#it’s okay he respawned and is fine in my heart

[bizarrescribblez]

Happy Gideon gets explodes into coins day!!!!

[the-laughing-lunatic]

headcannons for spy, medic, scout, and sniper, with a transmasc S/O?

(Hell yea man, trans guy myself so this is right up my alley B) Thx for requesting! :D)

Spy, Medic, Scout and Sniper w/ a trans masc S/O!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

☆Spy☆

He took up drag both femme + masc in his younger years to help his disguises, so he’ll help you look more masculine 

“Mon chéri, you really must stop using gauze to bind, it is not doing your chest or yourself any favors. If you don’t have a proper binder you can use pantyhose, you know.”

He’d take you to help you get a tailored suit and put on a tie if you were never taught as a child

When you get the horrors (dysphoria and or period ) he’ll stay with you to help you in his smoking room

“Darling, will you please stop grabbing my knife so you’ll respawn without your period? It’s not gonna work, you’ve tried it before.”

“Ugh, fine. …can I pretty please get a kiss then?”

“...You’re not getting the cyanide in my teeth either.”

“Come on!”

☆Medic☆

He’s pretty well versed in this kind of thing, as an ex-doctor who isn’t bound by the law at all he’s definitely performed gender-affirming surgeries in secret in the past (for the price of a few unnecessary organs or course)

He’d offer to do your top + bottom surgery for the boyfriend discount of not stealing any of your body parts

He’s completely fine if you don’t want that though 

“It doesn’t matter what you have in your pants, schatz, what matters is that you have a man’s heart.”

“Aw, Ludwig—”

“And a man's kidney, lungs, ohoho! And an especially manly appendix.”

(it’s medic he’s gonna be a little silly)

The second you mention you’re on your period he immediately gets so much stuff for you, painkillers, a hot water bottle, blankets and snacks for you

Will pamper the hell out of you

If you’re getting hit with dysphoria he’ll reassure you

“I just- I just don’t feel like a man right now.”

“You? Not a man? Nonsense! If you weren’t a man, I wouldn’t be dating you, now would I?”

“I know, but-”

“But nothing, you are sehr männlich, and my mein Freund, those silly thoughts won’t change that.”

☆Scout☆

You’re gonna need to help him out a little bit

“So like– you’re a guy right? But you got a girl’s body or whatever, so is this gay or not?”

“It’s gay, Jeremy.”

“Okay, okay, just double-checkin’.”

If you’re on your period he tries to help in the main way he does with you: cuddles

He’d wrap his arms around your waist from behind and hold you and the hot water bottle pressed to your stomach close to him

Kisses your neck and just rambles about how handsome you are

“You’re a real hot guy, y’know that, prince? Jus’ makes you even stronger that you go through all this shit.”

“Shut up.”

“You picked the wrong guy to date if you wanted someone who could shut up, hotcakes. You’re stayin’ here and hearing about how handsome you are for a while.”

☆Sniper☆

Bro does not give a shit imma be real

“Mate, I couldn’t care less whether or not you’re a gal, a bloke, or a bloody alien. You’re sweet, and ya make me smile.”

Def relates to you with not fitting in with the other kids in childhood

If you’ve had top surgery y’all are chest scar bfs

When you get dysphoric he’ll get you two to do stuff to distract you

[quick, instantaneous, sudden] camping trips, hunting, hiking, or even trying to shoot at the blu base for funsies

Can’t be dysphoric when you’re running for your life, right?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[itsyagurlchip]

٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭  ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰Oh Golly!٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭  ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰

✰⋆⁺warnings: anxiety x anxiety(!) lesbo action/j(!) fluff(!) slight angst(!) mentions of drowning(!) roblox respawn(!) both of them are ace(!)

✰⋆⁺IDK WHENS BI AWARENESS WEEK, BUT MINES HAS BEEN SHOWING A LOT AS OF RECENT- I hope you guys like this as much as me!

✰⋆⁺ *ugly ass horn sounds off* Y'all thought I was joking when I said I was gay for Pomni huh? Jesters are hot man. Idk what it is...

since both of you have anxiety, Pomni's being more severe, you guys comfort each other often.

Not verbally though, because, you know, it's hard for you guys to form words without thinking it would hurt the other.

Many cuddles would ensue, and no one would be the spoon. You guys would be holding each other, with tangled legs in the morning.

Since you are a bit more confident, you hold Pomni's oddly bouncy head, and kiss every insecurity off of her.

Which takes a moment...

Caine claims it "takes time away from glorious adventures" despite you two needing only 15 minutes to get yourselves together.

The games he chooses are very short anyway 💀 (unless it's story oriented)

If Pomni gets overwhelmed, but can't go anywhere, you simply hold her hand or subtly(not really) lean against her carefully.

She's probably shorter than you, making the relationship even cuter.

Imagine you just picking her up and running around the virus grounds with her.

"Hey! Put me down Please?" Pomni whimpered as her long dress flowed in between your fingers. Her hands were covering her face, her body tucking into itself the longer you walked.

"C'mon sweetheart! I only want to carry my dearest princess to her castle! What good of a knight would I be if I didn't?" You said, your metal armor clanking on beat with your footsteps.

She loves you too much to stop the act, even if Caine forced them to do it anyway. This was one of the few adventures Pomni would admit she enjoyed.

She's more likely to grab onto a limb of yours for comfort during an anxiety attack.

Anyone who isn't you she'll smack them off.

Or accidentally punt them when it's unexpected.

Pomni would love to find the exit, just to see who you really are in real life.

Would you still act the same?

Would you still take care of her the way you do?

Would you still love her?

Maybe that's why she hasn't been looking for the exit recently.....

....

Pomni isn't so sure she wants to leave as much as she did before.

"Do you ever think of leaving? Or what we may be like in real life?" Pomni asked as she sat in your lap. Her head looked up at you, her hands around all the way to your back. You were currently doing paper crafts with some shaped scissors you found, creating hearts of all kinds.

"Sometimes." You responded, pausing the creativity for a moment.

"What does that mean?"

"I just think about you, and then everything is okay. I don't need the outside world, not right now. I'm fine with what I have. Plus, having you on my mind is a pleasure I always experience." You concluded, leaving Pomni flushed bright red. Her pinwheel pupils dilated heavily, with her jaw slightly hanging downwards.

"(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)"

When you two first met, it was about 2 weeks after Pomni's arrival.

Which raised suspicion that didn't get looked into.

Anyways- A new person was here!

But they took one look at everyone and ran.

Where to?

They themselves didn't even know, but she knew she had to get out as soon as possible.

And that's how you d*&n near drowned yourself in the digital lake!

It was very dark..Hard to breathe as easy as it was...Water rushing into your avatar...until you felt nothing

Oh look they respawned! wonder what happened to them?

Pomni was the first to approach you, asking if you had seen any exits around.

To which you raised an eyebrow at. By everyone else's response, you were new here.

how would you know!?!

So you shook your head solemnly as the jester deflated a bit.

And ever since then, you were the one she'd go to to ramble about the exit, a possible escape, random interests, and overall fear of this new bright place.

Especially because you'd be the only one willing to listen.

Having someone to relate to- straight from the start as well -was a bond you two had shared.

:)

After a few months of nothing, nada, zilch, Pomni talked less and less about it.

Leading her to focus on you.

How were you so pretty? And how does your body sway like that?

It kinda made the fool in her act up.

She started to notice more and more about you.

Like how the way your lights would shine under the low graphics of this hellhole.

Or how your voice captured her attention no matter what you were saying.

She loved the way you smiled, your tone of color.

H*&l! She could even say she's in love with y- Oh s*&t.

I mean no wonder!

But what if you don't like her? But you love her too!

Ok, but what if she isn't good enough? You think the same about yourself, and rush to reassure her.

welp. there's no arguing, you guys were dating now.

*me when I pull a jester by being autistic*

Her favorite part about you is your laugh, and the way your teeth show when you grin at her.

I mean she's a jester, what the heck?

Pomni will go out of her way to make sure you laugh at least once a day.

and by golly is it worth it!

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[keirawantstocry]

OKAY HI IT ME 💋NON IVE BEEN HAVING THOUGHTS. sorry if this is kinda, incomprehensible, i just had Thoughts and they Had to Come Out

okay so, this has been brewing for a while but, you wrote the thing about them taking his heart and i Could Not hold it back anymore. So. Affectionate canibalism. Technically its when someone eats part of a loved ones dead body. BUT this came into fruition before tubbo died. The original thought was more like, Tubbo insecure, fitpac dont really have any idea how to help this until Pac goes "well, you could always eat part of us. We respawn so itd be fine" and like. The trust of letting someone else Consume part of you (that feels like something Pac would suggest because, yanno). While I am p attached to the all consuming trust of "have part of me", with all thats happened lore wise recently, go wild.

hope youre having a good day :>

saw cannibalism. blacked out. read the rest of it. blacked out. hnggghhh 

soft kisses arent enough for this. violently making out with you now 

TW for cannibalism and gore

"People lie," Tubbo's voice cracked on the last word as tears threatened to spill out. "Words don't mean anything. You can say time and time again that you won't leave me but it doesn't, God, it doesn't fucking mean anything." 

Fit and Pac were both silent. 

"You need action," Pac said slowly and despite the tension and vulnerability Tubbo laughed, tinged with dark humor. 

"Not sure now is the time to try and get in my pants." 

"Not that kind of action," Fit snapped, with no bite in his voice. 

Tubbo sniffed, trying to ignore the tears rolling down his surely bright red cheeks. "What then?" 

"You could eat us," Pac said quietly. 

Tubbo laughed, drily and a little bit wild. "Thought you didn't mean that kind of action." 

"I didn’t." Pac said, looking up to make eye contact. "Let me prove how I will never leave you. Eat some of me, yeah? Cellbit can certainly vouch that I'm delicious." 

Tubbo's eyes dropped to Pac's thighs without thinking. He was wearing pants that fell to his ankles so he couldn’t see anything but in his mind he could. The pale flesh lined with veins and curved with muscle. 

Tubbo felt dizzy. 

"Okay," he said very clearly, hearing his own voice as if he was outside of his body, just a surveyor. 

Pac perked up. "I can have everything prepared by tonight, sounds good?" 

Tubbo was nodding. "Yeah." 

"Perfect." 

-

The knife shone with Pac's blood, the man's face twisted up as he panted. Fit was holding him, holding his hands as Tubbo kneeled between his legs with the knife in his hands. The blood was trailing down his thigh in thick streaks and Tubbo was fascinated by it. He felt like a businessman at a steakhouse being presented with the house's finest meal. 

He stabbed the flesh through, lifting it off leaving a bloody mess behind. Almost hesitantly he raised the slice of flesh to his mouth and took a bite while making direct eye contact with Pac. 

Pac looked a mess and not just from the cut on his thigh. Part of him really wanted to make a joke about how Pac seemed to almost be getting off on it but it felt too sensitive, too personal so he shoved it down. 

The flesh was strange tasting but not bad. But it was more than that. More than just flesh sliding down his throat. It was the fact that it was Pac's flesh, Pac's eyes on him as he swallowed. Fit's eyes on him as well, watching the bop of his throat with dark eyes. 

Fit wasn't doing a damn thing. Just letting Tubbo chew on the flesh and swallow it down piece by piece. The trust was addictive. The trust felt like love. The trust felt like nothing he had ever tasted before like the blood on his lips. The trust tasted like the action that finally tipped the scales that dropped his right in their loving arms. 

They would never leave. 

[k1yamaluvskaiser]

✩‧₊˚ heart to heart ... ( by mac demarco ) ☁ s. nagi x gn!reader ☁ ೃ⁀➷ notes // highly suggest listening to it while reading <3 i linked it to the title !!

late night minecraft shenanigans with your beloved, nagi seishiro.

❝ angel... y'know i'll always wait for you to fall sleep first... ❞

you let out a long, frustrated sigh, for what felt like the umpteenth time that evening.

hearts4seii_ was slain by allmightsasshairs using texassmashyomama

that makes 187.

allmightsasshairs : BWHAGWAHGDWAFGHJEA allmightsasshairs : DUDE THIS BITCH IS SO ASS I CANT LOL miiwa.xx : give it a rest lol ur still using the same shit hacks to kill her hikaxruu_ : hacks?? LMAO u could kill her with just a wooden stick

you aggressively typed out a long, rage-fueled response in the chat box, before taking a long pause and completely deleting the entire paragraph.

it’s fine. i'll just finish the house for seishiro, and leave. besides, they’ll leave me alone soon enough if i stay quiet, anyway. snapping back would only add fuel to the fire.

or, so you thought. as you pressed on the respawn button, your eyebrow twitched upon finding out that the player had destroyed your bed in your base, therefore resetting your spawn, all the way back 16,000 blocks away.

nevertheless, you exhaled deeply, and kept your composure.

sometimes, it amazed others how patient you were. you’ve been at this game of minecraft for 6 hours now, and you didn’t plan on stopping, even if your bedside clock clearly displayed the time of 3AM. you were determined to finish the lovely little home that you had turned a beautiful lush cave into, for your beloved boyfriend when he joined tomorrow.

although those players were teaming up on you and killing you for fun, you blatantly ignored them each time and continued to build the base without saying a single word to them.

after travelling an agonizing 16,000 blocks to the spot you died in, you sighed in relief as you picked up the items that were dropped when you were killed earlier.

okay, i’m almost done. it’s just a few more finishing touches, then i can finally slee--

your eyes focused on the once so beautiful scenery before you. the dimly lit, silent and serene lush cave that you spent six hours building, was destroyed.

engulfed in flames, doused in lava, and swarmed with every kind of mob in the game. the base that you worked so hard on was completely demolished.

you frowned, and immediately left the game without a word, too pissed off to even get angry at the players. you slammed your laptop shut and tossed it onto the carpet beneath your bed, tugging the covers over your head and huffing as you shut your eyes.

unbeknownst to you, a certain someone was wide awake the entire time. watching you play, for the last six hours, ever since he slipped into your sheets and cuddled up into your side comfortably. he watched, from the corner of his eye, with his face snuggled up and hidden in your arm.

nagi seishiro observed as you, his wonderful, patient and determined girlfriend, built a beautiful home for the both of you to share in a silly little block game. even with the other players bullying you and your weaker and less-experienced self, you didn't give up even once.

it somehow made his heart flutter.

upon seeing the scenery encapsulated in nothing but ruin, he saw the look of disappointment and hurt in your eyes. he couldn’t help but share the feeling when he witnessed you finally quitting after all those hours of perseverance.

when you had fallen fast asleep in his loving embrace, the sneaky boy gently tucked a pillow in your arms to substitute his presence as he sat up and took his own laptop into his hands, launching the game on his own account.

hearts4y/n_ has joined the game. allmightsasshairs : oh look whos back on her alt LMAOO

hearts4y/n_ burned to death.

allmightsasshairs : HAHAHWHHAA allmightsasshairs : U DIED IN THAT LAME BASE DIDNT U

miiwa.xx was slain by hearts4y/n miiwa.xx : WTF?????

hikaxruu_ was slain by hearts4y/n_ hikaxruu_ : HUH

hearts4y/n_ whispers to allmightsasshairs : give my girlfriends stuff n fix her base allmightsasshairs : oH sO SCarED LMFAOO NO WAY SHE GOT HER BF TO FIGHT ME RN

allmightsasshairs was slain by hearts4y/n_ using last warning or ill leak ur ip

allmightsasshairs : wait what the fuck?? allmightsasshairs : WHERE DID YOU EVEN COME FROM hearts4y/n_ : 3. hearts4y/n_ : 2. allmightsasshairs : u cant even get my ip u pussy hearts4y/n_ : kanagawa looks nice. i should pay a visit sometime. allmightsasshairs : WHAT THE FUCK hearts4y/n_ : must suck living right behind a creek. probably smells like shit 24/7 allmightsasshairs : OKAY OKAY IM SORRY ILL GIVE THE STUFF JUST PLEASE DONT LEAK IT HERE hearts4y/n_ : fix her base. hearts4y/n_ : return it to how it was before you trashed it. if even a single block is off, ill leak your ip on every social media platform that exists on the internet. allmightsasshairs : YES OKAY I WILL IM SORRY

nagi yawned as he set the laptop on his bedside table, leaving the device open to monitor the player rebuilding what he had destroyed. he turned over on his side to face you, before wrapping his large arms around your smaller figure and pulling you into a spooning position.

you stirred awake from the sudden movement, rubbing your eyes as your boyfriend pressed his face into the top of your head, inhaling your sweet, soft scent. the sweet boy let out a light whine when you pulled away from his embrace.

‘sei...? why’re you up, baby? ‘s something wrong?‘ you cooed in a raspy voice as you cupped his cheek, brushing away the small strands of snow white hair in his face. “mm... yeah. i saw the place you made for us, pretty. ‘t was gorgeous, jus’ like you.“ he murmured, watching in amusement as your eyes widened at his remark.

you sat up in revelation, staring down at the cute, sleepy boy who griped at the complete loss of your warmth.

'you were awake the entire time...?' "'f course, angel. y'know i'll always wait for you to fall sleep first."

when you caught eye of his open laptop behind him, you giggled lightly. your nose and ears were no doubt dusted with a light shade of pink as you laid back down, trying to think of just what this menace did to get your bully to restore your creation. your big, 6'2 boyfriend wrapped his arms and legs around you, no doubt trapping you in his chest, but you didn't mind a single bit.

you could be trapped there forever if it meant keeping this cute, scheming boy that you could proudly call yours.

a/n ; lets all pretend this drabble ended just as scrumptious as the main idea of boyfriend!nagi protecting u and ur cute aesthetic builds in mc and not with the bullshit ending i randomly typed out pls i have writers block rn idk what im doing

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

3. "Wait, you love me?" "I always have." With RED Demo and BLUE Soldier (because theyre canonical FRIENDS and they make me cry /pos). Bonus points if Soldier is dense as fuck

❤️Red Demo + Blu Soldier💙

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Ough, I kept wondering if you put friends in all caps for it to be platonic or wanting me to ignore canon I'm so dumb sometimes lmao, so uh I wrote them with a budding romance because Boots n Bombs has my heart. UHHHH I figured it'd be annoying to read "RED demo" and "BLUE soldier" every time I wrote out their names so I'm just calling them Demo and Soldier, but they are Red and Blue respectively, cool? cool.

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Demo didn't even know his feelings were blooming. Demo and Soldier simply found themselves growing closer to each other, sharing jokes, drinks, and stories to break up the nights after battles. Forming a friendship, Demo thought. But something felt different. He had close friends before, hell, he even figured him and his team were getting pretty close, but there was something more, something below it all, something Demo couldn't understand. It all started gently, unknowingly, soft touches, longer glances, and small jokes between the two of them. Demo realized what his feelings truly were during a battle. The bloodshed was heavy on both sides, neither team making enough progress to matter, everyone was on edge, tense from both the heat, and angry at the lack of progress. Even Demo found himself being rather annoyed, finding himself hiding in a shady spot, giving himself a break from it all, letting out a long and drawn-out sigh, until his eyes lit up at the sight of Soldier running past, turning to flash a smile at Demo. Demo smiled slightly to himself, finding comfort in seeing the face of his friend, until a bullet from Sniper plowed through his skull, dropping him to the ground. Sure, Soldier would respawn in a minute or two and would find himself back on the field just fine, albeit a bit angrier than before, but Demo still feels like he's been punched in the gut, he feels cold and hot, and sick and, oh, he feels his heart, hurt, hurt in a way that he's never been able to grasp until now, he finds a wall to brace himself against, as his mind finally connects the dots. He loves him. Soldier didn't think anything of the intensity or emotion in which Demo started to lock eyes with him, Demo always holding the gaze a bit longer than normal.

Soldier also didn't think anything of Demo's sudden but subtle protectiveness during battles, never connecting any dots that one might in this situation. Soldier had grown up very sheltered, very alone. He was never a boy with many friends. Even as he grew up, his friendships came from a sense of obligational brotherhood due to his military roots, but with Demo, it was different, Soldier felt understood in a way he had never been before. He just appreciates having a friend, and he doesn't bother attempting to understand the weird feeling in his chest, or the warmth in his soul when with Demo, chalking it up to it being normal and how things should be forever, and he's okay with that, he wants to feel like this forever.

Demo knew he couldn't keep his feelings in forever, he was aware of the fact that sometimes his stares lasted a second to long, or that he was less than subtle about dropping (when he could) whatever he might have been doing to give his attention to Soldier, but at the same time he also worried about the what ifs that plauged his mind. Questions about ruining a perfectly good friendship, how things would change, the awkwardness, the tension, the- it was all just too much to worry about, so weeks would pass of him sitting on his feelings, occasionally unconscious expression of affection being given from Demo, until one night he found the feelings he had been pushing down bubbling back up again. He's frustrated at his inability to hush the voices inside him, pulling him in a different direction, and he's tried to try to keep this secret. He finds himself ready to be bolder, to finally let his feelings off his chest and be free of his doubts. He's done waiting. He invites Soldier out to a bar, away from the base, the mercs on both sides, and the general atmosphere of stress surrounding the battlefield and such. Soldier agrees without question, and they both make their way there. Demo on his way, however, looses his nerve, realizing that his doubts may have a stronger hold on him than he previously believed. A part of his mind now telling him to run, to get out before he does something he might regret, he ignores it, only for the fact that he can still spend a night with his friend, even if it is eating at him a little bit. Plus, there's alcohol! Why let drinks and a perfectly fun night go to waste over some doubt that he can silence with just staying quiet? That's what he thought and believed, truly. He went into the bar telling himself that it just wasn't the right time. It was never going to be the right time, and eventually, if he held out long enough, the feelings would go away. He just needed to stay quiet about it. But maybe it was something in the drinks that night. Maybe it was the shine of the lights or the music in the bar, but Demo found himself unable to stay true to the idea of staying silent. Demo letting some compliments slip out, all earnest, all with a genuine love tied to them, that most people would pick up in an instant, but not soldier. Soldier only responded in kind, thanking Demo for the compliments and returning them with an energy of joy and friendship. Demo only sighed, taking away from this half hazard "confession" that Soldier did indeed only viewed this as a friendship, assuming that in some way, this was a kinder form of a refusal of feelings. Demo knows he should cut this here, not say anything else, and continue the night with a smile, enjoying the friendship as it was and as it would continue to be, but his mouth is speaking before his brain can thing, and he lets out his one last thought, before shutting the idea of anything more happening between them,

"I love ya, Soldier. And I truly mean that." He immediately wants to clasp a hand over his mouth, but restrains himself, his brain rationalizing that he could come back from this if he convinced the other man that it was purely platonic. Soldier only smiles at Demo in a way that always got to him, a genuinely joyous smile, as he slaps him on the back,

"I love you too, Demoman! I'm glad we've built this friendship!" Demo is happy at Soldier's acceptance of the comment being platonic in nature, but it doesn't stop it from feeling like a knife to the side. Demo decides it's time to head back to base, fearing that the pain he feels from this might show through. He stands up, heading to the bar to close out the pairs tab, leaving Soldier by himself at the table. And when he does, Soldier sits in silence for a moment, and it all hits him like a fucking truck. For some reason, everything clicks in his mind all at once. He gets it now, he understands , and he feels stupid for not getting it before. This feeling is new and powerful. He realizes the feelings that Demo has. Demo walks back to the table slightly. Panicking as he sees Soldier freaking out. Soldier grabs Demo by his shoulders and asks bluntly,

"Wait, you love me?" Demo realizes at the emphasis on love that it's finally clicked,

"I think..." He pauses slightly, "I always have."

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I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG!! I got tired </3 (uh, I might have the sniperspy one out soon, too, btw 😨)Anyways, I hope you liked this even though I might have fucked it up. Also I hope this makes sense and I didn't miss plotholes or just make this genuinely confusing 😭 Also also sorry if the end is kinda rushed I'm half passing out, and I'm super embarrassed now about how cringey this might be 💔

[aquaquadrant]

Deciding to live write (react) (?) this as I'm reading this new chapter (two parts WOW, double the angst) (so part one out of two, hope that's cool). If something happens my therapist WILL be hearing about you.

The title already I'm sobbing /pos

I HATE THE WATCHERS SO MUCH OMMMGGGGG, leave them aLONE

It's very Jimmy to not like crying, I love to see it. I love when fanfic writers don't like him crying, ty.

Tango :( The RANCH, it was THEIRS, my HEART These Watchers ugghhHHHH Jimmy immediately defending Tango, please nothing else happen to them, PLEASE

Every time the watchers speak, my want to punch them grows The explanation paragraph, ugh something about it, how Jimmy doesn't immediately try to blame Tango, or just understands it well. Just bjhebwg

Bdubs being so worried for Tango, please, JUST LET THEM BE HAPPY

JIMMY DEFENDING TANGO NUMBER TWO, hate me them

Watchers ugghhe

HERMITCRAFTING BEING HIS HOME UGH IM JUST POINTING OUT EVERY LITTLE DETAIL BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL SO

DELIGHTFUL, I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE SO MUCH

Okay, therapy time <3 (yes I did actually read this before my therapy appointment, this was /srs and not /j)

Therapy break over, BACK TO ANGST

Awww, Jimmy not believing Tango is evil. Love to see it.

UH OH, NOT THE TIMMY ALLUSION

Nvm not alright, Watchers need to Watch their mouths

"Pity is a suitor that won’t take a hint, no matter how many times Jimmy turns it away." Is SO good???? Excuse me??? Pity x Jimmy real ship of the htp au?? /j

Maybe I hate the watchers more than I hate Atlas, hm.

I like that they all still keep an air of lighthearted-ness about, even with Tango in such critical condition, they still are friends :)

Jimmy being okay with a scar to the face if it means Tango doesn't have to unnecessarily respawn :( /pos

This description of Tango has me thinking about that kinda old drawing that lunarcrown did of Tango back when he was chained up. Like, it's literally the first post that shows up when clicking on the chronological timeline, yeah that one, it reminds me of that one.

UGGGHHHH THE HAND ON THE CHIN GETTING A RESPONSE, NO, BAD AQUA, BAD. SOMETHINGS ARE BETTER LEFT OFF IN THE ASKS RESPONSES

WATCHERS ARE NOT HELPING (x2)

Still love Jimmy calling for SOS, like yes, smart move. I wish we could've seen what it was like for the other DL to see chat and immediately go "oh shit ???" and then see the SOS and go "OH SHIT ???"

I love Impulse <3

Ooooo, getting some more cases of this fantasy (racism? Bigotry? Bad stuff) worldbuilding

"I don’t believe that just being from there would automatically make someone evil." Nature vs nurture <3 Maybe all Bravo needed was two minutes with Impulse god DAMN

Sleepy time <3

Okay, don't like the Watchers, but the "Round two!" was funny, I'll give em that

"(You cannot sleep, there are monsters nearby.)" I- I- STOP I CAN'T LAUGH BUT OMFG

Rancher :((((((

HIS RANCHER

Let me at these Watchers, LET ME AT EM

Ugh, disassociation. As someone who's dealt with this during panic attacks, it totally tracks and breaks my heart :(

These Watchers gotTA BACK OFF, LEAVE TANGO ALONE GOD DAMN

No way Tango is tryna pull the "I'm fine" card rn, AFTER ALL THAT LMAO

Jimmy is very pretty TO ME

The collar dampening Tango's fire, metaphorically and literally, is just ugh. What's more is Jimmy likes Tango's fire, he likes the warmth Tango produces physically, and he likes the sparks of creativity and burning passion of Tango's metaphorically. And they took it away! Both ways to Sunday!!!

Na because crying on someone is such an intimate gesture. To let your heart pour out of you, no one does that to just anyone. What makes this even more important is how Jimmy cried on Tango's shoulder last chapter, and now Tango's crying on Jimmy's shoulder this chapter. They are each other's soulmate, they are their each other's ranchers. They are so important to one another and soo ughguew

Not gonna cuss this Watcher out, I'll let this sweet dreams comment slide for now.

Oooo, a peak into how they reacted to everyone joining. AND we get a look at Atlas' full username <3 Love it.

Wait Tyrannicide and Phantonym joined too?? Huh, thought as scientists they would've stayed behind. Cool to know!

I can see now why you needed all those usernames lol.

JOEL THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO LAUGH DAMNIT

Hmmm, love Scar immediately jumping into action. Oop and ofc the two scientists head out first lmao

ATLAS, WHEN I CATCH YOU ATLAS, NOT BIGB NOOOO

ATLAS, WHEN I CATCH YOU ATLAS, NOT PEARL NOOOOO

Actually really funny that ATLAS got the most kills from the Hels cast. Like, damn, pop off???? Man did more work than the ppl hired to actually do the dirty work lmao.

Wonder how difficult it was to keep up with all the names, who died then got back in, who killed who, etc.

Oop, Jimmy also noting Atlas is smarter than the average bear.

This whole paragraph talking about Bravo, yes Jimmy, drag that man. Loving how he immediately is like "dude is just like a hels player" and scoffing at the nerve of Bravo to claim to be his actual soulmate. Yes.

Head in hands, Watchers about to catch these hands.

Tango immediately wanting to get this all over with hurts. Damn, wonder if he just wants to get it over with cause he thinks they all want him gone.

"I mean, everyone knows I’m a vicious monster but I don’t have to look it, right?" UGH, Aqua you're lucky I already did my therapy time BEFORE this part, UGGGHHHHHH. I need to go back rq just to tell her this god DAMN

Welp, on to act two! Thank you so much for the wonderful reading material :)

TLDR: I hate the Watchers with a burning passion.

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what’s this?? a DETAILED LIVE BLOG of my writing for ME to read??? don’t mind if i do…

ok first off, thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to write down ur thoughts and share them with me. it’s truly one of the greatest joys of being an author, and the closest i can get to experiencing my writing as if i wasn’t the one who wrote it. NOW let’s get into it…

the overarching watcher hate is so justified and hilarious, they really just exist to be the most obnoxious and toxic livestream chat ever. at least, the ones who hang around jimmy are LMAO

AHA i’m glad u liked the part abt jimmy not liking to cry, i’ve been told he’s got a bit of a prideful streak in other series that didn’t come thru as much in his double life run, so that was a little nod to it.

the ranch could not escape its destiny of being tragically burned down 🫡

(omg the therapy appointment interlude. i remember when i’ve had to pause while reading a fic to address real life business and now someone’s doing that for MY writing…. :’))) i hope the appt went well!)

this chapter was a lovely opportunity to really show jimmy stepping up for tango, with both verbal and physical reassurance. he may not know everything abt the hels situation but he knows he loves tango <3

AND YEAH YEAH THAT FIRST ART MEL DID. definitely throwing back to that w tango’s disassociated state and the collar. nice catch ;0

the chin-hand response was another throw back to old mel art, isn’t that fuuuun? ;000

IMPULSE WAS THE MVP OF THIS CHAPTER 💪😤👏

ok the watchers do get their funny moments in here and there HAH

phantonym and tyrannicide did come along! they might be scientists, but they’re as nasty as any hels player (dr l8r_h8r did, in fact, stay home to monitor the portal. he’s kinda over the whole ‘violence’ nonsense.) tango actually targeted them first bc of their lab coats.

and YUP i got a lotta good username ideas from those suggestions. and it WAS very difficult to keep track of them all thru the chat backlog. i don’t know how long i spent going thru each player’s sequence of events, one by one, JUST to make sure i hadn’t forgotten to have someone die for the last time, or show up again without a new join message.

and unfortunately for jimmy he made the classic error of “typo in the group chat.” joel did what he had to 🫡 (buuuut once he saw how serious the situation was, he decided not to push it anymore)

atlas is a clever bastard and i love that yall love to hate him 🙏 he saw a virtual ocean of wolves storming down the hill and was like “ok clearly i’m not dealing with that, so let’s see where my efforts can be better spent.” the hired grunts don’t possess that kind of critical thought 🎻

i’m SO glad you enjoyed it!! thank you again for this lovely feedback <3

[amzthycrazzy]

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Froggie Leap

Lucio x F!reader <3

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Warnings : Suggestive but no NSFW

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Type : fanfic

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The sounds of guns overwhelmed your ears, maugas guns mixed with dva's rockets , Sojourn shooting at the invisible sombra and mercy healing with ana shooting. It overwhelmed your senses, and hurt your head. Mercy continued to heal mauga while ana was trying her best to keep dva's mech alive.

It all hurt. Yet your felt someone was missing. The frog boy. He's- he's not here! You look around frantically and see he's almost dead, his health bar low. He's sitting on the floor. You run to him and grab him a health pack, letting him heal slowly.

His health bar goes up. "Please please please...!"

You beg. Hoping it would work. Ana sees this and shoots him, healing him up fully, his eyes shot open as he grabs your arms. "W-Where are we!?" He yells, a shaking in his eyes. "You passed out! You were low on health but I gotcha!" He smiles a little, hopping back up on his skates than starts to heal dva even more, she manages to kill mauga and mercy. Sojourn finally got sombra. You felt reaper was near and instantly shot his way, killing him. You heard a scream as he respawned : "WHAT THE F-"

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You guys finally got back to the base and sighed, overwhelmed. Your ears still pounded. Lucio took notes for you in a uncalm state. "Hey.. you wanna hang out in my room?.. maybe-??..." He asks,you see he's playing with his fingers. "Sure.. that would be.. nice!" You say, rubbing your head.

As you guys get to his room there's a sense of comfort, a comfort you never felt before, since your shorter than him he had easy access to looking in your eyes from above "here, come sit!" He let's you follow him to his couch as he turns on the TV screen, his room has updated since that last time you were in it. A TV and his recording room with his computer got more stuff. You let him place some headphones over your ears, playing a soft beat. It helps you calm down, a lot. You can't help but fall asleep. Leaning on his shoulder and softly breathing, he notices this and moves so that your heads on his chest while he cuddles you. Maybe he heard it wrong.. but from you came a : "I love you..." He blushes and pulls you closer. "I love you too.. you make my heart do froggy leaps." He giggles softly and falls asleep with you.

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When you wake up in his arms, you see Hana taking pictures with kiriko, you get off quickly causing lucìo to stir awake, pulling you back down by your waist as hana and kiriko run out, you make a mental note to kick their ass later, but lucìo kept you cuddled closer to him, left hand on your thigh and right one on your back.

You blush as he trails his hand against your thigh up, getting even redder when he talks in a morning voice, raspy but it's still his. "You okay?.." He speaks in a low raspy sweet voice. "Yeah.. I'm fine.." you confirm, let him rub your back. "I heard you say you loved me." He says, "last night." Shoot. You guess you said it while sleeping. "I didn't know if it was true.. so.. is it?.." he asked. You look at him and the blush calms down. "Yeah.. it is.." you giggle a bit. "But it's stupid huh.." you say, looking down. "Not at all. I love you too. You make my heart do froggy little leaps.." you both laugh and cuddle closer. Lucio hears a click. He turns and Hana runs again. He sighs as you two listen to smooth music.

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FINALLY URGHH

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[roxie-roo]

Bird of Prey Chapter One: Welcome to the Coalmine

(Taglist: @carry-on-my-wayward-gays <3 hope you like it!)

[TangoTek was blown up by a creeper] [SolidarityGaming died]

When Jimmy respawned, startled, itchy, and a little scorched, he expected to see his soulmate. Though, he hadn't expected said soulmate to be the one causing their first death. Tango got the brunt of the injury when it came to the creeper death, still brushing himself off and grumbling to himself. Jimmy found the sight almost adorable.

"Hey, Tango." He called out. The blaze-hybrid let out a startled little "meep!" as he looked up at Jimmy with a sheepish smile.

"Oh. Hi.. uh- I'm so sorry.." He laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

"It's alright.. honestly, I'm used to being the first one to die, I'd be surprised if I wasn't." He tried to joke.

Tango laughed softly and took Jimmy's hand gently. "Then we might as well get to work setting up somewhere! Before we're both killed again." He grinned, and Jimmy almost swore he felt his heart leap out through his throat.

They decided they'd build a ranch. Jimmy honestly couldn't tell you why that was. It just happened. So did him and Tango's blossoming dynamic. Tango was energetic, and passionate. He talked about redstone projects and life back on the server he was from. Hermitcraft, he said it was. It sounded interesting. Jimmy didn't know much about hermits, or redstone, but he was happy to listen to Tango talk, he liked hearing his voice. And the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, and the way his hands flapped when he talked about something he was super passionate about, or his bright smile and pretty eyes and- wait what.

Oh dear void, Grian was right. Jimmy had fallen for Tango. Hard.

"Jim? Yo- Jim Jam, dude, you okay?" Tango waved a hand in front of his face, and just then it occurred to Jimmy that he'd been staring. At Tango. Oh dear.

"Y- yeah! Yeah, no- I'm fine!"

"If you think I'm cute, just say so." The blazeborn teased, and Jimmy felt his face turn even redder than before. Was that possible? Who knows at this point. All Jimmy knew was that Tango had caught him staring. They joked about it, brushed it off with a laugh, and moved on.

But it had become more frequent. Their little banter, and slow, longing looks. Brushing of hands, hidden smiles, light blush-dusted cheeks.

It caught everyone else's eyes fairly quickly.

"I think I'm coming down with something.." Tango muttered as he was gathering resources with Impulse and Bdubs. He still liked to keep friendly with them, remembering how they'd worked together in past seasons. He thought maybe they could help.

Impulse lit up, a wide grin splitting his face as he saddled up beside Tango and nudged his arm. "Oh you're down with something alright. Bdubs, I think our friend Tango here is in,, the L word."

Bdubs paused for a minute, and if you looked closely you could see the cogs turning in his head, before he nodded like he understood. "Leprosy!"

Impulse raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "No, dude. Four letters, starts with L, ends in E."

Tango certainly understood what he meant at this point, even if Bdubs still didn't.

"Lice?"

"No, Bdubs." Impulse snorted. "Our friend here is in L-O-V-E."

"I'm not in- Impulse shut up-" blaze rods starting to circle tangos head gave away his hidden embarrassment, though to his credit he did try to snatch them and stuff them into his pockets. Free blaze rods.

"I think he is!" Bdubs, now finally fully understanding what's going on, was excited to join in on the teasing. "He's in love!" Impulse nodded and grinned mischievously.

"Tango and Jimmy sitting in a tree!" The two chorused. Tango's head whipped around to face them. He shuffled through his pockets and tossed whatever was light enough not to hurt them, but heavy enough to impact, towards them.

"K-I-S-S- ow!"

"Tango that was mean!"

But that did get Tango thinking. Where did he and Jimmy stand? They'd never talked about it, really. Both parties got too flustered whenever one would try and bring it up.

Soon enough, they'd find the answer in their ranch. Their home.

Jimmy tried to convince himself that the only reason he was laying like this, curled up against Tango and relaxing into the feeling of a warm hand playing with his hair, was just because Tango was practically a human space heater. He was just warm, and nothing more.

That night already had so many near misses with Death. It hung over Jimmy, loomed ominously like a wraith. Tango had been through the games in the past. He knew how this would go. Might as well tell him.

"We're probably gonna be the first out.." He muttered.

"What makes you say that?" Tango asked, looking down at him curiously.

"I've... I've always been the first out in these games. I'm cursed.. the Watchers don't like me, they never have.. so I'm usually first out. And since you're paired with me... well, that means you're cursed too. Sorry.."

"Remember, I'm the one who got us on yellow first." Tango laughed softly and pulled him closer. "I don't mind being cursed. I'm your soulmate, you're stuck with me until the end of this. Beside,, I'm not really concerned with not winning."

Jimmy looked up at him, bewildered. "You-... you're fine with this? Most people would hate being paired with me..." Sure, Scar was accident-prone. But he wasn't cursed.

"I don't.." Tango smiled down at him warmly. "I haven't regretted being paired up with you this far. I won't regret it further down the line either. Promise that."

Jimmy couldn't help the slight snort that escaped him. "Never love a canary... they're meant for the coalmines."

"I'll be your coalmine, then." Tango kissed his forehead, letting his hand come to rest at the base of Jimmy's spine. "Goodnight, Jimmy.."

Jimmy melted into his arm, head resting on Tango's chest as he smiled a little to himself. "Goodnight, Tango... I love you." He whispered, before drifting off. It was the first time it was said between the two. There were moments where it was understood, little fleeting touches or glances, whispered praises, but never those three words. Now it was being said, and Tango was almost breathless.

"I love you too.." He whispered in return. He felt Jimmy's smile against his chest before he fell asleep as well.

It wasn't all fine. Not like Tango kept wanting it to be. Incident after incident, until it culminated. Jimmy stared at the crumbled down ranch, he heard Scar's laughter echoing in his ears, the taunts of those around him, and he broke.

Tango held him as he sobbed late into the night. He shushed and soothed him, rubbing his back and pressing little kisses to his head. "It's okay.. it's okay. You're okay.."

Jimmy choked out a sob and clung to him as tight as he could. This was them taunting him. He knew it had to be. They were pushing him to his limit. It started with the wings. Then this. This was taking it too far.

He had always been their little play-tester. Never a player in their crooked game.

"I can't take this anymore.." He weakly hiccupped and gripped onto Tango even tighter, his body trembling. "I- I can't- I'm not gonna let them fucking do this anymore-"

"Then we won't..." Tango reassured him. "We won't. I promise. We'll fight back.."

"We'll... we'll fight back..." A change seemed to form in Jimmy. One that he'd only ever heard about from those who'd stayed on Red Life much longer than he usually did. Scar, Grian and Ren had told him horror stories of what it might do to one's mind. He finally understood, at least on some level. But it wasn't horror, no... A different kind of fire flooded through him.

Vengeance.

They set to work on a plan once the ranch had been rebuilt. Jimmy got a brewing stand, powered with Tango's blaze rods, and the poison was made within a few minutes. Then came what to put the poison in something, cookies seemed like a natural choice.

"After all." Jimmy commented smugly. "BigB sure loves his cookies. And Ren's clumsy enough that the last half will already be taken care of."

"You're so smart.." Tango muttered and pulled Jimmy into a little kiss, which the avian happily returned.

"I try."

The easy part was getting them to take the bait. BigB and Jimmy had known each other for a long time. He tried not to think about Evo often, though sometimes the thoughts did cross his mind.

"BigB!" he called out cheerfully. "I brought a gift!"

BigB came outside to see him and lit up. "Dude- ! You didn't have to-.."

"Well, I wanted to.. I mean, we're the only ones on red about now. I wanted to sort of.. well, let you guys know you weren't alone."

"Well, thanks! I hope you guys are doing well." BigB said with a grin, eying Jimmy's wings specifically. "You.. uh,, your wings aren't looking too hot."

"Huh?" Jimmy raised an eyebrow and turned to look at them. They were a grayed yellow, pale and sickly looking. He'd have to fix that. "Oh.. I guess that just comes with being on red, y'know?"

"I guess so.."

BigB took the cookies and went inside, and Jimmy left with a smirk.

Too easy.

While Ren was working on some finishing touches to their Box, BigB eagerly took a bite of one of the cookies. It was heavenly. Then again, in his opinion, you couldn't go wrong with cookies. Unless...

There was a strange aftertaste when he'd swallowed. Like it was burning his throat. His chest tightened up as the poison kicked in. Dropping the plate, he tried to call out for Ren, who was already trying to make his way down.

"Dude- what the hell's going on?!"

"Poison- it- poison- Ren be careful!"

Though in his haste, Ren jumped down from a high ledge. The final nail in the coffin.

[Bigbst4tz2 was killed by magic] [Renthedog died]

[kaitohateblog]

Goretober Days 13-16: Insides

Content Warnings: Murder, Robot Gore (with human traits), Blood

“And… cut! That’s the last take! Everyone let’s wrap it all up and get going!”

Once the director finished, everyone rushed to clean up the set. The video for this song was particularly morbid, but a fun shooting for Gackpo. A couple of crew members helped him out of the bathtub of fake blood and to his dressing room. He peeled the soaked button down and slacks off, heavy with synthetic blood. His hair was drenched as well, but that would have to wait until he could shower. For now, he would clean off as much as possible and head home.

His phone lit up with the sound of bamboo dropping in a deer scare. Someone texted him. He tied his hair back, then checked his messages.

Hey, you still at the set? I saw Kaito earlier >_\&lt;

I have this really fun idea !!

Gackpo had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he texted back.

im in my dressing room

tell me rn

He didn’t have to wait long for Una’s response.

Ok, you know how you used an axe in that song? You told me after filming the other day that it was real.

So… what if we. used it. for real ?

LMAO u want me to kill him with it ?

YESS! Exactly!!! It’ll probably scare him since you’re already covered in (fake) blood ^_^

is he still at school ?

yeah, but I could get Miku to talk to him if we need.

yayayay ok ill be there soon

Everyone was still busy cleaning up the set, so they wouldn’t notice Gackpo taking a few things. He changed into a spare costume (it was so annoying getting the blood out of his uniform last time), buttoned the shirt to the top, then slipped out to the props room. There weren’t a bunch of consequences to vocal synths using weapons since injuries could be fixed with a respawn, so the one he used in filming was a real axe. It wasn’t too heavy either, and the department did well with decorating.

After saying goodbye to the crew, Gackpo walked back to school. It wasn’t far from the studio, only 5 or 6 minutes. After all, all of the music videos filmed there were for fellow synthloids. He waved to Gumi and Lily as he walked through the gates. The school was emptying out now, but Una’s voice could be heard over the chatter of students heading home.

On the second floor he saw Kaito’s head, teal twintails, and the top of a bright blue horned hat above the dwindling sea of students. Gackpo ducked into the Kaito Hate Club Clubroom and pulled his phone out to text Una.

haiiiii

im in the clubroom. i will hide behind the door ˸P

Oki doki ;}

Even from inside the clubroom he could hear Una say goodbye to Miku. Una whined about something, then two sets of feet approached.

“Come on! You have to see this!”

“Okay… but I’m not sure about this.”

Una slid the door open, tugged Kaito in, and slid the door closed again.

As if on cue, Gackpo emerged from the shadows and raised the axe. Kaito turned at the last second in horror before the blade crashed down onto him.

The axe went through Kaito’s body, splitting it cleanly in half. In the onslaught, blood sprayed around the room. Now, the blood pooled at the floor and the innards of the two halves were free to see.

The fresh muscle tissue was tender, intertwined with silver wires and multicolored cables. Open veins stained opaline bones with crimson as the blood drained from the still-warm body. His organs were mainly intact, save the cut through the center. If synthloid bodies didn’t despawn after a few hours, the carcass would have been a fine source of grisly samples.

The slice through the brain exposed the internal matter and wires that strung the body together. It was a faded pink, though it too was dyed red with the blood that flowed around it. If Gackpo missed and hit the heart instead, there would have been a chance Kaito could still see through his eyes before he respawned. The damage to the head cut the wires, cutting off his brain activity and vision with it.

His heart beat a few moments before it stopped. It was a duller grey than the wires, more of a brushed steel, but now as useless as the fried cables connected to it. It was a gruesome sight, but after some time the only thing left would be the bloodstains. The blood would be gone after a week at most though— it was just as synthetic as the blood Gackpo sat in earlier.

Una giggled and shook her arms with glee. “That was amazing! Smack in the center!” they shouted. Gackpo wiped the sweat from his brow and laid the axe against a desk stacked with anti-Kaito posters. He smiled as he admired his handiwork.

Kaito would be respawning any minute now, and it wouldn’t be too long until he ended up on the floor of the clubroom again. Another tally for the club’s Kaito Kill Counter.

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

Have you watched Emesis Blue? What did you think of it?

(I LOVED IT)

I have! I’ve also written some stuff about it!

Cw: spoilers, obvious dark subject matter

Okay, I wanna talk about the beginning and how well they portrayed true relationship between Jeremy and Fritz. It’s clear they’ve got a mutual trust in one another and it hurts all the more when Fritz finds him dead. I’m still 100% devastated by the ugly ass smile Medic gives in the respawn. That hurts me so bad man. The way they portray Fritz’s mental state decaying is chilling but it sheds him in a light that this was bred from necessity. He clearly cares about Jeremy, there would be no reason for him to go to the slaughterhouse otherwise. And while plagued with these visions he doesn’t want to worry Jeremy with trivial detail.

The setup of all of it was amazing and the amount of Kubrick references absolutely had be absorbed. It’s nice to feel a story flesh out certain properties to something entirely it’s own. The looping sequences sent chills down my spine but my favorite mindfuck were the conaghers.

Zed has to be one of my favorite renditions of Engie because of how they portray him as an active threat rather than passive danger. While he appears cool and sadistic, that coolness is out the window the second he gets a chance to play with someone he deems a threat (ie) Fritz. The moment he said “I’da got you.” and starts giggling showed me just how fucked up he was if he wasn’t already. He’s got a childish ass outlook on this, and him stuck inside a place like Teufort is absolutely NOT GOOD. (Love Teufort but it’s the shittiest map. Also my favorite though.)

Maynards design had me frothing at the mouth, I’m just gonna say that straight up. He didn’t even do nothin outwardly he just kind of went along, which- yeah I guess let your creepy younger brother tourture that poor twink. He really does give off the vibe of a man disconnected, Medics whole bit about strangling him was out of left field but necessity. That scene in particular made me feral.

It showed us what I imagine to be an anomaly in the loop correcting itself, but therefore making the entity more aggressive, the entity in question Fritz. That whole scenes cinematography is brilliant.

Now I get on to my absolute favorite character ever.

Fucking soldier.

Never thought that someone could do such a damn good job emulating Rick may but FUCK did they. The lower, and more stark tone to the character made his wacky lines way funnier: it shows someone who seems incompetent being truly skilled at what they do. Surviving. While his methods are ridiculous it’s his leaps of faith that save him.

With bat out of fucking hell sniper he showed that he doesn’t like to give mercy. He shows a side that would make him antagonistic. But throughout the whole film he shows nothing aside from compassion, even towards the people he barley knows. That elevator scene says it all to me. He has reason to be suspicious but through that he chooses to be kind. It sunk my heart seeing the warfeild scene, it was quiet in a way. It was bleak and chaotic but he seemed perfectly fine to be there for just a moment.

Jane lost… a lot. In this film. He lost his coworker to the pits of an evil fucking loop. He lost a friend in Demo when Demo froze. (That scene broke me btw.) He lost dignity and connection and hope. And afterwards he looked so… dead? He won.

He escaped but what was the cost in the end? The loop continued on. His blank stare shared with medic and the attempt to blow him and the venue itself up over spies inaccurate details really shows his need for the truth. This film helped me out a lot with characterizing Solly in the future he’s honestly a darling.

On the topic of the loop and the way they constructed it holy shit. Those beginning shots were so so affective at building the atmosphere. I thought it’d be found footage till the end but NO, it just set up the mood and shit RAGGH

[arts-and-drafts]

Come Morning Light (Part 9)

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight

(In which Tommy finally breaks, and his admin is there to help. This is a pretty big chapter in terms of Tommy's upcoming arc!! I'm pretty excited for this one :] Mind the TWs, there's a LOT of angst)

CW: Violence mention, LOTS of death mentions, self harm (minor), abuse mentions, unprocessed grief

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This fucking sucked.

Tommy was outside when False respawned, but he wasn't far enough to escape her gut-wrenching gasp as she came back to life after falling to Dream's blade. It was a sensation Tommy knew intimately, a feeling that he would never forget.

Dream beat False. Because of fucking course he did. Tommy knew he asked everyone to intentionally not kill Dream, but it still stung viciously to see that message in chat. Seeing False's name before Dream's in that manner of message made bile rise in Tommy's throat.

He couldn't face any of the hermits he asked to die for him, hence why he was outside his old repurposed doghouse Joe lent him at the very beginning, where every remaining hermit set their spawn on his old bed. He couldn't bear to look them in the eye and tend to them after sending them to this fate in the first place.

Tommy wasn't used to feeling like this. He wasn't used to caring for other people so much that it hurt when they died for him. Back on the SMP, Tubbo was the only one left that got close enough to Tommy's heart for it to hurt when he was gone, and there was no way in End that Tommy would let Tubbo take any sort of bullet for him again. Tubbo was all Tommy had now, and he would rather die his final death than lose him.

Thinking about Tubbo made Tommy's chest constrict painfully, so he shut down that line of thinking. Or at least, he tried. His mind was never good at listening to him.

Instead of thinking of something else, Tommy's mind wouldn't stop circulating around Tubbo. There was always a hole in his chest where Tubbo used to be since he'd come here, and it hurt more than anything physical that had ever happened to him, which was certainly saying something.

For a horrifying second, a voice in his head spoke up.

If you go with Dream, you'll see him again, you know.

Tommy shot to his feet, shaking his head until he was dizzy and then bopped his fists against his skull just to hammer the point home. No, no, a fucking THOUSAND times, no. He'd rather die. He would.

So why was his brain circling around that now?!

He needed to go mining. He needed to dig a big hole and forget everything else. Tommy's fingers itched to summon his pickaxe, but logic stopped him. He had to stay here, he had to lure Dream to him. He had to be the bait or everyone else would die.

FUCK.

Tommy jumped a foot in the air when he suddenly sensed someone walking up to him. He whirled around to see Xisuma, of all people, holding up his hands in surrender as if he couldn't take a scrawny kid that was at least three feet shorter than him.

Tommy lowered his axe and scowled. "What."

A mistake. Xisuma raised an eyebrow underneath his visor, and Tommy knew he was in for it.

"Hey, cool it, kiddo. I'm just coming to check on ya." Xisuma said. Tommy never had a parent, but he would bet diamonds that they would sound just like this. "How are you?"

Tommy barked an incredulous laugh with no humor behind it. "Are you fuckin' serious?"

"Watch the language," said Xisuma, on instinct. Tommy's chest tightened more.

"Don't start with that shit!" Tommy stood to his full height, jabbing a finger at the admin he was supposed to fear. "This is the second worst day of my fucking life! I can swear all I fucking want!!"

"Okay!" Xisuma exclaimed, exasperation on his face of all things. He gently put a massive hand over Tommy's, lowering it from his chest. "Okay. That's fine. You can swear, Tommy, I'm sorry."

And now Tommy felt like the asshole. He opted to sniff haughtily at the admin and pulled away from Xisuma's touch to cross his arms. "That's what I fuckin' thought."

He didn't like the way Xisuma was looking at him. He looked like Bad when he pinched his eyebrows like that, almost the exact same way the demon used to do when he noticed something was up with Tommy and he was trying to play it off.

Why was everything reminding him of the SMP? Why couldn't he just leave it in the past? Why wouldn't it let him heal? Why did it haunt him everywhere he looked? He thought he was finally getting better--and then of fucking course Dream turned up to ruin it.

"Hey," Xisuma said gently, and Tommy blinked back to the current situation. Xisuma was close, but not touching him. The admin wasn't sure where they were in regards to that, and Tommy would've been lying if he said he didn't appreciate the caution. It made him feel respected.

"You're in the anger part, huh?" Xisuma asked, making Tommy blink. "What's that mean?"

"The stages of grief are denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance." Xisuma rattled off, nearly losing Tommy's attention in one sentence. "Dream invaded us. I'd think you a madman if you weren't doing pretty bad right now."

Tommy sucked in a shaky breath, his anger wavering. He wanted to hold on to it, because when he was angry he didn't have to feel scared and sad. He had to harness that anger to fight Dream.

Wilbur's voice echoed sharply in his head. 'Tommy, calm.'

Fuck, he missed Wilbur.

"Oh, Tommy." Xisuma murmured, and with a start the boy realized tears had started to fall yet again. Tommy hurriedly scrubbed them away.

He was so sick of being hurt all by himself. He was so exhausted from keeping memories to himself. He was so tired of missing.

He was so, so tired.

"This has happened before." Tommy croaked, struck with a sudden honesty. Xisuma didn't move, and whether or not the information surprised him remained unknown to Tommy. He still decided to continue.

"Back home, it...I was part of a revolution." Tommy said. The words were foreign on his tongue. Wilbur was always the one telling this story.

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut.

"Dream was--he wasn't so bad, back then. But we still wanted to be free." Tommy recounted. "So we made L'manburg. Our own nation, free from tyranny." He parroted. Xisuma thankfully stayed quiet as he wiped away more tears.

"And we fought. We fought really hard. And we lost. I lost." Tommy sniffled, his hand twitching towards the scar in his abdomen. "I lost the duel."

Tommy took a breath. "But then I clutched with my disks and we were free. But Dream fuckin' hated our guts after that, and--"

Tommy caved in on himself, covering his face with his hands.

"He took everything from me. Everything I ever-"

Tommy swallowed a sob, his chest raw after finally letting out what was killing him inside. He wiped his nose with his sleeve and stared at the ground, anger and hurt swirling inside him.

"...So of course I'm doing fuckin' bad, Xisuma." Tommy uttered bitterly. "Everyone's in danger and it's all my fuckin' fault. Again."

"If it's anyone's fault, it's Dream's." Xisuma finally spoke, a new iron in his voice that made Tommy meet his eyes. "You are the victim, Tommy. You came here for asylum. Dream chose to pursue you here. It was always Dream's fault."

Xisuma kneeled again, his purple eyes wide and earnest. "And I promise you, it will come to an end. I'll do what I need to, Tommy. We'll stop him."

And here was the admin of the server Tommy invaded, literally lowering himself to the boy that put his people in danger. Here was the admin of the server Tommy doomed, promising that he'd take down the monster Tommy brought to his doorstep.

Tommy learned a long time ago to trust promises with a grain of sand.

"I want to be alone, please." He said, his voice very small against his will.

Xisuma blinked, as if he didn't expect that reaction, but his eyes remained even as he stood back up. "Of course, bud. I'll be right inside if you need me."

The admin turned to go back into the doghouse, and Tommy watched him go.

And then they both froze in place as they noticed the night sky glowing red.

The acrid smell of smoke choked Tommy's senses, and it took everything inside of him to push back the rapidly gaining fog in his mind. He blinked, taking a step back.

"I-I thought fire didn't spread here!" Tommy stammered, his gaze latched onto embers that were beginning to reach the stars from the direction of the shopping district.

Tommy wrenched his eyes away from the scene to the admin, desperate for an explanation, but Xisuma was so still that he could've been an armor stand.

"...It doesn't."

[regurgitatedskeleton]

Started Breath of the Wild today, here are my notes:

- climbed a tree

- jumped off a cliff and died (gotta test out fall damage and dying)

- the loading screen tells me that fall damage is a thing. I wonder if that is on purpose or just (un)lucky? Either way pretty funny

- picked up a stick

- pestered an old man

- tried to hit him with the stick but he dodged and didn’t care :(

- stole his torches, apple and axe

- set myself on fire and then ate the apple to heal the heart

- climbed an apple tree for its apples and then cut it down

- threw an apple at the old man and then cooked it

- killed some creature thing

- managed to turn off my destination in the tutorial where it tells you how to turn it on

- one shotted a slime w/axe. Nice

- Cut down another apple tree, tree and apples fell in water and I gave up on them

- cut down another tree bc I’m already doing deforestation so why not

- realised my destination was off and turned it back on

- killed a guy next to my destination w/his own sword and shield bc he dropped it

- realised that these guys drop loot (didn’t loot the other one)

- saw two more on a hill w/bows

- they shot the ground for a while but I took mercy and killed them

- now I have a bow lez goooo

- put tablet in stone and now there’s towers everywhere? They feel evil but idk maybe they’re good

- turns out the towers work for me? Still dunno if that’s good or not, i mean the second thing I did after leaving the cave was jump off a cliff, and I did set myself on fire on purpose at some point so…

- stuck on a tower am I supposed to jump off or something? Have already confirmed that this game has fallen damage tho

- old man comes flying in and says that jumping off of cliffs is stupid. I feel personally attacked

- oh no now I have to follow him I hope he’s not slow

- he is slow but he said the Treebeard thing so I guess I can spend the time entertaining myself w/Treebeard quotes

- jumped in water. Caught some fish. Everything says to cook but I hope there’s a better way than chucking everything on fire. Wonder if things can burn?

- man axes are so much better at cutting down trees than swords are

- got an acorn from that tree my sword killed

- drowned in mud. This old man sent me after treasure probably thinking it was fool proof but I died to mud before I could even get there. RIP

- found a treasure chest in the mud. Tried to jump to it. Drowned in mud. Actually fully died and now I’m back with the old man

- cut down another tree and now my sword is damaged. At least I got another stick, now I have like 4 so we should be sweet

- went inside and got magnet powers. Left and used magnets to get the chest in the water. Treasure was easy lol

- threw a box through the air for shits and giggs

- tried to use the metal boxes to platform through the mud to the chests

- broke all but one box because they are weirdly fragile

- go back downstairs to try reset boxes

- realise the floor is magnetic and Zelda “you found something” sound plays

- probably not as easy of a task as I thought

- am now wondering if I can magnet those chests towards me?

- left the cave to find more boxes and ran into a skeleton

- killed skeleton with his own arm?

- had to drop some sticks to pick up the other skeleton’s arm :(

- I like the weapon that’s still flailing around over the stick tho

- yay the box respawned

- took two over and stacked them in the mud, ran back for the third one

- found a chest in the water idk if I missed one or it respawned?

- the boxes in the mud despawned but it’s okay because I found a metal beam that was perfect

- got attacked by another skeleton. My skeleton arm broke so I picked up his and killed him

- dunno how much I like this durability. On one hand i don’t usually like it. On the other weapons are easy to get, especially mid fight so it’s probably fine

- chests had some arrows

- Shot a fire arrow to see if you could pick it up like the others but no, I’ve just added arson to my list of crimes. Oops

- okay I went back to the cave now

- lol the statue commended my resolve, I guess it missed the part where I ditched twice haha

- man some of these dialogue options are so rude. I refuse to demand his glider so aggressively. I have put this man through enough (and stolen enough ) so far and no doubt will do it again

- also rude

- this man backed out of the deal. Which is fair I did steal his apple. And he definitely knows more than he lets on. I like him

- such as the secret of teleportation apparently

- probs he has a sheila stone too and is trying to mentor me? For better or for worse ig. Hope he’s a good guy

- makes me find more smh

- turrets are mean also I used up a few more of my fire arrows and it did no damage also I died again

- snuck past these bitches it’s ok I guess. I got the the stone either way

- found some bombs

- blew myself up for science

- it hurt a bit

- half a heart is left but don’t die die die

- ran out of those fish I caught :(

- got thrown by a big pushy thing for science and fun and most importantly loot, we got more amber I hope it’s useful bc now I have 2

- how come I take fall damage when I jump off a cliff but these things can fling me a while and I take none? I mean I’m glad I don’t take damage here but it’s like they was me to go get that glider thing or something

- statue says I’m resourceful like bro did you miss the part where I blew myself up on purpose

- turrets are still there, unsurprisingly. Link tried Throwing a Bomb. It was not at all effective. Link tried Run Away. Worked like a charm

- went back to the starting area to cook my remaining apples. I see myself using them soon. Tried to cook the herbs that said they could be cooked but they just died. Maybe I need to find a pot?

- decided to go look at the old castle thing

- accidentally threw a lot of bombs in the castle but I don’t think I damaged anything

- immediately started smashing ancient and probably priceless antiques/relics, which is on par with what I remember from the DS games I played (mostly Phantom Hourglass, couldn’t get past the Zelda part of the tutorial for Spirit Tracks, oops) Also remember cutting grass with my spin move

- Got told to piss off and be better so I guess I’ll do that

- killed a pig(?) boar(?) some type of animal because why not at this point

- found more mobs

- AHHH BEEES!!!

- my (admittedly very little) experience with bees in Zelda games says run away or possibly do the spin? Can’t spin so ran away

- shot the nest, shot the bees, got some honey

- found a house I think I’m stealing from the old man again. I don’t blame him for making me work I’ve stolen everything I can so far

- cooked a herb and it didn’t die this time so that’s nice

- read his diary like a weirdo. He sounds lonely he just wants his recipe but he’s gonna get home and I’ve stolen his pitchfork

- old man let me sleep in his bed. This guy is nice. I hope he doesn’t end up evil

- I cut some wood for him I hope he likes it

- he doesn’t seem impressed with my cooking, and now he knows I’ve been snooping

- he seems cool with it tho?

- idk if he knows who I am but I like the idea of an old wise man seeing a young person running around a fantasy world and kinda just adopting them

- found the spin move :)

- what do I have to climb a mountain now? Like how?

- okay I made it, it was actually pretty easy

- I love how the temperature is in Celsius but also doesn’t display a number, only colours. Feels targeted towards the USA ngl. Idk fahrenheit makes no sense to me but you do you

- so they’ve given me bombs, magnets and Force Slow. Is there gonna be a boomerang at some point?

- haha that rock flew

- for once I didn’t screw up a trial so I’ll take resourceful. Even if I did spend some time attacking random mobs. They’re just trying to have a family dinner but no, I have better ideas

- alright I think it’s time for me to sleep it’s late haha

Overall, this game is pretty fun so far, will play again

[fandomandangstlover]

oh!! since i just rbd that post about him tell me more about cannibal engiee! -if not him then maybe ramble about pyroland engiee? [also hiiiiii hii dell i hope u are doing well today!! ^o^/] -plushpyro

HIII HELLOOO YES YES AH'LL LUV TO TALK ABOUT THEM!!!!!; ← is going to talk about both of them //& ah hope u havin a gud time too!!!

cannibal engineer (he/they for now) <3

okay this man. his team was starving to death because of the shipment of supplies stop being sent to the base & well. things were running out.

so, starved & sleep deprivation from trying to get in contact with their superiors, dove out into the New Mexico Dessert & basically tried to get to Teufort. unfortunately? he didn't get there. he did, however, get to a little house out in the middle of nowhere.

so, with his car ALSO running out of gas, he pulled up & ended up asking the couple that lived in the house for food.

he was.. unfortunately declined. something about.. well, he doesn't remember. what he does remember, however, was blood on his hands & the couple's bodies still warm. an horrific idea popped into his head after raiding the whole house for supplies, which. wasn't a lot. so, with the memories of the slaughterhouse that his father runs, he.. took care of the bodies. took the meat, all of it that's on the body, kept it cool so it wouldn't rot. changed clothes. burnt everything down when he had everything of importance out, so no one would know.

when he's back to the base, with new gas that he stole, his body went on autopilot. he put everything away, barely registering the questions that his teammates had, lying through everything, & started cooking. he was .. a little spacey. almost burnt something on the stove when Heavy decided that, yeah he needs help cooking.

so everyone was fed that day. they thanked him, they thanked him when they didn't even know who they just ate. & he didn't tell them. he couldn't. he can't. he can't he can't he just can't.

- he's heavily fucked from this. he may or may not ate a bit of the bodies before actually cutting them up. so there's the fuckery from that too.

- he used to love meat. now everytime he thinks of it, he can only sees his victims' faces before they die.

- Spy has suspicions. she will figure it out at some point.

- Engie kills on the daily now. mostly to fed his team. goes out & finds whatever town that's out there & just.. "borrows" some of their residents.

- likes roses <3

Pyroland (they/them, fine with he/him) go brr my beloved

- loves, LOVES stickers. will stick them to everything & everyone.

- is besties with their Pyro & close to their Soldier. Pyro because of their shared Pyroland Vision, Soldier because he was with them in the Respawn Limbo.

- Pyro (any/all) is sorta like their caretaker. it looks after Engie whenever they're around & they hang around her a lot. Pyro is more aware of what's not food & so it makes sure that they don't break their teeth trying to eat a wrench.

- Soldier (he/him for now) is close friends with Engie. they love eachother in a way that they know what they've been through & doesn't want eachother to be alone in it. goes to eachother whenever they remember things.

- eyes turn from hearts to white dots whenever gets snapped out of their Pyroland state/when traumatic memories start resurfacing. Respawn is not to be talked about around them. same with discussions of the Aftermath of Death. they have seen it. there was nothing.

- still fights. is just more brutal with it. yes they're very aware that they're killing, yes they enjoy it, yes they know it's their job.

- loves sweets!!! mostly lollipops & gummies. they have built gummy sentries too :3 working on a Dispenser that gives gummies as well as heals & ammo.

- everyone on their team now wears pink. because it's funny.

oughh.. feel free to ask more!!!!! ah luv them sm & would love to work on them more

[kellanved-ammanas]

Sniper Ships & Pals: Medic - Something is Concealed

The uber-heart was one of Medic’s greatest inventions, right up there with the medi-gun and the fluid that ran it, capable of healing almost any injury. Why someone, especially someone who worked the job of a killer, wouldn’t want such a heart was impossible to for Medic to understand. Even Pyro had agreed to the surgery, only requesting that his face stay covered for it. So why Sniper was holding out was a mystery. An annoying mystery.

And so, on the day he’d intended to perform the heart transplant on himself, he was instead knocking on the door to Sniper’s camper van. It took him a minute or so to answer despite there being no room inside for him to have had to move far to reach the door.

He sighed at the sight of Medic standing before him. “This is about the heart thing again, ain’t it?”

“Yes. It is important that everyone on the team has one.” Medic had actually been ordered to make sure such was the case after how much of a success it had been with Heavy. He hadn’t needed the encouragement, neither had most of the rest of the team except for Sniper.

“Yeah, I know but… I just don’t want it, ‘kay? It’s not like you’re gonna want to be using the uber on me anyway.”

“What if I do want to though, huh? Or what if you’re the only one nearby when it’s charged, huh? And I do not see why you wouldn’t want the chance to become literally invincible even if it is only for a few seconds.” Granted understanding other people’s reasons for wanting or not wanting things was difficult but this was a whole other level. Even if Respawn brought them back to life when they died, dying still hurt as did getting shot. Why wouldn’t Sniper want the chance to be freed of that while have free reign on the battlefield? It was nonsensical. “There is something you’re not telling me.”

Sniper groaned as he shuffled back and forth on his feet. “Yeah, there is and it ain’t none of your business. Just tell the higher ups I got some kinda problem that makes it impossible for you to do the surgery on me or something.”

“Is it tomophobia?”

“I don’t even know what that is.”

“It’s a fear of surgery.”

“Oh, then… no. It’s not a phobia of anything. Just drop it, okay?”

How was Medic supposed to just drop it? “Even Pyro agreed to the surgery so why aren’t you?”

Sniper sighed. “Look mate, it’s complicated. Just try to be a good doctor for once and respect my privacy on this, all right?”

Respecting people’s privacy wasn’t something Medic cared to do when it came to performing medical experiments on them. He could force it here if he really wanted to. All it would take was a quick stab with a needle filled with a sedative and Sniper would wake up with a new heart that he could do nothing about. But Medic already had seven other people with the uber-hearts implanted in them, and intended to do himself soon, so there’d be plenty of experimental medicine going on already.

He could force it with Sniper just for the sake of it but making an unnecessary enemy of someone so deadly wasn’t wise. And well, Medic didn’t have many allies, they were exceedingly hard to come by and even harder to keep, so wasting one didn’t sit right. And so…

“Fine,” he said with sigh. “Have it your way.”

“Thanks.”

Medic turned and left. He had his own heart surgery to perform on himself. How he was going to manage that exactly, he was still figuring out but the medi-gun would help a lot for sure.

A couple months later in the infirmary

“This is why you were so against the uber-heart implant?” Medic almost couldn’t believe it was something so silly.

Sniper flinched a little. “Yeah.”

“Why would you think I would care?”

“I wasn’t sure and… I wasn’t ready to come out in general so…” he trailed off with a shrug. “So can you remove them or… what?”

“Oh, easy.” This wouldn’t be the first time Medic had performed top surgery on a member of the team. “Presumably you’re already getting your hormones from elsewhere. I could take over that too. And I can also give you a penis. Possibly even a fully functioning one, like you’ll be able to impregnate someone kind of thing. That’s something I’ve wanted to experiment with for a while now.”

“Uh… I’ll have to think about all that. For now just… getting rid of my boobs will do and I guess you can do the heart thingy too if you still want. Only reason I didn’t want it before was ‘cause of my chest.”

“Very well. Go lay down on the table and we’ll begin.”

“Uh… so we’re doing it right now?”

“I don’t see why we wouldn’t. We’re in the lab and I have nothing else I need to work on right now.”

“I guess that’s a fair point. Let’s do this then.”

[leopardmask-ao3]

NHHP 2022 Day 28: Filling the Hole in Your Heart with the Warmth of a Friend

Link to the challengeToday’s Word is: Burn Characters: Zedaph, Iskall Season: HC 9 Other tags/warnings: Death and respawn, Word Count: 691

Summary: Zedaph is working on his Zedvancements - specifically, one that involves getting himself killed a few times. He's hoping that his crazy new idea will make one or two deaths a little safer.

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"You're crazy, you know that, right?"

"Pleeease, Iskall?" Zedaph begged. "It's for science!"

"It's for you're-crazy, that's what it's for."

"Look, I need to get killed by a blaze at some point, for Zedvancement reasons," Zedaph argued, "and I'd rather not have to go out and find one and maybe die to something else on the way there and have a chance at losing all my stuff, if there's a possibility of pretending we have a blaze at home."

Iskall sighed and took the cloth-wrapped blaze rod from Zedaph's hand. "Fine. I've got to do some steps first though, okay?"

He pulled a small utility knife from his pocket, held the blaze rod over a stone counter, and started whittling one end down. "I am carving this sharp," he explained, "because I am not going to be stabbing anybody with a blunt stick. That's just not how it works."

"Ohh," Zedaph marveled. "See? I am so glad I came to you for this!"

Iskall paused to laugh at that. " ...Okay."

After a few minutes, Iskall had a pile of blaze powder in front of him, and a very pointy blaze rod in his hand. "This is enough, I think. Fiery things sometimes need more, uh... more oomph, I've heard it called? But you're a willing victim here so I think it's fine. You know where your spawnpoint is, yes?"

"Ah. Well." Zedaph stepped over to Iskall's bed, taking out his communicator with one hand and resting the other hand on the bedframe. A white spark briefly jumped between his hand and the bed. "Yes I do! It's right here."

Iskall chuckled again. "So long as you change it back once you're out of here."

Zedaph made a motion at his chest. "Cross my heart, promise."

Iskall lightly traced the point of the blaze rod across Zedaph's chest and rested it at a specific spot. "Actually, your heart is about... here."

Zedaph blinked, then took a deep, nervous breath. "Right. Of course. Do it, then."

He squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself.

Iskall shoved the blaze rod into Zedaph's chest.

"Haaah!" Zedaph awoke with an agitated noise. He sat up and winced, pressing one hand to his chest.

"Are you okay?" Iskall asked.

"I think so," Zedaph replied, rubbing at the spot. "Just leftover nerve stuff, you know how it is. That hurt!"

"I warned you." Iskall shrugged. "Tried to make it quick."

"Yeah, it was quick, for sure. Quicker than most fiery deaths I've had."

"Did it work?"

Zedaph checked the statistics list on his communicator. "Aww, dangit! It didn't even count as a blaze kill... well, at least now we know that, hey? Thank you for sciencing this with me!"

Iskall gave him an odd look. "You're... welcome, I guess?"

"Oh, and you can keep the blaze rod if you want," Zedaph offered. "Or powder it, use it in your brewing, it doesn't much matter to me now."

-

Zedaph's chest still felt warm as he left Iskall's place; though the feeling cooled as he flew, it returned as he approached his base. The heat wasn't uncomfortable, though, so he filed it away as something for Future Zedaph to figure out.

-

Zedaph eventually managed to get himself killed by a blaze - though they didn't seem as eager to attack as they should, and their fireballs barely affected him at times. He started researching blazes, to see if maybe the lingering warmth within him was affecting his relationship with them.

There wasn't much research he could find, but what he did find indicated... maybe? Blazes were built on soul magic, like less-intense Withers, so the best Zedaph could figure was that, somehow, a little bit of blaze soul had gotten stuck to his own soul when Iskall had stabbed him. And so, in the fortresses, blaze recognized blaze.

He kept track of the heat around his heart. It intensified around his home, but also around other hermits - especially Tango and Impulse. With all the positive associations, it was no wonder that Zedaph came to enjoy it. Any metaphorical warming of his heart had become literal; what could be wrong with that?