#mc (dyvj)

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

I want to tell you how much the scene where Dime gets beaten up by the coven broke me. I knew it was on me but i felt so so so sad for them, I wanted to climb into the screen and hug them but at the same time i knew it would not do them any good, it wouldn't heal anything and the fact that they might have gone through this in the past twisted the knife further. It made me feel helpless and i want the other characters to know what Dime puts up with, want someone to save them because my poor little villain can't 😭😭😭

oh goshhh

I'm glad(?) that hit so hard. It was intended to be brutal and I chose not to pull the punches on it, especially in terms of like, Dime not having opportunities to do anything in the moment. Every version of them knows they're helpless. They've learned they're helpless.

writing the subsequent part where they're scrambling over themselves to please Hypothesis/avoid further punishment was mm, fun, yeah. fun.

[wanderingchronicle]

paradigm goes skip diving

hello fellow villain juice drinkers, I have a present in the form of my soggiest Dime (Morgan, xe/xer) climbing into a roadside bin. Please enjoy xer. ao3 mirror here

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The mask formerly known as Morgan liked to think xe was a resourceful person, which is why xe was currently climbing into a skip.

From the look of it, the house with the dilapidated fence had been owned by something of a hoarder and the new owners — or perhaps the family of the deceased — had been throwing out the contents of the house. Including Morgan's current prize, a free-standing clothes rail that looks like it has seen better days.

Xe has clothes back in xer shipping container, but right now they're stored in a heap on the floor. Xe prays, although xe gave up on the idea God might give much of a shit about xer a good decade ago, that the clothes rail is relatively intact.

Unfortunately, xe needs to actually retrieve the rail…and herein lies the problem. Primarily, that as well as being a resourceful person, xe is all of one hundred and fifty-five centimeters tall, on xer own, and it's dark.

At least, blessedly, the house itself is dark and unoccupied. Morgan — it's been a while since xe thought of xerself as Morgan — attempts one more time to get xer leg up over the lip of the bin.

With a pang, xe recalls being boosted by Shauna or Grant into all sorts of places. Being small meant xe could worm through gaps and let the rest of AdVenture in behind xer, or investigate places that would otherwise be inaccessible to the members of the team who were — as Grant used to put it, the asshole — sized like normal human beings.

Finally, xe gets xer leg over, and rolls over to fall painfully on top of a chest of drawers painted a duck-egg blue that would normally be quite appealing, but there's no way xe will be able to carry it. Carefully, Morgan climbs to xer feet, eyes set on the prize. A battered garment rack with a built in wire shelf. It's green, which is xer favourite colour, so it must be fate.

"Come to daddy," Morgan mumbles, venturing a step forward. Nothing shifts under xer weight, so xe tries another step and immediately winces as glass gives way under xer cheap sneakers.

Morgan dares a look down. Xe has stepped on a mirror, the kind that has a little stand, the reflection of xer scrawny denim-clad legs spiderwebbed with cracks. Xe's seen xer own reflection in public bathrooms and shop windows — tiny and gaunt, with wavy dark brown hair down to xer hips, hazel eyes bloodshot from poor sleep. Xer flannel is tied around xer waist, the fine spiderweb of dark veins on their shoulders only just visible under xer t-shirt.

Xe doesn't have a mirror at home. If xe had, xe would have known the veins weren't properly hidden. Maybe, just maybe, if the skip is still here tomorrow night and the mirror hasn't been wholly smashed…

"I'll come back for you," Morgan promises, before reaching for the garment rack. There's no way xe can carry both, not today.

Much to xer delight, the rack isn't very heavy. Unwieldy, yes, but not heavy. And — yes! score! — an opened container of cheap plastic hangers, with five still inside. Morgan steps carefully across the skip, successfully avoiding the remainder of the mirror, then puts down xer prize to climb out onto the grass verge.

Xe did it. Xe has a way to store xer clothes that isn't leaving them on the floor. Xe has coathangers. Morgan does a furtive little dance, alone on the side of the road, and sets off down the street carrying the clothes rack like a ginormous baby.

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

Alistair to MC

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

Wait I have a question. When your Mc transforms, is the Goop (?) Black stuff like a full bodysuit that covers your whole face and body? I'm trying to understand how it looks :'3

The membrane is mostly upper body - it covers their entire arms, shoulders, and head, and some of their chest/back, but it doesn't extend further down unless they're consciously trying to get it to do that. (Or mutating, where their whole body just does its own crazy thing)

So I guess for a visual, more like something's been dumped over their head and has trickled partway down their body than it being a bodysuit.

[hungrydogs-if]

wild friday night party with me and clipstudio pain(t).

so... has anyone played drink your villain juice? bc i'm obsessed. always overjoyed to make my mc's miserable so it's right up my alley, mwah. and the writing is so good. i can only strive.

it gave me inspiration to flex ye olde art skills and i've missed it. my fingers hurt though, dunno why i gotta have a death grip on my pen lol.

go play dyvj if you haven't! it's seriously amazing.

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

I'm forever avoiding Beth I think, even though I'm in love with her. Just because my Dime knows she's poison and she'll just bring Beth down. Can't wait to see how Beth reacts when she finds out that her not-gf is avoiding her because of self loathing.

*nods in the "I'd just drag her down with me." choice from the hounds chapter*

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

Brutality MC

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

I play my MC very quiet and stoic. I like how with the altruists they come across (imo lol) as mysterious and aloof and (upon further inspection) sometimes maybe also awkward and easily embarrased. but then at the coven that silence is recontextualized as a learned response to the horrible conditions they have to survive in. I think my MC would hate for the ppl they know in the outside world to see them like that. so much shame

*FRANTIC SCRIBBLING*

How MC acts in the Coven (and how that spills over into other stuff) was one of the first concepts I came up with and I'm so glad it's hitting.

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

How old was the AdVenture group when the incident happened?

So this is another of those things I've intentionally left vague such that players can fill in the blank with their preference/play it a certain way if they really want to. Like I alluded in the previous post, on that night, Dime is in the range of 18-25, and the others kinda shift in relation to them, if that makes sense.

Beth and Shauna are generally the eldest: specifically the lower boundary for them both is about 20. Beth was working on college alongside the barista stuff at the time of the incident, and Shauna was in the same school year as her. Grant and Prii are roughly the same age and both slightly younger, but Prii's old enough to have a full time job (though tbf it's not implausible to get entry level/customer service in a bank right out of high school)

However, the ages aren't totally fixed, in that if, for example, Dime's 18, they're the baby by a year or two, and if they're 25, they're the eldest by a little.

But tbh this is all only fuzzy canon because it won't be in the actual text. The textual answer is that they're all written as young adults.

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

This is how the nodes would look like if MC was normal.

caterpillar

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

Kay but you are fighting her after killing Teddie in front of her in Fear and Hunger: Termina

by @magpyres (takes commissions)

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

I want to fuck Dime 💔 those evil mafakas should've tinkered with cloning too 💔💔💔

I love my fans, who are freaks (affectionate)

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

i love any ideas about MC and Dime not exactly/not at all being the same person; especially because of the juice like my favorite crack theory: yeah Dime you go oomf be a conglomerate of fragments left from the essences of deceased people simply posing as the MC due to their fragmented form being the most stable, as their body is the vessel

You are not the only person to have thought this theory.

*eyebrow wiggle*

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

MC type post

happy comic day here's mine

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

Kind of a random adVenture question but what sorts of advertisers did they have? Who did most of the ad reads or was it divied up in a particular way?

So I think Dime is actually the tiebreaker here. Both Grant and Beth would be more practical and mercenary about choosing advertisers and so long as the company/product wasn't like, obvious garbage or morally shady, they'd be pushing to take it. Shauna and Prii would be more on the lines of 'no, any ad has to be something one or more of us would actually use or at least are okay with using'. And so then it'd come down to Dime's attitude towards the whole thing.

Ad reads I'm inclined to say that Grant would enjoy being the ad guy, I think he'd have fun with that and would like injecting some humour into it. Prii and Beth would both be willing to do reads (Beth a touch more begrudgingly, and it'd have to be stuff she doesn't find silly). Then Dime potentially could do them too if they're not too shy.