WARNING: this account features dark themes, art, and writing, including but not limited to: horror, body horror, abuse, torture, possession, cannibalism, and murder. if these are themes you are discomforted by, or don't enjoy interacting with, kindly scroll past :) or block the tag, "shadowknightapologist"!
cain ;; klown ;; hyena (ranked by preference)
she ;; they ;; poem ;; hyena
ABOUT THIS ACCOUNT ⁀➴ˎˊ˗
this is my aphmau fanwork account, specifically for Minecraft Diaries! it's very dear to me, as i grew up with it, and unfortunately, i tend to be most critical of medias i love... so here i'll fill in any holes and create subplots that only benefit me until i forget that it's not canon /silly.
i may touch on some of the other roleplays (mainly PDH and Mystreet, just bc of the idea of reincarnations/descendants) but i'm not 100% sure. if i do, you'll see tags for it here!
alsoo here's your warning: i do oc x canon so if you don't like that, this probably isn't the rewrite for you </3
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#shadowknightapologist ;; #[ 👻 ] = attached to all my posts!
#cainverse = attached to all my aphmau headcanons and rewrite information!
#minecraft diaries rewrite ;; #[ 👑 ] = tags for the rewrite specifically!
having crazy lore brain. the dots are connecting. i think for me, s1 will be building character significance/world lore... specifically i imagine that gene will be tracking eurydice (or, more accurately, "eirene") which is what keeps zenix, sasha, and especially gene around where she is all the time. mostly i think he's just learning about them, but he gets meaner towards the end because he's mad salty about laurance escaping 💀
ALSO this is why vylad was staying around bc he was like. STRESSED ASF why is the shadowlord's favorite possession puppet hanging around
anyway this post is also for saying gene functions similar to big cats in that he's an ambush predator. he prefers to catch people off-guard; he's remarkably silent and well-concealed for what a dark presence he has
man college has been cray cray. i don't suspect ppl pay much attention to this blog but im hopingggg to do a revival this summer and also tighten up my story.. i think i had too many ideas so im gonna have to, uh, cull some of them 🤡
stay strong aphmau fans 💚 our delusions can work wonders
listen. i've had the first aphmau thought in five hundred years. listen. what if aphmau was just some crazy ass woman living in the woods surrounding phoenix drop 💀💀 like castor. and that's the real reason they were so reluctant to let her in at first /silly
do you guys ever think about how like. genuinely terrifying her pregnancy and alina's childhood could have been for aphmau?? LIKE let's pretend the world wasn't falling apart around her (politically, personally, existentially): yeah, aphmau had three kids before then, two of which she'd had since they were very little, but she had way more help then. she had a LITERAL village helping her out with levin, and the main gang (especially aaron) aiding her with lilith.
but alina is the first child aphmau was pregnant with, and she went through it mostly alone (after aaron's death, laurance's departure, and garroth being distant). there are so many things she's never experienced before?? nausea, feet swelling, back aches, changing senses, etc.? not to mention the political ramifications of the famous lord of phoenix drop having a child out of wedlock and then being widowed (WHICH probably isn't as much of an issue in canon!diaries as much as it is in my rewrite, since i focus on misogyny).
also like. i feel like levin and lilith were young, yes, but not NEWBORNS. in my head, they were probably 6 months old MINIMUM. aphmau created a baby from scratch, which she's never done, went through all the motions alone, and then had to work through motherhood from a day old baby to a three year old toddler.
IDK!!! this post might not make a lot of sense. MCD!aphmau the woman that you are. i love you.
@cainxxremains requested: begging for MCD gene,,, leaning towards tea and i don't have a preference for cream or cinnamon. AS FOR PROMPTS i'm thinking pumpkin bread, apple turnover, or roasted marshmallows :0
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: romantic tension, hurt/comfort, reader is sick & warm by a fire
𝐚/𝐧: since i completed a order for for pumpkin bread with mcd gene, i went ahead and just did the apple turnover and roasted marshmallows :3 hope you like it! also, i lost your request in my inbox, i’m so sorry??? i’m glad i saved this in my docs drafts omg
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
Your head spins as you kneel to the ground, fingers brushing against the rough bark of the logs you’d just dropped in your rather unfortunate trip to the ground. Snow soaks into your clothes where your knees dig into the earth, huffs of vapor leaving your lips as you try to control the black that was threatening to overtake your vision. All you needed was a little firewood, but it seems you were too weak to even do that on your own, whatever sickness you were fighting off more serious than you had initially taken it.
“What are you doing out here?” Gene’s voice startles you, sharp and stern.
With a grimace, you squint up at his towering figure. You hadn’t even heard him coming—not a crunch of a footstep in the snow or an exhale from his lungs from the long journey. Somehow, he always managed to sneak up on you like this, saving you from the trouble you’d gotten yourself into. His arms are crossed, brows furrowed as he looks down at your rather pathetic form shivering in the cold.
“I told you not to go out and exert yourself,” he continues, voice almost blank.
“You were gone for a while after I woke up. I thought you’d left for a few days again.” You cough, black spots taking over and making you hunch over for a moment, leaving Gene’s boots in your vision. They’re a bit dirty, and a few dark red splatters drip down the leather. “…I was cold.”
You don’t have time to question the suspicious substance on his shoes as strong hands hook around your arms, pulling you up onto your feet. You groan as unconsciousness nearly takes you, but before you could tumble over again, he scoops your legs from under you and hoists you up against his chest with a sigh. It feels like cotton has been stuffed in your ears, and you try not to panic as you fight off fainting.
“Why… humans… so weak? I should just…” He mumbles as he walks, and you barely pick up the words over his raspy tone. “But last time… didn’t like it.”
…What?
Your back finds the cot he had practically kept you prisoner on since he’d visited and found you unwell, right by the fireplace where a sad-looking pile of charcoal and ashes lay.
“I said I was getting medicine and took care of the doctor who gave you the wrong herbs.” He says, clicking his tongue in displeasure when he looks around to see that he hadn’t left any wood inside for you when you woke up. He must not have planned to be gone as long as he was.
“…Took care of him?” you wheeze, unable to ignore the small inkling of unease despite your dazed state, already forgetting his previous strange words.
“…I talked with him.” His eyes flick to you, nose wrinkling. “You should be worried more about your own health than that worthless man, anyway.”
You can’t shake off the vision of what so clearly must have been blood on his shoes, but you can’t find any words to confront him, instead staring up at him in your disbelief. He huffs, pointing at you like a disobedient child as he walks back to the door.
“Stay. There.”
You offer a wheezy cough in return, left in silence as he shuts you away from the harsh weather. The ceiling spins, and you curse at your lungs as they punish you for even attempting to stand earlier, let alone do any physical work. You feel miserable, so while that voice in the back of your head tells you something is off about the man you’d let into your life so closely, you’re more focused on the warm feeling in your chest at the fact that he came back to take care of you. So often did he have to leave for “mercenary duties” that you’d see him only for a few days before he’d go for weeks at a time, letting you in close and pulling at your heartstrings before leaving you wanting for his presence. But he’s stayed for a whole week now, and you can’t help but smile deliriously at the fact.
Gene returns with a pile of wood in his arms a minute later—he must’ve gotten dry ones from your stock outside rather than the ones you’d fumbled to the ground just outside the door. He kneels by the fireplace, stoking up the dying embers and glancing back at you. Many times, you’ve seen his eyes go terrifyingly cold towards others, but there’s a spark there that warms the dark blue hue like the fire in the hearth. Sometimes, you swear you could see a twinge of red in the hue, but it would return back to the color of a dazzling night sky before you could question it, and you’d be hypnotized once again.
“Why are you smiling like that?” he turns to you, inching closer to your side and leaning over you on the cot.
You feel a twinge of embarrassment, feeling caught, but it's better to just admit your thoughts from before than suffer his sarcastic teasing in the state you were in.
“Because you came back.”
A moment passes where he observes your face, his lips parting and eyes narrowing, before he shakes his head.
“I’m not going to leave you like this,” he scoffs.
“So you’ll leave once I’m better.” Despite the uncomfortable cold sweats heading down the back of your neck, you’re slightly grateful that it’s kept him here for this long.
He sighs, looking at the wall. His silence gives your answer.
“I wish you’d stay,” you mutter, feverish delirium overtaking your usual hesitations. “With me.”
His jaw clenches before he looks back down at you, eyes muddled with an indescribable emotion. “Trust me, if you let me in that close, you’d regret it.”
“…Then when I’m better, I want to leave with you. To go where you go.”
“No.” His response is quick, stern. “That can’t happen, either. It’s not safe. And unless...”
He trails off, eyes possessively raking across your form. His calloused fingers brush along the delicate skin of your throat, the stiff, roughness that almost seemed inhuman sending a shiver across your skin. Or maybe it’s the fever getting to you.
“Unless…?” you croak.
He’s quiet for another few beats, and you frustratingly have no clue what his inner monologue could be, no matter how hard you try to decipher it through his face.
“Focus on getting better. Then we can talk about these things.” You have a feeling he’ll come up with more excuses by then, but you have no energy to argue when he stands, walking to your kitchen and ending the conversation with finality. “I’ll make you your favorite soup and prepare your medicine.”
my dead shadowknight post brought up some concerns that i wanna respond to :3
WARNINGS FOR: brief mentions of misogyny, drugging, human trafficking, horror, body horror, torture, murder, and sexual assault.
anyway if you're new to my blog i write about a lot of dark shit? shadowknights are cannibals in my rewrite. gene is a fucking freak and torments dante for like a week by leaving headless things on his doorstep. shadowknights get parasites. the nether is a living organism so the entire realm is like,, meat and flesh and bone and blood. i'm not sure if i've said this, but shadowknight bodies usually fall apart so they can be remade stronger, like molting for a spider.
i love minecraft diaries, but in my head it's dark all on its own? like there are quite a few rape implications (gene and the lord's daughter, and i think i've seen some convos about michi being implied to have assaulted laurance asp? not sure but yeah), drugging + human trafficking, misogyny, torture, murder, even killing your OWN kid (irene and her daughter), etc.
i know full-well that what i write about is dark, but that's why i always put warnings at the top of my post so people can avoid it. if people feel like my warnings are inaccurate, or that i should start putting them in the tags, please let me know! because i'm more than willing to do that so people can be safe and selective about the material they're consuming.
anyway sorry this is rambly!! again i'm not mad :) i'm going to put a warning on my introduction post, but from here on out: if dark themes like murder, cannibalism, body horror, etc. disturb you, this isn't the blog for you!
WARNINGS FOR: snake anatomy/nervous systems, angst, body horror?, death.
i watched a short video about how the nervous system of a snake to programmed to attack at any stimuli (or something like that) because they attack and evade at the same time, so they have to be able to move fast. this is why even dead snakes, decapitated or hollowed out (the video was freaky asf idk why the guy had that ://) or otherwise, well, dead, try to strike.
anyway the reason i'm sharing this is because i think shadowknights are similar. an incapacitated knight will still react to external stimuli and respond aggressively—like when aaron knocks laurance the fuck out in s2 of MCD in scaleswind?? yeah you've solved the issues of a possessed enemy, but now you have an unconscious enemy that DEFINITELY can't rationalize against trying to strike you 💀
dead shadowknights (i.e, those who have had their hearts removed) tend to... flounder for a few moments. they gasp, pant, and grasp at their chests, but they don't feel any pain after the heart is removed, just an absence. as the seconds tick on, they'll begin to tremble and cry, cold to the touch for the first time in decades; sometimes, in that moment right before the final death, they call out for people they used to know. stuff like "mama? mama, it's cold. i'm scared."