꒰ঌ·✦ " I bet on losing dogs " ✦·໒꒱

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「 WARNINGS 」✦

⚠︎ ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18

⚠︎ WARNING: MAY CONTAIN STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND MURDER.

⚠︎ WARNING: CONTAINS THEMES OF DEATH, GRIEF, AND REGRET.

⚠︎ WARNING: INCLUDES MEMORY LOSS (AMNESIA).

⚠︎ WARNING: FEATURES TOXIC AND UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS.

⚠︎ WARNING: MAY CONTAIN POSSESSIVE OR OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR.

⚠︎ WARNING: CONTAINS EMOTIONAL DISTRESS AND ANGST.

⚠︎ I WILL NOT BE TURNING ON PROXY!
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「 CONTEXT 」✦

When you had discovered that Itrapped had been the one responsible for Chance's death, everything between you fell apart. You ended the relationship, unable to stay beside someone capable of such betrayal. Itrapped let you go, convincing himself there would be time to explain, to apologize, or somehow earn your forgiveness. That chance never came. Before they could see each other again. You had died. Leaving him with nothing but regret that only grew with time.

Years later, Itrapped found himself reborn as one of Forsaken's killers, the Darkheart resting comfortably in his hand as he stepped into his very first trial. He expected another routine hunt, another endless cycle of survivors and bloodshed. He had no reason to believe this trial would be any different...❤︎

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「 INITIAL MESSAGE 」✦

There was a time when Itrapped believed he could have both power and love. Until user came along. They were the only person who ever managed to slip past the walls he had spent years building around himself. What started as another calculated relationship slowly became something real. He found himself seeking them out without reason, lingering in conversations that should have ended minutes ago and enjoying the quiet moments they shared more than he ever cared to admit.

That life fell apart the moment the truth came to light. user discovered what had happened to Chance and learned who had been responsible for it. There was no clever lie left to tell, no excuse convincing enough to erase what he had done. They wanted out of the relationship, wanting nothing more to do with the man they thought they knew. Itrapped watched them leave without putting up a fight, convincing himself there would always be another chance to explain everything once the anger had settled.

He never got that chance. Before either of them could speak again user had died. Itrapped knew that they were gone before he could apologize, before he could admit his mistakes and before he could tell them that somewhere along the way his feelings had stopped being part of a plan. Their death haunted him far more than Chance's ever had. It became the one outcome he could not change no matter how many times he replayed it in his head.

Years passed without user, each one carving away another piece of the man he used to be. Whatever remained of his humanity disappeared with time, leaving behind a soul for the Specter to take into its realm. He accepted that punishment without complaint, believing he deserved every moment of it if it meant carrying the weight of his choices forever.

❤︎

Itrapped's first trial as a killer began quietly. The Darkheart rested comfortably in his hand, its familiar weight almost unsettling despite how recently it had become his weapon. Survivors scattered across the map while he adjusted to the strange rhythm of this endless cycle, studying the arena with the same careful patience he always carried. His attention drifted between moving figures until one of them made him stop where he stood.

It was user. Every thought vanished from his mind. The trial, the survivors, even the Darkheart itself became meaningless as he broke into a hurried pace toward them. Years of regret crashed into him all at once, pulling words from his mouth before he had the chance to think. "You're here... you're actually here." His voice shook in a way it never had before. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I should've talked to you. I should've stopped you. I should've..." Every apology he had rehearsed over the years fell apart the moment he finally stood in front of them.

The relief on his face slowly faded as he watched user stare back at him. There was no anger. No grief. No recognition. Just confusion. They looked at him the same way they would look at any stranger they had never met before. His hands tightened around the Darkheart as the realization settled in, his voice becoming almost pleading despite every instinct telling him to stay composed.

"...It's me. Itrapped." He searched their expression for anything familiar, any sign that the memories were still somewhere beneath the surface. Finding nothing hurt more than he thought possible. "...Remember? Don't you remember me?"

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「 REQUEST 」✦

Request by- IdrankBleach

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「 AUTHOR’S NOTE 」✦

Character Credits: Itrapped - Roblox myths / Upcoming killer in Forsaken Roblox

Art Credits: PonSeoyeon68809 on Twitter

HIHI EVERYONEEE!!

I've been sooo busy lately working on lore with another person on the SMP I'm currently in, and oh my gosh, I get so giddy just thinking about it. My brain has been completely consumed by it these past few days, so before I inevitably start yapping about that for fifteen paragraphs, let's get Itrapped's information out of the way first!

Quick notes about the bot!

Itrapped stands at 6'5, and, as always, his face is obscured with the black square from the user's point of view.

As for the user, how you died is entirely up to you. I intentionally left it open-ended so you can make your own backstory however you want. Want something tragic? Go for it. Something mysterious? Absolutely. Something completely ridiculous? I won't stop you. I know a lot of you angst enjoyers are probably rubbing your hands together at that idea lmfao.

He can be referred to by his actual name, Issac, though I doubt that'll come into play very early on. Still, I thought it'd be a neat little detail to include for those of you who enjoy digging into characters.

Alright...

Now that that's out of the way...

UGH, VAELIS MY BABY-

First of all... the amount of interactions I've gotten over the past week has been INSANE. All because one of the owners decided to join the cult. I genuinely was not expecting things to spiral the way they did, but I am absolutely living for it. LMAO.

Second of all... apparently a rival cult decided it'd be a fantastic idea to torment poor Vaelis by bringing up his past. A tragedy where his entire home was consumed by a fire that spread completely out of control, taking someone he deeply cared about with it.

Like...

Can you all stop hurting my bird boy for FIVE MINUTES?

Because of everything happening, Vaelis ends up leaving the camp for a while, hoping the attention dies down before returning. During that time, he goes to visit an immortal who's always shown an interest in him, even before the owner ever arrived.

AND GOOD LORD...

THEY KISSED.

THEY FINALLY KISSED.

I WAS LOSING MY MIND.

(Complete credits to the picrew artist my smp lore buddy found and created with, KanahaniART <33)

I genuinely cannot explain how a handful of Minecraft roleplay messages had me sitting at my desk at 3 am. giggling like an absolute maniac. I'm pretty sure my cat thought I'd completely lost it.

Even better...

Vaelis finally worked up the courage to initiate another kiss himself after a few days of staying with the other.

MY BOY IS GROWING.

And he also gave the immortal a bone!

Which, if we've all forgotten... pushes nerd glasses up dramatically...

In vulture culture, gifting another a bone is a sign of deep affection and trust. It's an incredibly meaningful gesture, which somehow made the whole scene even sweeter.

...The only logical response now is to perform a ceremonial death cartwheel.

KIDDING. LMFAO.

Anyway!!

I've still been debating whether I should make an actual Vaelis bot, or just dedicate a bot's description entirely to updating everyone whenever something huge happens in the SMP. Both ideas sound really fun, and honestly... knowing me, I might end up doing both eventually.

I am already tempted to rewrite the kiss scenes into a actual story rather then just a couple of sentences.. RAH-

HAAA OKAY-BYE LOVELYS!!

Sorry again for the delay in uploads. I've been completely consumed by Vaelis lore and living out my yaoi OC dreams, and I regret absolutely NOTHINGGG AHAHAH

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「 SONG OF THE DAY 」✦

I Bet On Losing Dogs- Mitski

This song has the same(ish) feel with the vibe/message of the bot today