quiet as they most likely made lunch.

Because of their conversation with Bad, and proving to you that they can actually behave themselves, you began to realize that their Yandere tendencies were calming down a lot. Meaning you weren't scared of them that much anymore, and you were beginning to accept their feelings towards you.

Unfortunately... You couldn't pick between them... And didn't know how open they would be to polyamory, but seeing as they weren't ripping each other's throats out, maybe their reactions wouldn't be too terrible?

Tubbo began to tell you about everything that bothered him, currently and formerly, like his death from Technoblade’s fireworks, even to being threatened by Dream during the disc war, or the nukes disappearing and his worry about whether or not Tommy cares about him.

Tommy also began to open up as well. Telling you about his brothers and father, his exile, his fear that Tubbo doesn't care about him anymore, and his third canon death.

After the two began to open up more, you began to realize they weren't being as clingy and desperate for your attention, most likely now trusting you to spend time with people other than them.

Maybe because they were catching on to you slowly beginning to return their feelings...

Everything seems relatively like it was before that one day before Tommy and Tubbo completely lashed out at each other.

A few weeks after your body became completely healed, the two boys spent a few days away from you, which you were curious about but never really commented on it.

One day when they both arrived at your house at their usual time, they were dressed up for an adventure and their bags were filled with everything that anyone would need.

They eagerly pulled you out of bed at some ungodly hour in the morning, although Tubbo thankfully had breakfast (and coffee) ready which you ate before going to get dressed into appropriate clothing and your god armour that Tubbo made, that was equipped with a new god sword that Tommy made you!

This was your first adventure since the explosion in the mine, and you damn well wanted to have fun.

"Okay, okay! Damn, Big Man, calm down!" You groaned as you threw the bag over your shoulders and tightened the straps accordingly. Once you tied up the laces on your boots, you straightened up and without fail, you felt both of your hands being grabbed before you got dragged out the door.

"We've been planning this for a few days! Nothing will stop us now!" Tubbo cheered, hopping along beside you as he held your scarred hand, "We have everything we could ever need for the next week!"

Your surprised reaction was ignored as Tommy continued dragging you down the Prime Path with a map in his free hand, "A whole week? That's quite a long adventure! Are you sure we'll be able to handle it?"

"Relax (N/n)! We were both raised by Philza Minecraft! Y'know, Survivalist extraordinaire? We know how to ration, build a shelter if needed, and everything in between!" Tubbo gave you a wide and cheesy grin as he spoke about the man who raised him, despite not actually being related to him. (Dadschlatt AU if you're wondering)

The three of you ventured off through many acres of forests and other biomes, holding hands and chatting away the entire time. Tommy let it slip that you were going to find buried treasure and maybe a woodland mansion if you were feeling brave enough, which is why he was always holding the map.

"Tommy, (Y/n)! Look!" Tubbo squeaked out happily as he saw a field of dozens of different flowers with bees hurriedly buzzing about to pollinate the plants around. The sight of the yellow and black bugs caused Tubbo to make happy little bleating sounds as his ears wiggled.

You and Tommy exchanged glances with a small smile, knowing very well you wouldn't be able to pull the hybrid away from them. "I suppose it is about time for a break..." You murmured as you were dragged off by the smaller brunet, thus pulling Tommy along as well.

The three of you sat down in the flower field, placing out a blanket to prevent yourselves from getting covered in dirt, despite knowing that it'll happen anyway. You set out the food Tubbo had packed while the two teenage boys ran around, having fun and, well just being teenagers.

Yes, Tommy got chased by bees.

Tubbo made you, himself and Tommy a flower crown, which you proudly wore, but Tommy was a bit more hesitant which you eventually made him get over by giving him a begging look. Yours was a bunch of (f/f) varying with colours, Tubbo's was a variety of yellows and white flowers, while Tommy's was mostly red and white.

While you three enjoyed your small picnic, you were all completely unaware of the fleeting bees, closing flowers and scattering animals. It was only when Tubbo's ears began to flick oddly did he lift his head, "I think there's a storm quickly approaching..."

You lifted your head and rose your arm to block the sun from your eyes to look at the quickly darkening clouds, "Oh damn, yeah we gotta go find shelter. Like now." You hurriedly grabbed your bag and began shoving the foot containers in it while Tommy and Tubbo packed everything else up too.

Despite your best efforts, you three quickly got caught in the downpour of rain and became absolutely drenched in rain by the time you found a small and shallow cave to hide in. "Aw fuck... Absolutely perfect! Sam said it wasn't gonna rain todaaaaay!" Tommy whined dramatically as he slumped against the stone wall.

You sighed and began pulling out the blanket again, knowing very well that you'd all be here for a while. When Tommy stopped whining about how he thought it was gonna be perfect weather, he helped Tubbo with starting a fire so you could all dry your sweaters that you had been wearing.

The two boys plopped down on the blanket on either side of you, Tommy hiding his head on your shoulder while Tubbo was curled up with his head against your lap, (After asking for permission of course) trying their best to drown out the sound of the sounds of the booming thunder.

After a few moments, you used the consistent pattern in the rain to keep beat before beginning to hum a soft tune while you ran your fingers through their damp hair.

Slowly, Tommy and Tubbo fell asleep, leaning against you while you hummed along to the rhythm of the storm...

=

Neither Route - Left the Game

Your house was quite out of the way from the Prime Path and Snowchester, in fact, quite possibly even closer to the Tundra. (In this route.)

Meaning that you were pretty far out of the way from everyone except for Ranboo, Phil and Techno. Which prevented both Tubbo and Tommy from coming around often, meaning Ranboo and Phil had to help you with a lot.

You felt bad because you didn't know either of them too, too well, but at least you knew you would definitely be getting better.

Ranboo actually had no problem helping you with your injuries, although he had to carefully write down what he gave you and when.

During your road to recovery, Ranboo and Tubbo's relationship became incredibly worse as the goat hybrid became even more manipulative and violent.

You became a personal therapist and babysitter for him and Michael, in return for him helping take care of you.

Speaking of Michael, the reason Ranboo hadn't joined you on the mining trip was because Phil had finished making a potion that would allow Michael to survive in the Tundra.

Tubbo and Tommy's violent habits had quickly doubled over the time when they couldn't see you, but luckily for you, the one time they did try to visit, Techno had come with Phil to meet you.

They ran out immediately.

Yes, Techno asked you about how you felt about anarchy.

Whether or not you joined the Syndicate is up to you.

Ranboo then told Techno and Phil about how Tubbo and Tommy were obsessed with you, and that your life was possibly in danger.

Technoblade only said that he had no way to help you, but Philza's fatherly instincts kicked in and he wanted to protect you both from the two boys he raised.

Once you got all healed up your burns scarred over, Phil and Ranboo already had an idea of how to keep you both and Michael safe.

It was highly risky and would leave you with only one life until you come back to the DreamSMP.

Phil was going to give you access to his Hardcore server.

Both you and Ranboo had a long and serious talk about it, but then remembered he was literally rich. He had dozens of totems!

Techno made you three totem pendants for you to wear around your necks, so you wouldn't always have to hold the totems.

(Philza asked his wife, Kristen the Goddess of Void and Death, to keep an extra close eye on you three and make sure if any of you do die, it's incredibly quick and painless.)

Standing in front of Phil, your bags filled with everything you would need to survive in the hardcore world, you watched as the centuries-old avian scanned you three up and down.

"I'll ask you both one final time." He sighed after he deemed all of your equipment and armour worthy. The blond fatherly figure stood in front of you and Ranboo as you held Michael with a glowing green orb in his hand, "Are you sure? There are no respawns when you run out of totems."

"Yes. It'll be much safer than the DreamSMP..." Ranboo murmured quietly, quickly scrawling as much as he could fit into his memory book before he forgot anything, "Even if it isn't permanent... We just need to run."

When Phil turned to you, you couldn't help but take a deep breath, "Yeah," You murmured, shifting the young piglin child on your hip, "I'm sure. Thanks again Philza... We really needed to be somewhere where they wouldn't find us..."

"I'll check up on you both once a week. Remember, travelling through servers will disorient you for quite a while and you quite probably won't understand where you are at first-"

"(Y/n)!!!" An angry yell came from the forest, and you turned your head just in time to see Tommy and Tubbo running in your direction.

You and Ranboo hurriedly whipped your head to face Phil again, but he seemed to have caught on before you both as there was a portal swirling with greens and golds beside him, "Go! Now! I'll see you both tomorrow! Remember, you can take anything you need to increase the chances of your survival!"

Ranboo got over his shock much quicker than you did because he grabbed your arm and leapt through the portal, bringing you and Michael along.

Ranboo Beloved left the game.

(Y/n) (L/n) left the game.

Michael Underscore-Beloved left the game.

[windser]

baby daddy xiao barely understanding the concept of mortals, let alone mortal children. when you first approached him with the predicament, timid and uncertain he'd been callous—albeit unintentional with his unkindness. 'why do you need it?' 'aren't they just a nuisance'. you were fragile enough as it is, he couldn't imagine the perilous time consuming venture it would be to grow another to your current state.

sure he'd been a child once, young and naive, and look where it got him. swept into the whims of gods and their violent tendencies. he didn't deserve you. the sole gift after a millennia for torment. what makes you think he'd earned the responsibility to raise someone when he'd hardly had a promising childhood to claim remembrance of.

understanding his plight came as difficult as accepting the crack in his voice and tension in his shoulders. it wasn't as if he didn't want to be happy with you. he was just worried that if he got too greedy that it would all come crashing down.

'silly, little adeptus. how can you fall if i'm there to catch you?'

it wasn't easy. nothing about pregnacy was. you had moods that he couldn't remedy and aches that he couldn't reach. injuries could leave a person incapacitated but being with child was a whole new series of limitations. xiao couldn't stray as he normally did, keen ear needed respond to your sporadic whims and a study shoulder to provide warmth despite your swaddled form. you kept him guessing in way that made him uneasy yet so fulfilling in the same sentence.

the way you smiled with absolute glee when he returned from a trip to the market, cradling an array of pastries to satisfy your sweet tooth. he understood the bare basics of hormones—inherent desires that could alter your consciousness. but he never once tired of your gregarious affections, especially in your gratitude. his cheeks still retained heat from the sight and touch of your lips kissing at his fingertips. the way you cradled his palm to your cheek before bringing it down to your rounded belly. 'thank you'. a gesture meant to be twice over.

labor was a battle in itself, a strenous one-sided conflict that he could only witness from behind closed doors. faced flushed from the exertion of just breathing, you tried to tell him that you'd be fine as the women helped cart you away. not a very convincing gesture but xiao couldn't really intervene without unappreciated force.

so he paced. hand clenching around nothing with every sharp cry. the comforts provided by venti and zhongli offer nothing to ease the trials of your pain. how could you love someone who put you through this? how could he live if you did't—

xiao swept past the nursemaid the moment the door crackled, the women not even having a name to stutter. there were still a few bodies lingering, carting away supplies and cleaning up. a few offered timid smiles, none indicating anything went wrong.

and then his gaze finds you.

you look utterly exhausted, hair sticking unpleasantly to the sheen of your skin. the warmth of exertion visible and wetting your brow.

he found you absolutely ethereal.

the moment you caught his eye, your lips parted to say something, only to pause and shift your arm instead. xiao watched breath stolen as the sheet gave away to revel the babe, skin as flushed as your own but settled as it suckled at you.

despite the weight, you reach for him, fingers dancing in call. xiao waits until the last figure sweeps past him, closing the door in their wake before he approaches cautiously.

xiao had seen babes before, perhaps not quite this early in life, but their frailty persisted for years to come. it was small, so, so, so small like fine porcelain. certainly too precious for his tainted touch.

with a huff, your finger intertwine with his raised one caught in hover above the baby's head. and with careful deliberation you brought it down to stroke the soft wisps of their hair. visible teal highlights that would forever brand them as his.

'we did this xiao. created this precious being that we'll love forever.'

love, an aged concept remade new by your adoration and attention.

and now born as a manifestation of your mutual endearment.

[crab-instruments]

Lock and Key Extra - Silco's POV 1

Master Part 2>

Pairing: Silco x GN Reader

Summary: After stumbling into a job with Silco as your new boss, you seek to prove yourself worthy to the Kingpin. Shenanigans ensue. As your relationship grows, so do the feelings you deny.

Warnings: none

Beta Reader: @unfocusedfish

a/n: one chapter to go in the main work, but here's a different perspective for ya

Silco sat in his office, waiting. It was only a matter of time before you arrived to try and drop off the proof you snuck out to retrieve. He had a guard alert him when you left, shaking his head at how sneaky you thought you were.

He set the trap up, waiting for you to take the bait. Since you had started working for him, Silco admired how quickly you picked up skills, understood the inner workings of the operation, and, overall, very genuine in nature you were. It was such a rarity, somehow being uncorrupted from the Undercity. He couldn’t admit even to himself how much you had affected him, all he wanted to do was to see how you would react.

Remembering the first time you took his words too seriously, Silco thought back to the time he suggested you test every lock in the building and replace the easily solvable ones. What he didn’t expect, however, was to find you asleep on his desk surrounded by many locks. How you could sleep so well in his office, he could never understand, but it was a common occurrence.

When Silco woke you, you flailed off the desk. Once you collected yourself, you explained that you got drunk and checked the locks. You also thought it would be best to dump all said locks on the desk to show not to buy this specific brand—Guru locks—because it was widely known they were the easiest to crack. You fell asleep before Silco had returned.

The sound of the door opening had snapped Silco out of his reverie. He waited until you were a few steps into the room before alerting you to his presence.

“I was unaware we had a meeting.”

“HOLY SHIT—” He watched as you recoiled backwards, falling squarely on your back. Silco held back a chuckle. He appreciated your flair for the dramatic, even if it was unintentional.

“What are you doing.”

“I’m… admiring the interior decorating of your office. Have you ever considered crown molding?”

“No.”

“Good, I don’t think it would fit the aesthetic you have going on here.” You waved your arm to gesture towards ‘going on here’ but otherwise, stayed where you were, eye on the ceiling.

Silco also found your improvisation endearing, it reminded him of Jinx when she was younger. “Oh? And what would you suggest?”

“Maybe—”

“What are you doing breaking into my office at this hour?” But it was always good to cut it short, you had a tendency of not knowing when to stop.

You rolled to your feet before standing a few feet from his desk. “Okay, so—”

“Keep it concise.”

“But I didn’t—!”

“Concise.” You entered into a staring contest with the man, but you backed down with a sigh. You had grown bolder since the first meeting but could never follow through with it. Silco waited with baited breath for the moment you did.

“The auction house plan that’s supposed to happen a few days from now?”

“Yes, what about it?”

You began a slow pace in front of his desk, Silco only slightly following with his head. “Okay, I know you said to let it go, but I swearthat Clown Bastard’s version of the blueprint—”

“Clown Bastard?” Silco knew who you were talking about, but the thought that you were so incensed by the man to give him such a nickname made him smile.

“The guy who gave you the blueprints. I forgot what his name was.”

Without thinking, Silco gave a name he defaults to when he doesn’t care for the person. “Hank.”

You abruptly stopped and faced Silco, who definitely was smirking now at your incredulous face. “No way. His name is not Hank. I would remember that.” Oh, watching you lose your mind in this way was always a treat. “Oh, my g—how did I forget a name like Hank?” You shook your head violently before continuing. “Anyway. The blueprints he gave were doctored. I didn’t have proof, but I couldn’t just stand by and watch the guy swindle you. So, I…” you gestured vaguely with your arms, “brokeintohisplace. BUT I was right! I found the original blueprints to that auction house.”

You opened the document tube you had attached to your leg and offered the papers to Silco. “So, if you look—”

Silco noticed something dark on your arm and he couldn’t give name a name to how he was feeling. He grabbed your wrist and pulled your arm closer to his face, examining it. “You’re hurt.”

You couldn’t stop the involuntary intake of air, worried what would come after already disobeying orders. “I fell.” Silco said nothing, waiting. “I fell… down… a scaffolding.” His eyes went wide for a brief second before he controlled his expression. “I wasn’t caught! No one saw me. Mainly because I fell down the scaffolding BUT no one saw me. And I’m totally fine.” You gave a sheepish grin, but he was unamused. Sighing, he let go of your wrist and took the papers. Silco knew you weren’t one to take concern well, squirming under the care of others. Your antics would get you hurt but he would have to find a solution later.

“How exactly did you know he was lying?” Silco ran a hand through his hair before putting all his focus on the papers.

“Huey—”

“Hank.” At this point, Silco knew you were just extremely bad at names, even if you didn’t care for the person.

“—has a tell. I was reading about them and how to figure out when someone’s lying, and this guy was basically broadcasting it. He’d rub his nose every time he talked about the blueprints. Also, if you look at the original blueprints, you can tell an amateur copied them, it’s not even to scale.”

Silco looked at you with a raised eyebrow before muttering something along the lines of ‘not even to scale’ while studying the blueprints. You were right, of course, but he hadn’t thought to check there. He knew Hank was a liar and a swindler.

“…Sir? I know you said to let it go and I disobeyed your order—”

“Are you so sure you did?” He liked to watch you process information, see the gears turning in your head. It was fun, seeing you put the pieces of a puzzle together and understanding the full picture.

“…What? But you said—”

“I knew he was lying and was going to handle it silently but then you brought it to my attention, unprompted. You showed you were not only paying attention but actively looking out, I was impressed to say the least. I told you to let it go, knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to. I was curious how far you would take it.”

“…this was a test.”

“Of sorts, yes.”

“Did I pass?”

Silco wanted to laugh. He had never had someone besides Jinx crave his approval so hard, bypassing your own needs. He sighed and stood up, “I’m sure I will hear if you were seen but for now, I assume you acquired the blueprints with your dignity intact—barely. Yes, you ‘passed.’”

He bit back a smile as you did a silent triumphant dance.

“However, I will be putting you on desk duty until you are fully healed. You’ll also need more combat training, aerobatics, something to protect yourself with in case you encounter any more… scaffoldings.”

He watched as you fidgeted, uncomfortably.

“Yes, sir. Silco, sir.” You had kept up the silly formalities since the beginning and he feigned annoyance. You were almost out the door before you stopped.

“What is it?” He still stood by his desk, watching you hesitate.

“I found something else while I was looking for the blueprints, but I was hoping…”

It took him a moment to realize what you were really asking, and he was no longer feigning the annoyance. “You’ve been reading the magic trick book again, haven’t you?”

“I’ve been practicing so I wanted to—”

“No, just give me whatever—”

“Please?”

Silco had a weakness for your puppy eyes. Both you and Jinx had perfected them to an art form. He could not say no, for fear of seeing the crushed look on your face. “Fine, make it quick. One chance this time.”

“YES. Okay,” you walked over to him and showed that your left hand was bare, twisting it so both sides were seen, “oh wait. Let me just—” When you put your right hand on Silco’s shoulder, he stiffened. He wasn’t prepared for you to touch him. With your left, you barely touched the side of his ear and Silco thought he was going to lose his mind. You could do real magic before him and he would not be able to comprehend anything besides your touch. When he focused back on the present, you had brought the pen you were hiding in front of Silco’s face. “I learned that from the sleight of hand book, a little bit of misdirection.” A misdirection, it was…

Silco had to take a moment to control his response to your trick, hoping you didn’t notice that you had shocked him. He took the pen in his hands and examined it. “This pen… is the one that went missing a few days ago.”

“Yeah, Hubert—”

“Hank.”

“—took it. Found it while looking for the blueprints. It’s the one Jinx gave you, right? Figured you’d probably want it back.”

Silco tried to hide the small smile, his adoration for you growing. He nodded toward the door. “Get out of here. I have work to do.”

Part 2

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[computomography]

① I am an invasive person, and I have been troubled by this for the past ten years. Invasive thinking should belong to psychology. Many times I will have some dangerous ideas. Invasive thoughts are an idea that enters the level of individual consciousness, often without warning, and its content is often worrying, disturbing or strange. Most of the time, they just flash through my mind, but for me, I will repeatedly struggle with these invasive thinking, resulting in strong pain in individuals. The forms of invasive thinking mainly include anxiety, compulsive thinking and ruminant. In terms of content, it is mostly negative memories, violent ideas, and sex-related ideas. For example: infected by bacteria and viruses, and then dying, suddenly want to attack someone, children suddenly have some form of accident, when it is very quiet, suddenly want to shout, past experience of being hurt, the impulse to sexually assault others. Including height-phobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder, I think it is also related to invasive thinking, and I am also a relatively extreme person myself. So I'm interested in invasive thinking, because for me, I've been trying to figure out this problem over the years. How much has this invasive thinking changed me? What symptoms did it cause? And how many people are similar to me? Are we the same group? For example, when I stand on the railings of the balcony, I can't help jumping down, which seems to be a desire for the tranquility of death and the pursuit of a state of stability. Research shows that some poets are 30 times more likely to have bipolar disorder than ordinary people, so I can understand the feeling of eager to find identity in past celebrities - knowing that all this has been tormenting them for a long time may make them feel better. There is always a force of oppression in our hearts, which may be violent ideas or self-abuse tendencies. Here are some of my own behaviors about invasive thinking:

The pupils on the edge of the balcony on the seventh floor began to enlarge, washed his hands 18 times, constantly stepped on the protruding objects with his feet, sat on the railings, and then kept leaning back and cycled back. Walking around the ice cream cone over and over again, he turned to the bottom of the bridge and stared at a pile of broken fallen leaves.

But I still believe it.Depression and bipolarity are a channel to produce wonderful thinking.

Most of the time, I enjoy the thinking brought by this pain, which makes me pay more attention to the power in my body.

Understanding Contemporary Art 4.1 On Viennese Actionism by John David Ebert

Wikipedia defines the entry Vienna Actionism or Viennese Actionism as "a short and violent movement in the twentieth century". The Vienna Action School is one of the many "art of action" movements in the 1960s, including the Wave School, the occasional art, the performance art and the body art. The four core members of the Vienna Action faction are Günter Brus, Otto Mühl, Hermann Nitsch, and Rudolf Schw Arzkogler), active as an activist between 1960 and 1971

Antonin Artaud’s manuscript

②

Therefore, I am interested in a historic movement, the Vienna Action Faction. I think there is a link between invasive thinking and taboo energy in the body. I want to start with the "cruel theater" proposed by Antonin Artaud. Artaud so-called "cruelness" is a kind of performance mode that makes people trapped in some kind of wild and beyond rational consciousness (this is a bit like one of the acts of invasive thinking, shouting suddenly in an unintentional place, which I often do. ) I think quoting Artaud 's description is that "in an extremely familiar situation, a space in the audience's heart is opened by a strange beam of light." In his 1938 book The TheatreandItsDouble, Artaud explained the cruel theater theory by calling for the establishment of a venting theater to replace traditional, rational, elite and suppressing people's emotional feelings. Field, the sound and body movements are developed to the extreme in the ritual way of witchcraft sacrifice, so that the audience can experience an extreme experience like spiritual enlightenment.

For the development of the project, I will conceptually quote invasive thinking, interview this specific group of people, and collect different forms of media expression (perhaps their personal belongings, photos, transcripts, etc.) that are troubled by invasive thinking, and will also go deep into The profound influence of this historic movement of the Vienna Action School on some later behavioral artists is how to inspire them to explore the boundaries of the body, how to break the taboos of the body, and how to release the strength in the body. In today's context, I try to find the connection between those suffering from invasive thinking, whether their thinking is like the Viennaists at that time, some strength in our bodies has been suppressed.

mind-map for connection between Vienna Actionism and Intrusive thoughts

But for intrusive thinking, some scholars suggest (Seif & Winston, 2018) that invasive thinking may only be an extra product generated in our brain's brain stream of consciousness, similar to garbage-like existence. As long as we don't pay too much attention to it, it will eventually disappear.

Herman Netsey's Good Friday Picture 1961

YokoOno, a female artist, uses her body as an artistic medium. Her most famous performance art performance was CutPiece held at Carnegie Hall in New York in 1965. Yoko sat motionless on the stage and asked the audience to come on stage to cut off her clothes one by one until all of them slipped off her. In English, fragments are homophonic with peace, and cutting clothes means destroying peace. Yoko Ono's physical performance exposed the process of human aggression and invasion, tyranny and abuse, and revealed the harm of human nature caused by the tendency of aggression and violence in human social behavior.

blade sheet by me

Francis Bacon: Man and Beast

my hand drawings in Royal academy of arts

Since then, Deluz has further put forward the Alto-style "body withoutorgan" theory. In 1989, he used Francisco Bacon's fleshy picture as an example to explain the body theory of resisting all institutional constraints. It can be seen that since the 1990s, contemporary artistic practice and theory have once again turned to the body, which is not accidental. This turn means that the real feeling from the body has finally broken the simulation image of shielding reality in the post-modernist period, allowing people to touch a real and humanized world again.

Essentially, invasive thinking also affects symptoms such as obsessive-compulsive disorder and acrophobia.

③ I have done a project about height phobia before, which is the most important thing for me to print.Like profound. In fact, this is not high-fear, but more about the stability of death. I don't have much sense of fear of heights, physiological reactions, etc., and fear of falling. I studied this.The cause of fear and the possibilityInspired by the explanation: Acrophobia will have a strange counterintuitive effect: let yourself fall into the depths of panic and willingly jump down. Researchers have found that no matter where they are, people will overestimate their longitudinal height, which may be one-third to twice as much.2. But people can usually accurately estimate the horizontal distance. Overestimation of vertical distance will make high places more terrible for some people: Professor Stefanucci and others have found that the higher the fear, the higher the estimated vertical distance, which also escalates their fears and forms a vicious circle 3. So I did different perspective experiments. At the same time as structural development, I have developed the fabrics of my project based on this. The artwork in this project adopts clothing.Materials that are not common in production. I mix epoxy resin a and b glue on cardboard. Then turn the cardboard to make the glue flow. In order to imitate the trauma of multiple layers of skin, I used a hot fan and realistic fake blood. To enrich the details, I use plastic straws as veins, and then use epoxy resin to fix their positions. Make a blurred visual effect of people falling from a high place and falling behind the ground.