#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.

[alexblue29]

Foolish x fem reader

Foolish decides to help his crush on how to play Minecraft. Always provides whatever materials she needs. If he doesn't have it, he gets it immediately

If they decide to do a world together it would most likely be a chill and cozy one. His crush wanders around the map. She talks about how she wants to build a home in the cherry blossom biome and a base mine in the lush caves

He secretly constructs both buildings for her. He is bad with interior design, so he asks his chat/doozers for advice about the colors, furniture, and where should it be placed.

Then he tells her to log in to show a special surprise he made her and boom gives her the tour.

His crush is touched by his hard work and told him he didn't need to do it. Foolish would say "I wanted to because I love making you happy"

Oohhhh ohohoh that's cute as fuck!!

Minecraft Beds

You've been invited to join the QSMP and had gladly accepted. You've been streaming for about two years before they took notice of you and invited you.

You were ecstatic.

During the time before you would join, you'd gotten to know Quackity who was extremely nice and very good at talking down tour anxiety about joining an already formed group.

When you joined the very first time, you were the very first person on the server. You were streaming it, of course, but it was still pretty early and no one else was on at that time.

So, you took your time gathering basic materials and chatting with your viewers.

About an hour in, Foolish joined the server. You nervously sent a greeting in the game chat to which he responded with enthusiasm, asking you if he could join you and help you out.

You two quickly became friends, much to the pleasure of both your chats. He gave you some extra materials he didn't need and showed you around, helping you to get all the way stones so you wouldn't have to walk everywhere.

You streamed for about five hours but stayed on the game once you ended, mostly because you liked to keep Foolish company. In the end, you both played around ten hours together.

After about two weeks of the same daily occurrences, he brought up the idea of making a server for the both of them, so they could play together outside of the QSMP and just relax instead of being on edge with lore most times.

Once on the new server, you immediately took off and began looking for a cherry blossom biome, it was your favorite, you claimed when Foolish questioned you while running after you.

It took forever but you finally stumbled upon one, not before getting killed a few times by the nighttime mobs. You were ecstatic, gathering as much cherry wood as you could. You ended up making a very small house to hold you both over during the nights since gathering all the materials you'd need would take time.

Foolish took off exploring around the biome and stumbled upon a series of caves that eventually led him to a beautiful, huge, lush cave. You squeaked when he announced it, saying how much the lush caves were beautiful and you should build a base down there as well.

Eventually, you got tired. It was late, around one in the morning and you had promised your viewers a QSMP stream in the early morning. You said your goodbyes to Foolish and wished him a nice Sunday seeing as he didn't stream on Sundays.

Unknown to you, Foolish had begun streaming once you left, claiming he wanted to practice his building with different materials. He built you an amazing, huge house in the cherry blossom biome, well, the shell of it at least. He'd also started on a base down in the lush caves but he was mostly focused of the cherry house.

Anyone who watches Foolish knows this, he might be an amazing builder but he's not the best at decorations. Between the both of you, you were the decorator of the duo. Once he quickly built the shell of the house, he began asking his chat advice on decorating.

When they told him to just ask you, he caved and told them this was actually the server for both of you and he wanted to surprise you with the builds. They began spamming "simp" but he only laughed, while blushing, and urged them to help him with the decorations.

That next Tuesday, after both your streams on QSMP, Foolish was very insistent you log on to your shared server. You did so with a tired smile but frowned confused when you found yourself inside a dirt box.

He was quick to dig you out and guide you to the house. You were out of words, it was beautiful, more than what you imagine yourself making. Before showing you the interior, he ushered you to the lush caves where he showed you the, now-finished, base he'd made down there.

As you made your way back to the cherry house, he asked you to not judge his interior decorating and that you could change things around if you wanted. As you walked in, you were pleasantly surprised. You've grown used to helping each other while building, he'd help you build, and you'd help him decorate.

He had done incredibly well, you refused to change a single thing until you went upstairs to the bedroom. You noticed how there was only one bed in the room, when you brought it up he claimed because it was your house it only needed one bed.

You laughed and went to rummage through the chests until you found wood, wool and a blue flower. You turned to flower into dye, crafted a bed and dyed it blue before quickly placing it beside the one he'd put for you.

When he asked you why, you said, that since he made the entire house and decorated it, it was unfair to have him make a whole house for himself. He stayed quiet for a time and you were worried you'd read everything wrong until he spoke up,

"I wasn't expecting that." He laughed. You were quick to say that he could make another house for himself, you didn't mind but he cut you off, "No, no, no. I'll stay here with you. I only wanted to make it cause I love making you happy but if you want me to stay I can stay."

A week later, when Twitchcon came up you brought up going and he immediately booked tickets for the both of you.

[solsays]

this was inspired by a Fooligetta fic called “you who is bound to the sea” by yourfauxentropy on ao3 and done at roughly 3am :’) I would highly recommend the fic it’s very silly and cute

I don’t know if this is their acc on here, but @yourfauxentropy is the author on ao3 :]

[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!

[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)

[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!

[hiatusdeity]

PRAISING DEMIGOD!FOOLISH ...and. overstimulating him-

Being a devoted follower to Foolish, and his builds, you would go far far lengths to be able to praise- and 'get on your knees' for him. 🤧

Im so normal im so normal im so norma

- 🍏 anon insane hours

My God

demigod foolish x gn reader!

warnings: utter filth, cum eating, worshipping

you had met foolish at what had felt the beginning of time itself, and you suppose it had been almost that amount of time. thousands of years, since he rescued you from a perilous situation, since you dropped on the ground and pledged your loyalty to the demigod. thousands of years of immortality that he had blessed you with.

even after all this time, your fondness for foolish never ceased. he was an artist, masterfully skilled at creating and building, and he had left you in awe hundreds of times. You would never tire of him, watching him mould empires, each creation was a perfect monument left for lucky eyes to see.

you had been his first follower, and you would never be able to shake the honour that came from that title. Knowing that every mortal that prayed to him would never have your position, would never see the epitome of beauty held into a body.

despite meaning to be his loyal companion and servant, you struggled with your other desires. he made you ravenous, desperate for his praise or voice, glimpses of his body, his taut muscles, his tall height. he was the forbidden fruit that you didn’t care take, too afraid to even look in his eyes in case he saw every vulnerability. you had heard from others that his eyes were bright green and utterly enchanting, and you expected no less.

it wasn’t unusual for foolish to call upon you while he was working. looking for praise to practically preen over, it seemed he seemed it, appreciative of the utter genuineness you held. “you called?” you smiled, watching the god turn to you tensely.

“you came.” he let his lips turn up in response, watching you silently for a moment. “i am displeased with this build. i need a second opinion.”

you stepped forward, avoiding his gaze and settling your eyes on his upturned lips before shifting your attention to the build. “it’s magnificent my god, what is the matter?”

you failed to miss the hitch in his breath as my god left your mouth. “you think so? go on, tell me more.” he smirked, surely you didn’t have too many words for it, it was nothing too special.

“everything you make is a blessing for mortal and divine eyes.” you started, carefully speaking your words, hyper aware he was analysing every inch of you and your language. “i am in awe at your work, i worship it as i worship you.”

time seemed to freeze, your words had set something ablaze within him. “worship me then.” he commanded, begging for your undivided attention, even if he had it all the time. wordlessly, you dropped to your knees as he curiously watched you. the heat of his gaze made you deliciously nauseous, you tried not to shake as you bowed your head and brought your hands together. soundlessly you pressed your lips to his feet, then to his calves, thanking him every time. he gasped at your actions, before grabbing your head, fear pooled in your eyes, you hadn’t mean to wrong him.

“you’d worship every part of me?” he asked seriously, testing your loyalty. without a thought you nodded, sputtering out ‘of course’ and ‘anything for you’. “what a perfect worshipper you are.” he whispered gently, reaching down to cup your face. you instinctively looked the other way, averting your gaze from his green irises. he gripped your chin firmly in response, “look at me. i command you.”

shakily you shifted your view, taking in his brilliance, his beauty. it was overwhelming, and blinding. his eyes were pools of emerald, and they were on you. his eyes were on you. your lips parted absentmindedly in awe “you are beautiful.” you whispered. his whole face softened at your words.

“please worship every inch of my skin, my devoted follower.” he guided you softly to undo his robes, his cock smacking against his thigh as the fabric came undone. you tried to not react, but your body betrayed you, letting out heavy breaths with now large dilated pupils.

“anything for you my god.” you breathed out in appreciation, moving to kiss the head of his cock. you felt drunk and intoxicated, intimately touching your deity. “anything, god” you moaned, too desperate to do anything apart from take his length down your throat. you felt tears well up in your eyes, from both the large amount forcing it’s way down your throat, and the honour of being able to please foolish.

“so perfect for me.” he gasped, twitching in your mouth. “look at me, look at me.” he whispered, and willingly, you stared into his gorgeous eyes. drowning in bliss, drowning in his moans and gasps. “that’s it, such a good little thing you are.”

his words sent arousal deep through you, spiking in-between your legs. simply having his cock stuffed in your mouth would’ve been enough to eventually make you cum. you eagerly pushed him further, mouth coming to the base is his dick. it was so pleasurably painful. He seemed fucked out, apologising before he began to brutally fuck your face, he spluttered out ‘i’m sorry’ every time you gagged. the pleasure in his stomach began to burn, a fire so hot he could do nothing but feed it, erratically he thrusted, enveloped by the warm of your mouth and lips. with a high pitched whine, his hot, thick cum spilled into you. Intoxicated on him, you swallowed his seed, drinking it up like it was liquid gold. despite him having been finished, you continued, begging him to release again in your mouth so you could consume him.

“ah fuck, wait wait.” he moaned at the overstimulation, but you sucked on with fervour, wanting to drain him and make him satiated. worship him. tears streamed down your face, you were so thankful for your gracious god. you pulled on his thighs, sinking your throat down effortlessly over his length again and again. “fuck, fuck, im going to cum again.”

you were so eager for the taste of him, you almost whimpered at his admittance. picking up your pace, you reached down to cup his balls, gently massaging them as you awaited his hot load again. you practically looked into his eyes begging. please, please, let me have you.

the taste of him flooded your mouth, imbedding it’s way into your teeth and gums, it ran down your throat like lava. so hot. so so good. as he pulled out your mouth gently, you licked your mouth clean, scrubbing it for any taste of him. “thank you my god, thank you.”

his breathlessness didn’t stop him from shakily kneeling, reaching out to stroke your face with his large golden fingers. “thank you, my devoted darling.” he shuffled towards you, until he could press his forehead against yours. “i will worship you as you worship me.”

hey 🍏 anon you need to chill/j. your mind is too big for this planet my god, bro this concept is so brain rotting. this is so filthy and i love it, thank you as always apple 🍏 anon. you have given me much to think about and thirst over LMAO.

i hope you enjoyed your request and it was up to your standards. if any of my avatar peeps are reading this, i am working on your requests don’t worry <3

i find it a wee bit funny that foolish is accumulating lots of fics and drabbles and other cc’s have got nothing for them LMAO.

[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.

[alexblue29]

WHAT IF

and here me out here

What if I wrote a series of like reader being a streamer and friends with Phil, Wil, Tubbo and Tommy and whatnot and then there's a twitchcon in vegas and they go so reader decides to go and they meet most of the friend group

AKA FOOLISH

and they feel like, "oh damn this person's like pulling me in like I wanna get to know them more"

So they spend the whole weekend talking and when they go back home reader is invited to join qsmp so they end up passing more time with Foolish and streaming together and all that shit

And it would be cute and fluffy and maybe smutty too who knows and it would be probably based on Enchanted by Taylor Swift

WOULD ANYONE READ THAT???

[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!

[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.

[boncottontail]

Chapter 5 of Along Came A Spider, my guapoduo QSMP x Marvel mashup fanfiction, has been uploaded! 🔥

Link here, lovelies <3