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Masterlist What I will write

SFW

Angst (I’m a sucker for it)

Songfics

Fluff

Yandere

Gore

Anything in between

X Readers (Fem, Male, and GN reader)

Regular fic (no x reader, just with canon characters)

AU's

Suggestive

What I won’t write

NSFW

Smut

LGBTQ+ (In the nicest way possible, I don't have enough experience with this and I want to be able to write accurately)

Kidnapping

Torture

Anything illegal (minor x adult, drugs, etc.)

These can have exceptions under certain characters.

Fandoms I write for

The Amazing Digital Circus

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Toon Quest

Lego Monkey Kid

Five Night’s At Freddy’s

Moon Knight

Inside Out 1 & 2

EPIC: The Musical

SCP Foundation

Original Characters

Other fandoms when requested

I will take requests for other fandoms

Frequently asked questions:

When will you answer questions?

Usually every day I will check unless something important happens. I’m still in school, so on weekdays I will answer after 4pm EST unless I have the day off.

How long will it take you to write?

It will take a little bit for each one depending on how big of a request it is. I promise I am working on it; it just may take me a while. Plus I’m still in school, so I also have to manage projects and homework.

Will you ever change what you won’t write?

Actually, I do adjust it fairly often! Recently I've added more options to what I will write. At the moment, everything within the section of what I won't write is just general boundaries of mine, but like I said before, it could possibly change :D

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This info dump may change from time to time, so keep up!

Perhaps Ender and the Reader know each other from childhood, and Reader has been their rock since then, helping with alleviating his sorrows and keep him set on his path. Ender has developed strong feelings towards Reader, but Reader has only ever been his best friend and they maintain those feelings.

Up to you whether or not Reader is royalty or a knight or some other castle role or simply a villager - I just want the one-shot to be Ender focused, maybe even his point of view primarily while still maintaining third person?

Thank you!

YESSS YAYAYAYAYA INDEED AMAZE AMAZE AMAZE also i used an unnamed reader for this :D

Heartfelt Betrayal

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Ender x Reader

OC ~ Oneshot ~ Angst Words: 1.1K Published: 4/14/2026

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There she goes again. Taking his mind away from the sorrowing memories of the past and replacing them with her melodic, chiming laughter. Chimes were his favorite ever since he heard her voice and saw her smile, one that could twinkle brighter than any constellation. 

She was his star, his chimes, and his heart. And she’d never even know it. Ender adored her. There wasn’t an easy way to say it without admitting he loved her. Despite doing his best to act as professional and platonic as possible, the emperor could never hold back from the way his heart skipped at the sight of her. Or the way his own lips mimicked her smile. Or how he lay in bed at night, refusing to sleep because he felt it was a saying of goodbye rather than goodnight. 

 And her eyes—he could lose his mind in them all over again. Little galaxies dancing in her irises, storms to rival those of the heavens. When he gazed at her, it was impossible to keep his eyes away from her own, like an orbit he was pulled into. 

He knew her for years; the whole kingdom was well aware of their friendship. She had met him in a garden, and a garden is where they grew. Each day, the young children of differing backgrounds would chase one another through the towering hedges, climbing the impossible trees and plucking the radiant flowers. 

When Ender’s parents met their fate too early, it was she who stuck by his side constantly. Her comfort was something he knew he wouldn’t be able to survive without. He couldn’t live without her. But she seemed just fine without him.

Years passed, and Ender could only feel his emotions grow, the yearning he couldn’t quell in a silent promise or a torn poem. He was losing his edge as a king, constantly caught in the whirlwind of his feelings and complex thoughts. She was too perfect, something he would hate to ruin with his own selfish desires of love.

But it wasn’t a switch he could just turn off. Everything she did only made his temptations worse. He couldn’t confess his love, but she was testing him daily with the chance he could. 

Even when the curse appeared and Ender threw himself into investigations and personal observations, she was always there. Always steady and waiting. Waiting for him to make a big discovery or tire himself out enough that she would be forced to haul him into bed. 

But now, as they relaxed in the garden like a million nights before, Ender felt his mind go blank. He couldn’t stargaze, not when everything felt too much yet too little. Here she was, talking about how beautiful the skies look, reminiscing on old memories, and admitting how thankful she was to have a real friend. 

He felt so… disgusted with himself. How could he even dream of their marriage if she never once thought of his heart the way he yearned for her to? It was a crime against her trust and companionship. She didn’t love him. Not the way he wanted. 

“Have I ever told you how grateful I am for you?” She spoke, waving her hands up to the stars that Ender couldn’t even look to. His gaze stayed unfocused above him, only noticing her movements in his peripheral view. 

“Only every night.” He wasn’t lying. Each night they were together, she admitted how happy she was. And every night she was away, Ender would replay her words in his mind like a looping chant. He heard it every day. Every single day he heard how she was so glad to have a friend like him. Every single day his mind indulges in the torture of her kindness. 

“That reminds me!” She moved to her side, resting on her elbow to watch Ender and explain her story. “Today, you won’t believe it, but a servant asked if I was married or engaged at all!”

Ender raised an eyebrow. Not in curiosity or jealousy, but simply as a predetermined reaction. Let her believe that any word she says isn’t strumming a harp in his soul or weaving a tapestry of his emotions. 

“I explained to them that, no, I wasn’t interested in any relationship at all, and they just gave me a chuckle before walking off! It was like they knew something I didn’t, or maybe they simply found romance funny.”

“Perhaps.” 

That was all he could say. Anything else and she would hear the crack in his voice or notice the strain on his temple. He had managed her constant unknowing reminders of friendship, which was a hurdle he had tripped over yet completed in time. But her admitting this? He truly was helpless. 

A rushing river stood in front of him, and Ender just found out that he can’t swim.

“Hey, are you alright?” Her hand was on his shoulder, reaching to give him a quick squeeze and bring the king back to reality.

“Hm? Oh, yes. I am quite well. I suppose I may be just tired.” His usual excuse when he felt his heart strung up into a web of humiliation. 

“Ah, I should’ve guessed.” She laughed, tilting her head into the garden's grass with that dopey smile he loved hated. “You always fall asleep first.”

I hate you for noticing these things. He’s lying to himself. He knew it, and the whole world would too if he spoke it aloud. Ender was never good at lying, especially not with something he loved. 

Still, he managed to give that dim smile, the same one he gave every time when he needed an excuse. The same smile that she trusted. The same smile that he hated.

“And you happen to be just as observant as ever.” Ender stood up, hesitantly reaching a hand to help her up as well, quickly feigning his complex nervousness for fatigue. 

“It comes with being around the same person for years on end,” she spoke with a grin, rivaling the glee of the stars above. Ender couldn’t handle it, looking away as if the palace walls suddenly held a new mural.

“Goodnight, my dear.” His guilty pleasure. It was the single phrase he could say without admitting the way his mind and heart begged for a little more. 

“Goodnight, my dearest king.”

And as he turned away, her words walked with him, pushing tears from his eyes to follow the paths of old down his cheeks. 

I wish it to be slightly platonic and romantic fluff ^^

The reader is a flower shop owner from the village and Ender desperately needs his favorite flowers ( for one reason or another ) and they meet and become friends/quite fond of each other !! Not necessarily a love at first sight thing but rather just an observation of how attractive he finds them in terms of personality and stuff !! :D

I hope I haven't asked for too much ^^"

YAYAYAYA THIS IS AMAZINGGGG I did my absolute best on this, so I hope it's alright!!

Blooming Affection

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Ender x Reader

OC ~ Oneshot ~ Fluff Words: 1.9K Published: 3/6/2026

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Today was the day. 

Or, well, yesterday was the day. 

The day when the whole kingdom came together in mourning but also in celebration. The day when caravans line the streets, celebrating another year of their ruler yet grieving the loss of his parents. 

That was yesterday. The anniversary of King Osrie and Queen Ada’s death. But also the anniversary of Ender’s coronation. The celebration of a legacy long remembered and treasured by the kingdom. A legacy from yesterday. 

But today, in the swelling silence of the afterparty, Ender was alone.

It was his yearly tradition. To hold a ceremony of his own underneath that big portrait of his late parents. But today, something was wrong.

“Char,” Ender began, calling for the servant who was just walking past. Immediately, the young boy turned to his king, bowing low as he responded. “Yes, Your Highness?”

“Where are the flowers? The specific bouquet I requested for today?” 

Char was sweating, his mind already fumbling for any sort of reason the king’s orders wouldn’t be fulfilled.

“Uhm, well—I am… not sure.” Char was still bowing, doing everything in his power not to look up at Ender. Would the emperor yell at him? Scold him? Punish him? He was a dead man.

“Oh.”

Char was so dead.

“That’s alright; can you retrieve Falon for me?” 

. 

What.

“Huh?” Char’s voice cracked, his head whipping up to look at Ender, but the king was already turned away, looking back up at the portrait. “Uh– Yes, Your Highness!”

It didn’t take long for Falon to find Ender, still alone in the hallway. “You requested me, Your Highness?”

“Falon, where are the flowers?” His question was immediate, making Falon falter for a split second.

“I am unsure, sir. I specifically requested they leave the bouquet until today. But perhaps the bouquet was misplaced? Or used yesterday?”

Ender knew he couldn’t blame Falon, but he was certainly disappointed. 

The king stayed silent, thinking for a moment. This day was really special to him, and he needed a quick solution. “Are there any shops in town?”

“Shops? Hm, I suppose there is one that I am aware of.”

“Alright… Where’s my cloak?”

‘ ‘ ‘

This was new. 

Sure, Ender had walked the streets of EnderVale countless times, but he never walked so casually. Guards always stood at his sides, despite the safety of such a nation, and crowds constantly followed like moths drawn to firelight.

Yet now, with a cloak drawn tightly over his head and hiding his significant uniform, Ender was like any other traveler within the open kingdom. The laughter of children running through the paved roads, the calling of merchants, the chattering of simple lives—it was all comforting in Ender's ears. 

This was the kingdom he grew, the kingdom he helped sustain. While he managed the lands from above, sitting through politics and rules, the people down here simply lived. They had their roles, their jobs, and their duties, just like him. But they were so much more… connected. 

It was nice. For the emperor to witness this. He needed to do this more often, Ender thought to himself. 

“‘The Garden’s Delights’? Sounds promising,” Ender mumbled to himself, reading the vivid wooden sign above the door. The building was practically overflowing with flowers and plants of all kinds, spilling through open windows to let the summer air in. 

The disguised king took one step in, the bell above ringing incessantly at his entrance into the cramped shop. There seemed to be no one else inside the jungle, despite it being such a small room. 

The overbearing smell of so many different flowers made Ender scrunch his face up immediately. He may have grown up around the palace gardens, but he could never make himself enjoy such a strong scent. 

“I’ll be right there!” A voice called out from behind the counter, the shaking of a fern making it seem like the plant was the one talking. Ender raised an eyebrow, confusion evident on his features as he slowly walked over to the counter. He had met many creatures and entities of all shapes and sizes, but Ender knew he would’ve remembered seeing a talking fern as a resident of his kingdom. 

“Hello,” he began, placing his hands on the counter and looking to where he assumed the fern’s face was. “You wouldn’t happen to have any—" Ender was cut off by a yelp escaping his throat, jumping back in surprise when a messy-looking human popped up from under the counter. 

“Oh! Sorry!” You laughed politely, attempting to ease the sudden tension. Your eyes focused on Ender, as if silently trying to decipher who was under the cloak, but the pulling of his hands to draw the hood tighter snapped you from your gaze. 

“I didn’t mean to startle you. Ugh, that happens so often; I really need to move this thing.” You kicked the pot of the fern gently, joking around as Ender chuckled along, his shoulders relaxing from the sudden scare. 

“It’s quite alright; I should’ve been more aware of whom I was speaking to.” He reassured, his trusting smile being visible under the cloak's shadow. 

“So, what can I help you with today?” You spoke like an old friend, as if you’ve known each other for years and are just catching up for a day. Ender paused for a second, taking in the subtle remembrance that today, he wasn’t the emperor of a powerful nation; he was not the king of an isolated kingdom. He was a traveler, and he would indulge in his lies.

“Simply looking for a bouquet. Lilacs and oxeye daisies, if you will.” Ender had a habit of overexplaining specifics without being asked to. But you just smiled all the same, already moving around behind the counter to grab the proper materials.

“Of course! It will take me a moment, if you don’t mind hanging around…”

Despite being in a rush throughout the entirety of this day so far, Ender felt oddly at ease in the shop, like time held no grasp over his soul at the moment. 

“It’s quite alright.” A tilt of his head mixed with his welcoming smile made you grin wider. Whoever the stranger was, you were glad he stopped by. 

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s the occasion?” You began plucking the best flowers you could find, making sure each bud matched the next. Ender was rocking back and forth on his heels idly, his fingers tracing over the stems of a short dragon tree. Catching his attention, the hidden emperor struggled to find a healthy lie.

“Well… my uh— my sister’s birthday iiiiiiis… tomorrow,” he spoke slowly, dragging out his words as if that would make anything more believable. You simply nodded along, already understanding this was something you weren’t going to find the truth about. 

“Whatever you say, stranger,” you hummed, a chafed tone lacing your voice. Ender let out a soft sigh of relief at the fact you didn’t push for more, his smile easing more. 

“How long have you been here? The shop, I mean.” He was doing anything to keep the conversation flowing. Something inside Ender didn’t want you to stop talking, and he wasn’t sure why. 

Maybe it was that amused smile you keep giving him. Or the way you can already understand the way he isn’t good at lying, yet you never push. Or perhaps it's the glimmer in your eyes when he asks you a question about yourself, as if no one has taken the time to ask for more than what a bouquet costs. 

“Only a few years by now, I suppose,” you said, glancing over to Ender every now and again as you picked the proper paper. “I’ve never seen you around, though. Are you new in town?”

“No.” It was too quick, too true, and too tense. The look you gave made Ender pause, a nervous shake replacing his confident stature. Your eyebrow raised in question once again as you side-eyed for a proper response. 

“I mean, no, I’m not new. I’ve just—I only recently have explored alone.” Goodness, he sounded like a shut-in. Well, he was one, but not in the way you were probably thinking. 

“I explore a lot! Just– Not on my own, very much.” There was the truth, in a very decorated and disguised way. He was twisting his fingers together, looking for a better excuse.

“Is that the reason for the disguise?” You were teasing him now, shrugging your shoulders in his direction. Your hands were busy, crafting small bows around each stem of the flowers, perfection in every knot.

“You could say so,” he chortled, his hands going back to rest on the counter as if massaging the wood. 

“Mmm, well, here you are, stranger. A fresh bouquet, just perfect,” you handed off the delight of vivid colors, the scent wafting between you both. Ender’s hand wrapped around the conjoined stems, the paper crinkling beneath his grip. 

“How much—"

“Free!” 

The both of you stared at each other for a second. His piercing eyes of steely ice met yours with a confused gaze. You, on the other hand, were a stuttering mess of embarrassment.

“I mean– It’s free, on the house. You don’t need to pay…” Your voice wavered down to a self-conscious whisper, realizing how outlandish your words might’ve seemed. 

“Huh? What, no. Of course I’ll pay. This shop is immaculate, and you deserve it for your effort.” Ender held out a small pile of gold coins, way more than anything you could’ve ever asked for. 

“No, no, please. I won’t accept it.” You pushed his hand back to his body, but the king wasn’t having it.

“I insist.” Ender demanded sharply, yet his command did nothing to you. You remained defiant while pushing his hand away more every time he tried to shove the money back at you.

For the first time in this entire endeavor, Ender regretted not having his authority out in the open. He enjoyed being treated like a normal person until that treatment became something that frustrated him.

“Fine!” He finally caved. There was no anger or hatred in his tone, merely the saddening surrender of humility. “But I will find a way to pay you back. That I promise you.” 

The grin on his lips matched yours as he began to walk out of the store, a new pep in Ender’s step to synchronize with the pounding of your heart. 

Only when the door chime rang shut, did you remember…

“I never even got his name!”

‘ ‘ ‘

When Ender arrived back at the palace, his mind wasn’t on the grieving period of the year, nor was it even on the memorial that started this whole escapade. No, his mind was on the flowers in his hands and the cute store clerk that created such a pretty bouquet.

The young ruler was already making a mental note of how to repay you as he gazed dreamily at the lilacs and oxeye daisies. 

Yet only when he placed the flowers down beneath the large portrait did Ender remember one fatal detail that made him wallow in shame.

“I forgot to ask for their name.”

‘ ‘ ‘

The next day when you came into work, it was an utter surprise to find a lavish-looking bouquet accompanied by bags of coins. A simple handwritten note sat on the counter, giving some semblance as to who broke in when leaving such gifts.

I did not include licking because I simply forgot, also i made it angst YAYAYAYAYAY Btw pleasure forgive any spelling or grammar issues; i finished this in bed last night when i was half asleep and listening to the most unromantic music ever LOLL

Forgiving Love

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Ender x Reader

OC ~ Oneshot ~ Angst (slightly suggestive?) Words: 1.1K Published: 2/19/2026

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“This is stupid!” 

You and Ender were standing in his chambers, throwing an argument back and forth about his position in the upcoming war. Ender had tried to reassure you, claiming that this is something he had done multiple times before. And you held the other view, stating that enough was enough and he needed to stop putting himself in danger.

“You don’t understand.” Ender pinched the bridge of his nose, attempting to remain civil.

“Then explain it to me! Tell me why you risk your life every battle.” 

“Everyone risks their life in battle. I am no different.”

“You are different! You are our emperor!” 

“I do not hold myself above my soldiers in prestige.” 

You let out a groan of frustration. Both of you were refusing to see the other’s point of view, so the fight was revolving in a circle. 

Ender was facing the chamber's windows, overlooking the village and city below. He held his hands in front of him so you wouldn’t see the way they trembled. Ender hated arguing, especially with you. He felt like he hurt you more when he argued rather than just doing his duty. 

You felt helpless. You knew, no matter what you said or tried, Ender would still go. He would still put himself on the frontlines, sacrificing his own safety for the flimsy hope that his soldiers and nation will live on. You knew how much EnderVale meant to him, but your love was too strong to push down once again. 

You turned your back to him, putting a knuckle between your teeth so he couldn't hear your shaky breaths. If anything happened to him, you weren’t sure what you’d do anymore.

“My Love,” Ender began, his tone softer but still holding that same defense and tension. “I do not wish to cause you such turmoil. But you know where I stand.” You could hear him turn towards you, his gaze scanning every detail within your body language. 

“You betray me.” A whisper came from your throat, the loudest you could get without your voice cracking into a sob. 

“I’d betray my nation!” Ender refuted, grabbing your shoulder gently despite his angering words. You turned towards him with your own will, your glassy eyes staring into his own conflicted stare. 

“Do I matter less to you than EnderVale?!” 

“My country needs me!”

“I need you!”

. . .

You couldn’t look at him anymore. Tears fell from your eyes as you clenched them shut, doing everything to hold back a weeping cry. Ender took in a shaky breath, trying to calm his own grief. 

“My Love,” Ender begged in a whispered murmur, attempting to gain your attention. “My Love, please look at me.”

You wanted to keep your eyes shut so no more tears would fall. But his quiet plea was too much to refuse. Slowly, you looked back at him, taking in his desperate and sorrowful expression. 

Ender watched you silently, watching how your lip trembled slightly and how your eyes couldn’t seem to hate or love him in return. 

“I’m sorry.” Was all he said before moving his hands to cup your cheeks and leaning in, pushing his lips against yours. 

As horrible as the timing was, you couldn’t refuse such a display of affection. Your tears salted the kiss, only adding moisture to the flames of the kiss. His right hand traced down your jaw slowly, feeling every muscle as he tilted your head slightly, deepening the moment. 

Your teeth caught onto his bottom lip, pulling an eager noise from the emperor as your hands slowly unhooked his cape, letting the sheen fabric fall to the floor with a huff.

“My Love,” Ender groaned, moving his right hand further down your side, trailing down your flank as he slowly began to walk you backwards. It only took a few steps before your legs stumbled against the bedframe, forcing you to tumble onto your back with Ender collapsing right on top of you. 

A yelp of surprise left your throat, but the king swallowed it instantly into the kiss. His lips danced against yours, a familiar yet always enticing waltz of love and adoration. Finally, after you tapped his chest, the two of you broke from the kiss. 

It was only seconds, but with your pants it seemed like years. Despite him being in the middle of a deep breath, you pulled Ender back down to your lips, peppering his own plush lips with heated pecks. You were lost in your ambedo, a transfixed feeling to keep you away from the rest of the world. Ender attempted to kiss you slower, but the hunger had grown too much between you both.

Your hands curled around his form, tracing the back of his uniform before your fingers tangled into his hair, brushing through the umber waves. Ender’s own hands moved all across your figure, dancing against your own clothes before moving back up to trace your neck and jaw. 

“I’m sorry,” you spoke against his lips, apologizing for how you argued against his duty. 

“Nothing to be sorry for, my Love,” Ender grunted in turn, only kissing you stronger in turn.

The two of you broke apart to gasp for air multiple times, but you each always pulled back together like the Earth pulling the moon closer each month. 

“I can’t live without you.” 

“I won’t live without you.” 

Ender’s words struck a chord in your heart, a beating melody to remind you that—even though he puts himself in constant danger—Ender is still the man who fell in love with you.

The kisses slowly eased from angry and passionate to something calmer and happier, a gentle wave of emotions rolling over like an ocean tide. His lips spent more time pressing soft and drawn-out pecks to your own rather than rushing to swallow your breath in his. 

You in turn steadied the pace of your hands moving through his hair, brushing strands behind his ears in content pleasure.

And finally, as Ender pressed one final kiss to the corner of your mouth, he rested his head upon your chest, confirming a mutually exhausted evening.

Silence overcame the room, a comfortable and domesticated sound of gentle breaths and idle minds.

“You’ll still go, won’t you?” 

It was a dangerous question. One that forced your voice back into a careful whisper. Ender took a moment to respond, attempting to break your expectations in the most delicate way he could.

“I must.”

“Then you’ll betray my heart once again.”

“I mourn the pain you bear due to my absence. My Love, do not weep over me. I shall return.”

Here ya go :D Sorry it kinda got off track LOLL i hope it's okay HEHE

Relaxing Oils

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Ender x Reader

OC ~ Oneshot ~ Fluff (slightly suggestive?) Words: 879 Published: 2/16/2026

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A heavy sigh followed the bedroom door shutting, making you look up from the book you were reading. 

“Everything alright?” You asked, an amused but caring smile playing on your lips as your best friend gave a second dramatic sigh.

“No, nothing is quite right today,” he muttered, looking down at his left hand and forearm, where the onyx black disease had started. Slowly, his heterochromatic eyes shifted to look at you, one a blazing gold that rivals the sun and the other a frozen blue able to steel any coming blizzard. 

“What are you reading?” He asked, despite immediately recognizing the well-worn cover. 

“The original tales of the continent. Falon recommended it to me; he said it was your favorite." 

“One of mine, indeed.” He nodded, walking over to stand beside you and read over your shoulder. You wanted to read with him, but the tension in his form was too uncomfortable for either of you to relax. 

“Ender,” you said, closing the book to look over your shoulder at him. “You’re tense.”

"Oh—yes, uhm, my apologies. Today has been a hassle." he had sympathy in his eyes, already noticing how wearing his form truly was. 

“Let me help.” He didn’t even argue as you stood and pulled him to the large bathing room in his chambers. He worked on his own whilst you poured the bucket of heating water into the large tub, adding soaps and fragrances of all kinds. 

When he finally sat in the comforting water, you had to avert your eyes. Sure, you may have been best friends for years now, but neither of you ever forgot his role as emperor and yours as merely a friend.

A low sigh echoed from Ender’s lips, filling up the space between you as your eyes finally returned to his now soap-covered form. He sat down in the large tub with you perched on the tub’s wide edge. His head leaned backward into your lap to where you sat cross-legged behind him. His eyes were shut, truly allowing himself to relax for once in his life. 

“So, tell me about your day.” You began, pouring a dollop of oils into your palm and rubbing your hands together.

“Busy. There’s a group of citizens demanding my presence for a petty squabble,” Ender grumbled, a scoff involuntarily leaving his throat.

You could only offer a humored laugh, massaging the oils and soap into his scalp, not-so-subtly playing with his transitioning hair. The soft brown waves mixed elegantly with the black and purple galaxy forming. 

Silence fell within the room again, only broken every now and then by swishing water and his adoring exhales.

It wasn’t long before you were done with his scalp and neck, yet the rest of his upper body was still covered by the soapy water with how far he was leaning back. 

“Ender?” You asked, gently tapping his cheek. He cracked one eye open, looking up at you as he hummed in response. “I need you to sit up a bit so I can continue.”

The emperor let out a whine, starting to complain about how comfortable he was despite already moving to sit up further. 

“Thank you,” you spoke in a sing-song voice, teasing Ender with a humor you had both grown up to be familiar with.

You picked up the bottle of oils once again, pouring a generous amount of oil into your hands before carefully massaging the liquid into Ender’s shoulders. 

His lean form was no shocker; everyone knew how active the king was when it came to military training and teaching his soldiers. Your fingers slipped into the crevices of his muscles, tracing over each tense point and massaging in between his shoulder blades. 

The glistening oil practically shone against his body, creating a slick expanse along his skin. His head fell back once again as your fingers found a deft knot in his back, revolving around the area to ease his pain.

“Feel s' much better,” he mumbled, his mind hazy with utter tranquility, feeling how your hands slowly traced around his sides to apply the oil onto his chest. 

With your hands flowing like water along his abdominal flesh, Ender could feel himself falling asleep, soothed by the way you massaged him.

A groan fell from his lips, unashamed and revolting, as you trailed your hands back up along his sternum and clavicle.

“Thank you.” You couldn’t even give your acknowledgment before he was passed out, his head lolling backwards with his lips slightly parted.

You had to muffle your chuckle behind your hand, finishing up with oiling his upper body before beginning to wash off all the suds. You had to call Falon so he could help carry Ender out of the bath and to his bed, making sure to lay a blanket over the emperor for modesty.

You knew your time was up when Falon raised an eyebrow at you. He wasn’t accusing you at all, not in the slightest. The old man had always been fond of you, being a figure of comfort and trust. “Where will you go?” 

“I suppose I must head home now. I’ve spent long enough away from the village.” Falon nodded in response, understanding but silently offering you to stay. 

Marital Conflicts

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Ender

OC ~ Oneshot ~ Action Words: 1.5K Published: 2/13/2026

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“Falon. What is this?”

Ender was not entertained. He and his personal advisor were currently standing in the entrance to the castle’s throne room, looking at a crowd of diverse creatures, ranging from women to men to even fantastical creatures. 

“Well, your highness, it is your twenty-fifth birthday. It would be wise to gain political allegiance now, and marriage is the best solution.” Falon explained, trying to reason with Ender’s beliefs.

“I will not participate.” 

“What?” The older gentleman was taken aback, quickly pulling Ender away from the door so no one would hear their hushed conversation. “Sir, we are not in the position to negotiate feelings. Tensions keep rising within the continent. A married king will prove EnderVale is capable of stability.”

Ender did not seem phased. “I do not need an empty consummation to prove a nation's worth.” 

The younger man was lying to himself. He knew he wasn’t fit to rule alone, but the idea of ruling beside someone whom he never loved made him feel all the more unjustified for his people. How could he force them to suffer with two leaders who were both equally unprepared to rule? A partner was expected to teach their lover how to rule the kingdom. But if no one taught Ender personally, how could he teach someone likewise?

“Sir.” Falon gritted his teeth. “What do you expect us to tell these volunteers? To go home? After we promised a fair test of love?” 

“Well, what am I meant to do then, dearest Falon? Sit on the throne whilst they give their name and attempt to swoon over my undesiring heart? False hope crumbles a kingdom's trust.”

Falon held Ender’s eyes for a second longer before sighing. “Must you use what I’ve taught against me?”

“That I must,” Ender grinned teasingly, although he knew the matter was not up yet.

“Please, Ender, just give them a chance. Maybe fate has a different path in store for you on high.” Falon was doing practically anything for Ender to at least show he cared for the event. 

With a shove on his back, Ender finally sighed and walked into the throne room, standing tall on the altar in front of where the throne was seated. He looked upon the now neatly rowed civilians of his nation and the neighboring lands, all of whom heard the call for a trial of love.

As his eyes scanned the room, they finally fell back on Falon, who gave an indiscreet nod, urging the emperor to begin. So, taking a plummeting seat upon his throne, Ender returned the nod to the contestants, allowing them to begin their icebreakers.

. . . 

Holy boredom. 

Ender was fighting to stay awake as the hundredth person spoke the same prompt once again. “I promise to uphold the oaths of the rulers.” “I will support you.” “I can help the nation prosper.” “I want what’s best for you.”

All the offers were nice, and they were all goals he was interested in. But the way each person spoke gave way to their true intentions and wants. Most of the time, he could read the greed right off their facial expressions. Other times he’d have to wait to hear their voice. But it was always the same. And it always ended in a rejection.

Falon was getting tense, along with every other servant in the room. The emperor seemed so dissociated that everyone was losing hope. With an all too familiar sigh and a pit of despair, Falon pulled the ruler away once again for a chat.

“Your highness, do you truly see no one of interest?” 

Ender wanted to roll his eyes but held back for the moment. “Falon, you are asking me to choose a partner for life on a whim. Every creature in that room is fueled by greed; you cannot tell me that you are this blind.”

“Sir, this will help the peasants trust you more. If you are married, they will view you as stable and put together. A marriage of love—”

“Love. You all throw around that word as if it is a feeble ideal. You, the bachelors, the servants—everyone! Love is important—important enough that I will not waste it on someone whom I’ve never known.”

The older man sighed; it was obvious he would get nowhere with Ender’s stubbornness. “Alright,” he accepted, lowering his head in defeat. “Just give the last participant a chance. Be fair to them.”

The emperor couldn’t argue with that, knowing he had been acting unjustly. “Fine, who is it anyways?”

. . .

“Your Majesty, I am Vern of Scaldain, the daughter of Lord Signi and Lady Felu.” A powerful woman stood below the throne’s mighty height, not even daring to curtsy or bow before Ender. That was a first. Maybe he was right to give her a chance.

“I come on terms to ally our kingdoms in a marital union. I have conditions from my rulers of what this marriage will entail.” 

Oh yeah, no, he made the wrong choice.

“Firstly, I will be given 65% of ownership over EnderVale and its peasants. Secondly, a route of travel and trade will be opened to connect EnderVale and Scaldain.” Ender wanted to speak up and tell her how wrong she was, but the whole situation was so ridiculous that he could only stare at her.

“Thirdly, 70% of EnderVale’s resources will be exported into Scaldain as a wedding gift.” Vern was on a roll, reciting all of her claims from memory, practically ignoring the growing look of shock and disgust on Ender’s face. 

“Finally, new temples and monuments will be built in our honor by the peasants of this nation, and offerings will be mandatory.” She was grinning now, certain that Ender had already agreed to this. However, her grin fell when she saw Ender’s reaction.

At first, Ender was utterly disgusted by her demands and self-righteous personality. But then, he was holding a fist in front of his mouth, trying to cover up his scoffs and laughter to look like a cough.

Unfortunately, when he took one glance at Vern’s expression, he couldn’t help himself. The young emperor burst out laughing on his throne, hitting the armrests of plated gold and netherite as he cackled in delight.

“Oh! You are hilarious! Truly a blessing to hear,” Ender said, beaming down at Vern, his mood lightening tenfold. 

The servants in the room all shared uneasy glances, but they knew they couldn’t deny how preposterous Vern was. Vern herself, though, was livid. Her face was red with fury, looking just like the volcanoes native to Scaldain’s lands.

“Did you truly think I would allow any of that? In my own kingdom?” He was smiling still, but his laughter ceased, giving way to a threatening and condescending tone. 

“How dare you—” “Ah, I’m not done.”

Ender was having fun now, finally being able to reply. 

“You have no right to speak in my own palace, nor in my kingdom. Here’s what is going to happen.”

Ender leaned forward on his throne, his elbows resting on his knees while his hands intertwined into a thick fist. His frozen eyes glared at her jade irises through his lashes, a piercing steel gaze mimicking an icicle's point. 

With a growling ferocity of calmed anger, he began.

“You are to leave EnderVale respectfully, offering each of my citizens a kind wave and a bow. When you reach Scaldain, you will tell your rulers that you no longer wish to marry the emperor of EnderVale. When they ask about resources, you are to tell them that the continent will see to Scaldain’s needs better than EnderVale would ever offer. You will never return to my kingdom, or I shall have your head on display at Scaldain’s gates. Do I make myself clear?”

“...” 

Vern looked at the ground in resignation, avoiding the horrified and angry stares of every servant and knight in the room.

“I understand.” Vern managed to speak, wringing her fingers together behind her back to hide her emotions from Ender. The emperor himself made a pleased sound but didn’t move from his predatory pose.

“See her out. I want this woman removed from my kingdom in an honorable fashion.” 

And with that, Ender stood up and turned away. 

. . .

“What was that?!” Falon was having a rough time understanding what just happened as he walked beside Ender in the castle’s halls. “Your parents would never approve, your highness!”

“My parents would have never been in that situation, Falon.” 

The ruler was walking with his hands behind his back, keeping a professional appearance as they passed servants and guards and nobles alike. “I did what I felt was right. Would you blame my father the same?”

That made Falon go quiet. Ender had never talked about his parents so much in such a formal manner. Despite not being raised by his parents, he acted like them in every way.

“Now, if you’ll excuse your emperor,” they had reached the end of a heavily guarded hall, with a magnificent door looming over them. “I have business to attend to.”

Empty World

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Ender

OC ~ Oneshot ~ Angst Words: 320 Published: 2/13/2026

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Empty.

The world felt empty.

The world was empty. And so was he.

“I’m sure the citizens would appreciate the banquet. Purple is such a difficult commodity to come by now.” He stood alone in a desolate hallway, his eyes trained on a darkened portrait of the late king and queen of EnderVale.

Ender’s feet swayed beneath him, letting the young leader adjust his position before focusing once again. 

“The kingdom seems to be at odds every day. Falon says it has always been this way. Why does it feel so new now?” The emperor wasn’t asking anyone but himself. There was no one but himself. 

Dark circles rounded Ender’s eyes, an alibi for the way his eyes wandered and his shoulders slumped. If his parents saw him now, Ender would be getting an earful. He was lucky Falon hadn’t noticed just yet.

Ender remained silent for a few minutes, the hall filled only by his breathing. Ender’s eyes drifted down to his own boots, tracing the way the candles and lanterns illuminated the reflective material.

Liquid dripped down onto his boot, a clear drop rolling to the floor with a plop. 

Soon, more droplets followed, each falling to the ground in an unorganized and chaotic manner. Yet Ender didn’t seem alarmed. His shoulders hunched up as his lips quivered.

“Why’d you go?” He mumbled, his breaths hitching as his eyes clenched shut. “Why give me such a burden? Don’t you know who I am? I am your son…” 

The hallway never responded, forcing Ender down onto his knees. His arms wrapped around his sullen heart, a desperate plea for comfort within the cold stone walls. 

Shaking lips and clattering teeth echoed, a symphony of anguish and betrayal. Staggered breaths masked his own sobs, a muffling cry of forced silence. If only his parents saw him now.

Empty and numb. Stuck in an empty hallway.

Gala Planning

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Ender

OC ~ Oneshot ~ Angst(?) Words: 335 Published: 2/13/2026

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“I don’t see how this is important.”

“Sir, this is necessary. The continent has held galas every year, and it is finally EnderVale’s turn to host. This is beyond an honor. There is no disputing such an event, your majesty.” 

This was going great. Ender had been dreading this day for ages, and he dreaded the one to come ever more. The yearly ball, a great event throughout the continent, was taking place again. Although now, despite having never shown at a gala in the past 12 years, EnderVale was now tasked with hosting the inaugural.

“Falon, I do not desire such festivities to take place; you know how I feel about these,” Ender argued in that formal way he was taught. The young ruler was plucking at random fabrics brought in by all the kingdom's tailors and seamstresses. 

“Sir, think about the people. This will boost morale and ease the peasants stress of the upcoming winter.” Falon scolded, multitasking as he directed interior designers every which way.

“Oh, do spare me your sentiments, Falon. The citizens of this nation have no care for fancy greetings.”

Ender was wandering around the ballroom, where servants scurried from place to place, dressing the walls in fine ornaments. He plucked a grape from a serving dish and popped it in his mouth without a second glance. Falon was trailing behind with a sigh, watching after the boy he practically raised.

“Ender.” That caught the youth’s attention. “The other countries have given EnderVale time to grieve and come to terms with the late king and queen. It has been 12 years. How can a kingdom move on if its ruler doesn’t?”

Ender didn’t respond, but he did stop walking. With his back facing Falon, Ender took in a shaky breath.

“I refuse to be scolded any more. Do what you must. The countries needn’t worry with you by my side, dear friend.” 

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Okay, so i was genuinely given a gift to write this uhhh theres not much to say other than the fact that i am not ashamed. that gift was so worth it OH AND just to disclose, these are the main 7 tectonic plates

Characters: ~ Pacific Plate ~ North American Plate ~ Eurasian Plate ~ African Plate ~ Antarctic Plate ~ Indo-Australian Plate ~ South American Plate ~

Tectonic Plates ~ Headcanons ~ Angst Words: 1.1K Published: 2/3/2026

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Pacific Plate

Pacific is the tallest and most brutish of all the plates

He has always been a fighter and a hothead, making it obvious why he has the Ring Of Fire

But somehow, you managed to get through his brash and raging exterior

You saw him as more than a fighter, more than a brute, more than a monster

You even managed to help the other plates finally accept him for who he is 

So when he heard that you got shot, Pacific immediately tried hunting down who did it

He would be more angry than anything

He’d even begin to blame himself for not protecting you enough

Pacific would begin picking fights with the other plates more often now, always finding something to yell over

Pacific probably creates hundreds more volcanoes and names them after you in your honor

North American Plate

North is a confusing one

They help to connect every one of the plates

But they’ve never made much time to think about themself

So when you came along and started asking about how they felt, North was caught off guard

North is overly selfless, annoyingly so at points in time 

But North is also extremely extroverted, always urging you to explore the world with them

But when they find out what happened to you, North closes themself off at first

They tried to hide from everyone else so they could wallow in grief

But after a while of this, they realized you wouldn’t want that at all!

It takes time but North does heal

They refuse to move on from you, however, always bringing you up whenever they can

Eurasian Plate

Eurasia is the oldest of the plates

And for that, he is overly serious

You can hardly get anything through to this guy without being intimidated by his stone-cold face

But, somehow, you managed to breach those walls

It took a long time, but Eurasia opened himself to you

He was honest with you, and he became kind and warm to just you

Although he may still be a workaholic, he sees you as a gentle reminder of the simplicities to enjoy in life

So when he heard you were shot, Eurasia threw himself into his work

He did what he could to avenge your name

But nothing was ever enough

Eurasia knew you would disapprove of his coping mechanisms, but he couldn’t force himself to care anymore

He just needed a distraction so he wouldn’t have to process the loss

He refused to smile anymore and built his walls up ten times higher

African Plate

Africa is a gentle mover

She’s the kindest and the most hospitable of all the plates

You two managed to click instantly, and you helped her see the world as more than something to befriend

Africa was stuck to your side like glue, always choosing you above all else

But when the news of your untimely death reached her, she crashed

Africa grew restless and angry, always fighting and arguing, refusing help from anyone

She knew it was wrong of her and that this wasn’t how should’ve behaved, but she missed you too much

The pain of your death was simply too much to bear for the plate

The others attempted to calm her, to ease her sense of injustice

But nothing could heal the pain of you being ripped away

Antarctic Plate

Ant is the definition of antisocial

He is the shortest male plate and is always bundled in his snowsuit, trying to keep away from prying eyes

He rarely ever speaks, mostly giving glares to anyone talking too loud

So when you came along and managed to work past his ice-cold exterior, he was also shocked

Around you, he felt comfortable speaking, even taking off his coat’s hood and mask for a bit near you

He never talked much with the other plates, and he had no intention to

He thought they were all annoying to be around

But you were so much easier to get along with

So when Ant was told about your fatal injury, he felt the world crash around him

Every step forward he took, every advancement he made in working on himself and his world views, it all shattered

Ant relapsed hard 

He refused to speak again, remembering how you used to compliment his voice

He stuffed himself inside his snowsuit and ignored the world around him

Nothing was worth his attention if it wasn’t you

Indo-Australian Plate

These two are side-by-side twins

You never had trouble telling the sisters apart, however.

And that caught their attention

The pair stuck beside you all the time and you acted as the mediator between them

Indo and Aus always argued and rubbed each other the wrong way 

But your presence had such an easy way to calm both of them down

They could be their own separate people around you, not sisters connected and forced to be the same

Indo has always been a fast-paced and crowded person, wanting social and impulsive interaction over all else

Aus on the other hand is relaxed and enjoys going with the flow, opting to let life move on rather than force it her own way

But when you got shot, they both had separate ways to heal

Indo looked for more public excursions, putting herself in danger just to be distracted

She chose to try and get over your death by indulging in parties with South and moving somewhere far away

Aus pretended she was fine, saying that she healed, even if her lies were obvious

She would brush off anyone’s concerns, assuring that everything was fine and she had already moved on

Aus began to visit old places you two went together

She never truly moved on from you

South American Plate

South is a true party animal

She is the shortest of the plates and the swiftest, always moving from one place to another

She is connected to many of the others, making her involved in so much more than herself

But when you came along, she was attached

South invited you everywhere

She said that without you, the parties and events were so much more boring

She seemed so much more herself around you and she adored everything about you

But when you were taken by a gun, South was inconsolable

She would host parties but end up moping about you

She tried anything to move on from you

She even tried to befriend Antarctic, but nothing worked

South just couldn’t seem to find meaning if you weren’t there

Heyyyyyyyyy :D I'm soooo tired right now; I really need to stop writing when I'm half asleep LOLL anyways here's part two cause i actually locked in for once tbh

Cardistry

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Diver x Reader

OC ~ Oneshot ~ Action Words: 1.8K Published: 1/21/2026

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“I don’t know how you can deal with that guy.” 

You and Diver were sitting next to one another, backs resting against the saferoom wall while Rudd snored loudly on the floor. 

“You get used to him after a while.” There was a smile in your tone as your eyes trained onto the older man. With the most imperceptible turn of their head, Diver watched you for a moment, observing your expression silently. A minute of silence passed before they looked back at Rudd with a sigh. 

A huff sounded from behind their mask as Diver pushed themself to their feet. “I’ll go ahead, see if I can find any new items for us.” 

“I’ll come with!” You offered a bit too quickly, immediately perking up and getting ready to push yourself to your feet as well. Diver paused, turning to look at you with no emotion in their stance. 

“No.” The answer was swift and stern; a choice you knew wouldn’t change. It was obvious they didn’t trust you just yet. “Watch Rudd. I’ll be back.” 

And with that, the stranger left, walking through new doors to you but old ones for them. 

You felt offended. Diver didn’t even give you a chance to try and prove yourself, to show you were more than a civilian cheated out of a fair trial. 

Almost an hour had passed, and Diver was nowhere in sight, not to mention Rudd was still out cold. This was getting humiliating. You were stuck babysitting a grown man, who wasn’t even conscious mind you, whilst the stranger had probably left you to go get the crystal themself. 

When introductions began, Diver had told you practically nothing about themself. At the moment, all you knew was that they were an expendable who had been here for a while and never removed their suit or helmet.  

That’s when an idea formed in your head. A stupid, bad, horrible idea. But such a fun one.  

“Sorry Rudd, I’ll be back before you wake up,” you muttered to him, a comfort more so for yourself than him.  

‘ ‘ ‘ 

Okay, so maybe this wasn’t the greatest idea. 

You had severely overestimated how prepared you were to face the horrors of Hadal Blacksite alone. 

You had just been wandering, calling out for Diver every now and again to try and find your unofficial escort. But you never got a response. By each passing minute, you were a little more convinced that they had ditched you.  

Now, you were racing towards a closet, overwhelmed by that ai and the eye shark thing. You vaguely remembered Diver giving you advice on how to beat them when they tag-teamed, but you were too frantic to even care. 

So frantic, in fact, that you never noticed the puddle seeping out of the locker, nor the glowing eyes that seemed elated when you opened the doors. Too late. 

“Huh?!” You could hardly let out a gasp before three tentacles yanked you into the closet. Immediately, you felt one wrap around your throat, constricting tightly as the rest began to yank at your limbs. You could feel piercing barbs sticking into your wetsuit, drawing blood and a strangled cry of pain. 

The suckers began to stretch out your arms, testing how far you could go before you popped like a toy. From beyond the locker, you could see the green light of Eyefestation fade away, but you couldn’t care less anymore. You tried to kick and pull back against the entity, but the pure mass of it was impossible to fight, along with your quickly depleting oxygen making you weaker. 

A sudden burst of light and air caught you off guard, having no recollection of the events transpiring. All you saw was a glove reaching into the darkness and pulling you out, blood and all. A muddled shout echoed in your ears as you tried to blink back to life. 

“—were you thinking?!” 

You made a groan of pain in reply, eyes fading in and out of the reassuring darkness. The feeling of being lifted onto someone’s shoulder was registered, but you made no true note of it, opting to simply sway along with the powerful walk guiding you. 

Sanity was slowly regained as you were practically dragged along the corridors. The person next to you had stopped their grumbling and reprimands of anger once they realized you were too exhausted to pay attention. 

It wasn’t until you were unceremoniously set on the floor did you notice who had saved your life. 

“Honestly, how stupid can you be?” Diver growled rhetorically, kneeling in front of your injured body while grabbing a med kit from the nearby stockpile they made. “I told you to stay here, and you go wander around?”  

You tried to give a defense, muttering some words that were too slurred to even comprehend. Jeez man, that monster really did a number on you.  

“Don’t even try to backtalk me.” They grunted, sanitizing your bloodied stab wounds before carefully wrapping bandages around your torn wetsuit. Silence enveloped the two of you once again as they continued to attend to your needs. It was a true wonder how Rudd was still asleep. 

‘ ‘ ‘ 

You were wide awake once Diver finished tying a bandage around your leg. 

“There.” They grumbled, standing up and throwing the now useless med kit into a corner of the room. Your eyes watched the way Diver turned away from you, their form practically spelling out how much rage they were holding back.  

And yet, despite knowing the best action was to stay quiet, some stupid part of you couldn’t help speaking up.  

“Diver, I—”  

“Shut up!” Diver snapped, whipping around to face where you sat. The shoulders shuddered as they took in a shaky breath. “I don’t want to hear it. Got that? I don’t want any lame excuses or apologies that you make up.” 

They were leaning into your space now, the mask distorting the low growl in their tone. The gloved fists at their sides clenched tightly, speaking of the expression their helm wouldn’t show. 

Your own expression was one of offense and fear. This was the first time Diver had almost screamed at you in your short time spent together, and it was completely deserved. Though, you couldn’t help but feel slightly cheated out of the truth. Diver didn’t even try to hear from your side, even if your side was useless and had no reasonable motive to go wander other than mistrust. 

A defeated, pitiful sigh came from Diver, a familiar sound now.  

“Sleep.” They mumbled, standing up back to their full height (which wasn’t that tall). “You need it.” 

And that was their final sentence as they walked over to the other side of the room, keeping a safe watch on the door with their back against a wall and their head turned away from you.  

So, you slept. 

‘ ‘ ‘ 

It wasn’t long before you woke up to the subtle noise of voices. 

Diver and Rudd were conversing quietly at the rooms entrance. They were sat beside one another, the tanned older man eating a bag of peanuts while the scuba diver just sat there with nothing. Neither noticed your waking form. 

“Do ya’ ev’n got hobbies o’ tricks?”  Rudd spoke with a mouthful of mushed food, but Diver didn’t seem disgusted at him, simply shrugging. 

“I like cards.” A simple answer for simple pleasure. 

“Cards? Like poka’?” Diver chuckled lightly at his instant gambling suggestion. 

“Yeah. I used to play poker a lot. Still do.” Rudd raised an eyebrow at that answer, as did you. 

“’Still do’? With who?” You finally piped up, asking the question both you and Rudd were curious about. 

“Oh, good morning,” Diver greeted you with the turn of their head, ignoring the question flat-out. “How are your wounds?” 

“They’re... fine.” You still felt that unspoken tension from before. “Everything still aches but I’m assuming that’s normal?”  

“As normal as it can get down here.” Diver shrugged, moving to stand up; Rudd followed quickly. “We should get going. The experiments only get denser from here.” 

With a final nod, you all set back on your path.  

‘ ‘ ‘ 

This was so boring.  

It always was, but it seemed worse this time.  

Diver only spoke up when a monster was coming towards you three. They weren’t the best for conversation, especially when they seemed so serious. And the previous argument only decreased the likelihood of speaking Rudd, on the other hand, was whistling to himself. Some folk tunes to lighten up the rumbling ambience of the site. 

Your working trio made a few pit stops, whether it was for food or to scour for resources and assets. At the moment, you were stopped at somehow functional restrooms for Rudd’s sake.  

You and Diver stood against a wall, casually waiting for the southerner to finish his business. The experienced one of you two seemed... upset. More rigid than they usually were, which was saying something about them.  

“Uhm... Diver?” You began awkwardly, looking at their opaque visor. 

“Hm? What’s wrong?” As always, the paranoid stranger instantly assumed something had happened, meaning they’d have to assist even more. 

“Here.” You didn’t explain anything as you shoved a box towards them, staring at your feet nervously when they took it from you suspiciously.  

“What’s this?” Diver questioned, fiddling with the item in their gloves, finally noticing a tab to open it from. When they got it open, Diver practically choked on their own spit.  

“I know it won’t make up for my mistake, but please know that I am really sorry.” You elaborated, moving your gaze back to watch how Diver began to flip through the mint deck of cards.  

“Look at this...” Diver muttered, flipping the brand-new cards around in their hands flawlessly.  

You had found the package at one of your last stops. Seeing the unmarked box in a vending machine above the worn label ‘Playing Cards’ was enough of a sign as you needed. 

With the clearing of their own throat, Diver neatly reorganized the plastic-coated rectangles back into their cover, putting the gift in a secured pocket. 

“Thank you.” Diver managed to spit out, trying to act as if they weren’t gushing over a simple dollar-store valued package. You smiled at this, assuming the conversation had ended when they didn’t give anything else. 

“I... I’m sorry for scolding you so harshly. I simply... well—what I meant was that... you—I just want you—” Before Diver could say what they wanted to, Rudd made his appearance once again, cutting off the guide’s pitiful stutters.  

“Rudd! Great timing! Let’s go.” Diver clapped their hands with a laugh, quickly walking down the marked path again, almost speedwalking away from the two confused expendables. 

“What’s their probl’m?” Rudd side-eyed you, looking for an answer to Diver’s awkward behavior. 

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What's up gang :D this is one my friend requested after I said I was bored for the fifth time that day, so here you go TEEHEE

Characters: ~ Diver ~ Julius C. Zer ~ B.R.U.T.U.S. ~ Ender ~ Cubert ~ Clock ~ Disco ~ Capitalism ~

OC ~ Headcanons ~ Fluff Words: 1.2K Published: 1/19/2026

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Diver

You and Diver had been resting in a safe room

Nearby the room were the oxygen rooms with all their plants and DiVine

In the latest runs, Diver had seemed down and more reserved, so obviously you wanted to make them feel better

You had waited until they were busy with their back facing you

Then, you struck

A bundle of twisted vines and flowers all tied together sat on their head, making them perk up and look at you quickly

“What’s this?” They asked when taking the crown into their hands

You explained that you wanted to make them feel better and thought the gift would’ve been nice

Diver would nod along and not say much, simply observing the item

You’ll absolutely never see it again, as it is now kept safe in their most secure pocket

Anytime you’re gone for a bit or when Diver is simply upset, they’ll carefully take the crown out of their pocket and hold it closely

Julius C. Zer

This guy is head over heels for you

But one day when he was back from a space flight, you noticed he was more… distant than usual

It wasn’t a distance that would make you suspect of him hating you, but rather one of a personal struggle

So, after inviting him somewhere to meet up, you snuck up and put a crown on his head

“Oh? Thank you.”

Julius would keep the crown on his head for the rest of the day, grinning brightly the whole time

He’d treasure the crown a lot, making sure to find a safe environment for it in his home

Julius would probably try to give you something in return, whether that’s a store-bought bouquet or something you’ve been eyeing for a while 

B.R.U.T.U.S.

Assuming he gives you access to his server rooms and assuming you even have flowers on the space station

You had seen that Brutus was being nicer to you lately

He was more attentive to you than the other crew members

He even changed the station's ambient playlist to all of your favorite songs

So, naturally, when you noticed how irritated he was after a crewman insulted him, you wanted to help the poor ai out

You made sure to cover the cameras of the storage room as you crafted the crown, tucking it in your suit to be a surprise for him

When you reached the server room, Brutus opened the door almost immediately

“What do you have?”

Brutus was beyond nosy to figure out what you were hiding, giving a simulated ‘huff’ of annoyance when you refused to tell him

When you do finally place the crown on top of his central processor, you can be sure that he’ll short-circuit immediately 

He may be a supercomputer, but he can’t receive any form of affection for the life of him 

His servers overheat quickly, yet he directs all his fans into keeping the flower crown at a steady temperature 

He’ll probably thank you and pretend nothing happened, but you can be certain that he grows even more attentive and obsessed with you after that

Ender

Holy mackerel, is this man complex

This would take place in the beginning of the curse’s presence, right when he begins to hide himself from the kingdom

Ender had no intention of letting anyone know about his illness, but the truth always fell out so easily around you

So here you were, both sitting on a hill’s meadow in the plains, just beyond the kingdom’s walls.

Ender had been relaxing for once in his life (or at least attempting to relax) whilst you plucked flowers and grass in an intricate pattern

His gaze always found you, even when he tried to focus on the clouds above or the dirt below

So when he watched you walk over to him with your hands behind your back, he could only give a smile with a raised eyebrow

“What do you have there?”

Your response was placing the weaved plants onto his head, adjusting the green to match his transitioning mixture of hair

This emotional mess genuinely had to hold back tears as he thanked you

He had been given gifts before, of course, but they were always things lavish and fit for a true emperor 

This was so… ordinary and so perfect

He then proceeded to ask what your favorite plants and flowers were and sure enough, in the following week, the palace gardens were completely filled with your favorites

Cubert

Honestly, Cubert is a simple man with simple ideals

When you offered to go to the park with him, of course he accepted immediately 

He thought you two were just going to hang out on the swings and maybe grab some ice cream afterwards 

But when you placed the flower crown on his head, Cubert was ecstatic 

“That’s a good idea!”

Immediately, the cube head pulled you down to the grass and began making his own crowns for you

The two of you spent the rest of the day and late evening just lounging in the grass, weaving and tying your own flower jewelry for one another

Clock

Despite working at a gas station, Clock is an actual workaholic

He’ll be busy constantly with a dozen other projects

So when you walk up to him in your shared home, he figured it was like any other time you came to see what he was up to

But his demeanor quickly changed when he felt the gentle stems of wrapped flowers fall onto his object head

“Huh? Oh!” 

Clock felt his face lift up with satisfaction as he pulled you close from where he sat at his desk

He thanked you a few times

Clock was much happier when you chose to stay with him whilst he worked, leaving the crown on his head like his own trophy

Disco

Goodness, you’d be lucky if you got him to sit still for this

Disco has never been much of a gentle affections kid of guy

He is literally always moving, whether that’s bouncing up and down, pacing, or even just idly spinning his head

So when you come up from behind and place a flower crown on his head, he’ll quickly take it off to inspect

“You made this?”

Disco is kind of confused

What is he supposed to do with it?

He’ll express his appreciation a lot, looking the crown over and pointing out random things he enjoys, like the colors or the specific pattern you chose

Capitalism 

Oh my goodness, this guy bro

In short, you tried

Cap has always been a materialistic guy

If it exists, he can probably buy it

And by goodness he can’t stand a mess

So when you come into office one day and place a dirty flower crown on his head, this guy freezes

He wants to yank it off and throw it away when he notices the dirt on his shining head

But when he sees how big your smile is, Cap kind of just stops

“Do you like these flowers?”

He’ll sigh and nod, internally forcing himself to keep it on just for you

When you leave, he’ll gently remove it and put it in a secret vault with every other simplistic item you’ve made or given him

A treasury for you

Whats up man :) I'm very eepy rn but I did have fun writing this one LOLL, it's not 400k sadly but it's a start, a part one if you will HEHE

That's Life

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Diver x Reader

OC ~ Oneshot ~ Action

Words: 1.2K

Published: 1/18/2026

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You have been cheated all your life. 

First, it was when that little rat stole your seat in kindergarten.  Another time was when your middle school friends chose your enemy over you at recess. And you can’t forget when your high school teacher hated your guts and got you out of an A on that one test.  

But your life wasn’t horrible. You still had food on the table when you got home. You still had clothes on your back and a bed to yearn for when you were working.  Well, it wasn’t horrible for a while. 

See, you had been peacefully eating some random TV-lunch when your apartment door was busted down by people in suspicious-looking suits. You were taken into a random court trial almost immediately, and you were fairly certain that the decision was rigged. Because how did the jury think you—someone who looked like a train-hopping hobo—could commit espionage?  

No matter what argument or evidence you gave, the lawyers simply ignored it as the judge ordered you into a jail cell to wait for a penalty.  That penalty came in the form of a forced application for some corporation stating they would grant an immediate pardon if you did one little task.  It seemed innocent enough. 

Now, after about a week of processing papers and records, you were sitting in a metal submarine. There were four other random people whom you had never met, and honestly, you didn’t really want to meet them. They looked like they belonged here. 

Heavy scuba gear weighed down on your back, forcing your posture to either become scrunched like a shrimp or be pulled as if you were on a ‘Playboy Bunny’ cover. 

“What’re ya here fo’, kid?” A gruff man grunted you asked, his arms crossed in a way that made his suit stretch ceaselessly on his buff arms. He had a thick beard covering the lower half of his pecan skin. He seemed rough but not hostile. 

“Uh- They said I committed espionage—” you could hardly finish your sentence and defend yourself before everyone in the sub looked at you with horror and disgust. 

“You’re a disgrace!” 

“Of all things?!” 

“How could you?” 

“Stay away from us!” 

“Huh—” you were once again cut off by the vehicle’s AI speaking up.  

“Now arriving. Please stand back from the hatch.” 

The belts that had previously strapped all five of you into your seats quickly retracted back into the walls.  With a surface-breaching rumble, the sub doors finally opened, and you all filed out. You watched as the other four immediately separated from you as if you were a parasite. 

“Oh, come on,” you complained with a sigh. “There is no way you guys think that I’m an actual spy.” 

“We ain’t takin’ chances, fellar.” The gruff man spoke for the group, already walking towards the blast door as the HQ PA system turned on. 

“As you're aware, the primary goal is to reach and secure Z-2. Your secondary objective is to secure as many loose assets as possible. You may open and follow the number-marked doors when ready.”  

And so, the five of you began your trek throughout the horror-ridden facility.  

‘ ‘ ‘ 

“What in Hell was that?”  

You were panting once you left the suffocating locker, sweat dripping down your face as you took in the scene before you.  

The corpses of two more crewmates lay out in a mutilated pile of flesh and viscera.  You were down three companions in the short adventure of the site. A monster or demon thing had been screaming at you violently just a moment earlier.  You had only half a mind to hide before it tore down the door with its sickening grin. 

But now it was gone. The only evidence of its visit being the busted lights and the torn souls. 

Rudd, the gruff man who spoke to you first, was the only one alive with you now. Everyone else had been snuffed out by the monstrosities that your employers failed to mention.  

“I don’t even wanna know,” you mumbled, forcing your eyes to look back to the path ahead of you.  

“Mighty Lord, we haven’t even reached door 80 yet.” His southern drawl was strong as he massaged his face with a grimace.  “We’ll never make it to that blasted crystal like this.” 

“I wish there was a guide or something down here.” 

“Oh yeah, and maybe a Walmart while we’re at it,” Rudd mocked you, but he knew you had a point. Despite this, he would refuse to hear you out.  The almost-cowboy turned from the open rooms to look at you, making a gesture behind himself with his hand. 

“Don’t be stupid. There ain’t no one down here but us and these demons.” 

You were going to refute the older man and make some form of argument or defense for yourself. But you didn’t dare speak. Not when a new figure stood in the room behind Rudd. 

“... Rudd ...” You muttered, unsure of the new entity's mechanism. Would it attack if you were too loud? It looked so... human. It even had a uniform like yours, although theirs was slightly dated looking. 

“What?  There somethin’ here?” He accused, finally turning to see what you were looking at with a roll of his eyes. “Oh.” Was all he could say, looking straight into the opaque helmet’s visor.  

“What do we do?” You were both nervous. There was an embarrassingly high chance for either of you to die right now, and honestly, you wouldn’t be fully opposed to it if it meant not having to see this stranger anymore. 

It just stood there. Only 15 feet away from either of you. After a solid minute of staring, it turned away from you and began walking on, holding a few DNA vials of assets. 

Something inside your chest tugged when they moved away. An urge blossomed, like you were meant to stay with them. Like they knew what they were doing here. Like they could help you. Like you needed them. 

“Hey! Wait!” You tried to approach them, ignoring the way Rudd shouted at you to stay away from it. “Who are you?” 

The stranger ignored you, putting the vials in their pockets as they continued walking. Rudd muttered something to himself before following your quick footsteps. 

“Hey! Ya’ masked freak!  What’s goin’ on here?!” Rudd growled sharply, wanting answers before introductions.  That got their attention. Stopping their walk, the masked figure looked at the two of you over their shoulder. 

No one spoke, the only noise in the hallway being your own pants and Rudd’s irritated breathing. As if defeated, the figure finally tilted their head down in annoyance before fully turning towards you two. They silently pointed to the name on their suit's chest. ‘DIVER’ was written in a crude stitch job. 

“Diver? Is that your name?” You were genuinely curious about them, so you tried to speak in a way that wouldn’t make them walk off again. Rudd, however, did not share that sentiment. 

“How’r ya’ even here? Ye’ weren’t on that machine. How do we know ya ain’t jus’ a skinwalka’?”  

Diver tilted their head, as if offering Rudd to figure it out on his own. A sigh reverberated through their helmet mouthpiece, coming out as a muffled distortion on such a low pitch.  With the straightening of their posture, Diver’s visor turned to look directly at you both, a call for attention as they finally spoke. 

What is up gang HEHEHEHE okayyy sooooooo under convincing by friends and my own temptations, I will be adding ocs to the masterlist with their overviews :D I'm not adding all them, obviously, but there will be quite a few to start with LOLL

Here's the OC list link

Overview

OCs

Diver That's Life (Pt.1)1️⃣😠 Cardistry (Pt.2)1️⃣😠

Julius C. Zer

B.R.U.T.U.S.

Ender Gala Planning1️⃣😭 Empty World1️⃣😭 Marital Conflicts1️⃣😠 Relaxing Oils1️⃣😊 Forgiving Love1️⃣😭 Blooming Affection1️⃣😊 Heartfelt Betrayal1️⃣😭

Cubert

Clock

Disco

Capitalism

~ Diver ~ Julius C. Zer ~ B.R.U.T.U.S. ~ Ender ~ Cubert ~ Clock ~ Disco ~ Capitalism ~

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Diver:

They/them: An immortal entity, Diver is an undead expendable. They somehow managed to get caught in a constant loop within Hadal Blacksite, forcing the scuba diver to go through the games loop over and over again perpetually. They wear a standard scuba diving suit, and apparently, they  can’t take it off. Diver gives no answers to their gender, age, name, or anything of the like. They seem to savor self-preservation above all else but have been seen to save others a few times if they are close enough relationship-wise. 

Julius:

He/Him: Julius “Caesar” C. Zer is an astronautical mechanic currently residing on the Medax Industries space flight “M-2.” He works closely with the ship's artificial intelligence, Binary Robotic Utility for Technological Uses and Services. His company records state he is 34 years old. Julius does his job well but is reported to spend unaccounted time with BRUTUS despite company urges to record sessions with the AI. 

B.R.U.T.U.S.:

He/Him/It/It's: B.R.U.T.U.S., AKA Binary Robotic Utility for Technological Uses and Services, is the working artificial intelligence currently online within the Medax Industries space flight “M-2.” It manages the navigation, ship status, astronaut personnel, outside environments, and [REDACTED]. BRUTUS is expected to learn about the crew and consistently improve their lives. The ai has been spending unregulated time around Julius C. Zer, even going as far as to act dismissive or hostile to other crew members.

Ender:

He/Him: The emperor of an infamous kingdom, Ender rules over EnderVale (his parents suck at naming). He is immortal, forever stuck appearing as 27 years old. A curse with no origin ravaged through his body, forcing his once peachy skin into a mineral onyx and his once brown hair into a galaxy of floating highlights. He protects his kingdom above all else, going as far as to push his immortality to its limits just to save his soldiers.

Cubert:

He/Him: Cubert is a blocky figure with the floating head of a ‘Rubik’s cube.’ Not much is known about this mysterious entity other than the fact that he lives with Clock, Disco, and Cap, is 22 years old, and is currently unemployed. 

Clock:

He/Him: Clock is similar to Cubert. He is a blocky figure that has a head of—as the name suggests—a clock. He seems to be the oldest and tallest of the objective squad, stating he is 26 years old and works at a gas station. He is the most responsible and reasonable out of the four, but he does have his own chaotic and rambunctious side.

Disco:

He/Him: Once again, he is an object head. He is a blocky figure with a disco ball as his head. Disco wears a perpetual outfit from the late 60s with an amethyst necklace somehow hanging around his torso despite not having a neck. He is an eccentric dancer, usually found on random side missions. Disco has a bundle of fake ids but assures us that he is 23 years old.

Capitalism:

He/Him: An absolute diva, this man takes no smack from anyone. He is of the same blocky, object-head species, with a coin this time. You can usually find him in a salon getting a shine while giving financial advice to anyone who listens. He isn’t necessarily rude or narcissistic; he just knows his own worth. Cap is one of the top leading CEOs of the country, providing financial aid to his broke friends (Cubert, Disco, and Clock). His resume states he is 25, but no one truly believes that. 

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Hey twins :D I've been caught up in a buncha school n work stuff so i kinda haven't been uploading that much, but here I am!!! This is the New years special since I forgot to make a christmas special. Crazy that its already 2026 right??? Almost three years of these oneshots LOLL Anyways, here we go!!

Michael "Mike" Thane x Reader

Fallen Aces ~ New Years Special~ Fluff

Words: 674

Published: 1/1/2026

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“C’mon doll, just trust me.” Mike reached for your hand, tugging you towards the precariously stacked crates in the center of the hallway. 

It was New Year's Eve, and Michael was determined to celebrate it with you. He had been chatting up this night for a while, making it seem like his favorite holiday for some unknown reason. 

“Cool it, hotshot, I’m right behind you.” It was hard not to laugh at his dog-like antics. For such a work-determined and stoic man, he sure had a way of surprising you over and over again. 

“Ya’ sure Bill won’t raise rent again for this?” You were partially joking, but both of you knew it was a genuine question. Bill was a crazed landlord, a greedy one too. But there was nowhere else in the city you could get an apartment within your budget.

“Eh, who knows with that guy?” Mike brushed off the concern, stepping up onto a crate and grabbing your hand to help you climb. “What he don’t know won’t kill ‘im.”

You had to agree with Mike there. Bill never knew what was going on with his tenants. All the old crook focused on was the money in his pockets. But Bill wasn’t the event of the hour. No, the event was the way Mike grinned so brightly while pushing the skylights open, leading to the abandoned roof.

“Woah,” was all you could say when the view stole your breath.  The Royal Arm’s apartment complex wasn’t tall, not in the slightest, but you could still see all of Nightingale Street. You could even see above the shops below, giving a view of the rest of Umburgh. But what impressed you the most was the living room blanket set out on the roof’s ledge. 

Two champagne glasses were balancing next to your favorite bottle of the sparkling cider, paired nicely with a small plate of snacks. Michael was staring at you, physically beaming as you took in his effort. 

“So that’s where the blanket went.” You chuckled softly, admiring the simplistic scene before you. It wasn’t much, but it was more than enough. 

“Thank you.” You turned to look at Michael to thank him, only to see him watching you intently. 

“No problem, hun.” Michael was never good at accepting praise or thanks. “Now c’mon, it’s starting soon.” 

You could hardly ask what before he dragged you over to the setup. He ushered you down on the ledge first while he poured the two glasses. 

“The party” was all he gave away, carefully giving you the glass. 

“I didn’t know you liked this stuff?” You were swirling the glass in your hands, watching as the liquid twirled like a whirlwind. 

“I don’t, but you do.”

You were going to say something in response, but a new noise cut you off. A high-pitched cry in the night, one that demanded subtlety only to rocket into a demand of celebration.

Fireworks lit up the sky above, vibrant colors and flashing lights that ignited gunpowder and hearts. 

“Happy New Year, doll.” Mike held his glass out to you, an honor to a long-running partnership. A friendship long blooming. A friendship too long stalled. 

In that moment, you realized something. You realized that time was going to keep moving, whether you moved with it or not. You realized that no matter what you did, nothing would force you to move but yourself.

So you moved.

It was a searing movement, a dire one that was fated to happen eventually.  Both glasses were forgotten immediately as hands intertwined and arms wrapped around. A burning and freezing kiss, one that could rival the light of life and the dark of death. It was all-consuming, an engrossing distraction from the world around.

It only lasted seconds, but it seemed like an immortal ecstasy.

Michael didn’t say anything when you parted, but the dopey grin on his face was enough feedback already. 

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Yello ello guys, another one for you fellos :D AO3 is going okay, I just now figured out some big plotholes to fix LOLL Anyways, turns out I actually really enjoy these headcanon formatted posts. It’s so much more fun and easier for me to get motivation towards. Stay tuned for more and if you have any suggestions for the next prompt, let me know!!

Characters: ~ Michael Thane ~ Mike Schmidt ~ Creme Brulee Cookie ~ Kevin Flynn ~ Sebastian Solace ~ Jax ~ Bendy ~

Multifandom ~ Headcanons ~ Fluff

Words: 1K Published: 12/10/2025

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Michael “Mike” Thane - Fallen Aces

Mike would need a little convincing to go with you to a movie

Sure, the man likes to relax and can sit for a few shows on the television

But he has always been more of a “doer”

Sitting still to simply watch a movie isn’t his ideal date, but he’ll make any sacrifice to keep you happy

So, after you finally drag him out to see a Flick, Mike will do anything in his power to be a gentleman

He never caught the name but apparently it had some famous singer you really liked

Frank Samson, was it? Or maybe Francis Sinatra?

No matter who it was, you were really excited to see him

Sitting through the talkie wouldn’t be as bad as Mike assumed, and he rather enjoyed being next to you

He didn’t remember too much of the plot, mainly focused on the way you would grab his arm and jostle him each time your favorite actor appeared

No matter what, Mike would have a good time, and he’d make sure you knew that

Mike Schmidt - FNAF: Movie

No matter what you try, Mike would be tense the whole movie

His mind is in a constant whirlwind yet always an impassive calm

He wants this movie to go perfect, with no distractions from other people

Mike would most likely get a little too involved with the movie, whispering to you about certain parts that didn’t make sense or characters he didn’t trust

He will always make sure you’re enjoying yourself too though

I think he would internally die if he realized you weren’t enjoying it with him

Either way, Mike wants you to have the better experience

He’ll give you the popcorn bucket or any candy you both chose

Mike is definitely a sharer when it comes to snacks, specifically movie theatres, when it comes to you

Trust that he’ll be talking about the film all the way home

Crème Brûlée Cookie - Cookie Run Kingdom

This guy is definitely a critic

He doesn’t mean to be all the time, but it’s just so easy to nitpick the whole movie

Trust that he will be discussing the movie’s score with you

He’ll give an honest rating of the movie, involving you into all of his thoughts and opinions

Goodness, if this man isn’t obsessed with self-expression in the movies

Sure, he may want it to be wonderful, but he also wants to feel wonderful

He will be hoping to feel what the director was trying to make

I think he’d actually be fond of some movies that are aimed towards viewer emotions rather than just a story

He’ll either praise a movie to the heavens or rip it apart and tear its legacy down—no difference

Flynn - Tron

Oh, this man is obsessed

He lives on technology and he wouldn’t trade a movie for the world

Buuuut he would probably have a field day mentioning how bad the CGI is (despite it literally being the 1980s)

Flynn would definitely convince you to help him rebuild something from the movie into the grid afterwards

During the movie, he is not going to be sharing the food and drinks unless you explicitly ask

Homie is locked in on that film and he isn’t going to remember anyone else in the theatres

Poke him a few times and you might get his attention for a few seconds to ask for the snacks

If this is a game-type movie or a franchise you both like or anything of the like, he will be pointing out every single reference for you 

Flynn will 100% be giving you his thoughts immediately as the movie ends

Trust that he would ramble to Tron and Clu about the movie too, whether he liked it or not

Sebastian Solace - Pressure

It would be hard to watch a movie with him

Not only are you nearly 74,000 studs below sea level, but there aren’t exactly a lot of movies he would enjoy

I don’t think Sebastian would have very many preferences towards movies, he’s just not really a film person

You would probably have to rely on Painter to stream any movies with a totally accurate streaming account

Sebastian would remain quiet during the movie though, he knows proper etiquette when it comes to things like this

I think Sebastian would give an honest review, probably making a few snarky comments to the characters afterward

He wouldn’t eat food during the movie, mainly because there is no genuine food in the Blacksite he can even eat anymore

I feel like Sebastian would accidentally start mimicking a character he really liked

Jax - TADC

Somehow someway, you convinced Caine to allow the circus to watch movies to relax or for a random adventure

Holy guacamole is Jax annoying

He can’t and won’t sit still at ALL

Constantly moving around and making jokes

He will be yelling at dumb characters

If it’s a mystery movie, Jax definitely attempts to solve it before the characters and he is determined to beat them

There is no doubt that Jax would absolutely tear every actor apart

Do not expect to be sharing the movie snacks

I think Jax would actually check subtly a few times to make sure you were enjoying the movie

If you say one character reminds you of Jax, he will either make fun of you and deny it profusely, or live it up if the character is amazing

“Well yeah, of course they remind you of me. Our incredible auras reflect one another.”

Bendy - Toon Quest

Oh my goodness get this man out of here

If you two manage to find a time alone where you can watch a movie, he is the most ‘nonchalant’ romancer

Think of an arm around your shoulder or the subtle “That’s us” what something romantic happens

Also, Bendy will be comparing those actors to his “experienced expertise”

He definitely shares the food, but he’ll mainly let you keep it all

Don’t be surprised if he begins to talk about the background of show-biz

I think Bendy would actually be a decent movie watcher though