I really love drawing, it’s one of my favorite things to do, and I spend quite a lot of time sketching whenever I can. Sometimes I also enjoy writing too, even if I don’t do it very often.
I should mention that my English isn’t perfect yet, so I might make mistakes or struggle to find the right words sometimes.
On top of that, I’m pretty socially awkward; I tend to get nervous or anxious when talking to people, and I’m not always sure how to keep conversations going or respond in the best way.
I’d be really grateful if you could be a little patient with me.
꒰ ⸝⸝ Note : Everything written here is purely fictional and made solely for entertainment purposes. Any harmful, violent, or toxic behavior shown here should never be romanticized or normalized in real life. This applies only to the character GroxMC, and in no way reflects the real-life creator or the actual people behind it. ⸝⸝ ꒱
If Grox were a yandere, it would not be the shy, desperate type that hides in the shadows or begs for attention. This is Grox, the self-proclaimed God of his world, and his obsession would be as grand, unapologetic, and absolute as his rule over the Minecraft world.
It would not be slow or gradual obsession at all. One moment you are just another person in his world, the next he looks at you and something clicks, he decides instantly that you are his, and once that choice is made, there is no going back.
At first, he would not understand it himself. He would be confused, even annoyed, by these strange new feelings. why does he cares so much if you are safe, why he gets angry when someone else makes you laugh, why he would rather destroy his own empire than see you leave.
To everyone else, he is exactly what he has always been: the ruthless conqueror who kills millions without a second thought, who blows up cities for fun, and who demands total obedience from every living thing. But you? You are the only exception to every rule he has ever made, the only being he sees as equal to his own greatness, and the only thing in existence he would never destroy, never harm, and never let slip away from his grasp.
His love would be overwhelming, terrifying, and utterly devoted. He would burn the whole world down if it meant keeping you safe, and he would kill anyone who even dared to look at you the wrong way, all while acting like he is doing you the greatest honor imaginable by choosing you as his.
He would never ask for your love; he would expect it, yet he would also be confused, even offended, if you ever seemed afraid of him, because in his mind, he is giving you more than any king or god ever could: he is giving you his full attention, his protection, his wealth, and a place at the very top of his empire, a privilege no one else has ever earned.
He would be equal parts controlling and surprisingly indulgent. He would decide who you speak to, where you go, and what you do, yet he would also grant you every single thing you ask for, no matter how grand or foolish. If you wanted a mountain carved into your name, he would blow up three villages to do it; if you wanted every flower in the game, he would enslave hundreds of villagers to pick them all for you; if you said you disliked someone, that person would vanish before you finished speaking.
He treats you like royalty, better than any king or queen. Every treasure he steals, every emerald he hoards, every statue he builds is first and foremost for you. He will tear down a monument made in his own honor just to build you a bigger, better one in its place. He will give you his weapons, his armor, his wealth, and his throne. Anything you want, it is yours before you can even finish asking. He will still demand taxes and obedience from everyone else, but for you? You never have to ask permission for anything, ever.
His jealousy is not petty or insecure. It is the outrage of a king who saw someone try to steal his crown. If someone looks at you too long, a player flirts with you, or a rival tries to take you away, Grox will not hesitate to make an example of them, and he will do it right in front of you so you know exactly what happens to anyone who tries to take what is his.
He stays just as reckless and chaotic as he always was, but now he drags you into the fun instead of doing it alone, whether you like it or not. He will take you to watch him blow up a village, make you light the fuse on the biggest TNT pile, stand right next to him on the throne while he declares war on entire nations, or force you to choose who gets to live and who gets to run from his games.
If you ever try to escape or run from him, Grox will immediately send hundreds of enslaved villagers, plus all his best hunters to hunt you down. He will chase you across every biome, through every cave, and across every ocean. He will not stop until he drags you back to where he wants you. Good luck, you’re definitely going to need it.
Quincy falling in love with you would be one of the most endearing, chaotic, and heartwarming experiences imaginable, because everything about his personality, his pride, his insecurity, his terrible habit of hiding his true feelings behind sarcasm, and his absolute inexperience with genuine kindness and affection would turn this into a struggle he is completely, hopelessly unprepared for.
He has spent his whole life being treated either with flattery that comes with an agenda, or resentment because of his name; nobody has ever really looked past his title to see him, and so when you, who challenged him, who stood your ground against him, who treated him fairly even when he was being insufferable, and who never once asked anything of him just because his father is rich, become the most important person in his world, he does not even understand what he is feeling at first.
He would be confused, defensive, and utterly flustered, because this is not something he can buy, not something he can order, and not something his status can win him; for the first time in his life, he wants someone to like him simply for him, and that terrifies him more than any boss battle or legendary Doodle ever could.
At the very beginning, Quincy would have absolutely no clue what is happening to him.
He would notice that his heart races whenever you walk into the room, that he finds himself watching you when he thinks no one is looking, that he gets unreasonably jealous when you spend too much time laughing with someone else, and that he goes out of his way to seek you out even when he pretends he just happened to be passing by.
He would tell himself it is annoyance, or rivalry, or that he is simply keeping an eye on his greatest competitor, and he would insist on this so fiercely that he almost convinces himself, even as Portia rolls her eyes and teases him relentlessly, pointing out that “normal rivals do not stare at someone for ten minutes straight while pretending they are checking their map.”
He would be in complete denial, scoffing at the very idea and claiming he has far more important things to worry about, yet every time you speak to him kindly, every time you ask for his opinion rather than ignoring him, every time you trust him despite knowing who his father is, the walls he built around himself would crack just a little bit more, until eventually he could no longer pretend.
When the realization finally hits him, likely in a quiet moment, perhaps after you defended him when others were speaking ill of his family name, or after you shared food with him when he had nothing, or simply because you smiled at him and he felt like he could not breathe, he would panic. Truly, completely panic.
He would avoid you for days, making up terrible excuses, because he is terrified of what this means and even more terrified that you will reject him, that you will laugh at him, or worse, that you will only ever see him as the spoiled, arrogant heir, and never as the person he tries so hard to be when he is around you.
He is convinced he is not good enough for you, that he is too proud, too prickly, too sheltered, too used to getting his own way, and this deep-seated insecurity would torment him, because you are the one person who makes him want to be better, kinder, stronger, and someone worthy of standing beside you.
Once he can no longer deny his feelings, Quincy becomes an absolute mess whenever you are near, though he tries desperately to hide it behind his usual cool demeanor, and fails miserably. His face will flush bright red whenever you stand too close, or brush against his arm, or call him by his name instead of his last name or some teasing nickname, and he will stammer or snap at nothing at all, just to cover up how flustered he is.
He will still insult you and bicker with you like always, it is his love language, after all, but his words will lose their bite, and he will immediately backtrack if he thinks he hurt your feelings, muttering awkward apologies and looking away like he is ashamed.
He will never admit he is doing nice things for you, either: if he buys you supplies, he will claim they were extras he did not need; if he heals your Doodles, he will say he was just passing through and had nothing better to do; if he waits for you when you fall behind, he will insist he was not waiting at all, he was just… checking the area. For safety. Obviously.
Quincy is absolutely terrible at saying how he feels, so instead he shows you in every way he knows how, through quiet, consistent acts of care that reveal exactly what you mean to him.
He will let you walk on the safer side of the path, share his food without being asked, stay up late keeping watch so you can sleep peacefully, carry your heavy bag when you are not looking, and leave useful items or your favorite treats where you will find them, never mentioning that he was the one who left them.
He listens to you, truly listens, remembering things you said in passing, valuing your opinions even when they differ from his, and actually changing his mind when you make a good point, which is something he does for absolutely no one else.
He slowly drops his defenses around you, too: he stops acting like everything is beneath him, he admits when he is wrong, he even admits when he is scared, and letting anyone see him vulnerable is the hardest thing he could ever do, which makes it all the more meaningful that he chooses to show you that side of himself.
He also becomes painfully self-aware around you, constantly worrying if he is being too arrogant, too rude, or too spoiled. He will catch himself ordering people around or complaining about hardship and immediately stop, because he wants to be someone you can be proud of, someone who deserves to stand beside you rather than behind his family’s name.
He tries to be better, to be kinder, to be stronger, not because anyone told him to, but because he wants to be the kind of person you would choose to be with.
Yandere behaviour, Possessive & controlling behavior, Power imbalance, Implied ownership of a person, Threats & violence, Aggression & intimidation, Typical canon Grox behaviour.
꒰ ⸝⸝ Note : Everything written here is purely fictional and made solely for entertainment purposes. Any harmful, violent, or toxic behavior shown here should never be romanticized or normalized in real life. This applies only to the character GroxMC, and in no way reflects the real-life creator or the actual people behind it. ⸝⸝ ꒱
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If Grox were a yandere, he would not be the quiet, shy, desperate type that hides in the shadows or begs for attention. This is Grox, the self-proclaimed God of his world, and his obsession would be as grand, unapologetic, and absolute as his rule over the Minecraft world.
It would not be slow or gradual obsession at all. One moment you are just another person in his world, the next he looks at you and something clicks, he decides instantly that you are his, and once that choice is made, there is no going back.
To everyone else, he is exactly what he has always been: the ruthless conqueror who kills millions without a second thought, who blows up cities for fun, and who demands total obedience from every living thing. But you? You are the only exception to every rule he has ever made, the only being he sees as equal to his own greatness, the only being in all of existence worthy to stand beside him, and the only thing in the universe he would never, ever share with anyone else.
His love would be overwhelming, terrifying, and utterly devoted. He would burn the whole world down if it meant keeping you safe, and he would kill anyone who even dared to look at you the wrong way, all while acting like he is doing you the greatest honor imaginable by choosing you as his.
He would never ask for your love; he expects it, and considers it owed to him. As surely as villagers pay taxes, as surely as the world bows before him, so too does he believe your heart belongs to him by right.
He would be equal parts controlling and surprisingly indulgent. He would decide who you speak to, where you go, and what you do, yet he would also grant you every single thing you ask for, no matter how grand or foolish. If you wanted a mountain carved into your name, he would blow up three villages to do it; if you wanted every flower in the game, he would enslave hundreds of villagers to pick them all for you; if you said you disliked someone, that person would vanish before you finished speaking.
He treats you like royalty, better than any king or queen. Every treasure he steals, every emerald he hoards, every statue he builds is first and foremost for you. He will tear down a monument made in his own honor just to build you a bigger, better one in its place. He will give you his weapons, his armor, his wealth, and his throne. Anything you want, it is yours before you can even finish asking.
Make no mistake, for all his devotion, Grox is still Grox: arrogant, controlling, and utterly incapable of sharing what he considers his. And you are his, your body, heart, soul, and every breath you take. He does not see this as jealousy or control; he sees it as fact. You are the most precious, perfect, wonderful being in all of existence, why would you ever speak to anyone else? Why would you ever look at anyone else? Why would you ever need anyone else when you have him?
His possessiveness is grand, dramatic, and terrifyingly absolute. If someone so much as looks at you too long, speaks to you too kindly, or dares to make you laugh when Grox did not, that person is gone, vanished, executed, or blown to ash before the sun sets. Grox will not hesitate to make an example of them, and he will do it right in front of you. And he expects you to understand, because in his mind, it is only right. No one touches what belongs to Grox. And you belong to him more than anything else ever has.
He now drags you into the fun instead of doing it alone, whether you like it or not. He will take you to watch him blow up a village, make you light the fuse on the biggest TNT pile, stand right next to him on the throne while he declares war on entire nations, or force you to choose who gets to live and who gets to run from his games.
If you ever try to escape or run from him, Grox will immediately send hundreds of enslaved villagers, plus all his best hunters to hunt you down. He will chase you across every biome, through every cave, and across every ocean. He will not stop until he drags you back to where he wants you. Good luck, you’re definitely going to need it.
