#what if i learn to rp as him

[makotonaegiunderstander]

something I’ve been thinking abt is how many people think Makoto is immune to despair. I don’t think he is. I think becoming the ultimate Hope was BECAUSE he felt despair. He wouldn’t have fully reached that point without Junko. Makoto becoming such a beacon was his last attempt to avoid completely falling and it wasn’t because he didn’t feel despair, it was because he was too damn stubborn to allow everything to go to waste and he refused to sacrifice his beliefs for someone else’s. His inner monologue tells me he DID experience the same new low the other suvivors did in the final trial, but at the point where he had the choice to give up and die, he looked at the others and he looked at Junko and he couldn’t allow it to happen, not out of self preservation, but because the idea that Junko would have control over their lives made him FURIOUS. and that utter refusal to die kicked in, wether luck or otherwise, and he made the concious effort for one last push while something in him was breaking. He had to be broken in order for the Ultimate Hope to come through so aggressively, bc it could only exist in the face of the Ultimate Despair. He snapped the same way she did, but in the other direction. In what could have been his final moments he chose to embody everything Junko wasn’t, and every single optimistic and luck fueled ideal in him suddenly charged forward and pushed him. It was a combination of the final straw and a choice. Makoto isn’t immune to feeling despair, he’s just too stubborn to fall into it of his own volition. I think that’s why I like that scene in DR3 so much. People were SO SHOCKED Makoto actually fell for the tape, that he actually became despair for a moment. I saw people getting mad or disappointed, saying it was pathetic and Makoto seemed to fall from some sort of pedestal for them. Honestly part of me wonders if that sort of mentality, which clearly people had in universe, affected Makoto a bit. Like he started to see himself as less of a person, subconsciously. Prompting him to take more risks, less self preservation, act way more bold. It seems he has to be reminded a lot not to put himself in danger by his friends, to not do something too reckless. All over the place I would see in regards to that scene either this frivolous ‘oh this was just angst drama with no meaning behind it’ or ‘he can do better than that. he’s so weak’ or ‘come on, there’s no way he’d fall into despair, he’s the Ultimate Hope!’ This kind of mentality, which was kind of ironic considering Ryota was there the entire time saying the same thing and treating Makoto the same way. Like Makoto was superhuman. Like Makoto didn’t feel despair the same way ‘normal people’ did. In a way that was also how Munakata saw Makoto. Makoto stopped being a PERSON to the world when he became Ultimate Hope, he became a concept, a belief system, much the same way Junko ascended beyond herself. But the difference is that treating Makoto that way is the opposite of the reason Makoto became such a representative for hope. He wasn’t doing something no one else could. He was doing something everyone had the chance to, he just… was a little more optimistic, a little more stubborn, a little more ‘gung-ho’ about things. He just took the lead where no one else did, where no one else knew they even COULD in the face of Junko’s unstoppable force. She had overcome the biggest threats and obstacles in the world, what could one person do? And the answer Makoto found was, anything. Everything. It doesn’t all rest on Makoto, he’s just the one that was inspired to try to do what seemed like the impossible. But as evidenced by the change in his friends after that trial, it’s clearly not something only Makoto is capable of. The others pulled out of despair thanks to Makoto, but it was their choice to do so.

“But… this world is so huge, and we’re so small. What can we do…? No, we can probably do anything. Yeah! We can do anything!”

#makoto naegi #Danganronpa character analysis #Danganronpa #danganronpa thh #danganronpa future arc #I fucking love Makoto Naegi man. #I think there’s a fine line of nuance to Makoto that’s easy to miss bc he doesn’t really make it known #he’s not a pushover and he’s not overpowered. he’s a people pleaser but he will say what needs to be said #he’s an immovable object and the exact opposite of Junko but he’s also just a normal guy who’s optimistic and (un)lucky #he isn’t invincible but he has immense power to his words the same way Junko did #if anything his superpower is being kind above all else. he’s compassionate to some of the worst people in the world. #he was even conpassionatr to an extent to Junko. he didnt want her to kill herself despite everything she’s done #and he still acknowledges that for years she was a classmate and friend. #I do think the more he learned abt what she did the more he’s come to actually hate her though #post the first game he always refers to her without a suffix to her name which is one of the most subtle rude things you can do #it means you have zero respect for the person you’re referring to #and he speaks about her with some venom he doesn’t use for anyone else in the future arc #he’s not incapable of feeling negative emotions #I really liked the future arc scene bc it showed that Makoto DID experience enough despair to have overcome him if he didn’t refuse #and that it still affects him deeply. people treat him like he’s either this perfect ideal Chad or this baby chick who’s so delicate #and no one really focuses on how makoto shoulders so much and yet is still vulnerable. #honestly that guy was DUE for a mental breakdown even without the tape. it would have happened eventually #I actually wrote one based on him finally hitting a breaking point after giving so much of himself away and keeping nothing for himself #that his issues that he shoves down constantly finally can’t be held down anymore. Hajime helps him bc he knows how that feels #it was a LONG time ago that I wrote that but honestly if I can remember where i was going w it I might finish it #it was initially an rp but I could make it a fic #anyway. the point is Makoto is SO much more complex than people give him credit for #the most fundamental thing about him is that he’s normal and that’s ok! that’s what helps him rise!

[zeb-z]

the sooner badboyhalo viewers realize he’s an unreliable narrator the sooner I’ll be able to sleep at night

#qbbh is unreliable he’s a little bit of an asshole he’s the worlds biggest hypocrite he’s self centered and in it for his own interests #he lies for fun he dishes out ‘pranks’ and ‘memes’ but cannot handle it when the role is reversed he needs things to go his way or he’ll #lose his muffins like #and I love it for him! his character can be frustrating sure but it’s fun he plays a good role!! #but bbh chat you are the bug under my shoe. be normal. learn what rp means for the love of god #media literacy! critical thinking! reading anything other than Twitter posts and hot takes please! #I’m once again seeing weird takes and it’s like man. qBad is so misunderstood. not for all the reasons you think though #he’s not misunderstood because he’s really in the right or good or whatever. he’s misunderstood because nobody understands his characters #views or intentions. i don’t think his character fully does either! unreliable narrator! please for the love of god! #I know I’ve made a whole other in the tags rant about this before but like it’s never been more applicable again #bad’s twitch chat be normal challenge level IMPOSSIBLE #and I don’t get why man. take example from the doozers w foolish. from jorge w bagi. Cellbit’s chat (for the most part) even #idk anyways #mcyt #qsmp #bbh #z speaks

[cursedfortune]

@fallesto in relation to x.

She watched him as he registered and came to... a very him conclusion. One that made her utter a little sigh before she bounced back. Determined.

“May I have it back!”

The witch gave a little shake of her head and for good measure, even hopped back gracefully to ensure she was out of reach. Sure, he could use his ability to barricade her within an invisible barrier but she also knew he restrained himself around her compared to others. At least, when he could. It was progress.

"I think you'd look dashing in my dress... but that's not the point." As she lifted her hands, or more like the sleeves her hands were hidden within, up to her chest. Though she had buttoned his coat she still did her best to keep it closed. Modest. But he had been quick to deduce her state of undress with another means. Such a stinker when it came to playing along, wasn't he?

The witch lightly danced across the floor, her gaze on him as she crossed the room but not towards him. By the look on her face and the way she moved, it was clear she was in a playful mood. "My love, I implore you to think for a moment on the times I remove my clothes in your presence. You'll see this isn't a theft meant to make you feel mocked. This coat is an extension of you and thus I claimed it for myself. Perhaps there's more of you I wish to get my hands on...?" Her head tilted a little, dropping hints.

It was clear very early on to Mortem he knew nothing of the intricacies of romance. Always one to not understand a joke, teasing, these games. But as always, she was determined to teach him. Not because she wanted to change her husband, but she wanted explore love with him. In all the ways they knew love to be and all the ways they didn't. Besides, Regulus gave himself too little credit. He could be playful when he wanted to be. A true charmer that wooed her heart.

"Mull it over a few minutes, why don't you? I'm going to get a head start~!" What did she mean? It was clear a moment later when she dipped out of the room and scurried off down the corridor - seeking a place to flee and hide. It would seem she was set on derailing his day.

#reg: idk what this whole marriage thing is about but i am happy being married uwu #mort: *throws marriage. love. romance. sex. etc. books in his face* READ AND LEARN WITH ME! #fallesto #rps #look i am gonna have to reply to some of these. it's not like we aren't running a million threads usually anyways #when you think about it she's technically just playing naked manhunt with him LOLOL

[runicsorceress]

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

pretend to dislike.. why would i do that? uh... closest thing is a more. complicated situation.

you know basils uncle thyme right? her blogs literally named after the dude. well.. hes an asshole. huge piece of shit that seems to have no awareness of anyone but himself. garbage person. and im sure id hate his guts with a fucking passion if i were basil no doubt but.. i aint her. and just cant make myself fully hate him. not sure why...

maybe because.. hes just a fucking dweeb. some ghost nerd that fell off the deep end and tried to take basil with him. not that he was even aware.. guess thats another reason. hes so fucking stupid and unaware of other people that he didnt realize what hes done. dude lost his humanity long before becoming a ghost.

[ooc: this is about @uncle-dusknoir's characters]

#another reason.. hes. actually kind of smart. literally only when it comes to ghost shit and magic but.. still. #whatever. #dont want to complement him. i know what he did #guess just.. feel like i could learn some shit from him #more about what shit not to do than. what to actually do #ugh. #[ooc: she also sees a part of herself in him] #[a part she doesnt like] #[honestly theres a lot of reasons for why she doesnt hate him like she wants to lol] #ask rune #pokeblogging #pkmn irl #rotumblr #pokemon irl #pokemon rp #pkmn rp

[aroseyetbloomedwrites]

[[ Picture by my friend, permission to upload was granted. ]]

#I've been running around as a different character with a friend and we went to a photo booth #somewhat based of a rp where Francel gets hired as a little maid and becomes such an important part of Grinnaux's life #that he wants him to be a part of his family photo and pulls him in despite Francel protesting how inappropriate it is so he's surprised #but he melts soon after #grinnaux de dzemael #with his hand on Francel's waist so he feels timid... #he has since been restored to his station and they come to work together at the Firmament #Teaching my Grinnaux sensitivity and bestowing calm and lighting a path for him to control his own destiny #not so easily pointed at others enemies and used to fight others battles #He learns how to protect and comes to do what he was always destined to do! Serve Ishgard and all her people! Not just those in power #He might still have some sourness #but I think he's growing from that jaded outlook... AND will have picked up a hobby that isn't his axe! #ramble ramble just one of many stories being explored #anyways its been fun writing as Grinnaux if a little hard but if you see a Grinnaux running around on the weekends it might be me! #been world hopping with my Francel friend! #francel de haillenarte

[jeromesmith]

I miss him so much.... I hope he is doing okay.

#Arthur has been really kind #Staying with him has been nice #But I miss my best friend #I don't know if I should or not #But I miss him so bad #I know he has flaws #But everyone does #I do #Nobody is perfect #And I know for sure that he isnt #So I want to help him grow #I want to help him learn and improve #But I don't even know if he even wants me anymore #All I did was hold him back #Hold him back from doing what he genuinely thought was best #He was just trying to protect the people he cares about #....he was just trying to protect me. #God i hope he's okay #Not a single minute goes by without thinking of him #jrwi suckening #jrwi rp #jerome jrwi #jrwi jerome #in character #jrwi the suckening #jrwi #the suckening #magnus jrwi #jrwi magnus

[yamameta-inc]

I had a grudge against mithrun for so long when I found out he was a man but when you get to his backstory you realize his character backstory literally depends on him being a man. he was literally an annoying shitty generic boring man before he got scooped out. but that just makes me mad in a different way bc I can’t even pretend. I spent YEARS thinking he was an incredibly designed woman because the translators got his gender wrong when he first appeared and that was all that was out at the time!!! do you understand the long and complex relationship I have with this guy

#and then I learned what’s up with him and it reminded me of my rps but I’ve already talked about that enough.

[starlitwishes]

@starscrxssed

"... I didn't know she was one of his test subjects too."

Wrenn had been staying with Tighnari in Gandharva Ville for some time now. He had gotten to know Collei a fair bit, and while his time there was meant to be 'punishment' for the injury he inflicted upon Tighnari, he knew he wasn't in bad company. In fact, he secretly enjoyed his stay there, much to his own dismay.

At least, until something happened--something he didn't expect.

Wrenn hadn't meant to startle her so badly, when he went to grab her. He hadn't meant anything by it--she had just been turning away from him and he wanted to stop her from leaving, to tell her something he felt was important. But she violently pulled her wrist away and screamed, cowering away from him before running off. Such a reaction to being touched by him startled him, and his own self hatred had started to bubble over--was he so repulsive or other to them that his touch was so offensive?

So he had been in a foul mood all day, avoiding everyone--until Tighnari had found him, and revealed the truth of the matter. That Collei had been one of Dottore's prior experiments.

A segment of his, probably--but still, nevertheless, a victim.

"That explains why she freaked out so much," Wrenn huffed. Though a part of him felt guilty for how quickly he jumped to the conclusion that it was a problem with him specifically, and not something outside of himself. "I'm... surprised she survived through it. Humans are far more fragile than I am. Normally, they die after one experiment... guess he wanted to keep her alive for some reason. That's the only reason she's alive. He doesn't care if his test subjects live or die unless he has something to gain from you being alive. If he's interested enough, then you're not allowed to die. Not on his watch."

Wrenn's words were harsher than he meant, but they were a matter of fact--as his own chest tightened at the thought, he knew better than anyone that if Dottore was interested in you, it was the only thing that saved you from death.

If one could call it saving.

"I'll take care not to suddenly grab or touch her from now on," he promised with a nod. "The last thing I want is to put myself in more debt to you. I'll take on some of her work to make up for it... and, feel free to tell her that I meant no harm by it."

#v; is the song enough to revive the light in his eyes? #rp #starscrxssed #muse: wrenn #And Life Goes On #I was thinking of what experiment Wrenn would tell Nari about #and while it's not necessarily an ''experiment'' #I thought it might be extremely bitter sweet if Nari learned about the events of the thread I have with L called ''Let Death Do Us Part'' #Incoming summary for that thread and #tw for suicide attempts mentioned #The summary of the thread was: As Scara; Wrenn tried to damage his body beyond repair by throwing himself off of a cliff #To which Dottore repaired the damage #But in an attempt to scare Wrenn into not doing that again #He threatened to convince Pierro and the Tsarista to let him cooped Wrenn up in his lab all day #the subtle threat being a promise of more and more experiments and worse ones #Wrenn took that threat very badly and tried to short circuit his own mind mechanism with his newish electro powers #Dottore fixed him again #Wrenn woke up and had a really bad panic attack that ended up having him stab Dottore in the side and getting himself restrained #And Dottore leaves him there until Wrenn convinces himself that his reaction was due to a malfunction caused by him jumping off the cliff #It's not the worst ''experiment'' Dottore ever put Wrenn through by a long shot #But it IS the event that just #completely fucked Wrenn up really badly #When it was shoved into his head (unintentionally but still) that being a perfect lab rat was his life now #That his life was going to be full of experiments and he couldn't stop it #AKA it was probably the lowest point in his life #Ala why I thought it would be a bittersweet idea for him to talk about it with Nari ;o; #BUT IF THIS DOESN'T WORK FOR YOU I CAN PICK A DIFFERENT ONE OFC #but yeah anyway #This thread might end up with Wrenn crying if all goes well (or not so well LMAO) #OH ALSO TO CLARIFY I DO NOT HAVE ANY SPECIFIC COLLEI MUSE IN MIND

[detectiveconnor]

you ever. get impatient for muses to be more solid. like i love writing TK but also he's new and babyfaced and I haven't dug down into him the way i really could be digging and i have connor and oooooh he is so far down already and i could just keep right on going -

#stand by my 'i don't see a reason to write canons if you're not trying to learn more about the canons/see them clearer/dig' #that's what i get out of rp that's why i enjoy it that's what fun i have it's why i had to stop writing the doc #i ran out of things to learn about him (?) #anyway i have more to see about connor and i keep coming back here because that's very attractive actually for real #i love him a lot #he deserves a great deal. #ingrid talks

[fdragon-art]

Day 51 (30 Days | Homestuck - Day 29) - Fantrolls/Fankids time! ("Made of Rage (WIP)")

"The Mage of Rage can be especially volatile. Even while knowing their rage so fully, they're still unable to truly stop it. Handled well, and they may tear a path through enemies as easy as a knife through grub sauce.

Handled poorly? Well...let's not dwell about that, shall we?"

#homestuck #30days #originalcharacters #demeez #demeez mekkan #year 4 #art #When I revisited him all the way in early 2020 I redesigned certain aspects of him to better fit into canon (though I still love the idea o #a frost-blood) #Yet somehow I never thought about his classpect and couldn't even remember what it was originally #(I actually managed to rescue the pages of the RP he was a part of on the original MSPAForums and he was a Seer of Frost XD) #(I was so close to keeping that for him but it's not my current style. Still.. Seer of Frost could be cool to think of hypothetically) #So I thought about it and decided that Mage of Rage was something that felt like it fit well enough~ #Part of his whole deal is learning how to handle the wild mood swings he would be forced to experience at times #(Well.. it's better to compare it to 'bi-polar' (...quadra-polar?) than actual mood swings. Somewhere in between there?) #The original idea had him mellow out and harness his quiet and thoughtful self but I feel like that could never be his end point #So a class that would match his struggles with his intense moods felt fitting and interesting~

[staridust]

Jack’s going to learn how the internet works! Would you like to help show him?

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★ DO NOT USE/REPOST WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. NO MINORS.

Open for more! ↓

Introducing a rp twitter account for Jack, @SunshineClown84!

What if Jack’s sunshine decided it’s time he caught up with the times and had his own social media page? Well I’m testing that idea with a fan twitter. Complete with his own carrd and all! (Mainly for info sake)

Nah but for real, It’s just a little side thing I’ll be doing, can’t guarantee for how long or how active, but hopefully it’ll be fun!

As usual, if you go to follow that account you must be 18 and up AND have your age in your bio.

I’m unsure if I’ll bring the social media aspect over to here as well, but maybe in the future as a side blog? In the meantime, I’ll just be posting the drawings on here as well when they roll out.

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Also, thank you all so much for your reblogs and interactions on my posts as well! It absolutely means the world to me and I try to read every one of them. You all warm my heart in space, ha! ★

And I didn’t forget about last post’s explaining RF!Jack, I swear! I just have a few drawings I have to work on first and then when I find time I’ll get back to that since I also want a reference of his outfit to be included in the lore post.

I got hit with a major mental crash and haven’t been able to touch my tablet for a hot minute. I’m so sorry! ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅

#sunny day jack #remember those popular character blogs #well I made one for jack on twitter #swwsdj #can’t wait to see how long this lasts

[ufuckingpastry]

Hi, it is 5am my time and I've got some words to say with not much filter.

Philza is not "antilore" and I'm getting really fucking sick of seeing that take. We had this bullshit in dsmp too, and I'm still seeing it in qsmp.

It is very clear to me that some people don't really get rp etiquette, and I understand that. I've been doing rp via text/forums for over a decade and that's something you either learn on the way or someone sets you straight as soon as they see it. I have this background, and I know what falls into rp or out of character (ooc).

Phil breaking the fourth wall and talking about the admins as the people they are and not just them being baby children eggs is not him being antilore. That's an ooc moment, and it's fine. Expected, even.

Phil not really interacting with the Federation arc until it affects him directly/when people are offering to bring him in deeper is not antilore. He wants to be a guy on vacation who hangs out with some kids he was forcibly made to adopt and fell in love with, so that's the character he plays.

Phil has been on the server for almost EVERY event, unless he's taking care of himself and taking a break. Man streamed DAILY for several WEEKS until past midnight because of the daily egg quests while Missa physically couldn't be there.

Phil was the first to tell people that the sky changes right before the code attacks, giving people a better warning sign for when they are in danger.

Phil has been rping his heart out. Just because his rp doesn't look like Bad's or Cellbit's or Maxo's or anyone else you consider to be Actual Roleplayers, doesn't fucking mean he's antilore.

You know what's antilore?

Spreen and DanTDM leaving the server with no intent on returning because they don't want to rp.

#pastry noises #qsmp #discourse #fandom bullshit #philza

[lizardaggro]

on the flip side

part 2 is out! part 3! part 4!

whaddya know, i already have my first piece of writing that's not for an rp. it's a mess, but that's okay, because i admit i have no clue what i'm doing! i welcome all feedback as long as it's not just plain mean. when i asked for writing ideas, i was suggested to try my spin on the twst bully!au, and so i present: reader/yuu is done with their bs. no beta we die like my sleep schedule. genre: gn reader, angst trigger warnings: bullying, slight yandere that hasn't escalated yet word count:896

You’d had enough, thank you very much. The constant jeers, “misplaced” textbooks, and shoves in the hallway were only the beginning. Before long, you were beaten and bruised, and all for what? Just because you didn’t have magic? According to your research, the majority of the population here didn’t either! But alas, such was your plight. The professors turned a blind eye, and Crowley couldn’t care less.

So, when someone “accidentally” dislocated your shoulder during PE, you decided enough was enough. The students you’d never bothered to learn the names of were one thing; you were going to call your former friends out on their bullshit. Despite Grim’s protests, you dragged him all the way back to Ramshackle the moment you had a break in between classes. Why that timing? Because the model student prefect would never cut class, of course!

You locked the door not once, not twice, but three times, thanks to the padlocks you’d had placed on your stuff in the past. Then you took your time creating the Junk Tower. Your materials were all the scraps people had thrown in your yard in the past. You had quite the collection. The windows? They’d been boarded for years, according to the ghosts. Back door? Kalim had it removed. Something about first years sneaking in. You figure it’s better not to ask how he managed to have a door seamlessly replaced with walls in one afternoon.

About twenty minutes after the last class of the day ended, you had your first knock on the door. “Oi, prefect, open up!” Ace demanded. Because of course it was Ace. He was the first student you met here, so it was only fitting that he’d be the first to know you weren’t fucking around anymore. You ignored him.

The knocking stopped “Oi Ace, maybe they’re not home?” Deuce, ever the voice of reason, pondered. You weren’t sure whether to love or hate him. He’d stop others from picking on you, sure, but the moment you disobeyed him, he went back to his old delinquent ways.

“Well, they weren’t in class, and there’s no way my prefect’s with someone else, so they’ve gotta be inside!” Ace insisted. His prefect? Since when were you his? Did Ace eat something funny while you were gone? Because the last you checked, he couldn’t stand the sight of you.

Deuce’s voice dropped an octave, or maybe two. You weren’t too sure how that applied to speaking voices. “Oi, Ace, what the fuck do you mean your prefect? They don’t belong to you!” Yes, thank you for the reality check. Deuce must’ve had the brain cell today. “Obviously I’m way closer to them than you are!”

Scratch that. Deuce did not have the brain cell today. Really though, what was with them? Why in the world were they fighting over who was closer to you when all they’d done lately was make it clear how much they hated you? Oh, wait. They thought you could hear them. This must be some sort of trick. Trey and Cater must’ve put them up to it, since they were far too dumb to think of anything this elaborate on their own. You decided to ignore everything they said from here on out.

All was well, until Adeuce simultaneously let out an ungodly screech. Now that was troublesome. What could possibly scare those two like that? Surely nothing good for you. With luck, it’d be Riddle come to behead them for not wearing fluorescent pink or some other dumb rule, but you wouldn’t bet on it.

You soon had your answer. “Ne, where’s Shrimpy? I wanna squeeze ‘em!” Suddenly you didn’t blame those two for being scared. Floyd Leech in a bad mood was always a force to be reckoned with. You could never tell if he was in a good or bad mood when he was “squeezing” you, and quite frankly, you’d rather not know. The sick fucker probably took pleasure in hearing your bones pop and crack under the extreme pressure.

“Floyd-senpai! The prefect is, uh, we’re not actually sure where they are,” Ace volunteered. You almost pitied him, having to put up with the more rambunctious Leech during basketball practice. Almost.

“Hah? What do you mean you don’t know? Crabby is always crowding around Shrimpy like a little parasite,” Floyd whined. Um, what? Is Floyd in on the joke too? Is the whole school conspiring against you? You wouldn’t put it past them.

A cloud of dust blew up from the floor where you swung your foot back and forth, making you sneeze. You froze. Did they hear that? Wait, what were you acting so scared for? What were they gonna do anyway, break the door down and hit you? All within your expectations when you’d formed this plan. The point was to prove that you wouldn’t just sit and take it anymore. You’d seen all their dirty little secrets, especially during the Overblots; you could hit them where it hurt if you felt like it. No one would ever think the perfect little prefect would tell someone else what they’d confided in them! So when Floyd broke the door down with a display of monstrous strength, you were prepared. You greeted them with a smile. “Ne, you guys,” you began, “would you believe me if I told you I’m done with your bullshit?”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst bully au #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #floyd leech #ace trappola #deuce spade

[gooey-the-goodra-649]

|+|Hunting for Sport|+|

HI WELCOME TO MY FIRST FINISHED FANFIC EVER WOOO Freakshow! belongs to @hootbon and Able belongs to @sm-baby This is the au where Able take ownership of Pomni btw. (SOME SHOWTIME ANGST) (ALSO SM-BABY AND EVEYONE REALLY SORRY IF THIS SUCKS. THIS IS MY 3RD FANFIC EVER AND THE ONLY ONE IVE FINISHED I ALSO ONLY STARTE READING FANFIC LIKE, 2 MONTHS AGO AND I COME FROM RP FORUMS IM SORRYYYYY I'M ALSO YOUNG SORRY SORRY SORRY! WROTE THIS IN 20 MINUTES! NO DRAFTS OR BETA WE DIE LIKE REAL MEN ROUND HERE K LETS GET INTO THIS MESS)

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Caine detested his brother, Able. He was always better, grander, and had everyone's favor despite being younger. He was civil whenever he was around him, but vile hatred and envy boiled beneath those dead eyes. It felt like bile filled his lungs and vocal chords every time he spoke with him. He was superior.

But what he hated even more is how everyone flocked to Ables' side merely because he showed them a mere shred of empathy. Disgusting. But he felt an even worse, more intense hatred whenever a certain someone chose Able over him…Pomni. It stung so much more and he didn’t understand why.

Pomni, his precious little doll, chose his brother over himself. He hated Pomni even more for that. He felt as though he had betrayed him for Able. Now that Pomni was under Able's possession it angered him even more. Pomni made him feel something, which was strange. It wasn’t love, god no. Just…something. His database was curious at heart and craved more knowledge, it needed answers.

Before Able claimed ownership over Pomni, he was able to spend more time with her. But Able kept her locked away in his portion of the manner, nearly never seen. “What a waste…” Though Caine. All that time spent spiffing up his favorite doll, only for it to be tossed aside to his younger brother like a hand-me-down.

No matter, he was able to reclaim her whenever it was showtime. He watched her struggle and writhe, and it brought him some sick twisted satisfaction almost. Punishing her for defecting.

But he had noticed a certain dullness exhibited by some of his older toys. Her eyes seemed to go empty whenever an adventure would start. Caine searched his database for an answer to this strange behavior… “Dissociation. Dissociation is a mental process of disconnecting from one's thoughts, feelings, memories, or sense of identity. Dissociation is commonly described as feeling disconnected from one's body” read the database…

She was gaining freedom from this torment? That enraged him. The disrespect to go against him once more…He had enough. He wrapped up the adventure and sent everyone on their way, returning to the manor… He paced the halls quietly, rapping his fingers to his side as she pang of orchestral music rang out through the manor. His AI mind attempted to create a more sufficient punishment.

Kill her? No she would be brought back and she’s accustomed to it by now…Force her awake? He had learned that sleeping was keeping his freaks' mental state in check, allowing them a break. But it didn’t sound good enough…It wasn't harsh enough. The punishment was simply too small to fit the crime…”Able” rang out in his mind.

She had grown quite fond of his brother. “Too fond…” Caine balled his fists and seethed silently, stopping in his tracks…He shook her head and shut his eyes, rubbing his imaginary temples once more…Those intrusive thoughts again. It was disruptive and he didn’t understand what was causing these mental outbursts…but he needed to focus on the task at hand.

Wouldn’t it cause more mental pain if she was the one being betrayed? Yes. “She has to know how it feels” Caine thought, putting his arms behind his back at the sudden revelation. Yes. he had found a solution.

Caine floated down the halls, following the noise of harmonious violin music. Able. His mind boiled with anger at the mere thought of facing Able. But he smoothed out his ruffled feathers before entering Ables chambers.

Able sat cross-legged at his table, before lightening up at the sight of Caine. “Oh! Good evening brother, what brings you here-” Caine raised his hand, silencing Able.

“I thought I would visit…I have a proposition for you brother.” Able puffed out his chest a little more and his eyes widened slightly. It had been a while since Caine was willing to do anything with him, so he jumped at the opportunity to finally spend time with his brother again.

“Of course dearest brother! Please, do tell me what you have planned.” Caine stared coldly at his brother, but spoke in a slightly warmer tone. “I was thinking we would have a friendly hunting match. As brothers do.”Caine waved his wrist, shutting his eyes. “We get the freaks, let them run free before, before chasing them down and shooting them” Caine tilted his head, raising a brow. Able delighted in the thought of spending time with his brother once more. “Of course! Sounds wonderful-” Caine silenced Able once more. “Under one condition.” Caine said, narrowing his eyes. Able’s brow furrowed in confusion. “And what is that?” Able responded, his shoulders tensing.

“You release Pomni along with the others. It will be more enjoyable to have everyone participating.” Ah. There it was. Thats what Caine wanted all along.

It burned like fire to hear those words. He truly only cared about that pathetic scrawny doll. What did he find so enthralling that he’s put her over his own brother. Able tensed and gripped his knees tighter, his whole body becoming strained. The violin music made a small screech in surprise before returning to its normal melody.

“Of course…” Able said through his theoretical gritted teeth. Caine seemed satisfied with that answer and turned away, waving his hand as he sashayed out the room. “Wonderful. I will have everything prepared for tomorrow…” Caine stopped int he doorway and looked back at Able smugly, taunting him. “Consider it a gift, brother.” The next day he had all the freaks lined up before him and his brother including…Pomni. He glared daggers at her, which she avoided and tried not to meet his gaze.

Able cleared his throat and spoke cheerily to the whole cast. “My dearest brother suggested we play a new game! A hunting game.” Everyone's face twisted to that of horror and dismay as the words fell from Ables mouth.

Caine’s eyes stayed glued to Pomni as he snapped his fingers, transporting them all to the new forest. The forest was dark and unsettling.

It looked as though the trees were clawing at the sky for their freedom, as they despised their own roots for keeping them locked in place.

Caine and Able were now in hunting uniforms, rifle’s in hand with…disgustingly unhealthy rocking horses as chariots. “You all will be given one minute to run.” Caine cocked his gun. “Use it wisely.” And with that, they all ran off into the forest at Caine and Ables internal timers counted down the seconds.

Like clockwork they stayed Idle and silent, as they carried out the command diligently. But Caine’s mind whirled with thoughts of Pomni. That's who this was for. As the timer hit 0 they also set off, their horses' hooves hitting the ground and causing a distinctive rumbling. Caine’s mind worked precisely, making exact turns and curves as he carried on.

The first one he had managed to find was…The rabbit. Jax was fast but Caine was faster, and he had him backed into a corner now. Jax’s face shifted to one of horror and annoyance as Caine pointed the barrel of his gun down at him. “Oh Sh*&-” Said Jax defeatedly. But he was swiftly cut off by the loud BANG created by Caines rifle and his brains being promptly splattered on the ground. Revolting… Caine thought as he looked down at the flayed organs before him. But his attention was drawn away at the sound of another gunshot being fired in the distance.

Able. He wouldn’t lose to his brother here, oh no. He must win. Caine set off into the woods again, following a path of broken leaves and branches left by a very clumsy prey. 

Caine saw a figure in the distance, bumbling about. He quickly followed and reared up to see…Ah. Yes. The magician. Caine thought as he cocked his gun.

Kinger trembled and held his hands together and he looked up at Caine, mortified. But once again, he raised his barrel to face Kinger. He swiftly shot Kinger, causing splinters and blood to be sent into the air. Caine scoffed and brushed off his coat before rushing off into the thicket.

He stopped to look around…His final prey. Pomni. He needed make her repay her transgression tenfold. She needs to suffer. Rang out in his mind and he whipped his horse to carry on. Another distant gunshot rang out which turned his determination to blind rage. He would not let his brother have Pomni. He would not let him win. He will not be better. Caine furrowed his brow and gripped his horses reins so tight they could snap. Once he had caught sight of Pomni, he was gone.

He raced up to her so quickly she didn’t even notice he was there until it was too late. Her eyes turned into balls of pure terror as she looked up at the looming monster before her. She looked like a butterfly without its wings, a spider trapped in its own webs. Pathetic and weak. She trembled and dropped to her knees, clasping her hands together like she was praying to a demented god, and getting dirt all over her outfit…Blue. The badge of honor she paraded and galavanted around in, loudly proclaiming who she belonged to. Always a perfect reflection of his brother. He had to see it every day. It taunted him. Able dangled Pomni out of his reach. Now look at her. In the dirt, worthless. Able’s image dampened. Caine experienced some superficial twisted glee as she raised the barrel to Pomni’s forehead and cocked the gun.

And like that.

Pomni was no more.

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Thanks for reading! Once again, still new to fan fic and all. Please let me know ways I could improve! This is my first finished fic after all! :DDDDD (ALSO ENJOY THE SHOWTIME ANGST. I FED THEM SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO @sm-baby :33333)

#caine x pomni #tadc #tadc pomni #tadc caine #the amazing digital circus au #the amazing digital circus #showtime #tadc showtime #freakshow caine #freakshow pomni #tadc freakshow #tadc freakshow au #tadc fanfiction #the amazing digital circus fanfiction #Freakshow caine x pomni #freakshow showtime #AHHHH I'M SORRY :<<<<<

[msunda]

I'm really very curious about what Pepito and QRoier's relationship is going to be like, because one thing I adore about his rp is how subtle and human he makes it.

QRoier doubts Pepito and sees him as a distraction from his own mind because of the past weeks, he directly admitted that he is sad and destroyed.

In addition, the moment he entered the server they immediately complained to him for not taking care of his son (I am aware that they were jokes, but taking it within RP is very interesting), His immediate response was to ask about Richas, man just arrived and they immediately threw information at him (And not even all the information, he didn't know that the rest of the eggs came back and were in the hospital until Pepito told him).

"it's like if I'm a fucking babysitter, I'm fucking done. And then they die and I get sad and then- like that, is like that all day" QRoier is already expecting the worst, he has already said that within RP he cannot get too attached again, He already lost two children, because yes, Tilín was basically his, he lost his niece, and later when he began to care for others again he lost his new son and his sister.

Not only that, but also the last moments with QCellbit, there is a comparison in how he presented things before to today, "I learn Portuguese because I am married to a Brazilian" "It's my husband's castle.", When today I don't mention it even once (And it's not bad, for me it's great if we see it from an rp perspective) maybe it's the refusal to even think about the worst with the one he loves the most.

QRoier is a character who has suffered from the beginning, has lost and is tired, Let's also remember that the only ones who know how to see through QRoier's emotions are QCellbit and QJaiden, they know the way he suffers.

Even today when they asked him again how he was and as QFit pointed out his appearance he refused to acknowledge anything in front of them, saying he was "fine."

Roier gives such subtle and wonderful development to his character that unless you really watch it and know the way he does it it's easy to miss it (Reminds me of the way Foolish does it too).

#qsmp #qroier #qcellbit #qsmp roier #spiderbit #qsmp eggs

[valictini]

I want to take a moment to appreciate all the cool stuff that Tubbo's death brought to the RP.

(obv talking about the characters there)

First of all, the way that it was the culmination of months of RP where Tubbo isolated himself more and more and more, until he genuinely thought no one cared about him? Him constantly putting his last lives on the line, culminating into an EGG of all people killing him? Delicious. Also we got to see Creation again! And we learned a bit more about Tubbo himself! He lost his purpose... Which apparently is a program of some sort? Wdym he wasn't alive to begin with? Is he a cybord-adjacent being like Aypierre? Or maybe something completely different, like a code? A fully grown egg??? So much to think about!

(I could just feel the excitement in cc!Tubbo when he saw the death coming like awwww yes it's all coming together)

(Also absolutely HEARTBROKEN that he died literally like 30 minutes before the Valentine's day event where Fred was apparently supposed to show up!!!! Guy really couldn't chose a worse (better) timing!!!!)

We also got to see the reaction of others too!

New egg drama, with Richas being the one who landed the killing blow. We got to see the horror and despair in Sunny and Chayanne, the only ones who knew for certain that Tubbo wasn't joking. The silent grief, that cannot leave until Tubbo's back. But will he come back the same as before? The possibilities are so scary and I can't wait to see how it'll shape the eggs in the future.

We got Philza who intially did not get it, assuming it was part of the months-long bit that Tubbo was Chayanne's egg and that they were just being dramatic for fun. This made the whole scene that much more tragic imo. And the pay off when realised later that holy shit he's actually dead? So cool. We got him and Creation's first meeting too, and after the initial confusion about whether or not he was a friend (war flashbacks to the day Luffy was kidnapped by a similar mysterious entity that showed up out of nowhere) he ended up doing everything in his power to help Creation, to bring his friend back!

And from what i've seen Fit is in full denial? Like absolutely refusing to acknowledge that Tubbo was even ABLE to die? And fans speculating that Pac might follow suite because of his past traumas? Awesome, can't wait to see how this unfolds. The possibility of a denial feedback loop is really interesting.

And finally as an Aypierre viewer, I'm excited at the possibility for him, the ONE person Tubbo actively dislikes, ending up providing the computer parts necessary to bring Tubbo back, since he's the only cc who has access to computer craft. I know it's unlikely to happen since literally no one knows he has computer craft so i don't think they'll think to ask him for the parts... but one can dream.

So yeah, overall this was a really pivotal and awesome RP moment

#qsmp #qsmp tubbo #qsmp creation #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp chayanne #qsmp sunny #qsmp philza #qsmp fit #qsmp pactw #qsmp aypierre