#baby's first creeper death

[blu3cl0v3rs]

Summary: Jay introduces Morro to video games

Warnings: Swearing, white jokes (Jay gets called a pasty dough boy)

Prompt: "Welcome to the future."

Extra: Storm siblings(ish) content from me?? More likely than you'd think. Kinda surprised it took me 10 days to make a oneshot about them. Set in a generic "Revived Morro living w/ Ninja" AU between seasons 12 and 13.

Jay put some weirdly shaped plastic remote into my grasp, and held a duplicate in his own hands. It had two weird mushroom-y shaped things he called "thumbsticks" and an assortment of buttons of varying shapes and sizes. There were two ridges that aligned with where I'm pretty sure my hands should be. I assumed it was correct, as it's the same way Jay's holding it.

"...and what makes these things so great?" I ask boredly, tempted to toss the thing just to scare the brunette.

Speaking of him, Jay dramatically held his chest as if I'd stabbed him.

"Do not worry, Brother of Wind, I will show you the way of gaming," Jay spoke like he was in one of those weird romantic tragedies he loved to watch with the Wat- Nya, his hand stretched towards me.

I pursed my lips and shifted his hand away, "Whatever you say."

The freckled man then launched headfirst into a long winded explanation of the importance and history of gaming, most of which went right over my head. The only video games around before I died I never played because they seemed so trivial. I mean, why would you play a digitized version of ping pong? It felt pointless. Plus, Wu was all stingy about technology usage.

"-and did I tell you about how I totally saved the world one time from a video game progra- hey, are you listening?" Jay waved his hand in front of my face.

"I don't think he needed a run down on your video gaming journey, Jay," Cole called from his spot on a beanbag. The other Ninja were similarly splayed over another beanbag, the couch, or the floor as Jay and I sat on cushions in front of the most pixelated TV I've seen in my entire existence.

Today was their "Game Night", and when I had made the foolish mistake to ask what a video game was, well I ended up here.

"Yeah, Jay, I'm pretty sure all you gotta do is explain the buttons and the objective of the game and he's all set," Kai said absentmindedly as he peered over Lloyd's shoulder to watch him play something called Minecraft. Something about a revolution and "enjoying hobbies again". I didn't really want to know.

"I know that, Kai. Anyways, Morro," my head flicked towards him and he held up the controller to my view, then he proceeded to explain the buttons. I mimicked his finger positions on the remote in my hands to memorize it.

"Alright, so since you're just starting out on your gaming journey, we should start with-"

"Just start him on Minecraft," Lloyd shouted, before aggressively clicking a button.

"Yeah, get that creeper!" Kai cheered. What the fuck is a creeper?

Jay seemed to momentarily pout, before just agreeing with the blonde. He loaded up the game and created what he called the "only real way to play Minecraft", which was apparently a normal level Survival world. Whatever that meant.

As Lloyd argued with Jay about how "playing in Creative mode was superior", I messed around to see what was so interesting about this game.

I had… uhh, what did they call it- oh, "spawned" in a forest that resembled a very blocky birch forest. For some reason, you have to destroy the leaves in order to move past them, which didn't exactly make sense. I eventually got bored of wandering, and just started hitting stuff. I discovered when you hit the trees long enough it would give you a piece of the tree. Weird thing was that the tree floated instead of falling over like it would in the real world. At first I thought the game wasn't working properly, but after doing it to like five trees I realized.

My bar on the right was getting low. It looked kind of like a bunch of chicken legs. Did that mean my character was getting hungry? I think I saw an animal earlier, maybe I could kill it and get food? I wandered a bit until I found some pink moving thing that somewhat resembled a pig.

"Hey Morro, you're low on your hunger bar, go kill that pig," Zane helpfully pointed out.

I nodded, and swatted the pig. I guess I should've expected it to run, as it dashed away. I clunkily followed, attempting to hit it as I chased it.

My attempts were not very successful, but my meager hits were enough to barely kill it.

I shifted my, uhh, hotbar – that's what it was called – over to the pork I had collected.

"Wa-wa-wait! Hold on!" Jay yelled. "Have you been playing this entire time?!" He looked shocked.

"Why no, the game's been possessed and is moving on its own free will- yeah, I was playing," I deadpanned the freckled brunette.

"That is not what you should be focused on, Jay, HE WAS ABOUT TO EAT RAW PORK!" Cole shouted offendedly.

Everyone craned to look at me. I simply shrugged, "I just started."

"Well, you have some wood, so click the yellow 'Y' button to open your inventory and whatnot," Kai said.

"It's not yellow, it's orange," Jay argued.

"Doesn't matter, it's the 'Y' button regardless," Cole butted in before he shoved some chips in his mouth.

"Shut up Cole, you're colorblind," Jay growled.

"And suddenly my colorblind opinions don't count, all because a white man said so-"

"I'M HALF FILIPINO!"

"Don't worry, Jay, you'll always be our pasty dough boy," Nya chuckled as she stroked his curls.

"I'm being bullied for my race," Jay complained.

"If none of you explain what I'm supposed to do I will just eat this raw," I state as I got bored studying the new screen that appeared.

"See the four darker gray boxes in the upper right corner? Put the logs you got into there. You'll get planks on the other side of the arrow; click on those until you can't get anymore."

P.I.X.A.L. instructed me through making a "crafting table" and using it to make a pickaxe. Zane then took over explaining how to mine and craft a furnace, then they all dramatically celebrated as I made and ate my first piece of pork, Kai even whipped out his phone to record that moment.

This felt ridiculous. But fun. Ridiculous, but fun. Until-

BANG!

"Ninjas.go was blown up by Creeper

Score: 53"

"What… the fuck was that." I glared at the red tinted screen.

"That was a creeper. They're these weird green four legged things that explode when you get two close," Lloyd replied.

"Are they real?"

"Nope, just in the wonderful game that is Minecraft. Along with Enderman and Golems and the like."

"Welcome to the future," Jay joked.

[bratbby333]

gamer!bf sukuna drabble

·:*¨༺ nsfw mdni ༻¨*:·

gamer!bf sukuna who is always sat at his desk, shooting at something

gamer!bf sukuna who will lose track of time and play for hoursss, not even acknowledging your existence until you interrupt his game play with dinner

gamer!bf sukuna who buys you your own gaming set up after catching you playing on his computer when you think he isn't home (he positions your new monitor and gaming chair right next to his)

gamer!bf sukuna who laughs in your face when you ask if he wants to play minecraft with you (how dare you recommend something that isn't violent? silly little thing. do you even know him?)

"so childish... why the fuck would i play that?"

gamer!bf sukuna who feels bad after you pout at him for making fun of you, reluctantly agreeing to play fortnite (the tamest game he'll play)

gamer!bf sukuna who is never not yelling at someone through his headset

"you stupid fuck! ask your mother how my dick tastes"

gamer!bf sukuna who loves when you pull up a chair to watch him play

gamer!bf sukuna who let's you sit in his lap, the controller in your hands with his hands over yours, pushing the buttons for you... the elated grin on your face when you finally kill someone makes his dick hard

"baby! i did it! i got him!" "that's my good girl, now let me reward you"

gamer!bf sukuna who loves that you play animal crossing at your desk next to him while he plays cs:go and valorant, you eventually put on your noise canceling headphones because he won't stop screaming

"what the actual FUCK was that? you're trash. GET OUT OF MY LOBBY"

gamer!bf sukuna who finally agrees to play minecraft with you after weeks of begging, enjoying it more than he thought he would (the face you make when he finally says yes causes his heart flutter just a little bit... but he'll never tell you that, constantly groaning at how boring it is, but playing it with you for three hours)

he runs around killing creepers and skeletons to quell his homicidal ideations instead of helping you build a house "why the hell would we build a fake house when we're literally sitting in our real one?" so fucking sassy for no reason he'd run around collecting a mob of enemies instead, luring them into a pit before sealing it off and dumping a bucket of lava on them, laughing as they slowly burn to death...bro is insane i stg...

gamer!bf sukuna who let's you wear his headset while he plays a 1v1 in a custom lobby, laughing at his opponents obvious anger and frustration thinking they're losing to you (COD is so misogynistic, and sukuna is thoroughly amused when he gets to put them in their place on your behalf)

gamer!bf sukuna who beams with pride when you start picking up on gaming terms

"that guy sucks, he's just camping", you say, brows furrowed in annoyance. "who the fuck did you learn that word from?" "who do you think i learned it from, dumbass?" you retort, a taunting smile on your lips. he just grins, "god, you're so fuckin' sexy. but drop the attitude before i fuck it outta you."

gamer!bf sukuna who attempts to teach you how to play call of duty, battlefield, and cs:go

"you'll get better, doll. just keep tryin'"

gamer!bf sukuna who refuses to admit that he actually enjoys playing minecraft with you, hoping you'll suggest to play it first

gamer!bf sukuna who looks down from his monitor to see you kneeling under his desk, head between his legs, sucking him off while he's on discord talking to his friends; tangling his hands in your hair, biting the inside of his cheek when you deepthroat him unexpectedly, his hips bucking off his chair. "you dirty fuckin' girl, it's like you want them to hear" he moans out. his friends erupt in laughter after hearing him, but he doesn't want you to stop. exhibitionist!sukuna has entered the chat

"you can stay and listen if you want, at least im gettin' some unlike you virgins"

gamer!bf sukuna who fucks you rough when he loses a game

"god you're so fuckin' tight for me" he groans, his grip tight on your hips. he looks down to watch your pretty pussy suck him in. you squirm, his cock burying itself deeper and deeper inside you with every trust, whining as he pushes your head into the mattress, his strokes unrelenting. "uh uh. don't move...stay right fuckin' there n take this dick, brat."

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

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mourn. intro. (e.w.)

INTRO. 

WORD COUNT: 4.1k

WARNINGS: streetracer!ellie, dealer!oc, backstory lemme cook, parental death, mentions of overdoses, funeral, baby ellie :), oc intro… cackles evilly

A/N: last post til eid lol 

pay zakat. feed a family this ramadan. k!ll zios.

SEPTEMBER, 2009

ANGUISH floods Ellie’s chest as she witnesses decorative rosewood being lowered into the sopping dirt. It’s cinematic; watching herself from a bird’s eye view, floating above her own body. Her brain cranks at an alarming rate. Churning in attempts to convince her that she’s not actually here, staring dead at her mother’s casket. The grass sludges beneath her shoes with every unsteady shuffle of her feet. 

There aren't many people around. Three of her mother’s former work friends, a service dog, and the officiant. They’re hardly acknowledging Ellie; no one would be able to stop her from leaping head-first into the ground due to the lowering clouds. Buried and suffocated by grass and mud, a feast for the maggots, but loved eternally. Every cell in Ellie’s body thrums with anxiety. Just when she trusted that her mother’s health was improving, she woke up, shrouded in ice next to a limp body and an empty pill bottle on the nightstand. The same ones her mother took to sleep throughout the night. 

That was three weeks ago. She doesn’t remember calling 911. 

Her best friend — her only friend is gone. And it’s permanent. This isn’t like how her mother used to scavenge the streets until dawn searching for another job before Ellie woke up. She’s not coming back to crawl into their shared, warm bed, sleep for half an hour, then help her get ready for school. No more oatmeal in the mornings. No laughter. No joy. No symmetry. Ellie’s life is forever scattered. Beaten to death until she’s leaking venomous, black blood.

There’s a man that keeps staring at her with pity: familiarity crushes her every time they lock eyes. She kind of remembers him. Somewhat. She almost forgot her shoes before coming here. He seems more upset than her. At least externally; Ellie’s rotting from the inside. 

Her mother’s chamber is completely submerged underneath dirt within the next few hours. The man from earlier is much closer now. 

She jumps when he whispers, 

I owed your mom a favor. 

OCTOBER, 2009

Ellie hates Joel. Hates her mother for leaving her with him. Hates herself for not being able to save her from the claws of addiction. 

Joel’s home is always silent during the day. He gave Ellie the grace of letting her stay home until the Spring, but it’s too quiet. Music never plays and they never talk, and it’s driving her to madness. The silence makes her itch. 

Until the sun sets. 

She already has trouble sleeping. Her insomnia combined with the thunderous clanking that blares from the garage every night is enough to get her sobbing into her pillow until the sun rises the next morning. One night, the noise had gotten so uncontrollably loud that Ellie barged into the garage to shout every curse she recalled her mom screaming into the phone before bedtime.

She didn't expect, however, to see Joel’s legs extended out from underneath her mom’s wrecked ‘57 Chevrolet. Ellie could hear him grunting as cranking and banging of metal took over the space. 

… What are you doing? 

Joel rolls out from beneath the car on a creeper, face confused and smeared with dark sludge. 

Why’re you up? 

It’s loud. She snaps. Why is her car here. 

Joel sighs. Just trying to fix it up. 

For what. Ellie eyes the cracked windshield. She somehow remembers how a rock hit it on the freeway when she was six. Her mom was livid. She can’t drive it anymore. 

Joel’s face twists uncomfortably. It’s almost comical; the seemingly boiling child stands at a whopping four-foot-three with her fists clenched, burning holes through her bright yellow Spongebob pjs. Her glare sharpens when he mumbles, 

Kid… 

So you stole her freaking car? Her eyes swelter, brows hauled downward and hands in fists. He sits up straight, palms up in surrender, wrench in hand. How’d he even get back into their old house?

No, I — He rushes, She asked me to try n’ get it started again. That’s all. I… I shoulda asked you —

Ellie’s not sure why she’s so enraged, but she’s hollering with a pointed index in his direction, berating him, degrading him with sobbed vulgarities. Pushes him hard when he rises to comfort her. Eyes him with so much disdain that he flinches. 

She hates him. She misses her mom. 

The guest room door slammed shut with the click of a lock. She screamed for her mother for hours. Voice shrieking so loud that the neighbors came knocking after the first fifteen minutes. Cops pounded on Joel’s door and proceeded to conduct a wellness check on the household after an hour. 

Their presence made Ellie swallow her scorn. Ellie’s already received a small taste of what it’s like to be in the system. She vowed to never reenter as if her life depended on it. 

NOVEMBER, 2009

Joel made Ellie chocolate chip pancakes for her birthday. 

Breakfast is silent, per usual. Light clinks of utensils on silverware and breathing are the only proof of life in the room. Ellie refuses to touch the squared slices of pineapple. It was her mother’s favorite, despite her complaints of an itchy mouth after every juicy piece. 

Your mom and I… 

Ellie pauses, skeptic eyes connecting with Joel’s. He’s treading light, she can tell. The nerves in his fingers are evident; The sorrow in his eyes suffocates her. Joel’s gaze drops onto his plate at the scrutiny he receives from across the table. 

She’s a good friend of mine, He mutters before his lips turn downward. Was. 

Ellie snorts humorlessly, Way to rub it in. 

Joel’s eyes flutter shut as he sighs, I’m… Sorr—

Were you the one she told? Her tone is sharp. Unforgiving. I heard her on the phone a few days before she did it. 

A storm flurries in the man’s gaze. A familiar one; It’s identical to when she would catch her mother in the middle of night talking to herself with a bottle in her hand. The winds in his pupils take her back to one of the darkest times of Ellie’s life. Maybe they were closer than she assumed. They look identical when they’re guilty. 

I didn’t—

But he did. He’ll never forget being on the other line with Ellie’s mother as she attempted to keep her cries to a minimum. Her croaked wails terrified him. Left wounds in his chest as his heart raced. I can’t do this to her, She’d said, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t! … Please… You owe me…

Joel did what he could over the phone. Made promises to her that he couldn’t keep, reaffirmed how much Ellie loved her. How badly she needed her mother, and eventually eased her sobs into pained whimpers. He believed the calmness she exuded prior to ending the call was a sign of understanding of her importance, but it wasn’t. Her mind and body merely accepted her fate. She was dead two mornings after. 

And Ellie was a witness to it all. 

Ellie’s eyes roll and sickness floods her, so she stands, You’re a liar. When you’re ready to tell the truth… You know where I am. She doesn’t bother to push her chair in, clean her dishes, pause at his calls of her name. Her feet stomp through the hallway, marrow searing beneath her skin. The guest room door slams shut and she breaks, guarded by the plainness of the beige walls while tears flow. 

She knows he knew. Why else would her mother leave her with him? 

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When Ellie got up to use the restroom hours later, she nearly tripped over a teddy bear holding a birthday cake. With candles. She’s never received a gift before. 

She doesn’t tell him that she slept for an hour with it hugged to her chest. 

The noises in the garage halt for a week. Ellie still can’t fall asleep. Joel has the same problem, she’s discovered. She finds him sprawled out on the couch one night, burning holes through the roof with a picture frame in his arms. She watches him silently for some time, perched behind the main wall of the hallway. 

Hey. 

Joel’s acknowledgement earns a gasp followed by scuffling, and he snorts. He sits up and sets the dusty frame on the cushion in front of him, noting how awful Ellie is at hiding; It makes him smile. Barely, but he’s endeared; Her entire arm was exposed. He can even see her duck-shaped slippers from where she’s tucked behind the wall. 

Ellie. 

She doesn’t come out, and he sighs. His heart twists painfully when he hears a wet sniffle. He’s up and moving when a guttural sob echoes from the hallway, crouching down in front of Ellie with her knees squeezed into her heaving chest. Joel’s heart cracks at her flushed cheeks drenched in salt. Talking won’t calm her, he knows it, but he’s unsure of what else to do. Ellie… isn’t an emotional kid, but he hushes her, attempts to cradle, apologizes softly. 

But when her wet eyes pinch open, she unravels and falls into him completely. Her arms squeeze around his neck in a deadly grip and she cries and coughs and whines for her mother. Joel holds her just as tightly as she hangs off him. 

We're gonna be fine, sweetheart. He mumbles, and he feels her head shake in denial, tucked in the crook of his neck. His knees wobble, and a soothing hand rises to caress the back of her head; He's never seen a kid this hopeless. It makes him wonder. 

What the hell did she witness in that house? 

Ellie’s always struggled to fall asleep alone. 

Her need to be coddled to dreamland was always a mystery to her mother. Skin-to-skin was a normal trait for infants, toddlers, maybe even a little over, but at age ten? Eleven, and unable to fall asleep without the feeling or knowledge of a loved one present? There was only one time where she recalled her mother carrying her to her own room to rest, but the second the door clicked shut, she was up. Awake. Alert and exposed to harm. Or, at least that’s what she convinced herself. 

She crawled into her mother’s bed minutes later and snoozed throughout the entire night. She didn’t hear the end of it when the sun rose. 

Joel doesn’t berate her, though. 

I can’t sleep by myself, she’d said to him after she calmed from her breakdown in the living room. They’d sat on the couch as he rubbed a comforting palm down her back, her small ones coming up to wipe her wet cheeks. 

How come? 

She scoffed, Scared of the dark, I guess? I dunno. I just can’t. 

Joel hummed in understanding. 

I’m like that, too. Sometimes. 

Ellie snickered wetly, You’re old, though. It’s not the same. 

Joel scoffed and snatched his hand away in mocked hurt. I’m not old! 

The gray hairs say otherwise! 

That night was the first time they ever laughed together. The first time Ellie laughed since her mother’s death, and it carried on until she knocked out beside him on the couch. 

For Joel, though, he couldn’t rest. Not when Ellie favored his daughter that much. Whenever he feels as though he’s progressing, letting go of grief, something life changing — disastrous — forces him right back to square one. Meeting Ellie was one of those moments. He tried to keep his weeping to a minimum as he held her sleeping form, eyes glued to the picture of him hugging his baby after her first soccer win. 

DECEMBER, 2009

It’s New Year’s Eve, and Ellie’s trapped inside the garage with Joel. 

Watching him tweak her mother’s vehicle has aided her raging boredom… To a certain degree. When he starts getting nerdy and raving about car parts, she tunes him out, despite the slight interest she’s taken with underneath the hood. 

The connecting wires, the bolts, the valves and cranks and this manual makes absolutely zero sense—

Can you stop dillydallyin’ around n’ hand me that? 

Ellie’s gobsmacked reading is paused when she passes Joel the manual, dark sludge-covered hands staining the fading paper. She cringes. 

Ellie watches silently as Joel inspects the contents, nodding to himself as his eyes flicker from the vehicle to the booklet, mapping out his next moves of attack. His eyes sparkle and curiosity sparks in her. 

Did you fix it? 

Joel only murmurs to himself, and Ellie’s eyes roll. She inches closer to him and waves a hand in front of his eyes. Hellooo? Is it gonna start? 

… I think so, kid. His head shakes in disbelief, If I can get that transmission replaced, it might be alright. 

Ellie’s brows furrow… What on earth is a transmission? 

I’ve been workin’ on cars for a while. I can tell you now that finding such an essential part for a model this old is gonna be tough. Might cost me an arm n’ leg. 

Ellie shrugs, You’ll figure it out, old man. 

He stares down at her blankly, Gee, thanks. Hand me that wrench, assistant. 

Ellie mocks glee on her skip to the rolling cart, Gosh golly dang, does this mean I’m hired? 

He jokingly snatches the tool from her extended hand. Little bugger. And just like that, you’re not gettin’ paid. How’s it feel to be outta funds? 

WAAAAAAA—

Ellie’s fake wails earn her a deep holler. 

Ellie oversees Joel until the clock strikes twelve, following his line of vision on every rusted compartment of the vehicle. Stood attentively at his side as he pointed out the carefully crafted machinery, listing their parts despite Ellie’s protest of forgetfulness. There are so many names for everything; Building cars seems so complicated, but curiosity sparks in her. She starts to think: maybe cars aren’t so boring. 

Another sleepless night for the both of them; Might as well commit to movie night. Fireworks are still going off in the small neighborhood hours later. The booming colors in the sky makes Joel's teeth grind. Reminds him of the time he took Sarah to Santa Monica Pier. 

Joel? 

Mhm? 

… What favor did you owe my mom? 

Thickness builds in his throat the second Ellie mentions her. He sets the large bowl of chocolate-doused popcorn onto the coffee table, reaching for the remote to turn the movie down. Not off, down. Ellie hates feeling like she’s being scolded. 

Joel doesn’t look at her, but her eyes are glued on the side of his face. 

Umm… He scratches his face, Did your mom ever mention me to you? Ellie denies with a hum. 

Joel’s mind whirs back to the first time he met Anna: sophomore year. He was exhausted, drained, barely making it, but despite being miserable, he still cared deeply for his education. He studied until his eyes burned, jotted down notes until his hand cramped and the librarian was gently urging him to head home. 

She… We were friends in college. He fonds, We met at an ice cream truck. 

Weird. Ellie notes causally, She hates dairy. 

… Yeah. She does. Joel coughs to mask the brokenness in his voice. 

Anna was… a genius, to put it lightly. Academically gifted to an intimidating degree. Her mind was a camera; She’d scan one excerpt from the thickest novel once and still manage to repeat it word for word years later. They had comms together; Her voice sounded like tweeting birds whenever she recited her prepared speech like it was nothing. She was an emotional speaker, entranced everyone in the room, and always ended with a question that forced students and professors to self-reflect. Joel wouldn’t call it a crush… Merely admiration. Envy. He was motivated whenever he left comms. 

He’ll never forget the image of her, sweating and worn, carrying what seemed like a twenty-pound backpack — all stuffed with calculus books — while ordering a can of Sprite from the humming, beaten down truck. Anna didn’t leave after the vendor handed her the soft drink. She simply turned to Joel, inspected him from head to toe, and turned back to the vendor. 

I’ll cover whatever he gets, too. With a thumb aimed at him. He nearly choked. 

A free snow cone couldn’t halt the racing in his chest. 

I know what you are. 

What, He questioned without a stutter. 

You fix cars? Anna quirked a brow at him. Joel’s brows pull downward. How did she know that? He’s fixed one car since he’s been enrolled. His buddy pulled up in front of his dorm asking for a windshield repair. But he shrugs, feigning nonchalance. I dunno. 

The green-eyed girl scoffs and sips from her nearly emptied can. 

You down to replace a tire? Some jackass thought it would be funny to leave a rusty nail in our parking lot. 

Our. She must have roommates… or lives where he does, he thinks. For how much? Not a beat missed. 

Her shoulders lift, I dunno. How much does a tire cost? 

Depends on the model. What d’you drive?

A chevy. Don’t ask the year, I’m not sure. It was a hand-me-down. 

A slight pause between them before Anna suggests with a sigh,

Come see ‘er. 

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Thar she blows. 

Joel can’t help but snicker at the woman in front of him, posing right next to her teetered vehicle. It’s quite charismatic; the bright pink bumper stickers, the crisp turquoise paint job, the slight scratch on the trunk. It’s nice. Classically vintage; it suits her. 

A beauty, he notes with his eyes locked onto Anna’s. She gives a hum in agreement. 

Revive her, if ya don’t mind. I’m desperate and can’t sue, so. Joel nods and inspects the damage on her tire. The air is nearly fully gone, and it’s making her drive slump. 

Tire shouldn’t be more than thirty-five… Gonna have to head home for some stuff. Willing to wait an hour? When he turns to her, they’re shoulder to shoulder. 

Anna smirks, Whatever you need, mechanic. 

My dad, Joel corrects, He taught me the basics when I was like… twelve. 

Her voice lowers, Good on him… Earned me a discount, eh? A hand claps down on his shoulder and gives it an encouraging squeeze, and he revs to life. 

He swears the tips of his ears are red hot, Sure… minus that deposit. I needa twenty for emotional damages. 

Fuck off. Her eyes are soft, Might never go to the shop again. You’re officially my car fixer-upper. Fuck these grease-balls n’ their price spikes. 

Joel snorts, You get into that many goddamn accidents? 

She leans in closer, and his throat closes. Slams shut. Turns to dust. 

You’ll find out, mechanic.

That’s why you’re spending so much time on it, Ellie notes at Joel’s retelling before a harsh gasp escapes her. Dude, were you in love with my mom or somethin’?

The man stutters and coughs, No — what? I told you she was a frien—

Ellie snickers with a judgmental point, Yeaaah, yeaaah, I know how these things go. You sucker! 

What the hell — I’m not a sucker… And what things—

Anna and Joeeel sitting in a tree! — 

A pillow smacks Ellie dead in the face, and she topples over in cackles. Joel rubs deep in his temples. Ellie would’ve loved Sarah. Two little bullies who feast on his suffering. 

No more storytelling. I’m going to bed. 

You can’t! Remember? Ellie hollers as tears fall from her eyes. She coos at Joel when he lifts himself off the couch and down the hall, trying to mask his small smile. 

Aww! C’mon, old man, it was a joke! 

I can’t wait for you to go back to school, ya vermin! 

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An exhausted Ellie creeps into Joel’s room half an hour later. She sighs in relief when she doesn’t hear snoring. Her mom was the worst when she was tired. She tiptoes across the carpeted floors until she’s in front of the unoccupied side of the mattress, stealthily adjusting the blankets and pulling back the sheets. 

She slowly manages to tuck herself in, fixing the pillows so her head rests on the cold side of the case, exhaling happily at the warmth defrosting her limbs. 

The second she dozed off, she yanked to consciousness by raspy sarcasm. Her eyes roll underneath her lids.

You can’t, either. Joel croaks, Remember?

JANUARY, 2010

Five days until school. Five days until misery. Five days until… strangers. Ellie’s skin crawls whenever she thinks about being an enclosed space with snot-nosed boys and soggy lunches. 

And math… Gross. 

Joel has been more than willing to postpone Ellie’s enrollment whenever she becomes anxious, but she always denies his requests. She’s grown to like Joel, but… he’s not the best teacher, especially social studies. Reviewing one of her old packets nearly gave him an aneurysm. She can’t afford to be homeschooled by him. 

What's been the best distraction from her impending doom? 

Binge watching Cars for the billionth time… And helping Joel patch up that blue Chevy. 

They celebrated their first victory last night for repairs, at least: Joel stuck and twisted the key to start up the engine, and it managed to stutter to life. For less than five seconds. The headlights barely came on and an old Foreigner record broke through the crackly speaker. They rejoiced with the brightest smiles as their hands slapped the dashboard before the vehicle crashed out once more. 

A glimmer of hope. A chance for reconnection. Anna’s sending them messages. The joy in that car shifted to grievance; Joel had to cradle Ellie in his lap as she wept into his shoulder. 

But there’s hope. Ellie wanted nothing more than to get this car working after that. Duty calls, though, and the alarm’s coming from a backpack. 

You got this, kid. Stop stressin’. 

Ellie, without a doubt in her mind, does not got this. 

Screaming children, muddy slides, bloody band aids; they’re all on the other side of that office door. Her worst nightmare has come to life, and she desires nothing more than to hide out in her mom’s car forever. The bag strapped around her shoulders matches the weight of a body. She refuses to let go of Joel’s hand as he speaks with the giggly receptionist who’s too happy to see him (what the hell), but it's okay; he’s holding hers just as tightly. Just as paranoid, apparently. 

She’ll be with Mrs. Lawson for the remainder of the year. Ellie hears the receptionist say over her pounding heart, She’s incredible! I’m sure they'll develop an amazing bond. 

Ellie’s palms are sweltering. Joel must feel it because his thumb nuzzles into her wrist. She’s not built for this. Maybe returning so soon wasn’t a great idea. She can’t do this without her mom. 

Cool backpack, Spidey, is said from behind her, and she stiffens instantly. 

She has a Spider-man backpack. 

Hush. An older man’s voice replies. Sounds strained. Stressed, but he only receives a light snicker from her in return. 

Ellie watches with squinted eyes as a young girl gets escorted towards the front of the office by… the principal, she assumes? He seems fancy in his suit slacks. 

You stay right here until I get your uncle on the phone, The suited man is stern towards the girl, who plops down on one of the waiting chairs. Backpack and all, You can explain to him how you swore at a teacher. I’m not dealing with this from you today. 

M’kay, Mr. Harris. 

Ellie observes the entire scene indiscreetly. Her stares are obvious, glued to the clearly agitated dean who stomps into his office. 

Where’d you get your backpack? 

Ellie’s stunned at your sudden whisper. She shocks herself when she quietly stutters,

Um… Walmart? 

You smile, I like it. I want one. 

Ellie simply nods, but gets paused before she can redirect her attention to Joel. 

Are you new? Your voice grows quieter when you look over your shoulder. Right at the principal’s door. I am, too. I just moved schools. 

This shocks the brunette. The new year just started, and you're already locked in the office with evidently angry staff. 

Yeah… I’m new. 

Something in your grin shifts. Ellie’s nails lock into Joel’s hand. … Interesting— 

Young lady! Did Mr. Harris give you permission to speak? 

You audibly ponder like the attendance clerk asked you to solve a riddle. 

No, ma’am. I apologize. 

Then hush. Not another word. 

Ellie watches you fold your hands politely, twiddling your thumbs. Your eyes don’t leave her backpack. 

Ready, kiddo? 

Her eyes finally reconnect with Joel’s, encouraging and chocolate, and she nods. He guides her to the office exit where her new life resides. Before their departure, she can’t help but take one last respectful glance over her shoulder. She finds you staring with a quirked lip and your wrist outstretched like your shooting spider webs at her. Ellie jerks her head forward and releases the breath she’s been holding. 

What a weirdo. 

tagggiiiiessss :3: @inf3ct3dd @fleshunger @sawaagyapong @elliesbitchh @aouiaa @elliesatchel @williamellieslilho @elliewilliamgfooc @bready101 @myluvforstarz

[usgsnajs]

Demise 2.0 standings as of episode 1👍 (I watched literally every perspective for this)

Other people have already done this but I didn’t see any that had everything I wanted to see on a list, so I made one for myself lol

Ghost: Cub, Doc, Grian, Impulse

Reaper: Beef, Cleo, Etho, Gem, Jevin, Keralis, Ren, Scar, Skizz, Tango

Alive: Bdubs, False, Hypno, Iskall, Joe Hills, Joel, Mumbo, Pearl, Stress, Wels, Xb, Xisuma

Wildcard: Zedaph

More detailed notes about everyone below

Stuff inside [ ] is how they died

Beef: Reaper [Impaled by a drowned]

Bdubs: Alive

Cleo: Reaper [accidentally broke block from under her and fell into lava]

Cub: Ghost [shot by skeleton while caving] -killed Scar-

Doc: Ghost [didn’t jump up high enough and got killed by an iron golem] -killed Tango

Etho: Reaper [got blown up by a sneaky creeper]

False: Alive

Scar: Reaper [accidentally opened a chest from Cub he knew was trapped]

Grian: Ghost [pushed off ledge by baby zombie while caving] -killed Gem

Gem: Reaper [launched by Grian’s fishing rod]

Hypno: Alive

Impulse: Ghost [shot by skeleton after digging straight down because Grian suggested it] -killed Skizz

*fun fact: he was the first out and the first to commit murder

Iskall: Alive

Jevin: Reaper [shot by skeleton while caving]

Joel: Alive

Joe Hills: Alive

Keralis: Reaper [punched an iron golem]

Mumbo: Alive

Pearl: Alive

Ren: Reaper [Blown up by creeper while sorting chests]

Stress: Alive

Skizz: Reaper [killed after Impulse punched him off a cliff]

Tango: Reaper [Doc dropped an anvil on his head]

Wels: Alive

xB: Alive

Xisuma: Alive (somehow)

Zedaph: ??? [burned to death while fighting a zombie] -his name has the color of ghosts but he didn’t kill anyone?? So he might just not be playing

*fun fact! He did not acknowledge demise at all in his video :D*

*Additional fun fact! Both Bdubs and Etho said in their videos that they didn’t actually know what the victory prize was lol*

Please god I hope I got everyone

[wither-and-thither]

I think I should expose people to my mob player headcanons.

Basically, it’s a tangling of code, like when I try to pull out my purple skein from the yarn crate and pull out five skeins at the same time on accident. Maybe your dad keeps getting repeatedly killed by creepers? There’s a good chance you’ll be part creeper, since traces of his death are left in his code. Maybe your mom runs an industrial scale flower farm? You might be born with flowers growing out of you, since she’s got flowers threaded into her code from being around them so much.

Maybe your parent is a Warden with such a high body count that when you budded out of the mycelium you had human eyes and opposable thumbs, and you had to fucking run because there’s enough Player in your fungus to register as an Intruder. You’ve never seen the sun before.

Maybe your parent’s village was obliterated by Withers and when you screamed your first baby scream the flowers in the flowerbox blackened and died.

Builders eat Redstone because it’s on their hands and everything they touch, including their pantries. Their children eat redstone as essential nutrients and have been known to vampirically drain auto farms through sheer force of hangry.

[panda-wearing-pants]

Life Series if it was regular hardcore (season 2)

Rule change: All final deaths count

Ep 1

17: Grian (Bdubs)

Ep 2

16: Mumbo (Piglin Brute/Lava)

15: Joel (Lizzie/pit trap)

14: Lizzie (Baby Zombie)

Ep 4

13: Skizz (Ren)

12: Cleo (BigB)

11: Bdubs (Blaze)

Ep 5

10: Scar (Etho)

Ep 6

9: Impulse (Scott)

Ep 7

8: Jimmy (final death)

7: BigB (Pearl/Trapped chest)

6: Tango (Martyn)

Ep 8:

5: Etho (Creeper)

4: Pearl (Skeleton)

3: Martyn (Scott)

2: Ren (Scott/Zombie)

1: Scott

The final four get the same placement, as well as Mumbo

The final three are eliminated the same way as in the real Last Life

Grian and Joel both go down 10 places

Average score for first two seasons (score is the percent of other members a player did better than):

BigB and Pearl: 81.25

Etho: 79.81

Martyn: 78.37

Scott: 76.92

Impulse: 71.15

Ren: 66.11

Tango: 57.45

Cleo: 54.09

Jimmy: 45.51

Grian: 30.77

Bdubs: 26.44

Scar: 21.88

Lizzie: 18.75

Joel: 17.79

Skizz: 16.35

Mumbo: 6.25

[uzurakis]

ok ok ok hc (obvi had to do my bbygirl choso):

i think he’s into video games but mostly like first person shooters (bro is absolutely cracked at valorant) but i am bad at them so to appease me we play minecraft together (but i’m still lowkey scared of the mobs lmao)

a loud scream escapes your lips as you frantically back away in the game, your character spinning wildly. “FUCK. CHOSO—BABY, CREEPER!” you shout, voice high-pitched with panic. “IT’S GONNA EXPLODEEEE!!!”

choso glances at your screen, his expression calm and slightly amused. “just kill it, babe,” he says, barely reacting to the danger.

“I CAN’T?!?!” you yell back, your character now backed into a corner. the creeper edges closer, its hissing growing louder.

your guy sighs, shaking his head with a small smile. “fine, i’ll do it.” his eyes still on the screen. “you know, you could just practice killing them. it’s really not that hard.”

you give him a death glare. “easy for you to say, mr. unfazed-by-creepers.”

he grins, nudging you with his elbow. “maybe we should build a safer base so you don’t have to deal with mobs so much.”

“orr you could just keep killing them for me,” you suggest, batting your eyelashes at him dramatically.

and choso laughs, “ya know, you’re lucky you’re cute.”

[minecraftbookshelf]

Traffic Life Scars: SolidarityGaming

Welcome to my series of MS Paint diagrams following the headcanon/concept that every minecraft death leaves a scar, and while most of those do not continue past the end of the server, the final deaths leave permanent marks on the cubito. (And also some other deaths that have significant impact on the story, the cubito, or both.) I did take some creative license with the deaths, mostly in the sense of figuring out ways to handle Fall Damage in a slightly more RL context, as well as figuring out approximately where final blows would fall based on the respective positioning of the cubitos in question. Content Warning for general blunt but vague descriptions of varying injuries and ways to die, including but not limited to shattered bones, impaling, and disintegration. This project has also shown some interesting patterns in how some of them tend to die. On with the show!

I will be posting the updated versions of these as the players of Secret Life die, on the Sunday after the episodes go out. So there will be spoilers. If that wasn't immediately obvious.

Third Life: Skizz shot him while he was trying to flee the desert bunker and my headcanon for that has always been that it caught him in the throat.

Last Life: He died to fall damage trying to escape from Grian (after accidentally initiating combat by jokingly hitting him with a baked potato) He fell from the roof of Mumbo's house down into a space by some wooden stairs, and with the angle it looked like he would have hit the side of his head on the edge of the stairs. So that's what he did :)

Double Life: He has a faded and slightly smaller version of Tango's creeper scars from their first death. This one stuck around for its combined significance of being the first deaths on the server and also how they found each other. For their final death he was killed by an enderman. According to Mr. Gaming himself he visualized that as being strangled by the enderman so, there we go.

Limited Life: Fall damage again, on the other side of his head this time, he landed on rock after falling/being pushed off of/whichever version you prefer Skynet.

Secret Life: He is free! The curse is broken and he died second! Baby steps. He was blasted to kingdom come by Etho's Dishwasher, who happens to be a warden. Since posting the original versions of these I've decided that Warden deaths leave a skulk mark as a scar, and for the sonic blasts those look kind of like a starburst on the torso.

RIP Jimmy Solidarity, forever a canary in our hearts.

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[BdoubleO100] [Bigbst4tz2] [Ethoslab] [Geminitay] [GoodTimesWithScar] [Grian] [ImpulseSV] [InTheLittleWood] [LDShadowLady] [Mumbo Jumbo] [PearlescentMoon] [Renthedog] [Skizzleman] [Smajor1995] [Smallishbeans] [TangoTek] [ZombieCleo]

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Masterpost 28

General asks

S/O breaks a bone and puts it back like it's nothing (UT characters)

Tetris game is insulting skeleton (UT Papyrus, US Sans, UF Papyrus, HT Papyrus, FSG Papyrus)

S/O wants to take things slow until they ask if they can kiss skeleton (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O made a big mess in the kitchen (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O sings their love to skeleton but it's death metal (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Someone disrespects skeleton's trans boy/girlfriend (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton's kid wants to dress him like a doll (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O and skeleton propose to each other at the same time (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O was a professional dancer younger but injured themselves (HT, HS, HF, DaT, DF Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton's relationship with Toriel's and Asgore's new heir (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton's child is scared of the monster under the bed, except it's real (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O has ADHD (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O accidentally burns the camp while they're camping (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O is smart but is a dumbass (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

A random man intrudes their yard by digging a hole in the middle of it (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton turns into an animal for a day (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O lets baby clothes in all the house to tell skeleton they want to have/adopt a baby (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O's family member tells they are eating too much at a family dinner (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Skeleton's lets his brother take care of his kid while he's on a trip (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O tells him he's going to be a father, but actually they adopted a dog (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

S/O falls asleep on them on the couch (UT Grillby)

S/O squeals when they're scared (SF Papyrus)

S/O's ex is royalty and doesn't like monsters (UT, US, UF Sans)

S/O fights someone who doesn't like monsters (UT, US, UF Sans)

First kiss headcanons (UT, US, UF Sans)

Creeper and people who likes touching him (MT Papyrus)

Underfell Mettaton headcanons (UF Mettaton)

Doomfanger adopts a human baby out of nowhere (UF Sans & Papyrus)

A monster has a crush on their human child (UT, UF Toriel)

S/O is a crybaby (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Space-loving S/O gets abducted by aliens for a few years (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus + HS Papyrus, OT Sans)

Skeleton's walk in a bear trap and breaks his ankle (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Moody teenager rejects skeleton as a father after an argument (UT, US, UF, HT, SF, FSG Sans & Papyrus)

Character's friend brings their boyfriend Jerry to a dinner (UT characters)

Character building event

How often do they show their genuine emotions (MT, MF Sans & Papyrus + DaT Papyrus)

Can they cry on demand (UT, US, SF, FSG Papyrus)

How would they respond to being fired (UT Sans, Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton)

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite (UF Papyrus, HT Sans, SF Sans, FSG Sans)

How loose if their use of "i love you" (MT, MF Sans & Papyrus)

How do they greet someone they like/love (MT, MF Sans & Papyrus)

If invited to a TED talk, what would they talk about (UF, HT Sans & Papyrus)

Tough or gentle love (MT, MF Sans & Papyrus)

Who do they believe without question (UT Sans, Papyrus, Toriel, Undyne)

How do they greet someone they dislike/hate (FSG, MT Sans & Papyrus + DaT Papyrus)

How do they greet someone they like/love (FSG Sans & Papyrus, DaT Papyrus)

What a phrase they say a lot (US Sans, UF Papyrus, HT Sans, HT Papyrus, SF Sans, SF Papyrus)

How loose is their use of "i love you" and positive greetings (SF Sans)

How loosely do they use the word "friend" (UT Papyrus, UF Papyrus, HT Sans, HT Papyrus, D!Papyrus)

How do they greet someone they dislike/hate (HS Sans & Papyrus)

What belief/moral do they stand by that I disagree with (HS Sans & Papyrus + DaT Papyrus)

If someone was impersonating them, how to make the difference (FSG Sans & Papyrus)

How loosely do they use the word "friend" (HS, DaT Sans & Papyrus + OT Papyrus)

Other things

Some cool Undertale blogs to follow

I'm still looking for cool fanfics to read

Matching colours in the Fell AUs

Myfanwi talks

1000 followers!

Happy Valentine's day!

Mjöllnir the Chinzilla

Mjöllnir and his ridiculously large size plushies he likes to walk around

Some precisions about the askblog rules

[dmwrites]

There comes a time when all things return to the earth. In what form? Well, that is up to how kind fate and engineering is, it seems. But all things must go.

This death was kind of fate, perhaps. Set down under an oak tree, in a flower forest filled with soft sunlight and stunning sunsets. It had to be death, Doc could only assume. He had wandered out into the world, lost and utterly confused and occasionally cursing out that pesky bird, until his mechanical bits started shutting down. Some kind of weird freak out, and normally he’d be able to fix it, or at least slap something together long enough to get back home, but that was the whole thing, he wasn’t home, with only some sticks and rocks in his pockets. He’d wandered off, dazed and confused, and now here he was. Broken and dying.

Again, it was, perhaps, a kind way to die. It was pretty, at least. The functioning parts of Doc’s mechanical body had focused their energy on keeping the creeper part of him alive, though various small shocks and some odd version of food. But he’d run out a day ago, and his robotics hung uselessly, a heroic effort. Doc ran the fingers on his working hand over the delicate petals of a flower. His time was running out, he knew that. No one even knew where he was, or couldn’t find him. He closed his eyes.

“What the- DocM baby, what the hell are you doing taking a nap out here?”

Doc’s eyes jolted open, and the sun was being blocked out by the always enormous and always hairy Ren, who looked down at him in confusion. Doc tried to talk, but his throat was too dry to allow it. He gestured weakly to his throat, then his dead mechanical parts.

“Oh goodness, something isn’t right here, is it!” Ren seemed to understand, probably thanks to years of friendship. He pulled a water bottle out of his inventory and knelt down, pouring some into Doc’s mouth. “Woah, your mechanicalage isn’t looking too hot, DocM. And your clothes look almost sun-stained. Wait, how long have you been sitting out here?”

Doc’s voice still wasn’t working, but he nodded, hoping Ren would get the hint. Ren stood up and looked around, and for a wild moment, Doc thought he was going to leave him. A second, even wilder thought that Doc was in fact dead and Ren was his afterlife chased the first one. But then Ren knelt back down and scooped Doc into his arms.

“Listen, you’re not dying on me, okay? I know the way back, but you gotta stay with me, okay?” Ren began to walk, Doc heavy in his arms. “Dude, I’d heard you’d come through that riftage, but we all thought you were off doing some crazy secret redstone thing! I came through the rift late, you know, took some time after all that king stuff, and I’m so glad I found you, baby. Empires has not been kind to you, but I am. You’re my buddy, my Octagon partner! Stay with me, dude.”

And Doc did. The universe wasn’t done with this mad scientist yet.

[bullet-prooflove]

Grief!Series Part Three: Legacy - Bishop Losa x Reader

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You’re drained by the time you make it back to the house, the numbness is setting in along with the exhaustion that comes with a catastrophic emotional event. Your head is too busy, there’s too much to process and right now you can’t face it.

Bishop sees it in your mannerisms. The way your shoulders sink, the lethargy in your movements. He remembers the days that he could barely get himself out of bed in the wake of Aiden’s death.

“Do you want me to stay?” He asks you and you shrug your shoulders because you’re too wrung out to make any decision, no matter how small it is.

“Go sit down.” He tells you, gesturing at the couch. “I’ll make us some tea.”

When he returns he finds you curled up in the furthest corner of the sofa, your eyes closed and your head resting on one of the cushions. He sets the tea down on the coffee table before picking up the soft grey blanket, covered with hundreds of little white stars before draping it over your sleeping form. He takes his time tucking it around you. He picks up his tea and returns to the kitchen, closing the door behind him so that he doesn’t wake you. He sits down at the kitchen table, painted in that bright sunny yellow, his gaze coming to linger on the fridge. He looks at the brightly coloured fridge magnets, ones that he knows some of the kids have bought you and he finds himself smiling.

There’s a couple of drawings done by the children you work with, the schedule for the community centre and that stupid photograph from a couple of weeks ago. The one with the two of you covered in paint from helping Creeper and Nina with the mural outside. He raises to his feet and moves closer to study it, his fingertips playing over the shiny paper. His arm is slung around your shoulders, in his free hand he holds a paintbrush. There’s flecks of orange, yellow and red his beard, he remembers it had taken ages to scrub it out in his bathroom that night. He’s surprised by how happy he looks; he recalls you saying something to make him laugh but he has no idea what it was.

He's felt a lot lighter lately, like he’s finally starting to shed the weight that he’s been carrying around for the past eight years. He can’t pinpoint exactly when that started to happen, but he knows it’s since he’s met you. He feels all those dormant parts of himself starting to come alive. There’s a fire in his belly again, he doesn’t have that sense of dread when the alarm clock goes off. He looks forward to the days ahead, the work he’s doing in the community, the work he’s doing with you.

He returns the picture to its place on the fridge before his gaze snags on something else. He sees his last name on a piece of paper stuck to the surface with a Baby Shark fridge magnet. It’s an invoice for a plaque, a small brass one outlined in darkwood.

The Aidan Losa Children’s Library, the text reads.

There’s an ache in his chest, he feels it deep down in his sternum as he grasps the piece of paper in his fist. His eyes fucking sting as he clutches it to his heart, the air forced out of his lungs. The first sob comes out in a rush, a cathartic exhale of emotion that releases the burden that sits upon his shoulders.

This time the agony is purifying. That darkness, it seems to flood right out of him as the tears roll down his cheeks. He thinks of the joy in Aidan’s face as he tottered after Gruffalo, his hands pressing against the softplay mat as Bishop lay on his stomach urging his son to push himself up. He remembers sitting in that red beanbag, his toddler cradled to his chest as they read The Hungry Caterpillar, Aidan’s tiny hand patting the indigo plum.  

He doesn’t know what you’ve done to him but somehow you’ve managed to strip away all of the fucking guilt and heartache and turn it into something beautiful. He wipes at his eyes with his fingertips, drawing in a shaky breath as he stares down at the piece of paper once more.

He's holding his child’s legacy in his hands, and he has no idea how to thank you.

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[bingbongsupremacy]

The Last Of Us

The Non-romantic/Platonic/Family stories will all have (xchild!reader), (xbaby!reader), or (Platonic)

Ellie Williams

Ellie Williams x Fem Reader : Confessing before being separated for an uncertain period of time

Snow Storm : You and Ellie have hated each other for years. Will one snowy night change that?

Ghosts : You meet the ghost of Ellie Williams, a dead high schooler at Jackson High. Strange way to start off a friendship.

Jinxed : A calm day on patrol suddenly goes wrong.

I'd Give You The World: If Ellie could she'd give you the world.

Bar : Ellie defends you from your disrespectful boyfriend.

The Last Time : No matter how many times say you're gonna stop, you always end up going back.

Patched Up : You patch up Ellie after a long day on patrol.

Hand Holding : You have a crush on Ellie but you're pretty sure she doesn't like you back. Modern AU (They're Teens)

Wedding Bells : You're attending the wedding of your best friend, the girl you're in love with.

Happy Anniversary : An anger filled fight doesn't stop Ellie from Standing up for you.

Don't Let Me Go : After a near death experience, you're afraid for Ellie to leave you alone.

Series

Wish You'd Make Me Cry Pt. 2 Pt. 3 : Summary: From sweethearts to barely talking. Will your relationship survive? Completed

How To Kiss Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3: Summary: You and Ellie were each others first kiss. When she moved away, she took a piece of your heart with her. Now that she's back, can you two rebuild what once was there? (Ongoing)

Escape Pt. 2 : Summary: The night of your arranged marriage you make your escape. Little do you know someone has the same idea. Completed

Masquerade : Reader runs into a stranger who makes the boring dance she's forced to attend slightly more tolerable.

Pen Pal Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3: Summary: You've finally get to meet Ellie, the girl you've been Pen Pals with since 5th Grade. Will you be able to get over your feelings for her? (Ongoing)

The Letter Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3: Summary: Ellie and Y/N are in two very different social groups at school. One day when Y/N's crush is cruelly exposed in front of the whole school, Y/N is brutally shot down. Finally, five years later the two run into each other again.

Knock Knock College AU Pt.2: A simple request to turn the music down turns into a frustrating back and forth battle. Why does your neighbor have to be so damn attractive? Completed

Abby Anderson

Stranger Danger : Abby saves you from a creeper at the bar.

Almonds : Abby shares the last bit of her food with you when times get tough.

Dina

Ghosts : You meet the ghost of Ellie Williams, a dead high schooler at Jackson High. Strange way to start off a friendship

Joel Miller

Baby : It's getting harder and harder to spend time with your husband and you have some really important news. (Pre-Outbreak)

Newborn: Joel's nervous about holding your newborn baby.

[alligatorjesie]

Can you, like, get real problems? I’m sure there’s a soup kitchen or a that needs an extra volunteer or a city council meeting you could go to.

Yeah. I do those things already and isn't it weird I still find extra time to tell assholes to get out of my fandom space.

So what public service have you done this week @rudyknight? In the last month? year? Hey, tell me real quick @rudyknight whens the last time you joined a counter protest?

Because my town has our own version of westburo baptist church and they LOVE protesting our pride events.

I had a bunch of fun.

I used my hyperfixation of plants to block out their signs and ensure they didn't have room to protest on the sidewalk.

I got to practice my metal growling.

The preacher who had spent the entire night telling everyone we was all gonna burn for eternity in a lake of fire for just bein' ourselves Did Not appreciated me telling him I enjoyed fucking his mother.

But hey maybe your too shy to tell assholes to fuck off to their face.

I mean you didn't seem to have that issue here so I don't know what the fuck is holding you up in the real world, but hey, maybe this'll be a push to get you to stop white knighting assholes on the internet.

But hey there's a lot of other things you can do to help your community that ain't active protesting!

Whens the last time you went through your neighborhood and helped remove invasive species? I'm sure you've done that over the past few weeks, Right @rudyknight?

I've been slowly removing invasive honeysuckle and using it's bones to make yard structures.

I've personally saved at least 5 adult trees in the neighborhood from an invasive plant called winter creeper that will slowly choke a mature tree to death if left unattended. It's already claimed a 100 year old maple a block away from me.

Or you know as a little treat, for me, I've been completely redoing the closet that my hot water heater use to live in before it fucking exploded.

The water damage was... extensive.

I fell through the fucking floor when I first started

It's coming together baby.

Oh but man don't worry I still have So Much Time Left in a day to tell useless assfucks posting hate to my fandom to

Fuck Right The Fuck Off.

But you go on @rudyknight. You keep right on defending a useless prick who got caught being a useless prick from getting told they're being a useless prick.

I'm sure that useless prick appreciates it.

God fucking knows you ain't doing shit to be actually helpful.

[missshezz]

Title: Lost & Found

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: None apply

Tags: Angst, Drama, Follows Here’s Negan (TWD tv universe), grief, shock, parental suicide, you POV (2nd person narration) as a kid. Negan is not a bastard here. Deals with death.

Word Count: 1300 words

Summary: Negan finds you after burning his house down

The flames greedily consumed your house. You stood there as everything you owned in the world was consumed in the blaze.

You were only gone a few hours.

A quick run into town to search for baby wipes, formula, and diapers for Mikey.

You couldn’t help the Vipers were out on the prowl and needed to hide.

How your mom managed to get around the block you setup in case she took notion, you didn’t know.

Somehow, she had, and managed to get into the garage where all the gas dad stockpiled when things started getting bad was.

I should’ve waited for Mrs. Hinkley to get back from her mercy mission.

I should’ve waited for nighttime to go scavenging.

I should’ve given her the last of her medicine so she’d’ve slept the whole day.

So many should’ve’s you could’ve done.

Things you would’ve done had somebody told you to do them.

Nobody was there, though.

It’s just you and your eleven-month-old brother, Mikey.

Your cousin, Ashley took off with Mrs. Hinkley’s granddaughter, Nina after the government instituted worldwide lockdowns to slow the spread of the disease.

Not that it worked.

Your older sisters got sick and were taken to the hospital.

Neither of ‘em got better.

You overheard Grandpa Joe tell Mrs. Hinkley that their bodies were taken to the crematorium.

You figured he told her the truth given the cloud of smoke always in that vicinity.

Grandpa Joe, Uncle Ed, and Auntie Barbara took sick then and also went to the hospital.

They never came home.

Your other cousin, Raymond got himself killed by the Vipers when he refused to give ‘em the medicine he bartered for.

And your dad?

Well, he either went and got himself bit while he tried to get your mom’s medicine or he got killed like Raymond by the Vipers.

You didn’t for one minute believe what Mrs. Hinkley said.

Your dad wouldn’t’ve left you to take care of your mom and Mikey.

He might’ve been a jerk at times but your dad always took care of you and your siblings.

Nope, far as you were concerned, your dad got killed. It was the only reason you’d accept for why he didn’t return home when he told you he would.

There was a loud groan a split-second before the roof of your house caved in.

Plumes of smoke and ribbons of bright orange flame billowed up towards the moonless sky in an almost hypnotic dance.

Burning plastic, wood, metal, and another, foul stench stunk up the air.

You didn’t dare think ‘bout what that last smell was.

You’d be sick if you did.

A twig snapped behind you.

Your heart leapt into your throat as you imagined it being one of them.

You didn’t know if that was the right word to refer to them by. You’d heard ‘em called loads of things: infected, biters, walkers, creepers…

To you they’re just the unfortunate.

A buncha people who hadn’t figured out they were dead.

Your dad told you the only way to kill one of ‘em was to either shoot ‘em in the head or stab ‘em between the eyes.

You hadn’t had to do that.

Until now.

How you’d accomplish it, you didn’t know.

Your dad took the only guns your family had with him when he left, your knife wasn’t sharp enough to cut paper, and you had your baby brother — who you wisely decided to take with you rather than leave home with mom — strapped to your back.

You slowly turned, terrified of what — not who ‘cause the unfortunate weren’t people anymore — you’d find.

A guy with a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire wasn’t what you anticipated. Eyes as dark as yours stared first at the flames devouring the last section of your house before shifting to you.

“What happened, kid?”

Shame smothered your fear and panic. What kid wanted to admit their mom burned their house down ‘cause the voices inside her head convinced her too?

Your mind works feverishly on an answer he wouldn’t call out as a lie. You settle on, “It was an accident,” because it seemed safe enough.

He doesn’t believe it, though.

Not for one minute.

And he ain’t afraid to let you know he doesn’t buy your story.

“An accident, huh?” He pointed to a large red can in the middle of the yard. “That gasoline pour itself out? Light itself?”

Your shoulders droop.

Your eyes lowered to the ground.

Tears blurred your vision.

You tried to hold ‘em back.

Be a grown-up.

You aren’t an adult, though.

You’re a kid.

You shouldn’t be dealing with any of this.

You should be somewhere safe, protected by your folks, and doing everything you can to help them as they struggle to survive in this strange new world.

There wasn’t anybody else there, though.

Just you.

“My mom,” you mumbled into your chest. “She got real sick after she had Mikey. Heard voices that told her to hurt herself. They told her to do it.”

“What the fuck?” Shock and other things you couldn’t identify vibrated in his voice. “You saying your mom is in there?”

You nod as another groan pierced the silence. You looked back just as the walls of the house tumbled inwards.

More smoke and flame billowed forth.

Mikey, quiet throughout everything, whimpered.

He’d start fussing for feeding or changing before too long. Thankfully, you found formula, diapers, and some clothes in the house you hid from the Vipers in.

You just had no bottles to put the formula in or a way to warm it.

Mrs. Hinkley probably has a few bottles in her place I could take, you supposed as you murmured softly to Mikey to quiet him.

It wasn’t lost on you that an infant depended on you for his sole survival.

A twelve year old kid shouldn’t be raising one.

It wasn’t fair.

Not that life was, you realized as the man released a heavy sigh.

No, it was cold and cruel.

Much like this world.

“C’mon, kid.” He placed a surprisingly gentle hand on your shoulder. “Time to go.”

“I don’t got any place to go.”

“Nobody around here will take in a couple of orphaned kids?”

“Mrs. Hinkley probably let us stay with her but she’s off on one of her mercy missions. Don’t know when she’ll be back.”

If she’d be back.

This world taught you there was no guarantee on people coming back.

From the corner of your eye you spotted a few ramshackle figures coming up the street.

Attracted by the fire and the smell you refused to acknowledge.

The man must’ve caught sight of ‘em, too, because he said curtly, “You’re coming with me then.”

Every lesson you were taught about strangers screamed through your head.

Don’t go with ‘em being first and foremost.

Something, though, convinced you to trust him.

“Where we goin’?”

“As far from this shithole as we can get.”

He led you over to the motorcycle parked in your best friend’s driveway.

Kylie and his family got sick same time as your sisters.

Were probably taken to the crematorium with them, too.

“Mister?”

“It’s just Negan, kid. And this?” He indicated the bat he slid into a special pouch. “This is Lucille. And she is awesome.”

You didn’t know why a baseball bat was so awesome, but given you had a knife about as useful as a pencil against a gun, you figured it made sense.

Nothing else did.

“Hop on,” Negan told you. “And hold on tight.”

You did as told.

Wasn’t like you had much choice.

You were just a kid, after all.

A twelve year old one.

With a baby you now gotta raise.

‘Cause your mom burned your house down.

[firestorm09890]

Kingdom Hearts: Nobody Anatomy, Physiology, Psychology, Ontology??? headcanons

saw people talking about more monstrous Nobodies a bit ago (okay it was a long while ago at this point, this has been in drafts for ages) and that reminded me to share some of my thoughts. it spiraled kind of out of control and now this post is ridiculously long. three parts: the physical side, the less physical side, and other thoughts. most of it’s under the cut. enjoy

The physical side

All of these apply to ALL Nobodies, not just the funny squiggly ones.

Alrighty, here’s my proposal: Nobodies don’t have any internal organs. Even the ones that retain their human form. They may look and act like they’ve got regular human body processes, but I like to think that it’s just a hollow imitation. This is why every single Nobody has an absolutely snatched waist

So they’d lack both their metaphysical hearts and their real hearts!

The Organization was founded by a bunch of researchers who got into this mess via unethical human experimentation so you know they tried to pin down the specifics of Nobody biology early on, but every time they tried to use any medical equipment it would come up empty or just straight up not work. And then none of them were willing to get vivisected for the cause lmao

I think the greater Nobodies (human-shaped ones) are made up of the same weird, rubbery flexible stuff that lesser Nobodies are, but just don’t have that flexibility because hey! They’ve got a human form to maintain! They may seem human, but on a biological level, they’re closer to the squiggly guys than an actual human. This is why it’s possible for Xemnas to turn greater Nobodies into Dusks. We never see him do it, but I doubt it’s an empty threat. I don’t think there were any other greater Nobodies in the Organization in the past, but he’s probably transformed one of the specialized Nobodies, like a Dancer or Dragoon, into one of the lowest-ranked ones, like Dusks or Creepers or something.

All Nobodies have the Nobody sigil somewhere on them. For lesser Nobodies it’s easily visible, but for greater Nobodies, it’s on their backs, and since they’re always wearing those coats, no one ever sees it.

If a Nobody is cut, they don’t bleed- instead, little wisps of darkness leak out of the wound, like what happens in the Org’s death animations but on a smaller scale. They can heal faster than regular humans thanks to ✨something something darkness and nothingness✨.

Though Nobodies are supposedly shunned by both light and darkness, they are more aligned with dark than light. Any Nobody can wield light, not just Roxas (as shown by Zexion in Chain of Memories), but it takes great difficulty. However, they can wield darkness with ease.

Nobodies do need to sleep as regularly as humans, but can last much longer without food or water. Rest? Yes! Nutrience? Unimportant

They have no body heat- that’s a corpse, baby!!! That does bring up some questions about thermoregulation. I don’t feel like thinking about it tbh. There’s lots of questions in this vein: can Nobodies get drunk? I think they probably can’t. In 358/2 Days, Demyx says “Wait, training!? That sounds like work, which means sweating. Which is gross.” and that... complicates things! I could chalk it up to how a lot of people in Organization XIII have a tendency to keep acting like they’re humans and nothing’s changed, even though it has.

Nobodies are “born” in any world in the Realm Between. Roxas first appeared in Twilight Town, but some might have shown up by Castle Oblivion, or even the Mysterious Tower (god bless). Showing up in The World That Never Was is probably the most common.

The less physical side

It’s quite an unlikely coincidence that every apprentice of Ansem the Wise had a standout, super strong heart that allowed them to retain their human forms as Nobodies. I think it had something to do with being stabbed by a keyblade, not just their wills alone. That would also align with 9-12 being tied to a keyblade legacy. A strong will is important, yes, but you only get to be human-looking if there was a keyblade involved.

In a Nobody, the most important part of this will is the will to live. Should that ever wane, they Nobody will begin to destabilize, and eventually, they will return to nothingness.

Nobodies have hearts, and they do not have hearts. They have feelings, and they do not have feelings. It’s like the observer effect in quantum mechanics. Anyone who can sense hearts or feelings or whatever will not be able to sense anything from a Nobody, no matter how far along in development that heart may be, reinforcing the belief that yeah there’s nothing there. But there is... and also there isn’t. Both statements are true. A friend described it as “Schrödinger’s Feelings” and it’s the most accurate “Schrodinger’s ____” joke I’ve ever seen made. Someone else described it as depression which is also accurate (source: i’ve had depression). There are bouts of emotion occasionally, but those emotions are dulled (and usually negative) and most of the time there’s only suffocating apathy.

There is some truth to the statement that Nobodies’ feelings are simply recreations of what they might’ve felt back when they had hearts, but it’s also bogus. Memories are important to the makeup of a Nobody, but that statement is often used as an excuse that covers up the reality that there was a feeling there. It’s very easy to lie to yourself when there’s mostly data supporting your argument and any evidence against is less common and easily disputed by “logic” like this.

The most prominent “feelings” in Nobodies are an intense sense of longing and dissatisfaction. For some, the longing is for a heart, but for others it is aimless. That was the idea behind all the Nobodies having little hobbies like cooking and puzzles and reading magazines in the manga. They’re trying to fill that void with anything they can.

In one of the novels, Demyx, #1 proponent of the idea that Nobodies do have hearts actually, gives us this:

I play and play, but I can’t make a satisfying sound.

In truth, I know I won’t be satisfied in all eternity.

If you don’t have a heart, there’s no such thing as satisfaction.

You don’t even think you want to be satisfied.

And yeah, the novels aren’t canon, but it’s still interesting to see and think about. Nothing you do is good enough to fill that emptiness, but you can barely bring yourself to care about it anyway. Yep, depression!

Nobodies are prone to a high amount of introspection. It’s an inherited trait all Nobodies share- if you manage to survive past humanity in a bizarre fucked up state like this, you’re naturally going to be thinking about it. However, they’re all also incredibly bad at it, and generally do a horrible job at self-reflection. This is just an unfortunate coincidence

A Nobody can regrow a heart if they make connections, and are seen and acknowledged by others. Pretty sure that’s just canon. HOWEVER, Nobodies cannot help each other grow hearts- this is why none of the Organization regrew hearts after 10 years of being around each other, and despite connections within the group. 0+0 is still 0, after all. That’s what makes the policy of going undetected on missions so insidious. They’re never allowed the chance to regrow a heart. I’ve already talked about it somewhere else, but this is why Roxas grows a heart so fast- he ignores that rule, for the most part. Axel’s interactions with Sora are also what kickstarts his heart growth.

Hypothetically, since someone doesn’t have to remember a memory for Castle Oblivion to draw on it, the mechanics with the cards and the rooms could have been used to help Xemnas recall his past- considering how much time he spent talking to Aqua’s armor, I think that’s something he might’ve been interested in. HOWEVER! Since the Twilight Town card came from the memories on the other side of Sora’s heart, I propose that the properties of Castle Oblivion would have no effect on Nobodies. RIP.

Other thoughts

I’m not saying Ansem the Wise and Yensid were right about Nobodies! I do think they’re different from humans on a fundamental level, but demonizing them is Not Cool

On the idea that Nobodies aren’t meant to exist: Well. Just like before it’s total bogus bc the main perpetrators of that idea were either bigoted about it or liars or both but I think it’s a little more complicated than “everyone is flat wrong about this”. Nobodies are essentially naturally-occurring byproducts of Heartless. Most Nobodies (or, at least, the lesser ones, based on that one cutscene in kh2 where hearts rain down on The World That Never Was and we see a bunch of Dusks grasping for them) seem to have a drive to reclaim the heart they’ve lost- if reclaimed, that would mean they wouldn’t be a Nobody anymore. Creatures born in worlds of neither light nor darkness, created only through the destruction of another and only some of the time, who don’t even want to exist like this themselves... that’s what “Nobodies aren’t meant to exist” means to me, I think. BEAR IN MIND “MEANT” IS NOT THE SAME AS “DESERVE”

And then! There’s Nobodies who defy that! Or, uh, Nobody, singular. Roxas goes “bro I don’t care I want to exist as I am” and he does that (Naminé... didn’t really seem to share that opinion, if I’m remembering correctly. Probably because DiZ hammered it into her head that she didn’t deserve to exist). I wish we had seen something like that from one of the regular Nobodies- why should recompletion and/or regaining a heart be the ideal? Why do they have to die again in order to be “right”? It just further perpetuates that idea DiZ and Yensid pushed in kh2: Nobodies are Wrong and shouldn’t be around. Unless you’re special like Roxas or Naminé in which case it’s okay. But for everyone else it’s recomplete or bust... anyway this is a tangent I did not mean to go on with this post-

I think it’s interesting, how they’re made of nothingness and their existence is “nonexistent”. Nothingness is, as an element, something, as opposed to true nothing, which is the absence of anything. Nonexistence implies existence. It’s like how in math, sometimes an answer to a problem will be DNE-- that’s Nobodies, and “nothingness”. “Does not exist”, but in writing the answer, it does exist, as a nonexistent entity. As opposed to just... not having a math problem at all, and therefore not having a place to write a solution. That is true nothingness- all the Nobodies of people whose hearts weren’t strong enough to create Nobodies fall under this category. They don’t exist for real. Nothing as something vs nothing as nothing- ah fuck I just realized this is the second time I’ve used a math analogy for kingdom hearts. shit

in conclusion

that’s all of it. probably. i like nobodies a whole lot. now that i’m thinking about it i should’ve made this multiple posts instead of one huge one. if you read all of this you earn my undying love

[svturn-exe]

super important tmc hcs. ignoring the fact tht terraria and minecraft both came out in 2011

adam terraria: starts a new world every week bc it forgets what he's supposed to be doing next and it never occurs to him to look it up. bro doesn't even know the wiki Exists. never gets to hardmode bc he insists on playing master difficulty and also is bad at the game minecraft: exclusively plays creative mode in superflat worlds. makes ugly box structures out of diamond blocks and performs horrible labrat experiments on mobs in them

jonah terraria: almost exclusively plays journey mode! makes it his mission every time to 100% the research catalogue. the collection aspect of it tickles something in their brain minecraft: exclusively plays modded with like 20 different incredibly complicated tech mods tht each have a 200 page user manual . and also tinker's construct. they r a pro at it

mark terraria: gets to hardmode on expert mode, delves into the underground hallow bc he's excited to explore, gets jumpscared by a naturally spawning hallowed mimic and has a fucking heart attack minecraft: mark operates out of a dirt hut and yknow what fuck you they like it that way. brother rocking the greentop with the oak door. half the floor is gravel. no glass or trap doors for windows, just 1 block holes in the walls and one of the "windows" is blocked by a double chest. fully enchanted netherite and elytra btw

cesar has never played a video game. walks in2 marks room like are ya winnin, bro?

sarah terraria: plays w so many mods and texture packs the game is nigh unrecognizable. plays exclusively master mode and turns on every 'challenge' difficulty that comes with the mods at once bc she's seen the face of god and it was weeping minecraft: girlie is in the minigame servers. find sarah doing tnt run at 3 am she is going for it . good for her

evelin terraria: actually a pretty good builder. uses the wiki as a guide for npc happiness and builds little towns for them. beat moonlord like 2 months ago and just keeps going back to the same world to build stuff minecraft: plays adventure maps bc she thinks they're fun. evelin has played every minecraft horror adventure map that exists. i think she would love terra swoop force too dave terraria: once he gets far enough in a world to get access to wiring it's all over. spends the rest of the game trying to build machines to instant-ko bosses, with varying degrees of success. a master of the hoik minecraft: you know those videos that are like. using redstone to play minecraft in minecraft. yeah ruth terraria: plays vanilla summoner class in master mode for the worthy seed. she is god's strongest soldier and baby she's going for terraprisma. minecraft: spends the entire first night punching skeletons and creepers to death with her bare steve fists. has that Totally Legit Speedrun luck and finds everything she needs just from running around and raiding generated structures

thatcher terraria: terrible at building but god bless he's trying. favorite part of the game is old one's army, and she spends hours grinding to collect all of the sentries and the armor sets. somehow gets spawn camped by a crawdad and cries minecraft: keeps forgetting that you shouldn't make eye contact with endermen and it scares the shit out of her every time. is prone to lava-based mining incidents

jude tries to download minecraft free minecraft cracked no virus 100% safe trust me :) dot exe. is shocked when he gets a virus. how can this be