BASED Interests First Of All

BASED interests first of all

holds a mic to you. favorite slimecicle character(s) go !!

if you're sending this message that means you ALSO HAVE BASED INTERESTS

btw i hope this includes his dnd characters :D

warning: some slight spoilers for some jrwi pd and apotheosis campaigns

i've said it before and i'll say it again, i love wiwi wisp so much. season 1 william just exudes that tired friend energy, but actually he's so unhinged too and i feel like we see that more in season 2 (and while i haven't finished s2, i already love the arc that his character goes through). i relate to wiwi far too much to not put him here

PETER SQLOINT he is a pathetic boy who is so much stronger than he gives himself credit for. there's so many points like how he deals with exandroth bursting out from him, and having to fight off his literal demons (or angel of retribution) in a meat cube that are just not addressed or recognised (but rumi/elena definitely does hehe angelstone <3)

q!slime holds a special place in my heart for the utter tragedy that was his time on the qsmp. from losing his daughter, to going down a whole code infection arc. i do appreciate a little insane character arc

feel free to add your own! i wanna know too!

I Still Love You (Do You?)

prince!Charlie Slimecicle x lady-in-waiting!reader

Synopsis: You succumb to your injuries after an attack at the palace. Charlie is there by your bedside when you wake up.

Warning(s): mentions of explosions, stabbings, and injuries, emotional angst, unrequited-ish love

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: This fic expands on the other prince!Charlie fic, but can be read alone! This takes place a few days after the first fic, but still within the week-long festival the royal family was hosting. Sorry that I used the same screenshot lol, couldn't be bothered to take a new one and this man does not have enough non-goofy sad pictures for me to use (please send if you have any plsplspls). Enjoy!

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You wake up with a groan. Your mouth and throat were dry, and there was a dull throbbing in your side. When you open your eyes, you’re grateful to see that the room was softly lit by the late afternoon sunlight streaming in through the windows.

Furrowing your brow, you try to remember the events of the night before:

Small explosions rocked the palace grounds. Dirt was spit up from the ground and festival decorations were torn or set on fire.

Hooded figures were attacking festival goers, both royal and common. Blood was spilled, chaos enveloped the scene as people frantically tried to flee.

You were rushing both Princess Amelia and Prince Charlie to a safe room. Along the way, a hooded figure rammed into your body at an awkward angle. The attack sends you stumbling, but the attacker was quickly subdued by the guards who were with you.

You made it to the safe room with other members of royalty and nobility. Jumping into your duties, you check on Amelia to make sure she was uninjured before helping the other servants present treat other injuries.

When somebody accidentally elbowed your side, white light blinded your vision from the sheer pain that shot through your body. You doubled over before falling and passing out.

“You’re awake, thank gods,” a voice to your right jolts you out of your memories.

You turn to see Charlie, his brown hair still messy from the chaos of the night before, his lavender dress shirt and black suit pants dirtied and slightly torn. He was sitting on what looked like the most uncomfortable chair in the palace, and seemed as though he hadn’t slept at all.

Yet, he looked as handsome as he always was.

You suck in a breath.

“Are you injured?” you ask him before he can get another word in.

Charlie chokes out am almost-laugh, surprised by your question.

“Am I injured? What – I’m not the one in an infirmary bed,” he responds incredulously.

“Where’s Mels? Is she okay?” you continue, worry for your princess causing you to ignore his remark as you push yourself with your arms to sit up.

The dull throb turns into a sharp pain, and you curse as you pause in your movements, breathing heavily through the pain.

“What happened?”

Charlie sighs, before standing up from his chair to lean over and help you scoot up into a more propped up position. You go stiff as he approaches.

Sighing again, he says, “Let me help you.”

He meets your gaze.

“Please?”

You take a beat to still your heart, still apprehensive and very very guilty, and relax, giving him a nod.

As he props you up (and you pretend not to notice how the warmth from his arms seep into your bones even through your clothes), he explains what had happened:

“Do you remember the hooded person that rammed into you as we were running? He was trying to go for either Amelia or me, but you were in the way. I guess he had a knife that cut into your side, but you didn’t feel it because of adrenaline and the chaos of everything around us.”

He runs a hair through his already messy hair and all but collapses back into his chair.

“Gods, Y/N, you could’ve died if nobody noticed your injury. You had lost so much blood by the time you collapsed – I don’t know how you were still up and tending to other people with that hole in your side.”

Charlie pauses, and you see the hand that was resting next to yours twitch. He retreats his hand and leans back in his chair.

“Do you know how devastated I – Amelia would be if you died?” he choked out, not meeting your gaze.

Silence fills the room as Charlie hangs his head, refusing to look up at you. You frown at him, taking in his tired state.

It didn’t make sense why he had probably sat by your bedside for the whole night. It didn’t make sense why he was so worried.

“Why do you care?” you ask, your hands coming to your stomach to fidget and pick. “I broke up with you. I ignored you for two years as you tried to piece our friendship back together. All I’ve ever done these past two years is push you and Mels together for the sake of a union neither of you want. Why do you care if I live or die?”

Charlie raises his head and catches you picking at your cuticles. Instinctively, he reaches for them, pulling them apart gently and cradling your hands in his. His sincere gaze falls on you, and despite yourself, you can’t seem to look away.

“You might have broken up with me. You might have thrown away two years of happiness together for the kingdom. But I know you, and I know you didn’t do any of that out of hate.”

“Charlie – ” You start to protest and pull away, but his hands tighten around yours just barely, a silent plea to let him finish. And you do.

“I know that you’re stupidly selfless and loyal,” he continues, a thumb soothing over the back of your hand like he’s trying to write his truths into your skin until they become yours. “And you would place the happiness of other over yours. But I’m selfish. So, despite the past two years of avoiding me, despite all that you did to drive me away – ”

He takes a shaky breath, closing his eyes like he’s gathering strength, before he looks at you again.

“I still love you.”

Your lips part as you stare at your worst nightmare happening in front of you in real time.

“Charlie – ” your voice breaks a little.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t still love me,” he pleads with you, leaning closer. “Tell me you don’t still love me, and I’ll leave.”

You stare at a man who looks starved in all ways but physical. A royal prince begging a lady-in-waiting for a chance to live again.

“Your parents would never allow it,” you try to reason. “Duty would never allow – ”

“And if it wasn’t for duty?” he cuts you off. “If I wasn’t a prince and you weren’t a lady-in-waiting? Ignoring everything around us, do you still love me?”

You swallow hard.

“I can’t.”

“You can’t, or you don’t?” Charlie presses. “Please don’t lie to me again.”

You can feel his hands shaking as they grasp yours. Or maybe, yours were too at the sheer weight of his plea.

A stone sits at the base of your stomach. Guilt pushes the stone up your throat to choke you for what you are about to do.

Staring straight into Charlie’s eyes, you say:

“I don’t love you anymore. I’m sorry, Charlie.”

The way Charlie’s expression crumples makes you want to take back your words and apologise over and over again. But the weight of the king and queen’s threat still pressed down on your shoulders:

You will face the consequences of your actions should you fail to bring Prince Charlie and Princess Amelia together.

He retracts his hands from yours, and you immediately feel colder. Even the sunlight streaming in had disappeared as the sun slowly set beyond your line of vision. Shakily, he stands.

“I really hope that was the truth,” he whispers, looking at you with glassy eyes. “I really hope that you’re happy.”

And he leaves. Leaves you with ice in your bones that you froze with your own words. Leaves you with an emptiness in your soul that you hollowed with your own hands.

Leaves you with a broken heart that you smashed on your own accord.

GUESS WHO FINISHED THE WONDERLUST ANIMATIC AND NOW ALSO HAS A YOUTUBE

In season 2 of the suckening, Shilo will begrudgingly accept what he has become, and try to use his power to do some iota of good somewhere, or give up completely. Arthur will either succumb to the deep chasm his sacrifices left or survive and become truly whole again. emizel will respawn gamer style and then get theo's coords so he can "blow him mightily"

when ur driver falls asleep on the freeway & the golf cart vanishes LOL

i can't believe this interaction IM CRYING