#people going on about how “MINECRAFT IS ABOUT THE UNIVERSE AND LIFE IT IS NOT CRINGE!!!! IT IS HECKIN DEEP AND STUFF!!”

[daxite]

i think some of you guys are looking way too fucking deep into the shitty minecraft movie lol

[inthelittlewood]

Questions about Eyes And Ears AU

I had somebody ask for a brief interview regarding my storytelling for their university project and thought I'd lend a hand.

I thought those of you that follow the story might like the insight too, so here ya go:

When you first introduced the Listeners in Evo SMP, did you have a broader narrative or concept in mind, or were they more of an atmospheric element at that point?

The honest answer is that I didn't want to write too much about somebody else's character(s), that being Grian's Watchers. If I could write the conflict from the side of the Listeners then we could continue the narrative with a pre-designed opposing force but have them be relatively mute for the most part. Partly to build anticipation of when they might act or retaliate but it also worked for behind the scenes purposes too. If the series hadn't slowed/stopped as suddenly as it did, I definitely would have poked Grian to pick his brain about what story elements fit his original imagining of the Watchers. So it was mostly narrative reasoning but they also served a mechanical behind the scenes purpose of transporting us to a new area which was necessary due to bugs we'd encountered with world gen etc.

What inspired you to flesh out the Eyes and Ears AU more in recent years? Was that mostly a personal creative decision, or was it influenced by fan interest?

Honestly I hadn't premeditated too much their reintroduction into anything that I was working on. Sure I'd seen a little chattering here and there about the Watchers but I honestly just wanted to write an individual story beat (albeit a tropey one) of c!Martyn snapping and turning on Ren but that never came to fruition due to Scar taking us out. The plan was always to backstab Ren then say a cool line like "Red Winter is over, Red Spring has begun" or something else punny. Seeing the fevered reaction of the audience though gave me some confidence that I could try my hand at some layered or entirely post-production storytelling, so heading into Last Life I was all guns blazing.

The Eyes and Ears AU is quite open-ended — do you intentionally approach it with the idea of leaving narrative space for fan interpretation?

It really is right? Yes, it's a very mindful decision to leave it open-ended but not so much for the audience's benefit or interpretations, but to give myself creative freedom to take the story wherever I'd like to. Committing to too many power scale, multiverse or narrative shackles early can really strangle stories I've noticed (from reading comics and manga) meaning back pedalling or aggressive retcons are required to explore certain paths, which is rarely a good experience for the reader. I do enjoy their versatility and capability to be applied to any Minecraft or adjacent story too. Some might call it too broad, I call it malleable.

How do you feel about fans expanding the lore through headcanons and theories? Have any fan interpretations stood out or surprised you?

I think it's brilliant! People inundate my inbox on Tumblr seeking permission to write stories or create characters / AUs but I've literally no authority on that. I suppose it might be a different conversation if they were profiting off of those works, but 99% of people simply want to write for fun which I highly encourage!! I'll be honest that I haven't read a great deal of AUs or headcanons, my exposure to them is mostly via chat messages during lore talk streams or questions that come through regarding the Eyes And Ears AU. As a general rule I try to avoid reading too much of other people's works on the topic because I worry I'll accidentally regurgitate it in some way then stumble into plagiarism, you know? It's why I focus more on digesting stories outside the fandom whether it's manga, Sanderson books, reading old Japanese folk tales and the like. I can source inspiration from those on how to weave narrative and execute plot twists without having to glance in my front yard.

Has fan content (art, theories, animatics, etc.) ever influenced how you think about or approach the AU?

Oh for sure they have. It's literally why after every season we'll do a sit down stream and talk about the lore in detail. Figure out the puzzle and potential trip wires of plot points from the episodes and how we can neatly pack them into the pre-existing story. A lot of people wouldn't do that as they'd be precious about their work and believe their opinion is th only correct one, but I looooove soundboarding with the audience on it. I also take that mindset in game and sometimes think about the scenery of an impactful moment whenever I'm able to control / design it. I'll have little quips or quotes cooked in my mind for how I'd ideally deliver a blow or plot twist, buuuuut given the nature of the Life series you very rarely get to execute things how you'd like haha! I definitely wouldn't have done as many of the poems had their not been such a positive reaction to those. I often see individual lines or entire passages make their way into art pieces as typography or highlighted in animatics which is really gratifying. It's why I also put such an emphasis and priority on audio production in my editing. If I can craft something that feels atmospheric, driving and punctuating with music, staggering vocals or sound effects then the auditory portion is already done, they can focus solely on the visual aspect of things. I try and be as cinematic / TV like as my skillset allows for that reason.

You’ve mentioned trying not to fully canonise the AU, but still referencing it consistently — how do you balance telling your own story effectively, while trying not to involve other creators, particularly on the Life Series, when a lot of your time is spent in a group?

The easiest way to do this, is to not do it. For the most part the only storytelling done with the AU is done in post-production. I never name drop the Watchers or Listeners in world (believe me, I was as surprised as all of you when I saw that Secret Keeper statue in Secret Life!!) and in recent seasons they haven't even reared their head as an influence whatsoever. They're on holiday, they deserve it. But when they do whisper in my ear, they're motivated decisions that I would likely make as a player/character anyway because the win objective is always the thing I'm striving towards. I can just pepper angst around it to make things seem more manipulated rather than selfish ha. I think that's why the open ended nature of the Watchers has served me well because as much as they have a singular motive which is to feed on negative emotions, that can be achieved in so many ways ranging from bloodlust to deception, heartbreak to panic. It's versatile for storytelling. It can be in your face, or a slow burn.

What do the Watchers and Listeners represent to you, symbolically or narratively? Do they serve a specific function in the stories you tell?

The Watchers used to represent the audience when Grian first introduced them, but after departing EVO I've definitely breathed more of an egotistical and sinister air into them. They're very much a unique entity / faction now, they in some ways represent gluttony, selfishness and neglect in achieving their goals. The Listeners on the other hand, are a lot of the opposite traits, but I'm still wanting to explore how being the hard end of most conflicts can be dangerous. I want to explore that at some point, whether it be with infighting or failures. They shouldn't be seen as simply bad/good, they're just, different. It shouldn't be too hard navigating that nuance but I want it to reflect elements and motives that we find in our own lives.

[enkays-den]

Enkay Watches the Imp and Skizz Podcast #127 (featuring @joehills)

First of all, if you are not watching Joe Hills on either youtube or twitch, DO IT!!!! He's streaming pretty much every day and the conversations are always so interesting and he has the best little windows into the workings of Hermitcraft. Folks will pop by and have super interesting conversations with him! He's one of my favorite hermits and I think his unique way of experiencing minecraft, life, and hermitcraft is something that deserves more eyes on it, because I know people are sleeping on him.

First off, THIS is how you show up to the Imp and Skizz Podcast! Classy, on brand, and unique!

I love Impulse's little nest of pillows, he's so cozy nestled in there, holding his mandated amount of water like a security blanket

I love that the reason they wanted Joe on was to talk about the coup SPOILERS: they never even touch on it

joe's dad being a logician makes so much sense tbh

"a creationist universe where god wants you dead and i play minecraft like a greek hero idiot" is such an amazing way to talk about super hostile maps

HOW IS IT THAT JOE AND SKIZZ BOTH HAVE EDGAR ALLEN POE ANECDOTES OFF THE DOME

Joe having his wedding taking place during the recess of a vehicular manslaughter trial feels so strange and yet so Joe

JOE HILLS FULL NAME DROP?????

"YOU'VE GOTTA BE JOE KING" okay he mentioned on stream that there was a joke that maybe two people would get and I will proudly claim to be one of the two.

"fighting to become an artist" is so validating to Skizz's journey so far. It's gonna be his year anniversary of being a hermit soon and im gonna get emotional about his path this last year

Joe WOULD put on the Scottish Parliament sessions as background noise, love that

"I don't trust any platform with my art. I'm the one that makes the art and the audience is the one that appreciates my art" "I need to be as platform/brand agnostic as possible" "next time Amazon does something terrible to the unions" 👏👏👏

CHEERS REFERENCE, SKIZZ'S SITCOM BRAIN IS ACTIVATED

talking about his streams like a bar and like,,,,, he's so smart about the role of creators and fandom and i just appreciate joe so much

it's funny that they're shocked about the relationships can be formed within fandoms when like,,,,, that's how they met tango

((also if we talk regularly and read this i love you guys <3))

skizz, the worst chat reader ever i love you

i need hermitcraft standup. please. custom texture snowballs as tomatoes or flowers to throw

thinking about a younger skizz using a tape recorder to record his 'genius ideas' and quotes he likes and annoying the crap out of his friends

YES JOE AND SKIZZ TALKING ABOUT THE SCIENCE OF COMEDY AND THE STRUCTURE, THEY'RE SUCH AN INTELLECTUAL DUO

I'm glad that we got to hear Joe's JFK impression

COURT CASE TALK!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Bdubs will only let Doc win if it's funnier for doc to win, because that's how guilty doc was"

Joe quoting Sun Tsu and then going on the stand and said "Your Honor, Your Highness, my client is a baby" in an asymetric star trek dress, that's the Joe Hills Difference

"DELICIOUS" skizz i love how schadenfreude you are

"FIVE DIAMONDS PER F TIER BOOK???" impulse my favorite wet cat

"I'll make one sale every two months" and also implying that the shopping district has property taxes

the delivery on "two. some people say four" was SLICK

TUMBLR MCYT SEXYMAN POLL MENTION

"tumblr defines sexyman to mean 'most bizarre, cryptid, creepy thing' " not wrong there.

"well scar is obviously going to win the sexyman competition"

"once i found out that it's for weird, cryptid energy, I knew "oh nevermind I'm gonna win this"

joe hills is my favorite weird guy and he deserved to win

cleo as our nonbinary icon placing third place in the tumblr sexyman poll

All in all, fantastic podcast, and not long enough imo. I hope Joe gets to be there in person one day like he originally envisioned, and there's just an untapped well of information that could go into future podcasts

Reminder that you should subscribe and follow Joe!

BONUS, edited by me, please credit if you use it, I HIGHLY ENCOURAGE you to use it (original screencap under cut):

[earlgreylatte]

The Weak Link

Kids and dogs always know who to direct the puppy dog eyes to.

While on the way back to Earth, laying on the floor of the ship, you had insisted that you would pass your new younger brother as your own and take him with you on your travels across the globe as the public school, suburban route you and Mark lived wouldn’t be possible for a purple baby with accelerated aging. Mark had scoffed, expressing his skepticism at your child rearing skills and how feasible your plan even was. You accused him of just being mad that you made him change baby grape’s diapers. He told you to stop calling him that. Maybe you would if baby ube cheesecake would stop reminding you of how long it’s been since you’ve had any Earth food.

Stupid conversations and predictions filled the air as you both looked at the endlessness of space, as the still unnamed baby babbled. It was fun imagining the person your baby brother would become, especially when you wouldn’t have to wait too long to see it. You said he’d probably end up streaming Minecraft or whatever kids were into. Mark insisted he’d be much more cultured and would enjoy something as nuanced as Seance Dog. Maybe he’d be a better artist than you two and create something of his own.

Like comics were actually going to last.

Cradling your baby brother closer to your chest, you look down at his face, round, drowsy eyes staring up at you calmly as you finally reached Earth’s atmosphere, you found yourself feeling something besides dread when thinking about tomorrow for once.

(Slumped against the kitchen island, you watch your mom scrub the counters, the now named baby Oliver asleep in a crib your mom brought up from the basement. Mark had rushed back to his university, you could only wince at the thought of missing nearly a whole semester. Yes, life as a freelancer was much easier.

“Okay, what is it?” She finally asks, turning around to face you.

“What makes you think I want something? I’m just hanging around,” You deflect.

“Because you’re spending time with your mother rather than flying out to the wilderness or staying cooped up in your room,” she smirks, placing a hand on her hip, eyebrow raised, daring you to challenge her.

You hum, readily accepting defeat. You knew better than to enter a verbal duel with her of all people.

“Well,” you start off, somewhat awkwardly, your mom staring at you encouragingly, “Uh, just wanted to make sure you actually want to do…this. Raise Oliver. That isn’t really something people do when their spouses start another family. I mean, I could figure something out, release some travel guides like he did. Stick around in one spot for…however long it takes for a half bug baby to be old enough for college.”

You avoid making eye contact, mostly out of shame for whatever blob of words you just spat out.

You feel a hand rub your head, and glancing up, she’s smiling at you, “My baby looking after a baby? That’s something I’d rather wait to see happen.”

“I’m not going to be a teen mom or anything, I’m old enough to drink now,” you scoff, playfully.

“You’d certainly pass as one! And sooner or later, you’d be dragging around a moody preteen!” She laughs, before her eyes soften, “Oliver is my family too, not because of your father but because you and Mark are connected him in a way unique to only you three. And if you really want to step up, then you can do it from here, write what you want and go off when you want, I won’t interfere with that, but it’d be nice to have you back home.”

“I mean, your cooking might beat living off protein shakes and fast food…” you acquiesce and a moment of comfortable silence passes as you both smile at each other.

“I was looking through some of your father’s travel guides recently, actually. He was so proud when he was able to use your pictures for it,” she speaks up, suddenly, “You two were always going off, seeing what Earth had to offer…I’m sure you’ll pass on that trait to Oliver too before long.

You sniff, blinking a bit as your mom places an hand on your arm before she returns back to the kitchen counter.

“So, I’m guessing you’ll be taking your room back rather than turning it into Oliver’s nursery?” She asks.

You shake your head, getting up to go check on Oliver, “Nah, he’ll need the space. I’ll just take the guest room.”

“Very mature of you.”

“Yup, that’s me, the Mature Grayson, especially apparent when placed next to an actual infant.”

She calls your name, causing you to pause by the staircase, “If Oliver’s going to take your room, at least take down your little video game men posters. And don’t just play with Oliver! I’m going to feed you an actual meal!”

“…okay.”)

It was hard to believe that it hasn’t even been half a year since you first brought Oliver home, the once infant, now a walking, talking kid with the energy levels of a border collie.

Besides being purple, he’s just like any other boy in the neighbourhood. He likes playing on your old PSP and Mark’s old NDS to the point he plays it past his bedtime, he loves to play outside, and he eats all your snacks without asking. Mark calls you out for being unfair, considering you stranded him high up a tree in the backyard when you two were in middle school. He claims you’ve mellowed out, as if you were some raging dog before.

In actuality, your dynamic with Oliver was something new. You’ve always been an older sister, but you and Mark were always at the same point in life, going to school together and living the same experiences. You looked out for him, played video games with him, and microwaved pizza pockets for dinner when your parents were running late, but you also nearly knocked him out in a pillow fight and laughed at his humiliating moments. You couldn’t do that to Oliver. He’s a baby! You’re an adult!

…Technically.

You knew Mark felt the same way, knowing that you were responsible for shaping Oliver into a functional person, one that knows how to control himself, has manners and is courteous, all while keeping him cooped up. Oliver’s world is small, and it’s up to you that he becomes the best version of himself possible.

Better than you.

Better than Nolan Grayson.

But with that said, you find it a tab bit difficult to be…stern with him.

Something that causes Mark to stare at you in shock and Oliver to know to take advantage of.

In Oliver’s eyes, it’s not ‘your dessert’, it’s ‘our dessert’, always asking you to bring him something whenever you go out and barging into your room while you’re asleep to urge you to play with him.

And when faced with your mom’s sharp glare or Mark’s attempt at a stern face, he knows who to hide behind or shoot a pleading look.

You’ve had to bail Oliver out of a lecture more than once.

(“Seriously?” Mark groans, watching Oliver hook his arms around your stomach, sticking his tongue out at him as you pat his head comfortingly. “He ate the last slice of cake! That I bought!”

“Like you weren’t doing the same every time I brought back anything before you got your powers,” you retort as Oliver giggles.

“And you beat me up for it! You literally slapped me just last week!”

“That was for training, Cecil wants us in top form,” you dismiss with a shrug of your shoulders.

“You could have punched me? That slap was way too personal!”

“That self centred train of thought is what happens when you don’t drink enough water,” you loudly whisper to Oliver, who nods back at you seriously.

Mark throws up his hands in exasperation, stalking away, his place as the middle child apparently too much for him.)

So, when you come home after a quick trip to the Canadian Rockies, aiding a geologist who wanted some pictures for a book he was in the midst of publishing, you’re armed with maple candy and rare rocks to share with your family, you excitedly land in the backyard, only to see Oliver hovering in the air near the glass door, clearly eavesdropping on a conversation between your mom and Mark.

He looks at you like a deer in headlights, but you only gesture for him to move towards you, leading him back to his room through his window. The pictures you took of his Mother and Thraxa decorating his walls, your old room now unrecognizable.

“So, someone got their powers,” you comment, sitting on his bed.

He shrugs, avoiding looking at you.

“They’re not against you having powers. They’re just worried they kicked in so early. Especially since Mark was a late bloomer. It’s not everyday a kid gets the ability to fly whenever and wherever, you know.”

“I know,” he mumbles. “I thought it’d be different. I didn’t know—“

“Didn’t know?” You urge.

“Didn’t know keeping secrets was bad. I didn’t mean to make mom sad,” he admits.

“Secrets aren’t always bad. I mean, it depends,” you try to explain, “Mom’s just worried about you going off and getting into fights like, me and Mark. It’s just not something a parent wants their kid doing. She wants you to be safe, and for you to be safe you need to keep us in the loop. Power like ours is…heavy. You need control and judgement before you even think of doing anything with them. You need to prove you can be responsible, that you won’t end up hurting yourself or others. That means telling at least one of us if anything as big as this happens.“

“You got your powers pretty young though, you were out with dad all the time! April told me!” He blurts out, and you jolt. She did!?

“Ah, right, I guess we were seen together for a while back then. Everyone thought I was his sidekick for a while,” you muse. “Well, I might be exactly why they’re so worried about you.”

“Huh? How does that work? You’re Singularity! You’re so…! Well, you’re kind of cool!”

“That’s because I’m grown up now, things used to be different. Honestly, back then, I was constantly getting my…behind handed to me. And I was a bit of a crybaby, so that made things worse, haha.” You recall neutrally, “It wasn’t all bad. I learnt a lot of things, from dad and my own experiences. But when it was, I never told anyone. And that hurt mom. Things are even more different now. We need to look after each other, to trust each other. And, sadly that means talking about ourselves, whether it has to do with powers, or just how we’re feeling.”

Oliver stares up at you, pensively, before brightening when you pull out your wallet. “Are we—!?”

“Now, us going out to get some midnight milkshakes? Well, that’s the good kind of secret, one between just us,” you two exchange twin grins.

“This is why you’re way cooler and nicer than Mark!” Oliver cheers, shooting up and grabbing a hoodie from his closet, before rushing back to you and tugging you off the bed and towards the window with his new strength.

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s—“

Maybe you were getting soft.

Oliver: I’m going to be a kid hero!

Mark and Debbie, looking at Singularity: Not in a million years——

*

Cecil: Debbie why didn’t you tell me Oliver got his powers

Debbie: why didn’t you tell me about my then underage daughter’s various injuries and mission turned disasters where both guardians should have been notified?

Cecil: …she told me not to?

*

Singularity: I mean, despite dad, we turned out pretty okay

Mark: um!?

Singularity: what

Mark: you literally threw up two hours ago because you accidentally broke someone’s nose??

Singularity: must be an off day

Mark: your brain damage is catching up to you, and if it’s not that, then it has to be that hole dad punched through you

Singularity: saiyan rules mark, near death experiences make us stronger, it’s like exp, that’s why you’re underleveled

Mark: oh, god you actually have brain damage

Oliver haters dni

Series Masterlist, Masterlist

[when-the-uhh]

Does the rest of the world know sticks exist??

In AvA 2 Alan asks his friend for help after TCO goes rouge

It seems that

1 Alive stick figures existing is normal, atleast to alan and his friend

2 What theyre named establishes how powerful they are, their ‘level’

3 Stick figures attacking back is not uncommon

also what does he mean by “That guy”????

By in AvA 3, it’s now established that Alan is not special in his ability to create drawn stick figures, other animators and graphic designers are able to create them and likely are as informed on sticks as Alan is

It talks about how the world has been uninformed about the slavery of sticks but still doesn’t help determine how much the world knows about just the existence of them

The fact that the page was one of the top results and how casually alan talks about his drawing coming to life it seems that, atleast from 2006-2010s, most internet users likely know that drawn stick figures are exist in some capacity

In AvA 4 Alan is surprised by the fact that TSC can talk, before then most people probably assumed that sticks were the equivalent to shimejis or desktop pets, especially considering Alan’s previous treatment of … all of his sticks and the fact the stick slavery page even had to exist

Even after this he probably still doesn’t see them as fully sentient until after he gets to spend more time with them, considering the whole ‘i’ll let you live if you do something for me’

In AvM 9, Purple is shown living on someone’s mac, it’s very obviously taken over yet the owner is out of the picture and never shown, the mac was probably left on or abandoned since it’s unlikely that Purple would’ve been able to just .. convince some random person to let them take over their computer

In AvM 24 we for the first time actually get to see someone else interact with stick figures, his first reaction is to pull out a bow and then sword

It’s unsure whether this reaction was that of ‘why are there stick figures in minecraft?’ or ‘what are those things’

By this point, sticks existing within their own creators pcs should be known, if not slightly forgotten by time due to most sticks now living in the outernet, but if it’s the latter, then sticks were just a dated thing of the past and people have forgotten they exist

(As a side thing, even in the past people probably only knew of drawn stick figures and not of the outernet and stuff, like when Grace uploaded Mitsi she probably didn’t think Mitsi would come alive)

In the influencer arc we never get to see the in universe comments, so unclear if the general reaction would’ve been ‘who gave this stick a phone’ or ‘cool animation man, looks almost real’

In AvM 36, the most recent episode, the cg start going viral due to CHEATING in bedwars and we finally get to see a actual reaction

and it’s still unclear ????

1 Influencer arc is canon to AvM, thus Green should be known

2 Confusion on why there are sticks in hypixel, this could be due to sticks being known only to stick to their creators desktop, or that their confused on what a stick even is (purpled’s and cromn7’s comments seems to suggest the second)

3 People keep calling hacks, and that the sticks are cheating, either because the sticks aren’t playing the game right (CUS THEY ARENT.) or that their accusing them of hacking in a stick figure model in the first place

SO BASICALLY

1 people assume that these are rouge sticks that somehow got into minecraft, this implies that sticks are still known on the internet

2 people don’t know what these things are and this is the first time they’ve seen a alive stickman, sticks are a long forgotten thing of the old internet

3 people assume that they’re hackers that somehow changed their models to sticks, doesn’t really say anything about stick knowledge

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Orbit

college!finnick odair x fem!reader content warnings: little bit of angst summary: you meet your estranged best friend. wc: 2k

masterlist. | part two

In our lives, we pass a thousand faces, hear a thousand voices. Some stay for a moment, some for years. And then there are the rare ones —the ones that leave a mark so deep, that even after time stretches thin and memories start to fade, their face, their voice, still makes the world slow down for just a second.

Finnick Odair was that for you.

He had been your sun.

From pre-K to eighth grade, the two of you were inseparable — two kids tangled together in every yearbook photo, every group project, every inside joke scribbled into the margins of a worn-out notebook. Your school had been tiny, the kind where the same twenty-five kids followed each other from year to year like ducks in a row, stuck in the same beige classrooms under the glow of flickering fluorescent lights.

You watched Finnick grow up, phase by phase. The Minecraft era, when he wouldn't shut up about building underwater houses. The time he got braces and wouldn’t smile for pictures. The summer he insisted he was going to be a marine biologist and memorized every fact about hammerhead sharks known to man.

And he had watched you, too. Through your Percy Jackson obsession—your Camp Half-Blood shirt on constant rotation, your hand always clutching the newest book like it was scripture. Through your quiet spells, your louder ones, your slow-blooming love of words and late-night journaling.

You knew each other like second skin.

And then, you didn’t.

High school was supposed to be a fresh start. You were tired of the sameness, the way the girls in your grade had started icing you out for reasons you never fully understood. You needed change. So, you were headed to the public high school. And Finnick? He was moving across the state to some swanky private boarding school.

Still, you had both sworn things would never change. You pinky promised before the eighth grade graduation, sitting cross-legged on your trampoline under the June stars. You would stay best friends. You would visit on weekends. You would FaceTime and text and never lose touch.

But time had other plans.

The goodbye hurt more than you thought it would. At your shared backyard graduation party, he’d handed you a small box. Inside was a necklace, a dainty silver moon on a thin chain. He wore the sun version around his neck.

“Best friends. Always,” he said, voice thick but steady.

You hugged him like it was the last time. And in a way, it was.

Then came the after. The quiet house. The empty driveway. The summer that didn’t feel like summer anymore.

You tried. You really tried. The texts. The late-night FaceTimes. The blurry selfies captioned with "miss you :(" and "we need to talk soon." But the truth was, you were both changing—growing up in opposite directions. He went to some private high school across the state. And you dove headfirst into your new school, trying to forget how badly middle school girls could break a person.

But eventually, the calls stopped. Then the texts.

By late winter of freshman year, you were watching him from afar—his face glowing on Instagram stories, surrounded by people you didn’t recognize, smiling a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. But maybe that was just your wishful thinking.

He had new friends. New school. A whole new life you didn’t belong in anymore.

You didn’t text. You wanted to. A thousand times. But your thumb always hovered over the keyboard, then moved away. He seemed happy. You weren’t sure he’d even remember the girl who used to wear Camp Half-Blood shirts and knew all his shark facts by heart.

You let him go.

Years passed like seasons—fast, blurry, warm in some places, freezing in others. And then, you were a senior in high school, opening your acceptance letter to the University of Panem.

You didn’t think about Finnick that much anymore. Not really.

But one night, while tapping through Instagram stories in bed, your thumb froze. You blinked. Then blinked again.

It was a repost of a college commitment post.

Congratulations to Finnick on his commitment to the University of Panem!! 🎓🎉 We are so proud of your accomplishments and are excited to see what you accomplish!

You dropped your phone on your face out of shock.

Because for the first time in four years, after all the silence, after all the growing up you did apart—Finnick Odair would be at your college.

And suddenly, the past didn't feel so far away.

Your alarm blared through your room.

Sleepily, you turned it off and unlocked your phone, eyes adjusting to the light. Move-In Day. Today was the start of your new life.

College.

You stared at the word written in your notes app, a list titled Dorm Must-Haves that you definitely didn’t finish packing. The adrenaline of this day was supposed to kick in. You were supposed to feel excited. But instead, you just felt...suspended. Not exactly nervous, not exactly calm. Somewhere in between.

Downstairs, you could already hear your older brother clattering around in the kitchen, loudly pretending not to be annoyed that he had to help you move into his school.

You sat up, brushing the sleep from your eyes. In the corner of your room, your duffle bags sat zipped, a heap of clothes and books and memories you were dragging with you. It was weird, packing your life into three bags. Even weirder, knowing everything was about to change.

You got ready quickly, shorts, an old Fleetwood Mac tee, and a hoodie tied around your waist.

Then you looked over at your desk.

The moon necklace sat where it always did, on the corner of your desk, still resting in the little box Finnick had given you. You hadn’t worn it in years, not really on purpose. It just felt like it belonged to a different lifetime.

Your fingers hovered over it.

You weren’t expecting to see him. The university was big, he could be anywhere, different dorms, different major, different people. It had been four years, and who knew if he even remembered you.

Still…

You slipped the necklace into your pocket. Just in case.

The drive to school was long and loud a mixture of your brother’s playlist, gas station snacks, and bursts of silence as you stared out the window, lost in thought.

You remembered road trips with Finnick. His sun-streaked hair catching the breeze through the open window, the way he used to dramatically sing along to pop songs he pretended to hate. The games you made up to kill time. The way the car always felt warmer when he was in it.

You shook your head.

It was just move-in day. No big deal.

You rested your head against the window and let the scenery blur. The sky outside was pale and still waking up, streaked with pink and gold.

Your brother talked, about school, about his freshman year disaster of a roommate, about everything you should pack for the communal bathrooms, but your mind kept drifting.

To him.

You hadn’t let yourself think about Finnick too much since seeing that commitment post. It was easier that way. Cleaner. But now, with your stomach fluttering and your whole life packed in a trunk, he was creeping back in.

Would you see him today?

Would he recognize you?

Would he even care?

You had no clue what dorm he was in, no clue what major he picked, no clue if he was even moving in today. The odds of running into him on a campus this size were probably slim.

Right?

The campus was already buzzing when you arrived. Cars lined the curbs, trunks were popped open, RAs shouted directions through megaphones. Bright-eyed freshmen dragged carts full of dorm essentials up concrete stairs, their parents trailing behind like pack mules.

Your brother parked near your building, Rose Hall, and the two of you got to work unloading. You made trip after trip: from the trunk to the lobby, from the lobby to the elevator, from the elevator to the third floor, where your new room was tucked away at the end of the hall.

It was hot. It was crowded. Your arms ached.

You were halfway to the elevator with a box of books when he nudged you hard with his elbow.

"Hey, isn't that Finnick Odair?"

You blinked. “What?”

He nodded subtly toward the grass, where a tall guy was laughing, tossing a football back and forth with some guy. Golden brown hair, messy in the way that was probably intentional. Broad shoulders. Confident posture. Even from a distance, he stood out.

It was him.

You recognized him instantly.

And just like that, your heart dropped into your stomach.

You expected to feel something dramatic, shock, butterflies, maybe even anger. But instead, it was this quiet stillness. Like your brain couldn’t quite catch up with what your eyes were seeing.

Finnick Odair was here.

And he wasn’t wearing the sun necklace.

You quickly looked away, pretending to read the label on the box you were holding. “I don’t know. Might be.”

You didn’t see him again the rest of move-in day.

Or maybe you just avoided looking.

The moon necklace stayed in your pocket—warm from your fingers, but still untouched. You weren’t sure why you brought it. Maybe part of you thought wearing it would’ve felt like a statement, like you were walking around campus with a banner that read I Still Care. Maybe keeping it hidden just felt safer.

By the time orientation rolled around two days later, you had almost convinced yourself it didn’t matter.

Almost.

It was hot. Way too hot for whatever cutesy “Welcome to U of P!” schedule the orientation team had cooked up. You sat under a tent surrounded by other freshmen, a drawstring bag full of free university merch at your feet, and a fake smile plastered on your face as your peer mentor tried to get everyone to do icebreakers.

Your attention drifted. You scanned the crowd.

You weren’t looking for him, not really. But your eyes caught on familiar hair, familiar height—too many guys here could’ve been him if you only glanced for half a second.

You had no idea how it would even go. Would he say hi? Pretend nothing happened? Would he even recognize you?

And then..

“Hey,” someone said beside you.

You turned.

He was just…there.

Finnick.

Older, taller, broader. His voice deeper. His eyes somehow the exact same. It hit you all at once, like a song you hadn’t heard in years playing from another room. You could barely breathe.

He looked like he hadn’t expected you to actually turn around.

There was a pause. Just a little too long to be normal.

You opened your mouth. “Hey.”

He scratched the back of his neck. “I, uh- I saw you the other day. On move-in. I wasn’t sure it was you.”

You gave a tight smile. “Yeah. Same.”

A silence stretched between you. The kind that used to never exist.

“So…” he said, eyes flicking around like he was buying time. “You’re in Rose Hall?”

“Yeah,”

“I’m in Pallis Hall.”

You nodded. “Not too far from here.”

Another pause.

You didn’t know what to say. What could you say? Hey, remember when we promised we’d never lose touch? That worked out great. Why didn’t you text back? Do you still have your necklace?

Instead, all that came out was, “It’s…good to see you.”

He looked at you, really looked at you. His voice was soft when he said, “Yeah. You too.”

The peer mentor clapped their hands, snapping both of you back to the present. “Alright, time to break into your assigned groups!”

You stood. So did Finnick. For a second, you just hovered there, unsure if you were supposed to say goodbye or just awkwardly shuffle away.

“Well,” he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I guess I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah,” you replied, heart thudding. “See you.”

And then you walked away.

Like you barely knew each other.

A/N: WOW I AN ON A ROLL

[abbyfmc]

Yandere story idea #65

A yandere fantasy or mythical creature who acts like a golem or your personal bodyguard.

Because...well, in a dystopian fantasy world where humans, animales or creatures of all kinds were gente or good and hostile or evil, a yandere golem is perfect for you.

My concept of a golem is based on the Minecraft iron golem, I must admit: however, my universe is not necessarily set in minecraft. This golem or yandere guardian would obviously be taller and stronger than you; its body can be made of stone, wood, metal or any super resistant material (and even a combination of all of these, with some magic if you wish).

Here are some qualities of my character:

It cannot speak because it has no vocal cords or muscles to do so, but it could do so through body gestures, some sign language, or through looks and some other source of sound. At first he would be like a small child discovering everything, committing some clumsiness to impress you, but when it comes to defending you he would not hesitate to kill whoever is in front of him.

He would not touch you without permission because he could not bear to see you hurt. He knows how strong you are and would be afraid to hurt you or tear you apart unintentionally.

He lowers his head in repentance when you scold him.

It helps you with heavy work, carrying things, and even cleaning.

He won't let ANYONE near you. He thinks that everyone wants to hurt you, and that is enough to see everyone else as his enemy.

He ADORES being repaired by you.

He would follow you everywhere you go, even if you don't want to.

He may not be able to talk, but he knows how to listen to everything you say. He has excellent hearing.

And if you want to, an excellent memory.

He doesn't need to sleep, so he would keep watching you all night.

If he were to do you harm, it would be by accident, but not by malice, or he would not do it on purpose.

Walking past him, people would be afraid to even look at you.

Now, there will be a point at which you will sadly die and thus leave it alone forever, so eventually the golem will become neglected in appearance, looking increasingly neglected and damaged. In a way to console itself for not having you, it will kidnap girls who are physically similar to you (or whoever its old owner was) and when it crosses paths with you, it kidnaps you into some sort of forest so that you can't leave it alone again.

So, imagine this:

You needed help to protect yourself from your enemies or dangerous people, so you create the Golem/ bodyguard with whatever magic or other kind of things you want.

You gave him a name, and you since then you have taught him everything he knows today.

You had to be very patient with him, as he was like a small child/toddler.

He becomes your magical bodyguard. He defends you from danger, helps you in whatever you need, listens to you and takes care of you. He makes sure you are well, that you eat and don't overwork yourself.

Since it has no stomach, it has no need to eat. It regenerates itself with the damage repairs you make to its body, which is a detail of yours that it loves.

However, he cared a lot about you. He hunted super-dangerous animals, helped you bring down fruit from very tall trees and tried to take care of you as best he knew how, even though he didn't know medicine.

It spies on you while you sleep.

He would be able to beat to death anyone he sees approaching you.

What terrifies and hurts him the most is that you are afraid of him, that you tell him that you hate him or that he is a monster, since you are the most important thing in his life.

He would never want to hurt you, so why do you think he is so afraid to even hug you? He once stepped on your toes unintentionally and broke them; ever since then he has been insanely terrified of hurting you directly.

Like the iron golem in Minecraft, he's used to giving you flowers of all kinds from time to time.

He would NEVER part with you.

However, if you disappear... he will start looking for you like crazy everywhere.

Panic and anxiety in level 100000...%.

He would become desperate and paranoid in just 2 seconds.

If he could speak, he would cry/scream out your name desperately. In a dystopian fantasy world there are all kinds of dangers and he knows it.

Your yandere golem/bodyguard would look for you EVERYWHERE.

If you return to his side, your yandere golem/bodyguard will be extremely happy.

If you will die or leave his side for good, he will become a wild beast and will be able to cause a massacre. This would be further reinforced if you were killed, since for your yandere golem/bodyguard everyone is evil but you.

Because of your death, I would murder anyone who comes near your old domain. He would kidnap girls/boys who look like you and force them to let themselves be taken care of under his overprotection as he does not want to lose you again.

Yes, i like the concept of a monster who is cute, silly or innocent mixed with a very strong, paranoid and over protective creature, specially if they are yanderes.

[shoujosoulsite]

𐔌 .🪽 ⋮ things that make me excited in my home reality/waiting room !!

I felt hella mad because this fuckass reality is pissing me the fuck off so here is a little post that helps motivate me! …. honestly just me yapping about specifically stuff I love in waiting room

Having all the time in the world

having all the time to sleep, work on my scripts, or do whatever is the dream. Since it’s a “timeless” and eternal dimension where you can just be at peace, I can do anything without any stress of a deadline! I can learn new skills, even ones that take years or even a lifetime to learn!

Playing Roblox/minecraft and actually having fun

I want to play not only Roblox and Minecraft but just overall video games and genuinely have fun. (This is mainly targeted towards Roblox because it’s just isn’t the same no more. ) royale high, natural disasters, and feel the facility gonna be peak in my waiting room.

Eating and drinking whatever and whenever I want

Just the thought of having pretty much an infinite buffet of all you can eat and at any time. You wake up in the morning and you craving some hot dogs or noodles, you can quickly get some from the fridge or better yet summon it! I’m gonna be drinking a lot of strawberry lemonade and cherry sodas 😭✌️

Learning how to crochet and knitting

I ALWAYS wanted to learn how to crochet and knit so I can make the cutest of items and clothes! It’s looks so fun and relaxing and just an overall great hobby to have. Plus imagine crocheting plushies or sweaters, especially for your lover and watching some slice of life animes or films! That’ll be so peaceful and healing for me.

Finally starting to do tarot and channeling

when I was a “baby shifter” and finally getting used to the shifting community, I always wanted to learn channeling and divination. I thought it would be cool and fun, especially contacting people from my drs. I want to be that cool and mysterious divinator who seems to have all the answers of universe (and in technicality, pretty much does)

Catch up on bleach, one piece, and Naruto

there is SOO MANY animes and mangas that I need to catch up on, especially older ones. Plus, watching medias, especially in the environment of my home reality— it’s honestly just a huge vibe.

Read way more Shojo / josei manga

i do read a lot of shojosei mangas but not a lot compared to shonen ones. I wanna change that and have equal amount of shojo, josei, shonen, and seinen mangas and animes that I’ve watched or read.

Astral projection with my lover

astral projection honestly looks so fun (especially when you know what to do and how to protect yourself). Since my lover is an absolute natural in astral projection, having him show me the ways on how to do it and go on little adventures in astral plane seems so awesome.

Rewatching childhood shows

this is mainly Winx club, miraculous ladybug, and Pokémon that I’m referring too (but specifically Winx club cause that show has a special place in my heart). I would love to watch it again and experience nostalgia, especially in the comforts of my waiting room.

Painting Toru’s nails for fun (+ self care in general )

honestly doing self care with each other like washing each other’s hair, painting each other’s nails, wearing face masks gossiping (which is just us making jokes and shit talking ) stuff that happen either our drs or the astral realm, and much more.

Read / watch way more Chinese dramas and books

Chinese dramas, especially set into the traditional and ancient fantasies be so fucking wild and crazy. Like the suspense and pure chaos in those shows / films be so addictive that you can’t help but watch. Every evening in my home reality, it’s just gonna be chaotic and entertaining Chinese dramas from 6 pm to 11 pm.

Exploring my waiting room

even though the main part of my waiting room is just my floating house, there is a “world” outside of it, a worlds of many forms and mystery. Hell even my house be hella big and has many secrets. I like to call my house in a way labyrinth as they are many stuff that consists of my waiting room. The concept of Infinity has a huge part in my waiting room from not only just time but possibilities and creation, so there is something new everyday! Especially when exploring and having fun.

backshots 😈🙏

you know what I mean here so let’s not get into 💀

the beautiful view(s) I have in my house

I have this big as balcony that has the view of the outside world and skies and it’s one of the most beautiful things you can look at. Even the images in my imagination is nothing compared to the real deal. It’s most ethereal during the mourning and evenings.

[kazzykatt]

30 Million Subscriber Q&A summary!

i didnt catch all the questions as i was writing as it was going (also english is not my first language so some things slipped, sorry about that)

Skim was also in the Q&A as he is a writer and director so i'm adding some of his answers too

now, the questions!

Q: Where was Alan in Animation vs Minecraft? A: The whole 3 seasons happened in like 4 hours and Alan isnt on his computer 24/7 so he probably was in another room or working on a laptop and leaving the sticks to their shenanigans

Q: how did Purple ended up in the mac with the villagers? A: in Alan's mind: since he came out of a thumbnail in 2011 he had like 7-8 years to live and learn. Somewhere in the journey he found a mac, minecraft, and made his little village

Q: is Animation vs Education canon in AvA/M? A: AvE was made to educate and trying to make it fit with AvA/M wouldnt make sense. it could be an alternative universe or a dream

Q: is The Dark Lord gonna come back? Alan: do you want him to come back? chat: YES (they already made a desicion. Alan: "You will see in an upcoming video")

Q: Who made stickfight.com? A: Giving how stickfigures work in the universe, some animator made them and thats how they became to be

They have a plan for Green's socials (didnt say anything more)

Q: Would they be Hatsune Miku fans? A: They get obssesed with things easy so everyone would be Hatsune Miku fans. Alan says Red maybe more than the other (Skim says Yellow)

Q: Are The Second Coming and The Chosen One meant to have a brother type relationship? A: Long lost brothers, born from the same source but they're strangers, they dont know each other

if the series keeps going Alan thinks that they might need to focus on another characters cuz there would be nothing more to tell about the main characters

Q: What would their voices sound like? A: Alan personally doesnt think they have voices (tho he say they have kinda telepathic communication) text in influencer arc is like them translating for us :o

fun fact: whooshes were made with a wood ruler fun fact: there's a short with Blue coughing, that's Skim

Q: What happens with death stickfigures? A: Their code is still there just not connected. like theyre in another dimention and its imposible for someone in the living dimention to take the code and revive them (unless they know? idk it was vague)

More adventures to come with different pairs of sticks!

Q: Favorite part about writing stories? A: Making them feel believable, real, like something that could happen (theyre really in the videogame or interacting with that person in the computer)

Q: How old are the stick figures? A: They dont have an official age, you can see them as teenagers/early 20s (because of their personalities) "is not like they're people and age the same"

Q: Do you think AvM tournament arc is a good idea? A: good idea, brainstorming something similar

Q: Would you think of making a series about TCO/TDL or slice of life of the mercenaries? A: Great ideas, would be experimenting with the shorter episodes

Q: Is AvA 12 coming this year? A: Summer if everything goes fine

Q: How Purple met King orange? A: "You've seen the tunnels conecting the outernet and the internet, thanks to the wings Purple could travel safely and meet him"

Q: When is Purple's birthday? A: Alan doesnt know and thinks Purple wouldnt know either (maybe february? Alan feels like it would be)

Q: What are the/would there be Mercenaries official names? A: Become a member to know what production calls them

Q: Least favorite Character? A: Alan is not that emotionally attached to The Chosen One (cuz he's not very emotionally developed) (they have plans for that)

Q: Favorite Episode? A: episode 30 AvM

Q: If you turn off the computer, what happens to the character? A: Think of it as when electricity goes off. Is dark, is cold, nothing works, cant interact with anything. They probably just sleep.

Q: Is AvA/M same universe? A: Same universe, they happen offset of each other (like an alternative path created after discovering minecraft). Sometimes AvA is first, sometimes they happen at the same time (very messy timelines ngl)

Q: Would Mitsi be revived? A: We will see

Alan doesnt play among us (idk random chat question hehe)

Q: Are you planning another series? something different? A: Theyre gonna try with the minisodes

Q: Why are there so many Green episodes and little of the others? (concert, influencer arc, prank) A: They had the ideas before deciding who, is coincidence. They want to even it out.

Q: Why are newer AvM so childish? A: Alan didnt see them as childish and a lot of the audience are children (younger than 30) so

Q: Who made Corndog guy? A: Skim did and he is sorry

Q: Was AvM season 3 planned from the start or was it made as it was going? A: It was a skeleton and got stuff added (like the Warden was added as soon as they knew about it) (Alan contacted the creator of the Warden and he didnt answer until after the episode released lol) The golden apple was a placeholder for whatever the Warden dropped

Q: Will King's son come back? A: Do you want to? (another poll, chat was very divided) "thank you for the feedback" and said nothing more

Alan has cried after watching the finished animation (cried with King and Victim's stories)

Q: Has the story changed? A: Yes, Alan didnt plan to do more after AvA 1

Q: How long did it take to write AvM season 3? A: It took months. Alan got ideas while watching Avengers. King is inspired in Thanos and Purple in Loki

Q: What are some quirks the sticks have? A: Green likes udon noodles and listens to daft punk. Yellow could be into rubiks cube, Blue could be superstitious (horoscopes and astrology), Red has the most ADHD so whatever people with ADHD do. There's nothing "official" and we fans can give them some.

Q: Character you relate the most? A: Alan: The Second Coming. He's he older brother/father figure. Little silly and wants to stay home all day. Skim relates to Victim (connected while writing him.) Quiet and wants to keep occupied with work, has problems relating with people but gets stuff done

Q: How long does it take to make an AvA episode? A: Depends, last one took a year (because of all the new things) 6-8 months if everything goes fine (theyre working on AvA 13 as well)

Q: Is Purple part of the group now? A: Kinda. Like the friend who doesnt live there but visits a lot

Q: Why the name Mitsi? A: Someone sugested reverse Victim's name and change some letters

Q: If you could rewrite someone who would it be? A: Bob

Q: Would there be scary videos? A: Yeah? (kids like scary so maybe?)

Q: Episode you're most proud of? A: Right now Animation vs Adiction

Q: Upcoming video you're excited the most? A: (to avoid spoilers they mentioned the bedwars episode and Alan is excited for the next season of AvM) (Skim is excited for AvA 12&13 and said they're kinda like 2 parts of the same episode 👀)

Q: Would you upgrade to Windows 11? A: Is in discussion

Q: Are there gonna be new characters introduced? A: In AvM maybe, in AvA there's room for that, dont know about mayor characters

Q: Why the sticks dont talk? A: It was unintentional but it turned out fine. no script, no lipsync, no voice actors, more international audience

Q: Animation vs Roblox? A: they have no idea how to do it. it had to be a series and each episode they play different famous games (dont get your hopes up for this one)

Q: When are the mini episodes coming out? A: soon

Q: How rich is corndog guy? A: Not rich enough

[boydepartment]

“i love you in every universe.” with enhypen

a/n: arggggggghhhhhhhhhg minecraft music started playing so i’m a lil soft rn i’m sorry

warnings- none maybe slight angst for the most part fluff

wc- 100 words at least per member

MASTERLIST

jungwon- living mice

you and jungwon have been dating for quite awhile now, definitely longer than anyone thought you would. it wasn’t a fault to either of you, you were both busy all the time. when you had quiet moments with him like this, you cherished it. every second with him felt like you were floating. every soft breath you heard next to you, every small chuckle that fell from his lips, this was your own personal heaven on earth. you watched him scroll through his phone, probably on tiktok. you watched his reactions and how his teeth would peek out sometimes when he found something funny. he felt your eyes on him and so jungwon looked up at you. “y/n?” “hmm?” you smiled at him, getting up to walk over and sit next to him. “do you think we love eachother in every universe?” jungwon’s voice was quiet, your heart was screaming. “i do… i really do….”

heeseung- wet hands

when you first met heeseung, you thought he was exactly like his stage presence. so safe to say you steered clear of him. for months… little did you know he was secretly pining after you. he’d ask around about you, try to befriend your friends, it was honestly scaring him how much he just wanted to talk to you. when he finally did, you realized that his stage persona was kinda bologna. heeseung was a grade A dork who didn’t know how to speak to someone at all. it was the perfect example of he fell first but she fell harder. you ended up falling hard for heeseung. everything about him, even his stage presence. you stood by the door of your abode, heeseung’s uber was here and he had to head back to the dorms. it would be the last night you’d see him for a month. heeseung walked up to you and buried his head in your neck as he hugged you. “i’m going to miss you…” he mumbled, you smiled into his shoulder. “i know… you’ll be back home soon though..” heeseung pulled away and put his hat on you, his favorite beanie. “i love you.” you smiled up at him, adjusting the hat. “i love you more.” he was stalling, he really didn’t want to leave “i love you in every universe.” that made heeseung’s jaw drop. then he smiled at you. softly leaning in he kissed you like he never wanted to leave your side.

jay- dry hands

yours and jay’s relationship was grounded pretty quickly. you both knew what you wanted in this relationship and you both communicated that very well. when he was off work, you’d dance late at night in the kitchen, go on shopping trips, everything. you both were practically married mentally. one thing that a lot of people were not aware of, was that you’d go with them to different countries. mostly everyone just saw you as staff. so you got to tag along. it was a night in france and everyone had gone to sleep, jet lag hit you both and neither of you could join your friends in slumber. you and jay sat on the balcony sipping wine and watched as the city wound down. “all those people have separate lives than us…” you spoke softly, people watching. jay sipped his glass and set it down, “it’s crazy to think huh?” you looked at him, “it really is… i just hope they find as great of love as we have. although that would be difficult wouldn’t it?” you we’re tipsy and were sure hard to understand but jay understood you. “it would… because i love you in every universe.”

jake- cat

ever since you were young you were infatuated with romance movies. you always wanted your life to be one, you yearned for it. yet as you were growing up, you had terrible luck. so at some point… you just stopped looking. you let life rule you, and it was mundane and almost depressing. that was until someone spilled his entire hot ramen on you at 2am on a curb. jake apologized profusely and even took you to an urgent care, just to make sure you weren’t burned too badly. you weren’t mad at all in the slightest. he was charming in a way, and in your mind, the universe threw someone at you finally. to you, it was love at first sight. unbeknownst to you, it was for jake aswell. you didn’t find out about his work until you asked for his instagram and saw this barren sketchy account, when you asked, he broke down and told you everything. expecting you to be mad and to never want to talk to him again. you just smiled, you weren’t mad at all. you were just thankful to be around him. one night, something really bad happened. it caused you to spiral and not pay attention to anything. you ended up getting hurt and taking another trip to urgent care, which they immediately sent you to a hospital. you spent the night there, exhausted and not thinking. when jake finally got back in the country he was made aware of what happened and immediately rushed to you. instead of talking to the doctors and asking your state, he immediately jumped to conclusions and thought you were in a coma or something. he ended up at your side professing everything he had been too scared to tell you. “y/n i’ve always been in love with you ever since i met you. anytime i’m around you it feels right like my soul is at peace. i think- no i know… im meant to love you in every universe…” you were starting to wake up and you looked at him, “when did you get back?” you were dazed and kind of drugged up. “Y/N!” jakes eyes lit up as he looked at you and your eyes that were now open.

sunghoon- mall

sunghoon felt doomed. everything he did he felt he had to be perfect at. everything was a test to him. everything that represented him HAD to be perfect. he was caught in a loop. until he met you you were the opposite, things didn’t have to be perfect for you. if things were perfect then they could get ruined at any second. why would anyone want that constant fear? definitely not you. when you worked at a retail store sunghoon frequented, he didn’t pay attention to you at all. that was until he needed help with a clothing opinion. after that day you both hit it off. which led to sunghoon falling for your laugh and your urge to be outside of the box weird. your first date was NOT perfect, but sunghoon loved it anyways... you looked at the spill in your kitchen and started laughing, coffee splattered the cabinets and dripped off the countertop. sunghoon hearing you immediately rushed in, your mug broke aswell. your favorite mug. “my love what happened?” you were holding your stomach in laughter, “i broke it! i wasn’t looking where i was setting it!” you died down a bit and looked at the pieces, “i should go make a new mug next week.” you crouched down and sunghoon followed your lead, helping you clean up. he felt his heart smile, you being clumsy, and not perfect in the slightest made him love you. you taught him that things don’t have to be perfect to love. all that mattered to him was you being yourself. “do you think i’m clumsy in every universe?” you nudged him after cleaning. sunghoon chuckled, “i don’t know… but i do know i love you in every universe.”

sunoo- mice on venus

you were never overly confident in yourself. always picking apart insecurities and sighing everytime you saw a mirror. your appearance and how people saw you stressed you out heavily. that only got worse when you met sunoo. sunoo was absolutely perfect in your eyes, even his “flaws” that other people said he had, you didn’t see. you loved him for who he was. his smile, the way he’d laugh. everything. when he confessed to you, safe to say you were in shock. it scared you a bit, as your confidence was being tested. you both had a couple months of dating and you still couldn’t help but ask him. “are you sure….?” sunoo looked at you funny and tilted his head to the side, “of course i’m sure. i’ve always liked you.” sunoo rolled over and pulled you closer to him, “i’ve always thought you were perfect for me. every part of you.” he whispered. your eyes welded up with tears and you covered your face, “i don’t know sometimes i just don’t feel like i’m deserving of that.” sunoo’s face dropped, “baby… you are… in fact in every universe you are deserving of love. i’m grateful that it’s my love to give you. if anything i don’t deserve that honor…” you looked up at him, “you promise?” he pecked your lips softly and nodded, “i promise.”

riki- subwoofer lullaby

the way you met riki was embarrassing, severely embarrassing. a few months prior you went to a fansign and then next thing you knew you were stood frozen in front of him at a bookstore. “i recognize you.” he chuckled to himself, then walked away. after that instance, your paths would cross more often than not. at some point he assumed you were stalking him, until he started showing up to places you were already at. then he felt weird because what if he was stalking you accidentally? “give me your phone… please…” he shuffled awkwardly in front of you. you handed it over almost instantly and that’s how you both started showing up to places together. instead of being freaked out by the other one. after that day you were inseparable. you would bring food and water to him during late night practices. and soon the relationship grew into more, and he would look forward to your visits to his workplace. he was proud to say his girlfriend was coming over to take care of him. one night you were headed over, you couldn’t sleep and riki gave you the okay to come over. your bag was filled with snacks and drinks for him. you knew he was always too hard on himself and sometimes it hurt your heart to see him like that. you can imagine the feeling in your stomach when you walked into the practice room to him with his head in his hands leaned against the wall. you shut the door quickly and rushed over. sliding to sit next to him. “hey…” you mumbled putting your hand on his shoulder. riki immediately caved and hugged you. trying to calm himself down. “stressed?” all he did was nod. you took a deep breath and rubbed his back softly, “i’m really proud of you yaknow… i think that what you’ve accomplished in such a short span of time is incredible….” you noticed his breathing started to become more normal so you continued, “i’m really proud to say i love you. and i’m really proud to say that i love you in every universe.” your hands went to his hair, once again trying to calm him down. “i love you too…” he mumbled, “also in every universe…”

[pseudosaprophyte]

now that we’re 5 years out from the inception of the dsmp and a couple years? from its ending? i guess? (it well never end to me but im insane) i really want to talk about the audience’s response to tommy’s character and how it reflects both in-canon views of him and a phenomenon i’ve noticed at large.

this is prob gonna be long asf

a big reason i latched onto ctommy so early on was him not being the “ideal victim”, something people have talked about in the past ofc, but i wanted to talk about the specifics of that. there are characters who go through trauma and come out worse off, who lash out, who brood or are mean or flawed, and tommy had that as well, but i think the biggest thing both in universe and out, was that ctommy was ANNOYING. from the beginning he was loud and disruptive and rude. he would grief and steal and fight and just be a pain in the ass

and to many, being annoying is a far greater crime than being “flawed” in any other way. people like a brooding mean man who’s cruel because of his dark traumatizing backstory, you literally can’t escape those kinds of characters, but a character who’s just genuinely fucking annoying? people want those guys dead.

there was a popular tumblr post i still remember that was something along the lines of “a character can be a murderer but they can’t be annoying” and i never vibed with that but i do get where the sentiment comes from. from a purely entertainment perspective, it’s way more enjoyable to watch a villain than a character who you just want to shut up, i get that.

but what’s so interesting to me is the people who watched the dsmp and didn’t like ctommy because he was annoying were reacting the same way characters in universe reacted to ctommy.

i always go back to his death, or rather the characters’ reactions to learning he was dead. post prison-death, people celebrated, people cheered, and they had never done that before when a character had died.

(take this with a grain of salt because im not gonna rewatch hundreds of hours of minecraft livestreams to verify this, just take my dsmp-obsessed word for it)

when schlatt died, kinda the original and archetypal villain of the dsmp that all others would either emulate or at least reference, there was that moment where quackity was glad he was dead and ate his heart, but i don’t remember a wide spread cheering-in-the-streets kind of response, at least beside that initial “omg yay we won the war”

when wilbur died, he was much more complex than schlatt as a villain, but he very much terrorized people during his descent in pogtopia, and blew up the country they just fought a war for. yet there was no cheering at his death either.

but tommy, the annoying ass kid who griefed people’s homes and started little fights and was loud and rude, when he died? MULTIPLE people celebrated

and this isn’t a condemnation of that, i think we’re far enough out from the dsmp to not have to moralize these characters all over again, i just find it fascinating

because that’s a response i’ve seen many times before, to many different medias, and in real life as well. being annoying or cringey is a far greater crime than being cruel or violent

during the height of the dsmp, there was a very large group of viewers who HATED ctommy, and i’m sure there are still a few but i (luckily) never see them. and this wasn’t just one group, it was fans of all different characters who watched all different povs, and still so many people hated his character. and i think that’s an interesting reflection of the in-universe viewpoint of many characters. characters who had either bad faith or incomplete views on him who just saw a nuisance and a problem that was finally gone when he died, instead of an incredibly complex, loving, and hopeful character, subjected to abuse at the hands of multiple adults, charged with his safety

ctommy is a loud, annoying, at times painfully unfunny teenager, which to me makes his story hit so much harder. he’s not a sweet cherubic boy who never did nothin to nobody and was whumped by the narrative, he was a realistic teenager who was subjected to abuse and trauma, and not once did he deserve it

(no matter what those cdream apologists used to say back in the day)

the crime of being annoying is an interesting one, and one every single person is certainly guilty of

[sockssketchingshack]

So uh. I never really did an intro soooo

I see a lot of people asking about commissions and I am here to tell you that I don't do them! They stress me out! Sorry but they're Scary. But I do drawing *requests*. Because I like drawing things without any form of pressure to draw them!

Now that's out of the way, hello there! My name is Socrates. But everyone calls me socks.

I am an adult! 19 years old, April 23 2006.

My pronouns are he/him!

I am both a trans man and bisexual!

Things you should know:

I have low to severe functioning autism. Meaning I need help from those outside of my own self. Basically help with my day to day life and for scary situations such as talking to strangers IRL. Or complex decisions such as bank details or that kinda thing. I need others to help me!

That doesn't mean I'm not smart though. I'm mostly slow. I call it rebooting. So if I ever take a while to respond it's probably because I'm thinking about what to say!

I have borderline personality disorder.

I have bipolar disorder. I deal mostly with mood swings one minute ranting about how cute my cat is the next minute crying over how cute my cat is.

I deal with a lot of doctors! Two or more appointments a week! So if I tell you multiple times over a short span of time I can't talk cause I'm going to the doctor's it's not an overused excuse! It's true!

I have severe anxiety. Meaning any communication at all stresses me out. But I still really wanna try to socialize!

I have memory issues.

So if you wanna talk I'm welcome to it. I'm just really, really, shy. And sometimes I'll panic and end conversations out of nowhere. So if you ever wanna talk all I ask is to be understanding and a lil patient.

And if you talk to me long enough I'll grow to trust you! Which means I'll feel more comfortable and calm when talking to you!

About my art:

I love art! But it's hard to do since I have some physical problems. But I do it anyway! I mainly draw things I like or request / challenges I receive. I like to draw my little persona alot because he's simple and easy to draw. I also have a lot of OC's! Ask me about them! I love them all and will be over the moon to share their stories outside of just the art I make of them!

About a little thing about me: I am very scrambled in the head. Which has made multiple versions of 'me's' and I tend to portray the different sides of me through different ways. Some through color coded mes. Some will be different stages in life mes. Some will be imaginary mes. Some will be me from different universes such as the spider verse or Stardew valley.

About my text posts:

Text posts are semi common. It's mostly little ramblings or rants. Or just how I'm feeling. But again I mostly posts art.

If I ever interact with you or your posts:

It means I wanna talk to you but don't know how so I just try to show affection with hearts and sometimes if I'm brave enough a comment or reply. But I still really wanna learn to socialize with you!

Hobbies:

Art, cooking, baking, gardening, sewing, video games.

Lastly:

Ask me stuff! Talk to me if ya want! I am lonely. And I love you! And I'm proud of you! Take care of yourself! You deserve it! Bye! Love you!

Things I like (extra bit):

Get ready it's a long lists,

anime!

Any anime really even if I haven't seen it! I have watched a bit of or completed, Naruto, one piece, jujutsu keisen, Ouran host club, black clover, sword art online, attack on Titan, Yuri on ice, one punch man, my hero academia, assassination classroom, food wars, pokemon, the promised Neverland. And a bit more I'm probably forgetting.

Video games!

Any video game really! Even if I haven't played it! But I have played or watched others play: stardew valley, undertale, Minecraft, Roblox, terraria, cult of the lamb, overwatch 2, dead by daylight, Skyrim, halo, rocket League, cod black ops 2 zombies, moonlighter, hollow night, sky children of the light, don't starve together, subnautica, subnautica below zero, alot of different Pokemon games, five nights at Freddy's, astroneer, monster hunters, and one of my absolute all time favorites SLIME RANCHER!

other medias / things, TV shows, books, etc:

Percy Jackson, a bit of harry potter, marvel universe, DC universe, amazing digital circus, don't hug me I'm scared, Steven universe, avatar the last Airbender, we bear bears, and more I'm probably forgetting.

That's all bye.

[briarandhissecretgarden]

A Minecraft Movie Trailer Dive

Alright!! I have a hard time talking about things in a more real? manner like this but I feel like it's important to be honest and share thoughts.

So the Minecraft movie trailer is a trailer that exists and it's incredibly upsetting to say the least. i had always had hopes of it being entirely animated and be a sort fo film version of Minecraft: Story Mode but it's clearly not that at all. It's a shame too, it's incredibly disappointing to know it's live action as I am a HUGE advocate for animated movies and blockbusters and such. I think Minecraft is a game that is so fantastical and developed and normalized within it's own plane of existence that trying to translate it as anything other than an animated movie fundamentally goes against what the game is supposed to be.

Minecraft is creativity incarnate. It is a canvas for you to do quite literally anything with. And i think turning it into a pathetic cash grab live action movie is about as hard away as you can get from it's core values. You lazily slap real people to into the game to mock and laugh at and disrupt the flow of it's own universe. Treating this game as if it is nothing but a child' plaything despite the fact that people of any age can play it and find joy and excitement. I think the jokes and the overall childish view of the game is disgusting I think it belittles it, I think Minecraft as a whole, encourages all ages and helps develop personal understanding of the world around us and our own ideals. Maybe we'd like to build a large house, go on, here are hundreds of blocks to choose from! Loads of colors, be free!!! Perhaps you'd like to calm down and play with friends or even challenge yourselves, go on with multiplayer! There's servers and achievements!!! There's plenty of things to do. And I think one of the most important things is that, none of this is wrong or weird. None of this is an incorrect way of playing, nothing you do is bad. This isn't supposed to be humbling this isn't supposed to be stressful or something to laugh at. Your desires and plans are valid.

Perhaps as an autistic individual myself, I find that so comforting. I understand it's just a movie, but it's a movie that fundamentally gets everything wrong about this lovely game. I don't understand how these trailers and jokes and plot points are treated as if it's okay to be bad if it's for children. It's saddening.

Either way, moving onto a different subject that I have much more knowledge about and care too much of, the Piglins.

This trailer shows off that Piglins are meant to be the main antagonists, as well as the The Seer having a role in the plot. I have many problems with this, and I will be discussing this through the lens of my own experiences, especially as it comes to my race. (I am latino for those who don't know)

First things first, no, the Piglins aren't evil by any means. I know a lot of media has a very black and white view of them but honestly, take a moment to think about this.

Piglins are minding their business, having fun, living their lives, when a bunch of explorers come barging into their home, exploiting them for their willingness to barter, stealing their valuables right from their houses, and on top of that, being killed and hurt because they dare fight back and attempt to protect one another.

To me, it's incredibly disheartening to see Piglins being portrayed as some kind of aggressors, savages and barbaric monsters all because they want to protect their way of life. I don't understand how emotionless people seem to act toward them. They aren't even physically accurate to the game models. They wear clothes, they use tools, they talk amongst themselves. It's very disgusting to see how this group that is CLEARLY INTELLIGENT BTW (they make music, tools, clothes, armor, buildings, homes and have a complex social system) being drawn and shown in less clothes, more violent tendencies, a more destroyed home and life, even showing violence among themselves to portray them as anything other than the interesting and complex species they are.

I'm just tired of the racist undertones that most Piglin plots seem to have. I find it insulting to them, i find it concerning regarding the language used. 'barbaric' 'crude' 'savage'

Just makes me angry.

[autumnmist101]

Wild Life Fanfic

Hi! This is a story that's rattled around in my brain for the last couple weeks. Before you read, there are a few things to note.

On breaks and in-between sessions, the server is turned to peaceful, all cameras are shut off, and wild cards are deactivated. This is to preserve food and lives. Any lives lost during these times are restored back to the player before the session begins/continues.

Pearl has L.I.M.S. (Lag Induced Muscle Spasms) I seen a post by @hermitcraftheadcanons and they talked about how lag is an illness and how Aussie ping could be like a chronic illness in the Minecraft universe. I took this and ran with it.

These are in fact the characters not content creators. The characters are staying in their Traffic personas during recording but being themselves off camera. This will make more sense as you read.

Nothing happens if they do go out of character, but because the sessions are timed, they need to get as much usable footage as possible.

Enough of the author rambles! Onto the story!

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“So, you two have been going around, mildly making people our enemies and neither of you two are on red yet!” Scott scolds to the two mischief makers in front of him. Pearl rolls her head back, tuning out her teammate’s voice. The session had already been rough for her and now they have a fight to deal with.

“I’m close enough to red to warrant some mischief, and it’s not like everyone’s gonna stay allied to the end anyways.” Pearl states, silently wishing their comms would go off alerting them of the break, until then, they needed to remain in character.

“Still though, we don’t want to be making mo-” Cleo starts before freezing. Pearl mentally readies herself for the onslaught of pain she was about to endure.

“-more enemies.” They finish once the lag spike passes. Pearl leans onto the sheep fence as a sharp stabbing pain shot through her abdomen. Cleo lifts a hand from her hip, before placing it back. Good. Stay in character.

“We’re friends with literally most, if not half, the server. I-I’m sure we can do with some enemies.” The Aussie defends checking the time. Two minutes till break.

“Pearl, making enemies is how we die! And with the wild cards, who knows what kind of things they can do to us!”

“You worry to mu—” Pearl’s voice caught in her throat. Another spike. A sharper pain now.

“Much, Scott.” She finishes, now gripping onto the fence, her nails digging into the wood. A moment of concern flashes into Scott’s eyes before he blinks it away. Stay. In. Character.

“I worry just enough, and I don’t want you two putting our team in danger. We can do that when we all get to red.”

“But Scott, it’s been going so well!” Impulse finally chimes in, “Get one here. Get one there, and little by little we get to the end.”

“Yeah, then we have to fight each other.” Cleo brings up as Pearl looks back at the clock. One minute.

“Not like you haven’t killed your teammates before.” Pearl huffs as the pain slowly begins to ease.

“You're one t-” Pearl flinches as the pain shoots through her again.

“To talk, Pearl.” Cleo says, doing her best to ignore Pearl’s swaying as Impulse checks the time. Thirty seconds.

“I . . .” Pearl breathes doing everything to ignore the pain of her stomach, “didn’t kill a . . . a teammate, Cleo. . . I . . . killed . . . an enemy. . . You. . . and Scott. . . back. . . backstabbed me.”

“We would have had to fight each other anyways.” Cleo waves off, “It was us, Gem and Martyn. She was going after him, and you were the closest one too us.”

“St– Still . . . a backstab . . . though.” Pearl breathes before all of their comms buzzed. Pearl lets out a pained whine as she drops to her knees holding her stomach. Her friends immediately race to her side.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” Cleo says before another spike comes. It was a long one this time, a solid 20 seconds. Once the world unfreezes, Pearl falls onto Scott.

“Get her in bed!”

“Cl-Cleo.” Pearl whines as her soulmate lifts her.

“Impulse, best be making– Oh you are.” Cleo stops turning to find the imp already with bowls and ingredients over a crafting bench.

“I got it, but best let Grian know we'll need a bit longer of a break.”

“That’s not necessary.” Pearl’s voice rang out, sounding almost too pained to speak.

“It is necessary, and we are doing it. One way or another.” Cleo says, their voice stern. She heads to the far edge of the island before looking at her comm to see she had missed some messages.

Grian> Everyone okay after that lag spike?

Renthedog> All good here.

Ethoslab > that was a big one.

GoodtimewithScar> *couf* Thats waht she said *couf*

SolidarityGaming> Good here

Gem> Me and Joel are alright.

Grain> Impulse? Cleo? How’s your group?

Cloe takes a breath. Hoping their message wasn’t going to have the whole server come sprinting over.

Zombiecleo> Impulse, Scott, and I are okay, but the lag hit Pearl pretty hard. She’s in bed now, but may need a bit longer of a break.

Pearlescentmoon: I’m fine!

Grian> omw

SolidarityGaming> same

“Hey.”

“Ah!” Cleo screams turning to find BigB. They slap his arm. “BigB! You know I hate that!” The man giggles.

“Sorry. Sorry. Forget you scare easily.” He pauses, “How’s Pearl?”

“Her stomach seems to have gotten the brunt of it. She’s lying down now, at least, she should be.” Cleo explains looking into the distance. They bite their lip for BigB to pat their shoulder.

“Hey, she’ll be alright. I mean, yeah, she’ll need to take it easy on this next part of the session, but. . . She’s tough. She’ll make it through.”

“Yeah.” Cloe breathes before the two start their way over to the others. They find Tango, Skizz and Gem had decided to pop over unannounced. The latter coming to apparently shake the daylights out of Grian.

“FIX. YOUR. GAME! FIX. YOUR. GAME! YOU CRIPTIC BIRDMAN! SO HELP ME!”

“G-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-m!” Grian tries to say.

“The lag spike nearly killed me! It nearly killed Joel! It practically could have killed the whole server! And I know you had something to do with it! So, you’re going to fix it, you feathered freak!”

“Alright Gem, no killing the bird man on break. Save it for the cameras.” Cleo says for the fox hybrid to release the red sweatered avian. She storms back to the patient at hand for the zombie to look at the main admin.

“So, what exactly caused the spikes to happen?”

“Heh, um,” Grian chuckles, ducking his head, “would you believe me if I said chickens?” Cleo pauses folding her arms.

“Strangely enough, yes, but I have a feeling that wasn’t the case this time.”

“That’s because it wasn’t.” Grian smiles nervously, “Creepers were blowing up our chests. We were lucky none of us died on that last one.”

“I’m sure you’d replace the lives if you had. I mean the break was already called before it happened. Just needed time for the mode to change.” Cleo pauses looking over at the small crowd of nurses tending to their begrudging patient. “Will her recovery be long? She'll be insistent on getting back to work.”

“With a spike like that, she'll need to take it slow for a while. Probably two, maybe three days. Should be back to normal by then, that is, as long as no more spikes happen.” Grian explains before the two walk over to join the chaotic party.

“It's dandelion so it will help more than regular. Just remember to drink it slowly.” Impulse says giving a bowl to Pearl as Big B sits on the end of the bed, looking in his inventory.

“Muscle relaxer Muscle relaxer. Hmmm, maybe if we combined pufferfish and glow-berries? Or snow and carrots?”

“What got hurt Poppers?" Skizz questions, standing overhead, "Head? Stomach? How many fingers am I holding up?” He holds up two fingers before Jimmy chimes in.

“Are you warm enough Pearl? I can craft a blanket if you'd like.”

"And I can get a campfire going." Tango states going to chop down a tree as Scott starts up a brewing stand.

"Are you sure it was just your stomach muscles affected? Your back's fine? What about your limbs?"

“Oh my Notch.” Pearl says, looking away from the group. Gem chuckles before turning to the mother hens.

“Hey guys?” The men stop what they're doing and look at the Canadian, “Maybe you should try to find some snow? It will help relieve some of the pain in her joints.” There's a pause.

"Powder snow for Pearlie!" Tango yells rushing off the island.

"For Pearlie!" The others cheer racing after him, dragging Grian along. Cleo chuckles before turning their attention back to the disgruntled Australian.

“Did you enjoy the attention, Love?” They joke sitting on the side of the bed. Pearl rolls her eyes, hoping her face wasn't too red.

“When’s the break supposed to end?” She questions as Gem pets her hair back.

“Soon enough. As of now, you need rest.”

“I need everyone to stop making such a big deal about this.” Pearl huffs, wiping soup from her chin. “It was just a spasm. It’s gone now. I’m fine.”

“Pearl, you had four of them. Back-to-back I might add. and with that last one I thought you were going to pass out.”

“According to Scott, I did.” She huffs, rolling her eyes again, “But look, I’ll take it easy for the next part of the session. I have that storage room I want to build anyways.”

The two red heads glance at each other. They knew Pearl well enough to know that, while she could spend twenty minutes deciding on what flower to put in a flowerpot, she was also likely to get a build burst and expand said storage room twenty blocks in all directions.

“How about this,” Cleo pauses, brushing some hair from Pearl’s face, “build the storage room, but you have to take five-to-ten-minute breaks every thirty minutes.”

"Can't it be every hour?"

"Nope." Gem pops, "Every thirty minutes, that way you're not overworking yourself."

"Fine." Pearl sighs, not happy with the arrangement but it was better than staying up here and farming.

"Good." Cleo smiles, cupping Pearl's face. "We worry about you, Love."

"I know." Pearl mutters, snuggling into their hand, "I jus-" The world stops again.

"Ah!" Pearl whines curling inwards. Gem takes the bowl as Cleo helps her to lay on her side.

"Ah. Guess they. . . . found snow."

"I'll kill them when they get back." Gem states rubbing circles on Pearl's shoulder. Cleo questions if there's anything they can do to help.

"Magma cream might work?" Gem pauses, "Heat is best for stomach muscles. Honestly, I should have thought of it earlier."

"Ah, with the lot that was here fussing about, I don't blame you for not thinking of it." Cleo says opening a chest. "I'll be surprise if they don't come back with a mountain's worth of snow for you, Pearl."

"Great, build a snow tower out of it." She hums, "Did Griba extend the break? Felt like it should have ended by now."

"He did. We have ten extra minutes." Cleo comes back and sits down, "Meaning you have more time to rest."

"Easier said than done." Pearl pauses as she turns onto her back. Gem runs her fingers through the Aussie's hair as Cleo applies the cream. "Why did it have to be L.I.M.S.?"

"Because the universe needed to nerf you somehow. You're too powerful otherwise." Gem explains, pressing a gentle kiss to Pearl's forehead, "Now rest up. Gonna be a long rest of the session if you don't."

"Gonna be a long rest of break." Pearl pauses before giving a small smile, "Thanks for this though."

"Of course, Love." Cleo says, smiling down at her before their comms buzz.

Grian> Incoming!

Tango> Stack of snow blocks for Pearlie!

Skizzleman> And we picked up more visitors! :D

“Oh, for the love of Void!”

Hi again! So, I've been half MIA for the last. . . . idk how long. . . . and there are reasons. Family stuff, Halloween things but also . . . the toxic-ish GGG discourse at the start of WL . . . Didn't like it. Didn't like seeing it. Didn't like how reading it made me feel and I didn't want to be dragged into it by posting my own head-cannons and such. Luckily, things have cooled down. So, I will possibly be back to posting when I can.

As for this story, I wanted some hurt/comfort, and to be reminded that while they may fight on camera, at the end of the day, they are all still friends who love and care for each other, and that's what matters. <3

[jd-loves-fiction]

Here's my request the reader is a teenage girl and she's from a planet called Gastro-XV that's been the victim of a stellaron, and this planet's situation is much worse than Bellebog, the planet is nothing more than a huge desert now, and not only do the very few remaining survivors have to deal with fragmentum monsters, but also abominations of abundance, their weaponry is about the same as ours. Most of the people left on Gastro-XV believe in the phrase "Every man for himself". Ngl I was inspired by the pangea desert when I thought about it, and I got the idea of both fragmentum monsters and abominations of abundance by some modded Minecraft playthroughs. The reader has been taken in by Boothill and went to Penacony with him and Rappa during the 2.6 quest, the reader was especially interested in paperfold University because she's never been able to go to a real school.

🌑Lets hope i did good since paperfold academy took so much of my brain to process, also reader is implied to be almost illiterate. Tried my best with this, hope you like it!!

𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫

Lights nearly blind you from every angle as you step onto Penacony, bright and beautiful. Being starstruck given what you’d grown up seeing; long stretches of nothing but dust occasionally broken up by various kinds of beasts looking only to kill all those who came close – compared to that, this might as well be a whole other universe all together.

“Don't get too distracted,” Boothill lightly chides, nudging you softly to get your attention, “we have a mission.”

“Right.” You reply, reigning yourself in as best as you can, still subtly glancing around to marvel at the lights and people, “Where’s Rappa?”

“She’ll meet us there, something about… monkeys? I think.” The cyborg furrows his brows, probably thinking back to said conversation with the Ninja. You don't question it, no use given what she's usually like.

You make your way to Paperfold Academy with a bounce in your step, eager to see what an actual school is like. Boothill doesn't chide you for the dreamy look in your eyes when you arrive,  letting you take your time looking around.

It’s bustling, as expected, but you’ve never seen so many people together like this, each one of them so different from each other. It messes with your head a little bit. To think that this sea of bright lights and joyous souls was once a desert planet, like yours.

Boothill’s caught up in some sort of nonsense conversion about bananas, unaware of you wandering off, eyes taking in everything around you or trying to, so many colors and sounds seem a little too much for you to absorb.

Before you know it, you find yourself in one of the academy halls, much more empty than the main plaza but still filled with people moving about, chatting amongst themselves about subjects you don't quite grasp. You wonder to yourself, how difficult would it be to enroll, just to see what a real class is like! Both Rappa haven't been very helpful with figuring it out, considering they too have never been in school and are much less interested in finding out what they’re like. Though you can't exactly blame them – their life goals have less than nothing to do with education in general.

The sounds of people mingling fade as you step deeper into the building, where the lights are dimmer and the halls are quieter – it gives you a chance to take a breath as adrenaline had begun filling your veins without your notice. Everything is just so exciting!

But Boothill’s right, you have a mission, you should find Rappa and– is that a monkey in a lab coat? 

A poster about one ‘Profnana’ catches your eye… though you’re unable to read much more beyond that. What a strange place. Still you sit there and try your best for some time – this is a place of learning, after all, you should try to improve your reading skill. 

Focused as you are, you don't notice the red eyes set on you from behind the corner, watching, observing, “...You will make a great actor.”

Suddenly, a wave of unpleasant memories from before Boothill had taken you in floods your mind so viciously that you’re left scrambling for a grip against the wall in front of you, breathing heavy and heart rate accelerated.

Before you’re able to even question what is happening, the feeling is gone and a hand lands softly on your shoulder – it's Rappa. Her lips are moving but you only catch the end of her sentence, “--you ok?”

It takes you several seconds to nod, flashes of the scalding sun upon your skin and the dirt under your nails staining your mind long after the moment has passed.

You ask her where Boothill is, she says he's gone already, starting his part of the plan – you barely register her words.

Eyes watch you both from the shadows as Rappa launches into one of her ninja speeches that you barely pay attention to.

Yes… what a wonderful actor you’ll make.

[medicetwork]

Mercs if they had modern day cellphones!

Heavy:

The screen is too small and his fingers are too big.

The screen also tends to hurt his eyes after a while but he absolutely refuses to turn down the brightness, saying it would make it even harder to see than before

His main favorite functions are video calls with Medic or his family and listening to music.

His life is complete when he discovers E-books

He can’t read them on the screen but he loves being able to clean Sasha while having his favorite book read to him

Medic:

Really doesn’t use it for much else than phone calls and the occasional google search at first

When he discovers mobile games that takes his interest though!

He becomes a candy crush mom.

Oh you have a broken arm? Wellll…You can tough it out, champ. He’s on level 7,229 right now.

He would make all the other men get Life360

Scout:

Total social media zombie(I say as if I am not one)

Surprisingly he’s very popular on apps like Twitter and Tik Tok. People think he’s hilarious!

Unfortunately somewhere along the way he says something less than respectful about something and his account gets banned

Eventually he’s on account number 6 and trying to regrow his following

It never recovers

He finds out about NFT’s

Sniper:

Mainly uses it to watch youtube and play music

His phone is always on silent and Do Not Disturb

He loves those videos where those guys go out into the middle of the woods and just start building a fucking house out of clay and sticks.

He prefers texting to calling, finding it much faster(he just like me fr)

Baffled by just how much porn he has access to now….

But he’s not complaining.

Soldier:

He doesn’t use it because he just keeps breaking his phones.

They’ve been dropped, blown up, set ablaze, dropped in water, eaten by a bread-tumor monster, eaten by Soldier(???) and run over.

Even if they didn’t get destroyed within 3 days he still wouldn’t use it for much else besides setting alarms and sending confusing group texts.

However, with each new phone he has gotten he asks Pyro for stickers and sticker bombs his phone just for fun

Has an American flag wallpaper

Pyro:

Watches a lot of Youtube!

They love art tutorials, cooking tutorials and those videos with the guys that put molten hot metal balls into water and those videos of people crushing things in Hydraulic presses

Their search history is so fucking strange:

“my little pony free episode”

“my little pony movie free”

“how to draw clouds”

“gasoline cheap prices”

They follow Scout’s pages and always send him nice comments and like his videos

Engineer:

Loves listening to music and watching movies on his phone

Eventually learns how to code and make his own apps

This is also how he discovered he could jailbreak his phone and turn it into a universal remote for his sentries

Very slow texter

Uses way more emoji’s than needed

“Hello yall 👋🏻 going to the hardware store today 🔨let me know if yall need anything while im out👋🏻🚶🏼”

His most used app is the settings app

Spy:

Of course all of his phones are burners.

He never uses one for more than one week

Loves pirating movies on it and watching them in bed

He has no contacts. No personal information and keeps his location off at all times

Likes to pretend to be different people and play around with Google and Youtube’s targeted ads and algorithms

One day he’s an 86 year old woman that’s recommended nothing but metal bands and funeral home ads

The next week he’s four years old and getting recommended Mario and Minecraft let’s play videos

He uses twitter

He’s doxxed many people on Twitter

Like Scout he has MANY banned accounts and has also hacked and stolen many accounts

…He hacked one of Scout’s accounts and got it permanently banned

Demoman:

Loves watching Top 10 videos

Also loves having so much ease and access talking to his lads

He video calls his mother often even she just nags him the whole time and keeps accidentally hanging up

Is frequently texting the other team’s Soldier and laughing at what he says back

Uses Discord and Reddit and is in many servers and communities that focus on paranormal activity, urban legends and cryptids

Actually makes his own youtube videos searching for said cryptids

Frequently comments “cringe” under Scout’s posts