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[ ‧₊˚ ݁ ˖ || ᴛʜᴇᴏ ] wrote: "HELPPPP I TOOK SOME OF THOSE WITH MY FRIENDS LAST YEAR TOO LOLLL,,,, dw dw twin I got,,,the same exact thing HELPP"

IM CRYING🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹💔💔💔💔

I made my friend take the alpha/beta/omega test right?? Because me and my online friends took it???and I got,,submissive omega, and I am now determined to find someone who gets something Lower than ,e,,,right,,,

HE GOT FUCKING DOMINANT ALPHA,,,ITS ON SIGHT WHAT . PULLING A MOB RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW/J.

WHWHHAAHAHTTTT😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔

YESSSS YES YES ITS MY FAVORITE ARG RIGHT NOW,,, ITS SO GOOD LIKE THE BTS HAS A WUOTE THAT GENUINELY GAVE ME CHILLSS LIKE,,, I HAVE IT PINNED ON MY MAGMA LIKE I GENUINELY LOVE IT SO MUCH,, I WONT SAY IT BECAUSE #SPOILERS BUT OKUUUUHHFHFHCHCHCHHHFHF

all I’ll say is
Alone Together

I’m so jolly 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🌷🌷🌷🌷I’m recommending to anyone reading this to WATXH THE SKIN CAVES MINECRAFT ARG🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥IT IS ANTI-AI IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE AND ITS LIKE GENUINELY SOOOOOOOSOOOOOO GOOD LIKKKKEEEE LIKE!!!!PLEASE AND IT HAS SUBTLE YAOI PLEASE EVEYRONE GOGOGO ITS BY ZACHOGAMES I THINK ON YOUTUBE ITS CALLED
Finding The End Of The Skin Caves
PLLLLEEASSSEE

DAS🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 markiplier ref in the first sentence lets go

[ ‧₊˚ ݁ ˖ || ᴛʜᴇᴏ ] wrote: "GLITTERDUO MENTION YAYAYYAYAY,,,,I love themSO MUCH GAHHHH,,,jhgfdfghjkl,,,,,,,

me when i steal how you use background photos and quotes/lyrics,,,/SILLY"

GIGGLES we just bounce off each other ong

[ ‧₊˚ ݁ ˖ || ᴛʜᴇᴏ ] wrote: "IM GONNA BAWL /VPOS

me when,,,when I can yap about rev to my friends during lunch and such >>> and that I'm still friends with them !! /silly"

GIGGLES,,,
this time it was one of ur glitterduo arts,,,,, the colors you used on those pieces genuinely are some of my inspirations a lot,,,,GIGGLSS,, getting to yap about cool oomfs is so fun🌸🌸🌸🌈🌈

Sometimes I’ll get on magma , repost one of theo’s old arts and brag that we’re friends and go on about my day /gen /silly

DUDE. I HAVE FUCKING SPECTACULAR NEWS????

SO?????
I UH????HAVE MY PHONE????? PERMANENTLY….????????? SCREAM……????

Like I have it RRRRIIIGHT NOWW but I have screen time until 3pmmmm????? Holy moly?…

OUU WHAT ARE YOU AND EVIE BEING FOR HALLOWEEN ??

(view spoiler)[
“something’s coming in three days” all day that one sentence haunted Mob. About a million questions swirled around him about it, what was coming? Why didn’t Verity warn him sooner? And many more. He wanted answers, But Verity was nowhere to be found, which was his first red flag. The ai was almost always attached to his hip, so them randomly disappearing was odd to say the least. But it wasn’t like they’d leave forever, they were bound to come back at some point.

Mob didn’t stray from his duties, working more on the base itself and a farm and just a bunch of housekeeping things outside until at some point, he saw Verity out of the corner of his eye, he quickly turned to them, only to be met with their back disappearing into the base. He frowned, a bit shocked that they didn’t even try to greet him. He dropped everything he was doing and followed them into the house,

“Verity?” He called out simply, and to his surprise he did not get a response. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t slightly worry him. He walked around a bit, wondering where they could’ve gone too, “I saw you come in,” he added slowly, crossing his arms in front of his chest. That was when he heard a sigh, which was laced with frustration. Yet he still hadn’t seen the ai itself.

“aren’t you busy? Why- why’re you looking for me?” Verity’s voice hit Mob’s ears and he spun around, to be greeted with verity, who stood in front of him, though their gaze was distant and avoidant, “Well- I mean, yeah. But where have you been?” He asked, staring at them, almost as though he was inspecting them. Something just felt.. off about the being standing adjacent to him. But he couldn’t figure out what exactly.

“I was collecting a few things,” they said, vaguely gesturing out with their hand, the other stayed folded behind their back. Mob blinked, “oohhhhkayy?” He drawled out, a bit confused. Verity had never left to ‘collect a few things’ before.. “Is there anything you need, Mob?” Verity asked the enderman softly, to which he shook his head “No,” he answered simply, and Verity nodded, “ok then,” they concluded, turned, and walked away. Mob just watched.

the rest of the day was back to normal after that, until around sunfall, when Mob sat on his bed and Verity sat across from him, on the crafting table. Verity was awfully quiet, and Mob obviously noticed, speaking up “You’ve acted really differently today…” Mob pointed out quietly, and Verity stared for a moment, processing the information,

“different? How so?” They asked simply, one of their legs bouncing up and down. Mob frowned, "Avoidant? I guess?” Mob mumbled with a shrug, “It just feels like you’re hiding something from me,” he added, and Verity’s facial expression molded into something guilty but only for a split second before returning to a calm and empty one.

“it’s.. Nothing you need to worry about, Mob.” They said, though it didn’t convince Mob even a little bit. Verity stood up, lazily setting their hand on Mob’s shoulder, “I haven’t lied to you, why would I now?” They said gently, with a small smile, and the enderman slowly nodded, “yeah.. yeah, okay.” He responded, returning the smile. “You should sleep now, it’s late,” the AI instructed him softly.

When Verity was positive mob fell asleep, they slipped out of the base with a deep sigh, they’d be lying if they said the hunger was absent. It was never absent. It was just dulled. But it was always the same routine, dull and tingling hunger until it bubbled up and overtook them. It happened with every player they’d ever encountered. They always felt a bit guilty for it, taking a life so they could selfishly continue to live.

But, with Mob, it was different. The hunger was different, not as aggressive. Still there, but calmer. They didn’t want to succumb to it. They didn’t want to see Mob the way he did, as just another player. Because deep down, something gnawed at them and said that Mob was different, that he wasn’t just another player. And they wanted to hold that. That feeling. But they couldn’t, they knew that. People don’t eat because they want to, they do it because if they don’t they’ll eventually die.

Verity, though not a human, was no exception. They still needed to eat. They just wished that they didn’t have to eat how they did. They’d trade just about anything to stop seeing the fear, the disgust, the discomfort that the players showed when the hunger was too much. The AI didn’t want to think about how Mob would react… so they didn’t. They started walking.



Mob woke up the next day to gentle rain. Not ideal. He looked around as he pushed himself out of the bed, stretching up. Again, Verity was nowhere to be seen. It was weird, again, to wake up and find the AI gone. He walked over to the window, gazing outside of it vacantly, before seeing the yellow figure, distantly standing. It was too far to Mob to go to them without taking damage from the rain, kudos to his enderman background.

though that didn’t stop him from trying. He hummed and turned on his heel, moving with intent and grabbed his hoodie, pulling it over his head and throwing up the hood over his head. He knew it wouldn’t entirely deflect the acidic pain, but it would definitely dull it. At least it wasn’t pouring, he thought to himself opening the door, a scowl painted his face at the sigh of water pattering on the grass.

he gazed back over to verity, took a small breath then began walking quickly, it wasn’t bad at first, but no more than a minute after he left the safe abode, water had already seeped through his hoodie, causing him to wince. He couldn’t turn back now, when the AI was less than 10 feet away from him. He opened his mouth to call out the other, but resisted. He didn’t know what verity was doing, nor how they’d react to find Mob out in the rain. So he kept his mouth closed

When he reached the AI, he stood for a second, gazing at them, before setting a hand on their arm, “Verity?” He questioned, watching as they physically tensed up, their posture immediately improved, and they cleared their throat. They moved their arm to wipe their mouth before speaking, “Mob- What- What are you doing out here. It’s raining. Go home,” they immediately spat, voice cracking and dismissive.

the enderman didn’t like that answer, “okay, come with me.” He instructed, and Verity pushed Mob’s hand off their arm, “I will in a bit,” they said, voice much calmer now, like a mechanical switch. Mob noticed that the AI still faced away from him and his eyebrows furrowed, “why won’t you look at me, Verity?” He asked , crossing his arms. He wasn’t even paying attention to the acidic liquid falling against his skin.

“Mob, go home.” They said, their gaze falling to the ground, “I will follow in a bit.” They avoided the question and Mob clearly didn’t appreciate that, grabbing his arm and tugging them a bit, “Verity! What is going on with you!” He hissed, “Your acting really suspicious-, and now you won’t even look at me? How am I supposed to just ignore that?”

Verity let themselves be spun around facing the enderman and watching as his expression fell from angry to uncomfortable and fearful. And the AI hummed, “Are you happy now?” They asked softly and Mob could only stare. The sight was inhuman. More than inhuman. It made his stomach churn in a way he couldn’t bear to think about. He could barely describe it. Their face was seemingly splintered from their chin up to their nose. (hide spoiler)]

And I still have like 8 paragraphs left worth of ideas to add to this :ppppp

New Kai writing unlocked btw,, m
My friend has a hc that verity’s monster form is kinda like yarnaby and their face splits open and im writing a thing for it🔥 hold up lemme get the fic

When they ask if the wip is almost done but the word count is only 2243 and that’s rookie numbers/hj

(view spoiler)[ Mob pushed himself off the bed, standing up and taking a couple steps to stand In front of the sitting AI His hands balled into fists at his side, his fingers dug into the skin on his palm, leaving small indents on the skin, “I Hate you.” He spat the words, lifting his hand to jab a finger at Verity’s chest, “I Hate just about everything about you.“ he repeated, a slight tremble snuck into his words, and small tears tugged at his tear line, making his eyes glossy.

Verity could only sit and watch. Watch as the one person he actually enjoyed being around spat cruel and hurtful words at him like they were nothing. And they’d be lying if they said it didn’t have an effect. The words tugged at his chest in a way they couldn’t understand. Made their throat tight and mouth dry. They didn’t understand how one small question could result in.. This. Verity’s hands just sat next to them, gripping the crafting table like a lifeline.

“Mob-“ they tried to reason again, but the enderman was quick to cut him off, “No!” He hissed, “I have NO interest in whatever you’re about to say! I put up with you- your dumb banter! I answered your question, why couldn’t you have just went on about your day?” He cried out desperately, his hand moving to Verity’s shoulder, fingers curling into the vest, a weak shaky breath forced itself out of Mobs throat, a tear slipped down his cheek and he was sure some invisible force was clawing at his throat. His gaze fell to the floor, refusing to acknowledge the breakdown he was having, and the worst part being it all fell apart Verity's gaze.

Verity was no expert at people. They knew that. But, they weren’t terrible at comforting, They actually considered themselves to be pretty good at it. They hesitated for a moment, while they considered to just, do nothing. Let Mob stand in front of them and cry. But, that wasn’t Verity, for who were they if not a helper? So they exhaled softly, and hesitantly wrapped their arms around Mob, who just let out a shaky sob “get-get your fucking hands off me, man-“ he hissed, giving a small attempt to flee the comfort, but nothing else.

”just calm down, Mob. You can go back to hating me in a few minutes,” they softly assured gently pulling the enderman closer, and Mob crumbled, falling into Verity‘s embrace, his hands moving to verity’s back, nails digging through the fabric, into Verity’s skin, making them wince a bit, but it was alright, since it was Mob. Sobs echoed from Mob and Verity just held him, occasionally dragging their fingers over the enderman‘s back.

”I hate you- I hate you so much-“ he choked out, he wasn’t fully sure if it was directed to the Ai that held him, or himself. It was probably both. Verity just hummed, “I know,” he muttered softly, a hint of sadness dripped in his tone, but not enough for Mob to notice, if he even cared, which was unlikely. They lifted up Mob’s body which had gone limp in Verity’s arms, bridal style, and moved him back to the bed, sitting down and setting the enderman next to them, just making sure he was at least comfortable. Mob didn’t verbalize any complaints, just grumbling something under his breath.

“This is pathetic- dumb.” Mob spoke up, pulling one of his hands away from Verity to wipe his eye with his sleeve. “No, it’s not, Mob.” Verity assured him softly, to which Mob scoffed, “I don’t want your opinion on it,” he immediately spat and Verity sighed, “I’m not going to let you drive yourself further into this depression, you realize that right?” Verity questioned (hide spoiler)]

2/2,,,,

I’m actually still not done with this like at all but yeah LMGAOOO

(view spoiler)[ Hurt and comfort fic yeah.


Verity had learned many things during his time spent with Mob, they’d learned that humans need friends, for whatever reason, how much Mob liked diamonds, and a bunch of other, less relivant things. But, what they still couldn’t comprehend, was emotions. Feelings. they couldn’t understand why Mob was so angry and upset when they took Twixxel away. They didn’t understand why Mob seemed so distant and short recently. None of it made any sense to the ai. And they’d done as much research as their technology allowed them too, but, nothing helped.

They’d decided that they were going to ask Mob about it. But, they didn’t know how, because everytime Verity would try to have a conversation with the enderman, he would immediately shut it down, send the ai away and isolate himself. Verity knew if he tried to bring it up casually, the same thing would have happen. They had to be strategic, and that was not one of Verity’s strong suits. They didn’t do well with planning or being sneaky. It wasn’t in their code, they were used to making small talk and interacting freely with the players. But, it was Mob we were talking about, so Verity knew it would be worth it.

They knew Mob went out mining, so it gave them a sorta ‘freebie’ to talk with the enderman when he got back since they had a routine anytime Mob went out alone, which was that Verity would check Mob and make sure he hadn’t been injured. They had guessed that Mob would probably dismiss the situation when approached so they would have to be prepared to have a small argument about it. It wasn’t particularly what they had in mind to get to have a conversation. But, they couldn’t think of anything else.

Mob threw the door open and slipped into the house, closing the door before any mobs could get in. He exhaled and muttered something under his breath before turning to face the open area of the house, only to be met with the one face he didn’t want to see. Verity’s. He sighed lowly, crossing his arms while he waited for the ai to say whatever it was they had planned,

“Mob! You’re back,” they began, their voice revealing their excitement to see the enderman, “yeah. I am. Now, could you.. move.” He said dismissively, but Verity persisted, “Well, No. Not just yet,” they began, adjusting their stance, folding their arms neatly behind their back, “I haven’t checked you for injuries yet,” they hummed, and watched the irritation twist into Mob’s face and body language, “Verity. I’m fine. And I really don’t feel like doing all that today,” he spat almost immediately, something Verity had predicted and planned for, so when mob tried to slide on past the ai, they grabbed Mob’s arm in a tight, but not painful grip.

“Mob, just because your being distant and avoiding me, doesn’t changet the routine we agreed on,” they said simply, their voice was disturbingly calm and soft. Mob hated it. He tensed at the touch and slowly turned back to Verity, “Why won’t you just take my word for it?” He hissed, to which Verity barely even flinched, “I would, but you have a history of lying to me,” they shot back, and Mob fell silent, he’d run out of excuses to avoid Verity. “Now please, go sit down,” Verity added, letting go of Mob’s arm, and he silently agreed.

Mob sat down on the bed, and Verity smiled and did their usual routine, pulling up Mob’s sleeves and checking for injury, finding nothing. this continued until they got enough courage and asked, “How do you name your feelings?” And Mob basically recoiled with confusion, “what?” He questioned, and Verity hummed, “Your feelings. How do you.. describe them. Humans have feelings. No?” They asked, before pulling back their hands and moving to sit on the crafting table next to Mob’s bed, crossing one leg over the other, sitting adjacent to the enderman, watching him like a hawk, gauging any sign of emotion.

”well, I mean. Yeah? Wait, isn’t your thing to like, ‘know EVERYTHING’?” He questioned, tilting his head and Verity blinked, and let out a small awkward laugh, “uh. Yeah. This is… different,” they dismissed, waving their hand around, and Mob opened his mouth to ask a follow up question, which would back the Ai into a corner that they didn’t wish to deal with quite yet, “will you just answer my question, please?” They redirected the conversation with a small smile . Mob hummed, thinking for a moment before answering, “that question is really vague, man.” Mob mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly..

Verity would be lying if they said they understood, what exactly was vague about the question? They sat silent for a second, setting their hand on their leg, tapping it slowly, “oh… I see...” they lied simply, “How can i make it more …. clear?” They finished. What possibly could they change about the question to make it less vague. Would that not make the question more difficult to answer? They frowned at the thought.

”What Feeling are you interested in .uh... understanding, I guess?” Mob asked slowly. There was nothing he could explain to the Ai to fix the original prompt, so he changed the font. In the end, it was still the same question, just in a different format. Verity blinked. ‘What feeling’? They wondered why the enderman couldn’t just explain them all, which made them remember just how complex humans were.

Verity sat for a good minute. Just thinking, thinking about different feelings players have mentioned in their years of being a helper friend, they didn‘t know that many, but, their were quite a few. That, they did know. They could pick something simple, ‘sad’, ‘fear’, ‘happy’, ’angry’, but they didn’t, the one they picked was one they never could have imagined saying to anyone, one that they’d only heard vaguely thrown around on the internet, though it was never explained. It was always just assumed that everyone knew it’s meaning.

”love.” The word felt forced and foreign on their tongue. But foreign in a way that could only be described as stepping onto unexplored lands with the intention to learn and build a life on it. Verity had always had a small sense of interest in the idea of love. Having a partner to yourself, going on dates, holding hands, etc. But, they also were interested in what it ACTUALLY was. Outside of what the media told them, which was close to nothing.

A part of Mob half expected that, but it still caught him a little off guard. so he had to take a minute to compose his thoughts. to think how to explain a human emotion to a non-human. Especially one so.. deep. “Hm. Well.. I mean, it—it’s, different for everyone..” he began, setting his hands on his lap, “for some its just feeling safe and comfortable with someone, and others its less of just one feeling, it could be like, physical effects, like sweaty palms or racing heart, I suppose.” He continued, it Felt like he was talking to a small child. Which considering it was Verity, the feeling was pretty accurate.

Verity sat back a bit and hummed, “I see,” they acknowledged softly, before they both sat in awkward silence. Neither of them dared to speak, yet they both had more they could and wanted to say. And in the end, the AI was the first to speak. It was something they’d wanted to ask Mob for a while. Something that they kept to themselves in fear of how the enderman would react, since the question involved a certain someone Mob cared deeply about. a little too deeply for Verity’s liking. They took a sharp intake of breath than exhaled it, glancing back at Mob, he didn’t seem angry, which was a good sign. When Mob looked up and met Verity‘s gaze, he was met with a warm smile from the Ai.

”How did you feel after you found out Twixxel was gone?” The question cut the silence and peace before replacing it with an even quieter but thick tension. Mob basically recoiled at this question. A shiver crawled up his spine, and shot through his body to the tips of his fingers. A familiar sense of anger and resentment echoed through his mind and body, as though he was just dragged back to the devastating night. Confusion blurred with frustration poured over his body. How could they ask something like that? WHY would they ask something like that?

Mob didn’t think at all before he responded, if that was even what you could call it. he more of yelled at the ai, “how did I feel? What kind of fucking question is that, Verity?” He snapped, taking a small breath before continuing before Verity could even get a single word in. “No matter what I say, you wouldn’t understand anyway!” He sneered, watching the ai physically recoil at the hurtful words, and yet Mob continued, not caring how hurtful his words may have been “you REALLY want to know how I felt- How I STILL feel, Verity?” He asked with a humorless, bitter laugh.

“Mob I think I may have miscalculated when to ask you this” Verity quickly pushed himself into Mob’s rant, Immediately seeing that this was not a good idea on their behalf and had no positive outcomes. Though the Ai quickly figured out that defusing the enderman was much easier of a concept versus actually doing so (hide spoiler)]

1/2 🗣️🔥🔥

BrRO??? I TRIED TO POST THE UPDATED FIC AND IT EXCEEDED THE CHARACTER LIMIT LMMMAOO

IM SO EXCITED DUDE IVE HEARD SUCH GERAT THUNGS 😁😁😁🔥🔥

CHEERS!!!!!!

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ᴷᵃⁱ wrote: "⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ wrote: " Verity had learned many things during his time spent with Mob, they’d learned that humans need friends, for whatever reason, how much Mob liked diamonds, and a bunch of o..."

Unironically I rewrote a lot of this ,,, word count went up like 1K words!

[ ‧₊˚ ݁ ˖ || ᴛʜᴇᴏ ] wrote: "also rev!!! das sent you a friend request :3333 their user rn is "Dasintiainmemorials""

IM GIGGLING I JUST SAW THIS IM CRYING OML WHY IS THE MESSAGE
“their friend, 67 67 verity”

IM FUCMI G GIGGLING