#to the yaoi chamber !

[kaliido-s]

A whisper, just loud enough for only him to hear.

[so-mq]

and what if i said parkour civilization au where where instead of seawatt truly dying to the parkour villain he instead got isekai’ed into another universe (pvpciv) and he’s trying to fight to get back to pkciv, but he wasnt going back to get revenge or try and heal. no he was fighting to get back to evbo and see HIS evbo again. and then meanwhile evbo is grieving seawatt and learning how to let go and move on

dare i say what if by the time seawatt is able to get back to pkciv and he finally sees evbo again, evbo’s already moved on. maybe he wouldnt have forgotten seawatt but its more “you’re a stranger i know everything about” vibe. seawatt fought tooth and nail and against all odds to come home only to find out the final semblance of reason to keep going has given up on him

[om0000]

that fucking mindfreak that i hate @catfacedcat why did u create her

[sneakupandhitya]

ugly yaoi

[lesbworth]

web weaving for the buddhist and taoist monks from dream of the red chamber by cao xueqin ✨

[averysmolkirbo]

i so desparately need therapy but that sounds really hard and why confront your demons when you can become friends with them and look at gay lawyers instead???

[frostiwars]

day 2!! first kiss!!

LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOO I DID IT

say hello to my kirby gijinka yaoi doujinshi manga

prose version will be under the cut! i'm so proud of myself for getting this done on time!

King Dedede and Meta Knight trailed through the halls of the palace, a cool tension still hanging between them. Meta Knight and Kirby had recently returned from their escapades in the Mirror Dimension, and Meta had just finished telling Dedede all the relevant details. A tumultuous mixture of pride and irritation swam through the king’s chest. 

“Yeah, that’s great ‘n all, but why didn’t ya tell me you were headin’ out on a dangerous mission like that?”

“...It didn’t seem relevant. I intended on dealing with this issue on my own, and it was only through sheer coincidence that Kirby happened to be nearby.”

“More like luck. You woulda been dead right now if it weren’t for that kid.”

“That is highly unlikely,” the knight retorted. “I would have been able to escape and take them down eventually.”

“And while that happened, Dreamland mighta crumbled without ya!”

“What, are you saying that you and Kirby wouldn’t have been able to keep things in shape if I weren’t here?”

Dedede spluttered. “N- no! I just- I don’t like the idea that-” He suddenly halted when he realized they were finally at his chamber doors. He eased them open roughly, mumbling to himself. The king only spoke again when they’d slammed shut behind him and Meta Knight. 

“I don’t want ya t’get hurt is all.”

“I am a warrior. Getting injured is inevitable.”

“NO! Not- that ain’t what I meant! I care about you, ya moron! I care about all my subjects!”

Meta Knight heaved a sigh. From Dedede’s perspective, it seemed he was dismissing whatever affection he had for the Voidborn…

But truthfully, Meta Knight wished the king’s care for him was more than just a king loving his loyal subject. He wished… No, it was selfish of him to want such a thing. He should be grateful enough as it is that Dedede accepted him back after the stunt he pulled a year or so ago. 

“I appreciate the sentiment…” was all he could muster up in reply. Dedede scoffed and sat down roughly on his bed, crossing his arms. 

“I guess that’s all I’m gonna get with ya, huh? Sheesh…”

A silence fell over them. Meta Knight clenched and unclenched his fists, unsure of whether to release his cape from his grip. If he really desired affection from the king that much, then shouldn’t he at least make some effort to show some vulnerability? The least he could do was stop hiding behind his cape like a child. But no, he couldn’t even do that…

“I… was just… trying to make things up to you…” he eventually murmured. 

“...Huh?”

“I didn’t want to ask for help. This was… this was supposed to be part of my atonement for my misdeeds against Dreamland. Against… you. But I see now that was a foolish endeavor.”

Dedede diverted his gaze away from the knight, opting to stare out the window at the sunset. Again and again, he tried to forget that incident with his best knight never happened. But he kept… bringing it up! What was his problem anyway? It was a damn embarrassment, more than anything else. For BOTH of them. Why Meta didn’t want to just forget about it was beyond him. 

“I don’ really care about that, y’know. You don’t gotta keep kickin’ yourself for somethin’ I already…” He didn’t want to say he ‘forgave’ him for it. Because he couldn’t forgive someone for something that they never explained to him. He just… wanted to ignore it. Like he ignored all his problems. 

“You may want to forget it, but I don’t wish to make the same mistake again. The only way that I can end that incident is if I properly atone for it.”

Dedede clenched his fists. “Y’know what would REALLY help atone? Actually tellin’ me WHY you did it in the first place!”

“I already told you why.” Meta Knight had to resist every urge in his body to not shout back at his king. Arguing like this would not help matters. “I disagreed with the lazy lifestyle of this country and your lackadaisical approach to ruling your people. I thought I would be better suited for the throne. It was a ridiculous notion. That was all.”

“NO! No it AIN’T! That CAN’T be it!”

“WHY?” he finally snapped back, letting his cape flow loose behind him as he gestured with his arms. “What reason do you have to believe that??”

“Because I- I mean I was TRYIN’! I was doin’ better! I- I tried to stop Nightmare and I- I almost did- I-” Dedede crossed his arms and gripped the fabric of his coat. “I tried t’fight back against that Dark Matter creep and- I- I know I didn’t win, but I tried my best… I was really tryin’ to be a better king for once. And- and what do I get for it?!”

He pointed accusingly at Meta. “My best knight tries to overthrow me! NO! I DON’T get it! Was I not ENOUGH!? Should I’a just TRIED HARDER?! Oh, sure, let me just STOP MYSELF from gettin’ possessed next time! That was MY FAULT, wasn’t it?! It was MY FAULT Kirby couldn’t just keep t’themself and had to go huntin’ all across the country just cuz a couple brats couldn’t stand a few bad dreams! Yeah- I shoulda TRIED harder!!”

At this point, the king was on his feet and practically in a rage. Meta Knight clenched his fists and tried not to step back. He had to stand his ground. But… but he didn’t realize…

Well, of course it made sense. He thought that Meta Knight thought he deserved it. That wasn’t what he meant at all… but he never told him that either. 

“It wasn’t your fault…” Meta Knight spoke in a low, almost gravelly tone. “That was the entire problem.”

Dedede’s breath still huffed in rage, but he waited for the knight to continue.

“I… those things never should have happened the way they did in the first place. You hid the truth of what you did to the Dream Fountain because you didn’t think the people could handle it. You were possessed by that demon because no one was keeping a proper eye on you… No one was doing their damn job. It was JUST you… just you and Kirby… and Kirby is a mere child.”

“What’re you sayin’??”

“I- It’s not just that. There was more. So much more I didn’t even know about. I looked into the history of Dreamland, and I looked into… your past as well.” At that, Dedede flinched, imperceptibly to himself but noticeable to Meta Knight. “There was so much, so many piled up incidents that I realized… you’re not… you’re not safe being the king of Dreamland.”

Dedede grit his teeth and his eyes widened. “Are you sayin’ I’m too WEAK to handle this shit?! Are you KIDDING ME!? THAT’S YOUR EXCUSE?!”

Meta Knight backed up against the wall as the king drew closer, his utter hatred fully palpable. “N- No- that’s not what I meant at all! I just-”

“You can’t just- I can’t BELIEVE you! What do you think I am?! Do you think I’m some pathetic kid that needs t’be coddled or something?!”

“Of course not- I don’t- It’s not as if I still think that- I really did- DO want what’s best for you-”

“HA! That’s the biggest pack of lies I’ve heard in a LONG time! And that’s sayin’ something, considering how much you lie to me ALL THE TIME.” King Dedede slammed his foot against the ground, almost leaving chips in the tiled floor. Meta Knight pushed past him and ran off a few feet, trying to escape the increasingly claustrophobic atmosphere. But he was still in the same room. All he did was run closer to the bed. 

But Dedede didn’t follow him. He just… glared at his back from across the room. Meta Knight leaned over, trying to calm his hyperventilation. This never would have happened if he had just… been honest with himself. King Dedede was right… he was right about him, all along. All he ever did was lie. 

He spoke through deep breaths. “You’re… right… I’m still lying to you… even now… I can’t ever… just be honest with myself… can I..?”

Dedede didn’t reply beyond taking a few steps closer to him. He reached forward to turn Meta Knight around so he would quit hiding from him, but his hand froze in the air.

Meta’s hand reached up and unclasped the latch holding his mask to his head. The bit of hair normally tamped down by the leather sprung up… his mask… now dangled loosely by his hip.

But he didn’t turn around.

King Dedede had never seen Meta Knight’s face before. Well, strictly speaking, that wasn’t true, but they were both kids at the time. He didn’t know at all what he looked like now, or why he so desperately tried to hide his face at all times. 

What was his game here?

“You’re right… my king. I have been hiding so many things from you. I’ve been lying to you, and I’ve been lying to myself. For almost a year… maybe more…”

“Uh…” This time, Dedede was the one who had to resist the urge to take a step back. The shock of Meta Knight removing his mask, even if he couldn’t see his face, was more than enough to cool down his head. “L- look I… I didn’t mean t’- I shouldn’ta said those things. I’m sorry- I’m sure you didn’t mean it like that and I- uh- I don’t even care anymore-”

“Now YOU are lying,” Meta Knight shot back coldly. “This has been bothering you for a while. And it will continue to bother you until I speak honestly. Correct?”

Damn him… of course he was right. But he didn’t WANT to admit Meta was ever right about anything. “Look, if you drop it, I’ll drop it.”

The knight’s voice shook in a way Dedede had never heard before. “No… I really shouldn’t keep lying… I might never see you again after this. But I need you to know my most honest, genuine self before that happens.”

“Wh- wait- wait what’dya mean I might not-” He didn’t want to go THAT far! He was just a bit mad, he didn’t- 

In one swift motion, Meta Knight spun around to face his king and grabbed his face in both his hands, pulling him down to his level. He stood on his toes and practically smashed their lips together, locking them in his with an intense, almost burning warmth. Dedede’s eyes shot wide open, but all he could see was his knight’s eyes creased shut, an almost pained expression on his face.

For a split second, Dedede considered resisting… but in an instant he realized what this meant… the implications of this kiss paired with the declaration of worry for the king’s safety… to such an extent that he would try to take his place… 

It’s not just because he thought he was weak… no… it’s because he genuinely cared… about HIM. He… was in love with him.

Someone was in love with King Dedede so much that he would tear the world apart to keep him ‘safe.’

He’d never felt such a painful joy in his heart before. 

Had… had no one ever made him feel loved like this before..? Is that why it hurt so much..? Or was it Meta Knight’s misguided plan that hurt even more? Did he really misunderstand him so much that… he didn’t realize Dedede wouldn’t want something like that?

No… he knew he was wrong… he’d proved himself to Dedede twice over now. He protected this planet during the Crystal Shard Hunt, and just now, he managed to save the Mirror Dimension from Dark Mind. He proved that he could be trusted. And he’d made it clear time and time again that he knew he was wrong.

Dedede pressed his hands against Meta’s, holding him in place and leaning into the kiss. He squeezed his eyes shut, relishing in this sensation he didn’t recognize.

This love he didn’t recognize.

Is this what love feels like too? This burning in his chest? This pounding of his heart? He did value Meta Knight as his best warrior up until now… and he didn’t realize they could ever be more than that. He felt as if a whole new world of possibilities had opened up to him. Like seeing color for the first time after a lifetime of gray.

If this was what love felt like, he’d be more than happy for seconds. 

Eventually, Meta Knight pulled away and gently opened his eyes. As Dedede did so as well, he was instantly struck by the knight’s face.

He was… beautiful.

Those glowing, golden eyes framed by sun-darkened skin and deep-blue locks… that deceptively youthful face contrasted against the harsh, visceral scarring… 

It was just like him, wasn’t it? Of course a person with a nightmarishly deep voice would come out lookin’ like the cutest man this side of Pop Star. He couldn’t expect anything from him, could he?

The man lowered his head, shadowing his face in his bangs. He sounded on the verge of tears as he spoke. 

“I… I understand if you never want to see me again…”

“Wh- NO! No, don’t go!” the king shouted with such desperation that it made his heart ache. He couldn’t just show him what love was and then abandon him! 

“I don’t- I- I understand- you wish to punish me, of course-”

“NO!! NO, no, don’t go- don’t leave- I- I mean- I like- I liked it!!” was all he could splutter out, baffling both of them in the process.

“You… what…?” 

“I mean I- I don’t want you to- I get it! I get it! You… oh geez…” He ran a hand through his hair, pushing up his crown in the process. He didn’t even bother to catch it as it fell to the floor. “I didn’t even realize you felt this way… man, am I dense…”

“No, my king, this isn’t your fault! I- I was hiding it from you all this time because… well, I don’t even know anymore. I couldn’t express myself properly. I couldn’t just be honest…”

“Pff- yeah, you’d rather overthrow the government than just say ‘I like ya.’ SHEESH.” Dedede harrumphed lightheartedly and plastered on one of his classic cheery grins. It was enough to make Meta Knight’s heart skip a beat… and remember why he fell in love in the first place.

He was so happy… all the time, despite everything.

“I love that about you… You really do just… manage to push through everything, don’t you?” 

“Ehaha~ I try my best!” Dedede scratched the back of his head. There was that word again… ‘Love.’

Somebody loved him… He didn’t know that was possible.

Just the very idea made him want to explode. How could he possibly turn this down? Already, the very idea of being in love made his heart race.

Meta Knight… strong, brave, beautiful, determined Meta Knight. His most valued court member, without any doubt. He’d been his best friend at the time of the Fountain of Dreams incident. That was why he trusted him with the pieces.

Even after the betrayal, it only hurt so much because he cared about him so much. Even now, he wanted him safe… The idea of him getting stuck in a creepy alternate dimension… sure, it would frighten anyone… but the whole time, he couldn’t help but think if Meta Knight would make it out alive. Wondering if he’d never see his dear knight again. Wondering if they’d end off their relationship on a tense, unsatisfied note. If they’d never get to reconcile…

It wasn’t unnatural at all, was it? Maybe he just needed it to be put into words. Even admitting it in a roundabout way was good enough, yeah? He wanted this, he realized. He wanted this. 

King Dedede laughed again. “But, uh, t’be honest, you ain’t too bad yourself! I mean, I didn’t even know we COULD be in love but… all the reasons you’re my best knight? They’re the things I like about YOU!” He placed his finger under the knight’s chin, and that gesture alone made both their hearts nearly explode. “So… I guess we’re in the same boat, huh?”

Meta Knight chuckled. “Is that how we want to phrase it?”

“Pfff, alright, since obviously YOU’RE not gonna say it!” Dedede took another step closer. “D’you wanna kiss me again?”

This time, Meta Knight hesitated.

“You’re not… you aren’t disgusted by my face?”

“What? Of course not! You look gorgeous!”

Meta Knight’s blush stickers lit up like fireworks at that compliment, accentuating the natural blush flushing his face ever-darker. He lowered his head once more and had to clench his fists to stop himself from burying his face in his hands. “Th- thank you, my king.”

“No problem ya big dork. Now… why don’t ya… uh…” Eh- heheh… as excited as he was about this, he wasn’t any good with pretty talk. This was his first experience after all. Crap, how do you say ‘kiss me’ in a way that makes someone actually wanna do it?

“Why don’t you show me that love again?”

Yeah… that seemed good enough..!

[mattastr0phic]

Does Micah have yaoi I can be exposed to

Do you mean like. Does he have anything he reads, or does he kiss men? If it's the latter, there's a Micash fic (Micah x Cash Kingston by @scp-ao3-author) and Brokeback Mountain (also jokingly called Michael) (o5-6 4 o5-6, Micah Chamber x @stolenbybirds's Mikell Corvus) but Micah isn't currently in any sort of relationship in present Absolution canon progress.

Also yes, Micah knows what yaoi is.

[jessaerys]

hi i just wanted to say I love your art and your takes on mellonear . AS someone who has been in the mellonear obsession chamber for like a decade, its so exciting to see someone posting this flavor of death note yaoi in 2023 I APPRECIATE YOU bc you get them. u see the vision and i am shouting YEAHHHH from a distance in nearmello genius solidarity. ok i hope you have a great night/day

we are holding each other's faces tenderly inside this mellonear torture chamber. i am often so mad i was busy being like, 13, during the 00s height of the death note fandom and wasn't there to defend my anime boys' honor so messages of this nature never not make me feel like the specialest girl wandering his post-modern death note wasteland. i am handing you these previews of much more complex pieces from like july that i haven't finished yet because i forgor about them like we are in a post apocalyptic YA novel and i am nursing you back to health with my few precious provisions to in an abandoned building

[benisasoftboi]

I love it when Doctor Who is just stupid. Just fully understands, and tells you wholeheartedly, that it is a ridiculous programme that no one should take seriously. The Daleks are fighting robot Dracula and the Doctor’s defeating Evil Bertie Bassett with lemonade and an alien wasp with psychic powers is impregnating a human woman and everyone’s riding Segways to the final boss chamber. And this horrible creature is the Beep Of All The Meeps and David Tennant has yaoi hands and our villain is dressed as a drum major and dancing to the Spice Girls even though that has nothing whatsoever to do with his evil gimmick and yes. This is it. This is television. What bliss

[pseudophan]

TW for discussion of homophobia.

Hi, Nora! In the spirit of pride month I want to tell the story about how becoming a demon phannie has deprogrammed my bigotry when I was a teen.

I grew up with homophobia being the norm amongst the kids. In my country it was quite precise though, a bit different from what Dan described in BIG. We didn't use "gay" as a synonym for "bad". Boys wouldn't be called gay for crying or liking theater or just being well-behaved. Not in my school at least.

No, there was a clear-cut definition that gays were only the boys who liked boys. But if you fit that definition, if someone knew you fit that definition, then god help you. You would be constantly mocked, bullied and beat up at school. The headmaster would call your parents and tell them to fix their broken little pervert. Your parents reaction could fall anywhere from a stern talk and calling you a disgrace to a beating and sending you to a military type boarding school. Treating a teen this way was perceived as completely normal. Nowadays the kids have thankfully become way more accepting despite our governments best efforts. But now you can also add a visit to the police station to the pile.

Sapphics just didn't exist, as always. That's why when I told my friends "I genuinely think boobs are more attractive than dicks - they are more esthetically pleasing to look at" the only reaction I got was confused laughter and strange looks. No, I did not realize what that said about me back then. It was just foreshadowing.

I remember my parents occasionally saying that it's a sickness and shouldn't be allowed to be demonstrated in any way. Peppering it with the usual "they can do whatever they want behind closed doors". And if people got beat up on the streets for being gay...well they just brought that on themselves by flaunting their sexuality, didn't they?

I lived with that worldview until I was 15 or 16.

Then I started finding out that some famous people were gay. But it only got me to the point of "I like his art, so I won't stop consuming it, despite him being gay". In my mind if you were gay and wanted people to tolerate your existence, you had to be talented in order to justify it. And have the decency to not act gay in public. Yeah, I know, bare with me.

When I found Dan's channel in 2015 I instantly fell in love with his videos. Soon I also started watching Phil and then the gaming channel.

My gaydar was non-existent at the time and, ironically, I was conditioned into thinking that gay people just like to announce that they're gay to everyone. So, since Dan and Phil never did, I just took their word for it. For almost a year I just enjoyed watching their content without a second thought.

Then one day I saw the compilations. The radio show clips. The old videos. That was all it took really. My brain couldn't compute, couldn't connect the "sick perversion" I heard so much about to what I was seeing on my screen. It wasn't unnatural, or disgusting or deliberately demonstrative.  It was fucking beautiful. They simply couldn't help being extremely adorable.

Starting from that day the thought "keep it to yourselves" never occurred to me. I just wanted to be a fly on the wall.

I never dared to write fanfiction or make compilations or, god forbid, directly ask one of them in a qna. I was happy to just lurk and snort that yaoi cocaine in silence.

In hindsight, Dan and Phil were the reason I didn't instantly hate myself after having the first crush on a girl and realizing I was bi in 2018.

Later I got into breadtube and realized just how insane and baseless all those conservative talking points were. But DnP were the sole reason I left that eco-chamber in the first place.

So thank you to Dan and Phil and thank you to all fellow demons 💜

fujoshi-ism saves lives is the thing

no but isn't it odd the way things work out.. the fact that dan and phil were able to help you like that is amazing, and also it's very funny that they did it through the power of rpf

[sunshades]

good evening friends. on this beautiful friday night we have gathered to:

the results from ao3 as of 26/05 are as follows

12. The Wings, with 0

11. Hell Screen, with 3

10. The Stranger, with 5

9. Demian, with 18

8. The Ingenious Gentleman Don Quixote de la Mancha, with 24

7. The Metamorphosis, with 34

6. Dreams of the Red Chamber, with 41

5. Goethe's Faust, with 67

4. Crime and punishment, with 117 (getting warmer...!)

and before the top 3... a 🥁 honorary mention to sinner no.10, the divine comedy, with 124!!! 🥁

3. Wuthering Heights, with 129!

2. Moby Dick, with 131, and a sizeable yaoi percentage (73!)

1. and with a whooping 282 works! here comes THE ODYSSEY!

everybody congratulate outis on her great work!

[jrueships]

ʕ ◕ᴥ◕ ʔ mmf !

[zcottwhathuh]

so i watched the goofy movie(s). and im going crazy insane for two dogs in the toxic yaoi chamber together

you know how i am with fic-writing (looks at my two dead punch-out fics sadly) so there are no promises for how great this fic is going to be or how long it will be.. but enjoy

sad dogs

[pinelohearts]

uhhh 6 for light and another character if you like

Lawlight, 584 words.

I sort of lost the angst in this one, because these two are both insane little freaks (affectionate). But the yaoi is toxic!!!

•••

Light had lost.

He can still remember the day like yesterday. The breakdown he had when he had discovered that Misa was tailed—exposing them both as Kira.

L had immediately forced him onto the ground, and Light had screamed to any listener to try and manipulate them too. L locked his hands behind his back, and sent him away. 

His father’s face haunts him.

The prison cell is cold, and the bed is hard. It’s been like this for months. L had gotten him imprisoned with no trial. The circumstances of the Kira case were unique in that regard. How hypocritical.

Light’s head aches. It’s been like that for months, ever since he was forced to take the Shinigami Eye Deal. That was the agreement L made with Ryuk: he took the Shinigami Eyes to give half his lifespan, and Ryuk doesn’t write his name until the end of his life.

He wears a blindfold to protect the safety of his guards. He’s only allowed to take it off in short intervals under intense security, just to reset his eyes. This is also when he takes a bathroom break, and he tries to stick thinking about how someone’s watching that to. Then it’s back to the infinite darkness.

Light’s not sure what happened to Misa. Perhaps Rem bargained for her life. Perhaps she committed suicide in some grandiose “romantic” move. He honestly doesn’t care.

His hands are raw from the handcuffs he’s locked in. It’s stupid rule: he’s already blindfolded, how would he be able to write? But, no. He’s chained up like a dog.

Light’s never been more bored in his life. He doesn’t leave the cell. It’s in the isolation block, that’s what he’s sure of. He can’t even leave to get meals. Food is brought to him and fed to him; it’s so demeaning that he wants to scream.

The loud bang of the isolation chamber’s doors opening takes Light out of his thoughts. He instinctively turns his gaze to the person who enters, despite not being able to tell who they are. Probably a guard.

Soft footsteps pad over, and he furrows his eyes. He knows those steps, they’re so familiar. But his family hasn’t visited in weeks, so who—?

“Light-kun.”

No. No, no, no. Not him. Anyone but him.

“L,” his mouth acknowledges in a snarl, without permission.

Slender fingers brush against his cheek, before slowly tugging the blindfold off. Light forces himself to go still at the contact, to not react in the slightest.

He blinks as his eyes adjust to the light again, before his gaze locks on to the name above L’s head.

L Lawliet.

“Bastard,” Light snarls. “You absolute bastard.”

L’s expression cocks into a small smirk.

“Light-kun seems irritated.”

“You know why, you—” Light seethes. “It’s all your fault.”

L’s expression flattens immediately.

“I recommend Light-kun thinks about what he’s saying.”

“No, no. How dare you. You messed me up. You fucked me over and what—”

“How dare I? No, Light-kun, how dare you,” L replies, sharp and low. “You are no savior, no saint, and certainly you are no god. You’re just a monster.”

Light snarls again. “You—”

L’s hand brushes a strand of hair behind Light’s ear, and he stills.

“You’re a monster, just like me.”

[ikealoki]

the war is over my friends i am back on tumblr simply to pursue a dark pit of my life that is destined to swallow me whole as it did many years ago.

never expected to reenter my mcsm phase but it is back. and you know what?????? im about to draw such an egregious amount of old man yaoi (ivorren) it would put a victorian child into a coma. i apologize to all my followers for whats to come but i am so tired of the lack of doomed husband content.

this is a to-do list for the stuff im working on!!

mostly for me to keep track but also if u r yearning for content like i am and need something to look forward to

finish my fanfics of them and post it somewhere probably ao3 idk im so scared of posting them on here cuz i dont want my irls to see (they are of questionable nature…) but! if i do finish them i will post my handle and (perchance) link them -

build a base that would be like their home,,, not in beacon town or the end or the farlands but smth in between, maybe a nether base to cure ivors yearning for lava and sorens curiousity about creatures (i think he would LOVE striders but ivor loves them more because they understand his love for lava)

draw more content of them interacting with the new minecraft stuff, like i could do the whole old order in the trial chambers or finding the warden or something like that, just letting them actually go on adventures to make up for their past and stuff

and thats about it!! erm yea if anyone EVER wants to talk abt ivorren/the old order/broad mcsm i am the guy to go to bcs i love this game and i am tired of pretending i dont 🙏