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MCD Rewrite - Aphmau
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FIVE CHARACTERS IN AND IM FINALLY TO THE MAIN CHARACTER!!!
EAT YOUR HEART OUT ITS MY TRAUMATIZED BABY!
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venoumousbunni · 5 months ago
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Instead of writing my book I’m gonna write a Aphmau fanfic where it’s an apartment au of Diaries…. Basically a better version of Mystreet— I SAID IT I SAID IT
(Please don’t hurt me, I love Mystreet ;-; )
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extrastranszanepropaganda · 11 months ago
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BTW GUYS!!!
I’ve been working on a fanfic/au for another fandom I’m in and am posting stuff about it on my main blog! This means updates on my MCD rewrite stuff is gonna slow down, but dw this isn’t hiatus or anything I’m just gonna be slower 👍
I’m plotting stuff >:3c
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Seconds later…
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Transcript below!
The first picture is a sketched comic panel of the redesigned version of Danny Phantom I made for my fic/au. He has shoulder length hair, long/droopy elf ears, and Lichtenberg scars covering what is visible of his left side, encroaching towards his eye. He wears a loose white shirt that hangs around his shoulders, as well as a mesh undershirt. Panel one has Danny slapping a fist into his open palm, LOOK of realization on his face saying
“Oh! I get it now!”
Panel two shows Danny pointing to a bewildered Tim Drake.
“You're Red Hoad and cause Red Hood's a Bat, and Bruce Wayne is Sleeping with Batman that's how you got me the Wayne Scholarship!”
Panel three shows both boys, Danny looking confused at Tim who he his face, his hands, murmuring things about Bruce, not being Red Hood, and how no. That’s not even close.
The Second picture shows Danny’s second epiphany with him remarking,
“Wait YOU’RE sleeping with Red Robin!?!” To which Timothy Drake-Wayne, aka CEO of Wayne Industries, aka Red Robin replies with a resounding
“NO.”
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ghoulinferno · 4 months ago
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Rewatching MCD yet again and tbh it's so fucking funny how much has been changed in my rewrite. Like I just completely fucking forgot about Pikoro village and that whole plot line because it'd been changed into another, some characters have been taken out because they didn't do well with the test audience (the test audience, who were my little sisters, who were forced to listen decided to help me when I wrote the very first rewrite of MCD back in 2017, 2018), and some things have just been flipped around.
Honestly, while the series had what some people call padding(Which, some things in it was, and for people wondering, 45 out of the 100 episodes of season 1 were 'padding'), I think it expanded the world pretty well with the downtime, and I want to do the same.
Also
APHMAU
DROP ANOTHER MCD EPISODE AND MY LIFE IS YOURS.
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thatgayonejd · 2 years ago
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Hello!! I'm back to talk about my blorbos again! Or, rather Jessica's blorbos. Actually, no. Sorry Jessica, but they're mines now. I've worked too hard on these mfs to just let them be with you anymore. Anyways, posting should pick up soon! I've been so busy with school and a new job that I've completely forgotten about the ones that follow me for my blorbos. I'll be updating with new information on everyone soon, so stay tuned!!
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Janus the silverdeath from Minecraft diares Rebirth/rewrite ?
Sure! Added :D
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sammys-magical-au · 5 months ago
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The Legend of the Lost Twin REBOOT masterpost
So I’ve finally decided to start rewriting this original story! That means you can no longer access the original so if you were reading that I’m sorry, but I promise the rebooted version will be so much better. The storyline is practically going to remain the same, just with more detail/worldbuilding/character development, so don’t worry if you didn’t get the chance to read the original version.
Series description: At the beginning of the universe, there was only the Heart and the Edge, the home of the Six Spirits and the home of the evil King Kamastraa. Kamastraa hated the Spirits and the beauty they created, and so he devised a plan to take from them something that mattered more than any of their sparkly divine creations; their children. This is how twin sisters Nara and Diar were separated, but that isn’t where the story ends. In fact, this is just the beginning. Nara may have grown up in the shadow of the universe, far away from her family, but when she gets the opportunity to sneak away from Kamastraa and explore the rest of the universe, she finally realizes the truth of her existence, and her whole life is changed forever.
This is the Legend of the Lost Twin.
Warnings for this series: child abuse, kidnapping, fantasy violence, (more to be added as the series continues), (additional warnings provided on each post)
Prologue
Chapter one: Nara
Chapter two: Diar
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extrastranszanepropaganda · 11 months ago
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UEUEUUEUEUEUE YOU TOO???
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THANK YALLLLL
maybe not the correct kind of confessions blog to ask this, but oh hey oh well:
tag some people who’s versions of aphverse characters you like!
I want to support some more love and positivity in the fandom, so I just want to see you guys complimenting eachother 0u0
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vyladromeave · 4 years ago
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havent drawn sasha in a while..........
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MCD Rewrite - Dante
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ITS THE BABY BOYYYYYYYY!!! He makes me so happy omg
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cassanova-zvahl · 3 years ago
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Hey!! A little bit about me and what this blog is gonna be!
This is a side blog of @christian-sings-the-eulogy !!
This blog is dedicated almost strictly to Aphmau content! Most specifically Minecraft Diaries!
I plan on making my own MCD rewrite as well as redesigning the characters!! This rewrite will have at least 2 forms per episode, a drawing and a Written story! I plan onto adding my 3 ocs into my rewrite so if you find an issue with that, just don't read my rewrite.
Before anyone tries to tell me, I know everything Jess has done and I do not support her as a person. I simply support her content because I find it genuinely entertaining and it holds a lot of nostalgia for me over the last 6 years.
Anyways! I have 2 names you can call me! Styrmir and Vincent! If you must know my age its on my main blog but will not be posted here, just know I am a minor. I use he/him pronouns exclusively.
I've been a fan of aphmau for about 6 years! My favorite series are Minecraft Diares and Phoenix Drop High! Im not that big of a fan of the more recent seasons of mystreet but I enjoy the earlier seasons up to Emerald Secret!
My favorite characters are Zoey, Katelyn, Garroth, Laurence, and Lucinda!
I won't get into ship wars with anyone, you have your opinions, and I have mine.
I try to use tone indicators when talking to people and I ask if you remember to do the same!!
My asks are always on unless I say otherwise and id love to meet more people in the fandom!
As always please ask if you want me to TW something! I will not specifically tag for certain characters or series or just aphmau in general because that is the entirety of this blog. But I will tag for just about anything else!
For example ill tag character hate, specific tropes/topics (ex. Death), specific emoji use etc!
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thatgayonejd · 2 years ago
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Tbh?? These are really good??
You hoard shit more than a wyvern= Messy asf person
Shadow Knights Rage/ Shadow Slice/ Knight Rage Etc= Something the children say whenever they play like knights? Shadow Knight Rage could be a game or somethin
Traveling to {Thing} is like traveling through the Neather= Takes days to get to this place
You can even make more.
You're more horny than werewolves during breeding season/ You fuck more than werewolves= Horny on main when they really shouldn't be
You're acting like such a Shadow Knight! = Person acting like a bitch/ Acting Annoying
Man, your more clingy than blood starved vampires!= A clingy person
Meif'wa got your tounge? = Cat got your tounge
I would fight Shad for you= I love you/ You mean alot to me
Like I showed up above, there could even be jabs at other species, since in MCD there's so many species that was never shown much.
You stink like a Meif'wa= Implying Meif'wa's are dirty
Werewolves fuck like Rabbits!= Implying werewolves bang alot
Biters/BloodSuckers/Blood Takers = Slur(?) Against Vampires
(To a Meif'wa) Kitty Cat! = It's a taboo to call a Meif'wa a 'Kitty Cat'
(To Goblins) Gold Theives= Implying all Goblins do is steal gold
(To Elves) Snooty Bastards= Implying Elves are the high and mighty ones (When in reality it's the Dwarves in my universe)
(To Dwarves) Short, Stinky, and Dirty creatures= Implying Dwarves are below humans
(To Humans, cause I gotta add a Jab) Skin Taker/ Short Skin/ TwoLeg/ No Armour/ Skin Changer/ Bad= Implying that... Oh, wait, these are just slurs for humans/ Things other races call them.
we need to come up with idioms for the mcd universe other than “oh my irene”
idk smthn like “u hoard shit more than a wyvern” “shadow knight rage” “traveling through [place] is like traveling through the nether”
i am not creative enough to make good ones im so sorry D:
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bomberqueen17 · 5 years ago
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ayyy progress
My bitching this morning spurred me into some kind of action and I managed somehow to do a full day of work, also read the other two Murderbot novellas, and finally finally do the little chunk of worldbuilding I really needed to do in order to rewrite the solarpunk cyborgs thing. 
I only have like, 3000 words of that rewrite done, but I think the tiny bit of worldbuilding I did actually solidified all of the “it works this way because it works this way” shit that was plaguing my first draft. 
I am using the write-it-all-over-again method though, there’ll be no copy-pasting. It’s cool, I only had like 60k of it written, that’s reasonable. 
a comparison: 
first draft:
It was cruelly, unforgivingly winter, and no lights shone out from the lodge, but the moonlight glinted off some of the windows and made it look particularly eerie. Diar had no idea what he would find; gossip, hastily sought out on his way out the door and largely provided by the message decoder who was a local and therefore quite invested in the possible-monster living in their hunting lodge, said the Heir Presumptive’s half-brother lived there with only another court exile as his guardian, though as he was now of age, it was uncertain why he still needed a guardian. The rumors said that the boy hadn’t been recalled to court when he reached his majority because he was mad, or simply some kind of abomination-- [cyborg]s weren’t supposed to be able to breed with humans, and so as a crossbreed he had to be a malformed horror, or somesuch.
Diar’s education in biology was no better than standard, but at least he had some, and he knew that surely wasn’t how it worked. Anyway the child had attended his mother’s funeral at court a decade ago, and while some witnesses had called him uncanny, nobody had particularly thought him an abomination then. Surely-- well, but he’d been raised in this isolation, here, the message decoder insisting that since he’d never once come to town he must be locked up, up there, and--
Diar wasn’t a particularly imaginative person, nor was he prone to flights of fancy, but by the time he reached the door of the hunting lodge, grateful for at least the meager power of his hand-light, he had half-convinced himself he was walking into a den of monsters. It was late, by now, long after social calling hours. He knocked at the door, and waited before knocking again, and then waited, his imagination growing more and more frenzied. Finally he pounded on the door, and was reduced to shouting.
“Halloo the house!” he tried. “Signal Corps! Urgent message delivery!”
Far overhead, a window flew up with a bang, and someone stuck their head out. “Quit your noise!” a rough male voice shouted.
“I need to deliver this message,” Diar said, as politely as he could manage.
“Leave it!” the man shouted.
Diar stared at him. “It’s a Category One Urgent.  I have to put the message into the hand of the recipient,” he said finally, incredulous. Everyone knew that.
“I’m the recipient and I say leave it,” the man shouted. By the slur of his words, he was drunk.
Diar stared at him for another moment. “That’s not how this works,” he said. A regular route courier could leave messages, sure, but a regular route courier wouldn’t be shouting about urgency and wouldn’t be here at midnight. He pulled the packet out; he was fairly certain this was an older man anyway, and could not be the semi-mythical half-brother. “I need to verify that you’re Ena [Surname], and even if you are, I still have to put it into your hand.”
The man grumbled an audible oath of shocking vulgarity, and closed the window with a bang. Diar stood at the door a while, long enough that he had begun to wonder whether the man had decided to just leave him here. 
Too old to be the mad half-brother, the man had to be the exiled courtier, Diar decided; no household staff would speak to him that way. Signal clerks weren’t on par with nobles, but they were generally held in greater esteem than servants, while they were at work anyway. Off duty, they were no higher in social caste, but there were severe penalties both civil and criminal for interfering with a signal clerk’s duties. No servant would dare so much as say a contrary word to one. 
But a man exiled from court for reasons no one was quite sure of? Most likely had little to fear, as it wasn’t as though they could do much worse to him. Diar resigned himself to breaking and entering; most people never gave Signal clerks this level of hassle, but he had been trained that he was allowed to do more or less anything he needed to in order to fulfill his duty, and had on more than one occasion resorted to entering a house without permission to hand off a message. Normally, he’d go and get the civil guard to escort him-- once when he was still an apprentice he’d gotten to watch them use a battering ram on a door to let him in to hand off his message, a legal summons the residents had not cared to receive-- but there was no power on this earth that was getting him to walk back down that hill tonight without having delivered this gods-damned message.
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second draft:
The building itself was hunkered into a hollow in the hillside, the front of it glittering with small windows. There had to be heating shafts up into it from the settlement below, or there would be no way anyone could stay alive. Diar stared up at it a moment, as the cold bit into him, thinking about the children who lived there-- outcasts, all, clinging on to this fragile connection to the life below. 
And Diar was here to deliver a message to one of them. “The rumors all say he’s some kind of abomination,” Garila had said. “Otherwise why would he be exiled here? He’d be of age now: they’d’ve let him go at least, if he was fit to be released.”
Diar’s imagination was happily filling him in on what exactly this child must be like, but the cold was also starting to creep into his collar and cuffs. He summoned his courage and went and pounded on the door.
Silence answered him, for long enough that he got over his overdramatic feeling of dread and just got irritated instead. So he pounded on the door a while longer, and stood and waited, and then pounded some more. Finally he shouted. “Halloo the house! Signal Corps! Urgent message delivery!”
Far overhead, one of the little windows banged open. “Quit your noise!” a rough male voice shouted. 
“I need to deliver this message,” Diar said, not bothering to conceal his annoyance. Did they think he was up here in the bitter cold for his own amusement?
“Leave it!” the man shouted. 
Diar stared up incredulously. He couldn’t really see whoever this person was; they hadn’t put their head out the window, but were just shouting down. “It’s Category One Urgent,” he said. “I have to put it directly into the hand of the recipient.”
“I’m the recipient and I say leave it,” the man shouted. By the slur of his words, he was drunk.
“That’s not how this works,” Diar said. Not only was it a violation of Signal Corps protocol, it was also a violation of the laws of hospitality that said you didn’t leave someone standing on the doorstep in the frigid night like this. He hadn’t come here expecting good manners, though. “Also I doubt you’re the recipient.” An orphan, even one who was a product of the Queen’s marriage, was not going to speak to a Signal clerk like that. This certainly was the headmaster, who was a disgraced ex-courtier no one had ever said a kind word about. 
“Who’s it for, then,” the man demanded. “And at this hour!”
“It’s from the High Minister’s Office,” Diar said, “Category One Urgent, for one Ena Michana.”
That was greeted with silence. Then the window slammed shut. 
Diar hadn’t expected he’d have to resort to this, but he was going to have to break in. The thing about Category One Urgent messages was that they gave the bearer the license to do anything necessary to get them into the hand of the recipient. Diar had been escorted into a house behind a battering ram wielded by the constabulary, on one occasion. He had the right to do anything he needed to do, up to and including breaking and entering, and he was going to. There was no way he was going to die of cold on this doorstep, and no way he was going to turn around and go back for help. If he had to kick in one of those windows, he was going to do it.
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thatgayonejd · 2 years ago
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Laurence, slowly falling in love with Garroth: Bro, bro I think your eyes are pretty
Garroth: Bro... I love your hair.
Laurence: Yeah bro, your lips.. your lips look sofft-
Aphmau: Can you guys do this when we're NOT about to die?!
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thatgayonejd · 2 years ago
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Haha me!
i think my favorite thing is seeing old mcd fans rediscover mcd/mystreet and coming here or another platform and being like “guys so i’ve rewatched this because it meant a lot to me when i was younger… but hot take: i don’t think aarmau is very healthy and kc is a stereotype and the writing in general is really bad and i think i’m going to change up mystreet and minecraft diar-” and its like yeah no welcome aboard we literally all agree with you join the army of rewrites
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extrastranszanepropaganda · 7 months ago
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the zvahl family protatrit w/ baby laur and cadenza :3
I got you!
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POV: How Hayden found out Laurence is trans
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She’s a little confused but she’s got the spirit XD
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