#ALSO WE’RE FINALLY DONE WITH THE NETHER!!!!
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Skilled at mimicry and being a general nuisance, the Crimson Forest Crows are finally here!!! (They’re so red,,, I love them sm)
And with that, the Nether crows are FINALLY done!!!
Transcription and Closeups Below!!!
CRIMSON FOREST CROWS
A guide by: Philza Minecraft
PHYSICAL NOTES:
Long display tail feathers
Red-tinted feathers help to blend in
Covered in netherrack dust and red spores
BEHAVIORAL NOTES:
Often nest in the treetops of crimson forests and in bastions.
Most shiny-driven of all Nether Crows (LOVE gold!)
Enjoy netherrack dust baths!
Often follow piglins and act as messengers/companions. (Sometimes steal from them)
Clever little tricksters ( mostly friendly though!)
Great at mimicry (imitate other mob sounds)
OTHER NOTES:
Feathers have a reddish tint
Feathers help with camouflage
Long tail feathers
Long racket-like feathers on both sides!
NOTE: Like to mimic ghasts, piglins, and hotline to scare intruders (and for pranks). Stay vigilant.
#It literally hurt my eyeballs coloring these guys#they’re so AGGRESSIVELY red#love them but also WOW#ALSO WE’RE FINALLY DONE WITH THE NETHER!!!!#philza#mcyt#philza minecraft#mcyt au#philza fanart#Minecraft#minecraft crows#sketchy’s doodles
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Teddy bear
Soft dom Austin x reader
Info: the reader use what ever pronounce that you what the reader to use. In this fanfic. And this is a suggestion that was sent to me by @purejasmine and request are open. And I only write PG-13 to PG 16. But also write without PG. Austin comes and take care of you after a stressful day. And his soft dom side cares for you.
Warning: Some dom but it is a soft dom. And spelling mistakes. And kissing/ making out. And I know different countries have different age limit when it comes to kissing and making out. But to me some kissing and making out can be in adult movies and teen movies. Tongue is also involved.
Mature: You can debate that yourself. But I avoid writing 18+ content.
Austin had a soft personality naturally, but along with his soft side there is also his dominant side is also soft. You and Austin live together so you know about his soft side, and don’t mind him being how he is around you. The only new thing is you don’t really see his dominant personality that much. You and Austin have been together since November of 2021 and moved in together after a year of dating, so the reto of you have only been living together for some months at the moment. Today was a Tuesday afternoon and finally you were coming home form work and just wanted to rest and enjoy Austin company. Austin was a sweet and soft person to be around in your mind, and that was not a lie. You start hearing foot steps coming  towards the living room and you knew it was your boyfriend coming to accompany you. “Hey y/n who was your day at work?” He asked you as he sits down next to you on the couch. “It was a stressful day, and I am just very tired. And need a break.” We’re the words coming out of your mouth, and Austin knew what had to be done. He was determined to make you feel relaxed and comfortable while also being his dominant personality and his soft sweet person. He was all three.
Slowly while still sitting on the couch Austin moves his lips towards your, and you didn’t push him away you pulled him closer to you. It slowly started to become a make up section, and nether of you were stopping it anytime soon. The soft dom was coming out of Austin and wanted to make sure your okay. Slowly you start to feel your boyfriend pulling away form your lips and questions we’re filling up in your mind. To you Austin was the best boyfriend for you. And know you were wondering why he stop making out with you.
“ Austin why did you stop?” Why was a good question. You leave the couch and go to the kitchen and think that it is time to make dinner even if you were tired. The two of you were also hungry. Austin hugs you from behind and kissing your neck while your cooking, and then you know it was time to focus on only the food so it doesn’t burn. “ I want to only be with you Teddy Bear. Your the only one for me.” Austin said into my ear while still holding around my back. Teddy Bear was a nickname that he gave you when the two of you had dated for a while, to him your are a Teddy Bear. “ I believe the same thing to Austin. But I am cooking so how about we have some more fun after we eat and that will be nice.” Austin agrees even though he wants to just make out with your lips right now.
After eating, your lips started to move in sync. And  tongue was involved, it did not stop and a soft dom was laying on top of your body. Your clothes are on and don’t leave your body. And Austin soft dom respect you and wanted to never stop kissing and making out. You remove you warm clothes at put on a t-shirt. and get back to kissing Austin. You share a room so change in front of each other was not new, at times. Kissing and loving each other was amazing to each of you. And never wanted to stop. Austin has been comforting you after your stressful day. And that is all you needed. When you pulled away the last time you understand the truth about the loving man in front of you. He was a soft dom and you loved it. And wanted to see that side all the time. Soft dom Austin is amazing and you love everything about this person you love so very much. “ Austin, I know you have a soft dom. And I love you for you.” The loving words form out of your mouth, the smile on his face was amazing. “ I love you more then anything in this world. I will love you forever Teddy Bear. “ “Your the best boyfriend for me. And no one can compare at all.”
It was later and their was work in the morning so it was time to get some sleep. Austin saw how tiered you were and was ready to get some sleep himself.
“Good night Teddy Bear.”
“Good night my Cutie pie” you call him that because to you he is a cutie pie.
Hope everyone reading enjoyed the fanfic.
Thanks for reading.
🩷😃🖤👍🏻🌸
Grace
#austin butler#austin butler fanfiction#austin fanfic#austinstyles#soft dom fanfic#dom!austin x reader#soft!dom!austin#soft!dom#fanfic#request are open#and feel free to send request for fanfic i should write#austinstyles writing#multifandom writer#fanfiction#austin butler fic#austin butler fanfic#austin butler x y/n#austin butler x reader
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45 With An Epic(Part 2): Ben Holton interviewed by Eric Eggleson
How do you decide if a song goes on as epic45, Birds In The Brickwork, My Autumn Empire, or The Balloonist? I usually realise fairly early on which project a piece of music will be released as. So, broadly speaking, My Autumn Empire has become a place where I try out more ‘traditional’ song structures, and have fun with extant forms. I don’t always conform to that idea though. Birds In The Brickwork is a vehicle for my photography as much as the music, so I see it as a sort of soundtrack to ‘seeing things’ in a way, which is why it’s all instrumental. The Balloonist was intended as a one off project to capture a very specific sound and aesthetic in my mind. However, it seems to have opened up a corridor of new ideas and approaches, which I’m excited to wander down. With epic45 I just have an instinctual feeling if something is ‘epic45.’ I think the main thing is that I’m more aware of the lineage of the albums and consciously like to react against the last release and not rest on any laurels. The latest album definitely is a final chapter in a certain way of working because if you don’t move on and attempt to surpass yourself, you drown. What the heck is Play Hours And Half Holidays? Play Hours And Half Holidays is Antony Harding from July Skies and me. The original idea was to capture live performances in unusual places, or just stolen moments. So, the first song we did was in my mum’s front room and the second was in a field in Wiltshire. There is short song we made in an antiques store which remains unreleased, plus another track called ‘Gardens’ that wasn’t made in the same way, so it’s just…floating in a nether-zone for now. What’s your favorite song to perform live? Why? Right at this moment, it’s ‘Brothers’ from the album Cropping The Aftermath. So much of that is down to playing along to James on the drums, it’s an absolute privilege. It’s one of the tracks that make me dance a little bit on stage. Here’s the video:
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What’s your favorite cover of another band? We don’t do many covers; I’ve probably done more on my own really. But with epic45, I think my favourite recorded cover is the one we did of ‘Ideas As Opiates’ by Tears For Fears. Really pleased with how that turned out. On my Patreon, I have a request system and have had to cover bands such as Teenage Fanclub, Talk Talk and, believe it or not, Bananarama. It’s a lot of fun. Favorite venue to perform at? One of them definitely would be the Union Chapel in Islington, London as the acoustics are superb and the events put on by Daylight Music had such warm, friendly, and attentive audiences. It’s run by a guy called Ben Eshmade who has invited epic45 and My Autumn Empire to play at his events a few times over the years. They had to move the events from the Union Chapel, unfortunately, but the new venue looks nice. On the last tour, we played in a tiny room in a 16th century timber framed house (now a museum) and Mill Hill Chapel in Leeds. Both gigs made us realise we’re much more comfortable in slightly unusual venues, with small, but appreciative audiences. Who would you like to work with if you could? I’d love to work with Robert Wyatt. Just to have him sing over my music would be a dream come true. Unfortunately, I don’t think that is ever destined to happen now. I believe Robert is quite ill now and hasn’t been making music for quite a few years. It’s heartbreaking. I’d also love to work with Eberhard Weber. Although I’d be completely out of my depth from a musicianship angle, I’d still love to see what might happen.
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“D’you think we did the right thing?” asked Scott, out of nowhere, across the darkness between their beds. It was nearly midnight. They should both have been asleep. Neither of them were. “Ditching them. Our soulmates.” A pause. “I mean, I know they abandoned us first, and all that stuff with going to the Nether, and being irresponsible, but-”
But they’re still our soulmates.
Cleo was silent for a moment, turning the words over in her head. Turning her own feelings over, in her heart. “I think so,” she said, finally. “ I don’t... think I can love like that, anyway. Not easily. Definitely not on command. Maybe... maybe not at all. I don’t know.”
She’d never told anyone that before. Not anyone other than Joe, anyways, who she generally forgot to count as a ‘someone’ at the best of times. He was just Joe, who knew everything, and knew all of her by default - sometimes before she knew it herself. Quite often before she knew it herself.
(He’d patted her on the shoulder, and told her that love was a prerequisite of neither humanity nor post-humanity, and was also a social construct, and was also mostly a collection of molecules moving around the brain, and that the most important thing was being kind. She’d said she was pretty bad at that, too. Iinstead of patronising her by disagreeing, he’d said it was okay, he could love on behalf of them both, and if she provided him an itemised list of people he needed to love in her stead then he would get right on that. He’d been entirely serious.)
Scott hummed, quietly, and she heard him shift in his bed, a rasp of sheets against clothing. “Well, I can,” he said, almost petulant, and she exhaled relief at the normalcy of the response. “But- not with her. I don’t think- ...No. No, I- I know I couldn’t, with her. Martyn, maybe, I could’ve, but...”
Cleo barked out a humousless laugh. “I think I’d’ve done okay with Pearl, actually. She’s not quite so-” She grasped for the words. “Martyn, he- he wants love, you know? He needs it. He goes looking for it. Him and Ren, in the first one of these... And I can’t give him that. I can’t.”
“You want to swap?” asked Scott, and when she laughed again, he joined her - a wry, exhausted sort of sound, less humour and more resignation. “God. We’re kind of messed up, huh? The only two people on the server who couldn’t love the soulmates they were given.”
“Oh, yeah,” agreed Cleo with a heavy sigh, staring up at nothing in particular. “Yeah, maybe a little bit. But- we can be messed up together. That’s something. Isn’t it? We’ve got each other, at least.”
“Yeah.” Scott’s voice was soft, quiet, almost warm. There was another rustle of sheets - and then there was a hand questing across the space between them towards her, out of the darkness. On impulse, she took it. When Scott squeezed her fingers, something tightened in her chest in her chest in response. ”We’ve got each other. And hey- we can make our own fate! No soulmates required. How about that, huh?”
And for a moment, like this - together, defiant, hand-in-hand in the midnight dark - Cleo could almost believe in a world where denying fate was possible.
#double life smp#dlsmp#trafficblr#fic#life smp tag#life smp fic#just a little thing that got in my brain last friday#and then i took a whole week to write because i love procrastination
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blackrock 10 year retrospective
so! it’s been. ten years since the blackrock chronicle started. let’s talk about that
i got minecraft in august 2012, right around the 1.3 update, after a camp friend showed it to me. like any other minecraft-playing 12 year old in 2012, i immediately took to the internet and discovered minecraft videos and parodies. one of these was Screw The Nether, the singer of which one of my friends identified as martyn. i watched martyn’s tekkit series (rip) and didn’t recognize one of the names on his waypoints: rythian. naturally, i looked up rythian on youtube, and found this little series called The Tekkit Adventure.
the rest is kind of history.
this series has meant so much to me over the last ten years. from making real life friends because i was reading fanfic and they asked what i was reading to desperately trying to explain the series to friends in 7th grade art to one of my friends making me a charm bracelet with blackrock themed charms for the holidays to the tumblr explanation of the finale to all the different yog servers ive been in and now being a fandom boomer in modern day mcyt spaces. i still cry watching the final episode of season 2. i still only really know the lyrics to zoey’s sk8rboi parody and not the original. frankly, im a lesbian because of this series. i had a MASSIVE crush on zoey as a kid and barely even knew it, and as an adult, im just sitting here like “ah.” she was some of the first lesbian rep i’d seen Basically Ever and i cannot thank her enough for that.
to celebrate, i dug through all my old sketchbooks and notepads to bring you all the blackrock/yogscast fanart i could find from the last ten years. i’m sure there’s PLENTY that’s missing. it’s all under the cut, chronologically listed. cheers, blackrock fandom. we’re still kickin’.
2012-2013 these are all from my 7th/8th grade art class sketchbooks + when i got my first drawing tablet for hanukkah 2013
2014-2015
2016-2017
done during cornerstone rewatch
2018-2019
(danger days au)
EARLY 2020
my rythian pc for a dnd game i was in
2021
2022
kinda funny how this also serves as an art improvement timeline lmao. so yeah! that’s all i got! keep on blackrockin’ <3 <3
#blackrock chronicles#blackrock#yogscast#yogs#when i say im old school mcyt i mean OLD SCHOOL#lav talks#emily art#i cant believe its been ten fuckin years#long post
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a sister’s sacrifice ; part two ↠
↠ platonic!c!sleepy bois inc x fem!reader , platonic!c!tubbo x fem!reader ; angst with a minuscule amount of fluff
↠ masterlist
↠ part one ; part two ; part three ;
↠ @leafyturtle @basheverythingyesterday @terribletoothbat
after all is said and done
after l’manberg is left half-ruined but still breathing
after techno runs off
after tommy and tubbo take seats in the cabinet
after wilbur has been killed by phil
after it all, you leave
you leave l’manberg & the rest of the server & refuse to pick a side
you move to a dark oak forest & build a little cottage for yourself hidden among the trees
you’re tired
you’re so so tired of everything & you just want to be at peace
of course, you could never fully leave everything
you’re still visited by your brothers (those that are left) & your friends
you help niki with her flower shop & various other building projects
you remain out of any political affairs tommy & tubbo are involved in
but you still spend most of your time alone in the woods
you’re content living like this
are you happy with the way your life has turned out?
god no
but you can live with being content
& then ghostbur shows up
(ghostbur) hello! are you the y/n phil keeps talking about?
you wanna talk about trauma?
let’s talk about being approached out of nowhere in the middle of the woods while mushroom hunting by your DEAD BROTHER and a blue sheep on a leash
what the f u c
(you, bewildered) ...will?
(ghostbur) i’m not wilbur. not the one you knew. i’m ghostbur! are you y/n? you look like phil described & i haven’t managed to find any other houses hidden in the dark oak forest.
this is... great
ghostbur becomes quite attached to you
will had distanced himself while living in pogtopia as his mental state deteriorated
it seems ghostbur is fulfilling the closeness alivebur wishes to have had maintained with you
.......
cool
this is fine
it’s totally fine
ghostbur visits you often
even though you know it’s not really your wilbur, it’s nice in some odd way to have a version of wilbur still around
it’s through ghostbur that you learn of tommy’s exile, long after it had happened
it seems no one wanted a protective mama bear y/n sent after them, so during your brief visits to the main residential areas, talk of tommy’s exile was conventiently never a conversation piece
you just figured he was busy or distracted or avoiding you like a moody teen
then ghostbur hands you a small letter one day
(you) what’s this?
(ghostbur) it’s an invitation to tommy’s beach party. he’s been quite lonely in exile
(you) quite lonely in what now
ghostbur fills you in as best as his little ghost brain can on what’s happened with tommy & burning down geroge’s house & tubbo exiling him
what do you mEAN TUBBO EXILED TOMMY????
WTFFFFF??????!!!
CAN YOU GET A BREAK????!!!?!?!?
WHAT ARE THESE IDIOT CHILDREN DOING
you’re the only person to get an invite
you watch from afar, wary of approaching your youngest brother with dream so close
you wait for dream to leave before going to him
(you) tommy?
(tommy) ...y/n!
you catch him in a hug without hesitation
(tommy) i knew you’d come
(you) tommy, i’m so sorry. i had no idea you’d even been exiled or i would have visited you immediately-... are you okay?
tommy is so....
he’s so.......
worn down
his clothes are torn & dirty, he has bags under his eyes
he’s thinner than he used to be, which is very concerning as he’s always been a bit of a walking stick
he just looks so tired
the usual fire that burns behind his eyes whether in anger or mischief or just happiness is nonexistent
(tommy) what?
(you) are you okay? i’d been worried because i hadn’t seen you around and- god, i’m so sorry. i should’ve looked for you or asked about you but i just assumed and now this and-... tom?
tommy just starts crying
because he thought you’d stopped caring about him too
he thought everyone stopped caring about him
but you’re here & you’re concerned & you’re as caring as usual
he buries his face in your shoulder & just cries his little heart out
you hold him and pet his hair and just let him cry
(you) tommy
(tommy) yeah?
(you) come home with me
(tommy) what?
(you) come home with me. you can live with me for the time being & we’ll get this sorted out, okay?
you’d seen how manipulative dream was being even in the short time you’d watched him & your brother, so it takes some convincing but soon tommy has packed his things & is heading out with you back to your home in the dark oak forest
you spend a while nursing him back to health, both physically & mentally
it’s truly heartbreaking having to recondition him out of the dependent mindset on dream
it also pisses you the fuck off but you focus your energy on tommy, not on revenge
tommy tries many times to convince you to come back
to go back to l’manberg & “plant the seed of rebellion”
which wasn’t even call for an actual rebellion, just that you could go back & raise hell about your littlest brother being exiled & demand he be allowed back
but time & time again you refuse
you are content staying away from everything & remaining out of conflict
tommy is very much not
so you lead him to techno’s new home
(you) don’t cause too much trouble for him
(tommy) he blew up l’manberg!
(you) wilbur blew up l’manberg. techno just tried to kill the government
you leave him there & head back home
do you get a moderately angry visit a few days later from techno, who eventually agrees to helping tommy upon your asking?
possibly
you’re not present when tommy & techno sneak onto the smp
you’re not there when tommy & tubbo fight
or during the doomsday war when techno, phil, & dream lay waste to l’manberg once and for all
you’re aware, yes
you’re around, you’re in the know
you just remain out of conflict & out of sight
you’re also not there to say goodbye to tommy & tubbo as they head off for their final battle with dream
that little tidbit you weren’t caught up on, too busy wallowing in your own self misery & crying over your broken family
but ghostbur comes to visit that day
(ghostbur) hello, y/n!
(you) hello, ghostbur. it’s nice to see you
(ghostbur) you, as well! would you like some blue
(you) no. thank you.
(ghostbur) i sure do hope tommy & tubbo come back alright
(you) come back from what?
you were expecting “a trip to the nether,” “a journey to a new woodland mansion,” “a search for sunken ships”
instead, you get:
(ghostbur) their final battle with dream. they set off not too long ago
(you) ........if you’ll excuse me
you head off immediately, tracking tommy & tubbo despite all odds
you do not care, those are your brothers & they are not dying on your watch to dream of all people
they may have been told it’s a battle
they may think they have a chance
but this is dream we’re talking about
you know a trap when you see one
you climb up the mountainside as stealthily as possible
you arrive just in time to hear tubbo’s screams as he is cornered and killed by dream, losing his second canon life
tommy seems to be beat into submission as dream threatens to kill tubbo a final time, who respawns defenseless without any of his items
dreams leads them down into the mountain, villain monologuing the whole way
dramatic bitch
you jump down after them, tired of hearing him threaten your brothers
(you) i think you’ve said enough, dream
(dream) there you are. i was beginning to wonder when mama bear would show up
you put yourself between dream and your brothers
(you) you won’t hurt them anymore. i’m taking them & we’re leaving
(dream) i don’t think that’s up to you, y/n
(you) we’ll see
you take the first swing at dream, landing a clean hack at his shoulder with your axe
but again
this is dream we’re talking about
you’ve never been the most talented fighter & dream is second only to technoblade
i.e. you never stood a chance
but all reason went out the window when it comes to saving your brothers
soon you’re backed against a wall, dream’s axe at your throat
(dream) well this was a waste of time
(you) you’re a monster
(dream) thanks
(you) you think distancing yourself from everyone & everything will work? trust me, it doesn’t. it doesn’t matter how far away you move or how much you push those you love away, those feelings will always be there
dream considers you for a moment
you hope he at least has no satisfaction as you stare back in defiance
you’re unafraid; coming down here was a death sentence & yet you still jumped in headfirst
(dream) maybe for someone like you. but i’m not like you. i don’t care about anything or anyone on this server. i’m not burdened by attachment & i will never be again.
(you) i pity you, dream
(dream) pity me in hell
dreams draws his arm back & swings his axe down
you will lose your final canon life to dream, for your brothers
it’s always for your brothers
as much as you think you should hate them, hate everyone for everything that has happened to you
you can’t
they’re your family
you’ll love them infinitely
tubbo gasps in shock & tommy gives a yell of protest
you know they love you, too
you close your eyes
dream’s axe meets your neck
and you’re gone
#mcyt#mcyt x reader#dream smp#dsmp#minecraft youtubers#dream smp x reader#mcyt fanfic#mcyt fanfiction#mcyt imagine#sleepy bois imagine#sleepy bois#sleepy bois fanfiction#sleepy bois fanfic#sleepy bois x reader#sleepy bois inc#technoblade#technoblade x reader#philza#philza x reader#wilbur soot#wilbur soot x reader#tommyinnit#tommyinnit x reader#tubbo#tubbo x reader#tommyinnit fanfic#tommyinnit fanfiction#wilbur soot fanfic#wilbur soot fanfiction#technoblade fanfic
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Empires SMP S1 Fanfic: Phantom Solitude Ch 1
Characters: Mythical Sausage, Sir Carlos of Mythland, Scott Smajor, Jimmy Solidarity, GeminiTay, Bubbles the Dog, mentions of others
Relationships: Jimmy Solidarity/Scott Smajor, MythicalSausage/Scott Smajor
Tags: Empires SMP S1 with allusions to Afterlife SMP, Canon Divergent, Consensual Possession, Romance, Scosage adjacent; WARNINGS: Lost Time, Angst
Summary: The masquerade was not the end of the trouble with ancient relics. Sausage soon starts having cryptic nightmares and knows The Wither of Mythland must be the source. He and Scott have to work together to find out what the troubled spirits of the past need resolved in order to rest. (Awkwardly, this involves some more kissing…)
Sequel to The Past Unmasked
(Also available on Ao3!)
[ A/N: Apparently I can’t just write a simple one-shot anymore, there keep ending up being sequel(s)! | Now mashing together Echoing Through To You and When The Skies Cry. Can’t say I’ve ever written fanfic of my fanfic before, but here we are. Fanfiception. | Big thank you to @cynthrey for inspiration and beta reading! ]
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Chapter One
Sausage was unusually quiet on the ride back to Mythland, which concerned Sir Carlos but also made it a little easier to focus on driving, which was already slightly challenging when one was an average-sized chicken. Maybe Sausage had just tired himself out; the knight had heard plenty of rumors of the goings-on inside, as per usual at these events, but one in particular would have to be addressed once they were home.
Meanwhile, inside the carriage Sausage had the Nether star and Scott’s medallion held in one hand and was puzzling out what had happened to him. He reluctantly admitted to himself that he was susceptible to possession, but there had never been such power mentioned about the star before. The last time he had seen anyone wear it was when he accompanied his grandfather to his last royal function as king before he passed along Mythland’s crown, but he didn’t remember his grandfather really interacting with any of the elves who were present.
Both relics were silent now, just plain jewelry, and maybe reuniting them was all that needed to be done. He felt sad for them, whatever circumstances had led to them being separated, but it also brought the question of what had linked a legend of Mythland with the far away elven kingdom.
Head in hand, he stared out of the window and continued to wonder about it, barely registering the scenery even when they arrived back at the castle. It was Sir Carlos opening the carriage door that finally roused him from thought – since he hadn’t opened it himself.
“Ah, Sire, I thought you might be asleep. We’re home,” the knight clucked.
Sausage quickly pocketed the relics and stepped out of the carriage. “Thank you, Sir Carlos. Sleep does sound like it’s in order.” He set off up the steps, expecting to go alone but the knight followed and flapped his wings to catch up.
“Sire, I do need to tell you one thing. I overheard the Ocean Queen talking about declaring war on Mythland. What did you say to her?”
“Huh? Oh, I danced with Scott.”
“Sausage!” The knight used the tone reserved for scolding him when he was younger and had gotten into one misadventure or another.
“Oh, it’s nothing! It will be all right! She can’t be that mad. Jimmy and I can talk it over later. It was just a few dances!” He laughed nervously. “Um, yes. That was all that happened.”
“It sounded like she was taking it personally.”
“Look, maybe I forgot the mers have different customs when it comes to partnerships! I didn’t mean anything by it – not on purpose anyway.” This was definitely the truth.
Sir Carlos gave him a knowing look just by tilting his head and viewing him with one beady eye. “I’ll have the guards increase patrols by the docks just in case. And I’ll have the steward review diplomatic options for the situation. Good night, Sire.” He clucked in exasperation, turning to leave, and muttered about parents being right about heirs who were a handful to watch over.
Sausage offered another awkward laugh in his wake then took the relics from his pocket and held them close as he headed for the royal treasury. Once there he opened the glass case that had held the star on display and arranged them together on the red velvet cushion, taking several tries to get them leaning just right. The steel and the gold backing on the star didn’t look quite right side by side, and it was obvious two different hands had crafted them. He still wondered why something of elven make would be so simple, but he wasn’t sure he should ask. If he hadn’t been aware of the star’s powers, he might not have any business inquiring about the medallion, either.
What had been done, was done, and maybe it was best to just leave them be in here, securely locked away.
~*~
There were a few more gatherings of the empires in that time, and Sausage made a point to act normal around Scott – which generally meant avoiding him. Nothing came of the threat of war from Lizzie, fortunately, but there were a few times he caught her glaring at him from across the room. His steward had already sent missives to the Cod Empire apologizing for the faux pas, and while Jimmy didn’t seem particularly angry, he did keep his distance from Sausage. He figured that Lizzie had bent her brother’s ear to uphold taking offense.
So long as no one found out what else had happened that night, the little bit of animosity was bearable.
~*~
One lucrative adventure later found Sausage in the treasury looking for a place to display a new artifact that had been discovered. He had just about decided when he felt a compulsion to turn to the Nether star. He set down the new treasure and went over to the case, simply admiring the glow from the white jewel before lifting the glass and picking it up. He was struck by a painful sense of longing as soon as he touched it, and he cradled it between his hands for a moment before then picking up the medallion. There didn’t seem to be any connection even with them both in a living hand. As he tried to think of what might be happening, he felt his cheeks grow wet.
The Wither was…crying?
What had changed?
Before he could get too swept up in the emotions he put the relics back, replacing the glass cover and leaning on it while he wiped away the tears. Then he hurried out, hoping that distance would solve the problem. He spent the next few hours ignoring any random feelings of sadness, busying himself with work and now hoping the issue would cease overnight.
But it didn’t. He had a dream where he was trudging through a soulsand valley, shadows hounding his steps but he was unable to walk any faster to outpace them. There was a golden light in the distance that he could see through the Nether fog, but he didn’t seem to be getting any closer – but he couldn’t stop, either. He needed to get to it. As he desperately reached out toward it he saw shadows crawling under the skin of his hands, looking like the eyes and mouths within the soulsand.
Sausage woke with a gasp and immediately checked his hands. They appeared normal, but he knew very well how prophetic his dreams could be and wasn’t about to take this lightly. Staying away from Nether portals was now first on his list.
The dream repeated the next night, and the one after that. He made a few attempts to interact more during them, trying to find clues if this was a specific location in the Nether, if there was a fortress or bastion nearby – something, anything, if it would help him figure out if maybe he actually needed to go on a quest there. But it was the same torment night after night; trying to escape the shadows and reach that golden light.
During one repeat he saw a black mist pass across the gold light, and during the next night the mist wrapped around it, almost appearing to squeeze it, and then in the next go around the mist funneled into the center of the light. He thought he heard a distant cry of denial, and it was his own voice.
Sausage woke in a cold sweat. He couldn’t keep this up. Staying away from the star wasn’t doing a thing, and he knew the dreams would only continue. But he didn’t want to have to go to Scott, the only other person who knew what had happened. He would have to explain everything to someone else. Gem had helped him with his last bout of possession, but the possibility of banishing The Wither to a parallel dimension didn’t sit right; nor did he want to trouble Pearl with the tale, and have her offer to literally kick The Wither out of him.
His friends meant well, but their methods might not be the best for this one, and he wasn’t emotionally ready for any inevitable lectures about handling dubious artifacts. In the end he could only think of one option, and after the sun rose he called for Sir Carlos to meet him at the treasury.
Still pecking seeds from his feathered hand after missing breakfast so early, the knight dutifully met him there. Sausage waited until they were inside with the door closed to begin explaining. “I know you’ve noticed my, ah, sleep problem lately, and you remember how at the masquerade there was that threat from Queen Lizzie?”
“Haven’t forgotten, Sire. We still have an extra patrol.”
“Well, you see, about that night, the reason why I ended up dancing with Scott is, well… I’ve kind of gotten possessed again.”
Sir Carlos clucked in exasperation. “Not another demon!”
“Well, technically yes but this one was not evil, it’s more just kind of lovelorn?”
“Was..?”
“I think it’s like a trapped spirit – the spirit of The Wither of Mythland. Trapped in here.” Sausage went over to the case holding the pendant and medallion. “It’s been in here the whole time, and when I wore it to the masquerade it took me over. It has some connection to this artifact from Rivendell, and when Scott was wearing it, it triggered them both. The Wither is...in love with this apparent elven angel? So we ended up dancing for a while, and then, um, we went off and kissed.”
His face flushed in embarrassment at Sir Carlos’ judgmental head tilt so he hastily added, “N-No one saw us, or else we probably would be at war, but anyway Scott gave me the medallion thinking that if the two relics were together it would make the spirits happy, but, uh, that doesn’t seem to be enough anymore. I think I’m having The Wither’s nightmares.” He took the medallion by the chain, careful not to touch the star yet. “Would you, um, be willing to wear this and see if The Angel will talk through you so we can try to sort this out?” He leaned over and presented the medallion.
Sir Carlos clucked quietly, then took it from him. “Very well, Sire. Just don’t get too carried away if you get the urge to kiss me.” He put the chain over his head and tried to arrange it between his wings so it wouldn’t slip completely off of him, the medallion almost touching the floor anyway because it was never designed to be worn by someone of his stature.
Nothing happened. Sir Carlos tilted his head a few times, looking into the amber and studying the feather. “Well, that doesn’t belong to any of my brethren, anyway.”
Sausage picked up the Nether star and felt a surge of loneliness, but when he looked down at the medallion there was no sense of the possession taking hold. He waited, and Sir Carlos blinked up at him, but there was nothing more. Sausage closed his fingers over the star. “It…It has to be Scott. I don’t have a choice…”
He took the medallion back and placed both relics in his pocket. He sent Sir Carlos to ready a carriage, thinking it best to have a backup plan of somewhere private to hide in case things turned romantic again. He would also need some way to signal Scott about the matter, without outright showing the star or medallion, because that could potentially trigger possession on sight. He decided on taking his wither mask with him for that purpose, and tucked it away under his travel cloak.
During the entire ride to Rivendell Sausage debated the wisdom of this option, and wondered if he should have at least investigated the Nether first. He only had half of the puzzle, however, and if Scott could commune with The Angel, maybe that would at least pinpoint a location. Still, he almost called for Sir Carlos to turn back halfway there. Maybe he should have sent a message ahead of him, but what could he have written in it, and risk it being seen by other eyes?
No, instead he joined the line at the meeting hall where Scott was holding court and let any other supplicants go ahead of him so he would be the last one, hiding the worry on his face with the hood of his cloak as best he could.
Scott, meanwhile, was too busy with his discussions to take note of everyone who was waiting. It wasn’t until the herald announced, “Lord Sausage of Mythland!” that his head snapped up, already casting a questioning look at the man for just showing up at his court at random. But then, after bowing, Sausage quickly pulled aside his cloak to flash the wither mask, and made a concerned wince before hiding it away again.
Scott stood and stepped down from his throne, waving a signal to a nearby attendant. “I’ll take this one in the war room.” Two guards fell in to either side of Sausage, and Scott gestured for them to follow. Nervous and regretting the decision to come, Sausage kept his head down, glancing at the guards once or twice on the way down a hallway. Scott told them to wait outside, however, assuring them that he could handle things alone.
The war room was typical of its kind, housing a table, several chairs, two benches against the far wall, and a large map hanging between two suits of fine elven armor. Scott bid Sausage to enter first and closed the door behind them. “What’s this about, then?”
Sausage took the star and medallion out of his pocket and placed them on the table in answer.
Scott frowned. “Why did you bring those here?”
“Something has changed. Keeping them together doesn’t seem to be working anymore. I’ve…been having The Wither’s dreams.” Sausage winced again. “I tried to ignore it but it’s not helping. I think it might have something to do with the Nether but I’ve only got one point of view to go on. I…need help figuring it out. I had Sir Carlos wear the necklace to see if The Angel would talk through him but it didn’t work. I think it has to be you.”
Scott looked down at the medallion with reluctance. “I’m not sure I want a repeat of that night… Queen Lizzie already gave me enough of an earful over just the dancing part. And I…” He covered his mouth for a moment to show regret for the kissing – even if no one else knew about it.
Sausage glanced aside. “I know that didn’t really mean anything between us, it was just them. But I can’t keep dealing with this alone. I don’t know what the dreams are trying to tell me, and they aren’t going to stop. That is something I definitely have experience with. Please, I need your help.”
Scott regarded the medallion again, thinking back to the night of the masquerade and the sadness that hadn’t quite been all his own. “Fine. But wait here a moment.” He left the room, closing the door again, and Sausage did as told, rocking back and forth on his feet with anxiety, wondering what the elf had gone out for.
Scott returned with a scroll, an ink bottle, two quills, and a box propped under them. The latter he placed next to the relics, and the others he put aside on a chair, out of the way. “Let everyone think we’re writing out a treaty,” he explained, then opened the box. Inside was the mask and circlet from his costume. “It’s just as well you brought yours. I think they were likely seeing each other because of these.” He lifted out the mask, careful of the feathers, then glanced at Sausage with a frown. “I probably can’t count on you to stay yourself, can I?”
“Probably not, no,” Sausage admitted.
“I’ll try to do the talking, then. Describe the dreams to me so I know what to ask.”
Sausage recounted as much detail as he could but he still thought it might be too vague, unable to precisely express the way the dreams had felt. He then turned away until Scott picked up the medallion, giving him time to put it and his mask on, before taking out his own mask and slipping it on, then cautiously reached for the Nether star and clipped it onto his doublet.
He turned back, looking first at the feathers on Scott’s mask, then dropping his gaze to the medallion. A glow appeared within the star. The worry lines faded from Sausage’s face and a soft smile replaced them. “Hello, Angel. May I have this dance?” He bowed then held out his hand.
Scott made a concerted effort to only look at Sausage’s mask as he accepted the hand, and as if remembering the exact music from that night they began a slow waltz. He received a tiny sense of happiness from the medallion but otherwise his mind felt clear. He decided it best to get straight to the questions before that changed. “Tell me about your dreams, Wither. Where are you?”
“I walk the plane of souls, Angel. Forever trying to appease the hunger that demands more be added to it. I don’t know why that is my duty…” Sausage frowned. “And it feels like a curse.”
“What is the golden light?”
“A goal I cannot reach. It feels like… redemption. But it’s always so far away, and I always have to give in to the hunger.”
An immense wave of sympathy flooded through Scott. He placed his hands on Sausage’s shoulders in an attempt to keep his eyes high, away from the star. Sausage moved both hands to Scott’s waist. A shining look of hope appeared in his eyes. “The light is you, and now I’ve found you again. I don’t have to stay in the shadows…”
The medallion abruptly grew warm, once again easily felt through his shirt. Despite his efforts, Scott’s gaze fell to the Nether star, and one hand slipped down to touch it, and then he was embracing Sausage…and then kissing him.
All he could glean from the rush that followed was that along with the sympathy was a strong mix of love and grief. The next thing he knew, he and Sausage were seated on one of the benches, the Mythlandian asleep in his arms with a peaceful look to his face under his half-mask, finally able to sleep without a nightmare.
A little concerned for how much time might have passed, Scott woke him. “Sausage, are you back with me?”
“Hmm? Scott… Oh. How did it go?” Sausage sat up, removing his mask to rub at one eye.
“The Wither mentioned ‘the plane of souls’. I don’t think it means the actual Nether, or at least not in a literal sense. That night, you mentioned it was a sort of ferryman of the dead. It doesn’t seem content with that role. Is there more to the mythos?”
“I can’t remember offhand, just that it’s one of the interpretations. I could look it up when I get home. Was there anything else?”
“The light it sees is apparently The Angel – but bringing that up triggered the medallion and I don’t know if anything was said after that. The Angel gives The Wither hope, but something is sad about it all. I think we should both do some research to try to find out why before this happens again.” He stood and took off his mask to put it back in the box, then removed the medallion and held it out. “Keep them together, though. Just in case.”
Sausage nodded and put both relics in his pocket before tucking his mask away. On impulse, he opened the bottle of ink and picked up one of the quills, dipping the tip in and then flicking some ink onto his hand. “To keep up appearances,” he explained. He then bowed. “If, ah, anything happens again, I’ll send a message ahead of time.”
“Excellent idea.” Scott saw him to the door. The guards still waited outside, looking unperturbed, and he had them escort Sausage out while the Mythlandian made a show of rubbing at the ink on his hand. Scott then went back to the table and used the second quill to start a draft of a treaty, his mind soon wandering toward how much research he could even do when he already knew information on Aeor’s Angel was limited.
~*~
Three more times they met over the coming months, under the guise of peace negotiations. Scott attempted to determine the timing of Sausage’s nightmares, whether tied to the phases of the moon or a celestial alignment, but there was no consistency that he could find, nor had he had any luck in either the library or the hidden cache of Rivendell lore. Sausage fared a little better, indeed finding stories of a wither who visited those on their death bed and who roamed a battle field when the fighting was coming to an end, reaping the souls of all who had fallen. He didn’t find anything mentioning a link to Aeor’s Angel, however.
Their meetings played out the same way each time. A greeting, a dance, a few mild comments to each other, then an eventual embrace and kissing until they were breathless. One would be holding the other when they came back to themselves, a growing sense of protectiveness becoming clear over time.
Sausage would bow respectfully and take his leave, flying back to Mythland with no more words between them until the next message was sent. Whatever The Wither wanted, this measure was enough to satisfy it. But Scott still wanted to know why.
At last he decided to be direct, and also take precautions to try to limit The Angel exerting influence over him. He couldn’t do anything to the medallion itself lest The Wither notice, but right before Sausage arrived for another meeting, he soaked his shirt in water then used his ice powers to coat his chest in frost, then put on his shirt and froze it, as well, intending to have some kind of barrier, but also hoping it didn’t trigger something else if The Wither noticed the cold aura. It would have to do for now, though.
Performance scroll, ink, and quills already laid out on the table, Scott led Sausage and the guards to the war room and the two went inside. Artifacts and masks were donned, the customary greeting was exchanged, and as they began to waltz Scott focused on keeping his thoughts in line. You’ll have your turn, Angel, but give me more time.
“Why are you haunting me, Wither?”
Sausage smiled, the enraptured look within his eyes still never his own. “I wanted to see you again, Angel.”
“Yes, but why now? Haven’t we had eternity, up to this point?”
“I sensed you were near. Even after I was sealed away, I knew our bond stayed true.”
Well, that was something new, at least. “Sealed away? So you know you inhabit a relic?”
“Yes.”
“So, again, why now, why this man? Surely someone else had worn the star before, or it wouldn’t have been made into a piece of jewelry.”
Sausage frowned. “You were never near. I couldn’t sense you.”
“I had been locked away and forgotten,” Scott offered, remembering how he had come across the medallion.
“They…probably did that for your safety.” Sausage lowered his gaze to the floor but continued to dance.
“Safety from what?”
The Wither didn’t answer. There was a pained look under Sausage’s mask. Scott’s heart fluttered as The Angel’s feelings of sympathy surged, but the frost layer held up against the medallion’s warmth. He lightly touched Sausage’s chin to raise his head to get him to meet his gaze. “You know more. Please tell me. I don’t remember.”
“It’s better that you don’t,” Sausage said quietly, a glint of tears now coming to his eyes.
“I need to know. It’s important. Please.”
Sausage halted, seeming to mentally withdraw for a moment before clasping Scott’s hand. “You were dying, Angel. I couldn’t do anything to stop it…” He abruptly let go of his hand. His voice broke as he softly added,” My touch brings only death. Y-You’re so cold, Angel… I’m sorry.”
Another flood of sympathy – backed by a sudden burst of fear – tore through Scott’s heart. The medallion melted away his armor of frost. He cupped Sausage’s face between his hands and offered a reassuring kiss, then Scott’s mind tumbled away as they embraced once more.
.
The sound of the door slamming open sometime later drew him back, and his stomach twisted as he heard the voice of the Codfather angrily exclaim, “What is this?!”
Caught tangled in Sausage’s arms, Scott peered past Jimmy at the flustered chamberlain and guards who had been trying to stop him, and who now looked just as shocked – but had the good grace to lower their gazes and back away. Scott pushed away from Sausage and raised beseeching hands. “Jimmy, just let me explain—"
“Explain what? What’s there to explain?! You two lied to me! ‘Peace talks’ for months, I come to see how it’s going, and I find this?! You lied about the ball, too, didn’t you? You said the dance was just a courtesy! I say it doesn’t look like it now!”
“Jimmy, it’s not—”
“No! Don’t try to make excuses, or try to play it off! With-With him, of all people?!” Jimmy’s eyes teared up. “How could you do this to me? Have I really meant nothing to you, this whole time??”
Sausage was glancing back and forth between them, confused and uncertain. “Angel, who is..?”
“’Angel’?!” Jimmy echoed. Infuriated, he grabbed Scott’s mask and pulled it off, throwing it down before reaching for the medallion, the only other obvious piece of that night’s costume. “What are you two playing at?!” He shook the chain – for as far as it could reach, anyway – ready to rip it off of Scott if he had to. “You better tell me what really happened that night!”
The nether star suddenly flared, and Sausage jumped between them, shoving Jimmy then standing in front of Scott, arms out as if to shield him. “Don’t you DARE hurt him!!”
Even without the mask, The Wither was still seeing him as The Angel.
Jimmy scoffed as he recovered from the shove. “I’m not— I’d never hurt Scott. You on the other hand-!” He charged at Sausage from the side, knocking him away from the elf and then making a move to punch him.
Sausage raised his arms in front of his face to protect himself, but looked up over them to mouth the word Run! to Scott, his expression full of terror. Scott didn’t know what Sausage was perceiving Jimmy as; it might have been some other monster for all he knew.
“Jimmy!” Scott tried to yell, “Stop! You have to listen! He’s not himself right now! And neither was I! There’s—”
But the Codfather wasn’t listening, his first hit knocking Sausage’s mask off with another to follow, taking out his confusion and anger on the equally confused Mythlandian, who made no effort to fight back. Scott clenched his fists and called up his ice powers. The medallion seemed to burn in opposition, maybe thinking it was going to be thwarted again, but he released a freezing bolt anyway; he knew Jimmy would be immune to it because of his codish blood, but he hoped it would distract him long enough to try to calm things down.
However, Jimmy abruptly sidestepped and the bolt hit Sausage dead on.
Time itself seemed to slow. Scott’s eyes went wide. Sausage uttered a pained gasp, clutching at his chest. Jimmy drew back, throwing a shocked glance at Scott. A white streak appeared on the left side of Sausage’s hair, reminding Scott of the time he had accidentally frozen Gem. Clarity came to Sausage’s eyes, The Wither influence fading – and he looked afraid in his own right. He tore the Nether star from his doublet and fled the room. Scott watched it slide across the floor – and time snapped back to normal. He hastily grabbed up the star before anything else could happen.
Jimmy stood with a grim frown, watching Scott check the pendant for damage. “All right, then. Explain yourself.”
Making sure to keep a tight hold on the star in case Jimmy got it into his head to snatch it, Scott held it up with one hand and lifted his medallion with the other. He launched straight into the explanation, not pausing for Jimmy to get a word in. “He and I had both gotten possessed that night. I’ve got a little more control over myself than he does, but I’ve had to let go to try to find out why it’s happening. These two…entities are in love, and they’re using us to reconcile whatever befell them. I don’t have much history to go off of because some Rivendell lore seems to have been purposely removed. Sausage and I thought we had solved it when I gave him this at the masquerade to keep them together, but he began having nightmares, and we had to figure out what was going on. It only works on us. He did try other options — but it has to be me. Jimmy… I’m sorry. With the whole Xornoth possession in the past, I thought it better to deal with it between just Sausage and I. I…should have told you.”
“And you’re sure you’re not being possessed by a demon this time?” the Codfather asked warily.
“No. Mine is an angel. The Angel of Aeor, stricken from the records for some reason. I only know of it because my mother was a scholar and had access to even more lorebooks than are in the hidden library. But even those are gone, lost since her time. It hasn’t been enough to give me the full picture.”
“So how does kissing Sausage help with that?”
Scott grimaced at his harsh tone. “It’s just… part of the pattern. They want to dance, they want to talk, and then… they want to hold each other.”
“Well, you’ve got them both now.” Jimmy eyed the pendant. “Why don’t you let me try that on, then you can kiss who you’re promised to.”
“It’s not going to work. You’re not a Mythland heir.”
Jimmy fell quiet, still regarding the star. Then he said, “Why not just destroy them? No contact point, no way of causing possession, boom, done. The mystery can go unsolved.”
Scott closed his fist around the medallion. He felt it burning against his palm and an anger rose within him, but he kept his exterior calm – or at least he thought he did. “I think that could potentially cause a bigger problem. His is a wither, I don’t think you want that running around unchecked, especially if it is now angry at the person who suggested such a thing.” He couldn’t stop from glaring, and Jimmy took a step back.
“All-All right, mister Angel, sir, I’m sorry I mentioned it.” Jimmy swallowed nervously, now questioning how much of the real Scott he had been talking to.
But the elf then sighed and clipped the Nether star onto the chain with the medallion. He didn’t feel any sense of relief or joy or anything with the two relics resting against each other. Just a lingering resentment from The Angel that anyone would try to threaten either of them.
~*~
One panicked flight later Sausage was home and running to Mythland Castle, ducking his head and hoping none of the townsfolk caught sight of him. He almost made it to his chambers but Sir Carlos was in the very hallway he was passing through, and his beady eyes immediately went to the streak of white. “Did… ‘negotiations’ fail, Sire?”
Sausage stopped in his tracks and bowed his head. He couldn’t hide anything from the loyal knight. “Things went wrong. The Codfather caught us—”
“Oh, Sire, no.”
“Yes. I’m hazy on the whole scuffle because The Wither was in charge, but Scott was trying to stop Jimmy from lashing out at me and this happened instead. I don’t – I don’t blame Scott. But… But I’m very cold, and I just want to rest.”
“Where is the star?”
“I left it with Scott. Maybe it’s better that way.” He uttered a noise of discomfort and rubbed at his chest.
“I’ll have the cook make soup. And maybe fetch a healer. You… You don’t look well.”
“I’m cold,” Sausage repeated, and staggered past him to the door. “I – I should be all right. Just… need to warm up.”
“Sire.” Sir Carlos bowed and hurried away to the new tasks at hand.
Once inside his room, Sausage took out a heavy winter robe and wrapped it around himself, then risked a look into a mirror. The white streak stood out plain as day through his brown hair. He brushed at it, not entirely sure what to do other than hide it under his crown the next time he went out. For now, though, he retrieved some extra blankets from a storage chest and arranged them on the bed before crawling under them. He was uncertain of what to do about the new ache in his heart left by whatever it was The Wither had been afraid to tell The Angel.
[ Chapter Two ]
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𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 3
Masterlist // part one // part two
Sapnap x reader !p !child reader
Pronouns used: none specified!
Warnings: swearing, death, betrayal
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Being sapnaps child will include..
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𝐏𝗼𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐥
Apparently the castle got attacked
George was killed by the one and only technoblade
You haven’t personally met the man but you respected him
After all he is a legend
But he killed George
So you were dragged with sapnap when he got pinged on his coms
Dream and George were arguing on the prime path
The sight somewhat terrified you
They were supposed to be best friends?
Dream is the strongest person on the server
George was supposed to be the most unproblematic and protected person
For some reason Quackity was also there
Hiding in the corner of Tommy’s house
“You don’t give a shit about us”
Those words brought some hurt to you as they left sapnaps mouth
“Of course I care about you! I just want to keep him safe.”
The three most important men in your life
The dream team, and ultimate trio the friendship that could never crack! The ones who raised you to be who you are
They were falling apart
“George is no longer king!”
Quackity was just eating all of the drama
Damn duck
“I’ve done so much for you, I hope you don’t forget.”
“Like what?” “I helped you raise a child Sap, a damn child.”
That pissed the both of you off
As if you didn’t just recently spend a whole day with him
None the less your whole life
Being drawn into wars, multiple actually
Practically being drawn to death
“Don’t you bring them into this Dream.”
“Eret is now king again, he can actually rule this place.”
“I was the best king this server ever had!”
So there it happened
The crown was snatched off of George’s head and you were dragged along with it
“Don’t worry, we can start our own place!”
“El rapids it is”
𝐄𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐬
You were 100% skeptical about all of this
You didn’t trust that this would be good
I mean how could you
Everything that someone starts on the server
Dies, explodes, nukes, or straight up fails
So instead you went down to Lmanburg for the day!
You went to Nikkis bakery to get something to eat
She was glad to give you a couple snacks for the road
So while you were walking around the new area you spotted dream
“Where you heading off to?”
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
You both eyed each other weirdly
“Aren’t you supposed to hate me?”
You just laughed
Ofcourse you were upset
But you were also bored
“And?” “Come on let’s go see tommy”
So you agreed and carelessly followed the green man
You missed Tommy, after not having seen him for a bit
Fucking hell you needed friends
But when you got there
“Why the fuck is everything gone!”
You ran around the now blown up area
The tents were destroyed and signs were thrown around
Then you noticed the large pillar
You instantly ran to dream, begging him to give you a pearl
He was upset himself he lost his leech
So you threw the pearl up thankfully landing on the pillar
Looking around to see if there was any way he could’ve survived
But you accidentally tripped
And lost your first life
𝐘/𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝗼𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝗼𝗼 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 ♡︎♥︎♥︎
𝐏𝐫𝗼𝐩𝗼𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐬
You woke up screaming in your bed
The three lines on your wrist now faded into two
Sapnap came rushing in holding you lose to him
You tried not to but you cried a little
This was your first time loosing a life..
And you didn’t even mean too!
“Your never fucking leaving me again.”
Karl came in with Quackity following after
Karl just like snatched you away from sapnap and just held you
That man was ready to go back in time and reverse that from ever happening
Trust me he will if you ever loose another life
So after that everyone kept a close eye on you
That was until one day you were with your dad
You both were at your old house just chilling around
Before he handed you two velvet boxes
You were in awe of the two rings that sat in them
Who the fuck paid for these??
“I’m going to purpose.”
You almost dropped the boxes
“What?”
Sapnap just kept smiling
“You really like em huh” “Yeah flame, I love them.”
So you just hugged him
Internally freaking the fuck out
What would this mean???
Three dads? What if they wanted another child! Oh hell no
So you all stood in el rapids
Candles were spread around the top of the grassy hill
There were flowers blooming from every direction and lanterns set afloat
It looked mystical
You watched as sapnap got down on one knee
Karl was in shock, tears streaming down his eyes
Quackity looked love struck, looking into sapnaps eyes with total adoration
So when they said yes your dad called you and the other two just hugged you
“I’m guessing they said yes” you laughed
“Yeah they did!”
You couldn’t help but be happy
Your dad finally found some happiness
Even tho life was going to shit
If you won’t be there
He’ll have them
𝐋𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝗺
Oh wait shit did someone spot tommy?
There was supposed to be a festival today
So you went to go check it out
Maybe throw a ball at the furry
“Go fetch!” You shouted at fundy
Yeah he was not happy and just threw you the finger
“Hey N/n is Dream coming?”
You were excited that Tubbo was actually talking to you again
“Huh? Oh yeah I think” “Great thanks”
And back to the disappointment
So you walked over to get a pretzel or some shit
And then heard everyone making a commotion
There he was, Dream walking in (angry) with full netherite armor
Damn dude respect some tradition
“Tommy blew up the fucking community house”
Did someone say tommy?
Oh you were ready to kill that bastard
Hell if Dream didn’t you most definitely will
So you followed everyone to the community house
Yeah you were ready to fucking cry
One of your homes, the place you’d always confide in since you were little
Where dream and George both helped raise you
Now blown to shreds
“What the fuck”
They were talking about Tubbo giving up the discs
Oh we are not going through that shit all over again
And this time the odds are most definitely not in your favor
Then tommy appeared half invisible
“YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD I THOUGHT YOU DIED YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT”
You litterly stabbed him, having to be held back by Quackity
“Alright hot shot, lets let them have their argument”
Tommy sent you an apologetic look already on the verge of tears
“Tubbo your not seriously considering this”
Then it hit everyone
“The discs were worth more then you ever were!”
Oh yeah we’re you already pissed off at tommy?
Yeah
And he just made it worse
“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO TUBBO YOU SHIT HEAD”
Yeah you didn’t take pretending to be dead very lightly
Oh shit why was techno there
never mind, Lmanburg will be gone by tomorrow
No point killing tommy yet
Whos side were you on?
Neither. You litterly went into that battle feild and killed some shit
That was until multiple pieces of tnt landed ontop of your head
And that’s where you lost your second life
Shit
𝐘/𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 ♡︎♡︎♥︎ ⚠︎︎ᴏɴᴇ ʟɪғᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴɪɴɢ
𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝗼𝐧
This time when you won’t up it didn’t feel as bad
But you still screamed
A rush of a heartburn and scars employed on your body
The second line now faded into one
Shit
You were only 16-17 and on one life??
Die young the better
You waited out in your bed until the end of the fight
Death alerts and messages drowning out your communicator
But you had no energy what so ever
Until it all went quiet
You tried your damn best to get out of bed and walked to the damaged Lmanburg
There were people crying
Others were severely hurt
Then there were those who were perfectly fine
The whole place was a crater
Lmanburg.. the place of agony and depths of your pain
Now it’s finally gone
What the hell are you gonna do now?
Quackity spotted you calling out for Sapnap
You felt like you were gonna be crushed under their hold
“I’m gonna fucking kill dream.” You heard Quackity mutter
Sapnap felt like a bad father
Who lets their kids die twice?
(Cough cough Wilbur and dream)
Then suddenly things switched around
You were walking around with a bloodied nose and black eyed Tommy
Yeah you did a number on him
But it’s okay since he was your best friend
And there was a sign inside his house
“Wednesday you and Tubbo. Bring no one or anything, lets settle this once and for all”
The final disc war
“Tommy you can’t go” “I’m going N/n, he has my discs.”
So you like cried a little bit lined up on the prime path
Giving the two probably the last hugs they’ll ever get
Prime you really didn’t want to loose them
So you ran straight to church prime
Litterly begging Master Oolong that they won’t die
“Please please please spare them. Pogchamp.”
(Please this is all jokes and old references don’t cancel me)
You got a blast message from punz on your comms with cords
“Come here. bring your best armor”
So you did so running to the nearest ender chest
If walking means saving tommy and Tubbo, it’s somewhat worth it
Sapnap made sure you didn’t leave his side as you traveled around the nether
even tho you could literally swim in the lava
So just to piss him off
You jumped in
The sigh of relief this man
Yeah he’s gotten a little more paranoid for you
But it’s okay since it’s in love
You looked around the weird black stone room
There were two giant photos of the discs
And everything was made out of the same material
No design what so ever
Tommy and Tubbo ran to you like you were gonna protect them
“Dream why” you asked as he was incased in the blocks
Down on his last life
Just like you
‘I’m sorry’ he mouthed to you
Why was he apologizing to you?
Hasn’t he hurt everyone here
You looked around the different items
Tracing the outline of the item frames
Gasping in shock as you a cage with your name on it next to badboyhalo
“Tell em what you told me! How you blew up the community house!”
Your neck spun around faster then an owl doing that 360 thing
You picked up your ace seriously read to slash his head off
“Wait wait! Lets put him in the prison.”
So they took him off
And it pained you to see it
You trusted that man for a very long time
Nothing stays the same on the Dream Smp
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TUMBLR WOULDNT LET ME WRITE MORE KMS. So yes I’m sorry but there will have to be a part FOUR. I just wanted to finish this-
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I’m surprised people think techno’s grief extends to pure violence. When it’s clear the news of his S/O death leaves him trembling on the floor, and letting out pained wails his first night alone. Leaving him delirious in denial as Philza has to keep watch to make sure he doesn’t kill himself trying to bring them back. And as the grief seeps in he is left to sleep through dreamless nights and live through thoughtless days. And at the end, acceptance isn’t voluntary, he’s too tired to do anything else. (Please write smth for this I can’t sleep this idea’s been eating at me for days)
I went a bit off script- I hope you still enjoy. :)
The Bolt
In-Game
Pairings: Technoblade x GN! Reader
Warnings: Death, Blood, Angst
Part 2
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Techno blocked the axe coming for his face with his shield as he chugged his last regeneration potion.
The last battle of L’Manberg was over and he needed to find (Y/N) and get home to safety. He gave a whistle that echoed across the battlefield before pushing Sapnap away from him. Booking it away, he went towards the meet-up spot Phil and (Y/N) had agreed with him.
“Phil, I want you to have the totem.” Techno held it out to his friend.
He saw Phil running from the wreckage the withers were causing as he could see the (H/C) head of hair weaving through the chaos. Techno lost his concentration as he stared at (Y/N), everything a dull roar as he smiled softly at their figure. Creating the scene of anarchy and chaos.
“Wait, I’m your damn fiancé, why don’t I get it?” (Y/N) gave a dramatic huff as they put a hand on their chest.
It was true, they both only had one life but…
“Because, you and I, we never die blood goddess,” Techno smirked.
“TECHNO!” They screamed.
He had missed seeing the crossbow aiming at him because he had been looking at (Y/N)…
He went to get his shield but he would be too slow…
Then there was a cracking as an ender pearl shattered in front of him and in a cloud of purple sparks appeared (Y/N), who gasped as they caught the crossbow bolt in the stomach.
“You’re such an idiot.” (Y/N) laughed. “Now! Let’s celebrate our freedom from the child by blowing up a nation!”
Techno laughed as he enjoyed the sparkle in their eyes at the thought of the anarchy.
“No, no, no!” Techno caught them as they fell, Jack quickly loading his crossbow again.
He needed to go.
Scooping them up, he bolted for where Phil was watching in wide-eyed shock. Phil managed to snap out of it though and covered Techno’s retreat as he tried to reassure (Y/N).
“It’s ok, we’re going to get you home, alright? Come on, you’re going to need to keep your eyes open for me beautiful.”
But (Y/N) winced before crying out as the crossbow bolt brought them pain. The voices were screaming in panic with them and Techno.
WE NEED TO GO FASTER! WE’RE OUT OF HEALTH POTIONS! WHY DID THEY TAKE THE BOLT! PHIL, HELP TECHNO! GO GO GO GO!
“I’m here mate!” Phil ran beside him now, taking off his jacket. “We got to keep pressure on it till we get to the potions. I sent a crow ahead to get one faster hopefully.”
Phil kept pace as pressed the jacket around the bleeding wound, (Y/N) letting out another scream. Techno wanted to scream himself as he ground his teeth together to keep himself together.
They had to cross the nether to get home!
They had so far to go!
That crow needed to get here yesterday!
“T-Techno.” (Y/N) sputtered.
“Quiet, keep your strength,” Techno demanded.
“I-I-I…” They muttered before their eyes blinked closed.
“We got to stop.” Phil panicked.
“We don’t have any potions!” Techno also panicked.
“We have to slow down the bleeding now!”
The pair stopped as Techno put (Y/N) down as Phil tried to work as fast as he could being the experienced healer. He tried to stem the bleeding as best he could, he couldn’t take the bolt out though and it had to have hit something important because there was too much damn blood!
Then a few minutes later…
(Y/N)’s chest stopping moving…
“No. No, no, no. Breath damn it!” Techno commanded, putting a hand on their shoulder.
“Techno…” Phil said quietly, tears in his eyes.
“Where’s your crow!?” Techno shouted. “We need a potion now!”
“…It’s not going to help Techno.”
“It has to! We—They’re not gone! They…they…”
Techno put his forehead on theirs as tears gathered in his eyes.
“Please…don’t leave me. I love you; I need you…”
But (Y/N) had fallen and lost their last life…
…
Techno had carried (Y/N) all the way home to the tundra and he held them for a while before he finally let himself bury them. Then…
He just sat there for hours, shaking.
In the freezing cold.
Next to the mound of dirt.
“Techno, mate. You got to come in.” Phil muttered as he came out as night was starting to fall.
“I don’t want to leave them,” Techno mumbled.
The voices were quiet whispers as they talked about all the things they loved about (Y/N) and Techno just sat listening to them, ignoring as Phil protested.
“They wouldn’t want you to die with them mate.” Phil finally broke through the voices.
Techno huffed, tears falling behind his mask. “And they didn’t want to die either.”
Phil sighed before just sitting next to his old friend.
“What are you doing?” Techno looked at him.
“You got to pass out eventually. Doubt all the adrenaline from the fight is helping.”
It really wasn’t. Techno felt bone tired and his body wanted nothing more than for him to sleep but he wanted nothing more to sit here with…(Y/N). He was covered in the blood of his lover and those he harmed today. Maybe it was all karma everything he had done…
It took another hour but finally, Techno’s body took control and he was out. Phil let out a long sigh before dragging the man into his own home. It was going to be a hard time for a while…
…
Phil thought Techno would be the same as the first night, that the other man would become unresponsive. His assumptions had been false though. In fact, it was worse.
Techno didn’t eat or sleep properly, which Phil had expected, but what he didn’t expect was for Techno to practically go insane as he poured over hundreds of lore books, trying to figure out how to bring (Y/N) back.
“Techno, mate, you need to take a break from this.”
“No, I will get them back. If I can just figure this out…I can do it.”
“You can’t do it if you die too!”
Phil went around these circles for hours, Techno sometimes striking low saying if he can figure it out, he could bring Wilbur back as well. Techno went full force into his work, the voices only encouraging his behavior as they threw out ideas to research. He had never listened to his voices more than now.
Techno had been so invested in his work, he didn’t notice when Phil gave Ranboo to build on the land, mostly because Phil gave him one rule, leave Techno be. Phil knew Techno the best and was trying his damn best to knock Techno back.
The blood god was pouring over notes for a hopeful experiment when Phil came in, food in hand as always.
“It’s late Techno, eat and go to bed,” Phil told him.
“After I’m done,” Techno muttered.
“Techno.”
“After. I’m done. Phil.” Techno gave him a dark glare before going back to his notes.
Phil sighed, putting the food down on the table. “Tommy locked Dream in prison.”
Techno frowned. That made him glance at Phil.
“Why?”
“Something about his discs as usual.” Phil crossed his arms, shrugging. “We got a notice on the radios that Dream lost two lives to Tommy.”
“Huh,” Techno mumbled, looking at his work again. “Kid should have finished him…”
Techno scribbled out a sentence. That wouldn’t make sense.
“Probably, I don’t know why he didn’t. Ranboo might know though.” Phil smirked to himself, his tactic working a bit well in his favor.
Techno’s interest was at least separating a bit from his research.
“Who?” Techno pulled over one of his sheets.
“The kid living outside the house.”
“Heh?” Techno looked up fully at that.
“He’s been here for weeks Techno; you’ve just been so caught up you haven’t noticed.” Phil pointed out now. “You need a break mate. You’re going…you’re going to kill yourself doing this.”
Techno looked at the papers in his hand.
“Techno, you need to fight another day. Come on.” (Y/N) tried to coax him away from preparing potions. “I’m tired.”
He clenched the papers as the voices were scattered, none of them focused on one thing right now.
“…Fine. I’ll at least talk to the kid.” Techno grumbled, getting up.
“Take the food.” Phil grinned.
Techno rolled his eyes, taking the bread but nothing else. He ate it as he left the house, his eyes not daring to travel to the beautiful flowers around the mound of dirt. Indeed, on his land, was a little house in the side of the hill. Huffing, he went over as the voices were skeptical, remembering one boy named Ranboo from L’Manberg and visiting Tommy.
“I can’t believe the little brat!” (Y/N) screamed as they paced around the house. “We gave him shelter! I should him love! AND HE BETRAYS US!”
Techno closed his eyes, his body shaking before trying to distract himself by knocking on the door.
“Phil?” A voice called from the other side before they opened the door.
The tall boy shrank seeing Technoblade at his door.
“Uhhhhh…hi,” Ranboo muttered, looking anywhere but the pig masked man.
Techno didn’t care really for pleasantries right now, so might as well get straight to the point.
“Hi, heard you might know why they locked Dream away rather than just kill him,” Techno grunted.
He hated the fact that Dream also had a favor over him. Would have been nicer for him if they had killed the smiley masked man.
“Oh yeah…I was there…hang on,” Ranboo muttered, taking a book off his belt and flipping through. “He uh…Dream said he had a book that could bring back the dead.”
Every. Single. Voice. Went silent.
As Techno stared at the tall hybrid, who shifted nervously at the stare.
“He did now?” Techno muttered.
“Y-Yeah. He said he could bring Wilbur back for Tommy.”
Techno didn’t care about the rest as his cape fluttered behind him as he took a determined march to the house to grab his things. If Dream wanted to cash in that favor, he owed him one more thing…
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Got some sleep, so now I'm on the Manifold grind!
Stream starting with Jack spending his birthday alone, drinking in his empty hotel is... quite depressing man...
"I don't think I left this room in 80 days" damn, welcome to the world of depression man...
He's wearing the L'Manburg uniform as well. Haven't seen that since Tommy's death
He's gonna tour the smp
He also keeps having "momentary blindness" (the screen going black) and I'm pretty sure he decided it's canon
Jack and Shroud one interaction my beloved <3 ("We're the only one on the server, guess that means we gotta become friends" yes, yes you do)
"It's been quiet without him, you know, Tommy. It's been really quiet. I'll be honest I've actually- there's been very little to do with him gone" man... it really does makes you realize how much Jack was reliant on his semblance of a connection to Tommy (the whole "muse" thing Wilbur mentioned in his own stream seems to apply quite a bit for Jack)
Ooooh, he's talking about the heist that he, Quackity, Tommy, and Tubbo did! Man... remember the cartel? Good old days...
Jack just discovered the remanents of the beetroot cult
And now he's going to the museum. Glad that that museum is getting the attention it deserves
Mood immediately going down upon entering the final control room as it usually is. Though Jack wasn't actually there for that but, you know, he joined just one day after
"I miss that part, I miss L'Manburg. This was a lot easier when we all were friends. And, I mean Dream- I mean, there were enemies, sure, but, I don't know, we fought them together. Everyone feels so distant now" I wish c!Phil heard this when talking about his bs on how people are better off now that L'Manburg is gone...
"This [Manifoldland] was my cut of- cut of the woods. And it was untouched as well until I-" o7
And now he's going over where Tommy was exiled through the Nether, trying to find the point where he was killed
*staring into lava* "I don't think I wanna visit this place. I don't think I wanna look at this one. I think I wanna go back. This isn't really where I wanna be" Jack your trauma is showing
"Since when was Tubbo's house back? Didn't Tommy burn that down? I think? It's what Tubbo told me" One of the times for sure, but wasn't it destroyed the final time by Dream? Do I remember that wrong?
"Let's go to Fundy's place. I have not seen him in FOR-EVER. I don't even know what he did. I don't even remember what he did after L'Manburg" In all fairness, Fundy also probably doesn't remember...
Oh yeah, I forgot that Jack was the one who built Fundy's tower. And now it's blown up... man...
"I don't know if you could tell, but I've been pretty purposeless for the past 80 days"
"I just wish that someone would have logged on" See, that's why I say that it would honestly be beneficial for Jack more than anyone if he and Tommy mended their relationship. He just really desperately needs a friend...
"Everything I care about on this server gets blown up or destroyed or taken advantage of or... or they- it betrays me"
"I know Niki became an anarchist or whatever- at least she's happy. At least she's happy" My rocket duo crumbs for the month...
Also, Jack noticing that Quackity's business offer fell through, though, to be fair, Las Nevadas is also without customers and still unfinished
"I've never done anything for me. Anything at all" That's sort of a stretch of course. I mean, he wasn't trying to kill Tommy for someone else. He didn't take over the Hotel for someone else. But I get why it feels that way to him...
And his new objective is to create a place for himself, that caters solely to himself and where he's the only inhabitant, which will not end well for him because clearly isolation has not worked this far either
"No one came looking for me"
Final thoughts under the cut
I genuinely enjoyed the stream. It feels like he brought up quite a few of the stagnation problems there have been with the server lately and he integrated them well in his own storyline. I do hope that this is gonna go somewhere though. Maybe get integrated with the sort of bigger storyline we got going on? The one revolving around Las Nevadas and Quackity in particular at some point. Because it feels like season 3 so far has just been a bunch of loose threads that never gave us any kind of payoff.
#dream smp#jack manifold#jack manifold stream recap#long post#is there anyone that doesn't need therapy on this server?
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Under the Floorboards Pt. V
(Technoblade X Reader): Pt. I, Pt. II, Pt. III, Pt. IIII, Pt. V, Pt. VI
Alright so maybe you spoke too soon; the four of you were going to do great things, minus Tommy. Technoblade had finally agreed to let you join Tommy and him on an adventure into L’manberg. The plan was to crash their festival, and ultimately attempt to get Tommy’s discs back from Dream and Tubbo. You expected your first adventure into the country to be fun, if anything you’d get to steal some shit, what you didn’t expect was to be thrown in the middle of a public dispute.
Clearly, you underestimated what ‘getting the discs back’ actually entailed.
You and Technoblade were back to back swords drawn, surrounded by about thirty people in the ruin of what was once deemed a community house. Technoblade never would’ve agreed to let you come if he thought the confrontation with Dream was going to be this serious, he assumed they’d watch from afar. If things got to dicey Tommy and him would rush in and he’d have you stay behind to watch from afar. If only he could’ve predicted someone blowing up a random building would cause such turmoil.
Nothing could ever come up Technoblade.
“Yah know when you first invited me out to partake in a festival for some reason I didn’t expect to be attacked by like thirty people.” You chirped a hesitant smile on your face as Technoblade made a confused sound.
“You definitely should’ve expected it,” Technoblade grumbled, barely taking his eyes off of Tommy and Tubbo’s argument. You watched Techno’s back but you couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the boys conversation as well. As much as your heart broke for the two war-torn children, you had your alliance first and foremost with your boyfriend. You also couldn’t help but feel this conversation should be happening privately but here they were airing things out seemingly for the first time in front of everybody. Speaking of your boyfriend, your attention was drawn back to him as he caught Tommy’s attention, “be very careful what your decision is here Tommy.”
You narrowed your eyes and took a step in front of Technoblade, he made his classic ‘heh’ sound as you did so. You felt his hand grip your forearm and tighten trying to hold you back in case you wanted to do something stupid.
“Tommy, come home with us.” You held out your hand to him, the one Technoblade didn’t have a hold of obviously. “Phil’s waiting for us, we’ll get your discs back together as we planned.” The smile on your face could part the cloudiest of days and it broke Tommy’s heart, she had given him something that he hadn’t had since the war with Dream began.
A home.
“(Y/N),” That’s the first time he used your name, the first time you weren’t just Ms Blade. It broke your heart and you whimpered a little bit, “thank you for everything you’ve done for me. But I can’t go back with you and Technoblade. I don’t like what I’ve become, this isn’t me. I’m sorry. I hope one day we can be friends again. Tubbo give Dream my disc.” You leaned back into Technoblade in disbelief, Tommy had just betrayed Technoblade right before your very eyes. The man who gave Tommy the clothes on his back and a place to stay when no one else would. Weapons to help him fight against Dream when everyone else abandoned him, even though they all treated Technoblade as a weapon he still went out of his way to help Tommy. Your hands clenched into fists at your side as Dream let out a roaring laugh collecting the disc from Tubbo. He called the two children stupid right to their face and no matter how angry you were with them that was harsh, it’s like everyone in this country forgets that they are children. Children fuck up, it’s how they learn and it’s in their nature why does no one here understand that. You looked up at Techno your eyebrows furrowed and you pressed your lips tight but he didn’t take his eyes off Dream, he had different priorities in mind.
Protecting you from the Dreamon if anything went south.
Dream continued to mock and criticize the people of L’manberg before turning to you and Technoblade. The mask he wore may hide his facial expressions, but it couldn’t mask the unadulterated glee in his voice. Technoblade pulled you behind him as Dream stepped closer to the both of you, you felt a growl rumble in Technoblade’s chest,
“That’s close enough.”
“Down boy.” Dream mused, holding up his hands to show faux innocence. “I have no issues with the both of you. Tomorrow, with your help, Technoblade and woman.”
“(Y/N).”
“Don’t tell him your name.” Technoblade gaped at you and you only could huff in frustration,
“Better than just being called woman! Plus Tommy already said it.”
With an eye-roll Dream continued his speech, “With the help of Technoblade and (Y/N) L’manberg is going to be a crater. We’re blowing it sky-high.” Dream turned over to face Tubbo once again, “I had to pretend to be friends with you, to get the dumb disk back! I don't care about you. I'm not your friend. Okay? I cared about getting the disk back, and I got the disk back. I got it back. And that's-that's- that's the only thing that really matters. You can't even run your nation right. RANBOO IS A TRAITOR. ONE OF YOUR MOST TRUSTED FRIENDS.”
Your eyes widened as you spotted another child looking horrified, it was the half enderman from the butcher gang. You’re adopting him next.
“NO, IT IS TRUE. READ THIS BOOK. READ THIS BOOK. There's his memory book. He was meeting with Techno and Tommy and told them EVERYTHING. The proof’s all his own memories! He writes it down! You can't even run your own nation correctly Tubbo. Listen. Tubbo, you, I mean you, ... L'Manberg is weaker than it's ever been, and it's because of you! You have- you have destroyed everything. You have ruined your friendships. You have ruined L'Manberg's allies. You have just-you are a horrible president Tubbo.” Dream continued as Tubbo looked sick to his stomach, you felt just as nauseous.
“YEAH, YOU SUCK TUBBO!”
“TECHNOBLADE!”
“What?” He flinched at your tone, “he’s right!”
“They’re children,” You tried to argue but Dream cut you off by stepping in between you and Technoblade. Your pulse skyrocketed as you were separated, and you made sure an ender pearl was at the ready. Tommy looked at the both fo you nervously, but there was a spark of hope in his eyes when you defended Tubbo. Tommy turned over to Tubbo who honestly looked just as shocked that a partner of Technoblade’s would defend him, espeically considering he had tried to kill her a few days prior. Tommy had hope that he wasn’t completely dead to you.
“Techno. Got any withers?” You watched a sickening smile spread across Techno’s lips he picked at his nails.
“I got a few.”
“Good. Then I’ll see you all tomorrow when the L’manberg loses its last cannon life,” Dream announced before disappearing into the wind. The citizens turned to face you and Technoblade, he only had to utter a single word:
“Run,” Before both of you pearled away from the wreckage of the community house.
Technoblade scooped you up in his arms as he made his way through the Nether portal back to his base. He was much faster than you were and you didn’t fight him on wanting to make a quick getaway. You both were silent on the way back to his base, bottom line was you didn’t know how you felt about what just went down. On one hand, destruction was your middle name and you weren’t going to oppose blowing a government to smithereens with your boyfriend.
Nothing could be more romantic than that.
Yet at the same time, unlike Technoblade, you felt the guilt eat away at you. These were people’s homes, and lives you’d be destroying tomorrow. Most of the citizens you had no affiliation with, which you were grateful for, but those you did you almost couldn’t justify blowing the country up. Tommy was by all accounts dead to Technoblade and by that extent you as well. Still, you didn’t want to see him physically dead, it wasn’t his fault he got corrupted by the government and a homeless teletubby.
You were starting to sound like Technoblade now too.
You made a sound of distress and Techno glanced down at your form, his face flushed as you nuzzled your nose against his neck.
“You okay princess?”
“No…” You answered with a sigh, you reached out and twirled a strand of his pink hair through your fingers. “Tommy’s gone, we’re going to blow up a country tomorrow. I feel bad for the people we’re gonna leave homeless. So, no I’m not okay bubs.” The socially awkward man winced a little as he battled with what to say to you, he tends to forget you both aren’t the same person. For as much as both of you agree, you were still different from him, you had more empathy than he could ever wish to have.
“You don’t have to come.”
He watched a frown appear on your face as you pulled away from him. You clicked your tongue in distaste, a sure sign that you were about to pick a fight with the blood god. You were one opponent he could never seem to defeat. That did not come out the way he intended.
Time to backtrack before he got his ass handed to him.
“What I mean is, you have no affiliation with L’manberg. You have no prior issues you need to settle with them so technically you can stay home tomorrow, no one would blame you. You’d be safer away from the explosions, I’d feel better with you at home.”
“That way you’d only have to worry about Phil tomorrow right?”
“Well, that’s part of it,” He stated bluntly, never one to be dishonest. “He has only one life and he’s going to want to fight, he has a lot to avenge. The government drove his eldest son mad, enough that Phil had to kill him. He’s one of my oldest friends, I wanna look out for him and protect him.” You couldn’t help but sigh softly at his response, you brushed your thumb across his cheek fondly.
“You’re wrong.”
“Eh?”
“I do have something I want to fight for, I want to fight for what I believe is right. Let’s face it Techno the way everyone’s treating those children is sick. Dream manipulated Tommy and used Tubbo to get what he wanted from him. I know you did what you thought was right for Tommy but he’s a product of a war-torn country, they all are. Now, that doesn’t excuse his betrayal but… did he even know what the right thing to do was in this situation, does he even truly know what peace is? I want to fight to protect those kids. They deserve to know peace, true peace away from bloodshed and war. If I can I want to give them that.” You watched Technoblade’s jaw tighten, “I’m going with you tomorrow but I’m not going to kill the children.”
“I don’t think I can ever forgive Tommy.” He sighed adjusting his grip on you a sure sign he was nervous, “but I love you.” Techno kissed you once again, it was long and tender you watched as the apples of his cheeks turn red after you both pulled away. He took a breath, “You’re unstoppable and you’ve never stopped me before so I won’t do the same for you. Just stay safe. Please. You need to come home with me tomorrow I won’t settle for anything else.”
“I will. I promise.” You pressed a light kiss to his cheek, and he hummed gently in response. “I love you Technoblade, I’ll fight beside you. Till the end of the line.”
“Till the end of the line,” He repeated as you both approached the snow-covered house to convene with Philza Minecraft himself.
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Hi guys! Officially feeling a bit better, enough to get a small part out before I work on the next chapter. I hope you like it, thanks so much for reading and your amazing feedback. Also, thanks so much for your kind words and well wishes! Also, also, If anyone ever makes fanart of this story (I doubt it would happen) please tag me and let me know. I love to make art myself and always wanna support other artists! Thanks Again!
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Familial Love - Dad!Badboyhalo and Reader Part 1
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Pairings: none
Characters included: Philza, Wilbur, Technoblade, Tommy, Badboyhalo
Warnings: n/a
Series: only a two parter
Summary: Having mischievious kids who were interested about the nether, Philza thought it would be the smartest thing to bring his whole family togther into the other world, so he could keep his eyes on them and satisfy their curiosity. Besides, they all could collect some resources while being there, though once in the nether they find more than they bargained for. Bringing in BadBoyHalo who might be able to help with this delicate matter.
Words count: 2684
Authors Note: It was a request ages ago but I sadly lost it, now I’m using it to slowly get back into writing and I know I’m horrible when it comes to multiple chapter fics but I am already almost done with the second part though I have to heavily edit it since I forgot something important. I can’t promise I’m turning back into an upload every week but I’m going to slowly inch my way back to it. I would appreciate some feedback on this one since it’s been a while :)
Philza was fanning some air towards his face using his hand. This wasn’t really helping, of course. The air in the Nether was way too hot for that but he had no better way to deal with the heat that he was currently experiencing. He used to be better at that but he has been spending way more time in the Overworld as of late due to personal projects and having to raise three kids, hence why it took him a bit by surprise with how much trouble he seemed to have to adapt to this environment.
This was also mirrored by his oldest kid Wilbur, which made sense seeing how he only spend minimal time in the Nether, meanwhile Technoblade did fine and interestingly enough, while Tommy was obviously also uncomfortable in this heat, he seemed to be doing better than Philza and Wilbur. Techno was born in the Nether so while it might take a moment he had no problem getting used to this, but Tommy? It was his first time in the Nether so it was a bit surprising. Philza just chalked it up to him being younger and able to adapt faster.
“You sure you guys want to help find the materials?” Philza was looking at both Wilbur and Tommy, though his attention was primarily on Wilbur who was once again wiping away the sweat on his brow.
Both nodded but only Wilbur spoke “Yeah! It’s usually just you and Techno, we want to help out for once as well.”
Philza squinted his eyes, staring his son down “This is bullshit but I’ll take the help nonetheless. I’m sure you will also find the things you both are looking for, would be easier if you would just tell me outright what though.”
“You knew?”
Wilbur clasped his hand around Tommy’s mouth and pulled him closer “It’s fine, dad! We’ll be fine! We’re gonna get that blackstone and the wood in no time!”
He then proceeded to drag Tommy off who begun to angrily yell at Wilbur.
“Remember to stay close!” Phil tried to throw after them but it seemed to go unnoticed, which meant he needed to stay close to them and not the other way around.
“They’ll be fine.” Techno suddenly appeared next to him. An iron axe in his hands.
Philza sighed “ I hope. It’s Tommy’s first time in the Nether and Wilbur doesn’t spend a lot of time here. We have to make sure to stay close.”
Techno nodded, he too was worried about his brothers as well after all “They have some Enderpearls should anything happen and Wilbur will make sure to look out for Tommy.”
He was correct. Philza went over this with all of his sons a ton of times. Teaching them how to enderpearl away while falling and training their aim. He also made sure to tell them all of all the dangers that would await them here. Giving them enchanted bows that could one hit a Ghast.
There was no sense in dwelling on that for now though, hence why Philza hesitantly approached a red tree. His diamond axe soon burrying itself deep into the surprisingly soft wood. Not only is this wood beautiful if used correctly but this wood was also fire resistant which could be helpful for some of his other builds.
Techno was also already on it. He was younger than Wilbur and yet he already showed greater strength than him. Though this wasn’t surprising seeing how Techno was a Piglin Hybrid. They usually grow up pretty fast and were known for their brute strength.
With one swing of his axe he was already pretty deep into the tree. He was just a kid and yet he could keep up with Philza’s rate of cutting down these trees pretty well.
All the while Philza would make sure to run after Wilbur and Tommy. Cutting down the trees close to them. Always making sure that all of his three kids were in his peripheral view. They were still clumsy young children and every time they would even just stumble for a small second his heart would drop.
At times Wilbur and Tommy would try to coax Techno over to show off a cool looking mushroom. At first he was unsure, just wanting to help gather the few recourses that Philza needed but the more his brothers asked the bigger his curiosity got. It didn’t take long for him to join his brothers to look at all the interesting plants and other things they found. Philza just gave him a nod as a sign he is allowed to go after them.
Of course, as a worried father, Philza would still keep his eyes on them.
Honestly this was probably a horrible idea to bring them all with him. The Nether is just too dangerous for kids but also they were so curious! And mischievous kids who are curious about something specific especially when their father doesn’t allow them to approach it? That seems to spell disaster, so, in his infinite wisdom Philza thought it would be a good idea to bring them in with him for a really small outing. Nothing special. He even made sure the portal was in a good place and made it as safe as possible before he took his whole family in.
So when he suddenly heard a scream his heart figuratively stopped. He was so preoccupied with his worry that he didn’t notice how the kids left his view. Without hesitating Philza dropped the heavy axe and instead opened up his wings. With just a few beats of his wings he flew up into the air. Frantically looking around for his sons, hoping they haven’t gone further underground. It calmed him down that there weren’t more screams which could mean one of them just got scared for a second, or they are all already dead not having a chance to yell out again.
Realizing that thinking about this would only make it worse he begun to fully concentrate on the environment, calling out to his sons in the progress. Sweat rolled down the side of his face, this time not only due to the heat but also due to the fear that seemed to fester deep down in his heart and bones with every second he couldn’t find his family.
Then suddenly he saw something blonde. Thank the End Tommy had such an easy to spot hair color. And next to him were Wilbur and Techno, all three of them seemed to look at something laying on the floor. Philza couldn’t make it out from up in the air since the kids put all of their heads together above the item of interest. Either way they seemed to be alright.
As Philza landed close to them he put his hand against his heart “By Ender you guys scared me. Are you alright? I heard one of you scream and I couldn’t see you. Didn’t I tell you guys to stay close to me for that exact reason?”
He kept on rambling along, more out of nervousness and guilt but was stopped as Wilbur looked up, turned around and just stared at his father with a confused expression. In this confusion was a worry there that made Philza almost cautious. Something was wrong after all.
Techno and Tommy followed suit, all of them finally forming an opening so he could see what they were staring at.
On the hot nether ground there was a bundle. A bundle that slowly moved around.
Philza slowly approached it, soon noticing two horns poking out of this bundle. Wrapped in this dirty brown cloth was a baby. A baby with two horns on their forehead and shimmering skin. It looked like there was shimmering ink buried beneath the skin that was now happily dancing across. There was no glow to it and yet he couldn’t describe it differently. There was a shimmer.
This was a demon baby.
His eyes widened as he realized this, fatherly instincts kicking in as he scrambled to get that child off the ground. It was most likely fine seeing how they are a demon but in his mind right now he needed to get the child off the hot netherrack.
“Dad, whose is it?” Tommy stepped closer, pulling on his fathers long sleeve. While young he seemed to understand the implications of a frail small baby just lying around on the ground, understanding that this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
And he was correct. In Philza’s life he has met demons only a couple of times but has already read a lot of texts on them. While they can live in either the Overworld or the Nether most get born inside the Nether and just like humans, they usually grow up with parents at their side. Parents that taught them how the world works and showed them how to control their magical prowess.
They got the name demon by their unnatural ability and affinity for magic. Being able to control the magic of an enchanting table like no other, able to read the enchantments and crafting new ones. Some even showed outside of enchanting abilities like summoning forth fire for example.
This child was orphaned. Maybe the parents died? He has never heard stories of demons abandoning their own kin, though only because he hasn’t heard it, this doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. He just knew that they took their kin seriously and it was in their eyes one of the strongest bonds that you can have. If a demon called you their kin? That is something special and honoring.
Philza looked the child over one more time. No wounds, no jewelry not anything that could tell him what has happened here or whose baby it is.
As his hand came across the cloth, trying to see if there might be anything embroidered on there the baby instinctively grabbed for his hand. Holding on to his pinky for dear life. Accompanied by a few babbling baby noises. Melting his heart in the process but it also pulled him out of his frantic thoughts.
The next few minutes he ordered his boys to scour the place a bit. Trying to look for any hints of the baby’s parents but there was nothing.
“So, what do we do with them?” Wilbur asked, standing on the tips of his toes as he tried to get a good look at the baby again. The dark horns was what really piqued his interest. Realistically he knew things like this were possible, seeing how his father hand black wings, but it still seemed so magical and impossible.
“Do we have, uh, a new sibling?” Techno asked. His cheeks turning into a soft shade of red as he asked. His eyes darting to the ground. He still wasn’t used to this even though he was adopted and a Piglin Hybrid he was very much a part of the family.
With wide and hopeful eyes Tommy looked up at Philza “I can be a big brother?”
Oh.
Philza wanted to agree. Wanted to tell them, to greet the new member to their family but he couldn’t. Not in good consciousness when he knew there was a better option. An option that would teach the kid what they needed. He couldn’t teach them anything about magic beyond enchanting tools with an enchantment table.
Besides he did know a demon. He met him only a couple of time, so they weren’t particular close but he knew how to reach him and this seemed to be by far the best and most fair option for this baby.
So, he shook his head. All three kids almost seemed shocked at that.
“Why?” Wilbur asked, his hand now holding onto the cloth that the child was wrapped in.
“Because I couldn’t give the child what they needed but I know someone else who can give the child a proper chance at life. Listen, you don’t need to understand yet but trust me as a father. Besides I’m sure we can visit them!”
This wasn’t enough for the children obviously. Asking more questions, trying to get a specific answer. Just repeating the questions.
“That’s enough! This is my decision and as your father and as the resident adult who actually has to take care of all of you, this is my decision. You’ll understand when you get older, I promise.”
Of course there was still some groaning and mumbling but the kids noticed that this was not something they could change Philza’s mind on. Didn’t mean they have to like that though.
With that Philza guided his family back into the overworld as fast as possible. Once back out the nether he made sure to see if the baby was dealing well with the sudden environmental change but they just kept on smiling and babbling which he interpreted as a good sign.
With the help of a long range communicator Philza managed to send of a message to said demon who in return managed to visit Philza after a day using the nether as a hub to travel faster. Seeing how he needed a full day to travel using the nether roof just showcased how far he actually was.
It was Wilbur who opened up the door to him. A tall demon clad in black clothes that had grey and red accents. Two horns grew out of his forehead similar to that of the babies, his skin being a deep black vortex that seemed to swirl but whenever you tried to really concentrate on it , it seemed to disappear and move to the corner of your eye.
Wilbur rubbed his eyes “Um, hello?”
A bright and happy smile appeared on the demons face, a thin tail moving happily around in the back “Hello! Nice to meet you! I’m BadBoyHalo! Your father messaged me, can I talk to him? Is he here?”
“Dad! Someone is here at the door! Is it that guy that is gonna steal our sibling?”
It only took Philza a short moment until he arrived at the front door with the baby in his arms, washed and taken care of to the best of his abilities “Wilbur! We talked about it, he is not stealing them! I’m sorry, Bad but I appreciate you coming over.”
Both Techno and Tommy walked in behind him, obviously having caught on to what was happening. Their expressions sad and almost dark. Still thinking that this was unfair.
Bad curiously pointed at the child in Philza’s arms “That’s them? Can I take a closer look?”
He didn’t hesitate to give Bad the child. Bad might have only been an acquaintance but he knows for a fact that he is a peaceful person. Someone who only fights to protect but don’t let that fool you. He was still powerful and dangerous.
It didn’t surprise him at all when Bad poked lovingly one of the chubby cheeks of the baby and cooed “Aw, look at you! Aren’t you adorable!”
This seemed to confuse Wilbur though who saw Bad as a mighty demon, not as a demon that just melted at one look of a baby.
“What can you tell me about them?”
Bad’s happy, scrunched up face returned to normal, now looking with a serious expression towards Philza “They already have their horns which isn’t unusual but more rare. It’s close to how mine are formed so if we Demons weren’t spread thin all around the place I would say they would technically be in the same clan as me. It’s the typical form of pyromancers but that doesn’t have to be it. I can’t feel any spells on them not even any protective spells which is weird. Even if parents abandon their kids they still apply a few protective spells, hoping it will give them enough time for other Demons to find them.”
“So, you think their parents died?”
“I-“ Bad begun only to scrunch up his eyebrows, an air of sadness seemed to sweep through the room “We are so wide spread and don’t live only in the nether anymore, so, abandoning a baby hoping that another demon finds them is… rare at best. We stick together. Our kin is important to us. I don’t think this was planned. No, they would have given over their child to people they trusted. This feels wrong. Very wrong.”
His voice wavered a bit at the end. The sadness of the situation seemed to have hit him.
Philza crossed his arms as he listened, the kids now almost hiding behind him but still peeking at the strange man “That’s- I have hoped for something better somehow but I figured it would be something like this. Can you help? Will you think about my proposal?”
“I’m not sure-“ but he got interrupted by the cries of the baby but Bad reacted immediately. Slowly swaddling them and carefully wiping away their tears. Lulling them slowly to calm them down again.
“What was it you wanted to say?” Philza tried to get back on topic.
“I’m- I’m taking them home. I’ll be their father.”
A huge smile spread across Philza’s face “Well, congratulations and thank you. Do you already have a name for them in mind?”
It shocked him when Bad immediately answered “Y/N. Their name is Y/N.”
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Dream SMP Recap (April 23/2021) - The Lessons
Those resisting the Egg meet on Cloud Prime to prepare for the Red Banquet, composing backup plans and wondering if the Eggpire really is trying to turn over a new leaf.
Ranboo experiences something strange while talking to Foolish about the mansion and goes searching for some answers, confronting Sam at the prison.
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Foolish
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Captain Puffy
Jack Manifold
Ranboo
Hannahxxrose
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- Foolish picks out an outfit for the Red Banquet.
- Phil continues to work on the massive basement build.
- Puffy needs a Banquet skin as well. She meets Foolish at the Holy Land.
- Foolish shows Puffy the Nether Portal entrance to his summer home that he’s been working on. He also still needs therapy from the catmaid incident.
- They meet with Sam and Hannah on Cloud Prime. Foolish hands them all Rolexes for the Banquet.
- They discuss the Banquet. Sam says Bad told them they wanted to “turn over a new leaf.” They notice Bad used the same phrases for all of them. Foolish and Puffy are both skeptical.
- Sam thinks they should have a backup plan. He pulls out diamond blocks, saying he can donate riches. The Eggpire doesn’t want them bringing items, but Sam thinks they should hide armor somewhere down near the Banquet area just in case.
- Hannah and Foolish leave.
- Antfrost comes over and Puffy and Sam briefly speak with him. They tell him they’re excited for the Banquet, for the hatchet that they’re going to bury and the leaf they’ll turn over.
- Right now, Antfrost is working on final preparations. Sam asks if there’s anything he can help with. Ant says they could bring shrimp for Puffy’s shrimp cocktails.
Puffy: “Well, I mean I was promised it was gonna be there -- that’s kinda the reason why I showed up, honestly, was -- was for the shrimp. And you know the leaf, of course, that we’re turning.”
Ant: “Of course, of course. It’ll be there, it’ll be there.”
...
Sam: “Is there anything specifically that we should look forward to?”
Ant: “I think just everybody getting along and you know, becoming one. Turning over a new leaf.”
- They say goodbye and Antfrost leaves.
- Sam and Puffy speak. Can they trust the other two, Hannah and Foolish?
Sam: “I know one of them’s your son--”
Puffy: “No, listen, listen. See, Foolish is innocent. He’s too good, too pure. But me and you, we’ve been here since the beginning. We’ve seen this unfold since the Egg showed up, and I don’t think they’ve seen all the bad.”
Sam: “I don’t think they quite grasp how much the Egg has changed those two.”
Puffy: “God no...”
- Sam has a plan: to set a trap to destroy the Egg if necessary. He’s hesitant, though, as he doesn’t want to destroy the Egg if they really are trying to turn over a new leaf. They can drop TNT down the tunnel right on top of the Egg. He’ll have to sneak in a lever somewhere.
- Sam wants to give them a chance to turn over a new leaf, but this is their last chance. It’s now or never to gain their trust back.
- They agree to not tell Hannah and Foolish a thing about this. The less they know, the less danger they’ll be in.
- Puffy says goodbye and Sam leaves to collect TNT. They’ll speak later.
- Puffy wanders off and thinks to herself.
“This has to be on me and Sam. There’s no -- I trust Foolish and I trust Hannah, but they haven’t been here since the beginning. They don’t know. They don’t know better.”
“I wanna trust Bad, I wanna trust Antfrost and Punz and I wanna trust that they’re being honest and they do want to make a difference, but...just too much has happened, they’ve changed too much, and I think there’s too much to risk, there’s too much on the line. It has to be like this. It has to be done."
- Puffy goes to prepare sets of armor.
- Jack gets some Netherite enchanted.
- After Tubbo chooses Ranboo over Jack on his stream with Tommy, Jack goes and leaves a sign in front of Bee ‘n’ Boo to get back at him:
Hope you have fun owning your hotel with Ranboo
- Jack </3
“It’s the worst kind of villainy, chat...making his feelings hurt.”
- He goes back to enchanting.
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The Enderwalk Saga: Chapter One
The Lessons.
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- Ranboo is in Michael’s room. He draws the Axe of Ender for a few seconds before throwing Michael a golden apple.
- He has to go speak with Foolish to talk about the mansion about the payment. When he reaches the mansion, he finds Foolish in the library. Foolish has himself a cake.
- The mansion is nearly complete, and Ranboo is excited to move in.
- Foolish tours Ranboo around the mansion, showing him the various rooms, including a war room that Tubbo requested. Some he’s not sure about. Maybe he could get some books -- he asks if Ranboo’s much of a book-reader.
- There’s also a panic closet that Foolish has already tried out after a certain chandelier.
- Foolish tries to bring Ranboo back to the war room but loses his way. As they pass the bee on the lead, Ranboo draws his axe for a moment again. Foolish reaches it and shows Ranboo a secret back space.
- Foolish brings up the deal he made with Ranboo to thank him. Not the mansion, but the shulker box. Ranboo is confused -- what deal?
- Foolish’s voice fades away for a moment, replaced with Enderman noises.
Words appear on the screen.
Lesson 14:
If you have the opportunity to gain a favor, take it.
- Foolish tosses Ranboo a grass block to hold. Ranboo carries it as he continues talking to Foolish. He nervously tells him he’s just remembered he has things to attend to, and they can talk later.
- Foolish leaves, and Ranboo speaks to himself. He’s confused. What was that? What deal was Foolish talking about?
- He leaves the mansion and heads out from Snowchester back to the mainland. He says it must not have anything to do with the “experiments” he’s been doing. There wouldn’t be any side effects.
- Ranboo pauses in front of Bee ‘n’ Boo.
“I remember this...I have to finish this."
Lesson 27:
Do not reminisce on what you have lost for it will weigh you down.
- Ranboo is confused. Why is he only remembering this?
- The Prime Path is splattered in red.
“He’s still in prison...can’t have anything to do with him.”
- Ranboo walks past L’manhole, eating potatoes.
“It was all going so well...why now? Because of what?”
- He heads towards the Panic Room but passes it. He’s just going for a walk. He figures he needs to tell people what he’s done.
- Ranboo makes his way down the railway.
Lesson 53:
Never fully trust anyone.
- He just has to block them out. That’s what he’s been doing this entire time. The experiments were doing well, he figured out how to cause it. He knew there might be side effects, but he didn’t think that this is what it would be.
- He heads back the other way to Tommy’s summer home, stopping on the hill and looking towards the prison. He promised himself he wouldn’t go in there again.
Lesson 67:
Leave no evidence of what you have helped with.
- What did he do?
- It’s just because he hasn’t eaten. He eats more potatoes and starts heading home.
Lesson 94:
DO NOT LET THEM KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE.
The words flash on the pages of a book.
- Ranboo stops in front of the Nether Portal.
He has to go to the prison. He needs to find the fourth book.
- Ranboo runs back to the prison. The red splatters continue on the path leading there.
“For the greater good. It’s for the greater good. It’s all for the greater good.”
- Sam is standing outside the entrance, cleaning up the ground. Sam tells him no one is allowed to visit the prison, but Ranboo pleads with him to be let in. Sam insists that no one can go in, especially not Ranboo.
- Ranboo says he doesn’t want to visit Dream.
Ranboo: “I need to be put in the prison, Sam...”
- He can’t tell Sam why. Sam says he doesn’t need to be in the prison, he hasn’t done anything wrong.
Ranboo: “I CAN’T TELL YOU WHAT I HAVE!”
- Ranboo insists again. Just a couple years. He asks what he has to do. Sam says there’s nothing he can do that would make him put Ranboo in the prison.
- Ranboo tells him there are 93 reasons why, and there could be hundreds. Thousands.
- What if he paid Sam? Sam says no, that Ranboo’s a good person.
Ranboo: “I can’t tell you how wrong that is.”
Sam: “Ranboo I can’t put you in the prison, you wouldn’t be able to go see Michael anymore. What would Tubbo do? And Foolish is building you a house right now.”
Ranboo: “Exactly why I want to be put in there, Sam.”
- What if Ranboo put himself in the prison? Sam says he can’t. He wouldn’t lock Ranboo in there for things he only imagined he did.
- Sam draws his sword and tells Ranboo to go home.
Ranboo: “Are you gonna kill me?”
Sam: “I don’t want to. I don’t think I’ll have to. I think you should just go home.”
- Ranboo and Sam say some parting words.
Ranboo: “You have no idea what you’ve done.”
Sam: “Listen to me. You are a good person.”
Ranboo: “I am?”
Sam: “Yes, you are.”
Ranboo: “I don’t think so, Sam.”
Sam: “I do, even if you don’t.”
- Ranboo leaves.
“I know what I need to do. I’m not gonna get put in there...and I at least need answers. I need answers. I need answers right now. I need to go. I need answers, and I know who can give me answers. I know who can give me answers...”
“I have to go. I have to go to the one person I know who can give me answers in regards to this...okay. I know where to go, I know what to do. It’s dangerous, hard journey, but, I know what to do. I -- I shouldn’t have done anything. I shouldn’t have done anything! ‘Cause it was fine! But then my curiosity got the best of me and now -- now there are 93--94--90 -- there are so many reasons! That I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna remember anymore!”
“But...I’ve opened up Pandora’s Box. I’ve opened up Pandora’s Box...and I don’t know what to do. ‘Cause instead of closing it...there’s no way to close it."
- Ranboo returns to the Arctic.
“The way that the Enderwalk works is something that I’ve been trying to figure out for a long time. But I know what can help me.”
- He enters his house and starts brewing splash water bottles.
“If I can’t get answers from anyone else...then I know the one thing that can give me answers.”
- Ranboo writes in his Memory Book: What am I?
“The one thing that can give me answers...is myself.”
- He throws down the water bottle and the screen goes black as the Enderman noises sound.
SEE YOU SOON.
- Hannah fixes up her house, making it pink again.
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Upcoming Events:
- The Red Banquet (Sunday)
- Dream SMP one-year anniversary (Saturday)
- Tommy’s plan
- Quackity’s business opening
- Dream’s lore video
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Sweet as Cyanide-Dream
This is a Dream x gn!reader in the dreamsmp! This follows cannon (ish), but does not follow cannon dialogue. For my own sake, I have written my own dialogue for the scenes that happen in this imagine. I just have a really hard time copying dialogue like that and I really enjoy writing my own stuff like this. I hope that is okay and I hope you all enjoy!
You can find a part two here!
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The whole server thinks that Y/N is being forced to stand by Dream’s side, but they couldn’t be more wrong. They all believe they’re just a sweet innocent creature, but many times people forget that sweet things can be poisonous.
Y/N’s POV
For everything Dream has done, I have stood right beside him. Both figuratively and literally. I have supported just about every decision Dream has made for the Dreamsmp. I have also stood beside him while he made these decisions in the physical sense. Many times when Dream would go ‘overboard’ or ‘crazy’ I would ‘reel him back in’ making myself seem sweeter and more approachable to those who dared oppose my lover. When Tommy was exiled, I went with Dream on his daily visits and when Dream forced Tommy to put everything he had in a hole, I would convince Dream to let Tommy keep one thing so he wouldn’t have to completely restart. I was Dream’s other half… Dream’s better half.
Oftentimes I would be questioned as to why I was with him. Many didn’t believe me when I told them the truth. They came up with the idea that Dream held me captive and forced me to be with him, which wasn’t true at all. The truth is I love Dream. I love him with all my heart. I also love the power that comes with being Dream’s lover. Nobody questioning my decisions or my orders. Being treated with respect because everyone was too scared to face my boyfriend wrath… Well almost everyone.
Tommy never seemed to fear Dream. Tommy stood his ground, fought for what he believed in, and never gave in easily to Dream unless something that he truly cared for was being threatened. That’s why Dream wanted to put a stop to it, once and for all. Together we built a base, far away from the main area of the SMP. Somewhere we could keep everyone’s prized possession, but mostly Tommy’s prized possession, the discs. The discs meant everything to Tommy, literal wars have been fought over them. Which is why we had to keep them safe. After the base was built and filled, Dream invited Tommy and Tubbo to ‘talk’. I waited underground as the three of them fought.
I waited in anticipation in my little seat I had made as the elevator descended. There stood a gobsmacked Tommy and Tubbo and a smirking Dream. I could hear Dream giving his big speech over how he had everything anyone cared for in this lair. “The discs!” Tommy exclaimed, rushing forward, carefully stepping on the gold shrine built for the discs. Tommy reached out to grab one of the discs, but was quickly cut off, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” My eyes drifted over to Dream who now had a sword to Tubbo’s throat. Tommy’s eyes widened and he quickly walked back off of the shrine.
“Follow me boys, let me show you something,” Dream called, letting go of Tubbo and walking toward, what I have been calling, “The Hall of Attachments”. Tommy’s eyes scanned the room and locked with mine, “Y/N?” He whispered, causing me to nod and stand up. “You better do as he says Tommy,” I chimed sweetly at the boy, “You wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt, would you?” I questioned with a small pout on my lips. Tommy quickly shook his head no before following after Dream to walk down the hall.
I followed lazily behind the three as Dream showed off everything that the two of us had collected. Techno’s favorite axe, Sapnap’s beloved fish, Wilbur’s best friend, and even Tommy’s adored cow, Henry. “We have it all down here Tommy. Everything everyone cares about. The thing that they are attached to the most. It’s here. I control it.” Dream announced with a huge smirk on his face. Tommy quickly turned to me with wide eyes, “Y/N you’re dating a psychopath. You must realize that right?” Dream’s laughter didn’t give me a chance to answer, “You say psycho, I say dedicated… Now I have one final piece of business to attend to.”
Dream drew his sword and looked at Tubbo, “I’m going to have to kill you now Tubbo. It’s the only way,” “NO!” Tommy screamed, moving in front of his best friend. “NO! I won’t let you do it. You say you need me on this server? If you kill Tubbo, I’ll kill myself. Then what big man?” “Tommy. It’s alright. It’s time,” Tubbo said gently, slightly breaking my heart. “Move Tommy,” Dream demanded, going to move forward. I quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist, “Dream. Let them say goodbye at least,” I slightly begged, looking him in the eyes, hoping he would get the message. If they got to say goodbye, maybe Tommy would be more complacent and compliant. Dream gave me a small nod before turning back to the two boys, “Since Y/N asked so nicely, you two can say your goodbyes. We’re going to give you a few minutes. Make use of that time.” I threw the boys an ‘I’m so sorry’ look as Dream dragged me over to the corner.
“How do you think it’s going?” Dream whispered, glancing at the two boys. I gave a half shrug with a small smile, “They seem to be following along just fine and it seems that they’re actually going along with the plan. Although, it does make me a bit sad. Are you sure we have to kill Tubbo?” I asked, looking over at the two boys that were hugging very tightly. Dream rolled his eyes and grabbed my other hand, “You know I do sweetness. If there were any other way, you know I’d do it. But this is the way it has to be.” I let out a sigh and gave a slight nod in understanding.
We watched the two boys hug for a few moments more, Tubbo mumbling words of reassurance to his best friend… his brother before they both turned to the corner where Dream and I stood. Tubbo gave us a little nod and we approached. I was in front of Dream and I wrapped my arms around the small boy and hugged him tight to my chest, kissing the top of his head. “I’m so sorry,” I murmured in the boy’s ear. A small shrug bounced off the boys shoulders, “It’s alright, Goodbye Y/N,” “Goodbye Tubbo.”
I let go of Tubbo and moved to stand next to Tommy, wrapping a comforting arm around him. Dream moved and took his place standing before Tubbo, drawing his sword. “Sorry, Tubbo. This is the way it has to be, you understand,” Dream smirked, bringing his arm back to stab the young boy, but it never moved forward.
“Sorry Dream,” The familiar voice of Punz called out from the nether portal that we had built in this base. All of our heads snapped to the man who stood alone in the purple magic. “Punz?” Dream questioned, really confused as to why his most loyal pawn had appeared and was apologizing, “Sorry Dream,” He repeats taking a few steps forward, “You should have paid me more.” I felt my breath stop in my throat as almost everyone came through the nether portal. “You came!” Tommy cheered, a tear streaming down his face as he looked at the members with overwhelming joy.
Dream, thrown off by the sudden appearance of everyone, lost concentration on Tubbo. “The discs!” Tommy screetchs, ripping himself from my side, running to one shrine, “Tubbo the other!” Tubbo, using Dream’s distraction to his advantage, bolted to the shrine. Together the boys ripped the discs off the shrines and placed them into the ender chests that were placed beside them. Dream turned and glared at the boys. Tommy catching sight of this screams, “Get behind them!” Tommy ran past me and grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind every one decorated in enchanted netherite armor, weapons on display.
Dream slowly turned back around to face the server. “Oh… Hey guys…” Dream greeted everyone awkwardly. “Dream, what the hell is this place?” Puffy questioned, glaring at the man before her. Dream awkwardly shuffled, glancing around, making quick eye contact with me, before looking back to Puffy. “Well… This is my base,” He answered. I watched everyone look around the place, most of their gazes falling on the Hall of Attachments. “And what is that?” Someone asked, pointing to the hall.
Dream remained silent, not telling. “Go on Dream,” Tommy urged, taking a few steps toward my boyfriend, “Tell them. Tell them what you told me.” Dream still remained silent again, looking down to the ground. “Tell them Dream!” Tommy boomed, bursting through the crowd. “Tell them how all you care about is power. Tell them you are controlling their things so that you can control them! Go on! Tell them!” Tommy demands. “Tommy,” Dream attempts to console the child, but Tommy wasn’t listening.
At this point everyone was slowly looking through the hall, seeing everything that the two of us had collected over the months. Dream makes his way to the front of the group, “Guys, listen!” He says, attempting to get everyone to stop, but it was clear that no one was on his side. “Sapnap, can I borrow a pickaxe?” I heard Tommy question from behind the crowd. There was a moment of silence before Tommy pushed his way to the front, pickaxe now in his hand. “Here Dream,” He said, punching a hole in the ground. “Put your things in this hole,” I couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped my lips. Tommy looked over his shoulder at me before turning back to Dream, “And you know what. Because your girlfriend was so kind to me in exile, I’ll let you keep one thing,” Tommy announced.
“Tommy, please,” Dream attempted to reason again. Tommy was having none of it. “One thing,” he punched, “The rest in this hole.” Dream hesitated, but obeyed. He stripped everything, but his helmet off of his body and threw the rest in the hole Tommy had created. “Good boy,” Tommy taunted before jumping down the hole and collecting everything. Tommy came back up from the hole wearing Dream’s armor and wielding Dream’s sword.
“Now what?” Dream asked. If I were anyone else, I wouldn’t have been able to tell. But Dream was nervous. His whole plan was just foiled, the entire SMP had literally come crashing down on him. Tommy, of all people, had just robbed him of his things leaving him utterly defenceless. “What now? Now… Now I think I’ll kill you with your own weapons,” Tommy pretended to ponder before taking a swing at Dream. From the way Dream reeled back, I could tell that the blow did a lot of damage.
“Tommy stop!” Dream cried, attempting to run away from the 16 year old. Tommy chased after Dream, swinging wildly after the man. I watched with baited breath as Tommy eventually caught up to Dream and killed him. I didn’t even have to look at my arm to know that Tommy had taken a cannon life.
Everyone was in shock at what had just happened. Tommy, the youngest person on the server, had just killed Dream. The man that demanded to be viewed as a God. The elevator sounded, causing everyone’s attention to shift. Dream came back down, staring at Tommy in both anger and shock. I could tell Dream wanted nothing more than to take Tommy’s last life, but there was no way he could.
“Tommy, we’re friends. Aren’t we? Can we please talk-” Tommy didn’t let him finish. Instead he let out a roar before running forward and striking yet another blow. This time when Dream ran away, Tommy pulled out Dream’s crossbow and shot him, taking yet another cannon life. My heart thudded in fear. I knew Tommy was angry and I knew he also wanted nothing more than to take my boyfriend’s last cannon life. “Come down Dream,” Tommy called in anger when the elevator didn’t return back down. “Face me like the man you claim to be. Let me-” I couldn’t stop myself.
I raced forward and placed a soft hand on Tommy’s upper arm, “Tommy, please. Please don’t do this.” My words visibility softened Tommy. Tommy’s arms fell and he lowered the crossbow and looked over to me. I batted my eyelashes innocently as I asked, “Can you please just let him talk to everyone. He could tell everyone what he’s done. His master plan. Plus, he has something else he has to share with you and if you kill him again, you’ll lose it forever. Just would you please let him come down?” Tommy gave me a soft short nod. “Yeah, anything for you Y/N.” I returned Tommy’s smile before turning my head up to the elevator and called, “Dream. It’s okay. Come down.”
It was silent for a moment before the elevator sounded once more and Dream appeared again. Once he was down, he took a few steps off of the elevator and looked around sheepishly. “Are you ready to talk?” I asked gently, causing Dream’s eyes to snap to me. We held a silent conversation, I mentally told him the jig was up. It was time to tell all. The worst they could do was leave. Dream let out a sigh and nodded. “First come here,” Tommy demanded. Having nothing, Dream had to obey. Tommy built an obsidian wall around Dream and finished it off by placing a block in front of him, making it so he couldn’t get out. “Go on, tell them.”
And so he did. Dream spilled everything. Everything about the hall, how he wanted power and he was willing to do anything to get it. He told about how horrible to Tommy, Dream was in exile. Dream told about how he was the one who blew up the community house. He claimed that if something awful happened, it was probably him. Dream even spilled about the book that JSchlatt had given Dream, the one that made him switch sides. Dream told that if he were to lose his last cannon life, Wilbur would be gone forever… Anyone that had lost their lives would be gone forever…
That being said, he left me out completely. He left out that it was our plan. That we were in this together. I silently cursed and thanked him. I wanted us to be together in everything, but I also knew that nothing was going to get accomplished if nobody trusted either of us. I had to remain this perfect picture of innocence. I had to be sweet. I couldn’t be poisonous.
It was silent for a while after he spilled everything. “Team meeting,” Tommy announced, turning around. Everyone was very confused as to what the hell he was talking about. “Everyone, gather round,” he demanded, waving his arms. Everyone piled into a big, tight knit circle, sending one another confused looks. “What do we do with him now. He has to be punished, but we cannot take his last life, but he cannot walk around freely” Tommy explained, looking around at everyone. No one spoke up… I knew what I had to.
I looked to Sam as if I had a sudden idea, “the Prison,” I whispered. A look of recognition flashed over his face as he nodded, “Yeah. It would be perfect, it’s complete and it’s something he made me build. The symbolism… Incredible, getting locked in his own inescapable prison.” Everyone murmured amongst themselves in confusion. Oh, that’s right. No one knew about it. “We’ll explain later. But it’s perfect and we won’t have to worry about him. I’ll escort him there myself,” Sam claimed before turning back to my trapped boyfriend.
“Dream, for your crimes against the server, you’re under arrest. You will be escorted to the inescapable prison you had me build and will be in there until for an undetermined amount of time.” Sam announced boldly, moving to the obsidian. Dream’s eyes widened at his words. We certainly didn’t plan for this. Sam began breaking the obsidian to from him trap and I could only watch.
“Y/N,” Niki whispered, jarring me out of my thoughts. I turned to face the sweet girl and she immediately pulled me into a hug. She was trying to console me, after all, everyone believed that I was with him against my own will. I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her back. “I’m so sorry it took us this long. But you’re free now” She claimed. I mentally laughed at her words. Sure, to them I was free but I honestly had never felt more trapped. Swallowing harshly, I nodded, “It’s okay Niki. I’m okay now. Thank you,” I forced out, trying to sound as nice as possible.
Niki pulled back and gave me a sweet smile, nodding. “No problem sweetheart. And if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to reach out to any of us.” I faked a sweet smile and nodded, “Yeah, will do… Hey, I think I’m going to walk with Sam to escort Dream to prison, just to make sure that 1. He doesn’t try anything and 2. That he actually gets locked up… An ease of mind thing,” I explained to Niki. She immediately nodded, “Yeah, sure thing. How about afterwards you come by the bakery and we can make cookies together.” I nodded and gave her another smile, “Sounds good Nik. I’ll see you there then.”
I quickly walked over to Sam and a now handcuffed Dream. “I’m going to go with you, just to be sure,” I explained quickly, seeing Sam’s confused face. Sam looked me up and down before giving a nod. “Alright, we’re going to head out,” He announced to everyone. Heads turned back to us and they’re eyes followed us as we walked to the nether portal. I gave a small wave as the three of us disappeared in the purple magic.
The walk to the prison was silent. Dream didn’t have much to say considering how we couldn’t really talk about a plan in front of Sam. Sam also didn’t have much to say, there being a slight tension as we walked. All the way there, my thoughts were going wild. I spent the entire time thinking of a way out of this. But I couldn’t come up with one, at least not right now while everything was still so new.
Sam let me enter the prison. In fact, he let me go as far as being in Dream’s cell. “Hey, I know you’re really not supposed to, but I’ll give you all my things and stuff but could I just get a moment alone with Dream?” I asked as sweetly as I could, batting my eyelashes, praying he would say yes. Sam hesitated for a moment before he stuck out his arms. I piled everything from my inventory into his arms, moving so that he could see that I had in fact given him everything before he left the cell with the promise he would be back soon.
As soon as Sam was out of sight and ear shot, I rushed forward and engulfed my boyfriend in a hug. “I’m so sorry,” I muttered into Dream’s shoulder as I clutched him. “It’s not your fault. I should have seen this coming. Who knew Punz would be the one to betray me,” Dream spit in anger, not directed at me. “Doesn’t make me less sorry… What do we do now?” I asked, pulling myself ever so slightly out of his arms. “Lay low for a while,” He commanded, “Everyone will be checking up on you because I just got thrown in jail. Make sure to act as happy as possible, you’re free after all,” He claimed with a dark chuckle. “We’ll figure something out. A prison break of some sorts. It may take a long time. But we’ll do it okay. You and me,” “You and me,” I confirmed.
The rest of our time alone was spent in a tight embrace. Our plan had fallen apart. I wouldn’t be able to visit much due to the fact I was supposed to be acting happy that Dream was in his own prison. Once we could hear Sam’s footsteps, we pulled apart. I pressed a rushed kiss to Dream’s lips before stepping away from him just in time. “Alright Y/N, it’s time to go.” I nodded and moved to stand beside Sam. Sam pressed a button and iron bars came up, locking Dream in a cage. Sam then pressed another button and lava began to flow from the ceiling. Right before he disappeared from view, Dream mouthed an ‘I love you’, me mouthing one back.
I was now metaphorically on my own. Alone in a server where everyone hated my boyfriend and would absolutely not be willing to help me break him out of prison… Wait. There is one person that might not be willing to help, but he might have to… He’s the perfect person to do this and he can’t say no. After all, Technoblade still owes us that favor.
There you go! I hope you enjoyed, and if you did, be sure to leave a like!!
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Dreams, Drugs, and Minecraft
30/04/2022 - Saturday - 8:34pm
Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m not the best at coding. I mean, come on, getting a simple modal popup into my pre-coded theme on Tumblr? Seems simple enough, right? But not for me, apparently. So, I’m doing what I’m always doing.
I am procrastinating doing something actually productive by doing “something productive.” And while I do agree that finally writing a blog post and setting up my blog for me to use and flourish on is important, I should also get up and do something else. Or is that me procrastinating actually finishing anything by doing one of the other things on my to-do list? Which I’m almost guaranteed to not completely finish. Or am I? Is that too pessimistic?
My thoughts are everywhere if you can’t tell. I smoked a joint yesterday and then ate a very good 10mg gummy about an hour after. So, needless to say, I was still high in the morning my dear readers. And because I had an exhausting week, instead of doing anything today, I breathed easy and took another gummy. Then, I began to play minecraft, trying to find an ancient city in the latest snapshot. It’s not going well, but then it never does.
Frankly, my dear, I’m terrible at minecraft. Which I know many will say that there’s no way I could be bad at minecraft, but I promise you I am. There’s so much I’ve never accomplished on my own. Not the nether, not the end, never found diamond organically, and I’ve never made an iron farm. Needless to say, I feel unaccomplished in my life. I’m not doing anything great. I’m not saying anything or doing anything in a time when there is so much to be done.
There’s that procrastination again, that lack of drive and motivation. But am I just saying that because I’ve decided to take a break and conserve my energy for today? Or am I justifying not pushing myself? Because the only way to success is through hard work and some may say that within itself is an outdated way to think. It feels easy for us to blame “the system” for the lack of success we’ve had. Or is that an excuse for us to never even start because it won’t work, so why try? And allow me one more turn my dear because could it be that the reason we’ve formed that opinion is because that’s what we’re being led to? Does the controlling class want us to feel so muh pressure (of success, of survival, of extissentialism, of remorse, of failure, of connotations, of-) at the bottom that we don’t even attempt the uprising because we’re too comfortable or tired?
But I was talking about procrastinating attempting to find an organic ancient city in minecraft by attempting to build a modal popout again and procrastinating that by writing my first blog post. And the wheel turns, yes? I almost got up and started doing laundry while I was in the midst of writing this. Am I procrastinating or am I just mentally ill? Which is true, I’ve been off my anti-depressants for about a year now, and I’ve just started to feel the effects of that last month. Pretty good for me, in my opinion. So, now, I can officially say that I’ve begun my dream of publishing my writing. I have taken one thing off of my list. You can say you’ve read my exact first blog post that was up before I almost even finished the blog. (I did end up doing so because the idea of someone clicking onto my blog before it was finished was horrifying.) So, there’s something off of your list that you didn’t even know was on there.
To our continuous meetings,
Terra
P.S. Here’s the Picrew link for my pfp: https://picrew.me/image_maker/1414503
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Maybe Giant!Sapnap and Tiny!Dream noms? Sapnap tries to protect Dream by eating him and Dream panics thinking that he's going to die but then he realizes that he's safe?
I don't se so many g!sapnap with t!dream or t!george noms
Finally, pain has subsided so i can finally write! Yaay! Also, remember my requests are open so feel free to send some in!
Warnings: Mentions of almost death and injury, soft vore
Words: 1.3K+
The three of them ran from the incoming Piglins that weren’t so far behind them, so maybe coming to the nether a little bit unprepared was a bit of a mistake, because they were now being targeted but a lot of the inhabitants of this flaming realm.
They were being chased by Piglins as they had no gold, Ghasts were eyeing them and Hoglins thought they finally had a plaything.
“Look- We’re almost there!”. Screamed George, the three had almost made it to their nether portal, finally, they’d be safe from whatever endeavours were here and escape into their more peaceful and adaptable realm, the Overworld.
But maybe hopes were looking a little too high wouldn’t you think? Because George was way ahead of the two of them, somehow, with Sapnap and Dream being somewhat left behind.
Suddenly, Sapnap tripped slightly, almost falling to the ground until Dream grabbed him and pulled him up, continuing to run to the portal.
They looked ahead to see George leaning outward from the portal, reaching out his hand to take theirs. Then a strange cry was heard from behind them, from a Ghast. They booked it as much as they could to George, but ultimately too late.
The Ghast’s fire charge hit the portal, hitting George with it. “GEORGE!” the two screamed but saw no flying George, he must’ve gotten through the portal before it was destroyed. The two looked back, seeing the other mobs behind them.
They had to continue to run, somewhere where the two of them would at least be safe until somebody came to get them since none of them had a flint and steel.
The two of them pulled a 180, heading upwards towards the ceiling, “Cover me!”, Sapnap yelled as he pulled out a pickaxe, Dream crouched down, pulled out his bow and began to shoot at the incoming enemies. Sapnap mined into the netherrack, making a tunnel.
Once he was done, he pulled Dream into the tunnel and covered the entrance with more netherrack, blocking them from the mobs on the outside, with the mobs being gone the two finally got a break.
The two panted, Sapnap dropping to the floor and Dream leaning his hand on the wall. Sapnap looked over to Dream, “Y-you, okay?”. Dream snapped his hand towards Sapnap.
“Am I okay? AM I OKAY?! After everything that just happened?! You asked if I’m, okay?! George could be fucking dead Sapnap!”.
Sapnap’s eyes widened, “D-dream.”. “If it weren’t for you, we might’ve made it!”. “DREAM!”, “WHAT?!”. “If George had died, we would’ve seen the message on our communicators!”.
Dream immediately pulled out his communicator in a huff, scanning it for any mention of what their friends’ fate could be, to find none.
“H-he’s okay, see?”. Sapnap huffed, Dream looked at him with guilt in his eyes, “Sorry Sap I-“. “It’s fine Dream, don’t worry about it, I get it”. The two looked at each other, both with worry in their expressions, Dream made his way to Sapnap and sat down next to him.
“So, what now?”. Sapnap huffed, “We can’t get back to our old portal since it was destroyed and well, covered by mobs, we’ll have to make through the nether until we find somebody”. “How are we gonna do that? We came unprepared.”.
“Didn’t you inherit some nether traits from your dad or something?”. Sapnap sighed, “Besides heat resistance, nothing”. “Fuck”.
“It’s best we just adventure out then and hope we find another way home then.”. “Right.”.
The two stood up after their break, and began to mine through the nether’s ceiling, and soon enough found ground as their tunnel finally found a way into the nether once again, the two carefully made their way down from the ceiling and began to wander again, hopefully going to find somebody or a portal.
The two were now in a slightly open area, a warped forest not too far away. Things were actually surprisingly okay for a while until they were surrounded again…
Mobs had found their way to them again, Sapnap being the person he was, pushed Dream behind him, putting himself between them and the monsters.
“Sapnap!”, Dream wanted to resist, not wanting to stand by but that was simply impossible as his once average height friend turned giant, he stared in amazement as his friend began to stomp on the mobs, that was until his friend got hit by a ghast.
Sapnap turned around to face the ghast, but his attention subverted as Dream almost got hit by a mob, which was quickly stomped on by Sapnap, it was clear that Sapnap wasn’t able to focus on so many things at once and Dream couldn’t help with being out of arrows.
So, Sapnap swiftly picked up Dream and threw him into his mouth and jumped off the edge into the lava, he dove in. And once he surfaced, he felt Dream squirming, not wanting his friend to get hurt accidentally by lava he swallowed. He was promptly hit by Dream on the way down, but it was worth it.
Once he reached Sapnap’s storage stomach, there was immediate kicking and punching, “SAPNAP! LET ME OUT!”, he put a hand to the squirming man and applied pressure, amplifying his movements, “Sap-“, “Calm down Dream, you’re safe. Remember, demon trait?”. “Right, am I in your storage?”. “Yep.”.
Sapnap despite not inheriting a lot of demonic abilities much like his father, did inherit the biology of fire resistance, size-shifting and of course the ability to store things within him, making him the perfect person to hide inside of, but otherwise, that was all he really inherited from his father.
He sighed, “What now?”. “Well, it looks like you’re going to have to swim across the lava until you find land”.
Sapnap groaned in frustration as Dream laughed, “Argh! I hate you”. Sapnap said in a huff and got a rub from Dream in return, who was now comfortably laying in his friend's stomach, “Be quiet and get along will you?”.
He swam for a while and eventually found land, he was contemplating letting Dream but realised the danger he would put his friend into and decided against it, so he wandered for a while, which was a bit difficult with a few tight fits, he almost got stuck in a hole.
And then after what seemed like hours, he heard his name. “Sapnap?! Oh, my muffin, are you okay?!” he heard and turned his head, to see his father running towards him on a ledge, he leaned down towards his father, who held his cheeks in worry. “I’m fine Dad”. Was mumbled whilst a worried father checked over his son.
He sighed in relief when he saw no injury, behind him was his stepfather, Skeppy. “Where’s Dream?” asked his father, and in response to that blushed and looked away, Bad looked confused and worried for a moment until he realised what that meant. “Awhh! Sappy! No need to be embarrassed about it!”. He smiled.
Then Bad changed size himself, putting Skeppy on his shoulder and helping his son onto the ledge, Dream had put together what he had happened, “Sap, ask if they’ve seen George!”. “Oh, right!”. Bad looked over,
“Dad? Have you seen George?”. “Yes of course I have, he was a bit injured with burns and we treated him before we came, he’s okay don’t worry!”.
Sapnap sighed in relief and soon they made their way to the nether portal, which Dream was finally let out and the four of them made it back to the overworld safely.
Dream and Sapnap crowded a slightly injured George and the three of them were reunited with each other after that massive and unpredictable adventure but were glad about how things came out.
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