#heres how to do the any% speedrun on the responsibilities talk

[bnnuy-wabbit]

ngl i feel like being the young sibling is like living life with tips and cheats enabled. theres an entire other person there that has already Been There Done That giving you extremely specific hints on how to deal with the things you gotta deal with familywise lmao

[the-final-sif]

Dream's Response Summary

Dream posted a response to various accusations, covering just about everything ever because he was done with this shit. I've done my best to summarize it here, but I recommend going and watching his whole video. This is going to be extremely summarized for readability and I'm only going to cover stuff I consider serious so anything about speedrunning is getting skipped.

The tl:dr is: Dream never groomed anyone or had inappropriate contact with anyone underage, he provided proof that one accuser flat out lied, and the other ""accusation"" was from a third party who was never involved. The actual supposed victim released a statement that they were never groomed, nor a victim in any way, never was asked about someone sharing information about them, and wants everyone to shut the fuck up.

Police were never actually contacted, both twitter accounts were lying about doing so to make their claims seem real. Also the supposed snapchat video shown is a very obvious fake.

He covers Manatreed, the run down is the guy was a childhood best friend he grew up with and who was struggling with homelessness. Dream helped him, and never knew about the battery charge (Manatreed had lied to him about it). When Dream spoke to Manatreed's ex girlfriend, she was very clear she never wanted any of this publicly out there, that she was happy that Dream had been helping Manatreed and she wanted the best for him.

Dream still doesn't know exactly what happened with that situation, he has since lost contract with Manatreed, all he knows is he was trying to help a childhood friend and got lied to.

The first allegation from Oxy/Anastasia, he's extremely clear they only ever messaged in twitter dms and he disproves the claim about the texts/tik tok. He has a google voice number hooked up to his tik tok account for obvious reasons, and she was showing imessage texts. This is not possible, which means she was lying.

As part of this, Dream scrolls through his twitter dms and shows he responds to fans all the time and talks to people in his community from all over. He also shows how he's friends with and has hired people that were fans of his, including people like Foolish.

He discusses Amanda, the two of them messaged on instagram back when he was a much smaller creator. He showed/posted the transcript of the two of them talking about normal stuff. They had been messaging since 2020. He did attempt to post a complete transcript of those messages, but she had deleted some of her messages and he doesn't have a way to recover them.

Dream explains that Instagram has a "feature" where if you ever reply to someone, then you literally cannot remove their ability to message you without blocking them. Something I did not know about instagram and which is fucking wild.

Since he replied to her in 2020, that meant she could message him forever and her notifications would be constantly showing up for him. He attempted to delete her messages/her ability to message him back in 2021 and showed proof of this, but realized he couldn't. Dream also in doing so accidentally deleted the context to her messages that she was a fan and basically everything prior to 2021.

Since he didn't remember her (what with the prior messages deleted), she was dmnig him from her personal account without fan content on it and was talking about being a streamer, he assumed she was a smaller streamer he knew and was talking to her as such.

They were talking about music so he gave her his personal snapchat to talk and because he wanted to get some feedback on a new song he was working on. He wanted to send the song via snapchat so he could be reasonably sure it'd stay private.

Dream categorically denies any sexting with Amanda or sexual messaging at all, he goes through why she most likely did this (he had been ignoring her messages and made a new snapchat with only close friends). He also downloaded his own data (something Amanda refused to/failed to do), went through the snapchat logs and did see some messages, but never saw either of his supposed compliments to her.

Amanda claimed Dream deleted her dms and that's why she couldn't provide any of the evidence she claimed she had, but Dream showed those same DMs very clearly undeleted. The dms were never deleted and she lied as an excuse.

Amanda lied about going to the police. Dream had his lawyers file a bunch of requests, and track down the police station that she went to based on the photo. They filed every request possible for any information with this police station, and there was no record of Amanda visiting the station or any records relating to Dream whatsoever. So either she lied about filing anything, or she told a story such that the police filed literally no paperwork whatsoever about the situation. Not even a report.

Dream sent the police station a copy of his own drivers license and Amanda's information so they could contact him if anything did come up, and nothing ever did. Nothing was filed, nobody cared.

Dream got swatted several times as a result of online harassment, including his family, and the harassment was overwhelming and awful for him.

He addresses the gumball situation, he showed up to a birthday party for a friend, gumball's VA was there and kept getting aggressive with him. While on facetime with some friends, Cantu ended up hitting Dream to impress them. Dream was obviously put off by this, but at the end of the night people ended up ubering together and Dream ended up in an uber with Cantu. He thought it'd be fine since other people were involved.

Cantu dropped his phone out the window made the uber driver pull over to look for it and got in trouble with the police. The uber driver tried to talk to Cantu about handling the police in the future, and Cantu started calling the uber driver slurs and claiming the uber driver had "down syndrome".

Dream got involved, trying to defend the uber driver, and Cantu threatened to kill him and called him slurs. Later Cantu apologized and Dream wanted to forgive him. Only later, Cantu started spreading lies about him and calling him a pedophile, so Dream realized the apology wasn't sincere and called him out for his behavior.

The third party who had been filming all of this saw what Cantu was doing lying about Dream and trying to claim none of this happened. They reached out to Dream and gave him the actual video as proof of what happened. Cantu tried to threaten them out of sending Dream the video of what happened, but they ignored him and sent them anyways. Dream also had the uber driver in his video backing up what he said.

Finally, the Jamie Allegations

Jamie is a mutual friend of several people that Dream knew, she did not post the allegations, she was never contacted about any of this she made an explicit statement that she was never groomed or a victim in any way.

Dream and Jamie meet prior to Dream being a youtuber on bbh's minecraft server, they were both fans of Skeppy. Which is why Jamie was followed by Dream, Skeppy, Vurb and some other youtubers in their friend group.

Jamie is still active online and put out her own statement, the person in the screenshots never gave permission for any of this to be put out, and they are very clear that the messages were taken out of context and that the claims made are false. The person in the screens is clear Dream is not a groomer, they never accused him of that, and that the twitter account is lying.

The snapchat video shown is very obviously fake, because snapchat just magically opens itself, there's no finger or button use interacting with the screen.

The burner account never actually contacted the police, Dream records him calling to the department they claimed to contact, and the person answering is very clear they have no contact from this person.

The supposed recent document posted is a fake convo of someone using a fake twitter account to talk to "Jamie", Jamie did not talk to them and it's just fake.

All of this was incredibly damaging for Jamie, who had no idea what was going on, and was getting harassed/stalked/having her irls contact.

Dream has also faced waves of harassment over obviously fake allegations, people have just been taking them at face value. He also shows how easy it is to fake these things as I have done.

He's been swatted, harassed, his family has been swatted and harassed, he's been scared for his own safety several times. It's been awful for him, and all based on fake shit. He's not stepping back from minecraft, but he is stepping back from twitter and no longer engaging with people behaving this way.

Also his ping pong record was undefeated.

[twst-kumi]

Hello there, hope everyone is doing fine. This is my new story, Weeping Maiden. The first Arc will be in RSA. Hope you all liked seeing Yuu because it was his last appearance until NRC's arc. The story will be with a Female Reader. It's Yandere themed story.

Summary

You were just a tester for your friend's project. On the last days, you go to sleep and wake up in Twisted Wonderland (the game your friend worked on). But instead of waking up in Night Raven College, you found yourself in Royal Sword Academy. At least before Yuu somehow begs for you to come with him.

PROLOGUE part 1

She wasn't really in the mood but it was a good escape. [Name] could hear people talk about it, pitying her and all. The “poor girl”, and “it must have been hard” were endless, she felt bitter. It was hypocritical of them. Acting like you were sorry, saying they hoped he would be found soon, but not even doing anything to help. 

Naturally, [Name] isolated herself in games and other things. Everyone gave up on finding him and after unsuccessful pleas on her part, she just shut herself off to not see any of them. To not face the reality of his disappearance and her family breaking apart. How they all demanded that she move on. It was impossible, so she just stayed locked up in her room. 

It has been 3 years now, and she is completely a shut-in refusing to even talk to her parents who ended up giving up on trying to get her out. It was one of those days when she got an email from her friend, she wanted to break someone's record on a speedrun. It was a hard level so she fully focused on it. In the end, she failed in her speedrun. [Name] grumbled when she saw the mail. Reading it, she sighed. Right, recently her friend asked her to be a tester for a game project she did with some company, Twisted Wonderland. It was a gig or some way to earn some pocket money. Up until now, she liked the game, it was interesting. 

After sending her report for the game, she returned to her ongoing game when she got a text.

"_ I'm sorry

_ For what?

_ for everything

_ why? What do you mean by that?"

No response. Her friend, Hatsuko, was the only friend she stayed in contact with. It was strange as they never talked before his disappearance. She was the only one who tried to help her find some traces. Maybe she gave up on helping her. The deal between them was that she would be paid 40% less than she should but in exchange, Hatsuko would try to help her find him. 

[Name] tried to call her but had no success. Her phone wasn't responding. The young girl panicked trying to call her again and again.

A few hours later, she felt tired. Her eyes were red and puffy and she felt like crying. She ended up falling asleep on her bed. 

***

[Name] felt a warm hand on her head. Slowly, a muffled voice could be heard around her. Opening her eyes slowly, she looked at the old man hovering over her. 

“_Where… 

_You are in the Royal Sword Academy. We found you unconscious in the main hall.

_uh… who are you?

_I’m Ambrose, the Headmage of this School.”

[Name] looked confused as she talked with the friendly old man. She was confident Royal Sword Academy was the rival school from Twisted Wonderland. The game her friend asked her to test for her. At first, she thought she was dreaming, it has to be it. After a long conversation between them, the kind elderly decided to keep her here until she got home. It was funny how her situation mirrored Yuu, the game's main protagonist. The difference was that she was in the RSA,  and that headmaster was a friendly man. He looked more responsible too. 

From their chat together, she learned that she was unconscious for three days. Meanwhile, Ambrose researched to know who she was so he could call her parents, but he found nothing, even when he tried to call anyone from her phone contact. [Name] thanked him for his help. At least he was more responsible. 

“_So I guess you will stay with us for the time being dear. But as a girl, I can't just let you sleep in a room full of boys. 

_Do I have to disguise myself then? I mean, I’m a girl so…

_Oh, dear no. There is no need for that. You will stay in an old dorm. 

_I see but…

_You will be here as a temporary student. Don’t worry, we don’t know how this happened but I can’t leave such a young child alone and in the cold. Until then, you will be under this school's responsibility.”

[Name] couldn’t help but feel both anxious and relieved. The old man seemed sincere, and knowing she had a place to stay until then helped her to calm down. The old man walked her to the school after she ate something. She could feel the other students' eyes on her, all of them were curious. 

“_Ah Neige. Good, I was looking for you.

_Hello, Headmaster Ambrose. And you are… ah, the girl who appeared in the sacred tree room. Are you okay now?

_Yes, thank you I'm [Name] by the way. 

_[Name], Neige will help you around when I’m not around. 

_Come to me if you need something.”

It was strange to see them in real life when she used to watch them through a screen. The young girl followed Ambrose after her little tour. The director took her to her future dorm. The difference between here and Ramshackle dorm was too big. 

“_It’s a little, I'm sorry but I can’t find anywhere better.

No, no. It's okay.”

Her dorm looked like a mini castle. It was so generous of the old man, that it felt suspicious. But what could she do? He was her only option. Also, the way he looked overjoyed at her presence made her feel kind of guilty. Like she shouldn't be doubting him. [Name] knew he was supposed to be king, but was too kind. They walked into the dorm it was beautiful, with flowers everywhere almost like in a fairy tale. She supposed that it was normal for the big rival of Night Raven College. They were based on the heroes from fairy tales in opposition to the main cast. 

“_This is Royaldawn dormitory, it will be your home dear, please take some rest.”

[Name] explored the dorm a little before finally resting in her room. she looked at her locket before closing her eyes and holding the small pendant tightly in her hand.

“_Brother…”

***

Yuu looked different, so lifeless, it was worrying everyone on the campus of Night Raven College. He was in this state for three days now. He was mumbling and mumbling without even stopping about how he couldn’t feel it anymore. He looked particularly on edge if not ready to jump on anyone he saw. The aura around him changed too, it looked darker, more unhinged too. Yuu were becoming unstable and maybe a little crazy too. 

“_Hey Prefect, how are you?

_I can’t find it…” 

Ace looked at his friend rummaging in the grass looking for something. He never saw him panic like this before, even in the middle of an Overblot. Ace got on his knee and started to search with him.

“_What are you looking for? 

_My necklace, it’s a silver locket.”

The two Heartslabyul students looked everywhere for it. Yuu was shaking as he was slowly breaking down. Tears were trailing down as he frantically searched for the lost locket. The more he couldn’t find it, the more he was frantic. 

“_I CAN’T FIND IT, I CAN’T FIND IT, I CAN’T FIND IT, I CAN’T FIND IT, I CAN’T FIND IT!!!

_STOP! YUU!!!”

Their scream got the other students’ attention as they helped the two Heartslabyul pin the magicless prefect down to prevent him from tearing himself down. It looked terrible.

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[bwobgames]

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The man makes a phone call

"Vivi! Turn on your location. I am coming over!"

"Wh- dont say it like that! No, we didn't do anything, just chatted"

"I wouldn't say disappointed. I mean, it's too early"

"That is an old nickname, and it does not reflect the man I am today"

"Lovingly: shut up, I am going there with him, so be nice"

"Yes, yes, bye!"

"... nickname?"

"Due to my poor decisions in previous years of my life that I do not plan on repeating, I was known as 'Goatman' for being 'Hornier than someone with horns'

I am now regretting giving her this information"

Oliver tries very hard not to laugh

"Ok, I know where she is. Let's go"

They get to a corridor

"Well well well, if it isn't Ángel and a little buddy, what bussiness could you two have with a lady like me?"

"So his name is Ángel"

"Job bussiness sadly"

"Man, and here I thought we would have a new person for our dnd campaign"

"That could be arranged"

"Before we start being boring, have any of you seen a photobook anywhere?"

"I wanted to take pictures of the storm, but without a photobook, they will get all crumpled in my pockets! I have been obligated to use my phone's camera like a measly instagram influencer, Do you see what that does to a vibrant soul like me? The pain? The shame??"

"I'm sorry, I'm sure we'll find it eventually"

"A lost photobook, that's another mystery.

Logically, I know it's probably just a misplaced item, but

Something feels bad about it

Dangerous

What if it was stolen?

By someone with bad intentions?

What if something bad happened?

What if something bad will happen?

What if it's happening right now?

Is there someone behind me?"

"No. Of course there isn't. I must be on edge from what Ángel told me. Ugh, this is not the time for new phobias to be created"

"Time to get into business"

"Excuse me, We were actually here to ask you about Eugene Coli's speedrunning incident. Do you happen to know about it? Why would he do that?"

"Yeaaahhhh no, I only know what happened afterward, I mean, I wanted to know! But the guy didn't want to give any interviews!

And then the guy went to jail for like, a week, only to disappear from public eye until this party, so he's probably here somewhere. If i find out, I'll tell you!"

"But you are then one who found out first, can you tell us about that?"

"It was an anonymous link sent to the place i work at. It led to a speedrunning website with the mans run in a video"

"Did you watch the video?"

"Yeah! It was taken off the site days later, but i managed to download it! It was like a tour to the man's factory. You could see him talking to whoever was recording. Although the sound was replaced with some techno music for some reason.

The video even had accidents! Like, blood and burns! I have no clue how the moderators accepted it, I'm blaming money"

"It was listed as a satisfactory gameplay ironically enough."

"Did you know that the guy used to be a speedrunner? He used the same account to upload this one"

"I don't have any knowledge on psychology, but maybe this guy is just obsessed with speedrunning"

"Well, this does tell us some things. Thank you for your help"

"Also, we must warn you, we think this event might be some kind of disguise for crimes that could hurt us"

"That blows"

"You don't seem very worried"

"I've reported dangerous situations live. This isn't my first rodeo, mister"

"Yeah, but this is more serious. You might be killed here"

"Well, if it's my time, then it's my time"

"Don't say that. You're sending yourself to an early grave if you're this careless all the time"

"Me? Aren't you the guy who can't be two days without injecting cancer gas directly into their lungs?"

"That's not the same"

"How is it not the same? Is that and your crazy stunts of dubious legality not also sending you to an early grave?"

"I quit that! And I can quit smoking anytime! I just don't have the need to"

"Right, right, of course, I'm just being careless unlike you, mature and responsible man"

"Is, is this a fight? A friendly fight? Should I intervene, or is it more like a sibling fight where this is a normal thing that happens. Can we leave?"

"Listen, I get it, I was stupid and unsafe, and I probably should've died thrice by now, but I don't want that life anymore!"

"I want to be safe now. I dont want any of us to be in danger"

"I don't want us to die"

"... It's going to happen eventually, you know this"

"I don't want it"

"Yeah, alright, I'm getting involved"

"...It is normal to fear death. It's unknown and out of our control, but only with death, we have life, yeah?

So let's not waste it by bickering, and let's keep going"

"I've never been good at pep talks, but if we really are in danger, then there's no time for existentialism"

"... Right, keep your location on Vivi"

"Maybe I will. Maybe I won't"

"... I'm sorry for calling you careless"

"...Ugh, Fine, I'll keep it on, stop looking at me with that mopey wet cat face and leave already"

"Well, we didn't find motive, but we have some information.

Do you know anyone else who might have something on the speedrunning stunt?"

"... Someone comes to mind"

"Alright, we'll go now, bye Vivi!"

"Yeah, yeah, run along, bunny boy"

"Did she just ...assign me a fursona???"

"She does that"

[checkoutmybookshelf]

This is an Awfully Slim Book to Talk about Everything...

This book was a Christmas gift from my family a bunch of years ago, and to this day it's one of my favorite popular literary analysis books. The juxtaposition of this slim little tome and the big "EVERYTHING" in the title is enough of a visual tension to make you jump in. And I did. Voraciously. And repeatedly. And then when I started teaching and tutoring, this book was a huge help in that it was an unintimidating entry point into thinking about the Shakespearean corpus and its impacts on life. I even let one of my tutor students borrow this book, and I do NOT let people borrow my books. So let's talk How Shakespeare Changed Everything.

...do...do I...do I need to put a spoiler for Shakespeare here? I really hope I don't, but I guess SPOILERS BELOW THE BREAK?

I think the best way to do this is to just briefly go over each of the ten chapters of this book, because each one takes up and different topic and gives an overview of it.

The book's introduction introduces the conceit of the book and essentially reasserts that Shakespeare was the popular media of his day, before alluding to the power of popular media to change, well, basically everything. We also get just an amazing cross-section of some of the wilder ways people engage with the bard, including the Shakespeare Mas (google this or read the book, I promise you won't be disappointed). The introduction ends on this just incredible line: "All that strange power, all his world-shaking, reality-transforming impact begins from a simple but mysterious truth: His stories sound good to everybody." And honestly? I don't think I can disagree with that.

The Fortunes of the Moor

This phenomenal first chapter is a stunning overview of the performance history of Othello, and particularly highlights Paul Robeson and Ira Aldridge, two of the famous historical Black actors to play Othello. This chapter also speedruns the history of racism in American theatre, whether or not the play is racist, and the role of mixed-race sex in the play. This chapter is a fantastic introduction to both Othello and race in Shakespeare, and it grounds itself in performance history anecdotes that never fail to be fascinating.

Words, Words, Words

This chapter does not focus so much on a single play as it does on the words Shakespeare added to the English lexicon, and what the knock-on effects of those added words are. It also brings up two words that we just...straight up don't have definitions for: prenzie and scamels. This is a more linguistic-focused chapter, but it's still fun and has a ton of excellent examples of how to close read Shakespeare passages for linguistic purposes, and it's a fabulous teaching tool for that.

The Beast with Two Backs

Oh yeah. It's the sex chapter. Sex in Shakespeare is way more prevalent than school boards are aware of--as evidenced by the fact that not even the avid book banners in Florida in the year of our lord 2024 seem to have caught on to the fact that Shakespeare is transgressive AF and tried to ban him (as far as I know). This chapter explores how Shakespeare uses sex and sexuality, how people have tried to censor and liberate Shakespeare because of it, and author Stephen Marche asserts that, "If you've had sex without shame, sec for pleasure, for fun, for any reason other than procreation within marriage--Shakespeare, more than any other single figure, is responsible for the climate of permissiveness that made it possible." So I'm sorry if this is how you have to find out that Shakespeare is all about characters doing the sex at each other, but you cannot approach these plays without understanding that sex and sexuality are a huge part of the plays.

Flaming Youth

So strictly speaking, the word "adolescent" has been around since the Middle English period, and the OED cites the earliest instance of the word in 1440. That said, adolescence as we know it wasn't necessarily something that Shakespeare knew. That, of course, did not stop him from writing about teenagers. This chapter is all about teenagers, teen culture, and Shakespeare, and honestly this was the chapter that had my student asking me if he could borrow this book. If you are teaching teens and they're reluctant to see how Shakespeare relates to them, this is my recommendation for a short reading to change their minds.

All Honorable Men

In this chapter we focus back in on a specific play: Julius Caesar. This book predates the 2016, 2020, and 2024 US presidential elections, and this play and its relationship to US politics and presidents have been well trodden since, but this is still a solid look at how Shakespeare is inevitably tangled up in US politics and how we relate to them. We also get some super juicy details about John Wilkes Booth and his theatre career prior to the Sic Semper Tyrannis event. It also is a good entry point to how how Shakespeare uses (and abuses) political rhetoric in ways that are uncomfortable similar to modern politicians.

To Hold a Mirror Up to Nature

The moral of this chapter is to not use your fandom as an excuse to low-key commit ecological terrorism. *massively side-eyes Eugene Schiefflin*

Give Me My Robe, Put On My Crown

If "All Honorable Men" focused on US presidential politics, this chapter expands Shakespeare's political reach globally, showing how world leaders and politicians have used and appropriated Shakespeare for all sorts of purposes.

Not Marble, nor the Gilded Monuments

This is the English major chapter of this book. It does a beautiful job of beginning to contextualize Shakespeare's place in the western literary canon, and more than a few famous writers' relationships with him. It even gives a nod to Shakespeare's relationship with more modern popular culture (Shakespeare is best in the original Klingon, anyone?).

A King of Infinite Space

Previous chapters have been heavy and serious, which Shakespeare absolutely is. But that's not ALL Shakespeare is. This chapter focuses on the mundane and profane that is Shakespeare. It asserts that Shakespeare is anyone's who wants him, however they want him. And as a Shakespeare scholar who has herself been a bit of a snob in her younger years, this is an IMPORTANT reminder. Yes, Shakespeare is heady themes, tragedy, and important topics of discussion...but it's also three butt jokes in a trench coat that turns to the audience, farts, and immediately begins pelvic thrusting. A king of infinite space indeed...

To Be or Not to Be

This chapter explore Shakespeare, the man, the myth, the legend. Quite literally, because we don't really have all that much hard historical knowledge about Shakespeare, and his plays are such that trying to argue anything about the playwright from the plays is deeply problematic at least. There is also a really interesting discussion about the extant portraits of Shakespeare and which one Marche thinks might be the most accurate. This chapter is a wonderful reminder that Shakespeare is both man and myth, and the man and the myth have blurred and merged to become legend. (And this is why I straight refuse to play the author question game. It's not worth it.)

Overall, I adore this book. It's a great introduction to the breadth of the field of Shakespeare studies in a deeply accessible way. The writing and the tone are light, playful, and deeply entertaining. This is one of my FUN reads about Shakespeare, and I think that if high school or early college students want an accessible, fun way into the wider world of academic Shakespeare studies, they could do a lot worse than starting here.

[chthonicgodling]

@marscats37 - (in response to this horrific statement I’ve just made🤪)

here’s the thing - everyone in the Elysium palace knows the truth.* to this day no one on Asgard does.

edit after I finished writing this and sat back and looked at what I even said; hi this got way away from me and barely answered your question and turned into an essay about Elysium!Thor. oops! WELL!!!

*actually- I don’t know if Maci knows the specific details? She wasn’t privy to his memories back then and they hated each other up until recently so. hmmm. oh I’ll revisit that thought. Anywayyy

and now I’m putting it behind a cut cause I got lONG AGAIN AAHHHH. cw ofc for child death and abuse mentioned ig and also mentions of past suicide attempts-

So — first of all obviously elysium!Thor does exist if I haven’t made that clear, he’s. there’s no real changes of note except for probably what I’m about to say lmfao so take that information as you will. though he hasn’t been in canon for QUITE some time — do we all know that Thor came with him when Loki ended up in Elysium!? Loki’s Memory Theater had continued all the way from early childhood up through the events of 2011/2012, presented all laid out to Tory, Epi, Thor, and Pasi when Loki had first come, the communal attempt to speedrun-therapy him. Together they all SAW undeniably everything that had happened, including to all the kids. the first half of this was-,, even before the twins were killed,, I mean just such clear insane cruelty that Thor like. first refused to believe it was real?!,

there was a whole nother altercation where Thor approached Loki like this CANNOT actually be things that have happened to you, these gods are planting images in your head, if this was all real I would have noticed I would have stopped it :( to which of course Loki went ballistic like you DIDNT notice and you DIDNT stop it and how dare you accuse my MEMORIES of being lies— Tory found out that this fight had happened when Loki was suddenly moodier than normal and Thor was stomping around outside and Tory was SO FURIOUS at Thor — wait wait I’m scrolling back to 2012 - oooo we get a real quote from the end of this argument, quoth Tory:

“You bring him back, he'll run away again. And next time, he might not end up here. He'd rather die than go back. […] He's already tried to kill himself. Do you want him to die? […] Then you will stay here for him, take his memories as truth, and understand everything that he feels. If you have any objection, get the fuck out of my kingdom.”

hey I love Tory so much. Also worth mentioning that Loki did overhear this entire conversation in the action of moodily eavesdropping of course. one point scored for Elysium wowie

so after being successfully snarled back into his place by Tory who was also on fire by the end of that little chat Thor returned with a slightly more open mind and watched in rising horror as he realized what their father had done to him under his nose. And then Vali and Nari. the death of Vali and Nari was viewed in Memory Theater but cut short - Loki had BEGGED them not to play through it, and when Epi and Tory insisted, since he also refused to talk about it, he’d just shut down. None of them were prepared for how horrible it was, the memory of walking into the scene of death, and it was the only time through all of this sideshow that nightmare god himself Epi shattered the dream in horror, everyone waking back up in hysterics. because of this— and this is crucial — they did not get to SEE Loki finding out how this had happened.

by this point Tory (&co.) had more than proven themselves to Loki. please reread that above paragraph again that Tory had unflinchingly unhesitatingly growled into Thor’s face, when Loki had been living in the palace for like three weeks only. And so Tory & co found out the specific details of how they’d died when Loki, in an actual conversation right after they’d watched ^that, told them.

Loki did not include Thor in that conversation.

After, he was witness to the other bits and pieces surrounding their death, plus what he remembered himself - viewing now the horrifying conversation Loki had with Odin after the fact, to Thor’s own memory of scraping his brother off the throne room floor. Thor’s… a fuckin ditz but he’s not a COMPLETE idiot??? The context clues were very clear that Odin had had.,, somethinG..,, to do with their deaths the way he’d had something to do with everything but Loki had no desire to share the depths of that truth with him. For what purpose???????? especially now??? With every intention of leaving all thoughts of Asgard dead and gone forever, why spur Thor to lay siege upon the whole place on his behalf (this COULD have been the knowledge to do it too.)? Forget it all, Loki’s renounced all parents and birthplaces. There’s no point. Better to keep distance forever in an actual happily ever after. (Plus then he got Vali and Nari back ANYWAY).

so… no, no one really knows, even now - just Thor. A little. Just Thor looking at his father with a touch more disgust, but knowing also that Loki is hidden forever, and defending him could mean exposing him. Odin has.,, experienced no consequences ever for what he’s done. In the eyes of Asgard, the last thing anyone remembers Loki doing was going insane and trying to murder his own family including his own brother and then vanishing only to reappear trying to take over a planet like a wackjob so STILL no one thinks very highly of Loki. He caused endless problems, gave birth to monsters, was moody and dangerous, betrayed everyone he knew, and is now gone forever and hopefully dead. Poor Odin AllFather didn’t deserve the burden of dealing with him. And they all lived happily ever after.

This is how Loki prefers it, though.

Yknow, once the ghosts of the twins were brought to Elysium, Thor and Loki’s Elysium reconciliation did take place - apologies from Thor, Loki’s guard lowering one single time into heaps of tears and clinging in a heap in the hallway, before Loki peeled himself back away from him. Closure, at least. Eventually Thor did leave, around after Fjoer was born, knowing that Loki was in good hands and knowing that Loki was., actually happy?? finally???

Within the context of Current Elysium - Loki considers himself estranged from Thor and has no desire to rekindle a closer relationship, it’s like. First of all he’s fucking annoying to everyone in the palace and to him lmao. Most importantly. but second of all like,, the previous stages of Loki’s life and upbringing and childhood and past were so traumatizing that Thor’s entire existence is?? tangled up in that? like,, it’s Painful, unfortunately, to be with him, as being with him comes with those memories of [GESTURES, SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE EVENTS]. this… is something that Loki’s sad about if he thinks too hard about it but would never, ever admit. He also would never ever admit that he keeps tabs on where Thor is at all times and has saved every one of the one million letters Thor has sent him, even though hes never once responded. But he keeps them.

The last of his kids Loki allowed Thor to wvwn meet were Eisa and Einmyria - and ONLY because after several years of no contact, he’d ambushed Thor in a panic in one single night to help him get to Fen & Jör and free them to prevent ragnarok. The literal only person he could count on to help him on a QUEST - cause the kids were being born NOW right now!!! and there was no time to waste - and Thor agreed to help him!!! ….in exchange for getting to meet his new nieces pretty please please please please🥺🥺🥺 after that- back to estrangement - lmao I’m pretty sure Libby thinks Loki is an only child 🫣

SO, to answer your question. yes the people Loki is closest to - the residents of the palace - all know the truth. Anyone else - he’s given up on long ago, and his old life is dead and buried to him now. Odin - head high, no regrets, father of the year forever.

PHEW!

[shiroselia]

FINALLY ARC 2/CHAPTER 6-12 ARE FINALLY REUPLOADED. THAT TOOK THE ENTIRE FUCKING DAY. WHOHOI

With that being said, welcome to what I'm now making a tradition every time an arc is (re)uploaded, Manda talks about what she likes about the chapters!

Chapter 6: I really like how I changed the whole Sabine stealing the documents. There's a Lot of mincing that I manage to do in Arc 2, and Chapter 6 is responsible for most of it. Especially since Kembell makes his *only* appearance in the fic here! (You will find out how I manage to skip the Entirety of the Kembell Everwinds Field Plot pretty damn soon actually, that's revealed in Arc 5, which is the first to be uploaded after the reuploads are done. I think it's one of my best write-outs, and considering what I do when I write out Justin, that's saying a Lot.)

Chapter 7: DeiAlex meetcute!!!!! I love this chapter. I love Unto Daylight!Alex. It's such a good chapter. I love it so much. There's nothing more to say I fucking adore it. I already liked it when I wrote it back in September 2023, but let's just say that it genuinely is just So good now that I've gotten my shit mildly more together.

Chapter 8: Manda speedruns the fucking mainstory in Arc 2 Part 2! Mostly though, I genuinely think this is one of the funniest chapters in the entire early-game. Moonlight and Deia are at their funniest dynamic right about here. I also genuinely love that since I got Alex into the story in a more seamless way in the previous chapter I don't have to replicate the, imho, shaky introduction that she has in the game (Fripp Pony Point Intro quest not accounted for I fucking Hate the Fripp Pony Point Intro quests!!!!)

Chapter 9: First and foremost, while this is a Very obvious rip-off of one of SSO's own quest titles, I believe this is the first really banger title. Second of all, once again. MINCING. MAIN STORY. Genuinely I kind of forgot just how well I take the early main story and just remove EVERYTHING that I find unnecessary, and how ridiculously seamless it all ends up. And ofc, Alex/Deia chapter. That's always a good time.

Chapter 10: I love Sabine's introduction, I really do. I especially like it now that I've revised it for. Multiple reasons. (Hint hint look at Moonlight's dialogue Hint hint.) It's also way funnier than it has any right to be. I do also like to believe that I managed to make the "Look for Linda clues" part of the main story way more interesting, although that's not really the games fault as those sorts of quests are Seldom all that great in video games with limited visual storytelling elements.

Chapter 11: Chapter 11 is fantastic. I never give it the credit it deserves but I FUCKING. LOVE. CHAPTER. 11. I love Unto Daylight!Linda. I love Alex and Linda's dynamic. I love Alex sassing the Baroness to the third degree. I love THE BARONESS in this stupid fucking fic even tho this is the last chapter she properly appears in. And with narration it's also just. Really fucking cute. Good chapter very fun!!! Also the title starts a trend which you guys are not going to see the full pay-off for until chapter 124. So have fun with that! (It's pretty obvious what I'm doing though, lbr)

Chapter 12: I. Forgot. How Good This Chapter Is. Like do not get me wrong. It needed narration the most out of Any chapter so far. But it's so good. The ideas are there. The execution finally matches the ideas. It's such a good, important, fun chapter. It's for all intents and purposes the ending of the "prologue" because Chapter 13 is when the plot starts Going going, but what a fucking chapter. I genuinely love it so much, it makes me really happy. Man did this bitch need narration though thank Fuck that I got that in there in the end.

All in all: Wow I forgot how solid Arc 2 is. Mostly, kudos to myself for getting the Fuck rid out of every part of the main story that I genuinely just do not think makes sense to be done that way ngfl. (As much as I love the quest for Mr Sands identity. It does not need to be done that way. SO I DIDN'T.)

Anyways did u guys know that I have reuploaded 12 chapters, out of 28, and I have so far added on 13k to the wordcount? I'm so fucking fucked my guys I'm not beating the 300k allegations. Maybe not even 350k. Probably not even the 400k god fucking forbid-

[actuallyjustabiscuit]

First of all, the story has already begun. If you think it hasn’t, what are you doing here? You wouldn’t be watching if you weren’t already interested in the story. That story being “this person is trapped in a virtual world that cares not for her life or freedom, let’s see how she’ll handle this.”

Just to be clear, this is not meant to be a callout post. I saw this comment and I’m using it as an excuse to finally address my proper thoughts on Ragatha. The post I made was a hyperbolic response to the way a majority of shippers have characterized Pomni and Ragatha’s dynamic after the pilot and before the premiere of episode 2.

I’m well aware that there is no romantic intent between them (I was just being silly) but my main point was that so many people were assuming that Ragatha was going to be the more “put together” of the two after the incident with Kaufmo. But here’s the thing.

She never was. And she was never going to be.

Ragatha’s biggest character flaws that were made evident in the first episode was that she: A) Internalizes everything and B) Is a chronic people pleaser to a detrimental degree.

Both of these things will not go away with Pomni’s acceptance and friendship, if anything it will probably be amplified. Ragatha has self-worth issues, the fact that she feels somewhat culpable for the emotional wellbeing of a stranger while simultaneously brushing away her own wellbeing as something inconsequential speaks volumes about her priorities. So when her and Pomni officially become friends, she will go to great lengths to not let that relationship go sour. In other words, she will most likely continue to lie about anything that bothers her to avoid any degree of conflict.

Pomni being an inactive participant on the adventures was not the problem, it was Ragatha unintentionally forcing her own coping mechanisms onto her.

The thing that always gets me whenever I rewatch the pilot is how Ragatha tried to essentially speedrun Pomni through the crisis phase of the existential terror that is her new life.

that little “You just need to get your head together!” like it’s something she’s rehearsed specifically for newcomers is just hilarious to me. It’s very sweet of her, but it’s also very very stupid. And more importantly, it shows just how unqualified she is to help people who are going through it. Because chances are she never properly learned how.

I feel like a lot of people misinterpreted Ragatha’s character in the pilot to be the emotionally stable one of the group. But she never actually displayed signs of emotional stability (I’d argue the opposite based on her little monologue in the hallway alone). She was just the only one who was openly nice to Pomni. And speaking of Pomni, a lot of people misinterpreted her character too just because she spent the majority of the pilot freaking out (which was a very natural response to finding out that your entire identity has been suddenly stripped from you with no hope of getting it back). But as we see in episode 2 (and even throughout the pilot itself) she’s actually pretty level headed.

All of this is to say that Ragatha has a buttload of issues that still need to be addressed in the upcoming episodes (her little talk with Pomni about Gummigoo shows she still doesn’t understand that her methods are not all that helpful). And considering how Pomni is so much better at communicating/ empathizing, it’s a conversation that I am very much looking forward to.

The best thing that came as a result of episode 2 is all of the ragapom shippers now collectively coming to an understanding that Ragatha is the one who gets flustered just by being allowed in Pomni’s vicinity after I have been banging on this drum from day one.

The validation makes me feel a special kind of powerful.

[frischkasekuchen]

The Cursed Coven AU: Ermite dans la toile D’araignée

Credits:

Dreamtalia by kyokyo866

Content Warning:

Swearing

Referenced Animal Death

Blood

Major Gore

Starring:

Magician as Shopkeeper

frischkasekuchen as Kase Knowles

(Author's Note: As I was writing, the wordcount was way too high for one piece, so I split it in two)

September 22nd

It was 5:30 pm when I looked through the glass door of the occult shop. Looking to the checkout counter, I could see that the owner wasn’t here; perhaps on a bathroom break.

Perfect.

I entered the small store, cringing as door’s bell rang upon entrance. I dashed over to the bookshelves, making sure not to knock any items or knick knacks over. When I made it over to the bookshelf, I began searching through with swiftness, not wanting to get caught.

‘Organizing Your Birth Chart’, no. ‘Herbs for a Green Witch’s Garden’, no. ‘Poisons, Deadly Flora and How to Use Them’,...... maybe later; when I’m not committing robbery. Sifting through a few more irrelevant titles, I found the book I wanted, no, needed.

‘Curses, Hexes, and Jinxes: Black Magic for Tricksters and Troublemakers’, yes. 

I pulled the heavy thing off the shelf and tucked it under my arm. I really should’ve brought my schoolbag, it would’ve come in handy. As I dashed to the exit-

Someone pulled down my hood.

“Just where are you running off to, miss witch?”

“AAAA-” I spun around to see who was behind me, both of my arms raised like a defensive red panda. 

I was greeted to the sight of the cloaked, pink-haired, shopkeeper glaring down at me in irritation or utter amusement. 

“Kase Knowles; what brings you to my hovel?” he drawled with that thick British accent. He looked at the stolen book I was clutching. “And what about that book in particular interests you so, hmm?”

I flushed, embarrassed of having been caught in my crime. “Well….I…was just…” and there goes my fucking voice. “I…wanted to see it.”

“What would a girl like you want anything to do with curses? You only started practicing this summer.”

Damn, he had a good memory.

With shaky lips I took a deep breath, speedrunning through grounding exercises I read online. I couldn’t look him in the eye, but I could talk.

“Stuff happened at school… and I want to be left alone.” I spoke softly, making sure my tone wasn’t rude or demanding. “Some kid caused a scene… a fight started… the school keeps talking about it.”

“A scene deserving of a curse?” he queried, leaning down, trying to catch my eyes. 

I lifted my head up high and puffed out my chest, but I looked to a wall instead of meeting his ice-blue gaze. “Yes, very much so.”

His brows furrow (I think? I can’t really tell with the cloak over his head), “Blood spilt, I presume?”

I nodded, looking back to the floor. I remember a squashed mess of blood, mucus, and bone. 

The man sighed, putting a hand to my shoulder. “You’re set on this, correct? You’ll take full responsibility after everything’s said and done?”

My lips tremble and I give a quick nod. “Yes sir.”

He steps back from me, and walks over to the cashier’s counter. He rests his elbows on the counter, folds his hands together and bows his head. From where I stood, all I heard was indiscernible mumbling; a silent prayer.

The man lets out another sigh, resting chin on the heels of his hands. “Alright poppet; I’ll let you have the book for five-fifty.” 

“Okay…” I shuffled through my apron pocket, pulling out a twenty. I gently slap the dollar bill and book on the counter. 

He looks over the twenty, before shoving it into the cash register. Giving me fourteen-fifty, without a receipt. 

“Why didn’t you, um, give me a receipt?” I ask stupidly.

He huffs, “I want nothing to do with this,” the man pulls out a red cloth, wrapping it around the book neatly, tying the ends off. “And I don’t expect the police or your parents at my doorstep, alright? My husband and I have enjoyed living quietly here, so whatever happens, I don’t want it traced back here.” 

I took the book and held it to my chest. “Understood.”

Without a glance, I dashed out the door and I shot out of the alleyway the store’s entrance sat in. I pulled down the cloth a little, peeking at the grimoire’s gold accents as I walked home, taking little note of the thirty dollar price sticker.  

The coven was going to love this.

***

I sat in the study hall, reading the book I used for decoding and writing runes. There wasn’t much happening as usual, so I stuck to planning a spell for the next full moon. I wanted to do something big since the veil would be at its thinnest. Prosperity…a good harvest? I pondered these ideas as I drafted a new sigil, carefully selecting runes with positive meanings. I needed to keep my teen angst out of my magic, or someone else was going to get hurt.

Probably someone important.

Probably me.

—

I woke up with an aching back. I was slumped against a cold, hard surface. I looked down on my lap to find my grimoire on my person, but nothing else. Pushing off of the unknown support, I stood up and spun, taking a quick view of my surroundings.

I had been laying on a large mirror; five foot six I mentally measured. It stood alongside other strangely shaped mirrors, seemingly organized height. They lined a checkered hall, with a deep blue ceiling- light bulbs centered and trailing further down.

“Curiouser and curiouser.” I muttered to no one in particular. Clutching my grimoire like it was a life preserver, I continued down the hall. 

As I pressed on, I took small glances at my reflection in the following mirrors. Some made me look wide, small, and tall. The last two reflections held the most distortions.

The first one presented a lachrymose caricature of myself, standing in her own tears. The second one showed a bloodstain, not a single trace of my features.

This was uncomfortable. I guess horror movies were right about not investigating strange areas. Fortunately, at the end of the hall there was a door with a golden knob. At least there was a way out of this weird place.

Opening the door, I entered a wide, near empty room; I couldn’t see an end. On the ground, there was a lit oil lantern that didn’t provide much light. I picked up the lamp and I walked to the end of the room.

At the end, there was a wall with an iron plaque placed on the center. I put my light to the message embedded on it:

“THOU SHALT NOT SUFFER A WITCH TO LIVE.”

My eyes widened at the familiar phrase and the door slammed shut behind me. Darkness nearly  swallowed me.

Then came the sound of rushing wind and my chest was hit with a weight.

SLAM.

CRUNCH.

SQUELCH. 

Red dominated my vision. My body hurt everywhere, yet I felt weightless.

When the walls parted, I smelled blood. My skin decorated the walls like tapestries. The ground was sprinkled with gore, glass, and torn paper and I couldn’t feel my legs I couldn’t stand and I would never touch anything again and my ears rung-

—

I jolted awake and fell backwards in my chair. I scrambled to my feet to pull my chair back up to its desk.

“Miss Knowles”, the teacher spoke up, “School is dismissed.”

“O-Oh! I’m sorry- I’m leaving.” I slid my regalia off of the desk and stuffed them into my bag.

[joonary]

subtle | myg

↳ summary: just another memory added to the long list of drunk memories that you’ll forget but wish you’d remember, while yoongi will remember but wish he could forget. 

↳ genre: fluff; light angst; friends (?) to lovers (?); min yoongi x reader

↳ rating: pg-13

↳ warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, and yoongi’s soft spots being exposed to the light of day. yknow, just another joonary fic.

↳ word count: 3.5k

↳ a/n: don’t ask me what this is because i wrote this in like 2 hours so i don’t even know. heavily inspired by chapter 51 of see you in my 19th life because i can’t get their dynamic out of my head. it’s been such a long time since i’ve written anything at all, let me know what you think!

It’s happening again.

Yoongi already knows who it is before he can even spare a glance at the now-lit screen of his cell phone. Already grabbing his keys without even answering, already knows all too well where he’d find you at this hour on a night like this. Fuck you, Pavlov—because is it really conditioning if you’re doing it consciously?

It’s not like his eyes still subconsciously flit to the cruel lighting of his iPhone screen, just to double check that the typography is displaying the same contact name he thought it would be.

It’s not like he is already rushing down to the parking garage with a light sweater slung across his shoulders, the direction of his feet being led by his heart and not his head.

“It’s not like that at all,” he mutters to himself.

(Yeah, because him actually doing these things on purpose is so much better.)

Both hands are on the steering wheel—it’s been a good long minute since he’s given into his abandoned habit of chewing his nails, but he’s afraid that if he lets up his grip, he’ll relapse again.

There’s already enough of that going on tonight. 

The first time that this has happened, Yoongi had been caught off guard.

Upon catching word that he moved back into town, you had asked him to have dinner with you. Just a quiet night out, as two estranged friends who haven’t seen one another in nearly three years—nothing more, nothing less. When you phrase it like that, oftentimes one wouldn’t expect a confession to be thrown into that mix, much less only two glasses of wine in. 

Not that you had sprung it on him intentionally. But that time, he had brushed off the incident as just a slip of the tongue, regret over your loss of contact with him over the years drunkenly manifesting itself as a desire to be more than that.

But then it happened again. More often than not, it starts with you already being inebriated, calling him and telling him that you just want his company, until later in the night your inhibitions break and you wind up asking him if there’s any chance left that the two of you could ever be together.

He only goes because he wants to make sure you get home safe. Rejecting you on these nights out slowly chips away at his heart, but there’s no way he can say yes to you, and there’s also no way he can just leave you alone, regardless of the fact that these incidences happen again and again and again–

“You made it!”

Yoongi slides into the seat across from where you sit at the booth, and despite just arriving, he can already tell that you’ve had a lot to drink. Not enough for your semi-regular speedrun of the five stages of grief to kick in yet, but it will get to that point soon. 

You’re still in your work clothes, and Yoongi has half a mind to wonder how long you’ve been here before you called.

“I got you your favorite!” you exclaim with genuine excitement, pointing your finger at the glass of water that sits atop the coaster in front of him. The sincerity in your eyes makes him nearly double over laughing. 

You exchange a handful of small talk, but by that definition it would be mostly you babbling on about recent events in your life while Yoongi offers a word or two in response. He’s always been more of a listener than a talker. 

Things take a turn when the inebriation soaks in, and it has you leaning your forehead against the cool wood of the table in front of you. Yoongi’s about to tell you that the table’s probably too dirty for you to be doing that, but you halt his thoughts when you speak.

“I really didn’t mean to call you this time. I told myself I wouldn’t, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything. I’ll always be here,” he says. He means it. 

“Just give it to me straight,” you pry as you pick up your head, hand clutching around the napkin that was now balled in your fist. “Why aren’t you into me? Did I ever say something to offend you? Was I too persistent?”

Yoongi actually snorts at that. “Trust me, if your persistence bothered me, I’d’ve changed my number twelve years ago.”

You blink up at him prettily, placated. Initial question thrown to the wind. “You really haven’t changed your number?”

Yoongi’s not sure how much more he’d have to spell this out to you. He’s practically written a hundred thousand word count love letter to you with all the shit he’s said during these late night chats.

“If my number wasn’t the same, how would you know how to call me every time you get drunk like this?”

You look positively scandalized. “I’ve never called you before tonight!”

“You have.”

“No!”

“Yup.”

He pops the “P” with playful emphasis. It’s strange really, how you’re the only person who ever brings out this boyish side of him.

Because he isn’t even lying—Drunk Encounter Number Five can definitely attest to that. Same booth, same bar, but that time you had called him from the old ass payphone mounted to the wall by the bathrooms; when he had questioned it, your answer was simple. You had forgotten your phone at home that night.

(“Didn’t need it,” you had shrugged, the alcohol turning your reserved personality into one doused in cockiness. “Why would I when I’ve got your number memorized by heart?”

Is it wrong for Yoongi to have a favorite one of these drunk memories? Yeah, probably. This one would be it though.)

“How many times have I done that?”

Yoongi’s dragged out of his own memories by the present you. When he turns to you, you look weirdly sober. Façade or not, it scares him shitless, honestly.

Because he’s afraid of what that means for the both of you. That tomorrow, he would have to deal with the burden of you knowing how he truly felt, and you would have to deal with the embarrassment of the things your own boldness had caused you to ask.

Sitting up straight, his smile disappears. It’s not unlike the state that sober you is used to seeing him. “Done what? Called me?” He asks hesitantly.

You nod.

He wishes that he’s lost count.

But he hasn’t, because every moment he spends with you gets embedded into the deep recesses of his mind, whether he wants them to or not.

“A few times,” he answers flatly.

It’s a safe answer—nine, including tonight, technically was still in the single digits, and therefore wasn’t a call count to be too embarrassed of. But then again, your embarrassment tolerance was also only about a third as strong as your alcohol tolerance, and well, we know how great that’s been working out for you.

He can’t say or do anything too crazy, even if it did happen to be the truth, for fear that you might actually remember it come tomorrow.

“Did I ever ask you out during those times?”

Yoongi nearly chokes on his ice water. Yes, you one hundred percent have done that, nearly every single fucking time. What’s with all the questions now?

His silence is enough of an answer. “Good,” you nod, resting your cheek on the wood of the table so hard that the apple of it puffs up cutely. “Because your stupid little cardigan makes you look very dateable right now.”

Yoongi flushes. “Wh-”

“Will you go out with me?”

Wow. Not subtle.

And the look in your eyes—however glazed, however sleepy—they remind him of the people that the both of you used to be.

The pair of you, inseparable for better or for worse, the world at your fingertips. The people who could’ve fallen in love easily, but only held themselves back from doing so.

Maybe the two of you hadn’t changed as much as Yoongi thought.

“Okay.”

The payout is instantaneous. “O-okay?”

As much as Yoongi wants to convince himself that the only reason he’s here is to make sure you get home safe, he knows he’s also here for this. Your candid reactions are so cute, and he likes the fact that he can have an honest conversation with you without having to bear the consequences of them in the future.

Though, you’ve never been the type to lie to him, sober or not. Perhaps the only person that these nights offer a real escape from is himself.

He’s smiling but anyone would be able to see the sadness behind his eyes. “You won’t remember this in the morning anyways.”

“That’s not true!” You exclaim. “How could I forget something like this?”

Yoongi really, really hopes that you end up eating those words.

You deserve better than a relationship with him that starts with an insincere confession like this—that is, if you two end up in a relationship at all. Yoongi needs to reel himself back into the reality that you shouldn’t be together, period. “You could get my name tattooed on your forehead right now and you’d have no idea how it got there by tomorrow.”

“No, I’ll prove it to you!” Yoongi quirks a brow in interest, waiting for you to continue.

“There’s no way I’m going to forget this. Tomorrow morning, I-I’m gonna call you. And I’ll tell you that you have no choice but to take me on a date right now because you’re my boyfriend and I deserve to be spoiled by you.”

“You do,” he smiles fondly, inducing the blush that creeps up your cheeks. 

Yoongi hears bustling around your little bubble of privacy, as the bar would be closing soon. That, paired with the sleepiness clouding over in your eyes, is as good a sign as any that it’s time for you to get home.

Despite the trek from the entrance of the bar to Yoongi’s car being a short one, the chilled late night weather definitely bites as hard as it can in the meantime. He shrugs himself out of his gray cardigan before sliding your arms into its sleeves and holding you close with an arm looped around your shoulders.

“You’re such a good boyfriend,” you mumble instead of a thank you, and it leaves Yoongi snorting out a laugh before telling you to shut up. 

Technically, his apartment is closer than yours is to your present location, but he’s better off driving you all the way home. You fall asleep as soon as you land in the passenger seat, swaddled in his cardigan, and stay knocked out as dead weight for the entirety of the time he carries you back to your door.

Your roommate Naeun knows Yoongi well enough to let him in at this ungodly hour with you in his arms, from the few times that you’ve invited him over to the shared flat to have dinner with the both of them. 

It would be a fair statement to say that she’s seen more of him on nights like this than from any formal hang out, though. 

He thanks her for letting him in and promises that he won’t stay for long. He never does, but he still says it each time. Most times, she just hums in agreement before padding back to her own room to continue whatever it was that occupied her time while she waited for her roommate to return.

Like clockwork, he sits you down on the bed first before removing your shoes and taking them back to the shoe rack by the entrance to your apartment. Then, he returns with makeup wipes, dabbing away at your face to prevent the pesky acne that’ll appear if he doesn’t. He brushes through any visible tangles in your hair softly with his fingers.

That’s as much as he’s willing to do. You’re awake the entire time he does this, studying his face like you’re trying to decipher if what’s happening is real or not. He avoids eye contact as much as possible.

“I’ll leave you alone now,” he promises with a sigh as he stands up from his kneeling position. “Just change into pajamas and sleep well, please.”

You offer him a sleepy nod, still sitting up on the bed despite the way your head nods with fatigue.

He retrieves your phone from your purse and plugs it into its charger on the nightstand, before swiping it unlocked and erasing the outgoing call to his own phone from your records.

He sweeps his gaze across the room, searching for any evidence of his presence that would raise questions come morning. It’s a practiced routine at this point.

As he’s about to take his leave, he casts one glance back to you, who has now fallen asleep—not in pajamas and resting in what looks to be the most uncomfortable sleeping position known to the human race. You suck at following directions.

He really should be leaving now. Morning neck pain be damned.

But he can’t bring himself to, and he’s lucky he didn’t because as he winds his arms around you to properly place your head against your pillows, it’s only then that he notices that you still have the most incriminating piece of evidence from tonight yet.

“Can I have my sweater back?”

“Do I have to?” You pout, barely even awake, and at this point in the game, you look so blackout tired that there’s no way you can be serious right now. You’re just arguing with him for the sake of it.

But Yoongi isn’t upset by it. If anything, it only makes him more reluctant to take it away—your earlier comment hadn’t made sense to him before, but he sees now that you were correct. Except now, his stupid little cardigan made you look oh-so-dateable. He’ll have to thank the Macy’s clearance rack for this one.

And as he balls the aforementioned sweater beneath one arm after gingerly sitting you up once again and removing it from its place around your shoulders, he can’t help but have one last request from you. Just to seal away the feelings that had hit him with a terrifying amount of force tonight.

“Remind me again why we never dated?”

It’s not supposed to be a question. But he can’t help the hopefulness that colors his voice when the words leave his mouth. Hope that you’d tell him that there were no reasons holding him back at all. Not back then, and least of all right now. 

And God, your response is so much worse than that.

“Because if we dated, you would have ended up marrying me.”

You say it like a threat, like a consequence, and Yoongi wonders how the hell he made you believe that going down that road would only wind up being burdensome for him.

He’ll never stop thinking about it for the rest of his miserable life.

With a now dampened mood (that he literally asked for, mind you), he strokes the back of his hand across your cheek.

“Get some sleep, ‘kay?” He sighs out, lifting himself from his seat on your mattress.

“Goodnight, Yoongi,” you say groggily, eyes fluttering shut the second he moves to leave.

Yoongi wishes he could say that he didn’t look back once before he exits the room.

“Don’t tell her that I was the one who dropped her off,” Yoongi says gruffly, back facing your roommate as he silently shuts your bedroom door. The warning is more necessary than ever tonight, just in case you do follow through with your earlier promise come tomorrow.

Naeun barely pays his remark any mind. “Not like she’s questioned it the last six hundred times this has happened.”

Yoongi shoots her a look, and your roommate begrudgingly lets out a sigh. “Fine, fine, I promise I won’t say anything. If she asks what happened last night I was the one who picked her up.”

Yoongi’s sliding his shoes back on before she’s speaking again. 

“I think you two really do need to talk though. Sober, I mean. I don’t know how much history you guys have going on because she always avoids talking about you when I ask, and I don’t know why you feel the need to delete your call history every time you bring her back home. What I do know from the times we’ve spoken, Yoongi, you’re a decent guy and you apparently mean a lot to Y/N. I don’t like the fact that being around each other is some sort of sore spot for the both of you, and I don’t know how long it’s been that way but I think that needs to be fixed.

“I don’t know, none of my business though,” she tacks on, a safety net in case Yoongi ends up taking her advice and everything goes to shit.

The man only nods solemnly as a response, before Naeun lets him out. “You get home safe too, okay? Thank you for always taking care of her.”

After bidding his goodbyes and taking the short drive back to his own apartment, exhaustion seeps into Yoongi’s bones so deep that he considers just knocking out on the couch instead of taking another ten miserable steps to get to his actual bed. 

As he’s dozing off to sleep, part of him wishes that he had the same accursed memory that you did, because he doesn’t know how the hell else he’s going to get you out of his dreams.

When you wake in the morning, you surprisingly don’t feel as shitty as you usually do after a late night out drinking. The stiffness in your body can likely be attributed to your uncomfortable outerwear that you had worn to bed, but that’s easily repairable with the help of a hot shower.

It’s a practiced routine at this point, the way you scrounge through every app on your phone to make sure that you hadn’t done or said anything stupid last night with no memories as a receipt to accompany it. Especially where a certain man in your contacts was concerned.

You breathe out a heavy sigh of relief when you see the last time that you had messaged Yoongi was two weeks ago when you had asked if he wanted to come over and play board games with you and your roommate. 

Oh! Speaking of your roommate–you check the time on your phone before concluding that she most likely hasn’t headed out for the day yet.

Upon seeing her in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of orange juice, you crush her in a back hug. “Thank you for picking me up,” you start. “Again. I really gotta stop doing this to you.”

The dark haired girl only smiles softly before patting you on the head over her shoulder. “Don’t even worry about it. You don’t owe me anything. Here’s a very subtle reminder that you’re responsible for our next grocery run though.”

“Fair enough,” you agree, releasing her with a laugh. You move to start unloading the dishwasher, before she speaks again with a proposition. 

“Was thinking about inviting Taehyung and Eunji for dinner tonight,” she begins. “It’s been a good minute since we’ve had anyone over. You can invite other people too if you want.”

You’re about to make some shitty quip about not having any friends, but Naeun beats you to the punch. “Don’t even say that you have no friends. You’re a massive social butterfly at work, plus there’s that one guy you invite every so often. Yoongi? Yeah, he seems nice enough.”

“Coworkers don’t necessarily equate to friends,” you say, but Naeun only responds with a lifted eyebrow. “I’ll… I’ll think about inviting Yoongi though.”

Hovering over the aforementioned guy’s contact back in the safety of your room, you contemplate if you’re actually going through with this. You feel dumb for the butterflies that erupt in your stomach just from the thought of seeing him again, despite the neutrality of your relationship that’s slowly rebuilding over the months since he’s come back.

Texting him would be enough, but it’s a bit of a short notice invite, and you’d rather have him outright reject your offer than sit around and twiddle your thumbs while you wait for a message in response.

And maybe, just maybe, you want to hear his morning voice, if it’s still early enough for you to potentially catch it over the phone.

No–shut up! 

You physically shake your head to clear away the thought and the resounding blush it brings before you bite the bullet and press the call button. 

Yoongi nearly has a heart attack when he flips over his phone and sees who’s calling him.

[zodiacs-web]

Similarity

Dazai Osamu x PM!Gn!Reader

Synopsis: Odasaku? Nah, nah, unless...

What's in the web: Angst, comfort(?), unedited cause speedrunning my requests

Seeing you for the first time, he felt a nostalgic yet depressing feeling. A stoic face that screamed bored, the strong presence, and the knack for having the urge to to anything else but kill. So why were you, a meaningless lackey, in the Port Mafia? To be honest, money. It's such a strange yet simple desire that kept you here in shackles.

One that Mori would oh so casually remind you ever so often just to tighten those restraints. You never told him your ability, keeping it a secret just for the sake of being left alone despite being able to killed at any minute. Yet everything changed when you both met, standing face to face in a bank, hostages on the sidelines as you gave him a stoic stare.

He didn't know anything about you, assuming you were just a lackey sent on a suicide mission, he could care less. But that strength that defeated the tiger and slightly outclassed him, finally opened his eyes. You weren't just some lackey, you were a pawn so capable that not even Mori noticed it.

Too similar, he was even afraid you'd meet an end such a his. His throat tightened at the thought, why does he care so much? You're a Port Mafia member sent to die, there's nothing important about you. But seeing you run away with the goods, no one hurt or killed, hurt him in some way.

Such a small encounter led to a giant one, he saw you everywhere, like a disease plaguing his mind. Meeting you in the alley of a random street, he felt a bit of dread in his heart if he spoke to you. Yet seeing the threat of a sword at his throat, he knew. This was a mere empty threat he had face countless times in his life.

"Are you going to kill me?" He asked, his eyes emptying themselves.

No response.

"I don't mind dying, life was never that meaningful anyways."

"Yet, you want to throw that wish away."

A response, not one he anticipated.

"Huh?"

"Death is more tempting than fulfilling the wish of the dead."

"How do you...?"

"I recognize those eyes of yours. You will get nothing if you just wallow in guilt. I dwelled in that guilt before."

The blade now gone, his eyes lingering onto yours. One's so similar he was holding back tears.

"Fulfill the dead's wish and a little hope may strike once again."

In an instant, you were gone. He stood there like an idiot who fell in love for the first time. Was this love or a sense of belonging? Who knows? He can't tell either apart. But he wanted to see you again. To see who he was he talking to.

Though the meet was not purposeful, he couldn't help but stare at your ceiling in confusion. His clothes whirling in the dryer while you passed him a bag of bandages and clothes for him to wear. You left him alone to do his thing, his hand wrapping around the soggy bandages.

At least you waited for him to wake up instead of seeing him. At least you were so kind enough to bring him pork cutlet and serve it to him on the mahogany table. Later, you watched in a loving glare that sent pleasurable shivers down his spine.

At that very moment, he questioned himself.

You, a Port Mafia member, showed him more kindness to him than everyone, besides him, despite this being just natural thing to do. Your hands lingered on more than you realized as you made sure his head had no injury. The fear of being touched so present yet so needy to be dead.

Seemingly, he stayed, using the excuse of feeling fuzzy in the head after falling into the river. Finally giving him his clothes once they finished drying. You sighed as you let him stay in the comfort of your apartment, it seemed as if you didn't want him here. You didn't but no one important was coming to check up on you.

The silence was thicker than the tofu that sat at the top of your bowl. Poking and prodding at the poor thing before plopping it into your mouth. His eyes stared at your moves, figuring you out in that very moment. He couldn't take the silence even if he's dwelled in it before.

"Why did you help me?" he asked, grabbing his chopsticks. "You're Port mafia, I shouldn't matter to you."

"I can't leave a man in the river to die. You still have the rest of your life." Responding quickly to plop more tofu into your mouth.

"What if I wanted to get rid of it? There is no meaning anyway." He frowned.

"No meaning, ay? Life may be meaningless, but I still want to have fun without having to worry about my record."

He stayed silent. He felt like he experienced a similar situation but something was different. The silence was thick again, one he was scared to cut, but he needed something.

"Have you ever fallen in love?"

You stared at him, wary of his question, "Do crushes count?"

He chuckled, "I suppose, but that happiness when you see them, I wish to experience that again."

"I see. I've never really experienced that before."

"Can we both try?"

You fully awake on his sudden confession. Confession? Is this a confession? You don't know and you shouldn't try whatever he wants.

"What do you mean?"

"I want to be your friend then maybe...we can be something more." He whispered that last part, hoping you couldn't catch it.

A sigh left your lips, "I'm Port Mafia. You do realize that. Mori would kill me."

"Don't worry. I can keep this relationship safe."

You were skeptical on that note. You seriously doubted it, but there was something in your mind reaching for it.

"Sure."

"Let us be the greatest of friends, (Y/n)."

"I can live with that, Dazai."

[volivolition]

i dont think this is going to fit in the tags so im just going to preemptively type up here hkjgh <3 TL;DR: how does it feel to be so correct about everything ever hjhgjk

I ALSO PULLED FROM THAT BLOG HGKJHG i always enjoyed how they broke down their analyses, also the way they described Mages of Breath as "balancing that delicate balance between walking and flight" hit the nail on the head for me hkjfh <33

i also dont like gendered classes, i think its just homestuck being a product of its time, there's a wide expanse of gender identity and limiting specific ways of "here's how i interact with my aspect" to certain genders is a very constrictive way of working with it hkjdh its a restriction i adamantly ignore, one of my old ocs is a lord of hope and my god she kicks ass hkjgh <3 ALSO TRUE WHAT IF ITS JUST TRANSLATION ERROR HKJGHDH

YES!! YEAH!!! i ALWAYS think about this, the whole point of sburb is general just character development while you create a new universe, it generates a personal hero's journey for each player down to your land and classpect, and homestuck subverts it in order to create a narrative, but in general, that's what sburb is about!! (HKJGH WE ARE NOT TALKING ABOUT ULTIMATE SELVES THANK YOUUU <3) who do you want to grow into? how do you want to better yourself? thats so cool, reconciling who you were and how you've changed by going god tier wowowow… THE DEATH TAROT CARD!! REBIRTH AND CHANGE!!! it really is just character arc speedrun any%, huh? hkjhg

OH FOR REAL i was originally a Maid of Hope but FUCK I HATE DRESSES so i just gave myself really flowy pants hkjhg (now im a Mage of Breath so the pants are normal for me) god tiers outfits are made to be comfortable and fit who you've grown to become, they should be personalized to your specific tastes <33

I LOVE THE ASPECT WHEEL HKGJH i did a school essay about it once actually hkjhg how each aspect has a counter that thus reveals more about the counter aspect through knowing what it's not, aND ALSO YEAH, the way that both aspects come into play, princes and bards ghosting their aspect and acting more like their opposite aspect, and mages having to balance too much and too little of their aspect (<- is a mage hkjfh) i LOVEEEE aspects ruahgh <33

SYLPH OF HEART!!!! its always hard to classpect real people because we're always ever-changing, not like fictional characters, we're a lot more complicated and multi-faceted, BUT YET!! WE TRY!! :] i LOVE heart players, lots of good introspection into identity!! and im happy to read about sylphs, they're one of the classes i didn't focus on other than "oh yeah healing class!!" so its interesting to read your perspective on it!! :D <3 (BELIEVE ME THE AUDIENCE IS INTERESTED HKJHG <33) !!! that's such a fascinating take on the classpect, that it's more connections based!! :0 but also same, i love character dynamics and relationships, ALL OF THE BLORBOS SHOULD INTERACT WITH EACH OTHER HKJH <333

LOVELY ART!! we handshake on so many things but also 🤝 sona has a cool undercut B) <33 the bangles are so cute!! the pants puffing out and cinching at the ankle!! ough what a lovely design, full of whimsy <3

YES you'd be an excellent ally for a sburb game, a great support classpect!! healing the soul!! moral support hehe <33 I LOVE LANDS i love how they help facilitate your character arc quest through sburb... ough god theyre so interesting and they can tell a lot about the characters though maybe thats just my love of worldbuilding hjkhfkj ooh and maybe you'd have an underwater quest to symbolize going deep into introspection and finding calmness under the waves?? your land sounds so pretty <33

dude i LOVE monologues i love listening to classpect talk, its been so long since ive read up on it and mY GOD i love classpects so fucking much :] this is so cool HDKJH MY RESPONSE IS VERY LONG TOO this is just my way of showing people im listening hkjghg THANK YOU FOR ANSWERING!!!

HI <3 polite invitation to talk about your godtier and land thoughts for your characters if you want to!! i am sitting and listening intently :3 <3

Oh my god asfdgdgifgdb you don't know what you've done,,,,,

Long post incoming!!

So quick plug of an old blog that established a lot of my HS godtier opinions early on dahniwitchoflight so you can see a lot of where my context originates (esp. the godtier aspect masterpost) but with that out the way here we go

In terms of godtier opinions, I don't believe in gendered classes. I think that, socially, there may be a bias certain genders may have to certain classes (Muse and Lord, for example). But I don't believe that's an absolute. For one, there are more genders than the binary and people don't always identify as one forever. Secondly, I think to say that, for example, Lord is always aggressive and therefore only men can be Lords is uhhhhhhh,,, very stereotypical and simply doesn't encapsulate the range of human expression. Besides, isn't it more fun for the classes to be non-gendered using gendered human words? Who's to say the game mechanics of SBURB/sgrub are in english? There's gotta be some kind of translation errors or approximations going on in lore lmao

Related to this is that a godtier is meant to be a culmination of a character arc, the end reward of the 'ideal self' a character can be. This is not referring to 'ultimate' selves (i sincerely don't want to touch that concept at all) or even 'morally correct' selves - merely the best kind of self a character would want to be. The best you that you wanna be! Whether that means embracing your flaws or overcoming them, the godtier is the symbol of your growth as a person. Hence why to 'go godtier' you have to fuse your dreamself and awake self together, finally bringing together the two separate experiences you've lived as a player before this; your 'normal' life and your SBURB life. This also follows why death is a consistent theme and in fact needed for godtier ascension. You are killing or accepting the death of your former self in order to ascend into your new self, via combining everything you've learned into everything you'll be. It's supposed to be a positive, if traumatic, experience. Like changing and growing in life already is! Just faster lol

On a brief design point, I do think godtier outfits should also therefore change to fit the wearer and what they're comfortable with. I don't necessarily think that it should be like, witch skirt for girls but trousers for boys, I think that if a godtier outfit is your ideal self it should automatically change into whatever you'd be comfortable wearing. So if someone is a Witch, but doesn't mind wearing a skirt, then they'd ascend into the default Witch outfit. If they then wanted to change it they could through a thought. But if a Witch ascends and they hate skirts or maybe just cannot imagine wearing one then maybe it changes into shorts or something lol. I've actually done some alternate designs of godtiers along this line as it happens which you'll see in this post.

I also like the Aspect counterparts, that each one has an opposite, and while in canon that doesn't have much of an effect on the godtier design beyond the kids, I actually like the accessories and shoes on godtiers taking on the colours of their opposite Aspect. I like that it symbolises that even their opposite has an affect on the Aspect in question.

Now, this is all some lovely prose but what am I going on about? So, like all great and real scientists, I'll use myself as an example first.

...

Me - Sylph of Heart

So I've gone through many, many iterations of godtier introspection (started in Hope, have moved to Heart, Sylph has stayed pretty consistent but I still have doubts) and, of course, being a real life person this is the one that's evolved and changed the most as I have evolved and changed throughout my teens and adult life. But for the sake of analysis, I'll give my 'sona' or 'self-insert' the godtier to separate myself from the analysis and come at this more honestly.

Heart as an Aspect is all about Emotion and the Soul. As the opposite counterpart to the Aspect Mind (which is concerned with the brain, reason and, y'know, the mind lol), Heart players are more impulsive and driven by personal goals. It's all about the Inner Self, the Individual, what makes You Unique as opposed to everyone else in the world. It's Passion, it's Empathy, it's Understanding - about people, mostly. It's about Knowing Yourself and what you like or dislike. Your Heart, in a lot of ways, is the emotional centre and Heart players follow it to a T - and often to the detriment of everything else. It's not inaccurate to say Heart players come across as self-obsessed b/c they are concerned with discovering themselves and their own identity. None of these things come without drawbacks of course and none of this means Heart players don't care about others. They simply assume everyone else is just as obsessed with Finding themselves as they are. I mean, at their best, Heart players are compassionate, imaginative and a steady presence in life. But, uh, at their worst they can come across as dismissive, rigid or nosy lol Personally, as someone very driven by emotion and with a tendancy for introspection, to the point of contantly overthinking my feelings and second guessing my impulses, I feel comfortable in the Heart Aspect.

So Sylphs are talkers. Chatterboxes you could say. They're also one of two 'healer' classes and the active counterpart to Maid. Which yeah I'm aware I have a tendency to ramble. Sylphs are known to love talking about their interests to an audience, whether the audience is interested or not lmao. For a Sylph of Heart, that's mostly concentrated into the subject of Love and Relationships. Sylphs are also nosy little meddlers and so one interpretation of Heart could be a cupid-like matchmaker of sorts. I don't personally see that for myself but it's a valid interpretation.

Personally, I see myself as a person obsessed with Connection and the Relationships that make these connections stable. Friendship, romantic, QPR, you name it, I'm interested in the dynamics. In fiction and in fandom, this makes me a prolific shipper yes haha but most of all I love character interactions. I love filler episodes! And beach episodes! And regency romance! And slice of life isekai anime! B/c all those things prioritise character interaction and personal character arcs over plot or action or whatever haha. I love gentle drama and harmless gossip, I love watching two people get to know each other and be forever changed for having met one another and! I!! Love!!! My!!!! Friends!!!!!!!

Also the sylph outfit is cool af actually. In this image I've actually redesigned it to be a little more gender neutral hence the billowing trousers but I love the no sleeves and the curled shoes and the ribbon-y capelet thing lol. And the bangles!!

I have some ideas for godtier powers but they're not fleshed out yet, but for Sylph of Heart I imagine they'd have to power to 'heal the soul/heart' so to speak. To keep emotions steady in the heat of battle and to help heal mental or emotional wounds. They sound like a support class, like a buffer or healer.

Oh god this got long, I have some ideas for lands but I'll be honest it's almost entirely based on this post from dahni years ago (literally 10 years ago oh gods how long have I been here) b/c i really vibe with it so I have nothing new to really add lol. Maybe there'd be like pink lakes or maybe i'd have a coastal type planet with rough seas that symbolise riding the waves of emotion or something lmao

Hope you enjoyed this brief foray! I'll probably reblog this with a breakdown of the godtiers I've assigned to 4 of my dnd characters I did for fun so you can see my opinions on the Space, Time, Mind and Heart (again) aspects as well as the Maid, Page, Mage and Knight classes too. But for now I need to cook dinner lol

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part One. George: the definition of “hello, have you met my friend?”

warnings: none word count: 1568 (not including pictures) *** Bugsy is Y/n’s username! I got too attached to change it to y/u/n so change it in your mind if you’d like :) 

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Y/n sighed lightly as she set her phone on the desk in front of her. Her eyes traveled back to her monitor, where George was sharing his screen on Discord as he practiced speedruns. Y/n and Sapnap were on call with him to keep him company.

The cold air around her nipped at her skin, sending chills and bringing goosebumps. She pulled her hoodie closer to her body, tucking her feet on her chair to curl herself in a ball.

"This run sucks," George mumbled. "I thought it was going to be good."

"It would have if the village actually had anything useful," Sapnap commented. "There was a lava pool at spawn and everything."

"What do you think, Bugsy? Should I start over?"

She hummed, squinting at the screen. "Yeah, you should."

He left and started a new run.

"Karl's replies on Twitter are always so funny," Sapnap giggled after a few moments of silence. "He's so formal."

"I love that kid. That's my best friend right there, no cap," Y/n said with a smile. She and Karl had been friends for a few years now. They met through their parents being friends and shortly found out the other streamed and quickly bonded over that as their fanbases grew.

"Did you see Wilbur's response to your tweet?" Sapnap asked. "Man wrote you a letter."

"What did the tweets say?" George asked, half-listening as he focused on his run.

Sapnap read them and George laughed through his nose. "How could you ask for a Minecraft boyfriend while you're literally on a call with us while I'm playing Minecraft?"

"Just keeping my options open," Y/n laughed. "Don't worry, I'm wearing a GeorgeNotFound hoodie as we speak."

"I'd be worried, George. There are quite a few proposals in the responses."

"Shut up," Y/n muttered, a smile on her face that she was glad neither of them could see. "George, you remember my roommate is in love with you, right? Don't upset her by being jealous of boys coming after me."

"You're an idiot," George breathed out in a laugh. "No, she's not."

"She is. Very much."

"No, no, she isn't."

"George," Sapnap sighed dramatically. "Just accept that you can be loved."

"You're both idiots, okay?" George laughed awkwardly. "This seed is terrible," he groaned.

"Wait!" Sapnap yelled. "Village on the left!"

George quickly turned and ran towards the village to loot it. Y/n watched with Sapnap as George found iron and a few other valuable things.

"Oh! This might be okay."

"Bugsy?" Sapnap asked slowly, sounding confused.

"Sapnap?" she replied in the same tone.

"Have you not met Quackity?"

"No. What made you ask?"

"I just saw his response to your tweet."

"Why are you two on your phones? I'm speedrunning!"

"Because you still haven't made it to the nether on any of them," Sapnap bit. "How are you best friends with Karl and you haven't you met Quackity?"

"I dunno. I just haven't. There's a lot of people I have only spoken to through Twitter replies."

"Like who?" George asked.

"Why are we only talking about me?" Y/n asked in slight frustration. She wasn't fond of talking about herself because she wasn't used to it. "This is George's stream."

"Well, now I'm really curious so I wanna talk about this," George laughed. "Who haven't you met?"

"I dunno!" she said, flustered. "Quackity, Wilbur, Dream, Tubbo, Tomm-- wait, no I met Tommy. He yelled at me."

"Wait, wait, what?" Sapnap interrupted.

Y/n paused but neither of them said anything. "What?"

"You haven't met Dream?" George asked, sounding equally as confused.

No one said anything. "No? Why is that surprising. I mean, we've joked through tweets and stuff but I've never played with him or actually spoken to him."

"What about DMs and stuff?" George asked.

"Nope. Dream is just thirsty in my replies like Wilbur," she joked, feeling the anxiety of the awkward pauses seep through her skin and touch her bones. Why were they being so weird about it? "Why is that so shocking that a man with, like, 15 million subscribers has never spoken to me?"

Sapnap laughed. "I'm just genuinely surprised that he hasn't reached out to you before."

"Yeah, me too," George agreed. "He talks about you in a way I thought you guys were good friends. And you're friends with us so I just assumed you were friends with him too."

Y/n laughed, nervous at the mention of being talked about. "Well, he must be a pussy or something because I have yet to receive any acknowledgement from Dream Was Taken besides him occasionally replying to my tweets and Instagram pictures."

George laughed suddenly, making Y/n look at the monitor with George's screen quickly, which wasn't moving. "What happened? Did you find something?"

"No," George's screen began moving again and he started building a portal. "Dream just texted me because he's watching the stream."

"What did he say?" Sapnap asked.

"He said, 'can I join the call? I don't want Bugsy to think I'm a pussy'," George answered, lowering his voice to a mumble before adding, "And something else he'd probably kill me if I said out loud."

Sapnap and George laughed at Y/n's silence. She was only joking, not intending to challenge him to talk to her. Honestly, she was relieved he had never spoken to her because he intimidated her. Meeting people made her nervous and Dream was no different. If anything, he was worse because he was a big deal and he kinda flirted with her sometimes, which gave her butterflies in a way she didn't like.

"I'm adding him to call," George announced.

"Wait, you're not going to check if I'm okay with meeting him live in front of 80,000 people?" Y/n asked with a small, nervous laugh.

"No, because it's my stream. I can do what I want. I can't live another second knowing you two have never talked."

"I think Bugsy's scared!" Sapnap coeed.

"I think so too!"

"You wish," Y/n muttered.

A small sound emitted from Discord, notifying everyone that someone joined the voice chat.

"Hello Dreeaamm..." George dragged out as he navigated the nether. "I made it to the nether, Sapnap. Will you get off your phone now?"

"Yeah, I guess. Hi Dream!"

"Hello," Dream said casually. "Hello, Bugsy."

Y/n lowered in her chair more, pulling her hood up and closing it tight over her eyes. No one could see her but his voice made her feel seen.

Sapnap giggled and George laughed. Dream breathed out a laugh. Y/n responded with a small, "Hi."

"Bugsy, you're such a liar!" Sapnap called out. "You are so scared."

"Shut up, Sapnap!" she chuckled.

"Scared of what?" Dream asked innocently.

"Meeting you," George answered. Traitor.

"Forgive me," Y/n started, sitting up in her seat and pulling open her hood to watch George play, "for being nervous to meet Mr. Speedrun in front of a huge live audience." She decided to joke around to hopefully ease the nervousness under her skin. "I'm just worried he's going to flirt with me again and I'll have to embarrass him in front of everyone by rejecting him again."

They all laughed.

"I mean, you already said Karl was in the lead for being your Minecraft boyfriend, so I really have no shot," Dream said.

"As if I'm letting some girl named Bugsy steal my fiance!" Sapnap yelled.

"Ah!" The attention was ripped away from Y/n as George screamed. Y/n looked at the screen, watching as her friend was getting attacked by a hoard of zombie pigmen.

"Why did you hit one, George?" she teased.

"I didn't mean to! AHH!!" he screeched, making everyone laugh. "STOP ATTACKING ME!"

"George!" Dream laughed. "Just run, you won't be able to kill them all!"

"I'm trying!" George fell in lava and screamed again. His death appeared on the screen and Y/n could hear him slam his desk. "That run was so good until the zombie pig came out of nowhere."

He started a new run and it was quiet for a moment before Dream's soft voice spoke again. "Well, Bugsy. I hope you forgive me for taking so long to speak to you."

"I-I was just kidding about you being a pussy," she mumbled, making him laugh.

"No, it's true. I was."

"Come on, Dream, sliding in my DMs is easy," she joked. "You could have if you wanted to."

"Trust us," George laughed, "he wanted to."

"What?" Dream asked George loudly, making Sapnap laugh.

"Dream, you talk about her all the time. George and I were both led to believe you were already friends based on how you talk about her."

"How I talk about her? What does that mean?" Dream sounded defensive and it made Y/n smile.

"You're always like, 'Bugsy did this' and 'Bugsy tweeted that', and 'I have to do a face reveal before Bugsy does because she'll outshine me'," Sapnap teased.

"Okay, the last one? I never said that. You're lying about that."

"But the rest of it is true?" Y/n teased.

"Look, you play good and your tweets are funny! I didn't come on here to get bullied, oh my gosh."

**********

A/N: this is my first time attempting a social media fic so the theme of this series is gonna be ignore the number of likes/retweets and stuff just know that y/n is a much smaller streamer she only gets a lot of likes and stuff when it involves other mcyt ya know okay fun times 

Please give feedback!! I hope you enjoy it!!! I don’t have a schedule right now but I might in the future if this series gets a lot of attention :) as of right now i’ll try to update at least once a week! 

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[immortalpunz]

♡punz appreciation post ♡

i don't know, i feel like punz is slept on so much bc of the other more well known cc's and i think he deserves more recognition

im also just a huge punz simp im sorry ajsfd

- his minecraft skills are so fucking unmatched frfr, his current speedrun pb is 19:31 ,, so i mean, that ain't half bad.

-dream has said himself that he is hesitant about adding punz as the 5th hunter bc he thinks he's too op (which he is, and i will defend this til the day i die) punz is a top minecraft player and i don't give a fuck what anyone else says

- i know a lot of people on here don't watch his streams (based off the lack of live blogging i see when he's live) but he has dope ass music playing during speedrunning and always promotes others music at the beginning of any stream (roadtrip, derivakats music, etc,) i know a lot of cc's do, but

- avid lgbtq+ ally (always so outwardly supportive of his lgbtq+ friends/chat/fans etc,)

- he's always super great w/ his chat. he calls them out on their bullshit and doesn't let them push any boundaries, while still being super open and willing to have chill conversations. he's really good at expanding on certain topics that a dono will bring up or talking about things that he doesn't know much about by letting chat teach him.

- he's actually such a chill, kind, considerate dude ! he always wants everyone to feel welcome and comfortable.

- during group streams, he always wants to make sure that everyone is heard. I think he did a stream with niki(?) and a bunch of other people a while ago and she said something and was being talked over/ignored. but punz spoke over them to expand on what she had said and talk to her.

- punz was also the first bigger cc that raided ranboo when he first started and only had a few hundred(?) viewers, which is what got ranboo his first bit of exposure :))

- he plays more than minecraft as well, he also plays valorant, among us, and pummel party. he plays pummel party every saturday night with a group (typically w/ antfrost, boomer, velvet, 5up, bad, gumi, sam, and sometimes foolish !!!) and it's super pog :) y'all should watch it!

- he's actually funny too ?!? (i know, unheard of for a cc to actually be funny /hj)

- he's a good streamer™ - he's very active with chat and knows how to interact with them vv well :) he always tries to match his energy with whoever he's streaming with/match the vibe of the content. he knows how to intrigue his audience (subjective, but a personal opinion of mine !)

-he seems like he genuinely appreciates even the tiniest gestures of others, he doesn't half-ass any responses and makes sure that the person or friend he's talking to/dono he's answering knows that he actually appreciates them and cares about what they're saying

-he cares about the content he puts out and if he starts feeling 'out of it' or low on energy he won't stream/will end stream bc he doesn't want to ruin the vibe for the viewers or have content he isn't proud of. (he does stream on his alt twitch account too for his less energetic, less hype streams, they're usually a good vibe too)

- if he makes a mistake or says/does something out of line, he takes the time to educate himself, listen to what others have to say, and will apologize without trying to defend himself for what he did. he takes responsibility for his actions. like when he made a 'bottom' joke on stream, ant and velvet talked to him for a while afterwards to let him know like 'hey, no, dont do that' and he held himself accountable.

-he gives all of his friends random compliments for no reason (and will say that one of his friends reminds him of a character/post ect,)

- also,, he did an eyebrow slit for a sub goal (it looks so good, send help!!)- and will be painting his nails black for the next one !! :))

a lot of my moots don't watch punz from what i've seen on my dash, but he is genuinely one of my favourite streamers and i wanted to share some appreciation for him <3 i know this was super messy, but im so ajhshvdjasd about him

*side note: im currently writing this as im watching his alt stream and gumi is absolutely roasting punz and ripping him apart while he's afk (/lh) for being annoying and bullying everyone during pummel party ajsgdja

a few things gumi/elaina/chat has said about him in the past 5 minutes while he was afk (all /lh):

-punz seems like a dude that would wear cargo shorts in the snow ajsjdha.

-also said that he was probably the dude in highschool that would jump and hit the door frame when entering a room lmaoo.

-he most likely practices all the tiktok dances alone in his room.

-looks like a dude that would enjoy coleslaw

he came back to the stream and all of his friends went "scatter!" hgasfdh

love adding a bit of spice to my appreciation posts <3

[woodchipp]

Imagine unblocking someone you've previously blocked just to comb through their blog again and post how Epic your Own™ was on your blog and talk shit about them in the notes instead of just. moving on with your business. I forgot this conversation took place by this point lol

The notes themeselves aren't any less delightful

i had to block this person bc they constantly talk shit in the tags like their opinion is objectively correct like.... ah yes clearly the correct response when dealing with a suicidal person with abandonment issues is to abandon them again like a sociopath and act surprised pikachu face when said person unalives themself lmao

"like their opinion is objectively correct" nah, it's not and it never was. I just try to always make sure the claims I make are properly sourced instead of pulling shit out of my ass. I apologize if that offended you.

I'm not obligated to be perpetually polite if you lot keep deliberately misinterpreting me.

"clearly the correct response when dealing with a suicidal person with abandonment issues is to abandon them again like a sociopath"

I don't even understand the point here. I actually condemned Sunny for abandoning Basil after ruining the photo album and I condemned him for abandoning Basil again during the latter's first breakdown in the bathroom.

The phrasing inadvertently implies that Sunny is a sociopath. Nice! :D

"he was goddamned stressed bc of how much she was working him like a racehorse" Such a shame that wasn't shown in the game itself. At least actually seeing Mari "working him like a racehorse" would've made Sunny's tantrum more justified. But all we get during the main story is a book about how he thought violin practice was a "nuisance" because it prevented him from watching Saturday morning cartoons with his friends for as long as he would've preferred to.

That, by the way, was my original point. That was the entire reason we had that debate in the first place.

sure they didn't have infinite time and resources to make this long game even longer

Or they make comparisons to other franchises that have a higher budget and obviously Omori isn't going to match them

They had six years and $203,000. They also had the money Omocat made from selling their merch to keep the development afloat after exhausting the $203,000. I'd say that's a pretty big amount of time and money.

Also, writing doesn't take a budget. I concede the game was rushed since it visibly affected the story (e.g. the game speedrunning Aubrey's redemption arc on One Day Left), but it was less of a budgetary issue and more due to Omocat's mismanagement.

you can tell how much sunny rly loves his friends just by linking the areas he goes to to places/things he associates w them

So I should be convinced that Sunny loves his friends because... he made up a perfect world for them in his head? While never doing anything substantial for them in the real world beyond just Being There?

What defines you is your actions, not your thoughts. The game can keep telling me Sunny loves his friends all it wants, but his actions seem to imply otherwise.

otherworld = summer camp with kel, sweetheart's castle = a sleepover with friends, especially aubrey and basil, orange oasis = prolly vacations/road trips sunny went on where he was allowed to take the friends with, last resort = his idea of adulthood and hero's role in it, prolly also went to vacation in the city

See, this is exactly what I'm talking about when I talk about "fanon interpretations"

This interpretation is pretty nice. I'm not saying it has no right to exist because that'd be absurd lol. But it's just that - an interpretation. The game itself doesn't supply much evidence to prove this interpretation correct (save for maybe Last Resort because I can see your point re. that location). The "hidden details" you all talk about are largely in the eye of the beholder, and most of them are just you filling in the large amount of blanks this game leaves.

Accusing me of talking like I'm "objectively correct" and then positing your interpretation as more correct than mine makes you a hypocrite, and it's not my fault you all seem to get incensed whenever someone tries to challenge your interpretations either.

Yea that's the point of a twist bud. It's supposed to surprise you and take you offguard.

Not to the point of the twist feeling like it doesn't even fit into the story the game was telling up to that point.

like i immediately figured out something was up w the stairs and a tree was involved bc of the stairs/tree imagery and all the something battles being at the stairs

I said I'm aware of the staircases before the Something fights. My point was that it just wasn't enough.

The tree could be easily written off as Sunny being traumatized by Mari's suicide, not his manslaughter. That was another one of my points - there isn't enough concrete hints to Mari's death being a manslaughter instead of a suicide beyond "hey look at these cool stairs bro"

Oh, and by the way, about Forest of Stumps' background parallax - the pieces of the Truth photos contained therein aren't even visible much because the layout of the map largely obscures the parallax. You can only view the parallax in full if you access the Remina area, which a first-time player is extremely unlikely to do.

silent hill is a completely different genre of horror. It's not going to structure its plot/format it's storytelling the same way as omori because they're different genres

"a completely different genre of horror" Both OMORI and Silent Hill 2 are psychological horror lmfao

I was just bringing up Silent Hill 2 as an example of an actually good psychological horror story with a very similar premise to OMORI, not saying their structure should've been the same.

they don't WANT to enjoy it, they don't WANT to acknowledge anything good about it, so instead of just saying "eh, it's not for me" and leaving everyone else alone they shit on it in the game's tags with weakly construed arguments completely contradicted by the game and act like it's "objectively" bad and that anyone who likes it is stupid

I've previously acknowledged that I like the initial premise of a young boy creating a huge dream world to cope with his sister's suicide and I thought that the concepts of the characters were pretty interesting on paper, though.

If my arguments are "completely contradicted by the game", how did it provide me with so many sources for my critique of it? lmao

"anyone who likes it is stupid" man I love it when my interlocutor just shoves words into my mouth to make me look more malicious than I actually am

"clown shit tbh" Clowns are funny, though. You're just sad.

archiving this cause I blocked and the post got nuked lmao

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[ray-ray-writings]

Stream Stresses-SBI Au

This is a Brother!Technoblade, Brother!Wilbur, Brother!Tommyinnit, and Father!Philza x gn!reader in the SBI inc Au. I hope that this is written how the anon that requested it wants it, but I’m not sure. So basically, the SBI is a real family dynamic, the thing is that all of Philza’s children, Y/N, Tommy, Techno, and Wilbur are all well known streamers and everybody’s fans know this and love the family dynamic that you four have, because you’re literally family. So yeah. Here you go, I hope you enjoy. 

Check out my masterlist here!

When Y/N makes fun of their brother, chat jumps to his defense by saying some not so nice things about Y/N. The mean things cause Y/N to shut down their stream with tears in their eyes, worrying their father, Philza.

Y/N’s POV

“Hello chat!” I exclaimed, adjusting my headphones as people slowly began to flood the chat, “How are we today?” A variety of responses flew through my chat before my question was returned to me. “How am I today? I’m doing good! Thank you for asking!” My eyes scanned my notification and I couldn’t help but smile at the subs and donos rolling through. I quickly thank everyone by name before clapping, “Okay chat, today we are going to be playing Minecraft. But we’re not going to play on the SBI server, no we’re going to attempt speedrunning!” I explained. I eagerly watched my chat explode in support, a lot of ‘POGS’ flying by my eyes. “Well let’s get started, shall we?” 

I quickly opened my Minecraft and adjusted my stream so that my viewers could see what I was doing. “What should we name the first world? Yes we’re naming them, what monster does not name their speedrun worlds?” Random names flew through the chat, until one caught my eyes. “Tommy! We’ll name this one Tommy so when it let’s me down it won’t be anything new!” I cheered, typing the name into the world box, giggling to myself. For the most part the chat found it funny, but I did see some people say some mean stuff for making fun of my brother. 

I quickly cleared my throat and shook it off, “Here we go chat!” I exclaimed before loading in the world. I spawn in an acacia biome next to a desert, “So far Tommy’s treating us pretty good huh?” I joked, rushing over to a tree and punching it. I gained a bunch of wood and then began running through the desert in search of a village. I found one rather quickly and began my raid. I got everything from the chests and then found the iron golem and hit it to get it to chase me so I could build up and kill it… Only problem is I wasn’t quick enough.

I let out screech as the iron golem flung me up in the air, dealing a crazy amount of damage to the point where when I landed, I died. I gave a quick huff and pout as I exited out of the world. “Okay… What did I say, should have been expected to be let down by Tommy!” I exclaimed, my eyes scanning the chat. A few people laughed, but a lot of them were calling me horrible. They were saying that I shouldn’t blame my inability to play the game on my brother. It caused a pain to strike in my heart, because that’s not what I was doing at all. Really mean names began flying through my chat causing me to clear my throat and look away. “Um… Let’s try again,” I mumbled, creating a new world. 

“We’re just going to keep going down the list” I announced, trying to bring my energy back up as I typed the name “Wilbur” into the world box before hitting ‘create world’ and loading in. I let my eyes dance back to chat that seemed to go back to normal, but there were still some really mean people in chat. This time I spawned in a plains biome next to a village. I got pretty far this time. I made it all the way to the nether, even found a fortress, but my excitement about it died pretty quickly… because I did too. 

“NOOO!” I shouted at the ‘You Died’ screen. “I didn’t even see that blaze there! Damn it Wilbur!” I exclaimed, exciting out of the world once more. My eyes looked over to chat again, praying that the haters had gotten bored and left… My prayers were not answered. Instead, there were probably the most amount of haters I’d ever seen in my chat before. Every message was filled with hate. Telling me that I wasn’t good enough, that I should just quit, that my brothers were so much better than I was and there was no reason for me to even continue. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help the tears that formed in my eyes and began streaming down my cheeks. 

“Ummm… Thanks for coming. I’m going to end stream now,” I sniffed, closing Minecraft and going to my streaming settings. “Bye,” I whimpered out before ending the stream. I sat there frozen for a minute before breaking down into sob. Why do they hate me?

*POV Switch*

Philza’s POV

A grin crossed my face as my phone lit up with a twitch notification. I quickly shifted my attention to my phone screen to figure out which child it was that was going live. It was Y/N! I quickly set up my phone in such a way that I could ‘watch’ their stream while I made dinner for everyone. “Hello chat!” I heard them exclaim, “How are we today!” 

It really warmed my heart to watch my children stream. All four of them had worked extremely hard to get where they are today. I did everything I could to understand the Twitch community so I could support my children as they achieved their dreams. Sure it was hard at times, me trying to keep up with everything in all their streams but also when they’re all streaming at the same time and just screaming at each other, but we make it work. 

My focus turned to the food that I was making. Footsteps entered the kitchen pulling my attention away from the stream, “Hey Dadza,” Techno’s monotone voice greeted me from behind. “Hello Techno,” I greeted back, throwing him a smile over my shoulder. “Is Y/N streaming?” Techno asked, walking to the refrigerator, pulling it open and grabbing a water bottle. I nodded my head at the question. “Yeah, they’re speed running,” I responded, turning my head back to the veggies I was cutting for dinner. Techno let out a hum before turning his attention to my phone. 

As I cooked, I could hear Techno let out small laughs at what they’re sibling was saying on their stream. Twentyish minutes had gone by before Techno spoke actual words, “What the fuck,” He muttered, getting closer to my phone. “Language… What’s going on?” I asked, still focused on making dinner. “Y/N is crying,” He explained. My head snapped to my phone and sure enough, tears were streaming down their face. “Bye” they croaked out before the stream just ended. Not wasting any more time, I grabbed my phone and I ran out of the kitchen and toward Y/N’s room. 

As I grew closer, I could hear sobs coming from their room causing my heart to sink in my chest. I gave a quick knock on the door before barreling in. Y/N was still sitting in their gaming chair, hunched over into themselves, their hands muffiling the sobs falling from their lips. “Oh honey,” I whispered, closing the door behind me. Y/N’s head shot up and their red rimmed eyes met mine. Another loud sob broke from their mouth causing my heart to hurt even more. I took a few quick steps forward to get to them and offer them comfort. Y/N rose from their gaming chair and fell into my open arms. I quickly wrapped my arms around them in a tight hug. “I’ve got you honey,” I murmured, “I’ve got you.”

At some point, I slowly made my way to their bed and sat down, leaning against the headboard, pulling them to sit across my lap, burying their face in my chest like all those years ago when they were a lot younger. I couldn’t help but be reminded of the afternoons that they and their brothers would go outside to play and ride bikes and they would come back in with scraped and bloodied knees and palms. I would pull them into my lap, dry their tears, and help them calm down. It’s a bittersweet memory. It feels nice to think back, but under these circumstances? Not so much. 

Slowly but surely, Y/N’s sobs died down into simple sniffles before stopping all together. “You okay?” I questioned softly, leaning back ever so slightly so I could meet my child’s eyes. Their puffy ears peered up as they slowly nodded, “Yeah. I’ll be okay,” they muttered out resting their head back on my shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked carefully, not wanting to upset them again. A soft sigh left Y/N’s mouth, “I suppose I should. It’s best not to bottle it up,” they thought aloud causing me to smile just a little bit. A small bit of pride welled up inside me of how grown up they sounded. 

The smile quickly faded from my lips as my child explained what had happened on their stream. How chat had turned on them and the mean things that they said. I could feel my blood begin to boil. I was extremely pissed at not only chat, but at the mods for not stopping it. But I had to remain calm on the outside, for Y/N’s sake. 

“I’m so sorry that happened honey. You don’t deserve that. Nothing they said is true okay? You work so hard and it shows because you’re so good at what you do. Your brothers are good at what they do too. You guys are on equal playing feels and are all exceptional streamers. You deserve all good things honey. And I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to mod. You’re never streaming without me modding again. Do you understand me?” I rambled, staring at my child curled in my lap. A small giggle sounded in the air causing me to relax ever so slightly. “Yeah. I understand you dad… Thank you.” 

Before I could respond, there was a small knock on the door. “Come in,” Y/N called, staring curiously at the door. It swung open and there stood my three other children peering nervously into the room. After standing in the doorway in an awkward silence for a moment, Tommy lets out a loud scoff before pushing his way into the room and crawls up on the best next to us. Tommy then surprises me by wrapping his arms around his sibling and gives them a tight squeeze, “You’re a good streamer Y/N,” I heard him mumble in his sibling's ear. “Chat can be just a little stupid sometimes.” Another giggle passes through their lips as Y/N slides off of my lap and sits in between Tommy and I. “Thanks Tommy,” they whisper back, turning their body to properly hug their brother back. 

The closing of the door pulled my attention away from my youngest two. Wilbur and Techno were now also completely in the room and were heading toward the bed as well. I moved over so that one of them could sit in between Y/N and I and the other could go sit next to Tommy. Wilbur took the place beside me, sending Techno over by Tommy. Not saying anything, Wilbur turned his body and reached over and wrapped his long arms around Y/N and Tommy, trapping them in their own hug. For the first time ever, neither of them complained. Neither told him to get off, simply just accepted the affection from their brother. 

And to my surprise and delight, Techno leaned onto Tommy and wrapped his arms around the two as well, his arms only able to wrap around Y/N. The four didn’t say anything as they laid in the cuddle pile. I couldn’t stop the tears that formed in my eyes. They hadn’t done this in years. Before Wilbur and Techno hit their teen years, the four of them would cuddle in piles like this all the time. When I couldn’t find any of them, I would only have to find one to find all of them. But once the teen years began, the two eldest felt that they were too cool to cuddle with their siblings and the piles came to a stop. It warms my heart to see them do this, even if it’s under really shitty circumstances. 

One by one, their breathing evened out. One by one, they fell asleep. Once I was sure all were asleep, I slowly and carefully got off of the bed and managed to do so without waking any of them. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, made sure the ringer and flash were off, before snapping many photos. I didn’t plan on sharing them with everyone, they were just for me to have and to hold. Maybe I’ll print one and put it in my office. 

I carefully slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind me before heading back to the kitchen. The kitchen was exactly how I left it when I fled to Y/N’s room after seeing them cry. As quietly as I could, I put everything away. I decided I was no longer in a mood to cook. Besides, on days like today, I think Y/N deserves to have their favorite carry out… Don’t you?

I don’t know if I liked how this one turned out, so let me know what you think! Leave a like if you did enjoy it and maybe even reply or reblog or even send me an ask telling me what you thought!!