#foolish gamers fanfiction

[justxbethany]

Cuuutte <3

Could I request prompt 9 or 13 with romantic Foolish? C! or CC! is fine and gn reader please

Thank you :)

"I would have prepared breakfast, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn't want to wake you"

➛ pairing: cc!Foolish x gn!reader

➛ tags/warnings: fluff, none

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🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the warmth. It came from the detergent-smelling blanket that you grabbed while still half asleep and, clenching the edge in your fist, pulled it up to you, under your nose. It came from the sun shining on your face through the windows, dancing in front of your closed eyelids and tickling the tip of your nose. And it came from the body beneath you, the chest on which your cheek rested, the arm wrapped loosely around you, the legs twisted with yours. From the quiet breath that made the chest rise and fall, gently cradling you from the land of dreams and warmly hitting your forehead.

You furrowed your brows, trying to wake up from the clutches of deep sleep.

Someone laughed, the chest beneath you vibrated, and you pressed your face closer against the warm, heater-like body. The arm around your middle tensed, rough fingertips brushing over your side, over the exposed skin through the borrowed shirt that had ridden up.

It made you smile, the tips of your mouth twitching upward as the fingers stroked your side, not in a way that tickled you, but gently enough that you could fall right back asleep. If it weren't for the rays of sunlight that seemed to be screaming at you to get out of bed.

A little more awake, you slowly opened your eyes, yawning into the top beneath you and feeling your own hot breath in the fabric. The one yawn was followed by another, this time not from you.

You turned your head slightly so you could place your lips on Foolish's neck. It was a feather-light kiss, right on the spot under his adam's apple, then one on his slightly prickly jaw. "Good morning," you mumbled.

"Good morning," he murmured back, voice still full of sleep and rough in the most pleasant way that sent goosebumps down your spine and brought a blush to your cheeks.

Mornings like these were your favorite, lazy, endless moments between the sheets, just the two of you alone.

You let your gaze run over Foolish's face, the unshaven cheeks, the dark watchful eyes, the still-tangled black hair that bore the imprint of a long and comfortable night.

"I would have prepared breakfast, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn't want to wake you".

Resting your chin on his chest you kissed him again, this time on his lips, short and quickly gone again but still a sign of the eternity that this moment carried. "You could have rolled me away," you chuckled but Foolish only rolled his eyes slightly, as if you didn't know yourself that he would never pass up an opportunity to wake up together.

The warmth of Foolish's love accompanied you throughout the day, first in a quiet morning in bed and then in the cup of freshly brewed coffee, you drank snuggled against Foolish's chest.

[directionlessfanficinspo]

Awesamdude is a creeper hybrid. He was created in a lab by scientists seeking to create live weapons

He is the first successful creation, so the scientists do not put him out in the field, choosing instead to keep him for future testing. When not in use, Sam is kept in the holding cells, where he becomes a sort of parent figure to the other experiments. Even if he cannot help them directly, the others find his voice comforting. On most nights, he will talk the others to sleep

Sam is a seven feet tall creeper centaur, with four fluffy legs and a tufted tail. His paws have massive, razor sharp claws that are very deliberately kept as dull as possible. He constantly exhales sulfur, and always wears a mask. When he's especially emotional, he makes hissing/clicking sounds. He's kept in a straightjacket most of the time.

Over the years he meets many other subjects, such as a loud, rude little frog fairy, a racoon child, a father satyr and his son, a ghost and an ancient amnesiac god

[qsmplesbians]

"I hurt everything, but not you."

[Foolhalo, realm smp, fruity yearning, toxic yaoi]

Foolish despises bad, he hates him. He hates his long black silky hair, he hated his long white lashes that fluttered when he tried to lie,he hated the way his eyes despite having no pupils showed both adoration and hate towards him, he despised the way his body slithered like a snake when he walked. He hated him. He despised him and his beauty, he hates that stupid beautiful smile- he hated how perfect his smile was even with the gap in his teeth.

Bad hates foolish too, he hates his perfect body. He hates the way his skin glows in the sun due to being gold, he hates his big green eyes that stare into his soul. He hates his perfect face, his strong features which he has traced man times. He hates the dimples that appear when he smiles at his torment. He hates the scars that his hands has traced and caused years before. It's all hate, it's all anger towards the man. He's against him, he's against his stupid perfect fudging face.

But, oh, how he adores him. Bad loves the way his dagger sinks into his skin, foolish loves the way his fangs tear into his skin, bad adores the way he fights back. Foolish is the only one who can hold the hand of the reaper, bad is the only one to physical cut the totem permanently. To the outside, it's a sick, toxic practice- heartless and immortal to constantly fight then bathe in the presence of the other.

"I want you dead. I want your head hanging on a spike" the king says, the reaper smiles wagging "I dare you try." He taunts, foolish knows that he won't. It's pointless, the other can merely put it back on. Foolish stands, the jingles of his jewelry ringing out as he gets closer; bad stares at him. The royal holds the demon by his face, making the eyeless being snarl then smile "careful, you might actually hurt me." He teased, foolish merely growls squeezing him more. Bad can feel his nails digging into his skin "I despise you." He muttered bluntly, bad merely holds his wrist that grips his face "I despise you too, my lord" he spits out with a snarl. They both stare, bad can basically read the yearning in his eyes. He knows It because, he feels it too; something about the anger begins to morph into something more.

Want. Desire. The words "I despise you" turn into something else "I want you."

They don't know when they started to kiss each other, didn't matter; the only cared about the yearning they felt. The hunger to both have each other and harm the other, both have the habit of biting. Both know to draw blood whether to slaughter or devouring each other. "Remove the gloves, I want to feel your actual hands." Foolish commands, bad stares "you're impatient, my king" he teased; Foolish grabbed his throat making him gasp coughing "o-okay! Okay- I will!" He weakly rambled. Foolish dropped him, he stared annoyed snarling "don't piss me off, bad. I'll fucking gut you" bad smiled using his teeth to remove his gloves "promise?"

Foolish stares, scoffing looking off "you are such a little- freak. get behind the throne. I don't want people to see this shit" he grumbled pulling him, bad smiled before his eyes went wide; suddenly being pushed against the back of the throne, his eyes wide and face flustered "my lord, this is uh- this is kinda crazy. You sure about doing this in public..?" He muttered, foolish stared as a greenish blush appeared "don't- stop referring to it like that. We're just kissing, nothing crazy." He grumbled, bad blinked then nodded a bit "now, shut up and kiss me before those jesters come" he muttered against the others lips, bad stares as his lips quivered trying to speak "shut the fuck up."

"Language. " he muttered before grabbing the other by the face, engaging into the kiss; bad always hesitated with touching, his hands could turn anyone to ash- anyone but foolish, no matter how many times they touched he would still be standing. His hands felt right holding onto his face, grazing his chin, his cheeks, his jaw. Foolish was a touchy type, his hands always going to hook under his ears touching his hair. Foolish adored his hair, his hands always going to it. Foolish would use his sword or dagger to cut it, to keep it as a present. As a souvenir. "Your fangs are sharper today, my liege" foolish scoffs still pressed against his lips "the better to hurt you with, my dear." He whispered smiling.

Bad merely chuckled, they continued to kiss; a mix of blood and want; both holding the other with desire, gasping and panting as if drowning in the others touch. Bad pulled back, his hair messy and lips bloody- the man chuckles smiling "you look a mess, my liege" foolish scoffs then rolling his eyes "you're no better, asshole" he grumbled out of breath. Foolish holds his waist going into the crook of the others neck, bad gasped going red as the other bit his shoulder growling; bad chuckled grabbing his hair "you're hungry to hurt me, huh?" He muttered smiling before hissing in pain "jesus- watch it! That was a vein!" He yells, making the shark totem smile against his skin. Bad clawed at his back smiling "whoops." He muttered, foolish pulled up looking at him panting chuckling "fucking asshole." He grumbled grabbing bad by the throat, he gasped coughing "I should snap your throat, you little freak. Cut those- those beady little white eyes" He growled out

Bad smiled "you love my eyes, don't you my lord?" Foolish stared before loosening his grip "you're- why are you like this?" He grumbled, the other giggled as he was let go; his wings fluttering. "Like what? Amazing? Sweet? Perfect?" Foolish crossed his arms. "Fucking weird. " bad pouted then pushing him "Language, your so mean." He grumbled walking off. Foolish stated "hey uh, bad..?" He muttered, he turned fixing his shirt "i-i..hate you" he grumbled looking off, bad hummed then smiling "I love you too, my lord" He said then quickly kissing his cheek making foolish huffed "shut the fuck up, I didn't say that. " he yelled, bad laughed

"I know but, it felt right!" The demon taunts, foolish watched as he teleported off; his eyes soften. He hates him, he hates the way his tail wagged saying "I Iove you", he hates the way his heart flutters at the words, he despises the effect that demon has on his heart.

"I love you too, you asshole.."

AUTHOR RAMBLES

Hi, I got bored and wanted to write some crazy yearning and twisted love. Foolhalo makes my brain go crazy man. That's it, but hey! Here it is.

[imagines-babes]

Sleep Well (Foolish)

Hello everyone, sorry for this being ‘late’ but I found out something that is happening in my personal life. So maybe there will be sad story next time. Anyways. Thank you for 87 followers. I do appreciate so so much. This week story is Foolish. The song is sleep well by d4vd. I hope you enjoy.

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Yn

Talking to someone random on the internet can lead to many things. Good or Bad. You never know what is gonna happen. Maybe you are talking to some old guy maybe you are talking to genuine person. Or you are just talking to a boy. No matter what you never know what's on the other side. But with all odd I tried a website to text to a random person. So I took those odds and I texted a name online that is Foolish. He is 24. He from the state of Ohio. He played sports. Nothing else. He never told about work life. I never talked about mine. He never gave me his real name. I used a fake name aswell so I messaged him everyday in the app then gave each other our numbers. Then on the rest was just a guessing game of how we would meet. The message only do so much till he insists on calling me that night. That was more than I needed. The first time we called on the phone. He told me that he will call that night so I stayed by my phone. Trying to ease the anxiety I had with a movie. So I waited a hour passed then another  and another. I just watched the movie not wanting to think of it till my phone rang. It was him. Taking in a breathe answering with an hello. When I heard his voice it wasn't how I imagined it. Not in a bad way I swear. His voice was noice. Honestly I could fall asleep to his words. He spoke clear. With a ramble sometimes. Going off to different subjects then back to the main topic. His laugh is my favorite. When we ended that call looking at phone just giving a smile. The call help me realize how deep in love with him.

After months, he was real. The person I talked to through a phone is real. This will be the first I seen him face to face. Never telling me his name. Never told me how he looked like. He said he was gonna be wearing blue and white lose flannel with black pants. Really hoping for more that that. But also he said he was gonna hold a sign with my name on it. Walking out of the plane I was nervous the more I walk the more it got real for me. Entering the building I found my bags making my way to the front. Looking around for someone matching his description. Within a minute I found him and I was Starstruck. From his hair to his eye to his smile with him holding the sign. All he did was look around and wait for me. This beautiful man was waiting for me. All I did was stare then walked up to him. He watched me walk closer as he started to walk to me with a smile. Standing two steps from each other. 'Hey y/n,' his voice just made me smile as I nod. 'Hey fo-,' he stopped me mid sentence, 'Noah, that my name my real name.'  Giving a smile, 'nice to finally see you Noah.'

After that first time of meeting we would see each other once every two months. We never lost touch. He told me what he does and I would watch him ether from my phone or me getting him the food he order. Passing it to him and I sit in the back. I watch him talk to his chat. Watch him react to videos or him just playing games. All I did would stare at him. Chat would notice it happening and would type it out. I leave before he starts to ask me questions about what they are talking about. More and more I fell for him. It's like those he fell first and she fell harder scenario but it's one sided. Now I'm packing to head back home.

Noah

I wanted her to be mine. I waited to long for Yn not be mine right. When I first heard her talk I was scared she wasn't gonna answer or be upset if I didn't call her so I ended my stream early. I stared at my phone. Waiting for the perfect time to call her. When the time was right I did it. She had such a nice voice. Then I got to meet her few months later. She was prettier than I imagined. Now she's in my house. Helping me most times. Bringing me my food when I stream. Talk with my stream. She doesn't know but I notice her stare when I'm busy. Then notice other people in chat comments on it as I smile. I like her. I want to tell her before she leaves tonight. I wanted to tell her on the first time I saw her at the airport. But I never did. So tonight I will.

Yn

He ended his stream early as I stay in my room to hear a knock as I open the door. He stood there as a dear to headlights as i tilt my head. ‘Yes Noah?’ He blinked as he gave a soft smile. ‘I was wondering if you want to sleep in my room just for tonight because you will leave tomorrow.’ Now I felt the deer in headlights without know I just nod my head. With that he left. I stayed by the door not know what happened till he called my name. I made my way to his room. His room was neat not messy messy or clean clean just neat. Walking towards his bed as he went to the bathroom. Laying on his bed I just watch the ceiling basically hearing what he was doing in the bathroom. I didn’t know what was gonna happen so I laid on my side. Hearing the light switch go off I felt him going under the blanket. ‘This doesn’t have to be weird right?’ He ask, turning off to look at a glimpse of his face. ‘No why would it be weird?’ Feeling him get closer with his hand touching the side of my body. ‘So this is fine?’ I hummed getting closer to feel his body. His heartbeat were quicken as I give a laugh. There was silence between us. This silence was nice. Till he spoke, ‘the sunrise will be beautiful won’t it y/n?’ (I like you and I don’t want you to leave me) . His body started to relax as soon as he said those words. Giving a smile at those words. ‘I wouldn’t miss it anymore Noah.’ (I like you too and I won’t leave)

[kingofthecapybaras]

brief lil fic i wrote bc i was having too many thoughts about landduo hurt/comfort

obvious warnings for mentions of missing eggs and general angst

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foolish walks out of his tower, having just finished organizing his loot from the dungeons he did today, and pointedly not dwelling for too long on anything other than the chests in that room. he still has a bit of time left today, and he's certainly not looking forward to trying to go to sleep and being left alone with his thoughts, so maybe he can finally squeeze some work in on the titan, or he'll go to spawn and run into someone else to goof around with and distract himself.

foolish gets halfway across the path to his warpstone when he finally notices bad on the shore. he's sitting on the ground outside his and dapper's first house, with his arms wrapped around his legs, knees tucked up to his chin, staring off blankly into the water as it waves and ripples against the land.

foolish pauses for a brief moment, and then turns to walk along the shore over to him.

"hey," foolish greets softly. bad turns his head to look up at foolish, but doesn't say a word. foolish notices the bags under his eyes. bad turns back to staring out at the water.

it's not an outright 'go away,' so foolish takes that as invitation enough to sit down next to him on the ground, curled up similarly to bad with his hands resting on his knees. for what feels like the first time all day, foolish lets out a deep breath, the full weight of his thoughts washing over him like the sound of the waves.

he thinks of leo. he thinks about how in the days leading up to the eggs' disappearance he didn't even get to see her, missing her by mere minutes. he thinks of the note she left in the chest in her room, he thinks about the totems left there and how wherever she is now, she doesn't have them. he thinks of vegetta, how he's probably going to come back and find out their daughter is missing. he thinks of all the other eggs. surely they'll all come back, right? the last time they went missing they came back. they have to come back, it's not fair for them to just be taken without any warning, without any explanation, without any closure.

foolish feels tears start to prick at the corners of his eyes, and tries to push the feeling away. bad is still sitting next to him, after all, and foolish can only think however he's feeling, bad must be feeling it worse, he practically took care of all the eggs. he doesn't need to add foolish having a breakdown in front of him on top of all of that.

foolish takes another few deep breaths, listening to the sound of the waves, letting his thoughts wash away with them, and he thinks he might be somewhere close to feeling normal again. and then he feels bad lean his head against his shoulder.

he looks down to find bad already looking up at him, and they share a brief glance before foolish wraps an arm around bad's back, pulling him in closer, and bad moves to fully wrap his arms around foolish's chest, and then foolish moves his other arm and they're hugging each other so tight foolish worries he might crush him.

and then foolish notices bad is crying- shaking, silent sobs with cold tears landing where bad has tucked his head near foolish's shoulder- and then foolish's carefully put up wall cracks, every last thought and emotion foolish had been bottling in rushing out in the form of tears that trail down his cheeks and fall against bad's back.

they stay hugging even after they've both stopped crying, until finally foolish feels bad push back against his hold and he releases him. bad pulls away, wiping at his face with one hand, still saying nothing. foolish has the impulse to poke fun at him just to regain a sense of normalcy, but quickly pushes it down. he has the feeling bad needed that just as much as he did.

they sit in silence again for a little while longer, staring out at the water and the now mostly set sun just barely dipping below the horizon, before bad stands up.

"uh, i should go… i have stuff i need to work on."

foolish stands up with him, feeling that whatever moment they were having before has now passed.

"yeah, yeah. me too," foolish says. bad turns to leave, and foolish puts out a hand to stop him. "uh. thanks, though."

it's doesn't feel exactly like what foolish really means, but it's close enough.

"oh. thank you too," bad says.

they go their separate ways, and they don't mention it again, aside from the knowing glance they share when they see each other the next morning.

[boncottontail]

Along Came A Spider

A QSMP x Marvel mashup fanfiction by yours truly!

Featuring: Roier as Spider-Man, Cellbit as Black Cat, Vegetta as Iron Man, Foolish as Captain America and other QSMP creators as your beloved heroes and villains!

Ao3 link here!

This is a multi-chaptered fic that takes place in an imagined Marvel-themed universe that borrows certain themes and character traits from the QSMP. I myself am a HUGE Marvel nerd and Spider-man fan so of course I had to merge my two main interests. If you are as big as a Marvel fan as I am, please give my fic a try! Comments are kudos much appreciated 🫶

*No scheduled updates

*Guapoduo, Foolishgetta, Tntduo and Luckity are the only romantic (/r) dynamics. Everyone else is platonic!

[leafboy02]

I dont even know if this is gonna get traction here but you are happy to ignore if you want 🫶

ANYWAYYY I AM A FIC WRITER AND IM TRYING TO BE MORE CONSISTENT!!! CHECK OUT MY LATEST CHAPTER!

[pinesolaris]

Chapter One for my Super Power DSMP AU is out now! It's my first official work for the DSMP Fandom and the first time in years I've written fanfiction again!

I'll appreciate any kudos or comments left for the story! Or reblogs/retweets on my social media!

[winwinwrites]

Is it Bad Parenting if a Sacrafice Kills itself?

Pairing: c!Foolish & Sacrafice the Totem, Foolish's Chat & Sacrafice the Totem

Word count: 1.3k

Summary:

Remember when Foolish had a 3rd Totem and chat called it Sacrifice, because Foolish didn't want to adopt it,,,well if not then I am misremembering canon but anyway here is some angst about that.

Tags: Emotional Whump; Heavy Angst; Hurt No Comfort; Self-Doubt; Self-Hatred; Self-Worth Issues; Body Dyphoria; Existential Crisis; Existential Angst; Open Ending; Child Neglect; Child Abandoment; It/Its pronouns for Sacrafice; He/Him Pronouns for Foolish

TW: ^^honestly all of that^^

Read on Ao3 || My Ao3 || Other Dsmp works

Is it bad at being a totem? Sacrifice thinks so.

Or at least it assumes it is, since it has nothing to go off from, it has to assume the worst by now. Sacrifice longs for things, oh so many different things, this longing inside it is like a flame which keeps it alive, but at the same time fuels the flames of doubt, of the disgusting feeling of selfishness.

It is uncertain if it should want things, is it even allowed to do so? Would it go against a totems nature to want rather than to give? It was made with a purpose, a purpose to serve and to grant its life to whomever it belongs to, but it is hard to fulfil that role if no one is holding onto it. What use does it have if just trapped in a chest?

What it wouldn't give, for the golden Hand to finally reach into that chest, reach into the void that imprisons it in a space where neither time nor space move. There was nothing here, just a stagnant silence, it itself almost feels like part of the unchanging state of the void. It was unbarable. Golden skin melting with the being of the darkness.

Every now and again when an enderchest is opened by its owner it is being teleported from the nothingness into that specific chest which was in use at the moment, but each time it is still ignored. Shuffled around to make space for building blocks and other rarities like heads.

Sacrifice doesn't know what is worse, to look outside whenever it is allowed a short glimpse of the outside, to look at the blue skies, rainy storms, shiny nights or inviting warmth filled with red; or even its owner, golden smooth skin marked only by decorative engravings, his green enchanting eyes mirroring its own, be enveloped by a sense of belonging and realise what it is missing out all the time while trapped in here or if it is just better to look away, but still feel the debilitating loneliness.

It pains it. The silence, but it isn't sure if the words of its father, if it is even worthy enough to call him that, when he first brought it to live were any more bearable. The doozers happily jumping around, urging its father to adopt it, to give it a name, but Foolish only getting frustrated at that, pushing it into the enderchest and telling the little workers that he would like a totem for himself to actually be able to use. The doozers call out Sacrifice, to Foolishes dismay.

And so it was named. Not by its father, its maker, but by the kind workers who saw something more than just another things to use.

Giving something a name means getting attached to it, giving it a life, to actually care about it. Sacrifice was neither cared for nor was Foolish attached to it, but having the doozers call out its name did give it a reason to hope that maybe one day their chants would reach its fathers ears and would make it be loved by the only one it cares about more than itself.

Calling Foolish its father was just a fantasy it likes to think about, a possibility that somehow, someway Foolish will look into the chest see it and exclaim how stupid he is for leaving his child behind like that. That one day mercy would be given to the small helpless totem and be called his child. It is a disappointing to think about really, every time hoping for it to be brought out for only another thing taking its place in its makers hands.

Something which adds to the tragedy of the totems situation is that it is conscious, it is aware, which wouldn't be the case usually. Totems are just in reality objects, just like any chest, stick, block is and will be, but the differentiating factor between its kind and a regularly thing is that it is infused with magic, with live giving magic and so when none other than a God was holding it for so long while subconsciously thinking of it as a child, or trying not to, it manifested into existence, but not enough to fully bring it to live. So while Sacrifice is trapped in its body, unable to move or even show any signs of life, a true totem in all aspects but in awareness.

It is a cruel joke forced upon it, being not only trapped in a prison of dark obsidian, the void, but also trapped in its own body as well. A cruel game life is playing with the totem, it never asked to end up this way.

Through its situation Sacrifice has a lot time to think, which is not really ideal for a small child like it was, left with nothing else to stimulate its senses other than its lonely being. It barely gets to see the outside world for no more than a few moments at a time, so what was it supposed to learn about the world? How is it supposed to experience the world, people, nature, concepts and all the different pleasures the world has to offer if trapped in here?

How is it supposed to think about something other than its father, which was mostly just make believe scenarios in its mind, made up, and its own incapability. It can't stop denying the fact that it is a faulty totem, a bad totem, a selfish totem.

A faulty child, a bad child, a selfish child.

Simply a totem that wants to live.

Is it too much to long for a fatherly embrace, but not in case there is a fight and it is just a plan B in case Foolish might not survive. Sacrifice wants to be loved, to be cared about, to experience what it means to have a family. People who it can trust, who wouldn't leave it alone, to not abandon it as soon as it was made.

Even if its existence isn't much, actually mostly lacking even, but the thought of not existing, dying, is a scary thing which it does not have to fight with, well that is until it is brought out by its maker to grant him another life.

But Sacrifice would perish for its creator, for its only light in the void. As horrible as the thought of not existing anymore might be scary to a child, it still depressingly agreed that it would not even second guess the choice between its existence and its fathers life. It would give up all lives in the world if it meant to save its father, maybe, just maybe if it proved itself to its father as worthy, as helpful, maybe then will Foolish accept it as its child, as his own blood and gold.

What if it isn't its intentions that were repulsive to its maker, but its appearance instead? Was it not shiny enough? The lack of sun surely did a number on it, but it doesn't think that anything has changed because of how little it has been handled in its life. Is it the dullness of its eyes, is the emerald not green enough? Does it lack in pureness? Sacrifice doesn't feel this way, it knows that the pillagers always used the best materials that they could provide to create totems to bring people to live or else it might not have worked, but maybe they didn't have the best materials at hand while making it? Maybe Foolish could see something a normal mortal like the pillagers couldn't see?

Maybe it just is a disgusting impure child that needs to be ridden of its dirty outside.

Every moment that passes makes the little totem more and more depressed, its thoughts mimicking the void of the enderchest and consuming it whole. If it could cry it would, but instead Sacrifice just screams out in its head until its mind ached and the fire of longing subdued.

[rosegoldenatlas]

We need more fics with Skeppy and Foolish being friends. Cause like think about it. Foolish is made of gold and Skeppy is made of diamond. They could have a connection!!! And plus Foolish is a fellow skephalo shipper so that could be included.

Anyways someone write about this and tag me please.

[genevawrenn]

What Impossible Means, a Leap of Faith

✨q!Philza & q!Foolish, q!Philza & Chayanne & Tallulah [Undying Duo] ✨3.9k W.C. ✨q!Philza-centric ✨QSMP & Non canon ✨Based on Jan 16th stream 🎵The Melting Point of Wax by Thrice

Air screamed past his ears, wings crying their own agony as he struggled to keep them spread out. The strength lacked though due to moons of neglect, eventually his limbs snapping shut, unable to hold his weight as he plunged towards the river below headfirst. Unable to fly and unable to escape his own crescendo, he waited for the cold embrace of unconsciousness.

Or even death.

For what was he without the sky he couldn’t embrace? An avian trapped on the ground was prey waiting to happen, for something stronger to come along and end his miserable existence.

He spoke of teaching his children to fly when he doubted his own abilities, hoping they wouldn’t be dragged to the ground like their father who had been bested by someone he still had yet to exact revenge upon. He hoped they would find their freedom while he withered waiting for his own to come. If it ever did.

What a stupid thing to attempt, Phil chastised himself before he crashed, wondering if he would drown in failure or the water that caught his landing harshly.

[blockboiscraze]

Oh great Guapoozers

I desperately plead with you for song recommendations that remind you of Foolgetta

Like- I’m seriously desperate and it would help motivate me to keep writing my Foolgetta fics so much! I please with you please leave any that you think would fit them!!! Angst, Fluff, Spice!!! I don’t care!

[directionlessfanficinspo]

Succubus BBH pt. 1

Bad is burning the candle at both ends.

Deep down he can sense his body fraying, but the contracts and bounties are seemingly endless.

Before he knows it, ten whole years have passed since his last feeding. He has just finished a job when the realization hits, bringing him to his knees on the cold stone floor of the inn.

Ten whole years.

How is he still standing?

He examines his hands and sees them shaking like dry leaves in the wind. His skin is hot, he realizes dimly. More so than usual. It feels as though he is back in the Nether.

Feverishly, he shrugs off his clothes draws a bath, but the water boils as soon as he steps into it.

Angrily, he wipes bloody tears out of his eyes and stares unseeingly at the bed.

It is too late to take a mortal lover. They would burn under his touch long before they had the chance to climax.

Bad looks down at his naked body and grimaces. His gray skin has grown so hot that it shimmers under the light, and little flames roll off of his long black hair. His breasts hang heavy and sore, swollen to the point of absurdity. Behind him his tail hangs limp, and the scars where his wings used to be ache anew.

He has not felt this terrible since his fall.

Outside the window, a tall, statuesque castle looms on the horizon. Gold towers sparkle in the moonlight.

Bad grimaces.

He must've subconsciously realized what was happening to him and gravitated toward the one person who would be able to help. It always seems to come to this, in the end.

He hates it. He doesn't.

The fireproof material of his Nether cloak scrapes harshly against his bare skin and he shudders. It covers his whole body from horns to toes, but his false halo remains visible. A bright, clinical white instead of golden it shines over his head, matching his empty eyes.

Inhaling deeply he braces himself. It will be a long walk, but he can make it. It has been ten years, after all. What is a few hours more?

The palace doors are unlocked, as usual. Their creator has no need to fear trespassers. Bad slips deftly through them and shivers as his God's familiar aura surrounds him like a physical presence.

It is dominant and powerful, but simultaneously cool and comforting, like ocean spray.

The palace is built for a giant, with absurdly high ceilings and intricately carved archways. There are no chandeliers, but Bad knows better than to be surprised. His arch nemesis has sworn off them for over three hundred years.

Instead, sea lanterns and and glowstone light up the hallways. There are even End rods, overt in their impossibility.

Bad ignores a pang of loss at the reminder of his former home and continues onward. Instinctually he can sense where the palace's sole inhabitant is.

His presence must be known by now, but neither welcome nor confrontation takes place.

His God is in the library. He stands in his true form, well over thirty feet tall. Golden skin glints in the glowstone light and jewels sparkle along his body. He is reading a book that appears comically small in his enormous hands.

Meanly, Bad wonders if it is upside down.

"Well, well, well" Foolish drawls. All at once his full attention presses down on Bad. It feels something like having a house dropped on his head and his knees buckle beneath him.

Foolish's enormous head tilts to one side.

"Look what the cat dragged in." He says thoughtfully. "How's it going there, pal?"

Bad shrugs weakly.

"Oh, you know." He replies in a poor attempt at his usual cheer. "Same old. Can't complain."

His skin heats a few degrees as if in disagreement and he whines through clenched teeth.

Foolish's massive body flares with warm, bright light, and the next thing Bad knows is warm hands on his face

"You're burning pretty hot, there." Foolish says, human and distinctly concerned. His black hair is longer than the last time they met, curtaning his eyes, but the worry shines through nonetheless. He places one hand on Bad's forehead. "Did you just come back from the Nether?"

Bad shakes his head, unable to keep pretending.

"White." He whispers. "Please, Foolish. White. I can't- I can't take it anymore."

Foolish's expression morphs from one of concern to understanding, sympathy and a subtle hunger.

"How long?" He asks gently.

Bad avoids his eyes. He doesn't want to see the judgement he knows will be there.

"Ten years." He whispers. "I didn't mean to. I swear."

Foolish touches his chin gently and guides his gaze upward.

"Bad, that's- I don't-" He takes a deep breath they both know he doesn't need. "What can I do?"

Bad's brain is foggy, but he doesn't hesitate.

"I just need to feed." His voice breaks. "Please, Foolish. I'll do anything."

His God searches his face for an agonizingly long time.

"Okay." He says at length. "What's your word, Bad? Can you tell me?"

Bad swallows a groan at the steadily growing heat in his core. His body can sense Foolish. It knows what is about to happen.

"Diamond." He replies. "If something is wrong, I'll tell you."

Foolish nods.

"Alright." He says. His voice is low, a little gravelly. It is the voice that will always bring Bad to his knees. "I'll feed you."

He steps back and Bad whines out loud, a high, keening sound. Foolish grins at him. His teeth are many and very, very sharp.

"Why don't you take off your clothes, hmm? It's awfully hot in here."

Bad glares at him, hating the way his body responds to the God's words.

Foolish cocks an eyebrow and waits. He will not give in. Bad knows that from experience.

Reluctantly, he pulls off his hood, allowing his long, curly black hair to flow free.

His God makes an approving sound low in his chest and, encouraged, Bad allows the rest to slip off of his body.

He must look ruined, if Foolish's hungry expression is anything to go by.

Heavy, engorged tits, feverishly flushed skin and a dripping cunt. Even his normally shiny hair is stringy with sweat, hanging down his back like ropes.

Everything aches.

Before he can blink Foolish is back in his space, one hand around his waist and the other cupping the side of his neck.

"Is this okay?" He asks quietly. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Bad nods so quickly he thinks he might actually pull a muscle.

"I want this." He mumbles, then, quieter. "I want you."

Foolish smiles widely.

The world around them melts. Colours fade and blur together until they are all that remains, highlighted in the starry dark of the void.

He is pressed tightly against Foolish, so much so that he can feel ever piece of jewellery imprint against his flesh.

Colour returns before he can complain, reforming into his God's bedroom. A bedroom isn't what he'd call the cavernous room, but that is what it is.

A plunging lagoon, surrounded by marble pillars inlaid with gold and mother of pearl. The uneven walls are tales of the past caught in jewel-like mosaic patterns. Bad sees himself in several of them.

He does not have time to stare, as Foolish hoists him up into his arms. He wraps his legs reflexively around Foolish's waist and Foolish grins impishly at him through dark curtains of hair.

"Let's cool you down." He says, far too lightly. "A little holy water never hurt anyone, right?"

If he wasn't so far gone, Bad would've bitten him.

The water is delicious against his burning skin, kept magically freezing by Foolish's divine magic. It soothes an ache inside him that he'd barely known he had.

Until tonight.

He is tall, just under twice the size of an ordinary human. Even he cannot even begin to touch the bottom. Every drop of water in the lake is holy but instead of burning, he is soothed.

His God. The only divine being to even look at him after his fall. The only one to ever offer relief or sanctuary.

As if reading his thoughts, Foolish traces his fingers down the parallel scars on Bad's back. His touch is feather-light and reverent, nothing like the brutality that had made those scars thousands of years ago.

"They were beautiful, you know." Foolish says lowly, his breath tickling Bad's piercing riddled, pointed ear. "More than anyone else's. When we met, your wings were the most beautiful things I'd ever seen."

Bad stifles a sob against Foolish's broad chest, and feels a large hand cup the back of his head comfortingly.

He misses his wings. They were huge and magnificent, a resplendent shade of red that the universe will never see again. They had brought him high in the sky and through the bottomless depths of space. Not once had they failed him. After his fall, it had taken him months to readjust to their missing weight. He'd taken to wearing heavy cloaks, just to have some semblance to clutch to.

"Please." He whispers, his words muffled against golden flesh. He doesn't even know what he is begging for. "Please, Foolish."

His God hums softly, the sound rumbling through their joined chests.

The next thing Bad knows he is underwater, suspended over a bottomless hole.

I'll be quick. Foolish's voice ripples through his mind. This first time.

Bad does not have time to react before Foolish surges over him, his skilled mouth sealing over one of Bad's nipples. His hands are not idle, massaging, squeezing and tugging engorged flesh. He tugs cruelly on pierced nipples, melding pleasure with sharp pain.

Bad moans soundlessly, his back arching into the bottomless void. The water silences him as effectively as any gag, but lifts the weight from his immortal body and soothes his red hot skin.

Nimble fingers tweak one pierced nipple, while a rough tongue laps mercilessly at the other. A muscular thigh presses between his legs, creating a welcome pressure against his cunt.

Foolish's free hand reaches up, pressing two fingers against his lips. Bad opens eagerly for him, his split tongue laving long fingers like his life depended on it.

Foolish is the only one to treat him like this. The only one who goes out of his way to makes him feel good. Like a precious thing to be treasured, instead of just used and tossed aside upon completion.

His tears roll freely now, tainting the holy water of the lagoon with damned blood.

Foolish raises his head for a moment, his nostrils flaring.

The darkness of a shark flashes in his eyes, but is gone in a moment as he sees the source of the blood.

Oh sweetheart. He says. It's okay. I've got you. Let me just get you ready, and then you can feed, alright?

Bad nods. He is grinding freely against Foolish's thigh, he realizes distantly. When had he started that?

Foolish moves them once more so that they are floating upright, with Bad's chest level with his face.

I'm going to start opening you up now, okay? He checks gently. You're already so wet for me. You're perfect, Bad, do you hear me?

Even as he speaks his tongue and teeth remain occupied, tugging and nipping at engorged nipples. It hurts so deliciously that Bad arches against him, pressing his tits further into his face. He cannot even think enough to answer.

Foolish seems to take this as agreement as he lowers his hands to Bad's hips and guides him down, bit by bit, onto his cock.

They groan as one and Foolish bites down, hard. More blood clouds the water.

Foolish's thickness is unmatched, even thousands of years later. Bad does not think he will ever meet anyone who fills him up as thoroughly as his God does.

Pleasure whites out his brain and he drifts into a space outside of time. All that remains is hot pleasure and an aching sense of safety. Even now, Foolish does not stop pleasuring him, his hands and mouth still busy with anything they can reach.

Bad knows it immediately when he climaxes. Golden energy penetrates the fog in his mind, searing his entire body with holy warmth.

It is not the same as the infernal heat of the Nether, to which he had been banished. He should be burnt from the inside out but he isn't, and slowly, his aching body begins to recover its strength. Foolish's energy is like nothing else. It is deafening echo of home.

[moonbearmeliox]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: QSMP | Quackity SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Jaiden Animations & Rafael Lange | Cellbit, Jaiden Animations & BadBoyHalo, Jaiden Animations & FoolishGamers, Jaiden Animations & Roier, Bobby (QSMP) & Jaiden Animations, Rafael Lange | Cellbit & Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo, Rafael Lange | Cellbit & Richarlyson (QSMP), Rafael Lange | Cellbit & Roier Characters: Jaiden Animations, Rafael Lange | Cellbit, Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo, Noah Brown | Foolish Gamers, Roier (Video Blogging RPF), Bobby (QSMP), Alexis | Quackity, Cucurucho (QSMP), Felipe Zaghetti | Felps, Francisco Miguel | ForeverPlayer, Richarlyson (QSMP), Baghera Jones, The Jaidens Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Ghosts, Canon-Typical Violence, Mild Gore, Fluff and Angst, Winged Jaiden Animations, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Platonic Relationships, Grief/Mourning Summary:

Before hitting the ground, in the mix of smoke and falling rubble, she thinks she sees a person about to catch her. But she blinks and no one is there.

An explosion that nearly killed her instead grants Jaiden the ability to see ghosts. Now she must navigate her new life on Quesadilla Island while being haunted by an investigator, a reaper, and a humanoid totem.

Inspired by the event of the Blue Bird Mission.

[imagines-babes]

Amor Eterno (Foolish)

Hello thank you for over 70 followers and reblogs,likes, and request. I will be getting back to qsmp quackity but someone from my wattpad had an idea of Qsmp! Wilbur headcannons so that in the near future. Anyway today story is long. Also warning this does involve death and a shooting. Just remember this is all fake and it is for the story. The song for today is ‘Amor Eterno,’ Rocío Dúrcal. I hope you enjoy and you can request okay that’s all bye. One more thing it does use his real name in the story.

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Foolish pov

Just another day, it was a happy day. No distractions. No streaming. No filming. Just me and y/n. Us together.

It started in the late morning. We didn't complain. We both needed it. Maybe me more than y/n. But still, we needed it. Getting dressed for the day together. Y/n said they planned the day. Which if it was me I would probably not have done a good job even if y/n tell me otherwise. She kiss my cheek as I chuckled.

Leaving to head inside the car. Sitting on the passenger side as she drives. There was one thing that she wasn't bothered by that made me like her more was she didn't mind if I was a passenger princess. She enjoyed driving but if she drove she has to pick the music. Which I agreed to those rules. Placing a hand on her thigh while she drove his face broke into a smile. For I, looking to the side out the window remembering how we first met. Usually, I won't remember most things but at that moment it was the most important thing for me.

It was the day of the streamer awards. Everyone was being seated while others started to talk seeing their friends for this awards ceremony. Tina was talking to her. She sits at the table next to us. Her dress was navy blue but under the lighting was black. She started to talk more as she look over at me flashing a smile towards me as I froze. Karl was trying to get my attention snapping out of a trance looking over at him. I didn't hear much because my mind was still on her. Till Tina called me over and introduced us. She smiles once more. The smile made me fall for her. I didn't even know them well and I fell for her hard. Her name was Y/n. After that night, we went on to the message and me asking her out.

Feeling the car stop, she looked over to me, 'Ready to go inside.'  Look out the window once more, 'I thought we could go to the aquarium if that's fine with you.' I nod. 'Anything you have planned is always gonna be fine with me.' Giving a smile we both walk inside. Looking at all the fish, sharks, and many other sea animals. Holding her hand as she sometimes rushes to the next part taking every detail in one section. While I started to stare at her. Noticing her smile, the perfume that she puts on, how she does her hair, and how she talks about anything. She looked above us to see a shark smile. 'Hey look it's you,' I look at her then above us to see it swimming around. We reached a part where we can touch the sting ray, I look over at her once more as I notice she was scared. 'It's alright you know you don't have to be scared,' shaking her head immediately. 'I'm not l. I've touched one before for your information Noah.' She stares at me as I called her bluff. Going up to pay for herself to touch one. She stands near the area looking around sticking her hand in as I stand beside her. ‘You sure you can-‘ she glared at me, ‘I’m just feeling the water shut up I know I can do it.’ Watching her hand reach in deeper and then pull it out. There were no strings ray around so we moved to a different spot. Noticing one near a child. Looking at the water once more seeing them touch the little girl's hand while I looked over at y/n. She held her hands together. ‘You don’t have to if you don’t want to.’ Y/n looked up at me as she shakes her head. ‘No, I’m doing it. I paid for it so might as well do it.’ The little girl no more than 6 looked over at us. ‘Are you scared?’ She had a red baseball hat looking over at y/n. She nods. ‘Yeah, but I can do it.’ The little girl gave me a stare then back at y/n. ‘We can touch the next one together.’ Y/n nods putting her hand in once more with the little girl having her hand inside already. The stingray is approaching. The little girl felt it first then move her hand to not touch her hand. She looks at y/n. Y/n felt the stingray back as it was slimy as she pulled it out. The little girl clapped for y/n as I did the same. ‘You did it,’ the little girl smile as she stepped away from the touch tank. ‘Thank you. Where are your parents?’ Y/n asked as the little girl saw them in the corner. ‘They are over there with my brother.’

The atmosphere change as soon as a guy came in with a duffel bag. A guy was feeling as soon as y/n notice him. Both of his hands were in his bag. ‘Hey, little one why don’t you go back with your parents? We will walk you to them right Noah?.’ All I did and agreed. We started to hear till the gunshot appeared behind us. We were all running. All you could hear was glass shattering and people screaming. The little girl was holding onto y/n we ran to the door to leave. Hearing something fall behind us was one of the guards from the front. With us outside we start to hear sirens and lights. Y/n, let’s go of the little girl as she ran to her parents. They thanked you. Mostly y/n. ‘Noah I don’t think I can stand,’ I feel her lean into me. I grab her before she can hit the floor. Looking down at her shirt seeing a gunshot in her chest. I tried to put pressure to stop it from bleeding. Trying to call for someone there was a crowd starting to form. ‘Call 911 please anyone.’ I stare back at y/n she gives a weak smile. Feeling her hand on top of mine. ‘ The little girl is safe right?’ Y/n asked as I nod. ‘Don’t worry about her. Worry about yourself alright y/n’ a person from the crowd says they were 12 minutes away. Looking down at y/n. ‘Do you hear that y/n they are 12 minutes away you just have to stay awake alright?’ Her breath started to slow down. I feel her hand on my cheek. ‘You are gonna be okay alright,’ she was talking as if she was going to die. ‘Don’t talk like that y/n Please don’t talk like that.’ She smiles at me. ‘You are one of the prettiest men I know you know that Noah.’ She moved my hair out of my face. I nod. ‘Noah..how far are they?’ The time felt longer the 12 minutes felt like an hour. But only two minutes have passed. ‘10 minutes okay just breathe and stay with me.’ She tried to nod but her eyes started to close, ‘No No No y/n you have to stay with me, honey. You have to alright they will be here,’ she shakes her head. ‘I’m tired Noah I need to close my eyes,’ she close for a second till I shake her, ‘ I love you you know that Noah I never loved anyone like I have loved you. I need you to let me sleep and I need you to be happy for what we had,’ she stare at me. Shaking my head as she nods, ‘No I’m not gonna let you sleep you have to stay with me please y/n. Who is gonna be with me? When I sleep? When I stream? Who’s gonna make fun of me for when I messed up? Who is gonna laugh with me other stupid jokes. Y/n you can’t leave me not now please.’ I start to hold her with one arm. Feeling her thumb crests my cheeks. ‘ Someone else will and they will do something’s that I couldn’t do. I love you Noah more than anything but they won’t make it and I need to know you will be okay.’ All I did was nod. ‘I need to hear you say it.’ She looked up at me wiping some tears. ‘I will try to be okay’ she breaks into a smile pulling me in for one more late kiss. This kiss was a goodbye. Goodbye for us. Pulling back from the kiss she stare at me once more with a smile. The spark in her eyes as she smile slowly went away. Feeling her hand slide off my cheek to her chest. Hearing the paramedics park near us the rush. They tried to move me away but it wasn’t worth it. They tried to catch a breath or something to revive her. It was too late. They were a minute late. Y/n died in my arms.

It wasn't supposed to end like this. But it did.

[angelsandarsenic]

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