#I owe Minecraft so much...

[sysig]

Floorplans my beloved

[mwagneto]

just realised that that saying abt nothing being certain except death and taxes is officially wrong since ppl under 25 dont have to pay taxes in hungary. so. take that

[foxett]

Some au doodles uhmmmm yeah I made another new au I'm at 11 omori AUs...

[krembearry]

giggles. cutely makes 1800 matching icons for all my ocs

[bbeeohazardd]

jrwi fan community on twitter THE most annoying place on earth, my congolences to jrwicrew because good lird

[musaslullaby]

Streaming night

Lando Norris x fem reader

Summary: Yn and Lando make a bet

Warning: only fluff, au instagram

Face: random people on Pinterest and Lando.

Masterlist

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Yn_gamelife

Description: Soon live, we’re waiting for you.❤️❤️❤️

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Landonorris: My baby girl❤️❤️❤️

Landonorris: You are so beautiful.

yn_lando: Lando flooding the comment section of Yn.

Landonorris: I don’t know how I’ll keep my hands to myself tonight.

Yn_gamelife: Lando, stop, you won’t dissuade me from playing The Sims.

Landonorris: Oh my god baby plssss

Ynmyword: The third photo is completely random.

Landono_rris: He's so cute

N4: Lando without a shirt????

L_y: Shh, let me enjoy the scene.

Yn_lifegame

Description: I left Lando alone for two seconds asking him to create me on The Sims (I shouldn't have done that)."

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Ynqueen: Yn's face says it all

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Yn_Lando: Ok now I want to see what Lando has created

utente67:You should have come live.

Landonorris: It was beautiful, the best Sim ever.

Yn_lifegame: No no absolutely no

Yn_Lando: O my God they replied

Landonorris: Okok but it was so difficult

Yn_lifegame: No it wasn't

Landonorris: If you think you can create one better than mine, go ahead, but if you can’t, you owe me a date—just you, me, and clothes on the floor. ❤️ Like to author

Yn_lifegame: If I win, you’ll have to do everything I say for a day.

Landonorris: Get ready to lose

Ynmyword: What did we just witness?

Ln4_81: I’m scared.

Landonorris

Description: Her super professional setup, and then there's mine that just exists

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Yn_lifegame: Please don't embarrass me

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charles_leclerc: I didn't know you knew how to play Minecraft.

Yn_gamelife: I was playing

Landonorris: I was busy making her blush.

Yn_lifegame: LANDO PLSSS

Landonorris: What?

Landonorris: Mate I didn't know u even knew Minecraft

charles_leclerc: I’m not that ignorant.

Yn_lifegame: Really Charli? ❤️ Like to author

F1lover: Lando's face is resigned

Lan_:Yes, he's the rich one in the couple, and yet she has the more expensive setup.

Yn_norris: Bro she is also very famous

Game.yn: She probably earns as much as Lando.

Yn.lifegame

Description: Ok guys this is my beautiful creation. Did I win the challenge?

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Ynnnnn.; O my God is Lando?

Yn_norris: Yn, you beat him

charles_leclerc: Someone call Lando and tell him he owes a full day under Yn’s command

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Landonorris: shut up mate

Oscarpiastri: Yn, can you create me too, please?

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Yn_lifegame: Immediately teddy bear

Ln4_81: YN???

georgerussell63: Don’t worry, it’s all normal (Could you create me too?) ❤️ Like to author

Landonorris: Don’t load up work on my poor girl

Yn_gamelife: The only one getting stressed today is you.

Landonorris; You know I love you so much?

Yn_gamelife: You know flattering me won’t work

Yn_gamelife

Description: Him before, him during, him after (he thinks he’s super sexy).

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F1lover: He looks like a model in the last photo

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Lando4norris_: The Spider-Man suit boosted his self-esteem ❤️ Like to author

Yn_gamelife: He was so happy and incredibly stunning.

Landonorris: I should dress as Spider-Man every day ❤️ Like to author

N4: Wait, why are they dressed like that?

Yn_Norris: Because Lando lost a bet to Yn, and she made him go around Monaco dressed as Spider-Man.

charles_leclerc: Alex and I saw you, you looked ridiculous

Landonorris: Did you guys passed out?

charles_leclerc: No? and I'm honestly scared to ask why

Landonorris: Because we were freaking awesome ❤️ Like to author

Yn_gamelife: Guys, Lando has officially gone crazy

[cxvii666]

“93 'Til Infinity”

a mha college au feat. denki k. & hanta s.

“gettin' weeded makes it feel like maui, now we feel the good vibrations, so many females, so much inspiration.”

wc: 2.6k

starting track...

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....

"it was definitely for me."

"dude, are you fucking kidding? it was definitely for me-"

"what the hell are you talking 'bout? i was the one that spoke to her."

"yeah, but you didn't see the look she gave me."

it was about two days later. early evening still, and hanta sero had the brilliant idea of going to the park to watch the sunset. he and denki kaminari had missed class that day. it was a friday, and, in denki's words, why should we waste a perfectly good friday being stuck in some pointless lit tutorial.

but yeah, hanta had been on his reconnecting with nature bullshit again.

as in, he'd been offline, no minecraft or running duos on valorant, deleted all his social media, his screen time was at an all time low, and instead of sparking up and jerking off, he's slap his headphones on and go smoke and skate in the park.

at first denki had been sick of it. hanta does this all time, it only lasts for about three months, then he gets bored, re-downloads instagram and the cycle repeats itself.

but right now, he can see the appeal.

the sunset is beautiful, the sky painted in hues of pink and orange. the air is still, the park is basically deserted, they're far enough out from any main roads, so all they can hear is the rustle of the trees and the occasional chirping of birds mixed in with their own music.

denki doesn't even know the genre, some sort of underground nameless hiphop, lofi, rap, shit that hanta listens to, with the bass turned up so high, that if he concentrates denki can feel the thrum of the baseline vibrating through his body. they have a joint, a can of beer and a vape to share between them.

they're debating the interaction they had with you right now though, what had happened, and which of them you had left your number for.

"what look?" denki coughs out in between drags.

the snickers hanta lets out, when denki passes him the joint back so he can take a couple hits of the vape to soothe his poor sensitive baby lungs, is mean and teasing.

the dark haired boy takes a long pull, inhales, shapes his lips, and blows thick rings of smoke right into his friends face, ignoring denki's shriek of complaint and the subsequent whack to the shoulder he receives.

"y'know," hanta says contemplatively, "the look girls give when they want you, it's like-"

he turns to face denki, careful of where the ash drops. his eyes slowly flit from one amber eye to the other, he drops his gaze to the blonde's pink lips for half a second, then back up so he's making square eye contact with him, and finishes off with a slow smile.

".....that is pure bullshit."

hanta scoffs and takes a swig of the beer, "no it's not." he burps out, "you just don't understand women like i do."

"you understand women?" the blonde replies incredulously accompanied by a raise of his eyebrow.

"yeah, well... more than you at least- AH, OW FUCK-"

hanta swears under his breath as he tries to brush off the imprint of the bottom of denki's sneaker from the side of his acid washed jeans, "these are new, fucking jackass."

"dude, shut up. y'know what, i'm gonna text her."

"yeah for sure," hanta snarks, "and say what, 'yo it's that blonde idiot from the other day—" another kick to the thigh. "what did i just say? would you stop that."

the blonde shushes him and pulls his phone out.

"are you actually texting her?" hanta takes another drag and blows the smoke out upwards, "i'm telling you, she left her number for me."

"we'll see won't we," denki grins and sticks his tongue out fingers tapping hastily away, "ok, how's this, "hey it's the blonde guy from your lit class.""

hanta rolls his eyes as denki slips his phone back into his pocket and makes grabby hand's towards the zoot.

"whatever, i bet she won't reply—" a ping from denki's phone. "no, fucking, way."

the laugh denki lets out is diabolical as he gets his phone back out with a smirk, "and you said i didn't understand women- damn, it's just mina— oh shit."

"what's she done now?"

"no, dude," denki taps hanta once to call his attention, eyes alight as he reads the text message out loud, ""why are you texting my friend you freak, lying bout being in her lit class"."

they both pause and stare at each other, "wow... small world huh."

"does that mean she's off-limits now?"

"no, what? you can't assume that, women have like autonomy and allat shit, tell mina to mind her own business."

"are you sure 'cos—" another ping from denki's phone. ""i don't take lit.""

hanta scrambles to see the screen, "no way she messaged back, let me seeee."

"nuh uh," denki replies childishly and raises his phone high above his head as he scoots back, "you don't get see this, not after you doubted me." regardless of denki's reasoning, hanta snatches the phone off of him.

"ok, okay, crying emoji, we can work with this," he passes the phone back to his disgruntled friend who scoffs at him and then hanta points to the device, "say 'are you free tonight? you wanna go over the class notes with me' umm, 'me and my friend'."

denki just blinks at him and exhales through his nose, "i am not typing that shit out, are you crazy?"

"don't even. you were the one talkin' 'bout golden opportunities," he does a poor mockery of denki's voice, "and whatnot."

"is that not a bit forward?"

"uh no? its a suggestion, she can say no, no harm no foul."

"you're fucking stupid, fine, are you free tonight-"

hanta switches off his speaker and watches as denki types out the rest of the message.

"and now, we wait."

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“how do you do that?”

“do what?”

it’s just gone ten pm, and the glow from denki’s string lights flickers gently, casting a warm halo over everything. the mellow hum of hip-hop floats through the air, soft and steady, like the pulse of the night. the three of you are fucking chilling.

you're sprawled on the couch, sharing a joint with hanta, who’s stretched out like he owns the place. his long legs are spread across the cushions, body languid, and his eyes—those dark, heavy-lidded eyes—have been locked on the snacks for at least ten minutes. he’s making zero effort to hide the fact that he’s thinking about them, his pretty mouth set in a slight pout like he’s debating whether to reach for them or stay cool.

he doesn’t need to do much to seem effortlessly attractive, becuit’s everything about him—the way his long lashes frame his eyes when he looks at you, the way his messy hair seems so perfect in its disarray, the way his lips are full and soft. you hate how natural it all is.

denki, on the other hand, is bouncing around the room, as always. he's got this energy that’s impossible to ignore—like a sunbeam you can’t escape. his high cheekbones catch the low light as he flips through his playlist, searching for the next song. when he looks over at you, his amber eyes sparkle with that warm mischief, the same way his smile does when it flashes your way. it's the kind of smile that makes you feel like you're the only one in the room. effortless, real, the sort of charm that feels like home.

you gesture at hanta, who’s exhaling perfect smoke rings into the dim light, the air thick with it. "how do you do that?"

“oh, how do i blow o’s? it’s actually super easy.” hanta’s voice is low, smooth, and the way he talks, the way he looks at you while he says it, makes it hard to concentrate.

he does it again, blowing another perfect ring, and god, you hate pretty boys.

everything they do, every movement is a little bit artful. the way hanta inhales and exhales, eyes dark and steady on you as he does, his lips curling just enough to make you want to stare forever. the way his long lashes hang just so, like they’re trying to hide the fact that he’s been watching you for longer than he should.

denki’s the same. if not worse. he talks to you like it’s second nature, like he’s known you forever. the ease in his voice, in the way he leans back, taking up space beside you, curling into the couch like he belongs there, makes you feel like you’ve known him all your life. there’s nothing forced about him. and when he laughs, it’s infectious, that slow spread of warmth in his voice, the gentle glow of his amber eyes lighting up the room as he looks at you.

“you want me to teach you?” he asks, his voice almost teasing but open, welcoming. like there’s nothing more natural than inviting you into his world.

it was a bad idea coming here.

but not because of them.

you talked to mina before you showed up. she told you, both of them were idiots, no filter, no shame, completely unapologetic, but... she also said they were decent guys, totally respectful, and fun as hell. so, no, it wasn’t them.

it was you. you know the type of person you are. a sucker for pretty boys. the ones with the perfect eyes, the pretty hair, the full lips that get you caught in a gaze for a second too long. the ones who smell good and look like they belong in magazines. you knew walking in that this night might be a problem. but with the way hanta’s eyes linger on you, that half-lidded gaze, with the smirk playing on his lips like he knows exactly what he’s doing—it's almost impossible to care.

you sigh, rolling your eyes, but it’s hard not to smile. “sure, show me how.”

you take the joint from him, weakly attempt to copy the moves his been pulling for the past half hour. when you cough the first time, neither comment. denki just passes you a cold bottle of sprite as he chuckles lightly, and hanta grins, taking the joint from you, that quiet smirk turning into something a little more playful. his voice is low when he speaks again, and you have to focus to hear it over the hazy fog of the room. "watch me do it first, then try to copy."

you watch, rapt, as he takes another drag, his lips forming a perfect “o” and then releasing the smoke in smooth, clean rings. and god, the way he makes it look so effortless, like it’s all part of the rhythm of him, like his body and his breath are just... synchronized. it’s hard to look away, even if you want to.

denki’s eyes catch yours, and for a moment, it’s like time stops. the dim lighting plays on your skin, making everything look like it’s coated in a soft glow. you feel the air between you and denki warm up just a little more, like you’ve crossed a line from casual to something more, even if it’s only for a second. and hanta’s still watching you, his gaze steady and intense, like he’s trying to figure you out, trying to find the parts of you you haven’t shown him yet.

denki shares a look with hanta, and without a word, they both know. you’re the one.

denki queues up another track, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his phone as he sends the song into the air. he looks at you like you’re the most interesting person he’s ever met, that easy, genuine smile of his never leaving his face.

"holy shit," you say, when the intro to the next track plays. "i love this song."

denki’s grin widens, eyes practically glowing with excitement. “shut up,” he gasps, turning toward you with an expression of pure joy. “you know Souls of Mischief?”

“of course i do,” you smile softly, genuinely glad to find common ground.

he calls your name, and when he says, “i didn’t know you was cool like that,” it’s not just a compliment—it’s a declaration.

“what does this even mean?” hanta interjects, his mouth full of chocolate, but his eyes are low as they shift between the two of you. "‘93 till?”

you glance away from where you’d been staring at the stars on denki’s ceiling, feeling his warmth next to you as he leans in close, and you answer smoothly, “it’s like chilling, rolling up, and just enjoying the moment... from now till... forever.”

“exactly.” denki’s grin softens, and he passes you the joint again, his fingers brushing against yours. "i feel like... this life we live, it’s ours, y’know? we can do whatever we want, and we can enjoy it from now till forever-"

you nod, feeling the weight of his words sink in, but then he suddenly stops, mid-thought, pulling a vape out of his pocket.

“… like?”

“oh, no. i’m done.”

“that’s some really profound shit, denks.” hanta calls out from your other side.

it’s not that funny, but it’s the weed, and the moment is too good to not laugh at. you let out a laugh, and denki’s laughter is contagious. when he laughs, it’s all in—his whole body shaking with it. you can’t help but laugh with him, and when he slaps hanta’s shoulder, you’re both lost in the moment, caught up in the sheer joy of it all.

"soooo," the blonde rolls the word around once he's composed himself, and calls your name out in his playful drawl, you mumble in reply, "we have a proposition for you."

"wait," hanta interrupts, leaning back in his spot, still casually holding the blunt between his fingers as he exhales, thick clouds floating upward. “ask her the question first.”

“what questi—oh, OH, the question,” denki turns to face you, suddenly all serious, as if what he’s about to ask is going to change the entire mood. “we’ve been debating this amongst our friend group.”

you raise an eyebrow. “right…”

“and, hmm,” denki tilts his head, scanning your expression as if weighing the way you’ll respond. “i guess your answer might be different ‘cause you're a girl, but would you rather, have a threesome with two guys or two girls?"

you blink, processing the unexpected shift. then, with a smirk, you deadpan, “that is definitely a question.” hanta snickers from where he’s sprawled beside denki, his face half-lit by the flickering light.

“is that the only two options?” you ask casually, exhaling smoke and looking between them both.

“what do you mean?” denki asks, his brow furrowed, genuinely curious.

“as in like, is this tmi?” you shrug, “actually, I don’t care. I’ve had a threeway with two other girls—”

“really?” denki’s voice holds genuine surprise, his eyes widening slightly.

“yeah,” you nod, your tone light, almost playful. “and that was actually pretty fun.”

“i can imagine—” denki starts, but hanta slaps the back of his neck, cutting him off. you let out a short laugh, “f'cking joke, dude.”

denki grins, rubbing the spot where hanta slapped him. “but no, this is a particular scenario,” he continues, regaining his composure. “like, technically, i'm pronoun-fluid, but in this hypothetical, it’s either two guys and one girl or two girls and one guy.”

as hanta passes you the blunt, you take a moment to think. The smoke curls lazily around you, and the room feels a bit hazy, just the right amount of weight in the air.

denki gives his own opinion as an example. “like, i said two guys, because i feel like I’d run out of stamina. i wouldn’t want to leave either girl unsatisfied just ‘cos i can’t keep up.”

“you know what,” hanta calls out, drawing denki’s attention as he turns to face him, “that is actually a pretty decent point.”

“exactly! and y’all were clowning me earlier, but I’m thinking logically.” denki looks pleased with himself, leaning back and stretching out a little more.

you take a slow drag, exhaling thoughtfully, “are the two guys doing stuff with each other or—”

“well, i dunno. denki, you wanna get it on with me?” hanta shoots back, his voice smooth, the playful edge in his voice underpinned by something raw.

“hundred percent I’d get it on with you—I’m receiving though,” denki says with a wink.

“y’know it,” hanta grins, his eyes glinting with amusement.

but you cut in before the banter goes further, “or, are they ‘sharing’ the girl?”

“well, when you put it like that,” denki scrunches his face in mock distaste, “it sounds kinda asshole-ish, but... I mean, sharing is caring.”

you and hanta snort at the same time, exchanging a glance. then you lean in, eyes narrowing playfully, “wait, why are you even asking me this?”

“oh yeah,” hanta remembers, suddenly deadpan, “we were gonna ask you if you wanted to bang us.” his words come out blunt, but not unkind, as he leans down onto the table, casually ashing the joint.

maybe it’s the weed kicking in, or the way denki has his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer in that effortless, warm way. but you feel a strange calm settle over you, and you just mock gasp. “no, fucking way.”

“yes, fucking way,” denki chimes in, that grin returning, full of mischief.

but it’s hanta who catches your eye, his gaze steady, more thoughtful. he speaks quietly, carefully, “it doesn’t have to be right now.”

denki gives a lazy nod of agreement. “think it over. the offer’s on the table.”

you roll your eyes, still trying to figure out if this is all some strange, blurry dream. "oh yeah?”

hanta, noticing the subtle shift in your expression, tilts his head slightly. “i finish work early next saturday,” you say, voice smooth, a playful challenge in the words. you can feel the tension in the room, and your pulse quickens slightly at the thought of their presence lingering longer.

“hanta—” denki starts, but sero interrupts.

already on his phone, opening his work schedule, he says, “hold on, i'm checking— it's my one free sa turday this month... let’s fucking go.”

"let’s fucking gooo,” denki cheers, his grin brightening even more.

you snicker, shaking your head. “no way we just scheduled a threesome.”

“yeah, babe,” denki says, the pet name slipping so naturally from his lips. his easy, laid-back vibe pulls you in even more, and the way he leans back into the couch, content, like nothing in the world could faze him. “that’s how we roll.”

“Is it really?” you ask, half-sarcastic, raising an eyebrow.

“he’s joking,” hanta says, dismissing denki with a casual wave of his hand. “ignore him. his body count’s like... two.”

"two and a half,” denki corrects, matter-of-factly.

“oh, yeah, my bad gang,” hanta says with a dramatic exhale, tone dripping with sarcasm. “two point five.”

“how can you have half a body?”

"oh, you're gonna love this story..."

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[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

¹ㆍ⁵ would it be easier (if there was a right way?)

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the internet did funny things sometimes. sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse. and people were pretty divided on this— they had managed to set up the "girl jschlatt made cry" (your new official name among all corners of the internet; much to your horror, it had been clipped over and over.)

but this time, the internet made an... interesting decision. chat had insisted so much to the point they finally wore him down to agree to, albeit awkwardly, asking you on a date.

a minecraft date that is! but you responded with a confused:

↳ "minecraft?? what's that??"

schlatt attempted to explain it to you ("y'know, with the blocks and stuff. smplive? survival... multiplayer— no? alright, uhm...") but it was to no avail. so the two of you decided on overcooked instead! how did schlatt come to this decision? he (in a cool, charming way, not a creepy way) stalked your insta and found out you liked to cook. and what better way to someones heart than food? he knew it worked for him!

as your character ran around in circles, making you giggle happily like a little kid, he just gaped at your facecam, looking like a dumbass. mustering up the suavest voice he could, he interjected; "so uh... woman. how're things?"

"they're good." you grin, adding politely, "man."

he cleared his throat, looking around anxiously, tipping his yankees hat down over his eyes. "y'know i studied for this... date, whatever this is. the first time i've studied since a stats exam in college."

your eyes go comically wide, and schlatt resists the urge to slam his head into his desk until it cracks open. he assumes that would scare you off, so he stops himself. "studied? jeez, i didn't. how'd you study? teach me, for next time."

"next time?" schlatt echoed, this time it was his turn to have wide eyes. but whatever, he was gonna ignore that part. "er... i watched the notebook."

schlatt almost started doing a happy dance the minute he heard your adorable squeal of "i LOVE that movie!" he owed tucker so much money. he had begged tucker— since he was the first married guy he could think of— for help, and he imparted the wisdom that chicks digged romance movies. especially the notebook. that was the holy grail.

"what do you want?" schlatt poses, teasing with the same tone that ryan gosling did during the movie.

you burst into a fit of flustered giggles, finishing the quote in seconds. "mister gosling has some competition," you "ooh" and "ahh" as a joke, winking to the camera.

schlatt's flirting had distracted both of you, and now the kitchen was on fucking fire and your customers were angry at both of you. instead of stressing you out and making you cry like schlatt assumed, you just started laughing again.

"you took that pretty well. thought you'd like, burst into tears or somethin'."

"i'm not that much of a crybaby, schlatt." you scoff, feigning that you were angry, huffing and crossing your arms.

"i beg to differ. i have video evidence, actually," he teases, a smirk pulling at his lips.

you roll your eyes. "i hate you."

"yeah, love you too."

divider credits: @bibbleisking

long awaited pt. 2 for money, money money !! :)

[xesnox]

Here’s some more (Minecraft) Lost Ruins concept art!

This won’t be all, I’ll definitely post a general Mc human races lineup as well as some more character specific art of these two in the future, but I thought I’d get this little thing out to start.

Lore rant below, brace yourselves.

On the topic of Neo-Builders

History:

Very little is known about the Neo-Builders’ history, in-fact, the distinction between the ancients and them had only been made as of recent; as before they were assumed to one and the same, wich forced us to call back a lot of information we had thought to have previously established. Therefore, for now, only having been coined “Neo-Builders”, the “Neo” referring to new, and the term “Builder” a reference to older documents of the Ancients.

They’ve been quite the new phenomenon, only having been recorded within the last 50 years (OW time) of documentation: though this is difficult to be certain of as many antique relics, books and murals have since been either purged or stolen, so they very well may be older.

Biology:

Neo-Builders resemble what we know of the Ancients physiology almost to a tea, being a bipedal humanoid mammal measuring the average height of 6’2. Owning an internal skeleton and organs identical to those of any classified human (see page 104.) excluding the illagers (though self inflicted mutilation can be argued is not a standard biological requirement that should classify one to be taken from that category, despite requests from certain Villagers.).

They can be characterised by their slightly elongated skulls and a more often than not rather thin nose bridge. Their skin colouration tends to remain on the cool side, but seem not to range beyond the usual earthy tones, whilst eye colouration varies into each and every direction possible, including odd pupil shapes and unusually large irises.

A properly dissect-able body of a Neo-Builder is incredibly rare to find, as the entities themselves are already practically unheard of, so we do not have a lot of insight beyond one and a half example models;

But strangely enough the lack of visible veins seem to be more of a manmade aesthetic choice than a naturally evolved mechanism, their color nearly invisible and generally settled deeper within the body than what we commonly observe in the remains of the Ancients. They do not bleed, as the body doesn’t seem to utilise energy through a normal circulatory system: instead using “energy of the spirits” (see page 109: “forbidden sorcery.”) as a powerful energy source, giving any actually visible blood vessels (commonly found within the hands, wrists, forearms, neck, ears, ankles and feet.) a strange light blue glow that more often than not overpowers the thickness of their skin at-least partially.

Additionally, their organs and bone structure are supported by mechanical aids made of varying metals, specifically around the femur, spinal chord, arms, heart, lungs, and general joints.

Their eyes show a similar construction to those of the guardians, wich could lead one to believe they weren’t as new of a phenomenon as we had settled on reporting for now, though nothing concrete could be found thus far to fully support this idea.

They show a staggering immunity to both the green plague and the withering disease, and aren’t affected by any kind of physical corruption.

The Neo-Builders also do not reproduce naturally.

Culture:

We have not yet been able to observe any specific overarching culture within this people, as it is incredibly rare to find them within groups, this only having been documented twice across the entire to us beknownst world within the last half a century of literature. However they do share a few common behavioural traits, such as wearing durable clothes identified as ancient working class attire at large, harvesting materials and cleaning the Overworld of junk and rubble, of wich not much remains. They appear to have a specific affinity for saving those in need.

The only sentiment on religion they seem to share, is the fact that there were three Devine entities of some kind, wich overlaps enough with the belief system we established the ancients to have to draw our own conclusions from.

Psychology:

This race, to our, especially my, utter surprise is not only capable of communication but also entirely willing of participating in study, conversation and labour, wich is not only unusual, but unheard of.

The language they speak natively however sounds unlike anything we’d heard before, it doesn’t seem to have connections to any languages we documented beforehand, they cannot write nor read it, wich further complicated early communication as well as desperate attempts to figure whether this was the language written within the hieroglyphs of the ruins, of wich we still have unclear results.

They do not seem aware of who they are, who they were, or what their purpose is: some, of course, have found a purpose over the years, through affinity for something, a newfound passion or a mission they strive to complete, but each one of their earliest memories begin cryptically, as if they had simply beamed into existence within adulthood. None elaborate further.

They also do not appear to have empathy, as in ability to put themselves into the shoes of others unless the situation is explicitly explained to them. So they work better in social situations if you tell them the desired outcome they can strive toward reaching than if you gave them a long and detailed layout of how something could be emotionally upsetting, even if the latter is followed by a suggestion for improvement, if your time requires efficient fast action that is.

They are not afraid of the dead, in fact, they seem to have a strange affinity for it: something that definitely needs to be kept under very strict moderation.

Uncategorised:

- there are no Neo-Builders resembling teens or children, all appearing to be somewhere within young to late adulthood physically.

- they are not afraid of magic, including soul fire, soul magic, experience, potions, enchantment and other forces, unlike the Piglin.

- They have an affinity for the music the realm reverberates from time to time.

- they enjoy watching and analysing fairly complicated mechanical work without having the ability or skill to recreate them, very commonly growing fond of acquiring knowledge.

- the Endermen appear to have a vague interest in them. From what we can tell they enjoy study as much as the next person, however the interest seems to go beyond mere meek curiosity. Wich is a large reason for concern and one of the biggest reasons to try and keep Neo-Builders away from your village if you do not wish for a tear in space and a mass hysteria breakout from realm collapsing issues: remember, they will not hurt you, however, they are a walking anomaly to our world, therefore it’s safer to keep your distance, and keep them away.

- the illagers show a similar concerning interest which definitely sets a top priority in limiting interaction with the Neo-Builders.

- however, the Piglin seem to heavily dislike them, immediately resorting to violence upon seeing such an individual. This is very odd for the maybe a little pessimistic but overall neutral species, but they refused to speak on the matter.

Theories:

We theorise they might be mechanical entities. Not golems, or robotic in nature per say, but definitely reading of bio mechanical interference. I have settled on several possible origins of these entities, very little of them implying this new add-on to the human umbrella term to be reading of any good, but I do not have enough evidence or study to back up my claims as I’ve currently put my research on hold for exterior reasons.

Note: this entry is outdated.

[duexnuts]

twitch streamer inumaki, viewer y/n

fanon inumaki, HE TALKS!

you had recently started watching twitch streams again. there was this one guy, you couldn't stop watching his streams-- maybe him being faceless subconsciously reminded you of the days you would watch CorpseHusband play among us– his name was sawcondeez– his entire stream was themed after mcdonald’s.

after a very invigorating valorant stream, you decided to join his discord server.

“welcome to our server, y/n! #36th member”

he had a small, but loyal community so they instantly noticed that a new faced had joined. people instantly started welcoming you, and you quickly felt how tight knit of a community they were.

y/n: hii ^_^ i just started watching these streams and thought it would be nice to join

sawcondeez: welcom

that’s the only message you got from the streamer for a month while you got to know the other people in the server. over time, you got to learn more about him indirectly. he didn’t talk a lot in his own server, but you do know how about how much he owns a lot of shirts with wolves on them..? and how he collects pokemon cards, but specifically only weezing cards. he has three binders full of them— he even paid $200 for a card once.

you really liked being apart of the server. you started donating to him sometimes, too, just a few dollars here and there to show your support. his reaction to your money was kind of cute, so there was more than one plus to donating.

“y/n has donated $5: can u play ow next :3”

“thanks for the $5 y/n! i really appreciate it,” he said, “i’ll play ow just for you, okay?”

it was nice getting to know him— yeah, you did feel a bit parasocial at times, but at the end of the day, you were close to him in some way.

then, he messaged you, privately. at first, you just stared at the message, thinking he got hacked. so you had to confirm, obviously.

sawcondeez: hi

y/n: oh my god sawcondeez

u got hacked someone stole ur account

wair only the hacker can read this

sawcondeez: no its me lol

do u wanna duo w me on val rq

and that’s how you ended up on a 2 hour call with him, playing valorant. you don’t even find valorant fun, but you made an exception for him. somehow, he made it fun, too. he didn’t really talk in the call— it was mostly you telling him about random interests that you had and him replying with one or two word responses, but it was sweet. you liked his listening skills.

this ended up becoming a daily habit— he would message you after his streams and you would tell him about your day as you two played a random game. your minecraft world got very complex at one point, until he died and lost all his stuff. the world was never touched again after that. eventually, he started talking more, too. you got to know the real him— inumaki toge— not sawcondeez.

“you have to promise not to tell anyone about my identity, y/n,” he told you, “i will literally quit twitch and delete all my sawcondeez accounts.”

so, you promised not to tell anyone. as his trust in you built up, you got the classic edater face reveal and moving off of discord onto imessage. it was silly, you felt like you got transported back into 2020 when you would mess around on discord servers to get nitro, but this time it wasn’t just playful flirting. it felt real.

“hey inumaki are we ever gonna meet up?” you asked.

he paused for a moment before answering, “we’re only like a 20 minute drive from each other, lol. i was waiting for you to ask.”

“wait so you’ve been making me feel like a stupid edater when we could’ve been seeing each other irl this entire time.”

“i had to build up the tension, y’know?”

he got a scolding that night. but you also made plans to meet up at a cafe nearby as well.

a/n: been thinking abt this for awhile… i think i just have smth for nerdy discord gamer guys woops…

[bunnis-monsters]

Hey guys, here’s the next part in our Minecraft vids!! Get us to 500 views for a reward!

Because I’m already too busy with commissions, and the stuff I already owe y’all for helping, I only have one thing to offer!! You just need to get this vid to 500 views by next Saturday!

Valentine’s Day Themed monster smut(will include a few different monsters)

You viewing our vids, searching up the name, or even putting the video on in the background while you do other stuff helps so much! We need 3000 watch hours to get monetized, and rn we only have around 100.

The more vids we put out the easier it’ll be for people to get out watch hours up. Below is our video, and below that is the playlist for all of our vids if you’d like to help get our watch hours up ><

We appreciate y’all so much, my friend has been so happy. She’s been a friend of Minecraft vids since she was a kid and this has been something she has wanted to do for forever. Y’all are quite literally making her dreams come true!

[royalarchivist]

Tubbo: [Singing] I miss my Minecraft Egg so much. I am building because wtf am I supposed to do for the rest of my days? Because my Minecraft Egg's a coma and not awake. I miss my Minecraft Egg so much because what am I supposed to do with all this time? It's- making me blue. I wish my Minecraft Egg would wake the fck up! [Takes damage] Ow.

It's just a hunch, but I think Tubbo might be missing Sunny guys.

[tubbytarchia]

Sorry I'm still feeling dread about maid Jimmy. Poorly made comic thing under cut

Sorry this is gonna take up space but I really wanted it to be viewed as intended and such... I put it under read-more though so no one can complain!!

My art block is as strong as ever and killing me but I'm feeling so emotional and dreadful about that last SOS episode still, I forced my way through it lol. Joel wasn't there when it went down (I'm so fucking glad), which made me think of this instead and uh yeah I'm. Fuck man I dont even care about SOS that much!!!! This has ruined me

The way Pix (didn't really do anything wrong btw) made Jimmy dig a hole because he owed him for saving his life, and then Sausage comes in "aha!!!" and obligates Jimmy to do something for him too, quickly disregarding any uncertainty on Jimmy's half and shifting it onto Jimmy with "You actually reminded me that you owe me" (paraphrasing) grrrrr. And tbf he did talk about dancing at that point, but later Jimmy was clearly made to believe that he'd only be serving drinks and then Sausage goes "you're serving YOURSELF!" GRRRRRRR sorry this is just minecraft I know I know. I'm reading to deep into it yaada yaada. But no fuck that I want Jimmy to be happy and not to be made feel like he owes people things even if they saved him, I don't want Jimmy to talk like he's about to cry, I don't want him to be talked down to, I don't want him to feel like he has no room to object and has to just listen to others or expect to be treated a certain way hardwired into his brain, I don't want his abrasiveness to be more of a sought reaction to bullying/teasing/etc rather than a sign of the confidence he used to have, he's been through enough!!!! I hate this why can't I just awooga at maid Jimmy. That'd make things so much easier. Alas the horrors

[baconcolaqueen]

Some BaconCola Headcanons:

Tord is the only one who can call Edd “Edward” without any sort of backlash:

“Edwaaaaaard!!”

“What?”

“We’re out of bacon.”

“Ok? Go get more yourself.”

“But I’m comfy :(”

“*sigh* I take it you want me to have some delivered?”

“Yes please :)”

Tord usually keeps to himself. Most of the time he’ll stay locked away in his room and come down only to grab a snack.

- he lives mostly off of cheese burgers, bacon, and Red Bull. The occasional Monster Energy.

- he also has a carton of milk in the fridge with his name written on it in purple sharpie. He drinks straight from the carton

Tord isn’t one for cuddling, hugs, and excessive affection. If he wants attention, he WILL make it known. Edd, on the other hand, is all for PDA.

- Tord does his best to not be seen cuddling Edd but it’s obvious something is going on between the two just by his reaction:

*Sitting on the sofa reading a magazine*

*laying with his head on Tord’s lap watching TV*

“Hey, has one of yall seen my new-”

“What?! Nothing happened!”

*stands up quickly, throwing Edd on to the floor*

“Ow…” <- (Not mad b/c he’s used to it by now)

Edd and Tord have weekly game nights. A few of their favorites are Minecraft, Mario Kart, COD, GTA, War Thunder, and TF2.

- Matt and Tom will often join them but Mario Kart is usually just between the two of them

- Tord grinds War Thunder too much. Like, it’s a genuine problem. (Especially tanks. Specifically Sweden.)

- Edd got Tord a pair of cat ear headphones for his birthday. He was ecstatic.

- Tord is that one person always yelling at the top of his lungs

- all four of them have their own desktop computers where the play Minecraft, War Thunder and TF2 as a group

- Edd and Tord both have their own game consoles in their rooms

“HELVETE!! This asshole!”

“Tord, it’s ok, I’ll rejoin in a bit.”

“No!! This guy is seal clubbing! He isn’t getting away with this.”

“Dude, calm down.”

“*NORWEGIAN RAGE*”

“Good job Tord. Now all four of us are dead because of your impulsiveness.”

“Edd, I told you that I need you to practice with me before going in blind. You don’t know what you’re doing!”

“Oh, hush your one to talk. You’re on this game 24/7.”

“So? It’s called a hobby.”

“It’s called an addiction. You have over 6,000 hours on the game!!”

“Yeah, Matt has a point. You need to get out more.”

- Tord likes fnaf (obvi I had to squeeze that in somewhere lol)

Tord also has some of his old friends in Norway he plays games with. It’s absolute chaos for everyone else:

“Faen!! Hva i all verden driver du med?!”

“Du kommer til å drepe oss alle!”

“Å, hold kjeft. Det var du som lot oss klare oss selv under raidet!”

“*Incoherent Norwegian yelling*”

“*sigh* Edd go do something.”

“Do what?”

“I don’t know- just make him shut up.”

Edd and Tord have nicknames/pet names for each other:

Edd: Buddy, Cuddle Bug, Norski (lovingly), Red (Red is in the future ie. ‘Red Leader’)

Tord: Cola Freak (in his phone contacts), Blind Brit (lovingly), EDWARD!!, Edwaaaard!, EDWARD IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW-!!

Tord keeps a gun under his pillow and a switchblade in his bedside table drawer “just in case.” When Edd went to change his sheets he freaked out when he found a loaded Glock on the bed. (Hey, at least the safety was on!)

Edd and Tord both draw. Edd draws/animates in his usual messy style and Tord does more of an anime look, although he does have his own unique style.

- he also makes blue prints for machines, weaponry and robotics:

“Hey Edd! Come see this thing I drew.”

“Cool! …what is it?”

“It’s blue prints for a giant robot. This is where the engine is going, over here is the control panel, on this side is a missile launcher, and that’s where the-”

*has absolutely no idea what he’s talking about but is still paying attention anyway*

[ttllynotmyshyt]

Building a rectangle house with my enemies 💀

Y/n: “Hello gamers, what’s up. Today we’re starting a brand new survival world, and yes, I did in fact drag three people into this mess with me. Two of them know what they’re doing. One of them... is Mandy.”

Cut to Minecraft title screen, then loading into the world.

Martin (VC): “New world smell. Don’t ruin it yet.” Hamzah: “Too late. Mandy just punched a bee.” Mandy (deadpan): “Do you punch with right click? Or—sorry. Left click? Ow. How do I stop it from attacking me?”

Everyone in a meadow near a forest.

Hamzah: “Alright bois and girlbosses, we speedrun wood.” Martin: “Someone get tools, someone get food. Mandy, go... um. Look around.” Mandy: “Can I collect these plants? What if I made a flower garden? Or can you do crops?” Y/n (laughing): “Literally building Stardew Valley while we starve. Yeah, Mandy if you punch the grassiest grass, you might get wheat seeds. Get a bunch—I’ll make you a hoe and show you how to grow stuff.”

Mandy: “Why doesn’t this make a chair.” Hamzah: “Bro get the hella outta here with that IKEA crafting.”

Cuts to a janky birch shed.

Martin: “Guys it’s getting dark—”

Y/n: “We have a house! Kind of.”

Hamzah: “This is a rectangle…”

Y/n: “Wow, so picky. At least you have a roof and a warm bed. Be grateful—there are children in active warzones right now.”

Mandy: “I think it’s giving modern minimalism.”

Hamzah: “I think it’s giving hospital waiting room.”

(Y/n places four beds in a row.)

Martin: “Why are the beds all snuggled up like that? Is this a double date?”

Y/n (laughing): “It’s a team-building exercise.”

(Hamzah’s character immediately picks the bed next to hers.)

Martin: “Oh my god. Is it because you’re lovers?”

Hamzah (without missing a beat): “No. And quick PSA: just because someone roasts you on vacation doesn’t mean they love you. Probably.”

(Beat. Y/n silently places a torch over his head.)

Y/n: “Okay anyway—food tomorrow or we die. Mandy, I’m gonna teach you how to garden and fish.”

Mandy: “I don’t like these sounds… growling. Wait—is this a creeper? Is that like what’s on one of Y/n’s hoodies?” (Zombie groan. Explosion. Cut to death screen.) Y/n: “Okay well. RIP Mandy.” Mandy: “That was a jumpscare. You didn’t tell me this game had jumpscares.” Martin: “You walked up to a creeper and said ‘what’s that lil green guy.’”

Cave: mining, armor, etc.

Hamzah: “Me and Martin are gonna explore this cave like men.” Martin: “Let the record show I did not agree to this phrasing.”

Y/n and Mandy build up top. Mandy places torches at odd angles

Y/n: “Mandy, you placed torches like we’re summoning Herobrine.” Mandy: “Maybe I am. He seems nice.”

Hamzah finding diamonds and instantly getting humbled by lava.

Hamzah (after yelling, high pitched): “Gamer moment. Near-death experience. I got humbled.

Y/n trying to tame a wolf, wasting 15 bones and having it run away

Y/n: “Alright. Running away after getting so much bone. Guess this one was a bitch…”

Martin falls in a hole:

Martin: “God I hate gravity.” Hamzah: “That’s not gravity, that’s just being dumb.”

After having found a village, Y/n puts a villager in a boat

Y/n: “This is Kurtis, our mayor. Do not touch him.” Mandy: “I fed him wheat. He didn’t say thank you.”

Ending

Y/n: “Alright gamers, we survived our first Minecraft day. Mostly. Sorry Mandy.” Mandy: “Sorry me??” Martin: “Next episode we’re either building a proper maximalist base or dying in a cave. Place your bets.” Y/n (to camera): “If you liked this gameplay, thought it was like… Gnarly? Like and subscribe. Comment your favorite professional boxing star and tell Mandy she’s doing amazing. If you don’t believe that—don’t lie. But if you do, let her know. She is amazing. Let’s get some Mandy love in the comments.”

Mandy smiling shyly at the camera. Cut to outro music—slowed down replay of her trying to craft a chair.

[sticktopia]

Sticktober Day 1: Youtube

“Guys guys!! We’re famous!!!” Green excitedly shouted as he ran to the others. Second arched his brow as the green stick came running, waving his phone around.

“What do you mean by “Famous”?” The hollow head asked as they sat up straighter. Green plopped himself down on the couch between Yellow and Second, showing them the two videos they had posted earlier that day.

“People are seeing our videos! And they like them! Look!” Green scrolled through the comments, reading some of them out for the others to hear.

“I am speechless right now :D this is amazing!!! Keep up the amazing work!”

“Lol, videos like these are what makes youtube worth a while.”

“W EDITING!!!’ Hollywood needs to take notes!”

“This is really cool and a ABSOLUTE CINEMA”

“Whoa! They really love our stuff!” Red giggled as she bounced on her toes. “I'm glad they like my little surprise at the end of greenzilla.”

“I didn't realize that others would be watching our videos.” Yellow hummed as she looked at Green’s phone, leaning on his shoulder.

“These people are so kind. I did look good in that wig.” Blue chuckled as they sat next to Yellow. Green suddenly stood with a gasp.

“Guys!!! We should make more videos!!!” He said excitedly.

“Hell yeah! I’m in!!!” Red said excitedly.

“I don’t see why not. It was fun filming the other ones!” Yellow shrugged.

“Sounds fun. You in Second?” Blue asked. The other three turned to the orange hollow head, awaiting their response. Second chuckled and shook their head.

“Let's get filming.” The gang jumped to their feet with a cheer, running off to film their next video.

**********

“Guys come on! Let's go film another video!” Green cheered. The others turned to look at Green, who was holding a selfie stick.

“Didn't we just finish with the Super Orange video?” Yellow spoke up.

“Yeah, but to be a good content creator, we need to release many videos in a steady stream so our fans don’t get bored! Besides, we’re not filming another movie. We’re vlogging!” Green exclaimed.

“Vlogging? You mean documenting what we do every day?” Blue asked, munching in the nether wart in his hands.

“Oh please, that’s boring. The fans will be upset. We’re gonna do a vlog in minecraft!!!” Green exclaimed proudly. The others looked at each other unsurely.

“Soooooo why are we vlogging now anyway? Isn't us making those action movies good enough?” Red asked as she tapped her fingers on the table.

“Those are old school now! The fans want more! They want variety! And who are we to deny them?” Green says as he ruffles Red’s hair.

“Hey-Green!” Red shoved Green’s hand away.

“Come on guys! It’ll be fun! We can show them all the cool things we can do in minecraft! It’ll be fun!” Green continued to pester the group. Second finally sighed and stood.

“Ok ok, we’ll go vlog with you. But it’ll have to be quick. I need to help Alan later.”

“You got it!”

**********

As the days went on, Green became much more obsessed and involved with his youtube channel and making videos. The others had largely stepped back, no longer enjoying the process of filmmaking. Especially since Green would constantly demand them to be perfect.

This formed a rift in the group, causing the others to be cold towards Green. They didn't even know who he was anymore. There was no more fun, it was just a constant need to make sure everything was perfect for the audience.

One day, while everyone was lounging around, Green suddenly came to them.

“Hey guys, wanna go out for a picnic?” Green asked.

“Oh so you're doing Mukbangs now?” Red wittily snorted. Green hummed.

“No I'm not, but I should try that at some point.” Green hummed as he noted that for him to make a video on.

“Oh creators red what have you done?” Second sighed as he pinched her cheek. “Stop giving him ideas.

“Ow! Hey! It was a joke. I wasn't trying to give him ideas!” Red pouted. Green sighed as he shook his head.

“This isn't for a video. We just haven't hung out in a while and I wanted to do something with you all.” Green said. The other four paused before looking at reach other. They seem shocked about this, but they smiled.

“You know, I was getting quite hungry.” Yellow chuckled.

“A picnic doesn't sound all that bad.” Second admitted.

“I can help make food.” Blue offered.

“Finally! You're doing something besides your stupid videos!” Red cheered as they hopped to their feet. Green smiled as he turned.

“No need for food, I already set the place up. Come on!” Green said as he walked away. The others smiled more as they followed Green through the nether portal and into a cherry tree biome.

“Whoa! I haven't been to one of these yet!” Yellow exclaimed as she looked around. “It’s beautiful!”

“No kidding! Minecraft really has come a long way since we first started playing it.” Second chuckled, hands in the pocket of their hoodie.

“I think the graphics are beautiful. I mean, look at this!” Blue said as they caught a cherry blossom petal in their hand. They then blew it out of their hand, watching as it gracefully danced to the ground. “Definitely gotten better.”

“Oh look at this!!!” Red gasped as she ran ahead of Green. She looked at the makeshift picnic blanket in the ground. She giggled as she laid on it. “This is so cute!!! Thanks for doing this Green!” 

“Of course.” Green said as the others sat on the wool, grabbing sandwiches. As his friends passed around the food, green had to bite his lip to keep from giggling.

“There’s also another surprise I have for you guys.” Green managed out.

“What is-” The four froze as they heard pistons. Suddenly, they were falling, and they were burning. Screams of pain and panic suddenly filled the air as Green sat above, laughing cruelly at them. Quickly, the four had escaped the fire pit. Second, the first out, lunged at Green, pinning him down as they started punching the stick.

“You ass!!! What the hell was that?!” Second screamed at him. Green blocked Second’s punches with his arms.

“Dude what the hell?! It was just a prank! Calm down!” Green shouted, knocking Second off and standing.

“Just a PRANK?! Green, you could have killed us!!!”

“Ok and? You guys would just respawn! I don't know why you're so pissed!!!”

“I don't understand why you think this is funny!!! Don’t you remember what happened to Blue?! You’ve gone too far!!!”

“You're just being dramatic!!!”

“Youre fucking sick!!! We’re all SICK OF YOU!!!” Second lunged at Green again, starting a brutal brawl.

On the other side of the pit, Red and Yellow are tending to blue. Blue was a horrible mess, trembling and crying as he remembered the pain of being submerged in lava.

“M-Make it stop. Creators please make it stop!” Blue cried.

“Hey, hey it’s ok, you're ok.” Red said as she held the trembling stick. Yellow searched through Blue’s inventory, finding a few healing potions.

“H-Here. Drink these.” Yellow said as she handed two to Red. Red quickly took one and uncapped it.

“Here, drink the potion. The pain will go.” Red gently pressed the glass to Blue’s lips, helping him drink. Once Blue downed the potion, Red quickly drank the other one, ridding her body of its pain. Yellow drank her potion as well.

“Are you feeling better?” Yellow asked as she kneeled next to blue. Blue sniffled and rubbed his face.

“Why…? I don't understand, I thought that Green wanted to hang out with us. He said this wasn't for a video.” Blue cried.

“Well clearly not. The bastard tricked us all.” Red growled.

“Red! You shouldn’t-”

“Well if Green doesn't care why should I?!” Red shouts, her gaze darkening as she watches Second and Green fight. She then released Blue, rolling up her sleeves. “I’m gonna go get a few swings in.”

“Red-”

“Don't stop me Yellow. I don’t wanna hurt you.” Red said as she went after the other two. Yellow looked at Blue who merely shrugged. The yellow stick sighed as she sat next to blue, burying her face in her knees.

“I wish we never posted that first video…” She choked out. Blue silently wrapped an arm around yellow, comforting her as she did her best not to cry.

**********

As the days passed by, the other four began to actively ignore Green. And Green had begun to ignore them. He put all his time and energy into youtube. It was his life line, his will, his need. It was his entire being. And he was willing to do anything for his ‘fans’.

But soon, the views began to lessen, comments became scarce and whatever comments were left were people telling Green how disappointed they were in him. It infuriated the stick. He had done everything they had asked of him. No longer making action movies, vlogging, doing their requests, EATING GRASS. He’s done everything to please them and now they're leaving him.

Green needed to do something to make them come back. But what? He racked his brain trying to think of something to reignite the audience. But he had nothing.

“No… NO!!! I-I cant…!” Green struggled to think of anything. He was just staring at an empty void. He began to laugh uncontrollably.

“Oh creators! Dear creators, I'm a washout!!!” Green laughed maniacally.

“I've done everything! There’s nothing for me to do anymore.” Green’s laughs quickly turned into cries. Green’s anger began to build as his mania took over his mind. The stick then began to trash his room, smashing his monitor, his phone, breaking his microphone and punching holes into the walls. Once Green expelled all his energy, he stood in the middle of his room, panting as tears rolled down his cheeks and blood spilled from his torn and cut up fists.

“Damn… I really am nothing huh?” Green mumbled as he stared at his feet. “What was… the point of any of this…?”

Green’s vision began to get blurrier and spotty. He hummed a bit before closing his eyes and collapsing. Green laid on the ground, looking at the shattered mirror leaning against the wall in front of him. He looked terrible. Deep dark eyebags, bloodshot eyes, and disheveled hair. He looked like a zombie. The blood did not help with the look either. Green weakly smiled at himself in the mirror.

“Damn. No wonder no one wanted to watch my videos anymore. I’m a goddamn mess.” Green then closes his eyes, succumbing to his exhaustion.

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When Green awoke, his whole body felt sore. He almost didn't want to get up, but he knew he needed to clean up the mess he made. So Green forced himself to sit up. Once Green was upright, he realized that he wasn’t on the floor. He was actually in a bed, Second’s bed.

Green stared at the familiar sheets, wondering what the hell happened. He then noticed that his hands had been bandaged as well. Green was confused. Had he gotten up and dealt with the wounds himself? Why was he in Second’s bed? There’s no way they were the one who tended to him. Especially not after what had been said after the picnic. The door suddenly opened and Green’s eyes glanced over. There stood the orange Hollowhead, their expression blank as they looked at Green,

“Damn.” They suddenly spoke. “You still look like shit.”

Green stared into Second’s lime green eyes, almost in disbelief. Green’s lips suddenly curled up as his body trembled. A teary laugh choked its way out of Green. He laughed for a moment before quickly dissolving into harsh sobs. Second sighed and sat next to the mess of a stick, side hugging him and rubbing his arm while he covered his face with his hands.

“I’m a fucking idiot.” Green choked out.

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am! I… I thought you hated me.” Green choked out, shoving Second away, only for the hollow head to hold him tighter.

“Will you shut up and listen to me for once?” Second huffed as they held Green’s face, making the messy stick look at them.

“You clearly overworked yourself, and now you're all burnt out. You need to calm down and shut that damn channel down.”

“But-” Second placed their hand over Green’s mouth.

“Sh-No, I'm not done.” Second sighed as they spoke again. “You're letting that thing take over your entire life. You're making yourself sick for a bunch of people who literally don't care about you. Not to mention pushing away everyone who really does care about you.”

Green scoffed and pulled away from Second.

“You say that like you guys still care about me.” Green said bitterly, pulling his knees to his chest and hiding his face in his knees. Second groaned and flicked the side of Green’s head.

“You must be dense as hell if you think we don't care about you. Who do you think bandaged your hands and cleaned your room for you?” Second scoffed. Green was silent. The hollow head had a point, but it didn't help with the guilt and the shame that filled Green’s chest.

“I don't understand…” Green mumbled, body shaking again.

“I don't understand why you do…” Green flinched as he felt Second’s hand gently pat his back.

“We care because we’re your friends Green. Your real friends. We aren't random people behind a screen. We genuinely care about and love you for you. Not whatever fake you put up on the internet.” Sec says.

“Green?” Green looked up to see Red, Blue, and Yellow standing at the door. Blue had a tray of food, making Green’s stomach grumble.

“Someone’s hungry.” Red chuckled. Green buried his face in his knees again, overwhelmed with emotions.

“Please, eat green. I know you haven't been eating well.” Blue said as he placed the tray of food on the corner of the bed. They then handed a bowl of ramen out to everyone in the room. Green stared at the bowl that had been placed in his hands. The scent made his mouth water and his stomach grumbled again.

Green suddenly remembered the first time Blue had made this for the group and the adventure they had after that. The memory made his eyes teary as he slowly began to eat the noodles. He looked around the room, seeing the others casually chat while enjoying the food. The empty pit in Green’s heart suddenly felt full as he enjoyed the moment. A moment he never realized how much he missed.

Green’s phone suddenly pinged on the desk next to him. He reached over and looked at the notification. It was another comment from someone on his latest video. The others sat still, watching green to see what he’d do.

Green simply opened his phone and deleted youtube before tossing his phone at the end of the and continuing to eat. The others looked at each other with smiles.

“Welcome back Green.” Second chuckled as they playfully nudged Green. Green merely hummed as he leaned on the hollowhead. He looked at all his friends, tears silently rolling down his cheeks as he absorbed and lived in the moment. No cameras, no staged acting, just pure raw emotion Green never wanted to lose again.