This is my first & desperate attempt at moot hunting. Also first year of artfight ! Team comedy~ ♡
Uhm uh. Hi~!!, you can mainly call me Topaz, Void & Caelux but i also go by Phosphorus, S3v3n / 7 or Elphernal. I'm a Capricorn (January 08) and am turning 18 in 5 months,, i have ocd, mdd & gad, might be on the autistic spectrum. I'm (tldr for prns.cc) omniromantic aroacespec and fictorose ! xe/it/voi + *they/them ok !* & YUMESHiPPER (mainly sharing)!
DNI !! basic dni (link), uncensored sh/ed, creepypasta fandom, "gooners" but like as a serious sport, DARKSHIPPERS AGAIN, -13, NSFW / MDNI / 18+ blogs
Do not try to chat me up as a best friend if you're under 16.
i mainly ADORE drawing and making bracelets, connecting dice (59 atm), stickers, Kuromi items (bag, hairtie, 3 small hairpins, 2 keychains, light-up keychain, plushie, 2 notebooks, multi ink pen, pen cap, pencil sharpene, sticker sheet & fidget toy atm), along with drinking water (you should too), making paper stars.
interested in persona [3, 4, 5, 5x], crk, genshin, hsr, wuwa, tfc, yttd, obey me, tgaac, hungry alien,
videos / anime ; 『Alternate Watch, Angels Of Death, A3! Act Addict Actors, Juuni Taisen, Blue Lock (soon)』
roblox ; 『Regretevator (+dateline elevator itchio fangame), adopt me, blocktales, 99nitf, sewh, no mercy, bloxy bingo』
Music artists ; Simon Curtis, Asteria, Kets4eki, 6arelyhuman, d3r, CreepP, Rebzyyx, Ado, And One, Deco*27, Will Stetson, Ayesha Erotica, Will Wood, IDKHBTFM
Songs; 『Headshot & Miss Cons. Theme - Miss Construction
Join Me In Death - HIM
Ego Renegade Boy - Flavor Foley
Secret Garden -EmpathP
I, Dehumanizer - Ft. Adachi Rei
I Wanna Shower - Ft. Adachi Rei
Delete Me - NateWantsToBattle』
Links / Media
『 discord @ cl0wnerism *(please only request if emergency, questions or 16+ for daily chats)
https://topiqiz.straw.page
https://pronouns.cc/@Topiqiz <– flags, xenogenders, yume list
Ver.ity x gn!reader
Synopsis: You installed a gun mod. What could possibly go wrong?
Tags: TACz gun mod, unhealthy obsession, Verity having a humanoid body, swearing, canon violence, heavy angst, minor fluff, panic attack
Notes: this just popped in my head, and oh my god
You've been playing with Verity for the past few months now - from a simple mod you found transformed into a companion you couldn't stay away from. Sure, sometimes he makes you uncomfortable with his remarks, but after playing other horror mods? It's not too bad.
Recently, however, you wanted to try something new. While there was no other horror mod installed, you're tired of pulling out a bow and arrow to always hit mobs from far distances. So, you installed a gun mod.
Nothing bad could ever possibly come out from this decision…
You placed down the gun table with a sigh of relief. After collecting more than enough iron, copper, and gunpowder, you were tired - no, exhausted.
"Hey, Ver!" You called out as you walked into your bedroom, taking off the diamond chestplate. You would have to repair it soon, otherwise it would end up like your shield. Broken, and crumpled into debris.
"Hey, welcome back!" Verity greeted with his warm smile, his yellow circular form sitting on top of his makeshift bed you created for him. "I see you've gathered quite the materials! Going to craft something big?"
His tone was full of curiosity, his black eyes staring at you as you took off the rest of your armor, setting it onto the armor stand you finally crafted. You turned to look at him, wiping the sweat away with the back of your hand.
"Yeah, kind of. Testing out a new mod I downloaded, and its pretty expensive material wise." You walked over to him, and gently gave him a pat on the head. A little tradition you started shortly after installing him.
He leaned into your hand subtly, the feeling of your hand against his smooth exterior was nice and comforting. His smile widened when you pulled away. "Well, glad to hear it! Let me know if you require any assistance!"
You offered him a smile and a nod before leaving the bedroom, heading downstairs to your basement. Here, you kept your workshop. Anvils, blast furnaces, enchantment table, and your gun smithing table.
Chucking the iron ingots and copper ingots into separate blast furnaces, you got to work in reading every crafting recipe the guns. There was a wide variety of weaponry - pistols, snipers, automatic rifles, even rocket launchers. It was quite the assortment. But you weren't interested in explosives, you just needed a simple gun.
A simple pistol.
It took some time to smelt everything and assemble the parts. It took even more to craft a stack of bullets as the recipe was so long, but you were finally done.
You held the cold metal in your hand, looking it over. You placed your finger on the trigger, and pulled it. It let out a faint click, the ammunition sitting on the table, ready to be put inside. You hummed to yourself, grabbing the magazine and sliding it into the pistol, hearing it click.
Spinning it in your hand once, then twice, you clicked the safety on. Sliding it into your satchel, you made your way back up to show Verity the mod. You think he'd like it.
What a horrible decision…
"Hey, Verity!" You called out, opening the bedroom door. You stepped through, looking at the yellow ball sitting so patiently on his bed. "Check this out!"
Everything happened so fast within that moment. One second you pulled out the gun to show him, and the next, you were on the floor, gun thrown away from you, and Verity on top of you with a humanoid form.
Your eyes widened as you stared into his crazed, panicked expression, his eyes wide and black, staring into yours. His shoulders heaved up and down rapidly, breathing so quick you feared he'd pass out. Hyperoxia, what a funny little thing. Passing out and potentially dying from too much oxygen.
"V…Verity?" You shakily called out, looking frantically over his face. "no… no no no…" He was muttering beneath his breath over and over again.
You kept calling for him, but he couldn't hear you. It was like he was submerged into water, every little sound around you both muffled and distorted. High pitched ringing rang in his ears as he remembered what happened last time…
Mob holding that gun, pointing it under his chin…
That horrific pang so loud it echoed throughout the entire laboratory…
The smell of iron, the blood…
He was cold, so cold… So
"V…ty..!"
So cold…
"Ver..ty!"
But, if it was so cold, why was there a warm sensation on his cheeks? Warm… so so warm…
"VERITY!"
He snapped out of his trance, his eyes wide as he stared down at you. You weren't covered in blood, no bullet wound near your head or under your chin. You weren't Mob… You didn't try to…
He released his grip on your shoulders only to grab your jaw, tilting your head up and to the side. You weren't Mob, but he had to check, he had to!
"Verity, stop!" You ordered, one hand moving from his cheek to his wrist, prying it away from your jaw. You looked firmly into his panicked eyes, seeing the genuine fear. "Verity, talk to me, what happened?"
"I…" His breath hitched, tears forming in his eyes. "I…I couldn't, you were… he…" He let out a harsh breath, all but collapsing onto you. He buried his face into your shoulder, taking in your scent. He sobbed, tears flowing from his eyes.
"I-I couldn't let it happen again! I couldn't let someone else leave again! Don't leave, don't leave me! Not like them, not like him!" He sounded so broken.
Your eyebrows furrowed, feeling the tears soaking into your shirt. You wrapped your arms around his shaking figure, pulling him closer. You ignored the weight of his body on top of yours, instead focusing on comforting your friend.
"I'm not going to leave, Verity… I won't leave you."
If only you knew how often those words were uttered, and those promises broken. But there was a small glitter of hope in his chest. Hope that you were serious…
He couldn't let you go - he wouldn't let you go. Not now, not ever. You were different. You were his.
the lonely craving of somebody to care for you, love you, cherish you, obsess over you(..?), you open the direct message box, a person yellow ball jumping out as the box disappears.
"I can feel it. You're doing what they all do. Looking for the exit, every single one of them looks for the-" You refuse to let him find out the truth believe that, trying to convince yourself you also don't want him gone, that you're just petty at something he did, that this will all be okay soon. But who are you kidding ? You can't do this anymore, it's eating you alive (haha get it), you don't want this anymore, you can't-
"Whoever built it, only ever needed me to arrive, not to leave. Did you just- try to get rid of me ?" You feel guilt, fury, anger, frustration. He realized it now ? That you want freedom ? Has he no clue how sick this is to do to somebody ? His screaming of how his own life is unfair, too, makes you believe he has no clue, yet also brings this neverending feeling of guilt back tenfold.
"Do it. Do it if you think that'll work." You point the gun at him, finger itching to pull the trigger. "So that's it ? I'm just- stuck with you ?" ... "You're not stuck ! Let's do this together ! Put the gun down and sta-"
And with it, gone the evidence of his wrongdoings as you deleted your account. Dead to his eyes.
Important ; This is MY interpretation of Verity, there's plenty more good playlists out there, but they did not match my vibes and checking out playlists with too many unknown songs gives me anxiety.
It's implied by Mayor Thaniyel that Griefer is pretty much a decent person before the voice hits him.
I just imagine he would be so chill. Sure, Brad's still a bit aggressive - rough around the edges but once you get to know him, he's a real funny guy.
This is just my hcs, since demo 4 is coming and we gonna see more of him.
Warning: Just my own interpretation of him, scroll if you don't like it / OOC (?)
ROMANTIC HC PART 1 (?):
Loud barking laugh, slapping your back, slapping knees, slapping everything when he's laughing. Shares you his half finished Witch's brew or Bloxy cola. Texting you at 2 in the morning asking to play idfk princess makeup games because he thinks it's funny.
Playfully call you a nerd if you have glasses, despite being a nerd himself. (the cards..). Usually he calls you the same classic 'babe' 'baby' and your name, Brad's suck at petnames BUT if you're into it, he will call you 'Pet' adoringly.
Surprisingly active, it's just that Brad is so unemployed that people think he's cooping himself in his father's basement all the time. He would sometimes force you outside to climbing trees, vine swinging with him at the early morning. Casually go inside your hotel room, dragging you from the comfort of soft blanket and pillows by your ankle.
My dude got that strength for a reason when you battle with him. He's not muscular or anything but i think Brad is more - beefy (like those funny 90's american high school bully sitcoms - or that at least what i imagine). You could never catch up with him when it comes to climbing.
He will pretend to ditch you, ducking out of sight just to freak you out then scares you by appearing from bushes or hanging down from a tree branch. Hopes for you to kiss him when he's upside down.
Stubble, stubble.. Allow you to rub it a couple of time. Would also rub his face on yours, that burn is so worth it. He shaves if you dislike it, if you're not, ohh boy.
Brad is touchy in general, he gotta have his hands on you or else he'll die. Either by soft grazing of his pinkie, slight bump when he's close to you, pulling you by your belt loop ggrgrgrgrrgrgrgrhrhhr. The man will be so overjoyed when you reciprocate his affection.
Loves you so much that he has no clue what to do, gives you some of his valuable cards too, keep them please 💔 he even share you his alt account on games so you guys could play together.
Mayor Thaniyel absolutely adores you, Brad Thaniyel loves you. You get to be invited for dinner everyday and believe it or not but Brad can actually cook (shocker) and get ready for some fair share of embarrassing moments when Mr. Thaniyel caught you being too lovely dovely.
"Young love.." He said with a sigh as he walks away from you about to have hot sexy makeout with him. /JJJJJ
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Thats all bud, you could uhhhhhhhhhhhh request some HCs about him, I'll answer if i feel like it 😛
anyone interested in the polycule of (reader) playerxkyokoxgrieferxfinn for the joy
like sure, maybe a little down time after a sparring match with finn and his gang (or intentionally ragebaiting mid fight probably when it comes to brad) as kyoko—who so happened to be travelling to vermillion village—bandages your wounds while you lean on her for comfort. the other two are bickering lightheartedly and in the meantime you catch up with your girlfriend and her travels as she goes on about the discoveries she’s made.
the other two chime in from time to time while attending to their own businesses and you all fall asleep on each other from exhaustion (its hot as fuck but its ok thats 3 baddies on top of you while you sleep)
i reject rewrite kyoko shes still a traveller in my heart. oh and im so gay what do you call this square
It's implied by Mayor Thaniyel that Griefer is pretty much a decent person before the voice hits him.
I just imagine he would be so chill. Sure, Brad's still a bit aggressive - rough around the edges but once you get to know him, he's a real funny guy.
This is just my hcs, since demo 4 is coming and we gonna see more of him.
Warning: Just my own interpretation of him, scroll if you don't like it / OOC (?)
ROMANTIC HC PART 1 (?):
Loud barking laugh, slapping your back, slapping knees, slapping everything when he's laughing. Shares you his half finished Witch's brew or Bloxy cola. Texting you at 2 in the morning asking to play idfk princess makeup games because he thinks it's funny.
Playfully call you a nerd if you have glasses, despite being a nerd himself. (the cards..). Usually he calls you the same classic 'babe' 'baby' and your name, Brad's suck at petnames BUT if you're into it, he will call you 'Pet' adoringly.
Surprisingly active, it's just that Brad is so unemployed that people think he's cooping himself in his father's basement all the time. He would sometimes force you outside to climbing trees, vine swinging with him at the early morning. Casually go inside your hotel room, dragging you from the comfort of soft blanket and pillows by your ankle.
My dude got that strength for a reason when you battle with him. He's not muscular or anything but i think Brad is more - beefy (like those funny 90's american high school bully sitcoms - or that at least what i imagine). You could never catch up with him when it comes to climbing.
He will pretend to ditch you, ducking out of sight just to freak you out then scares you by appearing from bushes or hanging down from a tree branch. Hopes for you to kiss him when he's upside down.
Stubble, stubble.. Allow you to rub it a couple of time. Would also rub his face on yours, that burn is so worth it. He shaves if you dislike it, if you're not, ohh boy.
Brad is touchy in general, he gotta have his hands on you or else he'll die. Either by soft grazing of his pinkie, slight bump when he's close to you, pulling you by your belt loop ggrgrgrgrrgrgrgrhrhhr. The man will be so overjoyed when you reciprocate his affection.
Loves you so much that he has no clue what to do, gives you some of his valuable cards too, keep them please 💔 he even share you his alt account on games so you guys could play together.
Mayor Thaniyel absolutely adores you, Brad Thaniyel loves you. You get to be invited for dinner everyday and believe it or not but Brad can actually cook (shocker) and get ready for some fair share of embarrassing moments when Mr. Thaniyel caught you being too lovely dovely.
"Young love.." He said with a sigh as he walks away from you about to have hot sexy makeout with him. /JJJJJ
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Thats all bud, you could uhhhhhhhhhhhh request some HCs about him, I'll answer if i feel like it 😛
hi. pokes my head in. might i pretty please request either griefer or (hatred) builderman x the player. in whatever way youd like to draw them / any additional details. i just like griefer and builderman :] ( @meskit )
i love big buff men. My player interpretation/insert is selective mute btw. projecting my voice dysphoria onto them.
bonus hatred (not builderman):
