#another near friendship ender

[reblog-house]

On A Clearing

Characters: Scar, mention of all Life series winners, minus the April Fool's one. oh, and a little bird!

Wc: 1040 (woops. it was fine on 1001 and then i rewrote a few things)

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 248, "Watching Birds"

Ao3: Here!

Scar breathed.

It was silent in the clearing. Finally.

It’s not… he didn’t mind the other winners being around. It was interesting, at least.

Nobody was just as he remembered them last, like progress had been undone, down to the game they each won, and then gone in a new direction. 

Martyn wasn’t the pathetic dog who died to a piglin brute on the second week and then spent the rest of his time as yellow acting as police; who fell into the void trying to steal the kill on the dragon; and who perma-died to a bad ender pearl throw on a ladder. But he also wasn’t just the ruthless man who stole his own ally’s life to win.

Pearl wasn’t the woman who protected her teammates until the very end and whom he had to fight despite her unending kindness to him and their short-lived alliance, where she attempted to sacrifice herself for him. But she also wasn’t just the crazy witch who lived in her tower, betrayed and alone, who Scar shared the joy of torturing their soulmates with, and who left a trail of blood behind her when it was time to bring the game to an end.

Scott wasn’t the self-sacrificing savior who only died on his own terms and nobody else’s, the only other person to also be consistently nice to him, but who Scar had to leave when choosing sides. But he’s not only… Well, no. He’s always been justice-driven. That’s never changed.

And Grian wasn’t the man he shared a few good moments with before never seeing again, once Grian finally found the friendship he was so desperate for in the form of Cleo and Etho.

Though maybe, this Grian, the one who only lived through 3rd Life, was the closest there was to whom he last knew. He wouldn’t have said that in Last Life (definitely not), or Double, or even Limited Life. But Secret Life…

They could’ve been friends again. And for a moment, he thought they would be. Until he had to do the opposite of what everyone said and Grian asked to be friends.

It was fine. At least he got a few moments with Pearl at the very end. 

He entered the final days knowing he had to join either Pearl or Scott. He only sided with her because she was near when the decision had to be made, but he didn’t regret it. For once, he felt like he belonged, like he was part of a team. Even if his title was just honorary. 

And maybe, the next Scar and the next Grian would be friends. 

He hoped the next Scar and Pearl were too.

He didn’t mind the other winners being there, but it would be better if everything wasn’t as tense. 

Martyn had been shocked at first and then started laughing. Pearl took in his face, corrupted, and her eyes turned sad, like she knew. Scott looked at Grian. And Grian had closed off. 

The buzzing of a bee brought him out of his thoughts. It was flying around his face. He jostled his arm and—

Oh, right. The flowers infesting his face, jutting out from his jaw, his cheeks.

When he first noticed the sprouts, he didn’t consider his relationship with bugs.

He let the bee go. Best not risk a sting.

Suddenly, he was made aware of the cheep and chatter of the birds. 

Over in the distance, small birds jumped from branch to branch. A bird with wings splayed covering its nest, feeding its hatchlings. Another flying from a corner of the clearing to the other.

They made a chorus. 

How long had he been there, for the birds to not see him as a threat?

The grass was a cushion under him. He let his hood fall, and his torso too.

The stem of the sunflower growing from the nape of his neck was a pressure against his head, now laid down. He cringed. Not knowing what would happen if he crushed the flower, he turned his head to the side, setting it free.

World turned to the side, little hops, a small gray bird with a tail as long as its body came close, tiny head turned, like himself. It stopped a foot away and started chirping.

“Hello there,” he said with a smile. He reached with one hand, leaving space between him and the bird. 

The bird hopped closer to it, curious. 

“I don’t have any food, if that’s what you’re after. Sorry, my friend. Maybe next time.”

It chirped again and Scar huffed a laugh. 

“You are a friendly one, aren’t you? Alright, alright, you can stay. Not sure what else is there for you to see but I’m here.”

It hopped even closer, now right on his face, near his cheek. It turned its little head again.

“Oh, you’re curious about the poppies too? I’d be more weirded out, but I’m not the only one who’s changed. Do you like my new look?” He moved his hand to his chest in mock pride and made a face. “I’m particularly proud of my sunflower.”

Nothing to be proud of. He didn’t do anything to get the flowers. They didn’t even take a day or an hour to grow. They were there already, buds that opened up.

He chose to ignore that fact. His little bird friend wouldn’t understand the nuances of making something grow and something growing on you. 

The bird looked at him like he was speaking nonsense. Maybe he was.

He sighed. “Yeah, I don’t know what I’m doing. Seeing how long I can stay out before they send a search party, I guess. If that’s even a thing.” He frowned. “Do more people exist here? Are there even villagers?”

The bird hopped back once.

“Yeah, you’re right. Best not worry them. Nnh…” he stretched, pushing himself up. Once standing, his vision blacked out for a second as he regained his balance. When his vision came back, the bird had flown to a nearby branch, observing him.

“Well, I’ll be going now. It was nice to meet you, little guy!” 

He turned around and walked the way he came, hood laying against his back, forgotten.

[duckandash]

while he could claim to know a good amount about a wide variety of topics, axel couldn't claim to know much about wines outside of what his taste buds had told him through the years. when out with others, he just followed their lead. so if ender was giving his stamp of approval? he trusted the godling on the topic more than practically anyone else here that it was good.

"it's all about the changing of the seasons, harvest, and friendship, right?" he took another sip from his glass (a gulp that was probably bigger than would be appropriate damn near elsewhere). it went down fast and smooth, making it very clear how far along he was. "don't think they'd say no."

ender didn't even have to tap into his domain for the party to be lively and fully of life. it was nice to know that his friends were all enjoying themselves because they wanted to and didn't need his help in doing so. it made him relax a bit more, allowing himself to enjoy it just as well not feeling like he had to be life of the party for once... though he was a son of dionysus so it just came naturally to him.  "i do not think it is fair that they used wine that is only located here," ender said complaining as he sipped his own glass of wine. "i mean each wine tastes different depending on where it is grown. for example a chardonnay from napa valley tastes much different than one from côte de beaune in burgundy. using a wine that is not grown in the mortal worlds--" he let out a small whistle that indicated he was impressed. because honestly he was. "do you think they will give oliver or me one of the grape seeds so we can grow it back home? never have i tasted a wine that tastes like sunshine before."

[redorich]

to those who carried on

A fic for @petrichormeraki​ and their Hermit!Tommy AU.

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The hermits know Tommy as a quiet young man who is very sad and contemplative. The more time they spend with him (against his will, but they know he needs the company) the more they learn of the little details. His favorite block is cobblestone, he likes building towers, and apparently his favorite woman is the Queen. They don’t ask why he wears a smiley mask even though he never seems happy. They don’t ask why he hides important things in his ender chest. They don’t ask why he wears a shattered compass on a chain about his neck.

(Once, he died in lava and lost his absolute mind. He was so upset about the compass that he didn’t even mention the stack and a half of diamond ore he had on him. Xisuma ended up manually rolling back the server just so Tommy could have it back.)

As time goes on, the tremors in Tommy's hands grow lesser. His dull blond hair seems a bit brighter, his bruises fade quicker, he doesn’t look quite so skinny-- he spends his time serenely building, resource gathering instead of running and fighting. He has a sense of humor under all that trauma, which the hermits unfortunately find out after another massive-scale prank war thought to be instigated by Grian actually turns out to be Tommy's fault.

Tommy starts swearing more. Doc gets the stink eye from Stress for this, but Doc insists he’s never once sworn around the young man. (That’s an absolute lie, but it wasn’t anything Tommy hadn’t heard before. Tommy thinks Doc is remarkably unoriginal in his cursing. He does take note of the German ones, though.)

Inviting Tommy to PvP minigames can be touchy, they learn. He likes to fight, but he fights like an animal with nothing to lose. Grian once chanted, “It stays in the pit!” and everyone present had to spend the next five minutes wrangling Tommy’s soul back into his body from wherever it’d floated off to.

Tommy likes to glide with his elytra. He claims he’s never had one before, but he flies like such a natural that a few people have their doubts. On a dark desert night, with dark blue eyes watching the night sky, he confides to Cub that it reminds him of the way his dad used to fly. He hates rockets, though. He does not confide to Cub that it reminds him of what his brother did to his best friend. He says enough that Cub can guess, though.

Scar gets fed up with Tommy’s creeper holes and makes Tommy help him fix them. At first, Tommy has no clue why Scar is breaking out things like coarse dirt and birch leaves and making the ground all fancy, but he’s not afraid of a little hard work and Scar makes it fun. He learns a lot about terraforming that day, and awkwardly comes back a few days later asking if Scar needs any more help terraforming. Tommy still hasn’t built a real base, not by Hermitcraft standards, but the small hill he’s built his dirt hut near now has a very beautiful, if amateurish, waterfall. He doesn’t tell Scar about this, but Scar finds out anyway. Tommy wakes up one morning to find that someone has left a shulker box in his house. Instead of iron-gripped paranoia, he just feels wonder that someone would give him a gift-- to the hermits, a single shulker box is nothing. To Tommy, it’s everything.

The shulker box contains coarse dirt, birch leaves, and a silk touch shovel.

Tommy helps Xisuma mine a giant hole in the ground near bedrock, because he realizes that he’s never thanked the admin for getting him his compass back. Well, that and the fact that instamining with a haste two beacon and an efficiency five pickaxe is a novelty. Xisuma lets him keep the cobble, since everyone knows it’s Tommy’s favorite block, but also insists he keep some of the other blocks like andesite and diorite. He pats Tommy on the head and tells him to talk to Bdubs about building a house some time. Tommy nods. He's taken aback by how tall Xisuma is, completely contrasting his mild nature. He reminds Tommy of Wilbur, on one of his good days before... Before. Not Ghostbur, though-- the admin is much too alive.

Tommy waits too long, so eventually Bdubs comes to him. The man is silly and outrageous, playing everything for laughs and unexpectedly tender. Bdubs plays up how beautiful he thinks Tommy’s hideous dirt shack is, then offers to help him build a house that’s better. For Tommy, building a house means settling down, accepting that this is his home now. Bdubs doesn’t know this. Tommy builds cobblestone dicks while Bdubs tries to lecture him about depth and block variation. Nothing gets done and Bdubs feels like he might have failed, but come next week Bdubs is flying over the area and sees the dicks are gone; so is the dirt house. In its place is a spruce-and-cobble cottage nestled near the tiny waterfall. Off to the side, he’s made a cozy doghouse for his fox, Theo. Bdubs doesn’t know how close that fox came to being named Fundy.

He spars with False, and she very pointedly does not mention how his stances are uniquely suited to a piglin. There’s only one renowned fighter who’s a piglin, after all. It's Tommy’s story to tell, if he ever does, why he’s seen enough of the legendary Technoblade’s fights to pick up on his stances, yet he’s not experienced enough to know that they don’t suit him. Instead, False gives him different stances suited more for tall, skinny people like the two of them. She’s got blond hair and blue eyes just like him. (Not that she’d know. She’s never seen his eyes, hidden behind his mask as they are.) Every now and then, he imagines her as an older sister, and the one time he says so, she smiles. When Tommy’s at home, looking at his own distorted reflection in his waterfall (he’s improved it since he built it), he muses that their eyes aren’t the same, their hair colors are subtly off. It’s close enough, he thinks.

Stress dies from fall damage and Tommy goes out of his way to pick up her stuff, because the hermits do these things out of the kindness of their hearts. The thought never even crosses their minds to steal. It crosses his mind. He doesn’t do it. Stealing from Stress would be like stealing from Niki.

He shows up at Cleo’s base unannounced and demands to see the “cool shit”. He is appropriately enthused by the giant armor-stand-bugs. She tries teaching him her armor stand magic, but it doesn’t really sink in. It’s okay, she assures him, most people don’t have the knack for it. He does, however, learn that buttons make excellent decorations. He also learns how to braid hair, bribed by ice cream. He is terrible at it, to the point where Joe has to come by to help the two untangle her hair so Tommy can start again. Watching the two bicker over capitalism and six million armor stands and a whole host of other inside jokes he doesn’t get, he thinks he’s starting to understand what friendship is supposed to be like. Joe and Cleo don’t see him clutching his compass. He and Tubbo weren’t too far off from this, given their circumstances. Maybe...

Maybe Tubbo can be forgiven.

Tommy makes minigames of his own, ones that don’t just kill you and steal your stuff. He builds things that are pretty instead of just functional, brews potions with Stress and only calls them drugs once (again, upsetting her is like upsetting Niki. Best not done), and sets up chicken bombs above people’s bases instead of just lavacasting them. (As Grian saw the hundreds of chickens slowly raining down upon his mansion, he got such a peculiar look on his face that Tommy feared he’d fucked up. The shorter, stronger (much stronger oh god why is he so strong despite being so small) man nearly crushed Tommy’s lungs in a hug, proclaiming how proud he was of Tommy. Tommy was proud of himself for not accidentally murdering Grian out of reflex. Was this what healing was like?)

Yes. It is what healing is like. Tommy knows this because that wound gets ripped open again. Tango shows him how to build the most obnoxious redstone-powered noise machine the two can think of. Tango digs a small pit, and asks Tommy to throw down his axe. Suddenly, Tommy’s in Logstedshire again; it’s not Tango asking, it’s Dream. His hands don’t shake when he tosses his axe into the pit, followed by his sword and his armor. It isn't until he’s placed the TNT down that Tango grabs his wrist and asks him what he’s doing. Tommy’s eyes clear enough that he can see past the blond hair and freckles. Tango isn’t green, he’s red. He's shorter than Dream, and his worried eyes are unhidden. Tommy shudders, then tells Tango everything.

Tango has no pity for Tommy, just understanding and sympathy. He doesn’t push Tommy to talk about it, but when Tommy’s done telling his story, Impulse and Zedaph show up. They all pretend that Tommy’s voice isn’t hoarse, that they all didn’t conveniently happen to look away when Tommy took off his mask just long enough to wipe his eyes. The men bake a cake together, fool around with honey blocks, and don’t talk about it.

Tommy knows very little about redstone, considers himself more of a builder and a fighter than an engineer. Still, Mumbo’s living base is inspiring, and Tommy often hangs around the man’s industrial district just to watch Mumbo work. Mumbo knows that Tommy hasn’t purchased a day pass, but it’s nice having someone around to talk to while he works. It’s not like Tommy is stealing anything. (Tommy totally steals from Mumbo’s industrial district storage system. The man’s farms are so efficient that he doesn’t even notice, so Tommy assumes it’s fine. What Mumbo doesn’t know won’t hurt him.)

Lava still isn’t his favorite thing in the world. He stays far away from it, instead of imagining what it would be like to hurtle towards it. Ren doesn’t really notice this, but he does notice that Tommy doesn’t seem to like his mustafarian base. On a spur-of-the-moment whim, Ren whips up some absurd plotline in which he is a lone weary traveller seeking refuge at Tommy’s base from strange alien overlords. The two have fun together, and the young man cracks more absurd jokes about it than the hermits have ever seen him do. When Ren leaves a week later to return to his own base, Tommy keeps being absurd, if a bit more subdued without someone to play off of. He builds a shrine to the “prime log”, which grows more elaborate each day. Beef and xB pretend to be his acolytes, despite having no clue what a “twitch prime” is.

They can’t see his face, but the smile in his voice is a far cry from the despondency he once wore like a heavy cloak. He is so much more animated and alive, full of motivation. He builds an entire island in three days, and hand-delivers an invitation to each and every hermit for his beach party. Everyone shows up, even those with packed schedules (Iskall) and those with introverted tendencies (Etho). Tommy is nearly moved to tears when they show up in groups of twos and threes, as though he hadn’t expected anyone to come. There aren’t enough chairs for everyone, but there is more than enough cake to go around. Tango brings drinks, Impulse brings meat to barbecue, and Zedaph makes an elaborate jump-powered grill. Keralis brings way too much confetti and several handfuls of cheap, obnoxious party noisemakers. Stress brings Tommy a crown made out of alliums. It shines far less than his brother’s gold crown, and it’ll die in a few days, but he wears it all night and keeps it in his ender chest until it withers away.

He spends five days teaching himself to make flower crowns. Even his best attempt is awful, nowhere near as pretty as the crowns Stress makes, but when he gives it to her, she takes off the one she was wearing and wears his until it falls apart.

He dies fighting a creeper on Grian’s behalf, and doesn’t even panic, because he trusts that however many times he dies, no matter how stupid or ignominious or revolutionary or important, Xisuma will always let him respawn.

He spends a grand total of nine diamonds to buy a single plot of land in the shopping district. He builds a cute little bench facing the sunset, with warmly glowing street lights on either side and a small garden. At the end of the bench he places a jukebox, and buys every single disc that Beef’s music shop sells, including Pigstep. He sits on the bench while Mellohi plays and watches the tiny silhouettes of his friends flying in the evening sky. Tommy looks alone on that bench, even if he seems happy, so sometimes other people stop by to sit with him. Scar declares the bench area a public park, since everyone likes it so much, and refunds Tommy his nine diamonds straight from the throne.

[samplingmoonsters]

What if Techno is like a walking heater cause he's from the Nether and Dream who's naturally cold??

Snow crunches under their feet, warm clouds of fog escaping frozen lips, evaporating quickly in the icy air like ghosts. Endless whiteness surrounds the pair, an empty canvas yearning for a splash of color. But there are no colors for miles, nothing but an abyss of white, except for the red cloak fluttering in the wind like the wings of a newborn bird. Not for the first time, olive green eyes find themself staring at the only interesting color since they started their never-ending journey through the north.

He stares at the broad back of the warrior, well aware of the muscles hidden behind the thick fabric. A hog-like snort escapes his companion as the tall warrior lets out a hot gust of wind. Dream’s tired, freezing body jerks at the loud noise. They haven’t spoken to each other for hours, only Dream’s exhausted breath and the snow crunching under their feet filling the silence around them.

Olive-green eyes widen and he stumbles back, almost falling into the snow, as Techno rams the end of his ax into the snow next to him. They stop in their tracks, finally giving the ex-prisoner’s body a precious second to rest after hours and hours of non-stop walking. Dream’s chest rises and falls in a mix of exhaustion and fear as he stares at Techno’s back. Even after spending weeks in a tiny cell together, building a relationship that doesn’t fit into any category but runs far deeper than simple friendship, Dream’s still gets nervous when he’s confronted with the view of a sharp object. A spike of anxiety settles into his chest, his fear rising the longer he has to look at the damn netherite ax sticking out of the snow.

He trusts Techno more than anyone else on the SMP but it is still hard to let go of old fears even after months of recovering in the Piglin's small cottage. Swallowing, Dream forces his body to relax and instead moves his eyes towards Techno’s face. Anything to distract himself from the weapon still glinting in the corner of his vision like a poisonous snake ready to strike.

At one point, Technoblade has turned towards him, ember eyes staring at the lanky blond, “We should search for a place to rest for tonight.” Techno murmurs before picking his ax back up, swinging it over his shoulder before walking straight towards the line of woods surrounding the snow-covered trail.

“Ah- wait for me!” Dream calls after the other man, small feet stamping through the snow like a newborn fawn who is just learning how to walk from their mother.

Away from the trail, the snow is even higher, reaching Dream’s knees and causing the blond to get stuck on multiple occasions. He has a hard time keeping up with the pink-haired man who doesn’t seem to have any problems navigating through the snowy landscape, his thick leather boots keeping him from sinking into the snow unlike Dream’s pathetic excuse of footwear which can’t even keep his feet decently warm. He can already feel his toes starting to freeze off. If this goes on he won’t have any feet to complain about coming tomorrow morning.

If it weren't for Techno's strong hands pulling him out every now and then Dream would be forever stuck in the middle of the woods.

"Be careful where you are stepping." Techno grunts after pulling Dream out of the snow for what must be the tenth time.

Dream grumbles a curse under his breath, patting the snow from the pants before throwing a dark glare at his companion, "I do! It's not my fault the snow is, like-- ten feet high!" He stomps his feet into the snow, his childish tantrum only resulting in him soaking his pants even more.

Dream could practically hear the other roll his eyes, "Don't be dramatic...it's not that deep." As if to prove his point Techno stomps one foot into the snow. The appendage barely sinks into the snow. But all too soon Techno’s attention is stolen away once more by the distant howls of wolves. The warrior grips his ax tightly, red eyes jumping around the trees, searching for any potential danger while he waits for Dream to stop sulking around so they could start moving forward again.

Dream lets out a huff, seemingly indifferent about the continuing howls. He knows that Techno will keep him safe, so he doesn’t even bother taking out the dagger hidden inside his dark-green coat. It’s not like he would be any good in a fight. Ever since they escaped the prison, Dream quickly realized that his hands would never be able to truly hold weapons of any kind anymore, not with how much they trembled and shook. He’s happy that he could hold a cup of tea without spilling hot liquid everywhere, and hey, he can even hold a spoon without too much of a hitch.

Small progress as Techno would say.

And maybe, with a lot of training and patience, he would even be able to hold an ax again one day.

Though, that dream is rather blurry for now. Let’s rather focus on re-learning how to use a knife and fork for the moment....or Techno would have to help him cut his steak forever and that’s just fucking embarrassing. He already feels like a helpless child 75% of the time when it comes to holding anything.

Which also includes not being able to walk on snow like his companion.

Fucking piglin hybrids and their natural ability to walk over loose ground.

"...that doesn't prove anything. You-you're used to walking through snow." Crossing his arms, Dream glares at a random patch of snow near Techno's left foot. Now that they have stopped moving, Dream can feel the unbearable coldness sinking into his already half-frozen skin. Dream hates to admit it, but he does have a low tolerance when it comes to low temperatures. All his life, he has lived in hotter regions, places where the sun never stops shining all year round, and where hurricanes and heavy storms are a monthly concurrence. But now, he's forced to live in a snowy biome, far away from the sun, where it never stops snowing and the nights are long.

Dream couldn't remember when he last felt truly warm. Even in the safety of Techno's beloved cottage, there's still something cold lingering in his chest, freezing his body from the inside...

Maybe that's just his trauma showing his ugly head... Nevertheless, Dream really missed lying among the flowers, grass tickling his cheeks while he let the sun heat up his body.

And while the prison had been warm, unbearable so, the warmth wasn't the same as the feeling of sun rays on his freckled skin.

Ender, when was the last time he had worn a crop top? Felt like a billion years ago. He couldn't even wear cute outfits in this shitty weather. Fucking Antarctica...

Yearning for an outlet for his building frustration, Dream angrily kicks a small pile of snow, accidentally spraying Techno's face with the powdery substance.

For a second the woods go deathly silent as if the trees themselves could feel the tension rising between the rivals. The two men stare at each other, a silent battle taking place. Techno's narrowed red eyes promise unbearable pain, causing Dream to fidget nervously.

If there is one thing Dream hates more than raw potatoes it's complete silence. He remembers a time when silence didn't bother him. A time when he could linger in his base far underground unbothered by the pure quietness surrounding him, even enjoying it. He was used to being alone, doing his own thing, a lone wolf some would call him, but after the whole prison thing...Dream began to hate the sound of his own voice, the silence that would linger after he screamed his lungs out either from hours of torture or talking nonstop to his own reflection in the lava.

Yeah, he would much rather listen to Techno's monotone voice for hours, all day long, if it means he wouldn't have to listen to his own scrambled thoughts.

"Uh...Tech--"

Before Dream could finish his sentence his feet suddenly left the ground as his tall, lanky body was raised from the snow. The blond squeezed his eyes tightly, expecting to be body slammed into the cold abyss for revenge but instead, he felt a pleasant warmth surrounding him from all sides.

Fluttering his eyes open he's met with the sight of Techno's broad chest. Jerking his head up he stares at the piglin but the other is ignoring him, red eyes stubbornly looking forward as they continue their way through the foggy woods. Green eyes focus on the warm puffs of air escaping Techno's pink lips, the way his sharp tusks glint in the faint light like hidden daggers, and how his red eyes seem to sparkle brighter than the ice crystals littering the ground. This close, Techno's beauty is almost otherworldly.

Truly the God of Bones and Blood.

And now the God is carrying him. Carrying him bridal style while curling his precious red cape around them both.

Dream's cheeks quickly catch on fire at the unexpected turn of events.

Forcing himself to relax, he leans his cheek against Techno's armored chest, almost jerking back in surprise at how warm the other feel even through the thick layer of metal.

Oh Gods, Techno is burning, a steady warmth spilling from him in waves like a dying star. With the cape curled around them, keeping the cold air away and trapping Techno's body heat, Dream feels like he's sitting in a furnace.

A very soft, grumpy furnace.

He almost forgot how warm Techno is. When they were still in prison Dream didn’t really notice Techno’s abnormal body heat. Back then everything, the air, the water, the obsidian blocks, was hot to the touch. Soon Techno’s body heat just turned into another source of heat in the already stuffy cell.

Now, Dream welcomed the warmth.

For what feels like the first time in months, Dream feels the coldness leaves his body.

Letting out a sound that comes close to a purr, Dream leans back against Techno's chest. With his cheek pressed against the other’s armored chest, he can clearly hear Techno's strong heartbeat. The steady sound pulls him into a placid state where each one of his problems and haunting memories leaves his mind for a little while until all he can feel is the vibration of Techno's heart and the strong hands holding him up.

Protecting him.

"Just so you know, if the wolves decide to attack us, I'm throwing you into the snow." Technoblade's monotone voice drifts through the blurry edges of his mind, almost throwing him out of his serene bubble.

Not wanting to leave the peaceful corner of his mind just yet, Dream cuddles deeper into Techno's chest, successfully ignoring the Piglin's warning.

Above him Techno let out a long, tired sigh, yet, the hands around his waist are pressing him closer, a silent promise to shield him from any upcoming danger.

With a small smile on his lips, Dream lets himself sink into the peaceful abyss, the sound of Techno's heartbeat guiding him. He falls asleep to the familiar lullaby of Techno’s heartbeat.

And so, far up in the north where the sun rarely shines and the snow never stops falling, the blond warrior found his own sun to warm up his broken soul.

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This ask has been sitting in my inbox for weeks! Sorry that it took me so long, dear anon! I hope you like it!

[dragonshifter-minecraft]

Dragonshifter - A Dream Team AU

CURRENTLY ON HIATUS

My AO3 can be found here!

In a hybrid (modded) Minecraft/Fantasy world, Dream is a recognized dragon slayer that, unknown to the masses, can transform into a dragon. In reality, he’s never actually slain a dragon – he’s just really good at illusionary spells. Since the day he ran away from home, he has never seen another person like him. That is, until he runs into a fellow named George…

FULL STORY CONTENT WARNINGS (Spoilers!): SOFT/SAFE VORE, Vore Mentions, Mouthplay, Implied Past Child Abuse, Villain Character Death, Temporary Character Death, Implied Character Death, Blood and Injury, Major Character Injury, Peril, Near Death Experiences, Mild Gore, Zombies, Zombification, Giant Spiders, Fear, Mild Language (this list will likely be updated)

Everything will be marked accordingly, so feel free to block tags or skip over chapters whose contents you might not enjoy. Don’t like, don’t read – it’s as simple as that! Here be dragons!

Disclaimer: I’m a female and I don’t know how to write male characters. This whole thing is kinda just writing practice / self-indulgence for me. Also, this isn’t DreamNotFound (or any kind of ship-fic for that matter) but do expect some purely platonic bromance here and there. Interpret it however you will, but it will not be overtly shippy.

One-Shots:

The Pilot and the False-God

A Prank of Draconic Proportions

Totem of the Seas

Main Story:

Added a read-more to keep things neat - click to see the full chapter list

Part I

Prologue

Chapter 1 - Scales

Chapter 2 - George

Chapter 3 - Fireproof

Chapter 4 - New World

Chapter 5 - Shattered Skies

Chapter 6 - History

Chapter 7 - Aurum

Chapter 8 - Blood Moon (contains vore)

Chapter 9 - Trapped (contains vore)

Chapter 10 - Daylight

Chapter 11 - First Flight

Chapter 12 - Dragon Hunted

Chapter 13 - Creature Comforts (contains vore)

Part II

Prologue II

Chapter 14 - The Merchant

Chapter 15 - Prejudice

Chapter 16 - Morning Flight

Chapter 17 - Draconic Friendship

Chapter 18 - Name-Calling

Chapter 19 - Twice Hunted

Chapter 20 - Dimensions

Chapter 21 - Trapped Together (contains vore)

Chapter 22 - Green Recluse

Chapter 23 - Dragon Fire

Chapter 24 - The Dare (contains vore)

Chapter 25 - Departure

Part III — In-Progress

Prologue III

Chapter 26 - Dragon Ender

Chapter 27 - Dragon’s Blood

Chapter 28 - Mercy

Chapter 29 - Twenty Questions

Chapter 30 - Truce

Chapter 31 - Uphill Climb

Chapter 32 - Reconvening

Chapter 33 - The Team

Chapter 34 - The Nether

Chapter 35 - Dragon Hunters

Chapter 36 - Seeing Eye

[kiara-w]

The Favor. (a Rewind meets Canon ficlet)

This a ficlet based on the fanfic Rewind by @a-non-ymouswriter, and exploring an au within the fanfic. The “Rewind meets cannon” au is based around what would’ve happened if Tommy and Tubbo from a very bad future time traveled at the time Tommy was killed and revived by Dream.

And today, we look at The Syndicate.

Apologies for any grammar errors, english is not my first language.

Wanna read more ficlets?

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"Ranboo, are you okay?" Niki asks.

He is not okay, he is far from being okay.

Even so, Ranboo tries his best not to stutter. "I'm fine. Completely fine." He smiles at Niki, who turns to her chair in the syndicate room.

Both of them sit down around the big table. While Niki starts talking about the next plans of her underground city, his mind and thoughts are eating him with guilty and nervousness.

But why? He chose to talk, no one forced him, he chose to tell Tubbo and Tobias about the Syndicate and its members. He did that willingly because the more help the better, right?

That still makes him a traitor, though.

But it's for a good cause, he tries to convince himself as Philza enters the room. A couple of crows fly down from above to greet him.

"Techno it's not here?" Niki and Ranboo share a look before shaking their heads and despite looking a little concerned, Phil sits down with them. "He told me he wouldn't take long."

"Should we send him a message?" Niki opens her comms. "If he is near he should see-"

They hear the piston door open and Technoblade walks down the stairs.

"Everything alright, mate?" Phil notices a troubled look on Techno's face.

Techno doesn't answer nor sits down. There seems to be a mix of anger and frustration in his eyes. Suddenly, fear grows in Ranboo's mind. He nervously fidgets with his fingers as many questions hit him. Does he know? How could he have found out? Ender, if he discovered that Tobias and Tubbo know because of him, he is done for.

"I got something to announce." That's it. He knows, and he is gonna tell everyone. He'll be considered a traitor, again. This can't be happening.

"The Syndicate has a new member."

"What?" The words escape Ranboo's mouth on accident. But Phil looks equally surprised as him.

"Do you mean Harpocrates?" Niki looks between Phil and Techno.

"No."

Philza stands up from his seat. "Techno, we never talk about this."

The warrior looks at him with tired eyes. "I had no say in this."

The pistons are heard one more time, steps go down the stairs, and Techno moves aside to let them see the person entering the room.

"Theseus is part of the Syndicate now."

This can't be good.

"I told you not to call me by that shitty name." Theo stands beside Techno, his voice sounds annoyed under his mask. The warrior only walks away and sits down in his chair.

To say they are confused is an understatement.

"What’s the meaning of this?" Phil asks Techno.

Theo tilts his head and answers in a fake innocent tone. "What's wrong Philza? Not happy to see your son alive?"

Phil is taken back by the question, he avoids looking at the mask as he sits again looking down. "I just never thought you'd like to join."

"Of course I didn't wanna join this fucking political circus you got."

"Then why are you here?" Niki raises his voice, a little irritated.

Theo looks at Techno, who has his face hidden by his hands in a thinking position. "This pig owns Dream a favor, and I'm here until further notice."

Techno finally speaks. "It's not only for the favor." He looks up to the masked man. "Dream said you have information for us."

This is not good.

"I do actually." Theo walks closer to them, his fingers go over the surface of the table, touching the small foreign frames. "Someone told Dream about the rise of a new country, a powerful one." The ambiance in the room grows tenser. "One with a weapon capable of more damage than any stupid amount of withers you can have. And I'm not talking about the Egg and its shitty followers."

Theo's tone turns sinister.

"What do you know about Snowchester?"

Ranboo is about to pass out.

————— If you're wondering why would Theo join the Syndicate? Quick answer, I thought it would be cool.

Long answer, It's not a normal way of developing a story (I wouldn't recommend it) After I thought "Theo in the Syndicate" I had to imagine the reasons why. Dream it's not in a state to keep tabs on everybody, and without George or Sapnap, the members of the Syndicate are another option for Theo to interact with people, and very slowly, find something close to friendship. (since these people are very different from the ones he knows, it's Rewind vs Canon y'all)

[redrobbingabank]

Choosing

“Sam, I need to go in the prison.” Usually, Quackity’s request brought with it a rush of guilt. No matter how tightly Sam shut his eyes to what he was complicit in, he couldn’t block out the screams.

Today, though, guilt was replaced with dread, creeping through his veins like cream poured into coffee. Quackity would want to be in the main cell. Dream was already there. 

They were in the main entrance to the prison. Sam had been sitting with an open book wracking his brains for any kind of weakness Technoblade could use to try and break Dream out. Quackity had appeared with his axe, warping into existence from the portal. Sam wasn’t sure how he’d gotten through without ringing the bell. In the interest of their friendship, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

Sam shook his head. “You can’t go in, Quackity.” 

He didn’t even know why he was defending Dream. The bastard deserved everything he’d gotten for what he did to Tommy. To the server in general, but mainly Tommy. And he’d made Sam an accomplice.

But the screams were still in his head, and Sam wasn’t ready to look at another bloodied corpse on the cell’s floor.

“What?” Quackity let out a short, incredulous laugh. His good eye twitched. “What do you mean, I can’t go in?” 

“It’s an open investigation. Prison protocol dictates that only the Warden may enter the premises in case of a jailbreak. I can’t let you in, Quackity, I’m sorry.”

Quackity smiled. It looked poisonous. “Sam, come on. We’re business partners. You’ve bypassed protocol for me before, just… do it again.” He eyed the Warden’s passage over Sam’s shoulder.

Sam started tapping his trident against the ground, agitated. “Some would argue that that’s what led to Dream escaping in the first place!” he said. “I can’t let you in.”

“Hey!” Quackity shouted. He stepped forwards until he and Sam were toe to toe, looking directly into each other’s eyes. “Don’t you fucking say that. I never did anything to help Dream escape.”

Though it made his pride smart, Sam backed up until he was no longer in weapon’s range. “I mean, you put Techno in! You told me to lock him up! I’d say that correlates!”

“I mean it Sam, shut the fuck up. Just shut the fuck up,” Quackity spat. “I need to get in the prison, and I’m not leaving until I do.”

In his anger, Sam forgot the secret he was hiding. He threw up his hands. “Fine! Just… follow me. But leave your weapons in the ender chest.”

Quackity glared at him, but Sam glared back until he conceded. Scoffing, he shoved the ender chest in the corner open and emptied his weapons into it, keeping his armor on. “Okay, let’s go.” 

Sam turned on his heel and opened the door, leading Quackity through the Warden’s tunnel. It wasn’t until they were passing the less secured cells that he remembered. It wasn’t like he could do anything about it now, though. His breath froze in his chest as they walked. Maybe Dream could feel the fury radiating off of Quackity from his cell. 

They turned the corner into the room outside the main cell. Sam hadn’t bothered to put the lava back down, close as he’d been since Techno escaped. Which was why, when Quackity looked over, Dream was in full view, near the ledge, waiting for them. 

Everyone was still for a moment. Then, with the distinct feeling of a jack-in-the-box being wound, Quackity turned around. He was grinning incredulously, shoulders shaking with a restrained laugh. “Sam?” he asked. “Why is Dream in the prison?”

Sam kept his face carefully empty. “He requested it,” he said. “Given the original purpose of the prison and the way it’s been forgotten, I felt inclined to indulge him.”

“Indulge him?! This son of a bitch? He doesn’t deserve shit, and you know it!” Quackity yelled, gesturing with his axe behind him. Maybe it would have been smart to make him leave his weapons at the entrance. “So you’ve just been lying to me, for what, a week?”

“You’ve been torturing him, Quackity!” Sam yelled back. “The prison was meant to hold people, no less and no more!”

“Don’t act innocent, Sam. You let me in here, you helped me trap Techno, and now you’ve done this! I’m doing this for the revive book, Sam! Las Nevadas needs the revive book!”

Sam met Quackity’s eyes. “My loyalty is to the prison first, Quackity. THat’s how it has to be. I have to protect its security.”

Quackity shook his head, closing his eyes. “Really. That’s how it is, huh?” His eyes opened, and he swung his axe. Sam didn’t have time to duck before it hit his chest, but he yelled and collapsed with it still buried in his flesh. Blood started to trickle out around it, soaking into his clothes. 

Darkness was quick to close in, dimming Sam’s vision like a sack had been put of his head. “Las Nevadas doesn’t have room for disloyalty, Sam.” Quackity’s voice faded out, Sam’s limbs lost their strength, and the Warden passed out on the prison floor.

[ask-pax]

Whoa... You're the most solid hybrid i ever seen! Such interesting patterns, normally hybrids dont have half and half features, mind giving me some DNA samples? Its going to be so cool to experience It! But- you look kinda lonely, is that your normal face expression or-

"D-Dee En Ay Sandpulls?" he repeated, quick to move when the other came close suddenly. Oh! Another Ender, and a new face he didn't recognize. PAX wondered if he was near a Ender hub to see so many of them around in such a short span of time.

"Um. I... I have Sandstone. Is that the same thing? I can give you that if you want it." After all, sharing blocks was an Ender's way of showing friendship, right?

"Huh? Oh- I- I guess? This is my normal face so..." He wasn't sure how to answer that question.

[jungledubs-archive]

Sy’s Helsmits Masterpost

Figured it would be handy to have a list of all of my Helsmits, not just for y’all, but for me as well! Feel free to send asks about these guys, and check out this series on Ao3 for fics involving them. Not every Hermit is present yet--this list will be updated when/if new Helsmits are added. Some entries are much less detailed than others and that’s because I got lazy, sorry.

Evil Xisuma // Caesar Tag: #Caesarvoid

Nicknamed as such because he’s the ‘leader’ of Helscraft and everybody hates him (and later because he was banned on the Ides of March). This nickname is barely used--he prefers to be known as Evil Xisuma, though after being stuck in Hermitcraft for a while and going through a bit of a redemption arc (the devil went down to georgia on Ao3, may or may not be continued but the events are canon to the timeline), he does adopt it as his proper name to avoid confusion. Caesar is obsessed with taking over Hermitcraft and getting rid of their Xisuma so that he can be the only one. His base, when he finally arrives in Helscraft Season 7, is in a ravine.

Evil Scar // Harvey, BadTimes Tag: #Harvey BadTimes

Originally nicknamed BadTimesWithScar, ‘Harvey’ was a nickname that sprung out of too many stupid pronunciations of ‘Scar’ (Rye said ‘Scarvey’, Trip suggested ‘Harvey’, and it stuck). He’s an ender dragon hybrid and second of the three Hermitcraft-obsessed Helsmits. He was originally more mild-mannered, but after his first encounter with his Hermitcraft counterpart went sour, he’s sworn to tear up everything Scar holds dear. Harvey has a furious rivalry with Buck, which escalated after Harvey was accidentally responsible for Trip losing an eye (upside-down and backwards on Ao3). His base is a volcano with a fortress on the inside, inspired by the home of Smaug in The Hobbit.

Evil Welsknight // Bruce, Helsknight Tag: #Bruce Helsknight

Technically named after Robert the Bruce, his nickname was chosen for him by the other Helsmits because they thought Helsknight was silly (and also got confusing with them all being from Helscraft). He’s third on the hierarchy of ‘obsessed with Hermitcraft’ after Caesar and Harvey, though is less focused on taking over Hermitcraft and getting rid of his counterpart and more on being as much of an inconvenience to Wels as possible. He mostly keeps to himself in Helscraft, too focused on his work with portals, and he’s a bit of a dork and the epitome of ‘you did the work wrong but somehow got the right answer’. He’s semi-allied with some of the other Helsmits, though mostly just for redstone components. His base is a Nether-themed castle, complete with lava moat and confusing maze-like layout. He is very jealous of anybody who has magic or hybrid powers, as he does not.

Evil Mumbo // Balderdash Tag: #Balderdash

He chose his own nickname and is rather proud of it. Balderdash is very closely allied with Charleston, with whom he owns BD&C LTD. and all the associated businesses, including their anything-for-hire service Boon Boom. He’s proud, smart, and snarky, and often refuses to admit his own faults. He couldn’t care less about going to Hermitcraft, and even when he and Charlie accidentally end up there (an unexpected encounter on Ao3), they have no desire to take over the server or get rid of their counterparts. His base is an underground ‘city of gold’, themed around ancient architecture, with futuristic laboratories hidden inside.

Evil Tango // Charleston Tek, Charlie Tag: #Charleston Tek

His name was given to him by Spector and initially rejected, but after he realized it could be shortened, he adopted it proudly. Charlie is the other half of BD&C LTD. and partner to Balderdash, with whom he causes an immense amount of problems. He’s argumentative, spiteful, and equally as smart as Balderdash, though they both claim to be the more intelligent one. His weapon of choice is a crossbow loaded with fireworks. His right shoulder and part of his neck and cheek is covered with a burn scar, which he acquired after an accident with one of Balderdash’s machines and a fire charge. Charlie’s base is an early 1900s-themed city, with his main home being inside an animation studio inspired by Bendy and the Ink Machine.

Evil Grian // Rye, Ryan Tag: #Rye

His nickname was forced upon him by Reckless, who thought it was hilarious, and it quickly caught on, despite his protests. A couple of the other Helsmits call him Ryan, but it’s always with a nod and a wink. Rye is a phantom hybrid and a prankster, though most of his jokes involve destroying something or being otherwise mean. He enjoys spreading rumours about the other Helsmits and starting conflicts. Rye’s base is a skyscraper made to look deliberately dark and gloomy, and he often jokes that it’s a cliche supervillain office and plays into that by sometimes forcing the other Helsmits to meet him on the top floor where he does his best Godfather impression.

Evil Cub // Buck Tag: #Buckfan135

Named Buck after a term used for deer, he’s an ender dragon hybrid and close ally to Trip. His base is a viking village with dragon motifs in a tundra biome. He absolutely hates Harvey and will do anything to try to prove that Harvey is up to no good. Buck’s fairly reclusive and cold, but he can be helpful when he wants to be.

Evil Bdubs // Trip Tag: #Btripleo100

He’s missing an eye after spending multiple days trapped in a death loop created by Harvey (upside-down and backwards on Ao3), but that hasn’t put a damper on his upbeat, belligerent personality. He hardly ever sleeps, though, as he’s always faced with nightmares of his repeated death. His base is a medieval-style dungeon which is sometimes used as such by allied Helsmits.

Evil Doc // Spector, The Inspector Tag: #Spectorm77

Spector, short for Inspector, is half-enderman half-machine and has a flair for the dramatic. Everything is a game with Spector, as he’s always agreeable but forces the other Helsmits to complete annoying tasks, riddles, and treasure hunts to gain his full cooperation. Nobody’s quite sure what his base actually is, because it’s hidden behind a maze of glass that has yet to be penetrated by wit or TNT.

Evil Iskall // Fiver Tag: #58Iskall

Once a human on the quest for efficiency, Fiver is now more redstone and metal than flesh and blood. He’s always upgrading himself and never has time for any of the other Helsmits, though he’s tentatively allied with Doug and Spector. His base is a giant laboratory filled with deadly traps and surrounded by a minefield, which is slowly being taken over by plants as the building falls into neglect despite Fiver’s near-constant use of it.

Evil Ren // Doug Tag: #Ramdoug

Part-wolf, part-ram, part-human, Doug’s a living contradiction and revels in it. He’s truly a wolf in sheep’s clothing and swings wildly from being friendly and agreeable to infuriating all the other Helsmits with his destructive and murderous antics. He lives in a snowy mountain biome with a base themed around the fictional planet of Hoth, plus a half-destroyed Death Star built into the base of the mountain for good measure.

Evil Impulse // Reckless Tag: #RecklessSV

Sly, cheeky, resourceful, and self-centred, Reckless can never hold an ally for long, because he’s always stabbing them in the back. His base stretches deep below the ocean in an inverted pyramid, accessible through a controlled whirlpool. Reckless is aptly-named, for despite his claims that all of his plans are premeditated and thought-over, he spends less time thinking and more time double- and triple-crossing the other Helsmits.

Evil Zedaph // Damon Tag: #DamonPlays

Damon lives in a cliffside lair filled to the brim with strange machines and contraptions, accessible only through a series of nonsensical puzzles--though these puzzles are often simply destroyed by the other Helsmits should they need to get in. He’s friends with Doug and Trip and certainly one of the more popular Helsmits, despite his affinity for flinging them into walls with slime block launchers.

Evil Cleo // Effie, Nefertiti Tag: #ZombieEffie

ZombieEffie is a bit of a misnomer--she’s not a zombie, she controls the zombies. Effie is a necromancer, complete with sinister skull mask, and lives in a dark and spooky village filled with hybrid cryptid monstrosities that she’s created. She has a strange friendship with Reckless, though the two are not allies--they betray each other too much to actually do business together, but they respect each other enough to be considered friends.

Evil Stress // Penny, Pensive Tag: #Pensivecreature101

Penny is another reclusive Helsmit, spending most of her time in her sprawling End-themed base. Her name is also incorrect, because though she doesn’t interact with the other Helsmits much, when she does, it always deteriorates into an argument very quickly.

Evil False // Claire, True Tag: #ClaireSymmetry

Claire, or True, is an outstanding entrepreneur and successful business owner, spending most of her time negotiating deals with or between the other Helsmits. Her home is an industrial sky base above the ocean, from which she plots her next ventures. She’s had an alliance with almost every Helsmit at some point, most of them presently as well.

Evil Keralis // Idris Tag: #Idris

Idris is a sour-tempered man, always difficult and annoyed by something-or-other. His base is farm-themed and rightfully so, because he has enough farms there to sustain himself and possibly the entire rest of the server if they had to. He gets along with Buck and Fiver.

[cherrytsukkis]

streaming minecraft with the first years

- word count: 1.4k

- characters: hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, yamaguchi, yachi

- a/n: i made half of this on mobile and half on my laptop so,,, also i got way too immersed in this bc all i do is play minecraft (even tho i suck) anyways, enjoy this mess!! also ty to ppl on the rircus rerver for helping me with minecraft usernames!!

tsukishima made a server for y'all after you bribed him (also some of his viewers begged him to)

kageyama and hinata teamed up and killed tsukishima, not even a minute in

and you were just there like “:o chat yall seeing this shit”

yall spawned in near a birch flower forest biome thingy and you and yachi bolted over there

you asked yachi to be your minecraft gf and she accepted

as soon as she said yes, kageyama and hinata killed tsukki again lmao

you and yachi moved to a different voice call bc hinata kept screaming about how tsukki was after him now

you guys began planning on having a cute little cottage core home together

you go mining while yachi makes a farm + gathers animals

yachi screamed of joy when she found a chicken family

she also screamed when she happened to find a pink sheep

you guys are just talking about random stuff and were just vibing for the rest of the stream

the next time you stream on the server, you see that yams made a cute little spawn place and yams took you on an adventure to go see his home in the snowy mountains

tsukki logged on and you and yams proceeded to go try to find his home despite tsukki tell you to fuck off

for some reason, he starts giving you guys clues on where he’s at

you’re all like “omg friendship 🥰″

but in reality, someone donated like 50 bucks for him to kill you and he’s taking this opportunity to lure you guys

 it turns night really fast and then a group of zombies gang up on you

you end up dying like four times before you baby rage and give up 

you leave the voice chat and go back to being a wee farmer waiting for your lover, yachi, to log on

instead of yachi, you get hinata </3

hinata logs on and he immediately calls you

“hinata-”

“y/n!!! do you wanna go to the nether with me!!”

“no ❤️″

you hang up but then he calls you again

“i’ll give you a two pigs, i know you and yachi are looking for some”

thirty minutes later, hinata has gotten you lost in a soul sand biome

only plus from this trip is that you got a lot of glowstone

you ended up having to call kageyama and ask him to come save you bc yams was mining god knows where and tsukishima would never help you bc he’s a bully <3

kageyama was calling both of you dumbasses in the vc

hinata bc hinata is hinata and you for following hinata blindly

then he got lost somewhere else in the nether <3

and now the three of you were fighting as you ran away from ghasts and skele bois

“it’s the short height for me”

“it’s the abandonment issues for me”

“it’s the need to one up each other in every situation because y’all insecure for me”

this whole time your chats were telling yall to just look at coords so you could find each other but you guys are illiterate </3

yachi finally logged on and joined your call and she saved yall bc she was watching your stream this whole time and was like wtf

the vc was SILENT as yachi led y’all to the nether portal

you muted yourself in shame and starting thanking recent subs and just the chat in general

everyone in chat: ugh we stan a dumb queen 🤩

another time you go on the server, hinata has accidentally started a war against tsukishima and so like every five minutes you would see smth like “tinysun was blown up by moonshima” or “moonshima was shot by tinysun using schlong” (yes hinata is that guy)

speaking of names

yall clown kageyama every five seconds bc he made his ign ‘Setter_soul_x’ (bc his streamer name was taken </3)

he gets pissed off a lot and leaves the server bc everytime you guys start a fight, someone will be like “okay Setter_soul_x”

yachi has “yacchan” meanwhile yams had “yamagucci” and you can can decide whether you have a clapped ign or not

now to just talk about general stuff

i feel like yams and tsukki would be those bitches who make exp farms and shit

like one day you’ll log on and you’ll ask them where they’re at and they’ll be like “oh we’re making an enderman farm in the end” or “we just finished a villager breeder” or some shit like that

yachi would stick to farming and being a cottagecore gay and you would be the one to do most of the mining and shit

sometimes she’d follow you when you go to fight someone or just bother them

hinata made a giant netherrack meatball at spawn and inside of it is just pure hell

everytime someone tries to go in it, they get blown up by a creeper or smth bc its so fucking dark in there bc the dumbass forgot to put some type of light source in there

kageyama’s house is just a cube-shaped hole he mined somewhere and everytime he wants more space he’ll just expand the cube

you and tsukki end up teaming up together at one point and made a railroad to everyone’s homes and to different biomes

when everyone fought the wither, tsukki, yamaguchi, and hinata did most of the work you and kageyama were far away watching like “damn thats crazy” (yachi wasnt streaming at the time and just told you guys she didnt care if you did it without her)

when it was time for the ender dragon, it was a whole different story

tsukishima and yamaguchi were hella prepared and were calmly going around destroying the end crystals while you, hinata and kageyama were just trying to get away from all the angry endermen

yachi was just placing water down and making cobblestone huts y’all could hide under

once tsukki and yams finished destroying the end crystals, you joined them in shooting down the ender dragon

kags and hinata were still fighting endermen 

like all you’d see is “ __ was slained by Enderman” messages as you listened to tsukki and yams talk to each other calmly

yachi said she wasnt fighting no dragon bc fuck that shit

one y’all did kill the dragon, hinata tried to claim the dragon egg and tsukishima yelled at him for like ten minutes bc hinata didnt do shit

and while tsukki fought with hinata and kageyama, you and yachi followed yamaguchi into an end gateway

you found an end city but then you fell outta the world </3 dont ask how, you just did

you decided to log off and that was that

another time you logged on, tsukki invited you to go with him to a woodland mansion bc he got a map

you thought he was being fishy but you went anyways bc content

everything was going well, you guys traveled there together, found a desert temple along the way, you tamed a cat, tsukki talked about conspiracy theories with you

but then you got to the mansion and you lost him

you were like tsukki where tf you’d go and he would tell you a place and you would go and he wasnt there

you were about to cry bc so many mobs were after you and u just boxed yourself into a little dirt hut in the corner and you kept yelling at tsukki in vc

he muted himself bc he was laughing his ass off at your pain heart been broke so many times

he finally came to get you bc apparently he already moved upstairs and just as you calmed down, tsukki betrayed you

you walked in front of him in fear of mobs hitting you from behind but tsukki ended up hitting you with a sword to death </3

you immediately logged off and then cried to your stream about fake friends for like ten minutes while listening to the inside out soundtrack

your chat convinced you to log back on and hesitantly joined the vc again and tsukishima apologized while trying to hold back laughter and told you that he put your stuff in your chest and you were like 🥺🥺🥺

overall the server is very chaotic but kinda nice bc family bonding ❤️ and even tho tsukki is a dick he along, with yams, help you and yachi out sometimes so your cottagecore aesthetic thrived

UNEDITED.

tag list: @kaoyuuuuu​ @macaronnv < it wont let me tag you :((

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Inside Jokes and References in the Full Bios

Mainly for @spacelizardtrashboys and @kuruumiya

Also: Any time strikethrough text is used it's because it's meant to be secret information, for example on the small bios any time 'Lucifarian' truly isn't their last name their is strikethrough test after saying that it's not their real name. This is to say that no matter what is written or if it's strikethrough text or not, it is there for a reason.

Damien - Bio In-Jokes and References:

The Quote for him refers back to his 'King of Hell' gimmick, as does his middle name, Rex means king.

He's protective, like a dad, but also way too overprotective over the gimmicks for the girls. He's an old, old school guy so he enjoys card games with the boys.

He's supposed to sound like a young Hugh Laurie, mainly because if I heard a young Hugh Laurie say Damien's bio quote I wouldn't be able to take him seriously.

His main finisher (Seventh Circle) refers back to (a) him being the king of hell and (b) the seventh circle is for violence, and well, he's a wrestler, that's a pretty violent job.

He calls fans both 'peasants' and his 'loyal subjects' because he's like an asshole-ish king who'd quickly be dethroned if they rebelled.

Vickie - Bio In-Jokes and References:

The Quote for her refers back to her gimmick along with the old saying 'pride comes before the fall'.

She's called 'Victoria' because of both (a) it meaning victory and (b) the fact that Queen Victoria ruled back when Britain had an empire, then the empire fell (as in pride [Vickie] before a fall)

Both Her and Damien are born in August and are the only two to share a birth month as they are Father and Daughter (non-kayfabe, as in they share DNA)

She's raised Christian as back when she was growing up England was a lot more Christian than when she became an adult so she got lax in her beliefs

Her personality is supposed to make her come across as a vain, rich, arse of a person, yet deep down she's still redeemable, she's got a long way to go before she actually redeems herself though

She's the type of person who makes sure EVERY little detail of her matches and promos are PERFECT to the point that she will control what other people do or say, down to the moment it's said/done and the way it's said/done

She only likes the other D.O.D (Daughters of Darkness) members because she has only made enemies in the short while they've been in the company, she especially dislikes George 'The Animal' Steele because of his very messy style going against her 'everything should be perfect' views

She's the leader, the brain and the mouth because of her control over the group, if she let them have more control, there might be less arguments about her amount of control

Her named moves are also references to both her gimmick and other things. Beheader is named because of the Tudor monarchs of England having kind of a thing for killing people in this way (ex. Henry VIII).

Lineage Ender is named that because if she ever botches that one specific move (it'll make sense in context/ she does it during a training scene) it could end either her own Lineage or the person she's doing it to.

Lion's den is called that because she traps them in a near-inescapable crucifix pin, and normally if someone goes into a den of Lions, they aren't escaping in one piece.

Family Pride is named that because not only is her gimmick the sin of pride, but she's got pride in her family and she's her dad's 'pride and joy' because she's his only child.

Wish for this (her main finishing move) is called that because it's an inside joke of "you're gonna 'wish for this' to be over soon"

As she's Damien's blood daughter, a 'prodigal son' joke seemed somewhat appropriate.

Billie - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to the Guerreros and the whole 'Latin lover' trope

She was born in February because of Valentine's day, hence why her birthday is two days before the 14th

She's 1/2 Cuban (just in general - both Mexican and Cuban culture is interesting to me) But she's 1/2 Cuban in case I ever need to write for Razor Ramon, I can get away with making the joke of 'my Cuban accent's better than yours'.

Her casual style is 'Suggestive' because how else is Lust supposed to dress.

She dislikes Hulk Hogan because she finds him incredibly annoying and she dislikes Jesse Ventura because she dislikes his fashion choices.

I imagine her uncle Hugo looks like Luis Guzman and her dad's like Raul Julia. Try to imagine those two wrestling as a luchador tag team.

Her mother was basically a valet to her dad, which was usually Billie's role before she was part of the D.O.D.

Her move name references are all song references: Love me Tender - Elvis' song of the same name, Personal Aphrodite - a reference to / joke on 'Personal Jesus', Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye's song of the same name.

Also, I hope to eventually use the joke 'The Babe, the babe with the power,' 'What power?' 'Power of voodoo' 'Who do?' 'You do' 'Do what?' 'Remind me of the babe' because of one of her commentary nicknames being 'The Babe'

P.G - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is in reference to her being greed and (right at the start of the story) her thoughts on money actually being able to buy her happiness

her surname 'Voronin' means crow, and well, crows like shiny things, like money

she wears 'fancy but simple' clothing because if she bought designer clothes she'd be in debt, but she still wants to look like she has more money than everyone else

she's cowardly in a Jimmy Hart way, she'll piss someone off during a promo and run away once she feels like she's in danger

she's a showman because she's more show than work, meaning she works exceptionally quick matches.

Her moves are basically jokes on the fact that she is greed, such as Gold-digger and Diamond Ring. However, Money Maker is also a joke on the fact that it's a facebuster and usually an actor's face is called their 'money maker'

She hates Hulk Hogan and Sgt slaughter because of how patriotic they are

Kirby - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to (a) the fact that she's Gluttony, (b) her being the only one who wears a mask constantly and (c) her basically being the group's scare tactic against people who think they can push them around.

I am planning on eventually making her a part of the machines, maybe as a valet, maybe as a wrestler, not 100% sure as of right now

Her mother is the Norwegian-Scottish one and her father is the Irish-Welsh one

She is the tallest (not the heaviest, that's Damien) but she's still 9 inches shorter than André.

She's willing to bleed hardway, but hates blading

She hates Big John Studd because of his disrespect, she hates Hulk Hogan because she thinks he's obnoxiously 'American', she dislikes Lord Alfred Hayes and Dynamite Kid because they are so insistent on calling her '1/4 Icelandic' whenever she talks about being 1/4 Norwegian. She hates Brutus Beefcake because he's just 'so, so much' energy-wise.

She's always been tall, always shorter than André though, she was 5'6" when she was 12, which is still taller than Sam, P.G and Eli.

Kirby's the best at using folk tales and mythology references in her promos and still keeping them dark and scary.

Her speaking voice is Jessica Hynes, but I imagine her singing voice (which will be important later) to be that of Deee-lite's Lady Miss Kier. On that note, I will be putting up a post on this part of the fic's canon.

Feeding Frenzy is meant to look similar to Roddy's wild punches, hence the 'frenzy' part of the name.

Organ grinder is named because it's meant to look really hard (like she's putting all her force and weight into it) as if she's grinding her opponents organs

Hungry for Blood is an in-joke of during her toughest matches she seems hungry to give the fans the sight of blood

Consummation is a joke of 'the match will soon be over, the match will soon be concluded, or consummated' not the sex-based meaning of that word.

Number of the beast, which is 666, is a reference to the 619, and is a modified 619 basically.

Vampire's Bite is a reference to her sitout jawbreaker looking like she could possibly bite someone's neck, like a vampire, as she performs the move

I didn't want to call her chops, chops, so I made a joke of 'oh it's chopping, like a butcher's knife'

Overfeeding is another basic gluttony reference. Cheshire Grin is a facelock-based joke. Let Them Eat Cake is a butt=cake joke

The ogress is a thinly-veiled way of the commentary team calling her ugly, because why else would she be the only one in a mask

Holly - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is written that way because I always wanted her to sound like she comes from New Jersey

She's very cuddly towards the rest of the D.O.D and thus gets called a teddy bear by the others

She's Pansexual because she doesn't care what your gender is, she loves people just being themselves

She's the only ginger because I've never seen a ginger wrestler from New Jersey

She was raised Catholic but lost her faith upon realising how bad gay people are treated by the church (Holly literally just goes "Y'all it is 1984, how are y'all gonna reject people based on who they love?")

Holly's very much the person who'll ask permission to cut a promo on someone but won't tell them how harsh she's going to be

She's the group's mom friend (mum friend?)

Before she started travelling with another member of the group (Holly travels with Sam a lot) she would accidentally no-show events

She does accidentally give incredibly stiff shots

Holly likes Gorilla Monsoon because their friendship is very much a weird pseudo-dad-daughter friendship, so basically, she's using him as her new dad

Her voice is Angie Harmon because I think Harmon sounds like a badass from New Jersey

Naptime, Dirt Nap and Lullaby are jokes of 'I'm gonna knock you out'

Eli - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a joke of 'this is why she doesn't do a lot of promos'

She's the most likely to be on one of those 'too hot for TV' blooper reels from her promos

Both she and Sam hate people taller than them

Sam - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to the fact that her tattoos are her 'masterpiece'

she dresses athletically because she's always ready for a fight, especially because she's usually the one picking fights

She likes Lou because he's like a crazy uncle to her and she likes George Steele because, unlike Vickie, she likes the wild man side of his gimmick

She's voiced by Melissa Etheridge because she's still feminine but is the most masculine sounding

[theonlygamergost]

Two homes, two friends-Inbetween! au

This story was inspired by the Inbetween! au made by @laiteuse-yeux, if you wanna understand this fic, go read this first!

Keep in mind that everything wrote in this fic might not be canon!

(Also english is not my first language so sorry for any error UwU)

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The way Phil gets trown around between the two worlds is random, what isn’t random is the feeling of home and the friendship he made alog the way

Enjoy! UwU

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A thunderstorm had just ended, but Phil had managed to charge and name tag four "special boi" 's...or was it five? What he was sure about was that he had finished the name tags stored in the ender chest.

He was about to go back home as a charged creeper wandered too close to his base.

This was another problem, the tagged boys, free to roam around, always went near his home, once even surprising him at his door.

As he lured the creeper to a small cage, he thought about scattering a few cats here and there around his base, just to be sure no green surprises were waiting at his doorstep.

"What head do I want..." he looked at the explosive mob splashing around in the water.

A Wither skull could have been handy... Yes, he had looting three on his sword, so he could have just hunted them himself... But the creeper was a 100% guarantee of a head, which he definitely needed.

"Ok, stay there Creeper, I'll be right back"

Talking to mobs or just to himself was something Phil had started doing a long time ago, living all these years alone made the smallest things, like a random face in the sand, a source of entertainment.

He never realized he was talking to himself until Technoblade, a teammate of his in this server called "smpearth" pointed it out when he was talking to a chicken.

Ah, smpearth, a blessing and a curse of his.

He could randomly wake up in that world, or go through a portal and end up there, but he didn't mind it.

The company wasn't that bad... And Technoblade and Pete where very nice people to talk to. Especially when the one you talk to is the void most of the time.

As he was crossing his tunnel in a boat with a Wither skeleton in the back, he realized that it had been more than a week since he last went to smpearth.

He couldn't really control wheater he ended up to Endlantis or there when crossing the portal. And after two weeks without ending up there, he had explained Wilbur and his teammates his situation since everyone was worried to death.

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"I understand" Techno seemed disappointed that Phil couldn't be there when he wanted to, but he was relieved that Phil hadn't shown up on purpose.

"Every time I go to bed, is just a roll of dice whether I stay here or go back...home"

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He had called this world home... But was this his real home?

The Antarctic region had grown on him, he couldn't lie.

The white desert went on and on as the eyes could see, the cold snow was soft but very fun to prank people with.

As he destroyed the boat to make the skeleton of hell go through the portal, he took out of his ender chest the shield he used mostly to hunt heads, he didn't want to get withered as soon as he went through the portal, so he prepared his shield and closed his eyes.

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As he opened his eyes, he realized that the shield he was holding wasn't the half-damaged one he entered the portal with, this one was enchanted and fully repaired.

He took a look around and realized the dice had landed on the switch side, and now he was in a cold palace, the Antarctic palace.

As much as he had missed this place, he was low-key annoyed. The next time he was going to switch world, there was going to be a wither skeleton waiting for him!

Oh well, there was nothing he could have done either way.

He went on to check the villager breeder, a couple of stations were free, Techno probably had taken them out because their trades weren't as good as they used to be.

As he was arranging items and labelling chests, he heard chatter coming towards him.

"Are you sure we shouldn't worry? We both know Tommy is not reliable" Pete seemed to be worried, on the contrary, the half-pig man was secure as always, diamond sword in hand and shiny crown on his head.

"Nah... he won't try anything funny this time. He knows the consequences of lying now- oh hello Phil!" The two spotted and greeted the blonde man. "Did Tommy lie again?"

Pete gently placed a hand on his shoulder "Oh Phil, great friend of mine, you know how naive Tommy can act" "Wilbur almost kicked his butt" Techno was grinning, meaning that Wilbur was probably very pissed.

"Aw dammit, now I'm jealous that I missed it" the three laughed at the thought of Wilbur almost killing Tommy, which was a sight to enjoy with popcorns and soda.

The three continued talking until they got all called to show up in the main continent.

He and Techno pulled out their planes while Pete hopped on the backseat of Phil's one.

As they took off, Phil thought about how much he loved his hardcore loneliness, but a survival world with great friends wasn't half bad too.

[dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth]

Fengel- my Minecraft Nazgul

Ring Effect- Undeath (regardless of how many times the wearer dies, they will awaken once again where they last slept).

Origin- Rohirrim, loyal to Sauron for a time, but lost his loyalty quickly after receiving the ring and learning its curse.

Story- Fengel chose to use his power of undeath to protect the people of Minecraft. When mobs raged, he could fight them and defend villagers. When pillagers charged and revolted against the peaceful, Fengel rose to the defense and did what he could to protect everyone. When the Ender Dragon threatened to lay ruin to the End, he slew it and saved the Endermen from tyranny, especially after having known such oppression himself under Sauron.

When Fengel first arrived in Minecraft, he could not defend much, or fight efficiently. Although he came along to discover villagers, the friendship was short-lived once he received a threat from pillagers who arrived at his home, and threatened this village across the way. He desperately wanted to protect them, and fearing the worst, went to the village in case. Pillagers raided the land entirely, to his dismay, and Fengel fought as best he could. However, poorly equipped and weak, he failed. The village fell, and none survived.

As weeks passed, Fengel felt obligated to avenge the village which had fallen. Thus, he traversed out and found a second one--located deep in a desert between clay mountains. He asked if these villagers, too, had come across any problems with pillagers, to which their collective answer was yes. Shortly thereafter, Fengel received several more threats from said pillagers, and the Nazgul swore to end their plight. Returning to the desert village, he fought the oncoming threat and failed yet again. Once more, a second village fell.

Threats became endless--relentless--and Fengel grew exhausted. After receiving three in a row, the Nazgul knew a village must be under siege somewhere, at any moment, and needed his help. Thus, he prepared greatly, enchanting diamond armor with maximum protection, sword with maximum strength, and from a fallen enemy pillager, he forged plans for a crossbow, maximizing its power to pierce five enemies with a single arrow. With his undying prowess, Fengel rushed toward the third village which he’d found, well in danger as the pillagers swarmed and threatened everyone. However, like a knife cutting butter, the Nazgul slew every one without a problem, and villagers cheered him onward. Fengel hardly took any blows during the first two waves, but then a third came. And fourth. And fifth. And relentlessly, ravagers threatened the homes, trees, people, and the Nazgul himself. Fengel fell, as did the village. He swore to never come into contact with another village again.

Until, across the opposite way from his first found one, several lone villagers, plight-stricken, arrived at his doorstep and begged for help. They knew a method to ward off the pillagers, however their town, nonetheless, was under attack constantly, as dozens of pillagers had built their outpost just mere blocks away.

Fengel, astounded at their discovery, cautiously agreed to help. Mining the resources himself and forging the materials, he built a grand wall to surround and protect the village entirely. Lighting its paths, fields, and homes, no mobs dared near the place, and pillagers struggled to penetrate the foolproof defenses. Fengel has, since, protected this village at all costs, and gave it a name:

New Rohirrim.

Fengel has constructed a bannerfield outside his house where, for every band of pillagers slain, he places their leader's banner as a grim warning against any who threaten him and New Rohirrim. The field has over 50 banners currently, and seemingly grows by the day.

Furthermore, after having slain the Ender Dragon to free the End, Fengel found an egg sitting atop the grand spire upon which the dragon had roosted. Curious about its purpose, he knocked it off this spire and returned home with it, only to spend months finding no strangeness but rather, a simple, obsolete object reminding him of his efforts.

Until the morning upon which the egg teleported outside his home.

Fengel, confused, touched the egg which suddenly began to crack. Inside, a young Ender Dragon revealed itself, crying out. The small creature looked to Fengel with desperation, and the Nazgul held it within his arms. Evil is not born, but forged. And so long as he held this dragon, its heart would remain pure and powerful. The citizens of Rohirrim were famed horsemen, so what difference would taming a young mount from a dragon be?

Over time, Fengel raised the quickly-growing dragon, naming him Numby, and built him a rooftop home over the horse stables. Now, the two are inseparable, and Numby serves as a faithful and loyal Ender Dragon companion to his Nazgul father.

[henantier]

amalia facts

basics: 42 y/o, born in qyra, moved to ostian for work in her late 20s because nehrim’s relatively lucrative, realized soon the reality of ostian, and didn’t really gave the means to leave. met elurah and sirius when they both were teenagers, and unofficially adopted them. she was one of the lucky few to have an actual apartment in ostian, and took them in to live with her rather than having to fend completely for themselves.

how she fits into the story: she’s not the prophet. basically elurah saves money to pay for amalia’s (legal) transportation to enderal. she didn’t want her to be like sirius. elurah recruited her to be the sun temple’s financial advisor, which is similar to the work she’d been doing before. 

such an overthinker. cares way too much. she’s so overinvested and fixated on everything. that translates to “very hard worker but also very anxious and tense person.”

has a little magical ability. more than jespar, but less than the minimum to start a novitiate. like if she really tries she can cast a rank 1 spell badly. she does have some amount of arcane fever, but it mostly manifests as a weird tingling and slight dizziness, rather than the chronic pain and fatigue i imagine it to be in more severe cases.

very private person. she’s the kind of person where you’d be friends with her for years and only just find out something very important about her. it’s something she has in common with yuslan.

has the exact same birthday (month/day, not year) as näea, and when yuslan saw that in her records he refused to talk to her for a good four months.

little did he know that, when he needed to talk to her, she’s actually a good conversationalist, and has a nice smile, and he might be falling in love with her. (yuslan’s like “no! that’s the thing i’m sensitive about!)

shares an office with lishari and makes her desk a memorial when she dies.

she’s not really a doodler like elurah but when she’s bored and has a pen and paper in front of her, she’s going to write long lists of whatever she wants. for example, she’s written lists of every bird she can think of or everything a particular vendor sells in the market.

elurah introduces her to tharaêl once, near the end of the story, and a very surprising friendship happens.

yuslan’s cynical tendencies rub off on her a lot, even though she was relatively optimistic before. although, now that i think about it, another reason could be that the literal cleansing is approaching.

although she was always kind of contemptous. she doesn’t admit it to herself, but she has a thought that she’s somehow better than other people. it’s not really in a narcissistic way, it’s that she thinks she’s normal and everyone else is a piece of shit.

she doesn’t actually go on the star ship! while elurah and calia are having the time of their lives up there, amalia has to help defend ark with only hobbyist archery training (let’s just say she meets marisa shortly also because i’m self-indulgent).

she had a partner and son back in qyra, but they separated shortly before she moved to nehrim.

smiles with her eyes more than her mouth.

she actually lived in the other side of qyra from the village where the night of a thousand fires took place. of course she heard the news, since it was a national event and qyra likes to keep their citizens informed, and yuslan feels really put off by that fsr.

their relationship is built off resentment at first. it’s like a rivalmance but if it were good and realistic. they have legitimate problems at first but they like each other at their cores, and find ways to reconcile their initial fears with their reluctant love.

yuslan’s a lot more terrified to get close than she is. even though she feels weird about being in another serious relationship, yuslan feels a lot worse. but still, they work it out, and get a good ~15 months out of the relationship before yuslan dies and then the cleansing happens.

[annoyed-galaxy]

Twisted Realities

So I came up with an idea for a story with Enderal. Since the Sea of Eventualities shows you different things from different realities that could happen in your own, what would happen if two realities were to mix?

So, this new story - which involves my Prophetess, Clerissa, and @chennington‘s Prophet, Shizero - will be exploring something like that. Now, it might get confusing because there are two Jespars in this story, but it’ll be explained in the story how to separate them.

Summary: Two Prophets from different timelines are thrown into a different reality and must find a way to get back home. They are trapped in the Canyon of Realities, a reality between all others. In order to get home, they have to survive certain trials and many things will be tested such as their friendship, loyalty, and courage. Whether they make it out alive or be lost in the reality between realities, we will find out.

Clerissa woke up, her head throbbing and her body weak. She didn't remember what happened. She didn't recognize the place she was at. She was laying on her back, looking up at the night sky. She managed to turn her head to the side to try and figure out where she was.

Walls rose up on either side of her, several arm-lengths away. They rose high into the sky and went down a path as far as Clerissa's Aeterna eyes could see. Several small rocks and boulders scattered the path, obscuring the sight of plants and other things.

Clerissa tried to roll over onto her stomach and managed to succeed with a grunt. She looked at a boulder that was a few arm-lengths away from her and saw a pair of legs that peeked out from behind. The darkness of night prevented Clerissa from seeing anything else.

With a deep breath, Clerissa heaved herself up onto her knees and then onto her feet. She held her arms out to the side, balancing herself and letting a wave of dizziness wash over her. She began moving towards the boulder and went to the other side.

Even in the darkness, she could tell who the man who lay on his back was; the white hair was a dead giveaway.

"Jespar," Clerissa said, nudging the mercenary with her foot. She realized that she didn't have any of her armor on her; only a simple tunic that cut down into her breasts and simple pants.

The mercenary groaned before managing to roll over on his stomach and get up. He rubbed his face before looking at Clerissa. His eyes widened in confusion. "Blazes, who are you?" he asked.

Clerissa tilted her head to the side. "Did you bump your head that hard?" Clerissa joked.

Jespar simply raised an eyebrow. "No?" he replied, his voice raising at the end in question. "I seriously don't know who you are. Have you seen someone named Shizero?"

It was Clerissa's turn to raise her eyebrows. "Who the hell is Shizero?"the Aeterna asked, so confused at the moment.

"He's my... companion," Jespar said cautiously.

Clerissa's mouth dropped. Before she could say anything, she heard her name echo off the walls of the canyon. It sounded just like Jespar's voice, but he was standing right in front of her.

She stepped on the other side of the boulder and scanned the area for the source of the voice. She saw two figures walking side by side, one looking at the other figure that was frantically looking around. The searching figure looked at Clerissa and sped towards her. Fire swelled up in her fists as the figure neared. She threw a ball of fire at the moving creature.

The figure ducked and cried out. "Clerissa!"

The Aeterna's ears and cheeks immediately flared up as Jespar came close enough to see. "I am so sorry," she apologized.

Jespar simply laughed. "I've been looking for you. Woke up with this weird guy who hasn't stopped ogling at me since we woke up," Jespar said, pointing to the man who was just now coming into view.

The Jespar Clerissa had woken up came out from behind the boulder and saw the man. "Shizero!" he cried out and went to hug the man.

Clerissa blinked a few times trying to process what she was seeing. She leaned over to the Jespar standing next to her. "You're seeing this too, right?" she whispered. He just nodded, his mouth agape in surprise and disbelief.

The man who was called Shizero wrapped his arms around the other Jespar and kissed his head. Shizero was shorter than Jespar, maybe by only a finger-length or so, but it showed that Clerissa was the tallest one here; by a head and a half.

"What the fuck," the Jespar next to Clerissa finally said, looking at himself. The other Jespar turned and apparently didn't see Jespar based off the look on his face.

"Woah," was all he said.

"There's two!" Shizero exclaimed, a stupid smile on his face. It was still dark and it was annoying Clerissa to the point where she just cast her magelight above everyone's head. The light shone on the two Jespars, herself, and Shizero.

"Okay..." she began, still not sure what was happening. "Does anyone know what the fuck happened?"

Both Jespars went to speak at the same time. "We were dragged through some portal." Clerissa looked at both of them, a look of concern on her face. Both of them looked at each other and pointed their fingers. "Jinx!" they shouted. "Double jinx! Triple jinx! QUADRUPLE JINX!!"

Clerissa palmed her forehead and shook her head while Shizero quietly laughed. She rubbed her temples. "Alright, so we were all dragged through some portal and now there are two Jespars."

Shizero laughed. "Twice the handsomeness," he said, winking at both mercernaries. They both chuckled.

"Who are you though?" Clerissa's Jespar asked Shizero.

"Oh, me? I'm the Prophet," he replied.

"Heh," Clerissa huffed. "That's funny. We have two Jespars and apparently two Prophets." Clerissa looked at Shizero. "Let me guess, some crazy ass near-death experience happened to you and then you somehow developed Arcanist's Fever and when you went to go get it cured, Grandmaster Arantheal told you you're the Prophet and have to stop this thing called the Cleansing or else the world will end." Clerissa took a breath through her nose, keeping her mouth in a straight line, as she looked at Shizero.

The man just blinked. "Yeah, how'd you know?" he asked, a smile on his face. Clearly he was amused by all of this.

Clerissa sighed as she explained: "I've come to the conclusion that two different realities within the Sea of Eventualities have collided. However, how much of the two realities have collided is still to question. So far, we have two Prophets from one reality and both have a companion named Jespar Dal'Varek with them." Clerissa looked at everyone underneath the glow of her magelight. "Now, we need to know where we are, how much of our realities have collided, and find a way back to each of ours respectively." She looked at both of the Jespars. "And find a way to differentiate you two," she added.

Both of the white-haired mercenaries looked at each other and shrugged. Shizero raised a hand. "How about S-par for mine and..." Shizero stopped, trying to think of something for Clerissa.

"C-par!" her Jespar called out, laughing. "I like it."

Clerissa rolled her eyes. "I mean, I guess it works," she sighed, smiling at the stupidity of it. Both of the Jespars chuckled before C-par looked around.

"Well, we can either go north or south," he said, after looking at the canyon they were all currently trapped in. "We could split up and go both ways, but normally splitting up is always a bad idea." Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Well, what if we take someone from both realities and split up? I can go with C-par and S-par can go with you," Shizero piped up, pointing to Clerissa.

"I literally just said no splitting up," C-par muttered under his breath.

"Why don't we just pick north and go that way together as a group," Clerissa offered instead. "As they say, north always leads the way back to home."

"I think it's more like, 'north will be your guide no matter where you are," S-par pitched in.

"North Star," C-par added. "Not just north, but the North Star." Clerissa nodded and hummed in approval. She turned her gaze up to the night sky.

"By the looks of it, it just now turned midnight," she thought aloud. "If that's the case then..." She squinted her eyes as she looked up and around. "A-ha! There!" she exclaimed, pointing to the brightest star in the sky. Everyone looked up at it.

"It's directly above us," Shizero said, his face scrunching up into a frown.

"Yeah that's not really going to help," S-par added.

"What about the constellation connecting to it," C-par asked his companion who was still looking at the sky.

"That's what I'm looking at. It seems to be pointing..." Clerissa paused, her eyes following some invisible trail in the sky. "That way," she pointed past Shizero. The canyon extended far into the darkness.

"Well," S-par began, "I guess that's where we'll be going then."

Everyone nodded and Clerissa casted another magelight as the first one faded away.

"Quick question, before we head out," Shizero began. "Where the hell is our armor?" he asked, looking around the group.

Clerissa had known her Shadow Steel armor was gone, but didn't even recognize that both Jespars wore simple tunics and pants like her along with a pair of boots. Shizero also wore the same.

"Dunno," C-par said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Are we even in Enderal anymore?" S-par pondered aloud.

Clerissa tapped her chin, feeling around her with her magic. "The energy of this place is very different than that of Enderal or even Vyn in general."

"Does that mean not only did our realities collide, but we could have been thrown into a completely different one?" Shizero chattered out, a look of fear plastered over his face.

"It could be possible," Clerissa replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Let's try to find out," she added, pointing back towards where the North Star led.

She took the lead, her magelight following her and illuminating the way. Despite not having any armor, the group still had their weapons. She kept her sword and dagger sheathed, but fire, ice, and lightning danced around her left fist.

"So you're an Elementalist," Shizero piped up.

Clerissa looked over shoulder and smiled. "How'd you guess?"

"Totally no the fact that you threw a fireball at Jespar and now have the elements swirling around your hand," he joked.

Clerissa chuckled. "You're very observative of the obvious. I'm not just an Elementalist though; I'm a Battlemage. My magic is just as impressive as my swordplay. Although, I am better with a sword than I am with magic."

"How come?"

"I didn't have an affinity for magic until after I became the Prophet. My old companion used to be an Arcanist and tried to teach me a few things, but I failed to light a simple flame upon my finger. Now, I can make an entire blizzard. Course, it takes a toll on me, hence why I like mixing the new stuff in with what I learned as a little girl. Using a sword has always been fun to me." Clerissa smiled. "What about you?"

Shizero got next to Clerissa before smiling. "Magic is a no-go for me. I like sword and shield just fine. Even though I still have a talent for magic, I have kept away from it for a while."

"I'm guessing your talent came when you became the Prophet too?" Shizero nodded his head. "It's strange that we are two completely different people but with the same roles in our realities. Like, we are the same person, but different versions."

Shizero laughed. "Yeah, at first I thought I smoked too much peaceweed, but it turns out that maybe I didn't have enough." Clerissa laughed out loud.

"If that ain't the truth," she smiled.

A sound echoed off the walls of the canyon up ahead. Shizero drew his sword and both Jespars unsheathed a single dagger. Clerissa sent a ball of light into the darkness, waiting for it to reveal whatever made the noise.

The ball disappeared into the chest of a giangantic beast that was standing on all fours. Its head reached midway of the walls of the canyon, its mouth wide open and saliva dripping from its jaws. Sharp teeth glinted in the light before it faded away. However, its red eyes stayed glowing and looked at the group of four.

"Who dare trespass in the Canyon of Realties?" the beast spoke, its voice surprisingly calm and gentle despite the terrifying appearance. It sounded very feminine.

"We have no business to disturb you," Clerissa spoke aloud, the magic that had surrounded her fist dissipating as she raised her hands in the air. "We have simply come here, trying to find our way home."

The beast lowered its head to level with Clerissa. The massive head was a few arm-lengths away from Clerissa who still stood at the front of the group. It huffed and the air hit Clerissa. "You are a mage, yes?" the beast asked, her voice still quiet. Clerissa nodded her head. "You are not of this world. None of you are," the beast added, her red eyes looking at the Jespars and Shizero.

"We are from the same world, but of different realities," Shizero added.

"I see," the beast mused softly. "I may be able to help you." The beast rose her head and looked down at the group. "However, you must pass a trial."

"Oh come on," both of the Jespars groaned.

Clerissa hissed at them to shut up before turning back to the beast. "What is this trial?" she asked.

"You must defeat me."