#my friend was an enderman and my other friend was a demon

[emery-r]

WENT TO A HALLOWEEN TEA PARTY YESTERDAY IN MY COSTUME

[crimsonender]

If you don't mind me asking, is there a story behind your demon puppet (icon? I'm not sure what else to call it sorry)? How did you come up with the design?

For the record, I think it's really cool and fits your personality really well! 👍

I've answered this in a few different streams before but I don't mind answering here again!

Crimp as I've come to call him actually has roots as my Minecraft skin. A while ago I changed my Minecraft skin to a an Enderman with red eyes and changed my username as well, the previous name being a little childish. It was really popular at the time incorporate other mobs as part of your skin. Docm77 with his creeper face, Technoblade with his pig, etc. However I was running an SMP at the time and basing with a friend. My friend was pretty skittish and she would attack me whenever she saw me out of the corner of her eye thinking I was a real Enderman.

Soooo. I knew I had to change my skin to keep that from happening but I liked the name Crimsonender and wanted to keep the name. So I designed a red character with blue hair and turned him into my skin. When I needed an avatar to start streaming I figured he would be the perfect choice. And now here we are! It was, like my YouTube career, kind of a happy accident. I've always liked Demon and Angel characters though so in the end I'm glad I settled on something that fits.

[whumpitisthen]

Spoooooooooon of lemooooooooooon

Anyways good morning tell me a little fact abt all your ocs. If you have a little fact for all your ocs. The ocs you have a little fact abt

—🐈‍⬛

I do not know what spoon of lemon means but hello spoon of lemon to you too kind stranger!!!!!

Hehehehe an oc ask of course i have little facts about my ocs i have so many

Cutting it off bc long

Grim loves bows. He ties his hair in a bow with a pretty ribbon. He ties a loose flowing bow at the end of his scythe. He ties bows around Mori's antlers, their wrists, ankles, neck, fingers sometimes (Mori is very careful with them, and they would secretly think its kind of cute whenever they find a random bow while cleaning, if they weren't so afraid of him). When he's bored and has to sit around and wait he finds the nearest tieable fabric — curtains, blankets, a table cloth, someone's hair — and ties it into a neat little bow. He just thinks they're neat :)

His Majesty, being a shapeshifter and also a god, is agender. He uses he/him pronouns because he tends to prefer masculine forms and because hes too old to give enough of a shit to change pronouns now when he's been referred to as he for thousands of years and it never really held much deeper meaning to him anyway, but he also just doesn't really look at gender the same way other people do. He's a bit of a special case. Diversity win! Satan is agender :)

The Doctor in nearly every sense except literal, is a black cat. In the way where black cats just look like vaguely cat shaped black blobs with glowing yellow eyes, it is a vaguely demon shaped black blob with glowing yellow eyes. It moves like a cat, fluid and slender and silent (when it wants to be; it does have massive clawed feet that knock on the floor when it isn't careful). It has the same intense stare as cats. It's pupils dilate like a cat's. Exception is when it's pissed. That's when it goes minecraft enderman mode and unlatches its jaw and becomes terrifying. It does have a mouth yes, it just looks like it doesn't. It is a massive black hole filled with several rows of far too sharp teeth. I will have to let the Doctor enjoyers down: it is an awful kisser. No lips, only teeth. It may be hot, but it simply would sooner bite the lower half of you face clean off before managing a kiss.

Miss Thu'lin became the Queen of Dragons when the last dragon queen was assassinated under mysterious circumstances. She always resented her older sister, because in her eyes at the time, the only reason her sister was the one in charge was because she was born sooner. Miss Thu'lin thought herself stronger, more capable, even prettier, and felt it was unfair that just because she is barely a hundred years younger, she would never be queen. Hatred and temptation got her where she is today. Grim is sure to never allow the cold pit of fiery regret in her to die out. (I may explore this more in the future, so that's all im gonna say for now. Grim and Miss Thu'lin are... Not friends.)

Auden loves drawing. He loves asking many questions. He loves learning. He had a little journal he always kept with himself. He misses it a lot. He reaches for it sometimes, and then remembers that he doesn't have it anymore. He sometimes just imagines he is filling it up with drawings and notes, but it's not nearly as satisfying. It calmed him, and now that he needs calming more than ever, he struggles a lot without it.

Mori has never really had a friend before Auden. They don't really know how friendship works, or if that is even what they feel towards him. They feel somewhat of a similar feeling to what they felt for cattle, when they were considered part of a pig pen for a while. They relate to cattle a little too much, and Auden is kind of like cattle but he can talk and understand them, and isn't an animal. They are so happy to have someone to talk to.

[cherrychapstick54]

Amnesia Was Her Name

Chapter 11: Pay Back

Title from “Amnesia Was Her Name” by Lemon Demon

Synopsis: Tommy wakes up to a brutal beating; it’s a shame what’s given up to make it stop.

This chapter was written by me.

Trigger Warnings: Manhandling, physical abuse, intrusive thoughts, arson, death threats, manipulation, threats of torture, blood/gore, basically every form of abuse other than sexual.

Tommy wasn’t much of a dreamer, but after meeting Amnesia and her goat friend (He would mention the goat boy’s enderman boyfriend–or whatever the hell they are–but Tommy is impartial to him.)? He’s dreaming of the night before, hanging out with his friends and making flower crowns. His new friends managed to make him feel safe and at home. Before Tommy could process his surroundings, there was a hand in his hair and he was thrown out of his bed. He lets out a scream for help, but it’s muffled by a hand, one that’s oddly familiar. It takes Tommy a moment to process why this person is familiar, but he soon realizes that it’s the masked man; he’s back. Tommy has a feeling that he upset this man by doing something in the past, but he doesn’t know what it could be.

“Tommy, stop fucking screaming for once in your life and admit to your faults. You burnt George’s house down...” The masked man spoke, his voice calm despite the obvious rage he felt, before allowing Tommy to fall back onto his bed. Who the hell is George? Tommy knew that he, Amnesia, and that tall guy went and blew buildings up a couple days ago, but they only burned down one house that day, and it had belonged to Amnesia’s brother’s boyfriend or whatever.

Oh shit, that was George, wasn’t it? He had burnt George’s house down, and they didn’t even know each other! Yes, he blew up multiple buildings that day, but in all fairness, he had reasons to get back at those traitors! But blowing up an innocent person’s house only because it was funny for them? He’s starting to realize how much of a jerk he is. Tommy feels like he needs to breathe harder; he needs the ability to breathe in the first place, but it feels as if something is covering his face, suffocating him. Although he’s panicking, Tommy knows that there isn’t anything on his face anymore, so why can’t he seem to breathe?

He can only muster a few words, almost completely lost from the moment, “I-I didn’t know..”

“Bullshit.” The green man spits out, venom in his voice; Tommy knows he doesn’t have much longer before things get worse.

“I thought I killed you, Tommy,” The man grabs Tommy’s wrist and lifts him out of his bed, forming bruises on the boy’s arm, “But here you are still wrecking it all for me! I was going to finally have a perfect life with everything just how I intended! But NO!” He throws Tommy onto the floor, “You had to survive AGAINST ALL THE FUCKING ODDS AND COME BACK TO DESTROY MY PARADISE!!” The masked man sends a kick straight to Tommy’s gut, causing him to scream out in pain. He tosses his mask on the Brit’s bed, revealing his face; the man has green eyes, blond hair and horns, horns unlike the goat boy’s. The horns curled in until they hit themselves, obviously not well taken care of; chains pierced through the tough bone-like structures, with chips scattered along them. The horns are sharp–sharp enough to kill–Tommy hopes they won’t be used. “Tommy,” The man pauses and smiles, flashing his unsettlingly white teeth. “I’m not going to kill you, but I am going to hurt you.”

“Just leave me alone, please.” Tommy’s request only motivates the man to harshly kick the boy in the face. A tooth threatens to fall out with a stream of blood filling his mouth, the metallic taste overwhelms his senses, it feels sickeningly familiar. Tommy lets out a choked sob causing the man to kick him in the neck, making it even more difficult to breathe properly. Thick streams of blood drip from his face, coming from his nose and mouth. He feels like he’s suffocating, the blood now filling his throat somehow. Choking on his own blood and coughing it up, he tries to crawl away, but the man stops him. He grabs Tommy by the collar of his shirt and pulls him up before throwing him against the wall. A sadistic smile is all Tommy can see as he continues to cough up blood onto himself and the floor. A hand grips at the brits hair before slamming it back against the wall. Screams and cries for mercy can be heard, yet no one comes to save him.

Tommy’s body is thrown back onto the floor and fear consumes him. He can’t find himself trying to scream for help anymore, he knows there is nothing he can do to save himself, Amnesia won’t even help him.

“Finally you’re shutting the fuck up.” Another kick is delivered into Tommy’s gut, a sharp gasp leaving the brits mouth. “I hate the way you sound, so whiney and pathetic. It’d be nice if you shut up more often.” The man puts his mask back on before stomping on Tommy’s face, causing him to let out a weak cry. Blood and tears flow off of Tommy’s face, pooling on the ground beneath him. His head is throbbing so violently it feels like it might explode. Tommy doesn’t remember when it happened, but one of his devil horns was now on the ground in front of him, the cracked stump left behind now causing him more pain.

Tommy thinks that he should be dead by now, but by some twisted result of fate, he’s still lying there in pain. He couldn’t handle it anymore, he just hoped that the man would have mercy on him and let him die, “Kill me! Please just kill me… I don’t want to be here as much as you don’t want me here!”

The man only laughs at the pitiful attempt of begging. “No Tommy, that would be too easy for you. I already let you get away with so, so much.” The mask’s sadistic smile watches him with cold dead eyes, and Tommy knows in that moment that everything was about to get so much worse. “I think instead of killing you, I’ll try something else... something a little different.” The words cause Tommy to worry more than he already is.

The green man walks towards Tommy’s chests, flint and steel in hand, with nothing but spite in his actions, he takes all of Tommy’s belongings and throws them into a pile on the floor.

“I’m going to burn it all. Unless, you’d rather make a deal.” The man turns to face Tommy, smiling at both the distressed look on his face and the sight of Tommy’s beaten face. The fear and pain Tommy feels seems to bring nothing but joy to the older man.

Tommy coughs up more blood, croaking out some pitifully quiet words. “What’s the-“ The brit cuts himself off by hacking up some blood. “What’s the deal?!” Tears prick the corners of his eyes. The world seems to always be testing him, today being the peak of his disdain.

The masked man raises his mask slightly, revealing his sick, twisted, and sadistic smile again. “The deal is simple, really. All I do is exile you from the country! Your stuff will stay right here all safe and sound but you’ll be exiled, never to come back.”

Tommy is taken aback by his plan. What about that is a good deal?! Lose all your stuff or get your home taken away and lose all your stuff, what kind of bullshit is that?! “Why the fuck would I chose that?!”

“Simple, either go to exile, or I burn all your stuff to the ground and torment you for the rest of your life! At least in exile you won’t get beat everyday because I won’t have to punish you.”

Tommy is nearly convinced to choose exile, he’s not sure he’d be able to handle the man beating him everyday, but if he goes to exile he’ll have to start all over again. He just did that! But it’s not like it would change much, he can’t remember shit and the only thing he has to look forward to is Amnesia, but she would be able to follow him; she can fly to him!

The man is now standing over Tommy, looking down upon him, clearly waiting for the boy to decide.

Tommy takes a shaky breath before looking at the masked man, “I’ll do it. I’ll take exile.”

The man adjusts his mask so he’s now able to see one of his eyes and more of his mouth. “Good choice Tommy.”

- Divider credits to @issysh3ll -

[artist-heart83]

Man I love making my own stories. In fact I want to talk about them right now! (only original stories)

"Alliance" (Name may or not change)

Creatures live in the same area or planet. They’re in a big conflict that made all the kingdoms start hating each other for a fight that happened years ago between their monarch. Now kings and queens had to find someone who helps sign a contract which would help to bring the peace again, and it had to be a human.

Humans are very rare and hard to convince to help them, the hate those creatures, and live on a separate place. But fortunately, a human end up in one of the kingdom via portal and decided to help them.

This human meets multiples worlds with magical creatures, monsters, and other kinds of humans, who weren’t treated kindly after some accidents that they suffer.

"Elementals" (Name that definitely gonna change it)

World where everyone have a different elements, being: fire, rock, lightning, ice, water, darkness, earth and wind.

Descendants of the old leaders of each elements are invited to a city former by the young brother of the leader of the fire elemental. Sound like a fantasy, everyone said, but deep down, something weird is going on.

Pretty sure this would start a slice of life series but at some point the story goes seriously.

"Secrets" (Name definitely gonna change it)

A group of friends in their young ages, defeat a shadow figure and make all the magic disappear years ago using a vase to lock the magic.

20 years later they’re living their lives normal with their family until said vase broke accidentally by one of the kids. Now those creatures and the magic are released and some evil guy too, who was the main reason of the creation of the magic lock.

But during all the search they discovered a lot of stuff involving their lives, not normal stuff but magic stuff and things like that. Their lives were full of secrets and lies because of the magic lock and know they need to discover what exactly happened and find the people to create the lock again.

"Seven Fallen Angels" (May or not change the name)

Satan has 7 kids; they were fool, they thought they were humans but the reality they were demons who were angels. Human dad gets angry, decide to separate from Satan and keep the oldest with him. The other 6 kids went with Satan to Hell.

Years later, that son get captured by some souls and meet one of his siblings but they don’t recognize him and neither him. Later during a card game he becomes a demon and now their brothers remember him, but he still being confused about all this situation.

The seven brothers have to confront a group of angels because reasons, each angels have some sort of story with each one of the brothers since they make them who they’re now.

The oldest brother has to help his siblings in all this conflict while he is in hell, meanwhile he has to being in earth because his life is over there.

"Guardians" (official name)

Monsters had been protecting humans for a long time, but other people just hate them and want them dead. The creator and protector of all the monster has decided to leave the responsible of their job to his semi-mortal son.

A planet had be selected to being gifted monster for their protection, this planet had a story with the Monster Protector. They’re 5 royalty members for being gifted this 5 monsters. 3 being princess and prince, a knight and mysterious person who no one know who they’re.

Monsters have all ready selected their humans by the parents of those persons, but the oldest of the crew decided to ignore it and say: "fuck it, just search the person who you think it suit to you" and they do it, but one of them end up in the hands of a kid who father is very conflict with monsters.

Mostly silly adventures with the humans and their monsters, having fun or straight up weird.

Fun fact! The original version of this was the first Kirby au that I made, it was focus in the fankids

"Minecraft story" (who doesn’t have a name yet)

An Enderman wake up in a prison for hostile mobs and doesn’t know who he is, he can’t remember anything.

A creeper become his friend after save him and start help him in find out who he really is. Apart of the creeper; a skeleton, a zombie and a spider are with them because they were in a chase for the enderman (because buddy this guy had enemies from every way) and now they decided to help him too.

All kind of monsters are searching the enderman, especially an old lady who send a stray, phantom and a baby drowned

Boi, let’s see how much minecraft series I can put in this

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

One More Hour

by VeilClepd

“You took everything from me!” Tommy screamed, shoving Wilbur back as fat angry tears ran down his face. “You sat there and watched as you took the only good thing I had left in this world and then you thought you could be my friend?!” The blonds words increased in volume as the taller brunette looked down at him, tears now streaming down his face as well.

“Tommy, please let me explai-“ he tried to beg but was interrupted.

“NO!” Tommy all but screamed in Wilbur’s face. He backed away from the older male as the siren hybrid tried to step closer. Tommy’s eyes were wet with tears, but were filled with rage as he spoke again.

“You’re the reason I lost her. You’re the reason I lost my powers. You’re the reason I lost myself.”

———

OR Tommy is raised up to be a hero, but after finding out the truth of the Hero Corporation does something reckless and is forced to retire. Now by himself the Tommy is just trying to live his life when everything comes crashing down around him.

OR Tommy is a big sad man, tries to live alone and the universe says “Fuck you, have some trauma.”

Words: 1661, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of One More Hour

Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Niki | Nihachu, Cara | CaptainPuffy, Sam | Awesamdude, Eret (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Kristin Rosales Watson, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit's Mother (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit's Father (Video Blogging RPF), Clementine the Moth (Dream SMP), Shroud the Spider (Dream SMP)

Relationships: Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & Phil Watson | Philza, Ranboo & Phil Watson | Philza, TommyInnit & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit & Kristin Rosales Watson, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Ranboo & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Niki | Nihachu & TommyInnit, Niki | Nihachu & Ranboo, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Cara | CaptainPuffy & TommyInnit, Sam | Awesamdude & TommyInnit, Clay | Dream & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Eret & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Clementine the Moth & Shroud the Spider (Dream SMP) & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Hero TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Anti-Hero TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Villain Wilbur Soot, Villain Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Villain Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Villain Niki | Nihachu, Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Past Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Child Abandonment, Physical Abuse, Mental Breakdown, Mental Coercion, TommyInnit Has Mental Health Issues (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit is Not Okay (Video Blogging RPF), Traumatized TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Unreliable Narrator, Bombs, Stabbing, Murder, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Serious Injuries, Betrayal, Child Neglect, Child Death, Protective Wilbur Soot, Creeper Hybrid Sam | Awesamdude, Goat Hybrid Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Goat Hybrid Toby Smith | Tubbo, Enderman Hybrid Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Avian Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Piglin Brute Hybrid Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Siren Hybrid Wilbur Soot, Demon Hybrid TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Other Additional Tags to Be Added

[dmwrites]

Pearl was alone. Bitterly so. Sometimes she would watch Impulse and Bdubs in their garden, shoot arrows at them for fun. One time impulse actually caught a stray arrow in midair, and the three of them had had a moment of arms-raised celebration. But it was a quiet celebration, and she was, at the end of the day, still alone in a house in the sky.

It was sad living, even with her dog. She knew it was bad to be alone like this, with the voices of her friends (former friends?) echoing back at her. Stupid. Weird. Crazy. Scary. Demon. And she didn’t like how it sounded.

Impulse and Bdubs invited her for dinner one evening. She sat down in their living room with a warm bowl of soup, and for a while the three of them talked about the nonsense that any person does. Block pallets. Gossip about the other players. After a while Bdubs got it in his head that the room needed dusting, and put on a frilly apron that had Pearl raising her eyebrows, and laughs were shared. But it went quiet after a while, a comfortable silence that Pearl hated to break. But she had to ask.

“Impulse?”

“Yeah?”

“Am I a demon?” Somewhere behind her, Bdubs stopped dusting.

“A demon? What on earth would give you that idea?” Impulse leaned forward in his chair, a deep concern etched into his kind face.

“I- well, I may have inadvertently caused Ren and BigB’s deaths.” Pearl looked down at her bowl of soup. “I was just playing a trick, stealing their horse, fully intending to give it back, but one of them looked at an enderman and they…”

Impulse clicked his tongue in sympathy. “But that’s not your fault… I mean, just chance. But why would that make you think you’re a demon?”

“Well, Ren told me I had a darkness in me after that, that I was a curse, a demon. I was just trying to have fun and help them.” Pearl felt close to tears again, but told herself sternly not to. “And you’re the only demon I know and I just wanted to know…”

“Oh Pearl!” Impulse leaned forward, extending his hand. Pearl took it. “You know how Ren is! Dramatic down to the last bone in his body. Give him some time, flatter him and BigB, and I’m sure it’ll all be okay.”

Pearl sniffled. “Really?”

“Hey, would I lie to you?” Impulse smiled big and pulled his hand back.

“He’s a perpetual lier.” Bdubs deadpanned, coming to lay a hand on Impulse’s shoulder.

Pearl giggled. “Oh I know. You should see the shenanigans he gets up to in the soup trio base space.” They all laughed. “Well, thanks guys. I feel a lot better. You’re right it’s just a shitty day, and I can fix this! I can fix all of this!”

“Atta girl!” Bdubs cheered.

It was late, so after a bit more cheerful chat, Pearl decided to head home. Bdubs and Impulse walked her to the front door.

Pearl pocketed the leftover soup. “Thanks again guys. Good night to you both.”

“Good night Pearl.” Impulse said. They watched her leave- when she turned back to wave one last time, she could see them still standing on their front steps. Impulse had his arm around Bdubs’ waist, and Bdubs was leaned into his side.

“I’m definitely shooting more arrows at them, they are too domestic.” Pearl joked to herself.

——

“So?”

Bdubs looked sideways at Impulse, who was watching Pearl walk away.

Impulse said nothing for a moment, but wrapped an arm around Bdubs’ waist, eyes locked on the retreating figure.

“Definitely a demon.”

“Really?” Bdubs’ gasped, leaning into his side and watching Pearl start to climb the ladder to her house. “You’re sure?”

“Dead certain.” Impulse’s face was set in a hard, concerning way. “She’s more powerful then any I’ve ever met. More powerful then me. Her energy is flaring out of her like a star exploding. Look at my hand!” He took his other hand not currently holding Bdubs out of his pocket and held it out. The skin was burnt a deep red where Pearl’s hand had been in his. It was healing already, clearly, but was still nasty to look at.

“Oh my god.” Bdubs looked at it, and then at Impulse. “What does that mean for us? All of us?”

“I don’t know.” Impulse looked troubled. “But let’s keep her on our good side, yeah?”

[bugsinthebayou]

I got my buddy my pal kassandra @brothbitch to name and describe the lifesteal members. (we only did the ones i know/know of.) he only knows them via osmosis. heres what we got.

Branzy

-Okay so first of all his name is Branzy and he is. Well.

-Imagine a trans guy.

-Now imagine if that guy was subtlety fucked up.

-Now imagine if that guy was actually like really really fucked up but hung out with an even more fucked up guy so people just think he’s the normal one.

-Thats branzy

-Also autistic vibes but i get that from any character you like

Clownpierce

-Okay right off the bat his name is Clown

-he has a very nice voice according to you

-He’s like intimidating but that’s just cause he hangs out with a guy more pathetic than him. In reality he’s not that scary

-Also I LOVE MY PATHETIC WIFE energy

-Supports branzy's wrongs more than he does his (admittedly few) rights tbh

Reddoons

-Oh uh. Hmm… The tux isn’t quite capitalist enough when paired with the shades but does give off cooler than you energy…

-His name is Red

-He's like an authority-figure sort of character?

-Chill but will turn on you if it suits him- at the beginning.

-Eventually after an arc or 2, he realizes the meaning of friendship.

-True friends get to see behind his glasses.

-His voice is probably really nice.

-Why are his shoes so detailed and why are his soles flesh colored

Spepticle

-OOoH another red!

-Hmm.. He’s like, a really nice guy.

-His name is probably something like. Bl..an? Blain? His names Blain.

-He’s just a chill guy, his streams consist of being a friend.

-People give his character angst even though it has none.

-His character has a lot of music symbolism though.

-He kinda looks like an allay but I don’t think that has anything to do with anything

roshambogames

-Ewughq

-What is that

-His lore is that he’s like. Glitched somehow. He’s the one with a lot of angst.

-Uhhh. His name is brock. Short for Brocken.

-His character probably has something like memory loss?

-It’s like.. a skeleton? And it’s face is split in two?

-Anyways definitely the biggest theatre kid of the server so far.

-That’s all I’ve got to say about this one though

parrotx2

-:0!! Parrot boy!

-You talked about this one when you were discussing the uhhh owl lingo!!

-Okay hum. Well I forgot the canon name…

-But. I’m going to call him. Cl…Ering? Clering??

-He’s like. The mischievous one. The parrots always are. Something stolen? House burned down? It was clering.

ashswagg

-ooOh!! Another suit boy!!

-He and red have definitely teamed up at some point.

-I’m going to call him purple which by lifesteal rules is like naming a child girl.

-Uhh. He’s like Red but more strict. That thing on his tie? Definitely from red.

-They have like a good cop bad cop thing going on but they constantly break through it to just talk to eachother.

-Definitely a ride or die duo.

-Upon closer inspection I actually don’t think purple is the stricter one.

rekrap2

-oooH!!!

-Okay hm.

-He and blain are like unproblematic besties except this guy actually does end up doing some fucked up shit. (Blain supports him tho.)

-I think he enjoys using tnt for his evil doings. On his streams he’s always either farming or being an evil master mind. On other peoples streams he’s just a little freak.

-Probably the most normal person on the server but everyone still gawks at him for no reason.

-Uhh.. Zackery is his real life name but on the server he’s known as Zee.

ItzSubz

-Okay enderman hybrid obviously. Either that or like. Demon.

-This one is definitely transgender. Popular among people who enjoy crying.

-His arc probably centers around being dehumanized. Tries to be feral, is not very good at it.

-(He likes chaos he just hates the prep it takes.)

-Has a dog. Would die for said dog. Not very good at causing chaos but touch that dog and you fucking die.

-He judges people often. He is judged often. Probably the person taking this the most serious character on the server but he accidentally breaks out of it a lot.

-His and Brock’s story is pretty intertwined but it hasn’t been revealed yet

-Anyways his name is. Mal.

PrinceZam

-Okay right off the bat he’s like. The ruler of the server.

-He’s not actually but he goes around saying he is.

-Clown and Mal have tried to kill him and they have failed.

-His name is Smiley. King Smiley.

-He, like Mal, does not have the grinding necessary for backing him up but like. Everyone likes him so it never gets him into trouble. Other than with Clown and Mal.

-But like, he’s good at PVP I think.

-Oh also refuses to wear helmets

-Cant cover up that crown y’know?

Vitalasy

-OH KAY this guy definitely has something to with Mal.

-I think his name is something like. Icious. Or Cal. Something to do with Mal.

-He is also incredibly dark and broody. Everyone can tell he and Mal are somehow related except for him and Mal.

-They will just get into the most obvious “YOU GUYS HAVE SHARED HISTORY TOGETHER” scenarios and walk out like “what’s that guys problem.”

-They have teamed up to kill people before tho.

[i showed him vitalasy's youtube pfp]

-Oh my god I take everything back all of his videos that are not on lifesteal are bedwars related.

-Mal is really into the roleplay thing but he himself is just chilling.

-He mostly just hangs out whenever he’s on the server, his name is just his channel name. Something like Mkalk? I cannot read that so I’m assuming that’s what it says

-Mal will text him in advance to do lore, but he’ll mainly just watch until it’s time to fight.

-He is AMAZING at PVP. Absolute god.

-Also enjoys grinding and is good at it.

PlanetLord

-Oh I’ve seen this one! Didn’t learn anything about him. I think he has a dark gray version though?

-Anyways he certainly is on the server. Mainly a neutral party but just in the fact that he has no Allies. He logs on every day and chooses violence. Also good at pvp, mid at grinding.

-After every battle he does a skin change and pretends to be completely innocent.

-Then immediately after the person he fought walks by he changes back and insults them.

aand done! god damn

[thereisabearonmyceiling]

y'all want to hear my barely coherent thoughts about pearl and tilly. cause i have too many thoughts about them

so. tilly isn't a dog, she's a demon of some kind who's possessing pearl's dog. she showed up in the first half of seesion one (maybe when pearl and martyn went to the nether and pearl left the dog behind), and picked pearl's dog specifically because she wants to cause chaos on the server and pearl is very good at that

that's why tilly seemingly came back from the dead, and why pearl was so desperate to find another dog (she was scared that if she didn't find a replacement soon tilly would just leave her like everyone else had). when the first dog died, tilly could have possessed any other animal on the server, but she chose an untamed wolf in the hopes that pearl would find her again. she's also the one who actually caused ren and bigb's deaths (yes the demon dog has supernatural powers of course she does. idk how they work she probably just summoned that enderman)

of course pearl knows tilly isn't a normal dog and probably has malicious intent, but that doesn't matter because tilly chose her and tilly is her friend and tilly would never judge her. they're both a bit unhinged and people are scared of them, but that's ok because they've got eachother :D

so basically. pearl and her evil demon dog. thanks for coming to my tedtalk

[simplysimpingsimp]

BO O🗣️‼️ Did I scare you?? Well I bet it did bcuz like I'm a very very veerry scary and intimidating person so I bet it did scare you and made you go AA A A A.

Okay anyways 😍🧚‍♀️

Can I get platonic hcs of the hashiras with a mute gender neutral reader who has enderman traits? Like, water can hurt them, they can teleport etc etc and at first they think reader is a demon but then they find out they aren't? Also Reader is kinda cryptic and also acts like Muichiro but more energetic if that word vomit even makes any sense 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT A DEMON--"

":] :D"

Hi hi anon!! Thank you so much for requesting <3 it means a lot :D you got me good with the scare lol what an interesting plot for hcs!! I really like it :D it’s really creative so thank you so much!! Though I will apologize now if I got anything wrong in terms of the enderman traits TT as always, I’m super sorry for any mistakes!! Please let me know if there’s anything you’d like fix/changed, I will gladly go back and do so <3 I started with half and will do the other set later, I hope that’s okay!!

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🌼 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚌𝚜

🌼 𝙺𝚗𝚢 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚡 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

🌼 𝙵𝚝. 𝚃𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚗, 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚞, 𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚔𝚞, 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒

🌼 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖!

🌼 𝚃𝚆/𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 (𝟷) 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍!

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𝑻𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒏

Would be beyond confused and concerned that a human could possess those abilities

“Are you sure you’re not a demon?!” He’d question loudly with his weapon ready

They would shake their head and point to their eyes indicating they weren’t a demon since they didn’t have the slit pupil and would stand in direct sunlight

“How flamboyant then!” He’d say with a loud laugh though he would still have some hesitations

Became friends over time as he would interpret their soundless voice quite well ! Would even offer to take them in as a tsugoku but they politely declined his offer

Tengen actually admired how soundless they were and effective they were at carrying through their missions

Definitely ended up forming a sibling bond where he would lecture them like one if they got too reckless

“I know you can hear me when you’re teleporting!” He would scold before grabbing them by their haori

Silently booing him throughout his lecture, he would flick their forehead, “I’m only telling you these things because I care. You’re like my sibling,” his smile gentle

They would smile at him and hold out their hand for a hand shake

Tengen would believe it before they mischievously pulled him to the ground and ran away, soundless laughter escaping them

His wives would literally protect them at all costs from his annoyed fury, calling Y/n cute and would never do such a thing despite the innocent smug look on their face when his wives weren’t looking

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𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊

Would probably still think they are a demon even though he has seen them direct sunlight when they would hang out

Good thing they've basically become his best friend

“THE FUCK WHEN DID YOU GET HERE?!” He would always yell whenever they showed up next to him and he would have a hand over his heart from the panic

It took him a lot of self discipline to learn to not unsheathe his sword when he felt that it was Y/n

“CRUNCH A LEAF OR MAKE SOME NOISE AT LEAST!” He’d gently flick their forehead earning a pout from them

They would reach up to pat his head as an apology with a gentle look in their eyes before disappearing and teleporting behind him

They would steal the ohagi he was saving and eat it in front of him with a soundless giggle

The annoyed and angered look on his face as they winked with a light smug look on their face, waved and began to run away from him

“YOU LITTLE SHIT THATS THE 6TH TIME THIS WEEK YOU OWE ME MORE,” Sanemi would yell as he ran after their teleporting form

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𝑹𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒐𝒌𝒖

probably would be scared of them at first because of how quiet they were in approaching

Literally no sound in their steps as they stood behind him, patting his shoulder

“How do you do that?!” He would question in the usual loud eccentric voice

They would shrug with a smile on their face before gently patting his head as a form of apology for scaring him earlier

Rengoku would smile regardless and laugh

“Though you might be like a creepy crypt keeper, I really enjoy our friendship Y/n!” He’d say happily

Their smile becoming brighter as they silently cheered while embracing him

They couldn’t bring themselves to play any pranks on him because he was just too sweet TT

Y/n would always try to be as direct as possible but they still came off as cryptic

Still they became the best of friends with Rengoku always making them smile and them doing the same for him and occasionally participating in their pranks

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𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖

would literally try to kill them at first and was always suspicious of them being a demon

They would guide her into the sunlight with them to prove they weren’t a demon every time she had doubts

A gentle gaze in their eyes as they looked angelic in the sunlight

“So you’re not a demon..but how do you do those things?” She’d question curiously looking over them, completely baffled

Y/n shrugged with a smile on their face before teleporting and coming back with a small butterfly in their hands

Gently they would hand it over to Shinobu making her smile as she held it on her finger

They would silently giggle as they pat her head as they were a little bit taller than her

Their friendship would develop into a sibling bond as well with Shinobu teaching them what she knew about medicine and Y/n being someone to gather medicinal herbs for her

Regardless of how long she has known them, she would still get scared whenever they randomly appeared beside her though she didn’t show it on her face

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ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛɪɴɢ <3 ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ

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ʏᴀʟʟ sᴏᴏɴ <3

ᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs: 17

[thesunicarusfellfor]

icarus my beloved, may i please request for a zombie apocalypse au (dsmp) and the characters haven’t seen you ever since the apocalypse started and they’ve been trying to find you for a long time, but once they finally find you, you’re already turned. basically how different dsmp characters would react to finding you turned as a zombie :> also i find your stuff ✨imaculate✨

and may i pls be ur 🌧anon?

I lovvvvveeeee Zombie apocalypse AUs. I'm very excited to write this. Also, thank you! I appreciate your compliment!

Yes, you can be! I'll eventually make an Anon list... Eventually.

In order of: Dream, Bad, Tommy (and Tubbo?), Ranboo, Ghostbur, Philza

Tommy's story is Bench Trio while Ranboo's story is more around Boreal Boys.

The Boreal Boys is set around the Antarctic Empire rather than the DSMP.

Edit: Trying to put a cut in. 50/50 on whether or not it worked.

DSMP Reacting to You Being Turned Into A Zombie (Multiple x GN!Reader)

They grunted, stepping over a fallen log as they yanked a crossbow bolt out of the skull of a fallen zombie, shoving it into their bag where other bolts and arrows were wrapped up. Ignoring the murmuring of their companion(s) as they looked over the faces of rotten flesh, thankfully none of them striking a familiar chord in their mind.

"They could still be alive..." They murmured softly under their breath as they walked back to the campsite that they and their companion(s) had originally set up. With a sigh, they plopped down in front of the crackling flame and adjusted the food that had been cooking before a horde of zombies had made their way through the makeshift barricade.

Ignoring the snores of their sleeping 'teammate(s) of survival', they eagerly dug into the food after it finished cooking before pausing mid-bite as they heard a crackling in the branches. Drawing their sword out from the sheath on their hip while they set their food down back into the pan, they spun around to face their possible attacker, silently hoping it was a wild animal they could use for meat, wool or feathers.

Glancing through the forest, they squinted as they saw movement but the firelight only spread so far which wasn't enough to shed light on the figure. With a sigh, they took a burning branch from the fire and lifted it, beginning to walk forward.

Judging by the guttural growls, groans, and scent of rotting flesh, it was definitely a zombie. Lifting the makeshift torch enough, they were able to see the undead being better and squinted, trying to recognize the creature before it turned around.

(H/c) hair... Albeit matted and overgrown, and torn clothing loosely hanging to their rotten skin... But when the zombie turned their head... They'd recognize them anywhere... Even after so long...

(Y/n).

Dream

His breath caught in his throat temporarily and he felt the torch slip from his hand, but it didn't fall.

Gritting his teeth together, he cringed and gripped onto the damaged smiling mask he usually wore.

"Fuck... (Y/n)... FUCK!" He took a few steps back to avoid the lame swipes you took at him.

He was thankful that your movement was hindered to the point where your steps were small shuffles.

"You promised..." He whispered, looking down at his trademark symbol.

It was a gift from you. Two years ago... You had promised... You promised that you would be okay...

And now here you were... Lifeless but alive... Groaning and gnashing your teeth at him...

He faintly heard the pounding footsteps of George and Sapnap behind him, likely having heard him yell.

"Dream?!" George yelled before the steps immediately came to a stop.

"Is that..."

"They promised..." He whined softly before pinching his eyes shut again as anger quickly overtook him. With a fierce battle cry, he swung his sword.

The strike was sloppy, filled with emotion and too much power. He had a feeling that if Technoblade was around still, he would be mocked to death for such a shitty swing.

But this was a brainless corpse. They couldn't rub two brain cells together to even think about dodging. This wasn't his smart, clever... Cunning... Alive... (Y/n)...

So it hit.

The gleaming diamond sword sliced through the rotten skin like a hot knife through butter, especially easier due to the Fire Aspect engraved into the sword.

He took a sharp intake of breath as he heard the horrible screeching noises that came from you as you sunk to the ground, desperately reaching out to him in one last attempt to get even a taste of his flesh.

He turned from your burning body and placed his mask on to cover his face before his friends saw the silver tears in the corners of his eyes, "Let's go."

"Dre-"

"I said, let's go."

They decided not to comment further.

Bad

He slowly felt the torch slip from his grasp and clatter to the ground, burning the dew-soaked grass it had landed on but it didn't matter.

Groaning and snarling at him, you lamely stumbled forward to grab at him, but he grabbed you first.

The Demon cringed slightly at the feel of rotten flesh beneath his fingers, but he held you back from walking forward.

He dodged the gnashing of your teeth as you tried to bite his arm, but he couldn't bring himself to bring the sword through your chest to finally end your suffering...

He glanced in the direction of the camp where Skeppy was still asleep, hopefully anyway...

Bad knew Skeppy would never agree to keep you around, even if you had once been someone very important to him.

Neither of them knew how zombie bites would affect Diamond Sprites or Demons, and weren't too eager to find out.

"(Y/n)... You muffin..." He put a hand on your chin, preventing you from chomping on his arms, "I wish... I wish I could've said goodbye..."

"Maybe I could've protected you..."

"Would you still be alive if I hadn't stormed out that day?"

He continued whispering questions to your mindless form, but his only responses were watery gurgles and the odd groan.

"Muffin... I'm so sorry..." He whispered, lowering his head to look down at you better, lava tears dripping down his cheeks and landing on your rotting away face, causing horrible screeches and snarls to escape from you, but you didn't yank away.

"Bad?!" Skeppy's voice came from the camp, and he looked over his shoulder to stare at the Diamond Sprite, "What... Why are you..."

"I-I... Skeppy... Do you think... If I had done anything different... They'd be alive?" He whispered, moving aside to let his small friend see his former friend.

The blue-skinned male sighed and loaded an arrow into his bow and grabbed onto the string, getting ready to pull it back, "Bad... You can't rewrite history... What's done is done, it's too late for them..."

"Can... Can you...? I don't think I can..." He whispered and finally let go of you, causing your balance to be set off.

The second he turned his back, he heard the stretching of a bowstring before releasing it. He shut his eyes tightly as he heard the familiar impact of a bow hitting mostly rotten but still solid flesh.

He didn't turn around, instead choosing to keep his head down as his friend brought him back to the camp.

"Goodbye, (Y/n)..."

Tommy (and Tubbo?)

He was frozen stiff, his grip tightening on his sword and the torch as he stared down the undead being.

Honestly, if anyone had asked him why he was still fighting through this damned apocalypse, he would say that he was fighting to survive.

No. He was fighting to make sure you were still alive...

Now, what was left?

"For fuck's sake! You were supposed to be alive!" He yelled, no doubt waking up the camp of other survivors.

"You were the only one- Dammit, (Y/n)!" He cried, ignoring the tears running down his cheeks as he threw a punch that connected to your jaw, cracking the weakened bone almost instantly and causing it to hang like an angered Enderman.

He continued to shout at your undead form and cry, ignoring the worried calls and frantic scrambling of his friends from back at the camp.

"You used to be such a great fighter, and you lost to FUCKING ZOMBIES!" He swung his arms around, his mind barely cluing into the fact that he dropped his sword and torch, "You almost beat Technoblade for fuck's sake! Technoblade! And-and..."

'No. No. Stay angry. They lost the fight. They- Don't mourn their stupidity...' He crumpled to the ground in despair, his tears dropping into his lap as he quickly grew deaf to the sound of shuffling feet.

Luckily, someone ran past him and shoved you to the ground with a shield, sending you rolling into a puddle of mud.

"Tommy!" Tubbo cried, setting down the shield as Ranboo quickly looked him over for any bite marks or injuries.

Once he found none, he gave a large sigh of relief and looked over at the corpse that Tubbo had shield bashed away from his friend, "Oh... Wait..." He frowned, struggling to remember the face that was struggling to crawl their way over to them through the mud.

"That's (Y/n)..." Tommy murmured, sounding rather numb, Tubbo and Ranboo noted, "They taught me and Tubbo to fight, back before we lost L'Manberg... They practically raised us... Despite being a similar age... They were so strong... and brave..."

Tubbo's breath hitched as he took another look at the growling creature desperate to feast on their flesh, "N-No... They're too strong to- I don't- No- No!"

"Guys... I know- I- No, I don't know... But we have to leave. They're going to call more zombies- And... We have to kill them..." Ranboo whispered, flinching a bit when Tubbo and Tommy whipped their heads in his direction, fire burning in their eyes.

Tommy's inner flame was the first to die out.

"I know..." He whispered, ignoring Tubbo's cries of protest as he picked up the diamond sword, twisting it in his hand and watching as the torchlight reflected off of it.

"You can't kill them, Tommy- They're like our older sibling-... Were... like... Our older sibling..." Tubbo corrected himself with hesitance and a sniffle as he looked away.

He turned back to your gurgling form and walked over, moving his feet away from your grabs at his ankles while raising his sword.

With a sharp intake of breath, tears continuing to drip down his cheeks as he rose his sword, "I'm sorry..." He whispered before bringing it down through your chest.

Ranboo

Sure, his memory was bad, but he could NEVER forget the face of the name that was scrawled through his memory book.

He stumbled backwards and tripped over a log with a small yelp, his sword and torch falling from his grip.

The water from the recent rain seeping through his torn clothing caused his skin to hiss, and a small whine tore from his throat as he scrambled backwards.

His noises of pain and distress failed to scare the zombie of his former best friend off, instead only persuaded them to lazily drag their feet towards him a little quicker.

Thankfully, although he was deaf to it amidst his panic and sobs, heavy footsteps and the ruffle of feathers echoed through the forest.

"Ranboo?! Mate, are you okay!?" Hands flew to his shoulders while a pink and red blur hopped the log he had tripped on to start a brawl with the zombie.

"DON'T HURT THEM!" He wailed to Techno, fighting against the hands that held his shoulders to reach out at the zombie.

"Heh?!" Techno used his shield to hold you back, dodging the swipes you took at him with your unkempt nails, "Ranboo! They're dead! A zombie!"

Ranboo sobbed louder, fighting the urge to cover his ears at the horrible words, "(Y/n) isn't dead... They aren't... They can't be! No... no...!"

Calloused hands carded through his black and white hair, which would've calmed him down on a normal day, but now... How could he feel anything but despair? His best friend was now a lifeless being...

They promised that they'd see him again, alive, not like THIS!

"Ranboo..." Phil murmured from behind him, likely having finished checking him for bites. The avian pulled him into his chest, allowing him to bawl his eyes out, the fabric muffling his desperate wails and preventing the tears from burning his skin too much.

"You- you said a gapple and a weakness potion could turn them back, right?!" Ranboo cried, looking up at the elder male, "C-can't we try it out on them?!"

Phil and Techno were silent, and the only sounds that were heard were the crackling fire back at the camp and the gurgles of his former best friend.

Perhaps he panicked himself into a light-headed state, or maybe his memory was worse than before because the next thing he knew Techno was dragging a chained and growling corpse while Philza was practically carrying the enderboy who was pretty much twice his height.

The next few days felt like a fever dream. He spent most of his time sitting in front of a cage where the corpse of his friend laid on the cold stone ground.

Phil had doused them in a splash potion of weakness and forced a golden apple down their throat a few hours after they caged them, now it was Ranboo's job to watch over them for any changes and write them down.

"Yeah then Me, Phil and Techno travelled out of the Tundra back on the DreamSMP, and we made our way to the Antarctic, back to the old Empire that they used to rule over..." He rambled onto your lifeless corpse, reading through his memory book to continue telling you stories, even if you were dead.

"Ran...Boo..."

"(Y-Y/n)?!" He threw the book aside and ran over to the cage, only to see the corpse had gained more of a human flesh tone rather than a sickening green, and formerly black, now (e/c) eyes were staring up at the stone bricks that made up the roof.

Ghostbur

He absolutely lit up with a happy squeal.

"(Y/n)! I knew you would make it through this whole apocalypse thing!" The ghost walked over and put his hand on your shoulder, brushing off the way that you didn't flinch away from the intense cold that radiated off of him.

You only continued walking...

"Oh? Do you know of any shelter? Lead the way then!" He chirped, pulling on the lead that was hooked up to the blue sheep he knew as Friend.

The two of you walked through the forests, Ghostbur blabbering away about memories he had involving you both, but he had a tight grasp on something blue the entire time.

You never responded to him, other than the odd groan or gurgle, but the ghost never found anything wrong with it.

Inside, he knew that you were an animated corpse. He knew that you would never be able to lose your three canon lives, and become a ghost.

Instead, you were stuck as a corpse that would perpetually come back to life over and over again until your body completely got destroyed.

Every time he looked at your growling form, he wanted to feel happy, you were back travelling with him! But... You weren't the same person...

"Wil- Ghostbur!" A voice came from behind him, and he saw the father of Aliverbur standing in front of him, sword at the ready.

"Phil!" He chirped, moving beside you and holding your shoulder, so you didn't run towards Philza, "Hey, how's it going man?" He smiled widely.

The flightless avian put his hand on his hat as he watched you reach towards him uselessly, being held back by the ghost of his son, "Ghostbur... That's not..."

"(Y/n)? Yes, it is!" He continued to smile, although it seemed a little forced, "It's just been a while, don't be so negative, Philza Minecraft!"

He sighed heavily, "Wil, that is not (Y/n) anymore. They are a senseless mob!" He reached for his sword, only to blink when Ghostbur quickly ran in front of you.

"No, no! It is! It is them!" He sobbed, his tears burning his transparent skin as his body shook with horrible coughs. "Please... It is... It is..."

"Okay, okay." He put his sword in the sheath and held up his hands in surrender to make Ghostbur stop crying, "It is, it's (Y/n)... Go say hi to Techno and get some food for Friend... I'm going to talk to them."

Ghostbur wiped his eyes with his sweater and eagerly nodded, "Okay! I haven't spoken to Techno in so long, I hope he's been doing okay..." He continued to ramble as he walked to the attached cabins next to the mountain, dragging Friend along.

Philza turned back to you and drew his sword, watching as you dragged your feet through the snow to reach him, "I'm sorry, (Y/n)... He just... Doesn't understand that you're stuck suffering..."

"Philzaaaa!" Ghostbur skipped out the door, pulling his blue sheep along as Philza sheathed his netherite sword, "Where did (Y/n) go?"

The avian folded his wings to his back under his cape as he looked over his shoulder, "Oh, they were going towards the portal. They said they would be back soon."

"Oh, they finally spoke? I'm so proud of them! I'll wait for them here!" Ghostbur smiled widely, completely unaware of the burning corpse hidden behind the trees.

Philza

Maybe he should've felt something more...?

Then again... He was the Angel of Death, he caused and attracted death like a magnet with a knife.

He swung his sword simply, watching as the corpse burned and crumpled to the ground before him with desperate wails and growls.

First Wilbur... Then Tommy... Now (Y/n)... Who was next, Ranboo or Techno?

He sighed, turning away from yet another person who had meant the world to him but was now nothing but rotting burnt flesh on the stark white snow.

"Phil!" Ranboo gave a chirping noise, a static-filled deformed mimic of one of the noises he often made due to his avian genetics, "Are you alright? One of the traps went off an-"

He wanted to smile, he did. He wanted to tell the boy who was practically shaking with worry as he checked him for bites that he was alright.

"It... Was (Y/n)..." He murmured softly, feeling... Oddly calm about the situation... Or was that empty? It was like how he felt after he killed his son...

Ranboo's bi-coloured eyes slowly rose up to meet Phil's blue ones and almost cringed as he saw that he was practically looking through him, "You... Mean, your..."

"Yeah... That's them. B-But it's okay-" He went to say but Ranboo gave an upset growl sort of noise as his monochrome tail wrapped around one of his lanky and abnormally long legs.

"Okay?! Phil, you just killed one of the most important people in your life... You- You aren't okay! You're numb!" The Enderman grabbed his shoulders... And the feeling of floating that he hadn't even noticed came to a sudden halt.

Oh. He was numb... That's why he didn't feel it...

Wait when did Ranboo bring him inside?

He slowly glanced out the window to see the sun had set long ago, and the fire in the fireplace had practically died out. Ranboo was curled up on the couch on the other side of him, and Techno was nowhere to be seen.

'I killed them... Without a second thought...' His mind caught up with the situation much slower than his body had, and he slouched against the arm of the couch he was propped up against.

'I killed them like I killed Wilbur...'

'Terrible person... Horrible...'

'I kill everyone I love...'

'Techno and Ranboo are left... They're in danger from you too...'

"Phil?" A hand grabbed one of the ones that were entangled in his long golden locks, "Hey, hey... I want you to listen to my voice, okay? You're okay... Follow my breathing..."

When did he start crying?

[bigtittydemonwife]

The pasta’s love language Part 1

Jeff The Killer 

Protectiveness

 this is the most obviously way the bastard man lets you know he cares about you 

Behind the asshole tsundere attitude and I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude about life lays another smaller asshole and buried deep under that lays the small boy that picked a fight with three bullies to protect his loving brother

Weather it’s him decking o**enderman for being creepy or saving you from a tricky last victim it seems Jeff always knows when your in trouble 

So low-key about it you never really notice his eyes on you until you’re being helped, and even then you never notice how they never leave

Jeff is like a dog, but not the loving wagging tail dog, the asshole that stands on your feet with his sharp claws, rips open your pillows and terrorises the mailman so much your mail is delivered by drone.

but he is also the dog that late at night sneaks onto your bed and whenever there’s someone strange approaching you on the street at night stands in front of you and bares his teeth 

Physical Touch 

Jeff’s love isn’t soft

Jeff’s love is as rough as he is 

Jeff’s touch is soft head-pats after you put someone in their place 

His touch is high fives after a successful mission where your hands linger together

His touch is quick side hugs before he goes off to go do something stupid 

Cheeky neck kisses in front of others to make you flustered 

fingers running though your hair or down your sides whenever he gets bored 

easiest way to get cuddled by this man? after a mission when he’s too tired to act like a tsundere  

Jeff is funnily like a cat in this regards, his cuddles are fun but he has to want to, otherwise it’s deemed as unnecessary

Defensiveness

Jeff isn’t a rational man 

So when he gets jealous his first response is to just stab the guy and run 

Ass a traumatised stubborn teen Jeff is quick to anger but he toe’s the line (aha reference) at when people disrespect you 

Is he an asshole to you all the time?

Yes

Is he the only person who can be mean to you?

Yes

Despite what everyone thinks Jeff does understand the difference between mean teasing and just being an asshole 

And if your someone like me who shows your love to people you care about by teasing and being mean to him he’s gonna understand if your friends are the same way 

What he does not accept is anyone who dares treat you like your lower than them 

thats when he pulls out his knife and commits stabby stabby 

Ticci Toby 

Physical Touch 

Unlike Jeff when Toby is in love he’s a touchy feely person

And once again unlike Jeff when it comes to cuddles Toby is most likely to be the one to initiate cuddles 

On a good day Toby recharges with touch

Most of the time he’s all over you 

His favourite way to cuddle is him on the bottom with you on his chest and your face buried into his neck 

If you cuddle with him like that theres a 97% chance you are not leaving any time soon 

He loves to hold your hands alot, Toby hands are an eternal mystery as sometimes their cold as fuck and others their super warm

After a really bad day when he’s had his alone time and recharged (which can take as long as a week) he just wants to lay with you a bit 

this usually happens when he’s burnt out (missions do not help) 

on days like that he wants to be held in your arms and rest his head on your chest

that way as he falls asleep he can hear your heartbeat and know your safe and alive 

Compliments 

Toby is an asshole, but he’s a lovable asshole 

And on a good day when he’s happy and in love he’s acting like a lovestuck school boy 

He’s the type to give you either the cutest nicknames or the weirdest 

One day he’ll call you love the next Mustard 

 His compliments are the sweetest thing ever because of how special they are 

instead of complimenting something basic about you (well not basic but well seen by everyone) he compliments you on some of the most obscure things that you didn’t think anyone noticed about you 

“I love how fast you talk when you get excited”

“I love easily you get along with sally”

“Your eyes glow in the sunset, it’s really pretty”

Ben Drowned 

Space

Ben is an antisocial person. 

He’s not bitter about it but most of the time he prefers to keep to himself 

Ben understands if his partner isn’t like that, but one of his ways of showing love is giving them space to be their own person 

While Ben does love to spend time with you and share interests and hobbies 

He is a human demon? ghost? thing that loves alone time 

And by giving you space and your own time alone it’s his way of letting you still have freedom to be you

Ben recharges his social battery with a quiet atmosphere so alone time or cuddle time is his favourite thing to do with you when he’s down

Don’t get me wrong he loves cuddles 

But that doesn’t mean he’s going to be clinging to you 24/7

Acts of service

Ben is a patient person 

Despite what people think all his years of gaming have taught him a lot about taking his time and how easier it is to get things done when he’s chill 

So he’s quite alright with doing things for people when they need help 

But even so he’s still his own person 

So he doesn’t usually do it for free unless it’s for someone he really cares about 

And that’s when you come in 

Ben is basically ready to do anything for you 

Will Jeff call him a simp? Yes, will he care? No 

In the end of the day he’s getting ass and Jeff’s not

Anyway 

You could ask him to hack the government for you and he would 

But basic shit is him bringing you snacks he stole from Jeff’s room when your hungry 

He just likes making you happy 

Physical Touch

Ironically enough in complete contradiction of the first one Ben actually loves spending time with you 

Not all the time, otherwise in his opinion the time he gets with you will feel less special 

But when either of you have a bad day he likes to either cuddle you and take a nap or hold you while you both/ he plays video games 

Ben’s a ghost? Thing so his body is always cold 

That’s one of the reasons why he loves holding you so much is feeling your warm body against him 

He likes to nap on your tiddys because 1) he’s perverted and 2) he likes to hear your heartbeat 

He finds the sound of it fascinating 

Sometimes he feels his pulse just because the shock of not feeling anything is fun to him 

Ben is probably one of the easiest pastas to date 

He’s like a house cat

Just give him attention and water and he can fend for himself all good 

Eyeless Jack 

Giving Gifts

Jack in love is a very very confusing thing 

Not because he’s contradictory but because the way he flirts sometimes ties into his demonic animalistic tendencies 

For example 

His gifts to you can sometimes be very sweet things that instead are normal gifts like flowers or chocolates but instead small things like breakfast in bed after a stressful mission (He may or may not use his acting like a doctor as an excuse yes EJ is the mansions doctor fight me bitch)

and then other times it’s organs like a heart or an eyeball, bones or a skull (sometimes animal) and sometimes even teeth, if your lucky most of the time once more they just belong to some pour animal in the woods 

and they say romance is dead

Jacks way of showing love is sorta a mixture of how some birds gift their mates things to flirt and how cats give their owners dead animals

He’s cute I swear 

Acts of Service

Unlike Ben jack isn’t going to drop everything to please you 

but once again the way he shows his love is more casual(?) (I mean he gives you dead things to show his love that ain’t casual)

and if he’s in a good mood/ had a good day then more often than not you’ll find yourself being spoiled in a completely Jack way?

You’re thirsty? He made you both coffee/ tea/ hot chocolate 

You’re on a mission and it’s raining? Take his jacket (not like he’s gonna die from the cold)

You’re hungry? Take a snack from his secret stash that no one else is aloud to go through (though most of the time it’s filled with organs)

Jack hates it when his lover is stressed so he likes to do whatever he can to help them out 

Physical Touch

I hate to sound stereotypical but Jack does this the most because he is extremely touch starved 

Trust me he’s not into PDA at all but behind closed doors he’s finding any excuse he can get to touch you ( with your consent )

he loves sleeping together because usually at night he’s reading or trying to piece together his broken parts

But when he’s holding you in his arms, and whispering how much he loves you in your ear when he’s sure you’re asleep he feels like he doesn’t to be whole 

that he can’t expect you to fix him at all, but being with you is enough to make him feel like instead of being broken, being fractured is alright 

But weather it’s his hand on your cheek on your hands laced together Jack likes to feel your skin against his 

fucckkkk I’m tired, this like took three days, you’re getting a part two when I don’t feel like my head’s trying to kill itself and no I did not spell check this nor will I ever as spellings for pussys and people who graduate school 

[jadienjaystoriesandart]

Cursed - 3rd Life SMP

Could be seen as Romantic Desert Duo, because I'm falling hard a fast for these two idiots. (I’m Aro Ace guys, and I have a hard time gauging what is and isn’t a pairing thing hehe)

- I don't see enough Evil/Villain Scar AU's, and I really just want to play Grian who falls head over heels for this man. Despite the fact Scar is a red life and a murdered and a bit crazy.

- TW for Possessive Behavior and Talks of Killing

Everything was normal, it was fine, working out okay enough. They claimed the sand biome, chopped down a bunch of dark oak trees, and built a house on the mountain. Grian felt like things were calm, and life was slowly devolving into a normal. Despite having only 3 lives, despite the fear of falling into the red, things were fine between him and Scar. The man who he owed his first life after a prank gone wrong, curses his sense of honor. And the same man who could con you out of your clothes and somehow convinced him to make a monopoly with sand of all things. Silver-tongued demon is an understatement when talking about Scar, he was a con man through and through. And yet Grian found he enjoyed the days in the hot sun with the man who had a thing against shirts.

Then it changed, Grian could only feel a cold dread settle into his stomach when Scar fell off the edge and lost his 2nd life. Red. Scar was now red. He could only let out a burst of hysterical laughter and at least collected the other's things. Yet the weight of it stayed on his body like lead-laced in blood, Grian owed his first life to a Red Lifer. And Red's were known to be sane or predictable, and if Scar wanted he could theoretically take Grian's first life in any way he wanted. The urge to flee as far from this place jumped into his throat, and his legs trembled to fly, fly far from this and place. The thought crossed quickly but was dashed by the sound of the footsteps. Scar was back, he looked paler than before. "Can we still be friends?" the question was sheepish as he gave red poppies and the soft pinkish-purple lilacs to Grian.

Nimbly tongue indeed, as Grian held the flowers in his hands, and he found himself smiling. "I still owe you my first life after all," he said, even if he wanted to screech at himself for saying such words. Scar's eyes light up at that, the red color seemed to shine like freshly spilled blood, swirling with inhuman desire. And despite the feeling of fear the bird in his head felt, Grian wanted to stare into those eyes, maybe he'd be able to lose the sense of fear it gave him. "Oh, that's right!" Scar said delighted now, the smile on his face both threatening and full of joy. Before he let out a hearty laugh, "Well this will work out well, let's break a boat with an angry Enderman, test a theory, and head home!" he clapped his hands together at that, the easy grin staying on his face.

Maybe this could work? Grian hoped so, pushing back the feeling of fear that lodged in his throat.

Or it was a pipe dream, waking up the next morning in the arms of a man whose skin was gray and eyes as red as the late sun. The man who convinced him to share a bed to keep out the cold of the desert night. "Might help if you wore a shirt." Grian had said one night, which got a snort of a laugh, and a whine. And Grian each night would let himself be hugged by strong arms and chest. Opened his eyes to red eyes staring into his own green, one arm around his waist, and the other on the back of his neck, tickling the baby hairs. Scar's eyes held lots to decipher, things Grian knew it'd take the whole day for him to understand. Though the one thing that stood out was amusement and something much deeper, near hungry he'd dare say.

"Morning little birdy." Scar's voice said, deep from waking up, rumbling in the chest that Grian was near pinned against. "Sleep well?" the question was soft against his ear. Though his heart was racing all the same, the words flee repeating over and over, his wings twitched. Grian steeled his nerves, "Don't really remember falling asleep." he admits, he remember being hugged from behind after laying down, then it was a dreamless sleep. Must have been very tired that night, given he had waited until alone to let out the tears that he had refused to let go around Scar.

A laugh, vibrating through his being, "Well it was about the same for me, yesterday was eventful hm?" a shark-like smile, but Grian returned with a tiny one of his own and a nod. "So what's the plan for today Scar?" Grian asked sitting up and the bird in his head calmed a bit being they weren't trapped in a predator's arms. Scar was huffing when he got up, grumbling about losing his bird. Grian's feathers near ruffled, but he shrugged it off, Scar was sleepy and seemed to like cuddling a lot. He looked back at the other laying on his back now to stare at the ceiling.

The silence stayed as he let Scar think of ideas, and plans, the smile slowly growing. "Given I'm red now, I guess my next objective is to get others to Red now also," he commented peering at Grian, he kept his reaction neutral, Scar was the first red life and would now feel the need to turn others red like himself. One life, and a life that demanded the blood of Greens and Yellows. "Well the easier targets would be Yellows," Grian commented moving to now face Scar, his legs under him. The blanket pooled around his waist, and also left Scar's chest exposed to the low light of the morning sun. He adverted his eyes up to the face, gosh why couldn't Scar keep some clothes on?!

A hum at that as hands laced over the top of his stomach, Scar tilted his head at the ceiling. "True," a tap of one finger, "though I've noticed Green Life people are rather skittish, it'll be fun to watch them run?" he suggested with a grin at Grian. Grian shrugged faintly, "Well Greens are cut out for fighting, running is easier than losing a life." he explains to Scar, just as an arm snaked around his waist. He let out a squeak that made him embarrassed, as he was pinned down to the bed. Scar leaned over him with the same grin on his face. Green eyes looked up at the ashen gray face, that was stretched to show a fanged smile.

"Can you run now though little bird?' Scar asked him as his hand pressed to Grian's chest, a pressure that was enough to keep him in place. No doubt feeling the thumping of Grian's heartbeat in his chest, the fear was back as he could only gap up at Scar. "I can feel your heart racing, are you scared of me?" Scar asked with a gentle tone, the edge of curiosity and amusement.

A shaky breath in and out, Grian didn't speak as Scar stared into his eyes.

"I could take your life you know, it's owed to me." Scar spoke in a soft voice, barely above a whisper, like speaking something secret. "And yet you stayed, given a handful of pretty flowers and a sad begging question." a hand reached up to run two fingers over his cheek and trace down to the edges of his jawline. "We could be red together, be bound in more than just word or contract." The bird was silent, trembling, caught in the paws of a large predator. Grian could only let his chin be tilted up to expose his neck and meet Scar's gaze head-on as they gripped his jaw. Though he could pull away, he didn't, letting the thumb and index hold him. "Care to tell me why you stay, even with knowing I want to kill you?" he asked, but the possessive tint was gone, filled with genuine curiosity.

The heartbeat of silence stayed, Grian's mouth felt dry as he ran his tongue over his teeth, "Maybe I just feel like it." Grian's voice rasped out finally after the staring contest they had. "Maybe I'm just doing this out of honor that could easily be misplaced." the finger twitched around his chin, "Or, maybe I'm the crazy on."

Who was to say what was going on in his head, to be honest Grian had no idea either.

But Scar's smile came back slowly at the last words, the thumb petted over his lips, "Or perhaps, there is something much deeper in that mind of yours that we'll bring to the surface." he suggested with a passive shrug of his own. "Greens are runners you say, or maybe they haven't found what makes them bite?"

A soft breath over the finger on his mouth, Grian's heartbeat was slowing down slowly, "We'll find out I guess." he said back to Scar, something in his chest jumped at the very thought. Excitement? Fear? Apprehension? Guess he really was the crazy one. He was possibly all three, eager for the future but also scared of what it'll turn him into. The desire was there though, here, now, he wanted to make it last. The swirl of emotions that made his head spin in circles, the rush of instincts, the pounding and slowing of his heart, and the question on his tongue: How far will you go into this red hallway?

They stayed like this for a moment before Scar got up and huffed out a laugh. "Well best get ready then Grian!" he said back to his chipper self. As if that did not just happen, possessive need and clinging want. "Got a lot to plan for, and I heard you're great at traps right?" he asked as Grian nodded stiffly. "Great! Meet you outside soon!" With that Scar got up and left the bed to outside, leaving behind Grian sitting up slowly.

He was shaking, breathless, and so much more. And Grian... Grian wanted more.

[dreamerstreamer]

Visit

Pairing: Dream / Clay x gn!reader

Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] You and Dream have been together for months now, but no one knows it. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that the two of you live leagues apart.

Warnings: some cursing (a.k.a. Tommy exists)

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: requested by an anon who wanted a fun long-distance reveal! this story takes place during an unspecified time, but i imagine it occurs prior to schlatt’s presidency. anyways, i hope you all enjoy <3

You gazed at the bustling town in front of you in awe, your wide eyes darting this way and that as you took in everything you possibly could. You’d never known that Clay’s home was so... colourful. So bright.

You should really come visit more often.

Now, you thought to yourself, just where is he? He has to be somewhere around here.

Your fingers squeezed a little tighter around the handle of your basket as you swung it back and forth, a small smile gracing your lips as you tread onward. The soles of your feet ached a bit, especially after walking for so many hours, but you didn’t mind too much. It had been a while since you last saw each other, and you couldn’t wait to hear his laugh again.

Just then, a voice spoke up to your left.

“Who the fuck is that?”

Your smile faltered, and you slowed your steps a half-measure as another voice whispered back.

“No clue.”

You swallowed, a lump slowly starting to form in your throat. You focused your gaze on the path ahead of you, trudging forward as you rushed past the muffled words that slowly began to form around you.

“Do you know them?”

“Nope.”

“Are they from out of town?”

“Must be. I don’t recognize them at all.”

Something hot and wet wrapped around your lungs, an uneasy feeling settling into the pit of your stomach. They’re... they’re talking about me, aren’t they? You sucked in a shuddering breath, ignoring the stinging at the back of your eyes. It’s okay, [Y/N]. You just have to find Clay, and then everything’s be just fi—

“[Y/N]?”

You froze, your steps coming to a screeching halt. Is that...?

You turned on your heel, your eyes landing on a familiar face standing just a few feet behind you. Dirty blonde hair and enchanting green eyes stared back at you, and a wide grin stretched across your lips. In a flash, you were charging at him, an overjoyed giggle escaping you.

“Clay!”

You barely caught a glimpse of his outstretched arms before you were tumbling into them, your fingers curling around his back as his hands met your waist. Peals of laughter flew from your lips as he spun the two of you around once, twice, thrice. Your heart was practically singing in your ears as he set you back down again, your feet landing flat on the ground as you gazed up at his fond smile.

“Hey,” he said gently, his emerald eyes scanning your face, “what are you doing here?”

You pulled back the cover of your basket, pulling out a swath of viridian green fabric with a flourish, grinning. “Ta-da!” you cried, holding it out toward him. “I finished fixing your winter cloak!”

His eyes grew wide as he stared at the cloth in your hands, his gaze glimmering with astonishment. “You did? Oh my god!” With a gentle grasp, he pulled the cloak from your grasp, admiring your handiwork with wonder in his eyes as he looked over the stitching. He looked up, a smile tugging at his lips.

“It looks as good as new,” he said. “You can hardly even tell I ripped it.” Tucking the cloak into the crook of his arm, he dipped his head to press his lips to your forehead. “You’re amazing, [Y/N].”

You offered him a bashful grin, biting the inside of your warming cheek. “It’s nothing, really.”

Reaching over, he slipped his hand into yours. His thumb instinctively moved to brush over your knuckles just how you liked it, and you nearly melted on the spot. He really had you wrapped around his finger, didn’t he? Not that you were complaining or anything.

“Seriously though,” he added, pursing his lips, “you didn’t need to come all this way just to deliver my cloak to me.” His gaze grew soft. “It must have taken you so long.”

You chewed on your bottom lip as you dug your heel into the dirt. “I-I, um,” you began shakily, picking at a stray wicker thread in your basket, “I wanted to surprise you.” You took a deep breath, raising your chin to look at him dead on. “You always come visit me, but I thought this time, I should be the one coming to you!”

He stared at you, his lips parted in awe as he took in your words. When he didn’t say anything after a few seconds, your eyes darted to the ground, as you mumbled a quiet, “Or, um, something like that.”

There was a beat of silence. Then came a soft murmur.

“God, you’re so damn cute.”

You whipped your head up, your cheeks blazing with heat as you took in his cocky smile. “S-Stop that,” you sputtered, resisting the urge to bury yourself into the ground. “You’re always so cheesy.”

He dipped his head to press his forehead against yours, his eyes never leaving yours. “Yeah,” he rasped, his breath tickling your face, “but only for you.”

Your heart did a flip in your chest at the intensity of his gaze. As flustered as he made you, you missed this. You missed him. Was it even possible to miss someone so much?

Suddenly, someone cleared their throat. “Uh, Dream?”

You stiffened once more, taking a step back to peer over Clay’s shoulder, only to feel your breath hitch in your throat. Clay immediately shifted at the first sign of distress on your face, his gaze growing serious. He plastered a polite smile to his face as he turned, opening his mouth.

“Hi ther—woah.” He blinked at the small crowd standing behind him. “Okay, uh. There’s a lot of you here.” Carefully, he stepped to the side, facing the crowd head-on while allowing you the chance to take a step behind him. He offered them a crooked grin, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. “What’s up?”

In front of him, a tall man tilted his head toward you, his chestnut hair flopping over one eye as he raised an eyebrow at you. “Um, aren’t you going to introduce us to your guest?”

Clay’s eyes darted to yours, and you sent him a subtle nod. They were his friends, and as nervous as you were, they deserved to know about you. Turning back to face the crowd, he held a hand out toward you. “Everyone, meet [Y/N], my significant other.” He gestured to the crowd. “[Y/N], meet, uh, everyone else.”

A man clad in blue raised his eyebrows, an unimpressed look crossing his features. “Wow,” he whistled, pushing up the white glasses perched on his nose, “way to basically just call us unimportant.”

Clay rolled his eyes, but you still managed to catch a glimpse of a smile flicker across his face as he relented. “Okay, okay, I’ll be more specific.” He pointed his hand toward the man dressed in blue and the white-clad man leaning against him. “Meet George and Sapnap—my best friends.”

Sapnap glowered at him, his dark brows curving inward. “Yeah, your best friends who didn’t know about your secret relationship!”

Clay winced, something hurt flitting through his expression. “I’m sorry, oka—”

George raised a hand. “We’re kidding, we’re kidding.” He reached over, clapping his hand over Clay’s shoulder. “We’re glad you have someone you like, seriously.”

Sapnap leaned forward, his frown having been replaced by a teasing grin and his dark eyes swimming with mischief. “You totally owe us for keeping us in the dark, though.”

George nodded, pulling his hand away. “Oh yeah, totally.”

Clay grimaced, then sighed. “Great. Anyways,” he said, “this is Ranboo.” He gestured to the tall boy standing next to you, his face split down the middle with skin that looked as pale as the moon on one half and the other being as dark as night. Atop his head sat a small, golden crown that glimmered in the sunlight, and his crimson and green eyes blinked at you as he gave you a small wave, his lips curling into a smile. 

“He’s half-enderman,” Clay explained at your curious expression, “but he doesn’t really have any of the cool enderman powers.”

Ranboo’s mouth drooped into a frown as he lowered his hand with a disappointed sigh. “Yeah, I only got the lame ones. Like, I can’t teleport, and I’m not crazy strong, either.”

Another voice suddenly popped up. “He’s fucking useless in the rain, that’s what he is.” You turned you head, your eyes landing on a blond boy sporting a triumphant grin. “If you get even a single drop of water on him, he hisses like a cat.”

“I do not!”

The blond boy cackled, and you couldn’t stop his contagious laugh from letting a smile form on your face. “Don’t deny it, Ranboo! You totally do, and it’s fucking hilarious!”

Beside you, Clay sighed, gesturing to the grinning boy with a look of affectionate disdain. “This one here is Tommy.” His lips twitched. “He’s a demon child.”

Tommy’s smile widened. “Thanks, Big D—wait.” He paused, then scowled. “What the fuck did you just sa—”

Clay didn’t let him finish. He simply shot you a satisfied look before declaring, “Case in point!”

Before Tommy could begin shouting once more, he turned to the shorter brunet standing next to him. “This is Tubbo.” Something in his tone softened as he spoke. “He’s Tommy’s best friend, and he liked bees. He’s not nearly as...” He paused, looking for the right word. “...aggressive as Tommy, and he actually has some genuinely good intentions.”

The tall brunet from earlier suddenly spoke up. “Except for when he’s Big Law. Or Big Crime.”

Clay blinked, then nodded with a slight grin. “Oh. Yeah. Those are two exceptions.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, opening your mouth. “Should I ask...?”

He sent you a lopsided smile. “Probably not.” You stifled a smile as he turned back to the tall brunet, who offered you a cheerful grin. “This here is Wilbur. We fought a war once because he started a drug cartel—don’t mind that—and he’s pretty good at playing guitar.” He pretended not to see your look of alarm as he pointed to the man standing next to him, a pair of fox ears sitting atop his head. “Oh, and this is his son, Fundy.”

You eyed the ears on Fundy’s head, the orange fur ruffling in the soft breeze. Are those... real? They look real. You opened your mouth, but Fundy spoke first.

“Yes,” he said, his eye catching yours, “they are real. And yes, we look nothing alike. My mother was a salmon.” A boulder of shock and confusion steamrolled through your system, but he merely waved his hand. “Moving on.”

You gaped at him, your mind still reeling at the words ‘mother’ and ‘salmon’. “What—?”

“Moving on!” Clay repeated, raising his voice a little. He turned you around slightly, and found yourself standing face to face with a girl with dark hair, the front two strands bleached blonde. “This is Niki. She’s normal. And also very nice.”

You blinked up at Clay, your eyebrows furrowing. “‘Normal’?” you parroted, already feeling yourself fill with disbelief. Fundy’s mother was a salmon, and now he was trying to convince you that any of his friends were normal? You didn’t buy it.

He nodded, his lips curling into a small grin at your skeptical look. “No, like, actually normal. I swear.”

Niki waved at you, her eyes curving into tiny crescent moons. “It’s nice to meet you, [Y/N]! Is this your first time here?”

You nearly jumped by how sweet her voice was, but nodded eagerly, hope sparking in your chest. “Y-Yeah!”

Her eyes glimmered with something gentle and kind. “You should come stop by my bakery sometime!” She sent you a wink, but it came across as more cheerful than sly. “I’ll treat you to some cake.”

You could practically feel your mouth water at the mere thought. Niki was more than just normal—she was wonderful. You had a feeling you were going to be very, very good friends with Niki. “I would love to!”

While Niki clapped her hands in successful delight, Clay took a step forward. “Well, that’s basically everyone. Some people are out of town today,” he explained, “but you can meet them some other time.” His look was fond as he smiled at you. “In the meantime, I can show you around the actual town.”

You clutched your basket a little tighter as you bobbed your head. You’d been dying to see the rest of Clay’s home, and you couldn’t wait to explore. “Okay!”

Suddenly, an confused voice cut in.

“Hold on a second.” Fundy whirled, his ears flicking atop his head as he looked back at his friends. “Are we just going to gloss over the fact that Dream is actually dating someone?!”

Clay furrowed his eyebrows, looking appalled. “Why do you sound so surprised?”

Tommy raised a finger. “Well, I mean,” he began, “aside from the obvious, which is that you having anyone who genuinely fucking likes you is completely unexpected—”

Clay deadpanned. “Ouch.”

“—but we also had no idea, okay?” Tommy crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing. “We kind of have a right to be surprised.”

You raised your eyebrows, bobbing your head slightly. “He does have a point.”

Clay sent you an exasperated look, his eyes pleading. “Do not back him up.”

You held up your hands in front of you, trying to bite back your smile. “I’m just saying!”

It was then that George spoke up. “Wait, how long have you guys even been together for?”

Without missing a beat, you and Clay both spoke at the same time. “Eleven months.” The moment the words left your mouth, you looked at each other, your eyes wide before melting into something softer. Your one month anniversary was coming up soon, and you guys weren’t the type to forget.

In front of you, Wilbur gaped. “Eleven months?” he repeated, sounding like a broken record player. “Eleven months?! How have you two been together for that long without us noticing?”

Clay blinked, then shrugged. “I wasn’t being super secretive about it or anything. No one ever asked, so I never said anything.”

George practically collapsed onto the ground, sinking to his knees as he tugged at his hair, his glasses sliding off his face and onto the ground. “Just how? How? I don’t get it.”

Softly, you spoke up. “I just happen to live a couple thousand blocks away, so it’s kind of far from here,” you explained. “That’s why you guys have never met me, but Clay and I still always make time to see each other.”

Sapnap tilted his head at you, his dark eyes scanning your face as the wheels in his head whirred. “Like, when do you even hang out?” He pursed his lips. “I feel like Dream’s always just kind of... here.”

Clay’s brows furrowed together. “Let me think of a good example, um...” His paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up. “Okay, so, you know those days I just say that I’m going out and don’t really elaborate?”

Sapnap cocked his head. “Um, yeah?”

Clay smiled. “That’s when I go visit [Y/N].”

There was a beat of silence, then Fundy spoke up. “Hold on a second—you travel more than hundreds of blocks just to... see [Y/N]?”

He blinked, then nodded nonchalantly. “Well, yeah. I love them.”

Warmth skittered across your cheeks as you turned to face him, lightly smacking his chest as your heart skipped a beat. “C-Clay!”

He laughed. “What?” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s true.”

Across from you, Tommy visibly gagged, holding a hand over his mouth. “God, this is so fucking gross. Super sweet, but also super gross.”

Tubbo nodded beside him, a hand tucked under his chin. “It’s like... like...” His eyebrows knit together. “What’s a good analogy?”

Ranboo quipped, “It’s almost like I can feel myself getting a cavity.”

A wide smile split across Tommy’s face, and he straightened, turning to grin at his friends. “Ooh, that’s good. Nice.”

Tubbo suddenly gasped, waving his arm frantically. “Oh, um!” He paused for a split second, then shouted at full volume, “It’s like I can feel myself becoming diabetic!”

Tommy made a face. “Okay, uh—less good.”

Tubbo frowned, then opened his mouth again when Sapnap suddenly took a step forward, slamming his hand over Tubbo’s mouth. “Alright,” he said, offering you an apologetic grin, “I think that’s enough fun for one day.”

Clay nearly melted to the ground in relief. “Thanks, Sapnap. Now if you could all scram, that would be great, because [Y/N] and I would love to spend some quality time together.”

George’s lips twitched. “Heh. Disgusting.”

“Wha—” Clay blanched, and you felt your face grow warm. “Oh my god, I didn’t mean like that.”

Fundy rolled his eyes, his mouth curling into a smirk. “Sure, you didn’t.” Before you could even think to retort, Fundy clapped his hands, pushing the crowd away from the two of you. “Well, you heard the man! Everybody get a move on! Let the lovebirds be!”

Niki turned to wave once more at you, calling after you as the distance between you grew, “Bye, [Y/N]! It was nice meeting you!”

Your face lit up at the sound of her voice as you eagerly waved back. “You too, Niki!”

As soon as they disappeared from your line of sight, you felt Clay relax beside you, his shoulders drooping as he ran a hand through his hair with an exasperated look. “Sorry about them. They’re kind of—” He gestured vaguely. “—you know.”

You hummed, your lips quirked into a genuine smile. “I liked them. They’re chaotic, but in a fun way.” You swallowed the lump in your throat as you cast him a wary look. “Do you think they liked me?”

His eyes flashed with pride as he leaned over to press a kiss to your cheek. “Oh, they definitely did.” He sent you a crooked smile. “Tommy might think we’re gross, but he means well.”

You giggled at the image of Tommy gagging at the two of you as Clay slipped his hand into yours one more. “Enough about Tommy though,” he hummed, squeezing your palm, “let me show you around, yeah?”

You nodded with a bright grin, swinging your arms as the two of continued down the oak wood path further into the city. Around you, chatter continued to fill the air, but it didn’t make you anxious anymore. Clay’s friends may be strange, but who wasn’t, really?

As you took in the sight of the town around you and Clay’s soothing voice washed over you, you squeezed his hand a little tighter.

You were right—you really should come visit more often.

[lillian-nator]

please do more backyard au hcs this sounds lovely

PEOPLE AND AGES - Tommy (5) Kindergarten - Techno (11) 6th grade - wilbur (18) Senior - Tubbo (4) Kindergarten - Schlatt (19) Just Graduated, goes to Community college - SapNap (7) First grade - Punz (13) 7th grade - Dream (12) 8th grade - Gogy (15) Sophomore - Ranboo (6) Kindergarten - Fundy (15) Freshman - Niki (16) junior - Puffy (17) Senior - Purpled (5) Kindergarten - Big Q (14) 8th grade - Karl (13) 7th grade ----------------------- SPECIES AND RELATIONSHIPS (put into friend groups) - Tubbo (Ram, Schlatt's son) - Tommy (Racoon) - Ranboo (enderman, kind of a street kid) - Purpled (Purple Sheep, Dream and Puffy's younger brother) - SapNap (Demon, Bad's son, Punz's baby brother)

- Techno (Piglin) - Dream (Ram, Puffy's younger brother) - Punz (demon) - Gogy  (Mooshroom) - Big Q (Duck) - Karl (Parrot hybrid)

- Wilbur (Blue Jay) - Schlatt (Ram) - Puffy (sheep - Schlatt's cousin) - Niki (fish? mermaid?) - Fundy (Fox) ----------------------- I think that Philza minecraft just slowly keeps finding kids in his backyard, and he slowly grows very attached to all of them Just like every afternoon his backyard is FLOODED with kids And he doesn’t understand why he’s the house everyone goes to, but he’ll feed them He just slowly finds himself being really endeared by each of them ------------------- And before he knows it, Phil’s warning SapNap and Ranboo away from the water, and balancing Purpled and Tommy on his hips And he knows all their allergies And all their favorite foods And he’s keeping track of the high schoolers grades, bringing Dream, punz, and techno to their games  ----------------- CARPOOL SOCCER MOM Mr. Philza Minecraft --------------------- Dream: Basketball Punz: Football Techno: Baseball Puffy: Softball Small children: Baby Soccer -------------------------- - Phil keeps track of all of boys'  games and practices. Because goddamn it, these kids deserve some sort of parental guidance - Dream, purpled, and Puffy don’t have present parents - Puffy had to step up to the plate - Ranboo’s a street kid - No one really knows if he has anyone - Bad just chilling in hell ---------------------------- Schlatt is really working himself thin, but he tries hard, he really does And everyone can see how much he loves Tubbo Sometimes Phil will wake up and see schlatt passed out on their couch. He got off at midnight But as soon as he gets home from work, Tubbo is immediately in his Dad’s arms Schlatt animatedly talking to the boy But you can just see how much love he has for his boy He’s just a bit too young to bare the burden alone ------------------------------ And the thing is, is that all of these kids are so like, independent Like Phil just needs to feed them And tend to the youngest ones every so often ------------------------------- I think it’s like musical chairs To see who’s sleeping at Phil’s house in the morning Like - who’s on the couch? An air mattress? Guest bed? Sharing a room with one of his kids? All of the small children like to pile around SapNap, who is also a small child, cause he’s warm Punz also always has children flocking him ------------------------------- Punz is also that teen who throws the kids in the pool he cant go into the water himself, prefering to lay on the grass and in the sun, but he does love just chucking kids in ------------------------------- Phil drives a beat up mini van. It’s baby blue It's always filled to the brim with passengers very dirty many crumbs has balls just thrown in it all the time Footballs, basketballs, baseballs, soccer balls it fucking smells, we all know it does Phil owns like 4 of those kid car seats despite only having one kid in that age group ---------------------------- Also if you couldn't tell Niki basically lives in the pool she's a fish hybrid so its a salt water pool instead of chlorine because its better for Niki --------------------------- Tommy, Tubbo, purpled, Ranboo, and SapNap play baby soccer its the best part of this au It’s so adorable, and Tommy picks at flowers the entire time Sometimes. Ranboo will come and entertain him for a little. Try and get him back in the game. He gives up when Tommy sits down tho Ranboo will more often then not join Tommy cause mmmm grass Tubbo is insanely competitive as a little kid we been knew though When he gets older Tommy gets really into it But as a baby He just chases bugs Plus he’s a raccoon hybrid, so shiny ------------------------ HE HOARDS SHIT UNDER HIS BED IS A MESS he as in fucking baby racoon Tommy whats the word for baby racoon small baby kit Phil 1000% calls him kit BABY RAMS ARE CALLED BUCKS FUCKING EVERYONE CALLS TUBBO "BUCK" THATS SO CUTE IM LOSING MY SHIT Things go lost? Go check tommys room Bermuda Triangle of a bedroom Very much like - Phil has to have a talk with him about it And he’s like “ I know you feel like you have to take them Kit, but they’re not yours” “If you want it, just ask me and I’m

sure we can figure something out.” Tommy also loses interest as soon as he gains it tho Tommy chitters at them They nod liek they understand and go “Uh huh, sounds mighty interesting Kit,” And then they pick him and let him climb around them -------------------------------- So much rough housing like SO much they're hybrids man Tommy also teethes ok. Chews on shit when his canines grow in so does Techno, and SapNap, and Punz (Punz and Techno's canines already grew in though, but they still chew on shit) The rams Rub their heads against stuff Head Itchy ------------------------------- A lot of Phil’s days off are just spent by the babies, just who are growing in hybrid traits He scratches Tubbo, sapnaps, and Puroled heads They’re all growing in horns Gives Tommy things to chew on Purpled. Never gets full horns. They are always little stubs just barely sticking out of his hair. His ears looks more human than ram too. Just for some reason never really grew into his hybrid traits And purple eyes He gets so upset about it too, when Tubbos horns outgrow his, because he’s older He’s a bit different. But it’s like being brunette in a family of blondes. It’s not unheard of He just is tearing up and Phil is just like “oh Bud, come ‘ere” They're like 8 And Tommy just gives Purpled the biggest hug, because Tommy is a sweetheart as a kid ------------------- I think that even the older kids wrestle Like obviously Dream, Techno and the rest of the middle school gang do Because they’re so fucking competitive Dream is so quick to just. Grab someone and wrestle them to the floor No warning But like, you’ll catch Wilbur and Schlatt jumping at each other Or Wilbur throwing Fundy over his shoulder Or anyone just man handling gogy ------------------- Phil gets to a point where he calls them all his kids And asks where they are when they aren’t At his house ------------------------ Puffy bringing them (Dream and Purpled) over after school. They go outside and play. Puffy sighs and collapses at the dining table. Phil silently hands her a coffee. “I’ll keep em busy” he says “you get some homework done” She looks up, and puts her head in her hand, “Dream has basketball practice in an hour” Phil just pats  her on the back. “I got it.” ----------------- Also let’s talk about how much food Phil needs to buy Like even if it’s just lunch That’s like 15 growing boys He can afford it, He just has to watch out for allergies He buys so many fucking snacks man Whole damn store He goes through like crates of those little chip variety packs Tubbo only likes the crunchy Cheetos Tommy likes barbecue Niki likes salt and vinegar Punz likes Doritos He knows which ones they all like I’m just imagining Phil calling out for the kids And they’re like lining out of the kitchen Oldest to youngest so that Phil can help the little ones They can eat anywhere in the yard, but Ohil has the little ones eat at the picnic table They’re all dripping wet from coming out of the pool, and he needs to make sure they eat their fruit and popsicles, they have tons of popsicles. ------------------ Phil totally takes Dad tax Like a chip from every plate And a tatertot from each breakfast very dad of him to do ------------------- Not not Phil kissing each of their foreheads goodbye And “drive safe” And “have a good day" ------------------ He’ll still pick up Texhno And Dream and Punz, right by the armpits And tucks them into bed ----------------- Tommy when he gets wet He loves swimming but the poor baby: his fur It’s hard to get him in the water but once he’s in it’s hard to get him out Because he feels all heavy and sticky afterwards ------------------ Adventures in the woods TOMMY IN HID NATURAL HABITAT Small boy makes hidey hole You may be asking Does. Does Tommy crunch on the leaves He does Like on ever y single one Carefully -------------------- All of the little kids And even technos group Just bonk heads Because of the goats They all just do it Sometimes softly Sometimes roughly Techno always does it roughly tho Rough houser Dream doesn’t mind Makes it feel like he has a

herd Feeds a primal instinct for ram playmates Feeds a primal instinct for ram playmates - Small boy And puffy has outgrown it But a young piglin brute? Perfect playmate. ------------------------- AND THATS THE AU YOU'RE WELCOME

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

I want to talk about mob traits and archetype au is some of it so let's gooo

Sam liked creeper, even with their explosive function, but the little patches of green growing on him every day he goes to the prison worries him, and one time he caught himself hissing to Puffy, his best hypothesis? The stress is making his genes appear, but still, the urge to hurt, kill and explode his friends isn't the best.

While building and struggling and being motivated by spite in general, Niki didn't notice the purple particles coming out of her, or the enderman not being so aggressive as before, but Jack notices when her skin started to become black, and worried both, but there isn't one legit doctor in the server to go and see what was happening, Tommy almost didn't recognize her with the point black ears and pink hair, but he still followed her to the forest to get the wood Sam nook wanted. And when she got out of her little city and gone to the north and cold, she was almost as tall as Ranboo, her sking completed black and her eyes glowing a faint blue inatural of enderman that she looked so alike now.

Bad smiled, they with help of Ant were cheking the preparations of their little... event, the cat was checking in their resources when suddenly something hit Bad.

"Ant, have you always been a cat?"

"Huh?... I think so, I don't remember being anything else... and you Bad, have you always been like that?"

Turning, Bad send a questioning look to where he could see the antropomorfic cat back.

"Like what Ant?"

"...I don't know, demon like? With horns and void skin you know?"

"...huh, I never noticed it."

"Well, you were the one to ask it!"

"Okay okay, we have to check some stuff up still"

...but still, Bad thought, why i didn't remember this?(before this, they would joke about how demonic and nether like Bad was all time, before he was taller too, just enough to fit the fostress corridors and dark enough to blend in with the withers, but now none remembers that time)

Karl had another nightmare, this time not of the past, but the grim future he saw one time and it must be already changed by the way things are going, he was again feeling disconnected, so he goes to the bathroom to wash up his face and leave the nightmare behind, and soon as water touch his hands he feels calmer already. With a towel he drys his face and looks at the mirror above the sink, not to find his usual reflection, but blocks of swirling and bright neon colors looking back at him, and at the same time it scares him, it is... nostalgic? Familiar? Why is it so familiar? And with a blink the neon colors are gone and forgotten from the time travelers memory, but the confusion still remained.(XD never liked the neon creature that appeared with Sapnap one day, so the moment he could, he twisted and changed and modified it until it looked right to him and send him back to the server, but if changing appearances is difficult, cutting ties with powers and other entities of creatures was almost impossible, so with white blocks and black roses, he made a place where the creature would be caught rest between his travelling adventures and not cause too much trouble for him... well, now he has to deal with versions getting stuck in the In between and not overcrowd the place)

Quackity was again, wiping away these dang yellow feather away from his prestigious cassino, and continues to swear that the day he gets his hand on the dang chicken or bird leaving them behind he will feast on it until he's full.(he never looked when scratching his back little feathers would fall or how when he moved much and his back was itching his shirt became more pulled)

Ghostbur hid beneath another ceiling, again somehow forgetting that rain melts him instead of... of what? He doesn't remember, and he doesn't want to walk on sun either, he will get hurt again and be more hungry with... with what? He doesn't remember. Ghostbur is becoming tired of not remembering important things but remembering unimportant things, he wants to find his family. But where...(but still, his grey sking was always itching in the bright sun and melting in the rain wasn't such a big thing, with how rapid he would recompose himself)

Phil again groaned, feeling his feet sore and again take of his boots to see what is going on but find nothing but still, the feeling of tiredness of his body was driving him nuts and with the murder screaming again about how he's old doesn't help in nothing, but at the back of his mind the feeling of wrongness did not grew, but become even more present with the tiredness of his body... maybe he should pull a Techno and hibernate for some time...(and maybe in his dreams, he will remember how with his big wings he could get such a impulse even from the ground, remember that this is his first time with complete human feet in his life and not a hybrid between a crow and a human feet)

Tubbo's horns were hurting again, but they stopped growing after he started building snowchester, so he has no clue what could be the cause, he washed and polished them but nothing was stuck in them, so most of the day he is just bumping his head against things and people, and his back is scratching all day too... whatever, he has better things to do.(than remembering that he too had wings to fly, but insect ones were always frail and easy to rip of, but they would normally grow back and he would be in the air again with his father and maybe Tommy if he really feeled like it, how he had things on his head but never fully horns, just little antenna to talk and waste time with his bee friends. Better than remembering how XD likes to tear down things and people apparently)

*cries softly at everything

Oh my god this? This is beautiful.