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monosminecraftmania · 3 months

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Color!au [hermitcraft fantasy au]

so i got two notes on the previous post so here i go talking about this

(yes this is going out like a month late but shh i had stuff ;a;)

here's a full roster of everyone and everything. Hopefully this will turn into motivation for me to write but yeah. until then here have this

again, if anyone is interested in seeing close ups/detailed drawings of anyone just send me an ask and i will gladly draw them. pls im desperate

if we get 3 notes i'll. share pictures of the kingdoms.

(long long post. read at your own risk >:3)

Going Alphabetically

Bdubs - Astronomer of Flax - Lives at the top of the castle - Comically small. No don't ask it's a sore subject - Made himself a glittering cloak of "stardust"

Beef - Resident of Varie - Lives on the outskirts of the kingdom - Travels only for paints or supplies - Good friend of Etho's

Bigb - Cerule resident - Has a cloud frog as a familiar - All it does is make his shoulder slightly moist - Runs a cookie shop

Cleo - Naga, Resident of Uaine - Graveyard guardian - Made herself arms of enchanted scraps the dead leave behind - Her human disguise is a gigantic ballroom dress.

Cub - Dungeon engineer of Mauve - Will never share the recipe for totems of undying - Creates labyrinths and puzzle rooms with a small chance of death - Sources most materials from Scar

Doc - Cursed Archeologist of Uaine - Pissed off a moss spirit so now his skin's green - Can't breathe good - Cut off his own arm and made a new magic one

Etho - Crown Prince of Varie - Half fox, but vertically - Has a heavy limp so people speculate he carries old battle wounds - Very bad at hiding the fox bits.

False - Royal Knight of Amara - Gilded Eagle Hybrid. Eagle wings and colors but the feathers appear to be shimmering like metal - Kingdom is usually very calm so she spends most of her time hanging out with Stress and fishing - Kicks ass when she has to.

Fwhip - Fisher in Ochre - Gem's business partner and the less violent one of the two - Deals more in accounting than actual fish - Fixes boats on the side

Gem - Fishwife in Ochre - Not actually married. Married to THE GRIND. - Runs a fishing boat and market by the widest bend of the river - Can and will use this trident.

Grian - Geologist in Claret - That's some funny lookin floating rocks - Owns a mansion that's shared with several other people of science - Named one of the rocks Brian. Pronounced like Grian.

Hypno - Beekeeper in Flax - Has a little bee farm that he sells honey and candles out of - Has a little magic and mostly uses it to make his flowers bloom - Honestly just happy to be here :3

Impulse - Service Demon in Flax - Resident fiekind (trickster demon). Does favors for gold or food - Invented the farming plow for a request once - Will absolutely abuse vague requests and play as many tricks as possible

Iskall - Magic Blacksmith of Uaine - Makes magic weapons of all kinds, mostly swords - Has golems to help him with his work, mostly just handling hot metal - Charisma + 20. He will flirt with anything that breathes.

Jevin - Slime Amalgam - Hides in the topmost tower of Azure's castle. - Stole pieces of gargoyles to camouflage and has been collecting feathers for wings - Just a silly little guy, living his best life.

Jimmy - Whistler - Guardian of the Wishing Cave - A great guy until you realize he's evangelizing for a cult - Hasn't touched grass in years

Joe - Magic researcher in Viridian - Puts random mushrooms in his mouth - Purely curious and gets a pass from most forest spirits - Looking into the forces of death to write a funny book

Joel - Strength Bryd (forest spirit) in Uaine - In the common tongue it's pronounced Ogre - Covered in tattoos that may or may not be his past victims - Fell in love with a fish. How did it end up like this.

Jono - Local Bard of Amara - Half Dog musician who's found a nice spot in Amara to settle down - Shirts are for losers - Can beatbox amazingly well with sharp teeth.

Keralis - Holy Water Spirit - Currently napping in the big ball chained to the temple roof - Granted Xb his wish to safely walk on land - Kind to a fault

Lizzie - Resident of Amara - Half fish hybrid - Washed up in the marshes of Uaine after a storm once and rescued by a handsome ogre. - Has an army of cod.

Martyn - Servant of Claret - A Watcher - Ren's shadow - Really needs a hug

Mumbo - Wizard of Claret - Subject of all of the bad luck - Collects scriptures and studies the magic of his kingdom - Also hosts a great magic show for kids

Pearl - Royal Architect/Librarian of Azure - Started as a stable girl who threw a tomato at the design for the royal library. And instead of being arrested, she was hired to redesign it. - In charge of the upside down library - Her dragon is named Bikkie.

Ren - Crown Prince of Claret - Half dog and proud of it. - Twins with Jono who moved away to the neighboring kingdom - Curious to a fault

Sausage - Mauve Resident - Construction worker for the many dungeons and attractions - Works well with wood in the morning - Way too enthusiastic

Scar - Travelling Merchant - Sells all the wares! Even wares that don't exist! - Yes the cane is magic - Makes an annual trip across the country to Mauve

Scott - Azure Merchant - Collects fashion articles from all over the country - Runs a ferry business on the side - Might know something.

Skizz - Resident of Cerule - Chosen by a phim and gifted a pair of angel wings and a halo - Encourages body positivity! Because love yourself you jerks - Trusts blindly and with open arms.

Stress - Goat/Beast hybrid in Amara - Retractable fluff for an instant winter coat! - The hooves are more like paws, but she's got incredible balance - Runs a tea shop with odd but tasty blends.

Tango - Fire spirit - Holy spirit of fire who's honestly just confused why he's so popular - Kidnapped by Scar and escaped to Gem all within a week - Hides in Gem's fireplace

TFC - Blacksmith of Varie - Specializes in actual tools, not weapons - Has a side business of stone sculptures. Buy one get two small ones free - Has a familiar, but no one knows what it is

Wels - MC - Surname revoked. Formal title "Wels, Knight of the Realm" - Banished from his home and travelling to a faraway land - His horse is named Worse, but pronounced like 'horse'

XB - Resident of Azure - Book collector and moved out of Amara to pursue his love of books - Got a blessing from a water spirit so he doesn't suffocate - Learned flight magic and swims through the air

Xisuma - Vagabond - Originally from Mauve. Travels the lands at every opportunity - No one has ever seen his face - Incredibly helpful travel guide

Zedaph - Royal Engineer/Alchemist of Mauve - May have invented cocaine. And gunpowder - Designs elaborate gauntlets for the bold to test their strength - Decided two extra arms were a good idea

#phew that was long #hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #im not tagging everyone #though it would be funny to #fantasy au #original au #i love this au #all i need to do is love the grind more so i can actually write this thing

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gothelsflower · 11 months

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ok because i have wednesday brainrot now (and not in the good fun way) i’ve been thinking about it since i finished the series yesterday and one of the many many glaring plot holes that stood out to me was the ghost of crackstone once he was resurrected??? like they spent SO MUCH of the season emphasizing how AWFUL it would be were he to be raised from the dead and then all of his scenes just felt really anticlimactic???

goody tells wednesday she has to strike him “in his black heart” or whatever and then bianca does and he just. dies. just like that… lmao??? and i think it was missing the opportunity completely to do something really cool and introspective with his character by having his bigotry ultimately be the thing that defeats him from the inside out. here’s what i mean: rather than having his ultimate kryptonite be a literal achilles heel a la dracula (boring, tired, overdone), wednesday could have used her clever mind (which the show glorifies in this borderline bbc sherlockian way as sooo unique and special!1!1!1 only SHE could solve this caper!) to flip the entire conflict on its head, thus getting crackstone to defeat himself. because he’s a stereotypical pilgrim, he’s got religious fervor which turns him into a zealot, he’s entitled and lives on his high horse, thinking himself superior to the addams family immigrants, to the native peoples which rightfully claim jericho land, to the amalgamation of outcasts seeking sanctuary there. he’s a bigot, and a bigot who despises any sort of difference, especially of the supernatural kind.

SO WHY DOES HE COME BACK FROM THE DEAD WITH A GLOWING WIZARD STAFF??? seriously… was it not enough to just give him ghost powers and the ability to manipulate his reality with his hands? he couldn’t even really DO anything with the staff or he would have killed wednesday instantly the moment he arose without the need for a petty knife or later, forcechoking her (????) slowly enough for both her and bianca to stab him through the chest twice. like… we’re really expected to believe crackstone would come back and wholeheartedly just leap at the chance to use magic to do his bidding?? hell no! to him, based on everything the narrative told us prior, he would see that as lowering himself to the same level as goody, as the outcasts, and most importantly, as going directly against his protestant christian values which highly denounce all forces of sorcery! not only would he REJECT his ghost powers and magic wizard staff, but he likely even would be irate that laurel disturbed his eternal rest and brought him back to life through unholy rights which directly mocked the resurrection of christ and the foretold second coming/rebirth most christian dogma promises. and THOSE realizations could have been the perfect catalyst for both laurel to get taken down by the monster she herself indulged rather than… some random bees piloted by a boy with a power that was NEVER mentioned up until that point??? AND for crackstone’s toxic, bigoted, elitist, colonizer prejudices to cannibalize him in a way that would have been infinitely more interesting and satisfying to watch. it would have culminated in the point the show was sort of trying to make all along: that the real evil wasn’t a magic ghost wizard come back from the dead or a creepy monster man, but a human bigot who wrongfully used his power to harm others who were different from him all along. and wednesday wouldn’t have even had to lift a finger.

#soapbox era #wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #netflix wednesday #wednesday critical #joseph crackstone #laurel gates #bianca barclay

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cog5 · 1 year

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May - The Keep, South, Area 1B

#dungeon23

5.4. Northwest Gallery

Eight paintings line the walls.

1. A handful of snails, crushed on a cement slab.

2. The interior of a clock tower.

3. A hearth, on fire, the blaze is out of control.

4. A lean man with a top-knot and a severe case of posterior pelvic tilt. Their hands, deep in their pockets. They step boldly forward.

5. A frame with no picture, the bare wall shows through on the other side. From behind the wall, the sound of knocking.

6. A bathtub, filled with just enough water to drown in, should you fall asleep.

7. A woman hunches, picking up the pieces of a shattered plate.

8. Ice cream. The kind you like.

Under a glass cloche: A spindly plant, sprouting vibrant, green leaves with dark purple veins that pulse like a heartbeat.

5.5. Northeast Gallery

Eight paintings line the walls.

1. A house, but only half. A half-house.

2. A room with large windows, from which pale light pours in. In the room’s center a tree, with flaking, pale bark. Its growth stunted by the ceiling.

3. A highway at twilight, filled with empty automobiles. In the distance, an old woman waits high upon the overpass.

4. Abstract. Remarkably, the feeling summer.

5. A taxidermied bear, its muzzle missing. Mechanical parts protrude from the hole. If it could sing, it would.

6. A void, absent of form or light.

7. A flawless reflective pane of glass. A mirror.

8. A wild dog standing in a dark doorway. Its eyes are large, spinning spirals of incandescent sparks. It hunts.

Inside a glass display: An exceptionally heavy scepter, laden with excessive ornamentation. Grasping the handle is troublesome and getting it through doorways is inconvenient.

5.6. Hema’s Pool

The floor of this room is filled with knee-deep water. At its center, a suspended, metallic sculpture, an amalgamation of human organs intersecting with one another.

If the surface of the water is broken, the organs will activate and manifest a “thing”. A scene, object, or being, based on 2D2 art pieces from the four rooms surrounding it. If a complex “thing” is conjured, the sculpture is likely to be lost in it, obscured by the illusion.

This “thing” is seeded by the last thought that entered the adventurer's head, before they stepped into the pool.

This “thing”, for all intents and purposes, is real, until a situation is resolved. The situation is whatever the adventures perceive it to be. However they decide to solve the situation, is correct. Alternatively, they can find and destroy the organ sculpture, to break the illusion.

5.7. Southwest Gallery

Six paintings line the walls.

1. A young servant, holding a water jug. Her smile contains far too many teeth.

2. An old man, a farmer. Face cracked and dry, hands knotted and gnarled.

3. A ceremony, six figures dance around a goblet under moonlight.

4. A large fish with feeler fins that seem to probe at the edges of the canvass it’s painted on.

5. A faceless man, dressed in a suit tailored from the skin of cucumbers.

6. A stark bedroom, an empty bed, a massive hole in the wall, as if something had been blown out of the room.

Inside a glass display: A chunk of bark, carved to look like a sea-side village. Rows of fishermen with vacant eyes sit upon the docks, each in various states of casting their rods. Above them, long legged birds perch, waiting to see what the ocean will bring.

5.8. Southeast Gallery

Six paintings line the walls.

1. An empty pub washroom, broken stalls. A row of urinals, more of a trough, really.

2. A body of a bee, crushed, laying at the bottom of a small hole, surrounded by pristine grass.

3. An alien saucer, vaporizing a city skyline.

4. An endless hallway, unnerving angles, accented with pastel stripes.

5. A picnic table in the dark, seated with a lonely minstrel.

6. That sandwich shop you’ve been meaning to try, abandoned, boarded up.

Under a glass cloche: A mechanical model depicting an old water mill, operating in a forest clearing. Droplets of oil simulate a rain storm as they drip down strands of fishing line, coiled around the scene.

#ttrpg #dungeon23 #ttrpg maps #dnd #indie ttrpg #ttrpgs #osr #drawing #inkdrawing #ttrpg art

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yaoiverseupdates · 9 months

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Welcome to Yaoiverse Updates!

Below the cut, you can find all the important information about Yaoiverse, as well as all the information about Yaoiverse Updates! Happy yaoiing!

(Note: this blog was created on Sept. 2, 2023. Any events that happened before Sept. 1 will gladly be summarized if asked, but will not be posted here as a standard recap.)

What is Yaoiverse?

Yaoiverse is a canon-divergent QSMP roleplay group! It currently consists of seventeen roleplayers, and two spectators! Others can join in on Yaoiverse, too, by sending asks to the characters!

Why make an updates blog?

It can be difficult to keep track of everything that happens in the Yaoiverse. Sometimes we get busy, and it can be difficult to catch up. With so many people, most with multiple blogs running Yaoiverse lore at the same time, there is a lot. So, an updates blog!

What will be on this blog?

This blog will contain daily recaps of everything that happened that day, along with completed threads and plot-relevant posts. These will all be tagged accordingly, so do not fret! I will not be reblogging every single post, primarily just those that are plot-relevant. And some that I personally find entertaining.

Who runs this blog?

Hi, my name is Bee! I run a few different Yaoiverse blogs: Cellbit's, Dapper's, Walter Bob's, and Tina's (once she is added to the Yaoiverse). My main blog is @edgarallanpoestan! I will be taking input from other Yaoiverse members, and may have some of them help me run this blog!

Okay, that's all for questions, so let's get into everything else!

Tagging system

#yv updates - any update post

#yv recap - standard recap post, just a bulleted list with all that has happened that day

#yv thread - a reblog of a completed thread

#yv post - a reblog of a Yaoiverse post

#yuriverse - this is a common tag among all Yaoiverse blogs, meaning the post is not canon to Yaoiverse

#straightverse - this is a common tag among Yaoiverse blogs, meaning the post is heavy and contains some degree of angst. Posts reblogged here that use this tag will be tagged with additional warnings

#sexoverse - this is a common tag among Yaoiverse blogs, meaning that the post is implied to be sexual or explicit. There will never be any graphic smut, but some posts do get somewhat NSFW

Posts will also be tagged with the names of every character included in it, including anons!

Characters

English-Speaking Characters

Badboyhalo - @daddestboyhalo

DanTDM - @thediamondmodcart

FitMC - @spawnradio

FoolishGamers - @builderfreak

JaidenAnimations - @the-bird-behind-the-slaughter

Philza - @crows-father

Quackity - @duckduckquackity

Slimecicle - @elfagflippo

WilburSoot - @signed-in-song

Spanish-Speaking Characters

AgebteMaxo - @maximum-father

ElMariana - @elwifeguy

Lil Jesus - @theyaoidevil

Lil Satan - @jesusyaoi

Luzu - @tilinsfather

Missasinfonia - @cringefailskeledad

Roier - @psicologoier

SpreenDMC - @cringefailabsentdad

VegettaGaymer777 - @constructor777

Portuguese-Speaking Characters

Cellbit - @catboyarg

Felps - @felpsederation

ForeverPlayerG - @love-youforever

Mike (TazerCraft) - @tazeredmike

Pac (TazerCraft) - @packedtazer

French-Speaking Characters

Antione Daniel - TBD

AyPierre - @shitfactory-official

BagheraJones - @theducklady

Etoiles - @tueur-de-donjon

Kameto - @frenchsasuke

Eggs

A1 - @egg-a1

Bobby - @bobby-el-mas-chingon

Chayanne - @cha-cha-cha-chayanne

Dapper - @autismbeamsyou

Gegg - @goo-amalgamation

Juanaflippa - @bulletflips

Leonarda - @minibuilder777

Pomme - @carmalized-apples

Ramón - @inventorswag

Richarlyson - @footballpigeon

Tallulah - @music-among-the-amapolas

Tilín - @witheredlilacs

Trump(et) - @yaaay-propellerhat

(Character list continued in reblog, due to tagging limit)

#yv updates #yv recap #yaoiverse #pinned #introduction

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itsclydebitches · 2 years

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OFMD Party Drabble #1

Prompt: Mascots (Blackbeard/Ed for Team Black!)

A/N: I’m (hopefully) going to be posting a bunch of drabbles throughout the week. I intend to pull them all together into an AO3 collection after the 7th.

Ed had never commissioned anything before.

A criminal of the Crown, known for his thefts and their staggeringly high body counts ... yeah, Ed could see why Izzy was looking at him like he’d grown a second head, but it wasn’t like he could just waltz onto any ship and take one, now could he? Well, maybe he could. Yeah. Probably. But then it wouldn’t be unique, for Stede, and that was the point of all this, you know?

Izzy spat a wad over the side and his baffled look settled into something... unimpressed.

“You just want to play at being a noble, Boss,” he said.

Ed grinned. “Guilty.”

“Fucking Christ. Just leave me out of it.”

He couldn’t deny that it was a thrill. With Lucius distracting Stede, Ed was able to sneak into the auxiliary closet and select an outfit at his leisure, mixing and matching with an amateur, but passionate eye until he was happy with the man in the mirror. He’d bathed earlier that day, hair and beard threaded with oil, cologne dotted under each ear, even his fucking fingernails were clean. Ed did a little turn in the blue ensemble he’d picked out—the same shade as Stede’s ring, Oluwande’s earring, the sky right after a storm—and left the ship with a spring in his step.

Every settlement had a woodcarver, but Ed had steered them back towards Bridgetown, knowing that wherever Stede hailed from must have the best stuff. They’d thrown anchor down the coast so as not to draw much attention and a couple comments here and there about meeting old contacts had reassured Stede about his secretive afternoon—more or less. As Ed wound his way through the streets, he made a note to actually find some slob to play the part of an old friend. Or hell, maybe he’d actually find someone he knew. Blackbeard couldn’t be the only pirate out there looking for the finer things in life.

The reality was that every person he passed, from nobleman to pauper, cast a disparaging look at this strange amalgamation invading their space: finely cut clothes that were now several months out of style; rich fabrics sporting wrinkles, the slight failure of a man who’d dressed without a servant at his side, a clean body that nevertheless held too many scars to be a gentleman’s...

Ed noticed none of it, whistling an old shanty from his youth.

The buying of the thing was nearly as fun as the excursion itself. The present might have been for Stede already, but Ed felt like he was giving something else, quietly and intimately, by threatening the man who looked so much like a schoolyard bully. The knife Ed had hidden in his boot was more than enough to secure the woodcarver’s attention. His pistol got him every fun addition he could think of—and a couple more besides. Finally, Ed’s threats—well-honed and even sharper than his blade—ensured that the piece would be waiting for him in three month’s time.

Is a desk really worth the lives of your children, mate?

Was a desk really worth all this trouble?

Yeah. Of fucking course. It was for Stede.

“You really like it then?” he asked, a season later, suddenly unsure despite how Stede ran his hands over the polished wood, caressing it with a care such craftsmanship deserved. The fact that he touched Ed that way still caused a damn flutter to kick up in his chest, like bees and butterflies and a hundred different bugs all swarming together. He thought he’d have come down from that feeling by now; purged himself of whatever sickness this gentleman had brought from another world. Instead, the damn thing lingered, just like his bum knee.

Ed gravitated towards Stede the same way he put weight on a limb that, at some point, would no longer hold him up. Fuck it. He’d embrace the fall.

“Like it?” Stede echoed faintly. “Dearest I love it—” and Ed preened at that, just a little.

Because yeah, it was the best that Blackbeard’s reputation could get them. Not just any old fuddy duddy desk, but one with a lunatic’s style. Ed had commissioned—and that was still such a fun, foreign idea—as many hidden compartments as one piece of furniture could possibly hold. Panels slid away to reveal extra storage space. Drawers had false bottoms and tiny cabinets peeled off into intricate puzzle pieces, the kind of complicated shit that Stede could fiddle with for hours. Some of the secrets were useful, or duplicitous, or led only to some pretty image that existed to be admired and nothing else. It was fucking wonderful. Ed had already hidden a number of surprises inside, both practical and indulgent, but he couldn’t resist showing off the best of them all.

“Had Lucius write it down for me,” he said, pressing a hidden button on the desk’s side. “Wanted to make sure the seller didn’t write something shitty, you know?”

The middle panel fell away and there, intricately carved, was a lighthouse, its beacon shining out towards whoever knew how to access it safely. On the rocks was a simple message:

Never left, never will.

Love,

Stede gasped.

...and then puckered his lips in playful reproach.

The Love, Ed had a + Izzy next to it.

“He did not agree to that,” Stede said, elbowing Ed as he began to laugh.

“‘Course he fucking didn’t.”

“I know for a fact that Izzy has never once said ‘I love you’ to either of us and at this point I despair that he ever shall.”

“Yeah, but the bastard means it though.”

“Hmm. You going to show him?”

Ed drummed his fingers on the desk, enjoying the smooth feel of the wood and the color infusing Stede’s cheeks.

“Nah. Thought I’d order him to do the ledgers here. See how long it takes him to find it.”

Turns out the time was four months, twelve days, and approximately two hours. Three hours, really, because no one else was privy to the time Izzy spent admiring that carving on his own, quiet and grateful, before he was capable of stepping outside and putting on a furious show.

Ed and Stede knew though. They always did.

A/N #2: You all seen this desk? 👀 That’s a Stede Bonnet desk 100%

#OFMD #Our Flag Means Death #OFMD party #OFMDfic #SteddyHands

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morayspond · 1 year

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seeking OC x OC roleplay partner(s)

hello! my name is moray and I haven't been on tumblr in a billion years so please bear with me. my information: 22 y/o nonbinary only writing with folks 18+, the older the better will write MxM or NBxM / NBxNB OCxOC only, not into fandom RPs i'm an artist and character designer who illustrates all my characters / worlds / etc. so expect art and visuals and such. i exclusively write inhuman monsters: strange alien beasts, dragons, weird amalgamations - often weird custom species that i put together :) only time i'll write a character that is human is as a side character / filler. my ideal writing style: - 1-2 paragraphs, paragraph minimum. - relaxed pacing, maybe 2-3 messages a day minimum. - i am busy + disabled and energy is a fickle thing - third person writing [ mike leaned against the door to the bathroom and sighed. was this all he was meant to be? ] my ideal writing partner: - another queer person, ideally also trans but i'm comfortable if you're not. just be aware many if not all of my characters are. - wants to write against a big monster / beast / generally evil / horror themed character. - has OCs they want to write or is willing to work on new ones to fit a trope / mold ocs they already have to fit a scenario. - wants to write 50/50 plot and weird alien porn some of my favorite themes and tropes atm:

★ horror scifi / space settings (EX: dead space, ALIEN) ☆ alien invasions, accidental or on purpose, large scale (world) and small scale (body) ★ alien / demonic / creatures with hiveminds. one monster = many monsters. (like a queen bee.) ☆ post-apocalyptic settings with additional scifi / horror elements (i.e. fallout, half life) ★ giant monster takes a human as a pet (i.e. a dragon with a prince, a blind monster using a human for a lookout, etc.)

some of my favorite nsfw themes: ☆ fucked up creature could kill a human in one bite x some human ★ oviposition! breeding!! monster needs a good place for their clutch, and you look warm. ☆ size difference goes crazy. i love having a standard size human with massive monsters. ★ weird dicks, weird ways of having sex, just overall alien anatomy weirdness trying to fit to a human's much simpler needs. fun

down to write pretty much anything, if you're interested whatsoever my DMs should be open. thanks for peekin in!

#rp finder #oc x oc roleplay

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alfalfairy · 2 years

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can you tell us about ur ocs?

Sure! There are three main characters in the story I've had on the brain for a while now, which is an amalgamation of Magnus Archives, Red Dead Redemption. All characters use they/them for now - haven’t quite figured out gender identities for them yet.

First up is Ferran Elahor. Parents made a bargain with a deity for fortune. Deity directed them to a specific area of land with strange bees that made delicious honey. They set up an apiary and began selling the honey, and the mother took it in her tea every day, including through the pregnancy of their first child. Three days after the child was born, they were directed to leave it in a glade in the woods, and the debt would be considered paid. They did it without hesitation. Ferran was picked up and raised by a servant of that deity, who taught them apothecary arts. Ferran is also skilled in horseback riding, and is a crack shot with a rifle. They are precise, confident, responsible, practical, intuitive - but also pretty stubborn, judgemental, and insensitive at times. Ferran has a natural empathy with the natural world, and later develops an ability with fire.

Next is Idrina Delamorin. Youngest and unplanned child of an aristocratic family, who basically intended to marry them off to gain influence and power. Trained in the classical arts of writing, poetry, dance, singing, and instrumentals - which they actually enjoy practicing and using to entertain themself and others. But they’ve had to become particularly sly and observant to keep up with their parents. Socially savvy and charismatic, but also very private. Has the capability of being an inspiring leader; endlessly curious and great at brainstorming, but also argumentative, and dislikes getting to the practicalities. Idrina later develops abilities related to charm and illusion.

Finally is Theo Marelis. The child of two warring gang members, in a Romeo & Juliet-esque situation. The parents attempted to run away with their child, but Theo was kidnapped as a toddler by the members of his father’s gang. Was raised to believe that his mother killed their father as an act against their father’s gang (but their parents are still alive, just constantly looking for them and looking over their own shoulders). Was raised in a household of conditional love, constantly reminded of their mother’s act, and has become a thief to try and prove their worth to the gang. Later develops abilities related to shadow manipulation.

they’ve been in my head for such a long time now, but so many of the details are still unknown or undecided. still, i love thinking about them so much

#🧚🏻

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fourteenth-seat · 2 years

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some paion cooking and misc. food-related hcs (courtesy of @seatedsacrifice!)

paion is something of a gourmet. he is absolutely meticulous and exacting when he cooks -- and yes, he does actually cook to some extent, combining varying degrees food amalgamation magics with the art of manual cooking. as he is a huge proponent of variation, this allows for each meal experience to be slightly different; with no two meals sounding or tasting quite the same. since the act of manually cooking tend to be a more drawn out process, paion is able to enjoy the various sounds that might not have otherwise been made if he'd simply used the more instantaneous process of food amalgamation magics alone. the sounds made during cooking are pleasant, therapeutic, and stimulating for paion, often soothing his easy-wracked nerves. he tends to speed up cooling, heating, and setting times with magic however, as he is not particularly patient when it comes to the parts where you just have to sit and wait. during intervals where he has no choice but to wait for the best results, you can catch him engaging in bizarre theatrics in the background, striking strange poses, doing bizarre little dances, or performing acts of fitness such as lifting magicked weights. that said, he is more considerably patient when he’s actually involved and immersed and the process. he would absolutely make those oddly aesthetically pleasing cooking asmr videos you find on youtube. however, he cannot stand having anyone else in his kitchen whilst he is cooking, and may become agitate or even hostile if someone attempts to communicate with him while he is cooking, or simply enter the kitchen while is cooking.

meals paion makes tend to be a feast for multiple senses, as paion enjoys food that makes satisfying sounds (such as fruits and vegetables), but also ones that are bright or appealingly-coloured. one of his favourite ingredients is honey, although he is mortally afraid of bees. he delights in creating what some may judge to be eclectic but nevertheless delicious combinations.

post-sundering, all of paion’s shards retain his incredibly large appetite, although none of them can cook, with the sole exception of ardbert, who can manage to make at least a four-star meal out of a random scrinkly little fish found in one of norvrandt’s lakes. a single meal for paion could probably feed several average people, and the same applise for many of his shards. his sundered incarnations on the source tend to have the largest appetites, however. during the early days of the allagan empire, emperor xande was rumored to have prized food above that of the ever-changing tide of battle, and was more than happy to lend his knowledge of his newly-developed art of aetherochemistry to aspiring culinarians, in order to expedite and improve upon inefficient old cooking techniques. in contrast to paion (who was fond all foods), xande favoured savoury and spicy foods, and was said to have scorned all things sweet, with the sole exception of honey.

#☉:ﾟ* ℍ𝔼𝔸𝔻ℂ𝔸ℕ𝕆ℕ𝕊 .

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whumble-beeee · 8 months

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Whumptember 2023, Day 13

"You don't remember, do you?"

Finally free | Open arms | Clothes that don’t fit

The Bee’s Whumptember Masterlist

~1240 words

CW: slight blood mention, ship running aground, many many implied character deaths

(this turned out to be more of a cerebral cosmic horror than whump, just as word of fair warning lol)

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The ship was just a dot. A blip. Was it even there? Missus squinted her eyes into the nearly blinding horizon, the straight line where the wine-dark sea met the brilliant blue sky.

Yes, it was! The ship, it had to be! The sailors were finally returning home! Her Sailor was finally returning home. She called out the news to anyone who would listen, the ship is on the horizon, tha sailors are returning, they’re coming home!

A crowd slowly surrounded Missus, men and women, children and old, all peering excitedly at the slowly growing dot, murmuring rumors about what could possibly be trapped within its wooden exterior.

Some awaited the riches bound to be on the ship, treasures to behold before they were carted away to be reviewed and stored away by the king himself. Some awaited the inevitable stories accompanying those treasures, feats of daring do and swashbuckling adventures, regaled with pantomimed swords and spears and exaggerated acting that would make even the most miserable of children shriek with joy.

Most awaited the men on board. The ones they held most dear. The loved ones who had left their wives, their sons and daughters, their mothers and fathers. Left them behind years ago to seek out a goal that could only be known within the creaking bones of a sailing ship. They were so close now; plodding steadily back on that behemoth that had ripped them away oh so long ago.

Except… Well, that can’t be right. The ship was awfully close to the port, and it didn’t seem to be slowing down… No ‘batoning the hatches’ or moving the sails up and down… No, no, Missus must learn not to question or doubt things just because she doesn't understand them. She always made a bad habit of that.

The murmurings of the people around her slowly grew more agitated as they too seemed to come to the same conclusion. Didn’t they know that sailors knew what they were doing? There was no need to worry about the ship that had seemed to lock its course upon the waiting crowd.

All eyes locked onto the craft. Growing larger and larger and faster and faster. The murmuring slowly morphed into screaming. Women grabbed their children and ran. Men guided, then started fully shoving people out of the way of the warpath of the raging vessel heading straight toward them. Some of Missus’ acquaintances tugged at her sleeves, pleading with her to please move, please save herself. They may as well have been a thousand miles away.

Missus could only stare at the mass of wood and twisting metal as it quickly surmounted her. How could this be? Was the crew all right? Was her Sailor alright? Why hadn’t they–

A man of impossible strength dove into her, driving his shoulder into her stomach and sweeping her off her feet as the schooner broke land, unstoppably skidding up onto the streets, breaking rope and wooden railings where Missus had been standing just seconds before. It rapidly lost speed as the mast jousted through fragile storefronts and the hull screeched along the ground. The groans of breaking wood and roars of shattering glass made Missus want to stuff cotton so far into her ears that she would never be able to get it out, and the screaming; People all around her letting out horrible shrill calls of anguish, horror, terror, confusion, or some ghastly amalgamation of the four. Missus herself couldn’t even find it in herself to stop howling until the schooner finally came to a stop resting its hull halfway through some poor sap’s dining room.

The man carrying Missus shakily set her down. He grasped her shoulders, gently demanding to know if she was alright, was she hurt, was she sane, had he caused her harm? He was immensely sorry for his horrible lapse in etiquette, but he acted before he could think in order to save her life. Missus couldn’t take her eyes of the wreckage. She shakily cupped the man’s hands in her own, all the thanks she could manage for saving her life, then walked right past him, ignoring his calls that she shouldn’t go over there. It wasn’t safe.

Missus stared up into the collapsed underbelly of the ship. A gathering crowd of morbidly inquisitive spectators once again slowly surrounded her. Dust settled around them, on their clothes and skin, on the street and wrecked ship, muffling the murmurs and rumors that raced through the crowd like electricity as they squinted to see into the dark. No one dared to venture further into the new inexplicable, deep, dark unknown.

There was a movement in the ship. The crowd gasped and fell silent. Another movement. Another. The most venturous of the crowd stepped forward inquisitively to take a closer look.

A figure stumbled out of the wreckage, dazed.

A man.

More gasps resonated from the crowd. They surged to go help him through the wreckage as he lurched steadily forward in a trance. Sharp wood and nails sliced into his bare feet. A steady stream of blood to trail behind him.

One woman separated from the crowd to meet the sailor, running forward with open arms and practically tackling him into a bear hug as she screamed his name, tears tracks running dark down her dust-stained cheeks.

Missus held onto her sailor tight, even as he stood stock still in her arms. He was unbelievably thin, as if all the fat and muscle on his body had been burned away,. His clothes were barely hanging off his frame.

Missus pulled back slightly to brush the long, tangled hair out of her sailor’s eyes, staring into them. The once brilliant caramel brown irises now the color and consistency of mud stared back at her as if she wasn’t there at all.

“Honey?...” Missus whispered. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

She pulled him into another unreciprocated hug. He felt like ice. Just as unmoving and cold.

“Honey, you’re… you are scaring me… What happened?”

People shouted out behind Missus. Winded whipped by her ears, and a chill rushed down her spine, causing an unyielding shiver that came from the very marrow of her bones. A salty spray of sea air forced its way up her nose. Her sinuses stung, but she didn’t care.

“Why did the ship crash? Where is the rest of the crew?”

A low whine sounded in Sailor’s throat, barely audible over the sound of blood rushing in Missus’s ears and the wood cracking above them and the slamming of waves on the shore behind them and the worried cries of so many people behind them, cries of anguish and fury and confusion, desperate to know where their own sailors were. Where were they!

“Do you… Do you even know what happened? Do you remember?”

Sailor finally, finally looked down into his love’s eyes. Not a flash of life struck through them. Missus clutched at his arms, so hard she was sure she would draw blood. Slight tears started to gather in Sailors eyes, sparkling almost imperceptibly. His breath hitched in his throat.

“You don’t… remember, do you?” Missus whispered.

Sailor grasped at Missus, pulled her close, so he could hold her tight to him and feel her against his chest and never, never, never let her go again. Never again. Not ever.

He needed her now. He would never leave her side again.

She was the only one left now.

@whumptember

#whumptember2023 #whumptember day 13 #day thirteen: you dont remember me do you #day 13: open arms #day 13: clothes that dont fit #writeblr #yeah i really like cosmic horror #its super hard to write tho #esp in a day #i think i did halfway decent tho #sorry its not very whumpy even tho this is whumptember lol

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squidhominid · 1 year

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New Year's thread, 1/1/2022

It is currently 12:06 AM, January 1st, 2022. We made it. A whole 'nother year.

I'm sitting here, full up on green grapes, herring, black-eyed peas, and champagne, and I'm thinking about how strange things are and have been.

I make no secret of how my mother wasn't a good person. But something that stuck with me was her New Years traditions. Champagne, black eyed peas, herring, and green grapes. I never questioned it.

It's only now, just after my 29th birthday, that I decided to Google it.

It turns out, it's an amalgamation of traditions. The American South eat black eyed peas and collard greens on New Years, to symbolize luck and money in the new year. Poland and parts of Scandinavia eat herring on New Years to bring bounty and prosperity.

And Spain has 'las doce uvas de la suerte', or 'the twelve lucky grapes'. They eat twelve green grapes, one for each month, to ensure good luck in the coming year.

She wasn't Spanish, she wasn't Polish, she wasn't even from the South.

She was 100% New York Italian.

I have to wonder how these traditions came to her, and how she came to follow them. A strange mixture of traditions, distorted over time and space, until they became embedded in my mind, something I do with the passing of every year, for, no reason, really.

It makes me think of all the happenstance to get me to where I am. Bee introducing me to V-tubing. Minty and Anthem making my model. But, let's go even farther back.

Let's talk about a canceled Pokemon fangame and a forgotten sprite comic.

Pokemon Internet Online: Rising Sun, or 'PIO:RS', was a fanmade Pokemon MMO in the early 2000s. And Kid Radd was probably the greatest sprite comic ever made. One was given a cease and desist, the other forgotten.

Without either, I wouldn't be myself.

Without PIO:RS, wouldn't have been the forum post that led me to both Homestar Runner and the sprite comic Bob and George. Both formative for my sense of humor.

Without Bob and George, I wouldn't have seen the ad for GameCheetz, the comic whose community formed the impetus of my tween-age social circle, and would cause aftershocks through my life for many, many years.

Without Kid Radd… I wouldn't know about EarthBound. Kid Radd was a comic that lovingly parodied games and the act of games preservation, in an original setting, from the perspective of when it was made, 2002-2004.

In it was a game parody called 'MOFO'.

I was unaware Kid Radd was an original work. But its parody of MOTHER enraptured me in concept. A game with an unkillable boss, and a secret ending if you hacked past it?

I set to Google. I did not discover MOFO. But I discovered EarthBound, and Starmen.net.

Starmen.net became, of course, Fangamer. And the community begat many facets of internet culture... Of course, Undertale, but even Homestuck owes its name to a parody of the name 'EarthBound'. And I was there, not posting, but watching. Absorbing.

There were, of course, other influences. The Protomen. Splatoon. My experiences as part of a plural system, and my interactions with the plural community at large. My growing and ongoing obsession with media preservation. Desert Bus. Innumerable influences.

All of those things brought me here, now. If even one thing changed, who would I be?

I would not be myself.

I don't really know where I'm going with this. Just… Think on your past. Treasure the things that made you 'you'. Treasure the people you have, and the life you live, if it's one you enjoy.

Happy new year.

To get back on topic… New Years resolutions.

I want to foster a more healthy relationship with content creation and content consumption. I want to find things that make me happy again that aren't just streaming.

But I also want to be able to take those passions and put them back out into the universe. TikTok. YouTube. I want to finally start executing on the plans I've laid but never followed up on.

I want to share myself with the world.

Streaming is not all that I am.

Of course, I want to keep growing. But I'm blessed to have the following I do already. The friends I do already. I can only hope 2022 lays the foundation for me to chase my passions for the rest of my life.

Lacking any other topics, I'd just like to thank a few people.

Touka: thank you for being a friend and an inspiration. I know I keep saying it, but you are a shining light in this community, and I hope that you continue to burn, long and bright.

Pepper: thank you for being you. Your presence is invigorating, your passion for the things you love is intoxicating, and you're just a wonderful person to be around, and a most excellent host.

Mike Choi: thank you for everything. Your presence stabilized me and many others during early 2020, and you've continued to be a force for good and a source of joy well into 2021. Never change.

Lanie: thank you for always being there. You were one of my first supporters on Twitch, and I am eternally grateful to you for always believing in me as a creator and as a friend.

Dooper: thank you for...god, so much. You're one of the kindest, most outgoing people I've ever met, and one of the most talented streamers I've ever seen. Twitch doesn't deserve you, and you deserve nothing but the most profound success, in everything you do.

I only have two tweets left so I'm gonna just tag as many people as I can who I left out.

(following this was a litany of people, listed below)

Clyde Mandelin, Heidi Mandelin, Reid Young, lalalei2001, PBYukiOnna, BubblyOasis, Kai, Obskyr, Venort, Max D., Casey, Bee, Minty, Maple, Paddlesnake, Cyanrabitt, Zemixy, Rockwell, Matt (CapnCocoCharms), Lav, Mio, Vid, Ulner, Friend, Monarch, Tannyerz, Skully, Emery, Sylvianas, Anthem, Mike Chi, Dee (not that Dee), crc, Saxy, Rassicas, MJ, Skye (Cynthe), Madi, and Spiry

#rambling #reminiscing #long post #Twitter thread archive

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orange-waterfalls · 3 years

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G-Bots (TM)

Googleplier (x4) x viewer!reader

ty anon for the request!

A/N: Funny story! I am no longer physically capable of writing normally! I tried so hard to be normal and just veered off into SCP/Cryptid viewer territory because I like expanding on the idea that the viewer is Not Human! Anyways, you’re hanging out with the Googles. That is it. Nothing is wrong. You do not recognize the bodies in the water haha anyways I think I like went a little creepypasta-esque at the end there but it’s fine I think probably. It’s fine. Might be a little weird in terms of story, but i think this was more focused on world building to me. Probably seen as more platonic than romantic, but see it however you wish. Enjoy!

Word count: 2.5k

G-Bots (TM)

You wheezed just a bit as you sped through wherever-the-fuck you were. Sure, maybe that was a bad idea. Sure, Dark was a little bit threatening and SURE, you were supposed to be back by now, and the fact that you weren’t back with Mark trying to convince him NOT to split up was the tiniest bit problematic. You weren’t even sure this was a building? Were you in the void? Goddammit, not again…

You stopped, concluding that this was bullshit and you did not want to do it right now. You bent over, hands on your knees and took deep breaths. You stared into the emptiness for a bit, then looked around for a moment, just trying to figure things out. You needed to reassess. It was basically one big, long hallway with random twists and terms every few meters. You’d always end up back at the paintings of… them… and knew you’d gone too far. You did that over, and over, and over again. At this point you thought Dark had just forgotten about you. You took a deep breath in and let it out. You stood up straight and looked up at the paintings. You heard their voices echo through your head a bit. You squeezed your eyes shut and your head twitched.

“You’re alright… you’re ok… cool it…” You whispered to yourself. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Meditate. Think.

You looked on either side of the hall and, for the first time, you noticed doors extending down into the void and not stopping. You let out a breath. You felt a slight sense of dread. Something was telling you not to enter the rooms. Some little voice in the back of your head that sounded suspiciously like Mark. But, hey, what else were you gonna do?

“Ok… do i want to enter the door on the left or the door on the right?” You asked yourself. You paused to think about it. After a few seconds you felt yourself jerk forward a bit. Your brain felt staticy and you felt compelled to the left. You turned the knob and opened the door slightly. Immediately you heard music that might be in an SCP game, and a voice that sounded suspiciously like “do you recognize the bodies in the water?”. You were hoping no, and you bailed before you had a chance to look. You ended up almost exactly in your previous position in the hall. Your brain felt fuzzy again, and this time you gravitated to the right. You opened the door just a little, maybe to see what was inside, but again you heard the SCP ambiance.

But this time it was from behind you. So, like any smart person, you swung the door open, slammed it behind you and did your best to lock it. But there was no lock. So you stood. Waiting. Nothing happened.

Of course nothing happened. Why would anything happen? Dark wouldn’t want you to get hurt… probably. This was his domain. Probably. If you were alive, it’s because he wanted you to be. If you were in this room, it’s because he wanted you to be.

Speaking of: Where the hell were you?

You turned around to look behind you. In the blank white room there was a single grey couch with all 4 Google androids sitting on it. Apparently they were recharging, because they hadn’t noticed you standing there and also they were plugged into an outlet in the wall. You hadn’t considered that they had to physically plug into something to charge up, but the thought made you snort.

Bad idea.

All of their eyes snapped open at once, revealing the glow of their assigned colors. They all stood up and began walking towards you in unison. You felt a slight sense of dread. Even so, you tried to grab the doorknob, the one that apparently was no longer there, and cursed under your breath when you could only feel the smooth wall behind you. The androids stopped, staring at you. You cleared your throat.

“Hey…” you laughed nervously, “So, uh, funny story, actually-”

“You are not supposed to be here,” The original Googleplier, Blue, stated.

“Well, see, that’s where this whole thing started, um, see, Mark wanted to split up-”

“No human is allowed inside of this room, and not you, either.”

“Well-” You stopped, processing what he said, “Wait. ‘Either’? I’m human.”

“No, you’re not,” Google Green said. You wanted to be offended, but you were more confused.

“What do you mean? I’m human!” You argued.

“What color’s your hair?” Red asked with a mean smirk on his face. You opened your mouth to respond, and an amalgamate of voices saying “BROWNBLACKBLONDEWHITERED” came out. You slapped a hand over your mouth.

“... what the hell was that?” Your muffled voice whispered. Well, you thought it was probably yours.

“What’s your eye color?” BROWNGREENBLUEAMBERYELLOW exited your being before you could even try to answer.

“Do you have any pets?” That one just ended with a computer error sound from you.

“... huh.” You dropped your shoulders a little. The revelation probably should’ve upset you more.

“What are you doing here?”

“I… do not recognize the bodies in the water.” You explained.

“Ah, I see. Darkiplier would want you to not die, therefore you may stay.”

“Ha. Wow. Who knew the Googleplier androids-”

“G-Bots.”

“... what?”

“We are legally not allowed to use the name ‘Google’ anymore. We are now G-Bots.”

“... legally.”

“We were discontinued. And sold. And signed a contract.”

“So does that mean I can’t call you Google anymore?”

“No, that is simply my name. The name of us as androids, however, is now G-Bots.”

“Ok. What about them?” You pointed to the other three.

“Yellow is Oliver, Green is Lee, Red is Elliott.”

“And you’re just Google?”

“They’ve been trying to change my name to Gregor. I deeply dislike it.”

“It’s a good name.” Oliver suggested, smiling.

“Means vigilant.” Lee shrugged.

“Don’t be a pussy, Greg.” Elliott adopted a shit-eating grin as he leaned a little closer to Google.

“You can do… whatever you wish. Just do not be like them, DA.” Google instructed through gritted teeth.

The room began to shift color and expand. The couch was still grey in the center, but there were now four sections of each of the colors. The yellow section was filled with flowers, with a laptop on a desk next to a switch and a little Vector robot sitting by on the windowsill that showed a colorful meadow with bees buzzing to and fro. It glitched for a moment, so you knew the window wasn’t real. The green section had large houseplants and looked a bit like a greenhouse, and had an Xbox hooked up to a TV in the corner and seemed to have a view of a lake in the faux-window. The red section had miscellaneous wires and computer parts and lights here and there, looking like a fire hazard, and a PC on a table, while the window showed what appeared to be space. Google’s section was absolutely spotless, not a single thing anywhere, apart from a tiny skateboard next to a PS4 in the corner, and the window showed computer code.

“Wow.” You said. You might be stuck here for a while, so you might as well enjoy it.

Though you wondered who DA was. -- You hate to say it, but you had a favorite G Bot. It was kind of like having a favorite child, in your mind. You felt like they somehow knew that you had a favorite, but you didn’t know why.

Oliver was the sweetest by far, immediately going to make you as comfortable or entertained as possible while you were with him. He asked you if you wanted to watch something, if you wanted to play a game, if you were hungry, etc. It was kind of like going over to a friend’s house for the first time. He was enthusiastic to the point where he was shaking with anxiety over wanting to make you happy. You thought he didn’t get many visitors and maybe that was why. He showed you his flowers, and the bees, and a small painting in the corner, hoping for validation. His glowing eyes seemed to dull when you moved on to the next section, but said you’d visit him again. That did help, but he turned away sadly and went to water his flowers.

Lee seemed as though he couldn’t care less if you were there. He told you where everything was and that you could do whatever. If you asked for help, he would stop what he was doing and help you. Once you understood, he immediately resumed his previous task. He was a bit cold, like Google, but in a “I am very busy but I am still here if you need me” sort of way. He played a game or two with you, having a preference for the puzzle games more than anything else. Puzzle horror, more specifically. If there was a shooting part, he immediately shoved the controller into your hands, saying he didn’t want to do that part. When you left, he simply continued with his work without a goodbye.

Elliott tried so hard to ignore you for the longest time. You could hear him scoff and growl anytime you made any sort of noise. You were self conscious at first, but you came to understand that he was just an asshole. You started on a game, playing for a few minutes, and felt the red couch sink next to you because he had sat down next to you. If he thought you sucked (which he did) he would snatch the controller from you and finish whatever you were doing before giving it back. He refused to say anything or help you, either. He’d just make rude noises and walk away occasionally before coming back. When you left, he seemed a lot angrier than he had before, and wouldn’t say goodbye to you. He turned away with a huff and started pressing random buttons on the controller.

Google was by far the least interested in anything you had to do. You sat on the couch next to him, and he didn’t move an inch. You sat there for a bit, waiting, but he did not move. You stood up, walked around, messed with a few things, attempted to play a game or two. Google didn’t move. You pulled up the Gamer ChairTM and sat directly in front of Google, arms crossed. You sighed. Finally, he looked up at you.

“Is there something you need?” He asked in that monotone voice of his.

“I’m bored,” you said.

“Go to one of the others,” He closed his eyes.

“What are you doing?” You asked, curious.

“That is not-” He sounded exasperated.

“Hey Google, what are you doing?” You interrupted like the little shit you were

“Currently, this G Bot system is recharging its battery. This G Bot is at: 69%.” He shifted to a purely robotic voice.

“Haha nice.”

“This G Bot’s primary objective is to answer questions as quickly as possible. Would you like to ask a question?”

“Yes. What do you like to do, Google?”

“I enjoy answering your questions. Do you have any more?”

“What company owns you?”

“G-Bots were recently sold by the Google company to Warfstache Incorporated.”

“Wilford has a company?”

“Warfstache Incorporated is co-owned by Wilford ‘Motherloving’ Warfstache and Damien-Dami-Da-Darkiplier.” He glitched while answering.

“Who’s Damie-”

“The Corporation owns shows such as ‘Markiplier TV’, ‘Warfstache Tonight!’, and ‘Hire My Ass’. Do you have any more questions?”

“Do you pass the Turing Test?”

“Wondering if you have to treat me with basic decency?” He shifted back to his less robotic, but still monotone, voice.

“No. Just wondering.”

Neither of you spoke again for a while. He did scold you when you tried to move the couch with him still on it, so… progress. -- You were beginning to suspect that Google didn’t like you very much.

The blue one. Google. The other ones liked you. Oliver ranted to you for a whole half hour about different kinds of bugs and the hierarchy of bees. The queen is assassinated when she is bad for the hive, it would seem. Lee made you play Resident Evil with him because he didn’t like the fighting, but he liked figuring out what to do. You frantically passed controllers back and forth a lot. Elliott basically did speedruns of several games, you watching intently the whole time. He seemed to like the attention and actually smiled at you whenever he finished one.

But Google didn’t like you. He ignored you, and told you not to touch anything, and scowled whenever you asked him personal questions. Not like “what’s your sexuality” type of personal questions. More like… “what’s your favorite color and why is it blue” sort of questions. He didn’t like them either way.

But the others liked you, and that was pretty neat.

You still wanted Google to like you though.

“Hey Google,” he perked up with the little “do-do!” noise, “Can you guys go into your different sections?”

“All G-Bots have the ability to pass into other’s color-coordinated sections,” He answered politely.

“Why don’t you?”

“We don’t want to.”

“Do you get along?”

“Yes.”

“Then why don’t you?”

“Celine dislikes when colors are mismatched.”

“Who’s-”

“I’m sorry, this G Bot needs to charge.”

“But you haven’t been-”

“This G Bot needs to charge.”

“Come on, if you--”

“This G Bot needs to charge.”

You quieted and plopped into the chair. You stared at Google. His eyes flickered for a moment before they closed. -- The other Bots knew who Celine and Damien were, they just weren’t telling you. Their eyes always flickered when you asked, but they wouldn’t tell you.

You threatened not to play with Lee anymore. He said he could play on his own. You could see that he didn’t want to. You played Alien: Isolation. His eyes seemed duller.

You threatened not to watch Elliott’s speedruns. He said he didn’t care. You could tell that he did. You watched him play Hollow Knight. His eyes seemed duller.

You threatened not to listen to Oliver’s rants. He looked terrified, but he said that was fine. You could tell it wasn’t. You begged him to tell you. He looked sad.

“Who’s Damien?” You asked softly, stepping towards him.

“I can’t tell you,” He shifted back.

“Who’s Celine?” You stepped forward.

“I can’t tell you.”

“Who’s DA?”

All of the G-Bots stopped what they were doing. You heard static and felt like you were being watched. -- You looked up at the color on the outside of the museum.

You were doing something. You were doing something.

Were you robbing this place? It felt like you were. What happened to Mark? What happened… to you?

You stared at the doors, feeling a slight sense of dread. Something in the back of your head was telling you this wasn’t right. To go home. To…

“Ignorance is Bliss. Try Again?”

#on a lighter note #it is canon in MY markiplier cinematic universe #that oliver is an actual beekeeper #also i realized that the names i picked are very stereotypical trans guy names #so googleplier canon trans ig dwgyuefyuer #googleplier #googleplier blue #googleplier yellow #googleplier green #googleplier red #googleplier x reader #googleplier x gn!reader #google gets an upgrade #and yes the lil skateboard was a gift from bing <3 #googleplier x gender neutral reader

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encantoartdump · 2 years

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Let’s kick off this tumblr with a little female appreciation post! All the ladies (sorry Abuela...lets say she’s taking the picture... :D) of the Madrigal familia! But what better way to celebrate- than with their favorite chameleon... Camilo!

Little story time: Abuela gathered the ladies of the Madrigal familia for a picture, to commemorate their uniqueness and their own beauty that comes from within, not just from their gifts and their outward appearance. As the ladies gather, they’re all alight with excitement... “Camilo’s on his way”

Dolores says softly, sans her trademarked squeak of surprise or dismissal- it being no surprise to her that her hermanito was going to crash this event as well. Staring in the direction she heard him approaching- his typical visage slinking from out of the cocina doors to the garden parlor where they were setting up. Abuela watches quietly and unamused as the boy- almost with a permanent slouch at this point- approaches the group of women and from their poses- they look in his direction.

“What’re we up to? Una foto familia?”

The young man’s eyes were glittering with mischief, often they’d have to retake familia photos because he decided to make a face- put up burro-ears behind Luisa’s head- or shape-shift mid-shutter snap so that there was a monstrosity amalgamate somewhere in the picture. His mind was racing with possibilities to photobomb this one--

“Mijo-” Julieta taking it upon herself to break the news to the boy, her sister a couple of feet away from her giving her a sharp look. As though to say ‘don’t you hurt my bebe’, but giving her second born a small side-smile to assure him that it wasn’t his presence that wasn’t unwanted at all... just that it was a different kind of familia photo than what they usually took.

“-this is... a familia foto, yes. But...” ‘Even Princessa Perfecta Julieta was having trouble breaking the news to her sweet Sobrino.’ Pépa’s thoughts caught her off guard, not having any malice towards her sister, but the old nickname from their youth coming back in her mind as the older of the triplets prepared herself to tell the middle triplet’s first born son that he couldn’t join in their photograph. “Pobre tonto Camilo, this is a Madrigal solo damas photo...” Julieta finally was able to work out how to tell him without hurting his feelings. It wasn’t like they didn’t want him there, it was just... he wasn’t un dama. There was a moment of awkward silence as he stared at the group of women and a smile grew across his face. “Bet.” He responds simply, causing a reaction of many levels from the various women before him. Luisa wasn’t sure what he had planned, but knowing her primo... he had something up his ruana for just such an occasion. Mirabel purses her lips a bit and side-eyes her ‘sib from another crib’ softly whispering his name in question- she knew he hated being kept out of things. It was bad enough he had trouble finding his own purpose... but being left out of FAMILY things really rubbed him the wrong way. Pépa raised an eyebrow at her oldest son, suspicious of his reaction- but also a bit confused. Wondering most likely what he had planned. Isabela had the most obvious reaction to his mischievous look on Camilo’s face- rolling her eyes and exclaiming a bit quietly ‘aye’ much like her mother’s reaction to Agustín whenever he’d show up with bee stings or with some other random injury. Dolores looks at him, unamused, she knew what he had planned- but wasn’t savy to the extent of it... always more knowing than the rest of la familia thanks to her gift... as well as her learned swiftness so her own footfalls wouldn’t hurt her ears- she could venture throughout Casita without others even knowing she’d been there. “watch this-” The boy walked past Pépa, Dolores Isabela and nestled between Luisa and Mirabel, kneeling next to them. He continued to wear the same grin on his face the entire time and shape shifted into... what seemed to be a brand new person! No one had seen this person in town before and they were all surprised to see that it resembled as if Camilo had been born Camila instead! “Dios mio, hijo!” Pépa exclaimed, shocked to see her little boy now... her little girl? Even his clothes somehow mimicked his usual outfit but feminine! Camilo smirked and posed a little too dramatically and sensually, eliciting another bought of eyerolls from some of his surrounding familia. Alma, from behind the camera lightly claps- to not hurt Dolores’ ears, but at least get the attention of the others, “Alright this will have to do- you know what to say! One- Two-” She pressed the button as they all cheered their new chant for this type of photograph- Luisa, Camilo(a?) and Mirabel adding a bit to it as the flash shone- “LAS MUJERS DE LA FAMILIA MADRIGAL! (y cami-)”

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stellocchia · 3 years

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yoo, i trust your recs for fics, so i was wondering if you had any any non sbi-centric fic recs? its not that i hate sbi its just that there're so many that its overwhelming sometimes when i want something different.

Hmmm, I'll see what I got, because most of the fics I read end up being pretty Tommy-centric

Ongoing ones:

The Corruption We Suffer by The_Dragon_Hearted (Techno, Phil, and Tommy are all in the group of characters this fic focuses on, but the fic itself focuses pretty much on everyone if I gotta be honest. It also focuses quite a bit on the New L'Manburg cabinet, Dream, and pretty much everyone involved in the Egg plot. It's really nice)

Returning Stars Bring Meteor Showers by Anonymous (Canon divergent AU, seems to be mostly Dream-centric primeboys. But, like, Dream very much has canon!Dream personality. It's pretty cool)

what’s another night on mars? by funkyraccoon (more Bench Trio-centric fic. I really like Tubbo's characterization in this one and, overall, it's just. It's really good. It's always set on the Dream smp, but there's a bit of canon divergence with Tommy moving in with Bee Duo)

music didn’t have a meaning to me before I met you by barlebee (Other primeboys fic. This one is in a modern AU and Dream is working in his dad's shop while his dad can't. Tommy is just a random kid that really likes discs. The rest of sbi exists there, but they really aren't the focus)

The Unexpectedly Endearing Chronicles of Buzzkill and Amalgamation by miss_match (There's only 3 chapters of this, but the concept is great! It's about Bee Duo being badass villains while also being incredibly dorky, I love it)

It takes all of us by Mozaik (Sort of more external pov? Like, it focuses on the citizens of the smp and how they would have acted during the Exile Arc. So, there's quite a few original characters as you may imagine)

it's close enough to perfect (why does it hurt a little bit?) by Lucigoosey_The_Lightbringer (Again it's a primeboys one, but definitely with more focus on Dream himself and on all the people who want to absolutely destroy the f*cker. Like, this one is not a healthy primeboys dynamic at all just to be clear)

Forged by Truth (or Lack Thereof) by Anonymous (Hmmm, my dearly beloved. Okay, so, this one is a protégé AU, so it does have some focus on Tommy. That's kinda inevitable. But also it has as much if not more on Dream and quite a few others get their time to shine. Also it's just so fricking good and definitely deserves a read. Like, this is definitely one of my top 5 favorite fics of all time. It's really good)

Stream Labs LIVE by A_Non_ymousWriter (Another really good one with a mix focus on a lot of characters. I'd say that Tubbo is perhaps the main character? But honestly, it's kinda hard to say. It's really fricking good though)

6.9 billion outcomes, and somehow we ended up here by TjLockticon (The manhunt gang from the 3 hunters manhunts end up in the dream smp universe and this focuses mostly on how they deal with being there. Definitely Dream-centric)

Completed ones:

Sweet Dragon Child by MollyPollyKinz (Primeboys fluff fic, the rest of sbi is barely mentioned in it and it's from Dream's pov)

VVIP Backstage Passes by AdrianaintheSnow (Ranboo-centric Allium duo crack fic)

This Makes Exile 1000% Funnier by Crazy4abby (Dream-centric crack fic)

repair boy by FizzyOrange (Tubbo angst)

dissonance by shrugofgod (Character study fic on Tubbo)

Yeah... I think that's all I got so far...

#anon ask #fanfic recommendation

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