hmmm.........infume..........hmmmmmm how does gaining hearts affect him..........hmmmmmmm
i haven't seen much on the potential angst of gaining hearts so like... basically i am going to go over what happens when players gain/ lose hearts and how infume is lowk guilty about some of the hearts.
okay i remembered belladonna addict's heart transfer concept for lifesteal and i love it so here's the fic with the premise !!! it's awesome, check it out!!!
i was greatly inspired by it, so this is a lifesteal world version of it
players swallow hearts (they are around 2cm by 2cm, it's lifesteal magic that you gain them)
they can be displayed on your forearms with extra hearts going on the back after the ten
if hearts are given willingly / are organised fair 1v1s, they don't cause much scarring
if they are obtained through betrayals, killing naked players, 2v1s etc., the more hatred attached, the more bloody & bruised they look on the player. it looks especially awful if it was recent.
each player has their own unique hearts that correlates to their skin colour pallette (joel smallishbeans has a shrek one, saps has one with a smiley face)
losing hearts can feels losing apart of yourself (generally)
eating hearts can cause euphoria/ adrenaline
players can lowk farm aura by having customised arrangements to show off the hearts
the difference between lsw and normal lifesteal is that the extra hearts from killing three-heart players are black & unnatural while events (e.g. scavenger hunt) are gold (the obnoxious kind).
again, show some love to bella & the geniuses who thought of this idea originally.
now, HOW DOES INFUME'S STEALING GO?
awful.
he started off with 10 hearts w/ polar bear symbols on them while being a mixture of blue & white.
he loses 3 hearts to terrible deaths. awful. he feels awful. which makes him want to get more to fill the empty holes in his arms.
so he goes for kills.
one of the kills is when he first 2v1s matter_melon. the heart tasted like...melon and had an iridescent sheen to it, but infume could only register the gratifying relief. another heart on his back-- 12 chances to die instead of 11. it was so much more secure. but the heart bruised and ached at infume's shoulder, a constant reminder that the kill was unfair & unjust. they did jump him in the lava, afterall, so the heart has a mild searing sensation. it settles lopsided & ugly where infume covers it with his chestplate. he doesn't want to see it.
when he hears of matter_melon wanting to 1v1 him, his instinctive reaction is accept. why? it was a prime fight for spongs or someone desperate to third party. why take the risk? but his shoulder aches and there's this thing that stirs in his stomach that he can't pinpoint and-
he accepts.
matter_melon is better than he expected. faster. stronger. it shouldn't have been a surprise-- he was mentored by peentar and even if he was young, lowk3y won playoffs at 14, so anything was possible.
after melon's shield broke, infume finds himself oddly nervous. but nerves are for losers. he is a serious pvper.
when he lands the final hit, and blood splatters on the floor, melon's heart lays there. gleaming.
infume tries to swallow it down but it feels like a fish bone in his throat, and his mouth runs dry from trying. he has to ask saps for a health potion to even get it down.
it settles down without scarring, and the aching from his shoulder has ebbed-- matter_melon was a good sport & the fight was fair. but the pit in his stomach grows.
is this guilt?
speedrunners never truly felt guilty looting villages or punching piglins. however, this was a real player!
infume swallows once again, his throat gaining friction. he tugged his chestplate tighter. pvpers were stronger than feelings. it was a dog eat dog world, melon just got the short end of the stick.
yes, infume thought. he deserved it.
it was lifesteal. not ranked. he should just grow up.
everyone saw him as victorious that day. that was good.
and he swore he resisted flowtives with all his might, when flowtives attacked him to avenge melon. he swore he did!
and the hearts with green melon stripes still gnawed at his skin, but it was more bearable.
Other scenarios:
a) probably displays the golden hearts he got from Advancement hunt on his arms. he is proud :3
b) the heart he had from evbo is probably warm
FINAL THOUGHTS:
lsw! infume is such a strange character because does he just want to kill?? is that his only purpose??? it seems like that sometimes but i guess i tried to make the character more sympathetic as lsw is probably his first experience of killing with consequences :3
idk about his other kills tbh
side note: this will not become an infume blog. nothing against him, just notice who is in the pfp, m'kay?
i've been watching a lot of bluest pikmin lsw vids recently and i haven't seen much about infume's character. so here is what i've noticed c! Infume's traits:
a) he wants to prove that he is more than a speedrunner but actually a respectable pvper {refer to his sword name} which is the reason that he goes for kills so often.
-> insecure about being inferior/ looked down upon being an easy motivation for him to kill!
b) he is sociable & uses it to his advantage
whatever is up with young prodigies & ghostie, where she lowk backs him up during confrontations and warns him often. furthermore, as of writing, they have formed a separate team from cocomelon (a way for infume to put behind his childish past & be taken more seriously?) which proves infume is quite persuasive
c) he is cautious
how he windcharges before eating gaps & just general decision-making, for instance not wanting to get involved in the evbo vs sb737 fights & using his strength of movement to escape frequently.
some might think it was cowardly but it is likely the best way not to lose hearts.
d) he is more irritable/paranoid!
idk maybe i only see the sad wet cat /pos side of infume when he speedruns but he does have more acerbic/ snarky comments. this could reflect the general feelings of the server being more of hate & violence, which infume adopts while coping under the stress of potentially getting jumped.
it is almost like a mask to shield away the fear & stress, which is especially thick when interacting with ghostie (perhaps because of how she wears the mask as well)
not that he doesn't have stress while speedrunning, lsw just brings in a whole new social aspect to it.
e) does he truly care for evbo?
probably not :p
it's almost a marriage of convenience for him while evbo takes it more seriously. it is evident from ghostie being the officiant and the goofy vows.
however, to be more accurate, he likely does at least have an affinity for evbo & could totally align w/ him
f) he is michievous & unserious
when it isn't time to lock in, he's just a guy who fools around :3
i think his perspective is one of the funnier/ unserious ones where he is on the better side of pvping but isn't stacked with 20 hearts.
honestly lsw! infume is taking lifesteal quite well for a player who does singleplayer speedrunning. definitely a sweaty player but there is still a compelling narrative with lots of humour.
this is my appreciation for the character, lmk what you think
hi. i used to be rev (i have no mouth & must yapp) and now am cerulean, am currently yapping about the state of this blog and my mindset for now.
so some may have noticed i made most of my posts private and changed my entire blog, and i want to discuss the main reason for it.
a) it felt cluttered.
I just found my blog became too cluttered with old ideas
don't get me wrong, i love random ideas that aren't put together well. i love reading them. however, when it's my own?
the conclusion i've come to is that i'll just delete random, ugly drabbles or ideas after a feel like they've overstayed their welcome.
i am still proud i could write out fanfiction but the pseud where i post it might change.
b) i just wanted to shake things up
2. what will become of this blog?
i haven't been creating my own stuff for a while on mcsr but this is what is going to happen:
a) likely less reblogs-- the whole point of this tumblr account was to make my own stuff and put it on a platform
b) more stupid/abusurd/ship-heavy drabbles-- it's SUMMER! i am free to be cringe. however, i will be sorting it into a separate catagory or smth.
c) hopefully more liveblogging? it seems fun
d) ASK ME ANYTHING BTW!! i'm chill i swear
e) also fics. yes.
all in all, i hope there will be more activity on this account, at least for me. i can't promise weekly, but i'll try.
3. will i still do mcsr fics?
frankly, idk man :P
call me a delicate flower but i'm still not sure in my involvement with mcsr.
a) unpopular opinion: i hate watching MCSR ranked gameplay. in my opinion, it is pretty boring to watch, which is extremely ironic because i write about them playing it. i legitimately cannot stand watching it unless bluest pikmin or a clips channel cuts it down.
b) there is so much discourse happening here-- always. I am relatively new to fandom culture at least on tumblr, but so many dramas happen that it's actually emotionally-exhausting.
so unfortunately, i might dip sooner or later. however, i am always grateful to the wonderful people part of the community! artists, writers, LGBTQ+ members who have all come together to make MCSR a very special place!!! it wouldn't be so endearing without them! we need mORE appreciation for them!
ok have this awesome photo as awesome as you!!
i hope you support me in wherever this place goes! thanks
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
bonus chapter!! idk it's not heavy on the shipping at all and DOES NOT continue from Mongey and Rowl but i just thought it'd be fun to add in because it lowk doesn't stand on its own. we'll see if i delete it.
fic below
CALLER ID: +86 XXXXXXXX
DATE: 6.2.26
[WOMAN] HiâŚuhm. I just wanted to leave this second voice message for you. I- I donât know. Uhm- your friend or Infume reached out to me so⌠apparently youâre a supervillain. Most wanted in the worldâ Frostbite. Where whoever crossed his path had a 67% chance of surviving. (snicker)Â
But against the odds, I am still alive. Visiting that one-room apartment filled with incense. Breathing the same dusty air as you. Eating the acidic Jollibee spaghetti as you did.Â
Honestly, I should be more shell-shocked that you stand on death row. I should be less willing to make this voice message to you. But Iâm not. I think I would be even less if I spent more time with you.Â
Howâd you even meet this Infume guy? I guess thatâs what I want to know before you go on trial. Somethingâs⌠not right with him. Itâs bothering me that I donât know what. I want to be honest with you, on your final days, and I want to be open. No more veneers.Â
He seems capable. Well-connected enough⌠to know youâre a villain. And devoted. Thatâs what rubs me the wrong way. That he keeps coming back to see you. Heâs not even your sister. Sunday. Sunday. And the next Sunday. Iâd be on a yacht if I had a nickel for every time he came. It would make Solidarity pretty upset, yâknow.Â
Who exactly was he to you? He clearly knows youâre a villain. Someone whoâs killed and will kill when he has the sliver of chance, just for the fun of it. Like Pa. So why does he cling on? Why does he linger around your room all day, stare as you lay motionless like a stone in that bed? Talk to you for hours on end, about ice rinks and Australian tortoises that never made it back to shore, that receded into the tides of time. Even when you could only barely move an inch.Â
Hold your hand like itâs the most tender object in the world.Â
You canât have this kind of⌠thing in a day. I saw him. I saw him! On that Sunday before December. I exited your room, and you barely even spoke to me. Iâm still sore about that. Anyway, I almost crashed into him, with his frazzled hair and 9 oâclock shadow. He was courteous about apologising, and then slipped into your room, those translucent doors covering his tracks.
So I was curious. I was really curious.Â
I glanced both ways and the police guards stationed outside your ward werenât there. I dunno, getting donuts I guess. So I pressed against your ward door like I was in a god damn spy movie, ear against the world. I had the black sheet dress and everything.Â
I listened. He was very sweet to you. And you were very sweet to him. Even from double-insulated walls, I could hear your grin. He had that saccharine freshener that lingered even outside the room. He was helping you adjust the bed and he asked about your day. You never told me you wanted me to. He asked if you wanted to watch the office with him, and you said yes. You hate sitcoms.Â
Then you twoâd mutter in hushed voices. Donât think I couldnât hear you. He would ask what you wanted to eat from downtown, even if no food could be brought to the ICU. All that for you to ask him to get you a few oily fries and cheap burgers. But his voice would brighten as if money fell from the sky for him.Â
Youâd talk about your days and all. His were comparably lame to be honest, even if you rotted for twenty-four hours in your room. You talked about skies, seas, ice that you had seen on TV. Icarus and Poisonbriar. And me.Â
That I was there for you all the time. He asked how I used to be before all this. And you replied wonderful. I couldnât stand to listen anymore, so I bolted.Â
Not wonderful enough to tell me everything? So what else are you hiding from me?Â
⌠youâre a god damn criminal. Why do I even bother sometimes. One who would hide things from his sister. And I hate you. A lot. Bye.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
SUMMARY
âHey, is something up with⌠Hax and Infume?â
Mongey and Rowl were only meant to find the heroes' patrolling routes. They find out more about their friend's... situationship, and how to feel about it.
AKA Socrates and Plato discuss the yaoislop of MCSR ranked city. (based on HFHVAU)
"thank you hfhvau!!" we all say in unison. do note this includes mentioned MCSR shipping!! (not rlly rpf though)
fic below
âHey, is something up with like⌠Hax and Infume?â
Rowl turned to face Mongey.
âWhaâdâ you mean?â
âNo like⌠what is going on with him and Infume? I swear I saw them talking after Haxâs competition tryouts and Infume was like⌠making heart eyes.â Mongey mimes a theatrical kiss. Rowl recoils with a scowl, the flickering lights accentuating the glare in his eyes.
âEw. What the hell. Are you serious?â
âWhy would I be lying? Anyway, Iâm just curious.â
âHow would I know? But Iâm sure it isnât anything.
âLike, a hundred percent? A billion, trillion, quadruple millionââ
âThereâs no way. You might just be stupid, bro.â
âDude, Infume clings to Hax like heâs gonna suffocate without him. Legitimately, Infume just invited himself when me and Hax grabbed burgers on Tuesday, and he spent the whole time yapping to Hax about basketball. I donât care whether your co-workers are more awful than Vince Carter while Iâm chowing down on greasy burgers. Infume had important exams the next day too! Like, Iâm not the stupid one.â
âYouâre just jealous, Mongey.â
âNo Iâm not! Iâm not crazy to think this is weird. Hax is so much more giggly when heâs around Infume. He toppled out of his chair once when Infume said a joke. Like I swear that joke wasnât even that funny. It was something about triple T. Actually, maybe it was pretty funny.â
âItâs just how Hax is.â Rowl dropped the box he was holding to the ground, a mix of greyish-dust and gunpowder clouding around the base. Mongey reflexively covered his face with his elbow before hacking a cough. The odour of stale asphalt and destruction assaulted his senses, but the riffling of papers could still be heard, loud as day.
âI feel like if Hax really liked Infume, he would tell us, you know? Itâs not just how much that guy likes to talk, but also that weâre his⌠friends. Surely heâd tell us about his boy crush or whatever.â
After the dust settled, and the rustling of documents stopped, Rowl reached up for the box on the top shelf. A lurid label of red with enormous text was plastered across its front, yet Mongey still had to squint to make out the text in the darkness. Rowlâs fingers could only graze the edge of the box before he got off his tip-toes and resigned to looking expectedly at Mongey.
Mongey grinned. He slid the box down to Rowl with ease.
âHmm. I guess. But I feel like itâs so obvious, no way Hax doesnât know, right?â
âWhy do you care so much?â
âI donât know man. Iâm just curious. I feel like this has been going on for too long. That Iâve been suffering with the two doing weird things for too long. Whatever it takes to stop them from being strange.â
âThen you should tell them to stop. No point ranting to me.â Rowlâs eyes narrowed while sorting through the papers, swiping through them methodically. Mongey just pouts.
âCâmon man. I donât know⌠I just feel like they wonât understand. Like they already know butââ
âWow, so theyâre completely stupid? Hax would tell us if he liked Infume. He doesnât anyway, because he wouldâve been honest to us. Okay? He trusts us.â
âYeah, I know but he clearly likes Infume. You canât say you donât see it.â
âHax would tell us. Weâre his best friends. There is no way we would be left out of a confession because of fucking Infume. Now, are we done gossiping about our friend? Can we get back to finding the stupid hero file?â
The silence rang around the room. Humid, almost still air clung to their skin as a bead of sweat rolled down Rowlâs forehead. Swiping it away, Rowl reached for another box on the top of the shelf. His fingers hook onto the box but as he attempted to pull it off the shelf, he wobbled uncontrollably.
A thud reverberated around the small room. âOh my god! Rowl!â
Rowl winced as he rubbed his elbow. The pain bloomed, while microscopic compared to his other injuries, was exacerbated by the duel he had with Nhb the other day. He shuddered just thinking about it.
Hunched over his fallen friend, Mongey wrapped a steady grip around Rowlâs arms to lift him up. Rowl winced again, the wilted flowers drooping from his hair releasing a saccharine pong of jasmine and mint. Mongey bats the pink smoke out of his face, but doesnât say anything.
âI can sort the stuff for you if you want. You should take a rest after yesterday.â
âNoâ no itâs fine.â
The shuffling of papers reverberated around the room again. Another hand joined Rowl in the sorting. Gunpowder and ash still bitterly stung Mongeyâs tongue as he sluggishly flicked through the papers, barely giving each a glance. Fatigue and the residue of adrenaline hung heavy on his back, a stern warning of the battles to come.
âHave you found it yet, Mongey? Youâre flipping too fast, by the way.â
âNo.â
âOkay. It might be the other box then.â Rowl drew a stray strand of emerald hair behind his ear.
After sorting through the entire box, Mongey sighed as nothing came out. It was all just boring contract after bureaucratic document. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
âIâm sorry man. I care for Hax too. But, the idea that he likes Infume, and theyâd do all the couple stuff. I dunno. Itâs just repulsive. Coupled with the fact thatâ yâknow. Wait, I think I found the document!â
Scrambled text of strange codes littered the front page.
âWait, Mongey, they have a map of the CCTV coverage. Are they actually stupid?â
The pair chuckle out a laugh as Mongey cracks the cipher. The text illustrates Chelseaâs assistant hero patrolling schedules to a teeâ when they do their robotic marches or when they carry out spotchecks on non-white citizens. The usual.
âThatâs fine then. So we can use this zone and this zone and this zone to plant the bombs rightâŚWho even thought this was possibly a good idea?â
âRight?â
Both of them chuckled before settling into a warm silence. Rowl stacked the papers before stashing them into his other separate folder with âONLY FOR TUITION STUDENTSâ sprawled across it. Rowl had graduated last year.
âItâs okay Rowl. We both want whatâs best for Hax. Lowkey some random civilian really isnât, but I dunno man. I just hope they can do something about⌠whatever is going on.â
âCan I be honest?â Rowl sprawled across an arm chair, with that sticky tone of fake neutrality.. Mongey raised an eyebrow.
âSure. I mean, you can just say Iâm Haxâs favourite friend.â
âNo- hah. Uhm, when I was at their place, we were just laying on the sofa. And like Infume came over to pass us drinks or whatever. And while this guy was sipping on his lukewarm water like champagne, he was staring at Infume typing his work at the dining table. With this like⌠awestruck expression. Like Infume was the rising sun. And when he caught me looking at him, he avoided my eye contact and went back to watching Youtube shorts.I asked him about it and he didnât even reply. Is he trying to hide something from me? Are they already dating or something? Why wonât he just tell me?â
Rowl takes a deep breath, eyebrows crumpling the delicate complexion of bright skin.
âThe other time he told me he was busy studying for an exam so he cancelled on me. Turns out he went with Infume last minute to go see a basketball game. Like, does he even know ball about basketball? He also spends so much time with Infume after meeting him, like what? Seven months ago? What about the one year, ten months and three days we spent together?â
âHmm. Do you think heâs not trying to lie to you but maybe heâsâŚyâknow.â
âWhat?â
âLikeâŚâ
âWhat!â
âAshamed?â
âAshamed? Of what?â
âAbout liking a yâknow⌠a guy, much less a civilian.â
It felt like Rowl was hit by a truck a second time that day. And it wasnât even about his beloved goldfish being cooked alive by his flatmate. The nights Hax never answered his phone came flooding back to him.
âI donât think heâs homophobic.â
âIâm not saying he is! Itâs just a guess. I just remember he told me about how he was called âzestyâ and âflittyâ in middle school or whatever when he refused to cut his hair. His parents forced him to cut it or theyâd disown him. Said he looked like a uhmâ yeah. Thatâs why he doesnât wanna send his sister photos of him now or something. That sheâd think something else of him. I guess it would make sense.â
â...It would, actually. Huh. Thatâs why he never told me he liked listening to god damn Lady Gaga.â
âWait, thatâs heat.â
âProbably wouldnât even want Infume to be at risk as a civilian too. I mean⌠with our constant threat of arrest as wanted villains. I feel kinda bad now.â
âYou wanna help him?â
âHow? Unless we give up villainhood or destroy all the injustice in the world, we ainât doing that.â
âHmm. What about a secret third option?â
âHuh.â
Mongey winked with a glint in his eyes. Rowl furrowed his brows in confusion.
âWhat if we just get Infume to ask him out?â
âDude, thereâs just no way. That guy is an actual mess. Respectfully, even if he has beaten my ass during shooting, he would lose so much aura even uttering a word.â
âCan Hax even say no if he asks?â
âNo, but like- look Mongey what if weâre just both wrong? What if Hax just doesnât like Infume? And like itâs just gonna be messy bro.â
âWe still have to try at least!!â
Mongey skipped away as Rowl sighed, clambering up from his chair with the documents to drag himself to follow Mongey. Suddenly, the lights in their dingy headquarters shone brighter.
