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"Won't you die tonight for love?
Baby, join me in death
Won't you die?
Baby, join me in death
But won't you die tonight for love?
Baby, join me in death"
⛧ Baby Witch || Yumejoshi || Gemini ⛧
|| Occasional Writer ⛧ Fanfic Enjoyer ||
⛧ Insanely Mentally Ill⛧
Int !! : Tcoaal Fans, Yandere Lovers, Horror Fans
Dni : Tcoaal Haters, Pro-C, Racists, Homo/Transphobes, Ai Supporters, Adult x Minor fans, Shota/Lolicons, predators, anyone who makes my best friend uncomfortable
This is going to sound so crazy what im about to say but I think d3rlord3 acting like a parental figure towards Avery is a cute hc and we need more of it
learning true bravery is one of the best tropes i love characters that believe they're not scared of anything and then they are proven wrong and yet they're still brave enough to trudge forwards with a "...maybe I am scared"
Sometimes i wonder what happened to d3rlord3 after everything. What do y'all think? After getting hit with the knowledge blast™ TWICE he probably went crazy. I don't think a human being would be able to withstand that and come out mentally stable. I hate the idea, but i believe that he probably used whatever was left of his sanity to warn avery, and then he probably just ended it.
I think him killing himself might genuinely be the most believable outcome for him. But, at the same time, it pains me to think that was his ending.
He quite literally destroyed himself with his own curiosity. His entire existence is the living embodiment of "curiosity killed the cat.". Because, honestly, curiosity is what got him to where he is now. He felt a calling, yeah. It was the main reason he continued to push forward. But he still fell to his own weakness. His own strive for knowledge and closure is like his Achilles heel.
So, just like the cat, curiosity killed him.
But he's very brave, despite that. While curiosity is his weakness, I think his main strength would be bravery or selflessness. I mean. He was quite literally going insane. He punched through stone for god knows how long. With an ink sack. Just to alert Avery of what was to come.
In a way, part of me also likes to think hes probably still alive. Like its delusional and there's no evidence pointing to that fact but its mine and I hold it dear to my heart.
I think, in the off chance he's still roaming the earth somehow, its purely because he feels like he has to. He went out of his way to warn Avery, so maybe he's still alive trying to figure out how to put a stop to it. HIGHLY unlikely, but I think I have the right to cope.
Long story short, good chance d3rlord3 ended his life. But one can dream.
Sometimes i wonder what happened to d3rlord3 after everything. What do y'all think? After getting hit with the knowledge blast™ TWICE he probably went crazy. I don't think a human being would be able to withstand that and come out mentally stable. I hate the idea, but i believe that he probably used whatever was left of his sanity to warn avery, and then he probably just ended it.
I think him killing himself might genuinely be the most believable outcome for him. But, at the same time, it pains me to think that was his ending.
He quite literally destroyed himself with his own curiosity. His entire existence is the living embodiment of "curiosity killed the cat.". Because, honestly, curiosity is what got him to where he is now. He felt a calling, yeah. It was the main reason he continued to push forward. But he still fell to his own weakness. His own strive for knowledge and closure is like his Achilles heel.
So, just like the cat, curiosity killed him.
But he's very brave, despite that. While curiosity is his weakness, I think his main strength would be bravery or selflessness. I mean. He was quite literally going insane. He punched through stone for god knows how long. With an ink sack. Just to alert Avery of what was to come.
In a way, part of me also likes to think hes probably still alive. Like its delusional and there's no evidence pointing to that fact but its mine and I hold it dear to my heart.
I think, in the off chance he's still roaming the earth somehow, its purely because he feels like he has to. He went out of his way to warn Avery, so maybe he's still alive trying to figure out how to put a stop to it. HIGHLY unlikely, but I think I have the right to cope.
Long story short, good chance d3rlord3 ended his life. But one can dream.
Sigh I love my best friend sm I need them to send me more of their wisdom so I might traverse this treacherous path of torment and anguish (Writers block)
Avery is stupid. Well, not stupid, but reckless. This is heavily based on fanon, I'll be honest. If fanon was the daily conversations between me and my best friend two hours before we both pass out from sleep deprivation.
"Actually-" He'd start, finger pointing up like the motion would be enough to keep the blood vessels in your temple from popping.
And, part of him took pleasure in seeing your hands clenches around your sides.
He enjoys the times spent saying things so profoundly stupid that it would catch himself off guard.
Along with fighting,―Which he took great interest in. Proof of such being the many stacked trophies decorating the makeshift desks within your little hut.―His second favorite passion was knowing how to press your buttons and watch the twitch in your eye at the well known fact you loved him too much to do anything about it.
He wasn't sadistic, he wouldn't consider himself so.
But, every now and then, he'd admit to such a pleasure.
Compared to his strength, everything else he took the time to do seemed like a destined failure.
His first attempt at a house was a lopsided, single door, obnoxiously cramped, dirt hut.
The second was significantly better.
Not due to sudden skill, but because, compared to an abominable creation of a shack he stuck together with sticks and mud, it was certainly an upgrade.
It was made of wood.
Oak wood, to be exact.
A few logs surrounding the edges to add a nice touch. Each wall holding the same stature of five blocks wide and five blocks tall. He had even placed a bed next to the furnace for ambience.
"Like a fireplace!" He'd add, motioning to the heat already beginning to burn your legs from proximity.
After proposing a third attempt, it didn't take too long before building a house yourself.
Despite such a lovely home, he rarely enjoyed staying in it.
Even when night dawned and the distant clacking of bones roamed the surrounding area with little to no trajectory.
Scorching heat or thunder strikes, you'd find him battling with the nearest moving object like each head rewarded him with ten points. Five for the torso, and three for anything less fun.
The thrill of victory never shamed him, and although his strength was impressive, he lacked any real mind to plan.
If anything, his sword aimed mindlessly with hope and a dream.
With that being said, his inventory held a small collection of quick heals.
He could protect you, there wasn't any doubt about that.
But to leave completely unscathed?
Wishful thinking at best.
A few golden apples, totem of undying, and as much randomly picked up fruit as your heart could desire. (All of which was only ever really reserved for you)
But, the end results were enough to make you forget about the simple fact he was the one to start a tussle between him and a spider. The sun still high and mighty in the sky.
The droppings were like gifts. An eye for your eye on him.
Which, safe to say, he throughly enjoyed the attention.
Desperate for it, even. If his constant theatrical behavior was enough to show it.
A slip and a fall on occasion. But that was only part of his plan, of course. His plan of fast glances and soon-to-be crushed flowers that would bend helplessly in his grip.
Because, at the end of the day, he really was a romantic. A reckless, impulsive one at that, but still romantic.
If you ignored the fact your first kiss was shared between a pathetic attempt at confidence and a confession with too many words and too few pauses.
This one was more romance centered. Thank GOD. This was just me writing mindlessly and aimed to please both me and my best friend. As the greatest works of fiction were created, of course.
I'm dsmping this and making Minecraft the reality you're both in. The king in yellow is not present in this au (At least, not yet). Not much romance but I'm working on it.
A book reader.
An active one, at that. The kind of book worm that would keep the library at a good 72°F. If, of course, temperature was a luxury the both of you could afford.
He built it one off day. Roof high and shelves stacked head to toe with story upon story upon recipe book and the occasional archive.
He likes reading to you when the day is quiet and there's no need to tend to his daily rituals.
(Rituals consisting of hunting, feeding you, feeding himself, and working on things that begged hard enough to catch his trained eye. How he knew what you fix―You were never too sure yourself―never seemed like such a heavy task.)
He enjoys fantasy. The liege and their knight were always his favorites, alongside mystery and action.
He'd never tell you this, and would rather it be buried away with his more.. embarrassing thoughts, but before you both had become official, he would pick up a page and recite a written confession like a vow.
A vow that, one day, he'd recite to you.
He wasn't the best at being a romantic guy.
He knew that basics; Bring flowers, compliment them, act like a gentleman.
That wasn't enough, he eventually realized.
It got him places, but they weren't enough to woo you.
He'd spend his days taking notes from the great man Shakesword, or by reading aloud 'A Red, Red Rose' by Lava Burns.
Pretty words for a pretty person, he'd say after learning poetry like a religious man would learn the Bible.
He learned many things simply to gain your favor.
That wasn't to say he was talentless.
He mastered chess, figured out puzzles within the span of a minute, and actively participated with textbooks of random knowledge the villages would leave behind.
He was a man of sound mind, and often liked to use such an ability to the absolute best.
He'd share fact after fact with you. Ancient civilizations that used to roam beneath the heels of your feet. Legends heard from the village folk when night approached and he'd snag a conversation or two.
And, if he heard a particularly good one, a romantic one, he'd play around with the idea of reincarnation.
He enjoys the idea of it.
He likes to think about it. when you're fast asleep beside him in a bed he built with his own two hands. When your head rests against his shoulders just right after almost stirring awake from a ghost of a kiss to the forehead.
Its times like those when he let's himself get lost in thought.
Thoughts about you, mostly. Other things as well, but mostly you.
You, and the multitude of things he likes when it comes to you.
Kisses on the forehead are like a passion to him. Your lips are perfect, but he's always been more of a gentle man.
Gentle in the ways that counted. Gentle when you needed him to be.
He's level headed, and isn't afraid to let that be known through the steadiness of his hands and the precision of his words.
Thought before action.
I'm not exactly sure how to write him or even characterize him in a romantic setting but I'm in love with him and I think he'd be the domestic type. Gentle giant, if you will.
