𝗗𝗨𝗠𝗕 𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗜𝗗!?

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐤. 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓽. THAT RED THING NEEDS TO DIE IM SO SERIOUS joke blog at best

[drivinginmycar]

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄

જ⁀➴♡ welcome to my little corner of nonsense and jokes!

જ⁀➴♡ you can refer to me as, well, [DUMB CUPID]. the screaming is essential to add that final taste to the name

જ⁀➴♡ anyways friendly reminder before getting into the main part that it's not required of you to take everything seriously from this point on! just have fun!

જ⁀➴♡ NO:

proshippers. sincerecly, i hope you will find a better coping mechanism, but in the meantimes, please dni.

nsfw. i'm not a little itty bitty baby but i still feel uncomfortable with it. i would just stop at kissing or just jokingly freaky at best.

romanticzation/glorification of abuse. yes, i wrote yandere, but no, i do not paint it in a good light.

private/instrusive questions = blocked

racism, homophobia, transphobia, harrasmnets. i don't need to list the reasons.

જ⁀➴♡ YES:

requests, but for what fandoms? well, collect the dragon balls then make a wish for the cheescake to appear. then you would know.

anon talk: as i stated, this is mostly a joke blog so feel free to ask anything about my characters.

[weird]! reader. we need more self-insert [name] who's just an oddity in general really. it's fun to write about

જ⁀➴♡ NOTES:

about requests: this is a joke blog, meaning that there's 50/50 chance you would get either a serious oneshot, drabble, or just a long ass fever dream. wanna gamble?

about me: i'm cringe as hell. like seriously. and my irl schedule is a fiasco so the requests can be late to be delivered. i mostly create this blog to have fun with my ideas.

જ⁀➴♡ MASTERLIST:

block tales:

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐘—"oh my god they kill the player!?"

link.

forsaken: (no longer associated)

𝐕𝟏𝐑𝟕𝐔𝟒𝐋 𝟒𝐍𝟓𝟑𝐋—"why are there so many BITCHES!?"

link.

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏—"i'm surrounded by a bunch of idiots."

link.

જ⁀➴♡ TAGS:

personal tags for each series, obviously

LOVE LETTERS! <<<< ask tag in general

STRAY ARROWS <<<< requests

DROPPED PHILTRE <<<< personal oneshot/standalone typa shit

BLIND JUDGEMENT <<<< poll

FAIRY TALES <<<< important announcements (abandoned/hiatus etc....)

[drivinginmycar]

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏

summary:

"𝗱𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗽?" || cover by @glassmitu

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, being roped into an adventure wasn't what you expected from spending a whole day sleeping. once thought to be an ordinary journey among the mortals, fragments of the past gradually breezed through your life. all to complete a story that was written by the looming shadow of you.

or

rusty robot gets dragged out from their sleep for some bullshit

arc 1 (headline dumbass)

a/u: as a compensation for cancelling my forsaken-related stuff altogether, i would try writing for the phighting fandom. i suck at writing tho TT

[drivinginmycar]

𝗔𝗥𝗖 𝟭: 𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗞𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗!

a/u: fun fact the og idea is for [name] to slap the shit out of darkheart but i holds back bc i would use it for a more severe case later on

you should have known, since the beginning, that allowing darkheart, out of all deities, to have easy access to your room through his 'backdoors' ability, was a fatal mistake. despite the rules you had so deliberately laid out, detailing the period of time in which you were unavailable and actions that must not be partaken in this place, he persisted stubbornly, like an immortal cockroach. 

"let me paraphrase this again, mx. sword and mx. darkheart." your hand rested against your temple, perpetually closed eyes twitched from clear annoyance after having finished beating up the deity of chaos. 

"you pay no heed to the warning i so thoughtfully put up, and now, request me to aid you in a journey-" you sent a kick to darkheart's head the moment he tried to regain his standing. 

"-to find an inphernal that you, yes, you, mx. sword." scowling wasn't the usual facet you donned, but in this situation, it was the best expression to convey the amount of irritation building up inside your wires. sword gulped nervously, slightly jolting from the skin contact, in which you jabbed your finger against his chest.

"who do you not have much information about? except for this outdated picture that you stole from him? i have no words, mx. sword."

"you have hurt our feelings, little lamb. does our centuries-old friendship mean nothing to you?" darkheart's smile turned downward, expressing his false sadness as he crossed his hands over his chest, seemingly hurt from your harsh words. 

"silence, you impeccable folly. i'm not addressing you, mx. darkheart." your fingers itched, and upon your growing desire to strangle the deity, sheep decided to jump on top of your head. 

"...if we are caught, i am never seeing the light of day again. are you clear, mx. sword?" sword took a moment to fully process your words, before a stupid smile tugged his lips as he eagerly nodded. 

"yes, mx. static shock-"

"[name]." you corrected the fledgling almost promptly, attempting your best to ignore the gradual widening of the divine deceiver's grin.

"yes, mx. [name], i completely understand!" 

this was going to be a long day.

upon the disappearance of sword, far back into the eternally stretching halls of doors, you stepped in front of the cupid, who was responsible for practically everything unfortunate falling onto you at this moment. 

"you just want a reason to anger the holy radiance, don't you, mx. darkheart?" it wasn't a question born out of pure curiosity, but a statement of factual knowledge, of years of tolerating a deity whose smile was always too wide for your liking. 

"why the quick accusation, dear? perhaps we truly want to help the little canary on his journey. besides, our sibling isn't all that 'holier-than-thou', is he? while else would you be so wary of leaving this place? hm?" the slight slandering of illumina, whose name was too sacred to roll out from your tongue, was enough of evidence to support your thought that this waste of air didn't intend to be serious. you clamped down onto sheep, feeling its artificial fleece through your fingers as you took in a long breath. 

"you are in no position to talk about her, mx. darkheart." a shiver ran down your spine upon the sensation of sharp nails clicking against the metal joints of your shoulders.

"oh. but we do! interesting how that works." he laughed; a sound of deeply unsettling, which occasionally succeeded in making your stomach churn. sheep stirred in your snake-clasp embrace, affected by the tension in the atmosphere. you soothed it deftly, a shaky inhale accompanied. 

"you deserve this win, mx. darkheart." you sighed, and followed sword in leaving the tightening grip of your room.

"forever amusing. ah, we could never get enough of you, [name]."

a/u: heartwarming: darkheart wakes up to ragebait and scares the shit out of his adorable sacrifical lamb <3 anyways forgive me for my mischaracterization, phighting fandom. im a newgen

[drivinginmycar]

important announcement!

hi guys! as i was writing this, the fact that soul has been getting 25% of the revenue bc of legal reasons has come out. any in4/updates would be made down the line. but i'm really saddened to say that depending on how the devs handle this situation, all of my forsaken-related fanfics will be cancelled. i will not support something that has been giving money to a neo nazi pedophile for months in secret. it honestly disgusts me that the news only comes out now

[ghstwlkr-deactivated20250925]

PSA ! TW: GROOMING MENTION AND DEATH THREATS

hello! this isn't my usual posting but unfortunately my friend glassmitu is getting harassed by their stalker and i need your help to report this person 🙏🙏🙏

from what i have heard from mitu and co., this has been happening for quite some time and has a few incidents with this stalker irl. but i still highly encourage reporting this person for hate speech behavior ^^

here are the evidences:

pictures are from @/glassmitu and @/boomboxgf12 respectively

they have also sent asks to a few of mitu's mutuals and friends (including me) so it is a problem and we need to cut it off before it gets worse

PLEASE SPREAD AROUND

[drivinginmycar]

not my usual post. spread awareness. i hope this stalker gets hit by a truck im so serious

[drivinginmycar]

Wassup mootie🔥🔥😼😼

—Mitu

OMG HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII MITU!!!!! hello! greetings, salutation! welcome!

[drivinginmycar]

⁰¹:𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗻: 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴

a/u: i didnt intend to make it that long i swear. its just the mc jump at me from the screen and forces me to write about their decaying mentality!!!!

sanatoriums had always been an ominous presence in your life. the memories of hollow husks lying on pristine white mattresses, while the doctors and staff did nothing to hide their cheerfulness at the decaying state of the patients, were etched in your mind clearly since the day you visited your 'cousin'. they passed away, as the diagnosis stated, because of some incurable cancers, which you found it hard to believe even as a child. growing up, you realized there was nothing coincidental in this world, where death lurked around the corner like a starving beast, claws prepared to claim another willing victim. you were sure its stomach was bottomless, cursed with a fatal greed lust for more nameless by the same ones that created them, that gave birth to you. that thought didn't get any more pleasant when you woke up to find yourself met with a familiar scene, the decorations of a room in the hospital, from the same vase to the furniture placement. a sense of nausea threatened to envelop your body, and you barely contained it before the sight of a fluttering white coat walked through the door.

"this world ought to have me dead." you solemnly thought while being examined by the doctor. their stare discomforted you, not that you would ever admit aloud, as they informed you of your current state. it was not the best thing a body should be in through, taking in the broken bones and the supposed concussion. it was a fortune you hadn't died yet by the time the people found you. you inquired about the names that helped move you from the beach to something far more irksome, and the words they said were quite interesting to say the least.

"who the fuck named their kids, 'noob' and 'guest666'!? someone must have rage-quitted on their games....." you contemplated as soon as you were finally left alone, your grip on the blanket unconsciously tightened. although you were glad to have escaped that gray limbo of nothingness, of utter boredom, of extreme apathy, it was still a hard time to process that you had left your home, the one you had grown up in, the only world that you had known of. you didn't miss your family members, and you were certain they didn't, but dying before your friends suddenly didn't sound like a great deal anymore. they would be happy for you, unironically, unaware of the chaos you had brought upon yourself, and they would move on. your life, in that world, was fleeting like that; no grand funeral, like those depicted in books, no flowers on your grave, nothing.

strange, wasn't it? a nameless like you shouldn't have been so concerned about matters related to death, especially in a negative light, when it was your ultimate purpose, your sign of salvation, and a door to a brand new life, brimming with thrills. perhaps you were not cut out to live at all, for who would want to be in the vicinity of such an indolent person?

╔══════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══════╗

𝓂𝑒

╚══════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══════╝ 

"are we deadass?" you promptly snapped back to reality as a sarcastic quip, already hanging by the tip of your tongue, was spat at the sudden appearance of the system. although you were outwardly irritated, you couldn't deny the rise in your heartbeats when the 'ping' sound reached your ears.

'what a creep.' you hated it when you couldn't read people clearly, as the only piece of information that was deemed useful was its peculiar fondness towards you. this unknown source of power could have been toying with you the whole time, which you suspected was the case. other than that, you knew nothing, not because you hadn't had any experience with these types of occurrences, but rather, you had known too much to narrow down the exact archetype the system was.

╔══════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══════╗

𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝓅𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝒾𝑒𝓈 

𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊,

𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹

𝒶𝓁𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒾 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓂 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓇𝓎

╚══════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══════╝ 

'yeah, same as how you really need a kick to the ass.' you forced out an understanding smile, half-lidded eye betrayed your boiling rage. speaking of your vision, it remained an unfamiliar sensation to see the world with one eye, while the other was covered with a black and while target. a small arrow was embedded on its bullseye, which you couldn't remove, at least not without using force in a way that might inflict immense pain on your eyes. the only advantage in terms of appearance was a nice flower clip, however, you were not sure what flower it was, not that you paid much attention to. you had been trained to adapt to body modification quickly, so it came as a surprise to retain your original figure, even if some parts had been modified.

"hey, system?"

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?

╚══════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══════╝ 

"thanks, for everything."

╔══════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══════╗

.....

ERROR 404

╚══════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══════╝ 

it seemed that you had succeeded in your attempts to break it in a predictable way, which earned you a chuckle. 

'not even bothering to change the font? cute.'

after patiently waiting for the system to reload, you were promptly hit with a quest, unsurspingsinly from your perspective. you had taken a mental note of its ability to fluster easily, which you would be delighted to take advantage of. however, much similar to how it cruelly dropped you from the sky, and made you land on the ground with several cracks in the bones, it subjected to the worst punishment, that made made even those of the ancient time quivered in fear.

socializing.

which was why you were being visited by your first targets, with the requirement of having to befriend them by the end of the section.

A WILD PAIR OF NOOB AND GUEST66 HAVE APPEARED!

"oh telamon! i was so worried seeing you washed ashore like that! it's great to see you well again, right guest?" 

the guest nodded.

OPTIONS:

☘ FREEZE

☘ FIGHT

☘ FLIGHT

☘ FAWN

'what the fuck!? what am i supposed to do!?'

▶ PLAYER #333 HAS CHOSEN 'FAWN'!

"i'm...really grateful for your help. it's just so overwhelming to me, being washed ashore like that. i don't even remember much about myself."

CALCULATING SUCCESS RATING...

'there's a gacha system!?'

ATTEMPT SUCCEEDED!

▶ NOOB: 5%

▶ GUEST666: 4%

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𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝓎 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹'𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈?

╚══════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══════╝ 

after a while, you managed to become friends with the two, at least acoording to the system's notifications. speaking of which, it seemed to have dissappeared for a while, possibly calculating your results. you vowed that when it returned, you would complain to its manager about its lateness. 

▶ [name].

▶ don't trust it.

▶ :]

a/u: 33 550 336 likes and i would write a chap that displays noob and guest666's pov

:) 

[drivinginmycar]

I know from my Wattpad... Hey psst.. this is ”stupid cupid author"...

AHHHH MY WATTPAD JUMPSCARE/silly

anyways greetings stupid cupid! this is [DUMB CUPID] you are dialing to!

[drivinginmycar]

I love your chapter naming capabilities. It's crazy sfhafahagaha

god knows I would be too powerful with art so he reduced my powers to naming instead/jk

it's really just a way to alleviate the tension of the fanfic really, especially the later the fanfic goes, the crazier shit hits the fan. besides, it's the mc's coping mechanism

[drivinginmycar]

[𝟬]: 𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗢 𝗕𝗔𝗗𝗟𝗬 𝗜 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗗𝗜𝗘!

random fact: the ceo of patreon is the same man in the bust ur kneecaps song lmao

warning: can't spoil but some pretty disturbing and hardcore stuff ahead, the author wasn't exactly serious about practically everything she was writing. experimental writing so it was more informal and improper than previous fics. oh yeah, the storyline might not be coherent bc of [name]'s mentality.

you loved them!

you were always meant to be theirs, their childhood friend, their biggest supporter, their number one love interest, and their partner in crime.

although it was saddening that you were a mere string of codes-every action encompassed with purpose, every praise sang with reasons-you were content with your existence. after all, a being made to love another was....fated to lead a more joyous life than others, who were supposed to be defeated by your beloved's dazzling glory.

you loved them.

you really did.

and yet, you felt as though this wasn't your true way of loving someone.

you wouldn't ruffle your fingers through their soft hair gently, wouldn't embrace so warmly, wouldn't lean in for a light kiss between matches, and wouldn't blindly worship the ground they walked on.

you dreamed of smashing your lips together until they bled, of hugging them so tightly the sound of ribs breaking rang against your ears, of breaking their kneecaps so they wouldn't walk away from you again, of merging, to sync your heartbeats with one another.

you loved them, but not in the way you were programmed to.

so you began to question if you truly loved them or not.

you started to take notice of your surroundings by the tenth cycle.

people seemed to have an attraction, a tendency, an instinct to orbit around your beloved. they bowed down to them, not quite effortlessly, but in a calculted set of actions, like it had already been laid down that they would bask in the halo of their wins, one way or another. in fact, you unconciosuly flinched upon the sight of someone being too close to your star, too friendly for your liking.

fear took root in your heart when the realization that there was a possibility, though slim, that they could leave you for another person they deemed worthier of their affection. it had never happened, even after all those resets, but the seeds of doubt had seeped into your heart. the thought of letting them go, of hopelessly standing in the dark while they took the hand of someone else, anyone who wasn't you, while you couldn't do anything about it, because it was the action you weren't capable of, haunted you. the threat loomed over your shoulders, weighted down on your shoulders as you tread on the familiar path your feet had been scorched by multiple times before.

"you would never leave me, right?"

"....?"

"nevermind! we still have a long journey ahead, so please get some rest!"

you lost count of the times you brushed off the topic of giving your other half fake reassurances of your well-being. you knew they detected something off, not that you could ever lie to them anyway, but the illusion of peace was one you were desperate to keep. rejection of reality was the state of mind that followed the deeply ingrained stillness of apprehension. you paid no attention to when people openly flirted with them, only flinched when your name was brought into question. by the twentieth cycle, you had shed the boundlessly love-struck schoolgirl persona and adapted a more air-headed personality. it was easier to...be naive, to be so gullible you almost tripped into a hole of spikes!

"do you even love me?"

"████"

you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. you loved them. 

you loved them so much you could die for them.

you loved them so much that you could do anything for them.

you loved them so much, you could kill them.

another new cycle had been started. 

you grew familiar with the telltale signs of it, from the surroundings seemingly blurred in the background, the old corner of the house replaced the remnants of battle that had taken place. you found yourself on the doorstep again, hands clasped with the brightest smile whenever you paid a visit to your beloved. knocking on the door, you were caught off guard by their lateness, and in an old-fashioned way, started to spiral into worthless trains of thought.

'what are they trying to achieve....?'

'my deaths are getting repetitive.... no more weapons this time, please.'

'do they respawn for me? how thoughtful....but they only get closer to that bubonic plant boy...'

'do i need to kill him?'

'son of mayor......an obstacle to be rid of.....'

'i should just-'

you were rudely interrupted by the sound of something falling right beside your feet. your eyes followed, and were met with an axe, sitting so daintily after falling from the middle of nowhere. you deducted it to be a simple glitch since the axe didn't hold any real relevance from the previous cycles. however, the moment your skin made contact with the half, a brilliant idea wormed into your mind.

'oh yeah! i should've realized it!'

'if my beloved dies, then...i can take a rest for once!'

'no more people would flock to them.'

'yeah!'

'yeah.'

what had you done?

you regained your consciousness when the coldness seeped into your hands. panic soon settled in your heart as the red tainting your clothes wouldn't stop dripping onto the pristine white floor. you gripped your drenched shirt, terrified by the amount of blood being spilled on it.

this wasn't your blood, the realization shot through your skull, a sensation that was akin to a bullet, as you looked in the mirror.

oh god.

you were going to vomit at the smell, the sight, everything that embraced you right now.

your beloved!

god what they were going to think of this-

you didn't need an answer, for the moment, you turned around, and you stumbled back almost immediately.

what had you done?

their body, it didn't respond. the bathtub, it wouldn't stop overflowing with crimson water. 

"please wake up. please wake up. please wake up. please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please."

the mantra never stopped, it never did. part of you was aware of their ability to relieve, to restart, to renew again, but what would they think of you afterwards? you couldn't fathom a life without them, a life without their shining presence, without admirable strength, without their silly knack for misadventures.

they would leave you to rot. 

[FILE LOSS]

it was a bright day, wasn't it? the sky was painted in the warm hue of blue, decorated with the cheerful yellow of the sun as birds chirped in harmony. crowds of people, brimming with excitement, mainly due to the roblox vip convention. you were a bit tired this morning, which was expected, because of how you had pulled an all-nighter in a meek attempt to salvage your art projects. fret not, for your high pace and success in waking up on time, you still had some time left to talk to others before heading to your scheduled spot. you hoped your trusty cap and outfit would leave a good impression on people, since you had decided to stop wearing bows on this day solely.

after all, jon wouldn't be awakened for a good while.

a/u: sth sth sth about the real player being the haunting narrative character....idk man. half of these words dont go well together and dont make sense. dont take anything seriousy in this crack fic. it would get better after this chap, trust

[drivinginmycar]

"omg how can player handle allat."

guess.

[drivinginmycar]

𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋

well fuck me in the ass, time for some forsaken abuse again.

theres nothing here bruh go back

warning: the spectre, badly written kissing scene. 100% just hc bc the forsaken lore is so lacking. -1 like so i could show the spectre's yandere side more in the 2nd part

for as long as you remembered, this chimerical realm of flowers had been your home. from that white nothingness birthed shapeless creatures, that you had taken under your wings to serve you. talking rabbits donned in harlequin outfits, flying tea cups that never seemed to run out of drink, stairs that led to nowhere yet also somewhere simutaneously, they were essential parts in your existence.

however, despite the wonders it presented, and how bustling your life was, you didn't feel complete. it was as if there was a missing gap in your heart, fueled by the constant need for slumbers, that gradually turned invasive to your mind.

your attempts to recreate the body you wore, under the guise of curing this loneliness, fell flat when they disintegrated with the slightest skin contact.

"YouR maJESTy, YoUR Hands arE DiRty agAIN!" cried out the trumpet-holding servant upon yet another one of your failures. black drops of ink were splattered across your white attire, combined with the slightest signs of your trembling, making it a pathetic sight to behold.

"i'm tired." you remarked as a wave of exhaustion overtook your senses, which tempted you to lie down on the floor, next to that mangled corpse of your withered creation. after all, this whole realm was tailored to your liking, so you saw nothing wrong with succumbing to the alluring call of blank dreams on the floor. 

"VERy welL, i ShaLL suMMON THE haTTeR to clEan Up For THe FEASt." the rabbit hopped, blowing the trumpet annoyingly against your ears. as you watched it go, your eyelids shut down, and a final yawn escaped your lips. 

"̶̨̨͎̗́̑s̷̡̘͒̾̽̽͘l̷̝͉̲̽e̴̗̤̾͜ē̷̞̮͚p̶̝̠̳͋ī̷̱̗̣̼̀̉͠ṋ̶̌̈́̈́̐͝g̷͔͖̉̈̃̃͊ ̵͙̗͓̋h̶̲̪̣͕̔͝ȅ̸͕͈͙̰r̴̡̬͈͙̻͒̉̓͛e̸͓͗̅͋̍ͅ ̵̗̱̙̠̋̒̈́i̶̘͓̿̈́ś̷̥͇͔͔͆̕͠͠ ̵̮̦̍n̶̨͖̺̾̄o̶͓̝͔̟̾̄͑̐t̷͓͇̥̥̝͌͝ ̴͉̻͙̲̌̕͠g̵̢̙̺̟͗͒́͜ô̵̧͓͈̽o̸̘̜͉̺͜͝d̵͙̹͖͙̈̽͂̈́,̶̬̔̀͒̽̅ ̴̧̛̱̀̐̓̊m̵̼̣̂̈́͊͗͜y̸̝͇͙̼̌̀͜ ̵̤̟̿d̸̡̝̺̺̯̎a̷̬̓͑͠r̷̡͚̪̯͖̂̍̔̈͘l̴̜̓î̶̘̙͓͖̘̈́n̶̩͚̍̒̆̂̓g̸̗͔̙̙̬̈͌̿͠.̸̺͎͇̬͌͊̀͜"̴̤̘͓͎̀͑͝

when you woke up, you were quite surprised to feel the softness of your bed and the warmth radiating from your blanket. thinking through the number of residents in this realm, you realized no one was strong enough to drag you back, at least not in a way that wouldn't wake you up. 

"do we have visitors?" you asked, grabbing one of the nearby tea cups after having summoned the hatter. it was getting hard to differentiate between the mad one and the normal one, especially in this realm where everything was in a disarray of peculiar organization. 

"if th're is, their rampallian shall beest did kick by mine own twin." the red hat, dotted with white and slashed with a long 's' mark, grumbled under its breaths. you felt as though your lifespan had been depleted solely by conversing with this self-proclaimed supervisor of all the residents in this world.

something was watching you.

you weren't the one for paranoia, fear, or anxiety, and this newly acquired stalker wasn't too keen on hiding their trace either way. thick blobs of dark liquid accompanied you through your daily life, and much to your mild amusement, they could carry you to your bedroom whenever you fell asleep. additionally, these creatures were adorable indeed and their ability to think clearly for themselves was severely lacking. whoever concocted them must have forgotten to add their brains, though, judging how they seemingly followed you around, they might as well be the remnants of your early experiments.

because, pray tell, other than yourself, who could be behind the moments when these 'things' run around to retrieve your stuff, carrying you around while you lounge lazily on them, and obeying your every whim?

nobody, that was it.

or at least, that was the explanation you settled for. 

so when an alarmingly tall figure, whose glitching body bore a striking resemblance to those critters, loomed over you while you were busy doodling on the white floor with your makeshift brush, you could only let out a sigh.

"......can you just let me finish this?"

"̴̲̯̮̿̋̎͜n̶̙͕̫̗̲̻͎͕͋̃͑̌̆͌̎̈́̈́͠o̵̪͋͝.̷͓͇̫̙̳̜̟͋"̷̡͉̫͇̰̭̜̠͂̃̂̀̚

that was how you met it, an entity of pure evil, whose existence was fueled by the depression of humanity and the rotting parts of it, not that you were any better. 

it didn't have a clear name, but its victims called it 'the spectre'. you supposed, it was better than aliases like 'diggity magoo' and  'bugs moist'. it introduced you to a world of eternal bloodshed and damnation, a game brimming with hopelessness and festering guilt that threatened to break the bonds between the 'survivors'. you were amused by its efforts in impressing you, for you hadn't had a guest for a long time. it wasn't subtle in its purpose, as it made its desire for you pretty clear since day one. you liked it though you loved it in general, when people were being frank with their intentions. at the same time, you were being honest with it when you told that this little silly game between the two of you wouldn't last long, for your hunger was not one it could satisfy.

you must admit, you underestimated it in several aspects. for starters, you didn't expect that 'you are mine' fiasco was related to that of romance, as bouquets of hearts, real organs that were unlike those commercial shapes on a valentine's day, showed up in mid of your tea party. your residents were rightfully frightened, though you weren't quite sure if simultaneously making a lot of noises was a valid response. for an entity that prided itself on gaining pleasure from torturing 'guilty' souls, it put an astonishing amount into winning you over.

"cute, really. but you have to gain the approval of my residents first. can't let you come over while scaring my neighbours off." you told them teasingly, not trying to show your chuckles at rabbits' thumping in frustration. their glitching form stilled briefly, before closing in the distance. its black body melted onto yours. a hint of ecstasy glistened in your eyes as your hand touched against theirs.

"impatient?" you hummed, as the scene around you gradually disoriented. it was hard to tell you two apart, when every body contact, when every touch, when every gaze invited to be fused, to entrap one another in an everlasting embrace, to feel their presence so strongly, so violently, it sickened both of you.

you loved it, how natural the love came to you, how wonderful everything was.

and you loved them, you loved that wicked and evil being whose pettiness once became the topic of jokes for a good while, the entity that glitched with numbers whenever you pushed their buttons, and the tormentor of pathetic mortals.

there was no need for another hesitation, for the next second, you had already pressed your lips against their face, completely enraptured in a world where only two of you existed.

they didn't need to know how you had been aware of their existence long before your first meeting, didn't need to know how you had observed them from afar, didn't need to know about the glances at their figure whenever they were busy pulling the strings.

they didn't need to know that you had regained your memories already.

but being courted the second time sounded great, no?

your soulmate was just too cute not to tease.

[drivinginmycar]

What would the love interests in the block tales fic feel once reader is seen clinging to original player?

hm, who's this player you are speaking of? there's only one, and it's our dearest reader!

ok, all jokes aside, i can't say much bc of spoilers, but envy is a fitting word for this situation. but what situation exactly? is it in the fanfic timeline, or the previous timelines where the player is still present? idk, not like im the author or sth

anways i love answering asks, plz keep sending them!

[drivinginmycar]

poll for the fanfic

should jim the accountant be cannibalized?

what the fuck is wrong with you (no)

wth yeah

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Voting ended onAug 17, 2025

[drivinginmycar]

...do you have a fixed schedule for when you update...?

Don't want to sound rude but your fics are like a 5 course meal made by Ramsay himself....

Me want more movie...

hahahah, tysm for the compliment on my fanfics! but i truthfully regret to tell you that i don't have a fixed schedule for my fanfics. it depends on my motivations really, but considering how both of my availble fanfics here on tumblr are easy to write, it shouldn't take me too long to update them :D im glad someone enjoy my crack-laced writing pieces lol

[drivinginmycar]

YO THE YAN BLOCKTALES BIT IS SO GOOODDD

Do you perhaps have a book somewhere? Or do you only post it here?

tysm for the compliment! I did post it on wattpad under the account: cisneswanla! heres the link

[drivinginmycar]

Question about LOVESICK ENTROPY, after real player eventually does respawn, are we still a yan for them by then?

yes! in fact, this said everlasting obsession is the reason why [name], despite being a fully self-aware npc, doesn't realize others yearning for them till it's too late! i have a lot of plans for the player and [name] in the future.....

[drivinginmycar]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐘

summary:

"𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗮, 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂." || 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝗶𝗰, 𝘇𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀

oopsie! you accidentally killed your lover, who was the main character of the digital world you were coded in, while trying to wake them up to start a new cycle! not wanting to see this world crumbling while frantically waiting for your star to respawn, you decided to take their role instead. oh! did you forget the consequences of breaking orders? no worries, not like everyone would start pining for you!

or

evil they/them bloxxed their heroic they/them lover so they replaced them

part 0