#when the sun sets in minecraft

[barley-hopkins]

God ATUS feels like it was sooooo long ago. It’s crazy how much influence it had on the evosmp and grian hermitcraft community. That it completely twisted Grian designs. How everyone in 2018-19 drew Grian with purple wings and eyes with the evo symbol in his irises. How almost everyone gave their watcher Grian design that white mask with the two down facing spikes. How people still give him that mask. 

That era now seems so foreign to me, and extremely nostalgic.  mcytblr feels, 

So different now. It’s changed a lot. Mostly, in my opinion, for the better. 

[likeumeanit9497]

just like that | m.s. |

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

based on this request :))

summary: after dating for four months without having sex, y/n finally decides that she's ready to take matt for a ride

warnings: smut; established relationship; unprotected p in v; oral (fem receiving); riding; mentions of questionable consent (NOT with matt dw); dirty talk; 18+

notes: damn i completely forgot about this im so sorry:/ i've just been so busy over the past week or so it completely went under the radar. def not my best work (i wrote it all today), but i wanted to get it up because i'm going on a trip through europe for 6 (SIX???!!?!?!) weeks and will probably not be able to post much when im there. anyways i hope u all enjoy!!

p.s. working on one more fic that i would LOVE to post before i leave tomorrow, if not it might be a while before im able to write again :/ it's gonna be a good one for the matt girlies though so keep ur eyes peeled ;)

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“Do you want anything from the kitchen baby?” Matt’s soft voice in my ear pulled me from the lull I was in, curled up beside him on the couch watching a movie. My drooping eyes fluttered open and I couldn’t help but smile once I came face-to-face with my beautiful boyfriend. The late-August sun was setting, and it shone through the living room windows in just the way that made Matt’s gorgeous blue eyes almost transparent; a harsh contrast to his dark eyelashes and tidy beard. He was looking at me with such unclouded care, the way he always did, and it never failed to make my heart flutter.

Matt and I had met on social media about six months ago, and started dating just two months after that. Our earliest conversations online had consisted of occasionally discussing our shared interest in pretty embarrassing hobbies — playing Minecraft, journaling, and watching rom-coms to name a few — but those occasional conversations evolved into staying up all night messaging each other, multiple-hour long Facetime calls, and eventually meeting at a restaurant for our first date.

Although it hadn’t been long since we started dating, Matt’s soul was one that I felt like I’ve known all my life. Never before had I felt more at home around another person than I did once I met him, and his presence in my life gave it a new level of stability that didn’t exist before. I had dated a guy in high school for almost two years, but the quality in the time spent with Matt versus him was incomparable. I was sure that Matt was the person that I was meant to be with, and everyday he did something new to prove that to be true without even trying.

Another thing that I loved so much about Matt was that, even after months of dating, he hasn’t once pushed me to have sex with him. In one of our early conversations, I had told him that my ex had always made me feel bad when I would turn down sex with him. While him and I did have sex a few times during our relationship, I had since come to terms with the fact that I really was just doing it to make him happy. Once Matt got over his immediate anger for me, he had sat me down and told me that he could wait forever, but that he won’t have sex with me unless I tell him I’m ready.

That was months ago, and still, he has kept his promise. While we have done plenty of other things in bed, he has always made it a point to stop everything before it gets to the point of sex. At first, I felt riddled with guilt because I felt like I should want to have sex with my boyfriend —especially one so kindhearted as Matt — but over time that guilt has fizzled out from Matt’s reassuring words and actions. He never ever put me in situations that he knew had the potential to make me uncomfortable, and wouldn’t allow me to feel bad about it either.

Lately, though, I had been feeling slightly different. While before, I would squirm at the thought of anything more happening once Matt’s hand would slip out of my panties, now I feel a slight tightening in my stomach at the idea of more. And before, I would feel a certain level of nervousness as I felt the weight of his member in my hand, where now there is a flutter in my core at the thought of that same part of him filling me up.

Never before in my life had I felt any of these feelings, and I didn’t quite know what to do with them. I was afraid of the abundance of dirty thoughts that flooded my own head constantly, and I realized that I was ready for more, but only with Matt. I had been contemplating on telling him this for the past week, but as I watched him walk back over to me on the couch in nothing but baggy grey sweats — the black ink of his tattoos hypnotizing me — my body reacted in such a way that let me know that tonight was the night.

“Here, I know you didn’t say you wanted anything but I grabbed you a water anyways. I haven’t seen you drink any yet today and you-” I cut Matt’s rambling off by climbing on top of his lap as soon as he was back on the couch; wrapping my arms around his neck and planting a deep kiss to his pink lips. He responded with a soft hum against my lips before wrapping his own arms around the small of my back. I opened my mouth slightly before pressing it against his again and moving them in a slow but passionate rhythm. Matt quickly followed suit, slipping his tongue through my parted lips before using it to explore my mouth. I fluttered my eyes open for a brief moment and caught a glimpse of Matt’s most beautiful features up close — lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, straight eyebrows — and released a satisfied sigh against his mouth.

I ran my hands through his soft brown hair, tugging slightly at the ends and eliciting a soft gasp from him as I felt my body flood with arousal. His hands travelled up and down my back, his firm yet somehow delicate touch a comfort that eased my nerves. From my place on his lap, I could feel a growing hardness against my ass. This wasn’t uncommon, obviously, but in the past I usually pretended to ignore it pressing against me. This time however, I rolled my hips up and down, feeling it slide against my aching core. “Baby.” Matt’s voice was barely above a whisper against my lips, but the combination of shock and arousal was still evident in its tone as he grabbed firmly onto my forearms to hold me still.

I detached my mouth from his while still keeping our faces just centimetres apart. His breath was rapid, but so was mine as we stayed like that for a moment; wild eyed and equally uncertain. Finally, I repeated my action by grinding my hips against his clothed shaft; this time watching as his eyes rolled back slightly in pleasure. “Y/n, what are you doing?” He mumbled, clearly wavering between making sure I was okay and wanting desperately for more. I continued grinding my hips against him, my mouth dropping open as I felt his shaft reach my nerves. “I want you Matt.” I whispered, and I watched as his eyes widened in shock; pupils dilated. “What do you mean?” He asked hesitantly, brushing his knuckles softly against my arms.

“I mean, I’m ready. Ready to have sex again.” I blurted out, feeling my face immediately flush in equal parts nervousness and arousal as I waited for him to respond. His face was unreadable as he clearly tried to gauge whether or not I was serious. That was confirmed once he finally spoke. “A-are you sure? I don’t want you to think just because I’m hard we have to do anything, baby.” I felt his dick twitch in between my legs as he spoke, and it shot electricity down my spine. “I know Matt, but I really am sure.” I responded, running my hands up and down his bare chest and leaving a trail of goosebumps in my path.

He continued to stare at me, his eyes travelling wildly across my face; clearly still in a state of uncertainty. I, on the other hand, was growing more and more frustrated by the moment as the heat continued to grow between my legs. “Give me your hand.” I stated, and he obliged; placing his much larger hand in my own. I guided his hand down to the waistband of my sweatpants, inside of the material, and finally slid it against my dripping wet core. Intaking a sharp breath from the contact, I watched his face as it immediately darkened once he felt my arousal coat his fingertips.

“See? I told you I’m ready,” I leaned forward slightly, bringing my lips to his exposed collarbone and kissing it wetly. “So please Matt, can you fuck me?” The room stayed silent for a beat, the only sounds being our ragged breathing, and I felt fear begin to trickle down my spine; worried that Matt might reject me. Just as I was about to retract everything I had just said, Matt’s hand snaked to the back of my head, guiding it up from his chest before crashing his lips onto mine.

I deepened the kiss immediately, feeling a mutual level of desperation like a surge of electricity between our lips that had never been there before. Matt’s hands began traveling all across my writhing body — taking his time on the curves of my ass — before planting firmly on my hips where he helped them grind against his rock hard member. Breathy, almost silent moans fell from both of our lips as our bodies slid against each other, and the deep-rooted sensation was taunting.

Matt’s hands slithered from my hips up to the bottom of my t-shirt, where he toyed with the material for a moment before detaching his lips from mine. “Can I take this off?” He asked, glazed eyes staring longingly into my own. I nodded, and without a moment’s hesitation my vision was blocked for a brief second by Matt peeling the fabric over my head and tossing it to the side. Once my vision returned, my view was of Matt’s hungry eyes glued to my bare chest.

Matt had seen my tits countless times before throughout our relationship, but at this moment it was like he was seeing them for the very first time. Mouth slightly parted, his breathing was ragged as he brought both hands to my chest and cupped my tits delicately between them; pushing them together slightly and brushing a thumb along each nipple. I hissed at the feeling, and that seemed to pull him from his trance, as his eyes immediately shot up to mine. “This okay baby?” He asked, and I nodded my head wildly.

A smirk toyed at the corners of his mouth before he attached it to my left nipple. I released short moans as he sucked and nibbled it gently, still pressing my core against his throbbing shaft. I felt myself falling deeper and deeper into a trance that I had never experienced before, and it was like my body and mind had completely separated as I mindlessly tugged desperately at the waistband of his sweats. Catching on to my gesture, Matt shifted slightly below me before using one of his hands to haphazardly pull his sweats down slightly; allowing his cock to spring up in between my legs.

I gasped at the sight before me, only now realizing its true size with it between my legs and feeling just a tinge of excited fear trying to figure out just how it was going to fit inside of me. Shaking the thought from my mind, I collected a pool of saliva in my mouth before spitting it in my hand and bringing it down to his shaft.

Running my thumb along his slit, I felt his whole body shudder below me from the contact. I began pumping my hand up and down his length; spending extra time twisting my wrist around his sensitive tip, and watched as his mouth went slack on my tits. “Mmm, keep doing it just like that baby.” He muttered against my plump skin, and I continued to work his cock in my hand while simultaneously grinding my core against its base. Just knowing that I was making him feel good was making me feel good, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head in pleasure.

After a few short moments, I felt Matt’s hands snake to the waist band of my own sweats. My eyes found his again, and I watched as they searched my face. “You’re sure you want this, Y/n?” He asked, his voice gentle but laced with a huskiness that could only be explained as pure desire. I nodded desperately once again, feeling so pathetic but not capable of giving a shit. “I’m sure baby, please.” My voice had a slight whine to it, making my frantic need even more evident.

Planting a soft kiss to my lips, he grabbed firmly onto my sweats and began peeling them off of my body. I lifted my hips up slightly to assist him in this, and once I dropped them back down, I hissed from the feeling of my bare core against his cock. “Matty, I need you right now.” I practically cried out, leaning my body forward and planting nibbles and kisses along his exposed neck. The suspense was torturous, my body only just now recognizing how badly it was craving his.

His hands cupped my ass, and he used his grip to lift me just a couple inches off of him. I felt him spread me open slightly before dragging a finger once again against my aching folds. “Mmm, so wet for me baby.” I released a breathy moan at the combination of his touch and words, and squirmed in his grasp. “I’ll help you get it in, but I want you on top. That way you can take it as slow as you need to, okay?” His voice softened as he spoke, and his hands massaged me gently causing me to physically relax. “O-okay.” I muttered, so turned on that I was willing to do just about anything he wanted me to.

Just then, he placed a soft kiss to my lips before I felt the very tip of his cock brush against my opening; causing me to gasp. “Shh, it’s okay baby. I’ll go slow.” He whispered in my ear, and I pressed my forehead into the crook of his neck in anticipation. Finally, I felt my walls begin to expand as he pressed the first few inches into me. Moaning at the sensation, I felt my whole body flush in immediate lust. As if they had a mind of their own, my hips subconsciously began lowering onto his shaft; taking more and more of him as I sunk down.

A moan fell from his lips as my walls enveloped him inch by inch, and I slowly lifted my head from his neck and straightened my body up to allow more of him to fill me up. Even though he was big and I hadn’t had a dick in me in a long time, my slick arousal allowed him to bottom out without causing me to feel any pain; only indescribable pleasure. Once every inch of him was in me, I stayed still for a moment looking down at him. His desire was plastered across every inch of his face, and it made him look impossibly beautiful. There was no fear in me in that moment, only want, and so I began riding him.

As soon as I propelled my body up and down his shaft just once, I felt a pit of arousal begin to grow in my stomach. Groaning in pleasure, I continued with my moments; holding onto his shoulders to keep my trembling body stable. “Mmm you feel so good baby.” Matt moaned out, his eyes never leaving my pinched face. After a while, my body adjusted completely to his size and I was able to increase my speed. As I slid my walls up and down his shaft, Matt gripped onto my ass with all his might, using his hands to help me maintain my speed.

Moans fell from my lips as his cock ruthlessly hit my g-spot, and I felt my lower stomach build in pressure. “Fuck.” I muttered under my breath, feeling my skin go flush from the heat of the moment. The room filled with the echo of our wet skin slapping against each other, adding to the erotic air around us. Prolonged strings of moans fell aimlessly from my lips, and as I came closer and closer to my impending climax I began struggling to maintain my movements.

Matt seemed to pick up on this, as he adjusted his hips and began pounding into me from below; his hands holding me in place where I just clung onto him for dear life. “F-fuck Matty, like that. S-so good.” I cried out, my voice choppy from his rapid movements. My brain melted into a pool of liquid as all I could think about was reaching my high that was just out of reach. “You’re taking me so good baby.” Matt groaned out as he continued driving his length into me, staring deeply into my eyes with a fogged over expression.

“I-I think I’m gonna — oh god, think I’m g-gonna cum Matt.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I dug my nails into his shoulder blades, struggling to give into this new overwhelming sensation bubbling up inside of me. At this, a guttural moan fell from his lips and he somehow increased the speed of his thrusts even more. “Want you to cum around me baby, please.” There was a desperate whine to his voice as he spoke through his shortness of breath, and it was enough for me to reach my climax. Legs shaking, I released a plethora of moans and curses as my body was hit with multiple waves of indescribable pleasure. “Good girl, feels so good honey.” Matt’s voice was soft in my ear, and it helped to bring me back to earth as my hurricane of an orgasm left my body in shambles.

I continued to bounce on Matt’s dick slowly as I attempted to regain what little composure I had before my orgasm stole it from me, but I quickly learned that all of my energy had been stripped away. My body was trembling uncontrollably, and my head was filled with a fog that made it difficult for me to stay upright. Matt caught on to this, as he planted his hands firmly on my hips, keeping me still, before reaching forward and kissing me deeply. “You tired, baby?” He asked gently, rubbing circles on my sensitive skin. Sheepishly, I nodded, and Matt didn’t hesitate before guiding me off of his lap and helping me lay down on the couch.

As soon as my head hit the soft material, I felt my body immediately begin to relax again. I watched from my place on the couch as Matt began to slowly crawl over to me, before leaning above me. “You did so good baby,” He brought his lips to my chest and began dropping soft kisses against my skin, “Now,” His mouth travelled from my chest down to my stomach, “I want you to just lay here and relax,” He continued to move his lips down my stomach to my hips, “Let me make you feel good, okay?” His face was now hovering above my swollen heat, and I couldn’t help but nod frantically, feeling a sudden need to have his mouth on me.

Matt situated his body so that he could lay down with his face still just above my core. He brought both of his hands to my folds and I flinched as he used his thumbs to spread them apart slightly; exposing my bundle of nerves to the air. My vision partially skewed by his hair flopping in front of his eyes, I watched in awe as he brought his mouth closer and closer to where I needed it the most; before immediately gasping in pleasure once I felt his warm tongue make contact with my clit.

Immediately, Matt got to work in swirling his tongue in expert circles on my overstimulated nerves. This sensation in combination with his rough beard against my inner thighs was so intense it was almost painful in the best way possible, and I was incapable of controlling the throaty moans that fell from my lips as I watched him devour me entirely. Matt then used his mouth to suck on my nerves, bringing forward yet another new sensation that drove me crazy. It felt so unbelievably good, my hands flew to his hair where I held firmly; doing everything in my power to keep him in place. “Oh yeah baby, please, just like that.” I struggled to get the words out through my constant gasps of pleasure, but it was clear that they didn’t fall on deaf ears as Matt moaned in pleasured acknowledgement against my heat and kept his rhythm and pressure the exact same.

Feeling another orgasm begin to bear its teeth in my stomach, it was like my hips grew a mind of their own because as soon as Matt brought his hands under my ass to lift me slightly up on the couch; I began grinding my heat against his eager mouth. “Fuck.” He moaned against my clit as he continued to greedily suck and lick my nerves. I squeezed my eyes shut as a whine escaped my lips from an approaching orgasm, the pleasure that his mouth was giving me was too much. “S-stop baby.” I said suddenly, to which he immediately detached his mouth from me and I watched as his eyes scanned my fucked out face. “What’s wrong? You want to stop?” He seemed so concerned, clearly worried that he had somehow crossed a boundary, and it caused my chest to flutter. “N-no. It’s just, I was gonna cum again.” He raised a quizzical eyebrow, clearly confused by how that might be a problem. “I…I want to cum with you.” I finally said, and watched as his facial expression changed from one of concern back to one filled with lust.

He smiled quickly before dragging his body up my own, planting occasional kisses along my body on his way. Once he reached my head, he immediately began kissing me passionately, slipping his tongue through my parted lips and allowing me to taste myself on his mouth. Pulling away, I noticed my arousal laced throughout his beard, and that along with his pink swollen lips fresh off of my heat was enough to make my head spin. Just then, I felt him line his shaft up with my entrance, and immediately gasped out when he slid it in completely. Before moving at all, Matt took a moment to gaze down at my destroyed face before grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his waist. He then leaned forward and propped himself on his forearms on either side of my head; slipping a hand through my hair and grabbing onto it gently.

After noticing my body relax, he finally began thrusting into me. Starting off slow and deep, he gradually increased his speed until he was pounding his inches deep into me at a rapid pace. Already being close to cumming, I struggled to get a grip on my thoughts as the pleasure of the moment pulled me deeper and deeper into a world of euphoria. “You’re so tight sweetheart.” He muttered through his grunts, and I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head at his words. “F-feels so good Matty.” I managed to reply, tightening my legs around his waist as I tried everything I could to hold off my orgasm.

Matt’s hand snaked through my hair before he grabbed onto my cheek, brushing it gently with his thumb as he stared at me with a gaze so intense that it was almost intimidating. “I-I’m close Y/n.” He nearly whispered, and I felt his pace begin to slow slightly as he began to be overtaken by his own orgasm. My eyebrows knitted together as I felt my walls began to break. “M-me too.” I replied, wrapping my hands tightly around his biceps to keep me grounded. “Ah fuck, I’m cumming baby.” His erotic words were followed by a string of animalistic grunts as he drove his cock in and out of me — slow but hard — and it was like my body was waiting to hear those words as my second orgasm immediately ran through me like a freight train.

My breathy moans harmonized with his deep ones, and I felt my walls contract around his shaft; milking his dick as it painted them white. My legs were wrapped so tightly around his waist, he was barely able to move them as we both rode the waves of our intense pleasure. As my orgasm continued to tear through me, my back arched off of the couch and my body trembled. From above me, Matt watched me writhe in bliss as his movements completely stopped. As I finally began coming down from my high, I felt his hand brush through my hair affectionately, and watched as his face turned up in a smile before he placed a deep kiss to my lips.

He gently pulled his cock out of me, causing me to wince from the raw pain, before laying beside me on the couch and pulling me into him. Face to face, we stared lovingly at each other for a moment; my mind still spinning from how good he had made me feel, and in that moment I was worried that my heart might explode. His blissed expression told me that he was feeling the same, and his hand delicately rubbing the small of my back confirmed it. “Are you okay?” He finally asked, minor concern visible on his beautiful face. “I’m more than okay.” I answered honestly with a chuckle, causing him to laugh in relief as well. “I think I actually love sex.” I continued, causing him to really laugh this time before planting a kiss on my sweat-beaded forehead. “Well I think I actually love you.”

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[d1s1ntegrated]

I really like your headcannons! I’m curious on if you’d be willing to do some for sleepy Shigaraki?? Like maybe what he’d be like in the morning or just how he’d act in general while in desperate need for a nap lmao

yes yes omfg thank u so much for the ask!!!!!

sleepy shiggy hcs

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hes a night owl, so he stays up well into the break of dawn most nights. only once the sun starts to crest will he drag himself off his game and tumble into bed.

he gets really whiny when he's tired. you notice that if he stays up too late, he speaks a lot less and when he does, it's mostly mumbling.

drinks a LOT of monster/redbull to keep himself up all night

he likes to deny he's tired, but if you ask him to nap with you, he'll immediately stop what he's doing and lay down with you (he always falls asleep first)

doesn't really snore but talks in his sleep sometimes, usually saying things as if he's talking to an animal? he says "fetch", and "baby" a lot. (im so sorry for this one)

takes a lot to wake him. even with the loudest alarm setting, he'll sleep right through it.

extra clingy in the early morning. he'll keep grabbing at you if you try to get up, grumbling about "five more minutes" and "cuddles" :-:

always asks you to rub/scratch his back.

prefers being little spoon, because he feels safer that way.

sleeps in the weirdest fucking positions. one time you woke up to his feet in your face and his head hanging off the end of the bed.

blanket hogger for sure. he gets cold at night

has frequent nightmares and will wake up multiple times, only to see you sleeping there, and he'll move right in and lay on you to comfort himself.

before you, he had an anime body pillow, but you made him throw it out (he was only slightly mad).

has a secret stash of plushies under his bed of his favorite video game/anime/cartoon characters (your personal favorite is the bmo plushie) (you make him put it on the bed)

has minecraft pjs and actually loves them

however he rips his clothes off after about twenty minutes of laying down because he starts to "feel tangled".

when hes reaaaaally tired, he'll go silent and just make weird hand gestures at you. youve learned what each gesture means by now.

his sleepy voice is raspier, but also higher pitched. he also says some WEIRDO shit when hes tired.

definitely gets zoomies pre-bedtime

okay this is all i have for now!

hope this sparks joy <3 tysm for asking love

[lacystar]

been meaning to make this post for ages but something about cTommy choosing to love animals that either actively hurt him or just cannot love him back. in minecraft you can tame birds and dogs and cats and horses and lamas and what does cTommy choose? a spider that will jump him the moment the sun sets and a cow that doesn't know any better. do you think sam passes by his house with Fran and shakes his head when Tommy scolds shroud for trying to bite him? does he drag Fran away when her hackles raise despite agreeing with her? do you think ranboo ever silently thought how frustrating it was that Tommy couldn't have settled for a wolf or a cat that could teleport half the journey home when he tried to retrieve Henry from the vault with Tommy? do you think dream grumbled while trying to drag Henry to said vault with a lead and some wheat, muttering about what a waste of time this all was-- over a creature that wasn't of any worth alive? do you think all of those people who tried to destroy Tommy's house over and over got so close to killing shroud just because he was in the way and was a pest by design?

do you ever think Tommy ever felt like he wasn't of any worth alive? do you ever think Tommy ever felt like he was a pest by design?

[onlinesuzie]

♡ more than just playing minecraft with hamzah ♡

words: 3k

genre: fluff

summary: You and Hamzah had been playing Minecraft together for a while but when you finally video call you start to realise that the flirty conversations could lead to something more.

notes: i love this idea so much, and wanted to write about a nervous little gamer hamzah for a while!!

☆

The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm glow over your room as you settled into your gaming chair, the familiar setup glowing softly in front of you. The headphones fit snugly over your ears, and the familiar “ping” of a message from Hamzah brought a smile to your face.

hamzahthefantastic: are you ready to play?

You chuckled, fingers dancing over the keyboard as you replied.

You: i always am!!

You had met Hamzah months ago on a random Minecraft server, and what started as a simple gaming night to distract yourself had now turned into a close friendship. Countless hours had been spent building, exploring, and mining on your own little SMP. Hamzah had a way of making even all the boring stuff so entertaining, his humor and stupid way of describing the game had meant that you had been playing every night.

The best times with Hamzah were the late-night talks when the rest of the world was asleep, and the game was forgotten. Hamzah opened up about his life, his goals for his channel, and his struggles in a way that felt so genuine. You found yourself looking forward to these conversations more than anything else, your heart racing whenever Hamzah’s name lit up your screen.

Recently, though, something had shifted. It was subtle, but undeniable. The easy conversation had begun to carry a weight of something more. You had caught yourself thinking about Hamzah more often, wondering what he looked like, imagining the expression behind the voice you had come to know so well.

As you were about to load the game, another message from Hamzah popped up, catching you off guard.

hamzahthefantastic: okay so i’ve got an idea, its okay if you don’t want to do it

You: oh no, should i be worried

hamzahthefantastic: no no! how about we like call tonight but with our cameras on?

hamzahthefantastic: i don’t know like we’ve been talking for so long, i feel like we should finally see each other

Your heart skipped a beat. You had thought about suggesting it yourself more than once, but nerves always got the better of you. Now, with Hamzah being the one to bring it up, the nervous feeling you’d been suppressing came rushing back.

You: i’d love to hamzah!!

hamzahthefantastic: thank god, i’m just curious to put a face to the voice, you know

The idea of finally seeing Hamzah’s face both excited and terrified you. What if he didn’t like what he saw? What if this changed things between you?

You hesitated for a moment, then pushed the doubts aside. You can’t back down now.

You: when do you want to

hamzahthefantastic: i’ll call you in a few

With the Minecraft world loaded and ready in the background, you couldn’t help the nervous energy buzzing through you as you prepared for the call. Your mind raced with what-ifs and half-formed thoughts.

Shaking off the doubts, you took a deep breath as your computer began playing the familiar tune of the incoming call appearing on your monitor. The screen flickered as it connected, and then there he was—Hamzah, the voice you had known so well, now accompanied by a face.

The first thing you noticed was his hair—thick, brown, and curly, disheveled around his face somehow so perfectly. His skin was a warm olive tone, and as he smiled shyly at the camera, your heart pounded in his chest. Those brown eyes, so full of life and warmth, met yours, and for a moment, you forgot how to speak.

“Hey,” Hamzah greeted, his voice slightly softer than usual, a hint of nervousness creeping in.

“Hey,” you replied, trying to keep your own voice steady. “So.. this is what you look like.”

Hamzah laughed, the sound making your stomach flutter. “Yeah, this is me. You’re not too disappointed, are you?”

Your mouth went dry as you took him in, from his muscular build visible even through the screen to the way his teeth gleamed when he smiled. He was more than you had imagined—so much more.

“No No! Not at all,” you managed to say, your voice betraying just a hint of the awe you felt. “You’re… definitely not what I expected.”

“Good or bad?” Hamzah asked, tilting his head slightly, a teasing smile on his lips.

“Definitely good,” you replied, your cheeks heating up. “Way better than good, actually.”

Hamzah’s confident exterior seemed to waver at the compliment, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He looked away from the camera for a moment, clearly flustered. “Thanks,” he mumbled, clearly embarrassed but trying to brush it off with a laugh. “I mean I could say the same about you, you are so...beautiful, is that weird to say?”

You smiled, feeling a warm glow across your face. You’d been curious about what Hamzah looked like, but now that you knew, it felt like you could never go back to just calling. The face on the screen wasn’t just a voice or a friend—he was someone you could see yourself really falling for.

And as the conversation flowed from that moment on, just as it always did, you couldn’t help but wonder if Hamzah was feeling the same way.

The first call with Hamzah had gone even better than you could have imagined. The initial nerves had quickly went away, replaced by the familiar conversation that you both had already perfected over countless hours of gaming. But now, there was something different—an extra layer of connection that made every smile, every laugh, every glance feel more meaningful.

After that call, it became a regular part of your routine. You still played Minecraft together, but now you did so while seeing each other’s faces. The game became a backdrop to your conversations, a way to stay connected while exploring topics far beyond the blocky world on your screens.

Hamzah was now more than just someone you played Minecraft with—he was becoming someone you could confide in. He had this way of asking questions that made you open up, sharing pieces of yourself that you hadn’t shown to many people. And he did the same, revealing parts of his life that you hadn’t known before.

You’d talk about everything—your families, your lives, your favorites of anything. But there were also the quieter moments, the ones where neither of you felt the need to fill the silence. Those moments spoke louder than words ever could, and in them, you felt a growing relationship that made you feel warm all over.

One evening, as the two of you wandered through your Minecraft world, Hamzah leaned closer to the camera, his brown eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Okay, so hear me out,” he began, “I’ve been thinking about building this massive castle. Like, with those secret rooms, underground tunnels, the whole thing. What do you think?”

You smiled at his enthusiasm, watching as his curls bounced slightly with each gesture. “That sounds amazing,” you said, feeling your heart flutter at how passionate he was. “But only if we make it an actual project. I want it to be cute so please no ugly dirt towers.”

Hamzah grinned, his lips looking so soft, something that you hadn’t noticed before. “Ugh fine. It’s going to be so cool.”

As you started planning the castle, discussing everything from the type of stone to use to where the hidden passages would lead, you couldn’t help but be distracted by him. The way his eyes lit up when he was excited, the sound of his laughter when you teased him about his ambitious plans—it all made you feel an excitement that had nothing to do with the game and everything to do with him.

The more time you spent on these calls, the harder it became to ignore the way you felt about Hamzah. He was kind, funny, and ridiculously attractive without even trying. And every time he smiled at you through the screen, you found yourself falling a little more.

You hadn’t told him how you felt—partly out of fear, partly because you were content with the way things were. But deep down, you couldn’t help but wonder if Hamzah might feel the same way.

Then it was that Friday.

It was the evening, and you and Hamzah had just finished a particularly intense gaming night. Your characters were resting in a makeshift spruce house, and you both were still catching your breath from a surprise mob ambush that had left you laughing and shouting at the screen.

“That was insane,” Hamzah said, his grin wide and infectious. “I thought we were done for when those creepers showed up.”

“Honestly, same,” you laughed, leaning back in your chair. “But we made it through, thanks to me and you I guess.”

Hamzah shrugged, trying to play it cool, but you could tell he was pleased with the compliment. “Thank you thank you”

“Right,” you agreed, feeling that familiar comfort spread through you.

Just then, there was a noise on Hamzah’s end— voices you didn’t recognize, speaking in the background. Hamzah glanced off-screen, his expression shifting from relaxed to slightly annoyed.

“Hang on,” he said, raising a finger as if to pause the conversation. “Martin and Mandy are here. Let me just…” He trailed off as he turned away from the camera, clearly intending to mute his mic, but the sound of his voice continued to come through.

You heard the voice again, now more clearly. “Girl, are you still on with her?”

“Yeah, just finishing up,” Hamzah replied, his tone casual.

“You’re so lucky, man,” Mandy said, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. “She’s beautiful, like seriously. How did you even pull this off?”

You froze, your heart pounding as you realized what you were hearing. Hamzah had forgotten to mute himself, and now you were hearing a conversation you were never meant to hear.

Hamzah let out a soft, almost embarrassed laugh. “I know, right? I can’t believe it either. I’m really lucky. She’s just… incredible.”

Your face felt hot, your thoughts a whirlwind. Hamzah thought you were beautiful? And incredible? You could hardly believe what you were hearing. Part of you wanted to jump in and let him know that you could hear every word, but another part of you didn’t want to break the moment. It was as if everything you’d been wondering about, all the doubts and questions, had just been answered in one accidental confession.

Martin’s voice cut through your thoughts. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

Hamzah sighed, a mix of frustration and uncertainty in the sound. “I don’t know, man. I want to say something, but I don’t want to mess it up. What if she doesn’t feel the same?”

You swallowed hard, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his voice. Hamzah wasn’t just your friend—he was someone who cared about you, who was scared of losing what you had. And in that moment, you knew that whatever happened next, you didn’t want to lose him either.

Before you could decide whether to speak up, Hamzah’s attention snapped back to the camera. “Martin, get out of here, you too Mandy” he said, this time making sure to mute the call as he dealt with his friends.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you watched Hamzah return to the screen, his expression back to its usual playful self.

“Sorry about that,” he said, shaking his head. “They’re always showing up at the worst times.”

You smiled, the warmth in your chest now mixed with a newfound confidence. You knew now, without a doubt, that Hamzah saw you as more than just a friend. And even though he didn’t know you had overheard, you felt closer to him than ever.

But instead of revealing what you’d heard, you decided to let things unfold naturally. There was no rush—you had time, and you wanted to savor every moment of this friendship, letting it grow at its own pace.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, your voice soft but steady. “I’m just glad we survived that though.”

Hamzah grinned, clearly relieved that you hadn’t seemed to notice anything unusual. “Same here. So, what’s next? More building, or are we calling it a night?”

You leaned forward, your heart still racing but your mind clear. “Let’s keep going. I think our castle could use a little more work.”

The castle was finally taking shape, with its towering walls and hidden rooms, all meticulously planned and built. You and Hamzah had spent hours perfecting every detail, and now, as the virtual sun began to set over your Minecraft world, you both stepped back to admire your work.

“Look at that,” Hamzah said, his voice filled with pride. “We actually did it.”

“Yeah, we did,” you agreed, smiling at the screen. “It’s perfect.”

For a moment, the two of you just sat there, quietly appreciating what you’d created together. But as the virtual day faded to night, so did your energy. You stifled a yawn, the late hour finally catching up to you.

“Hey,” you said softly, “I think I’m going to log off for the night. It’s getting pretty late.”

Hamzah hesitated, and you noticed the slight shift in his expression—a reluctance, as if he wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye yet. “Yeah, me too,” he finally said, though his voice lacked its usual enthusiasm. “But… do you think we could still stay on the call for a bit? You know, just talk?”

His request took you by surprise, though it wasn’t completely unexpected. Over the past few days, you’d grown accustomed to your late-night conversations, the ones that stretched long after the game had ended. There was something comforting about those quiet moments when it was just the two of you, the world around you fading into the background.

But tonight, you were exhausted, and the idea of lying in bed while still on call was tempting. You bit your lip, considering how to phrase your response.

“I’d love to,” you said gently, “but I’m getting ready for bed, so I’ll have to turn off my camera. Is that okay?”

There was a brief pause on Hamzah’s end, and when he spoke again, his voice was softer, tinged with something you couldn’t quite place. “Yeah, that’s okay. I just… I’ll miss your face, that’s all.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, the unexpected vulnerability catching you off guard. Hamzah rarely let his guard down like this, and it was clear that he was nervous about admitting how he felt.

“Hamzah,” you said, smiling even though he couldn’t see you, “I’ll miss seeing you too. But I’m still here, even if you can’t see me.”

There was a soft, almost shy chuckle from his end. “I know, I know. It’s just… different, you know? Seeing you there, it just… makes me you know… happy.”

His words made your heart swell, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection for him. “You make me happy too,” you replied, your voice warm and sincere.

Another pause, and then Hamzah spoke again, his tone a mix of relief and embarrassment. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make it weird. I just… I really like talking to you.”

“You didn’t make it weird,” you assured him, your heart aching at how sweet and genuine he was. “I like talking to you too. That’s why I’m still here.”

There was a moment of silence, but it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. Instead, it was filled with understanding.

Finally, Hamzah let out a deep breath, as if he’d been holding it in. “Okay, well… I’ll let you get ready for bed. But don’t log off just yet, okay? I want to hear your voice a little longer.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. “I’m not going anywhere,” you promised.

With that, you turned off your camera and set your phone down, the screen now dark but still connected to Hamzah. You moved about your room, getting ready for bed while Hamzah kept talking, his voice a comforting presence in the background. He told you about his day, about something funny that had happened with Martin, and about a new game he thought you might like.

As you climbed into bed, you found yourself listening more to the sound of his voice than to the actual words. There was something soothing about it, something that made you feel safe and content. You closed your eyes, imagining his face even though you couldn’t see it.

“Hey,” Hamzah said after a while, his voice quieter now. “You still there?”

“Yeah,” you murmured, already feeling yourself drifting off. “I’m here.”

He chuckled softly. “You sound tired. Maybe I should let you sleep.”

“Maybe,” you agreed, though you didn’t really want to end the call. “But I don’t mind. I like listening to you.”

There was a pause, and then Hamzah spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. “I like listening to you too. I could do this every night.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart flutter, and you smiled, even though he couldn’t see it. “Maybe we will,” you whispered back.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “Maybe we will.”

And with that, you let the comforting sound of Hamzah’s voice carry you into sleep, knowing that when you woke up, he’d still be there—maybe not physically, but in the connection you shared, one that was growing stronger with every conversation.

As your breathing evened out, Hamzah listened to the silence on the other end of the call, a small smile playing on his lips. He didn’t say anything else, not wanting to wake you. Instead, he just stayed on the line for a little while longer, content to know that you were there, even if you weren’t awake to hear him.

And as he finally hung up the call, he couldn’t help but feel that something special was beginning to take shape, something that went beyond the game, beyond the screen—something lovely with Hamzah.

[pianokantzart]

IDK about you guys, but when I think "Minecraft Movie" this is the kind of imagery that comes to my head:

Like... "The Black Cauldron" vibes, but about a quiet struggle against a beautiful, but unforgiving world in a quest to unlock a buried secret. A world that's breathtakingly gorgeous one second, and then utterly terrifying the next. The kind of world where you want nothing more than to chase the horizon, but have to barricade your door when the sun goes down. I don't know, now I'm experiencing ennui about what the movie could have been.

(links to the above artworks):

[illumalux]

Life Series Victors as Tarot Cards

A presentation on why we’ve got it all wrong when it comes to grouping life series victors.

This post will continue on with the implication that ZombieCleo is a Victor, simply because she is. She won real life, therefore she's a victor. Argue with the wall.

Now, I see your celestial trio of the first three winners. This should never change. This feels the most apt, it centers perfectly, and each of the things it represents are present in multiple different categories. Obviously in space, as everyone has adapted to, but also in a Minecraft world, and what I see as more important: in a tarot deck.

Think about it this way.

The Watchers, in whatever form you think they (or we) take, are collecting these Victors. Each one means a different thing, survived a different landscape. While I understand the celestial motif of the first three Victors, and how it fits into their characters, I would argue that many others are far too grounded for that.

It’s a collection, remember? What is better for assembling a set than a deck of cards? Especially ones that meddle in Fate, something the Watchers seem to adore.

So here are the cards each Victor represents, with card meaning and my defense as well. This will go in chronological order of the seasons.

Before I continue, I just want to give a disclaimer. Every tarot deck has a slightly different explanation for what each card means. The definitions I use are a mix of three of my decks and the official Rider-Waite-Smith deck's explanation, so if there are inconsistencies with what your deck says or what you know, please don't come for me.

Grian, Third Life:

XIX. The Sun

Beyond the obvious desert motifs (a whole extra post in and of itself), the Sun is representative of not only Grian's gameplay, but also how the Watchers (those collecting this deck) feel about him. Grian is one of them, so he naturally starts out in their good graces, with a greater level of respect.

Rider-Waite-Smith defines the card as one of success. Of course the Watchers will gloat when their baby wins. Even if he wasn't meant to, it did inevitably mean that throughout his game, Grian was inarguably one of the largest sources of negative emotions, second only to the Red Army. Again. Extra post on its own. When he won, it saved anyone the satisfaction that might negate their negativity, alongside the delicious outpouring of grief that was the final duel of Third Life.

Reversed, the Sun is a card of depression. As I just touched on, one of the most defining moments of Grian's game was his final victory. When the ending came down to himself or his greatest ally, he went about it in the way that caused probably the most pain to both parties involved. It pushed him to the very brink, ending in him defining his own ending just moments after winning.

Scott, Last Life:

XVII. The Star

Even ignoring the starborne origins and headcanons, as well as the crown of stars included in his skin (Void below, these posts write themselves) this one looks like a super simple explanation, but actually requires me pointing out something that may not be obvious to some Watchers: Scott, in every game and Iteration has made it a point to rebel against the rules in whatever way he can. I could go into full detail, but thats a lot of words and I don't need anyoen to get bored. (Void, this series and side tangents that require other posts)

In third life, a game about death and destruction, and the originator of factions, Scott took a very different route: he got married and built a house in a flower field. When grief finally found him, he refused to give the Watchers any satisfaction, literally crystalizing his grief into a part of his character design (and one that would remain for two to three more seasons, depending on your thoughts on the coral pieces). In Last Life, he is the singular person in all five seasons (technically two, but shhh this is more dramatic) to withstand the Boogeyman curse, something the Watchers installed purposefully to make people kill allies. Double Life, obviously, as Scott rejecting the soulmate the Watchers gave him. Limited life, in which kills gave more time, Scott did not die a single time without giving life freely, either to an ally or a temporary ally.

That got long. Anyways. Scott's game has always been one of hope, spreading positivity and refusing to be pushed around by the Watchers. And that's exactly what the Star means. Upright, this is a card about hope and perseverence, pushing through challenges, which is exactly what Scott does. He refuses to let the Watchers' actions upset him and continues to play the game for his friends and for the future and nothing else.

Even reversed it still fits. Reversed, the Star means loss or abandonment. I've already used up too much time on Scott here, so I'll let you pick your favorite instance of that.

Pearl, Double Life:

XVIII. The Moon

This one is far and away the easiest. Like the previous two Victors, Pearl's story connected her with her symbol even before she won. But blood moons and wolf packs aside (as that's a whole different post for a whole different day) when you take a look at the definitions provided, it becomes even clearer.

The Moon is a card of transformation and change, as well as revealing one's inner self. Rider-Waite-Smith attributes hidden enemies, darkness, and terror with The Moon. While I'll happily analyze every single one of Pearl's actions as the Scarlet Pearl, I think this one is plenty self explanatory. After her rejection early on in the game, she immediately isolates herself and latches onto the night motifs, leaning in to what everyone expects her to be.

The reversed meanings also explain Pearl's arc in Double Life perfectly: confusion, mixed messages, and disbelief. This perfectly encapsulates Pearl's feelings at the very beginning of the game via her rejection by Scott and subsequent abandonment by Martyn in an attempt to get back into Cleo's good graces. Her instinctual reaction is one of shock, not understanding why Scott would choose to pick a soulmate when she was right in front of him.

Martyn, Limited Life:

XVI. The Tower

One of my favorite cards, the Tower is instantly recognizable. While most of my analyses aren't about how the card looks, I feel like it's important to share this time around. The most common image consists of a tower and one or both of two elements: lightning, and people falling. As a card, it represents sudden change, destruction, and chaos.

If anyone here is not yet convinced that I'm correct, please go rewatch Martyn's last LimLife episode, then come back and argue.

You're back? Great. We agree? No? Fine, I'll explain.

This fixates mainly on his winning game, but I'll touch on the rest of his games as well. LimLife ended with a huge betrayal on Martyn's part, one characterized by being so insanely sudden. (Of course it's the Watchers meddling. But the Tower isn't always about your own choices being your downfall.) He quite literally snapped as if hit by lightning (see description of the card), and this spells the beginning of the end for him.

Similarly, in all of his other games, Martyn finds himself with one pivotal moment that spells his downfall. The Red King, Betrayal at the Southlands (and honestly his worst move in DL was abandoning Pearl to try and beg for Cleo's forgiveness).

Funny enough, the reversed meaning of this card is almost a perfect match. I don't think this needs too much more explaining.

Scar, Secret Life:

X. The Wheel of Fortune

I adore Scar in these games. Every single season seems absolutely plagued by chaos. The worst season, obviously, was the one in which he gained his crown. Poor guy was just trying to make friends, and it seemed like every new secret was the exact opposite of what he wanted.

The Wheel is just what it sounds like: it's the card of luck, destiny, and fate. I won't add a new paragraph for the reversed meaning here either, as it means the exact same thing as upright, but with negative connotations in the form of bad luck and misfortune.

Scar is plagued by the whims of luck left and right. It seems like, more than any other player, Scar is unable (whether by others, fate, Watchers, what have you) to take full control of his own story and take actions that he wants to take, instead limited to where the current takes him.

But in the end, that chaos is what gives him his win. The lack of alliances and freedom that the game forced on him was what eventually lead him to be unmoored and able to volley his pain wherever he wanted, leading to a mostly painless win.

Cleo, Real Life:

XIII. Death

A little on the nose, I know, but which of these choices aren't? For a series entirely based on improv, there are a stupid amount of coincidences present.

Now, I know this is far and away the shortest series, so I'm going to analyse Cleo as a player across all of her seasons, not just her winning game. Sorry Real Life. You should have been longer.

While the meaning of the Death card may seem obvious, it's twofold in actuality. In some historical decks, even, the card is instead named Rebirth. I know how ironic that is that the zombie is the one who stands for death and rebirth, but again. Blame the stupid narrative, not the poor me trying to make sense of it.

In what my lovely mutual Honor called "phoenix behavior", I'm going to focus specifically on her deaths and rebirths, specifically BigB's betrayal in LastLife. Cleo takes her death hard, as anyone might. But her rebirth comes with change. The minute she respawns, it's with a different understanding of the world around her. She immediately embraces the change that has been given to her, burning down the Fairy Fort and ditching her alliance for a new one.

The reverse captures Cleo as a character over her seasons better than anyone on this list. While the upright meaning of the card is change, reversed it signifies stagnancy, obsession, and immobility. This can be seen almost perfectly with her thoughts on alliances. Scott remains forever in her good books, even over the course fo multiple seasons, simply because he has never wronged her. Even when they aren't direct allies,she still cooperates with him whenever, simply because she retains her previous feelings about him. The same can be said for BigB, but in the opposite direction. From the moment of the betrayal onwards, she refuses to trust him, going so far as to warn Pearl away from allying with him in LimLife.

Bonus: Jimmy Solidarity, the Canary

XII. The Hanged Man

But Moon! you shout, throwing your complimentary bucket of popcorn at me. Jimmy isn't a Victor! He's the exact opposite!

Yep.

That's why he's so soggy and why he goes on this list. You wanna argue that he doesn't have the same lore impact as a Victor? Too bad. Can't hear you. Jimmy gets his own card.

Initially, I was kinda sad that I already used the Tower, because that's the portent of doom and gloom or whatever, perfect for a canary. But then I spied an even better, even more Jimmy card.

The Hanged Man is the card of sacrifice. While I could go on a whole rant about the Fool's journey and how it is represented in the Life Series, that is Extra Tumblr Post Number IDK Anymore. Instead, today I'm going to stick to the basics. To specify sacrifice, the card doesn't just mean giving up. It signifies self sacrifice specifically. And what is Jimmy if not a semi-willing first sacrifice to get the chaos rolling?

How many times has he gone out to stop his friends from being the one who has to herald the change? The canary knows that he will sing the final notes, but so long as he can ensure the miners don't have to, he will descend once more.

Conclusion:

Now. Did I spend more time on this post than I ever did on an English Lit essay? Maybe. But as much as I love the space motifs this fandom has, I fundamentally disagree when we get to the latter winners. Come on, guys. Tarot decks are right here.

If I missed anything, or I misrepresented a player's game, please tell me. I can't be everywhere at once, and I'm always happy to learn more about some of the players I don't watch as regularly.

Anyways, this was way more fun to write than I expected. If anyone wants to see me give cards to the rest of the players who have yet to win, or an analysis of anything a mentioned in my tangents, please let me know.

Special thanks to @honorsongs who kept me company through this whole process and gave me many a suggestion when I lost my train of thought.

[vmpiires]

﹆₊見学‧₊˚ FIELD TRIP, AIKU OLIVER

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ taking a road trip with your boyfriend..but that’s not all. wc, 1.27K. dark mode recommended

␥ note. after two months of doing absolutely nothing besides playing minecraft and genshin impact, i got into blue lock and finished the entire thing in a week (this was in june) but i'm kinda back because this entire time i been thinking about writing..and today, i specifically wanted to write for oliver (i'm scared i never wrote for him). but my choso era never ends so they both my man now. ANYWAYYY WE ARE SO BACK. reblog to support meee and enjoyyy (btw this is NOT proof read so i apologize if there are any errors…if not..well lmk how much you enjoyed this)

␥ tags. fingering, smut, female anatomy, female reader, smoking, etc. lmk if i missed anything

␥ misc. masterlist AO3

you and oliver had been driving for hours, the endless road stretching out before you. a slight shiver ran through your body as the cool air from the air conditioning caressed your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

the landscape outside the window was a blur of greens and browns, the trees and fields merging into a tapestry of nature's colors. occasionally, a small town would appear on the horizon, only to fade away as quickly as it came.

the car was filled with a comfortable silence, the only sounds being the hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of a snack bag. oliver's hands were steady on the wheel, his gaze focused yet relaxed. you glanced over at him, appreciating the calm determination in his eyes. the journey felt like a shared adventure, each mile bringing you closer to an unspoken destination.

as the sun began to set, the sky transformed into a canvas of oranges, pinks, and purples. the air outside grew cooler, and you pulled a light blanket over your lap, feeling its warmth contrast with the chill from the air conditioning. the soft glow of the dashboard lights added a sense of tranquility to the moment, and you couldn't help but smile at the serenity of it all.

"do you wanna stop soon?" oliver's voice broke the silence, gentle and considerate.

"maybe at the next town," you replied, your voice equally soft. "it would be nice to stretch our legs and find a place to rest for the night."

he nodded, and you both settled back into the quiet rhythm of the drive, content in each other's company as the road continued to unfold before you.

after a while, the glow of distant lights signaled the approach of the next town. as you got closer, the small town's charm became evident with its quaint houses and a few scattered shops. the anticipation of a restful night ahead filled you with a sense of calm and satisfaction, making the long journey feel all the more worthwhile.

when you both arrived at a nearby hotel, oliver parked the car and gave you a mischievous look, his heterochromatic eyes twinkling with a playful challenge. “wanna go in or stay out here for the night?”

you gave oliver a confused look, eyebrows furrowing as you processed his question. anyone in their right mind would go in the hotel, you thought, especially after such a long drive. the idea of a warm bed and a proper shower was incredibly appealing. but he never mentioned stopping at any hotels until just now, and his sudden suggestion caught you off guard.

your confused expression gradually faded, replaced by a soft smile as you finally spoke up, “i guess we can stay in here.” the prospect of spending the night in the cozy confines of the car, wrapped in blankets and sharing whispered conversations, suddenly seemed like an interesting continuation of this sudden trip.

with that, you heard the engine's gentle hum cease, leaving a profound silence filling the car. you reclined the seat you were sitting in, feeling the soft leather against your back as you stretched out and propped your feet up against the dashboard, the cool surface a stark contrast to the warmth of the blanket draped over your legs.

beside you, oliver's window was rolled down, allowing the crisp night air to flow in. you watched as a grey cloud of smoke curled gracefully from his lips, swirling and dancing in the air before drifting out of the window with each exhale. the scent of tobacco mingled with the cool night breeze, creating a momentary haze that contrasted with the clarity of the starry sky above.

oliver’s hand drifted over to your thigh, his fingers grazing your skin with a featherlight touch. his thumb began to trace gentle circles just beneath the hem of your shorts, the warmth of his hand contrasting with the cool air seeping in through the open window.

the sensation sent a shiver up your spine, each caress igniting a trail of tingling warmth that spread through your body. his touch was both tender and deliberate, a silent communication that spoke volumes in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

it wasn’t long until you and oliver found yourselves in the backseat, a tangle of limbs and fervent whispers. his movements were slow and deliberate, each touch a calculated stroke that sent waves of desire coursing through you.

his hands explored the contours of your body, fingers tracing the delicate curves of your sides with an almost reverent tenderness. the roughness of his facial hair grazed your skin, each kiss a mix of gentle passion and raw intensity.

oliver's lips met yours with a fervent hunger, the intensity of his kisses leaving you breathless. he moved from your mouth to your neck, his kisses becoming rougher, more insistent. the coarse texture of his chin tickled your skin, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in its wake.

as he sucked and nibbled on the sensitive flesh of your neck, you felt a mixture of pain and pleasure, each mark he left a testament to his desire. the reddish-purple bruises blossomed under his touch, a map of his affection painted across your skin.

without hesitation, his hands slid beneath your pants, fingers deftly unbuttoning and unzipping them. with deliberate slowness, he began to peel the fabric away from your skin, the rough denim sliding down your legs.

the sensation of your underwear following suit, gliding down to join the discarded pants on the car floor, left you exposed and vulnerable. the cool air brushed against your newly bared skin, heightening your senses and amplifying the anticipation thrumming through your veins.

slowly, oliver inserted two fingers into your core, the deliberate pressure and gradual intrusion sending shivers of intense pleasure through your body. he began to pump them in and out with a rhythmic precision, each movement igniting a cascade of sensations that left you breathless.

the warmth of his fingers contrasted with the cool night air, heightening the electric connection between you. with every thrust, waves of ecstasy coursed through you, eliciting uncontrollable moans that filled the intimate space of the car. you writhed beneath him, your body arching and trembling, fully surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure he was orchestrating.

instinctively, your nails dig into oliver’s shoulder, leaving crescent-shaped imprints on his skin as you throw your head back against the car door. your legs remain spread obediently, trembling slightly, as oliver's ministrations send ripples of pleasure coursing through you.

each gasp and moan that escapes your lips only seems to spur him on, creating an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure that leaves you teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

as the rhythm of his movements intensified, you felt yourself reaching the precipice of release. the tension coiled within you like a spring, ready to snap at any moment. with a final, shuddering gasp, you were sent tumbling over the edge, waves of bliss crashing over you in a symphony of pure sensation.

your body trembled with the aftershocks of pleasure, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. oliver held you close, his fingers still inside you, offering a gentle pressure as your heartbeat gradually began to slow.

the intimacy of the moment enveloped you both, the cool night air mingling with the warmth of your shared passion. slowly, oliver removed his fingers, the sticky mess stretching from your core to the tips of his fingers and around his digits.

“maybe we should’ve went in the hotel, yeah?”

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[deliciousobservationbird]

I love the way Minecraft PvPers move. I like to imagine Manepear's crouching on walls and slow pacing as being with a catlike grace. He wears the pelt of the lion he killed and skinned and, just like in Lifesteal, sometimes when you kill things you absorb them. He prowls with a catlike grace, his teeth are a touch too long and too sharp, and (if you could see them) his pupils look almost slitted when he's gazing out on the hunt. He's strong and, despite his height and despite his broad frame, he can move deceptively quickly. From 0-180mph in a second, patiently lying in waiting until the right second to strike, batting his prey around without a second thought towards mercy.

FlameFrags is taller and leaner but no-less deadly. He dances around like sparks in the air, jumping backwards to avoid axe and sword hits and his feet barely touch the ground before he's off again in a different direction. He moves with the wind, never buffeted by it, and his enemies fear the blur of his outline out of the corner of their eyes. He burns steady, creeping up at a constant pace patiently consuming everything in front of him before they are stuck - suddenly feeling their surroundings set alight and seeing the golden glow of his eyes even through his blindfold. The sun's glare obscures their vision and appears to mock them and the sensation of his diamond sword radiating heat and light as it plunges into them is a sensation that lasts long after respawn.

[royalarchivist]

Roier: Jaiden, I'm gonna tell you a story. When Bobby and me built this cabin, it was like, 6 pm, and the sun was– I don't know this word. [The sun] was hiding.

Jaiden: Sunset?

Roier: Yeah, sunset, yes. And I was with Minecraft music, you know– [he hums a few notes] and he told me that always when I see the sun, the sunset, I remember Bobby, you know?

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Roier: I don't have tripitas, so...

Jaiden: He's everywhere. He's in your- in your heart, and-

Roier: Oh, also, we need to see the tree house. La casa del arbol.

Jaiden: Oh, yeah! He had so much.

Roier: Yes... We built a lot with Bobby. The tree house, la casa del arbol.

Jaiden: We told so many stories here.

Roier: Yes. [Sees the photos of himself, Jaiden, and Bobby at the rose field] Nooooooooo... Holy fck... No... Holy fck... no... Holy fck, Jaiden.

Jaiden: [Sighs]

Roier: [Also sighs] No sé qué decir ["I don't know what to say"]. Oh, we can go to the cabin, you know? To the last place. The cabin.

Jaiden: Let's go there.

Roier: Jaiden, Jaiden. I'm gonna tell you a story. When Bobby and me built this cabin, it was like, 6 pm, and the sun was– I don't know this word. [The sun] was hiding.

Jaiden: Sunset?

Roier: Yeah, sunset, yes. And I was with Minecraft music, you know– [he hums a few notes] and he told me that always when I see the sun, the sunset, I remember Bobby, you know? I don't know.

Jaiden: Is it setting now? Soon?

Roier: No, I think it's morning.

Jaiden: [Laughs] Or is it just become day?

Roier: Yes, it's morning, morning. [He walks into the cabin and sees old paintings made by himself, Jaiden, and Bobby] Nooooo...

Jaiden: So many photos around here... It's so happy. We ate pizzas and painted... [She pauses to compose herself]

Roier: The original.

[ Roier lags out and has to relog ]

Jaiden: Oh, you're back?

Roier: Yes.

Jaiden: Look, it's the original painting!

Roier: Yes, I know, it's the original.

Jaiden: And look, we still had pizzas.

Roier: Oh sht, the pizza. We made them.

[walli3darl1ng]

Hello!! I really want to know how the welcome home crew would react to a enderman like reader

!But minus attacking when looked at!

Like I just imagine reader was just teleporting randomly but accidentally got lost while teleporting and somehow found the neighborhood and at the exact same time Frank and Julie were having a picnic then all the sudden they get jump scared by the reader so they make them the new neighbor.

I just want the reactions of the crew to a enderman like reader lol!

So I’m not an expert in Minecraft, I’ve watched other gamers and my brother play so I had to do research on this as well as look up human Endermans just to get a concept going.

If I’m gonna be honest with you I think this sucks🫠 but I did try my best^^

Julie and Frank were having their weekly picnic up a hit in the forest, where they would talk about their day, the week, any gossip they have. All in good spirits, of course.

“Did you hear home locking Wally up this morning?” Julie takes a bite of her cookie, enjoying the nice weather.

“What did he do this time?” Franks looks away from the butterfly that landed on him and turns to Julie.

“Ever since he ran around with that toy car all over the neighborhood and almost ran me over!” Julie takes a deep breath of the warm spring air and slowly lets it out with a smile. “I hear he forgot his pin on the lock for his gel barrel and he’s losing it.”

Frank was about to reply when they heard rustling behind a set of bushes. Curious they look at each other then back to the void of the forest.

Let’s say they were not prepared for what they saw next.

They see you, a really, really tall, black color skin, glowing purple eyes and long limbs. You walk out the tall trees and into the clearing holding a block of dirt that was surrounded by a purple glow. Looking away from the block you caught the wide eyes of the best friends.

There was silence for what seemed like hours but it was only a few seconds you look back down at the block and show it to them with a soft coo. And in a heartbeat they run down the hill, screaming with terror.

You tilt your head in confusion and drop the block of dirt that melted away to a pile as you slowly walk towards the picnic that your friends, that you don’t know the names of, left. And turning toward the direction of where they ran off to, you see a neighborhood.

Back at the neighborhood Barnaby is outside of Wally’s home. He just wants Wally to join him to get some sweets and meet up with Sally for her rehearsal. “Home, it’s just one afternoon.”

He gets creaks and bangs as a response and he can see their shutters rattle and close. Well, that’s a no. Barnaby then sees Wally peek from the window and wave at him, he’s clearly not helping but he sees that Wally’s hair is up in his hairstyle so Barnaby assumes he got the barrel open.

“Hey, Buddy! Care to help me out here?”

“Oh sure! Home will let me out if I promise not to lock the barrel.”

“Okay….and why don’t you?”

“And risk losing my gel!? No way.”

Barnaby rolls his eyes before a pair of screams interrupted them and the trio tune to see Frank and Julie run to them. “Gee, guys, what’s wrong? Why are you yelling?”

Frank falls to the ground face first and Julie hides behind Barnaby. “It was huge! Taller than anything I’ve ever seen! It could literally touch the sun.”

“What are you talking about?” Barnaby moves to the side and helps Frank up and bust him off. “What was huge?”

Wally makes it downstairs and home reluctantly lets him out. “Are you okay?”

“It was gonna eat us and turn us into dirt, we saw it!”

Confused and a little concerned Barnaby turns to Wally, who shrugs. They all hear a chip and then a huge shadow making them look up to meet your glowing eyes. You tilt your head again and hold the basket to Julie, who flinches but slowly takes the basket from your long, slim finger.

Now seeing that you’re just a tall sweetheart her mood changes drastically. “Awe, aren’t you cute!? I’m sorry I ran away.”

Your eyes squirt as if you’re smiling and she quickly runs to you and hugs your leg. You slowly crouch down and pat her head.

Frank was still a bit cautious about you, you’re really tall and huge! How can he not? He noticed that you have small white dots all over you and think it’s cute. They’re your freckles!

Barnaby was just confused. What are you? How did you get here and what do you need? But he can’t say he’s not fascinated by just how tall you are, not to mention you don’t look like anyone else he’s met, your hair looks like it’s flooding underwater, when you move your head it slowly follows you! He thinks that is so amazing.

Wally is so amazed right now. That little artist is about three feet tall, he can’t deny he’s short but him looking up at you really lets him know exactly how tall you are. You can stack three of him and you’ll be at eye level. He sees you still playing around with Julie, who’s using your finger as a place where she can hang from. He walks over to you and stares in awe.

You notice him and look down at him before slowly holding your hand out for him to climb on. It’s weird though, because of the color of your skin you look like you have no definition, no deft. Nonetheless, you bring him up to eye level and your glowing eyes lock with his sleepy ones.

You slowly blink and that’s what got him. His eyes dilated lounges forwarded to hug your cheek. “You’re mine now.”

“Hold it right there, Elvis! They're mine!”

The whole commotion caused Eddie, Howdy and Sally to come outside to see and well, a few emotions here.

Eddie was a bit frightened, I mean you’re a skyscraper! But he does find you absolutely harmless and adorable! You’re just sitting there holding Wally while letting him and Julie fight. You remind him of a starry sky with your body color and white freckles.

Howdy isn’t that much different from Eddie, maybe a bit more scared but then again he hasn’t met you. He’s a little more worried, what exactly do you eat? Can you eat? How long has it been since you did eat something? The big brother in him is getting concerned.

Sally was having the time of her life! She immediately adores you, like how a child would look at a big horse. With wonder and amazement. Is your hair soft? How do your eyes glow? Do they glow a different color? Or maybe they dim in the dark? She has a lot of questions and she needs answers.

“I saw them first.” Julie argues with a pout, now Sally standing next to her.

“Well, they blinked at me first. So ha!” Wally, from your shoulder, argues back, running his hand over your hair and watching the glow-y locks wrap around his hand and back away.

“Oh! Oh! Is their hair soft?!” Sally asks her questions as she jumps around.

“Very. Odd, really, it almost feels like when you graze the top of still water.”

“What’s your name?” Howdy calls out to you and you look at him and smile. You take your finger and write on the ground.

‘Y/n’

“Y/n?“

“So pretty!”

Eddie smiles at Sally and takes the apple from Howdy’s hand and holds it up to you. “Okay, Y/n, are you hungry? We can ask Poppy to bake you something later.”

Taking the apple with two fingers you bring it up and open your mouth, it opens wide and the inside glows purple as well, In one gulp it was gone.

“That was…” Julie and Sally spoke up then turned to each other in amazement. “Awesome!”

“Quick, quick! Give them another.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Howdy takes a hold of them with two of his arms while the third one on his waist and the forth pointing at them in a scolding manner. “You two are not gonna run my store dry..again!”

“No fun..”

“Okay, let’s talk about the main issue here.” Frank spoke up, noticing the sun going down. “Where are they gonna go? We can’t throw them in the forest.”

“And they obviously can’t stay inside with any of us. They're too tall.” Eddie adds.

Wally hums and snuggles back to you. “They can stay with me, they can be our new neighbor!”

“Stay with you? How?”

“They can sleep next to home.”

“They’re not a pet!” Frank argues. “How about we let Wally take care of them until tomorrow, we can figure something out.”

All agreed, even Julie but she protested on it a bit beforehand. Wally asks you to put him down then tells you to lay next to Home and snuggle up next to them. Tomorrow they will figure out how to keep you in the neighborhood.

Bonus:

Poppy hears a knock on the door and she opens it to find it empty. Was this a joke? She looks around and leans forward a bit to see if she can find anyone but nothing.

She was about to close the door when you peek your head from behind her barn and smile at her. Let’s just say she still is a bit scared of you. But still bakes you sweets whenever she can.

[syn4k]

Old habits die hard.

Pixlriffs knows this because as soon as fWhip explains what the little copper coin he holds up in one hand does, shining under the sweltering sun of a humid jungle, he feels a little shiver run down his back.

"No lore," says fWhip, hand holding the coin still raised, gaze sweeping the crowd. Pix doesn't know if he's being serious or not. "We're all just friends playing Minecraft here."

Someone snickers. Sausage says something under his breath that might be a swear and might be an apology. fWhip flips the coin with one elegant flick of the thumb and with that, they're all off.

Pix can't help it. The rule is broken in half by the time the sun sets.

"And anyways," Pix continues, turning to the chicken that stands next to him with huge, innocent eyes, "if fWhip was being serious about that rule then he shouldn't have made this the premise and invited me, of all people. Like, come on. He was there for that. He should have known this was coming."

The chicken does not respond. Pix does not expect it to. He's just being silly while talking to himself, anyways. Chickens can't talk, the night has arrived, and he has one hell of a hole to dig.

He'd made up his mind about fifteen minutes in that he wasn't going to add Mending to his tools, he wasn't going to let them dissolve into dust, and he was going to try his damn best to continue to honor death as best he could.

Pix had taken an oath back in Pixandria to respect the dead and honor their memory as best he could for as long as his life lasted, and given that he ended up being immortal, he figured it'd be stupid to not at least try to carry that over on a server where death had been twisted into such an odd form.

Old habits die hard, especially for an immortal.

Pixl keeps to himself and tells nobody of his plans. If they ask what the huge geometric monuments ringing the edge of his circular perimeter are for, he'll gladly tell them. There's rules and then there's rules. fWhip can say whatever he wants, but Pix had it drummed into him from a very early age that if you give up the right to respect the dead, you give up the right to respect for yourself.

Besides, Owen and Eloise did him one hell of a favor bailing him out as soon as they did. The least he can do in return is promise to respect them in the best way he knows how when they kick it.

The sun's rising now, bright gold above the steaming jungle canopy. Pix glances at it for a bit, eyes shaded, before hopping back down into the now gaping hole in the landscape to continue digging. Ever since he was revived, he's tasted copper.

Pix takes that as a sign.

[chevvy-yates]

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⚠️ READ: Please do not repost/reupload any of my art here or to any other platform, or I will be forced to do anything to get it annihilated.

lovely Summer props by @breezypunk. 🏝️

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First:

Brudi, I built a whole jungle beach and you almost see nothing of it when I took the pics lol. Anyhow I have my own private big jungle beach now bc I managed after a few fails to save it as a preset! Idk if I can edit it afterwards but I'll find out. It's funny bc while creating/building it didn't seem so big/huge/wide but when taking photos it's like the water is 150m away from their place they had set up the chairs lol. I just pretend it was falling tide, alright.

Here's a behind the scenes of it:

somehow I imagine V to do this all day in his net world. Like he has a program similar like Minecraft but more realistic where he constantly builds stuff like that but with a vaporwave-y touch ofc.

Now back to the pics: Yes, even my boys are sometimes just boys!

Also still. Yes! Ryder goes out into the sun. Yes, he's got more of a tan than Vijay and yes, Ryder likes this colorful pride floatie. And yes, Ryder has a good time. This is me trying to show more that Ry is not always the angry cool raver dude™ in all black. I still think he's interpreted a bit wrongly by most, like I know everyone sees a different Ryder than I do. With the right people aka closest friends around he is having a good time as he trained to ignore Beast away and as long as the mood is good, Ry feels good (ofc he keeps also playing fine a lot).

Also Vijay on the orca floatie is GOALS, okay!

PS.: It was not V who built that perfect sand castle — it was Ryder who refined it bc V's base was more like some piles of sand (he's more keen to built stuff like that in the net rather than in real life).

And the water is not blue because well … Night City is a fucking hell of a polluted city …

[shitpostingkats]

your yugioh discord server au my beloved.

dunno if this already came up, but i tottaly see everyone chatting regulary (esp jaden the spammer-tm), minus yusei. he just lurks and gives a reply every second year/when tagged. </3

Yusei is the lurker who nevertheless responds immediately when tagged. The guy will never hop in and voice his opinion, but the second you @ him he has replied the nanosecond you hit send. He is, however, the biggest organizer of server movie nights, voice chats, and meet-up when multiple members of them are in the same city. This au is set after his series ended, after all. He's already keeping up long distance friendships with Jack, Crow, Akiza, and the twins. He is hardcore about keeping on top of online friendships. Sometimes he'll just pop into the vc while he's working and leave it open while he tinkers.

In ascending order of activity, Yusaku probably chats the second least. This tempered though, by the fact that they are always online. 4am in the morning? Yusaku is there. Yusaku's actually more vocal in the discord than in real life, after years of growing up raised by message boards an forums. If everyone sees it's been like 25 hours since they logged off, someone will shoot a message to Kolter, or they'll just log into vrains and hunt him down like it's the most dangerous game (getting Yusaku to log off and go the fuck to sleep)

Yuya took a while to warm up the the GC, but every day gets more bold with just kicking down the doors of the chat and going off about something or another. Also he's in a minecraft server with all his brothers and the bracelet girls, so if he's online but not responding, it's probably because he's griefing Yuri's dirt house for the third time this week.

Yugi's really active in the chat, a fact that never fails to blow Yuma and Yuya's minds. He'll be at a global release sponsored by every important duel monsters company under the sun, and he'll send pictures of Kaiba caught mid sneeze with the caption 'LOL'. He will be on NATIONAL TV AND TEXTING THE GROUPCHAT. His memes are legendary.

No one knows how to quantify Yuma's activity, because there's like a 90% chance most of the messages he sends are him???? But then there's also the possibility that half his messages are Astral feeling chatty, and it's very hard to tell because both of them are equally likely to start a rousing discussion on the morals of dolphins at 3 in the morning. Yugi is the only one who can reliably tell them apart.

And OF COURSE, AT THE TOP OF THE LIST, IT'S YA BOI, YOUR SUPREME MEME KING: JADEN YUKI. *insert airhorn sound effect* Spammer galore. Constantly uploading selfies of him standing in front of some eldritch abomination, or standing on the surface of Jupiter, or some other such equally questionable use of his powers. Liveblogs his annoyance at being made to do demonic paperwork. Makes incomprehensible memes that no one can tell if he's dunking on his henchmen again, or just really, really good at shitposting. He has a channel in the discord just for him where, every day, he just sends a single digit number, and some of the yu-boys are going crazy trying to figure out if it's a code, or some secret eldritch coordinates, or a massive ARG style prank, or what.

Yusei eventually reveals it's how many tries Yubel took to get the days wordle.

[dailydivergent]

My Everyday Sensory Kit

I like to think I'm a pretty incognito neurodivergent person, though I'm definitely not trying to hide it.

I just think my neurodivergence isn't everything I bring to the table — but only when I take care of my neurodivergence first.

That's the Catch-22:

My neurodivergence is everything until it's taken care of.

So here's how I take care of my sensory sensitivities so that neurodivergence doesn't become my entire life.

1. Noise-Cancelling Headphones (Headgear)

At a whopping $250, my Sony WHMX4s are absolute life-savers.

I use my headgear turned off most of the time.

Yes, they double as headphones, but their primary use is keeping my sensory world calm even when the world around me is noisy and chaotic.

2. Water Bottle

My water bottle doubles as sensory gear, because it gives me something to hold onto.

Having a water bottle is acceptable is every circumstance, so my hands always have something to do.

When you’re fidgety like me, something to hold onto can be incredibly grounding.

3. My Meds!

I hope this one is obvious, but here’s what my meds help with:

mood swings

negativity bias

suicidal ideation

sleep regularity

setting routines

focus

They help a lot, to say the least.

4. Weed

I placed weed in a different category to make a point, but it technically falls under “my meds” for me, because it helps with everything I mentioned in meds.

5. Stim Toys

I keep toys on-hand pretty much 24/7.

Some would call it childish, but those people don’t understand the purpose:

Stim toys help me stop biting my nails, bouncing my legs, and looking anywhere but the person speaking.

6. Nintendo Switch

Speaking of toys, let’s talk about real toys: My Nintendo Switch.

My Switch is in my sensory kit because I use it to escape and calm down in stressful environments.

Even in the midst of a busy airport, if I have my headphones + Minecraft, I can be peaceful.

7. Hoodies

Hoodies keep my arms warm and shape boxy.

It’s hard to identify if I’m a girl or a boy in a large hoodie—which is exactly what I like.

They’re part of my sensory kit because hoods actually help my hearing sensitivity, and they double as great sun shields.

I'd love to know what's in your sensory kit!

[gatzbright]

[october] one year of togetherness.

@/dreamsecretclub: dteam Christmas won’t be happening unfortunately, thought I’d say before that way Christmas can still be great :) totally out of our control unfortunately, can’t wait for the future still :)) 2022 incoming ♥️♥️

Dream: I'm gonna expose George's feelings on his behalf ... He was just saying, he was like, 'I think I'm depressed', and we were like 'What do you mean?' and he was like, 'I don't know. I don't do anything, and no one's here, and I just wanna come to the US'. And Sapnap was like, 'Well, what if I came to the UK?' and George was like, 'You should'. And then Sapnap went and filed for his passport the next day.

Dream: Because George hasn't got his visa yet, Sapnap's going to the UK. Sapnap: Fine. I'll go. [Dream Team laughs] Dream: So, unfortunately, Sapnap's getting the first George hug. [George Laughs] Sapnap: I'm getting the first George hug.

Dream: I feel like if George isn't here by, like—I wanna be like, 'Well, next month'. I feel like if George isn't here by September, my like, mental health will take a dive. Massively. And that sounds like, fucked, but it's one-hundred percent true.

Dream: You will see the fact that George, um—George's reaction to seeing me ... We said when he got his visa he could FaceTime me, so, stuck to the plan. Not saying anymore because you have to wait for the meetup video.

Dream: You sure you don't want to wait to see me in person? George: I'm ready. I've got my camera set up—I'm all ready to go! Dream: I guess I just, I wasn't expecting this. I'm gonna go look in a mirror and make sure I don't look like trash. I'll be right back! George: [laughs] Okay ... Oh my god.

George: After years of waiting, I was finally going to America.

Sapnap: Dream? Dream: Yeah? Sapnap: Clay? Dream: Oh god. Sapnap: I brought him. He's here. You excited? Dream: I am ... very nervous. Sapnap: Nervous but excited. Dream: I'm nervous, but I'm excited! I'm doing excited hops. Sapnap: It's a big day—an exciting day! ... Take your time. This is big stuff. He's going to be living here forever.

@/GeorgeNotFound: Just met Dream!! :)

“This doesn’t even feel real,” George says in the video — a sentiment he reiterates to Variety when asked about how he felt in the moment. “The sun was directly behind him, and it was blinding me, and he had an aura about him.” 

George: It's so bright, I can't even see you. You're like a—you're like a god with the sun behind you!

George: I guess I gotta go get my bags in, and time to live in the Dream House. Dream: The Dream Team House!

@/GeorgeNotFound: why didnt you post the one where you actually kissed me?

dream @/dreamwastaken: just felt better leaving things up for larger interpretation

George: Look it's Dream, and Sapnap. It's all of us!

Dream: [softly to George] Rise and shine. We're home.

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