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bee-can-art · 1 year ago

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It's taken me two weeks but I finally finished all of my qsmp egg human designs!!!

I have a lot to say about the design choices I made, so I'll put those under the read more if you want to hear my headcanons!!

• Click for better quality (17/07/2023)

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Some general headcanons:

• In order of shortest to tallest it goes: Bobby, Richalyson, Gegg, Tallulah, Tilín, Trump, JuanaFlippa, Pomme, Chayanne, Leonarda, Ramón, and Dapper.

• All of the eggs when found were wearing the same white vest/t-shirt and black shorts combination; along with their unique accessories. Any clothes that they're currently wearing, were gifted to them by the player characters.

• All of the eggs are the same age, and are all related (pretty sure that's canon tho).

• The eggs take on physical features from their parents, as an survival instinct. This includes basics such as hair and eye colour. But also includes things such as height and hair type.

• Eggs who's parents are avian/have bird-like features (such as wings), will adapt to have the same wing type as them. This also applies to other eggs, who are taken care of by avian players (see: Tallulah has dragon wings, but is growing black and golden feathers on them).

• The lower half of the eggs are dragon-esque; with scaley legs and clawed feet. The colour of their scales and number of toes that they posses are fixed and cannot be changed. Their ears and horn are a unique shape and colour, depending on the egg. The horns will continue to grow into adulthood.

They also have more naturally sharpened nails (like claws (but not sharp enough to hurt)).

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Tallulah

• Wears one of Wilbur's yellow sweaters, the sleeves often hanging over her hands. The red dress she wears is actually meant to be a pinafor, which is a staple part of a primary school uniform, here in the UK. They're most commonly grey, which I originally coloured it but it didn't look right, so I changed it.

• Has a freckle under her right eye (to her) that matches Wilbur, but also has a reverse freckle pattern of Quackity (I'm a tntduo-er (sue me)).

• Due to being cared for by Phil, she has begun growing small, black feathers on her wings. She also has a few golden ones, which started appering whilst trying to get Quackity to confess to Wilbur.

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Chayanne

• Takes after Phil the most, due to Missa's absence. This includes his wings becoming feathered crow ones, growing feathers on his face and tail, and has a hair and an eye colour to match Phil's. He also has a matching mole.

• Sometimes wears a helmet made from a large eggshell, painted to look like a skull (a nod to Missa and the fact that the eggs are... well, eggs). The skull on his t-shirt is also a nod to Missa (but he defo got it from Phil).

• His duck floaty has been replaced by a yellow hoodie, tied around his waist.

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Tilín

• Remember how I said that the clothes they wear were given to them by their parents? I like the idea (and think it's very in-character for him) that Quackity basically said, "I don't have any clothes for you, so just wear this until I find some", giving Tilín one of his jackets, and then they Tilín passed away before he could get him something else.

• He and Tallulah are the same height (again, I'm a tntduo-er (yes I am aware that Tilín's other parent has been confirmed to be Luzu, but this is my post so SHUSH). Also, similar to Tallulah, they have the same freckle pattern as Quackity, and an opposite placed freckle (under their left eye) to Wilbur.

• Has golden wings and feathers on face. Doesn't has a tail, due to low placement of their wings.

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JunaFlippa

• Wears one of Slime's white t-shirts with the three red hearts. Also owns a pair of Mariana's red gloves (not included in the drawing).

• Her wings have small holes in them, due to going to hell and coming back again.

• Gun.

• Her hair colour is closest to Slimecicle's, but it's unknown why her eyes are green (not brown like Mariana or blue like Slime).

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Bobby

• The smallest of all the eggs.

• From Jaiden he has her wings, bang and hair sprout pattern and colour. From Roier he has his multiple eyes (bc spider), eye colour, and wears one of his bandanas like him.

(I forgot to include the paint stains on his clothes, but he has those too).

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Leonarda

• Has small, rainbow mushrooms growing from their horns.

• From Foolish she has wings of gold (yes, you heard me. Leo's wings aren't like Tilín's with golden feathers, but are literally made from gold (yes she can still fly with them)). From Vegetta they have his hair and eye colour.

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Trump

• Was given one of Dan's turtlenecks and jackets, which were never replaced because, 1) Dan went "missing", 2) he [Trump] died before getting anything else.

(On another note, it was so wild for me to draw that jacket. I used to be a HUGE DanTDM fan, and the last time I drew fanart relating to him was in 2016/17)).

• Took after Maxo in hair and eye colour.

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Dapper

• The tallest egg (bc qBBH is one tall motherfucker). • Obviously, all of his features come from BBH, including the shape of his horns and the shape of his tail.

(if you were to put Dapper and BBH next to each other, Dapper would literally just look like a tiny BBH).

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Pomme

• Her beret isn't all black like her egg model, but looks like a red apple.

• Has split-coloured scales (one side blue, the other red) to match the placement of the markings on her egg model.

• Has golden duck wings to match Baghera. I went back and forth on whether to give her those or the butterfly wings she wears in-game. But I like the idea that those are more simialr to those fancy-dress type ones you can buy.

• The bottom of her dress has an apple stiched onto it.

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Ramón

• Second tallest egg.

• Yes he has hair under the hat (I haven't made him bald, don't worry). The hat itself is a nod to Spreen, who is his other parent but hasn't logged on in a while. His general outfit is also mean to have belonged to Spreen, as his Minecraft skin is just a bear in Steve's clothes.

I changed the pants, and added a white shirt and monocle because I like the idea that he's a bit of a fancy boy.

• The moustache on his egg model is represented in his hair, which you can see sticking out from under the hat (bc, like Chayanne, I had no idea how to get it to work in a logical sense).

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Richarlyson

• The second shortest egg.

• I'll be completely honest, I have no idea where the prosthetic leg headcanon came from for him, but I liked it so I included it. The leg I gave him is a running blade, as he is a fairly active kid.

• His hair covers his eyes, but underneath they are brown.

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Gegg

(Yes I'm including Gegg, shush)

• His whole body is green goop. This is how qSlime would also look, but it's easier for him to have his skin appear human, when at his "correct" size. When he [Slime] becomes over emotional/damged, his skin becomes more slime like.

Gegg is qSlime's way of coping with both his own daughter's loss and also his own self image. Because of this, he is always in a state of hurt, and this is refelected in Gegg's physical appearance.

• Has sticks sticking out of him, as well as visible bones, rocks, and other debris within his body. They get stuck in his him, in moments where he has a hard time controling the stickiness/consistency of his body.

• Doesn't have horns, wings, or a tail like the other eggs. Instead, he wears a pair of green, fancy-dress, dragon wings. It's obvious to other players/eggs- because they're on the outside of his clothes- but no points it out.

• Jorts.

• His t-shirt says "gegg" upside down, because he wrote it on himself, whilst wearing the shirt.

• No nose. His eyes also hover inconsistently over where his hair should cover them. His glasses are also just qSlime's.

• Gegg for president.

Here's the full lineup, for anyone who read alllll of that :D

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ghoulish-art-tendencies · 6 months ago

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okay guys were not talking enough about what tf are dnp wearing because im actually lost on dans. dans looks like some sort of sweater? but i am almost positive phil is wearing something very similar the gold pig shirt BECAUSE if you look at the collar it has that slight stitching on the edge of it, along with the same shiny texture/folding of it.

the only issue is that phils shirt is long sleeve and the golden pig shirt is not, and as far as i remember phils not worn a shirt like this before?

ideas? thoughts?

#phagenda #dan and phil #phan #dnp #phil lester #dan howell #amazingphil #daniel howell #dapg

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eliotquillon · 1 month ago

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would you be kind enough to give us some chameron spoilers for your time loop fic?

(sorry i’ll never stop pulling out this screenshot from my original rough draft outline)

so full disclaimer that one of the reasons why it’s taking me so bloody long to update/get stuff written is because chameron are giving me PROBLEMS!!! which is very fitting i suppose. the vision is that the fic ends not with chase and cameron ‘officially’ together, but with the understanding that things will be heading in that direction if cameron doesn’t immediately fall back into her old pre-loop habits — i am very, very fond of the way they get together in canon in the s3 finale, so it will be pretty similar to that in some ways. i am just having a little trouble getting them to that point. but as for a rough outline:

cameron sleeps with chase again pretty early in the loop - so far it’s looking like this’ll happen in chapter 4, but i might switch things around a bit and stick it at the end of ch3 instead - but this is mostly as another last ditch attempt to fix the loop. this, duh, is not going to work. (also, apologies to anyone expecting smut from me: this will be fade to black soz. this fic is consuming my life as it is without me having to teach myself how to write passable hetero smut for the first time LMAO.) things are going to be ROUGH for a little while after that — remember their screaming match in chapter 2? yeah there’ll more where that came from because cameron is going to be playing the most admirable game of emotional hide and seek you’ve ever seen. but the setup of the loop does, (un)fortunately, make chase one of the best people for cameron to confide in: he is already concerned about her from the moment she walks in. he already knows something is up. he’s willing to distract foreman and house to get her alone and see if she’s okay. obviously he’s still thinking in terms of meth aftermath, but he’s also perceptive enough to realise that something is still up with her even when cameron goes through her song-and-dance ‘everything is fine’ routine with him, and that starts to wear her down eventually.

it’s tempting for cameron to confide in chase, because even when she gets more into the groove of things…she’s still in a time loop. she’s still scared. she wants to find a way out. it’s all the same reasons she slept with him on meth. he’s offering her the chance to talk it out every single reset, and then when she does cave and tell him and he immediately BELIEVES HER…cameron freaks. because what the hell! foreman didn’t believe her! neither did wilson! he doesn’t have any memory of telling her he wants to be someone she can confide in all the way back in the second loop, and yet he’s putting his money where his mouth is. and then she has to grapple with the fact that, well…she keeps coming back to him for a reason. she slept with him on meth for a reason. she’s telling him about the loops for a reason. there are a few loops where she does enough prodding and poking to get him to admit that maybe he doesn’t just want things to be a one-off, and then she has to work through that and confront the fact that, well, yeah. maybe he’s onto something. and tbh being in a time loop is great for this because again—she can’t run away. the closer to the end of the loop she gets, the more upset she is that he doesn’t remember what they talked about the day before. that’s really the start of the breaking-free process, tbh. cameron’s actually pretty careful in what she does in the loops compared to, say, phil in groundhog day—she’s permanently paranoid/hopeful that the loop will break tomorrow, and doesn’t want to completely risk ruining the future—but the chase thing is a real crossroads because she has to be vulnerable with the very real risk of it not paying off and then the action maybe sticking if the loop breaks. She’s really normal!!

anyway. they do fumble their way to a happy ending, or at least the possibility of one! it’s slowburn and there’s a lot of repression on cameron’s end (and a fair bit on chase’s) so it’s not PACKED with intense hot moments or whatever, but there will be something for everyone. they do get there in the end.

and bonus extract from ch3:

#asks #time loop fic #house md #allison cameron #robert chase #sorry i dont have anything more specific to say they are actually my biggest headache with this fic LMAO #and i say that with all the love in the world

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kisuminight · 4 months ago

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After c!Dream is reAwakened by c!Niki, he ends up in his default outfit (like Yulia Jue from TOA). But he doesn't end up keeping that into his Syndicate Arc (because he's uncomfortable in it and it's obvious), and he doesn't end up going back to his pre-Staged Finale outfit (the green hoodie). So let's talk about how I'm visualizing his new outfit (and why it throws people off so much).

So pretty much right away, Dream cons c!Techno out of his cape/cloak by saying that he's cold. I'm going to say that Techno was wearing one of his Antarctic-themed cloaks that day, so it is blue.

After introductions, they all end up back in Techno's house, where Dream is offered a chance to change clothes. Now, because of Doomsday planning sessions, c!Philza does have one of Dream's spare hoodies kicking around. They absolutely do not offer it to Dream, because they're kind of worried that it will make him too easily identifiable from a distance.

Dream is offered a chance to change clothes, as being Awakened out in the snow left his current clothes a bit damp. Dream hesitates (he has an internal panic attack and thinks he might have given himself away), and then agrees that he is a bit cold. The Syndicate is also kind of worried about Dream's default appearance having a skirt when, as far as they know, Dream's previous life preferred masculine he/him pronouns (Blades can change pronouns between lives sometimes, but it's rare.

Dream agrees, and they work together to try and find something that is suited for the arctic that Dream seems to like. Surprising Techno, Niki, and Phil, the skirt is not the problem. Dream's main issue with his default outfit (that he absolutely does not tell them) seems to be that it leaves his legs, shoulders and chest uncovered. To this end, he keeps Techno's heavyweight winter cloak even after they've stepped inside the warm cabin, and the first item of new clothes Dream chooses are tall socks.

(Dream is super uncomfortable with his aether lines being visible, and worried about showing a weakness. He's also trying to avoid choosing any bit of clothing that is "too similar" to his previous life, to keep up the pretense that his memory is gone.)

Eventually, the Syndicate manages to get Dream into a calf-length dark blue skirt, the knee-length tall socks, decent snow boots, and one of Techno's white poet blouses (long sleeves, slight vee at the neck, ruffles), and Techno gets his hair into a basic three-strand braid.

The entire time, Dream is trying to act "unlike himself" which means that he defaults to a quieter, timidly friendly version like when he first met Bad with George as his new Driver. There's a lot of places where he visibly goes to say something and just stops (because it would be too telling), but because he doesn't have his mask and didn't control his expression so much around c!Punz and EW!Ranboo, his poker face suffered a lot.

So the Syndicate is getting shy, healer Dream that is anxious about everything and isn't giving his opinions about anything. Techno and Phil have also noticed that he's not popping up any new achievements (Not even "Taking Inventory") and realize that Dream seems to be muted. Dream also clearly wants his aether lines covered, and when a newly Awakened Blade wants something like that, it's because of Procedural Memory. Except Blades only store things in Procedural Memory if they are important to survival.

All-in-all, the Syndicate is reading some very concerning signs off Dream (who is trying his best not to give himself away). It takes a single look for Phil and Techno to convey to each other that while they could offer Dream access to one of their Ender Chests to see if his past life left anything for him, that feels like a bad idea.

Later outfits, for when Niki takes Dream back to her base, are also constructed. Dream goes opposite-of-what-they-knew-me-as, and sticks to long skirts in dark colors, long sleeved blouses, the cloak, and tall socks. Most of the items are white and shades of blue, though one hunter-green skirt (that used to belong to Phil) sneaks it's way in as well. Dream tries to pretend he's not grateful (even though Niki is still feeling it loud and clear and he's not the best at schooling his expression) and there are more Significant Looks.

Honestly, Dream isn't as mentally and emotionally fragile as the Syndicate are assuming (because he kept his memories), but they're not wrong about him still being traumatized from a previous life/lives. Also, this is an excuse for a fluffy arc while we have relationship drama/spy games/the Los Nevadas mess going on with c!Punz, c!Sapnap, and the rest.

Also, I'm not great at drawing myself. But if you've seen Rainystressed247's art showing Cornelius, you should have a decent idea of the vibe I'm going for.

#dsmp #dsmp au #c!dream #c!techno #c!philza #c!niki #the syndicate #DSMP Blade System AU #have you ever seen someone's art and gone #oh wow that's beautiful I have so many new thoughts

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altschmerzes · 1 year ago

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So, i just saw a post that showed a young Phil Dunster (buddyjuststop/729422574417854464/ok-but-consider-vvv-this-is-phil-dunster-when-he) and it got me thinking of your baby jamie au and how you perceive him. What hair styles doe he have, is he still walnut mist? Does he keep it natural, is it short? Does he have head bands?What does he wear? Obvsly,He's not flashy like canon, is he low key teen angst? Does he secretly have a roy shirt? I need your views please.

YEAH IVE SEEN THAT PICTURE it breaks my brain a little bit bc that'd be about ~3-ish years older than jamie is when wriggle up on dry land starts. i had a similar brain-breaking experience when my little cousin's family was in town with his soccer team of 15 year olds and i was sitting there watching them play periodically being struck by like 'oh my gd they're jamie's age in the baby jamie au..... this is nuts'

this is such a fascinating question thank you!! it's interesting bc i often don't like. picture characters much, i skew pretty hard into aphantasia. i can't like. i do not have Images in my head generally. i CAN conjure images but they're extremely brief, often vague, change without my intention, and are very hard to hang onto, even when i'm actively gripping them in both hands. so it's often difficult for me to describe things, or remember to describe things. it's something i've been working on! every bit of visual description in my writing is there bc i worked very hard to make sure there was some there.

THAT SAID. i do have thoughts on this. i think his hair at the moment is its natural colour and about the length it is in season 1! he doesn't do much with it yet, at least not most days, though he's picky about how it looks. a lot of his style is very muted and subdued, the way we saw it get when he went back to manchester - a lot of black and grey and white. this is impacted both by the fact that he lives at home with his father and isn't really in a situation where he can express himself in his personal presentation, and because he's got extremely limited spending money. given that he wears a uniform to school and has a work jacket he wears at work, he doesn't often have a lot of say in what he wears either. lot of hoodies, outside of work and school. Typical Teen Garb.

(he has a tendency towards borrowing things from his kidgang friends. they made fun of him for it a bit at first and then noticed he immediately stopped doing it, and that felt weird and a bit sad, so they simply don't bring it up now. slowly, he started doing it again, and now like. a quarter of his regularly worn shirts and jackets are things that don't actually belong to him.)

one of the main points of individuality and personality he has in the way he dresses and presents himself is his shoes. he's got battered old converse style sneakers that he loves and has doodled all over the rubber strip of - stars, as mentioned in his intro in the fic. and he has brightly coloured shoelaces that he replaces whenever he finds new ones he likes. they're bright neon yellow now. jamie also doesn't have his ears pierced yet. This Will Be A Plot Point In The Future.

(he 1000% secretly has a roy shirt. probably more than one. he's hidden it away somewhere but he won't get rid of it. he chooses not to think too hard about it.)

#gav gab #gav answers #fic: wriggle up on dry land #writing liveblog #THANK YOU FOR ASKING..... I LOVE 2 TALK ABOUT THIS FIC #long post

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sunshineblondiewrites · 1 year ago

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The First of Us - Chapter 2

Death. Death. Death.

Joel Miller x f!reader (no use of y/n)

Series summary: you and your father meet Joel and Tommy 6 years after outbreak day. You join their group trying to make it to the Boston QZ not realizing all that joining would entail. You eventually make it to the QZ but not without suffering many losses. Tommy decides to join the Fireflies and you and Joel are left with your smuggling partner, Tess, when years later you meet a teenage girl that will bring you and Joel across the country, and maybe together.

Chapter summary: You and your father join the Miller brother's and gang and begin to get used to life away from the farm. After a few years together an unfortunate event causes you to lose your father. When the group makes it to the Philadelphia QZ the group splits up and you end up alone with the Miller brothers on the way to Boston.

Warnings: death, outbreak day, friends to lovers, reader has a sister, minor physical descriptions of reader, grieving, FFM threeway (does not include reader, cannon typical violence(if I miss any please lmk)

a/n chapter 2!!! genuinely so excited people read chapter 1 I cannot believe it!! I hope anyone who reads this one enjoys!

word count: 6.2k

Ch1 masterlist

Joel. Huh. Something about him just gave off protector vibes, but he also seemed like a hardass. You were fairly certain it had something to do with things he’d seen and done and that he wasn’t always like this, but then again that was the story for everybody. You gave them your name, officially, and shook their hands. Joel’s were big, warm, and calloused. Tommy’s were also large, warm, and calloused but in a different way, like they were worn from different actions.

“Here’s the thing,” Tommy said, “we’re all a group here but there’s definitely groups within the group. Ryan, Luke, and Blake are buds, Sasha, Phillip, and Victoria are together, and then Joel and I. We were thinkin’ you might wanna ally with us, you saw how Ryan is and the rest of the guys are pretty similar and Sash, Vick, and Phil are all fucking each other so I’m not sure what you’re into, but you might be best off with us.”

“Hmm, I’ll discuss it with my dad. But what makes you think we need your help? Why are you even offering?” you ask. You don’t wanna be seen as a charity case. You’ve been doing quite alright so far. Clearly much better than these guys have.

“Because your dad’s getting older and if you’re not careful Ryan will try to take advantage of you. We’ve seen what he can do with no remorse. Some of the things that he’s made us or tried to make us do… It’s not all like he made it out to be, but you’ve already agreed to join, so if you don’t come now he’ll kill you, and if you hadn’t agreed to join he’d have killed you,” Tommy said while Joel still stood, brooding slightly, behind him. You looked from Tommy to Joel, you weren’t dumb, your dad was in his fifties now, and the extra wear and tear on his body these past few years had already started to take its toll. You knew you needed someone who could protect you and watch your back as well as your fathers. You could hold your own, but 4 sets of eyes was always better than 2. And you knew deep down you could find that in Joel. Tommy too. Out of the 8 people, these two seemed the most genuine. You may have just met them, but you are very good at reading people.

“Okay. I still need to talk to my dad, but okay,” you said. They seemed satisfied with that answer and you expected them to leave, but they grabbed the dishes, took them to the basin of water you had in the kitchen, pulled out some chairs from the table, and began washing them, solidifying in your mind that, yeah, they were good people.

The next day was hard as you prepared to leave the only home you’d ever known. You packed your bag with the obvious things you’d need and then you grabbed some sentimental necessities. Your mother’s necklace (a gold chain with a locket that had dried white wildflowers in the center and a picture of your family inside), her wedding ring, and the Barbie pink bracelet you made out of the fabric from Hazel’s dress. Her room was a wreck after, but the dress had been untouched in the garment bag.

The rest of the group packed up some extra bags with your canned goods and also added some to their packs, as did you and your father. He also went and let out the animals so that they could roam free and let some of the people know you were leaving and gave them some supplies that you guys couldn’t carry. By the middle of the day, you were set to leave.

You went out to visit their graves one last time to say goodbye. You both decided to say goodbye separately so that the group couldn’t sneak off with the truck without you, but also just so that you both could have some privacy. Your father went first and was only there for about 5 minutes, but it felt like ages just sitting around with the strangers you were about to travel the country with. You trudged your way over to the wildflower field where they laid, and you did as you always had done. Remove the few wilting flowers, since you only put them there yesterday, but this time you didn’t replace them with new ones. You wouldn’t be here to replace them anymore. No one would, and you didn’t want them stuck with dead flowers for eternity.

“Hey guys,” you said sheepishly. It didn’t matter that it had been 6 years since they died, talking to a rock never got easier. “I know Dad probably already told you, but we’re leaving town finally.” Your eyes started to well up a bit and you didn’t know why. “I know you loved this house, mom, and you never wanted us to leave it, but we can’t stay here anymore by ourselves, it’s just too risky and Dad and I are too weak on our own. So we’re joining a group of travelers. Specifically these two brothers.” Your Dad had agreed earlier in the day, which surprised you. It didn’t even take any attempts to convince him. You wondered if he knew something you didn’t. You turned towards the other of the identical stones. “Hazel Elizabeth,” you swallowed thickly, “I hope you’re winning pageants up there and enjoying life… unlike me,” you added.

Before you could cry anymore, you and your fistfull of wilted wildflowers went back to the front of your house where everyone was waiting in the driveway. You chucked the flowers onto the front porch with a huff. The wilted petals on the porch made the house a visual representation of rejection. You turned and wordlessly climbed into the passenger’s seat of your dad’s pickup and the rest of the group followed. Ryan naturally climbed in the backseat but to your surprise the other seat became occupied by Joel. He and Tommy must have wanted to make sure one of them was listening to both halves of the group’s conversations. But regardless, you were headed off to Boston and leaving Hazel behind. The place, and the person.

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Life in the group wasn’t bad… at first. Ryan did try to make a few moves on you, but thanks to Tommy and Joel he never made it far. Never far enough to scar you, at least. You were also right to join the Tommy and Joel side of the group. They weren’t kidding when they said the boys were narcissistic, selfish, assholes and the other three genuinely were fucking each other… frequently. Joel didn’t talk much, if at all, but when he did talk it was mostly to you or Tommy, nowadays mostly you. Tommy had started to get distant lately too, the things you all had done starting to get to him. You assumed life out here would be rough, but this was a new level. Infected, FEDRA, and people were worse than you’d imagined. You’d met your first set of clickers not too long ago. You lost Blake. No one talked about it. Ryan killed him before he turned. Ryan had some kind of obsession with killing—in another world he would probably be a serial killer. His obsession forced you all to do what you were told or he would kill you, like Tommy said, and he’d like it. Doing what Ryan told you involved killing a lot of innocent people for their supplies. You only argued with him about trying to negotiate once before he showed you what happens when you question him. That demonstration was now turning into a scar across your thigh. Joel was pissed and so was your dad, but they knew better than to do anything

You’d lost the truck a couple months back, something happening to it during an attack from other raiders. Joel and Tommy tried their best to fix it, but unfortunately it just wasn’t something they could patch up. So you’d been walking since then. The toll that took on your father was heavier than you’d feared, but he was hanging in there, either for his sake or yours.

“Hey! Welcome to Pennsylvania!” Luke announced.

“Well we’re at least in the state of one of the QZs we’re headed to,” Sash said. The decision had been made a while back that the likelihood of all 9 of you making it into the Boston QZ was unlikely, so closer to the Philadelphia QZ - Ryan, Luke, Vicki, Phillip, and Sash would head there - Joel, Tommy, you, and your dad would keep going on to Boston.

“This state is also hopefully flatter than the last few, I refuse to climb a mountain ever again,” Luke said breathlessly. He was certainly the group’s clown.

“I see a gas station up ahead, we can stop there for the night, see if there’s anything,” Ryan said. He and Luke went in and cleared the building first. Naturally, there wasn’t much left but some jerky. You ate a bit of that and packed some more for later before laying out your sleeping bag between your father and Joel. Phillip offered to take the first watch and after the sun went down you were all tired so there wasn’t much small talk before you all slowly drifted to sleep.

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You heard it at the same time as Joel. Your eyes snapped open and you made eye contact with him in the moonlight. You couldn’t have been asleep for long, an hour maybe less with the way Joel still looked very much awake. He was never one to sleep well, you’d noticed, but he always at least acted like he was trying. He looked past your head behind you and slowly brought his finger to his lips. A clicker. Where the hell was Phillip? Didn’t Ryan and Luke clear the building? Joel slowly grabbed his gun, squinted one eye and killed it in one shot which startled everyone else awake.

“What the fuck?” Phillip shouted gun clattering to the ground in surprise from where he’d been slumped against the cash register’s counter, asleep. His and everyone else’s dismay, however, turned out to be the least of your worries when you heard more of them barreling up from a basement you didn’t know this place had. At least three, maybe four. While you all started shooting in the dark corner where there were no windows to see Tommy asked what everyone had to have been thinking.

“I THOUGHT YOU CLEARED IT?”

“WE DID! THERE WAS A SHELF OVER THERE THAT WE MOVED AND FOUND A TRAP DOOR BUT NOTHING WAS UNDER THERE I SWEAR. THEY MUST HAVE BEEN HIDING UNDER THERE,” Luke yelled. Dumbasses. You heard Vicki scream as one had managed to lurch toward her and your father moved over to help her. After a short minute or two, thanks to 9 guns and Joel’s ridiculously good aim, you finally managed to get everything under control. You all packed up quickly and went outside just as the sun was rising.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Joel asked sternly.

“How were we supposed to know what was under there after we cleared it?” Luke said defensively.

“Why didn’t you recover it with the shelf?” Vicki asked while being held by Sash, she looked quite shaken, the clicker had gotten super close to her, she’s really lucky she didn’t get bit.

“Cause we cleared it! Didn’t you Ryan?” Luke desperately asked? Ah, Ryan was the one who “cleared” the crawlspace. You looked at Tommy and Joel who both looked at you and then each other as understanding crossed everyone’s faces. Ryan was more of a, take a look and call it a day kind of checker— not a thorough kind of guy.

“Hang on you can’t blame this all on us, fucking Phillip fell asleep on watch!” Ryan argued in a sad attempt to continue trying to save his reliability.

“What did you expect me to do? We’d been walking for miles all day, I was exhausted!” Phillip said.

“Well still, that ain’t how keepin’ watch works,” Tommy piped in putting his two cents in the growing argument money pile.

“GUYS! Guys, we got different things we need to be worried about right now. What’s done is done,” your dad said. You recognized that tone. It was the same tone he used 6 years ago when he told you to go to your room.

“Dad?” you said slowly, taking a step toward him, and he took a step back, “Dad, what the hell are you talking about?” He lifted his arm out and showed you all the bite there. It didn’t look deep, the damn clicker barely had enough of his arm to let all of its teeth break the flesh, but enough of them had. It’d only been maybe 15 minutes since he’d been bit and the bite already looked worse.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” your dad said softly. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you looked at him, the bite, and then him again. No, this wasn’t happening.

“Shit Mike,” Tommy said.

“Wha- what are we gonna do?” you stuttered. What are you gonna do? You couldn’t let him turn into one of those monsters, not like your family did, but you couldn’t kill your own father. And yet at the same time you didn’t want someone else to kill him either.

“Kill him,” Ryan said, “I don’t think he wants to turn into an infected, do you Mike?”

“He’s right sweetheart, you have to let him kill me, it’ll be easier, you’ll know I didn’t suffer.” You didn’t try to keep the tears at bay now. Your breaths hitched and you were finding it harder and harder to breathe but you shook your head.

“No, no, I’ll do it,” you said shakily, “I’ll… prevent you from turning.”

“Sweetheart, I can’t ask you to do that,” your dad argued and was immediately followed by protests from the rest of the group as well.

“I don’t think that's a good idea, sunshine,” Joel said. Sunshine, that was new, but you didn’t have the capacity to think about that. You turned to him and tried to plead with your eyes. You weren’t about to let your father’s death be a way for Ryan to get off. Your father had killed your sister and your mother and lived everyday with that burden, surely you will make it with this burden. Somehow, he understood, and you watched him take a breath, look you in the eyes in a way you couldn’t describe, and open his mouth, but before he could offer, you interrupted him.

“I’m doing it,” you turned back to your father, who was crying softly now. Vicki walked up to your father and hugged him.

“Thank you for saving me, you still barely know me, but I’m so sorry,” she said through sobs. You went back into the gas station, your father followed behind and then moved to stand in front of you. Joel and Tommy went in after but waited at the door. You looked your father in the eyes, trying to memorize every detail, and you realized his hand was slowly twitching as he brought it up to your face, like Hazel’s did, and you held his hand.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart, but I need you to promise me something. Keep going, don’t let this hold you back from finding a better life. Keep thinking of others even in times like these, you know it's what your mother would have wanted. Promise me,” he said through sobs.

“I promise,” you choked out. You were trying so hard to be strong for him. You didn’t want his last memory of you to be one of weakness, no matter how heartbreaking this whole situation is.

“Your mother, Hazel, and I will be waiting for you when you’re ready, so take your time, but sweetheart, nothing you’ve done has ever wavered my belief that you are a kind, smart, beautiful woman just trying to find her way in this broken world. I love you my sweet girl,” he pulled you into a hug and you squeezed him, trying to memorize the feeling of his heart beating against you.

“I love you too,” you finally sobbed out.

“Look out for her and please take care of her,” your father asked Joel and Tommy over your shoulder. There wasn’t a single second of hesitation before Joel said.

“We will.”

“Of course,” Tommy said. The Millers, despite it all, were good people and deep down you trusted them to keep their promise.

Your father pulled away first and you held his still twitching hand. “We’re running low on time, sweetheart. I don’t want you to see me any worse,” your father said softly and he kept your hand in his until he turned around and kneeled to the ground. You attempted to control your breathing, blinking back your tears. The worst thing you could do right now is miss and have to shoot your father twice. You knew he was exaggerating the time frame. He probably still had hours before things would become unsafe, at least that’s what you could put together from your encounters with people before they got infected, but you didn’t want to see him get any worse.

“It’s okay, sweet girl, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay sweet girl,” your father repeated over and over. You summoned whatever power your dad had that night so many years ago. You looked at the back of his head and raised your gun, you inhaled, looked away, exhaled, and bang.

You dropped to the ground as did your fathers body, your knees already soaked in your father’s blood. Your father, who you had just murdered. You saw your gun get kicked away by a black boot and large arms were wrapped around you as you looked up to see… Joel, comforting you, holding you, and talking to you. You could see his mouth moving but you couldn’t hear him quite yet. You could still barely breathe. All you could do was scream.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, sunshine, just breathe. Just breathe, breathe with me.” You somehow managed to focus enough to hear what he was saying over your gut wrenching cries and eventually slow your breathing enough to go from screams to quiet cries in his arms. You felt another hand on your back and you assumed it to be Tommy’s. He blocked your view of your father with his body and your knuckles were white from the grip you had on Joel’s jacket.

You stayed there for a few minutes before suddenly standing up from where you were on the ground with Joel and Tommy and composed yourself. You’d shown enough emotion, but you all had places to be. This wasn’t a world where you had time to mourn or the safety to be vulnerable. You could only move on and use your grief to fuel your need for survival.

“We should get going soon, don’t want to waste anymore time,” you said.

“Okay. I think I might look around for a second. Help me, will ya Joel?” Tommy said softly, but you already headed outside where the rest of the group was. They all were just looking at you, they no doubt heard your screams so they must have been surprised when you emerged first with Joel and Tommy following a few minutes after. Joel handed you your gun back and you put it in the waistband of your jeans. There was still something different in his eyes when he looked at you but you had no idea what it was. Everyone looked at you with a sort of pity, even Ryan, but Joel’s was something else.

“Lets go,” you said and started walking East to Philadelphia, with Joel following right behind you, followed by Tommy, then Vicki, and then the rest of the group. You made a promise to your father, and you intended to keep it.

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You couldn’t imagine how much further you all walked that day. It was the most you all had ever walked, probably due to the determination after your father’s death combined with the fact you now didn’t have your father’s age wearing you all down. A morbid, but true, fact. You tried to find the good things about your newfound no parent situation. You were 23 years old and had never been a day without one of your parents except for your occasional summer camp stay. You might even be the last of your goddamn bloodline alive since your father had never been able to reach any of his or your mother’s families when the government was still trying to make mail work. Yeah, dumb. You were now officially alone, and that thought almost relieved you. Now you really only have to worry about the safety of yourself. And maybe Joel and Tommy, but they haven’t proved to need your protection so far.

Your attention was brought back to the present with the burning of your thighs and calves, but feeling that physical pain was helping you deal with your emotional pain, so you decided to just really keep feeling the burn. Joel, Tommy, and you made up the back of the group, Sash, Vick, and Phillip in the middle, and Ryan and Luke in the front as always. This irked you a little bit, the way Ryan’s attitude and temper stopped anyone from arguing with him about whether or not he was trustworthy enough to be leading you all. A deep voice next to you saying something brings you out of your trance.

“What?” you say to Joel.

“Tunnels,” he repeats, “in the weird crawl space basement thing. Some not infected people must have been trying to stay safe down there and dig tunnels to wherever. Probably came up to use the gas station supplies when one of them must have gotten infected and then…”

“Gotten at least some of ‘em sick and the others climbed out and put the shelf over it. We couldn’t tell ya how far the tunnels went but ya got a lotta time on your hands in 10 years,” Tommy continued. That’s right, 10 years. If you could guess anything about the time of year it must have been March, maybe April based on the weather warming up. Either way, that meant your birthday was coming up soon in May. Not that you’d do anything for it or tell anyone. It was just confirmation of your aging and unavoidable acknowledgement that you were passing milestones Hazel would never get to. Gosh, she’d have turned 18 this year. An official adult. You couldn’t even imagine the chaos.

“So with Ryan’s habit of not being thorough,” Joel growled.

“I don’t wanna hear either of you say it could have been avoided,” you huffed. In what world did they see telling you this as helping?

“No, we’re not saying that. What we’re trying to get at is that this may be the thing to convince the others Ryan is in no position to lead this. The things he’s done, the things he’s made us do, and the things he doesn’t do that put us in danger can’t be ignored anymore,” Tommy pleads.

“Correction—he’s saying that. I think we should keep our fuckin’ mouths shut until we drop their asses in Philedelphia. I was gonna say his habit of not being thorough and sharing things with the group got your father infected and endangered the rest of us,” Joel whisper shouted at his brother. You three were far enough back that your conversations would at least be muffled to everyone else, but you never know how sound can carry. Plus, the Miller boys could yell.

“Which is exactly my point! Listen, sugar, I just think that if you…”

“You wanna use my father getting infected as a push point to, what, put you in charge?” you question him. He didn’t have an answer for that. “That’s ridiculous. Joel’s right, just keep your mouth shut for a couple more days and then we’ll be on our own and you can be in charge.” Tommy grabbed your arm, stopping you and forcing you to look at him.

“This isn’t about me being in charge, sugar, this is about the possibility of not letting more innocent people die,” Tommy started calling you sugar when he noticed whenever you ransacked a store for supplies you always looked for gummy candies or something sweet in an attempt to feed your never ending sweet tooth. You used to think the nickname was sweet, made you feel like part of the team, but now it just enraged you.

“Well, sugar,” you say back to him, your voice laced with venom, “We’ve been doing this for almost 4 years together now, and I don’t even know how long you were doing it before then, so I’m not sure what the hell is making you get cold feet all the sudden about the things we’ve done because it’s not gonna change anything. It doesn’t matter who told us to do it, we did it. So I’m sorry that you’re having trouble sleeping at night, but if we’re going to make it to Boston we have to leave things as they are.” Both Miller boys looked at you with their jaws slightly dropped. Losing your father had already started to change things. That was the most words you’d said to anybody at once, even your father, in the 4 years they’ve known you. There was no one there to do the talking while you observed anymore, so you were gonna talk.

“And my father wasn’t one of the innocent people you need to feel guilty about losing. Did you know I listened to him kill my sister and my mother on outbreak day when they got sick? Did you know that whenever our hospitality started being taken for granted he threatened people with bullets to their legs and shoulders? Or did you know he used to tell me that I couldn’t kill anything, not a farm animal or infected, because a woman shouldn’t have blood on her hands? And all that was before I met you and you know what he did after, so don’t try to make my father out to be some innocent old man who died protecting a stranger.” Your father was a brave man, you loved him more than anything, and maybe it’s just the grief talking, but after the world fell apart, he became a different kind of man. Of course, as always, this was the same old story for most people after the outbreak and the things your father was guilty of, you were guilty of too, but he was not an innocent man. The Miller boys didn’t know this but there were things he did that Ryan didn’t ask him to. Things that were too dark, even for you. He’d have done anything to protect you, he just didn’t know when it was too far.

“Is there a problem here?” Ryan asked. You hadn’t realized in your rage that you’d called attention from the rest of the group.

“No,” you said, “just talking to Tommy about how I killed my father today. What’s on your agenda for the rest of the day?” You finished your response with a smile. Mentioning killing someone distracted Ryan and made everyone else uncomfortable, given the situation. Then, asking what Ryan wanted the plan to be reminded him that he was in charge and stroked his ego so he’d forget what started the conversation and wouldn’t get suspicious about your argument with Tommy. Therefore, if anyone else was still suspicious, they wouldn’t mention it now.

If you had to name your top three strengths it would be observant, tactical, and seductive. You had an allure that pulled people in like no one in your group had ever seen. And sometimes you didn’t even have to try, they’d just look at you and do what you suggested. This especially worked on men because most of them think with their dicks and boy did you have the looks to make their pants twitch. It hadn’t worked out in your favor a couple times, but Joel would always barge in and rescue you. He had an effect on people that ignited fear, but you knew who he really was. He’d only been too late once, and he swore never again.

“Well, looking at the sun we got roughlyyy 2 hours to sunset, so I say we use the rest of our time to find a spot to spend the night. We should make it to Philadelphia within the fortnight,” Ryan said. You all made your way into a neighborhood that had been bombed after outbreak day and found a house that had managed to stay mostly intact.

“Joel and I will do the sweep,” Tommy said and you smiled at him softly. You may have had an argument earlier, but you knew where he was coming from deep down and you couldn’t blame him.

After the sweep and looking to see if there was anything useful left in the house, everyone ate food from their packs and by dusk everyone was getting ready to settle in for the night. Today you laid your sleeping bag in between Tommy and Joel.

“I’ll take the first watch,” Joel said quickly. He made eye contact with you but neither of you said anything. You shimmied down into your sleeping bag, watching as Joel positioned himself in front of the window, you glanced down and when you looked back up, Joel was looking at you. Eventually, sleep lulled you away and you felt safer than you had in months knowing Joel was the one watching over you.

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It had been roughly two weeks since your father died, well since you killed him, and they were really tough. Not just for you and your grief, but for Tommy and Joel too. Their relationship had become a bit strained since you had a run in with another group of raiders and Tommy had held back. Which caused you and Joel to step up to cover his lack of “results” as Ryan would say. You did things you didn’t even know you were capable of because your father had never let you, and Joel delivered as always. He had this ability to just zone out into a blind rage and finish his “tasks.” This was starting to frustrate Tommy more and more every time Joel had to do something. Thankfully you should only be a few hours out from Philadelphia, and under the cover of night, over half your group would split and it would just be you and the Millers. Then hopefully when your decisions were in your own hands Tommy would calm down a bit and realize you have to do what you have to to survive out here.

“There it is,” Phillip said, “the Philadelphia QZ.” The QZ was surrounded by a large concrete wall, making it look more intimidating than safe.

“Alright, we’ll get a little closer, wait till dark, then part ways,” Ryan said.

By nightfall, the group had dished out what supplies they had left to you and the Millers and started making their advance into the QZ. The plan was to go around to the side, cut a hole in the chain link fence, and sneak in through the tunnels.

They never made it. The FEDRA guards must have noticed movement because before you knew it they were firing their weapons and your group members were being blown to bits. Safely hidden, you weren’t worried about getting hit yourself, just what might happen if they came out to assess the bodies and found you. So you ran off quickly, trying to process what just happened. They’re supposed to let people into the QZs, that’s the purpose of them. Would that happen to us?

“I don’t think we can sneak in,” you said after the running/walking in the dark you had been partaking in.

“The fuck you mean?” Joel said to you.

“You watched them get blown to bits because they probably saw the movement and thought they were infected. We’re not infected, so why shouldn’t we be able to walk in the front doors?” you questioned them. If Tommy doesn’t want to do things Ryan’s way anymore, here’s a start. “Look either way, we either get into the QZ or die.”

“We’re getting into that QZ,” Tommy said.

“Yes we will,” Joel confirmed, “but first we sleep, we’re far enough out now, I’ll watch.”

“Are you sure? You watched last night,” Tommy pried.

“Yeah I can do it Joel,” you pleaded him. If anything, you wanted time to process through watching your “friends” get blown up right before you.

“Fine, but wake me up when you get tired,” Joel said.

“Or me,” Tommy added, annoyed.

Both brothers got into their sleeping bags, still on either side of you, and they went to sleep. You clutched your gun in your hand a little tighter, you rarely kept watch when your dad was around, someone else just always ended up taking it or he did, but you didn’t mind it. It gave you a real chance to think. And tonight you had quite a bit to think about. You didn’t let yourself get super close to anyone other than Joel and Tommy, it was too much of a risk to get close with everyone because of all the uncertainty out there. It wasn’t anything personal, it was more of a protection method.

But that didn’t mean there weren’t things you’d miss and times you’d think about. Naturally, since you, Sash, and Vick were together all the time your cycles ended up linking up. When that happened and you hadn’t found any pads or tampons in a while, you would use old ripped up clothes instead. Whenever you were near a body of water, the three of you would get up early and rinse them out and just talk as if you weren’t in the middle of an apocalypse. You couldn’t even remember what you’d even talk about but you just remember laughing with them until one of the guys would uncomfortably call you back. They were always so on edge when you all were on your periods.

There was also the time during one of Vick, Sash, and Phil’s night time exercise sessions that woke everyone up. At the beginning, it always woke you up but eventually you could sleep through it. This one night in particular, however, the three of them were so lost in the moment when Vick was supposed to be keeping watch that they didn’t realize the shelf they were fucking against wasn’t that stable and they knocked it over onto Blake, Luke, and Ryan with a huge crash. Thankfully, the shelves in the gas station were mostly empty and the boys didn’t have anything more severe than some deep cuts, bad bruises, and sore bodies but none of them kept watch for a while after that.

Blake also had a thing for you for a while. He’d always try to walk by you, talk to you, and offer you things, much to the annoyance of both Joel and Tommy because then they couldn’t talk to you or your father about anything that he would run off to tell Ryan about. He was a sweet guy and everything, he even picked some wildflowers for you one time which did genuinely touch you. Plus he was a better guy than Ryan but he was bitten by an infected, you didn’t cry about it.

Then there was what plagued your mind the most, your father. Who he was before and the man you ignored he was becoming. You wanted to keep your childhood innocent version of him in your mind but then you’d think about things he willingly did, and your image of him in your mind started blurring into someone you didn’t want to acknowledge, which is what hurt the most. You knew you’d started to push him away when you started traveling 4 years ago, so you can’t help but blame yourself for what he became. Which you know isn’t fair, but you can’t help that’s the way it makes you feel. You sighed to yourself in frustration and blinked back a few tears and looked up at the stars. That was one thing you appreciate about the lack of electricity, less light pollution, more stars. Through the trees you found the little and big dippers and some other constellations.

You tore your eyes away from the stars and as you sat on your sleeping bag, now staring out into the distance you brought yourself out of your head by listening to the soft, rumbling snores of Joel and the chainsaw-level snorting that came from Tommy when he is actually getting restful sleep. You chuckled softly to yourself and rolled your eyes because of course, you can’t really blame him for snoring but damn he was loud and would certainly dampen your ability to hear people coming. You prayed to a God you can’t decide if you still believe in that there were no infected nearby. You clutched your mother’s necklace and fiddled with it anxiously, but here you are with the Miller brothers, gearing yourself up to finish what was hopefully your last time ever having to walk across half the country.

#the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlou #tlou hbo #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller reader insert #joel tlou #tommy miller #tess the last of us

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northwyrm · 2 years ago

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Scorn and Mad God similarities

2022 was the year of media involving damp walls and flesh machines, here is my top list of why Mad God (Phil Tippett studios) and Scorn (Ebb Software) are like two peas in a pod

Plot follows two nearly identical protagonists: in Scorn you are a guy who explodes a tower, and then your perspective shifts to another guy who falls out of a wall (the tower-exploder becomes the Parasite later). In Mad God, when the Assassin is caught and tortured, a brain probe finds memories of a place filled with people identical to the Assassin, and we follow the second Assassin's journey. Both Scorn Guy and Parasite Guy are investigating the Assembly Facility, both The Assassin and the Other Assassin are carrying ticking bomb briefcases. From the story following two very similar characters both stories get a sense of cycles repeating

Cycles of life and death repeating forever in meaningless futility

FLESH MACHINES - every machine you interact with in Scorn, and the organs of the shit-eating giant in Mad God

Facility with unknown purposes: the Assembly in Scorn, the shitmen's obelisks in Mad God

Both moldmen (Scorn) and shitmen (Mad God) are pressed into molds during their creation or storage. Both are expendible entities

Both Scorn and Mad God are set in worlds which are very disturbing to onlookers but the denizens of these worlds treat them as normal

There is fluid oozong out of the walls

Sexual imagery, but not in a way that makes you go "hubba hubba", more in a way that makes you go "huh." Watching either piece of media you will see boobs and dicks and masturbation.

Protagonist in Mad God is wearing a gasmask, protagonist in Scorn has no mouth, I feel like there is a connection in 'guys whose mouth is invisible so you have to guess what they're thinking from where they are looking' or something. Unreadable expressions, lotsa body language.

No dialogue!

A baby gets compressed into juice at some point

#Scorn #Mad God #Horror #Films #Games #Northwyrmblogg #these things have the same vibes

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phanfictioncatalogue · 1 year ago

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Fics With Titles That Start With K (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

kamikaze (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: For most pirates, the Isle of Riches would sound very appealing. Not for Dan, who got too close to it and witnessed its secrets. Months later, he gets himself taken prisoner aboard Phil’s ship. He’s obnoxious, flirty, and generally a pain in the ass to all on board. But when he gets injured and is forced to let his guard down, Phil finds that Dan isn’t all that he makes himself out to be.

keep quiet (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: This feels indulgent in a way he hasn’t felt in a while. He’s tired after a night of being social, tallying up points and arguing with Phil and their friends about which countries had the best Eurovision songs, booing and complaining when their favorite didn’t win. And he’s sweaty from sleeping in close quarters. But he can’t bring himself to stop the building arousal between them.

keep the glasses on (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: Dan has always been insecure about wearing his glasses in public, and he's kept it from his best friend for as long as he's had his glasses. Unfortunately one evening, his cover is blown when Phil stops by.

keep your feet on the ground (when your head's in the clouds) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan meets Phil at a party, except he doesn't really know that it's Phil.

Kentucky Roads (ao3) - howellesterfics

Summary: a very late smutty tour bus fic that i started in august and totally forgot about. it’s 3 am and dan is unreasonably turned on. featuring some light sexting

Kickstart My Heart (ao3) - phantasticworks (steddieworks)

Summary: Phil is having the worst flight of his life until he isn't.

Based on something Phil said in his recent liveshow.

kill dil (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: “Should we kill Dil?” (A fic about YouTube and planning and making decisions.)

Kind Of Similar (ao3) - cafephan

Summary: It’s kind of like 2009, they are apart again and spending hours staring through cameras at each other - just that Skype is as dead as the fringes and Dan is touring the world - but apart from that, practically identical.

Kindness (at the End) (ao3) - lovestillaround

Summary: A story about the Christmas Eve, a wooden chest left by Phil on the kitchen table, and a mission to get the key.

Kings - crescendohowell

Summary: Dan and Phil jokingly nominate each other for homecoming King and the entire school ships it

King of Fools - silverluminosity

Summary: Dan and Phil’s April Fools’ pranks go a little too far and cause them to venture into some previously unexplored territory.

king of packed lunches (ao3) - watergator

Summary: phil wants to be a TikTok Mom™

kinky week (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: It's like spooky week, but instead of videos and scary games I'm just writing five really* kinky things.

Kintsukuroi (ao3) - Silent_kill_joy

Summary: That's the most beautiful thing in the world:

When two people become fluent in choosing each other...

-Hb

Kiss It Better (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Dan could keep doing this for hours, if it didn’t tire him out. Maybe even then, he could, because there’s something about hearing and feeling this lustfulness from Phil that makes it easy to let go of everything else.

kiss me in the dark tonight (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan's selling merch for a local dj and crushing on the dj's brother

kiss me just to kiss me (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Phil knows it’s serious. He knows he’s serious about Dan in that way he gets about people because he is so painfully afraid of messing things up. Dan came all this way just to see him, but he didn’t come all this way just to see him, and the least Phil can do is show him a good time.

Kiss-Me-Quick (ao3) - strawberrysunflower

Summary: “I should be lounging out on a beach right now.”

“You can lounge out on a beach! Look, the Golden Mile’s down there. Only watch out for donkeys. And stray Stella cans.”

It’s probably not the greatest advertisement of the town, Phil realises. Who needs Portugal when you can come to Costa Del Blackpool instead?

kissing on the kitchen floor, our friendship up against the ropes (ao3) - glasseslouis

Summary: it's 2009, dan still can't fully comprehend that he's sat in phil's bedroom filming pinof, and they decide to indulge themselves.

kitchen counter (ao3) - ordanary (ghostsofjersey)

Summary: Phil asks Dan to come up north with him for Christmas, some realizations are made in the kitchen, and now Nigel owes Kath twenty pounds.

Kitchen Tiles (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: He regrets not realizing sooner, he regrets not listening to his heart more closely, he regrets not picking up on a single one of the countless little but painstakingly clear signs, regrets not being honest with himself until now. But it’s of no use, because it is what it is, and all they have now is a few weeks. After all the months and years, now all they have is weeks.

Knew I'd Find You Again (ao3) - AnironSidh

Summary: In the twilight of the Russian Empire, the younger son of Czar Nigel Lestov finds an unlikely friend in a kitchen boy with a very different past. Philip Lestov has no idea what is to come, this future with his new friend stretching out as far as he can see, and Daniel Howlov gets a glimpse at a world so far from his own.

know what you want (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Dan is home, for now at least.

Koi No Yokan (ao3) - cold_cereal

Summary: Phil proposes to Dan.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfic #phan #phanfiction #masterlists #ficsk #ficsk masterlist

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bonesandthebees · 2 years ago

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Also, I was wondering why there would be spoilers for the entirety of Stars and then I got hit in the face by Ranboo again. Let it be known that I am still mad about that. And not even because the plan, because it’s a good and fair plan and Wilbur was fully aware they would pull it at the start. It’s the not realising how wrong it was that still pisses me off. Maybe I’m also a bit mad that Wilbur was right, but Tommy wouldn’t listen. Just a little. Doesn’t mean Wilbur wasn’t being a dick about it.

Anyway, onto the main course: The first little bird was accidental! Oh the irony of Phil pointing out Wilbur being in denial while in complete denial of his parental instincts. Damn. It’s also interesting how it starts with the hypothetical of Wilbur having wings. If I remember correctly, that’s the point where Phil realises that he can no longer ignore the parental feelings. Maybe the conversation catapulted back. Tbf, I think that’s also after he has to explain what little bird means.

But it’s funny to see how much of his emotions Wilbur seems to wear on his face (or how well Phil can read him) and how that speaks the parental train lf though because Phil thinks it similar to wings giving emotions away. The train of thought feels very natural too. Including Phil having a ‘hold up’ moment when he realises what he’s thinking and then vaulting straight into denial. Also, more irony, his won't know what’s up, good thing Wilbur doesn’t know how to read them.

Okay, so the second time the “little bird” is very much on purpose. It’s very clear from Phil’s pov that it was never meant or used as an insult like Wilbur thought at first. His age isn’t something to be looked down about. It’s a sign of his potential and that potential has always been what Phil has been after.

But down in cave 4, it’s clear how fond he is of Wilbur. He likes seeing him happy, even of it doesn’t register that way. He’s aware of how tired he looks (worried even). He can’t stand seeing him cold. And the internal switch for Orpheus to Wilbur especially. Phil can see the person underneath all those titles and that’s the one he wants (even when Wilbur has no idea who he is). But it doesn’t register as care to either of them. Fools.

I’m sorry if this is an incoherent mess. It’s been a while since I’ve done starts analysis.

(4/4)

-🌲

LOL YEAH I almost forgot to put that spoiler warning and then I was like "wait phil talks about ranboo so much shit I need to warn for that" because the ranboo reveals is one of my favorite twists in the entire fic. that was one of the things I had planned since before I started writing stars. ranboo was always going to be spying on the brothers, so I wrote even his earliest interactions with that in mind.

but yeah. wilbur was being a dick about it because if he had been wrong, damn, he would've been an asshole. but he was right. tommy should've taken his opinion into consideration a bit more but yknow he's 15 and dealing with a lot he's gonna push back on certain things with his brother even when his older brother probably has a point.

that bit about the first little bird being a slipup was so fun for me to include. phil did not do that on purpose but then he was like "shit I gotta roll with this" and wilbur, in all his amazing paranoia, was like "this must be another power play he's trying to demean me he's trying to make me feel stupid-" it's so funny wilbur overthinks things so much sometimes

phil was on the denial train for so long. I'd say that first 'little bird' is where it really began, but then things just progressed from there with phil denying it all the way down.

but speaking of denial, little bird count number 2 was no accident so hm phil... what's up with that? it was never an insult though. it's exactly like you said. wilbur's age wasn't something to be looked down on, it was just an example of how much potential he had.

literally yes phil is so fond and doesn't even realize it because god knows phil hasn't admitted an emotion in decades. he wants to see wilbur's potential shine. he wants to see him be more than what others expected. he wants to see wilbur in a good place, and he wants wilbur specifically, not the etiquette mask of orpheus.

this was lovely to read as always ty spruce anon <33

#ask #spruce anon #constellations on his face

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materassassino · 5 months ago

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Two years too late but who cares? I had to write something for this.

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It’s rare that Phil will work Saturdays, but Mrs Regalado is on a tight schedule for downsizing, is an older lady with no other family close by, and is willing to pay extra (off the books), so Phil is more than happy to come in and help. She also makes amazing pastries he gets to sample (despite his wife’s pointed, purse-lipped looks at his midriff when he gets home) and he can’t possibly say no to those, so here he is.

He starts at a more leisurely time of 9:15 on Saturday morning, because he’s a man that likes to get things done early and has been for the last twenty years, and this allows him to get started on the drywall in the guest bedroom, which hasn’t been used for some time and is feeling all its age and neglect. Mrs Regalado wants it pristine for when she sells it.

He realises he’s forgotten something in the van around 9:30, and so he tromps downstairs to go to the van and fetch it, when two men leisurely stroll in.

“Imelda!” the bearded one exclaims, swooping in to kiss her on both cheeks. “Raggiante come sempre!”

That’s not quite Spanish – Phil’s stepson’s biological father is Mexican, and Mrs Regalado is… some flavour of Hispanic (she’s never cared to specify and Phil feels slightly embarrassed for not knowing more precisely), but it sounds similar.

“Buongiorno, Imelda,” says the other one, far less boisterously but with the same cheek kisses, and Phil does recognise that; Sandra wanted to go to Venice three years ago, and so they had. That’s Italian.

The two Italian men take seats at the breakfast nook like they belong there, greeted warmly by Mrs Regalado. Phil knows for a fact that they can’t be family. Mrs Regalado specified she didn’t have any family closer than Arizona, and anyway, people don’t usually call older family members by their first names. Perhaps they’re friends? Scratch that, they definitely are, but it seems bizarre that two men in their early thirties might be friends with a woman well into her sixties.

Mrs Regalado turns to the stove and starts making breakfast, while the men chat in rapid Italian, though Phil can’t quite figure out whether she’s included in the conversation or even understands any of it.

He goes to fetch his forgotten tape measure.

Next Saturday the same thing happens, except Phil is working on the downstairs bathroom by now, and he only knows because one of the men laughs, loud and buoyant and carefree. Phil pokes his head from the door, curious despite himself (a good contractor minds his own business, after all) and it’s the bearded man, wiping away a tear of mirth from the corner of his eye. He doesn’t, to Phil, look Italian, but then again Phil’s experiences with actual Italians from Italy are limited entirely to that one week in Venice where Sandra tried to beat some culture into his and Enrique’s heads with marble statues and the price of a single gondola ride nearly toppled him into an early grave. The other man, the quieter one, does, but that might just be the nose. He has the eeriest eyes, and just as Phil is thinking that, those eyes meet his. They’re piercing, magnetic and yet deeply disconcerting in their pallor. Phil has to look away first, embarrassed, but the man was wearing a small smile, so perhaps he didn’t mind that much.

It doesn’t really matter, because Phil still gets his own pastry and cup of coffee, which is very nice.

The job, all in all, takes five weeks, and by the end, the place is immaculate in the way something entirely blank and soulless is. Phil isn’t much of an interior designer, but Sandra has what he would proudly call artistic flair and she likes their house full of colour and knickknacks and comforting things. It sort of breaks his heart, what he sometimes has to do to places so people can sell them, especially a charming old building like this one.

“Oh no, che peccato!”

It’s the bearded man, now standing in the living room, frowning at the newly-white walls.

“Il terracotta era cosí accogliente,” he says, shaking his head.

Phil can’t understand the words, but he knows exactly what the man is on about. He’s only here for the last few odd jobs before Mrs Regalado moves into her much smaller, much more modern apartment, so he feels at liberty to stand next to the man, clearing his throat.

“People have no imagination now,” he says, shaking his own head with a sigh. “They need a blank canvas.”

He has no idea if the man understands him in the slightest, but by the frown, he probably does.

“Cruel, to a house that has withstood so much,” the man says, in flawless English with only the lightest, most unplaceable of accents. Phil wonders what the house’s history is, then, and how this man knows it.

“Joe, andiamo, dobbiamo incontrare Booker e Andy all’aereoporto,” says the other man, shrugging on his jacket. He meets Phil’s eyes again and nods, still wearing that small smile.

“Arrivo!” the bearded man (Joe, apparently, solving a mystery Phil wasn’t actively looking for answers to). “Let’s hope the next people are kind to it.”

And with that they’re kissing Imelda warmly on both cheeks and heading out the door.

“It has so much potential!” Davina says, gesturing around them, practically vibrating with anticipation. She will be dreaming of paint swatches and fabric samples for the next three nights, itching to make this house a home.

“We’ll take it!” Sonny says enthusiastically. Anything for Davina.

It’s an exhausting week of moving what they can when they can, bits and pieces, and finally taking the Friday off to do one last big move. Their friends help, and while everything is still in boxes only half of which are labelled (both of them can be kind of scatterbrained, sometimes), it already feels like it’s theirs. Like they belong. The house is warm and inviting, old and lived in and loved, and that’s what drew Davina to it.

They get pizza, eating it tiredly on their hastily unwrapped sofa that’s in entirely the wrong place, and collapse into bed not long after, utterly exhausted, comfortably enveloped in their new four walls, and looking forward to a lie-in the next morning, which is a blissfully unburdened Saturday.

They’re awoken, with a jolt, by the sound of voices downstairs. Davina’s eyes go huge with terror, and she grips Sonny’s wrist hard enough that even her dark knuckles turn paler. Neither of them wants to call the cops, and yet the only explanation for the noises can be intruders of some kind.

(Although, they’re not exactly keeping quiet, their voices carrying easily up the stairs, and it doesn’t seem like they’re speaking English.)

Sonny swallows. He’s never had to deal with something like this before, and he’s terrified, but the instinct to protect is stronger. His baseball bat is packed away somewhere, he has no idea where, and there’s no time to look for it, so Davina shoves her hairdryer at him instead. It’s a chunky thing, it could do damage if he swung it hard enough, and it will have to do.

Barefoot, he slowly tugs the door open, grateful for new, silent hinges and plush carpet that completely muffles his steps. Davina follows, her steps catlike. Sonny winces at every creak of every stair as they creep down them, but the voices don’t even falter, still the same volume, and clearer now: two men, deep in mellow conversation, in…

“Is that Italian?” Davina whispers, remembering when her father used to play opera in the car when he’d drive them to school (highly embarrassing, and her brother Shaun would desperately beg for him to be like all the other dads and play literally anything else).

Sonny presses a finger to his lips. They’re almost at the doorway to the kitchen. He steels himself with a deep breath, and leaps in, hairdryer aimed like a gun at the intruders.

There are two men there, a bearded one holding Radiator like a baby (the traitorous beast purring like her namesake) as he sits at the breakfast nook, and one with frankly astonishing green eyes, wearing an apron neither of them recognises, standing at the stove.

“Pensavamo che avreste voluto la colazione,” the man at the stove says brightly, gesturing with a spatula to the table set for four. His other hand is closed around the handle of a pan, and the smell is, frankly, delicious. Sonny’s face burns when his stomach rumbles, earning himself a smack on the arm from an outraged Davina.

“Trasferirsi di casa mette fame,” the other says, nodding, and Radiator chirrups brightly at the tickle under her chin.

Sonny lowers the hairdryer, staring at them. Davina splutters.

“Who are you people?!” she demands.

“We come with the house,” the man at the stove says in soft, but accented English, as if that makes the slightest bit of sense. “Do you like shakshuka?”

So my mom just told me about how her friend is a contractor. He was renovating a house and this older lady used to live there. Every Saturday these two Italian guys would come over and she’d make them breakfast. Nobody knew who they were but they’d let themselves in and sit down and she’d cook for them.

Fast forward to after she sold the house and new people moved in. The first Saturday they came down stairs to find two random guys sitting at their table with coffee speaking Italian and waiting for breakfast.

I don’t know how this would translate into a shitty old guard death but it definitely was joe and Nicky.

you know. just this once, everybody lives. what a lovely story <3

#the old guard #joenicky #kaysanova #pixie writes #buy a house get two dudes who speak italian

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commenter2 · 11 months ago

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Imagine a Hillbilly Rosie AU

The Hazbin Hotel fandom agrees that Rosie is going to be a well mannered (though cannibalistic and still evil-ish) lady on the show, which is why I’m surprised no one has thought about an AU with her where she is a hillbilly/country gal. I mean think about it

I could picture her having outfits with a fashion sense similar to what the lady I used here is wearing (she is from a show called Crash Canyon) along with other stereotypical hillbilly characters or what Martha wore before she died.

I actually have a crude pic of something like:

I made this pic to express it back then till I stored it cause at that time I thought it wasn't "hillbilly" enough since its just Rosie on Martha's body which is REALLY different from what I picture Hillbilly Rosie would look like. but I think it is at least close to what I think Hillbilly Rosie would look like.

I could picture her having other, more hillbilly like outfits and along with other stereotypical hillbilly stuff like maybe a missing tooth along with Rosie's white hair being in between her actual design and Martha here, she would sound very southern a be a bit “unedjamachated”.

I imagine her being a hunter, running a store where she sells her freshly made meats and “meats” to the cannibals of Hell. She would still be friends with Alastor, as Hillbilly Rosie would be his supplier for fresh deer meat and the occasional human. They would bond over stories, and I could see Rosie liking his stories about the Big City.

I wonder what such an AU would make Susan, since I’m currently predicting that she is Rosie's Mother.

What are your thoughts on this AU? If you want to try and make a Hillbilly Rosie design, go ahead but just credit me for where you got the idea from.

Rosie and Martha is owned by Vivziepop Crash Canyon is owned by Jamie LeClaire, Phil Lafrance, Kyle MacDougall, Telethon, and Breakthrough Entertainment Base by MagicalKeyPizzaDan

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rosie #vivziepop #hillbilly rosie

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owlfacenightkit · 2 years ago

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I-

I was looking for Glitch Techs reference stuff and I found an unused design for younger Phil!!

#Glitch Techs #Phil Altiere #OH I JUST REALIZED THAT HE HAS THE SECOND SET THING OF ARMOR!!!#I’ve seen storyboards that were cut because of Netflix #and Five and Miko (and the rest of the techs except Mitch)#were wearing a new set of armor simply called Armor2 or something #and it looks like Phil is wearing something very similar!!#and he has a last name??!!#WHAT??!!

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zephirite · 11 months ago

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OOOH there is so much attack dog symbolism—and has been since purgatory, and in the Mockingjays’ case (Cellbit and Bad), even before. Cellbit asked Bad to unleash him on the Federation, and trusted him to reign him in once his enemies were destroyed. Like he knew he’d enter a trance, and wanted to ensure he only hurt those he hated. And he trusted BAD to control him. Cellbit has this Pavlovian conditioning left over from being a kid, and doing what Bad told him to survive. Etoiles said something similar to Phil; “I am your arms. Just tell me who to kill.” I don’t think their relationship has that much power in Phil’s hands though, but it’s important to note.

We have Roier and Fit, too. Roier said he used to wear black when he wanted revenge, and he’s been sitting silently under the Federation’s rule for too long. Purgatory was a chance for him to unleash his rage.

Fit seems to jump into the ruthlessness of 2b2t on instinct. Almost automatic. Was he in control? Or on autopilot? Fit and Roier got colder when they killed people. Both couples showed their love; Fit (and Pac) by retaining enough control not to kill each other, while Cellbit and Roier did because they knew each other understood.

And speaking of animalistic tendencies, Baghera has also adopted an odd Stockholm syndrome case with the Federation, believing she owes them her existence. She told Bad (and Fit about her origins. Fit first, to repay his own secrets, and told him she was scared Bad would hate her. And when she told her secret to Bad, she asked “Do you hate me?” Very similar approval-seeking to Cellbit.

Baghera and Cellbit’s instincts also match their animal associations. When traumatized, the Federation noted that Baghera became comatose, unresponsive for weeks on end. She froze. While Cellbit lashes out, attacks without worrying for who he hurts. He fights.

And how do Bagi and Tina play into this—with their demon psychology and experience executing orders/plans? Tina and Bagi’s duo name could’ve been “Shy duo”; unlike Bad and Cellbit, they’re shy, not wanting the spotlight as leader.

But Bagi draws attention by virtue of her skills; she’s smart and determined. On day one, she walked around the entire server until 6am. She searched Roier’s castle for a waystone for an HOUR and refused chat’s help, driven to find it alone. And she did! Despite over a decade passing, she never gave up searching for her brother. She’s given herself her own goal, but she IS used to chasing one. And as soon as she arrived on the island, she set herself a new goal quickly. Bagi does not like to be without purpose, it seems.

However, q!Tina is the opposite. She’s insecure, uncertain what she wants to do, and overcome with self-hatred. She’s not a cat; she’s a demon. And unlike Mouse—but just like Bad—she hides it. While Bad tortured himself with soul vultures to incentivize finding the eggs, Tina shaves her horns off, and told her mini-mi’s “hopefully, we’ll find a way to get rid of them for good!” She panics whenever Bagi mentions demons. She never wants Bagi to discover that part of herself. And Tina called the power she felt coordinating Soulfire in purgatory “kinda scary but also kinda awesome”. Tina confessed to Bad (after he told her abt the vultures) that she feels no one trusts her, and she wishes she could prove herself.

She and Bagi bonded over feeling isolated from the established community, since they didn’t understand the parents’ grief. But despite this, Bagi still worried that her baggage with Cellbit and bloody past would turn Tina away. Tina said she was content to ignore that. Whenever Tina fantasizes about Bagi solving mysteries and telling her they need to leave, she giggles and says “Whatever you say!” implying Bagi could do no wrong in Tina’s eyes.

So we have Bagi—driven, goal-oriented—and Tina, who strives to be as driven as Bagi and is constantly looking for ways to ingratiate herself and be trusted.

I could imagine Bagi doing something for Tina, taking it too far, and Tina seeing it as flattering.

demons and their dogs

stay away from the devil's pets, the town talk / minecraft hardcore games (feat. cellbit), badboyhalo / @mangofanarts, tumblr / grit, silas melvin / @mangofanarts, tumblr / dog bite prevention, wikipedia / tinakitten, qsmp wiki / @petrichormore, tumblr / i'm your man, mitski / tina & bagi clip, twitter / sarah, alex g / tina & bagi moment, twitter / watch dog, guard dog and attack dog, davis law group

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thesunicarusfellfor · 4 years ago

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The neither route was amazing! If you ever get ideas for it pls continue because i found it really interesting. You are a great writer.

Okay! This route actually made me very happy, but unfortunately, as much as I wanted to write it, I didn't know how exactly to do it? If that makes sense?

Context is HERE- The very end of the story is the Neither route.

TW: Anxiety, mentioned nightmares, mentioned Tubbo threatening Ranboo, guilt

I would also like to say that cuddling is platonic.

Left The Game (Plat!C!Ranboo x GN!Reader x Parental!C!Philza) Headcanon/Fic (Part 3???)

Ranboo Beloved joined the game.

(Y/n) (L/n) joined the game.

Michael Underscore-Beloved joined the game.

You and Ranboo tumbled out of the swirling portal and hit the ground with a hard thud, dirt and sand kicking up around you both upon impact.

Before you could comprehend what happened, a small squeal came from behind you and something slammed into your back, causing a groan to pull itself from your chest.

The monochrome male mumbled from beside you, his face practically buried in the grass which caused his words to be muffled.

His crown had rolled a few feet away, and his bags had opened as well, sending a few of his tools scattering, but everything seemed to be intact?

You slurred a mess of words before spitting out the sand that had gathered up in your mouth, attempting to tell the tall male that you were alive.

At least somewhat.

You both knew that you three had to drag yourselves into Phil's house, but the travel was so exhausting. Sleeping in the dirt sounded so tempting...

A quiet whine sounded from the weight on your back, reminding you that Michael had also come into the server with you.

When Ranboo got up, he picked the zombie piglin up from where he sat on your back, allowing you to get up.

You both, plus Michael who was resting on Ranboo's hip, began to pick up everything that had dropped out of the portal with you.

Once everything was gathered up, you three wandered through the iron doors of Philza's home and looked around curiously.

Two cats, one named Pog and one named Champ, came up to you both, chirping and meowing eagerly before pausing suddenly. They most likely expected Phil...

Michael gave a loud squealing noise at the sight of the cats and squirmed out of Ranboo's hold, running over to pet the cats.

Ranboo set off to find food in the chests, scribbling in his memory book the entire time.

You, on the other hand, dug through your bags to find materials you had brought to make three beds. One yellow, one grey and the other (f/c).

Once you placed each of them beside each other, Michael eagerly hopped into the middle one (the yellow one), while Ranboo walked over with plates of steamed carrots and baked potatoes.

"Stressed?" He mumbled softly, watching you stare down at your wrist where the tattoo of a heart with deep grooves in the center rested. The exact place the three hearts tattoos were, "I-I know, it's going to be a little different... But... Maybe it's a good different! ...Please, eat something and then get some sleep. Phil will check on us in the morning, and you know how he can get..."

With a smile, he handed you the plate and a fork before sitting on the floor at the foot of the beds with his own plate. Luckily he had given Michael a golden apple before he had gone to look for food, so the child was quietly drifting off to sleep, "Do... You really think that running was the best option?" You whispered, taking a bite of the vegetables.

"I... What else could we have done?" He frowned, setting his crown beside him before taking a bite of his own food, "We couldn't fight them... and they were definitely not going to let you go so easily. Hell... Tubbo... My own fiance was threatening to kill me because I was talking to you and caring for your burns!" He hissed, tilting his head back with his eyes pinched shut tightly, trying so hard not to cry.

You quickly walked over and moved his plate so it rested on his bed and you wrapped your arms around him tightly. The enderman hybrid eagerly returned the hug, crying into your shoulder so the fabric of your clothes soaked up his tears, "Should... I have just... Accepted their love, and maybe learn to love them back? For everyone's sake?" You whispered, your voice wavering as you tried to keep your composure.

"Absolutely not!" He yanked himself back from your shoulder to give you a glare, "That relationship would not have been healthy whether you loved either of them or not! They would've kept you locked away like a prized possession, and they would've severely hurt anyone who tried to interact with you!"

"I- I know... But..." You glanced down, but Ranboo tilted your head upwards so you were looking at him, but you still avoided eye contact so it didn't make him uncomfortable, "Your... Your relationship..."

Ranboo sighed, "I know. But, I'd rather that he showed me his true colours and I divorced him again for that, rather than him manipulating someone into loving him... and putting everyone else in danger in response. Now. We have a lot to do tomorrow. Finish eating and get some sleep."

The next morning, Philza practically slammed open the iron doors to his own house, looking a tad bit out of breath and a bit frazzled.

Once he saw you, Michael and Ranboo curled up in a small cuddle pile on the three different coloured beds, he gave a loud sigh of relief and adjusted his striped bucket hat.

Thankfully, the father of Minecraft let you three sleep for a little while before waking you and Ranboo up around noon.

First, he gave you both spare elytra's and so you could keep up with his massive black avian wings.

Ranboo's turned into massive black and purple dragon wings, while yours turned into (f/c) (f/a) wings.

Phil showed you both the end realm and his Endlantis, which he gave Ranboo special water protection potions so he could swim through the waters as well.

This man basically treated you three as if you were his own children!

Taught you how to fly.

Taught you how to cook properly.

Everything!

And basically survive with bare minimums.

Once you both got better at flying, a few months later, Philza rEAAALLY wanted to take you to the massive project he called Nether Void.

"Ready, mates?" Philza walked over and ruffled the hair on both your and Ranboo's heads with a soft smile, somehow unbothered by the blistering heat of the hellscape, "Double check your potions, armour durability and food supply."

Ranboo mostly stopped wearing his crown because it had problems staying on when he flew and because it had a lot of memories tied to it, so he didn't want it damaged. He had also stopped wearing his tux, instead, he wore plain black pants and a white ruffled poet shirt with a purple short cape that had a golden trim and gold chains, which was a gift from Philza.

You on the other hand wore something similar but with a(n) (f/c) poet shirt and a(n) (f/c) and gold cape. Your cape was also a gift from the fatherly figure as well, and so was the (f/c) infinity scarf type fabric wrapped around your shoulder over your chest that helped you carry and protect Michael as you flew, "Yep, we're ready to go, Mr. Dadza Minecraft!" You gave him a mock salute with a smile as he laughed.

Ranboo checked on Michael who was nibbling on a golden apple before he helped put the zombie piglin child into your scarf carrier, "Yeah, everyone seems safe!" He chirped softly as he adjusted his cape to spread his wings, shaking them out a bit in the heat of the lava.

"Let's go!" You cheered softly once you made sure Michael was 100% secure and wouldn't fall out somehow, "Food is stocked up and in my bag, as well as Regen and Health pots, and a first aid kit and two extra totems."

Philza gave you a proud father smile and took off first, hovering in the air for a few seconds as he waited for both of you to catch up. Thankfully, he knew very well that you both likely would never be able to catch up to his skill in flying as he had been born with massive feathered wings hundreds of years ago. You and Ranboo had never been into the air until a few months ago. Once you both caught up, he took off and soared through the burning hot nether.

Phil loved telling you both the stories of the lands. The Blaze Empress who lived in the Quartress, the foolish Ender King...

You and Ranboo always listened to his stories with such eagerness, often asking him to retell the stories when you were having a bad day or just wanted to relax.

The elder male actually greatly enjoyed having two children to raise again, even if he didn't have the best track record with sane children.

When he did leave to go to the DreamSMP, he would always promise you both that he would be safe and NEVER left without saying goodbye, even if he was angry or upset with either one of you.

He never wants his last words to someone to be filled with anger or hatred.

Somedays he would go to the SMP, you and Ranboo would not leave the house, just out of fear that he wouldn't come back, or that Tubbo and Tommy would come out instead of Phil.

Both you and Ranboo were plagued by nightmares very often for the first few weeks and woke up in tears in the middle of the night.

As old as Phil was, he had absolutely no problems comforting either of you in the middle of the night, same with Ranboo.

"Here mates..." He whispered softly as he handed you a hot beverage and gave Ranboo a grass block, "You're safe here... I promise. I would have to allow either of them into the server, and that would never happen... Especially now that I know what kind of people my sons are..."

You sighed and put your hand on Ranboo's back as he sobbed into your shoulder, using the fabric of his shirt to dry his tears before they burned his skin, "I know... I know... There's just the overwhelming fear that suddenly I'll wake up and I'll be back in the SMP and-and..." You decided not to finish your sentence, nuzzling into Ranboo's hair to try and keep yourself calm.

"Last I checked... Techno scared them off from the Tundra... But I haven't been in Snowchester or near the Embassy enough to know what Tubbo and Tommy are doing. But Ghostbur said that Tubbo has gone absolutely nuts... And Sam had to steal the nukes so Tubbo wouldn't destroy anything else... He also said Tommy on the other hand hasn't done anything except visit Dream in prison constantly."

Ranboo gave a shaky sigh and glanced over at Michael, most likely extremely happy that he brought his child along so he didn't have to deal with a psychotic Tubbo... Hell, he didn't know what would've happened to his kid if he did leave him. The thought caused him to give a small sob and hide his face again, holding onto you tighter and practically pulling your smaller form into his lap, trying to silently promise you safety and using you to remind him that he wasn't alone.

"We... we can't thank you enough, Phil... Really... You taught us so many life skills, kept us safe and promised us a safe haven... Allowed us to your private server..." You whispered, before feeling the warm cup being taken from your hand before a hand replaced it.

"Honestly... It's the least I can do to protect you both... You two have become two children to me, and, while I haven't been able to raise you from children like Techno, Wil and Tommy..." He didn't continue his sentence, struggling to form sentences, but both you and Ranboo understood and were quick to yank him into your little cuddle pile/hug, the two of you eagerly hugging him.

"Thank you... Dadza..."

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