#Respawn Chambers

[clockwork25]

Respawn Chambers for Constantine, Lord Licorice, Kyburi, Queen Chrysalis and Zeebad.

[dorkousloris]

....eugh as a treat to myself, imma draw jestellra (their canon counterparts) bc its been a while since i drew them and i miss them. so much. and then later on.... mortujulita in that block universe bc i cant stop thinking about it sjghksdgjhs

[spotsupstuff]

How/Who is Capers next mechanic after Sparrows? Did Sparrow leave anything behind for the next mechanic?

probably some poor ass higher circle twink that has No fuckin idea why this supposedly cheery happy-go-lucky Iterator is so dark and brooding and depressed. and (after Sparrows dies, cuz the 3rd would come in Ways before that) why is the energy constantly FUCKIN fluctuating, this instability is HARDLY fuckin HEALTHY what the HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE

he would have some meetings with Sparrows so she could give him some pointers, explain how certain Euros-specific things work (Euros Is build to be the Phone Operator Chief n all that so his comm systems are special), where she left off when it comes to perfecting the structure and prolly would tell him a little about who Euros as a person is as well. the meetings wouldn't be that plentiful or fruitful later down the line since she.. starts going senile and all that

Sparrows leaves behind a trainwreck of a man (physically absolutely Great condition, but oh gods the feels) so the 3rd Mechanic has to somehow deal with That all by himself. which is hard cuz Euros won't talk about it with some stranger that cannot be trusted with their secret. the 3rd is probably kind enough, genuinely worried, but still kind of a prick n not nearly as empathetic, humble and casual as Sparrows was. i imagine him with a nasal voice and a "uhhh.... actually-???" attitude most of the time

[bleue-flora]

***UPDATE***

I did some snooping of my own as well as had people find or rule some out (I’ll probably continue to update this as we go on so to check the updated list return to the original post instead of the reblogs)

Alright, by popular demand here it is. There are likely things on here that may not exist yet because the map is from before the finales or don't exist at all or aren’t on this map (these items will be marked DNE - does not exist). I don't know, but that's part of the fun I suppose. :) Feel free to leave the answers in my asks, tag me, or just use the tag: #dsmp scavenger hunt so I can find your posts. <3 Good Luck!

DSMP Scavenger Hunt

Places

1. Staged Duo Island [related post]

✔️2a. Map #1 - Found ✔️2b. Map #4 from Dream’s wall in his bedroom cell [related post] (hopefully they are oriented right, I based it on the other wall maps’ orientation) - Found

2b. is Sam's Base at -3803 70 -3926 [post] (seems the map was oriented wrong oops, my bad... apparently it was right on his wall)

2a. has been determined by @sumwan to be a map of a more completed version of Sam’s handmade retirement island [post] (which is not actually shown in its completion on the dsmp map we were given, but is another mystery solved nonetheless :D)

✖️3. Quackity's storage room (what is in the chests?) [clip] - DNE

Given the look of this room and the presumed general area based off of the stream, I searched everywhere and am going to say this no longer exists and must have be changed since April 2021, perhaps it was part of a Las Nevadas building during construction… so no new torture method lore I guess :[

4. Quackity’s birthday poster (does it really say he’s 28? Or that his birthday is on December 28?)

5. Dream’s house (does he actually have one that’s not the prison or his old secret base)

✖️6a. Revival Book Lab [clip] - DNE ✖️6b. Punz's secret underground room - DNE

6b. The finale secret room has been confirmed to not have been built yet [post]

6a. It is a general consensus at this point that because Punz's tower does not appear the same as in the video that the video was filmed on a different map so there is no lab.

✖️7. Dream’s bed for respawning in the disc confrontation (it had to be close for him to get there so fast [related post]) - DNE [post]

✔️8. Warden’s prison stasis chamber on the outside [clip] - Found [post]

9. Does Quackity have an in Minecraft calendar? (that Dream mentions [clip] & is shown in vod)

10. Did they make a replica of the cell for the scrapped lore and just never filmed it?

Items

✔️11. Books Dream gave to Techno in prison (are they all empty?) - Found

No, the one labeled Dream says “dear technoblade” and the others also have things in them, not necessarily super notable but not nothing [post].

➖12. Dream’s letter to Techno - Maybe?

There is a world in which it could perhaps be the Dream book with “dear technoblade” in it [post] because that is what the scene ends on [clip].

13. Revival Book

14. Are there multiple Enderboo prison waivers for multiple visits?

➖15. The OG pink bed (shown in old enderchest [from this post] but not later) - Unfindable

So there are actually a shit ton of pink beds on the server a result of Eret’s ‘you matter <3’ pink wool and the og pink sheep at the community house no doubt. So I think this will be pretty impossible, unless we find something that seems like Dream’s house which has a pink bed.

✔️16. Does Dream have any named possessions? - Yes

A fish named J DAWG, good on Sneapeekay for giving Dream a pet, our boy has an attachment now :) [post]

17. Dreamrider [clip]

✔️18a. Dream’s blue shield - Found 18b. Smile shield from staged finale

18a. George still has it in his ender chest :) [post]

*40. Bonus Addition - Sam’s missing Warden items [related post] including : 40a. WARDENS WILL 40b. His armor and ✔️ 40c. His trident Wardens Mercy - Found [post]

Enchantments

✔️19. Enchantments of Quackity’s netherite low durability axe - Found

Efficiency V and Mending [post]

✔️20. Enchantments of Quackity’s diamond sword - Found

Sharpness I [same post as axe]

✔️21. Enchantments of Quackity’s diamond pickaxe - Found

Fortune II and Efficiency III [same post as axe]

✔️22. Dream’s armor enchantments after prison (how does it compare to Nightmare?) - Found

Pretty comparable as far as main enchants go, but definitely missing the extra frills [post] (thank you to @sumwan for finding Nightmare)

Questions

✔️23. Would Techno and Dream have been able to escape from under the cell? [clip] - I think EVENTUALLY Yes [post]

✔️24. Is the End completely untouched? [related post] - Yes

@blockgamepirate has made the observation that no End file exist so presumably they never went to the end before the finale.

✔️25. Are the cow and sheep still at the disc confrontation vault? - No

Just For Fun - Where are these?

✔️26. KSI portraits from sex class (are there any still around?) - Yes

I do not have the plugin but all maps seem to still be in the school.

27. DEFINITELY NOT PENIS

✔️28. Dream’s Diary - Found

It was still in the cell.... [post]

29. “thanks for visiting” prison book

30. The :) book Sapnap gives to Ranboo from Dream in prison

31. Sam’s book that says "I am not an idiot "over and over

32. The L’manberg photo from the finale [clip]

✔️33. Are there any Tales of the SMP sets? - Yes

@feyscape has found the City of Mizu at 13979 70 12937 [post]

@feyscape’s website notes that The Town That Never Was is at 843 97 -296 [link]

✔️34. Egg - Found

Oddly, near Bad and Skeppy's mansion and the prison, not the banquet room, at 325 11 -884 [post]

35. Bones and Skeppy’s house (in Egg Finale) [clip]

✔️36. Antarctica Tommy got teleported to when he was banned on his first day [related post] - Found

@feyscape website coordinates at 2000 64 2500 [link]

37. The ocean monuments missing elder guardians (for prison build)?

38a. Fundy's house in mesa 38b. Fundy’s nightmare set in mesa biome [clip]

✔️39. Dream’s parrot’s grave [Dream's parrot] - Found

@oduvany has found it at 237 2309 [post]

Helpful Resources

@sumwan’s post [here] tells how to access inventories

And @seriousbusiness4130 left some helpful replies on my post about finding the loaded chunks of a map:

@feyscape has set up a helpful coordinates archive [here]

[mx-post-stuffs]

repost i am now into my cocoon, a healing chamber. Respawn.

[conkreetmonkey]

Splatoon 3 is wild because imagine if you were living in Japan due to a recent economic and cultural boom, and suddenly a space shuttle with a mutant house-sized T-rex riding it suddenly burst from the center of Mt. Fuji and disappeared into space without explanation, and all you ever find out about what the fuck that was about is that Zuckerburg mysteriously disappeared the same day and was never seen again, but still "officially" ran Meta through an open secret Queen-Elizabeth-being-in-good-health gaslighting campaign, and everybody kind of suspected he may have been connected but never figured out anything conclusive.

Also the T-rex is now orbiting the earth in the fetal position like the guy from Jojo, and there are rumors of a substance that, if touched, turns you into a half-dinosaur monster. Nobody understands any of this but Meta employees just keep going to work and pretending Zuck still exists. The same 12 prerecorded voicelines constantly squak from the PA system.

Oddly, the statue in front of Meta HQ of a T-rex eating a human changes overnight into one of a giant human eating a tiny T-rex. Nobody noticed the switch, despite the statue being in a constantly bustling area. It happened shortly after the shuttle incident.

Jack Black's tiny clone, Lil' Jack, now wears a headset at all times and has been acting really shady since the incident. Also they're both hyperintelligent, immortal velociraptors found in an ancient cryogenic chamber who spend their days judging college football and eating the legally harvested flesh of hillbillies. Lil' Jack is probably plotting to kill Big Jack, but Big Jack doesn't seem to care, growing fat and lazy, sleeping on public benches in a bed of throw pillows. Also, he's very open about the fact that, as a velociraptor, humans look delicious, but he hasn't actually eaten anybody aside from the aforementioned hillbillies because he's civil.

Everyone is just expected to move on with their lives after this. This is normal to you.

The local art school was recently attacked by giant sea serpents, which were actually hideously bioengineered hillbillies, fulfilling a biblical doomsday prophecy, and they were driven back by Meta's army of minimum wage, part time child soldiers armed with warcrimey jury-rigged weaponry. The sea serpents had giant frying pans grafted into their mouths, which launched primitive tactical nukes made by filling garbage bags with their explosive blood. They still exist, and occasionally defend their comrades, but spend most of their time in the deep sea.

The local homeless emo twink everyone's attracted to is a closet millionaire who sells bootleg clothing in exchange for live rats, which he messily devours behind closed doors. He's also 8 feet tall and British and only has one eye.

North Korean refugees now flood the western world, after a greasy 14 year old hipster, under the guidance of Ariana Grande and Taylor Swift, beat Kim Jong Un in a mech battle, and the EDM remix of the Japanese national anthem they performed caused like half the soldiers to immediately realize North Korea sucks ass and defect. One of these individuals, 7 foot tall hypergenius, becomes a newscaster alongside a nepo baby rapper with dwarfism who likes to eat entire jars of mayo, and also they're a popular band. Also also, they may or may not be gay. Almost the entire population is gay, so this isn't a huge deal.

The new local newscasters are a famous Japanese lion tamer, an Indian girl with a bloodline trait allowing her to control snakes, and a Brazillian man the size of a smart car who exclusively communicates via grunts.

Gods, souls and zombies are objectively real, and you're effectively immortal because real-life respawning was invented a while ago. It works like a Keurig, but with mucus instead of coffee. Submersion in water kills you.

A good deal of the population is a hivemind. They pretend to be individuals for no reason.

Almost all men are now femboys.

Despite all this, you still have to go to work at 9 tomorrow.

[betweenlands]

[[Psst! Hey you! If you are here without context, go vote for the Well in the MCYT Prisons Contest!]] (and also for the Ghost's Vault, too)

“You tubed which Lying!?” Avid’s patron sputters.

Avid winces at the loud feedback screech accompanying their outburst, resisting the urge to clap his hands over his ears – instead, he looks directly over towards the most recently occupied tube, giving its new resident a quick once-over for identifying features. Fox ears, kind of runny mascara (the tube isn’t doing it any favors), raven wings, big floppy hat with a wide brim and a pointy tip.

He snaps his fingers. “Witch Lying! Yeah, that’s the one.”

“You,” the Nameless King says, and then mutters something completely unintelligible. “Avid. You have priorities. You are supposed to stop people from falling into the Void. This sort of diversion is–”

“I thought of that, actually!” Avid says brightly, leaning back against the stasis chamber. “Actually, they were like, a pretty high priority target once I realized I had access to other worlds through this whole… prison bracket… thingy.”

“I’m still not sure how that works, to be honest,” the Nameless King sighs.

“It’s really not that complicated! See, the other Avid is busy being possessed by some weird dark entity called the Old One or whatever, who I assume is like a rival of yours so I’m not going to linger on that because I certainly wouldn’t want to be asked about my exes, but anyway – he’s busy, I’m not –”

“–You have a job–”

“– and so I figured, what the heck, might as well just kinda sneak in there and see if there’s anyone that’s being particularly unsafe! And hoo boy, buddy, you are gonna be glad I did that.”

A pause, then more discontented grumbling from the other side of the line. “You had better have a good reason for taking your eyes off our biggest issues. Marmalade��s still at large, and that Fool could be–”

Avid snickers, rapping his knuckles against the tube despite the sign he’d put up next to it clearly reading DO NOT TAP ON GLASS. “Okay, so here’s the deal. It turns out this sucker right here, the Witch, they’re like – immortal immortal.”

“Most people are somewhat immortal. Respawn exists.”

“Yeah, I don’t think they’ve taken a respawn in a couple centuries,” Avid says, stretching and moving over to the readout of the tubed figure’s genetics chart. “From an old modded generation – they’ve got some sort of immortality machine somewhere. Couldn’t figure out how to disable that but I did my research and, oh boy, you are gonna be glad to hear about this one.”

“Again. This had better be good.”

“Man, you are tetchy today.” Avid sighs. “I’ll make it quick. Immortality machine runs on death protection poppets. Death protection poppets block void damage. Void deals void damage. People go into Limbo if the Void can’t kill ‘em. You want people not in Limbo. Ergo, pickled Witch in the Woods.”

A long silence.

“Did I oversimplify?”

“No.” They sigh deeply. “Frankly, I’m stunned that you managed to create and follow a totally logical train of thought to completion. If what you’re saying is true, you actually have saved us both a great deal of hassle.”

“Aw. That’s sweet of you.” Avid leans back against the tube again, grinning.

“Don’t get used to it. But… well done.”

Avid grins widely, almost to the point where he has to cover his own face to hide how much he’s smiling. He’s done a good job! He did it! He’s getting a good grade in tubing people, something both normal to want and possible to achieve!

“I asked you a question, Avid,” the Nameless King says. Oops.

“Yep! Definitely heard you the first time, but, could you maybe just… rephrase that in full for a reason that is totally unrelated to me not hearing you?”

A long-suffering sigh. “I asked how you got them in the first place. Didn’t you lose the last round?”

“Eheh.” Avid’s grin turns almost uncharacteristically nasty. “See, that’s the thing. I did. I’ve been picking off the losers for the most part, so everyone’s been worrying about little ol’ me. I mean, who would even bother going after the immortal that won this round? If anything, they’re a suspect.” He waves one hand. “It’ll take people a little while to realize anything’s up – in fact, I can probably pick off a few more people in the quarterfinals before anyone figures out that the Witch is missing.”

“Make your pitch,” Avid’s patron says. “Quickly.”

“You got it.” Avid rummages in his inventory and pulls out a hand-drawn map of the upcoming tournament and a ballpoint pen that was probably Trog’s before they got tubed. He clicks it a few times, tapping it against his chin. “So, this round the Well looks like it might get bodied. Last round got something like a thousand votes – really close call, this place called the Desert versus these things called ‘where is’ blogs.”

“Please tell me you didn’t take out Ross,” the Nameless King says. “I don’t have the time or resources to deal with the Red Sun, and neither do you.”

“I may be dumb,” Avid says, “but I’m not stupid. I didn’t mess with that round. It was too high-profile, and keeping the Desert guys at large means they’re another prime suspect for the disappearances. Which brings me to the winners of that round.”

“Which was…?”

“The where is blogs. Apparently they put people in situations and it’s very popular. But, if they win, I’m thinking I could call in a little request for their next location.”

“Hm.” Avid gets the distinct sensation that the Nameless King is tapping their fingers against something. “Yes, that could work. If they let their guard down after winning like the Witch did, you could sweep in and get a lot of people at the same time – define where they are, as it were.”

Avid twirls the pen around his fingers a couple times before scribbling something down in the margins of his notes. “See, this is why we make such a good team! That is exactly what I was thinking we could do.”

“Excellent. Then make sure they win the next round – and don’t let me down.”

Avid nods, and then realizes that his patron can’t see him doing that, and then decides that he doesn’t really have anything to add. Awkward silence fills the air for several seconds.

“One more thing,” the Nameless King finally says. “You said you were picking off the losers, didn’t you?” Their voice is dryly annoyed again – so much for being happy with Avid’s job performance. “I would love to hear who else you’ve wasted our time on.”

“Not a waste of time!” Avid says brightly, hopping over the top floor railing and down to a lower floor. “So, there’s this really cute version of Viking that I would, just, love to talk with over drinks sometime, seems like a really fun dude, has this beautiful vault –”

“Avid. Focus.”

“Uh. Right. Probably won’t be able to talk to him face-to-face unless he gets into the finals, so I’m gonna have to work really hard to see if I can–”

“Avid.”

“Sorry, sorry!” Avid waves a hand as he checks over the occupant of the next tube. “Anyway, the guy he beat was really distracted and kind of stormed off muttering about how people should’ve had new perspectives or something? He was alone, so I bopped him over the head and tossed him in a stasis chamber.”

Avid looks over the catboy in the tube appraisingly. He’s wearing all-black with green and yellow highlights – he kind of looks like an emo version of Viking, if Viking actually wore hoodies. And had brown hair. And didn’t really look like Viking other than the heterochromia. “I don’t know his name, but apparently he’s Canadian? Whatever that means, I don’t think Canada canonically exists in–”

“You’re not serious.”

“I am! We cannot confirm Canada to be like, a canonically existing thing, that’ll break suspension of disbelief! Or at least that’s probably what Anathra would say.”

“I don’t care about the relative canonicity of Canada. You’re telling me you captured Kenadian? The person known for breaking into and out of places faster than anyone else? The prison escapist?”

“Ohhh,” Avid says. “He’s not Canadian, his name’s Kenadian. You know what, that makes so much more sense.”

[host-hubliminal]

>>START_LOG:

HostLog_8:

Subject: Host 2.8

Name: Popcorn

Species: Bag (Of Popcorn)

Source: Showvember

Gender: Intersex Genderfluid (Femme-leaning)

Pronouns: she/he/they

Description:

Popcorn was added to the list as a joke by MOLES. Her arrival however was taken seriously.

Popcorn is a white and coral red striped bag with popcorn inside. She is not the popcorn itself, she is the bag. Her name is misleading. We know. Popcorn has limbs akin to that of a furred dragon, a very rare limb type, and her legs can shapeshift between digitigrade and plantigrade. Her limb color is a wine-plum with darker black around the foot/hand areas. She wears two white arm bands, one on each arm. Her tail follows the furred dragon shape, as well as coloration, but the plume of fur at the tip of the tail is a light, almost cotton candy pink color.

Popcorn’s object-part is known to change in size, shape, and color, but she stays consistent with a pair of 3-D glasses, and a striped popcorn bag. Her appearance is largely unimportant as no currently known forms have any special abilities that make him any different. The reason as to why this is is still unknown, but it seems to be normal for any other object in his universe.

Popcorn is a loose cannon. At first she seems unpredictable, but unlike Host 2.9 and Host 2.6, she is able to reign in this chaotic nature and use it to her advantage. And oh boy does she do that. She can be seen as greedy, self-centered, and almost barbaric, doing anything she can to get anything she wants. Despite this, she is seen to have some remorse and guilt for her actions. Her actions seem to be more influenced by emotion than anything else.

Known Abilities:

Popcorn’s abilities… Hm. Where do we begin?

The shapeshifting is most obvious and was already mentioned in his visual description.

Popcorn’s most fundamental abilities seem cartoonish in nature, slapstick if you will. Theoretically almost any object could do it but isn’t ‘Popcorn’ enough to do it. [Addendum./ We would like to thank a source of whom shall remain anonymous for the time being for this analysis and the following data as well.]

Theories say that he may have chaos-influenced abilities; the chaos they cause in turn influences what they are able to do in said situation. ‘If it’s funny enough, he can do it’.

Observed possible abilities are the snap to teleport (most normal for most show hosts, is also Host 2.2’s preferred method of teleportation), memory erasure (though it is unconfirmed if he did this with or without a device), high jumping/floatation, and minor shapeshifting of objects other than oneself.

Whether she has all of these abilities innately or by assistance is unknown.

It is also theorized that she can ‘respawn herself’, but this has also been thought up as simple as a restoration chamber in another room. Either way, whether or not he can respawn himself is unknown. If he is, we may be dealing with a literal god of chaos.

Procedures to take:

She will be nerfed via standard object protocol.

END_LOG.

[firequeenofficial]

:0 borth??? happy birthdayyy?? :D

Also what about ranchers with 16 :3c

Borth! Thanks!

Have a cute and silly Ranchers :)

-

Tango arrived back at the Ranch after a moderately successful mining trip, expecting to find Jimmy outside working with the animals or building up the wall. Instead, the Ranch seemed deserted.

Tango frowned and headed to the main house. "Jimmy?" he called, fighting trepidation. He was probably just lost in work or something. Nothing serious.

And then Jimmy rushed out of the door, colliding with Tango just outside. Tango's relief had just a second to live before it was killed by the panic of Jimmy's face.

"Don't go inside!" Jimmy gasped.

That didn't sound good at all. Jimmy's fear was contagious, and Tango found himself nearly trembling. "What? What is it?"

"There's- there's something in there!"

Tango's tail whipped nervously, matching his soulmate's wings' movement. "What kind of something?"

"I don't know. I can hear it moving around under the basement!"

It was a trap. It had to be. Someone had trapped their base. There was a mob under there, ready to jump out and attack the second either of them stepped on the wrong plank or opened the wrong chest. A skeleton, or a creeper, or something. Something that would kill them immediately, even if there was only one of them in range.

If Tango went in there and died, Jimmy would die as well. But... they couldn't stay outside forever. They had to do something about it.

Tango straightened, balling his fists with resolve. "Watch my back," he said to Jimmy.

Jimmy couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What part of don't go inside do you not understand?!" But still, he followed Tango into the house, both of their shields raised. Together, they headed down to the basement.

Immediately, Tango heard it too. Something walking around directly below the floor, on the other side of the room. He tried to figure out what it was, but the sound was echoing too much to be anything approaching identifiable, like the creature was in some sort of chamber.

Beside him, Jimmy was wringing his hands, panicked and trying not to be. "It was Joel," he was saying. "I know it."

"Or Scar," Tango suggested. He was doing about as well as Jimmy at hiding his fear, his flames growing brighter and his tail flicking around like a trapped fly at a window. And yet, he managed to keep his footsteps steady as he started to approach the corner the sound was coming from.

He'd barely taken two steps when the footsteps below got louder. No, not louder - closer. Tango froze, letting out a little squeal. The creature moved nearer and nearer, and Tango started backing away, until he was shoulder to shoulder with Jimmy, their backs against the wall. The thing was between them and the ladder back up to safety, trapping them.

"What do we do, what do we do, what do we do?" Jimmy hissed, his voice rising in pitch with each repetition.

"Um." Tango brain had shut down, too afraid to think. "Uh." He did the only thing he could come up with. He broke the floor.

"Why would you do that?!" Jimmy squeaked, his voice so high now that it was almost inaudible.

"I panicked!"

With the new hole in the floor, they could see the shallow ditch below it. They were one block above what seemed to be a small, natural cave, and hadn't even known it. And now it would kill them.

That was the moment the thing decided to strike, leaping out of the hole and right at them with terrifying speed and accuracy.

Both men shrieked, Jimmy leaping into the air and into Tango's arms, presumably on some avian instict to find high ground. Unfortuntaley, Tango was not very tall; Jimmy was easily a head taller than him. Despite this, Jimmy felt heavy as a feather, and Tango held him easily.

Tango squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for death, ready for the pain then the pull of the respawn that would put them on red.

Nothing happened.

Slowly, Tango opened his eyes.

Standing in front of him, innocently scratching at the stone floor, was a chicken. Just a tiny, harmless chicken.

There was a moment of shaken silence as they both took in the animal in their basement, then the chicken let out a squawk and Tango burst out laughing.

In his arms, Jimmy was going bright red, too embarassed to see the humour in the situation.

"Oh yeah, Joel's really stepped up his trapping game!" Tango wheezed. "We should have thought of that!"

"Yes, very funny," Jimmy grumbled. "You can put me down, now."

Tango did, still losing his mind. If he could cry, he definitely would be now. "I think I need new trousers!" he joked.

Jimmy managed a tiny smirk. "Did you poop a little?"

"I definitely pooped a little!"

And then Jimmy was laughing along, too. "Yeah, I think I did too."

Tango scooped the chicken up under his arm and climbed back up the ladder one handed, using his tail for balance, and Jimmy followed, ready to catch him if he fell.

The chicken made for a delicious dinner that night.

[paranoidginger]

Respawn Malfunction- Destabilization

Characters: Spy (TF2), Medic (TF2)

TW: Body Horror, Suffocation/Choking, Dark Themes, Canon-Typical Violence

Another day, another battle just like any other. The spy had been cornered by an enemy Pyro on his way down to the Intel room, and the last thing he felt was the agonizing burning of the enemy's flame before the world went dark.

He took a deep breath as he found himself in the respawn room, feeling as though an eternity had passed between his death and his revival, the memory of burning still set his nerves on edge.

Softly, he sighed, shaking his head slightly and adjusting his tie. He felt oddly clumsy, his hands not quite cooperating as he went through his usual post-respawn ritual of making sure that his suit was straightened and tidy before he moved to leave the small chamber.

His first steps were as expected, although the farther he moved, the heavier his limbs began to feel, his legs weaker than they should have been. It would be fine, and if it wasn't, so be it, getting sent through respawn again would most likely fix the issue, he just needed to get out of the resupply room. He never did make it out though.

Halfway there, his legs gave out beneath him, and he hit the floor hard, coughing slightly as he attempted to regain the air that had been knocked out of him during his fall. Slowly, he attempted to push himself up, panic taking hold of him as he was unable to pull his legs underneath him. All he could do was hope and pray that the others wouldn't show up... That he wouldn't be seen in this pathetic state.

That feeling of burning never quite left, and after a moment, he couldn't help but notice that his mask had begun to feel damp. He reached a shaking hand to his face, lightly touching beneath his eye, a thick translucent substance pulling away with his hand, stretching and sagging for a moment before breaking and falling to the floor.

Instinctively, he gasped, only to choke; his body feeling weaker and weaker as a hot, burning ache welled up in his chest and he began to cough, more of the strange thick liquid filling his mouth and dropping onto the hard tile of the floor.

Each breath he drew became more of a struggle as he collapsed fully to the floor, calling weakly for the team's medic as that hot, suffocating feeling spread through his body, his limbs heavy and immovable as he watched the sleeve of his suit slowly deflate, the translucent, viscous substance pooling from the end as he felt the weight of his own body force him to flatten against the tile surface.

He could feel as the side of his face morphed and stretched as he melted onto the floor, unable to move, unable to breathe... The cold tile stung at the surface of what had once been a human body... His body. At one point he had blinked, his eyelids clear and unable to reopen as he watched himself slowly dissolve.

A minute or two passed for the Spy before the Medic found himself in the respawn chamber, having found himself alone, he had ironically been killed while looking for the item that should have prevented his death; a medkit.

Either way, he found himself in the familiar chamber of the respawn and resupply room, freezing as he spotted the suit lying on the floor.

That was not normal... Quite far from it, actually. If it was Soldier's clothes, he would have expected it, but between the arrangement of the garments, and who they belonged to... Spy was not the type to go streaking across the battlefield in his birthday suit.

"Vhat zhe..." The Medic mumbled softly to himself, approaching the concerning sight and crouching down as he noticed the volume in the body of the suit jacket, hesitating for a moment before poking it lightly, watching as whatever it was that filled the suit jiggled slightly and then began to pulsate softly.

He couldn't help but exhale a soft "Hooh" of a laugh, carefully picking up the suit jacket and dumping its contents into the floor.

The puddle that had once been the Spy rippled across its surface, his eyes turning to look up at the medic as he cocked his head to the side, carefully examining the pile of goo and suppressing a slight grin as he poked his puddle of a comrade once more, watching as the thin skin across his surface rippled and shifted in what seemed to be an effort to get away.

"Ohoh! How interesting... I've seen plenty of respawn malfunctions, but zhis is simply unheard of!" The Medic chuckled slightly, standing up and looking through the supply cabinet, locating a container that could fit at least most of the Spy inside of it.

Carefully, he placed the large bucket next to the puddle, somewhat haphazardly beginning to push and scoop and shove what had once been the Spy into the bucket, before tipping the container upright.

"Vell, you seem to stay in one piece! Zhat's helpful." The Medic cooed, grinning down at the bucket's contents, watching as the Spy's eyes yet again turned to look up at him as his form settled in the bucket. "You stay here vhile I get back out and help finish zhe round, ja? Oh, vhat am I saying, it's not like you can go anyvhere." He scoffed at himself, making a vague gesture with his hands before standing up to his full height again, readying his medigun and charging out the door of the resupply.

The three minutes it took to finish the round was agony. All the Spy could see was the ceiling of the resupply room, and all he could feel was the cold walls of the container holding him in one piece. Even with all of his effort, the most he could do was make his gelatinous form shiver slightly. It hurt... Everything hurt, and he couldn't understand why he hadn't simply died from the malfunction... It would have been better if he had just respawned again, but no... Of course luck would be against him...

The Medic was careful with him, carrying the bucket away and stowing the Spy in his ambulance before the others could see him... He couldn't help but feel incredibly thankful for that small kindness, despite the slight fear he held regarding the testing the doctor would surely expose him to.

The Medic disappeared for a moment, letting the others know that he would meet them back at the main base before returning to his vehicle, making sure the bucket of Spy was secure in the footwell of his passenger seat and he would not tip over before he got into the driver's seat and started up the vehicle.

The drive was awful. Every bump and every turn threatened to cause what had once been the Spy to slosh over the edge of his five gallon bucket and every time, he could not help but panic, completely unable to do anything to protect himself or hold himself together on the bumpy drive as he was forced to listen to the mad doctor's ramblings.

The drive was awful, but at least it finally came to an end. The Medic pulled his ambulance into the garage and turned the vehicle off, circling around to collect his latest patient and test subject. This was going to be interesting...

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Leaving this on a cliffhanger!

This fic was specifically written as a gift for @thatonesimp-e I hope you enjoyed, Dragon!

(Maybe I'll make a continuation ;3)

[autumnmist101]

C!Pearlescentmoon Head-cannons

First thing first: She is favored by both Watchers and Listeners. She is not one or the other, however they each did give her some kind of titaness powers.

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Trigger warning: Mentions of blood and sharing food with animals.

Hybrid forms/how they were gotten:

Magpie: Born with the wings, however instead of red eyes, had dark blue with light blue pupils. Once she had escaped Evo with the others, her eyes changed, and wings stopped growing due to a methionine deficiency developing. She can no longer fly with them but continues to preen them.

Moth: While in Legacy, Sausage was trying to find an alternative honey and tried using Moths to make it. Had Pearl drink some, effects never went away.

Wolf: In her tower in DL, the few crops she had grew slowly and her food supplies dwindled. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Rotten flesh it was, even if that meant sharing her last piece with Tilly.

Alien: (There's a couple for this one)

-She fell out of the sky on her first (Evo) smp. You could say she's been hiding this since day 1.

-Impulse's chocolate bar that he had her try in season 8 had some effect that remained dormant till she was around the alien plants in season 9.

-Used some weird plants she had found in some soup and it transformed her into one.

Salmon: Salmon blood got into a cut she had gotten by skinning her knee on day 1 of season 10.

Spider: Bitten on a fresh wound while on Fantasy smp or could argue it was a cave spider that had gotten her in a trial chamber a week before. Either way she was bitten on a fresh wound

Bat: One had bit her out of fright and when she had killed it, its blood got into hers.

Bunny: Was harvesting carrots and hadn't noticed the teeth marks till after she had bitten into it.

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Trigger warning: Mentions of needles.

Youngest Skybling. Grian is the oldest and Jimmy is the middle child.

Has actually cursed out multiple people. They, however, didn't understand what she was saying due to her accent getting thicker when she's angry.

Deathly afraid of needles. Will barricade her base and buff up her defenses, usually turning into her full wolf form. Takes at least 7 hermits to get her one shot and they all die afterwards.

Likes old raggedy worn-out things. Says that when things are tattered and patched up, it shows the love that has been put into that thing, so the person didn't have to throw it out.

Would visit Empires almost weekly in Season 9, and when she couldn't visit would give Gem the letters to pass out to the others.

Likes helping with Sausage's lore, however, still feels weird about playing the role of a goddess.

Laughs every time she sees Skizz's Tasmanian devil creation that got him kicked out of heaven. The first time she seen it, she had died from suffocation because of laughing too hard. Her ribs hurt for fifteen minutes after she had respawned.

Takes Gem ice-skating even though she herself can’t skate.

Her eyes will revert back to how they were in Evo some days. Would hide them behind sunglasses because she was afraid that they would scare people.

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Double Life and Aftermath Head-cannons

Trigger warning: the t-word, implied self-harm, implied eating disorder, and . . . trauma induced mutism?

Would get cheer up tickles from Cleo and Scott when she was sad in Last Life. i.e. when she couldn't stop Joel from killing Scott/when Scott turned red and left the yellows. This is what lead to Pearl's lines of 'doing a little tickle' in Double Life

The DL mechanics would let soulmates feel whatever the other felt physically. When Scott missed the old Pearl, he would trace hearts on his ribs. He didn't know it, but Pearl felt every stroke, and this drove her deeper into madness.

Despite everyone thinking that she got the scar across her eye from Joel when he killed her, she had actually gotten it when Cleo had critted Scott on the second week of DL. Joel's axe had lodged in her forehead.

The Watchers hadn't known what to do with the boogie man curse during DL. However, noticed that it was attracted to Pearl, while in her vulnerable state. They believed it would be satisfied after her first kill. . . They were wrong.

Stopped talking after her DL victory. Only communicated with gestures.

Stayed in Gem's castle for multiple weeks. Spending most of her days staring in a mirror. Making sure that the face she saw back had no purple in her eyes and was recognizable as her own.

Had restricted/supervised access to powdered snow and cacti, and later berry bushes, pufferfish, and fire.

Would ration all her food. Impulse secretly got her three farming villagers and a whole box of emeralds she could use to trade for carrots with.

Cleo was the first one to find out about her wolf form and helped her through adjusting to it.

I'll make a new post if I come up with more for her. As of now this is what I've got. Hope you enjoyed! <3

[aipurjopa]

one thing i see people ask all the time is “how did uu!ken escape proton?” when talking abt uu’s continuity problems. um but while uu does have some continuity problems (example: how tf did parrot get out of the end) uu!ken getting out of proton isn’t one of them.

after parrot gets out, they get a message from ken that basically tells them to go to his base and pull his stasis. they go to what they assume is ken’s base and it most definitely is ken’s base from the yellow and green decor, the signs about dementia, the fact that everyone agreed this was a very kenadian base and pull said stasis chamber at that base. obviously parrot cuts to black do we don’t technically know if it was ken’s stasis but it is very heavily implied to be so. also ken was walking free in the next parrot video so it definitely was his stasis.

another thing is that after the stasis is pulled and parrot cuts to black this track is played. its then played again when parrot and ken meet up to move villagers in the civilization vid. the usage of the track sort of creates this continuation from the proton escape, picking up where we left off (pulling the stasis chamber). it basically also further lets us know that yes, it was ken’s stasis, yes ken is okay now.

idk it was bothering me lol.

anyways now the real question is how tf did parrot get out of the end. my 2 main theories are 1) ash decided he wanted parrot to join him so he undid whatever tf he did to parrot and then allowed him to return to the overworld (to then lure parrot into his vault) or 2) when clown respawns the dragon in wemmbu’s escape room vid (which was posted between the civilization and the vault heist so i’m assuming it falls there in the timeline) and wemmbu kills it and reopens the portal it fixes parrot’s problem. yeah. anyone else got anything?

[ratmonky]

Drinking Games

warnings: death kink, murder kink, russian roulette, gunplay, gun kink, violence, dub-con, choking

short summary warnings: munkified spy

word count: 2.5k

ao3 link

It had been a long time. A really long time. Or had it been only a month? 

Medic had mentioned this time confusion was caused by the respawn system. Well, being killed and killing repeatedly had to have its downsides. You hadn’t decided to become a mercenary for the money anyway. The act of killing and being killed was enticing, and being able to do it over and over again… Fuck. You could feel yourself tremble at the thought. 

Death was exciting. Violent. Romantic.

Being killed at the hands of the enemy who looked at you with so much hatred, so much disgust, and oh so much violence. You remembered each of their faces before pulling the trigger or stabbing you. The grins on their faces, no matter how small, they all enjoyed this as much as you did. 

Your teammates though, never spoke of the excitement of the battle like you wanted them to. They would boast about the number of kills they got to determine who was better but it was only to keep score and felt too boring.

“Ready?” The hands clad in leather put a revolver on the table. Delicately holding the revolver in place as if he didn’t it would move away. 

Not all of your teammates were boring.

“Are you?” you asked, the excitement in your voice was tangible. He had returned, finally. Your gaze met his, the cold stare he gave you was his way of telling you that he was ready. A smile tugged at your lips, in this dimly lit room away from everyone, he was unmasked. 

Sighing, he sat down in front of you, his glass of whiskey swirling in his hold, “Quit being childish.”

As he lifted his hand from the revolver and took a swig from his drink, you decided to take a sip from yours. You brought your glass to your lips and took a sip. His gaze was on you, watching. The taste was different and better. Well, at least to you. Your smile got wider as you raised your glass, “What did I do to deserve this?”

“For your company,” he said, raising his glass to toast instead of answering your question.

Today, he had been kind enough to hand you cognac instead of whiskey. During your previous session, you had made a small comment about liking cognac more and he had gone through the trouble of serving your drink of preference to you. 

You didn’t push your luck and followed his lead to drink.

Then, he put his glass down and gestured for you to take the revolver. There was no need for small talk. You both knew why you were here. Taking the gun, you released the cylinder and placed a single bullet in the chamber before skillfully spinning the mechanism and flicking it back in its place. You spared him a glance and he shook his head. Although both of you knew that it was damaging the weapon to handle it as you did, nothing could be more important than this session.

“Ladies first,” he said, “As usual.”

“As usual,” you echoed with a grin and pointed the revolver at him. He stared at you with disinterest, as usual. Though you knew he enjoyed this as much as you did, because why else would he indulge in your grotesque fetish? 

He gracefully dipped his hand in his blazer’s inner pocket and pulled out his cigarette case. Opening it, he took a cigarette, placed it between his lips, and lit it. Taking a long drag, with the same grace, he exhaled softly. “Are you going to shoot me?”

You nodded. 

Scoffing, he took another drag from the cigarette. You watched in amusement as his lips curled up in a smile. 

Click.

Your grin faded. 

He put his free hand on the table, inviting. 

You handed him the revolver and as you did, he pressed the lit cigarette on the back of your hand, it sizzled against the flesh. A gasp left your lips but you didn’t pull your hand back. He pressed the cigarette harder until the trailing of smoke coming from the tip stopped and the faint smell of burnt flesh hit your nose. 

Now, you were allowed to take your hand away. He let a small chuckle escape him as you examined the back of your hand. He had always been a sadist. 

What were you then? 

Taking a long sip from your cognac, you let the alcohol ease the tightness on the back of your hand. When you lifted your gaze to watch him, you noticed that he had lit another cigarette. A noticeable smile on his lips as he pressed the barrel against his temple.

He chose not to shoot you. 

The rules were simple. You had to choose between shooting yourself or him. Fair game. You could kill yourself or him but you never knew for sure if he could kill you too. The game had always been exciting, something about losing control and gambling.

He took a long drag from his cigarette and exhaled.

Click.

You groaned as he put the revolver down on the table. “I would’ve said that this is rigged if I wasn’t the one who prepared it.”

“That is exactly why I let you do that,” he said, sliding the weapon towards you. “It’s admirable that you want to see me die.”

“It’s not that,” you said, reaching for the weapon and looking up at him through your lashes. “It’s about the thrill. I want to see pleasure.”

“We have three more chances if you’re lucky,” he replied, exhaling the smoke. “Besides, isn’t it more exciting to build up the pleasure?”

He had a point.

But… You had always been so impatient.

You stood up, the chair scraped against the floor. Spy raised a brow, watching you come closer with the revolver in your hand. You raised the weapon, pressing it against the side of his head but this time, you weren’t grinning.

Violence had been your calling. Death. Blood. 

To love, you had to bleed. Die.

There had to be love in violence.

“I want to do it again,” you said, and leaned closer, eyes dropping to his growing bulge. 

“I just respawned,” he replied, his eyes cold. “Besides, tonight I have indulged in your fantasies enough.”

“We respawn constantly during battles,” you whispered, though you knew what he meant. Although this little heaven was secret, the respawn chamber wasn’t. Your other teammates could never find out about this. Still, you always had been greedy.

“I’ve started to believe you may enjoy fucking the dead rather than the living,” he said, raising a brow at you. 

That earned a scoff from you because he knew that wasn’t true. He knew what you wanted. The thrill of pleasure and death, not knowing which would come first. The two of you fucked occasionally during this game, it often ended in one of you going through respawn before the climax. 

“What about you?” you shot back, though it was impossible to rile him up. 

“We could try having a knife fight again? Maybe then you’d stop complaining,” he spoke after inhaling, smoke slipping out of his mouth in small breaths. “Or you could find someone else to replace me.”

Dragging the tip of the gun down against his skin, you pressed it against his jaw. “You’re boring me.”

“And you’re boring me,” he replied, glaring at you. 

How could he say that? 

He was the boring one. Prideful idiot. 

Before you realized it, your hand moved on its own and backhanded him abruptly. The impact sent the cigarette that was dangling from his lips flying somewhere in the room and loose strands came undone from his slicked back hair.

He hissed out a few curses in French and stood up from the chair in anger. “We’re done!” 

When he took a step forward to reach for the weapon you were holding, you pulled the trigger. A grin on your face as you watched flinch.

Click.

Fuck. 

Spy fixed his composure, and ran his hand over his hair to lay the loose strands back. “You’re terrible at gambling,” he said as he took a step forward to take the revolver from you. “Like a child, you throw tantrums when you don’t get what you want.” 

You handed him the weapon, all pent up and needing the sweet release… “Please…” 

He paused, and you saw a dangerous glint in his eyes, he wanted to continue too. Placing a hand on your shoulder, he pushed you down until you kneeled on the ground. You couldn’t stop yourself from shivering in anticipation as he caressed your cheek with the barrel. “It’s such a shame a pretty girl like you behave like a filthy street dog.”

“What does that make you?” you asked, grinning. Yet, your grin faded when he pressed the tip of the revolver on your bottom lip, dragging it down just enough to expose your lower teeth to him.

There was a pause.

He pushed the revolver into your mouth instead of giving you an answer. His finger was resting on the trigger. The metal was cold against your hot tongue, looking up at him through your lashes, you opened your mouth, wrapping your tongue around the barrel.

Spy held the revolver on hip level, his other hand landed roughly on your head before he started moving your head back and forth. You let him guide your movements and took the barrel deeper into your mouth. The revolver was getting coated with your saliva, the deeper he went the more saliva gushed out of your mouth and onto the floor. He was quiet but you could see how his pants were getting tighter by the second. 

Seeing him like this always felt so intimate. You couldn’t lie or deny that the man was handsome. You couldn’t stop your hand from slipping under your dress and into your panties, your fingers found just the right spot as he pushed the revolver deeper into your mouth. The finger on the trigger was barely moving but you knew he wouldn’t disappoint you like this. While you found a steady rhythm to fuck yourself to, he chuckled at your desperation. Though he looked just as desperate with his erection throbbing under the thin fabric of his pants.

Mimicking the motion of fucking your mouth with his cock, he let the revolver move with his hips. The deliberate action stopped when he shoved the weapon up against the roof of your mouth as he looked down at you with a pleased smirk.

Your fingers moved harder and your mouth opened in a silent moan, you were about to cum. It was as if things were in slow motion, you watched his finger pull the trigger, the hammer falling back and the chamber slowly moving like clockwork. The thought of sweet release of death, the way respawn made you feel, and oh the way you could feel so much pleasure in that immeasurable pain of death. 

You came hard.

The sweet release of death didn’t.

Click.

Spy pulled the weapon out of your mouth in a wet pop and wasted no time in pushing you down on the floor as he got in between your legs. He was hurriedly unbuckling his belt, out of breath and lustful. You followed his lead and took off your panties. Suddenly, he was on top of you, using one hand to guide the tip of his hard cock against your wet, throbbing entrance. He pushed inside easily, and both of you moaned in pleasure. His face was so close, you could smell the cigarettes and whisky on his breath. 

Tentatively pulling himself back, he pushed into you again and again until he found a pace he liked. You were so sensitive after cumming, he felt so good rubbing against your walls and filling all the right places. 

Though your mind was on something else, your eyes landed on the hand placed next to your head on the floor, he was holding the weapon in his hand. 

It was your turn to shoot now and now it was a guaranteed kill.

Spy grabbed your face with the other hand as if he could read your mind and forced you to look at him. “Let me finish first,” he hissed.

That switched something.

Thrashing around, you tried reaching for the revolver. Pushing you down by your neck, Spy fucked into you harder while holding the weapon out of your reach. The pressure on your neck was painfully pleasant, you could feel every beat of your pulse on your temple, and your eyes felt like they could pop out of the sockets. Fuck. When was the last time you had been strangled to death? By the enemy Spy last week. He was rock-hard while sitting on you too. Filthy fucking bastard. You had hoped that your Spy would choke you like that and now, your wish had been granted. 

For such a slim man, he was strong. He was choking you with a single hand with enough force to take all of your thoughts away from the present and how he was fucking you like a dirty animal in heat. He let out soft groans, his hips smacked into yours ferociously, and the disgusting wet sounds echoed in the room. Your hand still tried reaching for the revolver which seemed to piss him off just enough to press it against your head.

You let out a choked-out sound, trying to protest against it. It was your turn, not his. He had no right to cheat like this.

Grabbing his hand, you wrestled him to take the weapon away but it resulted in him pulling the trigger against a wall and a loud bang filling the room. 

Asshole.

He laughed at your whines but it was short-lived.

His hips started staggering as he thrust his cock into your cunt and he desperately tried stealing a few more thrusts but the feeling of your pussy clench around him caught him off guard. He pushed deep inside until the tip of his cock was throbbing against your cervix and sputtered thick spurts of cum, filling you up.

A breathless moan escaped you, the warmth spread into your tummy and he breathed into your face, pulling his hand away from your neck. You inhaled deeply, coughing and trying to catch your breath. 

He had already pulled out of you and started tucking himself back into his pants. The revolver was strapped on his hip again.  “Same time tomorrow?” he asked, noticing you staring at him and offering you his gloved hand. 

Taking his hand, you stood up. “Are you going to cheat again?”

“My dear, it’s not cheating. It’s teasing,” he replied as he approached the table to take his cigarette case to light another cigarette. 

“You don’t let me tease you.”

“You tease me enough,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. You wanted to ask him what he meant but after tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, Spy took a cigarette from his case. “I’ll let you choose what to play tomorrow.”

That was enough to make you forget everything. “Okay!” you said, grinning from ear to ear, immediately following him to exit the room. “Waterboarding or maybe mutilation or-”

“Don’t spoil the surprise,” he chuckled, turning back to face you. 

A faint blush colored your cheeks and you nodded. “Right.”

“Good girl."

[paused-waterfall]

I don't think the Federation was testing A1's parkour skills. Some folks here have pointed out that the last jump was onto a fake block-- A1 was never going to make it. They weren't sent into that chamber to show off a skill, they were sent in to die.

But it might still have been a test. Remember how the Federation was looking for "infinite returns"? And now (right as some practical issues with the egg quests are worsening) the Federation is doing fatal tests on an egg.

I think they're trying to figure out how to make the eggs infinitely respawn like the players do.

[anonymous-dentist]

Here’s a pretty brief recap of q!Roier’s lore 🚬:

He wants to build a taco store, and to do that he needs ingredients. Those are really hard to find because of one specific ingredient, the tomatillo

Also living with him at the time are Spreen and Missa (in varying degrees of living tbh), who are on board with the whole taco thing

Roier also gets a dog! Aww!

Roier and Spreen make a bet. If Spreen can get all the taco ingredients first in a set amount of time, then Roier will gift him 100 subs

So they go off, and Spreen makes a deal with the devil. Literally

Rubius is like “hey I’ll give you these taco ingredients if you do something for me” and Spreen is like “ok bet” and So It Is Done

But then Rubius is like “okay so actually who do you care about most in this world? You have 15 minutes to kill their pets” and Spreen, with no hesitation, runs off with his taco ingredients, because his morals are nonexistent at the best of times

Roier calls bullshit on the whole thing and summons Quackity to be his lawyer. But Quackity goes behind his back and purposefully loses so that Spreen gets the 100 subs

Roier runs away, and Spreen chases after.

He downs Roier, and then he kills his dog in front of him, and then he kills Roier properly and makes him respawn

The whole night after that, Cubito Roier is not the same. He’s distant, and he keeps dying

The next day, he gets a Sad Minecraft Skin going on

He tells Quackity in the meantime that he will watch Quackity ruin himself and he will enjoy doing it

And Quackity says that any revenge will just end up hurting Roier in the end

And then the eggs arrived and revenge was put on hold EXCEPT!! Roier secretly began training Bobby to kill Spreen and Quackity and their eggs, and Bobby was 100% cool with this

And then under his castle, Roier starts building torture chambers and dungeons and everything, because he’s a little fucked up now ngl

Roier starts playing nice with Quackity and Spreen again. Quackity because Roier wants him to ruin himself and stuff. But Roier is nice to Spreen because, canonically, Spreen is better at Minecraft than him. Roier wants him on his side in case any shit goes down

Eventually, Quackity starts getting shunned by the community for being mentally ill and stuff, it’s sad, whatever, this isn’t about him, except it is because Roier is the island’s psychiatrist and he’s been lowkey playing the whole situation to make sure that Quackity is miserable. Damn

Recently, Spreen has been referred to as Roier’s ex-husband, confirming the gay allegations that q!Roier has been trying to deny for weeks

And then now Spreen keeps putting up cameras at Roier’s house that Roier keeps taking down. Why? God only knows, Spreen is a weird dude

The plans to torture Spreen are lowkey back on now! Yay?

In short: gay spider-man suffers at the hands of his crush, goes full venom

[dunkledog]

[fred voice from scooby doo] hey gang

do u guys like manmade horrors beyond your comprehension? do you also like lore dumps? i know i do.

in my tf2 fan universe Coarse Gravel the respawn machine is... a thing. so I made a concept of what the prototype might've looked like, developed sometime between 1930-1945.

The chamber is made of an iron lung which has been heavily modified and retrofitted with a bunch of stuff i dont have the intelligence or brain power to make up the exact purpose of.

I'm not particularly sure what exactly it does in order to bring someone back, yet. I have the ideas swimming around in my head but yet to fish one out and cook it, you know? I'll detail what I'm thinking below the cut to keep this post neat for those who'd rather just stare at the picture.

Descriptions may be a little graphic? idk i can't tell

Idea #1, the initial idea: Fetus.

The 'lung' fills with amniotic fluid harvested from the wombs of supersized pigs. It then grows the person how they were as a fetus. The body of this fetus is disassembled and aligned with an adult body plan. Meanwhile, the brain is grown separately. The fetal skull is broken and its brain reabsorbed. Then the new, adult brain is placed and the adult body is regrown around it, using the fetus as a sort of "base." My problem with this one is Why? Why bother making the fetus portion? How does that improve the process?

Idea #2: 3D printed

As I consider it harder, I think this idea makes more sense. You start with a map/model, and the machine just. 3d Prints the thing. Starting with the brain, cuz the memories and personality and junk take forever to recode, I guess.

Idea #3: both previous ideas are worked into the story.

Like, maybe they started out with the first thing, then found a better way of doing it.

Idea #4: I stop thinkin about it

now that? that's the most implausible of them all.