#🌌 | request accepted !!

[endworld-kins]

hihiii this blog is so beautiful !! could i please request a colour picked pride flag from milky way cookie? :3 i’d love the nonbinary flag !! if you could also do a rainbow flag if possible that would be amazing but no worries if not !!

thank you so much!!!! these flags were a joy to make, i hope you like how they turned out!!

[tavs-kin-korner]

hiya tav!!! nice to see you around!!!

would i be able to get a care kit for a virtual desktop companion? to explain, i was basically kinda like a shimeji (browser extension): i could be moved around to different tabs/windows and interact with elements on various sites, but i also had a main website that people could interact with me on as well!!

i was my design was very (VERY) inspiried by mizuiro fashion, i also resonate with cybercore/webcore/oldweb type stuff in regards to this kin!! so stuff like that would be nice :3 anything cat themes is a plus too!!!

also, anything that feels warm and cozy (as opposed to cold things, like metal) would be cool too!!! kinda like a "i sit in bed on my computer all day" vibe i guess (plushies would be awesome... or cool bags!!! i love bags)

also if youre up for it, maybe some advice for how to connect to this kintype? preferably how to connect mire with the character i was vs the lines of code that made up everything i did (though tech based advice would be cool too!! just not my main focus)

thanks in advance, and i hope things are going well for you!!!

-🌌 anon

oOOH, hOW INTERESTING! i'D LOVE TO DO THIS, tHANK YOU FOR ALL THE INFO! }:D

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[Oooh, how interesting! I'd love to do this, thank you for all the info!]

[leggerefiore]

Since we have villains catching their so touching themselves to their clothes, could we have them touching themselves? With or without so's clothes

cw: 18+ content, masturbation, clothes sniffing,

characters: Lysandre, Cyrus, Volo, Guzma

🔥Lysandre☀️

☕️ He usually tended not fall to such ways of resorting his needs. His preference certainly fell towards having a moment alone with his partner to relieve himself. Yet, a rare situation arose after coming home to an empty apartment. You had left a note detailing that you would be away for a while and not to worry, but Lysandre felt utterly distraught. He, himself, had been away for days, having been stuck between business meetings and whatever else decided to come up. Sighing, he seemed to accept the inevitable. A message to you had been left unread for much too long. Lysandre found himself sitting on the bed, clutching a shirt of yours tightly. A lingering smell settled his mind as he slid away the many layers he wore. His hand found itself grasping his cock. Where had you gone?

☕️ He could only wonder as his hand came to grip his dick. The stress of running both his lab and Team Flare was naturally getting to him. He had planned to relieve it with you, but he supposed that this would work well enough. As he began to pump his hand, he drew together a scene in his mind of you dressed so delicately. Lingerie that he had carefully picked out to just suit your body complimented you every bit as well as he expected. You were laid out on the bed as his hands explored both your skin and the fabric curiously. A groan left him as the erotic image as his hand began to move faster. Your lingering scent on the shirt worsened his yearning. The lingerie would become a mess as he began to thrust into you. Your body was a perfect fit underneath him. His stomach felt tight as his orgasm grew closer and closer.

☕️ But, it never came. Instead, the door of the bedroom opened, and he immediately withdrew his hand in a panic. You stood there with a bag hanging off your arm. It seemed to be forgotten as you stepped into the room. He did not even feel overly surprised when you daringly sat in his lap. Lysandre sighed when your hand came to grip his length and gently began to imitate the movements he was doing moments prior. A kiss soon was shared between you both as it turned into something deeper. He stopped you once again before he could cum, wanting more than just to get off like this. You pulled away from the kiss and panted, resting your forehead against his own. “Well, that was a nice sight to come home to,” you lightly joked as he gripped your hips tightly, “Lys, ravish me.” He gladly obliged your request.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ He hated doing things like this. It felt like he was giving into his base instincts. The feeling had suddenly come over him as he sat down on the bed. You had gone away for the day, writing out a quick text telling him that you decided to travel to Jubilife for whatever reason. Exhaustion lapped at his mind, but so did something else. Cyrus grumbled as he grasped your pillow. The lingering smell of you set his mind at ease. You always teased him. Your texts may have seemed innocent to an unrelated bystander, but he knew better. His teeth were clenched together. The images of your outfits you would send him flashed in his mind. Cyrus hated the idea that you actually knew exactly how to work him up and now had denied him a chance to get you back. No matter, he supposed.

☄️ His hand quickly undid his pants' button as he freed his dick from the constraints. You tormented him. He gripped it firmly as he began methodically to jerk his hand up and down. Normally, you pestered him by rutting against his groin whenever you decided to initiate sex. The image of you sitting in his lap, panting and whining, made his toes curl. His hand began to move faster as he imagined your hand instead being the one wrapped around his dick. You would coo things in his ear about how cute his flustered face was, or beg him to make a sound. He swallowed. Somehow, the image of you laid underneath him in vest Galactic vest made him much too close. His hand would grip your thighs as he positioned himself, ready to thrust into you. A quiet groan left his throat as his hand's movements became more and more sporadic. What had you cursed him with?

☄️ Yet, just before he could finally cum and relieve himself of his temporary madness, a sound stopped him. A door opening. His head instantly shot to where it was. You stood just outside of the bedroom with wide eyes. His hand froze. Before either of you could say a word, you dropped the bag you were holding and found yourself eagerly at his side. Your grip replaced his own. The rate his heart raced at was concerning. “Cy,” you cooed at him playfully, “You really thought I left for Jubilife? Come on, I was just trying to surprise you with your favourite meal.” The ingredients were forgotten, however, as your hand began to pump his dick. He allowed this, deciding that he would much rather this be over as soon as possible. Of course, that was not your intention as you suddenly pinned him to the bed. “I missed you, too,” your hand was already pulling down your bottoms. Dinner would be coming much later than usual, it seemed.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ He hated the feelings you brought out of him. Envy. Annoyance. Rage. So many negative feelings dwelled within the blond whenever you unfortunately crossed his mind. The worst, however, had to be the lust that swirled inside him. You ruined his plans. Arceus sent you specifically to stop him, and then mocked him further by choosing you in front of him. Yet, Volo still could not get you out of his mind, no matter his desperate attempts. Revenge was the furthest thing from his mind as he clenched a forgotten top that you had left at a Galaxy Team camp. He brought it to his nose as he felt your familiar scent overcome his mind. His mind played many scenes of you bending over before him as you did your research tasks, or the way you called out his name.

⭐️ His bottoms were quickly undone as he instantly fisted his cock. Many images of you in various states of undress crossed his mind, yet the odd one out of among them was how you fell back at the Temple of Sinnoh. The fear on your face — how you seemed utterly beneath him, made his grip grow tighter as he jerked his hand up and down his length. Volo wanted to pin you to the ground at the sacred place and absolutely ravish you in front of the deity that found it so easy to deride him. Your moans echoed in his ears as his motions grew more and more frenzied. He pretended the rigid feeling of his hand was you, yet his mind obviously knew better. A groan left his throat as he felt himself moving closer to the edge by the second.

⭐️ His hand came to a complete stop as the door to his cabin opened up. Your eyes met his as you stood in confusion. “... So, you did have my shirt,” you bravely entered the home and shut the door behind you, “I know I have been busy, Volo, but you terrified the professor.” When you were in his range, he suddenly pinned you to the ground. You made a distressed sound as you fell against the floor. The blond instantly had your wrists pinned above your head. You sighed, “Well, threaten me with a good time, why don't you?” He grumbled about how you managed to kill the scene so quickly. It mattered little as he pulled down your bottoms with ease. You helped him get off your strange underwear, and he soon found himself re-enacting a similar scene to the one from his imagination.

🕶Guzma💀

□ The delinquent gave a sigh as he entered his room to not see you there. Of all the times you had gone off. Guzma quickly checked his phone to confirm you were off doing something in Malie and left Po town. He sat down on his bed and ran a hand through his hair. There was nothing to do. He debated something between wandering around the beach for Wimpod sightings again or harassing Nanu. The idea of the old man sending one of his cats after him again made him stop, though. Instead, he spied a forgotten piece of laundry laid on out the floor. He felt his grin grow on his face.

□ Pulling down his sweats, he pulled out his cock. The grunts were out of the house for a while, which gave him some personal time. His hand grasped his dick as he focused on the underwear you had left behind on the floor. Putting them to his nose, he gave a sniff and felt he was between your legs. Guzma pumped his length as he thought about you pressed against his sheets. You were wearing his medallion and his coat as you moaned underneath him. He began to move his hand in time with the thrusts in his fantasy. It had been a while since you two had been at it because of all the shit Lusamine had him doing. His movements grew more frantic as the fictional you called out his name. Guzma knew he was about to bust a nut.

□ It never came, though, because the bedroom door swung open and made let go of his dick in a panic. Before he could pull up his sweats and go off on whatever grunt dared do something so stupid, he heard you call out his name. You saw him and instantly shut the door behind you. “Seriously, Guz? I told you I wasn't going to be long,” you sighed as you walked over to him. He let out a high-pitched noise when you grabbed his dick. “I've missed you too much to let this pass by,” you told him plainly, “Lay down.” The big, bad boss was not about to deny an order from his partner. His fantasy was fulfilled in a different way.

[murkshade]

👁🌌🦴

emoj

also i hope you have a good day you are cool

I am not currently accepting new emoji requests!

[modelbus]

MODEL HELP-

i just typed a long ass message and it all deleted itself-

question, do you think you want to do another part on cut chaos? No pressure ofc, but I’d be cool! (I have a bunch of ideas for it I’ll send seperate (maybe) feel free to ignore them but like free crappy inspo man)

Request: Y/N is a part of SBI but they aren’t treated that great by the fandom or really the rest of the group. Its not like SBI MEANS to disregard the ‘hate’ towards Y/N like its nothing but they tend to dismiss or just ignore it, of course, they are still really close and care about Y/N, it still just hurts a little that they ignore it. But where the creators don’t realise they’re neglecting their friends emotions, the fans? They are fully aware they constantly joke about Y/N being the worst member of SBI. They are fully aware they also always ‘joke’ about forgetting Y/N exists. They are fully aware that despite Y/N being in as many if not more ‘SBI’ streams or videos than the other creators, they act as if they’re not actually a part of SBI. They are fully aware many of them aren’t joking when they say Y/N is not a member of SBI, or when they say they wish Y/N would stop showing up to streams. They are fully aware that the main ‘joke’ people think of when they think SBI is something along the lines of; “Whos Y/N?” or “Y/N is SO the middle child of the SBI, we all forget them!” or “Y/N? Ohhh you mean the one that’s annoying but its not funny!” .. When the SBI are streaming bedwars 2v2v2’s with a random viewer each game and that viewer happens to end up on Y/N’s team (and be an asshole) they, of course, decide to complain that out of every member they could be teamed with, they got the worst member of SBI! (Even though Y/N and techno practice pvp together regularly and the only person in SBI Y/N can’t kill is techno) While Y/N does what they always do and laughs it off with a SICK comeback (despite how much it hurts when they realise they expected that kind of reaction to being teamed with them), the rest of the SBI seems to snap as though that was their final straw (starting with tommy yelling ‘THATS BULLSHIT’ or smth) and all collectively go on a rant about how shitty most(?) fans treat Y/N, to Y/N’s surprise most of all of the fives chats are agreeing..? Y/N starts to realise maybe they aren’t as hated as they thought.. and maybe, just maybe, they are a lot more loved then they realised.

MODEL I’M SO SORRY MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS SO LONG-

Its funny how I’m not motivated to write actual fics but I can write 800 word requests-

LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK!!!

✨🌌🌙 Annon-

I’d love to write more for Cut Chaos! My writing has been all over the place lately because I’ve been really busy (school stuff :/) but I do enjoy writing for that (not-so) little series

Pairing: Gn!Reader X CC!SBI (Tommy, Techno, Phil, Wilbur)

Found Fury

You aren’t unfamiliar with the term unwanted. If anything, you’ve burrowed yourself a home in the word, splitting it in two. Accepted yourself for what you are.

Quite honestly, if there was a record for ‘most hated SBI member’ it’d go to you. Actually, it wouldn’t, considering how most people don’t even see you as a member of SBI. The forgettable middle child, adrift alone.

There wasn’t much you could do except accept it.

Bothering the others with it was unfathomable. Besides, they’ve surely seen some hint of it. They aren’t quite that blind, even if Wilbur and Techno do wear glasses. And, seeing as how they haven’t said a word… maybe it’s best if you didn’t nag about it.

It’s not that you’re partial to the so-called ‘suffering in silence,’ because you really aren’t. But you’re uniquely acquainted with brushing things off, pretending that your friends’ continued silence doesn’t sting and that being excluded from the group isn’t heart-wrenching. In the end, who really cares what strangers online think?

You can ignore the messages in your inboxes. The emails to your professional email asking if you’re really a part of SBI. All the replies to all your posts. Every fucking comment on every video you’re in.

Sometimes, it piles around you so high that you can’t see past it. Words strung together to form sentences that rephrase ‘Who even are you’ a thousand times. Or the more creative, ‘How do you manage to be unfunny AND annoying’ mixed with a side of scorn. It’s worse when it trends on Twitter after a stream, but who are you to complain?

After all, you’re just lucky to be following SBI around according to Twitter. Blessed to be in their fucking presence.

For the most part, you just hire more mods. And they’re pretty strict with bans, so your chat tends to err on the positive side. Everyone else’s? Well, let’s just say there’s a reason you don’t have their chats open.

Today is no exception.

Bedwars with viewers, everyone being randomly set into 2v2v2. Tommy’s idea, although he’s lost every round that Techno wasn’t on his team. That was mostly due to you sneak attacking him while he targeted Techno, but still.

“POTATOMAN!” Tommy shouts, practically bursting your eardrums. “YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE!”

“Christ, mate.” Phil laughs.

“…my ears…” Techno mourns quietly, making both you and Wilbur laugh.

“We’re getting in! We’re getting in!” Tommy says excitedly, and everyone spawns into their teams.

Your heart sinks when you realize you’re with the viewer on white team. Their character, a potato in a suit, stares at you as you walk backward to collect iron and gold from the generator.

You’ve been lucky up until this far, always getting placed with one of the others. Logically, you knew you’d eventually be placed with the random, but part of you still hoped. Still dared to relax into the game.

Potatoman’s character stands there for a few minutes, and you buy wool with your iron.

“Funnel me the gold, Tommy.” Techno says calmly.

“No! Fuck off! This is my gold!”

“You’re just going to walk off the edge with it!”

“No I won’t! When have I ever?!”

“Last game.” Wilbur inputs.

“Wha— I was pushed! That’s different!”

A message pops up in game chat, and your eyes flick to it for a moment, too busy with building a bed defense. When you realize it isn’t Tommy’s death message (it would’ve been really funny, let’s be honest), you do a double take to read it.

<Potatoman> My luck omg

Your eyebrows raise. For a split second, you dare to hope that the viewer is a fan of yours. That they want to be on a team with you. Hope is a dangerous thing; it just makes things worse when it dies.

<Potatoman> Stuck with the worst member &lt;Potatoman> Not even a member fr lmaooo

Ah. And there it is.

Seeing the messages doesn't hurt; it's the fact that you knew to expect it right from the start.

That's not to say you're even the worst member, because in PvP you're a God. Hell, you and Techno train it all the time for fun! Even Tommy cheers when he gets teamed with you in PvP games like this. Being teamed with you for Bedwars was a pretty good thing, in theory.

Always in theory.

Because somehow, someway, you're never liked enough. Never enough for the viewers in general, even. Too annoying, too loud, too imperfect, too showy, too quiet, too anything. And you know to expect that feedback rather than to expect any semblance of compliments.

"At least the so-called 'worst member' didn't walk off the edge, unlike someone on my team." You quip, targeting your words at the viewer.

"Heh?" Techno asks.

"Oh, uh, nothing-"

"Look in chat." Wilbur interrupts.

There's a pause, then:

"THAT'S BULLSHIT!" Tommy screams into his mic. "WHAT THE HELL?!"

"I'm agreeing with the kid here." Techno sighs.

"Actually, we really should talk about how the fans have been online. It's not even a recent thing." Phil says, his calm a stark contrast to Tommy.

"I've seen it a lot too. Let's be clear; everyone here is part of the Sleepy Bois. I made it, I make the rules." Wilbur declares.

"You did not make it!" Tommy protests, but Wilbur doesn't stop for him.

"To make it clear, we won't tolerate any hate of anyone in this group, especially not to the extent that we've been seeing recently."

Your eyes glance over at your chat, already stunned, only to have your jaw slacken when you see that your chat is spamming hearts and "YESYESYES."

"Guys, you don't have to... do this." You try.

"I'm pretty sure we do." Techno deadpans, and you can practically imagine the optifine zoom on his character's face he's probably doing/

"The fans treat you like shit, and we're all tired of it." Wilbur agrees. "It's stupid."

"They're all internet assholes." Tommy chimes in, this time at a reasonable volume.

"So from here on out, anyone who says mean shit to you gets banned. From all of our chats." Your eyes go wide at Phil's words, and you quickly pull up his and Tommy's streams to see what their chats are saying.

But... that can't be right. The outpouring of agreement can't be right. The fans all hate you, you know this. There's no way they're agreeing with Phil, Tommy, Techno, and Wil.

So you open Wilbur's chat, then pull up a YouTube tab for Techno's stream too.

Agreement floods every chat, and for just a moment you can't breathe. You were the supposed forgotten middle child, the one nobody cares to stand up for. But that was wrong, wasn't it?

You are part of the Sleepy Bois, and you're just as deserving as everyone else. Of the fans, of the support, of being able to open chat and not see overwhelming hate.

Of being loved.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Hello dear Benny! I’ve been following your work for a long time, and I want to say that I’m inspired by you! I really like your works and I’m looking forward to new ones! If it’s not difficult for you, I’d like to see headcanons from you with Solomon, and M!Y/N who is the master for making magic weapons! If you don’t like this order, you don’t have to do it, I won’t be offended! **this is my first request, I’m very embarrassed.**

Solomon - With A Magic Blacksmith Male Reader

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0rder up! 🌾Wheat anon, you have no Idea how hard it was for me not to just skip straight to this ask because I absolutely loved the idea you gave! I hope these are up to your standards. Also sorry it took so long. —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

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⚒ To say Solomon thought of you as nothing special at first glance would be a bit of an understatement. He truly thought you were just some poor sap that the prince of the devildom scooped up from the realm of humanity. However, he was quickly proven wrong when sensed a peculiar magic within you that he had never encountered before. Consider Solomon's interest peaked.~

⚒ Though he lives in a different building and has different classes, Solomon made it a point to corner you in the hallways of RAD more than a few times to get to the bottom of your curious magical signature. But no matter how hard he pressed or how many conversational traps he set you wouldn't budge; keeping your cards tightly to his chest. It seems that you took Lucifer's warnings very seriously.

⚒ And so the centuries-old wizard and king reluctantly let his curiosity take a back seat as he got to know you better. Met you on the way to and from RAD so the two of you could walk together, walk you to your class, have lunch with you, and offer to study with you; all the while he was drumming up conversations about your day, your likes and dislikes, morals, ambitions, etc.

⚒ Soon enough he came to develop feelings for you, though it seemed to come out of the blue in his perspective. He confessed his love for you in his usual teasing dialogue and thankfully you accepted. And well, Solomon has himself yet another boyfriend to add to the already miles-long list of lovers. It seems though, that your newly romantic relationship has loosened your lips a bit so to speak; so Solomon shoots his shot, and boy do you deliver. 

⚒ A blacksmith that specializes in enchanted and magical weaponry? How intriguing. Would you be at all willing to show him a few of your works? Or perhaps you could let him see you in action? Please excuse him, Solomon is just excited is all. He's never seen magic be applied quite like this before and he wants to know all about it. Though, the ancient wizard will talk your ears off with all kinds of questions; he won't let you go until they're answered.

⚒ If you do allow him to see you in action he'll be over the moon. Watching you combine magic with iron and steel as you slave away over your anvil fills him with absolute wonder. If you're up for it, Solomon will commission you to take home a special weapon. Nothing specific, he'll give you full creative freedom and reign over decision-making; as long as it's from you he's satisfied.

⚒ Truly, Solomon often wonders how he found himself a boyfriend as talented as yourself and what he did to deserve you.

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[nualaofthefaerie]

Li's Merry Jolly Hexquad Holiday week

Happy Holidays, everyone. 🎄

I've had so much fun hanging around everyone in the last month even if the tensions around the fandom have grown quite a bit during this time, which is sad to see. Still, in the giving spirit of the Holidays, I decided to rectify the situation by myself.

Until the 1t of January, I am opening my drabble requests as GIFTS for everyone in all corners of the Hexquad square (that includes Jayvik, Skyvik, Melvik, Jaymel, Skyce, Melsky, Hexteam, JayMelVik and the Hexquad itself, any of the pairings will be accepted)

RULES TO REQUEST:

You choose your ship:

🦋 - Jayvik

🌹 - MelJay

🌌 - Skyvik

💎 - Melvik

🎀 - Melsky

🍃 - Skyce

🧪 - Hexteam

🎖 - JayMelVik

🎭- Hexquad

2. You pick your flavour:

☀️ - fluff

🔥 - smut

❄️ - angst

3. You can also choose your AU:

❤️ - Canon-compliant

🧡 - Survivors of the Glorious Evolution

💛 - Modern actors/idols!AU

💚 - Modern Academic!AU

🩵 - Modern Office!AU

💜 - Arcane realm shenanigans

🩷 - A third secret Li's thing

4. You can add one wish per request. Like something you want to see in the drabble - a sentence, a scene, a visual, an art that you wish to inspire the drabble, it all goes. But only ONE.

I hope this will be a nice way to establish this blog as a peaceful place where no slander of fictional characters or mean-spirited discourse is tolerated. The length of the drabbles will vary depending on how I'm feeling more or less, but please be kind and patient.

ALSO, all drabbles will be posted simultaneously here and on Ao3.

Love,

Li 🪷

[loliitq]

heyy,, r u accepting build an innerworld requests? if so, could we request an innerworld based on an arcade? ty! ^^

- 🌌

Yes ! Your Majesty hopes you enjoy !

It always looks to be night , the only lights coming from the lights on the arcade games. To get here , you need to go down the fronting stairs and go right.

The rest is under the cut !

The carpet has this pattern spread throughout everywhere in the innerworld besides the front room.

This is the path to the fronting room. When there is someone in front , the lights are on. When there is not , the lights are off.

The front room is akin to the area behind a register at an arcade. There are prizes and snacks in shelving on the walls.

This is the little / syskid area. They are guarded by a caretaker that stays with them. To get here , you go down the fronting stairs and go left.

[nobunsonpesach]

Heyo! Survival Mode Anon here.

Fun fact; the human body /keeps/ the muscles it has, but underneath the fat it gains.

So even tho post-Endorë Finwë is soft and huggable like an elven squishmellow, he probably has, if not all, then at least most of the strength he had in Endorë. That plus all the energy his body now has in the steady food (nourishment) intake, plus the restful sleep, plus the peaceful environment.

Well, considering all that, Finwë is probably physically stronger than he was in Endorë (to the confused terror of his children and fascinated awe of his grandchildren, lmao)

This is me infodumping my Chubby Finwë Headcanons, but also! Playing devil’s advocate for a sketch of Finwë holding an absurd amount of elflings effortlessly 7:D

Please and thank u for the art! (double thanks for the past art I requested, too. Weight Gain as a sign of a Better Environment is my joy).

I must let you know that this was an ABSOLUTE DELIGHT to draw and also headcanon accepted and also I love you and kiss you gently on the forehead for your input because it is wholesome and valid 💖✨😭❤️‍🩹🌌

[outsidereveries]

500 followers' game | CLOSED

suprise suprise, it's time for a game.. after roughly a year

first of all, thank you very much for half thousand followers! however, i simply have rules for myself that i won't violate, so everything is the same like the last 2 games:

1. i'm not doing personal requests and readings so my games are strictly towards famous people (influencers and locals included)

2. i still have the right to deny your request even in a game if something is wrong, they don't want to share to me or i cannot share, depends on how many requests happen to be rejected to ask or not approved to share, you'll be somehow informed

without further ado, some add-ons:

- you can ask anonymously, you can ask public, i don't mind how

- therefore if you like this post will be greatly appreciated to see if you are really interested in these types of games or not

for this game, i decided to focus on specific topics: controversies/tea/dramas/gossips/rumors, collaborations (in any kind) and other career paths.

the thing you have to do to participate is to send an ask choosing one of these emojis for your question and explain a bit further:

[🐍] what type of controversies <person/group> is/are more prone to have in the upcoming 12 months?

⬆️ you can explain why you're worried or curious

[🫖] what secret/s <person/group> don't/doesn't mind to be revealed publicly?

⬆️ you can explain why you're worried or curious

[🎭] are <person/group> and <person/group> getting along? if yes, how well and if no, why?

⬆️ you can explain why you're curious or having suspicions

[🎙️] any possible insider gossip of <person/group>

⬆️ you can explain why you chose that person/group. sharing further such as worries, ssng leaks and etc. is fine with me too

[🕶️] possible rumors for <person/idol> in the upcoming 12 months

⬆️ you can explain why you're worried or curious

[👥] future collaborations for <person/idol>

— you can specify the field and if it's between specific people or not

⬆️ you can explain why you ask for them (gender-neutral on purpose) such as worries, curiousity, other rumors and etc.

[🌌] other career paths for <person>

⬆️ you can explain why you're curious (or whatever else)

[💼] if <person> wasn't working his current job, what they'd like to work?

bringing back this question! ⬆️ you can explain why you're curious

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[zchl]

★ ˚ . + one. two. ten. #H.RJ 🌌

pairing ﹒ huang renjun + gender neutral!reader genre ﹒angst warnings ﹒ big character death , sensitive topics touched on

✦ a/n this made me want to scream, cry and slam my head into a wall while writing this. hope this pulls at your heart strings the way it did mine </3.

⫘ 11:4Opm ︿ 🎧

one. two. three. you repeatedly counted to ten, pacing back and forth in the hallway of the hospital. your heart was racing, your mascara stained your cheeks. it felt cold, you felt cold. the anticipation of knowing if renjun was okay was eating you up inside. the muffled monitor beeping in the distance was overwhelming you, every time it slowed down you panicked, fear filling your body.

four. five. six. it was getting later, the doctors consistently updated you, hoping to give you some sort of relief when they told you he was holding up well. just two hours ago you and renjun were bidding farewell. he had a family trip back to china for the next week, you never expected anything bad to happen in such a short amount of time. not even 15 minutes after he left your home, the call came in. the call you dreaded the most, the call you wish would never happen. “hello? y/n l/n? this is — hospital.” the words ringed in your ears. the conversation felt heavy, you were holding your breath the entire time. “huang renjun has requested we called you. he was in a serious accident,,,” the more information you got, the more worried you got. who would hurt him like this? what has he ever done to anyone?

seven. eight. nine. all the time sitting in the hallway away from your boyfriend, felt like true punishment. you wish you could see him, at least touch his skin to know he’s still with you. you grew sleepier, now getting impatient and restless. time passes, what feels like days the doctor comes to you. “he’s not awake yet, but if you’d like to see him you may.” you instantly accept, not caring if he wasn’t awake. you just wanted to see him. the doctor opened the door for you, when you walked in he gave you instructions on what to do if anything went wrong and left the two of you alone.

ten. the sight of renjun made your heart ache, your whole world felt like it was coming to an end. his head perched up on mountains of pillows, iv’s and blood piping into his body. the breathing tube he needed to get oxygen through his system, the bandages wrapped around his wounds. you couldn’t hold in the tears, the drops that fell felt like a waterfall on your face. slowly making your way over to his side, your body was shaking. you can’t process this, seeing the love of your life lay coldly on a hospital bed hooked up to all these wires. you softly laid your hand on his, his skin was cold. your muffled sobs filled the room, “god, please. don’t take my boy.” you begged over and over again.

one. two. three. four. five.

you didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep next to him until you hear rapid beeping coming from his monitor. quickly awakening you notice his body shaking, his skin turning more and more pale. you tense up, running towards the door, spam pressing the alert button for the nurses. “fuck! hurry up!” you cursed, continuing to hit the button. the door swings open, doctors and nurses running in to reach renjun. “what’s happening?!” cries and screams escape your mouth, “why is he shaking?!” one of the nurses quickly hold you by your arm backing you away from his side. “no! let go, i need to be here with him!” you resist, begging them to let you stay with him. “one- one two-” you don’t realize you’re counting aloud, trying to calm yourself down. “renjun please! just count!” you were still fighting the nurses grip on you, trying so hard to be with him. you and renjun had always used counting in your relationship to calm each other down.

six. seven. eight. nine.

the monitor wasn’t slowing down, doctors rushing to mend him and arguing on what to do, the nurses grip on you tightening as she held you by the door. “please, please. don’t go, renjun you’re so strong. please, don’t take him away from me!” your sobs echoed in the room, chanting pleads at the sky, wishing that whatever was above would save your boy from this nightmare he was living. you couldn’t even imagine the pain he was in, you needed him to be okay. everything goes silent. the monitor slows down, “is he okay?!” you escape the nurses grasp running back to his side. before you could speak again, the monitor blanks. the loud, never ending noise that plays in any hospital show when a character dies. your heart drops, you frantically look around at all the doctors. “what the fuck is happening?!”

ten.

one of the doctors places his hand on your shoulder, rubbing it softly. “we did everything we could, i’m-” the sentence couldn’t be finished. you instantly broke down, knees collapsing under you. screams and sobs took over, all you could hear was yourself crying. you grabbed onto his hand, still cold. you squeezed it tightly in your hand, “renjun please, baby. don’t leave me..f..fuck.” you held it close to you, kneeling next to his lifeless body. you pleaded for this to be a fucked dream and you’d be awake soon with renjun alive and next to you. the doctors allowed you to say your last goodbyes before pulling you from the room. you stood outside of his hospital room. numbness and loneliness filled your body. you’ve just lost the only man you’ve ever loved, the only man who could ever make you feel important.

foot steps approach you, you looked up tears welling in your eyes. “yn..” the man stood in front of you. you shook your head, breaking down into his arms. “jeno..” your cries muffled into his chest. he rubbed your back, shushing you to calm you down. “count to ten for me, take it one number at a time.” jeno said to you quietly.

“one,

two,

ten.” jeno finished for you,

you looked up at him, eyes puffy from the way you’ve been crying. “you didn’t let me finish.” he smiled at you, “ten was his favorite number.”

written by @zchl on tumblr! give credits if reposting to other platforms. :)

[tavs-kin-korner]

B33 < last but not least!! could i get a care kit for davepetasprite please? no specifics other than a nice pair of orange fingerless gloves (preferably knit) and maybe a shirt with the time gear crescent pattern thingy on my canon outfit. if mewre stuck on ideas i like keychains and plushies a lot!!! please find items primarily on amazon!!!

B33 < sorry if this is a lot of asks at once i didnt know if mewd be ok if i pawt this all in one ask!!

[ plain text: last but not least, could i get a care kit for davepetapsrite please? no specifics other than a nice pair of orange fingerless gloves (preferably knit) and maybe a shirt with the time gear crescent pattern thingy on my canon outfit. if youre stuck on ideas i like keychains and plushies a lot! please find items primarily on amazon! sorry if this is a lot of asks at once, i didnt know if youd be ok if i put this all in one ask! end plain text ]

sURE THING! }:D

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[Sure thing!]

[leggerefiore]

I think itd be hilarious if reader was kidnapped by the evil team leaders only for them to realize reader has SEVERE stockholm syndrome

guessing this is a yandere request...? I added volo

cw: yandere, dark content, kidnapping, uh bad ending ig in a way lol

characters: Cyrus, Volo, Lysandre, Giovanni

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ There was nothing but immense shame over his actions on his mind. This was a pitiful submission to woeful human emotions – He wanted to be rid of them, yet the thought of you escaping him made his stomach churn painfully and left him with worse insomnia than he already faced. It was a sickness – A genuine physical ailment that plagued him. His actions were pitiful. He despised them. But, having you in his grasp eased the harsh feeling that ate at his heart otherwise. You were safe. All the irrational thoughts that had plagued his mind faded. He could close his eyes for but a moment and finally rest. When you awoke, he was certain there would be harsh reality to face, but for now, those sickening emotions – his disgusting spirit – were at ease. He swallowed. Something in him dared allow him the ability to lay at your side. Your presence alone was enough to lull him into the sweet confines of unconscious.

☄️ When he awoke, it was to a weight on top of him. His heavy eyes opened. His arms had wrapped around whatever laid on top of him. Warmth soaked into him in a way that felt completely foreign to him. His gaze focused on what was on top of him. You. Your eyes were open and staring into his own bleary ones. Your hands were still bound carefully, but somehow, you seemed not at all bothered by your current situation. Cyrus quickly regained himself and moved you back to lay beside him. A whine came from you as you whined about not being able to cuddle with him properly. What were you talking about—? You should have been horrified, yet you looked more upset that he dared stop holding you to himself. He swallowed. Something was wrong here. You kept whinging so genuinely about wanting to go back to cuddling.

☄️ Soon after, your behaviour showed no faults or waning. You simply acted like this was some kind of normal relationship. He was out of his mind about the whole thing. It was illogical – You should have been afraid and angry, yet you clung to him and treated him like a normal partner. Even when left unmonitored and unbound, you never tried to flee the apartment. It was beyond his understanding. Truly, it should have been everything that he wanted, but the lucidity of the situation made accepting it nearly impossible. You seemed confused about why he questioned you when he did, simply stating that you only loved him. In the end, he supposes that this, too, must be an effect of spirit. His main worry then becomes what will become of you and himself when he finally succeeds in removing spirit. Assuredly, then, you would stay with him even still. It only seemed right.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ He felt nothing for his actions. Was he aware they could have horrible consequences? Certainly. Did he care? Perhaps, somewhere deep down. The merchant felt almost certain that he would get away with it. You were an outsider like him. The Galaxy Team would have a few common searches before ultimately giving up and deeming you AWOL or likely dead. He hoped for the latter, but he had failed to set up a proper scene to help better lead them to that conclusion. His decision to take you had been made entirely on the fly. Not his best moment, but he supposed his careful planning, coming into danger alongside you threatening to abandon him, set him off in a way that he had never truly felt before. Simple desperation had consumed him. You had been dragged off to a remote, hidden area of Hisui. It was unlikely that anyone would ever find you, nor would you get away.

⭐️ When you awoke, he had expected you to shout, scream, and attack him, but you seemed to relax instead. He thought your behaviour was strange. There was a chance that you were doing it in order to force yourself to have better control of the situation. He would scoff at that. You were bound quite carefully and in an extremely remote area. Your pokeballs were also taken by him. You were truly st your weakest point. So, when you smiled at him and asked what this was. He felt his mind break a bit. Your smile… Was this manipulation? He pondered what your game here was. Unlike you, he would not allow himself to relax. Whatever act this was… Your seemingly genuine affection and acceptance… He would see through it. Volo was fully aware of many things.

⭐️ … Except how genuine you were being. Your apparent affection and love for him never lessened, nor did it seem forced. Your feelings were genuine. He was bewildered by this. Even when he tested you by leaving you unbound when he “left,” you simply began to household duties or wait for him to return. He was astonished by this. This was not at all what he predicted, but he was supposed to were not the worst possible things. Your genuine love… He could only smirk. Taking you as he had felt so useless now… It was clear that you were not going anywhere. Those foolish concerns felt completely far off from himself. It was easy for him to lose himself in it all. His perfect world… He could feel it so closely when he was with you. The blond could not wait to truly make it a reality. Your shared love would only grow stronger there.

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ It was not his best moment. Not by far. There was a part of him that burned with shame, while a larger part simply accepted that this was just how things were going to have to be. He had become frightened. Your refusal to join Team Flare – and even daring to attempt to flee from him – was driving him to extreme lengths. Losing you, such a beautiful and perfect being, was not an option. So, he used his connections and secured you quite easily. His Lumiosian apartment was soundproof, so there was little concern for anything. It was kept carefully locked, too. You would be safe here until he finally used to the Ultimate Weapon to create a perfect world. He would have all your needs and wants tended to, yet he would absolutely make certain that you could not dare escape from him. That was simply something that he refused to accept. Whatever disgust he may have felt for his own actions had to be cast aside in favour of your believed best interests.

☕️ So, when you awoke, he readied himself for curses and threats. The worst would come before the better… Yet, you did not. Your eyes stared at him intently while seemingly figuring out your surroundings. Then, you smiled. A genuine smile. One so sweet and loving that he found himself at a loss for words. What… was this? While Lysandre knew that his actions had been for your best interest, he had not expected you to feel similarly. Well, he assumed that was how you felt. You only asked that he unbind you. He did so, readying himself again for a possible violent outburst, but it never came. Instead, you hugged him tightly and mumbled out about your love for him. He was shocked into silence. This… This was not at all a predicted response – especially with how you had tried to run quite literally just before. Part of him remained on edge this was fake, but the other more desperate half just wanted all this to be real.

☕️ Naturally, he tests you to see just how real your actions are. You continue to shock him with how you genuinely seemed to be in love with him. He describes your behaviour patterns to one of those in Team Flare, and they note that you had likely developed Stockholm syndrome. Quite quickly, they added, but your behaviours did align. He felt disgusted yet contented that such behaviours had been drawn out of you. You still refused to join Flare, but he supposed that was alright since now he could protect you more directly. You would be following after him whether you wanted to or not – And you almost seemed to want to if it did not involve his group. He supposed that whatever feelings you held for Flare were pointless since you would be joining him in his perfect world. You were his lover, after all. That was something you had made more than clear in your constant demands for his affection and attention.

🚀Giovanni🐈

🟥 It was easy to arrange and done with little hesitation. Giovanni was quite used to taking what he wanted with little question. So when you, a trainer who started opposing Rocket, had denied him what he wanted. Well, he simply took matters into his own hands. It was a bit of annoyance having to deal with you constantly disrupting his plans and making him look weak to his underlings. You even had the gall to deny his offerings of joining his organisation, stating you were above his criminality. He wanted to scoff. Trying to run from him… How utterly useless that had been. You were taken deep into one of his safehouses as he debated just what do with you when you woke up. Screaming and crying would be annoying to deal with usually, but some part of him was excited to see you at such a low point.

🟥 That was not to come, however. When you finally woke up, you were a bit shocked, yes, but seemingly calmed down once you saw the Rocket boss. You struggled against the cuffs that trapped your wrists to the headboard. He cocked a brow when you asked him politely to unlock you. Giovanni only replied by leaning over you to intimidate you and threaten that you were not in a place to make demands. But, instead, you tried to rain up to meet his lips. The older man was shocked momentarily before chuckling. Oh, what was this? Were you attempting to fawn over a fight or flight reaction. Fascinating. There would be no complaints from him on such things. You could not pull a fast one on him, either. He would be careful to observe just what you were doing and why.

🟥 Though, he was stunned to see you never faltered. This apparent love you felt for him was real enough. You were insistent enough that he let you have some freedoms that he did eventually relent. When he finally did, there were no true escape attempts. At worst, you tried to follow him out whenever you felt that he had failed to give you adequate attention, but it was not really an attempt at fleeing and regaining your lost freedom. He was fully aware of what had happened to you. This was not his first time observing such a thing, but he supposed he quite preferred it when it was someone that he had an interest in over some random target that his group brought in for whatever reason. Due to your strong feelings for him mixed with your desperation to stay near him, it was not hard to convince you to take his offer to join Rocket this time around. Whatever oddities had brought about the situation, he could only be happy that it brought the exact results he wanted.

[the-tulpar-daycare]

☆ intro post ☆

(previously pastel-yellow-dreaming)

check out our discord server! it's a mouthwashing-themed agere server, completely safe for everyone! all systems, all regressors, etc! :)

(also, absolutely no judgement if you just pop in for a little bit to check it out and want to leave! (adding that bc we feel the same way with new servers >_<))

☆ name

we prefer being referred to individually when we can, but Oscar or Yellow collectively!

☆ pronouns

he/him collectively!

☆ big age

not comfy saying, but bodily a minor!

☆ little age

2-4!

☆ dni

syscourse, anti-endo/willo, radqueers/transID (excluding good-faith identities like transspecies or lesboy), proshippers, standard criteria, anyone uncomfortable with our fictives

☆ requests

stimboards, banners, userboxes, icons, headcanons, drabbles! current status: open!

(divider by @lxttlx-faerie! flag by @motherlove)

☆ alters

📗🌿 Jimmy - he/him - host/anxiety holder

💥🍂 Grant/Curly - he/him - co-host/protector

🌺🌸 Daisuke - he/it

🫧🫐 Anya - she/🐈‍⬛

🦢🪓 Swansea - he/him - caregiver

🌃🌘 Nightmare - he/reign/crown

🌌🌑 Sin - it/he - prosecutor

🐦‍⬛🪦 Reaper - ey/hy/he, just hys name

🧣 Dust - they/he/dust - prosecutor/anger holder

⚔️ Cross - he/xe/knight

🔱🌊 Poseidon/Seb - he/him

🪩🪻 Violet - she/her

💛🌟 Dream - he/star/light/🌟

📘🩵 Blue - he/⭐

🧨🏮 Red - any pronouns

🩸🗡️ Geno - he/him

💾⚡ Logic - he/it/z/glitch/💾

🎨🌈 Ink - he/they

🧪🦠 Sci - he/him

🌊🦈 Reggie - he/🦈/🌊

👡🪽 Hermes - he/hym

🕶️🪂 Fresh - it/he

⚓📜 Odysseus - he/wife

❄️🌨️ Winter - he/it/bite/ice/🧊/🍦

🌵🐫 Qibli - he/him

🌷🌼 Adelaide - she/fae/💐

🪓☠️ Horror - he/she/they

☀️🪲 June - she/him

🐕🕶️ Ryan - he/him

🛹🛟 McCoy - he/him

✒️📖 Vonnie - she/her

💜🗡️ Icicle - she/ice/bite/fawn/fae

☆ tags

#babbles - talking

#other's stuffs - not ours

#my stuffs!! - ours

#keepin this!! - save tag

#frens - friends/mutuals tag

#talkin 2 me - ask tag

#sad bby - vent/sad tag

☆ byi

jimmy is canon-divergent and very sensitive/anxious. we've had issues before, and i am not afraid to be rude or aggressive to defend him. just be nice, and then i'll be nice. we don't mind good-faith questions at all.

we might use all-caps a lot or babytalk, please feel free to let us know if it's too much or if you need a translation. we're fine with all-caps and babytalk.

we're all okay with doubles! don't hesitate to come chat :)

jim, swansea, and i are all very appreciative of touch, and we all are welcome to comfort if we're sad. jim especially likes being treated like a dog, as he's a puppy regressor and also just a dogboy. he's completely sfw, as is everything on this blog.

we always provide plain text for colored text on our posts

our main is @yellow-computer-mouse

☆ fandoms (will do stimboards + headcanons with fandoms in bold. will do everything with fandoms in italics. will accept any fandom for userboxes, banners, + icons)

Wings of Fire

Epic: the Musical

Mouthwashing

UTMV

Hamilton

The Owl House

Gravity Falls

Transformers: Rescue Bots

(all userboxes by us)

[modelbus]

Hello!! I LOVE your writing, like I’m obsessed! So, I can’t tell if your requests are open, buttt if they are, I would DIE for some fluff turned to angst of a fem!reader who is in a group with cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy nicknamed the chaos squad by the fandom, where she is the least popular in the group and a rumour spread that shes only in it for the popularity, so they slowly stoped inviting her to streams and vlogs and ghosting her.

it could start with like three two sentence stories about the group (or something), how it was formed just fluffy moments, and then be like “but it didn’t stay like that for long..” and explain why she was subtly kicked from the group before a scene where shes streaming and gets asked about why shes not been in any videos anymore.

PHEW that was ALOT, if its to long you can obviously shorten it or just not do it- but if requests are open and you like the idea, I would love to see something like this!! <3

PS. You are super cool, keep up the amazing work!! (When you want to ofc)

-✨🌌🌙 Anon

Thank you so much! I tried my best to include everything :D This literally took me out of my writing slump

Part 2 :)

Pairing(s): cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Cut Chaos

The feeling of belonging was something nearly everyone chased after. After all, being out of place was simply… lonely. And, somehow, you found yourself slotting into the weirdest place in the world.

A handful of stupid friends.

You always found yourself drawn to dumbasses, in the most affectionate way. Like looks for like, you suppose. And shit, did you find some people that could make you cry laughing even on the worst days.

Ranboo, Tubbo, Wilbur, Tommy. Four people that made the sun rise every day, that dragged you out of bed for the stupidest vlogs to ever exist. Fans adored the five of you together so much that you got a group name for the first time in your career: the Chaos Squad.

Truly, it was a fitting name. The things that the five of you got up to, you’re certain no normal sane person would do. But, well, your job as a streamer already set you apart from the category of “normal” a long time ago, so you definitely didn’t mind the messes you got into with them.

From Tommy dragging the group to an abandoned island, saying it’d be fun to try to escape (you fell out of a tree and Wilbur sprained his ankle), to screaming along at Lovejoy concerts, it felt like the five of you were unstoppable.

And God, did you love them. It didn’t matter how many times Ranboo hit his head on things, you’d still laugh. It didn’t matter that you literally passed out from laughing so hard once, you were still happy. Pure, unfiltered love.

The five of you against the world, forever. You could see it, in those sunny days where you grinned so hard your cheeks hurt (they were the first ones to make you do that—the realization only made you grin harder). The perfect idea of happiness.

Was it any wonder things didn’t stay that way, that perfect, for long?

A rumor.

It always seemed to start with one of those, nowadays. A simple murmur among fans that grew and grew, until you were closing out of twitter at 2, 4, 5 AM, debating if you should just delete the app and put your status on “Do Not Disturb.”

You accepted the fact that being a female content creator was going to be a struggle a long time ago. It was a fact, something you knew you couldn’t avoid, especially in gaming. Having rumors about you online wasn’t new. It would never be new, not as long as you were yourself.

But you thought you’d be past caring about them by now. You thought the tight panic that gripped your heart, made it hard to breathe, was a thing of the past. So stupid.

One private account turned into multiple threads, turned into trends on the trending tab.

Everyone thought you were using your friends, the chaos squad as a whole, just to boost your career. To leech off anyone’s subscribers, just for some money in your pocket.

The idea made you sick to your core.

How dare they? How dare they ever think you didn’t genuinely care for the four? That they were anything less than the lightness in your heart, the freedom on your mind?

Rumors.

You ignored them. Even the thought of addressing them made you feel pissed off like you’ve never been before. It was such an absurd idea! At the very least, you knew your friends would see past the hateful people.

Right?

It starts with an unanswered message in the group chat.

Unanswered messages weren’t new. A stray comment tended to get lost in the general mess that the group chat was, so you weren’t concerned. Just laughed to yourself quietly; it wasn’t important anyways, just a photo of a cat you saw.

Until it happened again. And again. Until more of your messages went ignored than responded to, until the group chat had less and less messages each day.

When the first vlog comes out, the process repeats. It’s on Tommy’s channel, of course. Him, Ranboo, Tubbo, and Wilbur. The chaos squad, just without you. It surprised you, because you never even realized they filmed a video, and normally all of you share upcoming videos.

All the warning signs were obvious, and you were too much of a damn fool.

You filmed one vlog with them after that, exploring a supposedly haunted house, before you woke up a month later and realized you hadn’t talked to them in a week.

One week turns into two, two into three, until you’ve realized what’s happened. You were gone, out of the picture. Happiness had slipped through your fingers faster than you could’ve ever comprehended, and now you were in a dark room—literally.

But what could you do? If they didn’t want you, there was nothing you could do to stop the unraveling of your universe.

So you did the same thing you did before them, defaulting back to what was safe: streaming alone.

Today, it’s just a mindless game. Yesterday was the same, and fuck, this isn’t the same anymore. Not when you don’t have Tubbo in the chat sending messages, or Wilbur using Text-To-Speech.

But you’re here, still streaming. Still going, no matter how tempting it is to just shut off your computer and pretend the last months of your life never happened.

There’s always fans though, and if anything cheers you up, it’s them. So your donations are on, allowing them to be read aloud while you play the silly little unpacking game.

“Where am I putting the diploma guys? Where does this go?” You ask, mouse hovering over the virtual object. “Maybe I’ll just put it under the pillow…”

“StarEmojis donated $15! If up is down and yes is no, how many sides does a triangle have?”

“Thank you, but… uh...” You narrow your eyes at the message. “None, it’s a circle?”

Shrugging, you drag the diploma in the game to under the pillow. The riddle sounds familiar, but not one you know the answer to. It sounds like something Wilbur would send in the group chat at 2 in the morning, honestly.

With that thought in mind, your eyes flicker over the user that donated it. StarEmojis. Not Wilbur.

You’re so stupid for hoping. For the jump in your heart, for the frantic searching.

“StarStarMoon donated $20! Why aren’t you in any Chaos Squad videos anymore? Love you!”

Air catches in your lungs, dread swelling in your chest as your hands still on the mouse and keyboard. That shouldn’t have gotten past the moderators, but it did.

And now you have to answer it.

It wasn’t like you could tell the truth: that you weren’t good enough. That even your best friends didn’t believe you over rumors from strangers online.

Any lie would have a chance of getting back to them though. Not that you can imagine them caring, not anymore.

You swallow past the lump in your throat that’s killing you, taking a breath in before answering. One chance to get the fans to move on, one chance to find the impossible balance between the agony inside of you and cool indifference.

“We’re all just busy.” You say, forcing a smile on your face.

It’s true, at least. Everyone is busy. Everyone except you, that’s it.

“Just scheduling problems. Wil- Wilbur has Lovejoy practices and performances.” You stumble over his name. Did you even have the right to call him Wil anymore? “And Tommy is just always busy. He’s the busiest person, I swear.”

Is that true anymore? You don’t know. He used to be, but you used to help force him to take breaks. Was he taking breaks? You’ll never know.

With another forced smile, you give a half-hearted shrug. “So yeah, just busy, don’t worry guys.”

It’s with baited breath that you wait, eyes scanning chat to see if they bought it. From what you’re seeing, they have.

“Now we need to reorganize these clothes, because they’re killing me like this—“

Your discord pings quietly on another monitor, and you scramble to open it. Just your mods apologizing for letting the donation go through. You send a quick message back to them before pushing the donation to the back of your head just like everything relating to the group you’re no longer part of.

What could you do, anyways?

This was out of your control.

[agatha-agere-all-along]

💜Writing Requests Open!🌌

Send me requests in my ask box! <3 (solely accepting little!reader and Mama!Agatha right now!)

Will do:

Angst 💔 (can include reader having mental illness, but will be tagged as such!!)

Fluff ☁️

Baby regression! 🍼

Toddler regression! 🍓

Teen regression! 🧭

WON'T do:

Anything NSFW (agere is never nsfw! I will block you! (Yes, even on anon!)

Diapers or tickles (Sorry! :< just makes me uncomfortable!)

Demanding requests!

And I might add more if I get a request I don't like!