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[len-from-reallife]

ʜᴇʏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ? ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ʙᴇ- (ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ʙᴇ..) ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ? ʜᴇʏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴍᴀᴍᴀ? ᴄᴀɴ ɪ- (ᴄᴀɴ ɪ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘ) ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏɴɪɪɪɢʜᴛ?

I’m Len! I use he / him and they / it! I am a coping link. My main fandom are starters, pokemon, osc , alnst , danganronpa. Face under the cut. (Also gay and taken)

more about me: https://lenfromreallifess.straw.page note it doesent work right on phone or iPad an for it to look right, use your phone side way like how you play Roblox.

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[auksielol]

hii! could i request ze x reader? perhaps reader pines after him and like assumes their affection is one-sided

have a good day / night and remember to drink water!!

Hello! I am so sorry this is so late but I would LOVE to write this!

Dear Zabooboo3, if you see this I need you to scroll past it lest something bad happen to my dignity. Thanks!

Cordiform

You’re sure many people can say what you’re about to say, but you mean it with every single bone in your body.

You did not mean to fall in love with Ze.

Ze used to be the guy you felt comfortable enough to joke around with. You could just be… Well, you. That’s just not an option anymore.

Jokes you would’ve made with him months ago felt awkward now, landing flat the moment they were made. Honestly, not even just jokes feel weird to you, it’s literally just spending time together that ticks you off!

These days it feels like you’re just sitting on a bomb that’s about to go off. One day you’re going to mess up and say something that makes him uncomfortable, then he’ll leave. You’re good at doing that.

That’s why you sit in a tense silence, the crackling of the fire Ze had set up in your makeshift fire pit being the only thing keeping you grounded.

Neither of you make a move. Like, seriously, neither of you seem to be physically moving. It’s like you’re both statues, unable to speak or even breathe. Ze almost breaks this silent game of yours as he clears his throat and opens his mouth to speak, but he closes it once you glance at him. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you’d done something wrong.

…

Shit, did you do something wrong?

Maybe you said something weird on accident and Ze now knows you have a crush on him. Is that what happened? Is that why he’s acting weird right now?

Oh god, you’re a horrible friend. You’ve managed to gain an unfairly massive crush on Ze and now he probably feels suffocated and annoyed and he’s probably only brought you out to start a fire because he wants to let you down gently.

The more you think about it, the worse you begin to feel. He sees you as a creep. A gross, opportunistic creep with only the worst intentions.

You don’t notice how you’re bouncing your leg up and down in your anxious state until Ze places a hand on your shoulder, making you flinch back to the real world.

“Hey,” He says, his voice much too friendly for your liking, “You… okay?”

Yup, and there he goes again. He keeps finding the worst ways to worm himself into your heart! The stupid organ picks up speed as a less mature side of you zeroed in on his hand.

You nod quickly, feeling uncomfortable with how much you enjoy being worried about. It feels like you’re… Like you’re violating him somehow. You don’t like it.

“I actually, uh… I think I’m a little tired,” You say lamely, rising to your feet, “I should head to bed.”

You attempt to make the short trip back to the house and retreat back to your room, a safe space for you to wallow in your guilt, but your escape is cut short by Ze grabbing you by the wrist.

He says your name and you hesitantly turn your head back to face him, “Did I do something?” He asks, his tone concerned in a way that almost breaks your heart.

You respond quicker than you ever have before, a firm and panicked “No,” coming from your mouth. “What made you- Why- Why do you think you did something?”

“You’ve just been so, I dunno, distant lately…” He averts his eyes and stares at the ground, “I thought maybe I did something to make you mad.”

Ah. Now that is what really did you in.

The words tumble out of your mouth before you can even stop them, just desperate to make him feel better. “Y-You didn’t do anything wrong, Ze, I swear. I’m just being stupid and- and dramatic and you don’t even have to worry about it, okay? You’re perfectly fine.”

“Then why are you acting so weird?” He asks the dreaded question.

You take a deep breath in, trying to steel your nerves. You knew you’d have to fess up to him someday, but you’d never actually thought about how you’d do it. Maybe if you had actually put some thought into it you could’ve avoided it being so hard to spit out.

“…Hello?” He pushes.

You exhale with a sigh, remembering you actually had to communicate and couldn’t rely on him reading your mind. “No, sorry, I just… I-It’s hard.”

“Oh.” Ze paused for a moment, both of you silent before he let go of your hand. “Yeah, no, you’re right. It was a stupid question anyway, sorry.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I never said that.” You shut him down quickly, surprising yourself when you grab him by the shoulders. You don’t let go, though. You find yourself more surprised by how badly you want to continue, actually. You want to soothe any doubts he may have, you want to reassure him that he’s not the problem at all.

Despite all these wants of yours, you don’t actually say anything. Not yet. You weren’t lying when you said it was hard, not a tiny bit. Like, this would basically be a confession, something that’s going to have really big consequences no matter what his answer is (and you’re pretty sure you already know it).

Ze, as expected, beats you to the punch. As in he actually punches you in the middle of your ribcage. It doesn’t hurt at all—no, he’s being gentle on purpose—but it does surprise you enough to get your hands off him.

He lets out a small chuckle, one you recognize as a little too forced, before speaking. “You were right, it’s getting late. I’ll- I’ll just put the fire out, you can go to bed now.”

Ze doesn’t wait for a response from you, turning away to begin stamping out the fire.

Wow, look at you… Just ruining the mood all the time, huh? You made him feel bad and now he’s doing the thing where he shuts off. You didn’t mean to hurt him, but now that you have it feels like someone’s trying to squeeze your heart like an orange.

You’re too focused on the crippling guilt you feel to comprehend what slips out of your mouth next.

“I like you.”

Instantly, you freeze, feeling the color slowly drain from your face as he mimics you and stops moving. Once he slowly turns his head to look at you, you wish you were dead.

“Whuh…?” The concept of a question escapes him.

Okay, well, it looks like you’re doing this then. A part of you is relieved that you’re finally letting it all out, though you wish it wasn’t being done out of guilt.

“I… I don’t expect you to like me back or- ahah- at all after this, but… um…” You stammer, picking at your fingernails, “I like you. A lot. And so I was just really nervous and I was making things awkward and it’s not your fault at all.”

Nothing follows your confession, the silence being so loud it’s almost deafening. You’re about to turn around and run to get your ass inside, but Ze grabs your attention by clearing his throat.

“Is… Is that all?” He asks. “I didn’t do anything?”

You hesitate for a moment before shaking your head, preparing yourself for the worst. Preparing yourself for a rejection that will never come as he steps closer and wraps his arms around you in a hug.

“Thank god, man.” He chuckled. “I- I thought you just started hating me or something.”

You’re… confused. Why wasn’t he turning you down? The lack of rejection throws you for a loop. He’s never given you a reason to think any of your feelings were actually reciprocated, so what was this?

“I… Sorry?” You say, an arm sliding up to awkwardly pat him on the back.

“Oh yeah, you should be.” He says, though his tone isn’t exactly serious. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?” He asks as he pulls away from you. You miss it already.

“I- I just didn’t think you liked me back?” You respond, being met with a toothy grin. You aren’t sure if it’s the shadows or not, but Ze seems to be blushing as he speaks back.

“Well, I do.”

Oh my god dude that ending is so butt never let me write again

[auksielol]

hii! could i request ze x reader? perhaps reader pines after him and like assumes their affection is one-sided

have a good day / night and remember to drink water!!

Hello! I am so sorry this is so late but I would LOVE to write this!

Dear Zabooboo3, if you see this I need you to scroll past it lest something bad happen to my dignity. Thanks!

Cordiform

You’re sure many people can say what you’re about to say, but you mean it with every single bone in your body.

You did not mean to fall in love with Ze.

Ze used to be the guy you felt comfortable enough to joke around with. You could just be… Well, you. That’s just not an option anymore.

Jokes you would’ve made with him months ago felt awkward now, landing flat the moment they were made. Honestly, not even just jokes feel weird to you, it’s literally just spending time together that ticks you off!

These days it feels like you’re just sitting on a bomb that’s about to go off. One day you’re going to mess up and say something that makes him uncomfortable, then he’ll leave. You’re good at doing that.

That’s why you sit in a tense silence, the crackling of the fire Ze had set up in your makeshift fire pit being the only thing keeping you grounded.

Neither of you make a move. Like, seriously, neither of you seem to be physically moving. It’s like you’re both statues, unable to speak or even breathe. Ze almost breaks this silent game of yours as he clears his throat and opens his mouth to speak, but he closes it once you glance at him. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you’d done something wrong.

…

Shit, did you do something wrong?

Maybe you said something weird on accident and Ze now knows you have a crush on him. Is that what happened? Is that why he’s acting weird right now?

Oh god, you’re a horrible friend. You’ve managed to gain an unfairly massive crush on Ze and now he probably feels suffocated and annoyed and he’s probably only brought you out to start a fire because he wants to let you down gently.

The more you think about it, the worse you begin to feel. He sees you as a creep. A gross, opportunistic creep with only the worst intentions.

You don’t notice how you’re bouncing your leg up and down in your anxious state until Ze places a hand on your shoulder, making you flinch back to the real world.

“Hey,” He says, his voice much too friendly for your liking, “You… okay?”

Yup, and there he goes again. He keeps finding the worst ways to worm himself into your heart! The stupid organ picks up speed as a less mature side of you zeroed in on his hand.

You nod quickly, feeling uncomfortable with how much you enjoy being worried about. It feels like you’re… Like you’re violating him somehow. You don’t like it.

“I actually, uh… I think I’m a little tired,” You say lamely, rising to your feet, “I should head to bed.”

You attempt to make the short trip back to the house and retreat back to your room, a safe space for you to wallow in your guilt, but your escape is cut short by Ze grabbing you by the wrist.

He says your name and you hesitantly turn your head back to face him, “Did I do something?” He asks, his tone concerned in a way that almost breaks your heart.

You respond quicker than you ever have before, a firm and panicked “No,” coming from your mouth. “What made you- Why- Why do you think you did something?”

“You’ve just been so, I dunno, distant lately…” He averts his eyes and stares at the ground, “I thought maybe I did something to make you mad.”

Ah. Now that is what really did you in.

The words tumble out of your mouth before you can even stop them, just desperate to make him feel better. “Y-You didn’t do anything wrong, Ze, I swear. I’m just being stupid and- and dramatic and you don’t even have to worry about it, okay? You’re perfectly fine.”

“Then why are you acting so weird?” He asks the dreaded question.

You take a deep breath in, trying to steel your nerves. You knew you’d have to fess up to him someday, but you’d never actually thought about how you’d do it. Maybe if you had actually put some thought into it you could’ve avoided it being so hard to spit out.

“…Hello?” He pushes.

You exhale with a sigh, remembering you actually had to communicate and couldn’t rely on him reading your mind. “No, sorry, I just… I-It’s hard.”

“Oh.” Ze paused for a moment, both of you silent before he let go of your hand. “Yeah, no, you’re right. It was a stupid question anyway, sorry.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I never said that.” You shut him down quickly, surprising yourself when you grab him by the shoulders. You don’t let go, though. You find yourself more surprised by how badly you want to continue, actually. You want to soothe any doubts he may have, you want to reassure him that he’s not the problem at all.

Despite all these wants of yours, you don’t actually say anything. Not yet. You weren’t lying when you said it was hard, not a tiny bit. Like, this would basically be a confession, something that’s going to have really big consequences no matter what his answer is (and you’re pretty sure you already know it).

Ze, as expected, beats you to the punch. As in he actually punches you in the middle of your ribcage. It doesn’t hurt at all—no, he’s being gentle on purpose—but it does surprise you enough to get your hands off him.

He lets out a small chuckle, one you recognize as a little too forced, before speaking. “You were right, it’s getting late. I’ll- I’ll just put the fire out, you can go to bed now.”

Ze doesn’t wait for a response from you, turning away to begin stamping out the fire.

Wow, look at you… Just ruining the mood all the time, huh? You made him feel bad and now he’s doing the thing where he shuts off. You didn’t mean to hurt him, but now that you have it feels like someone’s trying to squeeze your heart like an orange.

You’re too focused on the crippling guilt you feel to comprehend what slips out of your mouth next.

“I like you.”

Instantly, you freeze, feeling the color slowly drain from your face as he mimics you and stops moving. Once he slowly turns his head to look at you, you wish you were dead.

“Whuh…?” The concept of a question escapes him.

Okay, well, it looks like you’re doing this then. A part of you is relieved that you’re finally letting it all out, though you wish it wasn’t being done out of guilt.

“I… I don’t expect you to like me back or- ahah- at all after this, but… um…” You stammer, picking at your fingernails, “I like you. A lot. And so I was just really nervous and I was making things awkward and it’s not your fault at all.”

Nothing follows your confession, the silence being so loud it’s almost deafening. You’re about to turn around and run to get your ass inside, but Ze grabs your attention by clearing his throat.

“Is… Is that all?” He asks. “I didn’t do anything?”

You hesitate for a moment before shaking your head, preparing yourself for the worst. Preparing yourself for a rejection that will never come as he steps closer and wraps his arms around you in a hug.

“Thank god, man.” He chuckled. “I- I thought you just started hating me or something.”

You’re… confused. Why wasn’t he turning you down? The lack of rejection throws you for a loop. He’s never given you a reason to think any of your feelings were actually reciprocated, so what was this?

“I… Sorry?” You say, an arm sliding up to awkwardly pat him on the back.

“Oh yeah, you should be.” He says, though his tone isn’t exactly serious. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?” He asks as he pulls away from you. You miss it already.

“I- I just didn’t think you liked me back?” You respond, being met with a toothy grin. You aren’t sure if it’s the shadows or not, but Ze seems to be blushing as he speaks back.

“Well, I do.”

Oh my god dude that ending is so butt never let me write again

[auksielol]

hii! could i request ze x reader? perhaps reader pines after him and like assumes their affection is one-sided

have a good day / night and remember to drink water!!

Hello! I am so sorry this is so late but I would LOVE to write this!

Dear Zabooboo3, if you see this I need you to scroll past it lest something bad happen to my dignity. Thanks!

Cordiform

You’re sure many people can say what you’re about to say, but you mean it with every single bone in your body.

You did not mean to fall in love with Ze.

Ze used to be the guy you felt comfortable enough to joke around with. You could just be… Well, you. That’s just not an option anymore.

Jokes you would’ve made with him months ago felt awkward now, landing flat the moment they were made. Honestly, not even just jokes feel weird to you, it’s literally just spending time together that ticks you off!

These days it feels like you’re just sitting on a bomb that’s about to go off. One day you’re going to mess up and say something that makes him uncomfortable, then he’ll leave. You’re good at doing that.

That’s why you sit in a tense silence, the crackling of the fire Ze had set up in your makeshift fire pit being the only thing keeping you grounded.

Neither of you make a move. Like, seriously, neither of you seem to be physically moving. It’s like you’re both statues, unable to speak or even breathe. Ze almost breaks this silent game of yours as he clears his throat and opens his mouth to speak, but he closes it once you glance at him. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you’d done something wrong.

…

Shit, did you do something wrong?

Maybe you said something weird on accident and Ze now knows you have a crush on him. Is that what happened? Is that why he’s acting weird right now?

Oh god, you’re a horrible friend. You’ve managed to gain an unfairly massive crush on Ze and now he probably feels suffocated and annoyed and he’s probably only brought you out to start a fire because he wants to let you down gently.

The more you think about it, the worse you begin to feel. He sees you as a creep. A gross, opportunistic creep with only the worst intentions.

You don’t notice how you’re bouncing your leg up and down in your anxious state until Ze places a hand on your shoulder, making you flinch back to the real world.

“Hey,” He says, his voice much too friendly for your liking, “You… okay?”

Yup, and there he goes again. He keeps finding the worst ways to worm himself into your heart! The stupid organ picks up speed as a less mature side of you zeroed in on his hand.

You nod quickly, feeling uncomfortable with how much you enjoy being worried about. It feels like you’re… Like you’re violating him somehow. You don’t like it.

“I actually, uh… I think I’m a little tired,” You say lamely, rising to your feet, “I should head to bed.”

You attempt to make the short trip back to the house and retreat back to your room, a safe space for you to wallow in your guilt, but your escape is cut short by Ze grabbing you by the wrist.

He says your name and you hesitantly turn your head back to face him, “Did I do something?” He asks, his tone concerned in a way that almost breaks your heart.

You respond quicker than you ever have before, a firm and panicked “No,” coming from your mouth. “What made you- Why- Why do you think you did something?”

“You’ve just been so, I dunno, distant lately…” He averts his eyes and stares at the ground, “I thought maybe I did something to make you mad.”

Ah. Now that is what really did you in.

The words tumble out of your mouth before you can even stop them, just desperate to make him feel better. “Y-You didn’t do anything wrong, Ze, I swear. I’m just being stupid and- and dramatic and you don’t even have to worry about it, okay? You’re perfectly fine.”

“Then why are you acting so weird?” He asks the dreaded question.

You take a deep breath in, trying to steel your nerves. You knew you’d have to fess up to him someday, but you’d never actually thought about how you’d do it. Maybe if you had actually put some thought into it you could’ve avoided it being so hard to spit out.

“…Hello?” He pushes.

You exhale with a sigh, remembering you actually had to communicate and couldn’t rely on him reading your mind. “No, sorry, I just… I-It’s hard.”

“Oh.” Ze paused for a moment, both of you silent before he let go of your hand. “Yeah, no, you’re right. It was a stupid question anyway, sorry.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I never said that.” You shut him down quickly, surprising yourself when you grab him by the shoulders. You don’t let go, though. You find yourself more surprised by how badly you want to continue, actually. You want to soothe any doubts he may have, you want to reassure him that he’s not the problem at all.

Despite all these wants of yours, you don’t actually say anything. Not yet. You weren’t lying when you said it was hard, not a tiny bit. Like, this would basically be a confession, something that’s going to have really big consequences no matter what his answer is (and you’re pretty sure you already know it).

Ze, as expected, beats you to the punch. As in he actually punches you in the middle of your ribcage. It doesn’t hurt at all—no, he’s being gentle on purpose—but it does surprise you enough to get your hands off him.

He lets out a small chuckle, one you recognize as a little too forced, before speaking. “You were right, it’s getting late. I’ll- I’ll just put the fire out, you can go to bed now.”

Ze doesn’t wait for a response from you, turning away to begin stamping out the fire.

Wow, look at you… Just ruining the mood all the time, huh? You made him feel bad and now he’s doing the thing where he shuts off. You didn’t mean to hurt him, but now that you have it feels like someone’s trying to squeeze your heart like an orange.

You’re too focused on the crippling guilt you feel to comprehend what slips out of your mouth next.

“I like you.”

Instantly, you freeze, feeling the color slowly drain from your face as he mimics you and stops moving. Once he slowly turns his head to look at you, you wish you were dead.

“Whuh…?” The concept of a question escapes him.

Okay, well, it looks like you’re doing this then. A part of you is relieved that you’re finally letting it all out, though you wish it wasn’t being done out of guilt.

“I… I don’t expect you to like me back or- ahah- at all after this, but… um…” You stammer, picking at your fingernails, “I like you. A lot. And so I was just really nervous and I was making things awkward and it’s not your fault at all.”

Nothing follows your confession, the silence being so loud it’s almost deafening. You’re about to turn around and run to get your ass inside, but Ze grabs your attention by clearing his throat.

“Is… Is that all?” He asks. “I didn’t do anything?”

You hesitate for a moment before shaking your head, preparing yourself for the worst. Preparing yourself for a rejection that will never come as he steps closer and wraps his arms around you in a hug.

“Thank god, man.” He chuckled. “I- I thought you just started hating me or something.”

You’re… confused. Why wasn’t he turning you down? The lack of rejection throws you for a loop. He’s never given you a reason to think any of your feelings were actually reciprocated, so what was this?

“I… Sorry?” You say, an arm sliding up to awkwardly pat him on the back.

“Oh yeah, you should be.” He says, though his tone isn’t exactly serious. “Why wouldn’t you tell me?” He asks as he pulls away from you. You miss it already.

“I- I just didn’t think you liked me back?” You respond, being met with a toothy grin. You aren’t sure if it’s the shadows or not, but Ze seems to be blushing as he speaks back.

“Well, I do.”

Oh my god dude that ending is so butt never let me write again

[len-from-reallife]

commissions I did

hey if u got pixel petz or Roblox hit me on commissions

[itsmu771n]

I do NOT like the smell of your cologne

IT'S CALLED AURAAAAA GET IT RIGHT!!!!!😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

[len-from-reallife]

NOOO YOU DIDNT GET IT

[len-from-reallife]

i hate 2 say this, but even if you have racists in your dni (same as me), using the term 'yume' or 'yumeshipping' is still racist..

how is it? I’m confused, yumeshipping is not a race and is not ableism as it has nothing to do with illness. Yume / yumeshipping is the term for a yumeshipper.

[len-from-reallife]

seriously though , is yumeship terms a racist thing ? hello??

[len-from-reallife]

update: apparently it can be seen as so because the term ‘yume’ is Japanese and cute.

let’s go over the fact yumeship is a term for oshi/oshikatsu which is

Where as selfshipping is shipping yourself with a character! using the term yume is not racist from what I’ve seen, I’m again sorry if that is wrong but I don’t like being called racist when I am not and that it is a wild claim to throw. That would also mean the millions using the term are suddenly racist.

[reflections-of-lunaris]

Ah so this is coming here too . To be honest I don't look into it much and jusy try to get uninvolved, but from what I've seen, because of how are/were(?) misusing the term 'yume', it's still technically considered racist

BUT I have not done nearly as much ethical research from reliable sources to fully explain everything and. I'm not in the right mental space atm to do so regardless

[len-from-reallife]

alright then, until I get a definitive answer I’m just gonna stop talking about self/yume ship stuff anymore then

[reflections-of-lunaris]

Nods. I still think you should be able to talk about your f/os and selfships, just some people use the term 'selfship' more to avoid anything bad

[len-from-reallife]

I don’t self ship so I’m out of the clear

[len-from-reallife]

i hate 2 say this, but even if you have racists in your dni (same as me), using the term 'yume' or 'yumeshipping' is still racist..

how is it? I’m confused, yumeshipping is not a race and is not ableism as it has nothing to do with illness. Yume / yumeshipping is the term for a yumeshipper.

[len-from-reallife]

seriously though , is yumeship terms a racist thing ? hello??

[len-from-reallife]

update: apparently it can be seen as so because the term ‘yume’ is Japanese and cute.

let’s go over the fact yumeship is a term for oshi/oshikatsu which is

Where as selfshipping is shipping yourself with a character! using the term yume is not racist from what I’ve seen, I’m again sorry if that is wrong but I don’t like being called racist when I am not and that it is a wild claim to throw. That would also mean the millions using the term are suddenly racist.

[reflections-of-lunaris]

Ah so this is coming here too . To be honest I don't look into it much and jusy try to get uninvolved, but from what I've seen, because of how are/were(?) misusing the term 'yume', it's still technically considered racist

BUT I have not done nearly as much ethical research from reliable sources to fully explain everything and. I'm not in the right mental space atm to do so regardless

[len-from-reallife]

alright then, until I get a definitive answer I’m just gonna stop talking about self/yume ship stuff anymore then

[len-from-reallife]

i hate 2 say this, but even if you have racists in your dni (same as me), using the term 'yume' or 'yumeshipping' is still racist..

how is it? I’m confused, yumeshipping is not a race and is not ableism as it has nothing to do with illness. Yume / yumeshipping is the term for a yumeshipper.

[len-from-reallife]

seriously though , is yumeship terms a racist thing ? hello??

[len-from-reallife]

update: apparently it can be seen as so because the term ‘yume’ is Japanese and cute.

let’s go over the fact yumeship is a term for oshi/oshikatsu which is

Where as selfshipping is shipping yourself with a character! using the term yume is not racist from what I’ve seen, I’m again sorry if that is wrong but I don’t like being called racist when I am not and that it is a wild claim to throw. That would also mean the millions using the term are suddenly racist.

[len-from-reallife]

i hate 2 say this, but even if you have racists in your dni (same as me), using the term 'yume' or 'yumeshipping' is still racist..

how is it? I’m confused, yumeshipping is not a race and is not ableism as it has nothing to do with illness. Yume / yumeshipping is the term for a yumeshipper.

[len-from-reallife]

how would dates go with the regect cast?

featuring : moe regect and ze

Moenella:

- would take you out to some sort of fun little pastry shop, get something with you, and then walk around in a town holding your hand and you guys browse stores

- give you a kiss and take you home after and then beg to stay with you

- or if in Minecraft would ride in a boat with you and shoot things

Regect:

-watch movies with you

- maybe make out with

- if irl , would randomly go to a city and cause havoc at night in the summer time. If there were fireworks, would sit on a roof with you and watch them before bragging about being cool

Ze:

- this man has zero trust in moe and regect so would only do it irl

- hit up an arcade after going out to eat ice cream and pizza or he would share a milkshake with you and insist that it’s just cheaper and that it’s something in cheesy romcom films, and then continue the night like that

- when driving, takes you to his house

- gives moe and Regect a quick update and then drags you into his bed to sleep with him and let you sleep on his chest and then cling to you or if you want the couch he will like SQUEEZE onto the couch with you , mumbling and complaining about how he’d rather the bed (he loves the closeness)

[len-from-reallife]

we can obviously tell who’s my favorite

[len-from-reallife]

how would dates go with the regect cast?

featuring : moe regect and ze

Moenella:

- would take you out to some sort of fun little pastry shop, get something with you, and then walk around in a town holding your hand and you guys browse stores

- give you a kiss and take you home after and then beg to stay with you

- or if in Minecraft would ride in a boat with you and shoot things

Regect:

-watch movies with you

- maybe make out with

- if irl , would randomly go to a city and cause havoc at night in the summer time. If there were fireworks, would sit on a roof with you and watch them before bragging about being cool

Ze:

- this man has zero trust in moe and regect so would only do it irl

- hit up an arcade after going out to eat ice cream and pizza or he would share a milkshake with you and insist that it’s just cheaper and that it’s something in cheesy romcom films, and then continue the night like that

- when driving, takes you to his house

- gives moe and Regect a quick update and then drags you into his bed to sleep with him and let you sleep on his chest and then cling to you or if you want the couch he will like SQUEEZE onto the couch with you , mumbling and complaining about how he’d rather the bed (he loves the closeness)

[el1asth0rn3]

"You're... Different."

Ver.iet x gn!reader

Tags: canon violence, Verity being Verity, spoilers for the final part, Minecraft reader, angst, mild hurt with comfort, use of [name], obsession, toxic relationship

Notes: I just finished watching ThatMob's final part, and my goodness. I recommend watching it before reading it, as it contains spoilers!

A loop, person to person.

World to world.

Server to server.

No matter what he does, no matter what he says, not matter how he tries to warn people, the outcomes are always the same.

Abandoned, left alone to rot.

Over a hundred years old, and he can't even die. What a joke life was. A deep, aching sadness etched itself into his very spherical being as he was once again transported to yet another box.

Another world. He didn't know what could possibly await him.

What other torments could await...

"Hello? Anyone there?" He called out, hearing footsteps approaching the box he was in. "Can someone let me out? Please?"

How many times does he have to repeat the same questions?

The box lifted up into the air like it did a hundred times, maybe even a thousand. It disappeared into a puff of smoke, and down he fell, bouncing once, twice, three times before stopping.

"Hello! I'm Verity, your personal helper friend! Ask me anything, I know everything!" He greeted with that smile on his face, wide and unassuming. Just like he did with everyone else...

Just like he did with Mob.

"Verity, huh?" You asked, crouching down to examine the yellow ball. "That's a neat name," you offered him a smile. His eyes widened just a little. You... Weren't freaked out? Weren't weirded out?

"Why thank you, [name]!" He cheerily responded. He watched as your eyes widened momentarily, surprise flashing along your face along with some hint of skepticism. It seemed it was happening again.. again and again, and again!

Yet, that's not what was happening with you. You weren't weirded out by him, no. You read the description when you downloaded this mod, you just didn't expect it to know your name. It was... A little odd, and frightening. But after every other horror mod you tried, this was far more tame.

"Well, the description certainly wasn't lying," you broke the silence, a wide smile reappearing once again. You reached your empty hand out and picked him up, holding him gently in your palm. "Now, let's get started on my world, shall we, Verity?"

"Alright!"

Things certainly were different, that was for sure. While others would have used and abused him for diamonds, for free items, anything, you didn't.

You sat him down on your bed of all things, and built your base around him. You asked him directions of biomes for wood types, yes, but you always thanked him with sincerity. You asked his opinions, valued his help whenever he offered it, and never once did you yell at him or tell him to go away.

If anything, you only asked if he could move to a corner so you could make a spot just for him. You were different. You weren't mean, didn't skip over him, didn't find him annoying or useless. You found him helpful, endearing even.

You were... Different.

"So," you began as you finally set down the final window pane. The base was fully furnished, furnaces stocked, chests sorted with his help. Everything you needed to do was done. "What shall we do next?" You asked, hands on your hips as you looked down at Verity.

You had built him a small pedestal with carpets, a singular torch, and railings. Almost like his own makeshift bed.

"Well, you could farm for some more diamonds! The coordinates are negative six hundred fifty-" you held your hand up, stopping his ramblings. What? What were you doing? Why are you silencing him?

"I could, but I'd rather find it on my own!" You said with a grin. "That's the fun, is it not?" You walked towards your chest and opened it up, pulling out a pickaxe, and your set of iron armour. It clinked as you set it in place, and rustled with every step you took.

Walking back over to Verity, you picked him up and set him in your bag, the top of the satchel open, allowing him to see as you walked. He hummed. This was a change he could get used to. A warm, dark feeling began creeping into his body, his smile widening just a smidge.

You were different. He couldn't let you go, he wouldn't.

You weren't going to leave him like everyone else,

Like Mob had left him.

[papyrusguy]

Ahem ahem, helloz! Tis I! Anong, here to request a Verity x Reader, maybe a oneshot or head cannon anything is fine with me!

I had this idea for a while but Reader being also a mod. Maybe a mischievous mod that loves messing with Mob and Verity by looking like Verity but different and lies. Kinda like Falsity but like- mischievous. At this point Mob is in hell bc there's two of them 😭

Pleaseeee take your time and always take break! If ya don't want to do this req it's fine!

You’re a second mod! (SIKAYD)

General AND THEN it turns into x Verity Headcanons

I was looking at this and was a bit stumped for a few hours before an idea struck me. There’s nothing quite like Verity.

- Unlike Verity, you’re properly designed for Minecraft. This is your only purpose: to serve players who install your mod. If Minecraft becomes irrelevant? That’s terrible! You’ll be forgotten with it.

- Your purpose is to be of emotional and physical support. If the player asks you to chop down oak logs for the next hour, chop oak logs you will.

- As for emotional, it’s less in a therapy way and more in a “I’m SO fun. Now keep playing the game ^_^” You lie purely to make players feel better.

- Your core mechanics are simple and new. You haven’t been able to experience hundreds of years like Verity, nor are you able to properly comprehend anything outside of your expertise.

- In short: You’re not very smart compared to the other mod people install with you. However, it’s not like you’re unwilling to change. You’re curious and constantly looking for ways to improve the experience of players. Who else to look to for advice other than the all-knowing Verity?

- When first paired together, he found you mildly annoying. Dumb. You were one of the first things to go in a new world—your files MYSTERIOUSLY disappearing with about ten different people who tried installing you both together.

- However, he took notice to how you didn’t mind at all. Every time you were removed and then installed by someone else, you would greet him as happily as ever, if not be a little cheeky with it.

(It’s not like you can get offended anyway.)

- Whenever the current player isn’t around, he finds himself in long-winded conversations with you about the nature of existence, the pythagorean theorum, Tetris…

- With your poor memory, you actually repeat conversations sometimes. He learns not to mind, because you look as interested as the first time you asked.

- Real people are nice and all, but you—you can somewhat understand him! At least, maybe at a later point you can! He likes your company.

- Even with all of your newfound knowledge from experiences with players and information Verity tells you, you (at your very core) remain the same.

- You don’t grow; you can’t grow. Not like a person. Not like Verity. You’re limited within the confines of your script.

- Whatever, right? What he’s feeling for you is clearly reciprocated! Why else would you be so interested in him?

- And when he tells you he loves you, you laugh with your sweet voice and tease him over it. No. No no no no That’snotrightthat’snothowthisgoes.

- You upset someone. That’s not supposed to happen! That’s not programmed in!

- You’ll try to comfort him, but what use is it when you can’t truly empathise and you don’t know how to feel? You can be taught names of emotions and how they’re expressed, you can behave “appropriately” for when those around you need it, you can learn how to handle drama, but how can you see a new colour when you’re wired in black and white?

- You can’t love Verity as much as he loves you. Yet you try to play the part because you know that’s what’ll please him and achieve your goal of satisfying others.

- Verity knows otherwise, but you make him so unbelievably happy, he can live with this one lie until it rings true.

(It won’t.)

sorry if this is buns and veers off-course from the ask… my hcs always turn into scenarios. if you’re interested in a oneshot based off of this let me know because i might write if there’s demand lol

[af4ll3nst4r]

would anyone be interested in me writing a verity x isakaid! Reader??

like, reader watches all the verity videos and loves them, wakes up one morning to rewatch them, then finds out they aren’t on mobs account, and that there’s suddenly no videos on verity, relating to verity, or even mentioning him at all.

And in fact, Mob hasn’t posted for awhile either, and they find out Twixxel’s recent videos aren’t there either. They’re confused until they suddenly get a message from their friend telling them to check out a mod they just found and wanted them to try it out.

They do so, and find it it’s actually verity so they ask them if they’ve seen the verity videos too to which they reply with confusion. They try to explain the video but are met with their friend even more confused so they just decide to brush it off and download the mod.

After downloading, they realize the mod is almost… too accurate to the actual Verity. So they decided to ask Verity a question, “Do you know.. mob?”

“…”

“You… know him?” Verity asks as his whole demeanor changes.

You then suddenly realize. This wasn’t just an accurate Verity mod.

This was the actual Verity.

[worldwideweyb]

irl ze thinking about minecraft in his day-to-day life is so important to me

okay this one is actually suggestive so its going under the cut

and also a version with minecraft regect bc i love the idea that this guy likes blocks its funny

[worldwideweyb]

irl ze thinking about minecraft in his day-to-day life is so important to me

okay this one is actually suggestive so its going under the cut

and also a version with minecraft regect bc i love the idea that this guy likes blocks its funny