#mischief server

[etahpots]

[personinthepalace]

I have finally created a Plex server! It is basically like my personal streaming platform where I can watch whatever I want as long as I have the files. In mmni terms, it’s my home cinema haha. Currently I have:

The Goes Wrong Show

Mischief Movie Night In

Peter Pan Goes Wrong

The Christmas That Goes Wrong

A Christmas Carol Goes Wrong

Spy x Family Musical

Odd Squad the Movie

If you are interested in watching any of these on Plex, then please feel free to shoot me a message! I will need your Plex username (making an account is free) so I can add you and give you access :)

Edit: Just to clarify - I will still be giving out the downloadable links as I usually do. This is just an alternative to (hopefully) make it easier to watch everything :)

[mutant-mischief-discord]

WE HAD A GREAT OPENING WEEKEND...

as you can certainly see!

and YOU can get in on the fun too,, by joining the Mutant Mischief HQ discord~ *wink wink*

we'd love to have you <3

[recursive360]

(via GIPHY)

[styx-the-stick]

randomly came across one of my mutuals on the hohr discord and now im discovering they're a mischief fan as well???

[tanunigans]

Smurf of the day because I couldn't get much done

Baker. A nice contrast from yesterday's Sweepy

[hellorhighrollers]

(sound on)

[valleyofgays]

random skykid doodles except i re-downloaded them from discord so quality may vary

[gremnda]

hiiii grem!! How you’ve been? I woke up, scrolled the tag and sighed audibly a little but it’s ok. Hopefully. I’m just hoping for a big talk behind the scenes to fix some issues but idk how likely that is. Looking forward to what you do next!!! <3

- mossii

hii mossii! doing good thank youu, hope ur also well! i've seen people in the tag being devastated about Something but i actually have no idea what's going on LMAO i just know that bbh watchers are in despair kjhshskhk

i might need to watch bbh's stream to find out what's going on tbh but i feel like the whole gist of it is that there's a new update that puts red and green at a disadvantage? not sooo sure,,, i've heard things and screenshots from here and there but i don't want to come to any conclusions without actually watching vods myself :,D

thank you so much legend!!! i'm currently working on 3 pieces at once, that's the level of hyperfixation we're at rn!! <3 going insane smile ^-^

[zoradementio]

Filled out a blorbo chart with a few of mine & thought I should share :)

[the-mischief-music]

Another spotify release! Also, a discord server!

Things are really kicking up in The Mischief, huh?

First thing's first, the original demo of Mr. Neuroscientist is going live on Spotify (As well as whatever else DistroKid put it on) on September 23rd. Click below to preview and presave!

Second, we finally have a discord server, where you can see all our content, interact with other listeners, and of course, talk to the band members! Sol and Nova aren't in it, but maybe someday they'll decide it's worth being in if enough people join. In the meantime, I'll be sure to pester them with relaying messages from our members.

Click here to join us on Discord!

[sad-yehaw]

Op I love you

this is just what being friends with me is like unfortunately

[mutant-mischief-discord]

WE'RE OFFICIALLY OPEN!

WHO'S READY... FOR SOME CHAOS IN THE SEWERS?

the Mutant Mischief HQ Discord is now officially open for business, and YOU'RE invited! ~ yes, that's right, YOU!

HOP ON OVER to experience our unique variety of chaos & fun, kicking off with our regular weekend community showing of Rise of the TMNT… TOMORROW!

and-- be ready for the full details of our GRAND OPENING prompt week, coming SOON in the server's events channel ^w^

[shepscapades]

Thanks to artfight, I’ve finally finished a detailed, official dbhc cub reference! :D

(I’ve put his Artifight description below the cut, which has a more detailed explanation of his timeline, lore, and aesthetics! >:3)

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  OVERVIEW ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

Name: C.B.F.N.4000 (Cub) Pronouns: He/Him Species: Android Height: 5’9’’ Associated Visual Themes: vex, ghosts, explosions, mischief, scientist aesthetic, potions, potionmaking, sleepy/tired aesthetic, conspiracies

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  ABOUT ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

CBFN4000 is an au version of MCYT Hermitcraft’s Cubfan, set in my DBHC (or Detroit Become Hermitcraft) AU! This au is inspired by the 2018 game Detroit Become Human, but not because it really has anything to do with DBH—I simply yoinked the android mechanics and incorporated them into the world of Hermitcraft. It began as a S8 au, and has roughly followed the hermitcraft timeline up to the present! 

Cub was the last android made during Season 8. While many of the hermit androids were made at the beginning of season 8 and a few were made for season 9, Cub was finished and activated mid-late Season 8, around the time when Hermits started noticing the Big Moon. Cub’s model ended up being a sloppy experiment in deviation, as Doc suggested they try to transfer deviancy to an android upon activation to try and avoid traumatic situations that might cause an android to deviate violently or upsettingly, such as Etho’s, Tango’s, or Mumbo’s experiences. While this went relatively well initially, it clearly wasn’t very thoroughly thought out, as Xisuma (who is normally so adamant and detail-oriented when it comes to assuring the androids’ safety with experiments like this) wasn’t truly himself due to external manipulation and mostly left a relatively young-deviant Doc to carry out the project himself. 

Cub, though adjusting to sentience rather well at first, very quickly became wrapped up in the Big Moon happenings on the server, new personality and inexperience to emotions like fear and ignorance completely overwhelming his young system. He became obsessive over the implications and consequences of the Season 8 Moon Apocalypse, joining the Mooners and spreading his conspiracy theories religiously throughout the server as he descended into madness. The insanity was like a virus to his programming, pervasive and all-engulfing, and Cub’s final attempt to free himself from the Moon’s impact with the Earth—to launch himself on a llama into space via potion-powered TNT(insane btw)— left his hands and feet singed and cracked to ruin.

The experiment, considered a horrific failure by a deeply shameful—and more awake—S9 Xisuma, left Doc and Xisuma with the decision to reset him for the new season, and they ended up pairing him with a hermit like they had done with the other androids until they had found deviancy enough to pursue their own projects. So, at the start of season 9 and fresh after a reset, Cub was paired with Scar. Naturally, because Scar is… Scar, Cub deviated almost instantly after being given to him, and very quickly adopted the iconic lazy, stoic, amused attributes normally associated with Cubfan. Scar’s tendency towards mischief and general shenanigans grew instantly on Cub, and the two were an immediate inseparable pair. So much so that when Scar began rambling one day about his Season 5 Hermitcraft Shenanigans (where deals with the Vex may or may not have been involved), Cub immediately stated he was interested in being in on it. Whatever “it” means. It’s unclear if Cub also made a deal with the vex or became connected to them in some other way, but… well, he got Doc’s help to trick out his eyes, hair, and back to best fit the part. Scar is very jealous that he can't magically make himself have the same features to match.

Cub is closest with Scar, but he gets along just as well with any of the other hermits! He’s close with Jevin and many of the other redstoners like Etho and Doc, who are the other two androids I’ve put on artfight!

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  EXTRAS ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

Cub's eyes can light up in the dark, and he’s the only android who has edited his programming so that the default state of his LED is white, not blue. It still will go yellow and red if his processors are working particularly hard, but he’s replaced the blue setting on his LED with white to better match the Vex vibe. Cub has all of the vibes of a fae. If that’s anything <3

[nina-ya]

Synopsis: You are trying to bake some Christmas cookies when Ace decides he wants to get a taste of something sweeter Pairing: Ace x afab! reader CW: NSFW MINORS DNI, oral sex (reader receiving), Ace is a little shit. • ficmas masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

The sugary scent of cookie dough filled the galley as you worked at the counter, rolling pin in hand and a look of concentration on your face. Christmas was coming, and you’d be damned if you let the holiday pass without indulging in its sweet traditions. 

You were lost in your little world, completely unaware of the presence lurking behind you until a pair of familiar arms slipped around your waist. The heat of his bare skin met your back as Ace pulled you flush against him, his warmth melting through your clothes. His lips ghosted the curve of your neck, brushing just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice honeyed and low, laced with that playful charm you could never ignore. “What’s a guy gotta do to get some attention around here?”

A smirk tugged at your lips, but you didn’t turn to face him, keeping your hands busy with the dough. “You can start by helping me with these cookies,” you said, refusing to let him distract you. “They’re not going to bake themselves.”

Ace’s chuckle was rich, vibrating against your skin as his hands roamed, sliding down to rest just above the curve of your hips. “The cookies can wait,” he drawled, a teasing edge lacing his words. “But I can't.” His mouth found the tender spot beneath your ear, his teeth grazing slightly before soothing the mark with a kiss.

“Ace,” you managed, though your voice wavered when his hands dipped lower, fingertips brushing the hem of your skirt. “I’m serious. These need to get done.”

With a dramatic sigh, he released you, stepping back just enough to give you hope that he might let you finish. But the relief was short-lived. You felt his hands grab onto and glide down the backs of your thighs, lifting the fabric of your skirt as he knelt behind you.

“Ace what are you-” the question died on your lips, replaced by a sharp inhale as cool air kissed your now-bare skin. 

“Just keep working,” he said, voice tinged with mischief. “I’ll take care of the rest.”

Your protest dissolved into a startled gasp as his mouth pressed against your core through the thin fabric of your panties, his tongue tracing patterns that made your knees tremble. His hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you steady. 

“You’re impossible,” you whispered, the words tumbling out somewhere between a moan and a laugh, your grip on the counter tightening for support. 

He hummed against you, the vibrations sending sparks flooding through your body. “Just making sure my favorite baker gets the attention they deserve.” his voice muffled but unmistakably smug.

Your breath hitched as Ace’s tongue moved against you, the fabric of your panties now damp with evidence of his teasing, his grip on you holding you steady even as your legs threatened to give way. The rolling pin lay forgotten on the counter, replaced by the press of your trembling palms against the surface. 

“Ace,” you gasped, barely able to form the word through the haze clouding your mind. “Knock it off! What if someone walks in?” Your voice was strained, half-hearted in protest. 

He paused briefly, pulling back just to glance up at you with a grin that was equal parts wicked and charming. His dark eyes glimmered with playfulness as he replied, “Don’t be so loud and no one will bother us.” Without giving you a chance to argue, his hands hooked into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down slowly. Goosebumps spread all over your body at the feeling of the air against your exposed core. 

He returned to his task, his mouth now unrestrained as he parted your folds with his tongue. The heat of his breath and the slick, deliberate strokes of his tongue had you clinging onto the counter for dear life, your thighs trembling with the effort to stay upright. 

His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer to him as if he couldn’t get enough. His tongue lapped at you in languid, sinful strokes, alternating between flicking over your sensitive bundle of nerves and delving into your core, tasting you as though you were a five-course meal. 

“Fuck, Ace,” you breathed, your head falling forward, forehead nearly touching the countertop. You scrambled to push away the cookie dough to avoid crushing it. Every nerve in your body was on fire, burning with each movement of his tongue. You bit your lip in an effort to stifle the moans threatening to spill from your lips. 

He chuckled against you, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. “I told you to keep working,” he said, his voice muffled but full of smug amusement. “Don’t stop on my account.”

“As if I could-” Your words dissolved into a sharp gasp as he sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue circling it with devastating precision. Your grip on the counter tightened, knuckles white as the pleasure built steadily within you.

Ace, ever attuned to your reactions, groaned in satisfaction as he felt your thighs begin to quiver. His hands slid down, spreading you open further as his tongue continued its assault. He was insatiable, devouring you in a way that left you breathless and completely at his mercy. 

You couldn’t hold back the shaky moan that escaped your lips, your resolve crumbling with each stroke of his tongue. Ace took full advantage, adjusting his movements to pull another pretty sound out of you again. 

“Careful,” he teased, his voice husky and breathless. “If you keep making noises like that, someone might walk in.” 

Your legs trembled violently as Ace’s tongue delved deeper, not letting you breathe for even a second. Everything in your body seemed to snap taut, your breathing growing shallow and erratic as the tension inside you coiled tighter and tighter. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on you filled the kitchen, mingling with your soft, barely contained whimpers. 

You fought desperately to stifle your cries, biting your lip hard enough to taste blood, but it was a losing battle. Ace’s tongue swirled and flicked over that one spot that had your body screaming. 

“Ace- oh my god, I can’t-” 

“You can,” he murmured, voice filled with sinful arrogance. “And you will.”

The sound of his voice was your undoing. With a strangled moan, you shattered, your body convulsing as the pleasure rolled through you, leaving you breathless and trembling. Ace groaned against you, holding you steady as your legs gave out, his mouth continuing to work you through every last tremor until you were a quivering, boneless mess. 

You collapsed forward, your body pressed to the counter, chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. Ace finally released you, standing and wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his grin positively wolfish. 

Just as you thought you had a chance to regain your composure, a voice called from outside. 

“Are those cookies ready yet?”

You froze, your face going hot as you realized the state you were in: panties around your thighs, skirt bunched up around your waist, and a smug Ace standing right behind you. Before you could come up with an excuse, Ace leaned against the counter and shouted back, “She’s occupied with something else!” 

There was a beat of silence, and then a collective groan from whoever was in earshot. 

“For the love of- get a room, you two!” one voice yelled, another chiming in to continue with “The kitchen is sacred, you animals!”

You buried your face in your hands, absolutely mortified, but Ace only laughed, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. “They’ll live,” he said, pressing a kiss to the side of your flushed face. “Now how about we finish those cookies?” 

[capquinn]

hello my favorite writer on this app.. after your quinn thot today I was curious if you would write husband!quinn and reader doing the challenge where you go to dinner and first one to mention the kids loses.. maybe a little fun time ensues after 🫣

(quinn would definitely lose and talk about bug within 10 mins)

LOVE this idea. like, absolutely obsessed with it. quinn is struggling bc literally everything reminds him of bug and cub. the music playing in the restaurant? cub babbles along to it in the car. the couple at the next table? bug told him the other day she’s going to marry her best friend from daycare. he’s doomed from the start <3

“Let's play a game,” you announce, setting your menu down and leaning in conspiratorially. “First one to mention the kids loses.”

Across the table, Quinn smirks, tipping his beer to his lips.

“What do I win?”

You blink. “What?”

“If I win.” He raises an eyebrow, expression calm, but you know him too well — there’s mischief brewing under the surface. “What do I get?”

You narrow your eyes, suspicious. “What do you want?”

Quinn hums, pretending to mull it over, gaze flicking over you like he’s debating his options. He sets his beer down, lazily tracing the condensation on the glass with his fingers. Then, with a slow smirk, he shrugs.

“Dunno. Guess I’ll decide when I win.”

You scoff, nudging his shin with the toe of your shoe under the table. It’s not a hard kick — just enough to make him smirk, to let him know you’re onto him.

“Oh, you’re feeling confident.”

“I’m always confident.”

The game starts off easy. You talk about work, a movie you want to see, the couple at the table next to you who are clearly on a first date. Quinn teases you about how you always take forever to pick what to eat, while he’s already placed his order in record time.

You roll your eyes, leaning back in your chair.

“Sorry for wanting to make an informed decision.”

Quinn rests his chin in his palm, watching you with barely hidden amusement.

“You just read the whole menu, pick something, then change your mind three times before the server even gets here.”

“That is a gross exaggeration.”

He hums, a little too smug. “I just think it’s funny how you panic-order every time.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Keep talking and I’m ordering the most expensive thing on the menu.”

Quinn grins, kicking back slightly in his chair. “Go for it, baby. I’m winning this bet either way.”

You scoff, shaking your head, but before you can fire back, the server appears to take your order. You do exactly what Quinn predicted — debate between two options, panic last second, and pick something you weren’t even originally considering.

Quinn just smirks as he hands the menus back. “So predictable.”

“I’ll remember this when your food looks boring and you're begging for a bite of mine.”

Quinn just chuckles, shaking his head as he reaches across the table, fingers lazily finding yours. He doesn’t say anything at first, just traces slow, absentminded patterns over your knuckles, his thumb brushing over your wedding ring, turning it slightly like he always does. It’s quiet, easy — one of those moments that doesn’t need filling, just the two of you sitting there, comfortable in the silence.

Then, after a beat, he smirks. “This game is so easy, huh?”

You huff out a soft laugh, rolling your eyes as you squeeze his fingers. “Yeah, piece of cake.”

But as the minutes tick by, you start running out of steam. Every topic feels like it inevitably leads back to the two tiny humans you’re both very obviously not allowed to mention. You talk about a book you’ve been reading, but Quinn doesn’t read fiction. Quinn brings up hockey, but you hear enough about it during the season. The conversation starts circling the drain, filled with long pauses and raised brows, both of you waiting for the other to slip up.

And then — like it’s a reflex — you both reach for your phones at the same time.

You freeze. Quinn freezes. Fingers hovering over the screen, neither of you daring to move.

Quinn tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly, voice slow and suspicious. “What are you doing?”

You sit up straighter, phone still suspended midair, blinking at him like you’ve been caught red-handed. “What are you doing?”

His lips twitch. “Just checking something.”

"Me too," you reply, maybe a little too quickly. A beat of silence. The tension thickens, the air between you charged with the weight of realisation.

Quinn’s gaze flickers toward you, sharp and knowing. “Are you checking the baby monitor?”

Your jaw drops, betrayal and horror mixing into one. “Are you?”

Quinn exhales, dragging a hand down his face, already defeated. “Damn it.”

Your shock melts into pure glee. You throw your hands up, phone clattering against the table as you burst out laughing. “Oh my God! I won!”

Quinn groans, leaning back in his chair, tilting his head toward the ceiling.

“Unbelievable.” But there’s a fondness in his voice, even as he shakes his head, even as he reaches for his water like he needs a moment to process his loss.

You grin, all smug and triumphant. “Feels good to be a winner.”

Quinn shoots you a look, all playful warning.

“Guess we should just finish up and head home to —” He catches himself, groaning. “I almost did it again.”

“Tough loss.” You grin, voice full of fake sympathy as you rest your chin on your palm. “So, what do I win?”

Quinn watches you for a long moment, his eyes glinting with something warm, something teasing, something just a little dangerous. He leans in, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against your wrist where his hand has found yours again.

“You won. You call it," he murmurs, voice dropping just enough to make your breath hitch.

You hum, tilting your head, dragging it out just to watch him squirm.

“Hmm… I could ask for something small,” you muse, tapping a finger against your chin. “Or… something big.”

Quinn exhales, amused. “You're ruthless.”

“You knew that when you married me,” you counter sweetly.

His thumb strokes idly against the inside of your wrist, his gaze flickering between yours, a tension so thick and warm settling between you in the low candlelight.

Then, smirking, you lean in, all smooth confidence as you murmur, “I think I’ll decide when we get home.”