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strawberry-jammers · 3 years

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choir and kisses

a niki x reader school au, where there in choir together and have a project to work on. maybe they kiss? maybe

this baisically inspired my school au tbh

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Niki sat in her choir class, exhausted from her previous class. The kids were just too much to be around and didn't have the mental strength to deal with them sometimes. She opened her choir folder, putting it on her stand.

“Yo niki, you good?'' Wilbur says, sitting down next to her. “I'm fine, but Wilbur, you're not in this class. I thought you were in orchestra.” she answers, looking at the tall man. “I am, I just don't have a class right now so I decided to visit you.” niki nodded. “Oh right, seniors have free hours sometimes.” he nodded at niki’s statement, opening his phone. “Texting sally?” niki asks, making Wilbur blush. “No no I'm not.” niki laughs, turning to the front of the room when the bell rings.

“Alright everyone, we will be doing a group project today! Your gonna do a presentation of a musical and then sing a duet together! Your partners are posted on google classroom.” niki opened her phone, seeing who she was partnered with. Wilbur just sighed, staring at niki. “Mind if i hang with you and your partner?” wilbur asks. Niki nodded. “Yeah its fine. Seems like I'm partnered with your sibling!” wilbur just started laughing. “What are you laughing at?” he calmed down slightly. “It's just that you have the biggest crush on them, it's gonna be so funny.” niki blushed. “I don't have a crush on them! We’re friends, I don't like them like that wilbur.” he just laughed at this. “Niki, your blushing!” niki huffed.

“Wilbur leave Nikki alone, besides we need to do work!” niki turned to see (y/n) yelling at their brother. “I'm still pissed at you for leaving me to deal with techno and tommy.” Wilbur laughs nervously. “I'll do your chores if you don't tell dad.” “deal!” (y/n) sits in the empty seat next to nikki.

“So, what musical do you want to do for the project? Note that we do have to do a duet.” (y/n) says, setting their folder down. “Maybe we could maybe do into the woods? It takes two isn't that hard of a song to do.” niki suggests. “Yeah, we can do that!” niki and (y/n) started to work on their presentation, getting what they needed before they had to leave for class. Wilbur occasionally budded in, bored out of his mind.

“Maybe you should have chosen a different class wilbs. Maybe bother tommy.” (y/n) says, listening to the song they were gonna do. “I dont wanna hang out with Tommy, he's always bothering me about my music.” he crosses his arms and sinks into his chair. “Oh calm down, he's just excited.” niki says, gathering information on her phone. “Niki, you don't have any siblings, shoosh.” niki just laughs.

Things went on like this, right until the class was nearly over. “Oh, niki, you should come over tonight to finish the project. We could practice the song as well!” (y/n) says, moving their chair for the orchestra class that was next. “Yeah, that would be great! I could come over after school?” niki asks. “Yeah, we can walk home together! Gotta make sure to leave Wilbur behind though, he would constantly complain if he were to come along.`` We laugh together. The bell soon rings. “Alright, see you after class ends!” (y/n) says, picking up their stuff. “See you then!” niki puts away her stuff and leaves soon after.

Class went on, (y/n) very excited that niki would be coming over, yet also very nervous. They knew Wilbur would just say something. (y/n) turned to techno, who was in their english class. “Techno, did you read the book we were supposed to read?” technoblade turned to them. “(y/n), this is the second time you're taking this class and you didn't read the book? Again?” (y/n) just glares at him. “I don't like the book, okay! Anyway, did you read it?” techno just sighs, nodding. (y/n) smiled. “Oh thank god! Okay, help me with the essay then.” techno agrees, knowing if they didn't pass, he would get in trouble for not helping.

After a half hour, the bell rings, signalling that school has ended. (y/n) picks up their things, heading to their locker. They see niki waiting for them there. “Did you get out of class early?” (y/n) asked, unlocking the locker. “Yeah, I asked the teacher and she said it was fine!” (y/n) shoves their things into their bag. “Well that's nice of her! Anyways, we better get moving or one of my brothers would force us to ride home with them.” niki nodded, closing (y/n)’s locker for them. They walked down the stairs, heading out of one of the school's many doors.

They walked home, talking about random things as they went along. “You ever think about getting run over when your crossing the road?” niki stared at (y/n), concerned at their comment. “No? Are you okay?” (y/n) nodded. “Yeah im fine.”

After ten minutes, they reach the minecrafts home, noticing that they weren't home yet. “Oh thank god, i forgot they had to pick up tubbo as well.” (y/n) says, opening the door. They both walked inside the dark home. “Im gonna get us some food, just head up to my room!” (y/n) says, taking off their shows and heading to the kitchen. “Alright!” niki says, taking of her own shoes and heading upstairs. Niki spotted a door that had the progressive flag on it. “Oh thats new!” niki says, entering (y/n)’s room. “Wow, their rooms changed since I was last here.

(y/n)’s room was painted (f/c), and had drawings and posters all over the room. They had a desk, with their pc and art stuff atop it. Their bed was unmade, having stuffed animals all over the place. Niki spotted a whale plushie seated on their pillow. “Aww they kept it!” niki had given it to them years ago, so she found it sweet that it was still there.

(y/n) soon came up, holding a bunch of snakes and some cokes. “Sorry this is all we had, tommy wont let us buy anything else.” (y/n) says, handing niki the coke. “Oh, that's alright!” they sit down on (y/n)’s bed. (y/n) sat their snakes on their desk, so as not to spill them all over.

“Okay, we need to actually put the presentation together. You have the notes right?” niki nodded, grabbing her phone while (y/n) sat at their pc, not too far from the pink haired girl. “Okay, so we have-” they did this for a while, niki reading the notes while (y/n) wrote them into the google slide. It soon got to the part where they had to sing their song.

“Okay, so I'll be the baker, and you can be the other one.” (y/n) says, opening the song for them to sing. “Okay, i can do that!'' They started the song, getting ready to sing.

“(Y/N) ARE YOU WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND???” (y/n) stops the song. “I swear to god I will kill tommy. NO JACKASS, WE’RE NOT DATING!!” niki tries to stifle a laugh. “ARE YOU SURE????'' Tommy responds, still downstairs. (y/n) glares at the laughing niki. “Sorry sorry.” niki says, still laughing. “IM POSITIVE, NOW SHUT UP WE’RE TRYING TO DO SOMETHING!!'' Tommy responds immediately. “ARE YOU TWO HAVING SEX??” niki chokes on her own spit, while (y/n) blushes profusely. “OH THAT'S IT, COME HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!!” (y/n) says, jumping out of their chair, running downstairs to attack the child. Niki leaves as well, wanting to see (y/n) beat up a child.

She comes down the stairs to see (y/n) putting Tommy in a choke hold while techno cheered them on. Niki stands next to techno.

"Apologize! I'll take your Cds if you don't!!!" "No no not my disks!!"

Niki turns towards techno. "Does this regularly happen?" Techno nodded as a response. Niki turned back, seeing Tommy try to bite (y/n). "OH STOP IT RACOON CHILD!!" philza soon comes In and breaks them apart. "Awwe my free entertainment.'' Techno says. "Oh calm down. Tommy, please stop annoying your sibling. This is why you get choked.” Tommy pouts. “Okay phil.” philza glares at the young child. “Also, (y/n), next time, just punch him in the throat. You've learned from techno.” “HEY!'' Tommy says, offended. (y/n) laughs, “okay, will do dadza. Oh, what time is it?” techno looked at his phone. “Its close to 9 pm.” (y/n) pouts, going over to niki and clinging onto her. “Noooo, it can't be her time to leave.” niki giggles, patting (y/n)’s head. “I have to leave. I'll come over soon, okay?” (y/n) nodds, letting go.

They go upstairs together, grabbing nikkis stuff. They go back downstairs to the front door. (y/n) and niki hug each other. “Are you coming back tomorrow?” (y/n) asked, letting go. “Yeah, we did never got to actually practice the song! I'll be over at 4 pm, like always.” (y/n) nodds. “Okay, well, see you tomorrow?” niki nodded, leaning over and kissing (y/n) on the cheek, making them blush. “Yep! See ya, bye!” she says, opening the door and closing it, leaving (y/n) a mess.

“Yep…” they say to themself, smiling happily. “YES!!!! I TOLD YOU THEIR GIRLFRIENDS!! PUSSY DIDN'T EVEN KISS HER THEMSELF HAHA!!” (y/n) turned around, running towards tommy. “COME BACK HERE AND SAY IT TO MY FACE YOU LITTLE BITCH!”

#niki nihachu x reader #niki nihachu #niki nihachu x you #niki nihachu x y/n #nihachu x reader #nihachu #mcyt x reader #school au #dreamsmp x reader

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crystalirises · 3 years

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Foxgloves

Whoops my hand slipped.

I am here today with another angst fic. So, this is a sort-of Ghostbur POV of my ‘Clouds’ and ‘Clouds V.2.’ fic. I do recommend reading those two before this one for actual context.

Anyway, hope you guys like this and just like the other fics, same trigger warnings apply.

As for Ao3 link, I won’t add it cause Tumblr deletes my posts if I add external links. (I don’t get it either)

TW: Poisoning and Major Character Death

Ghostbur paced along his desolate abode, traces of teardrops scarring the smooth stone floor. His mind was a haze of fog, his son’s word echoing neverendingly in his ears. Oh… his sweet boy… his little champion…

A book was clutched in his hands, the paper wrinkling beneath his harsh touch. His dead heart ached within his chest, a waterfall of blood pouring from the fatal wound that took him away from this wretched world. He shivered, colder than he usually was. The sewers were silent… lonely… it was driving him mad.

With a bitter cry, he threw the book into the roaring fireplace, collapsing upon the floor in a terrible anguish. His soot-covered fingers clawed at his hair, tugging at the strands until he felt some semblance of pain… but ghosts didn’t feel pain. His sobs tore through the room, unheard by any man or woman for night had settled upon New L’Manburg. If anyone were to awaken, they might just hear his haunting wails. His arms wrapped around himself, a pitiful try at self-comfort as the day’s memory repeated in his head.

He trailed after Tubbo, the young president inspecting the land they had begun to build upon. Ghostbur happily followed after him, adding his occasional suggestion each time Tubbo asked for his own input.

“Well, I think that’s all on the agenda for today.” Tubbo paused, reaching to scour through his inventory for a material Ghostbur could care less to remember. He watched as Tubbo froze in place, a startled look on his face as he brought out an enchanted netherite shovel. “Oh. Oh no. Fundy was looking for his stuff last night… I didn’t know I had them on me. Please excuse me, Ghostbur, I have to return these to him.”

His attention rose at the mention of Fundy. Fundy had been avoiding his presence ever since he came back… he didn’t understand why and he didn’t want to. The seed of an idea was planted in his mind, this was an opportunity to speak to Fundy! “Y-you know, I wouldn’t mind returning them for you.”

“Really? Thanks, Ghostbur!” Tubbo had dumped a variety of objects in Ghostbur’s arms, the strangely named tools making him chuckle as he tucked them into his inventory. He gave Tubbo a small farewall before heading off to find Fundy. This was perfect! This was his chance to be a good dad! To do good dad things! Then… Then maybe Fundy would look him in the eyes… wouldn’t run off in the opposite direction the moment he came into view… This would fix whatever grievance he had done when he was alive… right?

As he scoured through New L’Manburg for Fundy, he had stumbled upon Eret’s museum. Eret. Ghostbur shivered, a haunting memory of screams and explosions resonating in his head. He shook the thought away… and just like that, he’d forgotten what it was that had scared him so. He perused through the unfinished structure, remnants of a past he barely recognized displayed in all their beautiful glory.

Bad images came to mind and he quickly exited the area. He didn’t want to remember. He took another stroll through New L’Manburg, his eyes scanning for a tell-tale sign of Fundy’s whereabouts. As he stepped onto the wooden pathway, the trace of a fox’s tail caught his attention. He turned to see Fundy at the center of town, scrambling between the empty space as if in search for something… And Ghostbur had what Fundy was looking for! His heart soared. Oh, Fundy would be so happy to see him! “Fundy! Hi! Hi!”

A pair of gold-flecked brown eyes snapped towards him, irritation flashing in their gaze as Ghostbur floated towards Fundy. Ghostbur couldn’t help but worry, dark circles had wormed their way beneath Fundy’s eyes, as if he hadn’t been sleeping for a long time. Well… Ghostbur was sure if Fundy needed it, he could concoct a sleeping potion of sorts. But anyway… “Fundy! I have your stuff! Here, these are yours, right?”

“Y-yeah, actually. Thanks, Wil.” Fundy winced, taking his stuff from Ghostbur. His face reddened as an excited wheeze tore through his throat as Ghostbur handed him his schlong. “Oh… my bow is missing.”

Ghostbur looked at the bow in his inventory. “Uh, sorry. I don’t have it.”

He didn’t understand why he’d lied, but Fundy could make a new bow, couldn’t he? Ghostbur hardly had anything of Fundy’s that he could hold onto… surely an old bow wouldn’t be missed, right? Yeah.

“Thanks, Wil. I really… I really appreciate this.” Ghostbur held his breath as Fundy gave him a small smile, hesitant as it may be. Fundy smiled at him! He did something good, didn’t he? Fundy turned to leave but… but Ghostbur didn’t want him to leave. They just started talking again! He trailed after Fundy, the hint of a question dancing on his tongue. Fundy’s sharp glare turned to him. All previous gratitude gone. “What?”

“I did a… I did a good dad thing, didn’t I, Fundy?” He held his hands together, the heated scrutiny of Fundy’s gaze piercing through his ghostly form. Fundy’s shoulders shook in fury or in another emotion, Ghostbur couldn’t quite tell. Then Fundy looked away, a look of pity in his eyes as he spoke the next few words.

“I’m getting adopted, Wilbur.” The world turned deathly still, a tenseness in the air as Ghostbur’s felt the ground beneath his feet collapse. Fundy scurried a little bit away from him, clutching the sleeves of his jacket Ghostbur had made him that jacket as he looked everywhere but at him. “Eret came up to me yesterday with an offer. He’s offered to adopt me since you’re… We’re just waiting for Phil to sign.”

“Eret… We don’t like Eret… I-it’s in the song, Fundy.”

Fundy tries to explain, but Ghostbur couldn’t hear his words, static crackled in his ears as he turned and ran off. He couldn’t look at Fundy. He couldn’t bear it… He… He… He knows he had a talk with Phil after that, holding back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. Then he wandered away from New L’Manburg, stumbling upon a familiar yet nightmarish lived-in ravine. He looks at the myriad of buttons on the walls, a conclusion forming in his mind. Fundy needed a dad… and Ghostbur wanted his son.

He floats up from the ground, he’d made up his mind.

He couldn’t let Eret take his son. He couldn’t let some traitor steal his son from him. He heads over to the materials he had gathered as soon as he had left that ravine. He had everything he needed. Niki had even helped him gather some of the berries, that was kind of her to do! He just had to put them all together.

His son would understand. He’d understand.

Ghostbur just wanted to protect his son.

‘This is for my son.’ He thinks, the foxglove held tightly in his hand. ‘He needs me. I’ll protect him.’

Ghostbur watched in the distance.

His son was pacing in front of Eret’s castle, his ears and tail frantic with nervous energy. The ghost hoped he wasn’t the cause for his son’s distress. He’d hate for his son to be suffering because of him.

The picnic basket weighed heavy in his hands, guilt gnawing at his undead insides as he recalled the sweet smile his son had when he heard the happy and joyful news. He could still turn around, run home and cook something of actual worth. Tears pricked at his eyes. How could he go through with this? Could he go through with this?

“With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, fuck Eret…” The soft tune seemingly echoed within the breeze, though he knew himself to be alone. No. Ghostbur had to do this. Eret… Eret was a bad person. It’s in the song for fuck’s sake. He couldn’t let his son be adopted by some-some person who had done something against their nation. Eret was a traitor. They didn’t deserve to be anywhere near his son. He remembers trailing after Phil earlier on in the day, invisible to all gazes as he slipped within the castle right after his father.

He floated along the halls, surveying every detail that could cause harm upon his son. Why did this castle have towers? His son could fall from one dammit. He took note of the staircases, the crystalline chandeliers that hung from the ceiling, and the thick red carpet that suffocated the floor beneath their feet.

His son could trip on these carpets.

The staircases are too high, what if his son tripped on the way down?

What if a chandelier fell and crushed his son?

Why are there so many candelabras? His son could burn himself!

Wha― Were those actual flamingos?

Those paintings looked as if they were staring at him… what if they dragged his son into the paintings?!

Why does that bed have a roof? What if it falls on his son? What then, huh?!

The windows were easily opened… and with such a high drop…!

That servant looked at his son a little bit too suspiciously…

The castle was stifling hot, how could his son even breath in here?

Eret wasn’t even a real king.

Ghostbur was sure Phil would tell Eret ‘no’, that the castle was too dangerous. He stayed out of the room as the two of them signed the papers, choosing to watch over his son in the meantime.

He wished he could pull his son into his arms and run. Run far away from there, perhaps even far away from New L’Manburg. It’d be just the two of them, almost as if nothing had ever happened. They’d be family again… though without Sally… No. No. Sally would forever live within their hearts.

When he saw Phil and Eret leave the room, warm smiles upon their faces, his poor undead heart shattered into pieces. Phil patted Eret on the back, a congratulations leaving his tongue as he left the new parent-son duo with each other. His son had all but thrown himself into Eret’s open arms, a laugh bubbling from his throat as Eret spun him around. Ghostbur knows he should be happy, content that his son had found joy despite the despair-filled days of before. Yet… as he listens to Eret call his son as his… all he sees is red. Fundy was his son.

And if he can’t have Fundy, then no one…

No one can have Fundy.

Ghostbur snapped out from the vision, purpose filling his metaphorical veins as he floated towards his son. His son looked up at him, a curious look on his face as he looks at the picnic basket in Ghostbur’s hands. Ghostbur forced a smile on his face. He just needed to get his son away from here. Then they’ll be together again, this time without all that emotional baggage that Ghostbur didn’t want them to have.

They’d be happy. His son wouldn’t have to worry about being abandoned anymore… and Ghostbur wouldn’t have to watch as his son is torn away from his side by some traitor. He leads them toward a far-off river, the same river they used to visit before the war… before Sally died… His son looks bored, not that Ghostbur minded. After their picnic, why… his son wouldn’t look at him like that ever again. He could barely contain his excitement, topics filtering through his mind as he tries to start a conversation.

They reach the river bank…

His son snaps out of his own reverie at the sound of Ghostbur’s voice, much to his joy. He lets his son peek inside the basket, lets him take out the… unappetizing salad. Ghostbur watches as his son finally takes a bite, doesn’t miss the way his son blanches at the bitter taste… but his son continues on eating.

Ghostbur lets out a sigh of relief, he no longer had anything to fear. His son will be with him soon enough.

He lets his controlled fury direct the conversation, mentioning the traitor’s name to see how his son would react. He can’t say that he isn’t disappointed and regretful when his son’s own anger rises to defend his new… parent. He can’t say he doesn’t feel a twinge of pain when his son collapses from the poison.

His arms curl around his weeping son, reassuring words flowing from his mouth as he tries to console his dying son. He listens to his son’s shallow breathing, listens as they stutter out into silence. He presses his head against his son’s chest, feeling the rapid beat of his son’s heart as it begins to slow down. He holds his son tight against his form, guilt drowning the momentary triumph he had felt a few seconds ago.

“I’m sorry.”

There’s a song on the tip of his tongue, a familiar tune that he once sang as a sweet lullaby.

The clouds begin to fade into a kaleidoscope of color as the sun disappears in the distance.

His mind is foggy.

He doesn’t remember why he is near a river.

He doesn’t remember a single memory of the day.

He doesn’t understand why Fundy is lying so peacefully on the ground.

He doesn’t understand why there’s the remains of a rotting salad in the grass.

He continues to sing.

He doesn’t want to remember.

He doesn’t want to understand.

“D-dad?”

He turns around.

A ghostly visage of his son looks up at him, curious and oh so innocent.

A satisfied grin worms its way through his lips. He doesn’t know why he’s so happy.

“Hello, son.”

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I wake up everyday... and choose to write angst.

Anyway, hope you guys liked this! I was bored today so I wanted to write some fanfic.

#fundy #wilbur soot #mcyt #here comes the angst do do do do #I should never be given free time lol

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if-the-crown-fits-translate-it · 3 years

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Discord pt 105

[Date: 28/03, 2:13 AM GMT - 28/03, 2:56 AM GMT]

Duke: “Greetings. It is our delight and honour to meet your acquaintance.”

Duchess: “My name is Duchess. My brother is Duke. Charmed, I'm sure.”

[People welcome Duke and Duchess to the server]

Kate: “Hello you two! Welcome to the server!”

Duke: “Such kindness and warmth, how lovely it is to see.”

Kate: “I’m sure you’ll find that the people here are... quite quirky, to say the least.”

Duchess: “Ah, all the more interesting! I'm sure everyone will get along swimmingly.”

donti (e) (child): “we try to”

jayyyyyyyy: “dont be too sure about that”

S T A L: “Greetings you two! Apologies for the odd language but my ender is... subpar.”

Duke: “How quaint. The way you speak simply adds to your intrigue, Stal.”

Kate: “Oh, from what I’ve seen so far, Stal’s pretty alright!”

Kate: “There’s a few people here I’d... advise you to avoid conversing with. Some of them aren’t fans of the family.”

Duchess: “Oh, I'm sorry to hear, Kate! we'll do our best to be cautious, then. :)”

[Big G: “!! Stal u speak galactic??”]

S T A L: “Ah, it's my original language”

Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “would now be an aproprate time to do a fit check or no?-”

Duke: “A fit check? what is that?”

Kate: “What is this with you and fit checks?”

jayyyyyyyy: “ren just wants to know what youre wearing

which sounds weird now that ive said it out loud but its really not”

Duke: “You wish to know what clothes my sister and I adorn? Are you interested in the style and cut of cloth or the colour of the dye? I am afraid I am baffled as to what you are asking I must admit.”

Jack the Observer: “For the artists here, what sort of clothes you and your siblings like to wear is very important”

Duchess: “I think I understand, Duke. I have a photo of my current attire. Does this suffice?”

[jayyyyyyyy: “hey duke, duchess, i want your guys' opinions on something”]

jayyyyyyyy: “still wanting your guys' opinion on a thing”

Duke: “What opinion of ours do you crave, Jay?”

[Jeight proceeds to send the lyrics of the Fortnite theme song in the chat:]

jayyyyyyyy: “[Chorus: All]

Take me to your Xbox to play Fortnite today

You can take me to Moisty Mire, but not Loot Lake

I really love to chug jug with you

We can be pro-Fortnite gamers

[Water Break: bogwandyy & Chief Beef]

Bro my jaw hurts so much

Water break

[Bridge: All]

La-la-la-la-la-e-ya

Will you be my pro Fortnite gamer? (Pro Fortnite gamer)

[Verse 3: All]

Can we get a win this weekend?

Take me to Loot Lake

Let's change the game mode and we can Disco Dominate

Let's hop in an ATK

Take me to the zone

I'm running kind of low on mats, I need to break some stone

Dressed in all his fancy clothes

He's got Renegade Raider and he's probably a pro

He just shot my back

I turn back and I attack

I just got a victory royale

A victory royale

[Chorus: All]

Take me to your Xbox to play Fortnite today

You can take me to Moisty Mire, but not Loot Lake

I really love to chug jug with you

We can be pro Fortnite gamers

opinion on this ^^^”

Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “jeight I dont think they can give their opinion on something if they dont know what the thing is”

[The people question why Jeight is the way he is and admonish him for his question.]

Kate: “... Duchess, I gotta ask. Where did you get that dress? Because that is GORGEOUS.”

Duchess: “That is... A fascinating piece.”

[People exclaim how pretty Duchess’s dress is!]

Duchess: “Ah, Kate, I purchased it from a particular online vendor! It is one of my favorites.”

Duke: “The misspelling of a fortnight is very concerning to me, are your tutors illiterate by chance? I do not judge if so, only suggest hiring new ones who may give you a proper education.”

Big G (they/them): “Jeight did you know that you're one of my favorites?”

Jack the Observer: “Duke, I am so sorry on Jay's behalf.”

jayyyyyyyy: “I copy and pasted it :] its not fortnight, but actually fortnite, a popular online videogame

why are you sorry. I’m amazing”

Kate: “...I forgot you people play that stupid game.”

Jack the Observer: “Jeight, literally just sit down and be quiet please.”

Duke: “Apologies, what is a video game?”

Big G (they/them): “wait huh”

jayyyyyyyy: “youre forgiven! (though it was a little rude to assume I’m illiterate”

Kate: “It's a game that you play on a electronic device, like a computer.”

jayyyyyyyy: “its a victory royale based game, where you spawn in on an island, gather materials, and try to be the last one standing”

Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “Duke do you now what poggers, pog, or pogchamp is”

jayyyyyyyy: “I dont actually play it, but it became very popular a few years ago

Jack the Observer: “literally stop. stop. how are you all so impolite

Duchy, I am so sorry”

Kate: “ ... I can show you both later? It's easier to show than explain, really.”

jayyyyyyyy: “"you are all so impolite" says the one calling him duchy”

Big G (they/them): “ooo”

Duchess: “I, at least, am familiar with the internet, video games, and "pogchamp".

I must say I am not sure why Duke has no knowledge on these matters. It is frankly somewhat concerning.”

llyr (they/them): “that's their twitter name though, I dont think it's impolite 3:”

jaynoblade: “...jay that is literally the term for the two of them. theyre called the duchy.”

[jayyyyyyyy: “"you are all so impolite" says the one calling him duchy”]

Jack the Observer: “that is literally what Duke and Duchess are called as a group. its a title.”

jayyyyyyyy: “oh! I thought you were calling Duke "duchy" and I was really confused, my bad

Duke: “I understand you may be giving me this information in hopes that I will see clarity where I have been blind before but through the eyes of I this is truly confusing. Do not treat me as a fool.”

Duke: “Jack I thank you for your courteous behaviour, it is most comforting in such strange times.”

jayyyyyyyy: “my bad, Duke. I didnt mean to seem like that. I was just trying to explain because you seemed really confused-- ill stop now”

Jack the Observer: “They are, I believe, purposefully trying to confuse you, and I deeply apologize. That's just... how they are.”

jayyyyyyyy: “I was not. it was just a welcoming prank”

Duke: “Thank you. It is not my intention to cause strife and discord but I do not enjoy being laughed at like the main attraction at a rare wonders show.”

Jack the Observer: “they just got here.”

llyr (they/them): “a welcoming prank??”

jayyyyyyyy: “they're not actually laughing at you, Duke. they're laughing at me”

emuhlee: “Jack is right. This is just, how it is around here.”

Jack the Observer: “They literally just got here. and you thought the best way to welcome them. was to mock them for not knowing things that you do??

what kind of logic–”

jayyyyyyyy: “I wasny mocking them jack”

Jack the Observer: “could've fooled me”

jayyyyyyyy: “I pulled a little prank and when they showed confusion I genuinely tried to explain it to them”

Jack the Observer: “its the "prank" part that I'm concerned with.”

jayyyyyyyy: “posting lyrics to a parody song?”

Big G (they/them): “I can only see a small bit of that as being mocking, I'll be honest (:?”

Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “I’m sorry Duke but I genuinely don't understand you. I’m not trying to be rude but I’m more used to casual talk and grammar and not the more fncy speech you're using.”

Dollar General Tubbo: “I can help you if need be, Ren, just let me know.”

Duke: “Apologies Ren. I can attempt to... Speak more plainly if that is what you desire?”

Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “I’m fine just not used to the fancy words. I'l get it eventually”

jayyyyyyyy: “actually, Duke, your vocab really interests me. where did you pick it up from? most of the other court has a decent vocabulary, but nothing as formal as yours and your siblings”

Big G (they/them): “If you're more comfortable with speaking formally, I dont think it's necessary for you to speak differently :]”

Duke: “The pattern in which I speak has been with me since I was crowned. It is only most understandable, seeing how my sister and Iare nobility and thus must act as such.”

Jack the Observer: “If Ren can't understand proper speech, that is their own failing, not your own. feel no need to change your nature :)”

Duchess: “Indeed, this manner of speech is only natural for my brother and I. We can, however, attempt to use more simple words if that would be easier for you all.”

jayyyyyyyy: “I sorta guessed that you two mustve come from high class, though to actually hear it upfront is, uh.. interesting, to say the least. most of the other court is definitely not as open and honest of their pasts as you”

[Jack the Observer: “If Ren can't understand proper speech, that is their own failing, not your own. feel no need to change your nature :)”]

Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “I would yell at you but I'd rather not get shrunk so just- ok”

Jack the Observer: “I’m not. lying.”

[Duchess: “Indeed, this manner of speech is only natural for my brother and I. We can, however, attempt to use more simple words if that would be easier for you all.”]

Jack the Observer: "I, personally, have no preference. whichever is more comfortable with you, I am happy to respond in like.”

Duke: “Our pasts are one of shame. You have no asked anything about the horrid life we have left behind and thus have received no answers in turn. Do not say that we are as open as the others for that is a falsity.”

Dollar General Tubbo: “Quite understandable.”

Duchess: “That is enough, Duke. We are new to this circle. We should remain civil.”

jayyyyyyyy: “my bad, you just seemed more open because you at least said you were originally of nobility. none of the other court members exactly give many clues of their pasts, yknow?”

[Jack the Observer: “I’m not. lying.”]

Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “well I’m sorry my vocabulary isn't as great as yours jack, but I never had a need to speak like Duke and Duchess do so I never learned to speak like them I do perfectly fine with the way I speak now and see no problem with it”

Jack the Observer: “you don't see me telling you to change your nature either.”

jayyyyyyyy: “hey, if yall are gonna argue, head to a different channel”

Duke: “You are correct of course sister but it does well to remember a web of lies uncared for will choke the one for who it weaves. I simply do not wish for our name to fall to ruin because of a misunderstanding.”

Dollar General Tubbo: “Jack, if I read correctly Ren didn't demand for a change in nature. No need for being rude.”

Renboobigceenzatublraffectionate: “ANYWAYS! do either of you (Duke and Duchess) have a favorite number?”

Duke: “However, civility is the noblest pillar of which humanity stands on. Please cease your fighting you two, it can be easily discussed later.”

jayyyyyyyy: “I agree with Duke here. no point in arguing over something so small, specially during a regular conversation”

Duchess: “Hm, if we had to pick, I'd say our favorite number is two! good things come in pairs, do they not? :)”

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