#and finding other players to help or just mess around with is neat

[zombiemollusk]

oh yeah, i got an account on that ynoproject thing a couple weeks back

if you see a "deadsquid" running around, it's me

[theresattrpgforthat]

Hey happy to see your back, what might you have for living among dinosaurs?

Theme: Dinosaurs

Oh my gosh answering this request is going to be so much fun! I’ve been hoping to do a dinosaur request for a while!

24XX Predators, by Dice Ghosts.

DINOSAURS ROAM THE EARTH! A terrible earthquake has struck the biggest city in the world, releasing prehistoric creatures that were trapped beneath the earth. After quarantining the area, a team of experts has been assembled to enter the city and meet this ancient threat.

Play as a team of uniquely skilled individuals venturing into a ruined city that has become overrun by dinosaurs. Using your unique skills and training, you will need to work together to survive this metropolis of prehistoric predators and complete your mission.

An homage to Jurassic Park, 24XX Predators brings dinosaurs to the big city, in a post-apocalyptic kind of adventure that pits the player character specialists against roaming giant lizards while trying to help hapless bystanders as best as they can. Like many 24XX modules, Predators includes some special rules about being hunted by dinosaurs - are you prepared or ambushed for them? - as well as team mechanics that allow the group to do something called Scatter. When you Scatter, each player thinks of a number between 1-3. If all of the players are in sync, they’re able to help each-other. If one player disagrees, their action is hindered.

If you want a game that has your players feeling confident and you also like picking up small toolboxes with a few neat pieces in them, I recommend 24XX Predators.

Predation, by Monte Cook Games.

Welcome to the Cretaceous. Our ancestors won’t climb down from the trees for another 66 million years, but here we are now. Time travel seemed like a good idea. Exploring the ancient world. Building. Creating an entire society here in the jungles of our primordial Earth. Until those SATI guys messed it all up.

We’ve got gear. We’ve got guns. We’ve even bio-engineered a few dinos to our liking. And that’s good, because we’ll need it all to survive. History says there’s an asteroid headed our way, and there’s no one left alive who knows how to get back to the future.

Predation uses the Cypher System, which means that includes all of the typical neat tricks like spending points to increase chances of success, and one-time use items that are super powerful yet hyper-specific. It also has a really neat addition in the form of Dinosaur Companions - which are played by other people around the table.

That’s right, you’re making your own character and playing them, but you’re also responsible for portraying someone else’s dino pet - and someone else in turn is embodying yours. I find that this keeps everyone at the table more engaged as you play, because they have to keep track not just what their character is doing, but also what their dinosaur’s companion is doing, and it encourages players to interact with each-other whenever your dino decides to stick their nose where it doesn’t belong.

If you want adventure, a stunning setting, and friendship, then you want Predation.

Escape From Dino Island, by Sam Roberts and Sam Tung.

Escape from Dino Island is a thrilling adventure game about intrepid heroes trapped on an island overrun with creatures from a lost age—dinosaurs!

Players take on the role of everyday people who are brave and competent, but also in over their head. The game is designed to help you create the kind of stories that are full of action and suspense, but in which fighting is rarely a good option.

Will you escape with your life? And what kind of person will you become in your quest to survive? There’s only one way to find out…

This game isn’t so much about living among dinosaurs as it is about escaping them, true to form for media like Jurassic Park. The game is a PbtA short-form game, designed for 1-2 sessions. Setup is quick and streamlined, providing you with a map and a number of roll-tables to help you make choices about what can be found here and what is known about the island. You also have character playbooks and basic moves, two more tried and true elements of PbtA design. There’s a some really good resources for GMs here, including GM principles and moves, and a number of rumours and reasons for NPCs to be on the island, both nefarious and helpful.

Overall what I really like about Escape from Dino Island is that it knows exactly what it wants to be and uses all of its tools to aim directly at that experience. It’s meant to be punchy, adventurous, and full of mystery, but concise enough to play once or twice before you call it a day.

Sauritopia!, by The Griffin’s Typewriter.

Inspired by half-remembered episodes of Dinotopia, that 2000 movie Dinosaur, the Lindworms from Walter Moer's Zamonia series, and a peculiar cultural osmosis of spacefaring dinosaurs, herein lies the Lost Sphere of SAURITOPIA! Explore the streets of the Meteoric City! Argue with lumbering professors at the Volcanic Colleges! Or just add these intelligent dinos to your vision of the multifarious Spheres, hung delicately across the hump-backed sky!

You’ll need the Troika rulebook in order to use this supplement, which is mostly a series of dinosaur characters that players can choose from and some neat items and skills to use in a dinosaur-centred game. If you want to mix dinosaurs into an acid-fantasy setting, you can allow the player characters to choose from Sauritopia alongside the standard backgrounds, but you could also create a party of dinosaurs and then send them on a mission in the Troika sphere to see how they fare. As a personal fan of the boardgames Dinosaur Tea Party, I think it might be fun (or funny) to combine the characters of Sauritopia with the Troika module An Invitation to Dinner.

Diesel and Dinosaurs, by BasiliskOnline.

Is a rogue tyrannosaurus inciting panic in a local settlement?  Have velociraptors wandered into a neighborhood causing a safety hazard? 

Did an earthquake spook a herd of triceratops which are stampeding towards a local settlement?

Ride into the Parazoic!

Diesel and Dinosaurs is a powered by Charge RPG combining dinosaurs and post apocalypse settings and inspired by the cartoon Cadillacs and Dinosaurs and the comic Xenozoic Tales. Humanity has spent the last 600+ years in bunkers while the planet recovers from a massive climate crisis. Those bunkers began to breakdown beyond the mechanist's abilities to keep them running and eventually humanity began to return to the surface. They found a world once again reclaimed by dinosaurs and other prehistoric animals, and began working to settle this untamed land.

Powered by Charge, Diesel and Dinosaurs contains plenty of nods to Forged in the Dark, including action ratings, dice pools, and the use of Stress. It’s designed for high action scenes in dangerous situations, flexible in tone from Saturday Morning Cartoon to high-adrenaline action film to gritty survival. The game comes with a series of roll-tables for the GM for a number of different kinds of dinosaurs that might be out there, as likely threats, pieces of backdrop, and maybe even new friends!

I’d probably pick up a game of Diesel and Dinosaurs if I’m in the mood for a high-action cheesy 80’s flick or something in that ballpark.

Preshistoric Portals, by Harper Jay.

The portals opened a few months ago. Nobody knows who to blame - scientists? The military? Dark wizards? But it doesn't matter now. What matters is the dinosaurs came through and destroyed life as you knew it. This city, built by a massive life-giving lake, was like a beacon for the prehistoric predators. Only the sturdiest skyscrapers remain fully intact, but even they threaten to fall to the might of the dinosaurs!

Built on Breathless, Prehistoric Portals drops you into a ruthless world of survival and small moments of reprieve. You’ll move between moments of action and danger, throwing everything you have and the kitchen sink into getting from point A to point B. Then you’ll take a break, refresh your resources, and the GM rolls for or creates a new complication - and then you’re on the run again. A great pacing mechanic for high energy games, while still demanding that you keep track of your resources.

Dinosaurs & Man, by Cilindro Cubico.

Humanity faces a crisis when dinosaurs escape from the Triassic Safari zoo due to a corporate espionage operation.  Now, humanity must survive in a world where it is no longer at the top of the food chain. 

Players take on the roles of brave men and women who must confront dangerous dinosaurs and unravel corporate intrigues to save humanity. 

Get ready for an exciting and epic odyssey of survival and adventure!

This is another game inspired by Jurassic Park, so once again, while the dinosaurs are living among you, they certainly aren’t friendly. Task resolution comes in the form of a percentile roll, using a percentage to determine how likely success is going to be, and the player rolling 2d10 with the hopes of rolling at or under the target number.

What I think the neatest thing is about this game is the way it determines your inventory. You have to take everything you have in your pockets out and place it on the table. Those items are your inventory. Your characters might be specialists, but that doesn’t mean they have specialist gear on them - they’ll have to use a combination of their skills and their wits in order to get them out of sticky situations like a rampaging pack of velociraptors, or a hungry t-Rex.

Rex Arcana, by Five Points Games.

The West is a Wild Place and it's about to get even more Wild. You are a band of Drifters out to make your claim on the open Plain, spell slinging outlaws on the run from the law with hearts of gold and teeth as sharp as kitchen knives. You and your fellow T-Rexes will travel the high plains and prairies, fighting corrupt oil tycoons, train-robbing bandits and devouring innocent townsfolk along the way.

This is a game where you play as the dinosaurs, rather than the people running from them. Not only that, you’re rootin’, tootin’ shootin’ defenders of the people, fighting off train robbers and the big fat cats profiting off of oil. If you want goofy, gonzo, and gigantic lizards, you want Rex Arcana.

You Might Also Want To Check Out….

This 2022 Dino Jam.

The Cavemaster RPG and it’s supplement, Dinosaurs of the Lost Valley, by UNIGames.

Camp Cretaceous, by Zozer Games.

Dinos and Lasers, by TassAllgood.

[griefabyss69]

Inside The Fall

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

[ AO3 ]

'FOOL' wc: 1987 | rated: T | cw: Mention of weed

(This is the April Fool's version of the prompt, it includes all of the words needed)

Steve's used to stepping up in life or death situations, but otherwise he's directionless. He isn't expecting Eddie to be so good at helping him figure out the other parts of his future.

(Continues after the readmore)

"Step into my office," Eddie says with a guiding sweep of his arm.

"You mean your bedroom?" Steve asks just to be annoying.

Eddie's smile doesn't dim but his eyes narrow, all sharp and shit.

"Yes, well, sometimes you have to mix business and pleasure when you're waiting around on the sweet cash that's supposed to be coming in any day now," he says, shutting the door behind them.

Eddie's bedroom isn't really like the last one, though Steve had only seen that in the height of insanity, when it'd been newly deserted and then torn through in search of anti-Vecna music.

This one is neater, though still pretty chaotic. Steve can't help but like it, even though he has to wait for Eddie to clear off his desk before he can conduct his business.

"Come, make yourself comfortable," he says, gesturing at his unmade bed.

Steve ignores the thrill in his gut as he carefully sits down at the edge of it. He doesn't make a joke about cum, or about making himself more comfortable, or about Eddie offering up his bed. He's on his best behavior because otherwise he's going to go too far and Eddie's going to think he's still just a stupid jock who has bad jokes, despite all of the shit they went through together; old habits and all of that.

Once Eddie's cleared his desk, he moves to the other end of it, leaning against the wall but resting his ass against the stack of milk crates he uses for shelving. He nods at the chair, his smile all menacing as if Steve was one of his players and he was going to give him a hard battle.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," he says when Steve hesitates, pulling a box out of his pocket.

Steve has to laugh a little bit, and moves over to the chair, settling in with his elbows on the desk. He has to look up to meet Eddie's eyes, and that puts another thrill in him, this one is harder to ignore.

"Don't let me win," Steve says, smirking. He knows that's not how tarot cards work, but Eddie's laugh is worth it, like he gets the joke and doesn't think he’s actually stupid.

"I'd never do that," Eddie gasps, bending to spread the cards out on the desk. They're all face down, so Steve can only admire the cool design on the back, but maybe after Eddie's finished reading into his future or whatever he'll let him look through all of them.

He explains some of what he's doing, and it seems simple enough. He asks Eddie a question, Eddie gets him to shuffle the cards, then there’s some kind of sorting thing, then he pulls a few of them.

"What would you like to ask?"

He's tempted to ask something… easy. Something that doesn't matter, and doesn't show Eddie the inside of his head. But Eddie had offered this in the first place because Steve had admitted that his thoughts have been all fucked up, he's been pretty lost these days.

"What should I do with myself this summer?"

Eddie nods, considering that as he gestures to the cards.

Steve carefully shuffles them around in a big mess, as instructed. It's kind of fun, and he takes his time before sitting back, relaxing.

"Okay, that should be all mixed up," he says, stretching his legs out and crossing them at the ankles. He's determined to try to be comfortable, even with Eddie looming over him, his arms crossed over his chest.

He looks really good from here.

"Good," Eddie says, bends to corral the cards back into order, tapping it into neatness before he sets it down. "Split the deck in half for me."

Steve leans forward, meaning to find the exact center, but he ends up going with his gut and splits it closer to the bottom. For whatever reason, he's more curious about what's buried deeper.

"Thank you."

Eddie chews on his lip as he thinks, eyes going from Steve to the cards and back against a few times before he smiles.

"Draw three cards from here," he says, tapping the shorter stack. "Place them face down in a row."

Steve follows his instructions.

While he doesn't really believe that the cards are magic or whatever, he does believe in Eddie's ability to create an atmosphere. He's not even being dramatic or loud or anything, but he's bringing such an earnest seriousness to it that makes Steve decide to take it seriously too.

"Okay. If this doesn't answer your question at all, we can do another run of it, with more cards," he says, leaning his palms on the table. "Though usually unless a question involves a lot of people or a lot of moving parts, three is perfectly fine to answer it."

Steve starts to feel nervous, so he just nods and watches Eddie’s hands, thinks about how clean Eddie's new rings look, wondering when they'll start to get worn in by life like the last ones.

Eddie turns over the first card.

"The Knight of Swords," he says, his dimples coming out even as he tries to suppress a smile. "Other cards in this suit can be a warning, but this one is generally good."

Steve swallows. He knows he doesn't want bad news, but Eddie told him this all wasn't like, his destiny anyway. It's more of a guidance thing, like he can choose to take it's message or not.

Eddie flips the next one.

"The Seven of Wands."

He doesn't say anything else about it yet, just thinks for a moment before moving on, flipping the last one.

"The Fool."

Steve's eyebrows raise, because that doesn't sound good.

"Okay," Eddie says, leaning back against the wall, playing with one of his shiny rings. "What I'm getting for this is that you're restless, and that instead of all of the freaky monster adventures you've had, you really need a good adventure. Something new, maybe something a little different than you're used to, but ultimately you need to relax and just do what you want."

Steve looks at The Fool, about to walk off a cliff, and feels skeptical.

"Won't I end up like that?" he asks, pointing at it.

"Don't take the pictures so literally," Eddie says, and Steve has to sigh at him. "Your energy is high, like a magnet for good things," he elaborates, pointing at the Knight of Swords.

Next he points at the Seven of Wands.

"You're probably doubting yourself, dealing with a lot of fear and uncertainty, but good things are in store if you just do what you're scared of anyway. You need to remember that you're in charge of your life now."

Steve gets a lump in his throat. He hasn't ever felt in charge of his life.

"And our Fool here, what he says is that you need to pick something and try it out, whether it works or not. Do it thoughtfully, but you don't have to think that hard about it."

"Oh," Steve says. He hadn't expected to feel so… encouraged. Taken care of. "That's nice of him."

Eddie laughs, his voice quieter when he leans back down against the desk.

"It sounds like it'll be a good summer for you," he says.

After Eddie had cleaned up the cards and Steve had successfully kept himself from crying, they went off on the first nice adventure of Steve's summer.

Eddie had put a couple joints in with his smokes, and then they wandered off on a late afternoon walk, right into the shady forest, where it's not too dark yet.

"You know," Eddie begins as they walk side by side even though the path is kinda narrow. "I think you'd make a good Knight."

Steve thinks it's so not fair how much that makes him blush. He has to duck his head and grin at the ground just so he doesn't like, tackle Eddie and kiss him on the mouth and plummet off of the cliff of his own foolish behavior.

"Yeah? Do you think there'd a Knight for a baseball bat with nails in it?" he asks, looking back up to keep up his eyes on the area. Mostly it’s tree branches and nothing tougher than a squirrel.

Eddie laughs, nudges up against him as he moves, and because it's like, June, it's warm enough that he's just in his new Hellfire t-shirt, the sleeves rolled up. That means the skin of their arms brush together and Steve's brain lights right up.

"A nailbat is kind of like a sword," Eddie muses, the warm look in his eye doing irreparable damage to Steve's self control. "I might be more interested in what kind of Fool you are, though."

Steve blushes harder, mourning how it'd started to go back down just a moment ago. There's no way Eddie could've known what he'd been thinking of doing, but he knows and so do the blood vessels in his face.

"Uh, I'm not sure," he lies, shrugging. "I guess we'll find out."

Eddie beams, slides an arm around his shoulders as he says something that gets totally lost – Steve's brain has honed in on Eddie's body and only that, his feet starting to trip over themselves as he takes in the solid way they fit together.

"Easy," Eddie murmurs as he makes sure he doesn't face plant. "Is it too hard to walk this way?"

It's a little awkward, but there's no way Steve's letting him go.

"Nah, just had two left feet for a second," he says, turning his face to smile at Eddie and – Christ – he's right there. He has to go cross eyed to get a good look at him.

His gut pulls hard but he breathes through it. If anything, he knows how to be a gentleman and not just do whatever the hell he wants. Maybe his instinct for self protection is pretty busted by now, but at least he's not about to go around kissing random men just because he wants to.

Eddie laughs, and his eyes must be going cross eyed too, because they dip down to stare at his mouth instead, his long eyelashes showing off their thick, sweet curve.

"Girls would kill to have your eyelashes," he says, pleased when Eddie opens his eyes wide, shocked.

"What?" he laughs, glancing at the path before looking back at Steve. He's glad that one of them is looking out for tree roots, because Steve can't bring himself to care about anything but the feeling of Eddie's breath on his face.

"Your eyelashes, they're really long and nice," he says, less afraid to compliment him than he'd thought. "Most girls wear mascara to get theirs to look like yours."

"Oh." Eddie grins, turning his head to duck it all bashfully, and Jesus, Steve recognizes himself in that. "Thank you."

Steve can see the stones crumble from the cliff under his foot, knocking their way down the side until they disappear. He's about to do something really stupid – foolish – but his composure falls away under the force of every side of Eddie he sees.

"Eddie?" he asks, waiting until their eyes meet. "Will you kiss me?"

Eddie stumbles, barely catches himself from landing flat on his face, pulling Steve half down with him.

"Uh," he says, a nervous laugh chilling the air. "Why?"

Steve swallows hard, planting his ass on the ground so he's not halfway between straddling him or getting up.

"Because even though I'm scared, I should ask about what I want, right?"

"Oh, okay," Eddie’s voice is thin and strangled. "Sure."

It's a yes despite how Eddie looks scared now, so Steve leans in and crushes their mouths together, falling freely among the stones of his trepidation. Eddie kisses him back like they’re standing on solid ground.

[verrerdises]

trust my love | minchan x reader

Summary || You're with your friends at a birthday ball. One got swept away by the birthday boy, while the other wandered off, leaving you alone at the table. Unfortunately, someone spots you and takes it upon himself to keep you company.

Word count || 1.1k

"Hold that thought. Why don't you watch me at work? See how it's done." He hurried down the steps without hearing a response from the other. Minchan's reputation among the people was... not the greatest. Rich playboy was how he's primarily described. He goes back and forth on whether or not it bothered him. He couldn't help it... if there was something he wanted, he'd work to get it.

And was his devilishly good looks really his fault? Or having a voice as smooth as butter? He was simply utilizing his skills– no one can get mad at that. Despite seemingly having the world at his feet, he had to admit, it was a bit lonely. Like his friend, he had also been getting the "marriage" talk. That he needed to stop messing around and have a real goal. A real purpose.

That sort of talk only brought frustration. Perhaps because, deep down, he was aware he couldn't keep this persona up forever. Hearing Dongheon ramble about his dream marriage life used to annoy him, but lately, he was starting to see the appeal in it.

It would be nice to have someone to cook for every once in a while.

But, unlike Dongheon, he wasn't waiting for his dream person to fall into his lap. And he was not that eager to get married just yet. No, he can squeeze out a few more years of fun.

He hopped off the last pair of steps and directly waltzed his way to the lone stranger at the table. They were aimlessly scrolling on their phone, so he stood behind them and bent down. His chin barely brushed against their shoulder as he spoke, "Oh, that trailer was neat–" He would've laughed at their flinching, if it weren't for their shoulder jabbing against his chin.

"What the f–?!" the stranger whipped around, rubbing their shoulder. They blinked then glared up at him. "Back up maybe??"

"Ow..." Minchan rubbed his chin. "An apology would be nice."

"Apologize for what?" they snapped. "You were all up in my space!"

Ooh, this wasn't going like all the other times. He frowned briefly then sighed. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry... You got some sharp shoulders, though. My chin's really sore," He pouted. "If only there was someone who could kiss it bette–"

"Find someone else to do it."

He blinked feverishly. There have been rare times where people rejected him, but it was never to this extent. He was stunned and merely stared as they began to get up from their seat. For one reason or another, he didn't want them to leave.

"W...Wait, hold on," he jumped in front of them, "okay, fine, I really am sorry for scaring you. I thought it'd be funny," His eyes peeked behind his curly bangs as he observed them. There was annoyance in their eyes, but he spotted that tiny sliver of intrigue. He slowly turned his charm back on with a smile. "I'm Minchan. And you?"

They quickly averted their gaze when he smiled and slowly sat back down. "(y/n)... I think I've heard about you," they muttered.

"Oh?" Minchan grabbed a chair and spun it around to take a seat in front of them. An arm rested on the back. "What have you heard?"

"Well, that you're a player, for one." They respond with a raised brow. Coming from them, he did feel a slight jab to his heart. His smile strained. "I... can't deny that one."

"It honestly doesn't matter to me." They add. He looked up at them with perked ears. "You're grown and pretty. You can do what you want." Their continued comments brought about a slight smirk. "Oh?" He tilted his head, "You think I'm pretty?"

Checkmate.

They began to blush and turned their head away. "Wh...What kind of question is that!" They crossed their arms. "You already know my answer."

"Yeah," his smirk grew and his voice became softer, "but I liked hearing you say it..."

They shifted in their seat and turned their body back to the table. "Y...You really think those playboy tactics are gonna work on me?" They huffed.

"I'm starting to see the effects at work," he chuckled. He then wagged a finger, "I like you." He scooted his chair closer. "You're not afraid to speak your truth, huh? You here all by yourself?"

"Don't see the point in lying. And you look like you need some humbling." They fiddle with the charm on their phone. "And no, I came with my friends." They nodded towards the floor swarming with dancers, "One of them just got swept away." Minchan turned to follow their gaze and spotted said friend dancing with Dongheon. Huh, the guy worked fast. But his attention returned to his stranger as they spoke, "Bet you're used to always getting your way."

"Mmm... most of the time." He shrugged his shoulders. "I never force people to do what I want. I actually enjoy the chase more than anything."

"Toying with your food, you mean." They retort and make eye contact again. For whatever reason, he felt something odd happen in his chest. He cleared his throat to reply, "That's another way to put it, yeah." He raised a brow again, "... You don't get a lot of attention, do you?"

"What's that supposed to mean??" They frowned. Oof, he struck a nerve. He calmly continued, "As in, I think people find you intimidating. No one's been bold enough to approach you, and now that someone has, you don't know how to react. Like you're putting a shield up." Then, he leaned the chair forward to get in close. "Am I wrong?"

They stare at him, dumb-founded at his audacity. By now, his smirk had disappeared. His head was tilted to the side, eyes more revealed and shining with curiosity. Their silence spoke volumes, and he hadn't even noticed the warmth emanating from their face. Finally, they break the silence with a soft scoff. "You're... you're something else."

He chuckled again. "See? I'm not just some dumb playboy."

"Yet you're toying with me."

"Hm, a little. But your blush is so cute," he murmured, eyes softening. He had leaned in close enough to catch a whiff of their floral perfume. Now... now he could feel their warmth, and he couldn't help but smile at knowing this was his doing. This was the part he enjoyed the most; slowly chipping away at someone and watching them crumble before him, especially if his target made things a bit more interesting.

"Any closer, and you're going to fall over." Their voice briefly pulled him back to reality. He recoiled slightly. "Well, don't make me lean in so much," he retorted, "I'm putting in so much wor–"

He was quickly silenced when he felt their lips press against his. Although brief, it was electric. A surge rushed through his body. He would've actually fell over, if it weren't for them gently pushing his chair back onto the ground. He stared wide-eyed at them, a shocked hand covering his mouth.

"Your blush is cute too..." They laughed quietly. He didn't realize how warm he suddenly felt. Slowly, he swallowed a lump and took a breath to calm his pounding heart. "Ha..." he finally recollected himself–

"You're something else too."

|| Part of the My House collection ||

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tti episode 11

“Last time on Total Takes Island: the teams competed in a few rounds of trust building exercises- to the death! Hah, just kidding- but most of them did get gravely injured. Ass and Courtney’s thinly veiled friendship resulted in Caesar being eliminated, leaving the Fujoshis down to only four players. Julia worked her technical magic and actually managed to hurt Max’s feelings using an edited sample of Michael’s voice. Scruffy and Scary did… whatever that was, and McLovin was sent into a brief little paralysis. Who will be poisoned this time? And what will become of the Anons? Find out now, on Total! Takes! Island!”

Julia has no worries about sleeping in late, the last out of her cabin to reach the mess hall. She beams brightly at the players as she grabs a tray, filling it with brown beans and stale toast, and then surveys the players. 

Michael is sitting on one end of the table alone, Max all the way across on the other. He looks exhausted. Staci, Kelly, and Austin have formed a braid train adjacent to Michael, and Scruffy is sitting without anyone. 

Julia smiles and walks over to Scruffy, setting her tray down next to them. “Good morning!”

---

JULIA: “I have Michael in the bag- there’s no way she’s going to go crawling back to Max after what happened. Now, I need to outsource a little… and Scruffy seemed all too eager to help Max yesterday. I need that kind of energy on my side.”

---

Scruffy, who was writing something down on their notepad only seconds prior, looks up. “Can I help you?”

“Help me? …No, I was just wondering if you wanted some company,”

“Um… no thanks, I’m good,” Scruffy shakes their head, leaning back and pointing under the table where Scary is curled up like a dog on their feet. “I’m trying not to move. Every time I shift they bite me.”

Julia raises an eyebrow. “So, are you two…?”

“I have no idea, she just keeps following me around and I’m too nervous to ask why,” they whisper, holding a finger to their lips. 

“She’ll probably go away eventually, like a stray cat,”

“Um… thanks, I hope so,”

Julia nods. “I got your back, bestie,” and then stands from the bench and walks away. 

“ATTENTION, MAGGOTS,” Chef’s voice blares over the intercom. “ALL CAMPERS REPORT TO THE DOCK OF SHAME NOW!”

---

The huddled mass of campers stands in a disorderly clump of people as Chef greets them at the docks, wearing an olive-green ensemble, complete with sunglasses, a whistle, and a military-style hat. 

“Line up, maggots!” he shouts into Chris’ megaphone. “You will stand in proper formation while your sergeant is speaking! Feet together- arms down- eyes forward- head up!”

The campers scramble into formation, rigidly standing as Chef paces the docks, snapping any stragglers into proper form. “Today’s challenge will not be easy,”

“When are they ever?” Staci mutters. 

“What was that, soldier?!”

They salute. “Nothing, sir!”

“Good! Now, listen up! My bootcamp is no daycare! By the end of the day, all but one of you maggots will be in the infirmary, kitchen, bathrooms, or six feet deep! Am I understood?!”

The crowd chants in unison. “Sir, yes, sir!”

“You will sleep when I tell you to sleep! And you will eat when I tell you to eat! When you’re ready to give up, you’ll go to the end of this dock and ring that bell! I want one quitter by the end of the day- that means no one’s day is over until someone admits defeat! Now- onto the beach!”

The campers hurry down the docks and the creaky wooden steps, hurrying onto the sand and forming a neat line again behind two canoes. 

“Each team must hold a canoe over their heads. Anyone who takes their hands off that canoe is eliminated! No one will eat, sleep, or sit until someone drops out! Canoes up!”

The teams diverge and hold up their respective canoes, only four people on the Fujoshis’. Ass scoffs. “Is this supposed to be hard? We carried these things with like, one other person for two hours on Boner Island,”

“Shut it!” Chef yells, pointing in their face. “You will speak to me only when spoken to!”

Ass swallows a nervous lump in their throat and nods. 

Courtney sighs and turns to Bonnie at the back of the chain, who looks miserable. They notice they’re being watched and stare back angrily until Courtney turns away. 

The hours tick by, the sun now directly overhead the campers. A bead of sweat trickles down Ass’ face. Austin has been trying to itch his nose by wiggling his glasses down for thirty minutes now. Max yawns. 

“What’s up with you, man? Couldn’t sleep?” Scruffy asks from ahead of him. 

Max shakes his head. “Something like that,”

From behind the two, Michael glares. 

---

MICHAEL: “Good! You know what? He SHOULD be losing sleep after how he treated me. He deserves to lose sleep! I mean, what kind of a person would string along their friend like that? Though… I guess we were never friends”

---

Max turns his head to look back at Michael, who continues glaring at him. His face shifts from tired to angry and he glares right back. Scruffy watches the ordeal with a raised eyebrow. 

---

SCRUFFY: “I don’t want to jinx it, but something tells me that Max and Michael are final three material- so whatever they have going on has to be big. I gotta keep tailing them,” they nod, writing on their notepad as they speak. 

---

“I’m starving,” McLovin murmurs. 

“Ready to give up, soldier?” Chris asks, popping into frame out of nowhere. 

Courtney cuts in. “No! It’s only been a few hours!”

“Correct, private!” Chef yells. “Now stop being a baby and hold up those boats!”

The sun begins setting in the distance, relieving the campers from the heat. “I think my fingers are a little sunburnt. Can you check?” Staci asks Julia, standing behind them. 

She peeks around the edge of the boat, where Staci’s fingers resemble ten large, raw sausages. She winces. “Um… yeah, a little,”

“Guys, I don’t think I can do this much longer,” Bonnie says, arms shaking. “I-I miss Caesar.”

Ass rolls their eyes. “Oh, brother,” 

“Don’t quit yet! We can do this!” Courtney insists. 

Bonnie shakes their head. “I don’t know how much more I can take.”

Scruffy takes note of the commotion on the adjacent canoe and whistles innocently. “It is a pretty hard challenge… and, gosh, you probably haven’t even seen the original episode. This is just the beginning…”

Julia raises an eyebrow with a slight smile from the back of the canoe. 

---

JULIA: “Okay, you know what? I’m kind of impressed. Maybe I chose the wrong green contestant to go after.”

---

Bonnie groans. “I’m… I can’t…”

“Bonnie,” Courtney says firmly, turning their head to look them directly in the eyes. “Don’t give up. Caesar is counting on you!”

A look of cold determination passes over Bonnie’s face and they hold the boat up, arms as strong as ever. Meanwhile, the seemingly never-ending eye contact between Max and Michael gets more and more hostile by the second. If looks could kill, everyone within a ten mile radius would be toast. 

Max ends up straining himself so hard his eyes hurt, and he has to look back forward. Scruffy takes note of this and gazes behind him to where Michael quickly looks away. 

“Everything okay over here?” they ask, gaze flitting between the two. 

“They would be better if someone kept their eyes to themselves,” Max snaps. 

Michael scoffs. “Well, excuse me, some of us don’t like being stared at all day,”

“You looked first!”

“No, I didn’t! Stop blaming everything on me! You’re being such a-”

“Don’t even get me started!”

The Anons- along with the Fujoshis- stare at the commotion with wide eyes, looking between each other as if looking for a volunteer to put a stop to the shouting. No one comes forward. 

“What the hell is your problem!? You go from being my friend to ignoring me to treating me like crap! Pick a goddamned side!”

“Oh, don’t even go there. Your little “innocent small-town girl-next-door” act isn’t convincing anyone,”

“Someone must’ve hit me upside the head before I got here, cause I have no idea what I ever saw in you!”

“My intelligence, apparently!”

��Oh, please!”

Chef steps in, hands on his hips. “Is there a problem here, maggots?!”

Michael opens her mouth, but before she can say anything, Max ducks under Chef and walks to the edge of the docks, looking back with a smirk before ringing the bell. 

The Fujoshis cheer, tossing their canoe aside while the Anons collapse, groaning. 

Chef approaches Max on the docks, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Giving up to spite someone is the most cowardly, pathetic move I’ve seen yet. Chris!”

Chris pops into frame again. “Loved it!”

---

“Alright, soldiers- you get ten minutes to eat before night training begins!”

The campers stand around the mess hall, in which the tables and benches have been removed and a line of garbage cans are lined up against the wall. 

Scruffy winces, leaning to Julia. “That’s our dinner,” she shudders. 

“When you’re at war, you’re grateful for eating, period! Now, dig in!” 

Chris and Chef leave for craft services, and the few braver contestants walk over to the metal cans, removing the lids. Courtney sighs and leans down, digging around for something edible. They fish out a loaf of moldy bread. 

“Um… toast, anyone?” 

Ass sniffles. “Yeah. I am so over this,”

---

A funky, 80’s pop tune plays over Chef’s boombox as the campers recite the dance moves he’d been training them in for the past few hours. The beach is empty and chilly, a cool breeze sweeping through every few minutes. 

Ass shivers and sneezes, turning to McLovin. “Is it cold, or is it just me?”

“It’s pretty chilly, but… you don’t look so good, man,” McLovin squints at them. Their skin is paler than usual, and they’re shivering. “If only my buddy Sha-Mod were here, he’d know what to do.”

“Um… yeah,” 

“No talking!” Chef yells into his megaphone. “First one to drop must ring the bell, understood?!”

“Yes, sir!” The campers yell back in unison. 

Julia yawns. Scruffy focuses on their breathing, already knowing the dance by heart. Staci seems to be enjoying themselves, though doesn’t bring up which relative invented boomboxes out of fear of punishment. 

“Um…” Courtney raises an eyebrow after turning in Ass’ direction. They’re shaking now, and sneeze every few seconds. 

And, just like that, they pass out. 

---

“Two maggots gone… I hope they’re setting an example for the rest you,” Chef shakes his head, pacing around the mess hall. The tables have been set back in their normal positions now, stacked high with paper and pencils. “For your next task, you must write a 300 word essay about me. Anyone who falls asleep or fails to complete the essay will fail the challenge!”

The time ticks down. Heads droop and then perk back up again. Eyes flutter closed and snap open. Max hovers in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall and smirking. Every so once in a while he’ll walk over to Michael, leaning over her shoulder and making quiet comments on her writing while she grits her teeth and attempts to remain calm. Chef steps in to shut him up at one point, but Chris stops him, enjoying the show too much. 

Julia tugs at her hair, staring intently at the paper below. 

---

JULIA: “For once in my life, I’m actually upset that little cretin got disqualified so early. I can do a lot of things, but essay writing? Yeah, not my B.”

---

“Time’s up!” Chef yells, patrolling the rows and snatching up papers. Julia looks up and nervously begins writing faster as he approaches. “Your paper, soldier!”

“Y-yeah, just a sec,” she mutters, writing even faster. Chef snatches the paper out from under her and reads the garbled handwriting. 

“Soldier! Did a blind circus monkey teach you how to write?!”

“N-no, sir!”

“This is nothing but chicken scratch. Report to the dock now!”

Julia stands rigidly and runs out to the docks, Chef following behind. She slows to a walk as she approaches the bell. 

Chef’s eyes narrow. “Ring it,”

Julia half-heartedly reaches forward and rings the bell, slumping her shoulders. Scruffy follows shortly after as Chef leaves. “Hey, you tried your best!”

“Not really,” she sighs, then smiles at them. “Thank you, though. You’re a really good friend.”

---

SCRUFFY: “I know Julia is trying to play me. What am I, Lindsay? I’m just playing along cause she makes a great case study,”

---

Chef walks next to the two, dragging a limp, asleep Austin. He grabs his wrist and uses it to ring the bell before dropping his unconscious body next to a very perplexed Julia and Scruffy. 

---

A muddy, slightly smelly and newly-constructed obstacle course sits in front of the remaining campers, complete with a solid wooden climbing wall, rope swings, tire loops, and giant, swinging mallets. 

Bonnie stands in front of the course, hands in their pockets and hood pulled up as Ass and Courtney stand beside them. Their gaze is focused, even if their eyes are tired. 

“Listen up, maggots! You will run this course for as long as I say you should run this course, and then some! Is that understood!”

The campers salute. “Sir, yes, sir!”

Chef blows an air horn and the remaining contestants start running, starting off with McLovin dashing straight into the wooden climbing wall and falling backwards, dazed. One of his bottom teeth pops out and Courtney runs to help him. 

Bonnie rolls their eyes and practically runs over the duo, splashing them with mud before scaling the wall with ease. 

Courtney puts McLovin’s arm over their shoulder and carries him to the bell, where he rings it weakly before a few interns with a stretcher run over and pick him up. Bonnie smirks behind them and grabs a rope, swinging onto the other side. 

Courtney runs back, rejoining the frantic dash as Chef sits back and yells into his megaphone. “Run, maggots run!”

Staci slips and falls in the mud, then sighs in relief as their sunburnt fingers cool off. Michael runs by, accidentally stepping on their head and pushing it into the mud as she dashes. 

Max leans against Chef’s chair, watching the array with Julia on the other side. “Can I have that for a sec?” He asks, pointing to Chef’s megaphone. He sighs and hands it to him. 

“Is that the best you can do?” Max shouts, loud enough to send out feedback and cause Chef and Julia to cover their ears. 

“Shut it!” Michael yells back as she runs around the course again. This time, Staci, still on the ground while coughing up mud, grabs her ankle as she passes by and pulls her into the dirt. Max laughs. 

Julia nabs the megaphone, shoving him away. Michael looks up and smiles, relieved for a second before she speaks. “Come on, Scruffy!”

The smile on Michael’s face drops as she looks up and sees Scruffy dashing by. 

---

MICHAEL: “What the hell is happening?!”

---

Michael manages to pull herself to her feet, weakly continuing the course. Staci follows, though walks in the opposite direction and rings the bell. 

Bonnie dashes by Michael, huffing and puffing with the determination of a pro athlete, passing Scruffy, Kelly, Scary, even Courtney, who looks on with an expression of pure guilt. 

---

SCRUFFY: “Ever since I watched Total Drama for the first time in the second grade, I’ve been training on obstacle courses. I’m kind of a master at this stuff. But that Bonnie… man. Last night’s elimination really got to them.”

---

Bonnie continues, using brute strength and adrenaline to push through the course, shoving players aside without a care in the world. Even Scary ducks out of their way on the climbing wall as they pass through, sweaty and covered in mud. 

Courtney catches up, running alongside them. “Bonnie, it’s okay!”

“No, it’s not!” they speed up, outrunning Courtney for a moment before they catch up once again. “You’re pushing too hard!”

“What do you care?”

“Because you’re my friend! I never meant to hurt you! And… if Caesar were here, I’m sure he’d tell you I’m a massive liar and my piercings are so 2009, but that doesn’t change the fact that I was wrong for voting against him,”

Bonnie slows down to a complete stop before sitting in the mud and holding their head in their hands. 

“Soldier! Up, now!” Chef yells. Bonnie doesn’t move. 

Courtney circles the track again. “I’m sorry!” they yell, passing once more. 

Bonnie looks up for a moment. “Then why? Why'd you do it?”

They run back. “I made a risky alliance thinking it’d help, but-” they jump through the tires, dodge the mallets and come back around. “It just complicated things even more!”

Bonnie sighs, standing from the mud to walk over to the bell and ring it. They sit on the dock, pulling their hood back up and tightening the drawstrings to obscure their face. 

---

The mess hall is quiet as everyone eats their undercooked dinner (plain rice, still slightly crunchy) in relative silence. Bonnie stares blankly ahead, exhausted. 

Michael sighs, ignoring her food and resting her head on the table as she watches Julia speak to Scruffy, and Max glare at her from across the table. Austin, Ass, Staci, and McLovin are nowhere to be seen, all resting up in the medical tent. 

“This is hell,” Michael mutters. 

“Well, you know what they say!” Scary grins devilishly, popping up out of nowhere. “Hell is other people!”

“You know, for once you’re kinda making sense,”

The Fujoshis table feels like a desolate wasteland as the two remaining players sit in dead silence, the sound of chewing preoccupying the space. Courtney fiddles with their earrings, nervously looking between the table and Bonnie every few seconds. 

---

COURTNEY: “Okay, I messed up. I admit it! I was trying so hard to make peace with the enemy, I didn’t even stop to think how that’d affect my friend. Besides McLovin, Bonnie’s the only other person on the island who’s been nice to me, and I… I don’t even know...”

---

“Bonnie, I-”

Bonnie holds up a finger, silencing them. Courtney’s head hangs. 

“I just wanted to let you know that… whoever you want to vote for tonight… I’ll vote with you. Even if-”

“Even if it’s McLovin?” Bonnie asks, staring intently at them.

Courtney nods. “Anyone,”

---

The inside of the medical tent is cold, the flaps still open as a few interns tend to the wounds of the fallen. 

McLovin’s jaw is bandaged as he sits up, rubbing his head and looking around the tent. Austin is fast asleep, and Staci is sitting idly at the edge of her cot while an intern smears aloe over her fingers. 

Ass is awake, wrapped in a blanket and shivering. 

“You okay?” McLovin asks, turning to them. He struggles to talk, his mouth still sore from where the tooth was put back in a few hours prior. 

“Y-y-yes,” they stammer. Their skin is ghostly pale and their eyes are heavy. “J-just a tiny cold.”

He winces. “That sucks. Are we still in the running?”

Ass shrugs, but a nearby intern nods, confirming. 

McLovin pauses for a moment. “I hope we win. I really do,”

---

“What’s this for?” Julia asks, walking alongside Scruffy. “Isn’t captain Chef gonna blow his lid when he realizes you’re gone?”

Scruffy shrugs. “He won’t even notice. Besides, we are on break,”

---

SCRUFFY: “Here’s the deal: I don’t like getting played like a sucker. It’s why I prefer Max’s antagonism to hers. At least he’s open about being a jerk. But… while I have Julia on my side, I might as well play some classics on her, get her to trust me.”

---

Julia pauses as she hears Chef’s voice from the approaching tent. Scruffy pulls out a thin, discarded garbage bag and unfolds it, handing it to her. “You ready?”

“Um… what are we doing?”

Scruffy drops on all fours and crawls into the olive green tent, beckoning Julia to follow. She hesitates for a moment, and then crawls in behind them, whispering sharply. “Are you crazy?”

Chris chuckles at something from just a few feet away. Scruffy turns their head for a moment. “You know, I never took you as someone who like to play by the rules,”

“If playing by the rules means not getting gutted like a fish, then yes!”

“Relax, they won’t even know, I've seen this done before,” they respond, stopping by a gently-humming white fridge. They quietly open the door, and gesture Julia closer. “How would you like to eat food for once?”

---

Courtney kicks back, Bonnie at their side as they sit in the cabin together. The food Scruffy and Julia had taken is available for grabs, meaning any team, any rival gets a bite- they’re no longer against each other when it comes to the common enemy: the show. 

“This is nice,” they sigh, offering Bonnie another cookie, which they refuse. 

“Yeah, I mean…” Bonnie gets quiet for a moment. “Caesar would’ve loved this…”

Courtney places a comforting hand on their shoulder, smiling softly. “I’m sorry about all this, I really am. You two were so close, and… it wasn’t right of me to separate friends like that, especially after what happened to me…”

“Yeah, but, if you’re not being a lying, manipulative holy terror, then it wasn’t really your fault,” Bonnie smiles a little. “Mal must’ve rubbed off on that piece of work.”

“Ugh… I hate to say it, but you’re right,”

A knock on the door distracts the both of them, and the two look up to see Michael poking her head in. “Hey, room for one more?”

Courtney shrugs with a grin. “Just don’t steal any team secrets,”

“Like I’d have anyone to share them with,” she sighs, taking a seat on the rug beneath where Bonnie and Courtney are sitting on the bed. “It’s a nightmare in there. For me, at least… I mean, I thought I was doing well!”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Courtney sighs. “You’re welcome to join the Fujoshis, you know. We could use the extra players.”

“As tempting as that is, I don’t think Chris would be for it,” Michael smiles. “But we’re close enough to the merge.”

“Are we?” Bonnie asks, looking between the two. 

“Scruffy told Julia earlier,”

Courtney smacks their forehead. “God, how could I forget?” 

“Don’t sweat it, there’s a lot going on. Just try to survive until then,” 

Courtney sighs, shaking their head, though they open their eyes and smile again. Bonnie gives a faint smile, too, before lying back on the mattress. Michael turns to look out the window for a moment and the sound of crickets outside fills the room for a moment. 

She turns back to Courtney. “Can I… ask you something?”

“Shoot,”

“You and McLovin… you’re…?”

“Just friends,” Courtney shrugs. “Especially with the Ass stuff going on… it’s just too complicated to even think about anything else.”

“Well, just…” Michael starts before trailing off, standing. “Just be careful, okay? He’s not all that he seems.”

She turns and walks to the cabin door. 

---

Julia laughs, pushing against Scruffy’s chest playfully. Max watches the display from afar, rolling his eyes. He shoots Michael a glare as she walks back inside, and she returns the expression. 

Scary scampers around the room with a sausage in their mouth. Kelly chats merrily with themselves about their nails. Michael sighs and sits on a bed near Kelly, looking between the ground and Julia and Scruffy every other second, avoiding eye contact with Max. 

Chef’s voice blares over the intercom. “Attention, maggots! Your next stage of training begins at 0700 hours tomorrow! And to the funny guy who felt like recreating my least favorite Island scene… you’re in for a world of pain,”

---

The few remaining campers- Courtney, Michael, Scruffy, Scary, and Kelly- hang upside down from the branches of a large tree. 

“For you few remaining souls, I’m sure you can already feel the blood rushing to your head. You will get nauseous, dizzy… eventually, you will collapse,”

The five look at each other nervously. Kelly swoons for a moment before falling, Austin (sitting on the sidelines with the rest of the non-competing campers) running to catch them. 

Chef nods solemnly as Scary suddenly sits up in the tree and climbs into the canopy. “Hey! Hey! Get down here, maggot!”

Scary vanishes, leaving Michael, Scruffy, and Courtney behind. 

“Come on, Court, you can do it!” McLovin cheers. Ass rolls their eyes and Bonnie glares at them. 

“Go, Scruffy!” Julia cheers. 

Max adds on half-heartedly: “Yeah, Scruffy!” 

Michael grits her teeth and holds onto the branch tightly. Scruffy smirks and crosses their arms over their chest in mid air, clearly having practiced this before. 

Courtney’s eyes flutter shut for a moment, and then snap back open. They turn to Scruffy. “Don’t suppose you have any pointers for me?”

They shake their head. “Not for the enemy,”

Courtney groans, slipping a bit. Their eyes snap open and they grab onto Scruffy’s shirt to stabilize themselves just as they fall, bringing them both to the ground. The observing campers wince, Bonnie walking over to help Courtney and Julia rushing to Scruffy. 

Chef approaches the tree just as Michael drops down, landing on her knees with a thud. He grabs her shoulders and stands her up, saluting her after. 

“Good work, soldier! I expect to see you in the ranks after the competition!”

Michael salutes back. “Thanks, man,” and then passes out on the ground. 

---

“Fujoshis, I can’t say I’m surprised,” Chris says. “You guys have eaten more marshmallows this month than the average man does in his life. But, here we are, yet again.”

Ass shivers and scoffs, still wrapped in a blanket. Bonnie turns back to glare at them, and then looks to Courtney, who nods. 

“Our first marshmallow goes to McLovin- then to Courtney,” he grins wickedly. “Bonnie… you racked up the most impressively unimpressive number of votes I’ve ever seen… one. However, Ass- you beat them with a grand total of two, earning you a premium access trip down the dock of shame!”

Ass frowns. “You know w-what?” they stand, still shivering. “Fine! I’m done with this lame show anyway.”

---

MCLOVIN: “I didn’t want to take sides… I hate taking sides, I just can’t do it. I voted myself. I deserve it, anyway…” he sulks. 

---

Ass walks down the dock of shame without another word, shooting Courtney one final glare before stepping into the boat. 

---

ASS: “So, I didn’t handle the drama very well, but big whoop, I’m not perfect. I tried, or something. Whatever! I don’t even care. I’m going home,”

---

Chris chuckles as the boat disappears. “Wow. Will the Fujoshis finally end their losing streak? Will the Anons ever get along? Find out next time, on Total! Takes! Island!”

[linuxgamenews]

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[stargazeraldroth]

Okay so I was waiting to post these headcanons because I wanted to try and come up with more for some of the other characters. I think I definitely spoiled Dream the most with these, I just imagine him and Ink playing Minecraft a lot. I also have a headcanon where Dream's a streamer so it kinda checks out anyway

~Dream~

He's the primary streamer of the team. He keeps tabs on what everyone's doing and talks to the chat about everything going on

As soon as they spawn and they can go out to find areas for their bases and stuff, he makes it a mission to find the cherry blossom biome. He calls dibs on that biome before they even start the game. That is his territory, that is his land. The pink wood is just too good to forfeit, and you know what? I support this claim

He'd have a lot of cutesy builds. I'm thinking along the lines of fairycore and cottagecore, with a lot of lighter colors mixed in

If he were to make a mega base, it'd be a fairy castle

He favors mods that deal with adding new blocks, crops, foods, decorations, furniture, etc. It just scratches the itch of wanting more variety

Dog army

Very neat and organized storage system and a very large storage room. He does not like chest monsters! Do not tell him that your storage is a mess because he will go over there and organize it himself

He's hoarding all the animals. Every cow, sheep, chicken, and pig in the vicinity has been confiscated by him and stuck in a pen in a barn

He refuses to go mining by himself. He always needs at least one person with him

He will build a whole new village himself and kidnap villagers for it. He gets very protective of his villagers

"Nighty I need help figuring out the redstone"

~Ink~

He never has any kind of plan. The only thing he ever knows is that he wants his base either in a snow biome or underwater

I like to think that his ideal mega base would be a mix of a frozen castle and a mermaid castle. Kinda like a mermaid castle that got frozen over and is gradually thawing out

His builds either match perfectly in terms of aesthetics or not at all

He absolutely hoards EVERYTHING. He probably has an entire double chest with nothing but stacks of dirt

He really likes unique items, even if they're useless. He just likes having things in his possession

He probably uses a lot of weird blocks in his builds. Blocks you wouldn't think he'd use, like... coral blocks and stuff. But maybe that's not so surprising considering the underwater and mermaid themes

He wears things on his character's head. He likes collecting heads of mobs and players alike. He has a collection growing on his wall

He probably spent the longest time living in a cave not because he didn't have ideas or materials, but because he was perfectly fine living like that

Chest monsters. He's Dream's biggest enemy when it comes to organization and storage

He knows a lot of the tricks, like the water bucket to stop fall damage trick, but he sucks at timing and keeps dying anyway

He doesn't care if diamonds and netherite are better materials for armor and tools, he likes using his iron! He wants chainmail armor!

"I wanna make armor out of emeralds. I want green armor- no, leather doesn't count, leather sucks. I don't trade with villagers, I trade with you guys"

"Error do you wanna put our beds together?"

~Error~

How tf did they even manage to convince him to play with them? How did they even teach him how to do stuff? The world may never know

Idk if he'd have a preferred biome. He'd probably just want to be as close as possible to Ink (take that however you wish; I know how I'm taking it)

Industrial Revolution is his theme

He's probably the player who uses TNT to blow up everything around him. Mining? TNT. Someone pissed him off? TNT

Avoids water like the plague out of habit from real life experience

~Nightmare~

Redstone maniac. He is thee engineer of the server

I'm thinking his builds are mostly either gothic-inspired or just dark in general

He'd probably confiscate a woodland mansion. He came across it while searching for a good spot in the Dark Oak Forest and found it, and he decided to steal it

He either makes his base somewhere or he makes it directly under Dream's base just to mess with him

Deep dark. Deep down dark. Deep dark down deep down dark. He loves sculk

"If they don't want me to kill the Warden then why does it have a health bar? That's just asking me to kill it"

Can you guys imagine what a Sans AU Minecraft SMP would be like

[yandere-daze]

I found your self aware enstars au recently and I really like it (I've read it more than once)

I can't help but think it's going to be very chaotic, especially between the Sakuma/Amagi/Aoi brothers or between Tsukasa and Kohaku

Aww thank you so much, anon, it honestly makes me really happy to know that you like it enough to read it multiple times and even send in an ask 🥺

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, jealousy, possessiveness, mention of murder

Family rivalries in the Yandere! Self-aware Ensemble Stars AU

Oooh, you just know it's going to be mighty chaotic with so many characters fawning over you and for me at least, these kinds of love triangles are really juicy and neat to think about! Characters that either get along really well or not at all, both loving you and wanting you to themselves!

Rei and Ritsu have very different approaches when it comes to getting your attention.

Rei capitalizes on his charming vampire act to hopefully win over your favor, and he hopes that his maturity and willingness to help will shine through. It's hard not to fall for him when he sweet talks you all the time, right?

He cares a lot for his younger brother and can see just how much Ritsu adores you, so he would be willing to share you with him. They could work together and maybe Ritsu might even learn to forgive him for abandoning him in his time of need if he allowed him to hog some of your attention

Ritsu on the other hand doesn't try to hide his love for you in any way, he's very upfront and often outright demands your time and attention. You will often see lines from him that go something like “Hahh, I feel so tired. Why don´t you lie down with me? Let´s cuddle and forget about everyone else~”

He´s also very easily jealous and possessive and more than anything, he would not allow Rei to lay even a single finger on you. He still holds a lot of resentment for his older brother and so he won´t let him steal you away, the person that brings him more joy than anyone else. Over his dead body

Rinne and Hiiro have an interesting relationship, they both really care for each other but due to their different perspectives on their home village and their goals, especially at the beginning of the main story, their bond has grown a bit strained.

Rinne as with everything is loud and bold and though he can be lazy at times, he does not waste any time trying to win over the player. He´s very in-your-face and his loud voice and laugh are quite handy when he tries to shift your attention away from the other idol having the pleasure of being on your home screen right next to him. How could you ever look at someone else when he´s there to cause trouble? I think he would somehow find a way to mess with the other idols in the game, shifting things around so they won´t get any time with you. How does he do it? No one knows. And you´re probably too distracted by the fact that he just proposed to you out of the blue.

Since Rinne does feel fondly for Hiiro ( they´re actually pretty close), I think he might also try to help him out in a roundabout way? Like he may mention his little brother from time to time, talking about how he seems to have grown fond of you, and you wouldn´t really think it strange. You knew that some characters had lines where they talk about other characters they are close with, so this isn´t any different!

I actually haven´t considered Yandere! Hiiro too much but I can see that he would be very passionate when he talks to the player! I think he´s probably pretty confused with how this entire thing works though. He doesn´t know how to use a phone due to his upbringing, how are you going to explain to him that he´s actually only a character in a game and that there´s someone looking into his life and looking at him whenever they want? He´s pretty quick at learning new things but this is going to take some time. There´s one thing he´s sure about though, you are the person that has supported him from the shadows all this time and he really appreciates all of the efforts you put in for him!

I think similar to his brother, he wouldn´t try to hide his love for you but he´s more just straightforward compared to the aggressiveness of the older Amagi. I think after he realizes that Rinne only wanted him to live in freedom, independent from the village, and they reconcile, he may be willing to share you with Rinne in some fashion. Even after everything that happened, Hiiro looks up to his older brother and trusts him to think of a good plan to ensure you will favor them.

Ooh, the Aoi twins! I have to admit I don´t know too much about them but I will try! They´ve spent their entire lives together and know each other well so I would assume they would probably have the easiest time out of everyone to work together. Hinata is the more active and mischievous of the two, making sure to attract your attention when they think you may have looked at one of the other idols for too long. Yuta is more introverted than his brother and is usually the one that has to remind him to tone things down a bit when he thinks you might become a bit uncomfortable with how insistent the other is with having your attention on them. Not that he doesn´t want you to look at them obviously, he just doesn´t want to drive you off because they´re being too overwhelming for you!

I feel this need for attention stems from the way their father treated them :/

But that doesn´t mean that there won´t be bickering among them. They still want to be seen as their own person and wish that you would grow to love them for who they are and not just as a group. In their childhood, people haven´t been able to tell them apart at all so they hope that you will grow to love both of them as individuals that are different from each other and yet make a whole together. There will definitely be some jealousy if one of them feels like you´re preferring one of them over the other.

And yes, now let´s talk about Tsukasa and Kohaku, my boys who I love a lot!!

Tsukasa wants to act all mature and elegant when you have him on the screen, the picture-perfect image of a gentleman but he can´t help but slip into childish antics whenever he isn´t the only one on screen. Oh, dear player, you are the most wonderful and gracious being that has ever existed, you make his heart beat faster than ever before and he swears to serve you loyally until the end! Please, it is the least he can do when you´ve guided him all this time! Oh, how he wished he could be there with you! I mean have you seen how he sometimes simps for Anzu in the main story? And then he discovers that it´s actually you and combine that with him being yandere and completely separated from you by a screen? Yeah, he gets pretty desperate for your attention.

And then you pull the ultimate foul move. You put his cousin on the home screen with him and Tsukasa feels like ripping his hair out because why can he not have you for himself? Has he displeased you in some way so the privilege of being your only one was taken from him? Please make him understand so he can improve!

Meanwhile, Kohaku can only shake his head and chide Tsukasa for acting so childish in front of you. Well, I guess he doesn´t mind as it only improves his own chances with you. Why would he need to spend the effort to make Tsukasa look bad when he´s already doing all of the work for him? Kohaku is quite proud of how much more mature he looks in comparison and he´s banking on leaving a positive impression on you through that. Because while yes, he could just try and get rid of every last rival for your love and attention, that wouldn´t automatically mean that you´d love him then, so he needs to work hard and prove himself to you! ( Also side note but what would actually happen to the game if Kohaku were to kill one of the other idols? Would the game just crash? Would it be riddled with bugs, almost unplayable? Would all of your cards of that character disappear? So much to consider honestly)

But in all actuality, Kohaku isn´t any more mature than Tsukasa and they will bicker endlessly whether you are or aren´t watching them. When you´re directly looking at them, they´ll do it in less obvious but not really subtle ways. Tsukasa might say a line where he asks you if you would like to drink a cup of tea with him and eat some sweets. And then, without you even tapping on the screen, a new line appears, this time from Kohaku, telling you that the atmosphere at the Suou estate is very stuffy and uncomfortable and that you would have a way better time trying some traditional Japanese sweets with him!

Which then soon turns into a full-blown argument where they´re metaphorically playing tug-of-war with each other, constantly trying to shoot down the other´s attempts at flirting with you or asking you out on a date through the screen, while still trying to one-up each other and impress you. Both are more childish than they would ever admit.

It seems very unlikely that they would share you, they both kind of refuse to hand you over to the other

[emonaculate]

Streamer Eren Headcanon pt 2

`❥ AU: Modern!AU

`❥ Genre: Fluff

`❥ Pairing: Streamer!Eren x Black!Reader

`❥ Warnings Include: Profanity, Established relationship, Eren is a dork

`❥ Author Note: You guys loved the first one so much I decided to do it again. Sorry if it isn't as good as the first one, I'm working on other projects at the same time

Eren met you during college and was instantly smitten

You were a foreign student studying abroad

He spent months trying to learn English just to properly talk to you

You finally cave in and go on dates with him because slfkssrlw how could you not when he's that sweet

Having said that, when you're frustrated whilst he streams, to check on you he'll switch over to English.

"Hey pretty girl whats wrong?"

"I can't find the letters for my cross word."

"....Aha lemme see."

He is trying his hardest not to laugh at your cute little scrunched up face as he helps you find the word.

During his charity streams, by popular vote, he lets you do his make up

Despite the stream being 24 hrs long people continue to watch because the interactions are too cute.

" 'Ren stay still."

"It feels moist."

"Never say that again."

"Wait. Babe. I want the thingy on my eyes."

"Thingy?"

"Yeah the sharp shit and the stuff on my lashes."

"Its called wing liner and mascara, Eren."

"Yeah that shit."

"Don't swear. Kids are watching."

"Man fuck them-"

"Yeager."

"....Ahem... sorry."

He is definitely the baddest bitch after you finish <3

Kept the make up on even after the stream finished

He may be a COD player but he does not have toxic masculinity

LOVES how he looks when pampered and whilst he'll never go out of his way to do make up or use your products; if you ever offer he's down

"What that's shit on your face?"

"It's an Indian face mask."

"It looks like throw up."

"Do you wanna try it?"

"Yes."

Once talked shit about braids not hurting that bad.

So the only natural solution was to make a bet

You styled his beautiful long hair into nice and neat cornrows (if you can't braid, take him to the africans)

He couldn't even sit through the procedure, literally got up and left midway through

"Fuck no. I like pain as much as the next guy but hell no."

"Aw baby what wrong? I thought it wasn't that bad."

Went on stream the next day to talk about the experience and why he wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Everyone can tell that your relationship is serious when you accidentally broke his PS5

Like he gets absolutely livid and wants to do nothing more than yell at you

But after seeing your teary eyed expression and your broken apologies in German

He just accepts it and steps completely out of the room to keep from blowing up on you.

It takes a few days and even though you feel completely like shit, you dont bother him

He finally comes around and just holds you tightly

No words or anything

His gesture is enough to let you know he forgives you.

He gets a new one immediately and is more careful when it comes to letting you mess with alone though lmao

Decides to do the little draw my life video and moves people to tears without trying

He thought his trauma was normal pfft

While that gets to people, what really affects his audience is when he get to how you make him feel

"If I can describe Y/n with one word, I'd have to say sunshine. You know that feeling when you've seen nothing but depressing rainstorms for months at a time but just that one day, the sun pokes out and shows that the world isn't so gloomy and bad. It's actually quite beautiful. The sun manages to make those sad raindrops look like diamonds. Thats Y/n to me. She makes the days where I feel at my worst better in every way. "

Eren suffers from a couple mental illnesses which is why he donates to their respected charities

He suffers from ADHD, Depression, and Anger issues.

Now you can't just magically make all of his issues go away but you being around does soothe him in a special way

Not many people can do that and LOTS have tried

But you just manage to get him in ways he cant explain

Even the videos with all of his friends involved, his focus on you

Fans can tell when you guys are not together during streams

Eren's temper is a lot shorter and he pops off quickly.

And of course he just so happens to play "getting over it"

This is one of those times he gets cancelled

Coochie-manz63: wow ur trash

"You're literally someone who hides behind a fucking screen to talk shit but I know if I was in front of you; there would be no exchange because if you so much looked at me wrong, I would have beaten your ass into fucking next year, you dyslexic fucking waste of space. Learn how to goddamn spell before you try to talk shit again."

IloveYEAGGGGER23: Damn..

You ended up being the one to clean up his mess, yet again

"Eren is very sorry for his actions, He understands how his words can be hurtful to others.. Right babe?"

"Huh? Oh um yeah.. My bad ig."

After the apology video, you give Eren one of your famous lectures.

"Eren you can't treat others like that just because you get a little upset. Remember what your therapist said about controlling your temper. You can't just do it when I'm around, you have to do it all the time.

Now Eren loves you to pieces but your lectures just do not help his ADHD mind.

So to shut you up, he does the only thing he knows how

Takes your breath and thoughts away with his passionate kisses.

His pattern is always the same

He pretends to listen, nodding occasionally, stands up and moves closer to you.

Grabs your jaw gently and tips your head back before capturing your lips into a sheering kiss that always leaves you breathless

"What were we talking about?"

"We were just going to get some food."

You're just as weak for Eren as he is for you <3

[moonyswolfie]

Legillimens

Soooo I love the rougher, player Sirius fics, I really do. I have plenty saved in my likes. But I can’t help thinking that when this sweet man falls in love, he becomes the fluffiest and blushiest ever, even more than sweet baby Remus.

So here is some soft and fluffy Sirius, enjoy everyone!

Sirius Black x Legillimens!reader

Summary: Sirius is trying to come up with a way to ask you out, unaware that his thoughts are loud and clear for you to hear...

Sirius found himself to be a nervous mess around you lately, a fact that made you giddy. After all, it wasn’t every day that the school ‘s infamous charmer was reduced to a stuttering, blushing mess.

You and Sirius have been friends for a few years now – just friends – but in the last couple of months both your feelings have changed, taking a romantic turn.

It started slow for you, catching yourself stealing glances at his beautiful face during lessons, finding his jokes genuinely funny and lighting up every time you laid eyes on that gorgeous, radiant smile of his.

Before long, you came to the shocking realization that you have fallen for your best friend – and that you were surely doomed to a life of heartbreak seeing as he only thought of you as a friend and nothing more.

And unlike other girls, you could actually state that fact with full certainty.

You’ve been born with a rare ability : you were a Legillimens, meaning that you could hear other people’s thoughts, and not always intentionally.

It was a strange ability, one you’ve grown accustomed to over the years.

Many times you’ve wandered the corridors of the castle and heard what you thought were people right by your side, yet when you turned to look, no one was there. They were thoughts coming from different Chambers, from various people.

And such was the case with your best friend during your current lesson. You didn’t mean to pry, you actually did your best to avoid his thoughts as much as you possibly could at all times – something you did with all your best friends - in fear that you would intrude on their privacy, but now Sirius‘ were loud enough that you could hear them from the other end of the room you two were in.

‘Y/N, how about you and me an…no, scratch that. It sounds horrible. Come on, Sirius, you can charm every girl in this entire castle with one look, you can ask your best friend on a date!‘

The last comment got an eye roll out of you, but still, a huge, surprised smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

To say that you were taken aback when you heard your name would be an understatement. Did that mean he fancies you too?

You never thought that he would return your feelings, let alone want to date you.

But this shy side of him you were hearing now, this was quite flattering.

‘Hey, Y/N… yes, definitely better’ the voice in his head sounded less frustrated this time around ‘would you… maybe… if you want… uh… go out..on a date…with me?“

You had to physically restrain yourself from awwing out loud and answering his question since you were in the middle of Potions class, but you were beaming.

Sirius Black returned your feelings.

It felt wrong every time you overheard other people’s intimate thoughts, but this time the guilt was a lot smaller in comparison to your happiness.

He wanted to ask you out, but the thought made him nervous.

You chewed on your lower lip, lost in your mind, and didn’t hear the bell announcing the end of the lesson until a tall figure leaned against the wall to your right.

“Ready to go, Y/N? We have a few essays to write for tomorrow, so we’d better get started on them.”

You stirred back to reality and nodded, smiling in Sirius’ direction.

“Yes, of course, let’s.”

You got up and packed your stuff quickly, exiting the class with him and joining the rest of the Marauders on the corridor.

The second he laid eyes on you, James furrowed his brows.

“What’s got you this happy, Y/N/N?“

You shrugged and started walking towards the Library.

“Nothing in particular, Jamie, I’m just excited that the weekend in one day away and that we have a Hogsmeade trip too.”

He grins, one that Remus matched perfectly. You knew exactly what was on their minds without needing to look, they were excited to go to Zonko’s and stock up on prank items.

*

Three hours later, you let out a groan and sprawl yourself all over the library table.

“If I never hear the word ‘war’ again, it would be too soon”

The boys laughed and shook their heads, adding the finishing touches on their own History of Magic essays about the Giant Wars. James finished first and nearly jumped out of his seat when he saw the time.

“Blimey, I’m late again for Quidditch practice! This essay took forever. I’ll see you guys after!“ he yelled the last part on his way out, earning a bunch of giggles from the rest of you and a harsh shushing from Madame Pince.

You sighed and changed your position, your head now resting on your arms, yet this time you stole cheeky glances at Sirius when you were sure he wasn’t looking.

He is most handsome when he’s focusing like that, hair slipping in front of his face, shielding half from sight, tongue sticking out all cute when he’s deep in concentration...

‘Maybe ask her now. She’s right in front of you, come on, this is your chance…’

Sirius tilted his head and glanced at Moony, who was filling his third parchment with his beautiful and neat handwriting.

‘Or after Moony leaves too… or maybe kick him out somehow?'

You started giggling at his last thought and that got weird looks your way from both boys. You blushed bright red and shook your head, waving them off.

“Was trying to set up a plan for a prank on Pince. Though I think I may have gone too far and it’s not doable either“ you replied quick, to cover your mistake.

The boys have known about your gift from day one. After all, you weren’t about to hide from your best friends, were you?

But they were also counting on your promise to stay away from their heads, so they never worried about you reading their minds before, and nothing changed now. Remus shrugged and went back to writing while Sirius chewed on the end of his quill, a habit that you found quite adorable.

They were none the wiser at the cause of your giggle, and you breathed out a sigh of relief. If Sirius knew, this would have turned very awkward insanely fast.

Twenty more minutes have passed before Remus put his quill down and gathered the now four scrolls of parchment and stuffed them in his bag.

“I think I’ll go and catch up on some sleep now, if you don’t mind, I can still feel the last full moon’s effects on me” he said and muffled a yawn “Pads, you coming up too?“

Sirius hummed and looked up from his own essay, now covered in doodles on the edges.

“Hmm? No, I’m good, Moons, I’ll actually stay a bit more and compare some Charms notes with Y/N/N” he said and winked your way, making a faint blush dust your cheeks.

Moony smiled as well and got up.

“Suit yourselves” he said and he was out the door a moment later.

“So… “ you started and fumbled for your Charms notes in your bag, but Sirius’ hand on your wrist stopped you mid movement.

“No, I… the Charms notes were just a pretext, I’m sorry. Truth is, I wanted to ask you something and I wanted you alone for that” he finished in a whisper and his cheeks were now a matching shade of pink to your own.

You stifled a smile and offered him your full attention, raising a brow curious.

“Would you like to… maybe… if you want, I mean, you don’t have to… I mean… “ he groaned and buried his face in his hands “would you want to go with me… maybe tomorrow….“ he stopped again and his blush intensified, increasing your urge to aww and cover him in kisses.

His flustered state, as much as it melted your heart, made up your mind and so you put him out of his misery.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Sirius” you said soft, taking his hand in yours and drawing small circles on the back of it.

He frowned in confusion, which made a guilty expression appear on your face.

“Your thoughts have been pretty loud today, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”

Although his cheeks were beet red at this point, he couldn’t help but chuckle and pull you to his chest, holding you tight and kissing the top of your head sweet.

“Well, I’m quite glad they were, I don’t know if I’d have been able to properly ask you that question.”

You giggled and buried your face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent and letting it wash over you, engulfing you in the most pleasant sensation you’ve ever felt.

[krash-and-co]

holy SHIT this has been in my drafts forever but hey better (extremely) late than never. I meant to add holly and kipps to this but never finished lol

here's my thoughts.

there are a lot of them.

LUCY: although all of them could technically be, Lucy is definitely a Hades kid. besides her very strong Talent in the canon universe, which could easily make me think of her as a Hades demigod, her personality fits pretty well for one of his kids too.

she's one of the only kids in her cabin, (when not she's inviting George, Lockwood, Kipps, and Holly in as a little private hangout space) so she often summons the dead to talk to when in need of immediate assistance or when she's simply bored. although there are some exceptions where she just chooses a random soul, most times she summons who she calls Skull. she won't say it, but she likes him around, and sometimes she even lets him stay awhile and doesn't make him go back to his wonderful job of eternally digging up bones in the Field of Punishment.

he also often gets summoned by accident when she's angry or feeling other intense emotions, along with many other souls. this happens about as much as you'd think, knowing Lucy.

sometimes she just gets the help of the undead for games. it's not cheating, she's using her demigod abilities! at least, that's her argument every time she's caught.

GEORGE: is this even a question? Athena. he fits in pretty well with his cabin, EXCEPT for the fact that he's incredibly messy when they are incredibly neat and organized. he drives his siblings absolutely insane with this. (he may or may not make it worse some times just to mess with them.)

Also their obsession with schedule and routine is hell.

In short, Holly would love them.

he spends most of his time researching, learning, reading, and things of that type. he hates camp games. well, he hates being a player in the games. he loves strategizing how to win them and helping his cabin think of plans, but actually being in the games? no thanks. only if he particularly enjoys it or his best friends (*cough* guess who) are doing it with him.

or they make him.

He really enjoys observing other campers abilities, Lucy's especially. The zombies and skeletons and ghosts she seems to just break out of the ground have been fascinating him since they met. he's done a ton of reasearch on it, which Lucy finds pointless since it's literally just her ability as a Hades child. he doesn't care; he finds the underworld and undead fascinating.

even though it's probably not something a non Hades kid should go so deep into.

he would, as well as reasearching, ask questions about her ability all the time. it used to annoy her a lot and they'd fight, but as their friendship grew stronger she didn't mind as much. he also started trying to get info from Skull, whom Lucy had to prevent from killing George on multiple occasions.

he still asks her some questions, although he's kind of cooled down a bit and does most reasearch on Hades in private.

he probably wishes he were a Hades kid.

LOCKWOOD: okay here we go. I thought about this way too much, just fyi.

everybody thought he was an Aphrodite kid. like, literally everybody. how else does the smile work so well? and how can he talk people into things so easily? it must be a godly ability. and he's pretty too, so like??? just claim him already Aphrodite, we all know he's your son anyway.

well she doesn't.

cuz he's not.

you know who does? ares. he's a freaking ARES KID and everyone is in shock. they can later see how this is, considering his incredible sword fighting skills, crazy amount of bravery, and random bursts of anger (and impulsiveness of course) but STILL, they'd never have guessed until getting to know him.

He seemed at first to be their opposite. he's the scrawniest Ares kid by far, he's very elegant and well dressed, he's most often polite (unless you get him angry, as we know), he's actually good looking unlike most children of ares, and he's overall not a screaming mess every five seconds. he usually waits till at least ten.

you can often find lockwood sitting in his cabin peacefully reading a book while the rest of his siblings throw things at each other that are probably on fire.

but not always. equally often, there are the times where he either joins or creates the chaos, and he always somehow winds up directing the entire cabin. then all the other demigods are confused again. they're like, "this skinny pretty boy in a trenchcoat is leading the entire Ares cabin in a capture the flag MOB. this is FAKE" right before getting their armor impaled by said pretty boy

so basically he's either the opposite of his cabin: calm, collected, and gentle, or an angry disaster that has a 30 second straight random outburst before running off to stab at the training dummies. and when that happens you're like "ahhh there's the stereotypical ares"

but if you tease him for this when he's mad you'll be the training dummy. only half kidding.

also flo the satyr is amazing. 100% yes yes yes

also lockwood was rescued and brought to camp when his sister was killed by a monster, his mom died in a car crash because Aphrodite pitched a fit and he believed his dad was dead too, George literally got up and followed flo out one day, Lucy ran away and also believed her father was hit by a train like in book canon I may write some of this

What if lockwood and co gang demigods. Right? Or like lockwod and co au where it's Percy Jackson.

The skull was an Apollo kid, I'd have picked Dionysus but nah. Hermes. He seems like the type. He just got in good with like a Hades kid or Hades himself now is this mess of a ghost.

Lockwood is Athena I feel, he's very strategic with his battles and planning. Dunno feels like an Athena child

Now. Lucy is either Ares or Hades. Hades would explain why the Skull is following her sort of deal but I dunno locklyle where it's Athena and ares children is quite funny to me. She has the anger but also she has the gift of listening with the dead so Hades would work more really.

George is probably a minor god child, stuck in the Hermes cabin. They'd think he'd b Athena with his research but was never claimed. He's very good at figuring out where monsters are especially when his friend Flo, a Satyr (I dunno found it funny this scruffy goat woman picking up demi god's and kicking ass), helps figure it out.

Barnes I like to think is like Dionysus just there as a punishment but he's like a grumpy Chiron, a proper dad but is so done with it all.

Kipps probably a Aphrodite child who kicks absolute ass and looks fab while doing it.

Holly I would put as Aphrodite but I like to think is also an unclaimed child which makes Aphrodite lot but jealous. Or maybe even Apollo for healing like she's the best healer, be funny with the skulls hatred of her, but maybe even older tha that and is just medicine. But overall unclaimed.

I dunno rushed little thoughts to comfort myself gimme yo opinions and stuff I'm intrigued what you think.

[whatisthiswritingthing]

Congrats on the baby - Ali Krieger x Ashlyn Harris x Reader

Combining a couple prompts here. 

Ali and Ashlyn adopt Sloane, and begin neglecting their relationship with Reader. Reader moves to Manchester without the couple knowing and don't see each other for a couple months until Camp. 

“Dinner tonight?” Y/N skimmed a hand along Ali’s lower back as she slid in the locker next to her.

“Not tonight Y/N/N,” Ali muttered while she continued to rummage through her bag, “Sloane is finally getting on to a normal sleep schedule,” the brunette couldn’t help the soft smile that came onto her face at the mention of her daughter, “so Ash and I really don’t want to mess it up with people over.”

“Oh,” Y/N sagged into her locker cubby, “I, uh, I was really hoping to talk to you and Ash,”

Y/N didn’t finish her sentence, cut off by Ash coming over with Sloane in her arms., “hi mommy,” the keeper mimicked a baby voice, waving the babies hand.

“Hi beautiful girl,” Ali cooed, completely cutting off any conversation with her other girlfriend. Stretching her hands out, taking Sloane from Ashlyn. The blonde keeper wrapped her arms around Ali’s waist, pulling them close to her chest, effectively sandwiching the baby between them.

The couple were in their own world, both making soft sounds at the baby. Ali gently hugging Sloane while Ashlyn kept a secure arm around Ali, gently scratching the babies back, encouraging her to sleep.

Y/N let out a small sigh, slowly tugged her practice gear off, grabbing a towel and making her way to take an ice back. She shuffled her feet along the ground, chin tucked to her chest, eyes watching her feet.

Y/N kicked her slides off and eased into the ice water, wasting no time submerging her entire body. She took in a sharp breath, content to be feeling something. Slowly letting out the breath, she tilted her head back, eyes closed. The cold numbed her body but did nothing to settle her mind. She had tamped down her feelings for the couple for months, ignoring how she felt as long as she could, until finally it blew up and they began a steady relationship for the past couple months.

The couple promised nothing would change when the baby arrived, that she would still be part of their family. That she could take her time after the adoption agency called announcing their application had been approved; the married couple having had more time to prepare. It had taken only a couple weeks before Y/N was forgotten all together. It wasn’t that she hadn’t attempted to be part of the small family. When she was around, she didn’t feel like a partner anymore, a babysitter at best.

Y/N let out another sigh, a small tremble coursing through her body. She opened her eyes and glanced at the clock, her eyes widening when she looked at the clock, realizing how long she had been lost in her thoughts.

Weakly pushing herself out of the tub, she shivered while she wrapped a towel around herself. Trudging herself back to her locker, she methodically dried off and got dressed.

She sat in the locker, glancing around the change room, taking it all in for the last time. Letting out a shaky breath, she dropped her head into her hands.

“they’re not even going to help you pack up?” Alex walked back into the empty locker room.

Y/N let out a bitter laugh, smiling to herself, she dropped her hands to lay limply between her knees and shaking her head, “they don’t know,” she brought her head up, giving Alex a watery smile, tears lingering at the edges of her eyes.

Shrugging her shoulders, she pushed herself up and slowly packed her bag, tossing all her pride gear into a pile onto the side, wanting no reminder of her time with the team.

Alex slowly approached, firmly gripping Y/N’s hands, forcing her to stop moving and pulling her into hug. Y/N struggled for a second, her emotions hardly being contained as it is.

“I’m not excusing how they’re acting, I understand being a new mom is hard, but treating you this way isn’t acceptable,” the forward ran a soothing hand up and down Y/N’s back, feeling her slowing relax, “it’s ok to feel this way Y/N.”

At that, the gentle encouragement that her feelings were valid, Y/N let out a shuddering breath and hugged Alex tight, a few tears finally leaking out.

Y/N accepted the comfort for a minute before pulling away, wiping her eyes before beginning to pack again.

Alex sat in the locker, just watching her.

“When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow,” Y/N finished zipping her bag, leaning over and methodically folding the discarded pride equipment, “I don’t have much, donated what I don’t need, rest can come with me.”

Alex watched the soccer player carry the pile of gear to the equipment room and leave it in a neat pile on the table.

“Y/N,” Alex started while the younger woman walked back over, “why did you get rid of everything?”

“No reason to keep anything somewhere I’m not coming back to,” Y/N shrugged her shoulders, hands flopping into her thighs, defeated. She had no intention of coming back, there was nothing keeping her here anymore.

Y/N picked up her gym bag, taking one more look around the room, her eyes stopped on her name plate. Sighing, she reached up and tore it off. She traced her fingers over the logo, turning she shoved it into the trash can as she left the change room for the final time.

“Manchester is lucky to have you,” Alex squeezed Y/N’s bicep as they walked out.

The next morning Ali made her way to her locker, Sloane already being left with the team babysitter for the practice. She sat down and began pulling her stuff out of her bag before slowing her movement, then stopping all together, shooting up from spot. Her eyes widened when she took in the empty locker next to her.

The brunette needlessly reached a handout, skimming over the empty hook, stretching up, thumb gliding over the blank name plate.

“She flew out this morning,” Alex said firmly, sitting next to the empty locker.

Ali’s head whipped to the left, waiting for Alex to continue speaking, “what do you mean flew out?” she pressed while Alex ignored her and continued to get dressed.

The forward let out a slow, calming breath, “I mean, she got on a plane and the plane flew away,” not looking up from tying her cleats.

“A plane?” the defender managed to stutter out, eyebrows creasing, attempting to understand what was going on.

“What about a plane?” Ashlyn dropped into the empty locker Ali couldn’t take her eyes off.

Alex rolled her eyes, scoffing while she left the locker room.

“Y/N’s gone, Ash,” Ali gasped out, motioning her hand to the empty locker Ashlyn was sitting.

Ashlyn quickly shifted, head rapidly looking over both shoulders. Not able to take it all in fully, she got up and stood next to Ali. Mimicking her motions from earlier, running a hand over the suddenly empty name plate.

“She’s gone?” the blonde whispered.

Ali wordlessly nodded along, biting her lip, doing her best to keep her tears from spilling. Ashlyn dropped her arm back to her side. The couple just stood there, staring at the empty locker, attempting to figure out what was going on.

“I don’t understand,” Ali leaned into Ashlyn, who slowly brought an arm around her wife’s shoulder.

Fed up, Alex stormed back over, “what’s not to understand?” she snapped, arms crossed, glaring at the couple, “you acted like she didn’t exist, she’s been trying to tell you for weeks that she was going to Manchester. She left this morning, packed up her locker last night,” she gestured to the empty locker, the pointed at the pile of Orlando gear on the table in the equipment room.

The couple turned around and stared at the forward, both opening and closing their mouths.

“You still don’t have anything to say?” Alex scoffed, rolling her eyes, making her way out to the field.

“Manchester?” Ashlyn finally found her words again, “we need to phone her. Or Christin. Or Tobin,” she rushed to her locker, fumbling through her things to pull out her phone. Feeling her fingers brush it, she frantically tried to pull it out, dropping it on the ground in her rush, “fuck!” she bent down, scooping it up.

“Ash, we have practice. And Y/N will still be on the plane, and Tobs and Chris will be sleeping. We have to figure some stuff out first and then try and this afternoon,” Ali place a gentle hand on the keepers forearm, pulling the phone and placing it back on the top of the locker.

“But,” Ashlyn looked down at Ali, her eyes sad, tears precariously balanced on the edge of her eyes, “we need to talk to her, find out what happened, why she went to England,” she rambled, shaking her head, reaching for her phone again only to be stopped by Ali.

“I know why Ash,” Ali whispered, “you do too,” she nervously began fidgeting with Ashlyn’s fingers, resting her forehead against the blondes shoulder. “Alex said Y/N has been trying for weeks to tell us, we have been ignoring her. Think about, when was the last time we spent any time together, as a couple? She has been so great with us, with Sloane, she’s been so patient, trying so hard to be part of everything.”

Defeated, Ashlyn pulled her hand away, dropping into her locker, “we did this,” the tears finally began to fall.

“Come on Ash,” Ali attempted to pull the keeper up, “there’s nothing we can do right now. We have to practice and after we can try calling her and Tobs or Chris.”

Ashlyn sighed and let Ali lead her out to the field.

“Ash do you know what time it is here?” Tobin answered the phone a couple hours later. Voice thick with sleep, letting out a loud groan while she stretched.

“Have you talked Y/N?” Ashlyn quickly asked, ignoring the question.

“Her flight doesn’t land for a couple more hours,” the brunette groaned into the phone, the phone rustling while Tobin attempted to burrow into the pillow, fighting sleep at the early hour.

“Can you,” Ashlyn paused, not knowing how to continue her thoughts, not knowing what she wanted, or what Tobin could do, “uhh get her to call us when she gets there?”

“Yupp,” Tobin muttered out, disconnecting the call.

All the couples calls for the next couple weeks went unanswered, text left unread, voicemails un-listened to. Tobin and Christen had attempted to mediate, but Y/N refused to put them in the middle of it, not telling them anything. Y/N had kept to herself since moving to Manchester, putting all her time and focus into training.

“I understand you guys think this is the way to work things out, but I think it’s time to just give her space,” Christen gently tried to encourage one day when the other couple called again.

“But we need her to know that we are putting the effort in, that we know we made a mistake and that we know we need to find a better balance,” Ali said desperately into the phone.

“I know that Ali, we can’t keep mediating for you though,” Christen soothed into the phone, “she needs some space still. You’ll see her at camp next week. Give her until then, talk to her in person.”

Ali anxiously passed the lobby of the hotel the following week, Ashlyn working to sooth a fussy Sloane, the baby feeding off the couples emotions.

“Y/N!” Ali called as soon as she saw the younger woman walk into the hotel, wheeling her bag behind her.

Y/N gave a small wave and smile, attempting to continue through the lobby, only to be stopped Christen gently stopping her with a hand on her arm.

Ali rushed over, forcing herself to slow down when she saw how uncomfortable Y/N seemed, Ashlyn trailing behind, rocking Sloane back and forth.

“Uhh how are you? How was the flight in?” Ali nervously asked, nervously raised her arms to lean in for a hug, pulling away when she noticed Y/N not move, awkwardly dropping her arms back to her side.

“It was good,” she gave a small nod, “you?”

“I’m good, we’re good,” she motioned to Ashlyn behind them, the blonde still trying to sooth the baby who had now began to cry, “we are so happy to see you.”

Ali continued to force herself from reaching out, tugging her sleeves over her hands.

“Yeah, I can tell,” Y/N scoffed, looking over Ali’s shoulder at Ashlyn who had walked away as Sloane became more upset, “good seeing you Ashlyn,” she snarked and continued to the elevator.

Ashlyn’s turned sharply, still aware of the baby in her arms, “Y/N,” she tried to call out, only to be ignored as the elevator doors closed, “damnit.”

“I’m tired of being in the middle of this, so I’m going to try and help,” Christen approached the couple, “I don’t know what you guys think the main issue is, but it isn’t Sloane. It’s that you guys ignored her weeks when she did nothing but be supportive and try and be part of your life. You completely disregarded her as a partner in your relationship.”

The couple listened on, taking in what Christen had to say. Both realizing that the problem they thought they needed to fix was the wrong problem. They had been thinking that Y/N didn’t like Sloane, not that they had cut out Y/N from their relationship.

They each looked at each other, both having come to the same conclusion. That they needed to prove to Y/N that they wanted her to be an equal partner, not try and get Y/N to bond with Sloane.

The next morning the couple left Sloane with the group of younger players, hoping to talk to Y/N before breakfast.

“Y/N!” Ashlyn called out, the blonde and brunette rushed out of their seats, trying to catch Y/N before she got to a table, hoping to avoid a scene in front of the team.

“Can we talk?” Ali asked softly.

“Sure,” Y/N firm where she stood, face stoic as she stared at the couple, not giving them anything else, not encouraging them to continue.

“Here?” Ashlyn asked softly, glancing around the room. No one else paying attention to them, but she knew herself and Ali couple be emotional, especially when Y/N was involved.

“Sure,” Y/N agreed, shrugging her shoulders, remaining indifferent.

“Ok, uhh, sure, whatever you want,” Ali rushed out, knowing they were losing Y/N’s attention, “we just wanted to talk about us. We know we screwed up when you left. That we put all our attention onto Sloane, and we neglected our relationship with you. But, we recognize it now, and we want to make it better,” the brunette looked at Y/N hopefully, glancing to Ashlyn to see if she had anything else to say.

Y/N narrowed her eyes at the couple, clenching her jaw, “do you know how ridiculous I felt? You guys got Sloane and were so happy, and I was so happy for you guys, and so happy to be a part of it with you. Then it was like I didn’t exist, and I was jealous of how much attention Sloane got, I was jealous of a fucking baby! A fucking baby,” she threw her arms up, exasperated, “I felt so ridiculous, and hurt and left out, all at the same time. You guys wouldn’t even talk to me long enough to let me tell you about Manchester.”

Y/N crossed her arms, staring hard, waiting for either of them to say. Neither knew what to say, dropping their eyes to floor, hearing the pain in the younger woman’s voice breaking their hearts.

“That’s what I thought,” she scoffed, shaking her head and walking away, “congrats on the baby by the way,” she called over her shoulder, briefly glancing at them.        

[techtakesoff]

Arighty, I'm resending my sburbs session to the best of my memory

Our characters are:

A mage of void

A maid of space

A page of breath

A knight of blood

A prince of time

A heiress of hope

A thief of breath

A Rogue of heart

A witch of life

A sylph of light

I hope I remembered correctly, I sent the last one at like 5 in the morning

I'm just going to analyse this one. If this is incorrect, just let me know.

Session Size

Mage of Void, Maid of Space, Page of Breath, Knight of Blood, Prince of Time, Heir of Hope, Thief of Breath, Rogue of Heart, Witch of Life, Sylph of Light. 10 players. Nice session size.

You have one repeat aspect, that being shared between the Thief of Breath and the Page of Breath. How interesting!

Space/Time Players

Prince of Time and Maid of Space. Almost complete opposites, but it's fine.

In case of a Scratch?

Prince of Time destroys Time. Scratch does that in a less direct manner (aka overwriting the universe, basically), so this'll be pretty easy for the Prince.

Genesis Frog Breeding

Maid of Space - creates Space. Awesome. Knight of Blood is good for protection, and definitely get your Witch of Life to help out there, they'll be another good addition.

How about the situation on The Battlefield?

Offense: Prince of Time, Thief of Breath Defense: Knight of Blood, Witch of Life, Heir of Hope Support: Maid of Space, Mage of Void, Page of Breath, Rogue of Heart, Sylph of Light

Most large sessions have seemingly unbalanced O/D/S, but this is pretty good.

For offense, you have one of the best offensive players you can get. I've talked about the Prince of Time time and time again (ha!), and I'll just restate that since they destroy time, it gives a whole range of ability. They could age someone until they're dead, or freeze someone in time completely, destroying their time. Pretty neat. Now onto the Thief of Breath. Metaphorically, they steal the freedom of others, meaning that they could be responsible for an enemy finding themselves in a situation they cannot get out of. Literally, this could mean that they steal the wind- literally take the air out of someone's lungs. Deadly.

Now onto defense. You have a fully loaded defense, with some awesome players for that. The Knight of Blood can use the relationships between players to strengthen the bonds, creating a tighter-knit team, or they could the bonds between enemies and weaken them. The Witch of Life is a great healer, since they manipulate Life itself. They control who lives and dies. They could drain the life out of your enemies while also keeping your allies rejuvinated. The Heir of Hope manipulates hope or becomes Hope itself, which means that they'll be your party's main hype party. They'll be the one encouraging everyone to do their best. On the flip side, they could push the hope out of any enemy in your path.

Let's see support. The Maid of Space creates Space itself. They can create physical forms in the universe and mess around with them. Your team won't be falling into the void with this player. The Mage of Void is one who knows all about Void, which means that they know secrets. They'll be your intel, being the one to uncover enemy plans. The Page of Breath is your active exploiting class, and they could be the one to bring people along, keep everyone together while giving people room to breathe. The Rogue of Heart is your relationship manager, being the one to take away the rough emotions and redistributing as needed. They can also steal the souls of others, so they could act as a backup healer type, only killing enemies in the process. The Sylph of Light heals Light and knowledge, as well as luck, so your team will have the odds in their favor, as well as someone who can help them understand anything that could be particularly difficult.

Relationships

This is where it gets interesting. You have a Page and a Thief, which is something that usually causes conflict. This time, though, they share the same aspect. Breath. Someone who steals freedom for their own benefit, and someone who exploits it for their own benefit.

You're probably going to have to make sure that they're very separated in the beginning, especially before the Page is able to realize potential. So yeah. Keep them separated.

You also have a Prince of Time. Princes are a destructive class, and they actively destroy their aspect. If something ticks your Prince off majorly, they could destroy the timeline. Keep an eye on them.

Pros:

Incredibly good O/D/S

Every player is compatiable with at least one other person.

Scratch should be a breeze.

Cons:

Dual Breath players, which means one/both could die.

Not only that, but they're Thief/Page. Even greater risk.

Time player could pose a threat to the session if left unkempt.

Chance at success?

Great chance, actually. You'll likely be fine, so long as all the issues with the players are resolved and the group is kept together. And of course, if nobody dies. Good luck, anon.

[scover-va]

How do the Trader and Irving know each other in your hcs?

Well! Irving came to watch over the development of Inscryption (I'm thiiiiinking this is either during or shortly after Waste World's development? Ik a LOT of people say Inscryption was made around the time of SWK or CAX, but like. Rebecha. And then there's also the whole mess with the Mycos and the theories around them and just. Yeah), and Trader, who was originally supposed to be the underling you fight instead of Trapper, got curious and went to go talk to the strange new guy. Then she basically just pestered him daily and now they're friends. General hcs below bc I have a lot of thoughts on their friendship!!

To build on the underling thing, I see Trapper as one of Leshy's underlings and Trader as an extra (like the Mycos, BoneLord, Woodcarver, and Rebecha), but that she was originally an underling, and that Trapper was an extra as a neat lil easter egg

So after coming to know she's a fictional character, Trader requested she become an extra, so she wouldn't be confined to one area like we see with most underlings apart from Angler. She pointed out to Irving a merchant would be better than another easter egg, and he forwarded that to Kaycee and the other devs. This way, she could at least get some variety in scenery

Was very curious about what hes seen, so she knows about a lot of Lionel's characters. Is also one of the few to know Rebecha's been in other games before

Due to needing to quickly get to various different locations, she! Can teleport. Irving gave her this ability.

Irving gave her the reality check that she was in a game

His next task after that was to calm Trader down from a panic attack. They bonded

Irving died shortly before Leshy's takeover, and Trader was left to wonder what had happened to her dear friend

Overall she's a giant annoyance (affectionate)

In at least Augmented Reality's canon (and in my gf and i's rp) Irving basically gets revived at some point due to being an AI (like how the player characters always have a way of being revived in their games), though this is during Leshy's takeover. The floppy disk can't be accessed due to being buried, so Irving busies himself with other assignments

He won't admit it, but he was super worried

When the deletion happens, Trader's immediate response (when she sees Grimora start to delete everything) is to just. Teleport out of the game to find Irving. She doesn't exactly find him, but she does get out of the game and out of being deleted. So, that's something

Another thing that Irving won't admit is that he genuinely enjoys Trader's company. She's talkative, sure, but not in an annoying way. Hell, her rambles about everything and everyone in the game help him create progress reports without actually having to talk to many of the others

Trader has given him lots of pelts as a sign of (platonic) affection. He's running out of space to store them

They also shit talk people together. It's great. They just get tea and start bitching about other people to one another

[pinkmirth]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ (ch.1 | feenin')

—𝑶𝑵𝑬.

SERIES MASTERLIST | NEXT CHAPTER | WK: 2.8K

Frenzied cheers buzzed throughout the raving auditorium, the basketball’s reverberating bounces against the slick court floor adding onto the thrill. This match was nothing but hyped, but in a good way so.

The sports chants of the college goers sounded rather foreign to you, since it wasn’t like you attended Stohess University anyway. The fellow audience around you were at the edge of their seats, hailing their team’s basketball players as the raving shouts began to sound borderline intoxicating. So much so that you couldn’t help but clap along to another school’s anthem.

“Havin’ fun?” Marco questions, the corners of his mouth upturned into a smile that showcased his quirky dimples. You beamed right back at the freckled male, plush lips curved into a grin of your own.

It all seemed trivial, just a friendly collegiate basketball match that your friends Jean and Marco had invited you to free of charge, but it was all the break you needed from your own studies and more.

“Hell yeah I am,” you chuckled in reply, “but you know what’d make it better?”

His doe brown eyes flitted between you and the vibrant box of candy in hand, which was seemingly low in supply after you and him dipped your hands in for a bite a countless number of times.

“A refill on these, yeah?” His claims were just as what you were thinking, earning your brief nod of agreement. Marco subtly shook the snackbox within his hold, the spare pieces left beginning to rattle around with the motion.

“You read my mind, Coco,” you grinned, rising up from your reserved seat with spare cash stuffed into your back pocket. “I’ll be right back, ‘aight?” He sends you a brief smile in compliance.

“Get the sour patch this time!”

“You got sour patch money..?”

He pursed his lips momentarily, unsure as to whether you had been joking or not. “M’just messing ‘round with you, Coco,” you snickered with a teasing grin, slipping a hand into your pocket to retrieve the few bucks. “It’s on me.” Was all you said before making your way through the crowded stands, descending down stair after stair.

“It’s only the first game of the season, and our pride and joy, the Stohess Scouts, are already dominating tonight’s guest competitors!” the commentator boomed through the mic, their voice adding onto the various noises that filled the gymnasium. “We’re calling for a halftime, but let’s keep our fingers crossed that Kirschtein can pull through with a fair amount of two-pointers by the upcoming final quarter—“

The mentioned name of your close friend makes you beam with pride, content that your Jeanie was the star of the show. You set eyes on the brunette from where you stood, who was now making his way to the sidelines for a desperately needed and duly earned swig of water, his light brown hair in a disarray of stray strands fraying out from underneath the simple hairband you’d given him a while back.

You eagerly began to flit down the stands to reach him, striding past the poor row of benched players, from the injured to the water boy.

Jean eventually takes notice of your arrival and instantly beams, subtle puffs of air leaving his agape lips after all the running and dribbling and such that came with game day.

The first thing you do is taunt upon your arrival,“Y’all had better win, Jeanie.”

As always, Jean only smirks. “You doubting that I won’t bring that trophy home, Pookie?” you playfully grimaced and let out a stifled laugh over the somewhat embarrassing nickname— one that you made up when the pair of you were seven, and it's the same one that he’s been holding onto for all these years, even at nineteen.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said you aren’t lookin’ pretty damn promising out there,” your reply is genuine, the soft grin that you display causing Jean to display one of his own. It was an affable, never ending cycle— you’d tease and he’d do it right back, until the both of you would laugh over it and depart with a brief smile.

“M’getting snacks, I’ll be back before the breaktime ends, okay?” Kirschtein briefly nods in compliance, sending a few adjusting tugs to the white basketball sleeve hugging his bicep before departing with the sharp squeak of his shoes sprinting against the court floor.

Once again, you find yourself strolling past every individual seated on the benches. You’re speed-walking alongside them, anticipating to retrieve a couple snacks for you and Marco, until something— Someone catches your eye.

It was brisk and almost too sudden, but flashes of green meet your line of vision. You managed to make out the blur of thick brows, long dark hair having been thrown into the messiest attempted bun, a modest, charming smile, and a pair of turquoise irises that seemingly peered into your own with an intensity that made you take it personal. Yet, you hardly even caught a good glimpse of their face, whoever they were.

You passed by said person a good thirty seconds ago, already pushing your way past the double doors and over to the vending machines stationed along the semi-populated hallway, but that striking gaze was still heavily implanted within your mind.

Hazy green-grey eyes, you recalled, accompanied with them shooting you the briefest grin just as you whisked by. Though, as recent as it was, that was all in the past now.

You glance around to see a decent handful of people here to buy food of their own, being perched at other vending machines. The snack-wielding contrivance before you isn't drawing much attention and doesn’t have an awaiting crowd standing around for a bag of potato chips, so you withdraw the dollars from your back pocket and attempt to straighten them out a bit before inserting them into the slot.

“Wow,”

This sudden breathy gasp from a “random whoever” is something that you take notice of, but it isn’t enough to rip your attention away from your scavenge for Marco’s sour patch. To their dismay, you do nothing but continue with what you came to do. In your opinion, whoever that was had been getting a bit too close for comfort..

Albeit the evident way you choose to ignore, another whistle resounds, along with an unpleasantly suggestive hum. It sounds somewhat louder, and it seems much closer than before. You can’t help but tear your gaze away from slot E7 and look up, since it seems so directed towards you.

You've hardly turned around before being met with the abrupt presence of a stranger uninvitingly looming beside you, the man’s beaming grin seeming sickeningly sweet. Almost too approachable.

“Oh, I’m sorry to pop up out of the blue,” his apologies come out within a chuckle, and as inviting as he attempts to seem, your brows only furrow. “—but you really caught my attention!” He was greatly unfamiliar to you, some white male around your age with shaggy auburn hair and chestnut colored eyes in contrast. Despite his subtle charm, you weren't growing a liking to him and his stupid little smile.

“Oh,” You muse with a dull hum, pursing your glossed lips before releasing them with a slight pop, “Did I really?” His nod is too enthusiastic, and you hardly try to cover up the mug-like expression that overtook your features, eyes grazing across his plain face uninterestedly. You promptly slide the dollars right back into your pocket, “Nice to know. Can you mind your own now?”

“Wait! I'm not meaning to be a bother, but.. I don’t see girls like you around much..” You're instantly encased with a shiver of deep cringe, one that annoyingly scurries up your spine and makes your lip twitch into a vexed glower.

You emitted the most exaggerated huff, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, all the while glancing at the sheen glass of the vending machine to see your own reflection. It was plastered all across your face, yet this dense-ass man still couldn't get it; you were pissed-off.

Great. You internally groan, Another snow roach who thinks I’m exotic.

“I really appreciate how different you look,” Was he really still rambling on, despite knowing damn well that you were growing uncomfortable? Or maybe, he was just an utter dumbass and couldn't take the painfully obvious hints.

“You wanna know what I’d appreciate, hm?” You say sharply, taking a swift inhale through your nose, “If you left me alone.”

Your smooth, placid voice was the first thing that Eren heard when he trotted into the hallway, that of which sounded dulcet and intriguingly accentuated, but more annoyed than anything else. He turns the corner and is met with the sight of a bastard that looked too smug for his own good, and a girl, such a pretty girl, whose melanated skin even found a way to gleam under the shitty fluorescent school lights.

It then clicks in Eren’s mind, briefly but distinctively. You were the person who'd strolled by the bench that he was sitting on earlier. You were also the same one who did a double take upon seeing him, glancing once— No, twice, with those captivating eyes of yours. He remembered the way his leg started to bop along the floor with a newfound excitement that he just couldn't place. Though, more than anything else, Eren recalled that he did the exact same; hold his gaze and grin at the sight of you.

“Ah, but you can spare me a minute more, can’t you?” You respond with the swift roll of your eyes, eliciting an exasperated groan, “Nigga, I said bye.” Eren’s thick, neat brows falter into a furrowed position, looking upon the scenario that was being splayed out before him, which everyone else in that hall was seemingly content with ignoring. It couldn't have only been him that saw that this bastard was relentlessly bothering you, could it?

“Woah, no need to get aggressive,” Eren’s expression contorts into a grimace upon hearing every little word, the tips of his ears red with brewing rage. Despite his matured will to control his daily outburst of emotions, it was safe to say that he'd never exactly gotten past his trial of anger issues since he was a kid.

“Listen, this is my nice way of tellin’ you to fuck off, but I can get aggressive if you want.” Your offer sounds downright threatening, “Do you really want that?”

You’re snappy and direct, and Eren can't deny that he likes that. Though, as much as he's growing fond of your strong will and defensiveness, he knows he can't stand idly by all day, he just can't. Besides, everyone knew well— It was practically Eren Jaeger’s forte to intervene.

The green eyed male eventually begins to make his way towards the scene in the form of subtle limps, being cautious of his ankle sprain as he grows closer, which was the reasoning behind him being benched in the first place.

You were much too preoccupied with that cheeky, unrelenting bastard to notice the way that Eren was gradually coming over, anyway. What could he say? He was a fan of the element of surprise.

You halt in the middle of your opposing rant, growing aware of another’s emerging presence. You're yet again bombarded with somebody else making their way beside you with an act of stealth that you were unknowingly soon to be thankful of.

Before you get the chance to merely peer in their direction, tall, a long haired male clad in the black and grey Stohess basketball uniform is towering alongside you, his toned, burly arm slinking around your shoulder.

This sudden proximity leaves your head spinning in the best way possible, and how could it not? You don’t know a single thing about this alluring stranger, but he’s close, so close, and it gets your heart and mind racing miles in a minute. You were subtly, but instantly enraptured once the weight of his arm rests comfortably upon you.

Eren doesn’t pay the confused male not one glance, but instead tends to you and your own state of delighted shock. “Play it cool, alright? I wanna help.” Your breath instinctively hitches once he leans down to ease out his whispered plan into your ear, flashing you a consoling half smile.

You return a brief nod before dragging your eyes along the male’s face, which looks so much better up close. Your interpretation of his image was more literal and precise than you thought to be; The dark, long tresses that had been pulled back with the aid of a thin elastic scrunchie, his expressively thick brows, pink lips that upturned into a supportive smirk, and those sea-green eyes that left you feeling weak right in the knees.

Albeit Eren’s prior grin, he eventually turns his attention towards the unrelenting man for a second or two. In that moment, his expression speedily grew all the more intense, practically sharper than before, and contorted into something of a scowl. Although, you can tell he’s trying so hard to channel his temper and mask away his revulsion.

“I’ve been, ah.. waiting for you to come back to your seat!” Eren begins to improvise, flashing you a subtle gleam that made it seem as though the pair of you were familiar with each other. “S’been a while since then."

He purses his lips within a pause, nimble fingers draping along your shoulder before shooting you a reassuring squeeze, "Is it ‘cause this bastard is keeping you occupied? He’s bothering you, isn't he?”

You're damn near close to stammering over the words that were bound to leave your mouth. Though, it doesn't take much for you to regain yourself. Your lips fall slightly agape all the while you briskly dragged your line of vision along his charming features, but your response follows after in a quick manner. It was just that you couldn't help how his unnerving gaze left you mesmerized.

“—Yes. Yes he is.” You hum, accompanying the claim with your hands crossing over your chest as you leaned into his grasp, in an attempt to appear convincing. Your confession sounded assured and stern, which was the complete opposite of how girls would act around him.

Eren knew well of the doting effect that he had on females— It was hard to forget when he’d merely ask for a spare pencil and wind up with an unasked phone number in return. Though, he admired the way you saw him as any other person and played along so well.

The brown-haired male scornfully laughs, and just the sound of him leaves you feeling uncomfy, “Whaddya' mean? We were just having a small chat, isn't that right?” Your contorted expression is full-fledged disrespectful, and Eren has to stifle his chuckle over your unsmiling glare and scrunched up nose. Damn, were you entertaining.

“Small chat, huh? Well, it was real one sided..” You voice out an irked murmur, “You're over exaggerating, you just haven’t warmed up to me yet—”

“If I didn’t know any better,” Eren makes a very much intended interruption, “I’d say that she doesn’t want to mingle with a sorry bastard that should leave her alone already.” You note at the subtle flex of Eren’s clenching jaw, signifying the way his already weary patience was running rather thin.

“Bastard—? Wait, who even are you?”

“Who am I, huh?” scoffs the green eyed male alongside you, a twinge of drawled hesitance in his voice. Eren pauses momentarily, only now beginning to realize that his little hero act wasn’t as planned out as he thought to be.

What could he say that would be persuasive enough to get this sorry fucker to leave you alone other than throwing fists unnecessarily? Jaeger’s emerald-hued eyes eventually light up in the dawn of an idea. One that he’s somewhat unsure of, but it’s much better than nothing.

Besides, this plan of his had been set in stone by the very moment he had draped his bare arm around you and shot you that all-too-suggestive smile, so he might as well finish what he started.

Eren’s touch trails downwards swiftly, spreading riveting tingles from your shoulder down to your forearm, then along your wrist, and even past there. His hand is now encasing the left side of your hip as his lithe fingers press into the curve of your supple waist. He takes a light inhale, giving you a light squeeze with his large palm, as though signaling for you to brace yourself over what he was bound to say.

“—I'm her boyfriend.”

—𝑭𝑰𝑵.

[mammons-sugarbaby]

The bros reading MC’s diary Part II: Romantic!

Lucifer ⦁ He'd started giving MC piano lessons after their RAD classes, they'd requested it and he wasn't going to pass up a chance to show off his talents. ⦁ After MC leaves he notices they forgot their things, namely a few schoolbooks and notebooks ⦁ He also notices when he gathers them up that one notebook seems different than the others and opens it to see what it is ⦁ It's a daily journal of their time in the devildom ⦁ He flips through a few more pages and lands on a page that, to his surprise, is about him ⦁ He goes to the beginning and sees where it becomes less about general happenings and more about him

Diary Content ⦁ "Lucifer agreed to teach me how to play the piano! I've already been practicing a little so he would be impressed at how quickly I learned. I feel bad for lying but... It's a chance to be close to him, to get him to notice me. Sometimes it's hard to concentrate with him right next to me, and when our hands brush against each other...It take everything in me to keep my composure!"

⦁ "I'm so excited! Lucifer is taking me to Restaurant Six tomorrow! He says it's to reward me for my hard work, both for my RAD classes, and how well I've done in our piano lessons! My heart was beating so fast when he asked if I would like to go. I'm going to go shopping later for an outfit to wear, it has to be something special! I know it's just a treat but....I'm just going to pretend we're on a date."

⦁ "I'm so embarrassed! I was waiting for Lucifer in the music room and I started daydreaming about us sitting next to each other. Lucifer turned to me and our eyes met and I confessed my feelings and....then he leaned in and kissed me! So I was shocked when Lucifer was right in front of me suddenly asking if I was okay. For a second I thought the kiss had actually happened...But he just said we had better start lessons...and I was too nervous through the whole thing I kept messing up...I think I irritated him because he said that I I obviously wasn't able to pay attention and that continuing would be a waste of time..."

His Reaction ⦁ He had been surprised at how quickly MC had learned and suspected they knew more than they let on, and though he wanted to be mad or disappointed about the lying, he was actually impressed with the lengths they went to get his attention. He made a mental note to be more....attentive during their next lesson.

⦁ Lucifer recalled his shock at how well MC had dressed for the occasion, he hadn't expected them to go all out. At the time he felt a little guilty for not putting more effort in his attire, but seeing how MC stared at him and how they blushed when he looked at them or complimented them, he doubted they cared. He would ask them again when he had some free time, this time he would specify that this time was more of a...romantic occasion.

⦁ He recalled that day well, he had entered the music room and saw MC staring at nothing, a hint of a blush on their face. It had taken a few moments for him to get their attention, and now their reaction when they snapped out of it made sense. He felt bad now because he had snapped at them, but he would make it up to them in the future. He looked forward to teasing them, and....he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about kissing them at times.

Mammon ⦁ He was looking through MC's stuff to sell for quick grim ⦁ Finds an intricate looking book, it's looks expensive ⦁ He opens it and notices its a scrapbook ⦁ He soon realizes that there a lot of cut outs and pictures of him ⦁ And there are full pages of writing ⦁ Of course he's going to read about what they have to say about him, The Great Mammon!

Diary Content ⦁ "Managed to sneak in another magazine that featured Mammon without anyone noticing, I'd be so embarrassed if anyone found this book. I feel like a kid with a crush drawing hearts all over everything but...it's fun, and it's not like anyone is actually going to see. I'm almost embarrassed at all the times I've written about confessing to him."

⦁ "He makes my heart stop sometimes I swear, every time he looks at me, my mouth goes dry and I feel like I can't breath for a minute. He's just so damn hot. And he's funny too! And even when he's hyped up about another plan to make quick grim, even if it makes absolutely no damn sense, I can't help but nod along and want his plan to succeed."

⦁ "I know it's dumb but I just want to march over to him one day and demand to know how he feels about me. Sometimes he acts all flustered around me and his face looks like he's blushing, but then he says something that dismisses everything and just...crushes me a little. Today we were hanging out and one of his brothers teased him about being around me all the time and he told them it wasn't like he wanted to, he was just helping me with classwork. Which he was, and poorly at that, but it hurt a lot, I had to get out of there before he saw me cry. He apologized later but....he just gives off such mixed signals...I wish he'd just say how he actually felt."

His Reaction ⦁ He's floored, he had absolutely no idea they felt this way. At most he just thought they were a fan of his. But they were right, they had written what seemed like a hundred different ways of confessing their feelings to him. He felt his get hotter and hotter with each page he read.

⦁ He had just figured MC was kinda shy and was supportive towards everyone. He even thought they were fake laughing at his dumb jokes to make him feel better, especially since everyone usually groaned and said his joke was stupid. But the fact that they actually found him attractive and funny? He wanted to run to MC and wrap them in a bear hug.

⦁ Mammon hadn't realized he'd been hurting MC all this time, making them feel like he was stringing them along. He just got so embarrassed and didn't want anyone know how he felt about MC. He already got so much shit from his brothers, teasing him about falling for the human wasn't appealing. But he'd take their teasing over continuing to hurt MC this way. He couldn't bring himself to admit his feelings outright, but he wouldn't deny them anymore. 

Levi ⦁ He'd gone into MC's room to retrieve some games and manga he'd lent them ⦁ He saw a pile of books near a neat stack of games and assumed they'd left it on their desk for him. ⦁ It wasn't until he got back to his room and was organizing them that he realized he grabbed a book that wasn't his. ⦁ He opened it then quickly shut it after realizing it was their diary. ⦁ He argued with himself to read or not to read, but he saw his name! ⦁ Deciding, he opened the diary again, he just had to know what they were writing about him

Diary Content ⦁ "Hung out with Levi in his room today. He was watching a new show, as usual, and I asked if I could join him. He said sure, but there wasn't a whole lot of space to sit, so I tried clearing away a few things so I could sit beside him without being too close. But I guess I was still nervous being so close to him because I kept fidgeting and bouncing my legs. Eventually he got annoyed and grabbed my legs and put them in his lap!! I was so shocked my brain felt like it short circuited."

⦁ "While I was playing co-op mode with Levi tonight, he got in a rough spot and I ended up saving him. You would have thought I'd saved his actual life! He threw his arms around me and told me I was the best player-2 ever!! My heart was pounding, he usually wasn't so...hands on? I'm probably weird for thinking about it, but I imagined him kissing my cheek."

⦁ "Every day I feel like it gets harder and harder to be around Levi, I get so....tongue tied! And my heart feels like its beating a thousand times a minute! My face gets so hot and i feel like I can't even look at him or I'll confess on the spot! I haven't been hanging out with him as much because....I really like him but I'm sure that he'd think having a 'normie' crush on him would be lame and gross. And he seems so down lately I just want to cheer him up and see him smile again! Maybe I can give him head pats to cheer him up? It would give me an excuse to touch him at least..."

His Reaction ⦁ He remembered that night, mainly because when he had realized what he'd done, he got so embarrassed. MC had been really quiet and would barely look at him, of course they'd be disgusted by a gross otaku like him...

⦁ His brain had to take a moment to process the last sentence. They wanted him to....KISS them??? He hadn't thought about it when he had hugged them because he was so happy, but afterwards he couldn't stop thinking about it, how he wanted to wrap his arms around them again, to hold them..

⦁ So THAT'S why they had been avoiding him!! He thought after the previous two events, they were grossed out by him but....they liked him?? Like liked him?? He honestly couldn't wrap his head around it, he wanted to think it was some trick but....this was MC's diary, why would they lie about something that was only meant for their eyes?? MC liked him....as more that a friend....He couldn't get them out of his head for the rest of the day.

Satan ⦁ MC returned some books he'd lent them ⦁ While putting them away, Satan realized they'd accidentally given him one of their books ⦁ They'd already left though, he opened it to see what the book was about ⦁ It was a thick journal and he realized it was specifically a diary ⦁ And the page he'd opened to was about him ⦁ Intrigued, he sat down and flipped to the first page.

Diary Content ⦁ "Satan offered me a few books today that he enjoyed and suggested we start reading together so we could talk about them. I pointed out he's a much faster reader and he said we could limit it to a few chapters a week. He's so considerate and I really would love to share something like that with him! I know he gets a bad rep for being the avatar of wrath but he's surprisingly gentle most of the time. And I like a lot of the books he reads, so we have that in common. And if there's something I liked but he didn't personally find interesting, he still talks with me about it in detail and lets me be excited. Usually people ould just brush me off because they didn't care."

⦁ "I went to Satan's room earlier to hang out but he was so engrossed in reading I don't think he noticed me come in. I just found a spot to sit and started playing on my d.d.d, but I couldn't help but get distracted by him. I love watching his facial expressions while he reads, if he's around others his face gives nothing away, but when he's alone, or with me, that mask falls. He finally noticed me when I giggled at his shocked expression and seemed embarrassed, but I told him it was something on my phone. I would hate for him to put that mask up around me, I like seeing him openly himself."

⦁ "Today I almost pulled a huge pile of books on myself by accident. I didn't realize when I was trying to get a book from the top shelf that there were books piled on top of it! Luckily Satan was there to catch it before it fell and warned me to be careful. But when he stepped in to stop the books, he'd grabbed my shoulder and pulled me against him, like he was trying to shield me. Then when the books had steadied, he turned me around and asked if I was okay. The look of concern on his face...I can tell he cares about me. I know he didn't mean anything by it, but I swear my heart fluttered for the rest of the evening. I know I liked him before that but...is it cliche to say I think I fell in love? Maybe not that serious but....I definitely have strong feelings for him."

His Reaction ⦁ He was touched at MC's words, he already felt like they were a kindred spirit, but this really made him feel even more drawn to them. He loved being able to talk about a story with them; and realized soon after they had arrived and started reading together that they weren't as fast a reader, which made sense he'd been reading for much longer than they had been alive. He knew how it felt to be dismissed, and even if he didn't find a particular book to his liking, hearing MC's thoughts and feelings on it somehow made him see it in a different light.

⦁ He hadn't realized he let his guard down around MC so much, it almost made him embarrassed to know they had seen him make all sorts of silly faces, but reading that they enjoyed him being comfortable around them made him smile. He did trust them, more than he realized. And it didn't appear that they were aware that they too, made silly faces while reading. But they didn't hide it when they were around everyone else, in fact the only time he'd see them have a blank expression while reading, was when they were reading something erotic. He laughed because when he asked what they were reading to make their face so intense, they immediately turned red and they got embarrassed.

⦁ He remembered that day, how he saw the books teetering on the edge, that sharp worried feeling, and the way they felt against him when he pulled them back. He was able to stop the books from falling, but he was actually prepared to shield them with his body. And seeing their face, wide-eyed and a light blush across their cheeks, he was surprised at the restraint he had; because right then he had wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss them. But he didn't think that they held the same feelings for him and didn't want to make them uncomfortable. But now he knew they felt they same way, and reading about them falling in love, even jokingly, left him smiling for the rest of the day.

Asmo ⦁ He went into MC's room to show off some new beauty products he'd bought ⦁ They weren't in their room, so he texted them, they replied they'd be there shortly ⦁ he takes a seat on their bed and notices a notebook on their nightstand ⦁ He opens it and sees it's their diary ⦁ And more importantly, they're writing about him

Diary Content ⦁ "I almost managed to flirt back at Asmo with a straight face today. Almost. He's too good! Whenever I do manage to flirt back, the next thing he says leaves me a stuttering mess...I know he flirts with everyone so of course he's going to be amazing at it, but I wish I could fluster him at least once! I think he would look really cute being a blushing mess."

⦁ "It's hard not to take him seriously with the things he says sometimes. It's too easy to read into things. I know he's just teasing me and he doesn't mean the things he says, but sometimes....like today, we were sitting next to each other and he just! Put his arms around me! And said I was one of the cutest humans he'd ever seen!! He's seen thousands of humans, I don't see how I could possibly compare. I even said so and he took my face in his hands and had this really serious look on his face. He told me I shouldn't be so critical of myself and he knows cute when he sees cute! Then he told me we need to have a self care day soon."

⦁ "Asmo!!!! Kissed my cheek!!! Then whispered in my ear!!! All he said was "See you later~" but!!! I swear I couldn't speak for a solid 10 minutes. I sat there and daydreamed about kissing him back, and wrapping my arms around him, and holding hands, and going on cute dates, and all that during class! I missed everything!! And there's a test coming up.....The boy is going to be the death of me, especially if I fail this test and Lucifer finds out....Still...as pathetic as it might be to actually have a crush on the avatar of lust, knowing full well he doesn't feel the same way, it's just how he acts...I might just tell him how I feel so he can shoot me down and I can get over this silly little crush."

His Reaction ⦁ He loved when MC tried to flirt with him, loved seeing their face and seeing them try so hard to act unphased. There was a time or two when they actually had said something that caught him off-guard and made him blush, but he's well practiced at  hiding his feelings. 

⦁ He remembered that day! MC was wearing such a cute outfit and looked absolutely stunning, he couldn't help himself! And then when they put themself down it made his stomach drop. He couldn't believe they actually tried to compare themself. He wanted to go on a who lecture about how everyone has something about them that shines and they shouldn't compare themself, but them again he technically compared them to all the other humans he'd seen....He still meant what he said though, yes physically they were cute, but they sounded cute, acted cute, just....everything about them he found endearing. Even when they were angry, or sad, he thought the were one of the most attractive beings he'd laid eyes on. It threw him off when he thought about it too much, so he did what he did best and deflected, and pushed those thoughts and feelings down. But he couldn't just let them continue to think that they couldn't compare! So he suggested a self care day to try and lift their spirits.

⦁ Oh honey....he wasn't joking. More and more he found himself being serious when he flirted and asked after them. After a while he realized he was pursuing them, it was shocking because usually he was the one being pursued. He had figured MC had developed a crush on him, who wouldn't?? But it made him feel strange because he reciprocated their feelings. He started to plan to ask them on a date under the guise of studying, since they were...distracted during class. He didn't want them to get punished if the failed a test. Lucifer would blame him and tell him he wasn't allowed MC. He wouldn't follow the rules of course, but it would be a pain to try and sneak around to see MC. His thoughts wandered and he imagined kissing MC, something he'd done plenty of times before, but this time it made him blush and he felt giddy and nervous.

Beel ⦁ To be fair, MC told him he could borrow their study notes, but didn't tell him where in their room they left the notebook ⦁ He sees what he assumes is the notebook on their bed and grabs it and heads to his room ⦁ Once he gets settled, he opens it and reads half the page before it clicks that these are definitely not study notes ⦁ This is their diary, and they were writing about him ⦁ He shuts it so fast, super embarrassed, but he can't stop thinking about what he'd read ⦁ Guilty, he opens it to read more

Diary Content ⦁ "Beel asked today if I wanted to go with him to Hell’s Kitchen, he heard they had one of my favorite foods back in stock. I was surprised and asked him how he knew it was one of my favorites, I had only eaten it twice. He told me he notices how my face changes when I eat something I particularly like, and how I make a little humming noise. I was really embarrassed and it made me a little self conscious, so I told him I'd get back to him about it. I hated seeing his face fall...Then he apologized and said he'd see me later, which made me feel even worse!! I just... the thought of someone paying that much attention to me, to notice what I like and how I act when something makes me happy...I'm not used to it. Of course I found him later and asked him if his offer still stood and I swear his smile made me forget for a moment that there wasn't a sun in the devildom."

⦁ "I failed a test today!!! Lucifer is going to kill me...I told Beel about it and he asked if I would be okay if he helped me study. I told him I would be so grateful! I was so happy I hugged him without thinking and I swear I saw him blushing, I mean I was too but then he told me I could always come to him if I ever needed anything. I swear my heart jumped in my throat. He's always looking out for me, I know he's nice to everyone but....he always makes me feel like I'm special to him. I'm probably looking into it way too much but I might have a small crush on him. Not that he feels the same way, and I'm okay with that, but it's nice to know I have someone I can always count on."

⦁ "I want a black hole to open and swallow me!!! I'm going to hide in my room until I go back home I'm so embarrassed!! I was eating lunch with Beel and I was eating a  jelly pastry and he noticed I had some on the corner of my mouth so he asked me to hold still for a second, and wiped it off with his thumb then licked it! I just...couldn't stop staring at him and his mouth....He thought I wanted some of the food he was eating so he offered to let me have some, then held it out for me to take a bite. Then!! Asmo walked by and said how we were so cute together, feeding each other and acting like a cute couple! Beel was confused and told him we weren't dating, and Asmo looked surprised and told him that I had a crush so he thought I had asked him out. I haven't been answering my phone and I've been hiding out at Purgatory Hall for a few hours now. I don't think I can face Beel after this...."

His Reaction ⦁ Beel had seen Hell’s Kitchen had a dish that MC really enjoyed back in stock for a limited time, so he wanted to surprise MC. He thought he'd made them uncomfortable, in a way he kind of did but for a different reason. Maybe it was because food was his thing so he noticed how others reacted when they ate foods they did or didn't like. So he was really surprised when they found him later and apologized and asked him if he still wanted to go. At the time it made him really happy, even more so now. He felt his cheeks flush at the last sentence, did MC really feel that way?

⦁ He had seen how distraught MC was that day and when they told him what had happened, he offered to help. He usually got good grades and didn't think anything of it, but when they threw their arms around him out of the blue, and how happy they were, he got a little embarrassed. They just looked so cute and he found himself wanting to see them more so he told them they could come to him for anything. In a way they were really special to him, and he too liked them in more that just a friendly way. He felt really happy though, that they trusted him so much.

⦁ Things had gone back to normal since that day, mostly anyway. By the time dinner came around and MC still wasn't home, he went out and looked for them. Luckily when he texted Simeon and Luke, Simeon replied that they were at Purgatory Hall baking with Luke. He still wasn't sure how he felt at the time, since learning that MC also had feelings for him, but he didn't want to make things awkward so he asked if Belphie could go for him and bring them home. He replayed the events of the day over in his head, but this time from MC's point of view and how he would have felt had they acted as he had... He didn't want to make things awkward again since things had mostly gone back to normal but he also didn't just want to ignore the fact that they both had mutual feelings for each other.

Belphie ⦁ MC texts him asking if he could bring their notebooks they forgot ⦁ They were supposed to have a study session in the planetarium but MC had forgotten their things in the attic ⦁ He opens one of the notebooks to quickly scan over the notes they were supposed to study ⦁ These are not school related ⦁ This is their diary, and what’s more, there's a lot about him in it ⦁ His eyebrows furrowed and he settled in to read what MC had to say about him.

Diary Content ⦁ " Beel asked me today if I was mad at Belphie, if we had a fight. I was confused and told him no and asked why. He explained that he noticed when I would see Belphie, I'd usually try and leave the room, or I'd avoid trying to look at him again. I hadn't realized I'd been so obvious about it, but I couldn't explain the reason why to him. He told me Belphie was starting to get depressed, and mentioned that I might have had a change of heart due to the incident. I told him that wasn't the case at all! This is a mess....I'll either have to get over myself or tell Belphie the truth...It's not fair to him I'm acting like this."

⦁ "Belphie's noticed I haven't been coming over for naps as often, I always tell him I've got stuff going on. I used to be fine with cuddling for naps, was totally okay with waking up and having his arm slung over me. I don't know when it changed but I started feeling shy, I was less comfortable with him touching me. Not in a bad way! Just....I got hyper aware anytime he touched me, my heart would start pounding. And in the cases that I couldn't come up with a good reason to say no to a nap, I kept as much distance as I could. Saying I felt too hot to be all wrapped up has been a good excuse so far, and it's not a lie."

⦁ " Ugh! Everytime I try to talk to Belphie about why I've been acting so weird, one of his brothers comes around! Or Simeon...or Solomon...or Luke...It's like now that I'm trying to confess, everyone can sense something is about to go down! I just...want to tell him that I like him as more than a friend and if he can just bear with me so I can get over it, I mean he obviously doesn't feel the same and I don't want to make things more awkward and lose my best friend. Part of me wants Belphie to like me back, as more than a friend, but the other part knows that'll never happen and I need to just get over it."

His Reaction ⦁ At one point he barely spoke to MC aside from meals and in passing, they either didn't reply to his texts, or they took forever. He thought maybe they had finally come to their senses and realized that they actually hated him, and for good reason. Even though he knew they had every right, it still made him feel depressed and lonely, angry even sometimes; and one day he'd vented to Beel. While it irritated him that his twin had told MC, he was relieved to read that MC's behavior wasn't in relation to the incident. But now he was curious about what it WAS about.

⦁ He had noticed MC had been avoiding him in a sense, and at the time he wasn't sure what he'd done. But in the times that they had stayed over for a nap, they would practically be hanging off the edge of the bed, or as far from him as they could get. They told him they were hot, which given the red face and sweating, he believed. He had actually planned to get a fan and a mini air conditioner so they would be more comfortable, he still planned to, but now he had a different reason in mind.

⦁ Belphie remembered the various times MC would ask to talk with him, only to change their mind whenever someone else was around. He was actually going to ask them to meet him at the planetarium tonight and demand to know what was going on. But his brain stopped working when he read MC liked him. Like liked him. He laughed because he was doing the same thing, but he was much better at hiding his feelings. He'd had centuries to master it after all. He was tempted to let MC go through all the embarrassment of a confession after what they'd put him through lately, but right now all he wanted to do was find them and wrap his arms around them and tell them how dumb they were for crushing on a demon. A demon who was just as dumb for having a crush on a human.