NOOO I ABSOLUTELY GET IT!!! the yandere stuff made sense to me before bc of how verity acted in different instances, but I rlly preferred the 'obsessed bc lonely' stuff more, which I'm rlly glad turned out to be canon!!
Goddd verity's actually such a sweetie dude 😭😭 I felt so many emotions listening to his backstory 💔
IKR??????
I WAS LIKE “I cannot believe I am feeling this emotional to an ai emoji thing” WHILE I WAS WATCHING.
I EVEN TRIED COPING BY SAYING SOME STUPID BS LIKE “No verity don’t blame yourself” AND SHIT LIKE THAT
And it is a bit shocking to me ngl, since I really hate the “possessive” and “Yandere” tropes with a burning passion.
I ABSOLUTELY LOVED HIS BACKSTORY, LIKE, IT DID MAKE SENSE ON WHY HE WAS BEING OBSESSED AND POSSESSIVE TOWARDS MOB OUT OF NOWHERE, HE WAS THE ONLY PERSON WHO TREATED HIM LIKE HE MATTERED. im also glad it didn’t feel like a weird trait that he has for absolutely no reason if you get what i mean.
TS GOT ME FUCKED UP IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE BRO 😭😭😭😭
I SAW MOB HOLDINGTHAT FUCKASS GUN AND I WAS LIKE “that mf is gonna kill himself i just know it” AND GUESS WHAT HAPPENED AT THE END
AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON VERITY, THAT GRINNING FUCK KEPT JUMPSCARING ME EVERY TIME, EVEN WHEN I HAD A FEELING IT WAS GONNA HAPPEN AT THE EXACT MOMENT.
WORD COUNT: 2K
TW: none , i dont think
REQUEST: author’s choice
AUTHOR’S NOTE: so uh . i decided to word vomit after seeing this post . yeah . this isn’t proof read + im eepy rn so like — don’t come at me if this is buns -3-“ also new format wow !!
CREDS: @diviniyae for the dividers & @yumecherie for the idea , thanks yall !
Derek shouldn’t be alive—couldn’t be, actually.
So why was he in the middle of a field now?
The sky was blue, bluer than anything he had seen compared to the limited view he’d get from his window, and the clouds that passed were as soft as pillows. They looked so easy to reach.
He sat up, blinking back the sunlight—clink!
He froze at the sound, whirling around—clink!
He realized then that the sound was coming from him, and when he looked down at himself?
Golden armor, akin to a Spartian’s, and a red cloak hanging off his chest.
My Minecraft skin?
That’s when it hit him, like a semi truck containing cement he remembered it all like he was reliving it—The King in Yellow, the endless halls and worlds, Avery, their parting, and his own death.
Derek clutched at his head, ripping off his helmet and throwing it a good foot away. Everything ached now, just like it had before.
But then it disappeared, faded away as he tried to catch his breath. It never had faded like that, only came in waves, so he stayed on the ground—tense, waiting for the ache to return. The only thing that remained was a quiet ringing in his ears.
He stretched his hands, staring at the leather gloves. They didn’t feel that bad, surprisingly. Then he shoved his hair back—it was tangled, just as he expected, but significantly longer now.
And..red.
He blinked at the strands in his hand, then slid his gaze to the helmet. It didn’t have a plume, his hair was the plume.
He then stiffened at the realization that he hadn’t known this right away, or anything happening. All he had was ringing in his ears.
Derek exhaled—No use in sitting around, he thought, and got up. He grabbed his helmet and pulled it back on, slipping his ponytail through the notch in it rather easily—like second nature.
He couldn’t believe it, he was in Minecraft! A boyish part of him was elated, but the more sensible part knew something was amiss. How could he be in Minecraft? Was it a soul thing? What—
He grit his teeth, the ringing turning into a siren the instant he thought too hard. He shakily exhaled, his breath whistling through his teeth as he cleared his head. Soon, the nausea had passed.
Huh, I didn’t pass out. Or fall. That’s good, he thought instead, and decided to take in his surroundings.
He was in a lush, green forest, and he could see redwood in the distance. The leaves brushed past, and the only sound that came from the simulated world around him was nature and its creatures. He watched a cow graze and a bunny hop by, simply starstruck by the beauty of it all.
Can’t believe Minecraft of all things rendered this well, he thought with a chuckle. Then again, it always looked beautiful.
This was where his story started, anew. When Derek traversed through villages, the people were rather kind and asked of him. It became a habit of his to help them in exchange for shelter, food, and other things like directions and materials.
And when they asked who he was? He simply replied with the name he’d given to himself all those years ago..
Derlorde.
You sat in your darkened room, sniffling still. The last part of A World That Doesn’t Exist had you like this for who knew how long, some of your friends even telling you to “grow up”.
They didn’t get it though, not in the way the people on Tumblr or AO3 did. It was a beautiful masterpiece, a story of perseverance despite the odds.
And D3rlord3–Derek, he had your heart.
It wasn’t so embarrassing by now, you had many fictional crushes, but D3rlord3 had just been wandering in your mind these past days. His intelligence, even before The King in Yellow, was something to die for. And his charisma? If a person in real life like that talked to you like he did, you’d be married by now.
But nobody existed like that in real life. So what did you do? What you did best.
Daydream, then play Minecraft, then go to sleep. You still went to college, sure, but Minecraft felt more important than that now.
You built, and built, and built—things that may be possible in real life, but never as wonderfully. You built everything from cottages to floating castles, fantasy villages to simple mushroom houses.
This new world you built had been in tribute to D3rlord3. You’d built things you would think he’d like—like the aforementioned castle, only with secrets behind paintings and passageways hard to find.
But all you could do was re-explore it yourself, over and over again, and pretend D3rlord3 was by your side. You’d daydream how he’d applaud your redstone usage, and how much time you’d put into this.
But when all was said and done? Nobody was there to ogle it. Only you were, because this was your personal haven—your single player world.
Derlorde had been traveling on foot for some time. Despite being in a game, he still got exhausted from walking, hungrier than expected, and simply needed a place to stay for the night.
He’d figured he could survive the night, figure out where the closest village was with too many thoughts and a long ass headache, but what greeted him had him almost tripping over his feet.
He couldn’t believe it. When he stepped out of the snowy forest, the land was cleared for miles. What stood in place was a castle. A fucking castle!
He just stood there, like a little boy, his body bouncing on its own because how could it contain his joy? It was utterly stunning, majestic even. It seemed heavily based on the Neuschwanstein castle, a place he’d only heard about in his time in Germany all those years ago.
But his excitement had halted, because this wasn’t something that just spawned in. This was created.
Meaning Derlorde was in someone’s world.
And he stiffened as he heard you walk out of the gates.
Your hand stiffened at the sight on your screen.
A speck of gold and red, way out in the distance.
I’m tripping, you thought. I must be delusional.
Still, you moved your character forward. Slowly, like you didn’t want to investigate further because, well, you didn’t.
This was a single player world, you’d know! So who the hell—
d3rlord3: hi?
Your whole body tensed this time, and in complete shock you shoved your chair back. You grappled, trying not to fall out of it, then rolled it forward.
It was him. It was him! It was D3rlord!
“I’m…sleep deprived,” you halfheartedly mumbled, yet your hands slowly moved over your keyboard.
Y/N: derek?
Your heart began to race, your breaths quick. Your mind raced, then you finally caught up to it.
Y/N: sry, cool skin! rlly spot on
You held your head in your hands. What were you thinking? This wasn’t the D3rlord, wasn’t your fictional crush incarnate in a fucking single player world!
“Single player..” you muttered, then seized.
d3rlord3: Yes?
Y/N: WAT HOW R U IN MY WORLD??? WHAT THE FUCK???? GET OUT DUDE
Now your heart was doing palpitations, too quickly, because a fucking hacker was in your world. That had to be it. You’d ban the son of a bitch, get a whole new set up if—
d3rlord3: WAIT.
d3rlord3: Wait. Please. Can I just..try to explain?
Your cursor hovered over the menu, your eyes locked onto the username and the words from this player. The username was exact, not even a capital D instead of the lowercase like you’d seen before. The skin, now that you were hovering close enough, was the same as well—though people could replicate it easily.
Still, the way he typed, it was like an actual person speaking.
You exited, and despite a muddled alarm going off in the back of your head, you replied.
Y/N: fine. tell me before i ban ur ass.
Derlorde panicked. What the hell was he supposed to say? “Sorry, I thought this was a single player world that I woke up in after fucking dying from a king in a not-so-fictional play?”
He groaned, clutching his head again. That ringing, it was worse now that this new player was in closer.
No, not ringing..a voice?
It wasn’t The King’s, he could assure himself that. It was a person’s, a quiet and..alluring one?
He blinked rapidly, trying to decipher the muddled words.
He’s not real.
I’m sleep deprived.
That’s such a cool skin though.
They talk like how D3rlord3 does though, super full sentences and everything. Maybe it is him—?
ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?! ITS A HACKER—
He stood up straight, staring up at this person’s skin. It was them, they were the source of the voice.
The voice talking—thinking?—about him.
Sadly, he’d decided to think about this too hard, and many things arose in his head unnannounced—an ARG, him as the protagonist on a quest, Wifies the creator “finding” his videos and documents, Avery—
Avery. Only being fictional to the world.
Derlorde’s eyes flicked open, teary. Avery wasn’t real? No, no he swore he was. He knew everything about the man, if he thought long enough. He knew what he looked like, what his voice would sound like, he knew.
He knew Avery was real. Derek knew he was real.
He tried to catch his breath, his vision swimming as he cleared his head and tried to tune out your voice.
Finally, he spoke again—
d3rlord3: My name is Derek Hutchins. I’m the guy in the ARG you saw recently.
d3rlord3: Me, Avery, everything you saw in those videos was real. I’m real.
You stared at the words, baffled. Then, you snorted, and burst into laughter. You couldn’t help but let your forehead fall into the keyboard, and when you sat up you only laughed harder as you saw the jumbled mess you’d accidentally sent.
Y/N: wo1874ejdjwosn376;!dk
Y/N: SRY LOLL
Y/N: JS
Y/N: THATS FUNNY. ur not him, who r u?
You rested your chin on your hand, grinning to yourself as you finally managed to stop giggling. Did this person take you as a fool? How naive—
d3rlord3: You watched the videos over again recently. For some reason, I’m all you can think about.
You rapidly blinked, your heart speeding up. Your lack of a response gave him room to type again.
d3rlord3: I wonder why. Am I that, what was it? Charismatic, you said?
You let out a quick huff, your cheeks growing hot. How did he know this all this stuff?! Sure, you posted about D3rlord3 way too often, but damnit you hadn’t said that yet..had you?
Y/N: wow ok. stalking my tumblr?? freakyyyy
You leaned back, pouting at the screen. What a weirdo, stalking your socials like a—a stalker!
d3rlord3: Oh god no, I don’t stalk socials. But if I did, what would I find?
You froze at the question. Besides the fact that he somehow read your mind, reblogs began to flood your brain—detailed drawings of D3rlord3, then ideas of what Derek himself looked like, fanfiction where everything worked out in the end, fanfiction where you—
You let out a squeak, jumping up from your desk and pacing your room. What the hell?! What’s wrong with this guy? Why—
“Damn. That’s…uhm, detailed.”
You whirled back to your computer, staring at it in shock. The disembodied voice said nothing for a long while, but then it spoke—as if he was surprised.
“…Can you hear me?”
“I…..” You barked a laugh. “Oh my god, oh my god I’m fucking crazy!”
You slid back into your chair, sitting on the edge as you began to type.
Y/N: get off my stuff hacker, before i leak ur ip
But right as you sent that, he replied back—both in chat and verbally.
“You’re not crazy, I promise you. I’m real, please. Just let me explain.”
If you could grow redder, you probably did. His voice, it was so clear in your head—smooth, undertones of sweet kindness running through his cadence. It made your heart only quicken.
You sighed, deep and low. “Fine, fine..”
When you went to type your answer? He replied before you did.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
And the way Derek said your name had you reeling with glee. It was so, so right coming from him.
So maybe you’d give into this madness, this obsession for a man who never existed, because there wasn’t anything better to do besides that.
WORD COUNT: 2K
TW: none , i dont think
REQUEST: author’s choice
AUTHOR’S NOTE: so uh . i decided to word vomit after seeing this post . yeah . this isn’t proof read + im eepy rn so like — don’t come at me if this is buns -3-“ also new format wow !!
CREDS: @diviniyae for the dividers & @yumecherie for the idea , thanks yall !
Derek shouldn’t be alive—couldn’t be, actually.
So why was he in the middle of a field now?
The sky was blue, bluer than anything he had seen compared to the limited view he’d get from his window, and the clouds that passed were as soft as pillows. They looked so easy to reach.
He sat up, blinking back the sunlight—clink!
He froze at the sound, whirling around—clink!
He realized then that the sound was coming from him, and when he looked down at himself?
Golden armor, akin to a Spartian’s, and a red cloak hanging off his chest.
My Minecraft skin?
That’s when it hit him, like a semi truck containing cement he remembered it all like he was reliving it—The King in Yellow, the endless halls and worlds, Avery, their parting, and his own death.
Derek clutched at his head, ripping off his helmet and throwing it a good foot away. Everything ached now, just like it had before.
But then it disappeared, faded away as he tried to catch his breath. It never had faded like that, only came in waves, so he stayed on the ground—tense, waiting for the ache to return. The only thing that remained was a quiet ringing in his ears.
He stretched his hands, staring at the leather gloves. They didn’t feel that bad, surprisingly. Then he shoved his hair back—it was tangled, just as he expected, but significantly longer now.
And..red.
He blinked at the strands in his hand, then slid his gaze to the helmet. It didn’t have a plume, his hair was the plume.
He then stiffened at the realization that he hadn’t known this right away, or anything happening. All he had was ringing in his ears.
Derek exhaled—No use in sitting around, he thought, and got up. He grabbed his helmet and pulled it back on, slipping his ponytail through the notch in it rather easily—like second nature.
He couldn’t believe it, he was in Minecraft! A boyish part of him was elated, but the more sensible part knew something was amiss. How could he be in Minecraft? Was it a soul thing? What—
He grit his teeth, the ringing turning into a siren the instant he thought too hard. He shakily exhaled, his breath whistling through his teeth as he cleared his head. Soon, the nausea had passed.
Huh, I didn’t pass out. Or fall. That’s good, he thought instead, and decided to take in his surroundings.
He was in a lush, green forest, and he could see redwood in the distance. The leaves brushed past, and the only sound that came from the simulated world around him was nature and its creatures. He watched a cow graze and a bunny hop by, simply starstruck by the beauty of it all.
Can’t believe Minecraft of all things rendered this well, he thought with a chuckle. Then again, it always looked beautiful.
This was where his story started, anew. When Derek traversed through villages, the people were rather kind and asked of him. It became a habit of his to help them in exchange for shelter, food, and other things like directions and materials.
And when they asked who he was? He simply replied with the name he’d given to himself all those years ago..
Derlorde.
You sat in your darkened room, sniffling still. The last part of A World That Doesn’t Exist had you like this for who knew how long, some of your friends even telling you to “grow up”.
They didn’t get it though, not in the way the people on Tumblr or AO3 did. It was a beautiful masterpiece, a story of perseverance despite the odds.
And D3rlord3–Derek, he had your heart.
It wasn’t so embarrassing by now, you had many fictional crushes, but D3rlord3 had just been wandering in your mind these past days. His intelligence, even before The King in Yellow, was something to die for. And his charisma? If a person in real life like that talked to you like he did, you’d be married by now.
But nobody existed like that in real life. So what did you do? What you did best.
Daydream, then play Minecraft, then go to sleep. You still went to college, sure, but Minecraft felt more important than that now.
You built, and built, and built—things that may be possible in real life, but never as wonderfully. You built everything from cottages to floating castles, fantasy villages to simple mushroom houses.
This new world you built had been in tribute to D3rlord3. You’d built things you would think he’d like—like the aforementioned castle, only with secrets behind paintings and passageways hard to find.
But all you could do was re-explore it yourself, over and over again, and pretend D3rlord3 was by your side. You’d daydream how he’d applaud your redstone usage, and how much time you’d put into this.
But when all was said and done? Nobody was there to ogle it. Only you were, because this was your personal haven—your single player world.
Derlorde had been traveling on foot for some time. Despite being in a game, he still got exhausted from walking, hungrier than expected, and simply needed a place to stay for the night.
He’d figured he could survive the night, figure out where the closest village was with too many thoughts and a long ass headache, but what greeted him had him almost tripping over his feet.
He couldn’t believe it. When he stepped out of the snowy forest, the land was cleared for miles. What stood in place was a castle. A fucking castle!
He just stood there, like a little boy, his body bouncing on its own because how could it contain his joy? It was utterly stunning, majestic even. It seemed heavily based on the Neuschwanstein castle, a place he’d only heard about in his time in Germany all those years ago.
But his excitement had halted, because this wasn’t something that just spawned in. This was created.
Meaning Derlorde was in someone’s world.
And he stiffened as he heard you walk out of the gates.
Your hand stiffened at the sight on your screen.
A speck of gold and red, way out in the distance.
I’m tripping, you thought. I must be delusional.
Still, you moved your character forward. Slowly, like you didn’t want to investigate further because, well, you didn’t.
This was a single player world, you’d know! So who the hell—
d3rlord3: hi?
Your whole body tensed this time, and in complete shock you shoved your chair back. You grappled, trying not to fall out of it, then rolled it forward.
It was him. It was him! It was D3rlord!
“I’m…sleep deprived,” you halfheartedly mumbled, yet your hands slowly moved over your keyboard.
Y/N: derek?
Your heart began to race, your breaths quick. Your mind raced, then you finally caught up to it.
Y/N: sry, cool skin! rlly spot on
You held your head in your hands. What were you thinking? This wasn’t the D3rlord, wasn’t your fictional crush incarnate in a fucking single player world!
“Single player..” you muttered, then seized.
d3rlord3: Yes?
Y/N: WAT HOW R U IN MY WORLD??? WHAT THE FUCK???? GET OUT DUDE
Now your heart was doing palpitations, too quickly, because a fucking hacker was in your world. That had to be it. You’d ban the son of a bitch, get a whole new set up if—
d3rlord3: WAIT.
d3rlord3: Wait. Please. Can I just..try to explain?
Your cursor hovered over the menu, your eyes locked onto the username and the words from this player. The username was exact, not even a capital D instead of the lowercase like you’d seen before. The skin, now that you were hovering close enough, was the same as well—though people could replicate it easily.
Still, the way he typed, it was like an actual person speaking.
You exited, and despite a muddled alarm going off in the back of your head, you replied.
Y/N: fine. tell me before i ban ur ass.
Derlorde panicked. What the hell was he supposed to say? “Sorry, I thought this was a single player world that I woke up in after fucking dying from a king in a not-so-fictional play?”
He groaned, clutching his head again. That ringing, it was worse now that this new player was in closer.
No, not ringing..a voice?
It wasn’t The King’s, he could assure himself that. It was a person’s, a quiet and..alluring one?
He blinked rapidly, trying to decipher the muddled words.
He’s not real.
I’m sleep deprived.
That’s such a cool skin though.
They talk like how D3rlord3 does though, super full sentences and everything. Maybe it is him—?
ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?! ITS A HACKER—
He stood up straight, staring up at this person’s skin. It was them, they were the source of the voice.
The voice talking—thinking?—about him.
Sadly, he’d decided to think about this too hard, and many things arose in his head unnannounced—an ARG, him as the protagonist on a quest, Wifies the creator “finding” his videos and documents, Avery—
Avery. Only being fictional to the world.
Derlorde’s eyes flicked open, teary. Avery wasn’t real? No, no he swore he was. He knew everything about the man, if he thought long enough. He knew what he looked like, what his voice would sound like, he knew.
He knew Avery was real. Derek knew he was real.
He tried to catch his breath, his vision swimming as he cleared his head and tried to tune out your voice.
Finally, he spoke again—
d3rlord3: My name is Derek Hutchins. I’m the guy in the ARG you saw recently.
d3rlord3: Me, Avery, everything you saw in those videos was real. I’m real.
You stared at the words, baffled. Then, you snorted, and burst into laughter. You couldn’t help but let your forehead fall into the keyboard, and when you sat up you only laughed harder as you saw the jumbled mess you’d accidentally sent.
Y/N: wo1874ejdjwosn376;!dk
Y/N: SRY LOLL
Y/N: JS
Y/N: THATS FUNNY. ur not him, who r u?
You rested your chin on your hand, grinning to yourself as you finally managed to stop giggling. Did this person take you as a fool? How naive—
d3rlord3: You watched the videos over again recently. For some reason, I’m all you can think about.
You rapidly blinked, your heart speeding up. Your lack of a response gave him room to type again.
d3rlord3: I wonder why. Am I that, what was it? Charismatic, you said?
You let out a quick huff, your cheeks growing hot. How did he know this all this stuff?! Sure, you posted about D3rlord3 way too often, but damnit you hadn’t said that yet..had you?
Y/N: wow ok. stalking my tumblr?? freakyyyy
You leaned back, pouting at the screen. What a weirdo, stalking your socials like a—a stalker!
d3rlord3: Oh god no, I don’t stalk socials. But if I did, what would I find?
You froze at the question. Besides the fact that he somehow read your mind, reblogs began to flood your brain—detailed drawings of D3rlord3, then ideas of what Derek himself looked like, fanfiction where everything worked out in the end, fanfiction where you—
You let out a squeak, jumping up from your desk and pacing your room. What the hell?! What’s wrong with this guy? Why—
“Damn. That’s…uhm, detailed.”
You whirled back to your computer, staring at it in shock. The disembodied voice said nothing for a long while, but then it spoke—as if he was surprised.
“…Can you hear me?”
“I…..” You barked a laugh. “Oh my god, oh my god I’m fucking crazy!”
You slid back into your chair, sitting on the edge as you began to type.
Y/N: get off my stuff hacker, before i leak ur ip
But right as you sent that, he replied back—both in chat and verbally.
“You’re not crazy, I promise you. I’m real, please. Just let me explain.”
If you could grow redder, you probably did. His voice, it was so clear in your head—smooth, undertones of sweet kindness running through his cadence. It made your heart only quicken.
You sighed, deep and low. “Fine, fine..”
When you went to type your answer? He replied before you did.
“Thank you, Y/N.”
And the way Derek said your name had you reeling with glee. It was so, so right coming from him.
So maybe you’d give into this madness, this obsession for a man who never existed, because there wasn’t anything better to do besides that.
Please try not to be too weird, I made this blog to be silly and to have a good time!! Not see an anon saying “I like to fuck little children /j” on my inbox
2. Do not spam!
I have a life, I touch grass!! I’m not gonna be on my device 24/7 checking my inbox, so please send your request once. And if you’re unsure that your ask got sent, only then you can send it again.
3. Be specific !!!
Half the time I’ll probably write something completely different than what you had requested, so put the main details in your ask so i can cooked it up to the perfect degree
this list is a WIP, More rules will be added in the future!!
random headcanons about verity and an animal lover! reader spending time together + a short Drabble! :]
Verity x socially anxious! Reader
Headcanons of a socially anxious! Reader and verity, and the side of a Drabble.
Verity, thatmob and twixxel x reader
even when you try giving them all equal attention, they still crave more, and they WILL fight each other to get it no matter what (greedy ahh bitches 💀)
Verity & falsity x reader
you just wanted to relax and take a bath, but verity has his priorities straight (no falsity cus idk how to write him, but his mentioned :] )
To the person who asked if yumeshipping with his avatar was ok, I'm pretty sure he said he isn't comfortable with that either. Also I didn't realize your fic was platonic cause it was labeled x reader 😭 x reader is usually for selfshipping and there was no platonic tag so I just assumed it was romantic 😓 I'd probably label it as platonic or add the w ThatMob or Twixxel instead of x reader to make the distinction
Point is; Go and get yourself a treat and a reward for the work you already put in. You can take a break but as someone who did that and began spiraling- Make it a shorter break and then reward yourself when you did the thing, maybe even have someone close by help with not letting you have your reward until you reached your goal but obviously don't make the goal something huge-
Does that make sense- Idk I got AuDHD and know I falter too quickly with no one to stop me-
THANK YOU LOVER ANON!!!11 I’m so sorry for not answering sooner, I turned off notifications for a little while
I’ll definitely try your advice, hopefully then I’ll finally get more motivation and continue what I started :]]]
I actually think that I might have autism, I’ve been researching for almost three(?) years about it and I found out I have a lot of symptoms describing my experiences, but I’m too scared to tell my parents about it, specially when they're already taking care of my brother who’s autistic, and I feel bad for pressuring them with my own personal situation :(
I am pretty sure mob is comfortable with his character being shipped, being shipped with verity, ect, as long as nothing is nsfw with his character, but i may be wrong
IM SO SORRY FOR NOT REPLYING I WAS ASLEEP.
But i do think I’ve heard that he’s not comfortable with being shipped with real people, (specifically twixxel if I remember correctly) and Yumeshipping (?) with him, but I don’t have any evidence of it to prove my claim (ᵕ•_•)
But I never heard if it’s okay to make ‘x reader’ content for his character or if it’s okay to write for him as long as it’s nothing romantic. (⇀‸↼‶)
Yo just so you know Mob isn't comfortable with people shipping themselves with him
THANK YOU FOR INFORMING ME (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
But I really don’t know when I’ve ever hinted that anything I write for him is romantic??, Is there something wrong with my writing that made it seem as such (◞‸ ◟)💧
I only meant for it to be teased a bit, and not directly implied. plus I’ve stated that for anything that I do with him to be seen as just his character and not the actual person (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟)
Lover anon here! Not with any kind of request because I saw they were closed but just a basic mental health check-up!
Have you eaten anything in the last three hours? (Snacks count)
Did you drink anything in the last three hours? (Hydrate or Die-drate /j)
Have you socialized with people you trust today? (Can be online or irl)
Have you slept at least 6 hours last night?
Did you watch/read any sort of media that you enjoy today?
Have you played anything that brings you joy today?
There, that's all I wanted and please take care of yourself! I may just be a stranger online but I think trying to help others at least a little is still important and should honestly be a more common practice-
HELLO AGAIN LOVER ANON!!1! hopefully requests will be open in about 3-4 days? Maybe sooner even! (˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵)
And thank you for checking up on me!! (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) I’m actually a bit surprised that someone actually wants to check up on me lol-
But to answer your questions!!
I ate like, chocolate croissant and some vanilla milk almost an hour ago? At least I think so
I have drank some water just now!!
I’ve talk to some of my siblings today? I really don’t wanna sound pathetic but I don’t have much friends :(
Yep!! Eight to be more specific :PP
I’ve actually re-watched the new among us show today, I actually keep noticing details that make me feel a bit dumb for not noticing them the first time I watched it
Not really, I haven’t touched any video games lately for some reason? Idk why tho
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