#clarification: MINECRAFT DOG

[stars-on-my-bedroom-ceiling]

my dog just died 😔😔😔😔

[suenitos]

it’s also crazy to say shipping deteriorated their friendship when 2 months ago dream was calling george beautiful on twitter and posting two clarification tweets showing george is in fact in the picture and why he was saying “minecraft has never been so beautiful”. and a week ago softened like crazy telling us george is doing ok. if they really were only friends and had nothing going on why would george still be in florida after loving LA so much like bro doesn’t even had a room to stay in when he visits LA now. anyone who is so anti dnf is just dumb like sorry do yall believe trump when he says people are eating cats and dogs too

woah what a turn at the end there 😭 i don’t think that’s really equivalent like at all but the rest of this is so based

[thatqueerbat]

these are really interesting to look through even to just see how things are classified by others, esp given that we're talking about [vanilla+] minecraft (the series i tend to watch at least), so a fair amount of categories can't really be Visually obvious, its all intent and storytelling

but an issue i did notice! since some series have so many seasons, and so many povs that may/may not overlap, that yeses in more specific categories (like specific instances of violence/language/etc, not generals like loud noises or animals harmed, which is a probability for mcyt in general) aren't actually that helpful without clarification in the comments

like ticking yes for, idk, a dog dying after watching mumbos pov of hermitcraft s6, wont be applicable to, say, grians pov of s8, or even his s6 pov, if that scene doesn't overlap with him

so if you are filling these out, and thinking about specific times a thing happens, please add a comment adding what series/pov/etc! since an smp just has one overall page, vs specific pages for each season/pov, so you wouldn't be able to actually know when something specific happens without being told

Content warnings for MCYT-related series, via Does the Dog Die

Remember that these pages are voted on by users, it is recommended for you to vote yourself if you know a work since people may misremember things, and it helps make things clearer!

Dream SMP

Empires SMP

Fable SMP

Generation Loss

Hermitcraft

Highcraft

Life SMP Series

Minecraft Diaries

Outsiders SMP

QSMP

Rats SMP

SBI Rust

Slimecicle Cinematic Universe

SMPEarth

SMPLive + TekkitLive

[tempest-toss]

March Recap

Heya, just wanna try outsomething new, and that's a recap of what happened in the month, since I post a lot. If this is helpful I'll make it a continued thing. Here we goooo

Line break because it's looong. I still hope you read it though :)

We start out the month with I learning that a lot of friends had left the discord for various reasons

Site 230 had a tremor which leveled the site. It was rebuilt with a new fountain piece, in honor of an anomalous service dog

Edited the Brunshire mini vignette to not include the reference to Danganronpa

Was given preconceptions/headcanons for Eleven, Five, and FOur

I had to split the GOI list into two lists. This is because on top of adding new GOIs, I added blurbs for all of them. The following are the new GOIs: Applegate Aristocracy, Black Bullet Barrage, Cacophony Symphony, Cracked Clubs, Gallery a la Mort, Hades Hotel, Kretchmar College, The Cinephile Club, The Golden Gambler Casino, and The Moonshine Makers

I began the Clarification series, to clarify things that might be confusing.

New POIs were added. They included: Yam, Uva, The Host, The Zodiac Assassins, "Mr. Jacket", Grammy Long Legs, Scorpion Siblings, The Great Collaborations, Velma Valdiva, Geordi Applegate, Victor Viscovian, Clover Strimling, Hades Kalliope, Amanda Whoolery, Maddie Chirban, Symon Zain, Jack Royal, Old Man Whittaker, and Ava Rutledge.

Discussed with @dcwnthercbbithcle about Lily Teca having the short end of the stick

Gave Pros and Cons for dating Ten, Four, Eleven, 13-ii, Twelve, and One

I wrote a small piece on One's daughter, Holly Tome, in which I created a reason for Brunshire students being able to escape

Ten revealed to Min the dancing parrots of Minecraft

Dropped a little grenade shell that revealed that Holly killed a third of her school's population

Ten had a movie night with his sister and brother off-screen

Based on another blog, I had all the O5s workout, as seen in the post "Triple photo upload"

I realized I had no birthdays set for anyone on Tempest

Five got burger all over One's keys

Five was praised and Three felt horrible at the thought of burger ruining his access to his sidecar

Three was belittled by an anon

Eleven realized he ha no factotum

Ten celebrated his birthday on Mar. 10

Birthdays were given to all O5s

Ten celebrated both with friends and with Four

RP memes were changed, to now be scenarios revolving around the characters instead of roleplaying with no one.

Three was confused with Min's statement about multiple siblings

Four mocked Dr. Lorenza for barely being able to doggy paddle

Eleven wrote to his niece and to his "niece". The latter was named Carolyn Jones, who began looking up to Eleven as an uncle

Four lamented his animal magnetism

A part of Nine's faceplate won't stay stuck

I gushed about Five, Four, and Ten

Five told Min to believe in Otto

Four's questioning of the phrase "forest police" led him to finally converse with Foundingverse. He and Siegel have a friendly spar planned for the future.

Four offered to turn Siegel into a werewolf

Six wondered if non-human languages can contribute to someone being multilingual

Four received a silver ring with the polycule's names engraved in it from Ten

Five gave her favorite flavor of popcorn.

Yam joined Site 230 (actually waaay earlier, back during the reconnstruction

Marcus Woods was led to Site 230, wearing the Soul Locket, which contained spirits of serial killers and mass murderers

Five was sad that Eight wouldn't let her go outside in the rain

Four mocked Dr. Lorenza again

Ten threatened anons for another blog Nine voiced his concerns for Teeth Yam felt happy that Teeth cared Five didn't wanna be a snitch Thirteen jinxed Teeth Three offered to have his brother save Teeth. Somebody else beat him to it One had Three send his brother away

Ten made a motivational board to get others to do their miscellaneous tasks Four's task involved making more werewolves

My autosave failed and deleted work

Yam used his yam to provide comfort to a traumatized Teeth Yam accepted Teeth's gift and provided the secret family recipe as a thank-you gift to the thank-you gift

Dropped some lore on some of the Troupe of Shadows members

Five lightly questioned Min's honesty

Gave a voice canon scenario that would include 13-ii having Withered Bonnie's voice

Ten was confused by Min calling Billy the Puppet Jigsaw

I forgot Eleven's birthday

My headphones broke

I gave the body counts for the O5s

I gave the first eleven spirits of the Soul Locket

Five wondered if she had to make a baby shower gift

I made a piece revealing the Redaction Office

Eleven visited Site 230 out of disguise

Another nine spirits were revealed in the Soul Locket

Eleven was injured

Eleven discussed sites and the correlation of improved living with happiness

Three's riches were volunteered to fund Min

Missed a few things but that's alright!

Here's to a great April!

[yourfavepacmanghost]

Poly! Dream team with an s/o with tics!

(Just an idea I had in my head! I wrote this in 10 minutes and didn't proofread so lower your standards XD)

I myself experience tics! I fashioned this after how my tics work so do not take this as gospel!

Okay but these bois would try so hard to educate themselves!

They all have different ways of going about it!

Sapnap asks many questions!

Please tell him if you want him to stop

He's v afraid he's going to ask a 'stupid' question and you'll be mad at him

He just wants to learn more!

Your experiences, whether you want him to mention it or not, what you want him to do

"Does it hurt?"

"Not unless the tic itself hurts, like if it's biting or hitting or something. Otherwise, it's kinda like a sneeze. But yeah it hurts sometimes."

"D:"

Dream and George wouldn't ask as many questions, if you're ever talking they might chime in to ask for clarification on things

But most of the time they like to research on their own!

Occasionally sending you links to articles they read asking things like "Is this accurate?" or "Is this how yours work?"

Heart v full, much love.

If you ever have trouble with any household chores/things your bois will not hesitate to help you!

At first, you don't let them because i n d e p e n d a n c e

But then you end up burning your hand while cooking (B ECAUSE TICS ARE A B ITCH)

You didn't burn it too badly, it just hurt for a lil bit

But all of them are worried about you when you cook from then on

They know you can take care of yourself but they just don't like seeing you hurt !

Dream likes being in the kitchen with you when you cook

That way he can be around in case anything happens but without being too protective!

Man is just chilling, making sure his baby doesn't get hurt

He would be so honored if you ever asked him for help!

Even if its something as simple as cracking an egg (A/n: cracking eggs is the worst thing ever no one @ me)

Reassures you that he doesn't mind at all! Never feel guilty for asking this man for help!

Please do actually he loves feeling needed

Sapnap would not let you cook.

Insists on cooking for you

He's a gentleman, what kinda boyf would he be if he doesn't at least help?

LET THIS MAN TAKE CARE OF YOU HE'D BE SO HAPPY

He would want to cook for you even before the burning incident, but a f t e r

Nope, not on his watch.

If he sees you in the kitchen

It's all puppy dog eyes n "babe let me get that for you"

Somehow you end up with the spatula out of your hands and the meal is cooked before you know it

hOw is this man so convincing

George jus, orders food.

Man doesn't want you cooking but isn't confident in his ability not to burn the house down

SOMEONE has to keep uber eats in business

No need to cook babe Ihop is on its way

Maybe he's spending a bit too much but he doesn't mind you deserve it

Even if he's out doing something if he knows you didn't eat uber eats will be at your door

"George we have food stop ordering!"

"Aw, c'mon love. The faster the food's here the faster we can cuddle!"

Doesn't want you to lift a finger.

Got vocal tics?

Embarrassed by them? (God knows I am-)

These bois love you!

Depending on how you want them to interact with your tics (don't mention it, poke some fun at it, etc) they will give you space if you need it!

But if you give them permission to poke fun at your tics?

Ooh boy

They always make sure you're comfortable ofc!!

For example: George likes being in the same room as you while he's working! You don't even have to be talking, he just likes being in your presence!

He's coding while you're on your phone or something

N he just hears you go "UwU"

WITHOUT MISSING A B E A T THIS MAN JUST GOES

"Damn I didn't know I was dating an e-girl"

"G E O RGE-"

Even though they understand tics can develop randomly, they would feel so guilty if you got a tic from something they said/sent to you!

Let's say Dream is fucking around in Minecraft on call or something

Someone messes up and dream laughs and playfully teases them

"Dude you're throwing"

Your brain just goes "huh n eat" and decides to make you go "Dude you're throwing"

HE FEELS SO BAD

"BABY I'M SO SORRY-"

"IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT"

"I'M STILL SORRY"

They always check in with you!

*tics* "You okay?" "Yea 😅"

God forbid anyone tries to give you shit for it, irl or not

Let's say y'all are at some fancy-schmancy restaurant minding your own business

N SOME BRENDA-LOOKING BITCH HAS THE A U D A C I TY TO TRY TO COMPLAIN (If your name is actually Brenda I am so sorry)

She tries coming over with all of her bullshit

"I'm here with my family and I would appreciate it if you could stop doing that/making all that noise"

Death glares from your three bois

At first you try to explain that you can't control it and there are plenty of tables for her to move to if its that much of a problem-

THIS BITCH CUTS YOU OFF

"Listen here I'm doing the nice thing by asking you to stop, you're ruining everyone's night here and if you could stop-"

She doesn't even get to finish her sentence

In seconds Dream is standing up, deathly calm. "No, you listen here, they didn't do anything wrong. The only thing ruining anyone's night is your entitlement"

BITCH THREATENS TO CALL A MANAGER OVER

Sapnap is just trying to hold himself back, holding your hand under the table, ready to start fighting any second.

George is focused on making sure you're okay, asking if you want to go or not

You decide to leave because you don't want anyone to get into any trouble or sapnap to end up in jail

He's grumbling the entire time

"Fucking Karen, sorry you're having trouble hearing your third husband ask for a divorce and decided to take it out on my fucking partner"

Angy boi

Doesn't like people trying you >:(

Dream is asking if you want to go back a different day

Rich man would totally reserve the entire restaurant if you wanted him to

Only the best for his baby

George is just trying to make you laugh

"The food there sucked anyways, I mean they should've seen her facelift a mile away and refused service"

He melts when he hears you laugh

Y'all end up spending the night getting takeout and watching legally blonde still in your fancy clothes

Cuddle pile!

Overall v good night :3

Your bois would fight wars for you!

They try their best to make sure hate doesn't get to you

Dating a Minecraft YouTuber is hard! Let alone three!!

They never want you to forget how much they love you <3

[ryunumber]

sam and max from sam & max? i would guess that they have the same links and number by virtue of being inseparable in nearly all appearances, but does poker night at the inventory 1, the only game i know of that has max but not sam, change things at all or provide a more interesting link?

Sam & Max have a Ryu Number of 3 2.

(CORRECTION: Courtesy of @kchasm, Santa’s presence in Ice Station Santa gives Sam & Max an actual Ryu Number of 2.)

(old image and clarification below)

Max's solo appearance in Poker Night at the Inventory enables an identical 3 from Heavy to Sonic to Ryu, so it does not reduce his Ryu Number beyond Sam’s.

On the topic of solo appearances by Max, though, there is one other appearance that is valid for Ryu Number purposes: Max, but not Sam, appears in Star Wars: Jedi Knight: Dark Forces II.

I suppose the folks at LucasArts thought a dog in a fedora and suit was a bit much for a Star Wars setting.

Some of you may be curious as to why the route does not include a link between Claptrap and Ryu in Minecraft. I actually did so initially, before further research showed that the Claptrap skin was part of Skin Pack 4, which as of the time of this post was only available for the pre-Bedrock console versions of Minecraft. As such, the Claptrap and Ryu Minecraft skins can never actually appear in the same game build, which is why that link would require another character like Steve as an intermediary.

[smaidjor]

life slips in through a backdoor (the last life pearl and scott fic)

So I know I said a new chapter of the i bet on losing dogs series would be next but I got really attached to galaxy duo in last life and now this exists. I promise I haven't forgotten that series, I just got busy! I'll be editing the promised chapter in the next few days, hopefully I'll be able to post it soon.

Anyways, with that out of the way, disclaimers time! So, disclaimer that I haven't watched Pearl's series yet, so I am deeply sorry if I get her characterization wrong. I did my best. (And a small clarification on Pearl's characterization in this- she comes off as pretty ruthless at points, but she really isn't more so than Scott. Ultimately, neither of them actually want to hurt each other.)

(Also ms. pearlescentmoon if you ever see this, i am so sorry. mr smajor if you see this thats on you for lurking in empiresblr /j (no but really, sorry for making your minecraft roleplay character incredibly sad on numerous occasions.))

So!

Title: life slips in through a backdoor

Word count: 2501

Summary:

In the end, it comes down to this.

Pearl is willing to kill Scott.

Scott is not willing to kill Pearl.

And yet, in the end, she hesitates.

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Last life fic featuring the concept of Pearl and Scott being the final survivors.

Warnings: blood, death, suicide, referenced suicidal thoughts. Neither of them is in a good place emotionally and if that or any of the other mentioned topics may be triggering to you then I would recommend not reading this.

Actual fic under the cut:

In the end, it comes down to this.

Pearl is willing to kill Scott.

Scott is not willing to kill Pearl.

And yet, in the end, she hesitates.

It’s just them left now in this empty world. Pearl isn’t sure which is worse, the thought that their friends are lingering behind, watching over them, or the thought that they’ve entirely abandoned her and Scott. That they aren’t worth watching over.

In the end, Pearl and Scott sit atop Ren’s tower, legs swinging over the edge with recklessness born from loss. The tower is one of the few places left even somewhat intact- they get the best view of the shattered, scorched world from here, not that there’s much left to see.

The snow fort is in shambles, bits of its walls melting and sliding down, the soul sand floors stirred by a hundred footsteps. The Fairy Fort is in ruins, Joel’s bridge is burnt. Magical Mountain hasn’t fared much better- Scar never got the chance to finish repairing his roof after Joel blew it up. Neither did Pearl and Scott, to be fair- the peaceful little cottage Scott built lies in ruins at the base of a massive column of lava around what was once a beautiful tower.

Maybe, in a more peaceful world, they would have spent the hours required to drain away the lava, to rebuild the cottage from ground up until it became a cozy place to live once more. In this one, they simply...ran out of time. There was never enough time for this place to become beautiful, not with the lingering threat of death over all their heads.

Even now, Pearl can hear the metaphorical clock ticking; it’s only a matter of time before one of them snaps and kills the other. Scott is so close to the edge, it would be so easy to push him off…

But Pearl is in the same position, and by the look in Scott’s exhausted, red eyes, he knows it. And yet he’s made no move to hurt her.

“One of us is going to have to kill the other,” Pearl says. There’s no use beating around the bush when it comes to this- they wasted all their time on the struggle for survival, leaving none for pretty words or delicate conversations.

“I don’t want to,” Scott replies.

“Don’t want to kill me, or don’t want to die?”

“Both. Neither. I don’t know.”

“Me neither,” she admits.

The silence that falls is near-suffocating, broken only by the faint whistle of wind through the trees.

Eventually-

“I don’t want to be alone,” Scott says, and Pearl’s known him long enough to know that’s more of a confession than he lets on.

“I don’t think I want to either, Scott,” she tells him. “Who would?”

“One of us has to die,” he says. It’s not an answer.

She leans her head on his shoulder. “I know. I’m sorry, for all that’s worth.”

He rests his head on top of hers. “Me too.”

Another beat of silence.

“So, what do we do?”

“I don’t know.” It’s strange to hear those words from Scott, Scott who always has a plan, who’s always taking charge, who always has at least some idea of what to do, where to go.

Pearl doesn’t think she likes that. “I mean, you’re right, like you said, one of us has to die, but...who? Do we just battle it out in some appropriately dramatic location?”

Scott doesn’t answer for a moment, and when he does, his voice is controlled, calm, any emotion carefully ironed out. “I won’t kill you.”

“Why not? Do you not feel the blood lust?” Pearl certainly can. Her heartbeat thrums louder in her ears and she’s vividly- painfully- aware of how precarious their position is, how vulnerable Scott is with his legs swinging over the edge and his head resting on hers. She could throw him off the tower. She could slide a knife into his ribs- her hand is already resting in the perfect spot.

Scott shrugs. “I never said I didn’t. But quelling the urge isn’t worth the consequences.”

She gets it, in a way. She’s not sure if she could live with herself if she killed him now, tempting as it is. “Yeah, I wouldn’t want to deal with the guilt either.”

“Oh, it’s not that. It’s that I’ve already lived through being the last one alive of a pair, and I’m not keen on doing it again.”

Oh.

“Do you know how lonely it gets?” Scott goes on. “How bitter the ache is, knowing that you’re alone, your person is gone? Ren killing me was a mercy.”

“Will you ask me to do you the same mercy?” Maybe Pearl from five lives and a war ago would have hesitated at the blunt phrasing, but now, she asks the question with mere curiosity. Some fundamental part of her died with those five lives, some soft, innocent part that still balked at the cruel reality they’ve been forced into.

“I won’t fight back if you do decide to hurt me,” Scott tells her. It’s a roundabout way of saying it, but it gives an answer to Pearl’s question well enough: yes.

She knows- they both know- that she can’t hold back the urge to kill forever. This is a game that can only have one winner; refusing to fight back is, in essence, suicide.

She doesn’t want to hurt him.

And yet….

“Is there a way you want to die?”

“Quickly, and while looking hot.”

That startles a snort out of her, and he laughs too, shoulder shaking under her head.

“Scott!”

“What? It’s the truth.”

Pearl snorts again, less humorous this time. “Any other requests?”

“I don’t care if you give me a proper grave, but if you do, bury me with a handful of poppies. Take care of the axolotls, of course. And Pearl?”

“Yeah?”

Scott lifts his head, turning around to face her properly. “Live for me, alright?”

She’s startled by the sudden lump in her throat, taking in the bags under his eyes, the bruises still littering his face, the sheer sincerity of those red eyes. It’s a twisted parallel to how they used to stare into each other’s eyes and hope not to be boogeyman; then, they hoped to never have to take a life, especially not from each other. Now, Scott is looking into her eyes and asking her to take his.

Pearl swallows hard. “I will.”

Scott laughs, then, a sound with no true mirth to it. “It’s selfish of me, really, to ask you to live when I’m doing my best to avoid doing that. Then again, you always wanted to survive a bit more than I did.”

“It’s true,” she agrees. “You have lines you won’t cross. I’m more willing to bend my rules, though there's some I won't break, you know?”

“It’s a good trait to have. I can’t fault you for it.”

“I do what it takes to win, I guess.”

“You do.”

“Still,” Pearl says, “I wish it wasn’t you that I had to kill.”

“So do I, but here we are.”

Guilt swirls in her stomach. “I’m sorry.”

His smile is sad. “It’s alright.”

“No, it’s not! It’s not fair that we’re all stuck here, it’s not fair that there can only be one winner, it’s not fair that it has to be me and you. It’s not.”

He reaches out, tugging her into a hug that’s made all the more dangerous by the ten-meter drop that their legs are dangling over. It’s awkward, a strange tangle of limbs with both of their bodies angled awkwardly, but it’s the closest to home that she’s gotten since Last Life began.

Scott doesn’t say ‘I love you’. He doesn’t say ‘I’m sorry’. He doesn’t say ‘I trust you with my life and my death’. But his head is resting on her shoulder, and the chinks in his armor would be so very easy for her to take advantage of in this position, and Pearl understands, on some level, at least a little of what he’s trying to communicate.

He pulls away, eventually, and reaches for the straps on his chestplate.

The survival instinct that’s been drilled into her flares in alarm. “What are you doing?”

“It’s pretty hard to stab someone through a chestplate,” Scott replies wryly.

“Oh- are we doing this now?”

“I think it’s better to. Unless you have loose ends you want to tie up before my untimely death?”

Pearl almost laughs. “You’re terrible, Scott.”

He gives her his classic head tilt and smile, with just an edge of sorrow behind the playful grin. “You love me.”

She can’t argue with that. “Where should we…”

“I was thinking back at our original base. It seems fitting.”

“I mean, most of it is covered in lava, but I see your point.”

Scott laughs at that- this time, his laugh is more genuine, though more tired. “I’m sure we can find a clear patch somewhere.”

They take their time going down the tower. There’s no need to rush, not when what they’re rushing towards is such a terrible, inevitable tragedy. There’s a makeshift cobblestone staircase winding around the interior of the tower- briefly, Pearl wonders who made it.

“Good thing this is here, huh?” She tries for a smile with those words.

“You’re welcome,” Scott replies, and she can imagine the grin on his face. “I made these stairs for Cleo,” he adds. “She never carried building supplies on her- to this day, I don’t know why.”

“I guess we’ll never know now.” It’s sobering to think of the companion they’ve lost- Cleo wasn’t with them from day one, but she was a good friend. She saved Pearl’s life, once. Pearl doesn’t suppose that even if she and Scott weren’t forced to kill each other, they could ever shake the sense of something missing. Even now, Pearl finds herself glancing behind to make sure Cleo’s following once in a while, and she’s always surprised by the empty space where a fiery-haired zombie should be.

Their trio is already incomplete. Pearl dreads being the last one left of it.

All too soon, they’ve made it back to the ruins of the Scottage. Scott looks around, one hand on his hip, looking for all the world like he’s getting ready to scold some kids for vandalizing his house rather than searching for a place to die. She stays quiet, not wanting to force the moment to come any sooner than necessary.

Soon- too soon- he calls her over to a quiet little spot near their walls, untouched by the lava, soft moss under their feet. It’s nice. Peaceful. There’s even a couple of dandelions springing out of the ground nearby, blooming despite the chill of the forest they’ve chosen to live in.

It’s a very Scott spot to pick. He loves flowers and cute things and moss, of course it would be here.

Pearl swallows hard as he settles down in the grass with the air of a cat picking a comfortable spot to sleep. “Here?”

“Here,” Scott confirms. “Hang on a moment, though.”

“Yeah?” For just a second, she thinks he’s changed his mind, but all he does is take off his jacket and wrap it around her shoulders.

“There we go, we’re good now. Go whenever you’re ready.”

Her heartbeat is pounding in her ears, urging her on as she draws her favorite knife, the one that’s stuck with her through all the hundred fights of Last Life, the one that was enchanted using the table she and Scott stole from Joel.

Just kill him. He’s so vulnerable, Pearl’s mind whispers. Her heart is so loud she can’t hear anything else over the pulse of blood, each beat bringing them closer to the inevitable ending.

She rests her knife directly over his heart, between his ribs. The barest hint of pressure, and suddenly there’s a spot of blood blooming on his chest, and suddenly Pearl can’t do this.

Scott is smiling at her, a gentle look he spares for very few, but that can’t stop the panic swelling in her chest. She doesn’t want to- she can’t- her heart is still pounding, the voice in her head demanding blood, but Pearl doesn’t want blood. Not like this. Maybe if Scott fought back, forced her to choose between his death and hers, she could do this. But with his soft gaze on her, something fond in the edges of his smile as he lets her kill him- she can’t. Suddenly, Pearl has her answer to the question from earlier- it’s worse if their friends are watching them, if they’re witnessing her hands shake and her breaths come shallow as her knife rests over the heart of the one person who never did her any harm. If they’re witnessing her shame.

The world demands blood. Pearl can’t give that to it.

Words are falling past her lips before she can stop them, coming out shaky and breathless. “Scott, please, I can’t- please, not like this. Please, Scott, please.”

“Shh, shhh, I know,” Scott soothes. He reaches up, hands wrapping around hers where they’re clutching the knife with white knuckles. His eyes are gentle, sorrowful, when he promises “It’s going to be alright, Pearl.”

And before Pearl can stop him, he yanks the knife towards him, sliding between his ribs with perfect accuracy. He’s dead before his body hits the ground, a knife in his heart and a smile on his face.

Pearl doesn’t scream. She doesn’t sob, or call his name, or beg for this all to be a cruel joke on the part of the universe. She’s too well acquainted with the universe to think that any of its cruelty could ever be a joke.

Instead, she stares numbly at Scott- Scott, who was laughing with her not even an hour ago, who was the kindest person in this hell of a server, who was her friend.

The blood spreading on his chest almost looks like a flower.

Poppies, Pearl remembers. He loved poppies.

He never said why.

Now she’ll never know, just like she’ll never know why Cleo didn’t carry blocks on her, or why her teammates called themselves widows and laughed, bitter and resigned.

She picks poppies from around the map. She closes Scott’s hands around the bouquet, and she tries not to remember his hands closing around hers on the knife.

She buries him with the poppies, and puts her beanie on his head to keep him warm.

She plants flowers on his grave.

The tombstone- which no one but her will ever see- reads

Scott Smajor

Beloved friend and husband

“Live for me, will you?”

In the end, it comes down to this.

Pearl was willing to kill Scott.

Scott wasn’t willing to kill Pearl.

She sits at his gravesite, his jacket wrapped around her, and cries.

There’s no one but the poppies to hear her.

[arc852]

A Companion for Loneliness 1/2

Summary: Tommy is lonely, so Phil takes the advice of Tommy’s therapist and gets him a pet.

Warnings: Dehuminization (treating people like pets)

Word Count:  2234

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 Phil hung up the phone and let out a long sigh, hanging his head. The call from his boss, about having to work longer hours, was a good thing money wise. Especially since his boss guaranteed he’d be paid overtime for the longer hours. What it wasn’t good for was his son.

 Now Tommy was old enough to take care of himself. The fifteen year old reminded him of that everyday, calling himself a big man and other such similar things. But, though Tommy didn’t admit it, Phil knew that he got lonely when Phil was out all day and night at his job. And especially now that it was summer, Tommy no longer had school to distract him from that loneliness. 

 Phil was hoping to spend more time with Tommy during the summer but with his increase in hours, that wasn’t going to be possible. It wouldn’t be so bad if Tommy had friends to hang out with but…

 Of course, that wasn’t Tommy’s fault. But it made Phil feel even worse about not being able to be there for his son.

 His phone rang again, pulling Phil out of his thoughts. He glanced at the caller ID before answering it. “Hey Puffy,” Tommy’s therapist was a wonderful young woman and had helped Tommy a lot. Tommy didn’t see her as often anymore but Puffy always made sure to call every once in a while to see how things were going. Phil appreciated it and he knew Tommy did too.

 “Hey Mr. Minecraft! Just checking in. How is Tommy doing? Summer should be starting soon, right?” Puffy asked, cheerful as always. 

 “Yeah, it just started actually. And Tommy’s...good.” The silence he received made Phil wince.

 “And how is Tommy actually doing?” Puffy asked, tone softer this time. Phil sighed. He really couldn’t get anything past Puffy. Not that he was really trying to but still.

 “He is doing well at the moment but I just received some news from my work. I...They need me to put in extra hours. The money will be great for us but--” He was cut off.

 “But Tommy will be left all alone.”

 Phil shut his eyes, using his free hand to rub at them. “Yeah. For the most part. And I hate doing that to him but there really isn’t anything I can do about it.”

 “...Have you thought about getting Tommy a pet?” Puffy said suddenly and Phil opened his eyes again, blinking.

 “A pet?”

 “Yeah, ya know, a companion to keep Tommy company and distracted while you're gone. Pets are wonderful for that sort of thing.” Puffy explained. Phil had never thought about that before, mostly because he never really cared for having a pet in the first place. But if it was to help Tommy…

 “So, should I get him a dog? Or would a cat be better? A hamster?” What pet would be best for Tommy?

 “Actually, for Tommy, I was thinking more along the lines of a borrower.”

 “A borrower?” Phil didn’t pay much attention to things happening around the world but even he had heard about the discovery of borrowers several years ago. They were huge back then but the hype had died down over the years. They were still fairly popular but the novelty had long since worn off. “Why a borrower for Tommy?”

 “Well, unlike other pets, they can actually have conversations with us.” Puffy said and, well, she had a really good point there. “It might be good for Tommy to be able to talk with someone. My nephew recently got his own pet borrower and he loves him and my son has had one for years. They make great companions, in ways a dog or cat can’t be. I think one would be perfect for Tommy.”

 Phil had been nodding along, a smile slowly creeping onto his face. It really did sound perfect. A pet that would not only distract Tommy but one he could also speak to and hang out with. 

 “I think I’ll take you up on your advice Puffy, thank you so much.” Phil could hear the smile on Puffy’s face as he spoke back.

 “That’s what I’m here for! Literally. Anyway, let me know how it goes and I wish you luck in picking one out for Tommy. Oh and I would stick to males when picking out a borrower and either around Tommy’s age or a bit older. It’ll hopefully make it easier for Tommy to connect with a borrower like that.”

 Phil nodded despite knowing Puffy couldn’t see him. “Thank you Puffy. Talk to you later.”

 “Bye Mr. Minecraft!” And with that, Puffy hung up. Phil placed his phone down on his desk, feeling better about the whole situation. He glanced at the time and went to grab his keys.

 He started working again tomorrow, so he might as well go out and get Tommy that borrower while he could.

***

 Phil entered the pet store, looking around to try and see where they kept their borrowers. He must have looked as lost as he felt though, as an employee came up to him with a smile on her face. Her name tag read Niki. 

 “Hello sir, is there anything I could help you with today?” Her voice was cheerful and authentic. It made Phil smile.

 “Yes, actually. Um, I’m here to buy my fifteen year old son a borrower.” Phil said and he almost missed the way Niki shifted and tensed up slightly at the mention of a borrower. But as quickly as it came it went and Niki was back to her relaxed self. Phil must have imagined it.

 “Of course! Right this way, I’ll show you our selection of borrowers.” Niki started walking towards the back of the store and Phil followed, looking down the aisles as they passed them. Finally, Niki turned into one and Phil followed, seeing the rows of cages filled with borrowers. Though, there weren't as many as Phil would have first thought.

 “Our selection in this store is a little small but you should be able to find one here.” Niki said with a smile. Phil glanced around at the cages, biting his lip at all the choices. How was he supposed to pick?

 “You said this was for your son, right?” Niki chimed in again and Phil’s gaze landed back on her as he nodded.

 “Yeah, my job is keeping me extra long this summer and my son...doesn’t really have any friends. He gets lonely, though he won’t admit it, and I feel bad for leaving him. His therapist is the one who suggested I get him a borrower, actually.” Phil explained.

 “I see.” Niki hummed. Phil noticed how her gaze had softened though it was weird considering Phil hadn’t noticed her tense before. “Well, I have to go back to the front but there are a few borrowers in that last cage at the end of the aisle that might catch your eye.” She pointed at said cage, gave Phil a smile and then walked past him to head back up to the front.

 Phil watched her go and then turned back towards the cage she had pointed at. He headed over that way, glancing into the cage once he came upon it. There were about five in this one cage and Phil looked them all over. A couple seemed to simply ignore him, while one seemed to try and make itself smaller and another refused to even look at him.

 The fifth one though, was actually actively glaring at him. 

 Phil blinked, meeting that one's gaze. It was hard to make out the finer details of his face from the corner he was sitting in but he was clearly tall for a borrower, or at least, compared to the others in the cage with him, and his hair sat in a similar way to Tommy’s but was brown instead of blond.

 In fact, though Phil couldn’t quite place why, this borrower reminded him a lot of Tommy right off the bat. Maybe it was the fire behind that glare or even just the hair, but it was there and Phil couldn’t ignore it.

 “Hello mate,” He said in greeting, smiling softly and ignoring the glare. The borrower jumped slightly but his glare only hardened. “What’s your name?” 

 “F*** off.” The borrower spat out and Phil’s eyes widened. He was reminded of Tommy more by the second. 

 Well, that had been easier than Phil thought.

 He stood up straight and walked away, ignoring the confused look the borrower had sent him. When he came back with Niki, the borrower’s eyes widened and he hurried to a stand. “Oh f*** no.”

 “I had a feeling you’d take a liking to Wilbur.” Niki said with a smile towards Phil.

 “Wilbur?” Phil asked for clarification and Niki nodded.

 “That’s his name. Wilbur Soot, 22 years old. He was caught and brought into this pet store around 6 months ago.” Niki explained and then turned her attention to said borrower. “Hey Wilbur, it looks like today is the day.”

 Wilbur shook his head, looking panicked. “N-No! What the hell, Niki?!”

 Phil glanced between the two, confused. Niki let out a little sigh and sent a sad smile towards Phil. “Sorry, he’s just nervous.” She turned back to Wilbur. “Trust me Wil, this will be good for you.” Phil watched as she reached in and wrapped her hand around the borrower. Said borrower squirmed and tried to fight his way out of the grip but it proved fruitless. Niki brought him out of the large cage, only to place him into the smaller one she had brought with her from the front.

 Once he was locked inside, he was handed over to Phil. “Alright, let’s go and get the payment all settled.” Niki said and Phil nodded, following her once again back towards the front. He handed his card over once Niki took to the register and Niki started the payment process.

 “Were you getting anything else today?” Niki asked, she was still smiling but it was a little less wide than before. Phil blinked at the question, glancing down at the borrower in the small cage. He was still being glared at but now the little guy was curled in on himself near the center of the cage.

 “Um...should I be getting something else? Sorry, this was sort of a last minute thing. What exactly do borrowers need?” Phil asked, feeling sheepish at his lack of knowledge. Thankfully, Niki’s understanding gaze made him feel better.

 “Well, honestly, they don’t need a lot. Or, at least, they don’t need a lot of things that you need to buy. They eat human food just fine, so no need to waste money on that. I would recommend a borrower bed for him to sleep in though. And a collar for if he gets lost but those aren’t required.” Niki explained and Phil nodded along. 

 “That sounds good. Could you throw in a borrower bed and I’ll go ahead and take the collar too.” Phil said and Niki nodded, fetching the items and placing them in a small bag. She then rang up the order and Phil was hesitant to see the price. But when it appeared on screen his eyes widened. It wasn’t nearly as much as he would have thought.

 “Here you go.” She handed over the bag, which Phil took and picked back up the cage that he had placed on the counter.

 “Thank you so much for your help.” Phil said and Niki grinned.

 “Of course, if you need anything again, I’m happy to help!” They waved goodbye and then Phil was out the door.

 He got into his car but hesitated placing Wilbur down into the front seat. He looked down at the borrower, noticing how the little guy hadn’t moved much from his earlier position but now he seemed to be refusing to look at him. He looked sad and it made Phil’s heart melt just a little bit. 

 “Hey mate,” He spoke and Wilbur’s head snapped up to look at him. The glare was back but it was less intense this time, another emotion that Phil couldn’t quite pinpoint getting in the way of the heat. “Just thought I should explain. I’m getting you for my son, Tommy. He’s fifteen and doesn’t have any friends. His therapist suggested I get him a borrower, so here we are.”

 Wilbur’s expression dropped and Phil suddenly felt the need to reassure him. “Don’t worry though, Tommy is a good kid and I’m sure he’ll love you. You’ll be just fine.” Satisfied with that amount of reassurance, Phil put Wilbur’s cage down and locked it into place with the seatbelt, just in case.

 Once he was sure the cage and the borrower inside were secure, Phil started up the car. He glanced at the time and hummed to himself. “Should probably pick up some dinner on the way home.” He’d pick up Tommy’s favorite, to try and further ease the pain the news of him working extra hours would bring. Hopefully the food and the new pet will be enough for Tommy.

 “Don’t worry mate, we’ll be home soon.” He spoke aloud to Wilbur again, for some extra reassurance before backing out of the parking space and rolling out of the parking lot.

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hi im lewis and i need money becasue uhhhh no actual reason jsut money is good to have

i dont really have a slot limit, and you're best contacting me either here on tumblr (arvoze), on twitter (arvozephyr) or via email (arvozephyr@gmail.com). payment is thru paypal via the email provided, i don’t know how invoices work

these are all the same thing so there's like, no "sketch" "lined" etc it's all - £10 i guess* - kinda sketchy - fullbody - coloured - will be shaded 2 the best of my ability - minimal background; like one or two shapes probably - using no more than 4 - 5 colours - on ms paint - more examples can be found in this tag (among some kinda unrelated stuff, srry LMAO)

* if its a keroro gunso/sgt frog oc i can probably do it for less

please note that: - strictly one character, if you want more than one character i can do x amount of illustrations(?) at a kinda cheaper price i guess but that's open for discussion - if your character of choice has a complex design, i WILL simplify it, but i'll try my best to get as close to the original design as possible - i deliberately botch anatomy to suit my needs regarding this style

ill draw a lot of things idk. for clarification: yeah you can ask about video game characters etc it’s not strictly ocs

i wont draw any form of ns.fw or complicated mechs (open for discussion depending on design). i will not draw most forms of go.re. i would like to avoid most common feral animals (cats, dogs, wolves) and anthros but please ask me first.

other important stuff below the cut 4 ppl who are actually interested i guess

please provide at least one fullbody reference image of the character you want. i CAN work with minecraft skins as reference images, but details may be wonky.

i would be grateful if you could provide one main colour you'd like, but you're not required to. i usually go for the "main" singular colour of a character (ie of your character wears a green coat, i'll probably use green for the most part). i would additionally be grateful if you could provide a personality or something of the sorts for the character, so i could attempt to figure out a pose for them. just giving me a reference image of a pose works too. don't feel required to do this, it's not mandatory, i just don't want to do something you won't like.

i dont draw with "clean" lines. this is evident in all of my examples.

i'll respond to you with the uncoloured scribble for you to check over, and for you to tell me if anything needs to be changed. this will include the background colour (as i start with the background colour) and the dark original character lines. i will probably give you several updates just to make sure.

the earliest examples in my tag provided are of varying quality because they were all drawn for free, for artfight; several of them are higher quality. most recent stuff i’ve done is more detailed and is what i’m aiming to provide.

idk. if uve got other questions hmu. i dont do this shit like, ever lol