#technically I’m supposed to call admin

[2xchomp]

Not art (once again ;-;), but it think you’ll like this

But I had a dream…a vision perchance that has to do with 5am Pearl and Misadventures!Pearl.

Basically, somehow in someway, DL!Pearl’s tower end up in the world of Misadventures due to…something (idk it’s just a concept and not hashed out) and Misadventures!Pearl happens across it while exploring! (Maybe with others maybe by herself)

And is confused as to why there’s another part of the map that’s labeled “The Scarlet Witch’s Moon’s Tower” and decided to call Lizzie about it, since it doesn’t seem like it should be there.

Now, maybe it’s there on its own, or maybe it’s there in a zone that has the other winner’s bases from their games ( “The Watcher’s Sun’s Desert,”

“The Sacrifice’s Stars’ Cottage,”

“The Listener’s Mars’ Isle,”

“The Villain’s Trading Shack,”

“The Wildcard’s Comet’s Car,”

And I don’t know if the AF’s “bases” also show up since technically they didn’t have a bases, but they’re definitely there in someway! Maybe Cleo’s just rooming with Scott)

BUT! Either way, Lizzie comes on over in admin mode, and maybe it’s because she wasn’t there in DL or maybe it’s something else, but since they only stayed in the outskirts of the land, she doesn’t notice its connections to the life series and says: “Well that’s just weird, it registers as a dungeon, but it’s not a dungeon we made…”

and decides to hold a meeting to tell everyone else about it and tell them to not go near it until the admin team fix it up or find out how it there or something.

Pearl though? Pearl knows what’s there, she knows the name, she knows the cold that instantly hit her body when crossing the threshold, she knows the silhouette of the tower in the distance and she definitely knows the howls that ring through the forest.

So, against what Lizzie said, she heads out to it again, cause she thinks she knows how to at least try to get rid of it. So maybe a little talk is in order.

And of course it’s a dungeon, but the thing is, the monsters she’s supposed to fight? The wolves? They don’t seem to want to fight her, they’re all just looking at her cautiously and curiously, like they know her. Well guess her hypothesis on who this is, is right. Now she’ll just have to talk to her(herself?).

They finally meet, and instead of trying to fight her, the Scarlet Witch just asks a question:

“Do you think this is going to last? The friendliness? The calm? Wouldn’t it be better to be prepared just in case they leave again?” It isn’t asked in malice, just curious, worried that it’ll happen again.

“It won’t, I promise that. For as much as there are grudges held in the games, they aren’t forever. The people in there are more forgiving than that, I’m more forgiving than that, and Scott is too. The reconciliation in Wild Life may not have been the best, but we’re working on it outside of that as well. You don’t have to worry,

I - we, won’t be left alone anymore.”

Maybe it’s the conviction in her voice, or the fondness, but The Scarlet Witch smiled softly as she started to turn to particles. Like how monsters normally do when dying.

“Maybe we won’t be alone anymore, but it’s always nice to have a companion to always be by your side.”

Then Tilly comes into view, and walks over, now as a companion (maybe mount?) that Pearl can take home.

(And maybe some other canine companions are there to be picked up by others as well, Shelby’s Dire Wolf, Sausage’s Bubbles. Maybe even Matchbox, Mailbox, Millie and Billie will find their way home as well, but only if a route not violent is taken)

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But yeah :D Maybe this’ll get others to make art or stories cause while I’d love to make art, it would come out so much later than I would like, and this idea might slip from my mind by then.

Idk, I just really wanted a 5am Pearl to get some closure knowing she won’t be treated like the way she was in DL again. It’ll help soothe my soul.

Once again, I’m sorry about the art drought but I’m working on smaller things that are all interconnected which I hope people will like. It may take a while but it’ll come out…eventually

[sevasey51]

Y/N has to work weekends not every weekend just one weekend a month. Connor came to visit on a Sunday in the mid mornng to suprise her and also suprise her with coffee from their favorite café. He comes up and the nurses are complaining about policies and unsafe staffing, charge nurses taking patients etc etc. Everyone is crowded around the computer charge is on, putting their inputs of what to send in the email. The email happens every week always sent on a Sunday. Expressing their concerns from the week. They call it “Sunday Shaming” and they send it to the nursing educator for maternity. It’s not ever punitive it’s expressing concerns for patient care and staff burnout. Unfortunately it always falls on deaf ears.

Sunday Shaming & Surprise Lattes

Summary: Y/N only works one weekend a month, but it’s always a whirlwind—and this Sunday is no different. As the maternity staff gathers to write their infamous “Sunday Shaming” email detailing the week’s staffing concerns, Connor appears mid-morning with coffee from their favorite café. What he doesn’t expect is to walk into a full-blown strategy session. What she doesn’t expect? That he’ll not only back her and the team up—but quietly send a follow-up of his own.

The smell of chart paper, hand sanitizer, and half-eaten breakfast sandwiches lingered in the hallway outside the maternity lounge.

It was Sunday. Technically a slower shift, but no one on maternity ever said that out loud—because that’s when the universe sent twins or abruptions or patients who’d been in labor for 36 hours and had finally decided to scream bloody murder.

Y/N sat at the edge of the nurse’s station, hair in a half-done bun, sipping weak coffee from the floor’s generic machine while helping the charge nurse rewrite the opening paragraph for the Sunday Shaming.

“It can’t sound angry,” the charge nurse said, squinting at the screen. “But also, it has to make it clear we’re drowning.”

“So… diplomacy meets passive-aggressive rage,” Y/N offered.

“Exactly.”

The Sunday Shaming wasn’t an official name—it was just what everyone called it. An email sent to the nursing educator and floor manager every Sunday night, detailing what went wrong that week: patient ratios, broken equipment, charge nurses having to take assignments, unsafe float staff.

It wasn’t supposed to be punitive. It was meant to spark change.

It never did.

Mid-paragraph rewrite, the elevator doors slid open and Connor walked in, holding two coffees and a paper bag that smelled like their favorite cinnamon croissants.

Y/N blinked. “You’re early.”

“You texted me that the coffee machine was a crime against caffeine. I took that as a personal cry for help.”

Around them, the entire maternity crew cheered.

“God bless this man!” one of the nurses declared. “Someone marry him!”

“I already did,” Y/N said, grabbing her latte with a grateful sigh.

Connor grinned and handed out the extra pastries to the nurses without being asked.

But then he glanced at the charge computer.

“What’s that?”

“Weekly email,” Y/N said. “It’s our Sunday Shaming.”

The nurses laughed.

Connor raised a brow. “You shame… Sundays?”

“We shame staffing. And broken warmers. And management. And the fact that we’ve been short three nurses for two months and admin hasn’t replaced them.”

Connor’s jaw tightened slightly. “And they don’t respond?”

“They forward it. Once. Usually with a ‘We’ll look into it’ and then radio silence.”

Connor nodded slowly.

Y/N knew that look.

She gently placed her hand on his arm. “Connor…”

“I’m just saying,” he said casually, “it wouldn’t be hard to run a side audit comparing average nurse-patient ratios to national guidelines.”

“Connor,” she warned again.

He held up his hands. “I’m a concerned family member. That’s allowed.”

The nurses laughed again, one muttering, “Can we cc him on the email?”

Later, when Y/N returned from assisting in a triage call, she found him standing by the break room, texting.

“Who are you—”

“Just Hannah and Ava,” he said, eyes on his phone. “Sending them a little rundown. Ava’s going to flag it to the board.”

Y/N blinked. “Connor…”

“You take care of everyone up here,” he said, finally looking at her. “Let us take care of you.”

Because Sunday Shaming might fall on deaf ears—

But when it reached the right people, it became something more.

It became action.

And no one was ignoring his wife’s voice.

Not anymore.

[lilythecaattt]

Even in my attempts to not name 20 different AU’s for each and every Roblox thing connected to this… I think I might end up making another Roblox AU.

I have two ideas! might as well write them down before they die ig…

would this count as an AU of my AU? 😭

Concept 1: Azure and Two Time. Except they were never Forsakened, and Azure got away before Two Time could kill him. Now the Spawn Cult considers Azure as someone to be hunted down for betraying them…

Concept 2: C00lkidd theft!… 7n7 “doesn’t exist”, but *technically* used to. Only the rivalry between the hacker kids or whatever (Bluudud and Prettypriincess) still exists… This C00lkidd is a Teen, and is more of a troublemaker than CWs!C00lkidd.

…That or 7n7 ends up being a Robot C00lkidd built but not sure if that’s too weird so idk

Concept 3: MAFIA CHANCE LETS GOOOO! After nearly dying to iTrapped, iTrapped fled the scene instead of making sure Chance was dead. A few of Chance’s Squadron Soldiers found Chance, and managed to treat the injury(s?) before he died of death. iTrapped is now on the “kill for revenge” list! 😁

Concept 4: iTrapped is on the run for failing to tie up the loose-end. C00lkidd is manipulating the guy in return for hiding his tracks from the Mafia HELP-

—Admins—

Concept 5: Shedletsky… is missing. Completely vanished with no trace. Absolutely no one has any idea where he is in this AU. (Plot twist he was banned by 1x and things are gonna go baaaad…)

Concept 6: Builderman. Trying to figure out various mysteries & problems with the help of Detectives and Moderators. Also trying to keep that annoying cloaked-demolition-guy from interrupting his work. Why is this cloak-guy flailing his arms so aggressively in front of the window? Is that paper supposed to have handwriting? That doesn’t even look like english… Eh, must be nothing.

Concept 7: 1x1x1x1 has amassed an Army of undead, along with reprogrammed Rodroids (Artificial Robloxian’s created purely to be part of his army). He is the only one who knows where Shedletsky is, as he covered his tracks so well that only a couple Depthslings know where Shedletsky was imprisoned.

Funny thing is, despite all of this, 1x isn’t exactly pure evil… Nor is he “good” either. Still he is called an Embodiment of Hatred.

—The Doe…s, & Noli—

Concept 8: Noli exists. That’s about it. C00lkidd has, on multiple occasions, tried to annoy the [null] out of him.

Concept 9: John Doe and Jane Doe aren’t married, are are probably teh children of Builderman… (not sure if i’ll stick with this idea or not… maybe they’re both artificial robloxian’s created by builderman? rather than implying he had a wife?? idk man)

OKEY BYE I’M ABANDONING THIS IDEA… maybe… NOW PEACE ✌️

[romilly-jay]

Blog-i-sode Two

Mallory Reddy here.

This is a retrospective voice note on the events starting 415 CE, Foundation 12. Accurate as I can make it but inevitably there’ll be some artistic license. No, this is not an objective POV.

I’m recording on – I didn’t keep perfect track, but – Harvest 10-ish? In the year 174 CE. Probably. Yes, that’s approaching 240 years past-ways from things started. Relative to my personal bio-line, these events happened around nine and a half years ago. I was sixteen.

Closed Zone

Beyond Hambleford

Sector Pastoral

Raynovia

415 Current Era

Foundation Month 12

Training with Jared

I’m finally ready to try to make sense of that last trip to the Closed Zone. And the things that followed on from it.

Do I need to record, explicitly, that we weren’t technically allowed to be there? It’s called the Closed Zone for a reason, right?

Thing is – jump-tracking isn’t active in the Closed Zone. There’s some sort of strange damping effect that cuts time-communications between people inside the Zone and the admin hubs back home. Anything happens, you’re on your own. Well, okay, stranded just with whoever else you’re jumping with, so, not completely on your own. Access to back-up is the whole reason Time Tumblers started jumping paired not solo and thankfully, my cousin Jared (Gupta) and I didn’t have too many issues twinning our KeepSafes when we jumped there.

Honestly? Not being tracked by Hambleford Watch was actively useful since I’d been benched and Jared wasn’t supposed to be training with me.

Why was I benched? The specifics are too tedious to recap but in brief, I was rude to someone pompous. I mean, important. (Important. And, also, pompous.) Not even publicly! But it was enough. I don’t blame the organising committee for scrubbing me from the Foundation Day celebrations at month-end. Just unfortunate that it meant Jared was reassigned and was no longer supposed to help me train for the linked Expedition Corps PreQual assessment.

That said, J’s a soft touch and I’m persuasive, so he agreed to help me, off-books.

Ironic in the light of subsequent events which have left me as, I believe, the only Time Tumbler to have been neurologically blocked from time-jumping – hopefully reversible…? Let’s see – but at the time, I was dead set on serving in Expedition Corps and time-jumping for the service period as my officially required contribution to our collective well-being.

The first week of unsanctioned training – ‘truancies’ as Jared insisted on calling them though joke was on him since they involved him doing more work not less – was uneventful.

We relaxed, got confident. Over-confident. Then – it was Foundation 12.

A day I wish we could un-do, that I’ve been committed to trying to undo ever since.

On Foundation 12, Jared and I set out for the Closed Zone mid-morning, separately from Hanne (Marten) and Shalva (David), J’s classmates in the graduating class of Fifteen and our accidental co-conspirators.

At least, they overheard us talking about the Closed Zone at break and were extravagantly curious about it and insisted on coming along. No objections from JG. He’d had the biggest crush on Hanne for who knows how long. And the two of them were good company and excellent time-jumpers so – no objections from me, either.

That day, Foundation 12, H and S were able to get away earlier than we could, I no longer remember why, so they went ahead and we agreed a time-point to meet them, there.

Jared and I headed out along a paved route that headed north-east out of Hambleford.

Roughly speaking, we were heading seaward but everything that half of the compass hit seaboard eventually. It’s how it was, living in the top slice of a massive continent.

Jared was on a push scooter; I was on a contraption of my own devising, from an abandoned trolley bottom at the back of the grain store that I’d cut down and modified.

The trimmed-down board was just wide enough to stand on with both feet pressed together, but I wouldn’t advise it. At a standstill, the board moved around unpredictably due to the two small sets of wheels I’d fixed to it, front and back.

Crazy-looking contraption but quite stable once I was moving at speed. I called it the Slim-Slider.

At the time, I fondly imagined the design was a product of my unique inventive brilliance, but with everything I’ve seen since, I’m now certain someone else invented it first.

When we got to the place where we planned to leave the paved route, Jared hid the scooter under a low, scrubby brush-tree. He made enough room for me to hide the board, too, but I preferred to take it. It wasn’t heavy and it could be fun to ride in some parts of the Zone.

‘Suit yourself,’ Jared said with a shrug, then he turned and loped easily along a dirt track that wound through the grasslands, heading east.

I was no match for my older, lankier cousin and was soon sweaty and out of breath from my efforts to keep pace with him. Jared got to the edge of the Closed Zone well before me and waited there, as I knew he would, so that we could go in together. By the time I arrived, Jared was showing no signs of exertion and seemed like he had enjoyed the exercise while I was questioning the wisdom of having weighed myself down with the Slim-Slider.

This approach, from the west, brought us to the lip of a large, circular depression and it was possible to make out that the Closed Zone was located inside the remains of a crater.

I could see a number of tracks leading down into the valley. Most or all of them looked to be from our recent excursions and it occurred to me that if anyone decided to take an interest in what we were up to, it wouldn’t take long to figure things out.

No point in worrying about that, I decided. The Time Tumbler insistence on carefully narrowed fields of inquiry and on cultivating a studied lack of general curiosity, was on our side here, annoying as it was. It’s ridiculous, in my view. People should poke about and ask inconvenient questions. How else are we going to learn new things or invent them?

Dismissing a lingering concern and eager to get started on our training, I pushed past Jared towards the basin and, hurrying, not paying attention, I lost balance momentarily.

My centre of gravity lurched forward into the downhill gradient, so that I slid and skidded on the loose dirt of the path. No fall, though. I recovered easily and used the momentum to skip-trot towards the valley floor, throwing up a cloud of dust behind me.

Two-thirds of the way to the bottom, the path shifted from exposed to shaded, since the lower edges of the crater bowl were thickly covered in vegetation – a mix of spiky bushes and low, twisted trees. Temporarily blinded by the abrupt change in light levels and moving too fast to stop safely, I trusted my feet to manage the now-unseen trail ahead of them.

Luckily there were no obstructions. I arrived unscathed at the edge of the place we’d agreed to meet up with Hanne and Shalva. It was a favourite spot, in the south-west of the Closed Zone, near the corner closest to Hambleford, with a large clearing, grassy, with patches of clear earth. It offered decent space for jumping despite, like the rest of the zone, being littered with long-abandoned detritus, scraps of equipment from a former age.

The shapes had become familiar from our trips here but were otherwise mysterious. Some exposed edges looked metallic while others had smooth-coated surfaces. I thought I could sense a residual sadness emanating from them, or at least from the pieces that looked broken and shredded. Jared said this was just my imagination working overtime. In other words, we had no solid idea why they were there or what their intended purpose was.

On training days, we simply used them for shade and to jump from.

I dropped the Slim-Slider board onto the floor next to me and listened for signs that our friends were in the area. Apart from a residual settling of air from the ruckus I’d made emerging from the undergrowth, nothing moved. The place felt deserted. Unnaturally so. No sounds registered. I couldn’t even hear Jared making his way down the crater side behind me.

A few more moments passed and then he appeared, having descended more sedately.

‘Not exactly sneaky, Mal,’ Jared said. 

Now it was my turn to shrug and grin a little.

‘What do you want to do about the others? They’re not here – not now, anyway.’

Jared checked his watch. ‘We’re early. Hanne suggested we coordinate the jump schedules for time-overlap to begin at 3pm, current-present.’

‘So, the running we just did?’

‘Is good for you. Think of it as bonus training, Mal.’

I scooped up a couple of small pebbles and tossed them towards my cousin. It was a half-hearted throw, and Jared dodged the pebbles easily. ‘You realise I’d have hit you if I wasn’t weak from exhaustion after all the unnecessary running, though,’ I said.

‘Not a great way to persuade me that we shouldn’t run here next time,’ Jared replied.

Since, on reflection, I agreed with him, I changed the subject again.

‘So, we’ll run some jump-drills, just the two of us, until they get here?’

‘Of course. Didn’t come all this way just to light-bathe,’ Jared said. ‘Did you?’

He pulled a slim notebook from a pocket stitched into a hem at his thigh and gestured to a patch of bare earth, near a freestanding piece of debris that was mostly rectangular and upright. ‘How about we sit down while I talk you through the jump plan?’

We settled ourselves on the ground, leaning our backs against the comforting solidity of the old machine, then Jared riffled through the pages of his notebook for that day’s drill.

While my cousin was searching for his notes on the jump-plan, I stared idly at the debris around us. In this part of the Closed Zone, several pieces of ancient junk were very large. The edges of the clearing were defined by dune ridges of smallish, piled-up junk, in shapes nature might have sculpted in the Dry Lands, but the very largest bits of debris stood separately, towering and immense, intruding onto the smooth ground of the clearing itself.

Some pieces were curved, some were boxy; a few had jagged angles. All were topped by dirt and somewhat smoothed-over by the green of climbing plants, but the sharp metal underneath had not been entirely concealed.

These largest pieces, we discovered, made magnificent launch sites for time tumbling.

At first we worried they would be unstable, easy to dislodge by our movements as we trained. However, some cautious exploratory jumps reassured us that the junk stood, unchanged, in the same configurations as far in time as we cared to check. Even the ‘dune’ debris had become locked into sturdy, quasi-solid structures where it stood, with the dirt, weeds, and scrubby bushes that collected on top acting as a semi-reliable extra binding layer.

The elevated pieces were perfect for our favourite – terrifying – new jump-drill, a twist on somersault jumping. Even cautious Jared agreed to use them as a base to jump from.

Somersault jumping is akin to diving into water from height. It stops being terrifying once your body has drilled enough to understand how to move through the in-between to land safely and as soon as you can stop your mind screaming that the fall is going to kill you.

If you dive from a low platform, then the dive itself is over very quickly, from what I’ve seen. The focus of the activity seems to be all about clean entry into the water. But if you dive from a high platform, then there’s a meaningful time gap, in the suspended moments between feet pushing off above and hands breaking through the surface of the water below.

Divers have learned to fill that gap, that there’s room to add acrobatic flourishes as they fall and in a similar way, I suppose, Shalva discovered that she could fill the time-jump gap with some theatrics. She jumped into another time-point while she was in mid-air – technically, a jump with no landing since she was in still mid-air when she arrived – and time-jumped back again in time to land on the ground in the time-point she started from.

I’m not completely convinced that wrapping the movements inside a double somersault was essential for the double jump to work – Shalva made some sort of argument about momentum to claim that it was – but either way, it just looked petrifying and fantastic.

After numerous rounds of experimentation, some a bit shonky and unstable-looking, Shalva established a set sequence of movements that she could execute reliably and that I was itching to have a go at. She would forward-roll into empty space, a move which made my throat constrict every time I saw her do it. Then around a third of the way into the drop, her falling, spinning body would flick out of view and she would reappear a moment or two later, close to the ground and aligned upright, ready to catch herself on the balls of her feet.

Jared’s voice pulled me back to the present moment.

‘First test is… rendezvous,’ he read out, squinting at his crabbed writing.

Rendezvous is the name we give to an exercise where one Time Tumbler jumps first and the other uses the partnership connection to navigate to where they’ve jumped to.

Quite advanced material – it’s clearly harder than setting out at the same time. I felt flattered that Jared felt I was ready to start with something at this level.

‘Next, a retrieval, then chase-the-trail, and a freestyle to finish. Got that?’

I nodded. A retrieval is exactly what it sounds like. Just an exercise where you bring something from another time back to your own. It’s not challenging at all, unless either you’ve chosen to target something that’s hard to find at the destination or your jump balance is thrown off by the heft of whatever you’re carrying on the way back.

Chase-the-trail can be done as another staggered exercise but it’s significantly more fun if one pair sets the trail and the other pair chases it as a unit. My expectation was that we’d be doing that one as a four with Hanne and Shalva.

Then freestyle, again, is what any sports fan might imagine – a big chance to show off by doing the fanciest time-jump you can think of. It was during a freestyle drill that Shalva invented her somersault technique. Did I mention that freestyle can be dangerous?

Next on the list, before we started jumping, was to pair our KeepSafes.

This usually has a double function – it’s a way to boost the intuitive connection between partners and it also acts as a tracking device that syncs to monitors at the Time Tumbler’s home location. That second part didn’t apply in the Closed Zone, but we still wanted to boost our partnership capabilities.

To pair the devices, I clicked open the compartments in the wooden upper and shook out one of the tokens stored there. I offered it to Jared and took the replacement token from Jared’s KeepSafe in return, dropping it into place, before closing the lid.

I tested the seal, then, satisfied that the join was closed fast, I smiled at Jared, who smiled back. In a slightly unplanned synchronisation, we each stowed our KeepSafe back into its habitual travel-pocket, moving in time together, to the same rhythm.

‘Ready,’ Jared said.

‘Ready,’ I replied.

[hairenya]

Please stop coming to my class high af we can all tell it’s embarrassing

[firestorm09890]

Organization XIII Coded Avatars

Hi howdy

I was scrounging around in the depths of the khwiki and ended up on the Avatar Menu page. I never played kh coded (...this is technically from Kingdom Hearts Mobile) and I know very little about its gameplay but there was this side mode where you could make custom avatars and there were a bunch of pre-set ones, all with unique usernames and quotes

There’s one for every member in Organization XIII.

Please look at them.

DaSuperior “Avatar Parts, empower me!”

Fr33sh00tr “Pet goldfish? As if!”

Whirlwinnr “‘Love’...my outfit? Bah.”

TheChillE1 “Avatar pets? Fascinating!”

SilentHero “On your last legs yet?”

ZexyScheme “You cheat? Deplorable.”

LunaDVine “Expecting a mission?”

Flamesilox “F-L-A...Got it memorized?”

N♪cturne “My new song melts faces!”

GambleOfF8 “Scratch card? I'm game.”

AssaXIn8 “The Keyblade must be mine.”

SavageNmph “Do I detect DISTRESS?”

Key2DestNE “They ran out of sea-salt.”

Never4get “We meet again.”

Let me reiterate that these are from an official Kingdom Hearts game

I was going to make a cute little graphic or something but I decided nah I want the pngs to be downloadable straight from the post

Other notes and some (lots of) rambling under the cut

Avatar parts and scratch cards are references to mechanics related to the Avatar Kingdom as a whole. No idea what avatar pets are supposed to be though- I think he might be referring to buddies

Shoutout to Naminé being assigned mouse. Also “Shadow Dawg”. Also Roxas as “Dog 3″ is sending me- this isn’t what this post is supposed to be about

There’s this thing called the “Avatar Sector” where you... clear a bunch of floors or something idk I’ve never played the game

But after every ten floors you get a new title! For the sake of time I’m just screenshotting the table and pasting it in

And each Organization member has one of these titles. From the bottom up, we’ve got:

Junior Diver: Roxas Diver: Demyx, Marluxia Senior Diver: Vexen, Larxene Sector Mod: Xaldin Sector Admin: Zexion Sector Master: Axel Architect: Xigbar Wizard: Lexaeus, Saïx, Xion Legend: Xemnas, Luxord

I’mmmmmm not sure what the pattern is there? Or if there even is one???? It’s not physical strength, or ability, or importance in the Organization, but it doesn’t look to be entirely random... Considering this is from a side mode to KH Coded it’s probably better to just not think about it but hey now you know

Various ramblings on the things themselves:

Da Superior..................

Xigbar’s quote is a reference to that “Do you always have to stare at me like I just drowned your goldfish” line from 358/2 Days. this might be common knowledge but I like to cover my bases

shoutout to tumblr user @/ fr33sh00tr for being one of the uhhh 3 people I’ve seen ever reference these things

wow they really play up Xaldin’s hatred of love to a comedic level huh

the username Whirlwinner SLAPS though

Vexen’s mouth is the only one of the Organization that’s not pink/scarlet! Peculiar!

Lexaeus’s quote is a reference to the time in 358/2 Days when he hit Roxas really hard. Another L for Lexaeus fans 😔

also his eyes are gold for some reason?? clearly doesn’t mean anything here but why

aesthetic probably. xigbar’s eyes ARENt gold

ZexyScheme 💀

fun fact Zexion uses the word “deplorable” TWICE in Chain of Memories (only once in the English version of Re:CoM but he does indeed say it twice in the Japanese version). This is the third time. It’s not a very common word or anything so I think it’s his favorite word lmao

Axel’s username is a reference to the silly little nickname Xigbar uses for him in Days which makes me think Xigbar came up with all these usernames

shoutout to Demyx

something about the way “Do I detect DISTRESS?” is written is so funny to me, she sounds SO excited

XION AS NEVER4GET......

it’s definitely Xion btw because they all have numbers ascribed to them and Never4get is the only 14

that’s it

Thank you so much for to reading my post

[hazardworld]

Sorry guys, I had tech week and then grad stuff and now it’s finals season with more grad stuff...eugh. Anyway, here’s the long-awaited next part of Monster Town!

Content warning: Jason Carver and the dickery that comes with him

WB1.WB2.WB3.P1.P2.P3.P4.P5.P6.P7

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"Okay everyone," Johnathan set the large folder on the table as he sat down. "These are all of our photo proofs."

El grabbed the folder and dumped it onto the table, photos spilling out into a little pile. Simultaneously, Robin pulled Nancy’s tape recorder and a bag of tapes from her pockets, and Mike pulled out his blue and gray Walkman.

"Lucas, you have your tape recorder?" Robin asked, and the young jock nodded and pulled out his own set of tapes.

"I forgot something to play them with, but I figured we could share," Robin grinned and nodded.

"Sure! This one is Nancy’s, anyway,"

"You’ve at least got the library team’s document?" Mike deadpanned, and Lucas rolled his eyes.

"Yes Mike, I have the document," Lucas rolled his eyes as he pulled out a large packet from a red folder he’d kept under his chair. "Dustin finished it this morning."

El coughed, and by her direction, all three quieted and turned to Johnathan.

"So, based on the research from the research team, we’re supposed to sort relevant photographs into three areas: Jason being a dick, Jason being a siren, and 'Other',"

"If you guys survey info, I can fact check it with the document,"

"Cool! Then me and Mike can do tapes"

"Why do I have to do tapes with Robin?" Mike bemoaned, but he had already taken Lucas’ bag from across the table and was pulling out a tape.

"Which leaves me and Johnathan for viewing pictures," El said, changing the subject and atmosphere by smiling happily at Johnathan. He smiled back and nodded, picking up a small handful of pictures from the stack. Quickly, El did the same and the rest of their little group got to work.

——

"Lucas, why is there just cultish chanting on this tape?" Mike asked sometime later, breaking the silence that was note-taking and photo-sorting.

"What?" Lucas asked, confused. "Could you play it aloud?"

Mike shrugged, unplugging his headphones, and played the track over again after rewinding it. Then, as if it was some sort of cult chant, the four heard a group of people, presumably men, repeating a phrase over and over again, louder and louder.

«boku yni su mõ puvwaɾ! boku yni su mõ puvwaɾ! boku yni su mõ puvwaɾ!»

"Oh! Yeah, that’s our pre-game hype chant. Jason said it’s some sort of encouragement phrase in an ancient language, but now I’m not so sure. Besides, Dustin said Steve can speak siren-language, so I thought he might be able to translate it later."

The group nodded. Lucas made a good point: even if it was nothing there was no point in not trying to get every piece of evidence they could against this jackass.

"John, El, how’s photo sorting going?" Robin asked, since she had already taken off her headphones and gotten distracted.

"Frustrating," Johnathan replied, and El nodded.

"It is hard to determine where most of the photos should go." El explained. "For example, I cannot tell whether a picture of Jason making a speech at a pep rally is considered ’siren’ or 'other,'"

"Can’t you use your powers to try and see what was going on at the time?" Lucas asked, but El shook her head.

"Technically yes, though if I used them for every photo I would wear myself out."

"Wouldn’t the photo just be him being a dick in general?" Robin asked frankly. "I mean, he’s giving a speech at a pep rally. You’re only supposed to do that when you’re an admin or something."

"But didn’t Eddie say that was when he say Jason use the most magic? Maybe we should call him over from Steve’s to see if he can see anything himself," Johnathan countered. "If he’s using magic as he’s talking, then he’s definitely pulling a siren."

"Maybe you could make a 'both' pile?" Lucas suggested innocently. "If you can’t tell whether he’s just being a dick or if he’s being a siren, say for now he’s doing both. Then later, we can have Eddie check."

The other four at the table nodded in agreement as they staggeringly went back to work.

——

"Hey guys, I’m gonna use the bathroom, be right back," Lucas set the packet down on the table as he got up from his seat. All the others at the table simply nodded and hummed in agreement, not taking their eyes off their work. Lucas shrugged and walked down the hallway to the Byers’ bathroom, locking the door behind him as he entered.

He was briefly fixing his hair in the (aluminum) mirror when a flash in the window caught his sharp eyes.

Lucas stepped into the bathtub to peer out the window for a few seconds—just making sure whatever had passed was just a squirrel, or something.

The flash was the glint of the sun-on-steel reflection from one Jason Carver’s car.

His ears twitched as he heard the ignition shut off.

Fuck.

"Guys, GUYS," Lucas ran as fast as he could (without destroying the house) back to the kitchen table, and everyone looked up at him inquisitively."

"Carver—Car—Here, now—"

"Holy fuck," Robin shot up from her seat, now just as panicked as Lucas, and started piling as much as she could from the table in her arms. "Shove it under the couch!"

Quickly, everyone else joined her in haphazardly hiding their incriminating evidence under the Byers’ well-loved couch, until the inevitable knock on the door.

"Hello? Byers?" The unmistakable voice of Jason Carver made the whole party freeze in their tracks. "Can we talk? I just have a few questions,"

Lucas watched Johnathan take a breath, then quietly start to make his way to the door. Halfway there, he beckoned for the rest of the group to leave and stay out of sight. The four of them made eye-contact—none of them were budging.

"Johnathan Byers, hey, mind if I ask you a few questions?" None of them could see the doorway from where they were hiding, but they could hear the unmistakable phoniness in Jason’s voice.

"Sure, sure, come on in," Johnathan spoke, tense, and Lucas flinched as he heard the door shut. "S’not like I’m doing much right now anyways,"

"Oh?" Jason faked casualty. "No company over, or…"

"Yeah, I have some of my brother’s friends over. We were about to make some foos, right guys?" The two men moved into the group’s line of sight, and Johnathan gave a sheepish smile.

Luckily, El caught on fast.

"I’m Jane, Will’s twin sister," She boldly walked up towards Jason and they shook hands. "John, is this one of your school friends?"

Jason and Johnathan laughed, exchanging expressions of awkwardness.

"Sinclair," Jason gave Lucas a little wave, and Lucas trilled his fingers back—something he’d adopted from Steve.

Jason took a breath and the atmosphere in the room darkened.

"I feel like you guys have some sort of vendetta against me," no shit, "and while I certainly believe you should have your own opinion," lies, "I can’t help but have heard some sorts of threats against me? Is there anything you guys should tell me to protect my safety?"

Lucas felt some sort of tug at his heartstrings—maybe he should tell Jason to keep him safe—but when had Jason ever done the same for him? Jason didn’t deserve their warning.

"Nice try, asshole." Mike spoke sharply, "It’ll take far more than just convincing us to get us to help you at all,"

Jason’s façade cracked ever so slightly.

"Let’s try this then, if you all want to be so difficult," He took another breath to regain his composure, "You will tell me everything about your plans, right here, right now,"

This time, that tug was harder, but still cooled down by something else—something Lucas couldn’t quite put into words, inside his chest.

"Sorry pal," Robin shrugged, grinning in sarcastic nonchalance, "better luck next time,"

"WHAT—ahem, what?" Jason spoke through angered, gritted teeth.

“You cannot convince us to do your bidding, Carver,” El smiled sweetly as Lucas started to see small fragments of her glow come to light. “We are not your puppets,”

“Maybe you aren’t,” Jason’s mask snapped, and his face turned dark and menacing. Suddenly, Jason and Lucas had locked eyes.

“But he is."

“I expected better of you, Sinclair.” Jason slowly stepped forward, inching his way towards him. Lucas felt his fangs and claws lengthen to defensive positions. “On the varsity team so young; so gullible,”

Instantly, Jason pinned Lucas to the wall like it was nothing, and brought his own face right in front, so they had no choice but to lock eyes. Lucas grimaced at his strong, rotten fish-smelling breath, and winced when he saw Jason’s rows of jagged, sharp teeth.

Was that normal for sirens?

“Tell me everything you know,” Jason looked directly into his eyes, analyzing and grinning with no sense of remorse.

Lucas groaned as his heart throbbed in his chest, and his head started to pound. He never wanted to tell Jason anything, but he might have to—

Seconds later, it was as if it was all wiped clean, a blank slate of nothingness.

Lucas smiled.

"Not gonna work, Jason." Jason quickly stepped back, taking a hard look at the group around the room. El was fully glowing now, and her wings seemed stiff and ready to fly. Mike and Robin had taken some sort of fighting stance, and Johnathan held a metal baseball bat in his hand.

"ɾevɛlə la maʒjə də səlɥi ki ta modi," Jason chanted thrice, first soft, then loud, then confirming. "ɾevɛlə la maʒjə də səlɥi ki ta modi! ɾevɛlə la maʒjə də səlɥi ki ta modi!"

Everyone in the room besides Jason began to glow a bright, sunshine yellow.

In the depth of the situation, Lucas had forgotten to listen around him.

The group flinched as the front door flew open, banging against the wall.

"JOHN! ROBIN! HOLY FU—" Eddie skidded to a stop when he laid eyes on the scene, and quickly was followed by Argyle, Max, Erica, and Will.

"Why are you all covered in Steve’s magic?" Argyle asked, and Lucas immediately knew they were all done for.

-----

Season Finale, Part 8!

Lemme know if theres like any side stuff you guys would want to know about in the au, etc!

Also, I may be coming out with a different monster-based ST AU sometime soon (it’s a bit bloodier ;D)!

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[memetaped]

most popular girls in school taken from the tv show.

i said where, not when, you idiot.

what, did you suddenly adopt the vocabulary of bob the builder?

i’m sorry, doc, but i don’t live in a goddamn mentos commercial.

do you guys ever talk about anything other than, like, revenge?

we should probably go eat an entire meal and reorganize.

i’m coping. i’m celebrating. i’m copebrating. i’m celebroting.

oh my g.

we’re kind of in the middle of something right now, so if you could, you know, not.

god, i want to fucking murder you.

oh, you are a calm breeze in my fuckstorm of a life that i’m living.

are you gonna try to nickname yourself again?

note to self: corn dogs and mountain dew do not mix.

you look like a tampon that was dipped in skittles and vomit.

psst. psst. psst.

i want to poop here. whenever i want for as long as i want.

welcome to the new reality.

stop trying to force your full house references on us.

byeeeee.

but the “me” i want to be likes to curse.

i don’t really think that this is the kind of thing that anybody should be laughing at.

you were supposed to be watching the door.

someone threw a rock at me today.

why do you say “how do you say” before words you clearly know how to say?

om, nom, nom, nom. i’m hungry for lunch.

TMI but thanks.

whoa, i think i’m going to pass out.

well, well, well, sounds like there’s discord on cheer mountain.

i’m recording it on the DVR so that i can fast forward through commercials.

i didn’t believe that for a goddamn second.

you have the worst timing ever. we’re kind of dealing with a situation here.

jesus christ, is that a fucking gremlin?

i’m not saying anything. i’m just saying.

the answer to a question i never asked.

now where the hell is my nonfat skinny caramel hazelnut jamocha cappuccino?

the ghost of christmas past wouldn’t sell me anything.

it means whatever the fuck you want it to mean.

by a nap, do you mean ambien and a box of wine?

you cursed me out in the bathroom earlier today.

i think i know how to mix ex-lax into a fucking drink, okay?

well, i don’t want to be rude, but that story was very long and much more involved than i originally thought it would be, and i’ve had to poop through most of it.

just give me one second. annnd it’s on twitter.

i’m sorry, but why the fuck is everybody yelling over here?

no, write-in, like with a pen.

don’t erase my DVR.

so much technical jargon, jesus louisus!

that’s a nightmare. a nightmare i call my life.

and it can’t be me because i’m halfway through shark week.

what the fuck is wrong with you?! throwing hacky-sacks all around willy-nilly like this was the goddamned x-games.

don’t worry. i’ve got this.

oh, jesus christ, you’re a fucking trainwreck.

my ears will never be clean.

i’m trying to keep my stress levels down. i’ll explain later, but just know that i agree with pretty much everything you said.

i guess the only part of your plan that didn’t work was the whole goddamn thing!

don’t ever fucking cut me off again, do you understand me?

but if you put too much, then it won’t mix with the liquid and it’ll just sit on top like semen on root beer.

and that’s why i always say, “trust a decepticon and you’ll get burned”.

you think you can maintain consciousness for the next five minutes?

“not the best idea”? it’s a fucking ridiculous piece of shit of an idea!

i know you got your own issues, but we’ve literally spent the last three weeks talking exclusively about that.

hit the bricks, bitch.

we’ll make you an admin on our facebook page, include you on the google docs and start cc’ing you on all emails.

oh my god, i feel like it’s staring right at me. it’s like the eye of sauron.

never mind. posted, tagged, your life is ruined.

i wanted to play angry birds, not read wuthering fucking heights.

oh my, somebody’s gonna be walking very funny tomorrow morning.

is chiffon a material or a person? or both?

i’m in the matrix.

oh, well that sounds like a perfectly rational decision.

son of a – son of a gun, son of a freaking gun.

i’m glad this is gonna be a fair fight. like rocky and apollo creed.

i think you meant to say fudging poop-show.

do you think anyone will notice i’m bald?

you’re right. because a fly is an innocent creature that never knowingly did anything to anybody. you, however, i would maim.

how about i come back there and kick your ass?

if i didn’t have splash mountain coming out of my ass, i swear i’d rip your fucking head off.

you look up “bitch” in the dictionary and you’re gonna see my fucking face!

i just threw up in my mouth. please stop talking to me, and walk away.

you want me to say no, right?

because i’ve seen every single robocop, and i know how to take you out.

the only true happiness comes in death.

but in exchange for that, you have to watch a whole episode of glee with me.

it was barely a joke. it was just an insult with no laugh line.

i’m here to tell you two things. you’re famous and you’re welcome.

wait, why did you just answer a question that you just asked?

i ate the last bag of gushers while you were taking your afternoon bath, you dirt ball.

ew, it has a bloodstain on it.

that just made me think of something to put on my vision board! i’ll be right back.

this is pizza street, not a toddler’s kitchen.

i’m sorry, but someone like you wouldn’t really understand what i’m going through right now.

what the fuck is the wi-fi password?

i had to leave. i had to reinvent myself.

you have my full and complete attention.

wait, so is hipster a technical term for people who get dressed in the dark?

less talk, talk. more make, make.

what the fuck do i have to be stressed about? 

[bastillewolf]

Hello idk if the requests are still going but if not then its okay ignore this and if they are please don't over work yourself and you don't need to do my request if you don't want to just stay healthy and eat well and drink lots of water we all live your work (and are simps for corpse-)

The ask : could I ask for a corpse husband x reader where they used to get shipped together before they even meet each other and when they meet each other corpse goes soft for reader and they play two rounds In among us together where they are imposters together and corpse is an imposter alone in the other round

Reader info : reader has a very soft voice and is a softie and the pronounce is she/her or they/them ( as you wish)

Again you don't gotta do it if you don't want to

Thanks so much for the ask, An. I was feeling like shit and this was a lot of fun to write. I’m sorry though, I completely read over the part where the reader was supposed to have a soft voice. I’ll see if I can make another one with this specification sometime. Also, I wrote this rather quickly because I’m watching Twilight for the first time and now my feelings are hurt.

#CorpseBride - Oneshot

Pairings: Corpse / Reader

Twitter wasn’t really your forte, but you knew how to get around. It’s just that you never really had the time to check it, let alone to see what’s on the trending page every single day. At the very least, you were capable of replying to your friends’ stuff and letting your viewers know when you were streaming or when a new video would be up. Again, you weren’t a pro, but you got by.

Until you didn’t.

“Hey, everyone,” you greeted, and immediately went to change your Among Us figure to its usual colour and outfit before someone else took it.

Everyone welcomed you, while it seemed Toast was still busy trying to get a last person to join.

“Whaddup, baby,” Corpse’s shot out from the rest of them. It was pure teasing, something he’d grown quite comfortable with ever since people had blatantly started simping for his voice. “Nothing much, honey. How’ve you been?” You cheekily replied. “Pretty good. Streaming still makes me nervous, though.” “You greeted me with ‘Whaddup, baby’ and then proceed to tell me you’re nervous? Don’t get upset when I say that I don’t believe you.” He chuckled at that.

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

“Ha!” you called out, “I doubt this will soothe your nerves, Corpse. You’re teamed up with me now.” You sneaked in a glance at chat. “We are not an old married couple! If anything, he can be my bitch for this round. I’m just not gonna murder anyone.”

And that’s basically how it went. He managed to kill three people and still wasn’t being sussed. “Alright, I think I’ve tortured him enough,” you laughed, “I’ll even spare Sykkuno for the man.”

You managed to corner Toast and killed him in a corner where the water wheels were, before heading out into admin. You vented until you found Corpse in Labs and jumped out. It was right when Sykkuno walked in.

“Oh, god no. Please, Sykkuno.”

Your kill count still wasn’t down yet and he was obviously planning to run straight out the door to hit the emergency button, but he was stopped. Corpse had murdered him in an instant.

Your mouth was hanging open. “Did… Did he just kill Sykkuno for me?” Chat was going absolutely wild. “What the fuck just happened?” You decided to report the body anyway.

“I can’t fucking believe it,” Corpse growled, “Not my best friend, Sykkuno.”

You had to mute yourself to keep the laughter at bay. Corpse evidently vouched for you, saying you’d walked in on the body together. Felix was sussed and voted out.

“Corpse, you killed me!” Sykkuno cried out.

“I’m so sorry, Sykkuno! I wanted to spare you but you walked in at the wrong time!” You pleaded.

“Sacrifices had to be made,” Corpse merely responded.

“Wait, what happened?” Sean asked.

“I walked in on one of them venting and then Corpse killed me!”

“Collateral damage. You watched me get killed one time, too.”

“Blame me, Sykkuno. It was my fault,” but you were laughing as you said it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard such regret coming from an imposter,” Sean laughed along, “Also, why the fuck were you two being so slow? Three meetings in and you’d only killed three people.”

“Corpse was simping for me,” you replied.

“I was not.”

“Yes, you were. Otherwise you would’ve asked me what the hell I’d been doing that entire time.”

“Fuck off,” he laughed.

“Corpse is an UWU-boy!”

“Oh my god, you guys are already trending.”

“Wait, what?”

Your phone was being blasted off to space, getting tons of messages with the hashtag #CorpseBride. It was number 1 trending on Twitter.

“So… whaddup, baby?”

“Oh no, you better buy me a drink first.”

“Sure.”

 You hadn’t thought he’d been serious in that moment, until he’d asked you to meet up after the game had ended. You hesitantly agreed, but reminded him that he absolutely did not have to participate in this just for the meme. “I’m not doing this for the meme,” he’d said, “I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while, I just never knew how. It seemed like the perfect timing.”

You met him at his apartment, knowing how he was about going out in public, and feeling extremely nervous. You’d brought takeout, and because you hadn’t been sure what he wanted you’d ordered way too much. Upon opening the door, he looked at you, down at the bag, and said, “Shit, you got food?” Not really knowing what else to say, you simply replied, “Uh, yeah.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have lots of leftovers, then.”

He smiled, gave you a hug that ended way too fast and left you paralyzed for a minute, and then invited you in. It turned out he’d already ordered food, too. “Plenty to choose from,” he laughed awkwardly. “Uh… You got any neighbours who might want some?” you asked.

“I-I don’t really talk to anyone outside of my friend group.”

“Oh, of course. I could go around, if you’d like.”

“You’d do that for me?”

You furrowed your brows. “Of course I would. Why not?”

“Alright, but let me at least come with you. You just do the talking.”

Three knocks at three different doors later, and someone accepted the offer and took over some of the food. “Hang on a minute,” the elderly man said, clad in only his pyjamas and a bathrobe, managing to make the situation even more uncomfortable, “Aren’t you my neighbour? You always scurry off before I get the chance to talk to you!”

You looked at Corpse, and he back at you, and you turned back to the elderly man. “He, uh… He’s very people shy. He has anxiety. I’m trying to help him cope. Also, his vocal chords are damaged.” Nothing you’d said so far had been a lie, technically, but the man still remained sceptical. “Then why didn’t you just leave a note or something?”

“Uh…” you jumped at the small voice appearing from behind you. It’s just that his ‘small voice’ is still nothing close to small. “I know, I’m terribly sorry, sir. I also just wanted to let you know that if you ever need anything, I’m just a few doors away.”

This seemed to please the man enough.

“I can’t believe you made me do that.”

“I made you?!” You gasped, “I didn’t make you do anything, you filthy liar! You’re just as bad in real life as in Among Us, when you’re the impostor and I’m the innocent crewmate.”

“No comment.”

“I didn’t even ask you a question.”

“No comment.”

“Deadass?”

“Deadass.”

You both laughed. Corpse hesitated for just a moment, but decided to ask anyway, “Were you nervous when I opened the door?”

You chuckled awkwardly, admitting, “Yeah, I was. I always get anxious meeting people. Well, we’d met before, of course. But just, you know, in real life.”

“I get it.”

You stood there in silence for a moment, until you noticed the rest of the takeout in your hands was getting cold. “Come on, wife,” he joked, linking his pinkie finger with yours, “Let me get you that drink.”

If he hadn’t dragged you along then and there, you could’ve sworn your knees would’ve given out.

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[jiminrings]

bestie what if jungkook finally finds out that jin’s friends with y/n 😭😭😭 he’d live in embarrassment for like eight business days

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

jungkook wants to crawl in a ditch for bADLY misjudging a situation he should’ve foreseen in the first place

yoongi has never been this dedicated to curing his hangover

well actually, nO ONE was really forcing him to pick you and taehyung up anyway

you didn't even ask!!! you could 10/10 just call for an uber to bring back taehyung to his place

maybe, just maybe, it's your fault that when yoongi asked you where you were when he's just woken up from a long night of partying, you mentioned "i'm with taehyung" and hospital and go home in the same sentence so that's why he went to overdrive

did he process what you said correctly?? probably not <3

that's the whole reason why yoongi had wasted sIX eggs this morning!!

he read somewhere in passing and watched song-hwa from hospital playlist enough to know that drinking eggs apparently helps you with your hangover and some other things

first, he wasted tHREE eggs because apparently, you're not supposed to drink the eggs !!! whisked !!! because it "defeats" the whole purpose

but it's still an egg whether you whisk it and no one's sane enough to drink raw eggs unprovoked

yoongi nailed it on the second try and he might have gagged a few times but the important thing is, his hangover is all-cured from the stress of digesting raw eggs :D so now he can safely drive at a borderline dangerous speed to pick you and tae up

"hey kiddo."

you peer your head up to see yoongi looking down at you, ruffling your hair in greeting

you've been held up here for less than five hours anyway, and it's not that yOU look tired,,, it's just that maybe you could use a little more sleep

lol you got yoongi thinking for a second that you're the injured on

"hey champ," yoongi acknowledges taehyung who's smiling from his bed, getting a forehead flick from his senior to which he rolls his eyes to

taehyung's... dressed up already in his normal clothes?

he already has his shoe on too so yoongi doesn't quite get why the two of you still aren't standing up

"you're lucky you just got a flick," you add helpfully, yawning in remembrance, "he punched my arm when i fell down the stairs at the dorm."

and wHY is this conversation all pointing to him now??

"because the both of you did stupid things that landed you in the ER!"

"i was just trying to see if i can go down the stairs three steps at a time!!"

"i just wanted to embrace y/n!!!"

very stoopid decisions if you ask him

yoongi shifts his weight from one foot to another, still a little lost because he's already here, and the two of you are all-ready to go, and he's not really a fan of the smell of the hospital —

oh wait

"has the bill already been settled?" he asks in curiosity, fishing out his wallet from his pocket

"mhmm. already did," tae answers instantly, nudging yoongi to put his wallet back where it came from

uhm wait maybe it's the eggs that are talking but uh

..... if the bill's already paid-

"then why are we all just sitting here?"

taehyung opens his mouth but he cLOSES it shut the moment it all clicks in his head, belatedly looking at you whose face screams conflict

yoongi's eyes turn to you on instinct, narrowing his eyes because you're choosing not to meet his eyes

"we're uh, we're waiting for jungkook to come back from the restroom."

...

.....

.......

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

yoongi's quiet, almost like he's calculating the variables in his mind

his mind's working harder rn that it did on his finals last week

"so jungkook is here?"

he gets war flashbacks every time he hears his name

he just shudders at the thought of him and he doesn't mean it positively lmao

"y-yeah! did i not tell you that at the call? he helped me get taehyung here," you scratch your nape in explanation, not accounting for the fact that yoongi still vERY much loathes jungkook when you called him

tae's not actually sure if he's helping you when he opens his mouth but he's trying his best <3

"yup! his shoulders were my crutch for like, three blocks. he also bought us food from the cafeteria while we were waiting to have my leg cast!!"

he glances at the fancy paper bags from the cafeteria downstairs, even some take-outs in there that makes it look all-stuffed

how in the living hELL is yoongi suppposed to feel about all of this :|

"i'm back! should i call an uber now? sorry, i bought these tiny hand sanitizers because they were having a sale at the pharmacy. y/n what scent do you-..."

jungkook happily chirps as he rummages through the bag he was given, preparing to scoop all the different scents to present them to you when he jUST had to look down at a familiar pair of shoes

as in the same black converse that he had the relief of looking at when someone was particularly asking him if he ever had a knuckle sandwich

"h-hi yoongi."

yoongi narrows his eyes at the kid who just squeaked, mouth puffed-up in disbelief that he looks like he's hiding a hamster in there

"bye jungkook."

yoongi uses tae as an excuse to shoo jungkook off as fast as possible but that kinda bites him in the ass

taehyung's going through a learning curve with his crutches and yoongi's making him wALK faster!!!! he still needs a little-

oh wait a minute :-)

"jungkook! help me walk to yoongi's car."

no

there is nO way that even taehyung's conspiring against him now

first jin and now taehyung????

tae solidifies his point by winking at yoongi, leaving you alone with him as you carry the paper bags of cafeteria take-outs

he's not exactly sure if he's helping you out at this situation, but once again, he's just trying his best and having fun alright!!! he likes to be included in these types of things hee-hee

yoongi has no choice now but to aLSO drive jungkook home, and the thought just makes him grumble from thinking about it

he'll have to disinfect his seats ://

"i haven't fully forgiven him if that's what you're thinking about," you chime in with his thoughts, looping your arm around his to help quell the visible stress in his mind

"it's your life," he puffs out because he doesn't want to meddle with you, consciously trying not to be overbearing when it comes to your choices

"i know. i just want you to know that your closest friend has the pride and the brains to not forgive an asshole, a goddamn junior, who said really mean things to her," you add thoughtfully and transparently, making yoongi break into a smile

ok that's got the heaviness in his chest a little lighter

"we should probably talk to each other one of these days."

you haven't had a heart-to-heart talk with yoongi for quite some time now because there weren't really any pressing issues of the sort to make the two of you talk face-to-face, but now it's probably needed

"we should."

:D

jungkook has never feared for his life in a car ride tHIS much before

and he's even wearing his seatbelt!!!!

you're sitting at the front seat and he's with taehyung at the back, the latter dozing off because yoongi indulged his request for sleep music with soft rain on the background (it doesn't make yoongi sleepy) in an attempt to make him feel better about his leg

the one-hour loop's working wonders because you're passed out on the front seat too

normally, this would also make jungkook sleepy

but how the fuck can he sLEEP when yoongi looks at him through the rear-view mirror like an apex predator??????

kook could take the easier route of pretending to sleep so he could get to avoid yoongi's gaze

but then if he pretends to sleep, yoongi would clearly see how his eyeballs are still very much trembling even when his eyes are shut and he's the furthest thing from being relaxed

don't get him started on stoplights too!!! that was just pure torture because jungkook was conflicted to whether or not he should look at him rIGHT back

taehyung and jungkook live in the same building anyway so that's more convenient because he actually wouldn't know how to act if he had to drop j-name (he honestly can't digest saying his name) separately

now that that's all over, jungkook feels oddly fulfilled in a way...?

fulfilled in a sense that even if partially, he managed to earn your forgiveness

he feels like he could sleep a little more peacefully knowing that he atleast did something right this time!!!

which is for the exact reason, he's gonna gUSH about this to mr. kim from student affairs!!!

it's uh the weekend and he walked to campus because he thinks that admin works even on weekends (mad respect)

it's noticeably a lot more empty compared to weekdays and it's just filled with freshmen with their hectic class schedules and some students who are just fulfilling units to graduate early

jungkook walks straight to student affairs and it instantly looks empty, the only familiar face in there being namjoon

as in mr. kim namjoon who's wearing a windbreaker rn and whose hair is dEFINITELY blonde than the last time (two days ago) that jungkook saw him

he's not here to work isn't he

wait is he here to rob the place ???!?#?!?

"and what are you doing here?"

namjoon is as confused as jungkook, his mouth opening and closing in dumbfoundedness

"o-oh! is mr. kim here? w-wait, you are here. i mean mr. kim seokjin, sorry. did he-"

"nope," namjoon shakes his head, putting his bucket hat back on to leave jungkook all by himself

namjoon from work and namjoon every other time besides work are TWO different entities

"we just came here to collect our paychecks. you missed jin by ten minutes."

oh well

his momentum's not entirely ruined!! jungkook just has to cram thinking of a recipe to put in your lunchbox by tomorrow and jin is his tried and tested saving grace

technically, jungkook already saw you this morning because of the whole taehyung in a cast thing, but he feels as if that the take-outs from the cafeteria aren't gonna cut it

he still needs to step up his game of course :D

so that's why jungkook forcibly enlisted jimin's help to make fish and chips for dinner and put them in two lunchboxes

one for you and one for yoongi!! he didn't skimp on the fish nor the chips and made sure they're still toasty and in peak-flavor when he delivers it to your dorm

is he intruding? is this a bad time? he didn't exactly know how to process when yoongi told him that he wouldn't stop him from making it up to you

he just iSN'T sure if delivering homemade lunchboxes at 7 in the evening to your dorm is optimal

oh good!! the door's opening :D

"good evening!! i uhm-"

... what

.......... WHAT

what the fuck is going on

seokjin is suprised to see that the guy at the door isn't from the delivery place he ordered from two minutes ago

... he may be disappointed

but what he is amused about is the way jungkook looks beyond confused and intimidated

jin's in a sleep shirt and some boxers and jungkook doesn't kNOW what to feel about all the variables present that he's trying to connect

"you look like you're hiding a goldfish in your mouth."

seokjin remarks and yawns when a fraction of a minute passes and jungkook's still frozen in his spot, his eyes darting to what the kid's holding

"oh c'mon! one for y/n and one for yoongi? you trying to make it up to him too? and none for me?" jin jives him further, leaning against the doorframe with a sleepy smirk on his lips, "i practically live here, and i gave you the tonkatsu recipe, and i'm the one who doesn't get a lunchbox?"

he eventually saw this coming lmao

jin knew that someway somehow, jungkook would come to know that hE's your close friend throughout the whole time

that he's been the sort of middleman all this time but nah he's on your team of course <3

that all this whining he's done to him has all been in the name of you and seokjin had to sit through ALLLL of that with his fists clenched underneath the table to calm himself down

"oh my god," jungkook's literally WEAK in the knees as it all connects in his mind, the gravity of this scenario kicking down on him

he really iS such a fucking asshole

how did he not hypothesize this????? how wasn't he able to connect you and yoongi and jin as each other's closest friends???

his legs are literally about to give out so that's why seokjin snatches the lunchboxes from his hands

"i am so, so, so sorry mr. kim. i-i really didn't-..."

jin pays him no mind, opening the lunchboxes slightly as he whistles at the sight of fish and chips

meanwhile jungkook is so sO close to crying both in realization and very very slight relief because he knows atleast one of your friends doesn't hate him that much

the door opens wider, the creaking getting both of his and jin's attention

"what's taking you so long? is the-..."

yoongi switches his gaze between the two lunchboxes on jin's hand and jungkook sitting on the floor looking like he's had the shock of his lifetime

wow this is really amusing

this is in fact so amusing that yoongi can't help but to snap a picture for him and jin to laugh at later

"bye, jeon."

yoongi grabs one of the lunchboxes from jin's hand and goes back into the dorm, leaving jungkook alone with mr. student affairs

seokjin chuckles as he outstretches his hand to make jungkook stand up and shoo him off sooner than later so he wouldn't look like a pebble in front of your dorm

he pats him on the back, only having to pull him slightly to get him closer to his ear

"we're still mad at you kid, don't get it twisted. you're lucky i didn't expel you."

jungkook pales at the realization overall, only weakly nodding his head as he attempts to take in everything while trying to look at the bright side

seokjin cheerily closes the door, waving at him who looks so close to passing out from hock

"bye jungkook!!!"

[kikis-writing-world]

Pregnancy Announcement HCs

Drabbles under the cut for how Pedro boys would react to your pregnancy, and how you’d share the news. Trigger/content warnings: Pregnancy (both planned and surprise,) mention of abortions as an option, talk of contraception, smut (including cum play, cock warming,) mentions of PTSD and past drug addiction, mentions of dead former partners, blood, periods, doctors/obgyns, single parent/father not wanting to actively participate. If I missed anything, please let me know! Lack of editing as usual... 

Pics are for inspiration, not always an exact replica. All take place in a sort of modern AU where there might be a social media to post pictures to.

Dave York

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Dave already has a family and he made it very clear that he wasn’t leaving them for you. When you found out, you were terrified he would demand you terminate the pregnancy - heck, you considered it briefly yourself. You thought long and hard about your options even before telling Dave.

His first reaction was about as bad as it could get: he said nothing, got up and left. He returned a few hours later when you had already cried yourself hoarse. He held you in his arms as he spoke clearly and carefully. He asked if you wanted to keep the baby, and when he said yes he almost seemed torn. You don’t know if it was wishful thinking that he was excited to have another child, but you swore you saw a sparkle in his eye… of course, it wasn’t that simple.

He told you it wouldn’t be easy for you since he would never be with you like that - you were just the nanny he was fucking. If you wanted to go it alone, he would help financially and support you as much as he could, but he couldn’t claim the baby as his and risk losing his daughters.

You were going to have to go the single mother route, and if anyone asked you’d have to either say it was a fling or the father wasn’t interested in being in the picture.

Din Djarin

In all honesty, you were surprised it didn’t happen sooner. Din loved to cum inside of you. He’d lay with you, his softening cock still inside you to make sure nothing slipped out. When he finally did, he’d watch with amazement as your body twitched as it adjusted to emptiness. Gently, he’d push any dripping cum back into your fluttering hole. His deep, gruff voice was laced with exhaustion and lust as he would talk about filling your pretty pussy, not wasting a drop…

When you started getting ill, you at first thought it was just a passing bug. It was inevitable with all the travel that you would fall under the weather. Two weeks into the churning stomach, you realized you missed a period. 

When you brought it up to Din, he changed all travel plans - the bounties could wait, he had to get you to the nearest clinic ASAP. The test coming back positive had him glowing with pride. It was hard to convince him to wait until further along to announce the pregnancy, knowing anything could happen in these early stages. As soon as you gave him the all-clear, he did everything but shout it from the rooftops. By the time the picture was posted -your headgear, his helmet, and a tiny helmet between - everyone already knew anyway.

Ezra

It was a surprise, but not a shock. You and Ezra, although you tried to be safe, definitely had a habit of being caught up in the moment and forgetting certain precautions. A walk through the forest that led to a beautiful field of flowers, a picnic on a moonlit beach - there were times Ezra was so overwhelmed by your beauty and the beauty around him that he just got swept up. It was hard not to get swept up with him.

He was ecstatic when you told him you thought you might be pregnant. He could hardly wait for you to take a test. His knee bounced anxiously as you waited the 2 minutes, holding your hand tightly in his. The positive result brought tears to his eyes as he embraced you close but gently, already scared of hurting the baby. He saw it as nothing less than a blessing. He dropped to his knees as soon as he let you go, already talking to the bundle of cells, calling them his little shining star. The nickname sticks throughout the pregnancy, leading to a beautiful space-themed nursery and all events leading up to the birth, including the announcement.

Frankie Morales

You’re absolutely terrified to tell Frankie. You knew he wanted to be a father, but the two of you had talked so much about the fears you shared about being parents. Mental health, substance abuse, financial stability - it made the concept of “starting a family” overwhelming.

Your stomach rolled the whole time you waited for him to get home from work, little plastic test taunting you from the table. What if it set him off? He’d been sober for years, but you knew every day was a new battle. You were so consumed by your own thoughts, playing out how he might react in your head, that you didn’t even hear him come in.

“Are you…” He half-asked the question, eyes darting between you and the test. You couldn’t find your voice, only nod. The facial change in him was immediate: broad smile and wonder in his eyes as he laughed, scooping you into his arms. You clung to him just as tightly as he started laughing, too much joy coursing through him. As he started crying “holy shit, I’m going to be a papa,” how could you have possibly doubted he’d be anything but ecstatic?

You each tell your closest friends and your families, but you manage to keep it under wraps for the first months until posting your announcement and shocking everyone. Toes in the sand at the beach of your favorite camping spot, imagining the sandcastles and other games you’d be playing in the near future - it was everything you could ever want.

Jack Daniels

The two of you were religiously careful. You had talked about a family, but had agreed that until Jack was ready - which may or may not happen - you were going to prevent it. But life finds a way…

You find out much later than you would have liked - nearly 3 months in, you missed the whole first trimester. Looking back, there were obvious signs of pregnancy but you just didn’t think it was possible. You and Jack find out together at a doctor’s appointment. You leave the office shell shocked with a stack of pamphlets to consider your options and an appointment for next week. When you get home, Jack doesn’t even talk about it. You try to bring it up a few hours later, but he ignores you.

Finally, 3 days later, you can’t take it anymore. You feel like you’re in this completely alone at this point as you yell at him “ignoring it won’t make it go away!” Jack breaks down and tells you he’s so damn scared. He cries in a way you’ve never seen him cry, talking about how he wants a family with you but he can’t go through that kind of loss a second time. It nearly killed him the first time and he wouldn’t be able to handle it again. You talk long into the night about all of it - both of your fears, worries, dreams, thoughts - nothing is off limits as you talk about all the possibilities lying in front of you. Even through the fear and trauma, one thing is clear: you both want this.

It’s not easy, but your doctor helps relieve some worries. She speaks frankly to you about the development of the baby along the way and suggests a therapist that might be able to help, as well as classes you can take on parenting. It doesn’t take long for the worried “what ifs” to be paired with excited “whens.”

Javier Peña

When Javier Peña walked into your small town police station, you thought you were dreaming. Sent to help with a case that your rural forces didn’t have the experience to handle, he was only supposed to be in town as long as the case took. You never imagined you, just a lowly admin, would catch his eye.

It didn’t take long for you to tumble into the bed of his hotel room. And your bed at home. And your car. And his truck. And just about any possible surface in between. What you thought was a one night stand turned to three, then four, and soon into a full fledged fling. You knew the expiry date hanging above your heads, so you kept your feelings for the charming (if a little gruff around the edges) agent locked deep away. The case took about two months, and then he was gone just as suddenly as he arrived.

A month after his departure, when you found out you were pregnant, you didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t even left you his number, so you were sure he had no plans to see you ever again. Should you track him down and let him know, or just carry on with this on your own? You spent night after night talking to the growing baby, asking what you should do.

Javier ended up answering the question for you, when he unexpectedly walked into the station once more. He asked to speak with you privately before admitting he had missed you. He told you about trying to forget you, only to spend most of his evenings telling his father about you. Eventually you cut him off with a kiss, telling him you’re glad he came back. You take his hand, placing it on your stomach when you tell him you had been thinking about him too.

Javi helps you secure a transfer to Laredo and even though you technically have your own place, you’re spending practically every night with him anyway. If anyone wondered why the move, well the recognizable mustache on your announcement answered their questions.

Marcus Moreno

Marcus doesn’t believe you the first time you tell him “I think I’m pregnant.” He remembers his wife’s pregnancy with Missy, and you haven’t shown any of those signs. You roll your eyes and tell him that every woman and every pregnancy is different, but he still doesn't believe you. It isn’t until he’s staring down at three tests, all positive, that it clicks in his head he’s having a second child.

He’s excited, but he admits he’s scared. He’s older now, what if he can’t keep up with a baby? More than that, he’s worried about Missy.

You both know you don’t want Missy to feel left out or replaced by a new sibling. The two of you have a good relationship, but of course there were speed bumps to get there. She understood you weren’t trying to replace her mother. Would she be as understanding, knowing that you weren’t trying to replace her?

You and Marcus sit her down and tell her together. Before you can even start on your planned spiel about how the family is growing and no one is getting replaced, she is talking a mile a minute about having a little sister. You and Marcus share a relieved breath and lock eyes before you have to remind her that it might be a little brother. This seems to dampen her mood a little bit, but overall she’s still excited… even if she is adamant she isn’t touching any stinky diapers.

Another way you make sure to include her, is how you announce it to your friends and family. You’re sure, with Marcus’ status, it will get out to the public eventually, but you start by sending close friends and family a picture of Missy wearing a shirt calling her a “Big Sister.” She loves the photoshoot, making all kinds of faces as you snap away on your phone. Happy, sad, pouting, crazy… they all go in the baby book.

Marcus Pike

It was only a few months after your wedding that you and Marcus were ready to start a family. You didn’t “start trying” as much as you “stopped preventing.” There were a few false starts when your period would be late or the time you caught the stomach flu, but a few weeks short of your first wedding anniversary, you were pregnant.

Marcus spent many nights laying next to you in bed, hand on your stomach as he just stared at you - to the point where you actually started to get annoyed by it. He was amazed at your body changing, at the growing child inside of you, that he was finally getting the “happy ever after” he’d been looking for all his life.

The announcement was hilarious to shoot. Marcus and you were covered in paint splotches, laughing with love shining in your eyes. You held a palette Marcus knelt in front of you with a paintbrush, painting “Masterpiece coming soon” on your stomach where the bump had just started showing with the right angle.

Max Phillips

Max knew before you did, even if he didn’t put it all together. He started complaining that you tasted different, smelled different. Not just your blood, but as he spent hours trapped between your thighs. His keen senses had him identifying a change, but neither of you knew what change it was. After all, as far as you knew, a vampire couldn’t get a human pregnant.

Max whined when your period was late - he loved your time of the month. “Best of both worlds” he would say as he feasted on you for as long as you could stand it. It had happened before, your period being late due to stress or illness, but this time it wasn’t just a day or two. A few weeks later nothing had happened. A quick trip to your gynecologist confirmed it.

“I thought you said there was no way you could be pregnant,” she teased as she showed you the results.

Max was shocked, scared, and then proud as a pig in shit. He was terrified to be a father, but he hid that behind a swagger and a “yeah, I knocked her up. Not even death can stop these swimmers.”

Even if you did try to hide it for much longer, the vampires he worked with could smell the change in you too. Put together with Max’s protectiveness over you being ramped up even more than it had been… it was easy to figure out.

You took the picture as a joke - it was supposed to be a compromise that if you took this photo, he’d take the cheesy ones you wanted - but damn if it wasn’t your favorite of the bunch.

Maxwell Lord

You know that Maxwell had a bad history with family. First his parents weren’t as supportive as they could have been, and then his ex-wife had all but used Alistair against him anytime she could. You knew he may be nervous when you shared the news, but you didn’t expect him to turn into Maxwell Lord, television personality instead of your Max.

The first question out of his mouth was “is it mine?” Which broke your heart and set a fire in your gut. You threw anything you could get your hands on at him screaming at him for accusing you of cheating on him. You had just started to calm down when he mentioned lawyers and set you off again. You knew his past, but you truly thought he loved you and that you were his future.

You left, booking yourself in at a hotel. You didn’t leave the room - not only had you not packed anything and knew the paparazzi would devour a picture of you looking so disheveled, but you just couldn’t find it in you to go anywhere. You stayed in the room, ordering room service, watching TV, and crying. In a fit of rage, you had thrown the bottles from the mini bar across the room, needing to channel your anger and knowing you couldn’t drink your sorrows away anyway. 

He showed up a few days later, having followed the credit card charges to the hotel, looking remorseful. He apologized for the way he reacted, and you heard him out despite still being upset. There was a long talk in which you reminded him that you’re not his ex or his mother. You’re not trying to screw him over or get anything from him by having his child. It takes him a long time and a lot of groveling for you to truly forgive him, but you go back home that night.

A few months later, as the two of you take a picture on his yacht, both of your hands holding your growing bump, you can hardly tell the fight had happened at all.

Oberyn Martell and Ellaria Sand

Ellaria noticed before you did. A mother herself, she picked up on the glow in your skin, the change in your body, and the complaining about aches in your back or your breasts. When she pulled you aside and suggested you were pregnant, all you could do was blink. The three of you didn’t use protection with each other, only when others were invited into your bed. You’d never gone out of your way to prevent pregnancy, so while it shouldn’t have been shocking, it still caught you off guard. Ellaria brought you to her doctor, sitting with you while you found out for sure.

You were nothing but excited to share your news with Oberyn. You knew how he felt about you, about love and passion, about the children he already had. You had no doubt that he would love your child just as much as the rest of his daughters. The night you told him was spent making love while he waxed poetic about you, your body, your child... If you hadn’t already been pregnant, you’re sure you would have been at the end of the night.

With sand snakes spread across Dorne, you struggled for a way to tell them all. Sending letters didn’t seem to do the moment justice. This may be Oberyn’s 9th child, but it was your first and you wanted an extravagant way to share the news. 

Ellaria helped you to plan gathering all the children together. It wasn’t easy, but a month and a half after finding out, you had the whole, huge family together. You posed them all for a picture with you, Oberyn and Ellaria front and centre. You were handed a sign to hold for the picture - supposedly showing the family crest. However as soon as the picture was taken, you turned to show them.

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[nicknellie]

Anonymous requested: Can I request a one bed trope for willex?

Oh, you absolutely can request that! I’m a sucker for this trope and I think this is my second time ever writing it (first for this fandom) so this was a lot of fun to get into. Thank you for the request, anon!

Champagne and Roses

Alex was never trusting Luke to book a hotel again. There was a reason Flynn handled admin for the band despite not being in it, and that reason was that all the actual bandmates were useless at it. Still, Luke had found a hotel that he had described as “super insane, like bro, it’ll be awesome, I promise” and had insisted on being the one to book it so nobody had the surprise of what was so good about it ruined for them. But it looked like Alex was set to reap the consequences.

Technically, Julie and the Phantoms were on tour, but what they were really using the opportunity for was something more akin to a road trip with just their nearest and dearest. Alex, Luke, Julie, and Reggie were there to attend their shows and meet-and-greets, Flynn had come along as their manager, but Carrie and Willie were also tagging along for the fun of it. So far they had stopped off at six different venues around North America, and they were on their way to the seventh, namely the hotel Luke was so pumped about.

He hadn’t stopped talking about it since they’d got in the tour bus the previous night, and it was starting to drive Alex a little insane. He was sat on one of the bus’s plush sofas with a cushion clamped over his ears as he tried to drown Luke’s voice out, but it wasn’t working all too well. Sat next to him, Willie was clearly trying not to laugh at him.

“I know I said I wouldn’t tell you guys anything about the hotel,” Luke was saying, the biggest grin plastered across his face, “but just wait until you see the pool. It’s gigantic, and there’s like a thousand slides. And Reggie, bro, you’re gonna love the breakfast buffet they set out, from the photos on their website it looks like they’ve got literally everything.”

“It sounds expensive,” Flynn called from the front seat, sat between Julie (who was taking her turn at driving the bus) and Carrie, who was somehow managing to paint her nails immaculately in a moving vehicle on the highway. “If you’ve blown the band’s budget on a hotel, Luke Patterson, I’m going to hop back there and murder you.”

“It wasn’t that expensive,” Luke said, looking sheepish. Still, Flynn’s threat shut him up a little – Alex decided it was probably better not to ask how much Luke had spent on the booking. “Besides, I saved money by booking shared rooms instead of individual ones.”

That grabbed Alex’s attention. If ever they were away as a band they shared rooms – Alex would buddy up with Luke and Reggie, and Julie and Flynn would be together – but this time there were two extra people in the mix, and Alex didn’t really see how it would work having Willie and Carrie share a room when they hardly spoke to each other outside of this kind of setting.

“Who’s with who?” Alex asked, removing the cushion from his ears and setting it down next to him. A moment later, Willie reached across Alex’s midriff, plucked the pillow from the sofa, and put it behind his own head, laying back comfortably. Alex’s pretended that he wasn’t blushing profusely at the brief touch.

“Well, we can probably change it if we want to once we get there, but I’m with Julie, Flynn and Carrie are together, Reggie’s got a room to himself, and you’re with Willie.”

Alex had no idea how to react. The moment Luke had spoken, his mind had imploded. At every other hotel they’d stayed at so far, everyone had got their own room, purely to give themselves some alone time because they were spending every minute of every day together on the tour and it could get a little suffocating. To go from that to sharing a room with Willie of all people?

Luke had to have known what he was doing. He knew how Alex felt about Willie, so this plan had to have been formed in the deep dark corner of his brain that was designated for doomed matchmaking. It wasn’t like Alex had never shared a room with Willie before, but they had always chosen to, it had never been forced upon them like this. He couldn’t help but wonder what Willie made of it, if his heart was hammering the same way Alex’s was, if the thought of sharing a room made him giddy and nauseous all at the same time too.

He cast a quick, careful glance in Willie’s direction, only to see that his expression had remained completely unchanged, which was unhelpful. Complete neutrality could mean anything. Still, Alex supposed it was better than Willie looking annoyed or disgusted or downright angry at the thought of sharing a room together.

This was silly, Alex told himself. He had shared a room with Willie before, they’d had the occasional sleepover and it had always been lovely. There was no reason that this time should be any different. He tried to calm himself, school his features into something resembling nonchalance.

“Alex,” Reggie said, sounding concerned, “are you feeling travel-sick again? You look like you’re about to vomit all over Willie.”

Apparently nonchalance hadn’t worked.

Alex seized the opportunity. “A little bit of fresh air might be nice,” he said.

Julie pulled over a minute or so later and Alex hopped out of the tour bus. They had pulled off the highway a while back and were now on a much smaller road lined with tall hedges and completely deserted except for their bus. Alex let a gentle wind wash over his flushed face, closed his eyes, and let himself calm down a bit.

It would be fine.

“Hey,” came a voice behind him, startling him. Alex jumped and looked to see Willie stood beside him, his hair blowing elegantly behind him. Not for the first time, Alex wondered how he managed to look like an angel constantly. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Alex replied, trying to smile. “The roads were getting a little twisty. I’ll just take a minute to cool off. I’m fine, though.”

He leaned back against the cool metal of the tour bus and felt Willie do the same. He could feel Willie’s side pressed against his and his heart starting beating faster at the slight contact. Their fingers brushed gently together and Alex felt a smile tugging at his lips.

“If you don’t want to share a room with me, that’s fine,” Willie said. He rushed the words out as if he didn’t really want to say them, avoiding eye contact until he’d finished speaking. Then he turned to look at Alex – Alex was bad at reading expressions at the best of times, and all he could make out of Willie’s right then was something close to nervousness. He just couldn’t pinpoint why.

“No,” he assured Willie quickly, “I don’t mind. I do. I do want to share with you, I mean. It’s cool. We’re cool.”

“You sure?” Willie asked, sounding unconvinced. “Because the moment Luke mentioned it you freaked.”

Alex felt himself blush faintly. “No, I told you, it was just the roads getting too twisty. I’m not worried about sharing with you, if that’s what you think.”

“So we’re okay?”

“Of course.”

“Great,” Willie said. He beamed, and Alex couldn’t help but smile back. It was impossible not to smile when Willie did. “I’m going to head back onto the bus. Take as long as you need – I don’t think any of us want to clean up after you again.”

“That was one time and it was four years ago,” Alex protested, though he couldn’t help but smile at Willie’s teasing. At that, any nerves he’d had were gone; how could he be worried about being with Willie when doing just that was so easy? “I’ll come back in a minute.”

As Willie disappeared back onto the bus, Alex closed his eyes and leaned his head back again. His panic was replaced with butterflies in his stomach, silly with excitement at the thought of what the night might hold. Not much, he reminded himself, it was just sharing a room with a friend. Still, he suddenly couldn’t wait.

To Luke’s credit, the hotel was amazing. They arrived there in the late afternoon, checked in, and had their luggage taken up to their rooms for them, leaving them free to explore the hotel. The pool looked bigger than the actual building, with six different slides, people zooming out of them gleefully every few moments. They found the restaurant, which was currently preparing for dinner, and the smells wafting from the kitchen were to die for. There were bikes to hire (Julie suggested a group bike ride which led to mixed responses from the others, ranging from Reggie’s immediate enthusiasm to Carrie stating monotonously that she’d rather do literally anything else), an enormous duck pond nearby, and a small cinema which that night was showing some generic action film Alex had never heard of. Overall, Luke had really outdone himself with the booking.

They busied themselves for the rest of the evening, splashing about in the pool (or, in the case of Alex, Willie, and Carrie, relaxing by the side of the pool on the sun-loungers) and spending far too long in the mini arcade that Reggie had stumbled across. Luke hadn’t been wrong about the food either – the staff set out an enormous buffet that had every food Alex could think of. Alex tried to stick to a regular meal because mixing so many different foods felt strange, but Luke’s plate was piled with pizza, curry, and a slab of chocolate cake.

The evening had been so hectic and jam-packed that by the time Alex and Willie bade farewell to the others, he had almost forgotten all his whirring thoughts surrounding the shared room. But by then he was too full and tired to be too bothered anyway. It was just sharing a room with Willie – what could go wrong?

Willie pushed open the door to room seventy-three and entered ahead of Alex, flicking the lights on as he went. Alex was exhausted and his vision slightly blurred as his eyes kept closing, but he could still make out that this room was nothing short of luxurious. There were chocolates on the pillow, complementary tea and biscuits, a bottle of champagne cooling in a bucket of ice, a vase of roses, a flat-screen TV so big it looked as if it would fall off the wall, and a gorgeous king-size bed with rich red satin sheets.

It took Alex far too long to realise that there was something a little off.

He looked around again. Chocolate pillows, tea, biscuits – that was fine, that was normal. Flat-screen TV – expensive, but every hotel room he’d ever stayed at had a television. But champagne, roses, only one bed… Alex felt the pieces click in his mind.

“This is a couples room,” he said.

He was never letting Luke book a hotel ever again.

Willie looked just as bewildered as Alex felt. They had both frozen in the doorway when they saw the room, but now Willie headed in cautiously, picking up the champagne and one rose as if trying to work out whether they were real. He smoothed down the bedsheets, not that they were rumpled, and then turned back to Alex. His expression was infuriatingly neutral and hard to read again.

“Yep,” he agreed, “definitely.”

Alex carefully followed him into the room and looked around. Those old nerves about sharing a room with Willie came back – if they had to share this space then surely it was going to be incredibly awkward. Especially since they weren’t even dating.

“Do you think there’s been some sort of mix-up?” he asked, eyeing the singular bed. It looked invitingly comfortable, and Alex was knackered. He wanted nothing more than to just crawl in and sleep beside Willie as the room was clearly telling them to do. But he couldn’t do that, not if Willie wasn’t comfortable with it, not if there had been a mistake.

“I don’t know,” Willie said, shrugging. “It’s definitely the right room, otherwise the key wouldn’t have worked. I could go and ask at reception if there’s a different room, if you like? With two beds?”

There was something in the way Willie said it that caught Alex’s attention, but he couldn’t identify what it was. But he could see that Willie was watching him carefully, looking for all the world like all he wanted was to make sure the night went well. He thought, Alex realised with a start, that Alex wouldn’t want to share a bed with him. It nearly made Alex laugh, but his nerves stopped him.

He did want to share the bed, but the idea terrified him.

He shrugged, trying to seem indifferent. “If you want. It’s up to you, I don’t mind.”

“You sound like you mind,” Willie countered.

“I don’t.”

They stared at each other for a minute or two, sizing one another up. Alex didn’t want to seem like the idea of sharing a bed with Willie made him uncomfortable, but equally he didn’t want to seem too eager. He wasn’t sure what the middle ground was – indifference maybe? But if he seemed like he didn’t care at all then it could look like he simply didn’t feel one way or the other about Willie.

He decided he was reading too much into it, worrying about it too much. So he was the one to break the silence.

“I don’t mind sharing a bed with you, Willie,” he said. “It’s late and I’m exhausted, I could sleep anywhere right now. And I’m sure you don’t really want to go all the way back downstairs just to ask if they have another room. It won’t make any difference. We can share a bed – we’ll be fine.”

Willie blinked, seeming surprised, but then he smiled lightly. Alex felt his heart flutter despite his exhaustion – it was incredible how Willie could have that effect on him no matter what.

“Okay, hotdog,” Willie agreed, nodding resolutely. Just with the use of the nickname, any tension in the room dissipated. Suddenly they were just two guys about to share a bed and it was completely fine. “You’re right. Let’s get some sleep.”

They took turns getting ready for bed in the bathroom (which was far bigger than a bathroom had any business being, Alex thought) and eventually settled down into the bed, side by side, plenty of room between the two of them. Though the day had been hot, the night had turned cold, and the satin sheets were doing very little to keep them warm. Alex burrowed further into the covers, pulling them up to his chin and trying to settle himself. He was still a little nervous, it would have been impossible to be completely chilled out about the whole situation, but he was too tired to really notice.

There was total silence for a few minutes before Willie quietly said, “You talk in your sleep sometimes.”

Alex turned to his right to face him. Willie was laying on his side, facing Alex, one hand under his head on the pillow and the other hidden by the duvet. The top he wore was oversized and revealed most of his collarbone, his hair was mussed as it spilled out over the pillow, and he had the sweetest little smile on his tired face. Alex, heart hammering, mirrored his position without realising he was doing it, but he did register that his movement brought them much closer together.

“Do I?” he asked, voice low and hushed.

Willie giggled gently, nodding. “Yeah. I’ve heard you on some of our sleepovers.”

“What do I say?”

“Nonsense, mainly,” Willie told him. “But sometimes you talk about the band, that’s always sweet. It’s a change from you calling Luke and Reggie annoying so often. And it’s nice to know you love them really.”

Alex grinned. “Of course I love them. They’re my brothers and Julie’s my sister. Although I am still annoyed at Luke for this whole thing.”

Willie’s expression changed abruptly, from amused to… what was that? Hurt? Had Alex said something wrong without realising it? Oh god, had he just changed the tone of the situation back to awkward?

“I thought you were okay with this,” Willie said. His voice was a different kind of quiet. Small now in a way it hadn’t been before.

“I am,” Alex said quickly. “I’m more than okay with this.”

“Then why are you still angry at Luke?”

“Because he knows how I–”

He stopped himself abruptly. He knows how I feel about you. That had been what he was about to say. The late hour had loosened his tongue and he had almost ruined everything. He stopped, changed course, started again.

“He knows how I get nervous about this kind of thing. If I’d been sharing a room with him and Reg like normal then there wouldn’t have been this whole problem.”

“Why is sharing with me a problem?” Willie asked, brow furrowed in confusion. “Would you have been like this if we were just sharing a room, not a bed?”

Alex opened his mouth but couldn’t think of anything to reply with that wouldn’t prompt further questions. He couldn’t see this night ending well for him at all. It was barely midnight and already he had offended Willie by saying the wrong thing. How was he meant to carry on from this?

“I wouldn’t have been so worried if there were two beds,” he admitted slowly. Willie deflated, nodded, curled into himself slightly. It broke Alex’s heart. “But it’s not because I don’t want to share a bed with you.”

“Then what is it?” Willie asked pleadingly. “Just tell me, Alex – whatever the reason is, it won’t change anything between us. I won’t hate you or anything like that. Just tell me what’s on your mind.”

Alex couldn’t help wondering from that if Willie had already guessed. And if he had then there was no point in pretending anymore. Perhaps he wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t been so tired, his brain working so slowly, but he made his decision then and didn’t back down.

Willie’s hand had come out from beneath the covers and was now resting in the space between them on the mattress. Alex placed his hand over it and linked their fingers. He heard Willie gasp quietly and didn’t stop to think whether that was a good or bad sign.

“Luke knows how I feel about you,” Alex said. His voice wavered nervously and he couldn’t look Willie in the eye, but he still felt a thrill knowing that he was finally saying this, taking an enormous weight off his shoulders. “He knows that I’ve liked you for as long as I’ve known you. He knows how much this could mean to me, but also how nervous I’d be. I don’t know if you feel the same way, Willie. If this is weird or I’m out of order or anything like that then you can tell me to stop talking. I was just nervous because Luke did this, got me this close, without telling me about it and it threw me off. You threw me off. I’m sorry if I’ve upset you or made you uncomfortable. But that’s what’s on my mind.”

Alex finally took his eyes of his and Willie’s interlinked fingers to look Willie in the eye. Willie’s eyes were sparkling, an incredulous half-smile on his face. Alex took that as a good sign.

“Really?” Willie asked.

Alex swallowed heavily and nodded once. “Really.”

Willie said nothing. He just used their intertwined hands to pull himself closer to Alex and rest his head on his chest. Alex was glad his heart was on the other side of his chest, otherwise Willie would have been able to hear how fast it was beating. Willie had thrown an arm over Alex’s waist, holding him close, so Alex’s wrapped his around Willie’s back. He felt Willie sigh contentedly, and on a burst of confidence he pressed the lightest kiss possible to the top of Willie’s head.

“Does this mean you like me too?” Alex asked. He was fairly certain, but it was always good to double check.

Willie chuckled and Alex felt his heart swell with love. “Yeah. I like you too, hotdog.”

“So the couples room worked out after all, I guess,” he joked.

Willie tilted his head to look up at Alex, looking for all the world like an angel on Earth.

“Definitely,” he agreed. “But I think we finally use this bed for its real purpose and get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, Willie.” Alex reached over and flicked off the little bedside lamp, plunging them into total darkness.

“Goodnight, Alex.”

*

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Another chapter for something familiar! I'm making sure to post this because it's just past midnight here, making it my birthday, and my birthday wish is having people enjoy or cry or angst over these chapters (updating 2 fics!) and maybe also send comments about them maybe

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Paul blocked attacks from the enemy soldiers with both his shield and his own body if it came to it. He was currently near the gates of the kingdom, helping protect them all as they evacuated. Paul knew he technically didn’t need to do that, none of the residents were real, so if they lived or died, it didn’t matter in the long run, but Paul still felt a duty to protect even fake citizens. And either way, getting them out of the kingdom would make it easier for him to find the others.

As Paul continued evacuation, he heard some crackling of electricity behind him as the enemy started to lessen their attacks, which to him could only mean one thing. “Ah! Perfect timing Hoodie! This should make evacuation smoother for all the citizens.”

“Oh is that what you’re caring about right now?” A voice that was definitely not Hoodie spoke, making Paul pause and turn around. Instead of seeing his right hand man and loyal mage, the king was met with the masked face of Xannes along with some dark warriors behind him. “Not sure if you noticed, but this isn’t real, idiot.”

Paul, upon realizing it wasn’t just another figment of his imagination made physical, lit up and sheathed his sword. “Oh thank goodness. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to find you guys. Where’s everyone else?”

“Split up.” Xannes crossed his arms. “No thanks to the mess this city is in.”

“Well then I’m glad you’re the first one I met up with.” Paul spoke, making EX laugh.

“I’m sorry? Since when are you glad about me being around?” He asked Paul, but didn’t give him a chance to answer. “You’ve been at my throat since the start, calling out every little thing I’ve done.”

“That’s not exactly true.” Paul replied, smile falling. “I thought you were another Hels from the beginning.”

Ex huffed at the comment. “Of course I’m hels! I’m the admin of Helscraft. No one else could manage that!”

“Sure they can.” Paul replied. “Especially someone like you. I mean, you don’t have access to the End there, so there’s no worry of-”

Paul stopped as some of the enemy warriors had him up against the kingdom walls, ready to kill him as Xannes’ eyes glowed in anger. “What are you talking about? Voidwalkers need the air of the End to breathe in. Anything else is too thick.”

“That could be supplemented by the Dark, right?” Paul asked, raising an eyebrow. “And the void is a double edged sword. Voidwalkers have more resistances, but for you-”

“Shut up!” Xannes shouted, lightning crackling in his hands, keeping Paul quiet, at least for a little while.

“I’m not planning to tell anyone. I just want to know. Who knows?”

There was a pause from Xannes, his rage subsiding and the warriors lowering their weapons. “Mine and my brother’s parents. Not even Xisuma knows. And that’s not something I even plan to tell him.”

“With everything going on around here, you might not have a choice.” Paul said, gesturing to everything around them.

“Then what about you, hmm? You seem to be doing quite fine for yourself. Is it really just these evil knights that you’re so scared of?”

“They’re called Reficules. They’re Ender based.” Paul corrected, making Xannes quickly step away from them. “One of the first people to join my kingdom was Nancy, who claimed to be a baker. Instead, she was actually a witch, the same one who helped cause the Ars Mage Wars. Hoodie was the one to stop her and run her off before chasing her back to my kingdom, but then she apparently joined the reficules.”

“And you’re scared of her return?”

“I suppose that's what this has to be about. Fighting against another kingdom which has to be whatever place the reficules hail from.”

“Not exactly. This isn’t just your nightmare. Looks like it dragged Phil in as well. You’ve had his kids locked up and been at war with him.”

That shocked Paul. “I mean… I guess that more relates to his biggest fear, but I’m not sure how it would fit for me.” Before he could contemplate what the answer was, a winged figure landed next to the pair, pulling out a pair of daggers, more strapped to their armor. For a moment, based on the previous discussion, Paul thought it was Phil, but then the person removed their helmet. “Wh-is that Grian?”

“Go with that.” The faux Grian spoke, throwing one of the daggers at Paul, which he barely dodged. “Doesn’t matter in the long run, does it?”

“Why the hell is Grian here?!”

“Because the big guy wants me around? Saw what I can do. Same with Nancy and Dad.” Grian explained, which made Paul tense up.

The king grabbed the previously thrown dagger and threw it at the nightmare before turning to Xannes. “I’m sure you still outrank him, get the reficule mages to teleport us away!”

There was a bit of hesitation as Ex comprehended the order before following along to not get killed. A moment later, the two of them were in the rubble of the dungeons, giving them a bit of time to make a plan. “I’m guessing you figured it out?!”

“Unfortunately, yeah.” Paul spoke, barely audible as the sounds of war from inside the castle attempted to drown him out.

“Then what? What’s going on?!” Xannes shouted, slapping Paul to pull him out of the shocked state he was in.

“I trusted Nancy, gave her a place in my kingdom, assisted her when she needed it, only for her to have been trying to destroy it from the start. Grian, Xelqua, whichever… Back when he was in my world, there were a number of murders he was involved in. It was a… no, the first hardcore world.”

“The one that’s a little fucked up and makes it so your soul has trouble getting to another world?”

“The one and the same. And Grian lived there long enough that he would have known. I spent my life helping with that problem, and then suddenly someone in my family was doing the opposite. And now I found out Phil was making things worse in another broken world, which is just as bad.”

“So, these are all people you’ve been betrayed by, or felt betrayed you. Makes sense why it had you fighting Phil’s kingdom.” Xannes spoke, piecing it together, though not bringing up Phil’s side of things. “But Grian, this fake Grian, mentioned someone else. Who’s that?”

“Phil and I are… old. Really old. I said I was working to help with the issues in the hardcore world, but it was really any world. I went over anything I could, so much that the films I created got me a larger filming role.”

“I can tell there’s a but in there somewhere.” Ex spoke up. “What are you leaving out?”

“It caught the attention of some really important people. So much so that one of them ended up using the recording as a sort of default training for people starting out on their own in a world.”

“Seriously? What kind of person is so high up to make that decision, one of the gods?” Xannes mainly meant it as a joke, but looking at Paul, he could tell the man was serious. “Which god?”

“Notch…” Paul replied, making Xannes’ eyes widen in shock. “Yeah, so if I’m right, we need to get back in there and find the others now.” Ex nodded and got the dark mages to teleport them back to the castle, then instructing them to find the others and bring them there as well. But as the two of them were waiting for that, they realized where exactly they showed up. “Oh. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.”

The god looked over from Doc and Tommy to look at the newly appeared people, smiling as his gaze fell on Paul. “Ah, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“What the fuck? Paul knows this fucker too?” Tommy asked, just as Techno and Phil were brought in.

“Indeed I do. And it looks like someone is using my own army against me.” Notch replied, looking over at Xannes before deflecting an attack that came from Techno. “But I suppose gathering everyone together works, I’m sure you’re all battered enough from the fight.”

A moment after the soldiers Ex was commanding returned with Xisuma and Mumbo, more appeared with Wilbur and Grum as well as the false reality versions of Hoodie, Nancy, Grian and Phil, with the latter three keeping a hold of the former three, so they were unable to act.

“Seems you’ve gotten quite a crew set up again.” Notch spoke, ordering more warriors to grab everyone else, including Paul. “I’m surprised. I thought no one would ever associate with you again. Especially not him.” The god paused to look Doc over, hitting his knuckles against Doc’s prosthetic arm. “Hmph, looks like someone was a bit too kind to you.”

“Come on, I know what’s going on here.” Paul spoke up. “I’ve dealt with you, you should be gone. Unless Phil’s still dealing with his issues.”

“Nah.” The real Phil spoke up. “I mean, the kids are sort of captured again, but at least I can see them this time. Is there a chance they’ll die? I mean, yeah, but a lot slimmer than before.”

“Okay, so maybe we need to free them.”

“I mean, we’d still be dealing with Notch.”

“True. Then how about-” Paul was cut off by a punch to the gut. The reficule holding him let go, letting Paul keel over and try to catch his lost breath. “W-Wow… since when d-do you do th-things physically?”

“Fine, if that won’t get you to listen…” The god trailed off, turning towards the others, starting by grabbing Tommy. “I guess others will have to pay for your mistakes.”

“Tommy no!” Phil shouted, attempting to escape the guards that held him, but to no avail as Nancy briefly loosened her hold on Hoodie to attack the avian with a spell. Fortunately, in her casting, Hoodie was able to pull away just far enough to cast his own spell. Lightning came down from the sky, striking reficule after reficule until everyone was free.

“Yeah, okay. That works.” Doc was the first to say, patting Hoodie on the shoulder, and then everyone drew their weapons at Notch. “So, what’s it going to be now?”

“Honestly, I wish you’d done some basic levels instead of full power there.” Notch said with a laugh, which confused most people, but those who weren’t confused suddenly turned to Hoodie, who cast a more powerful spell, specifically on Paul. Powerful enough it nearly killed him. “Or maybe that was the weak stuff.”

“H-Hoodie?” Paul asked, watching the mage walk up to him, trying to figure out what was going on, but his brain was fried as much as his body was from the previous attack. Fortunately for him, someone else was able to figure it out faster, and more lightning struck, this time hitting Hoodie and coming from Xannes.

“Be clearer next time idiot. You had me thinking you were scared of the people betraying you coming back. Turns out you're just scared of more people betraying you in the first place.”

There was quiet, everyone shocked by the suddenness of everything that had happened. Notch tried to move, only to get his hand stomped on by Xannes, who rolled his eyes. “So, anything to say for yourself?”

Paul thought it over, trying to get his brain to fit everything he heard together, and when it finally clicked, he slumped a bit before saying, “Oh.”

“There we go. Now we’ve been stuck here for so long. I swear Phil if you’re still-” and before he could say more, they moved on to the next false reality.

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Grian Flora and Astrid all armed themselves when there was a knock on the door, ready for whoever was there, assuming that it was Toob or Silski, or maybe even someone who was associated with them. Flora, Only needing one hand for her axe, used her other to cover Jane’s mouth, using the fact that her hand was really more of a paw to effectively muffle the kid’s attempts at letting their visitor know she was there.

With her busy, Astrid went over to the door, carefully opening it just a bit to see who was there, stepping out to see what the visitor wanted, before coming back in a few minutes later, being followed by Grifter and causing the other teens to put away their weapons. “Well, it looks like you guys have been keeping busy.”

“Oh thank fuck, I thought you were here to try and take Jane back.” Flora said with a sigh, causing Grifter to giggle.

“Oh no, you look like you’re having fun with her. Just make sure she doesn’t get attached unless you actually want to keep her around.”

“Ew, no.” Flora replied, glancing at the kid. “This is just to mess with the posture duo and let Grian have some fun.”

Grifter nodded while Grian looked confused a bit by the duo name. “Well speaking of letting Grian have fun, I know he wants to know a bit more about using his magic, and who better to do that than me?”

At that, Grian perked up. “Really? Wait do you mean like right now, ooor?”

“Yes I mean right now. There’s a lot to cover. We got a boost of knowledge when moving worlds after highschool. I mean, we spent months in a world like this before actually getting magic, so instead of square one, you’re on like, square negative twelve.”

“Yeah sounds about right.” Flora nodded in agreement. “Astrid picked up quick cause of how Nightmare fucked shit up with magic all the time.”

“Exactly. Well I’ve picked out a world that should help with training. Lots of magic stuff happened there so it’ll make some things easier, including something that isn’t exactly magic. So if he wants to come along, that would be great, though I don’t know… if you’re busy…”

Immediately, Grian jumped up. “No! That sounds great. You two will be fine, right?”

Flora immediately agreed, and while Astrid hesitated, she eventually gave a little thumbs up.

“Then it’s decided!” And before anyone could say anymore, Grifter grabbed Grian and in a swirl of magic, they were suddenly in a different world.

Grian took a moment to recover from the sudden form of transportation before looking around at where exactly they were. “So where exactly are we?” They seemed to be in the middle of an ocean, the only land mass being a small island with lava flowing down its side. There were three buildings all connected on the path he spawned on and he had a double take upon seeing a wall of TNT standing behind one of the buildings. “Are we training here?”

Grifter looked around proudly before facing Grian again. “Not here specifically, this is just where you show up the first time you join the world. We’re going to go through the nether to get to the actual place we’re training.”

Grian nodded, but then his eye was caught by a sign. Grifter stepped out of the way, letting Grian read over the signs and ask a question. “Who… Who’s Cub?”

Grifter sighed. “Okay, so I may have fibbed a little about this world. Yeah, it’s got extra magic and everything, but it’s not exactly just us two here. A bunch of players settled here and set up shop. They’re extremely far out at this point because they needed to get further due to ‘resource limitations’, but we shouldn’t be going that far out in the first place. I’m pretty sure they use stuff like those books to try and lure in anyone that visits into the mess they’ve created.”

Grian listened to what his future self said as he flipped through the book. It greeted whoever read it to the world, which was apparently called Hermitcraft, giving coordinates to all sorts of places, which definitely fit what Grifter said about the place being a trap. “Okay, and you said we’re going through the nether? What’s that?”

Grifter gestured to the cyan building next to them. “There’s a portal in there. That’s going to take us there. Should be less sudden than getting here in the first place.”

Nodding, Grian went towards the building and into the purple portal housed within it. For a few moments, purple magic swirled around him, then he was spat back out in a different place. The place was mostly colored green and sandy yellow as well as being decorated with rainbow glass. On the glass was another sign with two arrows, one pointing to a golf course to the right and a hub on the left. Recognizing the book mentioned a golf course in it, Grian was pretty sure the hub was the better option, but he looked at Grifter to have it confirmed.

“Hub’s this way. I’ll help you get there.” And Grifter pulled onto a long stip of ice just behind the colored glass. “Skating along here is quickest, but I guess we’re sliding!” And then he stretched his wings out before flapping them with enough force to start he and Grian sliding towards the hub.

Grian looked around the main area, nearly falling into a large hole in the middle of the room before Grifter grabbed his sweater and pulled him back. “Careful. We’re going down there but I don't think you want to get there by falling.”

True enough, looking down into the hole, meters and meters below them was the next level, more of the purple portals scattered all around. “Why are there so many of those?”

“I said this place has a lot of magic. Not everyone’s an avian obviously, so the people who lived here realised that every ten or so meters in the normal world was only one here. So it was what they used instead of teleportation or whatever. And since you can’t fly, we’re using it too.”

“Right.” Grian agreed before Grifter grabbed him and then jumped into the hole, falling for a few meters before letting his wings out to catch the foggy air and glide the rest of the way down, right next to a barrel.

“They used these most of the time.” Grifter spoke, seemingly out of context, but then showing a bottle with some sort of glowing liquid in it. “Lets them temporarily glide down or whatever so the fall doesn’t kill them. But shit like that doesn’t always agree with us.”

Grian looked around, seeing the floor built to look like a giant map of the world, or maybe just the continent. The portals were scattered all over the place, just about every one of them adorned with a banner. “What’s with the banners?”

“Tells you what’s on the other side. I’m normally flying around and don’t use this place, so off the top of my head, I’m not sure what’s on the other sides. I want to say that over there is some sort of shopping mall place.” Grifter pointed to a portal labeled with a lime green banner with a weird c in normal green that had two lines of the same color striking through it vertically.

“Uh, is this map accurate?” Grian asked, realizing that the place probably would take up an entire city if it was what with the ‘shopping area’ having five portals labelling it all.

“Yeah pretty much. That’s why the residents have moved so far out. Looking for more space because they used it all on shit like this.”

Grian nodded, looking around. “So I can just choose any portal?”

“Yep! None of this should go far enough to run into the people left here. They all moved extremely far East.”

With that confirmation, Grian started looking at the portals. A number caught his eye a bit, like one that at a glance didn’t seem like it was labeled, causing him to move closer to see the banners were in the inner lining of the portal, but eventually Grian settled on a black banner with a large white dot in the middle with purple and red decorations to either side of it.

A moment later, he and Grifter stepped through the portal and the next sight that greeted Grian’s eyes was a giant blue crystal floating in a stone ring off in the distance. The place looked like some sort of old overgrown jungle, but there seemed to be some oriental based architecture built nearby. “I’m guessing that’s a giant magic crystal.”

“Hmm, you might be right.” Grifter joked, before getting serious. “Perfect place for magic training, but we’re not going to be doing that.”

Stunned, Grian quickly turned to look at Grifter. “What do you mean? Why come here if we’re not learning magic?”

Grifter cast a small spell that made a few sparks appear. “For someone highly trained, basic spells like this are easy. You on the other hand are highly inexperienced. Trying to learn to cast a spell like this will be a mess. You’ll drain what reserves you can safely use in trying to cast it.”

“S-Safely use?” Grian asked, a little worried about what that meant.

“You ever hear about stories where someone will see some higher being and it looks like a normal person, but it’s got some sort of true form that’s incomprehensible or something?” Grifter asked, waiting until Grian nodded. “Well that’s the same with Listeners. Sort of. In the long run, whether you want it or not, your wings are coming out. So with trying to do magic, they’ll get in the way, of course unless…”

“Unless I get used to having them out and flying again?” Grian pieced together, asking to confirm if he was right.

Grifter nodded. “Exactly. So, I’m going to make sure everything really is safe around here while you work on learning to fly again you little baby bird.”

Grian shooed Grifter off, who giggled as he flew away, leaving the teen alone. Learning to fly. Just like riding a bike. Well, maybe not exactly. And when was the last time he did that either? Well it shouldn’t be that hard, so shifting his wings out for the first time in a few months for him, Grian got ready to relearn how to fly.

[cosmicloved]

IT’S TIME FOR MIN’S OFFICIAL INTRO... a mintro, if you will. KIM MINWOO, KNOWN AS MIN; 25 YEAR OLD POPSTAR, MEMBER OF POP DUO SO:DA. this is a muse i made back in march 2019 (for an rp group that never got off the ground, wherein i was a co-admin) and then reworked for my multimuse later the same year. for the past year or two, he hasn’t had a faceclaim so, although i’ve continued to work on this character in my head/outside of tumblr, i haven’t spoken about him much. this post is a rehash of the original intro i posted when i added him to the multi in 2019 but updated to be more accurate in 2022. please click the read more to learn about min!

FIRST!! I want to be clear that Min is not a K-Pop idol, he’s a popstar. Technically, he started off in the K-Pop industry, is still managed by a Korean company and was trained under that system but to describe him that way is no longer accurate. I don’t remember why I did it this way but that’s how it has been since 2019 and I’m not about to change it now. I know there’s a whole Fictional Idol Community or whatever but Min will be in no way connected to that. I’m happy to write threads set in Korea if need be because he likely travels there a lot but he is based in the US and lives in LA. (i’m also very aware there’s already a k-pop idol called min and i mean no disrespect to her or miss at all. however, idols CAN share names and minwoo is a fictional man anyway.)

BASICS

full name is kim minwoo (김민우 / 金玟雨 / kim min-u) but he goes by MIN, both as a stage name and a nickname. call him either min or minwoo, he doesn’t really care either way. (he’s fed up with people pronouncing the W...it’s silent...) he was born on the 12th June 1996. he’s 25 years old.

min is tomo’s best friend. tomo, having a lifetime of awful hollywood experience on min, was one of the first friends he made after moving to LA and they were both around the same age. they’re very close and i’m very happy to bring min back bc they were supposed to be kind of a package deal for a while.

min isn’t a bad guy and he’s professional. he treats his staff well. basically, he’s not an out-and-out jerk. HOWEVER, there’s definitely...........a glimmer of bastard about him. i actually don’t like writing out a muse’s personality like this bc it feels limiting and i prefer to just let that come out in the writing but i’d probably sum min up as...essentially good but definitely has a bit of an attitude. nobody can tell if he’s a jerk or he just can’t read a room. however, he IS often consciously annoying.

min actually grew up in the UK. born in seoul, moved to a london when he was four and then moved back to seoul when he was thirteen and then to LA when he was nineteen.

he’s the second youngest of four siblings and the only boy. i haven’t named his older sisters but his younger sister is about four years younger than him and her name is nabi (she was the only sibling born in london). his mother is a hairdresser and his father is a teacher.

min is autistic. i, the writer, am also autistic and i wanted to see an annoying popstar boy with autism. this is my wish. i do not want to see any weird ableist bullshit bc i’ve had this issue with autistic muses in the past -_________-  but the idea that all autistic muses have to be sweet and nice and well-behaved is NOT something to which i’d like to subscribe. it’s infantalising and gross. however, i would like to write min as a realistically flawed person without him being painted as a Mean Weirdo.

CAREER

he’s a member of the pop duo, SO:DA. why are they a duo? bc i like duos. moving on. SO:DA debuted in south korea back in 2015 but the company made the decision to move it abroad a year later in an attempt to globalise their output. it’s hard to consider them as a k-pop group as they’ve been based in LA for 5 years now and they release music entirely in english.

the group’s name was originally short for SOL & DAL, taken from the french word for sun (soleil) and the korean word for moon, but they dropped it after the move abroad. min was the member who represented the moon while his partner in the group was the sun. they’ve sort of kept the concept in terms of visuals and all the rest but they mostly don’t speak about it.

he’s a vocalist, maybe an occasional rapper, but his main selling points are his dancing and his looks, the latter being something about which he’s more bitter than he lets on. (he pretends to eat it up but he actually finds it pretty frustrating, a direct contrast to tomo who loves being the designated Pretty Boy so long as it’s not in clean, shiny way; if ur gonna call min pretty a bunch of times, compliment him somewhere else too at least once if u don’t want to end up on his list of enemies. he’s petty.)

i like to thing SO:DA is a group with a good, strong emphasis on dance. i just think dance is cool and interesting so i want my oc to be a good dancer :)  maybe i will make him collab with mio (not a typo, i do mean mio -- i realise her name is close to min’s) someday. for my own amusement.

EXTRA TRIVIA

he’s not great at interviews, despite them being a fairly sizeable part of his job. it’s not that he can’t be funny or charismatic on camera but structured interviews and min don’t really click. he’s become known for giving sort of irrelevant / off-kilter answers to interview questions or for looking at the interviewer / his groupmate instead of the camera / audience. sure, he has kind of an attitude because he likes to act Cool and Famous but he’s also not actually that adept at being a celebrity.

min isn’t allowed to do wild shit in public or else his management will come down on him like a tonne of bricks but he likes the idea of the Bad Boy image so he kinda...mooches off of tomo for the street cred. like they’re genuinely best friends and he’s not using tomo or anything shitty like that but i can’t say that min doesn’t enjoy being seen as trouble by proxy.

he’s not as adventurous as tomo in general but he still likes to tag along with tomo to parties and clubs when he feels like it. there’s never any pressure for him to go if he doesn’t want to, esp because he doesn’t get that much free time, but he likes hanging out with tomo. despite his aloof attitude towards most other people, he also doesn’t mind helping tomo out when he’s drunk because he likes feeling reliable. min’s used to being treated like an irresponsible child or like he’ll smash into pieces if he does something wrong so it’s almost liberating to look out for someone. (that said, it goes both ways -- tomo has definitely punched a guy for bothering min before.)

min got banned from club penguin when he was ten for saying fuck. (more than once bc saying it once only gets you banned for 24hrs.) it was his first experience with resenting authority for enforcing their rules on him 😔  i don’t know why i always include this fact, besides it being one of the first things i ever came up with for min, but i feel like it’s an important reflection of who he is. a deliberate pain in the neck.

he likes to keep this sort of...mysterious, tortured image but his upbringing was actually fairly ordinary. he gets on with his family and loves them a lot. nobody’s dead, there’s no awkward relationships.

he has two siamese cats. they have their own instagram account that’s about 40% run by min and 60% run by his manager when they have nothing better to do (usually after min has spammed them with pictures he’s taken). this has actually resulted in them having to separate their channels of contact by purpose; one messaging service will be used for important stuff, one will be used for casual stuff, one will be used exclusively for social media (cat pics & selfies), so on and so forth.

min’s management is just very controlling and overbearing & he’s totally overworked but hahaha we’re just going to ignore that bc arguing with the people in charge means risking your dream career in music & potentially losing it all, esp bc you skipped out on uni and fucked up a lot of high school just to pursue this job hahaha let’s just internalise that shit and get on with it.

actually drinks too much coca cola. that probably explains the stroppiness, as well as his awful sleeping patterns. i remember early on, i had this whole cherry coke aesthetic for him which is funny because he doesn’t even drink cherry coke. just regular coke. not coke zero. not diet coke. only regular coke. he hates pepsi.

min claims to be a vegetarian. min is not a vegetarian. the backstory there is pretty simple; min’s fussy. he has particular tastes. most kinds of meat, esp red meat, do not fall into his OK Zone. instead of having to suffer through important, fancy meeting dinners with posh steaks and not being allowed to use his fussiness as an excuse, he started claiming he was a vegetarian. people seemed to be more accepting of that. the only trouble is that he’s now widely known as a vegetarian when he doesn’t actually give a shit. the only people who know he’s bullshitting are his friends. he just wants a mcdonald’s double cheeseburger.

min lives on a diet of utter shit. he’s contractually obliged to eat healthily when preparing for promotions so he doesn’t just fuckin collapse on stage from malnutrition. pls eat a vegetable. he doesn’t have any issues with food, just for the record. he would just really prefer to live off snack food because. i don’t know.

[alouispo]

part two :D

“Is that a flying island?” Techno questions aloud, slowing down to a walking pace as he made his way towards the earth in the sky.

“I think it’s pretty obvious that it is Tech,” Phil deadpanned, straightening his hat and following his friend over the hill. 

They both pushed through the leaves and trees, soon enough ending in a much less dense part of a flower forest. Blue eyes scanned the area, shocked at how nice this place looked. Phil remembered seeing something that looked like a flower forest back towards the main area of the SMP, but it didn’t appear as vibrant as it was here. Bits and pieces of that forest were destroyed or wilted away, some parts of it not even having flowers anymore due to them being picked or trampled on. 

Was the SMP so much nicer when you got out this far? 

“Well, Phil, I think anyone would be skeptical of there being a random piece of land in the sky without any warning,” the piglin retorted, pausing to let Phil catch up, who was currently too encaptivated by the landscape to actually pay attention to where he was going. 

Rolling his eyes, Techno grabbed his friend’s sleeve and marched towards the spawn coordinates on his compass, ignoring the protests the older male made at being dragged along. 

Soon enough, the two of them reached the top of the hill. IF Phil was being completely honest, it was not what he was expecting at all. He looked around with shock; there was a bunch of people living here! There were so many different buildings -that were all finished, he noted- and there was a huge lake right in the center of all of them. 

“Hey Tech, can we go down there?” Phil questioned, trying his best not to freak out. This place looked nearly a million times better than the Dream SMP, and it only fueled his excitement. It reminded him of his hardcore world, which was only more welcoming to the bird hybrid. 

“We have to anyways, it seems like spawn coords are right near the center of the lake,” watching as Phil immediately jumped down, chuckling to himself before following right after. 

“Techno this place is great! Look at all the flowers!” the hybrid exclaimed, kneeling down to touch the wildlife that appeared so unnaturally for him. “Have you ever seen flowers like this grow near the SMP? They look like they are practically glowing!” 

“Nope. We also live in the arctic so it wouldn’t make any sense for them to grow there,” Techno replied nonchalantly, stepping over the flowers in order to not step on them. “Now stop gushing over plants Phil, we have to find who runs this place so we can see what’s going on.”

“Oh you’re one to talk Tech-” he was cut off by the sound of wings beating loudly above them, making them both pull out their weapons and look around. 

“Hello!” the pair turned towards the lake, watching as a blur of feathers floated outwards and a man stood before the flowers. 

“Heh?” Techno questioned, staring at the newcomer as Phil dropped his sword. 

“Welcome to the Origins SMP! I am the Crow Father, protector of these lands, and ambassador of The Circle. What are your-” the Crow Father paused, staring right back at Phil as their eyes met. 

The newcomer looked exactly like Phil. Same eyes, same hair, same hat. The only difference was that this man had not been fated to war, one who still had his wings intact. They appeared much brighter in color compared to Phil’s, who had resembled the color of oil but still had all the colors in at the same time. He also adorned a white gown under a familiar-looking robe.

“Phil?” the man in question stared a while longer, grabbing the sword and putting it into his inventory as he stood back near Techno. 

“Are you alright Phil?” the anarchist tried again, placing his hand on his shoulder. 

He nodded,” I’m alright, don’t worry about it.” 

“Well then,” the Crow Father said, brushing himself off as he smiled warily. “I don’t think you are supposed to be here? Am I right?” he asked, a crow of similar color as his wings landed on his hat, tilting its head to the side in at the pair. 

“No, if that wasn’t obvious enough by there being two of you,” Techno remarked, putting a hand on his hip in slight annoyance. 

“Uh, right. So, uh, mind telling me how you got here, mate?” the Croaw father questioned, putting his hands behind his back politely. 

Phil frowned, examining the other. Did he really look like that? It seemed odd to see another version of himself standing right in front of him, behaving almost exactly as he would. He made eye contact with the Crow Father, as he called himself, realizing that he was doing the same thing. 

“Well, we got transported here by the God of our SMP cause we broke one of the rules, and now we are here and have to try and get back before we die or something,” the piglin hybrid stated as if it was just another day of the week. He paused. Actually, it was another day of the week, what was he talking about.

“Oh, well that’s fine mate!” and he smiled, which made him feel strange. Phil hadn’t remembered how to smile like that for such a long time, it looked off on his own face. Which technically, wasn’t even his face at all. 

“I’ll help you in the best way that I can since after all, it is my job.”

“You sure about that? You don’t seem like the type that would be able to help us with what we need,” Phil turned and punched Techno straight in the arm, glaring at the much taller male in playful annoyance. 

“I was just being honest!” the piglin retorted, appearing unfazed by the action. 

“Honesty is what is going to make me kill you one day, you whiny bastard. You’re worse than my Cshat,” he replied, narrowing his eyes and turning back to Crow Father, who was watching with great interest. 

“Well, it still is my job of course, so I can at least try to help you. That’s what the boss appointed me to at least,” the other Phil said, looking up thoughtfully as he tapped his cheek. 

“The boss?” Phil questioned, catching both of their attention. 

“Oh yeah, the boss of this place,” the Crow Father said, sweatdropping as the bird on top of his hat started beating his wings aggressively. 

“Do you think we could speak to him?” Techno asked, looking at Phil and then back at the protector, who appeared to be forcing a smile on his face as the bird pecked at his hat.

The Crow Father paused, jumping slightly when the crow started squawking incoherent words very loudly before flying away. “You little shit!” he shouted at the runaway bird, plucking the stray feathers out of his hair and dropping them to the ground. 

“Sorry about that,” he started, brushing off his gown. “The natural wildlife don’t really like the admin. Not exactly sure why but hey, really nothing we can do about that,” he shrugged. 

“Yeah, uh anyways, can you take us to the admin of this place?” Phil questioned, tapping his foot albeit so impatiently. He didn’t really like the Crow Father, as much as it was another version of himself. 

He was not jealous of his wings, that was not it. Shut. 

“Are you really sure about that?” The Crow Father asks adamantly, looking to his right and back at the pair anxiously. 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?” Techno asked, adjusting the chains keeping his cape on his shoulders. “It’s the best choice we have anyways unless you know a way to go back to a server where you most likely wouldn’t exist?” he added, crossing his arms and glaring. 

“No, no, you’re right,” the other Phil said, resigned. “Come now, follow me, I’ll take you to the pube.” 

“The what?” 

It was not in fact, a pube, it was a pub. Very interesting pronunciation there. 

After climbing up the unnecessarily tall ladder, Phil noticed that on top of the flying island was what the Crow Father had described as the pube. He had said that he was the one that built the place, although he didn’t necessarily own it. Another thing that the Angel thought was strange. 

“Here is the pube, place where the admin resides,” the Crow Father said as he walked inside rather loudly, startling what looked like a full enderman. Phil and Tecno followed behind, eyeing the newcomer warily. 

“Ranboo!” the other Phil called, making the pair look between the two in shock. This was Ranboo? 

“Oh, hey Crow Father! What brings you here…” he trailed off, noticing that there were double of Phil and a really different-looking Technoblade both behind the hero. “Uhh..” 

“These two are from a different server, which is why there are two of me and Techno looks really different,” the Crow Father explained nonchalantly. 

“Oh, that makes sense. Anyways, what brings them here to the pube?” the other Ranboo said, standing up making Phil do a double-take. This version of Ranboo was even taller than their Ranboo, although it may be because this one didn’t have a massive slouch. 

  “They’re here to talk to admin to try and get back to their own server,” he replied, scratching his chin nervously. 

“Oh.” 

The four of them stood in silence as Ranboo looked up towards the ceiling, scratching the top of his head and contemplating something. 

“The boss isn’t busy is he?” the Crow Father asked, his wings twitching subtly. 

“I don’t think he is. Nothing has really been happening with the locals so he’s most likely doing some paperwork,” Ranboo replied cheerily. “I’ll take you guys to him!” he added, going up towards the ladder to the second. 

“Only the regulars are here today, so there won’t be too much problem with you guys talking to the boss today,” he added once they had gotten to the top. 

“Thanks, Ranboo!” the Crow Father said, going to knock on the door. 

“Wait a minute,” Techno said, staring at the sign on top of the door in horror. 

“No way,” Phil added, taking a step back as he paled. 

The sign on the top of the door read the words ‘Innit Incorporated’, carved hastily into the wood in messy handwriting. Techno and Phil looked at each other, dread pooling in the bottom of their stomachs as realization dawned upon them. 

“Sorry bout that, sometimes he’s talking with people so he doesn’t hear much,” the Crow Father said apologetically. 

“Coming, I’m coming!” a very recognizable voice shouted from the inside of the room, making Techno groan as his fears came true. 

In a burst of his above-average glory, a very similar-looking but not quite Tommy opened the door, looking irritated as he overlooked the people in the room. He had a bunch of feathers neatly placed in his hair and much brighter eyes than the Tommy they knew. 

“What?” he asked, annoyance obvious in his tone of voice. 

[irrealisms]

@lepertamar​ replied to your post:

i for one would be extremely curious to hear more details however i don’t want to be a cocktease implying i might get Into It becuz i almost certainly won’t. however i’m extremely curious about how minecraft rping becomes a gigantic fandom with Villains and Storylines and such and i love hearing about medium->narrative stuff, undertale was formative for me lol actually especially how this….l’manburg thing (etc) happened. like what are the medium-specific factors that lead to such arc

YES okay. i will talk about some of my favorite aspects of the medium in a bit but i will start off talking about l’manburg and how it happened

in minecraft it is a.... pretty basic action, to take some land and be like “this is mine now”? what kickstarts the first war, the war for independence, is that wilbur says “not only is this my land, this is an independent nation, we are declaring independence from the server this runs on and we are not ruled by the admin of the server”. now, this is.... kind of an incoherent thing to say, but it’s funny, and at this point they’re still mostly joking around, and it kind of settles into just “this is a group of people who consider themselves/this land an independent nation”, which is--from what i understand it a very normal way to do a factions-based minecraft server? so it definitely... makes sense, lol

but also it makes sense that this transitioned into like. political roleplay. and from there it’s only a hop skip & jump away from, uh.... horrifyingly accurate depictions of abuse? i dunno what to tell you, man. the dsmp is weird.

ANYWAY! things i like about the format and how it makes a story:

- the people on the dream smp are mostly selected for minecraft skill more than acting ability; as a result, they are fuckoff incredibly good at minecraft. dream and techno, two main characters, are also plausibly two of the best minecraft players in the world. when they do impressive things in the story, it is legitimately extremely impressive, and to some degree the characters and story are built around what skills and what level of skill everyone has. you can’t put in a training montage where a character gets good at fighting; the person playing them would actually have to train, and even then they might not get good enough. you can’t just write in the script that a character wins a fight; the person has to actually be able to win an in-game fight, or else you have to figure out something else--maybe they call in allies, or take a hostage, or maybe they lose! there aren’t stunt doubles or word of god; what the characters can do is strictly limited by what the actor can do. this does a bunch of interesting things to the story imo! in a broader sense, who’s good at minecraft very much shapes the characters and their stories to such a degree that i can’t even really give specific examples other than just The Whole Thing, but even in terms of Specific Scripted Events, the world actually existing provides a lot of interesting tension. a good example is pandora’s vault, an in-universe prison with a shitload of security features including sending IRL texts to the guards. there are multiple breakin attempts, and if i was reading a book the tension would be-- fairly different? when you’re reading a book about an Unbreakable Prison, this is kind of an informed attribute? the characters can just.... break in because the author writes them to? but here, it’s a very real and difficult technical challenge! not only that, but it’s almost all streamed live; while there are “bloopers”, especially later on once it’s more heavily scripted, of e.g. a character dying accidentally when they’re not supposed to, overall the kayfabe of it all being genuine is pretty serious and it results in some really cool stuff.

- i mentioned that it’s told via livestreams, right? there are about 30 people on the server, and they’re ~all streamers, which means each character has their own perspective that you can watch the story from. not only that, it’s fairly common for people to only watch the perspective of one or two streamers, which means not only are the characters all working from limited information, it’s fairly common for fans to be limited in the same way as the characters, and “everyone’s the hero of their own story” is true in a way i’ve never seen it be true of other media. is tommy an obnoxious kid who betrayed someone who helped him when no one else would, or is he someone recovering from abuse and reasserting his moral code? depends if you watch his perspective or technoblade’s. as another example, this past sunday, there was a major event where ten different people were all streaming; there were some events with a lot of overlap, but there were also some events with little to no overlap. if you didn’t watch tommy, you didn’t see dream hunt him down and threaten to torture him. if you didn’t watch punz, you didn’t get to learn the major plot twist that he and dream had been working together the whole time. if you didn’t watch technoblade, you didn’t get to find out how the prison break happened. if you didn’t watch sapnap, you don’t know how his conversation with dream went. if you didn’t watch jack manifold, you don’t know niki’s motivations for spawning the withers, or her reservations about breaking dream out. i still don’t know if there was anything important in boomer or hannah’s streams, because i haven’t watched them yet! it creates this really rich world where every character has depth and everyone is working on incomplete information. there are whole arcs you might miss depending on who you watch!

- this is just a little detail but i really like how facecam acting works? when they have conversations with each other, they’re in discord voice calls and can only hear each others’ voices, but their stream can see the video of their face, which means they can reveal their inner thoughts-- wilbur raising his hand and winking at the camera when the voice chat is discussing who the traitor is, tommy crossing his fingers when making a promise to show that he’s lying, in general when people have a face that doesn’t match their words or tone of voice in order to show their true feelings to the audience without revealing it to the other characters. it’s really neat!

- oh also the fourth wall is broken constantly. twitch prime and youtube are competing religions. getting your opponent to say something problematic so that they have to issue an apology is a valid tactic to delay a war. elections are decided using twitter polls. you can streamsnipe or watch VODs to figure out who killed your pet. i love it so much

- there’s a major theme in the dream smp surrounding attachments--to objects, to pets, to other people--and IMO it’s at least somewhat emergent from the fact that they’re in minecraft? Death and torture and so on is something that you can Give narrative weight with roleplay, and especially later on they very much Do, but naturally in minecraft you can Just Respawn when killed, so in terms of what people naturally are going to have strong feelings about, a lot of it is going to be less their own life and more…. The stuff they spent a lot of time working for in-game, whether that be builds or items or whatever. and so a lot of the attachment-centric conflicts--the disc war, the pet wars, even to some degree L’Manberg--are the oldest conflicts, and they’re much more emergent/natural consequences as opposed to being sort of Pretend consequences. a Lot of conflict, before roleplay establishes consequences to death beyond “you might lose your items”, is gonna start with “you took/destroyed this, but actually i genuinely cared about it and worked for it”, because that’s just the nature of the game! and as it becomes more and more serious this becomes a Commentary on attachments and conflict and suffering.

- ACTING/CHARACTERIZATION THROUGH GAME MECHANICS..... my beloved..... this is not actually different than show-not-telling in any other medium really but since it started out not as acting you kind of get used to e.g. “oh they aren’t eating because the person playing forgot to keep an eye on their hunger bar” and then you slowly realize “oh shit they aren’t eating because their character has issues w/ disordered eating”. or whatever. there are lots of examples of this but like. i love itttttt it’s so sexyyyyyy