#I miss socket duo

[mellozheist]

What's Wilbur's favourite words? // MCC26

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[irishmammonagenda]

How I Think The Obey Me Boys Would React to The Rumours™️

Summary: Rumours have been floating around the Devildom. Rumours about a certain Angel and Sorcerer...how will the demon brothers react? Word Count: haha great question Content Warnings: probably just swearing tbh Disclamer: This will probably not make a lot of sense unless you've read this fic here for context, but ykw life doesnt make sense you do you <3

[dateables & co version]

post dividers by @cafekitsune their post dividers r really cool check them out! (also sorry for the tag!!)

You had left the Sorcerers' Society feeling quite flustered, but also extremely pleased with yourself. Take that Solomon. You grin. In all the excitement of the following days, you'd forgotten about the rumour you had accidentally spread around the Devildom. Perhaps you shouldn't've pretended to be Archangel Michael to gain entry....

💙💙LUCIFER💙💙

When Lucifer heard the news from Beel, he was in the student council room, he turnt his D.D.D off and just placed his head in his hands.

Was this some elaborate scheme by Solomon to gain a pact with him?

Lucifer wasn't sure he even wanted to know.

Sighing; he pulled on his coat and traversed to Purgatory Hall where Michael was staying.

"Michael." The Avatar of Pride stood leaning against the kitchen counter, everyone else in Purgatory Hall was at RAD, so the Angel and Demon were alone. "Oh Jesus Christ!" The Angel in question brings a hand to his heart in mock dramatics, "Warn a guy next time Lucikins!" "..." The Silence was palpable. "...Lucikins?" Lucifer gritted out, his eye twitching. "Michael. This is not the time for your games. I am the Avatar of Pride and a Prince of Hell, show me some respect." Michael merely raised an arched eyebrow, a shit-eating grin on his face as he quickly closed the distance between them, pulling the Avatar of Pride into an ironclad headlock, bringing his other arm over with a clenched fist and messing up Lucifer's hair. "I'm sure you are Lucikins, but you're still my adorable little brother." Lucifer pushes his hands out in an attempt to get away, but even he had to admit, Michael had always been stronger than him. "Michael." The younger protests, "I swear to Lord Diavolo if you do not let me go, I will-" Michael interrupts him, pausing his brotherly tormenting to wipe a tear from his ruby red eyes. "-Ahh! You must've missed me so much, poor Wittle Wucifer! Always so heavy on the teenage angst!" Lucifer growled in a way too similar to Satan when he first fell. Like father, like son. "I don't have teenage angst. Now unhand me you bastard!" "Oh please! The amount of times I caught you in the Celestial Realm listening to My Chemical Romance and Panic at the Disco on repeat speaks for itself! And the eyeliner! Just because the others were too young to remember doesn't mean I was baby brother! Don't think I don't remember the wolf-cut!" Lucifer's eye twitches so hard he worries for his socket. He cab't even refute it. "You are two minutes older than me! And besides! I came here to talk about the rumours of you dating Solomon!" "The What." Michael immediately ceases all noogie-ing, his grip loose enough for Lucifer to slip through his arm. He scowls, smoothing the wrinkles from his suit and beginning to fix his hair. He moves a safe distance away from his older (estranged) brother. "The rumours of you showing up during a Sorcerers' Society meeting and making out with Solomon on his lap. Ring a bell?" Michael, for the love of him, just looks confused. "But I've never even-" He blinks slowly a few times. "I am going to kill MC." Lucifer, even with the ego bruising he had just endured, laughs, partly out of sheer relief, he doesn't want to imagine what a Solomon Michael duo could be capable of. But of course it was you. It always was.

💛💛MAMMON💛💛

HUH???!!!

This poor man's confusion is so strong.

He doesn't want to think about Michael's lovelife. Or Solomon's for that matter.

He immediately rushes to tell you.

"Oi! MC!" Mammon shoves his way into your room like he was auditioning for the walking dead, as per usual, he wasn't aware of the marvellous invention of knocking yet. You quickly closed you laptop lid, and placed the device down beside you on the bed, lest he saw the Archangel Michael/King Solomon 100k, Slowburn, Angst with a Happy Ending you were writing on HellO3. “Hi Mams!” Mammon scurries onto your bed like the floor is lava, resting his chin on your thigh and looking up at you with his usual puppy eyes. “Yer not gonna believe this MC.” He says seriously. "What's up?" You tilt your head, bringing a one of your hands to ruffle your First Man's hair, he leans into the touch happily before jumping up and acting like he wasn't. "Well, 'pparently Michael's after starting te date Solomon. Can ye believe it?" Mammon makes a face. "Michael...wi' Solomon...I don' wanna believe it...just...its mingin'..." You laugh nervously, "I don't think Michael's dating Solomon, Mams....someone must've uhh..." You hold in a laugh. "It's probably just a succubi or someone looking for chaos." Mammon nods seriously, laying his head back on your lap. "Yer prolly righ' MC." You pet his hair again, "Wanna watch a movie or something, Mams?" "Pffft- Of course ya would wanna watch a movie wi' the Great Mammon...alrigh' huma-...Angel...I'll allow it...!" He says with his usual bravado, it was almost convincing, if he hadn't nuzzled further into your hand, and he wasn't looking at you like you were the one reason his pulse was still going.

🧡🧡LEVIATHAN🧡🧡

He finds out after the first chapter to a certain Archangel Michael/King Solomon fanfic was published. Yes he is subscribed to your HellO3 account, and yes! he has emails turnt on.

What kind of person would he be if he didn't read his Henry's fanfics?!

He throws his phone across the room.

When he finally wills himself to get up and retrieve it, he takes a screenshot and starts texting you frantically.

You're lazing about on your bed dong nothing, you'd just posted the first chapter of THE FORBIDDEN FRUITS: A GAY ROMANCE STORY THAT TRANSCENDS REALMS five minutes previous when your DDD began vibrating at such a speed you almost made a very unfunny sex joke. You pick up your DDD and sure enough, its Levi, heh; so he is subscribed to your HellO3 account! Leviachan <3: MC WHAT IS THIS NDVNRO DID YOU WRIT E FNAFICTION AOBOUT MCIAHEL AND SOLOMOMN You grinned. You: Fnaf fiction? Good idea for an AU! Leviachan <3: VFIBNODNORNGVNO MC IM LOOKING ON FORUMS WDYM THERES A RUMOU R ABORUT SOLOMON AND MICHAEL DATING You: In my defense, it was Solomon's fault. There's no response for 10 minutes, until your DDD pings again. Leviachan <3: Why is the fanfic good Leviachan <3: I MEAN OFC ITD BE GOOD, YOU WROTE IT BUT Leviachan <3: ITS SO Leviachan <3: THE CHARACTERS ARE SO COMPELLING AND THE PLOT IS SO GOOD RJRGNVDON Leviachan <3: AND THE TENSION??!! You grinned, you could always count on your Lord of Shadows to hype up your degenerate fanfics. You: thanks <3 satan's helping me write it, wanna help? Leviachan <3: I don't think I could write as good as you guys, im just a stinky smelly worthless otaku :( You: nuhuh. >:( Leviachan <3: But if you wanted... I could maybe beta-read??? You: OFC YOU CAN LEVI TANK YOU <33333 Leviachan <3: Haha tank LMAO ROFL You: I can never mispell anything around anyone in this house You kicked your feet like a catholic school girl holding hands with a boy for the first time in her life, knowing Levi probably was too.

💚💚SATAN💚💚

This man has a web of connections.

He found out almost as soon as the rumour started.

Like Mammon, he immediately finds you to tell you

Unlike Mammon, he actually knocks

granted he knocks for a second before just opening your door so he could've just not knocked and it would've had the same affect.

"Hello MC" "Mornin' Satie...What time's it?" You rub your eyes tiredly, having just woken up from a nap, you sit up and blink at him slowly with sleepy eyes. Satan can't stop himself from cooing, he movies towards your bed and ruffles your hair like you're a cat, you lean into the touch. "Sorry for waking you, dear..." You yawn. "You're fine Satie...what'd you need?" "Have you heard the rumours that Michael and Solomon are secret lovers-" Suddenly you're wide awake. "Oh no. Oh no no no." Satan raises a brow, "What's wrong, MC?" You grin sheepishly, "I maybe might've accidentally not on purpose started that rumour?..." Satan laughs in your face. Handsome bastard. "It's not funny!" "It is a little funny..." You gasp, eyes lighting up mischievously, "We should write a fanfic!" Satan tilts his head, "And why would we do that?" "Because the world deserves a Slowburn Michael x Solomon fic?" "Nope." "Pleaseee Satan! I'll pay you!" "Nope." "It'll annoy Luci?" "Tempting..." "I'll give you a kiss?" "I'm in. Let's write the best Michael x Solomon the Devildom's ever seen." You shake Satan's hand. Maybe you should've been reincarnated as a demon.

🩷🩷ASMODEUS 🩷🩷

Finds out through one of his gossip circles relatively fast.

He wants to get more details so he can tell you later! <3

By far one of the more supportive brothers

So he finds Solomon, who knows maybe he could give some advice!

Michael was strange, but he was always nice to Asmo growing up in the celestial realm, he might as well make sure one of his best friends is treating his former brother right <3

"Hiya Sol!~" Asmo smiles excitedly, pulling the sorcerer in for a hug, pouting when he pulled away again. "I cant believe you never told me! Ugh~...you must've been scared I wouldn't accept you!~ Poor thing...~" Solomon blinks slowly, his usual shit-eating grin replaced with pure confusion, lost in his own rant, Asmo doesn't notice. "Well! You have my blessing!~" "For what?" "For your relationship with Michael, silly!~" Asmo giggles, Solomon takes a deep breath. "For my what." A pause pauses all sound for a moment, only for a moment, before like all other moments, they begin the cycle of movemnt again. Solomon nods rather calmly, "Maybe I shouldn't have turnt MC into a sheep....or maybe I should do it again as payback...." He says to himself Asmo sighs, so it was just a rumour then....

He does still post a link to your fanfic on his Devilgram story, because he's so supportive! <3

No one tell Michael, or Lucifer pretty please

❤️❤️BEELZEBUB❤️❤️ & 💜💜BELPHEGOR💜💜

Being a member of the Anti-Lucifer League, Satan told Belphie who told Beel after taking a nap.

Beel, being the absolute legend that he is didn't really have any opinions on it. As long as they're happy :)

Belphie sits in on the fanfic plot planning sessions you and Satan host, with Beel sometimes joining and giving surprisingly interesting plot twists.

Belphie cackles when Beel tells Lucifer of the rumours, shortly before the first chapter of Forbidden Fruits is published.

Satan and You stand by the whiteboard in the attic, various spider diagrams and bullet points are written messily upon it, only this time, it's not a plan to 'prank' Lucifer. (Are they really pranks if they never succeed?) The sound of munching can be heard as Beel works away happily on a bag of crisps, offering everyone some as you work. "What if we made Solomon run after Michael in the rain." Belphie drawls out lazily, not even looking up from where he lies beside Beel. You stare at Belphie, "What is with you and the people chasing after people in the rain trope?" Belphie sticks his tongue out at you in response. Beel shakes his head. "That wouldn't be accurate. Michael hates getting his hair wet." Belphie smiles, "Good point Beel." Satan makes a sound of contemplation. "What if...we had Michael chase Solomon in the rain instead? The fact he hates getting his hair wet could show just how much he loves Solomon..." You laugh, imagining the scene in your head. "But why is Michael chasing Solomon?" Belphie smirks, "Because Michael said something bad about humans during a fight, Solomon got upset and ran like a maiden." Beel stops munching on his snacks, looking down approvingly at his twin. "That's really smart Belphie." "Thanks Beel." Belphie grins. "Yeah Belph, your angstiness is really paying off." You tease. "Oh shut up MC." He glares at you, but there's no real weight behind it. "Theyre right you know." Satan smirks. "I heard you blasting Paramore and MCR earlier." "Its good music!"Belphie says definsively. "Besides, it keeps me awake. Goodnight." He mutters, laying his head on his twins lap before closing his eyes. Five minutes of silence later, Beel opens his mouth, "He does wear eyeliner a lot when he's in our room y'know?" "Beel!" You and Satan laugh, Beel just smiles happily at everyone getting along. Belphie devises a plan to make you dream pigeons are going to take over the world tonight as payback.

im on a Lucifer being bullied by Michael spree rn 🧍‍♂️ also you can't convince me that Satan and Belphie aren't soso similar to Lucifer bc at the end of the day they're all just angsty emo teens &lt;3

[simplepotatofarmer]

fixer upper

a short rivals duo au fic based on this prompt by @mahikamihan! featuring robot technoblade and human dream! i hope y'all enjoy.

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It was the glint of light in the middle of the overgrown field that caught Dream’s eye.

All that was out here was grass and corn that hadn’t been harvested in at least two seasons, tall and brown and escaping the rows that once were carefully tended. There shouldn’t be anything glass or metal or tall enough to reflect like that and at first Dream thought he must have imagined it. But then the corn and grass began to thin until he was in a small, round clearing.

In the middle was what looked like scrap metal at first. He pushed some of the tall grass out of the way to get a better look.

“What—?”

Dream wasn’t certain what exactly he had expected but a robot wasn’t one of those things, especially not one that was shaped like a pig.

It wasn’t in good condition either; the pink paint that had once coated it was faded and peeling in most places and there patches of rust here and there. It seemed to be missing an ear and had been relegated to scarecrow in a long forgotten field.

Dream could’ve left it there, hauling it all the way back home would be a pain in the ass, but there was something the goofy eye sockets and the one bent ear that made him decide that maybe it would be worth it.

“This is so dumb,” he muttered to himself and began loading the robot into his cart.

Leaning back on his stool, Dream wiped his hands off on the grease stained rag.

He had been working on repairing the robot for days. At first he had thought of it as a side project, not something he really cared about, but now it felt important to Dream to get him working.

The first thing he had done was take care of the rusting before moving on to the circuits and wires that connected the operating system. Dream could have replaced it completely, upgraded it, but then it wouldn’t be him anymore and Dream wanted to see whatever personality program this pig-shaped robot had.

The work was almost done. All that was left was to replace the old battery with a new one and switch him on. There was a nervous flutter in Dream’s chest as he flipped on the power. If it didn’t work, he would’ve spent all this time for nothing.

And there was nothing at first.

Dream frowned.

Then there was a mechanical whirl and a low tone from the robot as the eyes lit up.

“Bbbb… Bbbbruuuuuuhhhhh.”

Dream waved a hand in front of the large white and black eyes.

The lights blinked, mimicking the way someone would slowly blink their eyes.

“Can I help you?”

Long pauses came between each word, as if the voice box was warming up, and maybe Dream was reading too much into it but he also sounded slightly annoyed.

“Well, I mean, technically I’m helping you,” said Dream.

The robot made a noise that definitely sounded like dissent. Dream narrowed his eyes a little about to say something when he was cut off.

“Really?”

The sarcasm was clear.

“Yes, really,” he said, pushing some scraps aside with his foot. “You’re—You shouldn’t even be able to ask that, sarcasm isn’t in your programing.”

“And you know this how?”

There was a slight glitch to how the robot spoke, cutting in and out, but Dream got the message loud and clear. He rolled his eyes and tried to keep the smile off his face. It didn’t work.

“Okay, I don’t but—but to be fair, you shouldn’t be able to respond like that.”

The robot’s one ear moved slightly, metal scraping against metal.

“Are you sure?”

Robots didn’t blink and so Dream gave a huff of laughter and looked away.

“No, but—Okay, fine, apparently you’re programed for sarcasm.” Dream reached for the small can of oil and greased the hinges of the ear. “Do you do anything useful?”

A low humming sound filled the pause before the answer.

“I’m optimized for combat and farmin’ potatoes,” he said.

“What!? That’s bullshit, there’s no way you’re programmed for combat.” Dream paused, tilting his head and grinning a little as the robot mimicked him. “The potato thing I believe, though.”

The robot lifted his arms in an approximation of a shrug. Those hinges squeaked as well and Dream greased them without thinking.

“I don’t know what to tell you, man.” The voice box cut out for a moment. “That’s my function.”

“Okay, sure,” said Dream, deciding that if he argued, it wasn’t going to go his way, and switching tactics. “Do you have a name?”

This pause was longer than all the others.

“Technoblade.”

“Technoblade? What kind of name is that?”

The white and black eyes narrowed.

“What’s your name?” Technoblade asked.

“Dream.”

“Dream?” A beeping sound followed, small lights on the side of Technoblade’s head flashing briefly. “I don’t think you’re one to be talkin’ about names, Dream.”

The bark of laughter that escaped Dream was involuntary and he tried to stifle it.

“Oh my god! You’re so annoying.”

“That’s also my function.”

Dream rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, let me finish fixing you up,” he said.

[go-learn-esperanto]

All I do is miss Grian with people he's only ever interacted with during MCC. (Fruit, Pete, Wilbur... etc.)

Grian loves being with Fruitberries man.

Putting Pete, Fruit, Wilbur and Grian in a team to see if Socket duo being absolute menaces who haven't played anything MCC related in ages will throw the rest of the team made of S tiers off.

[domidextrus]

Slimecicle finally remembered to sign up for MCC! Now I have an extra team to root for during the Halloween event aside from the return of Socket Duo (Grian & Wilbur). Green Goblins and Fuschia Frankensteins ftw!

By the way, how the hell did Noxcrew miss the golden opportunity to make Slimecicle's team the Orange Oozes? Like, come on, guys! You named the teams!

[duck-era-lexi]

first five teams thoughts

red> captain/dsmp is always so funny... i don’t think him and tommy have teamed before? also f1nn with the 100% winrate and jack with the clown.... love that for them

orange> skephalo!! also tapl leading team :D i missed him in mcc.  performance of this team really depends on skeppy because he’s played so few times and it’s unsure abt his skill level, like if he can 2nd frag or no. also, idrk spifey

yellow> i am a sapnap supremacy believer and a 5up anti so i dont know what to feel. but this team is so funny bcuz sapnap and 5up and like the least and most stressed ppl in mcc. i think this is the strongest team tho and also will be hated by the sub because sub hates sap

ps... 5up’s photo... ok

lime> not my taste but cool team! pete on lime AGAIN (same goes for solidarity; it’s a very lime team). like i legit feel like this team has happened before but i digress.

green> yes i love that socket duo is being competitive bcuz they deserve a chance to dub!! like yes they’ve always got the best vibes but it’s pretty rare that they can be a force

[michaels-two-dads]

I miss Socket Duo

I know G. I know

[no-oneknowsmyname]

The duality of socket duo

@ Scott I'm begging you this MCC pride give the gays what we want and put these two on a team again

[okkotsvs]

anonymous requested: Hello! Can I request a scenario for Yuuta Okkotsu where he has an s/o who’s very attractive and all the others students are like baffled on how a guy like yuuta managed to get with a person like them *Cue the first and second year students with surprised pikachu faces

⤏ contents: okkotsu yuuta x gn!reader; 1492 words; fluff; disbelief at the fact that yuuta snagged you somehow

⤏ notes: bringing the other characters in to interact is always something :D this one has more intro to the beginning but i wanted to write the others, too

Maki is the first to greet you at the front of the school. To be honest, she wasn’t expecting anyone. After all, would even show up to this secluded place in the mountains? It wasn’t everyday they’d have someone come in and at most it would be some representatives coming for her teacher. 

But this person was clearly not one of those reps, if it wasn’t enough for the fact that you looked closer to her age than the old geezers Gojo would complain about. Your greeting was nice enough if a little nervous from the way you looked at her up and down. Though, she couldn’t deny that she gave the same once over to you. Her eyes nearly budged out of her sockets in surprise before she spit out a hello and who are you. 

“Oh, I’m looking for someone.” You say casually, not missing the way her eyes narrow. It was intimidating because her expression was sort of calculative. Maki was just thinking to herself who it could have been. She hums in acknowledgement, sensing the waves of cursed energy coming off of you to deem you safe to expose to what was behind her. 

She wanted a simple walk around campus but now, she supposes, she’s bringing in a visitor. 

On the short walk from there to the first building, Maki was able to get your name and occupation. Turns out you attended another school for sorcerers besides the Kyoto one and are beginning the process of promoting another grade up. You didn’t miss the way her eyes would dart back and forth from ahead of her and to your face, almost as if she wasn’t sure you were right there beside her. Her real reason: you were unsure. 

Maki was confused to say the least. Anyone would have been able to say that you were definitely attractive, not that she would say it out loud for her own pride, and besides she just met you. Her sensei was more than enough to handle, especially with how he manages to slip in everyday that he was handsome. Maybe she was glad you didn’t do that. Or maybe she’d spent too much time around him. 

But that didn’t matter. She was stunned to have forgotten the most important question. 

“Who’re you looking for, anyway?” The both of you walk into the building and you perk up at the question, face beaming in excitement. But before you could answer, two students come barrelling in with a quarrel of some sorts. 

“You’re an idiot!”

“I already told you I was sorry!” A short haired girl had her arm wrapped around another boy's throat, rubbing the top of his head vigorously with her fist. You give a look over at Maki who didn’t look the least bit amused. In that moment, you realize that it wasn’t just the four of you now. There were three other students, or two and a… panda?, sitting on the common room couch with cards splayed on the table in front of them. At the sound of the door opening they were going to greet Maki back but realized there was another person with her. 

Their gaze never left you right as you stepped in, but you didn’t have to know that their card game took at least a three minute pause. Even the bickering duo paused eventually once they noticed a significant silence. Everyone’s eyes were on you. 

“So who’s this?” The panda speaks up, “I’m Panda.” Fitting.

“I’m l/n y/n,” A monotone hello resounds but their attention is definitely not on something, or someone, else. Maki notices this and rubs her nose bridge, pointing at everyone. 

“Emo’s Megumi, pinky’s Itadori, Kugisaki, and Toge.” There’s a quiet murmur of emo and pinky from their respective parties. Your eyes land on the most familiar one in the room, giving a kind smile and wave to Inumaki who seems to have kept his attention on you.

“Kombu.” He waves back. He makes a motion to jab a finger down the hallway to give you a message everyone wasn’t sure of. You nod after figuring out what he meant and smile.

“Okay! I hope you guys don’t mind if I wait here?” It’s more of a question to make sure you’re not pressuring them. A stranger coming in out of nowhere is strange, but the students don’t seem to be opposed to it from their quick responses. 

“No no!”

“Definitely not!”

“Yeah, you can stay.”

“Stay as long as you want!”

“Shake.”

Within seconds, you’re swept onto the couch and in between the first duo you saw. They’re asking you just general questions, Panda and Toge, even though he already knows you, listening with their full attention. Even Fushiguro’s paying less and less attention to his phone and subtly looking over at you.

It’s all well and good until one question pops up: “Is a hottie like you single?” Everyone’s heads turn to Itadori who looks just as shocked as they do. He immediately slaps a hand over his cheek from the mouth that had popped out. 

You stare confused for a moment before snapping your fingers. “You’re the Sukuna guy!“ You inwardly recoil from your choice of words but the aforementioned doesn’t seem the least bit deterred. In fact, Yuuji’s excited that you know about him even if it’s in a not-so-favorable way. 

You continue talking to them all the while still oblivious to the way they look at you. Down the hall, however, a door opens and out steps one more student. He hears chatting in the common room and checks his phone, mouth turning into a smile when he realizes what day it was. Rushing to the room, he slides to a stop right in front of everyone. 

“Oh Okkotsu,” Maki starts, “this is—“

“Yuu!” You stand up excitedly and waste no time in throwing yourself in his arms. He laughs, wrapping his own around your waist and bringing you into a tighter hug. You stay like that for a bit, matching bright smiles on both your faces, before you pull away. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, angel.” He says fondly. 

“What the hell?” It’s only then do you two remember the audience and Yuuta freezes, turning his head slowly to catch their faces. Itadori, Kugisaki, and Panda have their jaws to the floor while Maki and Fushiguro are conflicted on whether to feel surprised or not? They were unsure. 

The only one not in shock is Inumaki who was sitting back with his arms crossed, gesturing to his friend to explain. “Tuna mayo.” Their friends then stare at him. 

“You knew?” Inumaki nods his head but he doesn’t look all that pleased about it. It was only a few months ago that his close friend told him about you but that didn’t mean his initial surprise never waned. In fact, he was a little betrayed and sort of jealous in a good hearted way, if that wasn’t obvious from his posture and narrowed eyes. 

“Mentaiko.”

“Ah,” Yuuta has his mouth in an ‘o’ shape looking over at you. “Aha, this is l/n y/n.”

“We know.”

“And we’re… dating?”

“Is that a question or answer?” He flinches at the tones of Maki and Kugisaki but to be fair, everyone else in the room was more or less wanting to know how the hell he managed to get someone like you.

“No offense, Okkotsu-senpai,” Kugisaki starts, pointing at him, “but they’re gorgeous. How?”

“W-What do you mean how?” 

From his side you let out a laugh in amusement of the whole situation. You knew your boyfriend wasn’t the most bold or confrontational, he was a bit timid and shy but he always meant well. Even now, he hasn’t let you leave his hold, hands resting around your waist as comments of his friends’ confusion dart out.

You take it upon yourself to hold one of his hands and bring it up to your face, kissing his palm. “Because he’s Yuuta.” There’s the way you look at him which has the others mostly putting to rest their questions. Yuuta’s face reddens before he takes a hold of that same hand you grasped his with, pulling you along to his room. 

“It was nice meeting you all!” You call back, their presence slowly drowned out by the both of you, all unintentionally as you catch him up on the promotion and whatever else. Yuuta just likes hearing you talk. 

And the others could do nothing but wave in your direction as you went.

—

Bonus: 

After you two retreated to his room, the rest of them sat there without saying a word. But in their heads they were all thinking the same thing. 

Can I get that lucky?

A long sigh resounds, coming from Panda as he sits up and picks up the forgotten deck of cards. 

“Does anyone want to play ’Go Fish?”’

[hwkhs]

MSBY seeing their spouse & kid at a game

summary: the players have a big game coming up and you told them that you and your kid couldn’t make it because of (generic excuse), but little did he know you guys were just in the stands waiting for him to notice

characters: hinata shouyou, bokuto koutarou, miya atsumu, & sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader

warnings: post-timeskip so spoilers!

style & genre: headcannons; fLUFF, JUST WHOLESOME, DOMESTIC FLUFF

notes: i saw other people doing this and i wanted to do a take of it too & i’ve told myself that all i’m going to publish without a request is self-indulgent i have no shame, enjoy!

Hinata Shouyou

you told him you had an important business meeting that day and your daughter had an impromptu ballet lesson a stretch but he believed it

he was understanding but you could tell that he was kinda bummed

it’s the day of the game and he’s warming up with his teammates when you and your daughter snag a seat towards the front row

it is just in his peripherals if he looks there but he is pretty focused since it’s a game against the adlers

your and your daughter are sporting his jersey and you can see the sparkles in her eyes as she watches her dad warm-up

wait till she sees him actually play it’s so cute

the game starts and hinata opens it up with a quick, set by atsumu

you and your daughter cheer loudly and hinata turns to smile at the crowd, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets when he sees you two

he is so ecstatic and now that he knows you’re both there he plays even better

after the game he runs up to the two of you and hugs you both tight, the smile on his face never faltering

when the interviewers come to ask him questions, he hoists his daughter to sit on his shoulders as he talks animatedly about the match while she plays with his hair

everyone watching thinks it’s adorable, this daddy-daughter duo

“i felt even more fired up! why? well, it’s because my spouse and daughter are here!”

Bokuto Koutarou

HE WAS SO SAD AWWW

like you physically felt your heart hurt when his hair flopped down

he was looking forward to seeing you and your guys’ son at the game so he could have a boost to his energy and confidence

the team notices the slight change in his mood but he told them before--he’s not the same ace he was in high school so he wouldn’t let it affect his playing too much

little did he know hehe

your son is bouncing excitedly in your lap as he waits to see his dad

he is normally pretty bad at keeping secrets so it was surprising he faked a sad expression when he had to tell his dad he had schoolwork to finish

it’s preschool and hw is nonexistent but bokuto doesn’t need to know that

right when bokuto exits the hall to be seen by the crowd, your soon immediately perks up

“Dad!!”

bokuto’s, i kid you not, his hair straightens up and his head whips over to you two

he can tell your voices from a mile away and a large smile spreads across his face

“hey hey hey!! you guys are here!”

he has a game to play so he doesn’t run over to you two as much as he wants to

he’s playing so well and when the opponents saw you they already knew they were done for power of family amirite haha

when the game ends, he’s scooping both of you up in his arms and pressing kisses onto your faces, telling you how happy he is that you guys actually made it

Miya Atsumu

a hit to his ego aHA

he wanted to show off his skillz to you and the twins but no

you and the kids went to visit your parents you told atsumu that you guys might not make the game because you’d be coming home late

you guys actually made it back in time for the game so you drove to the game venue

you saw osamu in the front and he waves you down, giving the twins onigiri which they take gratefully

“he was sulking when he got here”

“really?”

“yeah, what a baby”

“i know, right?”

in the distance, atsumu sneezes

you guys find a seat pretty close to the front and the twins at this point are excited

they actually liked watching their dad play on tv and never really saw him play up close

you’re son wasn’t much of a yeller but during the entire game he was cheering along with his sister who was cheering every time atsumu touched the ball

you think he didn’t see you three but when the game ends, he walks right past the interviewer right to you guys

“how’d i do?” he has that infamous smirk on his face and you roll your eyes as your kids cheer at his legs

“you were so cool, papa!”

“yeah! the ball was like fwoosh! and boom!”

his expression softens when he carries them both with ease in each arm and he leans to press a kiss to your lips

the remaining crowd is in love with the sight of him answering questions with two kids dangling off his arms

Sakusa Kiyoomi

he’s nonchalant on the outside but kinda sad on the inside when you tell him that you were feeling under the weather and wanted to stay home

you told him you and your son were going to watch the game online so you guys really wouldn’t be missing anything

he also doesn’t trust anyone else to bring his son because germs

you made sure to takes extra precautions so your son was dressed with a mask matching one his father usually wore

all three of you liked to stay clean, though you and your son weren’t as extreme as sakusa

the seats you guys got was far from the front because your son didn’t like to be near a lot of people, but he could still see his dad

you could feel him shift and yelp as he was in your lap every time sakusa spiked the ball

he’s a pretty quiet kid so this was a little surprising to you

he was cheering in his own way awww

you had sakusa’s pass so you and your son could go on the court and see him

he does the unexpected and practically jumps out of your arms, running to his dad

hinata and bokuto see him first and try to approach him, but one glare from sakusa has them backing off

he has a look of surprise on his face seeing you guys there but the smile on yours is enough to have him do it back

he wanted to change before holding your son but he was insistently tugging on his uniform until sakusa picked him up

your son wasn’t one with words, so he pulled down his mask and kissed his dad on the cheek before throwing his arms around his neck

“OMI-OMI THAT’S SO SOFT”

“shut the hell up” he covered your son’s ears dw

[mmollymercury]

I love my little rat girl.

WIP of a fanfic I'm working on that's part of my 'inspired by WAACH' series on ao3, WAACH is by @glitternightingale 🥰🥰

For context: this is abt my Encanto rat ocs. Written as if you were like Antonio and could hear them talk.

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“I’m sorry!- I’m just pregnant with your litter, waiting for more stuffing for my nest- and you're playing dress up with the potato girl!? I know you’re new to this, Fernando but this is unacceptable! Do you care about these babies, or not?”

“Mi vida- of course I do! More than anything! lo siento! I swear, I’m so so sorry, I-"

He paused- the constricting fabric of the dress he was wearing, overtaking his attention. A thought then came to him-

Quickly, pinkish-beige claws fumbled at the clasp, fighting hard to pry the garment off of him. Maria stared, Lip twitching upward in frustrated confusion, showing clear as day: her two missing teeth and the peculiar sharpened ones that sat beside the empty spaces. The reasons why Bruno still fed her by hand- not even mentioning how her food needed to be cut into small pieces, lest she choke to death.

Black eyes squinting as nails began to dig into her arms, she groaned.

“Why are you spluttering, Fernando?”

Pattering away, unable to hold her gaze with him any longer, she seethed- haggard breaths folded her over the unfinished nest, the pain in stomach doubled tenfold; the mint-ish green of her eye sockets glistened- this hurt too much to bare and Fernando was only making things worse!

Why, he's the idiot that got her into this mess in the first place! Romancing her, making her let her guard down-had she completely forgotten about what happened last time? It might not seem like it but this wasn't her first rodeo with love-

She saw red-

“What is it now?!”

“Here!”

Despite better judgement. Maria turned at the odd response. Her mate was almost concealed by the pink fabric of the dress in his hands; only once she steadied herself against her nest did she properly see him: he was back to normal- just about- standing, or rather, kneeling before her while presenting the dress to her, like it was a gift. Maria looked at his hopeful eyes. She was the smart one of their duo but when it came to physical connections between her people, she was dumb; she raised an eyebrow, confused yet again.

Fernando caught on and laughed sheepishly. He still needed to remember that Maria was... Socially inept - don't tell her he said that though.

Still bracing herself against her nest and holding a paw to her belly, she listened as he elaborated:

“For you, my love! I know you like the softer fabrics, so- why not use this for our bed? Not to wear! After all, you look glorious without it!”

If she could blush she would have. With wide and expressionless eyes, she slowly reached and took the dress, saying not a word, even when she spun on her heal to rip the cloth up, making sure it was dispersed correctly around her nest.

But she was never good with positive feelings- minus, with mamá Bruno, of course. Maria liked to consider herself more human than rat, that's why she became partly disconnected from the mischief, choosing to only form a bond with him and her babies. Leading her to become this infamous, ominous, vengeful God type-thing in their colony. Luckily Fernando liked that in a woman.

Anyway - she wasn't good at carrying conversations accordingly either, so, instead she mumbled:

“Our bed, is it?”

Fernando bit his lip with his generous front teeth, “If... if you’ll have me...?”

“We’ll see now, won’t we?”

[sunrisefairy]

Sketches

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Y/N likes drawing people. More specifically, she likes drawing George Weasley. Which is fine, until she loses her notebook and George is the one who finds it. 

A/N: Okay so because of lockdown and me having legit nothing to do i spent the last 2 days writing this fic for @teawiththeweasleys​ writing challenge and i couldnt wait to share it with you. im lowkey very proud of it so i hope you all like it 

Taglist: @hufflepuff5972 @inglourious-imagines message me if you would like to be added!

Ever since Y/N was a little girl she was always drawing whether it was scribbles of her family, animals, magical creatures or plants, you could always find the girl with a pencil and paper somewhere nearby. For as long as she could remember her home was covered in her drawings, Y/N’s mum and dad would frame and hang up all of their daughters’ drawings all over the walls. They were so proud of Y/N’s creativity and encouraged her to keep creating her art. It had become a tradition that every year for her birthday Y/N would receive a new notebook and pencils form her parents and it was always her most cherished gift.

Over the last few years Y/N has become very intrigued with drawing faces, she loved how she could capture a person’s emotion with just some charcoal and parchment. More recently when Y/N was sketching she’d try to focus on the subtle and small features that make humans unique and beautiful, may it be the way their eyebrows arched in curiosity or the dimples and freckles etched into their skin or small wrinkles that danced near their eyes when they smiled. Y/N loved it all.

Because Y/N was so captivated with how facial features made everyone unique she found herself draw a particular ginger a lot more than anyone else. George Weasley. Everybody at Hogwarts knew George Weasley was the twin to the confident and loud Fred Weasley. And being that they are identical twins they look very similar. Y/N found it fascinating trying to pinpoint their minor physical differences and she had become quite good at it.

Her brown leather notebook, which if it wasn’t in her hand was usually found stuffed in her book bag, was full of sketches of George. It started of gradual, her drawings of the sweet boy. Y/N was usually found sitting on a bench in the courtyard if the weather was nice, drawing anyone she saw nearby and normally it was someone new each time. But when her eyes landed on the loud group of Gryffindor boys, she felt a pull to the tall boy with fiery hair who was standing next to his twin, both taking turns to tell a story which had the rest of the group engrossed. Y/N wanted to challenge herself, it was simple, she wanted to capture the features that made an identical twin unique.

Y/N spent the last few weeks ‘studying’ George in a very non-threatening and not at all creepy way. The pair had a few classes together being in the same year at school but the two hadn’t really spoken much to each other. So, Y/N admired from afar, normally from across the great hall or in class. She quickly learnt that George’s face was longer than his brothers, his eyes were more slanted, and his lips had a curve in them that was more prominent when he smiled, something he does a lot, Y/N observed.

~~~

The weather was particularly nice on this Saturday afternoon, so naturally Y/N found herself on a bench in the courtyard with her pencil tin open and a range of charcoals scattered around her as she doodled in her notebook (the one which wasn’t unofficially dedicated to George).

“Hello there little Gryffindors-” Y/N heard a voice call from nearby, the voice belonging to Fred Weasley. George was standing next to his twin and the duo were chatting to some unsuspecting first years.

“-anyone fancy a nougat? They are delicious” George finished; the twins shared a mischievous glance at each other.

Y/N quickly grabbed her other notebook and some charcoal and began sketching the boy’s face focusing on the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed at the poor Gryffindor who accepted the free candy which turned out to be a nosebleed nougat. Y/N was absorbed in her sketching she didn’t notice her best friend sit next to her, peering over her shoulder.

“Ah, drawing your lover boy again I see” Alicia chuckled as Y/N slammed the book shut.

“He’s not my lover boy, I’ve already told you; I draw him to-”

“-capture the features that make an identical twin unique. Sure, so if I flick through your other notebooks, I’ll find one dedicated to Fred too then?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “shut up.”

“Come on creeper, we told the others we’d hang out today.” Alicia pulled on Y/N’s hand as she quickly threw her notebooks and pencil tin in her book bag.

“Merlin, hang on! You’re gonna rip my arm out of its socket!” Y/N giggles hoisting her bag strap higher up her shoulder.

The two girls walked off, arms linked and laughing, neither one noticed the lone notebook that was left on the bench.

~~~

George, Fred and Lee were heading towards the great hall after their amusing interaction with a group of first years when the younger twin noticed a brown book perched on a bench. He detoured that way to pick it up, flicking through the pages in hopes he will find who it belongs to so he can return it.

George furrowed his brows as he dove deeper into the book. He expected it to be filled with notes and writing but he was not expecting to see drawings of people; of him and Fred. But as he looked closer, he quickly realised that they weren’t sketches of him and Fred, just himself.

“Oi! What are you doing? We’re gonna be late for dinner” Fred’s voice pulled him back. George shoved the notebook in his pants pocket and hurried after his twin very confused as to why the notebook was filled with drawings of him.

Later that night George found himself sitting on his bed in his dorm room flipping through the notebook. These drawings were incredible, whoever it belonged to had some serious talent but he couldn’t get over why someone had drawn him, let alone multiple drawings. Each sketch was different to the last though, some were of his whole face others just of his eyes or mouth. George was in awe of the skill this person had; they had managed to capture his face perfectly.

Some might view finding a notebook filled of drawings of themselves a little creepy, however George Weasley found it flattering. You see, for his whole life, George has seen himself as the other half of Fred. Most people in their lives couldn’t tell the pair apart and opted to talk to them and refer to them almost as if they were one person as FredandGeorge and not Fred and George. This notebook was proof that someone out there noticed George as a singular person, an individual, which made George’s heart flutter.

~~~

“Oh godric” Y/N mumbles pouring out the contents of her book bag on the table.

“Hey, Y/N relax. I’m sure it will turn up eventually.” Alicia says in attempt to calm her friend down.

Y/N ran her hands through her hair, very stressed. She had been searching for her notebook all morning with no luck worried that the wrong person had found it and would deem her a creepy stalker.

“How can I relax when my notebook-the notebook which is filled with drawings of George Weasley-has gone missing. Oh merlin, whoever has it will most likely recognise the drawings of George and give it to him and he’ll eventually find out that it belongs to me and think I’m a freak” Y/N’s arms are frantically waving around to empathise her point as she paces up and down the room.

Alicia stops in front of her friend, placing her hands on her shoulders, squeezing reassuringly “Y/N breath. You’ve told me a million times that those drawings are just about capturing someone’s facial features, right? It’s not like you have a crush on the guy so it doesn’t matter if anyone thinks that, because it’s not true.”

Y/N’s sketches of George Weasley had started just as Alicia said but it quickly turned into Y/N possessing a small, okay maybe huge crush on the red head and her trying to find any excuse to stare at him and draw. Y/N’s heart hammered in her chest at the thought of George being the one to find her notebook. There was no way George wouldn’t be freaked out and think Y/N had some weird obsession with him.

“Okay so when was the last time you remember having your book?” Alicia questions.

Y/N racks her brain trying to remember, “yesterday afternoon. In the courtyard on that bench, I was drawing him when you came over. I’m sure I put it in my bag but I haven’t seen it since.”

Alicia nodded, the two deciding that was the best place to start.

Y/N practically sprints to the courtyard, luckily there wasn’t many students here, giving it was a Sunday morning and everyone was probably still sleeping. The two girls look around trying to spot the leather book. Y/N sighs in defeat, collapsing onto the bench and groaing into her hands.

“Bloody hell, I can’t believe I lost it. I’m so stupid”

“Err, Y/N” Alicia nudged her friend’s shoulder.

“Geez, thanks Alicia, you’re meant to say ‘No Y/N you’re not stupid’”

Alicia widened her eyes at Y/N before glancing behind her, “look”.

Y/N follows her gaze and freezes. George Weasley was walking towards them, that in itself was strange but it wasn’t until Y/N looked down at George’s hand and noticed the missing notebook.

“Oh no.”

George had figured whoever misplaced the notebook would probably come back to the last place they had it to search for it. He was hoping for that at least. Not only did he want to return the book to its rightful owner, he also wanted to thank them for seeing him, for noticing him.

As George rounded the corner his eyes scanned the courtyard and were met with Alicia Spinnit and Y/N L/N sitting on the same bench he’d found the notebook on, bingo. Judging by Y/N’s wide eyes that were glued to the notebook in his hand and how Alicia gave her a pat on the shoulder before disappearing, George figured the drawings were the work of Y/N. George’s heart sped up with this information. The two of them weren’t close but were friendly having shared some classes together. George had caught himself on more than one occasion glancing at Y/N during lessons and mealtimes, wondering what it would be like to get to know her. Guess now he has a chance.

His feet stopped a few paces in front of the bench as Y/N gawked up at him.

George cleared his throat, “uh I believe this belongs to you?”

Y/N basically snatches the notebook from his fingers, feeling insanely embarrassed and when Y/N is embarrassed, she rambles. “Oh merlin, I’m so sorry! I’m guessing you looked through it, of course you did. I would have too if I stumbled across a stranger’s book. I’m also guessing you realised all the drawings were of you. Look I’m not some stalker, I swear. Like I’m not some girl that has a massive crush on you and decided to fill a notebook with drawings of you… Well I do have a crush on you. But I promise I didn’t mean to be creepy. I just, I like drawing people and you have a nice face.” Y/N chews on her bottom lip, forcing herself to shut up.

George opens his mouth and closes it a few times as he processes the girl’s words. “Wow, um- I want you to know that I don’t think you’re creepy at all. I was actually really flattered looking through your pictures. It’s nice to know someone sees me as me and not as an extension of Fred.”

The two stare at each other for a few moments, neither one knowing what to say.

George moves to sit beside Y/N, close enough that their thighs are touching, “they are really good by the way. The drawings I mean. You’re very talented.”

Y/N blushes at his words, “thank you. I don’t normally share my art, with the exception of my parents and Alicia.”

George places a hand over his heart, “well in that case I feel very honoured.” He runs his fingers through his hair as Y/N giggles before continuing, “I know we aren’t super close and I kind of hate that it’s taken me this long to ask but would you maybe wanna hang out sometime? Like a date.”

Y/N fiddles with the notebook in her lap trying to hide her excitement “for sure, I’d love that.”

George lets out a sigh of relief, “great, well what are you up to right now? Maybe we can hang out and you can draw more pictures of my handsome face.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and playfully shoves at his side “careful, your head might explode with all that ego. But yes I’d love to hang out with you right now.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

[writeranon69]

Yeetus Deletus, say goodbye to your fetus with

Dumb Ideas with the Writer Anon

Whether these ideas be Game Concepts, AU's, Mods, etc., I'm going to infodump about them. These are unscripted, infodumps essentially. I hope you enjoy.

Omori VHS returns later today, but for now...let's discuss a mod concept...

???

So. I'm sure you're wondering. What on Earth could I possibly be talking about? What kind of Mod could we be discussing??

It's an FNF Mod.

And a certain KIND of FNF Mod, one that's been used a lot lately. One that's been rather...

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YEPPER, WE'RE DOING A PIBBY MOD CONCEPT LET'S GO

and I'm sure you can guess what kind of pibby concept I'm going with based off my track record

O m o r i

anyway enough messing around, lemme write up a story here

So, essentially, Faraway Town somehow got hit with the Glitch after the True Ending, the only survivors of the ordeal being Kel and Bowen. Boyfriend and Pibby are searching Faraway Town for survivors and hoping to find some way to halt or stop the Glitch from spreading. They eventually run into a very worried Kel and a visibly panicking Bowen together.

Kel is wearing his usual clothes, which are torn and horribly ripped. He's also wearing a yellow headband wrapped around his forehead. He carries his basketball as a weapon. (And trust me, getting bonked in the head with a basketball HURTS) He's still cheerful and optimistic even with the events transpiring around the ruined town, but it's rather obvious that he's about to crack.

Poor Bowen has already cracked. He saw Daphne get completely taken away from the corruption. Her screams still haunt him. He wears his baker uniform, which is also ripped up a bit. He uses a Frying Pan as a weapon. He's still kind and courteous, but he's very jumpy and his anxiety has gone through the roof.

The two end up joining the duo of BF and Pibby as they scavenge for resources and survivors.

Eventually, however, they end up running into a, certain, someone...

In a big puddle of glitchy madness, it's noted by Kel that,

"It's Sunny!"

Sunny has been corrupted by the Glitch, a forced smile and the lack of a pupil can be seen on his face. His right eye is also missing, but the eye socket is wide open, blood still dripping from it. He also wields his steak knife, a glitchy aura around the knife. His whole mouth is stitched together, as to get the point across that this boy does NOT smile at all.

As in, this is what he looks like

YEAH, THIS MAN IS MESSED UP

The song Corrupted Sunny would sing would be a TWISTED version of My Time. All of his poses would show his mouth deformities. He would be swinging his knife trying to slash Boyfriend into two. He slashes to the beat, so don't worry about being thrown off on your singing whenever Sunny's about to swing the knife.

here's the icon/arrow/warning arrow/gimmick arrow for thought

please, do me a favor and don't hit these notes. you're going to get your hp low quickly if you do hit them.

Eventually, at some point during the song, a voice can be heard...

"Ĕ̷̛͎̗̙̟̯̜̞̺̖̌͗̊̒̆̈́̆v̶̨̙͍͚̟̦̝̘͍͈̰͎̜̱̗̦̼̂̊͐̒͂̿̽̈́͌̐̔̿̀̉̑̓̆̓͗̍̈́͋̉̑̅͘̕͝ę̶̢̨̡̡̻͙͓͕̟͈̗̼͍̝͚̪̺̜͓̱̖̱̈̿͑̾̃̀͛̓̄́̍͂̌̏͛̔͝ͅr̴̛̘̙̜̗̲̫͉͙͑̀́̾͊̋͒͛̎̋͑̂͑̉͂̚͜͜͠ͅͅy̴̡̛̲̣̜͔̦̳͙͚̳͇͎̗̋̎̐͌̀̔͆͋̎̓̅͐̈̽͊̉̌̍̽͐̈́͜͝͠ț̶̡̡̝̗̞̣͎̪̥̪̠̙̮̈́͛͂͋̀̓̈̌́̓̃̚̚͝ḩ̸̛̗̘̙̳̱̮̜̖̆̒̃͆̂͘i̸̺̞̗͖̺̩͍̭͍̼͎͉̪̝͓̊̈́̈́̀͌̚n̴̢̨̬̟̬̳͓̰̤̙̻͔̠̩͖̫̫͎̘̼̻̫͔͂͗́ͅg̸̢͎͈͍̘͈̼͍̱̳̞̻̦̙̲̼̒͆̈́̈́̓͑̍̏́̿̇͌͜ ̴̧̨̧̢̩̲̖̘͚̬̠͕̥͓̪̱̯͈̯͎͑̌͆͂͌̎̾̉͂͗̀̏̎̑͆́̅̈͐͠͠͝͠͝ẉ̵̡̢͉͍̰̹̘̳̮̠̜͓̭͙̜̜̥͕̲̼́͂͂̽̀͋̈̃͌̒̊̀́̌́͘̕͝͠ͅͅͅͅì̷̡̢̛̛̗̣̙̱̹͓̪͓̙͖̺͚͓̮͓͒̉̀͂̔̋͒̑̒̊̿̔̓͌̏͑̃̊̓͆̓̀͘͜͝͠l̶̝͖̬̂͋̕͝l̶̨̧̢͔̹̗͇͚̗͔͙̱̞̙̙̦̩̥̘̠̤̾̎̿́̾̐̿̈́͛̓̽̎̈́̐̾̀̋̾̿͛̆ ̶̛̮͓̻̱̰̞̖̠̺̖̫̰̜̄̈́̎̓̉́͑̈́̏͐̐͛̏́͆͗̄̿̾̚̚̚̚͜͝͝h̷̰̻̞͎͇̫̣̞͉̗̆̄́ę̸̨͚̤̞̣̦̳̭̬̩͈̯̝͚͂ ̶̫̺̏̍̃̆̇͑͑̽̚͘͝͝o̷̧̢̝͉̪̹̪̮̻̜͌̀͛͆̋̀͛̀͒͆̉̐̈̃̀̑̆̄͐͂̑̀̀͑͘̕͘͜͝͝k̵̡̨͈̮͙̭̼̥̙̱͉̝̞͎̓͛͗̂͜͜͝ͅa̶̝̭̣̯̝͓̟͖̰̻̼̫̒͊̎́́͠y̴͎̭̹͓̲̼͖͚̹͇͔̮̘̦̮͉͙̩̽,̴̨̲͓͎̬͚̮͕̬̲̬͍̥̳̯͙̬̮͓̠͕̜̹̼͚̃͆͘͝͝ ̷̧̡̛͎̤͍̰̟͆̊͋͆̈́͂͌̓͂͐́͋̄̃̅̑̒͑͘͠͝Ş̴̭̮̙̤̹̬͍͚̣̲̫̹̹̜̤̘̜̪̦̯̙̌͑͌̐͛̀̓́̂̀̌͑̀̆̆͋͒̇͋͐̀͑̏͑̕͘͝͝͝ͅu̸̢̨̨̦̤̱̮̯̳̙̯̞̳̫̖̯̤̣͇̫͎̞̰̯͙̤͌͊̾̀͗̾̉̉͜͜͜͝n̶̩̼̱͇̘͓͈̑̊̅ņ̸̘̗̳͇̪̬̰̺̱̦̫̠͙̗͙̾̾̈́̐̈́̃̀̓̊͗͊̀͗̒̀͆̓͌́̈́̍̐͒̽̌̈̀̀̋ͅy̶͖̮͈͍̒̓̊.̵̡̨͕͔͕͓̭͉͖͇̖̖̳̫͕͔̟̝̣̮̭͇̫̪̬̲̠̊̽̐̓̉.̸̡̡̧̨̭̟̳̠̪͙̜͖̳̟̭̲̖͖̈̈́́̉̌̊̍͗̎̏̿̈͂̓̓͗͌͘͘͘̕͘̕͝ͅͅ.̷̘̪̪̲̦̞̳̭̬̦̃́̾͂̓̽̕̚͜͠ͅȩ̸̢̩̠̬̱͚̩̻͖̞͓̯̤̺̯̹̪̖̼̺̯̋̒̿̾̎̈̎͗̽͑̀̄̄́́͆̈͛̎́̇̂͒̊͊̄́̋̕͘͜ͅv̸̡̗̮̪͈̞̯̼̥̞̝̪̜͆̅͂̐̇̾́͌̾̒̀̄̇̓̃̄̔͒̊̌̚̕e̶͕̣͓͚͉̤̦̮̅̇̆͆̓͊̑̀̓̽͗̂̄͑̋͆͆̑͊̒̅͆̓r̷͇̙͔͓̦̭̪̫̣̝̲͖̈́̆̌̍̈͘ͅy̴̧̨̡͎̱͎̤̖̤͔̲̦̗̙̞̗̖̜͚̙̳͕͈͙̽͋̓͂̉͊̍̓̾̌͗̽̀͑̄̊̕̚͝͝͝ͅẗ̵͚̞̯̝̬̲͚͉͉̲̞̠̩̀͂͆̇͐́͆̉̒̒̉̎̎͐̏̀̄͐̋̍̇̚̚͜͝͠h̸̢͖̤͈̎̌͐̈̾̀̚̚i̵̳̦͊͐̀ņ̷̡͇̟̱̺̮̦̼̮͇͓̗̥͎͒̌͋͛̒̌͒͝͝ģ̴̢̛̩̖̥̣̘͇͇̥̣͈̣̜̖̘̺̣̜̣̫̙͈̫̱̪͙̉̉̄́̾̋͗́͐̆ ̸̰̥͉̣̃̋̈́̔͌̎̋͌̇͐̓̽̔̓͂̇͆̂̒͘͝ŵ̴̨͈̥͎̟̱̓̕į̵̡̭͚̖̲̪̺̮͓̥͓͔̟̮̼͓̬̬͖̞̒͒̿́̃̉̅̍͒̿̀̎̄̆̓̆͠l̴̢͇̥̙̬͎̠̲͉͙̦̝͖̠̹̺̯͍̲̫̈́̿ͅl̷̬͍̏̆͐͊̉̾̅̆̾̈́̚͝ ̷̧̢̙͉̰̪̩͈̭̖̆̅͊̍͝b̶̧̢̠̻̺͍̜͈̲̻̗̫̟̰̥͓̜̙̼̜͔͚͕̌̏͋̏̈́́͂̆̒̊̐̈́͑͛̾̿́͌̐͌͐̒͐̀̚͜͜͜͝͠͝e̶̪̗̹̞̭͑̚͝ ̸̧̡̡̛͙̙̱͚̙̗͓̲̺̐͛́̋́̎̇̌̉̐̌̌͐̑̽̇͝͝o̷̧̧͖̞̝̣͔̞̰͎̻͍͖̺͈̟͉̣̯̩̦̓͂̍̎̔̈̿́͐̓͋͌͠k̸̢̧̥̰̙̫̠̝͕̜̠̻̗̼̜̻͌̎͐̇̂͋͂͌̿͊̊̓̆͐̊̕̚̚͠͝͝͝ͅa̷̢͗͑̽̀̈́͂̅͠ÿ̵̨̢̢͖̫̗̦͖̯͎͕̗̹͍͉̩̟͚̯̥̘̞̮́̂̍̐̀͝ͅͅ.̴̢̪̲͈̫͎̰̠̳̖̣̻̲̮͈͎̖̬̏̈́̔̏́̆̿͒̇̽͊̍̇͘͝"

BASIL shows up! There isn't much to talk about the guy. His flower on his head is wilted and glitched, no pupils, huge smile...

oh and he's holding his garden shears and he's singing with sunny in a twisted version of sunnflower supremacy?????

YEAH, THIS IS WHERE WE'RE GOING WITH THIS.

The two are now singing this version of My Time as a glitched, melting duet! Talk about making new memories...

Basil's Glicthed Shears work differently than Sunny's knife. You HAVE to hit these or else you'll lose health. You have to deal with this, in conjunction to the knife, so remember what to do before you're sliced by the Sunnflower Duo.

oh, and, just for funsies, corrupted basil and corrupted sunny are holding hands whilst dueting. Sunnflower reasons.

After some time during the song, another voice is heard...

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̵̨̡̛͓̲̜̳͔̞̟͈͔͓̫̫̲̣̤̐̃̇͐̂̂̀̀̏̒́̿̏͂̂́̆͗̀̈́͌̈́͑̌̇͐̀̈ͅỸ̷̨̨̹̜͙̠̝͙̼͇̤͎̼͚͈̞̼̹̟͉͖̼̝͓̩͉̩̘͇̺͕̬̇̓̒̇͊̇͐̚͘͜͝ȏ̸̘͍̣̱̄͒̍̈́͂́͛͌̋̐̓̌̓̎͆͆͌̍̒̆̾̉͌̚͘̚͠u̷̝̰̣̯̜̒̍̎̀̈́̀̅̍̍̉̊̀́̕͘'̵̧̢͖̞͔̳̖̥̗̻̺͓̠̊̀̒͐̐̀͌̈͜r̸̨̢͍̙̭̗̼̲̟̱̄͜͜é̸̫̦͎̰̭̤͕͉̀̓̈́̇ ̵̧̢̧̢̛̞̩̤͈͚̱̗͎̼̗̺͈̬̜̼̪͔̰̈́̂͋̒̽͌̐̌̔͆̐̋̀̃̉̅̾͐̋́͛́̒̃͗̐͘͘̚͜͜͜͝ͅt̸̨͔͇̭̫̫̣͖̞̬͖̰̻̹͈͉̤̩̗̬͖̥̜̭̄̔̃̈́͋̉̅̑͋̐̓̆̄͑́͋̔̊͊̈̉̅̍͆̎͑̕̕͘͠͠ͅḧ̸̠̣̗̘̖̖̯̦̱͚̹͓͔͙̩̩͑̉̈̇́̍͗͊̄̓̋͗̎͐͗̀̏͌̀̎̀͒́͗̋͘͘͝͝͝͝ͅe̵̯̠̙͔̞̼͙̭͂͂ ̵̱̰͖̫͔̎̇ơ̸̧͙̈́̽̎͋͋͗̈́͛̏̑̈́̾̅͌̈́̎̈́̈́̽̕͝͝͝n̴̢̬̘̜͇̻̘̞̣̼̳̝͓̥̪̙͓̬̙͚̗͑̈́͛̓è̶̡̛͖̹͕̖̪̱̝̱̼̦̮̳͍̳̳̜̰͈̝͙̦̐͂̍̓͐̌͒͐͝ ̴̧̨̖͉̙̩̻̩̠̣̥̱̙͉̰͈̰̹̱̯̘̰̭̠͌̓́̓̀̋̉̾̋͆̚̚̚̕ͅh̴̢͔͓͚̻͇͍̻̜̙͖̫̗̙̀̃̾̒͌͘͝ͅą̵̢̢̥̝̪̘̓̊̌̇̋͌̍̈͐̐̈́͋̈́͂̂̑͐̀͒̓̊̌̍̂̆̈̌̑͘̕͝͠n̴̢͕̹̠͔̱̖͛́͐̈́͂͐̒͑́͑͌͐̐̓̀̅̈͗̆̏͐͐̈́̅̔̕͘̕̕͜͠͠͝͠g̶̲̪̬̺̲͎̟̰͚̋̒̑̒͛͛̆̒̕ͅȉ̴̢̨̛̛̖̳̼̘͉̹̗̺̰̯̜̱͔̤̺̘̼̦̱̺̬̂͐̐̿͌̌̃͆͌́̑̈́̀͗̃̑̽͆̔́̕̚̕͜͜͝͝͠n̵̨̨̢̢̧̡̨̞̹̳̻̫̪̯͙̥͕̤͈̣̩͚̜̭͇̈͒̇̏̾̒͋͑̓͑̾̄̔̊̏̎̚̕̕̕ͅͅǵ̶̥͕̥̳̗̱̜̆̆͑̃͂͛̈̽̇̂͋̿͋͑̈̓̃͂̊̐̒̒͑͊́̄̓̏̅̆͘͝ ̵̡̧̧̛̝͈̗͕͕͓̖̺͍͎̯̳͎͕̳͓̭̯̮̫͚͇̘̙̂̏̏̑́͋́͌̅̔̀̌̃̏̒̚̕͜͜͝͠ờ̶̡̨̧̖̳̬͎͎̙͉͈̣̺̲̗̝̺̫̮̣̻̠̻͙̜͒̿̀̔̈̈́͐̋͗͒́́̈́̍́̇̎̈͂͌̀̿͘͜͝͠͠͝ͅư̵̢̡̘̳̫̠̥̬̗̬̲͚̞̑͒̊͗͂̑͌̍̐̈́̚͜͝͝ͅṫ̵̢͎̹̭̥͖̖͎̭̜͍͓̘̗̤̤̙̠̱̹͎͔͖̮̝̩͖̥͒̈̂̍̄̇̀̒̈́̏̈́̇̈́̊̆͂̽͒̐͆̒̒̓̈́̾̃͑͘͜͝͠͝ͅ ̵̡̮̘̣̼̻̻́̏͑͗͛̾̆̋̄̂͗́̓͑̍̏̇̐̄̎͐͋̐̈̋͝ẅ̸̛̱̝̻͔̞̖̦̼̦̥̻͚̙̹́̐͐̈́͆̇́͋̀́̀̀́̿̿͑̾͛͆̑͒̚̕̚͜͜͝i̴̱̭̝̪͇̫͊́͐̅̀̇́̑̈̆͌̆̌͌̿̈̚̕͝͝͠t̴̛̥̙̺̞̝̯̯̐̓́̾̂̈͐̔́͌̓͂͒̚̕͝ͅh̷̡͈̼͔̪̙͖̖̩͍̰͈̠̤͍̞̲̪͙̦͚̓͜͝ ̶̡̨̧͖͓̪̪̬̠̳̗̲̘͍̳͉̥͈͕̾̌̄̀̉̿͋͗̆̂͐̉̈́͐͋͛͘͜͜͜a̶̞̔̈͛ ̷̛̥͉̩̼͍̝͌̔͛̌̈̈́̑̾̾͛̌͊̽̑̃͆͋̅̓̌͌͐̚̕͠͝P̸̣͈̫̯͕͖̮̪̥͓̻̻̭̻̮̯̘̳̊́͆͑̐̎͋̈́͒͊̄́̐̚Y̵̬͉̺̤͎̗̖̫̳͕̺͌͐̈̂̉̇̿͜͝S̸̝̮̬̥̑́̀̌̾̇̿̐͐͗͛͒͆͂̕͘͜͝C̷̡̡̢̛̻̤̰͚̭͍͎̜̰̯̮̠̖̻̉͒̈́̃̃̏̏̌͑̀͋̇͜H̴̡̨̨͇̝̮̣̫̘̜̫̼̜̳̣̞̮̲̫̻̐̐͛̋̒͂̽̓́̓̄͌̾͐̆̀̀́̒͛̚͘̕̕͘͜͝͝ͅͅO̷̢̗̪̖̩͖̝̫̰͖͙̲̹͚͇̜̖͍̮̙͔̠̝͚̱̪̯̳̺̲͇͕̘͛̍̓̒̋͋́̊̂̆̊̋̊͝Ṕ̸̢̛̠̭͔̟̻̻̯̞̱͖̜̝̖͔̾͐̃̔̃͋̿͑͋̓̋͝ͅĄ̸̨̨̼̖̫͖̬̫̣̯̬̼̝̥̯̦͔̟̬̺̅̊̃͒͒ͅT̵̢̡̢̨̢̖̭̩̩̜̘͇̪͉͔̜͖͓̲̜͎̯̹̞̙̮̞͍̻̫̐̽́͊̑̆̇͛̿͗̓̔́̅̇̂́̎́̅͊̏̃̕͘͘͜͜͠͝͠H̸͖̟̓̏́̈́̉̈́͒̄́̄̌̃̑̓̉̏̎͂̔̕͝ ̸̢̧͓͎̣̫͖̩̽̽̀̋̋̿͌̾͊̎̀̋̓̑̋̕͝͝ͅW̷̧̙̰̺͍̞̞̜̟̤͔͔̰̘̦̖̉͂̇̎̓̒̓͘͘I̵̢̗̻̫͚̤̭̲̿̌̏͗̎̔̂̂̂̓̋͌̎͑͗̈́͛̿̾̈́̂͐́͋́̇͝͝͝͝͝T̷̡̛̬̫̩̱̖̗̪̗̪̲̪̩͓̱̻̺̩͈̦͕͍͕͇͎̙͊̾̏̂̐̐̌̍͗̈́̉̈́̾̌̄̃̄͊̃͐̕͝͝Ḥ̸̡̢̨̖͖͕̻̗͈̪̩͔̲̬̀̀̿̾̍̒́͐́̐̉̇̓͆̋́̂͘̕͘̕͜͝ ̵̧͖̥̀̐̆̾̐̌͂͊͌͆̔̿̈̐͘̕͝A̸̢̛͔̮̗̠̜͙̠͈͒̄͗͛̓̍̀́̎̀͛͂͊͗͂̓̾̈͋̒̔̚̕̚͜͝��̧̨̯̫̗̤̠̺̘̝̟̮̗̱̯̳ͅ ̷̢̡̠̬̪̝̣̓̌̀K̷̡̡̡̛̪͙͓̙̰̳͉̔̾͌͌̎̿̒̆̊̽̿̂̒̀́̒̾̋̕͝͝͝͝Ñ̸̛̺͇̬̇͒̎̔͂͌̀͠͝Į̷̨̨̢̢̨̨̛͈̖̺̜̯̤̮̭̳̻͛̊͒̆͑́̓̀͐͗͋͆̏͊̚͜͠͠F̸̨̖͎͕̤̠̖͍͕͈̹̰̺̣͍͖͔͖͑͑̒͌͒̒͗͛̔̓̅̄̾̽́̃̇̊̑̔̓̕̚̚͠Ę̴̛͈̘̬͉̳͓̮̟͔̘̬̲̙̘̲̥̲̻̼̗͖̓̒̅̄!̵̨̫̓̏́͒̈́̈́͂̾̉͛͗̀͛̈́̒͑͑͐́̈́͊̔̋͌̌̈́̈́̄͝͝͝

̶̡̧̘̳̬̩̯͚͎̹̝̟̱̣̻̥̻̏͛͆͐

̶̠̲͔̟̭̩̤̞̟͖̌͐̀͆̓̿͋̒̿I̵̛̛̦͚͚̙̻̻̦͖̥̹̯̬̿̇͌͑͂̽͌͋̊̔̈́̆̍́́͑͂̒͊̓̎̕̚͘̕̕̚͠͝f̴̨͕̮̥͇͎͓̘̥̞̘̖̹̗̹̮̯̻̙̲̘̣̪͕̝̥̹̐̃̉̏̂̄͛̽̕ͅ ̸̧̛͚̺̠͙̩̼̝͉̬̱̖̻̝͍͓̺̗̳̠̳̣͌̉̃͊̄̒̐͊͛͛͂̀͂̐́̔͗̓͛͋̽̌͛͘̕͜͜͝ͅÿ̵̢͕͍̦̼̣͈̭̞̱͚͓̻́͊̍̋̈̔̈͘͘ͅö̷̧̧̧̨͖̳̫̳̞̼̘̹͇́͐͗̓̎̉ͅų̶̛̤̜̗̌͑̄̈̎̏̓͂̐͂̀̑̈́̅̕͝ ̸̧̡̛̛̗̲͇̣͔̠̩̝̣̺̜̯̗̪̼̠̀̉̉̀̎̀͒͂͛̀̄̔̓̔̕̕͘͜͝ẉ̶̧̨̢̨͙̹̱̙̜̰̪͇̫͍̤͎̦͍̝͌̇͋̀̀̀͂͜͝ą̵̛̛͇̘̫̩͎̭͇̻̯͎̞͊͐̀̈̈̓̆͝n̴̙͙͂̓͂̈t̵̨̺̜̝̝̗̽́̎̓͋͊̓͘ͅ ̷̨̢͔͔̌̊͒́͆̍͊̌͗̏̊̑́̾̓̓̏̄̃̋̑͊͆̏͌̉͝͠͝͠͠m̵̨̨̢̧̹̪̟͖͉̺̫̟̝̜͈̤̯͈̳̤͂̈́́̂̀́̽̎͒͋̒̔͘͜͠͝͝è̷̡̥̜̟̳̲̦̍͂̄͒̊̈́͌͑̄̋̌̒͂̄̉͆̿̚͜͝ ̵̡̨̡̧̛̬͎̝̫̬̘̭̻̝̳̭͉̎̈́̂̿̾̒̑̍̋͆̀̀͛̔͊̅̑͌̌͊͘͘̕̚͠ṯ̸̨̡̡̧͙̭̪̲̠͇̞̘̳̙͂͋̈́̀͋̑̂́͆̄͜ǫ̶̧̡̖̬̘͍̻̱̺͔̲̝̩͖̙̝̯̞̓̀͐͌̏́̊̎̊̒̂͗͂̉̌͗̆͛̑̋̅͑͋̾́̀́̈̕̚͝ ̴̧̢̡͎̯̯̫̙̩̯͎̻̖̦͍͈̠̘̠̬̌̍̈́̋́̒̚͜͜b̷̧̛̹͙̮͚̠̯͚̩͚̗̔͛̍̀̈̅̀͌̉̍̔́̓̀̃̉̿̆̓̕͜͜è̵̡̡͔̟͇͔͎̯͓͉̞̤̣͇̪͙͎̺̘̠̟̠͔̺̯̺̲̏̂͛̅͜ ̷̢̺̑͋̇̃̊́̐͌͂̑̃̈͑̋̚ͅà̴̢̨͕̣̫͙͔̻̫͚̩̘̗̝͙̣͉̳̓̂́̂͜ ̸̨̫̤͓̞͈̠̺̜̞̞̤͎̜̙̙͍͐̾̽͂̌̆̈͜b̶͍̙̫͇͍̗̯̜̂̀ủ̴̡̨̨̡͎̠̯̱̬͈̹̬̣̭̰̱̟̤̪̞͚͙͈̹̜̳͓̮͇̲̀̆̀́̒͝l̶̛͔̫̂̿̐̋́̽̅̊͐͋̋l̶̤̭͉̳̲̤͔̼̍̀̈́͛̎̂̂̓͂̈̌̾̆̈́͛̈́͌̀̈́̓͗̄͐̔͘̕̕͠ÿ̸̢̧̛̰̩̣̱̟̜̼̭̯͕̳̪̝̺͍̞͍͍́̾̋̿̏͊͋̒̐͝ͅ.̶̧̧͔͖̻͔͈͙̭͖̺̲͔̺̝̏̊̑̎͊̉͋̓̓͂̓́̐̒̏̅̈́͛̓͂̈̎͘̚̕͘͜͠͝ͅ.̵̨̰̹̞̭̤̗̱̘̫̰̤̮͇̦͖̫̪̱̬̟̖̎̌̃̑̽̈͒̄͂͛̈́̂͂̈̀͒͆͐͗̅̿̆̅̿͊̂̓́̕̚͝ͅͅ.̵̛̥̳̦̲̺̱̋͆͋͋̍̓̋̓̾̽́̈́̔͌͗̓̔̉̇̈́̍͗̌̄̕̚̕̕͠͠T̷̢̠̭̝̺̫̣̻̞̱̱̫̩̗͎̳̥̋͆̿̄͐͊̈̀̓̇̇̓̅̋̚̚H̶̛͖̠̟̭͔̤͙͎̫̰͉̝̟̻̗̫̻̻̙̏͂͗̓͊̾̋̂̌̓̊͝͝E̵̯̽̽̒̊́̍͐́̊̎͑̂́̂͊̊̄̕͝͠͝N̸̢̨̛̗͚̤͎̯̜̘̠͚͙͈̩͔͈̣͑̾͊̇́̇̐̾̈́͌̒̅͑͛̄̓͆̒͒̓̃̈̀̅͆͜͝͠ͅ ̷̨̧̥̗͙̥̲̼͙̮͉̼̩͒̔͊̐̋́̈̍̋̑̀̌͐͐̚͠Į̸̡̲͈̝̟̤̲̜̥̫̔̓͆̚'̵̡̨̧̡̯̙̙̖̝͚͔͓͇̖̱̦͎̟͇̺̦͗͑̃͘L̷̢͇͍̰̗̖̯̘̮͉̪̗̪̺̝̘̔̈́̅͝͠L̴̢̘̲̗̟̝̰͉̻̟̝̩̣̥͍͙̮͉͙̙͍̤̈́̅͑̌͛̓̈̔̋̈̅̔̄̆̿̓͌̀̂͆͐̋̋̚͘ ̸̢͎̳̜̬̹̰̻̜̟͗̔́̃͗͛̈́̈͐̓̋̔̔̑̾̒̇̊̾̃̅̚̕̚ͅB̴̳̩̋̏̿̎̇̐̾̃͛̉͆̓͋͋̌̏̔̀̍̈́̈̆̈́͑̃͒̕̚̚͝E̵̢̡̡̡̛͖̮̻̳̥̫͙̬̣͎̬̞͐̾̍̊̀̿̍̽͐̆̈͘ ̸̡̛̥̭͕͔̜͖͖̠̬̲̱͇͎͈̃̏͆́̓̒͐̉͗͂̓̕͘͝ͅA̶̗͉̟̣͉̗̰̹̪̹̜̺͚̖͙͈̦̖̭̫̣̅͗̉̐͋̔͌̑̌̉̅̽̓̔͑̽̍͗̃̕̚͜͜͝͠͝ ̸̧̧̨͙̠̻̯̜͐͗́́̈̇̓̇̅̔́͊̇̈́̃̓̾͜͝͝B̸̧̨̨̡̢̛̛̩͙̞̗̺̙͍̰͓̟̗͚̞͖͚͇͙̳̺̭̳͓̓̿͗͒̅͐̿̃͗͗̋̋̇̓̊̑͊̄̅̌̕͘͘͜͠͠ͅU̵͔͚͉̹͇͇͉͖̝͔̮̤̘̹͙̱̭̺̼̤̭̣̰̤͂͗̎̒̿͝͝ͅL̶̡̢̛̙̪͓̣͕̺͕̞̟̫̰̩̳̺̀̒̏͌̃̏̎̓̂̓̐͋̂̎̎͋̃͐̕̚͘̚͜͝ͅL̶̨͔̹̮̳͎͇̟̯̣̝̙̪̒͊̄́͊͋̐̕͝Y̴̧͍̳̥̱̙̖̞͕̲͓̭̱̪͇̰̠͚̼̠̣͙͈͔̤̘̤̠̺̅̎̐̀̐̓̓͑̏̿͌́͒̽͊́̏̈́͛̑͋̆̈́́́̚̕͜͝ͅͅ!̶̢̡̧̜͉͙̳̺͍̺̥̜̣͋̄̌͂͊̽̅̓͑͌̒̈́̄̿͆̀̐͂́̑̍̋͘̚͜͝ͅ!̴͔̟͕͈̻͖̪̱̞̝̹͙͚̝̲̯̝̱͊͌͊̅̄̍́͛͛̂͂͑"

AH CRUD, IT'S AUBREY!

It should be shown that BF, Pibby, Kel, and Bowen look very uncomfortable now. Especially Kel and Bowen, it hurts seeing their friends like this.

also, the corruption kinda ruined things about the characters in this point in time. For example, Sunny's missing his eyepatch and is forced to open his empty eye socket. Basil's flower in his hair is glitched and wilted. And for Aubrey, her headband has been torn a bit. The characters' clothes are ripped a bit too, Aubrey's jacket showing a TON of wear and tear.

Aubrey is essentially the Eggman in Triple Trouble of this song. She changes the song from My Time to her battle theme, It Means Everything (did I get that right? I hope I have that right.), and swinging her bat wildly.

Aubrey has TWO arrow icons, and they both behave differently. The regular Baseball Bat you need to hit to dodge. The LITERAL SPIKED BAT, YOU DON'T HIT.

Sunny and Basil are STILL SWINGING THEIR OBJECTS AS AUBREY SINGS AND SWINGS HER BAT. This is meant to overwhelm the player with how much stuff they need to keep track of. Why overwhelming? Well...that's what the corruption is supposed to do. Corrupt and Overwhelm.

Eventually Aubrey starts singing My Time again with Sunny and Basil. Setting the Sunnflowers on fire again, huh?

Eventually, laughter from two people that Kel and Bowen find all too familiar ring through the air.

Hero and Daphne are blobbed together, their bodies looking as though they're melting. I can't exactly...draw this out? So just take their faces.

Kel and Bowen look terrified seeing their siblings turned into monsters. They have smiles on their faces, but...they're not genuine.

"H-Hero...?"

"Daphne?!"

The pleas from the younger siblings don't reach out as the older siblings are too focused on beating Boyfriend and Pibby.

BF looks behind him, seeing how terrified Kel and Bowen are. It only makes him angrier. He holds the Uzi and aims for Hero's face.

"WAIT, BF, DON'T!" Kel yells at Boyfriend.

B A N G !

BF opens his eyes to see a bullet hole through...

Mincy, who's missing her glasses and eyes have red X's in them.

Ì̴̢̢̳͖͍̞͕͈͉̬̗̗͈͓̬̫̻̟̯͖̼̮̞̻̳̪̻͈̲̝͓̼̱̫͚̼̭̥̖̟̲͒̈́͆͜ͅ'̵͔̩̳̦͖̠͍͚̤̰̥͖͙̠̙̰̱͕͔̣̼͗͆͌̍̅̇̈́̃̍̋̾͐̀͐̑̎̂̔̒̉̋̋̑͘͝ͅͅͅļ̷̡̛̱̫͈̲̥̤͎̯̻͕̘̳̲̗̠͍̮͌͗̔̑͛̓̈̍̊̈̒̿̋͂̔̇̀́̇̀͑͌̚͝͠l̵̛̛̤̺̙̖͈̖̱͔̬̋̍̂̂̃͑̂̈́̐̊͋̌́̍͊̃͊̇̀̓̈́͋͆̄̇̕̚̕̚͘̕͘ ̴̨̡̡̛̛̦͔̳͉͙̘̮̫͖̌͑̿̔̉̑̋̊̈́͂̓̏͒͋͛̍͛̾̕̚͝ḩ̴̡̛̛̯͍̩͙̙̜͒͑̔̿̉̒̈́͌̅́͐̽̒̈́̆͐̿̐͊̐̈́̓͒̌̓̈́͗̊̋͊̈́̑̓̓̕̚͝͝ę̷̧̧͇͙̳͇̩͔͙̙̲̲͇̦͚͙̼̮͈͖̘̬͚̖̩̥͚̲̫̭̬̣̝̜̗̦̝̫̻̦͕͙̀̾̌̍̑͆̒̔͑̌̈́͗̈̏͗̒̿̌̈̍́̈́͗̽͊̿̈̉̅͛̍̊́̔̾̿̕̚l̷̛̝̙̯̝͇̫̪̮̰̩̬̉̋͊̿̽͌̀͘̕̚͘͘ͅp̸̠̱͓̯͈͉̹̩̼͙͕͆͆͜ ̷̫̅̔̑̄͐̓̌̌͐̍͐͋̍̊̐̈́͗̇̈́͐́̉̒̆̏͑̈́͝͝ỷ̵̥͆̂̆͛͒͌̀̔̈́̚͝͝͝͝ớ̵̡̢̡͇̦͈̹̺͖͈͓͇̟̯̠̯̻̪̞͔͈͎̞́̃̉̃͜ͅȗ̵̢̞͙̤̖̳̬̘̰̣͙̯̙̭͎̩̱̩̹̜̘͓͍̰̬͚̘̤̙͑͜͝ ̵̨̧̧̡̛̞͙̩͙̩͇̳̭͙̺̫͔̪̗̭͕̩̱̼̟͈̘̘͔̳̜̺̥͈̖́̓̾̅͋̑̿̑́̆̓̾͆̐̈́̓̅̀̉͌̋̓̆̓̄̈́̐̒̿͋̚̚͘͜ͅl̴̡̧̨̨͎͉̪̫̪̼̙͉͎̱̻̙͓̺̙̹̲̦̤̥̘̬̱̩̞͚̩̬̳̭̓̈́̈́͒̐̓̅̇̐͂̒̐̋̀͂̃͛͆̓̈́͂̍͆́̓͂͌̀̀̐̒̈͆̃̈̾́͒̆͛͘̕͠ͅī̵̧̢̘̞̼͈͎̣͚͓̖͖̲͕̤̗͎͙̻̝̜͖̦͔͍̟̲̬̺̩͇̗̬̈́͒͆͆̎̅͐͋̑̾̎͗̏̋̿̄̓̊̉̒̾̀̀́̅̈́̿̂̕͝͝͠͠ͅt̵̨̢̫̥̘͉͚̄́͆͂̅̍̾̀͘t̴̢̼͚̲̜̖̱̥̝͕͕̦̞͖̤̳̖̣̖̹̳̮͓̝̻̺̯̩̩̥̙̯̼͇͎̦͖̎͜l̴̡̧̨̨͖͚̯̥̱̭̖̣̻͓̰̼̫͙̖̻͈̩͙̬̱̫̻͇̦̲̩͙̱͎̖̫̬̤̦̣͊̿̈́̏̓͐̅̔̉̓̋͒͐̊̊̅̋͌̾̈́̿̑̏̌͗̓͘̕͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅe̸̎̉̾̔̀̿̈́́͂͗̿͐̅̐̓̋̿̄͘̕��̡̨̧̨̧̢̱͕̤̲͇̝̟͖̮̩͕͉͚̫͕̘̝̮̼͔͖̞͔̼͗̓̐̒̑̇͐̀͛̌̑̈́ͅ ̷̨̠͎̼̓͐́̏͌͛͐͑̽͌̐Ṣ̵̡̢̨̡̯̖̲̯̭̯̭̮̗̟̗̱͔̮͎͇̭̬̟̭̮̥̣̟̥͚̘̗̳͓̖̝͓̾̄̾̒̾̓̈͜͜͝͝ủ̴̧̨̧̧̲̳̠̻̜̜̙̬͎̩̮̼̰̺̻͕͕͈̤͇̯̖̦̤͕͎̖̆̂̇̌͑̓̌̄̓̌̅̔̌̇͊̎̇̂͑̔̾̐͑̐͗̇̑̈́̎͂̊̓̃̐̿́̕͘̚̚͝n̸̡͍̦̮̖̩̗̜̱̘͓͔̰̙̬̺̞̣̻̞̟͇̮̰̜̼̖̺̫̝̆̃̾̓̓͗̀̒̄͂ͅͅͅs̸̡̳̖̣͒̔͗̃̽̎̒̾̈́̓̐̓̀̀̌̂͊̎̈͂͗̕͝͝k̸̨͍̯͙̲̼͖̻̺̙̬͚͍̟̩̱̦͓̭͚̝͓̲̥̩̀̽̀ȩ̶̛̛̭̤̺̯͉̲̯̻̥̙̲͈̫̘̦͉̮͔̦͉̣̯̜͖̳̘̘̘̖̯̖͍͖̥̜̖͎̪̺̪̮͉̇̊̾̎̅̋̈́̊̐͑̔́̊̃̑̄̏̈́̓̒̅̍͝t̴̨̢̧̧̡̡̫͚̬͚̦̝͍͎̠͇̰̭̼̼̤̯͕̱̱̭̦̘̲̣̮͇̲̝͙̦͉̖̺̰̏̈́͂͒̓̿̉́̐͊̏̑͜͠ͅc̶̭̪̃̎̍͗͛̊̀͆̎͐̋̀͐͊̓̍̕h̶̢̛̞̱͈͇̻̳̳̻̘̯͈̰͉̜̯̘͙̼̪̟͚̳̲͕͎̙̬̠̪͓̓̈́̇̽̍̈́͛͂̽͆̈́̔̋̄̅̓̊̄̇̎͊̎͂́̈́̆̌͒̋͌͆̐̚̚̚̚͘̕͘͜͝͠ͅͅ.̴̨̢̛̯̘̭̼̙̲̥̱̥͇̬͖̼̱̮̥̣̭̋͂̕͜͜͝͝ͅ.̵̧̧̡̼̺͓͍̳͓͍̞̯̥̬̰̺̮̹̮̝̪͉̹͈̩̮̪̟̺͍̑͑͜.̴̧̛̬̗̟̙̻̦̞͎̺̈́͊̃́̾̀͑̋̈́̐̿̀̒̈́̈́́̓͆̋̄̌̿̓̀͗̐̍̀̚͘̚͝͝͝

OKAY SO THAT'S, WHAT, SIX OPPONENTS NOW?

YEAH SIX

AND THEY'RE ALL SINGING.

ALSO KEL AND BOWEN ARE IN TEARS.

Mincy's gimmick is that she'll sometimes use her glitched pen to stab/inject BF with the corruption. Kinda like the syringe Infidelity Mouse had!

(I didn't draw the icon, sorry)

The way to dodge these depend on the color of the pen.

If it's red, then hit the note!

If it's black, then don't.

SO YEAH, THAT'S A LOT OF CHAOS ON YOUR NOTES I'M SURE.

The song ends with BF slowly singing the end to My Time, whilst everyone does their gimmick once more in the slow beat.

On the last note of the song, BF fires again, this time shooting Hero.

"NO! HERO!" Kel yells in anguish.

Corrupted Hero screams loudly, a hint of Hero's true voice popping out of between the glitching. The 6 then retreat.

@phrogs-blog

@piplupmakesstuff

(Part 1 of 2)

[go-learn-esperanto]

Made myself sad about the fact that we'll probably never see Socket Duo content this year — at least not in MCC. MCC Pride is getting closer and Wilbur is definitely not gonna be there (he's got a concert) and MCC Pride was the Socket Duo event with them having great moments in the last two years (even if last year Wilbur invaded the stream so he wasn't technically on the team).

I MISS THEM 😭😭😭

[kits-shrine]

(Hhhhhnnggg, I honestly miss seeing a little bit of Shinigami's spotlight so, him with the prompt, if possible, 'here, lemme help you')

(Awww my little Riverperson! I didn't expect for Shinigami to be the first prompt recipient but I'm not complaining. hehe)

(update: so this little prompt inspired some lore and got longer than I meant. XD RIP your feed but I hope you enjoy this little piece of lore! RING THE LORE ALARM EVERYONE!)

Wind blew gently over Shinigami's robes. The bright sunshine not penetrating the shadows cast by the lip of their long hood, yet somehow if one to be looking at them at that moment you'd feel the gentle smile on their face as they enjoyed their first taste of Surface air after being trapped for several hundred years in the Underground.

The sound of nearby babbling creek could be heard nearby, the waters sound so different from the ones that house their enchanted wasen boat Underground. But it was not so different from another river a long, long, long time ago. Long before the monsters entrapment.

The sounds of laughter floated over the sounds of the babbling brook luring the shadowy figure from the confines of the cave imbedded into the cliff face it called home. Watchful eyes gazed longingly across the waters as two skeleton monsters came into view. One male and the other female judging by their appearance and the tenor of their voices as the female gave a shriek of laughter as the male picked her up from behind.

The small figure leaned forward yearning to join them but unable to cross the river from the little islet that the cave rested on. With no voice in which to call them, indeed no one ever seemed to notice them at all no matter how they wished otherwise, the little broken shadow contented themselves with merely watching them play.

Imagine their surprise when the female's white eyelights rimmed with varying shades of green eyelights turned and landed on them squarely. She tapped the other skeletons arm and nodded in the direction of the cave. His eyelights that matched hers but with honey hued rimmed colors instead of greens followed hers in confusion seeming to not notice the figure at first. His sockets widened when he saw what his companion had.

"Hello there!" He called over with a wave of his hand. "Sorry if we've disturbed you. We thought we'd have a picnic by the river." he paused "Would you like to join us?"

Shocked the little figure reared back before nodding eagerly. Forgetting themself in their excitement they went to step closer only to recoil from the waters edge as though burned, form wavering. They turned a sad gaze to the duo who were watching their actions carefully. After a brief conversation between the two the female pulled a large cloth from the basket she carried as the one who had called to the figure took it from her and started to wade across the river towards them.

He gave them a warm smile as he approached the small islet "Here. Let me help." As he spoke he held out the cloth in offering pointing back at his companion "Harukaze said this make things easier on you. My name is Hangyaku by the way."

Hangyaku smiled warmly as they timidly eased closer, their form less than half his size. When they were within reach he wrapped the material around them shrouding their form casting their body into shadow like the cave, indeed making it easier to leave the cave. They looked up at him in awe, 'arms' under the makeshift robe starting to flail in their joy. Chucking Hangyaku lifted them onto his shoulders and carried them over.

"Hello there little river person." Harukaze greeted them warmly, her voice as soft as a summer breeze, as Hangyaku set them on the ground again their joy growing as they were freed from their small islet. "I'm glad you could join us."

They bobbed up and down in agreement before looking around frantically patting themself then the skeletons in askance. The two skeletons tilted their heads in confusion trying to figure out what they were trying to convey before understanding brightened Hangyaku's face "Ah! Are you saying thank you? Think nothing of it friend. We were happy to help." he said with a smile.

Harukaze nodded in agreement. They both looked confused when the figure started nodding and shaking their head. "Yes thank you, no... don't worry about it?" she hazarded to guess as they started bobbing enthusiastically again. "Truly you don't have to do anything. Like my husband said we were happy to help."

Hangyaku saw the little robed figure slump in disappointment and spoke up "But if you truly wanted to pay us back, just promise one day if you're able to help someone else in need. One good turn deserves another after all." he winked roguishly making Harukaze bat at his arm, but not displeased as their new friend seemed to be appeased by this suggestion once again nodding happy.

"SHINIGAMI- SAMA? WHERE ARE YOU?" Yurei's loud voice broke them from their reverie making them turn to watch a familiar trio draw near. Unsurprising Seishin and Tamashii seemed to know exactly where the ferryman was but allowed Yurei to lead the way. Gaze drawn to Tamashii with lingering memories of the past. It never failed to warm their soul seeing the child of his dear friends and his 'brothers' smiling happily at them.

Seishin nudged his brother and pointed in Shinigami's direction making the taller gasp and wave merrily "THERE YOU ARE FRIEND! THE DIVINE (almost) YUREI KNEW WE WOULD FIND YOU HERE! NYEHEHEHE!"

"We were heading home and wanted to see if you wanted to come with us." Tamashii added with a smile.

Seishin winked at them lazily "yeah we're gonna grab a bite at kaen's ramen stand then dessert at kagu's. wanna go?"

The robed figure bobbed with a happy little trilling hum.

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Pls can I get Etho/Bdubs 3rd Life angst?

my favourite duo :D NHO bros

...

  “Bdubs, Etho is here again,” calls Cleo, pointing out the slit window. 

  “Oh for crying out loud!”

  Bdubs grabs his crossbow and dashes out onto the drawbridge, where he finds Etho standing on the opposite side of the moat. 

  “Etho, go away!” Bdubs snaps. “We don’t want you here.”

  Etho responds by stepping out onto the drawbridge, stopping several blocks away from him. “I’m here for your castle.”

  “Make your own crastle!”

  “Why would I do that, when there’s already a fine, albeit small, castle right here?” says Etho innocently. 

  Bdubs’s face turns red. “IT’S A PERFECT SIZE FOR A CASTLE!” 

  He loads up his crossbow and aims it at Etho. “GET. OUT.” 

  Etho’s mirth vanishes. “Don’t point that at me.”

  “I’ll shoot you!” Bdubs threatens. “I’ll shoot you if you don’t get outta here RIGHT now!”

  “Stand down, Bdubs,” Etho says commandingly.

  “YOU stand down!” Bdubs yells back. “You seriously think I’m gonna back down now?! Not when I finally have a chance to get rid of you!”

  “Neither of us are on red, Bdubs. We can’t hurt each other.”

  “Speak for yourself!” snaps Bdubs. “If you take one more step across this bridge, I swear to god, I’m gonna shoot you in the neck.” 

  “Bdubs, don’t,” Cleo calls from the crenellations. “If you kill him, he’ll just come back and kill you. It’s not worth it.” 

  “I’d listen to her if I were you,” says Etho steadily. 

  “Then get the hell off my drawbridge! If you think you can just attack my castle and force me to go inside and just accept it, you’ve got another think coming! I’ll die right here rather than just let you march into the castle I built with my own two hands!” 

  Etho’s voice hardens. “That can be arranged, you know.” 

  Bdubs squeezes his eyes closed briefly, releasing tears he didn’t even know were there. “All I wanted was to team up with you, Etho. You’re annoying as hell but you’re my best friend too and I was so looking forward to being allies with you. Then you decided to just… to be a massive jerk to me. The constant belittling me and my crastle, flinging TNT missiles at it, taunting me with your green life when I had JUST lost mine. I’ve put up with your teasing for decades but you just got unbearably worse when we came here. Why? Why do you take so much delight in making my life a misery?”

  Etho falters, Bdubs’s last question echoing in his mind. Has he really been making his friend’s life a misery all this time? Maybe he’s been getting so lost in his own fun and games that he hasn’t realised how much he’s been hurting his friend. 

  “Don’t make me shoot you,” Bdubs says softly. “Please. The last thing I wanna do is hurt you. But if you insist on carrying on anyway, I’ll have to defend what’s mine.” 

  After a moment, Etho takes a step towards Bdubs, who hastily lifts his crossbow again. “Etho, don’t.” 

  Etho takes another step. 

  More tears springing to his eyes, Bdubs steps back. “Etho, don’t! Please, don’t make me do this!”

  “Bdubs-,” starts Etho, taking one more step. 

  But what neither of them have counted on is Cleo, who is watching with her own bow from the crenellations, and she’s a lot less reluctant than Bdubs. 

  Her arrow hits Etho in the left side of his chest, sending him stumbling backwards. His foot slips and he tumbles off the side of the drawbridge. 

  “Etho!” cries Bdubs. 

  Dropping his crossbow, he rushes back to the castle and jumps down into the moat in the more shallow area, making his way quickly down to the deeper part, where Etho fell. 

  When he gets to his friend, Bdubs turns him onto his back. Etho’s skin is pale, his eyes closed, his chest heaving. The arrow is still sticking out of his chest.

  “Oh god, why did you DO that?” Bdubs snaps. “You stupid idiot! You’re such an idiot!”

  “Heard you the first time,” Etho rasps abruptly. 

  Bdubs shakes his head and stands up. “This is your fault, Etho,” he says shakily. “I can’t help you.”

  As he turns to walk away, Etho suddenly croaks, “Wait.”

  Bdubs turns back to him. “What?”

  “Can you stay w-with me? P-Please?”

  After a moment, Bdubs sits down beside Etho and carefully lifts his head into his lap, holding his friend tightly to him. 

  “We’ve been through a lot together, h-haven’t we?” Etho murmurs.

  Bdubs nods slowly. “We have. A lot of real bad stuff has happened to us. But I think this is the first time I’ve heard you sound so scared.”

  Etho decides not to mention all the countless times his voice had sounded exactly like that when Bdubs was missing in the jungle all those years ago. 

  “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “When I c-come back, can w-we be friends again?”

  “I don’t know if I can trust you anymore, Etho. I’m sorry.”

  That stings Etho almost as badly as the arrow in his chest. But he knows it’s his own fault. 

  “H-Hey, Bdubs?” 

  Bdubs glances down at him. “Yeah?”

  “Y-Your castle is small.”

  After a moment, Bdubs lets out a quiet laugh. “I’m gonna jam an arrow in your eye socket.”

  Etho chuckles painfully. “Worth it.”

  He coughs a few times, before settling back and closing his eyes. 

  A few seconds later, Bdubs feels the weight of his best friend get lifted, and he knows that it’s finally happened. 

  He gets to his feet, ignoring his communicator going crazy with messages responding to the inevitable death notification, and heads back up to the castle. Deep down, he knows that Etho would most likely have died regardless of whether Bdubs went for help or not, but it still hurts.

  Cleo is waiting for him in the doorway, a sympathetic expression on her face. “Sorry, Bdubs.”

  “No, no.” Bdubs shakes his head. “You saved me. Thank you.”

  “No problem. I AM sorry about Etho, though.” 

  “It’s alright. He brought it on himself, really.”

  Cleo nods slowly. “He really did. How are you doing?”

  Bdubs glances back towards the door, as if expecting to see Etho outside. Of course, nobody is there. He’s almost disappointed.

  “I’ll be fine.”