Hi! I'm Evan, I'm in my 20's, I go by she/him interchangeably, and I'll be posting my little head cannons and aus here for the foreseeable future. This is an 18+ space so you might wanna bounce if that makes you uncomfy
Welcome in! I'm Evan and this is now my NSFW writing blog to accompany my more SFW one @mycringysideblog (though I wouldn't strictly call it SFW, seeing as I still swear and talk about murder and stuff)
But seeing as this is my more mature blog I ask that everyone following me here is 18 or older, and have such stated in a pinned post or your description. I'll say it again
If you do not have 18/ an adult/ over 18 in an easy to find place on your blog and you follow me, I will block you. No hard feelings champ, but this is not the space for growing minds
You may notice that there are some non-sexual writings on here currently and that's because I originally had this as my main writing blog. The reason for the switch up being-
I got too paranoid? Policing other users activity is kind of exhausting and I wanted a space where I can throw shit into the void and not care who finds it, and I'm hoping this helps me post more. I doubt this blog will have too much activity though, seeing as I'm not too big into writing smut anymore lol
okay so I saw your mcd self aware posts and it honestly makes chuckles just imagining the characters witnessing the player do typically minecraft gameplay stuffs like creating an xp farm for example.
Tho oh my god, imagine Player having keep inventory and constantly killing themselves to get back at spawn. although I cannot get the image of Zane about to kill player but player quickly paused and switch to creative mode and fly away,,, that just funny to me.
Thank you so much!!! Those posts are a little old now tho so now this is my NSFW blog, and I thought it was more appropriate to actually answer your question on my less raunchy blog here!
Okok first off all I love your writing omg like fr😭🫶
Second: may I request a tmmt 2012 × nonbinary reader (if you dont do that just do fem reader 😭)
But like Imagine reader being insecure about their body- wanting to work out to feel more comfortable and fit, but too scared to go to a gym, so they ask one day donnie if they could help reader out and then reader starts accompanying the turtles in their training sessions and all that. They actually start to see improvements in their physique and get so happy about it ranting to the turtles about the improvements 😭
A/N: Ah, thank you so much! 🥹
For this, I decided on a non-binary/gender neutral reader. I wasn’t sure how much of a romantic undertone you wanted, so I left things implied and left open for the future. I hope you enjoy it! 💖
The Shape of Belonging (fluff/mild angst)
💚 2012 Turtles/Gender Neutral Reader 💚
CWs: Body image issues including negative self-talk, anxiety, mentions of physical exertion/discomfort (training), and themes of self-acceptance. All characters are aged-up.
You’ve never liked mirrors much.
It’s not that you hate your body exactly, but it feels like there’s a … dissonance. You run your fingers over your arms, your waist, your shoulders. They don’t feel like you. Not quite.
You long to feel capable, to move with a sense of ease, to look in the mirror and not immediately catalogue a list of perceived flaws. You want to feel strong. Despite trying various online workout videos at home, your motivation has always been fleeting. But walking into a gym with fluorescent lights and judgmental stares? Yeah, no thanks.
You’ve been sitting with the discomfort for a while now. It creeps into your thoughts when you’re alone, when you’re scrolling on your phone, when you’re trying to sleep. And finally, after one especially restless night, you swallow your anxiety and head to the lair.
Your friends, the turtles, are always training. Always honing their skills. They move with such power and grace, their bodies honed instruments. Their training is intense, practically a daily ritual for them. And they have a whole dojo. So you go to the only person you trust with the science and the heart to help you figure it out: Donnie.
You find him in his lab, hunched over some contraption, goggles slipping down his nose. You hover near the doorway for a second, fingers twitching at your sides. “Hey, uh, Donnie?” you venture, voice a little shaky.
He looks up from a tangle of wires and circuits before pushing his goggles up. “Oh—hey! What’s up?”
You shift on your feet, hesitating, eyes flicking to the floor. “Um … could I maybe ask you for a favor?”
“Of course,” he replies, turning to give you his full attention. “Everything okay?”
You twist the drawstrings of your hoodie, avoiding his gaze. “It’s something kinda personal. I’ve been thinking about … working out. I’m trying to feel better in my body. But gyms make me anxious.” You look at him, a nervous laugh escaping you, before the words tumble out in a rush. “And I was wondering, since you guys train all the time, if maybe y’all could help me? Or I could join you sometimes? If it’s not too much trouble.”
He blinks, then a slow smile spreads across his face. “Yes, you can train with us. I can help devise a regimen tailored to your current fitness level and goals.” His enthusiasm is a warm wave, washing away some of your immediate fear.
“You mean it?” you ask.
His expression softens in a way that always makes your stomach flutter. “Yeah, of course. You don’t need to go to a gym. We’ve got everything here, and I’d be honored to help you out.” He smiles. “You don’t have to do this alone.”
The relief that hits you is almost overwhelming, and you nod, trying not to tear up.
The next day, you’re in the dojo.
You didn’t expect all four of them to be there, but maybe you should have. Donnie wouldn’t keep something like this from his brothers—not if he thought you’d be joining them. And you’re glad.
They’re all stretching or warming up, and you’re hovering near the edge, unsure. Donnie gestures you over. Leo greets you with a calm nod, his gaze assessing but kind. Raph grunts a quick hello, arms crossed, but his eyes linger on you a little longer than necessary. Mikey bounds over with a grin, beaming so hard it’s impossible not to smile back.
“Just follow my lead,” Donnie says gently. “No pressure. We’ll go slow.”
And so it begins.
Your breathing is ragged five minutes into the warm-up. Even the simplest katas leave your muscles screaming in protest. Your arms shake during planks. You lose balance during basic kicks. You feel clumsy and uncoordinated next to the turtles’ fluid movements. But nobody laughs. Nobody stares.
Donnie is patient, though, constantly adjusting your form, explaining the mechanics of each movement, and offering modifications when something is too difficult. Raph assists with your stance with surprising care, his fingers warm on your shoulders. Leo praises your focus. Mikey makes you laugh between sets, even when you feel like your limbs are going to fall off.
You feel a little out of place, at first. But they make space for you, like you belong there.
And slowly, you start to.
The first few sessions are brutal.
But Donnie walks you through every movement with endless patience. Raph gives you a nod of approval when you push through a tough set. Mikey high-fives you with enthusiasm, like you just won a gold medal and keeps your spirits up with jokes and encouragement. Leo pushes you on discipline and tells you your form is improving every time you come back.
And you do come back. Again and again.
Leo helps you with balance drills. His hands are firm and steady when he corrects your stance, and each brush of his fingers sends a quiet thrill through you. He doesn’t say much, but when you catch his eye, there’s something in his gaze: focused, admiring.
Raph is rougher around the edges. He pushes you a little harder, watches a little closer. But when he sees your arms tremble during push-ups, he’s the one who drops to the mat beside you, doing them in sync. “You ain’t quitting on my watch,” he mutters, but the softness in his tone betrays him.
Mikey cheers you on like you’re an Olympic athlete. Every small win—a longer plank, a more solid kick—he celebrates like it’s the most amazing thing in the world. He brings you water between sets, wipes imaginary sweat off your brow with dramatic flair, and gives you nicknames like Muscle Monarch.
You groan every time, but secretly? You love it. And more than once, his goofy antics make you laugh so hard you forget how tired you are.
Donnie remains your primary guide, meticulously tracking your progress on a datapad he’s designed specifically for your training. At first, it feels embarrassing, the idea of him measuring your effort. But he never makes you feel judged. Instead, he shows you graphs of your increased stamina, your improved strength, the way your resting heart rate has lowered.
Days eventually turn into weeks.
You show up, you sweat, you ache, and sometimes you want to crawl back into bed and never move again. But you don’t. You keep going, fueled by their quiet support and a growing flicker of determination within yourself. Your routine becomes part of their own. You stretch beside them, sweat with them, push yourself a little harder each time.
Donnie builds custom routines for you. Mikey brings you post-workout smoothies he swears have ‘serious chakra-vibes.’ Raph doesn’t say much, but he’s always watching, always ready to jump in if you need help. Leo includes you in the team meditations, sitting close enough that your knees nearly touch.
You’re not imagining the way their attention lingers. You’re not imagining the way your stomach flips, warm and fluttery, when one of them grins at you like you’re the most impressive thing in the room.
Because there are moments, small but electric.
Moments when Donnie catches your eye as you hold a perfect plank, giving you a smile that lingers longer than usual. When Raph presses a water bottle into your hand after a rough set, his fingers brushing yours. When Leo offers to stretch with you, his hands resting at your hips as he adjusts your posture.
And Mikey, who hypes you up with ridiculous compliments before falling uncharacteristically quiet as he watches you flex with pride.
Then it happens.
One morning, you’re pulling on a pair of jeans you haven’t worn in months, bracing for the familiar uncomfortable feeling. Except now, they sit comfortably on you. Not too tight, not digging in. You stare down at yourself, then rush to the mirror in your bathroom—the one you usually avoid.
For once, you don’t feel the urge to look away.
You turn this way and that. Is it your imagination? No. There’s a subtle shift in the line of your shoulders, a new firmness in your arms. You run your hands down your sides, feeling the way your clothes drape differently. A small, tentative smile touches your lips. Later that day, you hoist a heavy box of books you were dreading moving, and it feels manageable. Lighter than you remember.
The real revelation comes during a training session.
Donnie has you doing a circuit he’s designed, and you’re halfway through a set of burpees—an exercise you used to despise with the fire of a thousand suns—when you realize you’re not gasping for air and you’re easily keeping pace. You finish the set, a little breathless, yes. But not utterly defeated. You look down at your hands, flexing your fingers, a grin spreading across your face.
As you towel off, you can no longer hold it in.
“You guys, you will not believe this!” you blurt, bouncing on the balls of your feet.
They all look up, intrigued by your sudden outburst.
Concern flickers over Donnie’s face. “What is it? Are you hurt?”
“No! Nothing like that.” You’re already waving your hands, grinning so hard your cheeks hurt. “I saw myself in the mirror and I look different. Like my arms? There’s actual definition. And my posture isn’t slouched and weird anymore! And I think I can finally do those side planks without toppling like a sad noodle!”
Mikey lets out a whoop so loud it echoes through the dojo. “YESSS! That’s what I’m TALKIN’ about!” He practically tackles you in a hug, nearly knocking you off your feet.
You laugh, half out of joy and half because Mikey is squeezing the air out of you. “Mikey—air—lungs—”
“Oh, sorry!” He lets go, only to hold you at arm’s length and give you a full once-over. “Wow, check you out, Superstar!”
You feel your face heat at the nickname; something about the way he says it now makes your heart trip over itself. “It’s not that big a deal,” you mumble, rubbing the back of your neck.
“It is a big deal,” Donnie says, walking over, towel slung around his neck. His eyes are warm, proud. “You’ve been consistent. You’ve worked hard. That’s what matters. Not just the physical change, but the fact that you made it happen.”
You glance down at your shoes, but his words hit something soft inside you. Your chest tightens. Not in a bad way, but in that weird, overwhelming emotional way that makes your throat feel thick.
Raph saunters over next, arms crossed, looking a little more earnest than usual. “You should be proud,” he says. “You earned every bit of it.” Then, with a crooked smirk, he adds, “Knew you had it in you.”
You catch Leo’s gaze just over Raph’s shoulder. He hasn’t said anything yet, just watches you with that quiet, focused intensity of his. The look sends a little zing through your spine.
Finally, he walks over. “You’ve changed,” he says simply, voice low. “Not just your body. Your energy. You move with more confidence. You look like you believe in yourself now.”
You blink. Of all the things he could’ve said, that hits the hardest. You feel seen—not just in the mirror.
But by them.
You huff out a laugh, trying to shake the sudden wave of emotion. “Okay, okay, you’re all gonna make me cry.”
Beside you, Donnie chuckles and gently bumps his knuckles against your arm. “Don’t worry, tears are not known to reverse muscle growth.”
Mikey throws an arm around your shoulder. “We gotta celebrate! Post-workout victory pizza time!”
“Actually,” you say, looking around at them, “I think this is the celebration. Being here with you guys, feeling like … I belong.”
“You do belong,” Leo says, voice steady. “You always have.”
You feel your throat tighten. You don’t have the words for how grateful you are—for the space, the support, the strength they’ve given you. Because for the first time in a long time, you feel at home in your body. Not because it’s perfect. Because it’s yours, and you’re reclaiming it.
And you’re not doing it alone.
They made room for you—and maybe there’s also room for something more too, tucked between sweat and shared smiles. Between glances that linger too long. There’s the possibility that this bond between you and them could grow into something deeper.
But for now?
You grab Mikey’s hand and pull him toward the kitchen, laughing as he cheers. Donnie follows close behind, muttering something about adjusting your macros. Raph nudges your shoulder as he catches up and hurries ahead. And Leo walks beside you, close enough that his arm brushes yours. You see their faces, their expressions open in a way you’ve never seen before.
You’re not just growing into your body. You’re growing into yourself. And they see it. They see you.
And they’re falling for the person you’re becoming, the person you’re meant to be.
Now that I've officially dipped my toe into X Wilford fic I need to talk about what writing Wliford is, to me. Wont be very long, prommy
Mark (Real actual man Mark Fischbach) loves to do these streams talking about and dissecting his own works after he makes them. He's got at least one for all his big projects I'm pretty sure (On youtube, idk if he'll do one for Iron Lung lol) and something from the one he did on Wilford Motherloving Warfstach will always stick with me when writing Wilford
Can't remember the exact wording but he was talking about Abe's intro and pointing out that what we think is hyperbole is actually true. He couldn't tell you how many times they've done this, he couldn't count the number of times he almost got him, because Abe's in this weird shifting reality just like Wilford. And it's shit like that I Looooooove doing
Keep an eye out for it, it'll be a fun Where's Wilford ;3
...You know I WAS on a creative hiatus to help the juices come back, but here we are I guess
If you want to blame anyone for this blame @starleska. Come get your man!! /silly
Cw: Mentions of blood, the reader's described as a trouble maker, most of this is set in a fight club (You're not fighting anyone), Wliford's usual tom fuckery with time and space
Tonight had certainly been interesting. You and your friends were out looking for trouble, as always, when you found this hole in the wall bar/ fight club. There was a small neon sign outside the door but you hardly recall what it said, probably just something generic or tacky, but probably both. It didn't take long to figure out this place does bets, and your entourage decided it would be fun to play along
Two fighters were in the ring already, posing and flexing for the audience while bets were placed, showing off their assets you supposed. The popular bet was obvious, he was huge, an absolute wall of fat and muscle, covered toe to tip in tattoos. The other, was a still clearly muscular fellow, but nothing compared to his opponent. The bight pink mustache, hand wraps, and…afro? didn't help his odds either, at least in the betting pool
All your friends bet on the obvious choice, and you were honestly about to do the same, until you looked back. The man in pink locked eyes with you, his eccentric and overly confident boasting falling aside for just long enough for him to blow you a kiss. He gave you a small wink before returning to his goofy poses, and you hate to admit it, but it did something for you. So you bet on him instead, telling your friends it was merely you being contrarian, resulting in a few raised brows and unconvinced snickers
All of you got a booth viewing the action and ordered a few side items to share. Your little group enjoys a drink or five, but you all know booze on an empty stomach isn't a great idea. The fight was incredible, you had thought the brawlers just hadn't put on their gloves on yet while they were flaunting, but lo and behold this place was bare knuckle! Both sides put on a great show, reminding you a bit of wrestling with how much they were both showing off, boxing and bare knuckle usually being more about actual fighting skill
Your man in pink was doing very good too, ducking and weaving, throwing in hits where he could. The view from your table was blocked a touch by the patrons surrounding the ring, but you swear you saw your guy go in to bite the other's ear. Near the end of the fight your man ducked down, out of your line of sight due to the crowd after a nasty fake out. Caught up in the moment you stood from your seat at the booth, the new angle just enough to lock eyes with your fighter again
He had looked resigned for a moment before something in him shifted, springing to his feet and KOing his opponent. You cheered as the rest of your table groaned in feigned annoyance, they trusted you enough to give their cash back if asked of course, but they knew you wouldn't let this go for weeks
After the winning bidders had been given their share of the pool you offered all drinks of the night would be on you, considering the frankly Stupid amount you were given. Your friends all agreed and headed to the bar, you were about to join them when you heard a voice from behind you "How sweet, mind if I take you up on your offer?" You turn around to see your fighter, still panting slightly from the fight, his sweat covered chest glistening slightly under the club lights
You laughed, teasingly asking him why such an offer would extend to him? He mocked exaggerated offense "Ex-fucking-cuse you, I went through quite the fiddle faddle to get that money for you, and you'd deny me a single libation?" He ran a hand through his slick black hair, the afro wig having flown out of the ring prior. You pretended to ponder the question for a moment before agreeing, gesturing for him to follow you to the bar
The following night was a bit of a blur now, drink after drink all while keeping a riveting, if not mildly confusing conversation with the man of the hour. That was until, you spotted trouble. You and your group know trouble of course, but you try to avoid out right fights where possible, especially when it comes to folks pissed that you got what they thought was their fair share of cash. Your new friend noticed them as well, he didn't think much of it but when he saw the look on your face something changed. You're not sure what, but you don't think his eyes had always looked that soft, and, wasn't his mustache fully pink before?
Before you had time to ask, he stood from his bar stool, offering you his arm "Been lovely but it's best we be leaving now. Mind if I walk you home?" While you normally would mind a stranger walking you home, at that moment, it seemed like a great idea, anything to get out of there without looking like you were running
And here you are, standing at your front door…
Did
No, no no you had to have walked, or rode here. You're not That drunk, you would remember something like that, wouldn't you "Oh you'd think, but then again, why keep the boring parts in the edit, hm?" Wh- did you, say that out loud? You didn't think you did "Ah, don't worry about it, important part's taken care of! Honestly, you'd think you would be used to this by…" He looks at you, clearly confused and slightly anxious, feeling as though your mind was slipping from you
"…This is the first time we've met, isn't it?" …Yeah, yeah you…you think so? Something about him, the way he looks, the way he looks At You tugs at something deep in your mind, but nothing comes to light. Something washes across his face, sorrow, pity, regret, it's hard to say. Then he smiles, warm and soft, and it feels like home. Why does he feel like that? You've only just met this man, but he feels like…your future
He leans down, taking your hand in his bloodied and bruised one and places a gentle kiss to the back of your knuckles. You open your mouth to speak, but he lifts your hand to press your knuckles to your own lips "Not yet, not now…it's far to early for all that, and far…far too late" He releases your hand and returns to his more chipper self "Well, it's about that time my little fire cracker. I'm afraid I have an interview to get to! Oh, don't worry, you'll get yours in time, but until then, tata!"
He turns to walk away when you ask him to wait. He freezes instantly, like a trained dog told to sit. You ask him to at least give you his name. He turns, a slightly pained look in his eyes before giving you a large grin, bowing dramatically before saying "Wilford! Wilford Warfsache. I'll see you soon" Your name rolls off his tongue, as if it was always meant to come from his lips, before you blink
I have my own vision of what My Street is, might make a proper post about it but I think a pretty cold take for stuff like that is making Katelyn a lesbian
Travis is still there, and still has, a major crush on her
This could resolve one of two ways. Either Katelyn takes him bay the shoulders and rants about how much she loves women and he's like a sweet guy but just not her type. And then they're just good friends
Hi, it's me again :3 I've got more Thoughts about that MCD self aware au thingy. Sorry the last post was so rambly, it was pure brain to board while I was figuring shit out ^^;
Ok so, here's a list of things about the au
This au is for MCD and follows the plot of MCD, roughly. It starts the same but with all the changed stuff it pretty quickly veers off track
This is a Self Aware au, meaning you the reader are the player of this minecraft world, and the characters at least CAN know about that
Because I'm an X reader writer, most of em are gonna be weird about that previous fact in either a /devotion or /sexy way. Them's the breaks pal
The minecraft world in which this takes place is a downloadable world originally made and posted by Irene after her and her friends lost intrest in the server
Irene is a real person in Our World. She made the Minecraft World as a server for her and her friends (Who all roleplayed as her knights and shit :3)
The Shadow Lord isn't Shad. Shad's a real dude like Irene, the Lord of Shadows is more a representation of file corruption and forgetting the past. Not letting go of, to be clear. Forgetting
Since the world is up for download on some random forum or website anyone can play it, and when they do it effects the world the next time someone downloads it, even if that last person didn't post Their version of the world for download
As basically the god of the world, anything you deem important, IS. For better or for worse. There aren't many fates more cruel than being plot relevant
This is Minecraft, meaning minecraft rules rein supreme. Some crazy fantasy plot shit will happen directly after you got in a boat to gracefully glide down a cliff face with a blue chicken in the back. Such is life here
I personally play modded Minecraft and so does the reader for this au. This world Is Not Vanilla (Custom NPCs is kinda a necessary addition for the reader to not immediately freak out that there's people in their world) This also means the reader will naturally skew towards the mods I play with, not much I can do about that one lol
Instead of Mifwa and Werewolves some folks in this world are Hybrids (Think the Origins mod) Neko like people do exist but they're just cat hybrids, and they follow Minecraft cat rules (scare off creepers and phantoms, randomly wakes up with cat gifts in their pockets, ya know)
Magicks and Aphmau's version of Witchcraft does not exist here. Mods like Botania or Iron Spellbook may be used but again, those are mods
Shadow Knights are vampires, they simply just are, you can rip this one away from my cold dead hands
And, I think that's it? For now, at least. These here are my self aware au's- oh, lucky number 13 rules! That's not ominous ^^; lol
How did Minecraft Diaries just become a regular fantasy story? I'm not saying it's bad (It kinda is, but I love it anyway. You know how it is) But fuckin!
That shit at the start of season one, ya know, where I think Xenix told Aphmau that the more she helps out the more Aware the villagers get? That shit!?
The idea of dropping into a minecraft world where the more you care for and do shit for these random NPCs they become Real??? That's so fucked up, I want it in between my teeth!!!
I'm not even sure how it would work out but just!!! Tasty, ya know? Feels a little like waisted potential? Though I'll freely admit that I prefer stories that fuck with you, but still
Idk something something self insert story where the reader takes Aphmau's place as new lord but it keeps with the idea that the world is only really made "real" by the reader's touch. But it's still minecraft, that bit is so so important to me, I wanna be cornered by Zane on a cliff and piss him off by floating away on a boat. Or water bucket clutching, or being able to trap almost anything in a boat actually
Because it's so good!!! Like, you start with Phoenix Drop and them and since you're interacting with Garroth so much, oh no! Now he's plot relevant! And the universe makes him this run away noble because YOU by trusting him so much made him more important than fuckin Donna or whatever
And maybe the Shadow Lord is still a thing but he's more metaphorical? Like, the symbol of the 2 week minecraft phase. He is the blanket that drapes over your worlds when you leave them for too long or delete them. And Irene was like you, a "Player" I don't think Players in this world would be actual people from our world playing minecraft, but, oh, GOD
I take it back, as a fucking FREAK for Sagau I do dig that actually (Self Aware Genshin A U for those not in the know) Would it be weird? Yes for sure, but I am currently fucking with it, but maybe that's the sleepies talking. Imagine Irene being the first person to make the original minecraft world, maybe it was even a server with her friends. And once they were done with it she made the world download-able somewhere
And then people kept downloading it and playing it and since we're all agreeing that this world has full dudes in it with thoughts and lives, each download keeps adding stuff to the same world, ya know? Like it just snowballs, and that's why there's all these little stupid places like Cat Island, or the Neapolitan Villages, or the fucking maid cafe
Ok, I'm spiraling too much already but you see what I mean right??? Potential!!! I might visit this later actually but that's a Solid maybe, don't look forward to anything (Unless someone leaves me an ask, I crave interaction lmao)
What if he's so chill most of the time, because he can't do anything else?
What if their father, after seeing seven bright lights fall down to the Devildom, and one more being snuffed out for good, didn't Allow angels to feel wrath. After all, Lucifer's wrath was so great, so vile, it became a literal demon all on it's own
What if Simeon craves that anger, what if he clings to every "bad" emotion he has, because he's scared he'll never feel them again
How can you grieve the family you've lost, the one You helped banish to hell, when you can't Feel grief
Idk how much I want this headcanon to be fully attached to how I think of Simeon, but it does fuck and I wanted to share
I get it, really, I do! They wanted to show off how powerful the Irene statue was, that's fair
BUT LET HIM KEEP HIS GREEN EYES!?
Laurance I'm so sorry, your emerald beauty was taken from us too soon
Also like, ok, I feel like the Irene statue already showed off it's power? Ya know, with the whole helping Alexis out thing, and the Turning All The Black Gunk Into Diamonds????
Why is Laurance even positively affected? I know we like him but he's a Shadow Knight, show it Hurting Him. Let him struggle with how happy this toxic thing to him makes Everyone Else. Let it properly sink in, for maybe the first time in the Overworld, that he is no longer human. He knew it before, but he feels it now
Anyways, I think Laurance should have stayed blind in MCD and have kept his green eyes in My Street since I doubt leaving Gene's shitty little gang left him blind
...But what if he did? What if he Did sleep with that married woman?
If this is the first time you're seeing me, hi, I made this post about what a mind fuck the thought of Good Knight Garroth being Levin's dad would be through the lens of being a villager in Phoenix Drop
And I ended that post on the conclusion that no, I don't think Garroth would have slept with the old lord's wife
But what if he did?
There's one thing you gotta know about how I view Garroth, and that's the fact that this man cares so very deeply about being a good person. Whether or not Garroth actually IS a good person is up to interpretation of course, but either way, Garroth NEEDS to feel like one to feel worthy enough to exist. Maybe it was how much the worship of Irene was pushed to him, maybe it was the strict noble life, maybe it was the feeling of Zane being a disappointment so he had to step up and be the Best of the best, maybe it was the guard training that teaches you to see yourself as a tool and little else to your lord
Either way, this is how he is. And that leads us to the old lord and his wife
Because here's the thing, I still don't think Garroth would sleep with her. On his own accord. I think, if she came up to him, noble, strong, kind yet fiery Garroth, asking for him to keep her company. He wouldn't be able to say no
I think Garroth, as a knight, would try to politely turn her down, but if she was persistent, she would get what she wanted. I think this man, who hasn't known a soft touch since he left home under the guise of his own death, never to see his mother again, would buckle under her "care"
Now, you may note, this is rape. Like, full stop, and you would be right! This is a horrible thing for this woman to do to Garroth, but it is intriguing from a narrative perspective
How did Zenix, loud, ill tempered, inexperienced, Zenix get past Garroth to kill the old lord? What if, Garroth wasn't doing so hot a few days before it happened? It's pretty hard to guard someone when you can't even meet their gaze, don't you think?
Hi sorry, this isn't writing related I've just got Minecraft Diaries on the mind
So, ok. let me set the stage for you
You, are a villager in Phoenix Drop. You've been here for as long as you can remember. A lot has been going on recently, especially with the new lord
And then she has a baby. She's been too active, too helpful, too Putting Herself In Danger to have been carrying this child herself. So you figure, cool! She adopted this kid, that's you're lord! She would do something like that, wouldn't she?
And then Garroth's face is revealed. And you go, ok, yeah, no yeah that still works out. Garroth, this noble knight, had a child with someone who, whether willingly or not, gave it up for him to raise alone. That still checks, Aphmau would for sure help him like that, they do seem rather close! This still makes sense
And then, maybe through gossip or something after she returns from Scaleswind, you find out, this child is Actually the old lord's son...
You don't, really remember the old lord too well, but like, you think- you're pretty damn sure. Listen. Garroth- he wouldn't, Levin looks SO MUCH LIKE HIM THO
I'm not saying Garroth is the kind of man who would sleep with a married woman. What I am saying is there should have been more rumors because oh my god?!
Now, you might be asking me, Evan. Where the fuck is Aphmau and Aaron??? Those are pretty notable figures, no? And, yes, of course they are
BUT AARON'S A FUCKING WEREWOLF. Like I'm so sorry, but I can not turn Aaron into a wolfpire, I refuse. There is a werewolf pack in this story, you will not see them, they're over doing their own shit. Yes Aphmau and Aaron are the alphas and in love, and YES Bodolf and Kiki are mates how DID you know? Leona is their pup and I'm so so happy for them but this is not their fucking story, they're off in the wolf corner
I'm gonna make a post for each of these fuckers Probably, and backstory bullshit will be addressed in the fic itself so that's not what this is for. This post is to set up other posts and also for me to point at if anyone asks about Aaron or Aphmau, they're off doing cute wolf couple shit
This post is also for little misc shit I don't know where else to put so, here's that!
Vampires in this world have an unknown origin but it is speculated that they originate, somehow, from the Nether. It is also important to note that The Shadow Lord and Shadow Knights, do not exist in this world. Irene was still a person and shit still happened but I won't be getting To into all of that because that woman has a History and I don't feel like rewriting all of it for my "Hot vampires trap you in a spooky hotel" fic, thank you
Anatomy and vibe wise I want vampires to be similar to Shadow Knights but also be their own thing (Hence why Gene, Sasha, and Zenix are here, Vylad too but I love my boy too much to leave him out anyways lol) and when I say Shadow Knights I do mean their MCD counter parts, not the little high school gang Gene starts in PDH. Most of the vampire characters have their personalities and backstories based more of MCD, since MCD was set so far in the past they just kinda vibe better. Kawaii~Chan is more based on her My Street counter part though, having only been turned within the past decade, give or take
Here's a list of shit these vampires can do:
Drink blood (They need to, they can eat human food but they won't take in any nutrients from it. It can still taste pretty good to so some vampires choose to eat human food for fun)
Can drink from animals, but it's more like junk food to them. It's not a full meal like human blood is
Heightened senses (They're built to hunt humans, if they focus they can hear someone's heartbeat when standing across from them)
Increased strength (Their skin isn't made of steel though, so even if they are strong enough to do something some times they have to hold back, unless they'd like their arm to fall off)
Light sensitive (It's pretty dim in the Nether, and to look human they force their pupils not to dilate which makes it worse. Their eyes naturally have slit pupils like cats)
Sun sensitive (But they won't combust or turn to ash! They just get sun burns way faster than humans, so extended exposure is deadly)
Immune to fire (From the Nether, you kinda need to be)
Can eat garlic just fine! They don't need to count everything either
They do need permission to enter someone else's home though (I chalk this up to Nether shit. You may note, since the Hotel is one building that Zane owns, the individual rooms don't count as homes)
They don't have venom or anything like that, their fangs are just regular, if very sharp, teeth
Their spit is very healing to humans though, licking a bite wound will have it looking good as new within an hour
Every vampire can put humans into a trance if the human is calm or trusting enough. This trance negates the human's fight or flight response and makes them actively seek out any way to loose their blood. Being drained in this state is not only painless, but euphoric
Vampires can also have access to Magicks and or witch craft just like humans, though with Magicks it has to be something they bring over from being human (Gene simps rejoice)
To turn a human into a vampire you have to drain them of all of their blood. Once that is done, some vampire blood must be poured into the human's recently dead mouth (The body has to be less than an hour old for it to work) the vampire blood will then make it's way to the human's heart, corrupting it until it beats again, now with vampiric blood. Yes, my vampires have heart beats, sue me
Vampires run hot! They're from the Nether, again, sue me (They run colder the hungrier they get, which is where the myth that they're cold blooded comes from)
I do now realize that, in combining Shadow Knights and Vampires, I have just kinda made Demons with a few extra steps but like. You're welcome :3
Author's note for the Vampire au thingy I just posted!
Alright, so some context. I have a little worm in my brain that runs off of spite and "I can fix him"-itus. That combined with Aphmau's genuinely wonderful and creative brain, but the need to make "Kid content" to keep her channel alive and her team fed, leads to what has just happened
That vampire au (Which hasn't even gotten to the vampires yet, I know, lol) was inspired by Aphmau's "Dating the MASTER VAMPIRE: The movie" video. Loosely inspired at this point, but inspired! You may have also noticed the y/n
X reader headcanon type posts I'm chill with leaving as a nearly blank slate, but for stories, if the y/n doesn't have any connections to the world or characters within, I find that leads to a bland as hell story. So yes, the y/n in this story is his own character in his own right. But he's his own character in the same way say, Ahpmau usually is in her videos. It's her own character but I Know I'm not the only one who projected themselves into her shoes back in the day
Think of it like DnD, YOU aren't a Tabxi rouge who just did ten consecutive back flips before mission impossible-ing stealing an important relic or whatever, but you're Playing that character, which means they're not always going to make or think or say what you would. That's just how I write x readers, sorry
Also, let me get in front of this real quick. Brendan isn't a love interest in this fic. You can be in love with him if you'd like but the y/n sees him as a brother and this isn't That type of fic lol. Their friendship is very important to me and I love them
I think that's all for now, if I ever think of more I'll put them bellow as an edit. Unless I get an ask about it first, then I'll just answer the ask normally and maybe link it from here? We'll see
CW: While there's no planed sex scenes in this fic all my work is intended for an 18+ audience. By reading on you're consenting to possibly being met with adult content, you have been warned
Author's note (Not mandatory, but will explain some shit)
Chapter 1/ prologue
Ugh, finally home. You close the front door, set your bag down, and flop face first onto the couch "Hey there! Made it back in one piece huh?" Mmghghmgmghm "Ya know I can't understand couch cush-ian" You said just barely. Ugh, why do old people Love to get in your personal space? "Beats me, but you're the one who put off looking for a new job back in Summer" You thought you had more time "You work at a craft store, you know as soon as the Fourth of July happens the crafters smell blood" Tell you about it, you apologies for how much glitter must have gotten on the couch. You think it seeps out of your pores now
Brendan laughs "Nah it's ok, livens the place up if you ask me! Especially since you won't let me get into the holiday sprit!" It's still Halloween until December as far as you're concerned! "FINE! Oh, I ordered some pizza by the way, should be here soon" …With extra garlic knots? "Obviously! Now go get changed. I want you in a good mood" …Why? "Oh…no reason! Now shoo!" You roll your eyes before rolling yourself off of the couch to head to your room. Brendan's a sweet roommate honestly, he can't cook to save his life but he's surprisingly handy when it comes to small fixes. He saved you guys a few hundred bucks back when your sink broke by just fixing it himself
Things were a little, weird, at first sure. But once he found out you aren't a girl he instantly started treating you like one of the guys. Dude's got a few screws loose but his heart's in the right place. You're not sure if he gets it gets it, but he clearly tries, and that's more than you can say about some people. You quickly change out of your work clothes and into your jammies, hell yeah. You rub your arms, now covered in soft fabric, and take in a deep breath. Ok, you feel a little better now
Ding dong
And pizza will make you feel a lot better!
You and Brendan ended up putting on some show the both of you had already seen to eat to. Some times the both of you would take your food to your own rooms but on nights like these it was nice to just quietly sit in each other's company. You look over to him, and notice that he's already looking at you. What gives? "Hm?" That's the fourth time you've caught him doing that tonight, what's up?
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm-fine! I wanted us to be fully done eating before I said anything but, I'm just too excited!" He springs up from his spot on the couch and rushes off into the kitchen, coming back with what looks like a red envelope? Is he getting into wax seals or something? "What? No! I learned my lesson when I tried getting into soldering, I've sworn off that life" Ok, then he got some fancy mail? "Correction! We got some fancy mail. Apparently we won some sorta lottery thing to stay at a fancy hotel" Damn, seriously? When did he put your names in "Uhhhhhhh, I dunno actually, that's the weird part. Didn't even get an email about winning something, just the letter" Weird, you thought scammers didn't use actual mail anymore
"Hey! I'll have you know, I've spent almost my whole day off looking into this place, and it's real! Really nice too, they've got all sorts of stuff to do inside the hotel itself and-" And he's already convinced you're going? "Aw common! When is something like this gonna happen to us again, plus it's all expenses paid. I think they mentioned something about having to pay to use the arcade since they still used quarter machines, but still!" You don't know- wait, that was in the letter? "No, I called them. Ya know, to make sure it wasn't a scam" You're so proud of him "I learn from the best" He gives you a wink that scrunches the whole right side of his face
Ok, so…it's probably not a scam, maybe "Dude." WHAT! You're cautious "More like paranoid" Regardless! Does it say when your stay has to be? "In January actually! Which rocks because I know my boss isn't giving me a week off in December and I'm pretty sure yours wouldn't either" True, while you'd love a break from the festivities, asking for your PTO while it's slow would be easier. And make you feel less shity "Yeah, same. Sooooooo?" So what? "What do you think?" …
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Fffffffffine "Yippee!!!!!" He rushes over to hug you and you straight up hiss at him "Oh, right! People in your space all day! I'll go hug Tina!" He spins on his heals and rushes over to a little succulent you two got Ages ago and wraps his arms around it "He said yes!!!" You laugh. Yeah, maybe a week away after the holidays is just what you need. You ask him if there's anything you need to do before you go "Oh yeah! So, the whole hotel is actually an Experience Hotel" …A what? "Ya know, like a maid cafe! The whole place has a theme and all the staff are also actors" You're sorry, he failed to mention that you were going to a fucking Maid hotel
"No no no! That's just the vibe! This hotel's experience is based around vampires. The whole place is covered in reds and black, and the lore is that these vampires started this hotel to lure in unsuspecting humans to drink their blood!" He sets Tina back down onto her window sill and wiggles his fingers in a 'spooky' manor. Huh, a nice spooky reprieve after two solid months of glitter and Mariah Carey? "See? I knew you'd be into it! But the letter had a little QR code at the bottom that links the a profile we need to fill out" How Gothic "Hush! We each get one and it's basically our "character" for while we stay there. I wanted to wait to fill mine out until you said yes" His energy is contagious, even as exhausted as you are, you feel yourself start to bounce in your seat
All right all right, let's see these profiles "Yay!" Brendan bounces onto the couch, still a comfortable distance away, and lays out the letter to let you scan the code. Oh damn, this looks like too much fun, you're such a fucking nerd. What is it that's so tantalizing about a blank character sheet? "I know right? Now, I'm going pretty simple, but I know you're more about that DnD life than me, so feel free to go nuts!" You laugh, you don't think you'll go too crazy, but it might be fun to play into the bit a touch
You fill in the easy stuff first, you still publicly and legally go by your birth name so that goes in the legal name section, you assume they need one for legal reasons. You see a section for a preferred name and decide to come back to it "What are you putting for your pronouns?" His question makes you pause, and makes you notice that your thumb is hovering over the She/her option on instinct. You shift in your seat, he knows you don't He/him it up outside "Yeah I know, and I'm not saying you have to or anything, but this place is a few hours drive away from here. I doubt we'd run into anyone we know, or even ever see after this trip!" You make a face
Brendan sighs "I get man, I mean, I try to? I know it's probably scary but I want you to relax on this trip. I can literally see you calm down when I call you a man you know, you're not very subtle" You can feel your face grow warm, damn, he knows you too well "Guess you're gonna have to kill me now huh?" You dunno…how much was the pizza again "For you my guy? Free of charge" Then you think he can stay…for now! He laughs, mildly shaking the couch as he does "Awesome! And, don't worry about it too much, ok? I'm pretty sure we can edit these even after we check in so there's no sweat. Just try to keep me posted ok? I'd hate to get you in trouble"
You smile, and thank him. You'll give it some thought. You fill out the rest of the sheet the best you can, nothing too odd except for your blood type but considering the theme you guess it makes sense. Once you make it to the bottom you scroll back up to the top to see your two blank choices. The first being your pronouns, and the second being your preferred name. You still have to give the first some thought, but you know you don't want to go by your legal name while you're there at the Very least. Finally the perfect name hits you. It's silly, and a little embarrassing, but you're cringe and you are free damn it!
Once you're done you go to set your phone down "Oh, you're done? Can I look? I'll show you mine!" He hands his phone over to you and you do the same. Wow, he wasn't kidding, this is all just regular stuff about him "What can I say? I like who I am! OH- N-not to say that the only reason you'd do this is that you DON'T like who you are-I mean-you know-I-" Dude, chill, you get it "Heh heh heeeh, right…this is all pretty much just you too, except for-" he laughs "Oh that's so funny, any time the hot vampire butlers call you this I will be in the corner laughing" You wouldn't expect any less, but come on! It's perfect "Never said it wasn't! Is there something you'd like Me to call you? This is more like a pet name and I don't really…" No, you get it, that would be weird
Hmmm, how about, Lord Shank "Shank?" Mutton? "Ew! Dude I know you're better than this" You tell him to give you a second! …How about, Lord Fel'eece? "Huh, I mean, it's still not creative, but it's better than calling yourself cuts of meat!" Hey! You both laugh "Wait, if I'm calling you Lord, does that mean!" You feel the same sinking feeling in your stomach you always get when thinking about this stuff, but, maybe it's the joy of the moment, or the vacation being pretty far away, but. Oh, fuck it. You open your phone back up and select the He/him pronouns option "Hell yeah!!! Proud of you man" Yeah yeah "Hey" His voice softens, far from the lighter sillier tone he usually uses "I mean it, I think this'll be good for you dude" You feel your face flush again, and your eyes sting
