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xerith-42 · 4 months

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Some Slightly More Coherent Thoughts about Void Paradox

Riveting title, I know, but this is the quality content I'm sure... 50 of you signed up for? When the fuck...? How are there so many of you?? And in spite of that title, this post is still long as fuck

Anyways I finished Void Paradox and it sure made me feel a certain way. [Cut to footage of me literally screaming anytime Laurance showed emotion in the series]. Gotta say, as a long time Laurance fan, this is really nice to have. I've been going on my tirades about how Jess ruined Laurance for the sake of Aaron, and how Laurance never really bounced back from this character assassination, but I wasn't entirely right. He sort of bounced back?

Well, we got this. I still would have liked Laurance in Love-Love Paradise but I guess I'll take him in this series. And honestly, it's the best Laurance content I've gotten that isn't fan content since... well, since I first watched the show back in 2015 when I was a literal fetus. Every time after I've gone back and watched as Laurance got written poorly from honestly really early episodes sometimes (looking at you Episode 65), and had to deal with the unfortunate truth that he was essentially unimportant to the story Jess decided to tell with both her series, despite being the main character of one of them.

It's so refreshing to have quality Laurance content, and we got a variety of it in this show. He's so expressive, so alive, so emotional. I've always loved Laurance because surprise surprise, the men in my life weren't always the most emotionally vulnerable, so I latched onto fictional men who were as a coping mechanism! Yayyy! And Laurance has always been a very emotionally vulnerable character, at least in the beginning. It's part of the tragedy that is his character arc in Season 2. That Laurance is usually vulnerable, that he's the one who's always willing to talk about his emotions, but the calling is making it harder to open up, and the world has only become crueler to men like him who dare to feel too much.

Wow I just keep sliding into depressing content in this post, I'm trying to praise Laurance's writing in this series. Because it's good. I have my problems with Void Paradox as a whole, but as a showing for my favorite character in the entire Aphverse, a chance at redemption, it's fantastic. As I said Laurance is so expressive in this series, largely thanks to Sebastian Todd being an absolutely phenomenal voice actor who clearly knows and cares about this character. His performance is absolutely excellent and a great high note for this character to go off on.

I cannot emphasize how much I adore every little thing about Laurance's portrayal. The flirtiness, the smug bastard energy, the very sincere and open care, that one scene where he gets super embarrassed and then whimpers that I haven't listened to like eighteen times. The whole thing is great. His dynamic with this alternate version of Aphmau is so good, it's so great to see him bounce off of other characters. I just love it so much.

That scene where he realizes that he's in a similar scenario to the Nether and literally instantly jumps to "If it comes down to it, let me sacrifice myself," I SCREAMED AT THIS. The whole series whenever he angsts over his old world I scream, but that line really hit me. Fuck whatever you say about Laurmau in every universe, the universal truth of Laurmau, nay the universal truth of Laurance is this;

"I would sacrifice myself so you could live in every universe."

That's Laurance! That's Laurance with literally anyone you want!! This is the best characterization Laurance has ever gotten. It's consistent with his character, and I love the fact that Mod Aphmau doesn't even let him finish his consideration of self-sacrifice, she just shuts it down and it's a great contrast to what Laurance is used to. I adore how that's what he jumps to, I adore the fact that he's as clueless as I am about the lore this season, I love the rivals esque thing he's got going on with Jaiden, that was fun. Lotta potential there. This was just a good time. I cannot emphasize how delightful Laurance was in this series. How his delightful presence is the most enjoyable thing in the series, and a literal blessing unto us all.

Wasn't it nice to feel good about an Aphmau series for like.. two minutes. Anyways here's the part where I get a little salty with Jess, as per usual. I'm not going to go too in depth on my problems with Void Paradox as a story because it's mercifully short and a lot of my complaints did come from a standpoint of not knowing any of the lore of Mod Mod World which might have hindered my full ability to understand the larger story.

I can however get VERY salty about the fact that I didn't even know Void Paradox was a thing that had Laurance in it until 2024!! It came out in 2018! How did this happen? Well the answer is very simple, the cause is the bane of my very existence. My Street Season 6 When Angels Fall. [I am shaking with rage]

I know you've likely read how much I can tear into season 2 Episode 95, and oh my Irene can I tear into that episode, but there's a similar but differently visceral emotion When Angels Fall makes me feel. Let's call it a sort of divine rage. And now, I have one more reason to hate it. Because Void Paradox, a series with actual quality content, was released at the same time as whatever the fuck that was, meaning it never had a chance.

For a bit of personal context, I briefly became active in the Aphmau fanbase when this season came out and during the time leading up to it. I had seen every season of My Street, and despite not being the biggest fan of where Jess took the series, I liked a lot of the characters and was invested in where they would go from here. I was knee deep in the My Street trenches when the many many different bombs dropped. Melissa dying but then she didn't but maybe she did and I literally spent hours arguing with people on this, Ein is turning everyone evil, there's a doomsday device, forever potion nonsense is happening, Travis' dad is evil maybe, Aaron is going insane, the multiverse is falling apart, and then Jess just killed the best character in the entire series, dare I say the entire Aphverse, dare I say the entire universe of existence as we know it--

It was a lot. And in all the chaos Void Paradox just... came out. It came out right before episode 9 of When Angels Fall came out. And anyone else who was there during the war... they know what that episode did to us. What it did to me. I wasn't the same after that episode came out. I felt like I had lost a part of myself. Something I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to get back...

And as a result, I and a lot of people didn't see Void Paradox. Looking at the numbers, Void Paradox struggled to get above 1 million viewers for most episodes, while the lowest viewed episode of When Angels Fall sits at a cozy 2.9 million as an established series. Void Paradox is objectively better as a series and deserves to have a second season. We deserve to explore more of the weird ideas Jess clearly had while making it, we deserve to know if a cure can be found, and we, or maybe just me and I'm feeling selfish here, deserve to know if Laurance is okay.

Jess has already taken one comfort character away from me. I'll be damned if she takes another.

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sammy8d257 · 1 year

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In the Week that Follows - Chap. 1: Day 0 - The Night After

An AvM fanfic Written by Sammy8D257

Part of the Watered Down Hot Chocolate Series

Cover Art / Day 0 / Day 1: 1 - 2 - 3 / Day 2 / Day 3 / Day 4 / Day 5 / Day 6 / Day 7 / Day 8

Chapter Word Count: 4164 Characters: King (He/Him), Purple (They/Them), (Only mentioned but Gold uses They/Them) CW for this Chapter: Implied Minor Character Death (King’s Child), Implied Child Abuse (from Purple’s past), Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Poor Mental Health, Self-Hatred

Chapter Summary: After the events of AvM 30, King and Purple make their way back to King's house.

[AO3 Version]

= O = o =

Day 0 - The Night After

At some point during the walk back to the Bastion, Purple stumbled and on instinct, King reached an arm out to steady them. It was an involuntary action, one that some would say was due to King's history of taking care of a rambunctious child. And at some point, the adrenaline dulling the pain in King's back petered out and without having to ask, Purple snaked an arm around his midsection to help ease the strain. They did it with wordless precision and if one were to guess, they'd say they've done it before. But here in the boiling heat of the Nether, these gestures were only for the two of them.

So the arms stayed, wrapped around a shoulder and waist as they both leaned on each other for support. A secret shared between them. And through the crimson forest, through the Bastion, through the Nether portal, and through the tunnel within King's basement, they walked in silence. Both simply content with the other's presence.

It wasn't until they neared the ladder to the main floor hatch, was the blanket of quiet broken.

All at once, they could feel the weight of the comforting touch and they shuffled awkwardly out of each other's grasp. The anxiety of overstepping an unspoken boundary overrode any lingering desire of keeping close. Neither of them were willing to acknowledge the creeping cold that accompanied their sore muscles at the loss of touch.

King coughed and opened his mouth to speak, only to find his voice stuck with dust and exhaustion. He closed it sheepishly, an embarrassed look gracing his face as he gestured to the ladder, hoping his… companion? Acquaintance? Purple. Purple would understand what he was trying to say. The shorter stick figure stared at him for a moment before shaking their head in a wordless chuckle. King couldn't help the relieved sigh that escaped his mouth as Purple shifted their gaze forward.

The ladder stood tall against the cold brown of the carved out tunnel walls. The pale blue light cast down from the trapdoor above mixed with the warm tones of the torches. For a moment, King was surprised by the sight of them. These torches were burning for a lot longer than he expected.

Dimly, he remembered summoning them during Purple's first day of work. He added them to help illuminate the tunnels since even though he was used to navigating them in limited light, Purple had no such experience. The younger stick would have no doubt tripped and fallen if not for the light. He had even gotten rid of various obstacles that could have hindered them as they traveled through the tunnels.

The last thing I need is an injured helper. It would only hinder my plan. He reasoned not so long ago. King grimaced at his past self. Had he really gotten so callous that he only cared about others if they were useful? One glance at the bruised stick figure at his side told him his answer.

The sounds of shuffling feet across the dusty floor snapped King out of his musings. Purple was standing underneath the ladder, poised to start climbing. But they were glancing back at him. Though their eyes were slightly clouded with exhaustion, there was something sharp in their gaze. They were watching, examining him as if they were searching for something.

King blinked, unsure what to do. He felt pinned under the younger stick's stare. Did they want something from him? Were they waiting for him to say something? He swallowed thickly, hoping it would help clear his throat.

A second passed. Then two, then three, and then eventually, Purple averted their eyes, instead turning them upwards towards the exit. And then King watched as they hobbled up the rungs with all the grace of a broken winged bird.

From the few days King got to know Purple, he knew how prideful the stick figure could be. When doing something, anything, they always tried to prove they could do it on their own. So he refused to voice his concern when Purple misplaced a foot and hung slightly off the ladder. He bit back a remark as he heard Purple mumble a swear under their breath. And if asked, he would deny shifting his body closer to the ladder as Purple readjusted themself and continued upwards.

Only when Purple hoisted themself over the top of the ladder and onto the main floor did he let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding. He could hear them shuffle around up there, no doubt finding a place to rest their weary muscles. Where exactly, given the mess that was left behind, King didn't know. There wasn't much open space left on the floor that wasn't covered in books and scrapes of past failures. Eventually, the noises stopped and King was left staring up at the hole.

King didn't know how long he stood at the bottom of the ladder. He half expected Purple to poke their head down and ask what was taking so long. He could imagine a smile, fond and understanding, on the younger's face as he cracked a joke about "enjoying the dusty walls of the tunnel". But Purple never glanced down the hole and King was left staring at the empty opening.

He sucked in a breath. Cursors, he was so tired. How pathetic had he gotten that he was starting to imagine a friendship between him and a person he barely knew. King raked a hand across his face, wincing at the tender flesh of his left cheek. The light from the torches were starting to irritate his eyes. He had to leave this place. But… King glanced back up at the ladder.

Just the thought of climbing made his already sore muscles throb in agony. King would be lying if he didn't contemplate just sitting down on the floor and going to sleep. It wouldn't be the first time it happened. Memories of one too many sleepless nights spent down in this tunnel passed briefly through his mind. If not for the fact that Purple was still up on the first floor waiting for him, he might have given in to that urge. Instead, the weary stick sighed and placed his foot on the first rungs of the ladder.

Immediately, he regretted it. The pain in his back flared and he could feel his joints creak in protest. Everything about his body was telling him to stop, go back down the ladder and rest. In the morning he could try again, but the thought of Purple, beaten and bruised and up there all alone in his house, kept King going.

Step after step. Rung after rung. King hoisted himself upwards with all the vigor of a washed up rag. Why oh why, did he build a ladder and not a staircase? Did he really just climb this thing day after day without any care for his knees? For his back? Did he hate himself that much? King pointedly ignored the answer the voice in the back of his head gave.

About 3/4th the way up the ladder, the panting stick figure paused and rested his head against a rung. He swore under his breath that next time, he was going to rip this ladder out of the wall and replace it with stairs.

Wait, next time? King thought.

He frowned. Next time… next time he comes down here, he's destroying this place. Every single thing, the portal, the parkour course, the room and the tunnel, it was getting torn down. And then he was going to tear the trap door off its hinges and replace his flooring. No point in thinking about replacing the ladder with stairs if it's going to be covered in dirt. Months of relentless work, all to be destroyed in one afternoon, and King couldn't bring himself to care.

As soon as he could, he wanted to burn this entire event from memory. But to do that, he needed to reach the top first. So with a groan, he kept climbing.

King huffed as he finally heaved his body over the edge of the opening. Closing his eyes, he savored the feeling of the wooden floor against his back. If given the choice, he would have been content to just lie here and never get up. But after a minute of deep breathing, King could feel a pair of eyes staring at him.

Ah, that's right. Purple was still here. King cracked an eye open and squinted over to the younger stick. Purple was sitting on a pile of books at the end of his table. They were leaned snugly into the corner where the desk met the wall with their body facing towards the trap door.

Suddenly self-conscious under their gaze, King slowly picked himself up into a sitting position. Purple blinked, seemingly startled by King's movement and shifted their eyes to look at the wall to the right instead. The orange stick figure followed their gaze and cringed. The writing on the wall looked more like the scrawlings of a mad man than the research he originally intended it to be.

King turned away, choosing instead to focus on the stick figure currently in his house. A part of him was surprised. He half expected his house to be empty by the time he finished climbing, but Purple stayed. They had no reason to, especially after everything King put them through, and yet…

"Thank you for waiting for me," King said slowly, his voice still rough. "You didn't have to but… I appreciate it."

Purple hummed, gaze returning back to King. In response, King dropped his own gaze to look at the now closed, trap door hatch.

King cleared his throat. "I'll be alright now. I can handle it from here. So..."

He cringed. When did he get so awkward? Just last week he was bossing around this same stick figure without a second thought but now he's stumbling over his words like a fool. How pathetic could he get?

"I guess, this is goodbye?" He didn't mean for his words to come out as a question but the usual control over his voice was starting to slip from exhaustion. "Will you be safe getting home?"

Purple shook their head. "Oh, I'm not leaving."

"You're not, wha- What?" King's eyes snapped up to stare at Purple. "Why…?"

The purple stick shook their head again and gestured to the window above the desk. Moonlight filtered softly through glass panes.

"King, it's dark out. I got beat up and disintegrated into a beam of light. I'm tired." Purple dropped their hand back to their lap. "There's no way I'm making it back to my apartment like this."

"Ah… Right. Make yourself at… home?" King winced.

He didn't know what else to say. For some reason, Purple's tone had reminded him of a tired parent lecturing a child. It was a voice that King himself had often used back when Gold would stay up past their bedtime to read history books. However, with Purple, it sounded especially resigned and expressed with a practiced ease.

He didn't like it. He didn't like how Purple's voice made his throat close in guilt. As if he were the child being lectured by a parent who knew far, far more than him.

As if he were ignorant.

He grimaced, face sour and shoulders hunched. This isn't normal. This isn't how King would usually handle situations like this. Why is he floundering? Is it because he's delirious from pain and lack of sleep? He should say something, anything! Just whatever to stop the tension that was building up inside him. But just as he was about to open his mouth, Purple spoke again.

"... You know, I never said this earlier because you were my boss," Their voice had changed, adopting a more relaxed and casual tone. "But your place sucks. It's a mess."

The look of shock on King's face must have been funny because as soon as the comment registered, Purple started laughing. Their laugh was airy, somewhat strained with the smile not quite reaching their eyes but it made the tension drain out of King all the same.

"I- Are you seriously insulting my house right now?" He asked incredulously.

Sure his house wasn't clean by any stretch of the imagination. And King could admit that it was a mess. But it could be worse. And it most certainly didn't suck. Whatever previous emotions King had were instantly replaced by the feeling of disbelief at the sheer audacity of Purple's statement. (Looking back on this moment, King wondered if that was the goal.)

He sat up a little straighter, his right arm gesturing for emphasis. "If you don't like it here so much, you could just leave!"

"I could, but," Purple sent, what he could only describe as a purposefully annoying grin his way. The moonlight shadowed their face, giving it an extra cheeky feel. "Once again, I'm tired and beat up and that's partially your fault…" King's eye twitched. "...so you kinda owe me at least one night's rest."

He sucked in a slow breath. King should be feeling guilty. He knows he should be. And to some extent he did feel bad but it was mostly overshadowed by the irritated feeling he got every time he looked at Purple's smug grin. They never acted like this when they were working under him. In fact, Purple never tried to be anything but perfectly obedient while working with him. How was it possible these two versions were the same stick?

King groaned and pushed himself up into a standing position.

"I liked it better when you didn't talk back."

He could feel another stress headache forming. Cursors he wanted to go to sleep.

Purple paused to stare up at him as he approached. An unknown emotion flitted across their face before it was quickly replaced by a look of amusement.

"Then you'll love it when I'm asleep." They joked, accepting King's outstretched arm as support. Carefully, Purple rose to their feet. "Speaking of, where do you want me to sleep?"

"... Huh?"

King's brain stuttered to a halt. All this time, they were talking about Purple staying over for the night. And yet, never once did the thought of "this is actually happening" sink in.

Until now.

Where was Purple going to sleep?

"Where do you want me to sleep?" Purple repeated. "Like, do you have an extra bed I could sleep in?"

King stared at them, eyes furrowed in thought. There were only two beds in this house. His bed and…

"What about a couch? A recliner? A mat?"

His couch was one of the first things that were sold in an effort to fund his research. The only other furniture were the wooden chairs stacked in the kitchen. And King never had any use for sleeping mats. There was an old sleeping bag at the back of the closet, though that might be too small for them to use since it's child-sized…

"C'mon, you've got to have something."

Something… something… something to sleep on… what else was there? He didn't have anything other than his bed and bed in Gold's room. And he wasn't about to offer that. But Purple needed a place to sleep. Therefore, the only solution was…

"I guess you can use-"

"I'm not taking your bed."

King blinked. The hard, almost venomous tone Purple used to cut him off had him snapping out of his thoughts in surprise. He had never heard them sound so angry before. Purple, themself, looked almost as shocked as he did. For a brief second a look of panic flashed across their eyes as the two stick figures stared at each other, before it was smoothed over with a flustered apologetic look.

"I'm sorry," Purple said, head bowed slightly. They let go of King's arm and took a few steps back, using the desk behind them instead for support. "It's just… I could never take your bed. Not when you obviously need it too. And if I took it, then where would you sleep? It would just be rude of me to make you give up your own bed and…"

They continued to ramble as King stared at them. The shadows cast from the window partially obscured their expression making it even harder to get a read on them. To be honest, he didn't know how to respond to this. This past hour alone had shown him numerous different sides of this younger stick figure that he didn't know they had. And he did not have the mental capacity at the moment to unpack it all.

Purple paused and sucked in a sharp breath. Releasing it slowly, they spoke again, their voice neutral. "Look, I'll just… sleep on the floor alright? I've done it before. Multiple times actually."

That last part, Purple mumbled under their breath. King frowned, not understanding why that statement made him upset but he still felt bothered all the same. "All I need are a couple of pillows and blankets. Do you have any extra?" They continued.

King observed them for a second, then two, then three. Although their posture was neutral, almost nonchalant against the desk, he could see a tension in them. Almost like they were seconds away from running if King so much as moved too fast around them. This wasn't right. Something was off but his exhausted mind refused to make any connections.

Maybe they're just as tired as he was. King rationalized.

"Yeah… I have some extra," King finally answered. "I'll go grab them."

And as he turned, he pretended not to see the way Purple physically relaxed into the desk as he made his way into the hallway.

= O = o =

"Here."

King handed the bundle of spare blankets and pillows into Purple's arms.

During the time King spent gathering the items, Purple had moved from the desk by the window to the dresser that stood along the wall opposite to his bed. The floor to the right of it had been cleared of any books or papers that usually sat there. The space was big enough for one stick figure to lie down. And by the time King returned, they also seemed to calm down. Whatever nervous energy they had was gone and in its place was an air of neutral gratitude.

At least they didn't look scared anymore. King mused.

With the bundle securely deposited, King turned towards his own bed. The toil of the past few hours had well and truly started hitting him. His trek towards the linen closet at the end of the moonlit hallway had drained him and more than anything, he just wanted to sleep.

"Medieval themed?" King heard Purple ask from behind him.

Medieval themed? King slowly turned around and sure enough, kneeling on the floor Purple had unfurled a comforter. In the moonlight, the image of a knight fighting a dragon with a castle in the background stretched across the fabric.

King sucked in a breath. He didn't mean to grab that. He didn't even know it was still in that closet. It should have been with the rest of the stuff behind the closed door down the hall. But in his hurry and in the darkness of the hallway, he didn't even notice what he grabbed. King was just on auto-pilot at that point, his only thought was grabbing two pillows and three blankets. He should have paid attention to what he took.

Purple chuckled, lowering the thick blanket back down to their lap. "Very on brand, huh?"

"They aren't mine."

Purple looked up at him in confusion. "What-"

"Purple," King cut them off. He was tired and upset. He tried to keep it out of his voice but if the way Purple flinched was anything to go by, he didn't do a good job. "Just… finish up what you're doing then go to sleep. I'm going to bed."

The two stick figures stared at each other. The light of the moon casting long shadows across the room. That searching look was back in Purple's eyes but the stress of the day had worn King down to the point where he simply didn't care what the younger stick wanted from him. The only thing he wanted was to close his eyes and let the world disappear for the next few hours.

One second passed, then two, then three, until Purple sighed and lowered their gaze.

"Okay."

And then they turned and continued organizing the blankets on the floor into a comfortable arrangement. King watched them for a little while longer, eventually moving to sit at the edge of his bed when the strain in his back got too painful. He made a mental note to take a painkiller when he woke up the next day.

Purple paused their shuffling at the movement but didn't turn around. After a moment, they continued creating their bed until a dark little pile of blankets and pillows was formed. And with that, Purple laid down and pulled the covers over their head.

At least it looks comfy. King thought. Or probably comfy. Who knows.

It was hard to see thanks to the shadows from the window and King's blurry exhausted vision. But he could still see the rise and fall of the blanket, indicating that Purple was heading to sleep soon. Just like King should be.

One second passed, then two, then three. King stared at Purple's slumbering form, feeling his own pulse slow and his eyelids grow heavy with each passing breath.

He was so tired.

With a groan, he lowered himself down on his mattress.

And finally, closed his eyes.

= o =

One… Two… One… Two…

Purple counted the seconds between each of King's breaths as they faced the wall.

One… Two… One… Two… One… Two… Three…

They didn't know how they felt about King yet.

One… Two…

King was like him. He was ruthless and driven and packed one hell of a punch. The week spent working under him felt almost nostalgic but the past few hours had shown them a different side. Despite everything that happened, he still came back for them. He was different from him.

One… Two… Three… One… Two…

King was like her. He was hurting. Not just physically but mentally. They knew the signs. The messy house, the awkward small talk, the secrets hidden behind anxious eyes. She was like that too, at the beginning.

One… Two… One… Two… Three… One… Two… Three…

King was like them. Grief was something they were all too familiar with. They didn't know what exactly happened but if they had to guess, it was related to the blankets currently around them and that framed photo on the nightstand.

One… Two… Three… Four… One… Two… Three…

So similar but so different. King was like him, and her, and them, but still his own. They just didn't know how to act around him yet. Everything they've tried so far has led to King being awkward, King getting annoyed, or King getting angry. Even so…

One… Two… Three…

They still wanted to help him.

One… Two… Three… Four… One… Two… Three… Four…

Purple counted the seconds between each breath. When the count evened, they quietly flipped over to face the sleeping figure. The orange stick's face was less tense and the muscles, no doubt still sore, were relaxed. They could see the beginnings of a dark bruise forming on his left cheek.

One… Two… Three… Four…

Purple was good at helping. They were good at taking care of others. They knew this about themself.

One… Two… Three… Four… Five…

And King would need their help dealing with the aftermath of everything. They're certain he would. They might be the only person in this world that could understand and help.

One… Two… Three… Four…

So, it would only make sense for them to be there for him.

One… Two… Three… Four…

With a newfound sense of purpose, Purple carefully rolled the covers back over their head. They glanced down at the cracked screen of their phone, pleasantly surprised it still worked after everything. They hoped the blankets blocked enough screen light. It had been a while since they had to pull a move like this.

One… Two… Three…

1:48 am. That left about 5 hours before the first bus arrived at its routine stop, 10 minutes down the road. Purple chewed at the side of their cheek. They've done more on less time.

One… Two… Three… One… Two… Three…

With a nod, they clicked their phone off, wanting to save what little battery was left of it. They glanced once more at King before turning to face the ceiling, their mind buzzing with things they needed for tomorrow.

One… Two… Three… Four...

There was a lot to prepare.

One… Two… Three… Four…

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I can't tell what setting this Minecraft world has proper. It has a certain medieval feel with thibgs like monsters, dungeons, castles, dragons, hell, magic, potions, constructs and the outworldy end. Yet there are modern appliances, talk about planets and modern concepts. The backgrounds and wordings contradict and don't always fit. It takes a bit from the fantasy and the survival feel base minecraft offers.

Why mix concepts? /gen

CW: Long Post holy shit, I'm sorry I never shut up---

Ok, I wanna answer this question first as a Mun, cuz I think it's my duty to do so! (Imma tell u now that some stuff I'll say in here are pretty much my point of view on some stuff, and they're pretty much my headcanons, so, yeah!)

So, here we go!

Why there are some concepts that doesn't seem to fit in here, you ask, my dear, Anon. Well, the answer is very simple!

Everything is set in a different time-line. I mean, some stuff related in the bios of my characters has happened like, many years ago, even more than a normal human being could live for. They've been here for MANY YEARS.

They're pretty much answering in a more... Uhhh... Distant-not-so-distant future?? Cuz some species can live over 100+ years, and some other cannot die unless killed (Ex. The Undead). Minecraft is a VERY old planet... And is definitely NOT the same Earth we all know.

Earth and Minecraft are NOT the same, nor even the Universe in here. You can view it as some kind of "Alternative Universe" if you want lol

Also, the modern stuff you see, aren't THAT modern as you think. Some stuff are still underdevelopment, like, when humans were inventing the first fridge?? or the first TV?? The first Light bulb??? Idk xD Even the fridge itself, is made out of iron blocks, a well preserved ice block, some Iron doors and probably a dispenser/barrels with some buttons/levers so it'll open lol You gotta use your imagination, bud!

I can assure you, they DON'T see their world as if they're in a game. For them, they live their life as if they are living like you! There's no such thing as "Game Mechanics" or "Game Rules", there's no "Health bar" or "saturation bar" or "Servers" or "Chat". Humans aren't called "players", The Nether isn't called Hell.

They're living their lifes, they're not living a game. Cuz this is not a game for them, as the real life isn't a game for you!:]

Also, another answer for some stuff is also: I've based much of the tale in my very old point of view when I first created these silly OCs and their adventures (And that was when I was 10yo... In 2010 lol)... So some stuff might seem pretty outdated, or maybe they don't make so much sense anymore not only for that, but because I always work in a way where I mostly break the laws of the canon just so some stuff could "make sense" in the universe of this tale... Also, because I find it funny and sometimes I just decide to ignore some parts of the canon so I don't have too much limitations lol xD (If you know me, you know how much I LOVE to break the Canon and make AUs and do stupid shit just for fun and some laughs xD)

But yeah, I'm sorry if everything I said is stupid or at the very end doesn't make any sense... I just want to have the same fun I used to had when I was 11, now that I have the free time to do it!

I just missed my blocky friends and their world :)♥

(Bonus doodle I made of me(?) with my Co-Admin of this Tale[????)

#Mun Says #I also find interesting to mash things up and see how the hell i do now for it to make any sense #without looking like a lunatic xdd #I could even answer that everything is just magic and that's it skhhdalkhfkas #but naaah #I do have reasons #and stuff have their own logic #I mean... At the very end... We're talking about Minecraft #Where if you cut a tree the thing keeps floating in the air #So... I don't worry too much about making sense but hajdkhasklfksa I know that maybe **some** stuff do need it lol #Anyway I should shut up now lmao #Minecraft #Minecraft OC #Minecraft OCs #Minecraft Creeper #Minecraft Enderman #Minecraft Zombie #Minecraft Skeleton #Minecraft Piglin #Minecraft Zombie Piglin #Minecraft Blaze #Minecraft Ghast #Minecraft Iron Golem #Minecraft Steve #Minecraft Alex #Minecraft Herobrine #Mine-Ventures #Ask Blog #RP Blog #Minecraft Ask Blog

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pugwitharug · 2 years

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M3 Playing Minecraft

idk if anyone else has done this yet but I was just playing Minecraft so you all get to suffer, GN reader, also yes you're dating someone because Minecraft is better with a Player 2

☠️Felix Escellun☠️

Months after the main story has ended and the LOS is gone and you've decided you want to stay in Astraea, Felix is committed to helping you find a way to reconnect with Earth. Through a mix of experimenting, nearly dying multiple times, and a pinch of fairy dust, you manage to open a wifi connection to Earth! It's probably through a tiny portal that you have to put in a weird mechanism to keep it going without making Felix pass out, but you spend the next five days on your bed scrolling through everything you've missed

One night you're tired of looking at social media and decide to relax with some Minecraft. You boot it up on your phone and Felix watches out the corner of his eye while reading as you tilt your phone screen. He asks what you're doing and you say you're playing a game, and that he's welcome to watch

At first he declines the invitation, a faint blush on his cheeks, but he can't help but be drawn to it as you hop around, make a house, mine some stone. Of course he's not that subtle about it and you quickly teach him how to play, save your world, open a new one, and hand your phone to him. Once again he declines, but with your slightest push he'll take the phone and start tapping away. Next thing you know, he's hooked and you're not getting it back

Or it's a Modern!AU and you bought it for him for Christmas lol

I feel like, he'd really...like the Nether. Idk why, maybe it's because it's a form of Hell or something like that, or if he just likes Pigstep

He's complaining about villagers and their prices. He keeps asking you if there's a way to negotiate and you keep telling him there isn't. You hear him mumbling to himself about how "these people don't know the real worth of emeralds..."

You know, he'd probably like the mansions in the dark forests. Says it reminds him of Blackthorn, without all the familial trauma

He doesn't wanna work to make a house so he just finds a village or mansion and takes it over lol

I think he prefers creative mode. He wants to get whatever he wants without having to do all the hard work. Plus flying is fun

He'd also LOVE the new cave systems. He could explore a cave system for hours on end. He just sets it to creative, chugs a shit ton of night vision potions, and he's off. You don't see him again for many Minecraft days

He's going through to The End but not to fight the Ender Dragon. He'll do it, but only because that'll get him to the End Cities. He eats that up like groceries

He's also summoning the Wither. You can't stop him

He screams at creepers suddenly appearing at your door. It's hilarious to everyone but him

Please hold him while he plays. Snuggle with him, kiss the top of his head when he kills a monster. His cheeks flush and he makes that adorable little squeak

He'll get you a bunch of the black flowers you get from the Wither (I think?) and puts them in clay pots all around your shared home. He'll also want your help in fighting the monsters in the mansion so you two can take it for yourself and make it your own

⚔️Anisa Anka⚔️

If you're not doing a Modern!AU let's just assume Felix makes a portal and you get to take the mechanism home with you and you live in connected bliss with your SO

You somehow manage to find a space to put the mechanism in the corner of your shared room and definitely take advantage of your new connection with Earth

Anisa of course wants to know about all your cool Earth things. What a Twitter? How do they put birds into your shiny screen thing--oh right it's called a phone. Why do you want to craft mines? How would you even manage to do that?

She all but jumps for joy when you offer to teach her how to play. She wants to know how everything works now, but you encourage her to just keep to the basics and learn everything as she goes

You see her pupils dilate the first time she sees/hears a sheep. She asks if all Earth sheep have their eyes like that. She's a little sad when you say not exactly cuz she thinks they're adorable

She defends villages against raids. It takes some getting used to but she knows her way around a sword

Caves? Caves. They all love caves I'm just gonna say that cuz the caves are dope as hell

Definitely loves to adventure! She creates maps and hangs them up in her Minecraft house, trying to map out the infinite world

Speaking of house, she'd probably just stick to wood and stone. Nothing super fancy, just something to get the job done. She unfortunately doesn't have the time to play Minecraft all day

She makes a jukebox and runs into the jungle to find a bird and vibe with it. It helps calm her down

She tames a cat (after like an hour cuz they're slippery) and names it after you

She also decorates your shared house in all your favorite things. Favorite flowers, favorite paintings, favorite carpet

Please I love her, my wifey

🐱Sage Lesath🐱

Like Felix, he denies being interested in the game, but you know he is. Really he thinks he's being subtle but you can see him staring

He won't admit it but he's jealous that you're paying more attention to your phone thingamajig than him. He headbutts your shoulder until you pet him

His chin resting on your shoulder, he watches you play for a while. He'll tap the screen to mess with you but stop if you tell him to. He also asks what you're doing a lot, like what is that animal and why do the swords look like that and hey that enchanted sword is Zenith, but wouldn't you rather have a different sword in your hands? ;)

Eventually you just ask him if he wants to play. He laughs it off at first, but when he sees you're actually being serious he quiets down. He asks if you're sure, he doesn't wanna mess up your world or your phone

Please pat his head and tell him it's alright

He plays on your world for a while to get used to it, then he makes his own world

He likes climbing the mountains, trying to find his own way up without adding any blocks. He likes the challenge

I think he'd also like flying. Once he gets the elytra he'd climb the mountains to fly around as well. Crash lands in so many trees

Dirt tower to find out where the hell he is cuz he refuses to use a map

He also just puts a crafting table, furnace, chest, and bed in a cave close to the ground and calls it home. He's not creative enough to make a nice house

That being said he'll immediately move into your house if you make one in the same world. Kitty cat wants to be close to you

He'd be the miner supreme. Great at not dying by fall damage, stockpiles ores like no other, ten iron and diamond pickaxes in his inventory for every case. He'll spend hours in the caves and in the deep dark (if it's out yet idk I haven't found it)

You tame cat after cat in order to find a white one and name it Sage. You swear you see a little tear in your boyfriend's eyes

He used to just wanna destroy everything like a griefer (haha get it cuz he used to be a Griefer hahahahahahahahahaha) but now he wants to explore the infinite world with you. Find temples and monuments, harvest amethyst, get lost in mineshafts. Anything, as long as it's with you

#last legacy #headcanons #minecraft #sage lesath #felix escellun #anisa anka #sage lesath x reader #felix escellun x reader #anisa anka x reader

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fallow-foot · 1 year

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Hey fallow you should talk about bloodlines gimme your thoughts

I know your baiting me so I’m taking it.

Ok so, I want to talk about bloodlines world building because I’m fascinated by it all.

The one thing I at last believe really sets bloodlines apart from most smps is just how it builds the world of bloodlines and specifically the areas of the world like grey haven and emberhollow/dragons perch. Bloodlines how it looks at everything is through a lense of discovery and specifically in a way of how someone would look at things like red stone or enchanting. So how it gets this effect and does this is every single one of these characters don’t know ANYTHING about really anything more complex than farming and building which with the backstory of them being villagers run away from pillagers works so well. But it also opens such an opportunity to introduce us as an audience but also the characters to the mechanics of the world and what’s so fun is a lot of the information we get isn’t really like the full thing ya know? Like for example we know the allays are the ones who do redstone and the teachers of it but they were the original creators, another thing is why do enchanting tables after some use sometimes make a portal to the nether spring up? Theirs a lot of just things such as that in bloodlines which make so much room to make headcannons and speculate.

Another thing that’s so cool is how the bloodlines crew is only a tiny part of the world. Throughout the series we see many other characters who give us glimpses into bits of the world like for example the warden queen shows us a whole new civilization, or like Bruno who shows other adventures exist out their going farther and discovering.

Also that we didn’t even explore everywhere their is to go! Especially with the fact modded biomes and bosses are apart of the world now as shown in the finale with the night litch and and the end island.

Theirs so much more I could and can talk about and gush about with this series and if you haven’t watched this series you totally should!

#honestly just give me a topic in my asks or something for bloodlines and I can probably rant about it #bloodlines smp #it’s late so idk how much sense my rambling makes

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starscaredwings · 10 months

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Starting Information

Before anything else, the essentials would probably be a good thing to know, otherwise everything is gonna be really confusing.

This is essentially an AU(StarStained) that I've created for Minecraft, blending together mechanics, physics, and real world logic to create something new. Some of these things are spins on ideas I've read in fan-content made for Minecraft, others are my own ideas.

Races

Starting off, there are many, many races that make up this world. Hybrids, Humans, End and Nether born beings. These races are basically things that are included into the Origins Minecraft Mod. Some of them are a bit different however, as I've changed the origins and abilities of some races. Most notably, and as an example, the Elyrian Race is an End-Born race, and not seen a whole lot in the Overworld.

The End | Size of the AU

On the topic of the End, this is very important to note. StarStained takes place in a world where the land stretches next to indefinite. Much large than even a normal in-game world, and those are larger than Earth. To put this to scale, I need to use this as a reference. Within one in-game Minecraft world there is only a singular End Spawn Island. A single dragon, and a single egg. The lands of StarStained are large enough to sustain so many of these islands that they cover any and all SMP's that have access/potential access to the End. DreamSMP, Hermitcraft, Empires, Hypixel, Private Servers, etc... They all exist within StarStained, and are located SOMEWHERE within the infinite expanse that is the land.

Character Possibilities

Any characters that anyone would like to create can do so. Any feedback that anyone would like to give, please send my way. I'm still in the process of creating this world and it's ideas, and would love any and all questions and recommendations about this AU. I don't have much actually posted here yet, but I would love to continue updating it with new things and ideas. I want to keep building on this idea.

Because of the AU containing literally anything you could think of, there are infinite possibilities. Do with that what you will ;)

How People and Codes Function

How DnA and Science is to us, Binary and codes are to those within the AU. "Players" are regular people, but are sometimes referred to as players by Admins. Each player has their own "inventory" like in-game. They can open their inventory by swiping their hand in any direction with the intent to open the storage. This inventory works exactly as in game, but people can also choose to do these things by hand.

If the person is an Admin, opening their inventory gives them an option to access their Admin Panel. This works exactly as it does in the actual game. Creative Mode for themselves or others, commands, etc... This panel is able to view player data as well as other more specific info. This player-data includes their name, family, server history, birth date, age, etc... The only way for an Admin to view something more in-depth than the person's name however, that person has to accept the request to look deeper into their info from their inventory.

The ONLY thing majorly different here is that the Admin is not invincible, Creative Mode is not a thing. Most of the time, this is not an issue, as admins can usually spawn in things like armor and enchants.

Please Give Feedback if you Want to!

If you are confused about anything in here, ask questions. If I need to clarify something here with more info, please let me know!

#Minecraft Story #Videogame Story #Minecraft character #Story idea #minecraft story ideas #Minecraft story idea #Minecraft lore #if anyone has any other tags for this let me know :'D #StarStainedMC - Basic Info #StarStainedMC #StarStainedMC - Race Info #StarStainedMC - Locations

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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Do you consider a possibility that c!Punz never betrayed c!Dream in the first place and whole "I'm sorry, Dream -- but you should have paid me more" thing was a facade and undercover for Punz? Like Dream said that Punz should not associated with him, so it was intentional-

staged disc finale theory my beloved !!! :D it’s definitely one of my favorite theories, though i’m still holding out (for now) as for believing super firmly in one direction or another (tho the staged finale is definitely the one i prefer for Many reasons, haha.) c!punz is so so fun no matter if the betrayal was intentional or not, but oh boyyyy if it was something planned ,,, man .

*c!dream voice, after quackity starts visiting*: the risk i took was calculated, but man am i bad at math.

anyway c!punz and c!dream interactions make me soft as heck so have this !!

tw: implied torture, abuse, violence, blood, injuries, emotional distress, panicking, dehumanization, unhealthy coping mechanisms, unhealthy mindsets, illness, trauma, flashbacks, starvation mention, suicide mention, death mentions, dark content, dark imagery, prison arc/pandora’s vault themes, c!quackity critical/dark portrayal of c!quackity

Dream comes to in vague moments and flashes.

There’s a hand brushing over his forehead, too gentle to be Quackity or the Warden, not Techno because Techno is Gone and he has Left and won’t come again, running through the sweat-soaked locks and pulling them back out of his forehead. He’s unbearably hot, shifting around on the ground, only barely registering it moving beneath him. Water, cool and clear, is tipped in between his lips, quenching his thirst and easing the dryness of his mouth. Someone speaks, voice low and rumbling, and even though he’s unable to make out the words, there’s something about the cadence of them and the specific rhythm in which they move and rise and dip that is bone-achingly familiar, enough to lull him into a fitful sleep. Through it all, there is always something, someone, lingering in the edges of his vision, a shadow standing near and watching over him; part of him remembers Quackity, remembers the Warden, and recoils in fright; another part of him remembers Techno, remembers the barest flashes of a life before obsidian and lava and pain and hell, and wants nothing more than to get closer.

When the fog in his head finally clears away enough to think, the first coherent thought he has is oh fuck, I need to piss.

Which, out of all possible things to think, is probably up there as one of the worst, and he’s sure that when his head feels a little less like it’s trying to actively kill him (ha, let it- it’s far from the first to try) the panic will settle in as it always does. As it is, he’s exhausted, and hungry, and he really really needs to pee- so he forces his eyes open to move away from where he’s probably still stuck in a puddle of dried blood in the middle of his cell.

The second coherent thought he has is this: this isn’t Pandora.

The realization has him thoroughly awake, eyes snapping open out of his previous fatigue to take in his surroundings, feet kicking out to the weight on top of them that he hadn’t even noticed was there, panicking against his restraints that end up not being restraints at all, giving way easily under his thrashing and resolving to what appears to be a thick blanket when he has the mind to look. With the covers gone off of whatever he’s lying on (a bed?) he’s suddenly, unbearably cold - the prison has always been hot, the lava baking into him and leaving his skin sticky with sweat, and he thinks that the room he’s in is probably not meant to feel like a fucking freezer, but after months of being one wrong step away from heatstroke, anything cooler than the goddamn Nether feels like literal ice against his skin. The room is wooden and cozy and oddly familiar, an open door leading to what appears to be a bathroom and a closed one going who knows where, window panes built into the opposite wall to let the sunlight in. It’s a nice room, all things considered, and Dream fucking hates it.

He pulls himself to his feet, cursing at the wobbly edge to his stance when he finally manages to stand, his vision wavering dangerously in time to the spinning of his head. His eyes flick between the two doors - he still needs to go to the bathroom, and using it now will lessen the amount of things to get in the way of his escape in the future - but at the same time, there's no knowing when people will come to (hurt him, beat him, starve him, punish him, leaving him bruised and bleeding and half-dead on the floor just as he deserves) him and he needs all the time he can get to get the hell away. In the end, he slinks into the bathroom, ignoring the thudding in his chest as he does so - at the very least, the cabinets in the thing might provide him with some manner of a weapon.

He’s only just past the door on the way out - a fucking broomstick in his hand because it’s all he could find - when his ears catch on the sound of metal clicking against each other and his eyes fall on the knob of the other door shaking as someone makes their way in. All at once, panic slams into him - goddammit, he should’ve just run when he had the chance - and he directs quick, desperate glances at the window. Maybe, if he’s fast enough, he can book it out of there and disappear into the trees; it’ll hurt, but it’ll be better than getting caught. Anything would be better than getting caught-

“Dream?”

Dream blinks. All at once, the same feeling of getting the air punched out of him returns, but combined with something warm and floaty wrapping around his chest, something almost a little like relief - and hell, if that isn’t something he’s not felt for a while.

“Punz?”

Punz is standing in the doorway, hoodie rumpled, expression more than a little frazzled; Dream’s breath hitches at the sight of the sword strapped to his side, but their face holds none of the harsh edges and cold-dark-hard hatred that had characterized the Warden and Quackity’s visits, mouth slightly parted and eyes shining with nothing but what appears to be shock and concern. The sight of them, again, nearly has Dream dizzy, a swell of tangled, unexplainable emotion rising to the back of his throat as he sways on his feet. He hadn’t thought that he would see Punz again, he realizes, had never thought he’d see his stupid gold chain and his stupid outfit he never bothered changing, ever, or that same lopsided smirk and pale blue eyes- the last time he’d seen them, it was in that vault, their mouth twisted up in the act the two of them had decided on and eyes shimmering with unease and regret; as far as goodbyes went, it wasn’t the worst, not when Punz was one of the few to never leave him, not really, not when something ached in their expression other than the hatred that had colored all of the other expressionless faces watching him die. Months later, alone in Pandora, he must’ve grown resigned, or something, the repeated reminders that he would die alone and afraid and it would be nothing more than he deserved settling into his skin and against his bones; Punz’s expression twists, visible even across the room, and- oh.

They must’ve thought the same thing, too.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Punz asks, finally, and Dream decides not to point out the way his voice cracks harshly in the middle, especially when the other man strides forward and starts to awkwardly herd him back in the direction of the bed - covers still thrown to the floor - in the middle of the room. Dream lets them, not replying because he doesn’t really know where to even begin describing the tangled knot of panic and shock that had strung his muscles tense when he woke up in a room he didn’t recognize, not knowing if he can really describe it all at all, trying his best not to flinch at the hands flitting in the corners of his vision as he falls back into a sitting position onto the bed. His fingers settle into the mattress, pressing into the bedsheets cautiously and marveling when they fall away under the pressure. Punz watches him, expression odd, gathers the blankets from the ground and presses them over and around him in a way that’s entirely awkward but does leave him warmer than he’d been before, before walking back on his heels with an odd expression that makes Dream’s insides twist.

“You,” Punz says after a long second, voice wavering, “are a fucking idiot,” and it’s all the warning Dream gets before a white-and-black blur is rushing towards him, arms wrapping around his chest and his vision whites out in alarm and panic. When the pain doesn’t come, he comes back to his senses enough to realize that Punz’s arms are still wrapped around him, shoulders shaking as he holds him close but not painfully, careful not to pull too much against the places on his ribs and back that leave him gasping with small shocks of pain, head pressed against the crook of Dream’s neck and hair tickling his face. Dream can feel his heart hammering in his chest, but as the panic dies something warm and long-neglected stirs in the middle of his chest, and he melts forward with a quiet hum. This is- nice. Really, really nice.

“What were you thinking?” Punz mutters, too quiet to really be directed at him, hands curling tighter into the folds of the hoodie - oh, he’s wearing one of those, not the same stiff, bloodstained material of the prison uniform that had chafed against his skin, another constant source of pain and discomfort of thousands in the hell that had been Pandora’s Vault - on him, and Dream doesn’t really know what to do except sit there and blink dumbly, listening to the heartbeat of the person leaning against him rumbling against his ears. It’s oddly calming, has the pressure on his chest lightening enough to take a full breath, and then another, the warmth of someone leaning against him almost too much but not enough at the same time - his eyes burn, and he ignores them.

“I-” he doesn’t really think that Punz was really asking a question, but just ignoring his question seems rude, too, and even despite the fuzzy warmth settling into his skin and into his bones from the pressure of Punz’s arms around his body and their head against his shoulder, he’s still unable to shake the anxiety of leaving a query unanswered, a constant murmur to listen obey do as you’re told or you’re going to regret it put on a damn good show or suffer the consequences remaining no matter how hard he tries to push it away. He wets his lips when his mouth feels too dry to keep speaking, eyes fluttering closed as he leans forward further, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You-” Punz cuts themselves off with a wet, incredulous-sounding laugh that has Dream jerking back despite himself, meeting their ice-cold eyes when they pull themselves back to look at him. He doesn’t really recognize the expression he wears, Dream realizes with a jolt, the way his lips are pressed together and the churning in his eyes, and his lungs seize in his chest.

“Sir-”

If anything, Punz’s expression only seems to harden, and the warmth disappears as Dream looks into their eyes - cold, two polished shards of ice, frosted over pools of water in the middle of the tundra, flinty and sharp and brilliant blue. His hands shake as he pulls them back to his chest, trembling from the chill that’s made its home in his muscles and frozen them in place - sir sorry sir please don’t hurt me im sorry please I didn’t mean to

“Fuck, Dream,” he shakes his head, and only then does Dream see the slight wobble to their bottom lip, the waver to their words like they’re struggling to keep themselves together, “why didn’t you say anything?”

What?

You almost died, you know,” he keeps going, not meeting his eyes as they direct their gaze out the window, “Several times, honestly. Fucking hell- when Techno brought you out- I didn’t think you would survive. I didn’t think anyone could survive that.”

Dream swallows. He doesn’t remember getting out, doesn’t really remember much at all if he’s being honest; there was the black of the cell, the heat of the lava, Techno promising to get him out before disappearing in a flash of purple, Quackity throwing him against the wall (Where the fuck did Techno go? You better have a fuckin’ answer, pal, if you want your death to be anything resemblin’ quick-) then nothing. Everything. His heart hammering in his chest and blood slick against his skin and the press of metal against his windpipe and pain, the only constant within it all, the only thing that made any goddamn sense when the room seemed to flip and turn and twist and his feelings knotted and frayed between anger-betrayal-distress-sadness-fear-grief, when reality swirled into a dizzying blur of colors and feelings and sounds carving themselves into the inside of his skull- then here. Dream flexes his hand experimentally, marveling at the feeling - the pain is almost gone.

He’d forgotten how it felt, really, to live and not hurt.

“Dream,” Punz calls again, voice low and worried, and Dream can’t help the way his head snaps up to meet their eyes and can’t help the flinch that twists his neck back when their frown deepens. It’d been a show, at least he tells himself, because Quackity would stop earlier if he screamed more, but- his hands tremble at his sides, twisted into the sheets of the bed, a near-constant litany of reminders and rules beating like they have a heart of their own in the back of his head. It was a show- he feels himself almost buckle, give in under the force of the stare leveled at him, and hates himself for how weak he feels, pinned under the eyes trained on his own. He’s not sure how much of a show it is anymore.

“Dream,” Punz repeats, words even softer, and the ugly feeling of shame and anger twists inside Dream’s chest again. Punz- ever unflappable, deadly with almost any weapon and never letting anyone see him as anything but deliberately apathetic - is watching him with an expression so uncharacteristically and unbearably gentle that it makes his breath catch in his throat. “You could’ve died,” he says once again, and the look that paints his face is so terribly vulnerable, feelings pouring over like a cup overfilled, bubbling forward and bleeding from every corner, and Dream- can’t. He doesn’t know what to do in the face of such stark emotion, doesn’t know how how to handle the way his eyes burn and his heart throbs like an exposed nerve, the way everything yawns wide in the middle of his chest into void and emptiness and pain so deeply carved in the space within his ribs that he half-thinks he’s been hollowed out entirely.

“But I didn’t.”

Punz pulls back, but Dream isn’t looking at him, is staring at the scarred surfaces of the backs of his hands and the knobs of his knuckles sticking out against the thinned-out skin and the yellowed nails he’s pushing against the blanket, the fourth and fifth ones of his right hand missing. They shake, no matter how long he looks at them and how hard he tries to make them stay still, and he can feel a voice whispering in the back of his mind, tone too familiar to ignore. Weak.

“I didn’t die,” he says when Punz doesn’t reply, looking at his scarred hands, weak hands, broken hands. “So it’s okay. We can keep- we can keep going.”

“Dream-” their voice is a blade scraping against an anvil, nails scraping over his ribs, his hands clamping over his ears before he’s realized he’s moved and his brain screaming at him for doing so once he realizes that he has, “-what the fuck are you talking about?”

Still, he hadn’t survived months of Quackity’s visits by bending over the second he was pushed, so he forces his tongue to move from where it’s fallen to the bottom of his mouth like lead, feels his eyes go steely even from under the way his vision has already begun to wobble.

“It’s not over yet,” he continues, trying to keep his words even, “‘cause I didn’t die, so we’re not done. I gotta- we have to reevaluate, of course,” he can’t stop, because the second he stops talking is the second he falls apart, so he ignores the way that Punz stiffens and stills and doesn’t let anything stop the flow of words spilling out of his mouth, “because the vault and the prison- um, obviously didn’t go as planned, but it’s fine. Just a minor- um, minor inconvenience. A setback- but it’s not- it’s not unsalvageable- we just have to-”

“Are you kidding me?” Punz cuts him off with a sharp laugh, disbelieving and just on the wrong side of desperate, and the air in Dream’s lungs freezes into a solid block of ice in the middle of his chest, “you- you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Punz?”

Dream’s voice comes out small, himself shrinking back into the bed, keenly aware, suddenly, of how there is nowhere he can go to run - Punz doesn’t seem to notice that he’s spoken at all, one of his hands moving up to tug through his hair, which is - now that Dream is looking - fluffier and messier than he remembers, sticking up in all directions like they didn’t bother to smooth it down.

“You think this is fine? You think that because you didn’t fucking die, that this is all okay?” Punz’s voice rises in volume slowly, not loud enough to be a shout but enough to go hard and unyielding like a threat, and with each word every remnant of the vault comes crawling, clawing back up to the front of his head, a pounding reminder to play his role, put on a show, behave behave behave-

“Goddammit, Dream,” Punz startles him out of his own thoughts, looking straight into his eyes with their ice-blue ones, “have you seen yourself?”

Have you seen yourself? Lying down in your own goddamn filth like a fucking mutt- prime, you disgust me.

“Your ribs were basically shattered. Your legs had fractures on both sides, and your back was so fucking torn up that it looked like more blood than skin. You’ve been starved- enough for me to see every goddamn bone in your body, it feels like. Your throat was bruised to hell- I wasn’t sure if you were gonna be able to speak again, fuck, and like a day after we got here you got fucking pneumonia.” Punz’s breath hitches, “Your skin was a literal fucking oven- I thought you’d bake yourself from the inside out. You could’ve died- you should’ve died.”

You should’ve died a hell of a long time ago, pal- should’ve saved us all the fucking trouble and offed yourself like Wilbur fucking Soot.

He flinches, and this, Punz seems to notice, eyes widening a fraction before they pitch their voce lower, clearly taking a few breaths to calm down and reaching forward to take one of Dream’s hands loosely in his own, thumb smoothing over the bumps of his knuckles.

“You’re not fine,” he says after a long while, shaking his head. “Hell- I’m not fine. But we’re not doing anything like- like the vault or the prison again, dude. I told you they were shit ideas- fuck. We never should’ve done that.”

“It was worth it,” Dream butts in, because he can’t imagine a world where it wasn’t, can’t imagine a world where all of that was for nothing, “it was worth it-”

“No it fucking wasn’t, are you out of your mind?” Punz replies immediately, voice overlapping over Dream’s own, “have you listened to a single thing I’ve said? You- look at you! How was that worth it?”

Dream shakes his head stubbornly, already feeling the way his jaw is trembling around the words he forces himself to speak. “The server- it was all for the server-”

“Fuck the server!”

Punz seems startled by their own shout, drawing back at the same time Dream does, breathing ragged. He takes a few seconds to compose himself, bringing his hand to his face as Dream sits stock still, not daring to move, hardly daring to breathe.

“Fuck the fucking server, okay?” Punz says, finally, voice cracking in the middle, “You lost two damn lives for this server. You got fucking tortured for fucking months for this shitstain of a server. Just- fuck them. I’m not watching you tear yourself to fucking shreds for this- not again. I can’t sit around and watch you fucking die again, Dream, I can’t drag you out bleeding out in my fucking arms again- fuck-” Punz shakes their head, and oh. They’re crying.

“No more. Fuck the server. I’m done, Dream- we’re done with them.”

Dream blinks, so thoroughly surprised that he thinks the shock knocked him straight out of the building panic attack, leaving nothing but a slight thrumming of anxiety still simmering beneath his skin. Almost instinctually, in a motion he doesn’t really remember but still has the muscle memory for, he opens his arms- and in a similar, near-unconscious response, Punz tumbles into his arms.

He blinks, not moving his arms to curl around the other, feeling the weight of another person against his again and the sound of their breathing and relearning them both. This is- new, for both of them. Dream was never emotional, not before the prison, not that he wanted to be after it either- but Quackity always had a particular affinity for tearing him apart, shard by shard. And Punz- he’d never been like this, even back in the day, when things were easier and they didn’t bear the constant burden of netherite against their backs. They’d always been stoic, sharp, sarcastic, cool and dry in a way that chafed against Sapnap’s fire and always led to Dream laughing at them sooner or later. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, feeling the heat behind his eyes finally sear too hot and boil over, tears squeezing through his closed eyes and falling down his face.

“Okay,” he says, finally, and there’s nothing easy about the acquiescence, not when he had poured blood and sweat and the better half of himself into this place, salted the earth with his tears until no more would come and nothing else would grow. He thinks that he will have more to think and more to say and more to protest come the next days, that the binds between him and his goals have been weaved too deep with the fibers of his soul for him to tear them free without sacrificing what broken pieces of himself he has left, but all he can think right now is how fucking tired he is. He remembers Techno’s voice, going through myth after myth to pass time in the prison, and thinks with something like humor and something like grief - let someone else be Atlas for a day. The sky is too heavy right now. Punz’s arms tighten around his body, enough to remind him that they’re there but not enough to press at his still-healing ribs, and he thinks that they might understand. “Okay.”

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Finding a Forgotten Memory

Summary: A happy ending for this post and this one.

Pairings: Parental! Ghostbur x F! Child! Reader

Tommy x F! Child! Reader

Warnings: ANGST! But there’s a happy ending.

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Tommy swept his gear on the floor as he paced the length of his bedroom in his hotel, warm tears rolling down his face.

He remembered the day Ghostbur had stormed into his home, balling, his tears creating smoke, that he couldn’t find his little blue. He had assured the ghost, she was fine. Probably hiding or she wandered a little farther than she should have.

Grabbing his sword in case the search took too long, he followed Ghostbur into his sewer he’d moved back into after Tommy’s freedom from exile. Inside, Tommy had a few doubts as he looked at the bit of wreckage around the place.

“Did you do this looking for her Ghostbur?” Tommy asked, sitting a barrel upright.

“N-No. I-I s-s-s-he…” The ghost couldn’t form a coherent sentence.

“I’ll look outside. Stay here in case she comes back alright?”

Ghostbur nodded rapidly, clutching onto an already full piece of blue. Tommy nodded before leaving the sewer calmly then booking it to Phil’s.

“Phil!” Tommy shouted, slamming the door open, startling the man and his crows. “There’s something wrong with Ghostbur.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Phil immediately stood up.

Tommy explained the situation and they both gathered everyone they could, a search party formed. (Y/N)’s name was shouted into the wind as everyone separated into many corners of the Dream SMP land and the L’Manberg land. Even people like Sapnap and Punz helped them look in their more familiar areas.

But they couldn’t find the little girl and mobs had started to come out. Tommy, Phil, Techno, Fundy, and a few of L’Manberg citizens continued their searches. Techno and Phil went into more in-depth searches or rather questionings. Yet…there was no word of her…

That was the night Phil fabricated the lie.

“We’ll only use it till we figure out what happened. Ghostbur will have to believe it because Fundy refuses to talk to him but he likes (Y/N).” Phil assured the younger as he fidgeted in worry.

They’d try to figure out what happened in the next few days!

…

Then a few days turned into a few weeks. And a few weeks turned into two months…

They’d lost hope and even though there was no message on the walkies, they knew the magic had a range and (Y/N) …she had to be gone…They didn’t know what happened, could only speculate.

Time had to move on and people grieved, Tommy taking it hard as the little girl had helped him through hell without knowing. She was part of his family and she had made him smile when he needed it the most, not even knowing he had needed her little games and laughs. He wished he had those when he had gone through the final battle with Dream, yet even after his victory, he continued to grieve and now seethe as Dream dangled a fruit of revival in front of him.

Listening to the same horse shit, day after day…

They had told Ghostbur once or twice in the beginning but Phil told everyone to keep up the lie when the ghost would just break completely, unable to function at all. Tommy couldn’t handle it anymore that Ghostbur didn’t remember the one thing he thought the ghost would never forget. That he wasn’t grieving like him. The little girl only helped Tommy through a rough time but that same little girl was Ghostbur’s entire world! It wasn’t fair to her memory that Ghostbur simply forgot the end of it!

He knew the ghost couldn’t help it and that the ghost would break if he actually remembered but it frustrated him to no end because Tommy didn’t forget and broke at his own memories and he couldn’t live like this anymore! He…he couldn’t let the little girl be gone any longer…

He looked at the prison from his window, before clenching his hands. He needed to pay an “old friend” a visit.

…

Tommy stood on the other side of the netherite blocks as the lava behind him finished cascaded down and the barrier was gone between him and the smiley masked man.

“Tommy! What do I owe the pleasure?” Dream asked, spreading his arms as he laughed.

“Business. I want that revive book Dream.”

“The revive book? You know I can’t just give that to you Tommy. I won’t revive Wil—”

“Not…Wilbur,” Tommy muttered.

Yes, the boy wanted his older brother back but he wanted this little girl back first.

“Not Wilbur? Who would you want? Not Schlatt.” Dream mocked and Tommy clenched his jaw.

“Just shut up you bastard and listen!” Tommy shouted and Dream stopped, watching. “You’re going to bring (Y/N) back or I’ll never visit you again and we both know how much you want me to visit.”

Dream stood there before grinning wickedly behind his mask. “(Y/N)? Huh. You’re going to have to remind me who they are…”

“YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHO SHE IS!” Tommy snapped, doing his best to keep his tears in. “She was the little girl you hated because she made me happy during exile!!”

“Oooh, right. Ghostbur’s kid.” He chuckled, turning from him. “How’s he doing?”

Tommy restrained himself with great difficulty.

“Such a bad memory, his child going missing, I’m sure he’s practically been destroyed…”

Tommy felt the warm tears in the corner of his eyes as he took deep breaths.

“Or did he finally forget the little brat?”

He lost it.

He pinned Dream to the obsidian wall and barked at his smiley mask.

“YOU’RE GOING TO BRING HER BACK RIGHT NOW YOU GREEN FUCKING PRICK!”

Then Tommy saw his wicked grin under his mask.

“I’d love to Tommy, but I can’t bring back what’s living.”

“W-What?” Tommy sputtered, confused.

Dream laughed as Tommy let him go.

“You never saw the message because there was no message to have! It wasn’t my goal after all to kill her.”

Tommy’s world stopped before his heart pounded. She…She was still alive?! But Dream had been in prison for three months after they finally decided she was gone. She…She wouldn’t have survived…

“And now that you know, the clock is ticking Tommy. Will you lose her and have to deal with another ghost? Of course, I can make it simple. Let me out and I’ll give her right back.”

Tommy shook. He had mourned for her. He had stopped…looking for her…

Shaking his head, Tommy stepped behind the barrier, it going up, shocking Dream. No, Tommy needed to make this right.

“I’ll find her. Suck it, green boy.” Tommy snarled, before stepping onto the bridge.

“YOU WON’T! SHE’LL DIE BEFORE YOU FIND HER TOMMY! ONLY I KNOW WHERE SHE IS AND SHE’LL STARVE SLOWLY!”

But Dream underestimated Tommy’s determination…

…

“PHIL!” Tommy shouted on the walkie as he sprinted back for his hotel for his gear.

“Don’t talk to me, Tommy! How could—” Phil started to yell at him.

“(Y/N) IS STILL ALIVE!”

“W-What?” Phil stopped.

“I went to Dream to revive her and he admitted to taking her. She’s still alive. We need to find her now!”

Tommy slid slightly as he got to the entrance of the hotel before dashing in.

“H-How, what?!”

“IT’S A LONG STORY NOW WE NEED TO LOOK! We need to every fucking place Dream’s ever been!”

They had figured she had been kidnapped. They just hadn’t known by who. Dream had been prime suspect, but even then, he had an alibi; and at the time, they couldn’t exactly search the most powerful man’s places.

“O-Ok. Ok! I’ll get everyone!”

Tommy grabbed his gear and went to meet with everyone else. The search was back months later but they had new information. Dream was tricky with his hiding and everyone had to be clever as they went into different corners of the world…

Tommy didn’t sleep for two days as they searched everywhere they could as his thoughts went rampant. What if Dream was just messing with him again? Lying to get him to let him out! What if Tommy had just given everyone false hope…

Then as the sun just breaking into light purples on a new day, Tubbo cried out on the walkie.

“WE FOUND SOMETHING! WE FOUND SOMETHING IN DREAM’S BUNKER!”

Fear didn’t even grip Tommy as he sprinted for the nether portal. Tubbo, Ranboo, and a small crew of others took to the task of taking the bunker physically apart in hopes to find anything.

Tubbo justified by saying this was where Dream had held his biggest cards. He wouldn’t have kept (Y/N) too far from there.

Tommy stumbled into the room as he saw Ranboo standing back to be there if someone got stuck as Tubbo, Foolish, and Jack carefully digging around a mechanism they had destroyed. Tommy pulled out his own pick and joined them.

After some time, they managed to crumble away stone into a hallway.

“I’ll go,” Tommy muttered.

He hated the tight space of the hall but he had to know and if it was a trap, he wanted to take it. Carefully going down the hall with his axe instead, he didn’t go too far before he found a door. Opening it slowly, he found a plain room and…a little girl in a dirty blue hoodie spinning around bored in the room.

“(Y/N)!” Tommy choked on a sob before dashing into the room and hugging her tightly.

She yelped in surprise before grinning widely. “Uncle Tommy! I told Dream you’d visit!”

Tommy cried as he squeezed her. She was so naïve as always. She hadn’t changed in the missing months…He missed his niece so much.

“Your crying! I don’t have any blue.” She said, looking around the empty room.

“I-I’m ok (Y/N).” He laughed quietly. “They’re happy tears…but there’s a ghost that would love to see you…”

She gasped. “I missed daddy! Is he here?”

“No…but I know he’d love to play a game of hide and seek…”

“Ok, do you have any food? The tall man hasn’t brought me any.” She explained as he stood up.

He frowned in confusion before his eyes went wide. The person that had been helping Dream while he was in prison.

“(Y/N), what did she look like?” Tommy asked quickly.

She shrugged. “He was very tall and he wore funny clothes and he wore a mask.”

“Like Dream’s?”

She shook her head. Tommy frowned deeply. Who the hell had been helping him?

“I don’t have food on me but I’m sure Ghostbur will gladly give you dinner.”

She grinned as he carried her out. The others cheered seeing the pair, sharing hugs with her as Tommy continued to hold her. Everyone over the radio celebrated as Ranboo made the announcement. Phil nearly collapsed in happiness when they got to L’Manberg, relieved he hadn’t lost another child he had helped care for.

Reluctantly, before Tommy brought her to the sewer, Tommy told her not to tell Ghostbur about her “trip”. It was a little secret between the two of them. She promised not to tell and Tommy brought her into the sewer, seeing Ghostbur was doing his daily morning to find his little blue. He hid (Y/N) in a barrel he knew Ghostbur checked before rushing out.

He waited by the door as he heard a cry of laughter, smiling lightly before leaving, his work done.

“There you are little blue! It’s breakfast time, not time to play hide and seek!” Ghostbur laughed, hugging the little girl tightly, not really understanding why he had before he gasped hearing her stomach rumble. “You’re starving! Let’s have a big breakfast!”

She giggled, agreeing with him as she snuggled into him.

“Your hoodie is getting dirty, we’ll wash that before we go visit Phil and Tommy, ok?”

“Ok, daddy. I love you.”

“I love you too my little blue. I love you so much.” He muttered without thinking, nuzzling the top of her hoodie.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #ghostbur x reader #tommyinnit x reader #dreamsmp x reader

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findingjoynweirdstuff · 3 years

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Dream SMP Recap (June 24-25/2021) - Cow Quackity / S.U.S. Toll Company

After Quackity turns into a cow and Wilbur eats him on Bad’s chill stream, the two make a hit song together.

Later, George joins in and things become even more chaotic.

The next day, while working on “L’Wallburg” to compete with Bad’s apartment in the same area, Foolish has the idea to join forces with Bad instead of competing all the time. The two get together with Ponk to create their new tollbooth company:

Super Umbrella Scheme

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Foolish

BadBoyHalo

Foolish

Captain Puffy

[Foolish’s second VOD was deleted]

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JUNE 24

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- Ponk, dressed up as Robin, notices Sam AFK by the bank. They try to get some Pillagers to attack Sam, but it doesn’t work

- Instead, Ponk pushes Sam into the spider spawner, then releases the spiders and watches Sam get eaten alive

- With Sam dead, Ponk puts his things in a chest and takes the Netherite set, leaving everything else. He goes to hide it

- Later, Ponk meets Foolish at the Community House as Robin and Batman. They go down into the basement to discuss. They may need new identities. Their crime-fighting days are over

- Ponk tells him that they are going to be Sherlock Holmes and Watson. That’s the extent of the report, so the two of them part ways

- Back at the valley, Ponk puts up a giant Foolsamponk picture and a photo of a rice cooker

- Bad and Wilbur log on. Bad notices a new structure built where the L’Sandburg tollgate used to be and wonders who’s behind it. Bad has been building up L’Sandburg’s walls in the meantime

- As Bad searches around for Wilbur in Las Nevadas, Quackity joins VC and gets a cow as a stand-in. Bad spots Wilbur nearby

- Bad tells Wilbur that the cow is Quackity and puts a leash on him, explaining that a witch turned him into one similar to how George was turned into a pig

- Wilbur asks where he can find food around here, and Bad tells him he can kill the cows in the pen. Bad tries to explain to Quackity how he is a cow. Wilbur asks Bad to tell Quackity that Wilbur wants to eat him

- Wilbur sets Quackity on fire, but Bad puts him out with water. Wilbur says Quackity looks tasty. Bad throws him bread and steak, but Wilbur refuses

Wilbur: not as succulent as him

- Bad leads Quackity over to the Eiffel Tower away from Wilbur. Wilbur opens Bad’s stream to find them

- Wilbur joins VC and Quackity asks if it’s true that Wilbur wants to eat him. They start discussing lactose intolerance

- Wilbur sets off TNT, then lights cow Quackity on fire. Bad is unable to save him and the Quackity cow drops a piece of steak. Wilbur asks for the meat

- Meanwhile, Quackity as a human has come over to Las Nevadas. They set off more TNT

- Wilbur holds a piece of steak and munches on it, telling Quackity that it’s his meat. Quackity asks how he tastes and Wilbur begins describing it in great detail

- Quackity asks him to describe the texture and Wilbur does, again, in great detail. (I'm not going to transcribe this)

- Wilbur then walks over to DogChamp, saying he would kill the dog for another bite. They quickly stop him. Wilbur tells Bad to get him more Quackity meat. He then turns to Quackity and tells him to turn into a cow so that Wilbur can cook him up and eat his meat

- Quackity goes over to the cow pen to be with the other cows so that he can become one and starts mooing

- Wilbur kills another cow. Quackity has taken off his clothes and continues mooing

- Wilbur takes the initiative to end the bit

- They swim over to Eret’s pyramid with Wilbur repeating everything Quackity says in an American accent. They discuss what animal Wilbur would be. Perhaps a sheep. Bad finds a cod in the ocean and decides on that

- They go up to Ponk’s base and look at the photos. They notice that Sam is crossed out in one of them but don’t know why

Quackity: “Do you wanna have sex in this room?”

- Bad goes to tell him “language” and Quackity scolds him for walking in on them. Wilbur considers it, then mines the floor out from under Quackity, who falls to his death

Quackity: “Is that a yes?”

Wilbur: “I like a man who can take kinetic energy.”

- Bad gets a crossbow. Quackity has an announcement: the wine stream is still happening!

- Quackity gets back to the pyramid and falls to his death again. While they retrieve his items, they chat about fan interactions

- Quackity wants to adopt the dog that played Beethoven in the Beethoven movie and Wilbur breaks the news to him that the dog is probably dead. Quackity doesn’t want Tom Arnold on a leash, and they find out that during the filming the filmmakers apparently used a “mechanical dog-dog suit”

- Wilbur explores the Beethoven fandom Wiki

- They talk about music they’ve been working on. Bad says if Quackity keeps swearing, he will “break out the hammer”

- Quackity shows his recent project. Wilbur says it’s “bloody-muffin-fucking great”

- Wilbur and Quackity work on the song together. The sound is...beyond words

- When they are finished, Quackity says that he thinks Wilbur is giving him too much credit, and he should instead be on the feature list. He wants Wilbur to have this song

- Wilbur declines, saying he would be honored if Quackity didn’t put Wilbur’s name on the song

- Quackity thinks Wilbur should feature it as a Lovejoy song. Wilbur has joined a new band to release the song called “Placeholder,” after which he will immediately disband the band

- Quackity tells him that the song is Wilbur’s baby and he really wants Wilbur to have it. Wilbur tells Quackity that he loves him and that Quackity should have the song. Quackity says he would die for Wilbur, and that Wilbur should have the song

- Wilbur says he will name his firstborn "Quackity,” and he thinks Quackity should have the song. Quackity says he will name all his future family members “Wilbur Soot” (pronounced ‘suit’)

- Wilbur then says he will kill endangered animals for Quackity

Bad: “That’s not something you should do!”

Wilbur: “I will do it for love.”

- Bad asks if he can have the song. Quackity doesn’t say his next bit aloud

- Wilbur understands that Quackity would do that, but he would physically drown for Quackity to have the song

- Quackity says that he will get an astrophysics license, fly a rocket into the moon to get in a national story so that when they find the notepad on his phone, Quackity’s one will would be for Wilbur to have the song and release it under his name without any credit to Quackity

- Wilbur understands this, but says that he would invent a Doomsday device the likes of which the world has never seen and will never see again with which he would hold the world hostage with one message: to tell the world that this song is written solely by Quackity

Wilbur: “That’s what I’d do for you.”

Quackity: “...Okay!”

Wilbur: “Cool, alright, now we’re settled. Hey, Bad, how’re you doing man.”

Bad: “Hi! I’m so perplexed.”

Wilbur: “I’ve got a Doomsday device to make.”

- Bad befriends a pig and names it George. He leads the pig and the red sheep away from Las Nevadas. They continue chatting for a while at the Punzo Chunk

- Later on, George, “master of lore,” joins in

- Bad shows them the heads he got from DreamXD and offers to trade Karl’s to get Ant’s, Sam’s and Puffy’s from Foolish. Wilbur asks how one gets heads, and Bad tells the story of DreamXD logging on

- Bad gives George his own head and George logs off. Bad offers Karl’s head and George returns, so Bad kills him and gets his head back. George drops a stack of nametags, a stack of TNT and a stack of levers

- Bad repeatedly murders George and sees a squid that flies

- George chases after Quackity trying to kill him with a bone. Quackity runs, setting everything on fire behind him. Bad follows and tries to put everything out. George eventually kills Quackity, then Bad kills George

- Bad accuses George of abusing his op powers to get Netherite armor as George chases him down

- Wilbur sings the Drake and Josh theme song in an American accent while George attempts to murder Bad in a pit

- George accuses Bad of turning the server off, but Bad says it’s a scheduled restart

- George kicks them from the server and un-whitelists them both

- Quackity gets back on and slays George

- The three of them continue to spar some more for fun

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JUNE 25

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- While Foolish works on building a room by the Punzo Chunk to compete with Bad’s, Bad logs on and drops by

- Bad tells him he’s building in Bad’s apartment. Foolish tells him he’s just making L’Wallburg

- Bad says he will charge Foolish rent to live here, but Foolish declines

- They argue back and forth about whose place it is as they work on the walls

- Foolish has the idea to join forces

Foolish: Bad what if we are landlords together

Bad: o_o

Foolish: we have been fighting for afar too long

Foolish: What if we put are talkents togerth

Bad: o_o

- Bad says he’s charging rent. Foolish asks what if he charges Bad rent. They argue about charging rent on each other

- Bad charges Foolish 850 diamonds. Foolish tells him that Bad has been on his property for five minutes, which means he must pay 9,000 diamonds

- Again, Foolish suggests they instead work together. Bad brings up the idea of taking over a central location like the community Nether portal that they can charge people for. Foolish likes the idea

- They work on the apartment some more and start bickering over who’s caused more problems in their rivalry. Foolish attempts to explain it metaphorically

Foolish: “There was once a shiny rock, okay? And this shiny rock was just trying to go to the ocean and have a good time and lay there in peace. But then, this crusty old seaweed came along to the seashore and just got up all in the shiny rock’s business. And then the shiny rock became a little more dull with the weight of death looming, Bad.”

- Bad takes offense to this and also claims that he made Foolish’s build much better by adding a tollgate to it

- They negotiate percentages of the profits and head off to the Nether portal. Foolish asks if Bad has a suit. Bad replies that not only does he look very dashing already, but the last time he wore a suit, he tried to kill a lot of people

- Foolish suggests they call it the Ratgate. They wall off the portal

- While visiting the summer home, Foolish finds out about the new building on the path. The two suspect a third party may be at play

- Foolish tells Bad about how they have a tollgate set up in Las Nevadas. Bad is offended that Foolish made him take down his tollgate but set one up elsewhere. They start arguing again over who had rightful claim to the path

- They admire their work on the new tollbooth. If people don’t pay the toll, they die

- They rehearse it. Foolish switches personas and becomes a L’manburg Llama who asks Bad where L’manburg is -- he heard they needed his help a few months ago

- Foolish critiques Bad’s performance, as Bad didn’t ask for the toll. Bad said he still got something out of it -- a nice compliment

- They rehearse it a second time, this time with Foolish as Palpatine. It ends with Bad attempting to kill him

- As they discuss how the second rehearsal went, Ponk logs on and walks through the portal while they’re distracted

- They go through after him to seek him down. If they let him get away, they would be the laughing stock of the tolling community. Foolish wonders if they’re dealing with Ponk or Robin

- They find her at the summer home. Ponk runs into his shack and they knock on the door

- Ponk comes out of the shack and they tell him that they’re vacuum salesmen. Once inside the shack, they confront him about the toll

- Ponk doesn’t buy their claims and they go back to the tollbooth. They tell them to pay with compliments

- Ponk retrieves a book from his Ender Chest and goes up one of the tollbooth towers to place a piece of TNT. He tells them that he has claimed the tower

- Ponk starts running, placing TNT all over while the two chase after to attack

- After “the Battle of the Nether Portal” subsides, Ponk gives them the compliments

Ponk: “Bad, is your nickname ‘Google?’ Because you’re all I’m searching for.”

...

Ponk: “Did you get your suit at Dollar General, Foolish?”

- Because Foolish takes some offense to this, Ponk throws him some Netherite ingots. Bad wants that compliment

- Ponk and Bad go up into Ponk’s tower to whisper amongst themselves. Ponk is going to record this and use it as part of the lore suit against Bad. Bad already has ten lawyers

- They go back down and Ponk tells Foolish that Bad said the toll doesn’t have to be paid. Bad is confused, and Foolish pulls Bad aside for a meeting behind a wall of TNT to whisper amongst themselves

- Foolish points out that they could use a third person for the tolling business, and Ponk’s the most trustworthy person Foolish knows

- They go back to Ponk with the business proposal. Foolish says if Ponk makes enough money, they’ll give Ponk a Supreme car at the end of the year

- Ponk becomes sad at this, because Bad destroyed the Supreme Fridge and that’s why Ponk is suing him and Puffy

- Bad says that Foolish allowed them to demolish it. Foolish quickly denies this, but Bad claims he has a written document signed by Foolish. Upset, Ponk asks if this is true. Bad says Puffy has it

- Ponk isn’t sure who to believe anymore

- After they spot Bad lurking beneath the rainbow, they hold him at knifepoint asking for his pot of gold

- Foolish suggests the three of them forget everything that’s happened and just run their tollbooth together. Ponk proposes they tear down Bad’s house instead

- As they explain a potential plot to toll everyone further, though, Ponk starts to come around to the idea. Foolish wonders if they should toll the prison. Bad says they should toll everything

- The next place they decide to toll is the Community House, and they start setting up gateways there. Foolish asks Bad who he would hypothetically be in an alternate Batman universe. Bad would be Alfred

- They decide on a name for their tollbooth company:

“Super Umbrella Scheme,” or S.U.S.

- They do another rehearsal at the Community House gate. It goes very well

- They go to the spider spawner. Bad has to leave, and Ponk speaks with Foolish one-on-one, leading him down the tunnel to the Eggpire cloak room to search through the chests. Foolish hesitantly peeks around the corner into the Egg Room...

- Ponk tells him they’ve got their next disguises as Watson and Holmes. Sam has mentioned that he’s missing a sword and wants to hire them to find it

- With that said, they say their goodbyes and leave

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Upcoming events remain the same.

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts

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pparkerpoetry · 3 years

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Face Reality (Part 1)

Title: It’s Better This Way (but then why does it hurt?)

"Really, it was Ranboo’s fault, he figured, because if he hadn’t been so stupid, surely he wouldn’t have clung to a business relationship and blown it out of proportion. It hurt now, but he hoped that the pain would dull. He hoped that now he had gotten away from everyone who he cared about but never cared about him, that he would be able to find peace.

It was better this way.

Then why did it hurt so much?"

Part 2

Masterlist

His hands were shaking in the cold, or from stress, he couldn’t remember which one. Maybe it was both. His hands were shaking, his head was pounding, and the comfort room that he had built so carefully did nothing.

His pets did their best, but there was nothing to be done. He was too far gone at this point, and the tears welling in his eyes couldn’t be stopped. There was nothing that could be done to stop his breath from becoming faster, there was nothing that could be done to stop the soft endermen warbles from leaving his throat.

Well, maybe one thing. But it was impossible. There was no way that he would be calmed down by anyone, not when he had overheard what they’d said. No one would hear him and hold him in a warm embrace to comfort him, no one would bother to find out just how messed up he was.

No one was going to take the time out of their stupid days to help him. He just wasn’t worth it, in their eyes.

Ranboo buried his face into the fur of his dog, hoping that his tears would be absorbed rather than hurting him. He didn’t want to deal with more than he already was, it would just add unnecessary complications to what he was about to do.

He stayed sitting for a while, admittedly, but once his noises had quieted and his shaky, suppressed sobs had stilled to slight hiccups, He stood up. His legs were unstable, but he walked, leaning against the wall to reach his chests.

He filled his inventory with as much as he could carry. He left anything that he could easily get again, he got all of his pets standing, and then he clambered up the rickety ladder. It was dark, and only one lone light was on in the cottage that Ranboo stared at longingly.

It’d be so easy to reach out.

Ranboo started walking towards the cottage, but he didn’t stop. He kept walking towards the portal, only pausing when he heard the telltale sound of a door opening.

“Ranboo, is that you? What are you doing up?”

Oh, Phil.

He didn’t turn around. He didn’t want Phil to see his puffy eyes, his wavering smile. “Oh, I was just going to see if I could find any mobs, get some experience. Chat with some endermen if they don’t get scared. Don’t worry about me!”

It was spoken with such obviously faked cheerfulness that Phil must’ve known he was lying. He had his pets on him, why did he need a parrot to go mob hunting? He didn’t turn around, surely that was suspicious.

There were so many things wrong with his alibi, but if Phil noticed the hybrid’s voice cracking with sadness, he didn’t say anything. Why would he? He just gave an “Okay.” and shut the door softly.

Ranboo let out the sob that he had been holding in, stumbling forward and away from his home house. He could find a nice place, rebuild. Find peace.

Then why was he so sad? Was it because he had thought he had finally found people that cared about him? Was it because he had thought that he could finally be himself, and not hide who he was? Was it because all of his hopes amounted to nothing, only serving to crush him more? Was it because, with all of the people in this forsaken land, he was still lonely?

He remembered to take a deep breath, although it was probably closer to a sharp inhale, as he trudged through the snow and to the shimmering portal to the Nether.

He didn’t know what it was, but something in him made the Nether seem so unappealing that he just sat in the snow for a little, thinking. It would be dangerous for his pets, and he didn’t want anything to happen to them...

At the end of his train of thought, Ranboo gathered his pets and started walking to the coast. He didn’t know why, until he was staring down through the water at the stone of a Fortress.

Should he?

It was with startling clarity, then, that he remembered what his people had said to him when he wanted to reach the overworld.

“You can go, if you so wish, but it is a land of evil. You will find no comfort there. You will come back to us, crying, and will know that we were right. You can go, but be prepared to be faced with nothing but sorrow and pain. Do you want to go, child? Then go, but never come back. We will no longer want you here. We will have nothing to offer but a turned side.”

As Ranboo stood in the sand, looking down, he pondered on those words. Would they accept him if he pleaded long enough? If he cried enough? Would he find peace in the land that he had been so eager to leave as a naive child, only to discover that the way back was sealed?

He remembered the fear that he had felt knowing that the choice was permanent back then, but would it be now? This wasn’t the same place he had emerged.

He made a split-second decision, diving under the surface and ignoring the stinging of the water on his face that made him wince. He landed on the cracked stone, not surprised that there were torches everywhere. What did he expect- humans to not meddle in business that wasn’t theirs? To leave what was peaceful alone? Not the humans he knew. No, they only knew war and manipulation.

He wandered the halls, looking for the portal, patting his pets occasionally as they followed him. He almost wanted to leave them here, but he couldn’t ensure their safety. Not with humans. They were better off with him.

Ranboo almost laughed at that. Nothing was better off with him.

Eventually, he found the portal. It was in a room that had clearly already been found, but the portal wasn’t lit. The space in the middle was filled in, and it looked like someone was using it as a table. It was a good thing he knew who, but his heart still burned with rage at something so important being disrespected and demoted to something as domestic as a table.

Time passed in a way that he couldn’t quite grasp, but at some point in his contemplation on whether it was worth it, he heard a noise from the hallway. He didn’t move, because he figured he knew who it was.

He was wrong, of course. Just like he always was.

That didn’t mean he had no clue who the being was when he turned to look. He had seen this god, many years ago when he was a child.

“You want to go back?” The voice wasn’t natural, but it seemed similar to the one that haunted him in his darkest moments.

“I’m thinking about it.” Ranboo responded, sitting down on the cold floor.

“You realize you need me to light it? How were you going to get there?”

A heavy sigh passed through the hybrid that looked so small there, on the stone. “I was going to cross that bridge when I got to it.”

It was quiet, but the deity took pity on the child. “I’ll do it.”

“What?”

“I’ll light the portal for you. Help you get back. I can’t promise they’ll accept you back, and I’ll have to close it once you’re gone, but I’ll help you.”

Ranboo scoffed. “Don’t try to be all buddy-buddy with me. I’ve got nothing left to offer back for it.”

It grew dark, as if the being was sucking light from the nearest sources. The black aura around it grew, as its wings fanned out. “Don’t mistake my duties for kindness. You got out, I’m getting you back in. You are going to be just as alone in there as you are out here, it makes no difference to me.”

“Maybe it’ll hurt less in there.” Ranboo whispered. Then, “Light it.”

In a split second, it was done. The black expanse of starry night beckoned him, so Ranboo stepped up to it. Before he entered it, though, the god spoke again.

“If they come looking for you, I’ll let them in. Maybe you need someone to find you, show you they care.”

As Ranboo ushered his pets into the portal, he straightened to his full height and stared the deity in the eyes, ignoring the sudden urge to attack. “Don’t bother. They’ll never look for me.”

And, just like that, he was gone.

The god gave a slight chuckle as he moved to put the portal back to as it was, only the ominous purple particles giving any clue as to what had just happened. “I don’t know what they’re doing to these kids, but it’s a good storyline. Maybe the script’ll be even more angsty. Ranboo is carrying that, though. Maybe they won’t even use Pandora’s Vault- but you never know.”

And, just like that, it was quiet in the tundra again, the first hints of dawn clinging to the skies. In the distance, a shack lay abandoned, and the people in the cottage slept peacefully. They didn’t know why, but their dreams that night were of a land with pitch-black skies and flying cities.

They spared it no thought. It was just a dream.

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Ranboo emerged from the portal, and was greeted with silence, just as it was with the silence of the snow. His soul felt torn, part of it glad to be back, one hating it.

He held his head high as he carried his pets to find his old home. Maybe they hadn’t destroyed it, yet. Maybe they had so little faith in him that they knew he’d be back.

The island he was on seemed so... dead. Empty. No endermen were there.

Ranboo pushed down the feeling of unease that he had. Now was no time for being sick. Not when he needed to travel over the void.

He found the hidden pathways that all the inhabitants of the End used, feet moving almost mechanically as he found the city he needed. His old home.

When he entered the old house that he had been given, off the side of one of the bigger buildings, he was greeted by one enderman. He was startled by the sudden interaction, but then the other started talking.

“Hello, child. We knew you would be back. You’re later than the books said you would be, though.”

The garbled speech surprised Ranboo, and he struggled to remember the tongue that he had once been so fluent in.

“I am. Where is everyone?”

The enderman gave a short little scoff. “Gone. Packing. We’re leaving the city. We knew you’d be back and want no part in it. You’ve fallen far, child. You have forgotten our language, you embraced the overworld as your own, you smell of humans. We said that we would not accept you back, and you dared test that? You are on your own, and have searched for comfort in the wrong place, hybrid.”

The way that that word had been spoken hurt Ranboo, as if he wasn’t worth as much because of his heritage. He kept his tears at bay, getting his pets to sit down in their new spots.

He didn’t register the enderman teleporting away, but when he stepped into the city he got no comforting welcome, he got no pitied hugs, no one offered him words of advice. They all walked past him, humming, as if they didn’t see him. As if he didn’t matter. As if he was invisible to them as they abandoned their life-long homes to get away from him. No arms circled around him to hold him as he broke, no one gave him the attention that he needed so badly, that he had traveled so far to try and find.

It was then that the tears fell again, finding a new path down his face as the old ones had scabbed over. They burned him, but it didn’t matter. He was even more alone now.

“Please,” He cried. “Please, I’m sorry. Please, I just want a home.”

There was no answer to be spared for the boy.

“Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be quiet, I’ll gather stuff for you. Please, I just want someone, please-”

There was no one to respond to his call.

“Please,” He warbled, letting the enderman part of him come out more. “Please, just answer me.”

There was no change in the crowd of lanky, black bodies that gave him a large berth. There was no comfort to be found in those long arms. There was no love in the screeches.

The sobs that racked his body didn’t stop for hours and hours, maybe more, because the sky was no good judgement of time. It was just a dark expanse, almost as unwelcoming as all of the failed versions of family that Ranboo had searched for.

When he looked up next, the city was abandoned for good. It was just him, alone, with no one but his pets to cling to for sanity.

He stayed sitting on the vaguely dusty ground for a while, numb. He’d lost three homes, in just a few days.

As much as he wanted to beg to go back, beg on his knees that he was wrong, beg and plead and hope that someone took pity on him, He knew he couldn’t. He knew he didn’t belong where the sky moved and had colors, he knew that no one would take pity on him, he knew that no one actually cared for him.

He had to face reality. No one cared for him, they only used him for as long as he could provide something to them, no matter how many things he gave, no matter how many times he searched for even a semblance of a family.

As he trudged back to his small little house and tried to sleep, hoping his dreams would take him far away from where he was, or better yet not even wake up, he was only haunted by the words that had caused this whole thing in the first place.

He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. He really didn’t, but as usual, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

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“So, now that we have a base and we have a plan, who are we going to invite to join us?” That gruff voice was Techno.

Base? Wasn’t their base just their cottage? They had another one?

A softer voice. Phil. “Maybe Niki? She seems pretty against L’manburg now.”

Techno scoffed. “She’s making some land with Fundy, I think. We’ll have to see how that plays out, keep an eye on them. My voices are saying Ranboo, what do you think about that, Phil?”

“Ranboo could be a good choice. We’ve been kind to him, and he’s useful with all of the gifts he’s been giving us. The memory issues might be a problem, though.”

The pig hybrid hummed, before speaking again, “Wait, we could use it to our advantage! Tell him he’s part of it, get him to go feral on whoever we need him to, drop him off at his little shack, and he forgets. It leaves us clear of the blame, it’s perfect!”

Ranboo felt as if all of the air had been knocked out of his lungs. Techno wanted to get him to join their… whatever, and get him to be violent? Phil would refute it. He had to.

“Hmm, maybe.” Phil said. NO, Phil, no, please, don’t agree- “Actually, yeah, that could work really well. He’s got ties with Tubbo, ties with Dream. He can get in places that don’t trust us. Plus, if he keeps giving us gifts, it’s definitely worth keeping him around. Large profit.”

They laughed a bit, and Ranboo slid down the door that he almost opened before catching wind of their voices. He pulled his knees to his chest, ears still picking up their conversation no matter how much pressure his hands put on them.

“The only problem is I hope he doesn’t get attached. He’s had a rough time, but I’m not sure he’s aware that this is a professional relationship to benefit each other, not a familial one.”

At those words, Ranboo stood up, and teleported to his comfort room. It had been a while since he lost control of his teleportation, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t even register which one said that.

He had thought that this was his chance, his hope for a life that didn’t kick him down all the time. He guessed not, though, if he was nothing but a means to an end, a money giver, a source of information and nothing else.

__________________

He needed to face reality. Phil wasn’t a good father to his other sons, what made him think that he would be a good one to him? Techno wasn’t a brother, he only cared about anarchy, and if Ranboo was the way to get it, why would he mind housing the hybrid?

Really, it was Ranboo’s fault, he figured, because if he hadn’t been so stupid, surely he wouldn’t have clung to a business relationship and blown it out of proportion. It hurt now, but he hoped that the pain would dull. He hoped that now he had gotten away from everyone who he cared about but never cared about him, that he would be able to find peace.

He didn’t expect to have to find it alone, on a floating island surrounded by nothing but darkness, with nothing but his fading memory and a vague sense of direction connecting him to the family that never saw him as more than a weapon.

It was better this way.

Then why did it hurt so much?

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@tommyapollogist sorry, i gotta write more ranboo angst i guess

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ro2m · 3 years

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Survival Island: General Mobfarm

Last week was an adventurous one. I finally went to the Nether, fought tons of baddies and acquired leather regardless of the lack of cows in order to build an enchantment table. I’m striving for upgrades in the upcoming weeks, so let’s dive straight into this week’s project: The general mobfarm.

In order to use the enchantment setup, and possibly mending in the future, I need experience. A lot of experience. One of the fastest and easiest ways to get that, is by killing mobs. The nice thing about mobs, is that they come with itemdrops aswell. Once this farm is built, I’ll be rolling in the bones, gunpowder, string and more! General mobfarms do require quite a bit of space though.

So why is my mobfarm placed in the ocean as oppose to on one of the islands? Wouldn’t the islands be easier accesible? It’s got a couple of reasons:

- Saving precious space on the islands

- Less hostile mobs spawn in the water

- It leaves more options for decoration in the future

- I can afk 3 geodes at the same time

This is the mobfarm fully built in survival:

It looks janky and isn’t the prettiest thing I’ve built in my life. I’d been meaning to build this farm sooner, but it takes a LOT of resources. I’ve easily spent 27+ stacks of cobble and another 10+ stacks of netherrack on it. The blocks here were easiest accesible and are bound to get replaced in the future when I get to decorating it. In the spirit of 1.17, I’ve used tinted glass for the dropping chamber (and also because I’ve been gathering an absurd amount of amethyst shards).

The farm isn’t a specific design of someone. I know the basic mobspawnmechanics and some basic redstone facts and I simply smashed those together. The only thing in here that has been designed by someone else is the dropper-hopper timer next to the sand, which I’ll get to later in the post.

Alright, time to run some numbers:

In the picture above you can see the dimensions of a base layer. Mobs spawn on two sides with trapdoors (blue area) that open and close with the dropper-hopperclock on the right that flush them into the middle two waterstreams. The waterstreams are placed 2 blocks lower than the lowest spawning platform, so that mobs (except for spiders) don’t go back up onto platforms. They then fall down the dropshaft which is 23 blocks high, leaving all of them (except for spiders) at half a heart. This makes them easy to kill. The platforms are built 2 blocks above each other so that endermen don’t spawn and thus leaving more space in the mobcap for zombies, skeletons, creepers, spiders and the occasional witch. The sand on the right is placed on top of a regular piston, which is hooked up to an on/off switch at the wooden platform. When the piston is turned on, the sand will be pushed up and thus transmit signals from the dropper-hopperclock to the rest of the farms. Without the sand, the farm basically turns off.

Now you’ll notice the open space marked with a red circle. I had to take one water source out, due to the repeater on the block behind it not activating it. I tried many things, but couldn’t find a way to work around it without completely changing up the whole dimensions. The farm ran well enough to convince me to just leave it.

The wooden platform where we’ll be killing and afking is placed 100 blocks above sea level (so at y=163). The mobfarm itself is placed 24 blocks above it (but the mobs will still fall 23 blocks because the hoppers are placed at y=164).

The design as is, isn’t the most efficient of it’s kind though. The game goes from the bottom of the world up to buildheight to calculate where mobs will spawn. This means that if given enough space, most mobs would spawn closer to the bottom of the world. If I had chosen to afk above the farm instead of below, I could’ve placed the mobfarm 100 blocks lower and thus increased the droprates of the mobfarm. I would’ve also had to make some adjustments to the way of killing, but that wouldn’t have been much of an issue.

It’s also important to know that hostile mobs start spawning 24 blocks away in a spherical radius from the player, and they will instantly despawn once they are outside of a 128 block spherical radius of the player.

This knowledge about distance for hostile mobs and the way that the game decides where to spawn is mainly why you see skyblock players build their mobfarms as close to y=0 as they can.

Oh, and before I forget. My trip to the Nether last week also gave me acces to soulsand, which allowed me to make a very fast water elevator. And to get back down I just have to do a leap of faith.

The afk platform looks quite simple. I have storage for the drops, a grindstone to de-enchant mobloot, a safe time-out corner aka the afk-spot, an on/off switch and an autosmelter to smelt armor and tools. I can also swap the campfires out for slabs, so that I can alternate between automation and manual killing.

Now onto the dropper-hopperclock:

Like I mentioned earlier, it isn’t my design. It’s made by a youtuber called ‘’Kysen’’. He made a very clean video explaining the mechanics of this clock and how to build it. Most compact redstone clocks use slimeballs for sticky pistons, but since I currently dont’t have acces to those I had to try something else. I timed my clock at 40 items which equals to 16 seconds (1 item=0,4 seconds). As always, a link to the video will be down below in this post.

To finish it off for this week, I’d like to share the yield of 1 hour of afking after cleaning out the chests and geodes:

I’m quite happy with these results. The mobfarm like I said could’ve been more efficient if I didn’t want to put an exp option into it, but these drops are plenty for what we’ll need in this world. The lack of sheep problem has also been pretty much solved with the amount of string this farm yields. The amethyst shards are slightly dissapointing, but remember that not all budding amethysts are exposed yet. I’m certain I’ll be rolling in the amethyst shards as this blogpost series progresses!

That’s all for this week. It was very fun to do a more technical post like this. As I’ll be building more farms, more posts like these will be made! Next week’s plan is the transformation of the Nether portal island, I’ve got a design in mind that I think you all will love.

Dropper-hopperclock: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l08o0_sWdeE

-RO2_

#minecraft #minecraft 1.17 #mob farm #redstone #survival island #survival

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thespiantherepist · 4 years

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Android Iida x reader Smut

For all my nasties.

It only started as overheating in the groin area for Iida. He normally never had an issue with seeing you change. Hell, you had asked him to help you change before!

He's had his hands on your nekid body!

He has seen your chest!

Why now is another part of his body warming when he sees you?

All of this was thought of as he walked into your steamy bathroom. You were naked of course, you had just gotten out of the shower, why would you have clothes on?

But he felt weird, his nether regiond felt like a streinous pain in his pants. The gears in his mechanical lungs wheezed in strain, and discomfort.

He handed you your towel.

Thanking him you grabbed it, ans wrapped it around yourself.

He persuaded himself not to look down.

'You're not a deviant Iida! Dont do this, its time to leave now.' He thought to himself as he stood frozen.

"Iida, did your systems freeze again?" You asked, putting a hand on his bicep. You looked at his eyes in playful concern.

"N-no my star," He said shakily, "However, I feel as if I must bring something to your attention."

"If this is about you wanting to marry me, im aware, you've told me three times today! You said cheerfully, lightly punching his forearm.

He breathed in deeply,

this troubled you.

He was worried about something...

You could feel it.

"My star, I think I've been having some... program issues."

"Whys that man?"

He paused for moment, "I get all warm when I see you nude."

"Yeah dude, that happens to everyone," you said nochalantly. You moved to hug him, but he stepped back, supporting you by the wrists with his hands.

"No, I mean..." He trailed your hand downward, until it rested right above his crotch.

He bit his lip, and closed his eyes.

You lightly shook your hands from his. You knew exactly what to do.

You reached to his shorts instead, letting yourself pull them down.

"M-MY STAR THAT'S INDECENT!"

"Its supposed to be." You said seductively.

Even then you were confused as to why your dad gave your android a dick. Or a sex drive.

(dadum tsss)

Youd never seen it before, but you were intruiged to say the least. Especially since he was starting to struggle.

He looked down at you while you continued, not wanting to stop you. He knew about sex, yes of course. However he didn't know that he could have a drive for that sort of thing.

Yet here you both were.

When you got it out you where a little intimidated.

'Dad. What the.fuck?'

There was no need for your dad to make your android this big. Did he do it anyway?

You bet your dumbass he did.

Your energy drink driven, blonde, cockateil of a father gave your android a big dick.

Why?

Maybe he was trying to tell you something.

You leaned back, taking a full look at it. Surprised with the craft.

Iida looked at you concern in his eyes, but also...

Surprise?

Had he never looked at himself?

He cleared his throat, chuckling awkwardly,

"I uh, never actually have seen it , or th- thought about it much." He said sheepishly. You looked up at him, kind of surprised.

'Hes never looked at it?' You thought, 'Hes probably never touched it either?'

You lightly trailed your hand along the top, watching as the member twitched.

You realised.

Your dad put waaayy to much effort into this.

'Why does he need receptors?' You thought, shocked.

"Tenya?"

"Keep going my star." He said, a pleading tone laced in his voice.

You smiled up at him. You wrapoed your hand around his member, and lightly started pumping him. He put a hand over his mouth at the sensation, the mechanism within his chest unit buzzed with acknowledgment to the feeling. He hummed in thought, savouring the feel of your hand on his member.

You decided to go a bit faster.

He was taken by surprise when your hand started moving at a faster pace than before. He placed his hand atop your head trying to stabilize himself. He rubbed his thumb iver the top of your head, soothing you whilst you commited to your progressions.

You slowed down again, this time lining your mouth by his member.

"Iida?" He looked at you his eyes blown wide in surprise, and lust.

"My star?"

"Do you want me to continue?"

"Please." He said pleading, gently placing both hands on your head. You smiled up at him.

Taking him into your mouth you hummed a little bit. He groaned loudly as he felt your lips connect with his member. Lightly tilting his head back at the sensation.

Once you felt like you could breathe again you started to pull you head back, then down again. Setting a rhythimic pace for both of you.

Iida felt the buzzing near his groin come back harder, even though he had you beneath him.

"M-my star, I hate to ask this of you but could you g- ahh, go faster?" You looked up at him, and blinked in acknowledgement.

You bobbed your head faster, sucking harder on him to gain a heaftier response.

"Ooh, My star I didnt say you ha- ahhh~d to d-do all that!" Iida himself was seeing stars at this point, and he couldnt care less. He pushed his hands harder on your head guiding you. You sped up more, having Iida openly moaning at this point.

"Ahh~Hah! St-taar!" Iida felt something collectively growing in his body, his inner mechanisms going wild. Red lights filled his vision, and the red light on his neck turned on.

"My Star, I th-iiink, I-I ahh~" At this point he was openly wheezing. You got far enough down to where his tip touched the back of your throat, and he broke.

He kept you down, as liquid flowed out of him.

'What. the. fuck. dad?' You thought as the liquid trailed down your throat. You pulled back perplexed, opening your mouth letting some of the liquix spill out.

Iida nearly short circuited. The beautiful sight was nearly captured on his eye cams.

He groaned, kneeling down. He grabbed your cheek, and kissed you deeply.

The liquid tasted like Vanilla. Which also perplexed Iida.

"My star what?"

"I dont know."

He chuckled with you a bit. Brushing some of the liquid off your lips. He picked you up from your butt. Placing your legs on his hips.

You smiled at him sweetly. Pulling him back for another kiss.

He walked into your bedroom, lying back into your matress. Keeping you on top. You sat back up, grinding on top of him slightly. He placed his hands on your hips.

"Iida, im going to start." You said, lining your entrance up with his member. He nodded.

You tried to slowly lower yourself onto him. Keyword,

Tried.

Iida got surprised pulling your hips down farther than you wanted to go.

"AAAH~HH!" You moaned in pain, stilling yourself on the base of his member.

"My star!"

"I-its fine, give me a second you said. Adjusting to the painful sting he left you with.

You sat still, feeling as Tenya traced invisible hearts onto your thighs. Leaning up slightly to kiss a line up your stomach.

"A-ah Ten. Im going to go now."

You rocked your hips agaisnt him gently, causing him to groan in satisfaction. You bit your lip, pushing yourself up a bit before psuhing back down. You slowly got into a rhythm.

From under you Iida huffed lightly. Bringing his hands back up to steady your hips. This spurred you to go faster, using your thighs as leverage to bounce yourself further down. Moaning as you did you.

Tenyas hips rose to meet yours as you quikened your pace, trailing up, and down, his member hitting all the right spots inside you.

"M-my star, ahh~ Youre doing so well. You take me so nicely." You shuttered at the praise, leaning your head into his palm placed by your head. You sped your lace up faster. Lewd sounds comig from beneath you.

You leaned forward from the stimulation. Creating a bridge over Tenya.

You pushed your hands on his shoulder, going harder than before. Both of you eager to meet your release.

"Nyeahh~ Tenya!"

"Come on My star I feel it, do you?"

"Yes!" You moaned loudly, feeling yourself coming closer. Suddenly you felt yourself being rolled over.

With Tenya over you he slammed into you at a brutal pace. Hitting your g-spot every time, he had you seeing stars, as your eyes rolled back into your head.

"T-tenya! C-coming!"

"Yes My star, please with me!" He leaned down, kissing you deeply.

With one final push you both came to your realease. You felt a warmth seep inside you.

"Ooh~ Tenya."

"I love you Star."

"I adore you Tenya."

He noticed the game that you were trying to play.

"I know." He said in playful cockiness.

"Hey!" You laughed with him. Chuckling as he pulled out.

He left for a second.

Coming back with a towel he cleaned you both up. He smiled, kissing your neck while you giggled.

"Tenya stop!" You said smiling.

"Mmh... no I dont think I will." He said devilsihly as he leaned down, blowing a raspberry on your stomach.

"HAHHAH! TENYA STAHP!" You laughed loudly as you hit his back, lightly.

He smiled adoringly back up at you. Lying next to you happily.

You cuddled into him happily, eyes falling like curtains over your eyes as you drifted to sleep.

#android iida x reader #iida x reader #Iida smut #robot sex #Im kinda new to writing smut #It gets fluffy

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zeta-in-de-walls · 3 years

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My thoughts on the MCC games

So my mind is still dwelling on MCC. Damn, I loved it.

I thought I’d share my thoughts about each game! (Note: I always watch Tommy for MCC.)

Big Sales at Build Mart. It’s alright. I think it’s good as an early game - I enjoyed that it was first this MCC, allowing the teams to get used to each other and it didn’t matter too much in points. Whereas I kinda dislike it late game - it’s not one I want to be high pressure. In some respects its a lot more chill as you’re less directly competing against others and more working together to build something. It still feels tense and as a viewing experience its alright but painful to see streamers making mistakes which they inevitably do as its so high pressure. The changes of getting rid of the boats was so, so good. Losing Buildmart before was often because you failed a turn and lose so much progress which was way too devastating. much easier to navigate now too. (I didn’t like how in one build Tommy couldn’t see a block properly under glass, but usually the builds are very nice.

Hole in the wall - this one I’ve always really enjoyed watching. It’s a fun game with a great level of difficulty. Tommy’s pretty good at this one too and I like that he has a real habit of messing around in it. This game is the one where Wilbur lost his voice in MC11 after too much shouting. In MCC13 it was singing christmas songs. Something about it just makes everyone want to mess around. I like how although its mostly a solo game, team communication is useful ust shouting out colours and shouting out warnings. I saw Vikkstar being warned about approaching walls before they killed him a couple times by his teammates for instance and I like that. (Contrast ace race where its so hard to give much meaningful advice.) That said, the game is extremely glitchy! Hbomb demonstrated it this round but people have always been sliding through walls plus players with higher ping get an advantage. I would understand if they wanted to shelf it. I think it’d be hard to fix - 40 players in one area with moving slime walls will be so hard to handle. I wonder if they could have 10 separate maps instead or something to make it more feasible to play as I’ll be sad if it has to go.

Skybattle - really really fun from Tommy’s perspective! You can tell he loves it so I love it too. Rounds kinda have a tendency to all end the same way with little bridges towards the centre, might be cool if there was some existing narrow walkways to the middle as well and maybe new maps though I do like the current map as well! Hah, but yeah I love it! It’d probably be too much played too late but its the absolute perfect mid round game and every MCC there’s always really cool exciting plays. Its really fast-paced which sets it apart.

Survival Games - it’s a classic. probably a little frustrating points wise as its a single round meaning an early death is so costly. survival points in this one are worth so much. I seriously enjoy it though it is not one you want too late in the tournament. Also a good opener as its not too intense from the start, even if it gets pretty intense as the map shrinks. The maps for these games are always awesome and well-designed. (I think puffy might have fallen in an inescapable hole though? She was getting attacked at the time so maybe it was escapable but yeah - careful playtesting is important to make sure no spots like those exist. Which is hopefully the case!)

Ace race - I greatly enjoy this game. Tommy’s generally surprisingly good at it which helps. It just seems like a really fun minigame to play. Obviously this MCC the map had some errors and was maybe too confusing. The map was long and every moment had something new to process, a chiller section or two where you can observe and take it in a bit more would have been nice. It is a little fiddly with a lot of different mechanics leading to glitches. Tridents are just annoying! But its one thats a good time. I only dislike how its so much a solo experience - you can try and give advice to your team but its so hard to give useful input unless you’re right by your teammate. I quite enjoy this one being fairly late game as its exciting but not so harsh as the elimination games.

Battle Box: very cool game assuming the map’s fun! (Some MCCs had ones I didn’t care for.) And they remember to never ever give any players TNT ever again. There’s a bunch of tactics to employ, custom items, flanking. It’s just a really nice strategic mini-game. I like how its lots of ranged combat and there’s enough rounds that you don’t feel too bad about a mistake. It’s good anywhere in the tournament. Glad it got added to the practice server as its a lot of fun to watch streamers just play. Though they don’t ever practise the wool rushing tactics on there. xD Shame Tommy’s not built for this game though.

TGTTOS: I love this game! Lots of fun to watch and its kinda solo but also you can help your team and work together with some effort. Hmmm... though some of the individual maps for this game can be very hit-or-miss. I think generally you want like at least 80% of players to complete the map. A few of them have been too long and hard. Lots of punching goes on in this game and I kinda don’t mind. The one with the wool targets was probably a little too confusing. I like most of the original maps for this game aside form the cliffside punching one though I understand the same maps every time would be bad. Rocket jumping seems kinda finicky so I’m not a fan. Tridents, elytras, ice, and bridging are all great fun though and I do enjoy the variety. Again its good anywhere in the tournament!

Parkour Tag - Not a fan. I like it in concept I guess but aah the scoring is annoying. It gives you points for survival which is so dependent on the person hunting you and it feels like there’s strategy about choosing the hunter for each opponent but in reality there’s not. I kinda wish the same person could be the hunter every round just so one person has that role. The maps have never felt that fun as it generally feels like scrambling around. Also this game rarely shifts the scores much at all, the ways points are awarded is just too strange. Maybe a bigger map and longer rounds? I don’t know though. This game is terrible as an end game and I guess its okay earlier. Yeah, I really wish there was a good parkour type game but this one isn’t it for me. (this is still much better than Parkour warrior mind!)

Rocket Spleef - Alright. I feel like this is one that’s hard on new players as rocket jumping is odd - getting kills in this game is also not easy. Hopefully they practice the mechanics on the practice server. That said I do enjoy this one quite a bit, it’s fun to watch. The deal breaker is the map. Some maps are just way better than others. I think by the end of a round the maps should be pretty much destroyed and I think it’d be awesome if rounds ended with only one or two people left alive. As long as its got a good map though it’s plenty of fun! It’s exciting without being really intense or high pressure and three rounds is a good amount. Good anywhere in the tournament.

Bingo But Fast - I don’t know how I feel about this one. Please don’t do it the nether again, that was too much. xD I think this game is too intense for me - it’s really fast-paced as completions start happening right away and earlier ones are worth more points. Also it’s another that is stressful to watch the streamer play non-optimally. That said it is an interesting game and I think its cool to have a mode like survival minecraft - generally I like how many games highlight different fun activities in minecraft. It’s such a varied tournament! Again I like this one best mid-tournament, not too late or too early. Maybe I’d like it a bit more without the locking out. like after the first five completions, the remaining completions of it still get a few points - a fixed amount. This is an interesting game but it’s also a really hard game!

Sands of Time - This one is pretty awesome. A lot of fun to watch even if its so so painful for a streamer to lose. Nice dungeon crawler feel, with cool maps and exciting traps. The vaults matter a lot to points. I like how less confident players can do safer stuff and its a very team-oriented game in the best possible way. As you don’t know how the other teams are doing it gets pretty intense and works well as a last game. Some traps are a bit annoying and I think ones requiring a second player are cool in concept but a bit too demanding. Also please please never make it out of snow again. People kept missing the snow! That was painful. Tommy’s interesting to watch and has successfully solved some risky traps even if he sometimes makes poor decisions xD

Damn this turned out long! Listen, I love this event. All the games are delightfully unique and challenging and fun to watch. These are just my personal opinions. This is such a well-made and impressive tournament with such a great variety of games testing different things.

Feel free to argue with me about any of these. Sorry parkour tags fans. xD

#mcc #analysis #thoughts #tommyinnit #long post #i would have ncluded the legacy games too but eh #footrace was fun but ace race is better #parkour warrior was alright at first before practicing and was more than due to retire #it did not fit in with the tournament #its too much an individual skill thing #and so frustrating to watch #lockout bingo also existed i guess #bingo but fast was an improvement i suppose #no strong opinions

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Dullahan Jaune and Centaur Pyrrha?

It had been a challenge, for both of them. Both Jaune Arc, a young Dullahan man, and Pyrrha Nikos, a young Centaur female, were in love (stupidly so, if one asked Nora Valkyrie, one of their teammates). Now, that wasn't what had people confused.

It wasn't rare to see Pyrrha lying on her side on her bed, with Jaune cuddled between her arms and forelegs as they relaxed...but how did sex work between them? After all, Jaune looked perfectly human as a Dullahan, his head just detached...but Pyrrha only had a human upper half, and the lower half of a horse. So, how did it work?

This was the question asked by many, although most of them had the tact only to ask in their minds. Others, however…

"So...how does sex between you two work?" Yang asked bluntly, staring at the two across their lunch table cafeteria.

The reactions were immediate, Pyrrha going stiff and blushing fiercely, ears twitching and tail flicking side to side as she stared at the blonde in shock and slight horror, and Jaune's head coming detached from his neck, his arms snapping out to catch himself before his face met painfully with either the table or the floor, while the others of their teams stared at Yang in varying degrees of shock or disdain.

"Yang!" was the unanimous cry of the five others sitting at the table with them, some of them angrier than others. The stacked blonde held her hands up in her own defense.

"Sorry, sorry, but come on, I can't be the only one thinking of it!" the blonde tried defending herself, but it fell flat under the intense looks of her friends. “They spend so much time hidden away in Pyrrha’s room, you know they’ve gotta be having sex! So, how do they do it!? She’s got the lower half of a horse!”

Jaune glanced at his girlfriend, and he could see the flash of hurt that was quickly hidden. He knew that she needed to leave. This was making her uncomfortable. With a silent nod, Jaune rose from his seat (Pyrrha was already standing due to her anatomy), and both quickly walked away wordlessly, leaving five of their friends to glower angrily at the sixth, who was shrinking in on herself, far too late in the realization that she had gone entirely too far.

Walking quietly down the halls back to their dorm, a special one with two bedrooms due to Pyrrha's unique needs, the redheaded centaurian cleared her throat nervously. "W-would you like to cuddle, Jaune?" Inwardly, the redhead cursed herself for asking something so cliche, so- “Sure, I’d like that.” shock filled her for a moment, before she eagerly nodded and opened her door to her bedroom.

As both entered they stripped off their school jackets, Pyrrha gently climbed into her bed, folding her legs and shifting so she was on her side, allowing her tail and modified lower clothing to keep her from being exposed.

She smiled softly as Jaune slipped into the bed with her, into her hold. She had always been embarrassed by the fact that she was an extremely rare Centaur female and being so much bigger than others, but Jaune...he accepted her, never shying away from her, even if his only real form of expression upon seeing her the first time was his head falling off.

That was actually part of how they had bonded. As the only two of Monster Descent in their year, it gave them a unique bond...one that that led to them actually kissing barely a month into Beacon, here in the privacy of her bedroom.

But still, they hadn’t done more than that. They had never had sex. Part of Pyrrha was sad about that, but she would rather be sad than feel the pain of what she feared would happen, especially since Yang had brought up something very sensitive. She feared that either Jaune would be put off by sex with her, what with her having an almost completely equine lower half (only her sexual organs were human-like, or at least, able to morph human like so a male could get her pregnant.).

One nightmare involved her being on her knees and just humped away at, unable to see her mystery lover or even be allowed to take any part in the act.

Another nightmare involved her losing control and accidentally crushing her lover under her lower half when she tried to be on top.

The worst nightmare she had was of her lover, that lover being Jaune after they got together, being utterly disgusted and unwanting to touch her if she mentioned sex, leading her to more often than not waking up in a cold sweat and and with hot tears streaming down her face, her chest heaving as she gasped for the air that her body demanded.

But, just as often as she had nightmares, she had good dreams, dreams that often had her awake, red cheeked and her nethers soaking, leaving her to shamefully grind her core against one of her specially shaped bedposts for relief, imagining it was Jaune playing with her.

But still, she had no idea how to bring up her fears, her wants and desires, with her boyfriend. Shaking herself from her morose thoughts, the redhead cuddled with her boyfriend. She at least had this...

Jaune lay in Pyrrha’s arms, the powerful thump, thump, thump of her heart resounding in his ears. He knew that Pyrrha was sensitive about her half human state, hearing her crying a few nights due to it when his head had slipped out of his choker and it had rolled off the bed, stopping by her door.

He had read up on Centaur reproduction after that in during his time alone, and was shocked to see how...mechanical it was. There was very little intimacy, usually it was just a quick mounting and rutting until climax.

He knew that Pyrrha loved intimacy, almost more than anything else. She loved to hold his hand, to kiss him; hell, he rarely slept in the main bedroom with Ren and Nora anymore since she loved to use him as a ‘living’ teddy bear!

So, he knew that Yang’s words had cut Pyrrha deeply by bringing up how different they were, anatomically speaking.

He swallowed. He would have to gather his courage and bring this up, since he knew his girlfriend was skittish about it. “Pyrrha...can I ask you something?” he braved, getting his redheaded girlfriend to glance down at him, a sweet smile on her face. “Of course you can, Jaune. Anything.”

Jaune took a deep breath. “Pyrrha, we need to talk about something important...we’ve been together several months, so I think its okay...have you thought about sex?” he felt Pyrrha stiffen and saw her cheeks turn a burning red. “Pyrrha?” he gently pressed.

Pyrrha felt her heart begin to beat faster in her chest as the topic she both feared and desired came up. Opening and closing her mouth several times, she couldn’t find the words, so instead settled for quiet nodding.

“What do you think? About us? Do you want to have sex?” he could see Pyrrha trembling, feel her arms tightening around him. He winced, wondering if he was wrong. “Pyrrha-”

“I...I do...b-but...are you sure? I know my body is so...different...compared to yours...” Pyrrha hated the fact that she sounded so weak, but she didn’t think she could take it if this turned out like her nightmares-her eyes widened and steam practically escaped from her ears as Jaune kissed her, firmly yet sweetly, cupping her face.

Pulling away, Jaune rubbed his nose against hers, staring into wide emerald eyes. “Pyrrha, that doesn’t matter in the long run...as long as we both want this, isn’t that what’s important? Do you think I care that you’re different than me? You never cared my head pops off when I’m startled or overly emotional.” reaching up, Jaune gently tugged at the thick collar he wore that helped his head stay connected to his neck. “What do you want, Pyrrha?”

Nibbling her lower lip, Pyrrha shifted, feeling herself getting wet in her hindquarters, her breath growing uneven. Even still, she felt sad, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to hold or kiss Jaune while he made love to her.

Evidently, she wasn’t so good at hiding it, since Jaune looked up at her in concern. “What’s wrong, Pyr? Tell me the truth.” he insisted, making her clamp down on her still knee-jerk reaction to deny her problems.

She shivered slightly. “I...it’s...I want to be able to see you, to kiss you and hold you, not just lay there and do nothing-” she found herself silenced by another kiss, this one very gentle. Breaking it, he smiled up at her.

“Pyrrha, do you want to know the best thing about both of us having our particular anatomy?” he asked, grabbing her hands and bringing them up to his face, having her cup his chin. When she did, he released her hands and moved his own behind his neck, working a bit before his collar popped off, revealing the extremely faint line that circled his neck. Seeing a confused look on Pyrrha’s face, he elaborated.

“Well, being a Dullahan and being able to separate my head can be beneficial in this case, right? We can make love...and we can still kiss.” Jaune shifted, an ethereal mist flowing out from the stump of his neck as his head disconnected, leaving his head in Pyrrha’s hands.

Pyrrha stared, wide eyed as her boyfriend came up with an answer (one so obvious she wished to kick herself) to her fears. She sniffed a bit, outright overcome with emotion, before kissing Jaune fiercely, putting every ounce of love and emotion she could into it. She gasped a bit as she felt Jaune’s hands gently beginning to unbutton her top.

She blushed brightly as her red and gold bra, custom made to hold her massive breasts, was revealed. She knew her bust was more than impressive, but it was that large for a reason-a centaur couldn’t exactly hold a foal in their arms. They had to rest on their knees and let the baby suckle from their breasts...not to mention the amount of milk necessary to satisfy a foal was large. She shivered, feeling her boyfriend’s hands gently running along her shoulders and over her upper arms. She was surprised, thinking that he would have tried going for her breasts first, but then, Jaune had never stopped surprising her since they started dating.

“Easy, Pyrrha...don’t be so tense. Its only us. We’re not being graded, we’re not being judged.” Jaune soothed his girlfriend as best he could, surprising even himself with how calm he was being. “Just do what feels natural.” he felt Pyrrha shudder under his hands as he gently rubbed his arms, and heard her tail swishing wildly a little ways away.

Pyrrha kissed him again, and he hummed, tasting the sweetness of her lips as his hands slowly ran down her arms, before moving back up and to her sides, thumbs rubbing the soft skin. He felt her legs shift as she did so, gently kicking the bedding as small whimpers came from her mouth.

Pyrrha was elated, but didn’t know what to do. There was so much she wanted to do, but she focused on kissing her boyfriend with everything she was, slipping her tongue into his mouth and rubbing against him, soft whines escaping her mouth as she felt Jaune’s hands rest where her human half merged with the equine.

It felt so good! Jaune’s broad hands shifted, spreading across her toned belly, slowly and every so sensually making their way up her abdominals. She moaned deeply into the kiss she shared with him, feeling herself getting wet underneath her tail, her core starting to wink as her arousal started burning within her and gaining momentum.

She pulled away from the kiss, both she and Jaune panting, before Pyrrha’s eyes widened and a loud squeak escaping her mouth as she felt her boyfriend’s strong hands cup her breasts, even if it was above her bra still.

“Still okay, Pyrrha?” she looked down at her boyfriend, cheeks flushed red and hazy eyed, equine ears twitching as she stared into the cerulean eyes she loved. She nodded, her head bobbing almost drunkenly. “Yesss…” she mewled as those wonderful hands gently squeezed her breasts, making her shift and wiggle around on her mattress. She never wanted this to end, she could just lay her forever and be touched by her lover…she barely noticed when Jaune’s hands slipped behind her back, but she did notice when her bra was unclipped and fell onto the bed, letting her massive breast hang free.

Emerald eyes snapped open and her cheeks burned in mortification, but she was comforted by the fact that Jaune’s eyes stayed on hers, even as she shivered and released a pleasured whimper as her boyfriend’s hands cupped her chest again, bare this time.

Jaune managed to tilt his head forward a bit, pressing his lips to hers once more, his own cheeks hot as he felt how impossibly soft her breasts were. His fingers sank into her flesh, feeling Pyrrha mewl her pleasure into his mouth as he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, the flesh firming and protruding outwards, pressing against his fingers. He felt the bed shake a bit as Pyrrha squirmed more, her breath getting more rapid, her hind legs kicking out.

Pyrrha whimpered as Jaune fondled her breasts with care, her back legs shuffling and kicking, tail flicking wildly as she felt herself dripping down onto the fine hair of her inner thighs. “Jaune…” she moaned, losing control of herself and hugging his head to her breasts, throwing her head back as he began kissing the flesh of her cleavage. “Jaune!”

Jaune groaned softly, his nose filled with the scent of cinnamon (Pyrrha loved the fragrance and wore it constantly) and he pressed his lips over every inch of skin between Pyrrha’s breasts, ordering his body to continue the plan.

Slipping away, Jaune felt his body make its way towards Pyrrha’s back and rear, and he continued with the rest of his plan to keep Pyrrha distracted, beginning to lick and tenderly nip away at the soft flesh before him. He found his head being plunged further into her cavernous cleavage, but couldn’t bring himself to care-it wasn’t like he actually needed air, what with his monster type.

Pyrrha gasped and whined, more arousal than she knew what to do with flooding her body. Her body was so warm, her lower lips so wet and aching. She wanted more! Her feet kicked out lightly and she moaned, before her eyes widened as she felt her boyfriend’s hands resting on her rear, rubbing her flanks through the rough textile. “Nehiiiiiehhh!” she slapped her one of her hands over her mouth in complete and utter mortification at the whinny that slipped out of her mouth, ears drooping low and cheeks burning bright.

To his credit, Jaune didn’t pause, even with her utterly shameful display. She was thankful for that, since it was so embarrassing to lose such control over herself like that. She usually had such good control over her base instincts.

Breathy pants escaped her lips as Jaune’s hands went for her belt harness, unlatching it and slowly beginning to move the fabric away from her rump, making her quiver as she knew what awaited beneath it. Part of her was sad that Jaune wouldn’t be able to see what he had done to her, but the rest was very grateful due to her feelings about him seeing her backside.

Instead she cradled his head to her chest, blushing deeply as she was laid bare, her back legs curling up and her tail flicking to the side on instinct, exposing her soaking core, which she could feel was winking, showing anyone who could see how turned on she was.

Jaune hummed, pressed between the heavenly pillows that Pyrrha called breasts, focusing on his sense of touch. This was going to be the delicate part; he was lacking classical ‘sight’ and relying on his heightened sense of touch. He rubbed the round swells of her muscled rear before slipping his hands down and between her hind legs…

Pyrrha let out another loud neigh, eyes going wide as hands slipped between her hind legs, questing fingers running over her netherlips with precision that she didn’t think a headless body could have. Her head thrashed, crimson hair swaying like billowing fire.

Fumbling, Pyrrha grasped her boyfriend’s head and pulled him out of her cleavage and kissed him fiercely, muffling the pleased whines and moans that she would otherwise be letting out. Her emotions were going everywhere at once. She wanted to do things, but her instincts were also telling her that her mate was caring for her, to let him do the work.

But then, she was doing things, wasn’t she? She was kissing her beloved, which was more than she ever thought she would be able to do when she learned about sex. She felt her core clamping down on the questing and probing fingers exploring her body, her ears drooping down as an orgasm threatened to burst forth through her. “Jaaaauuuuunnnnneeeee…” she crooned, moaning throatily as he felt herself clamp down on those long slim digits, flexing heartily in an attempt to milk them. Heavily.

Pyrrha stared down at her boyfriend, nibbling on her lower lip. That orgasm had been...wonderful, but she...she wanted...more. She needed more from him. “Make...make love to me, Jaune…” she whispered softly. “Show me how much you desire me…” her nethers slowly loosened, allowing his fingers to slip free from them.

Looking up at his girlfriend, Jaune swallowed, seeing her wide-eyed, lust filled face. “I will, Pyrrha…” he murmured, focusing on his body again, stripping himself of his own clothing, wondering if she could handle what was to come. Sex and combat were two very different things, after all. And he...wasn’t small. He could tell she had shifted her internals to be more like that of a normal man. Hopefully she wouldn’t be stubborn when he started entering…

Feeling the humid air around them brushing across his bare skin, he fought the urge to groan with relief as his cock was finally freed from its cloth prison. He looked up at Pyrrha, licking his lips. “I...I’m going to enter you now, Pyrrha…” he breathed out, seeing her eyes widen in excitement and her ears twitch.

He felt the strength of her flank underneath his palms, and shifted himself so his tip was pressed against her soaking core. Brothers, he could feel the heat radiating off of her. Rubbing against that soaking heat gently, he prepared to ease himself in...but Pyrrha had other ideas.

“Fuck! ME!” she cried out, throwing herself back, nearly knocking Jaune’s body down as she took him to the base, his thick cock spreading her wide, his tip tapping against the entrance of her womb. Pyrrha froze, eyes wide and going stiff, a strangled wheeze escaping her mouth as she fought the combating feelings of slight pain mixed with utter fullness and incredible pleasure. “Wha...how…?” small groans emerged from her mouth as she twitched and shifted, her breaths getting deep as her cheeks flushed. She looked down at her boyfriend, wide eyed. “So...big…” she moaned.

Jaune chuckled bashfully. “Yeah...it never came up...but...I’m rather...big.” he coughed lightly, looking to the side. He winced as he felt his lover shiver.

‘Big’ was a severe understatement. Jaune was huge, comparable to an actual stallion of her kind...how did he managed to hide such an endowment from her all this time? He slept in her arms most nights anymore!

The sting of the sudden stretch now gone, Pyrrha found herself basking in the fullness of her core. Her heart swelled within her breast. She was certain he was bigger than a Stallion, she was sure. She hummed, her pussy flexing hard around the invader within her. “Oh, Jaune…” she purred, looking down at her mate, bringing him up to meet her and kissing him.

Jaune shuddered. Heat. Tightness. Pyrrha had clamped down on him with such force that he was worried his dick was going to get ripped off, but it eased down a bit, allowing him to pump slowly back and forth within her. He moaned into the kiss that Pyrrha was giving him, having never felt this good in his life.

He slowly rolled his hips back and forth, both his and Pyrrha’s moans swallowed by each other’s mouths, their breaths intermingling.

Breaking the kiss, Pyrrha cradled Jaune’s head to her chest again, practically smothering him in her breasts, as she fell to her bed, moaning and whimpering into her pillows as Jaune rocked against her backside, her four legs kicking out every now and then from the pleasure. She cried out as Jaune picked up speed suddenly, his hands firmly grabbing her flanks and thrusting hard into her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. “Claim me, Jaune! Fill me! Make me your mate!” she cried out, already feeling herself getting close.

On some part it shamed her, being so close so fast, but she knew that this wouldn’t be the last time that Jaune would make love to her. If she had her way, Jaune would be loving her every night, filling her with his thick cock.

Jaune, surrounded by Pyrrha’s scent, could feel his lover getting close. She was rippling and flexing around him, almost attempting to milk him. He moaned, the sound lost within the flesh surrounding him. His eyes rolled back in his head as he heard a muted cry, reverberating around him, and her warm core flex and squeeze around him tightly. With a heavy growl, he came as well, his balls unloading everything they had within them.

Pyrrha cried out in joy, tears falling from her eyes as she was filled, warmth that could only be Jaune’s cum, spraying into her pussy in thick, hot streams, draining into her womb. While she knew she wasn’t in her fertile period yet, she couldn’t help but imagine their future foals. She slumped, trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, holding her boyfriend’s head tenderly. She felt him slump over her, and, pulling her boyfriend’s head out of her cleavage once more, gazing into his eyes tenderly, before kissing him once more, slowly, sweetly.

“I love you, so much, Jaune...my mate.” she murmured, kissing him repeatedly, her lips kissing every inch of skin imaginable. She felt Juane squeeze around her torso, and hum appreciatively under her kisses. “Love you too, Pyrrha...so much…”

Pyrrha cradled her boyfriend, her lover, her mate, to her as she settled into her bed, for once completely content with everything in the world as she and he slowly drifted off to sleep and into the world of dreams.

All was well.

#Arkos #Monster Girl AU #Centaur!Pyrrha #Dullahan!Jaune #Tender Moments

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Where Gods and Monsters Meet

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Disclaimer: This fic is based on the characters in the Dream SMP, not the content creators. Any views expressed in this fic are not a reflection of the content creators in any shape or form.

Summary: They stood in silence, their backs to the walls as they faced each other. If one took a step in one direction, the other followed in suit, effectively circling each other. As Technoblade looked over his old partner, his grin faded the longer he looked. He could read Dream easily, guess his next steps, gauge his reactions, and even guess his expression beneath that cracked mask. Technoblade realized with growing concern that isolation was affecting Dream more than expected.

Technoblade gazed up at the prison. The design was elegant, pristine, foreboding. Darkness resided there, amongst the obsidian and marble. He remembered Tommy’s retelling of his visit. More rivers of lava in one place than they saw in all of the Nether. A spot of hell above ground, held together by cold and unfeeling black. Techno pressed his lips together, hiked up the axe resting on his shoulder, and strode forward. He found Sam behind his desk, a book open on the lectern awaiting his signature and promise to behave.

“What is your relationship with the prisoner?” Sam’s voice brought him up away from the voices buzzing in his skull. Technoblade blinked at Sam, then raised his gaze to the ceiling stories high above his head as if he’d find the words hidden in the cracks and shadows. His relationship with Dream was… complicated to say the least. He respected him, with all that happened in the past. Though, recently, that had been called into question. He did not particularly like him. Well… No, yes, that was correct. But Dream and his goals had aligned in the past. He pressed his lips together as his gaze flicked back down to Sam, who was waiting patiently for his answer.

“We were business partners for a while, but after… L’Manberg, we were not. Would I like to kill him? Potentially, yes, I would. But not today.”

“Do you believe he was rightfully imprisoned?”

“Yes,” Technoblade replied with little consideration and little hesitation. Once the questions were complete and the book agreed to and signed, Technoblade ducked into locker one. He removed his armor, his weapons, his potions, and other such gear. He stored the keycard in his enderchest without even a cursory glance over it. As he walked out, Sam gestured to his crown. Technoblade shot back a challenging look.

“The crown stays with me. You can check it for traps, but it stays with me.” He offered Sam the crown for inspection. He took it with a soft huff and searched it for traps or hidden mechanisms. Finding none, he handed it back with a satisfied nod. The physical search was much the same: uneventful. The trip through security felt as though it should have been building up to something. Something important. A confrontation of sorts. But as he passed through the wall of lava, honey blocks squishing uncomfortably under his hooves, he found his destination less and less important. His reasons for coming, to satisfy his own curiosity and another’s fears, seemed anticlimactic. Even as he signed his lives away should something go wrong, it didn’t feel as monumental as it should have been. Though, perhaps, that was how things like this went.

“Does he know we’re coming?” Technoblade asked as he handed the last two signed books over.

“He will be able to tell someone is coming, but not who.” Sam frowned briefly, then searched through his pockets. “There’s something I needed to give him, but since you’re visiting,” he pulled out a clock and held it out to Technoblade. “Can I trust you to give it to him?” Technoblade glanced down at the clock and took it carefully.

“Sure.” He looked it over as he waited for the lava to fall, his weight on one foot. When the ceiling was visible, he took a few moments to marvel at the engineering of the prison before his gaze landed on the man in the prison cell. Even from this distance, even with the mask concealing his expressions, Technoblade could read his surprise from his stance. A smug smirk cracked across his face and he shifted his weight on his other foot, cocking his hip out. Dream had backed up, obviously thrown off by Technoblade’s appearance. Good. When the stone started moving across, he easily kept up with it. He strode across the lava, his smirk spreading into a grin. Technoblade’s blood sang with the voices in his head, their buzzing growing to a roar. Dream kept his distance as he approached, taking a few steps back from the netherite wall. He knew a dangerous animal when he saw one. His steps echoed around the small chamber. It was strange that the obsidian was cold, even as heat bloomed behind him as the lava dripped back down. When the netherite wall lowered, Technoblade stepped in, turned on his hooves, and grinned at Dream.

They stood in silence, their backs to the walls as they faced each other. If one took a step in one direction, the other followed in suit, effectively circling each other. As Technoblade looked over his old partner, his grin faded the longer he looked. Dream’s movements were less controlled, he noted. He could read Dream easily, guess his next steps, gauge his reactions, and even guess his expression beneath that cracked mask. Technoblade realized with growing concern that isolation was affecting Dream more than expected.

Dream eyed Technoblade, chewing his lip as they stood in silence. He discarded questions and tactics, already thrown off just from seeing Technoblade show up at all. The pigman didn’t strike him as someone who wanted to visit. Of all the times Dream visited him in the past, he hadn’t liked him around, hadn’t liked him just showing up out of nowhere. He tongued his teeth, pressing his lips together behind his mask, then casually shoved his hands in his sweater pockets. He tilted his head at Technoblade.

“Why are you here?” he asked bluntly, a twinge of annoyance sneaking into his voice. Technoblade snickered, enough to break the otherwise blank stare. “What?” Dream hissed, his teeth bared unseen.

“So straightforward!” Technoblade laughed some more before he regained his composure. His smile returned, at least briefly. “It looks like you’re losing your touch, being trapped in here. No quick wit and no bite.” He exaggerated the word, snapping his teeth together and flashing his tusks. The subtle tilt in Dream’s head told him that he was eyeing his tusks. There no fear scent—he’d never known one from Dream—but his caution was potent in the small space.

The two of them had faced off before many times over. The memories of each time left Technoblade’s blood roaring, the voices chanting, begging for more. It left him exhilarated. There was no creature, in the Nether nor Overworld, that was as dangerous as Dream. There was very little that could rival him, stand toe-to-toe with him and still have a chance to dare to be a victor. Tommy and Tubbo were lucky. They were infinitely lucky that near everyone they knew came to save them. There was only one person who could match Dream, had matched and exceeded him.

And he now stood in front of him.

“Well?” Dream prompted him. Technoblade hummed in acknowledgement, but didn’t answer. A low growl slipped out from behind Dream’s mask before he could stop it. The growl made Technoblade straighten, though he tried to play it off by shifting his weight to the other foot. “Why are you here?” Dream repeated, barely holding in his snarl.

“Oh, you know. To chat.” There was a pause, then he dug into a pocket and pulled out a clock. “Sam said to give you this too.” Dream eyed him, stepping forward to take the clock. He frowned at it as he turned it over in his hands. Why give him this? He glanced back at his other—

Oh. Right.

In a fit of sudden rage, he had thrown both the clock and one of the “novels” Tommy had ordered him to write into the lava. Sam had been… busy and was unable to get him another one for… a week? More? Time was already hard to tell in this world, let alone in the dark unchanging of the prison. Dream’s hands gripped the clock tightly, so tightly they began to shake. The gold and glass creaked as his fingers curved like claws. All his attention narrowed, focused on the clock. His rage boiled again, a snarl ripping through as his tight hold on himself loosened—

Hooved hands settled over his, interrupting his thoughts. Dream could feel Technoblade close, his chest rising and falling in slow breaths close to his face. Dream’s mouth was still bared in a snarl, his eyes wide and breath panting. Technoblade waited. Dream closed his eyes, allowing his breath to slow, his hands to settle. His mouth relaxed, hiding his teeth again behind his lips. His anger didn’t die out, but it settled. For now, he was settled.

“Allow me,” Techno whispered, taking the clock from Dream. There were holes in the gold where Dream’s claws had deformed it, but it seemed to still work fine. He hung it up, checking with Dream to make sure it was in the right spot. Afterwards, he stepped close to Dream again. Dream lifted his face up to Techno, afraid for the question that was sure to be on his tongue, but silently begging for him to ask.

“Take off your mask, Dream,” he said. Dream closed his eyes and started to step back. Techno let him, watched him move.

“No, no, Techno, you know I…” His hands clenched into fists, shaking again. “You know why I wear this, right? You haven’t forgotten that, right?”

“Intimidation?” Technoblade guessed, half a joke on his face. At Dream’s expression, he continued. “I know, Dream. So, you should know why I asked you that.” Dream tilted his head away, discarding responses and retorts. Finally, he undid the straps and removed the mask. The hair on the back of Technoblade’s neck raised at the sight of his eyes. They were always to first to turn when he removed his mask. Unnaturally green, the pupils thin and beaded like lizards he found in the jungle sometimes. He shifted his weight, his face blank as he watched Dream set the mask aside. He looked… not small, but vulnerable. Dream wouldn’t hide himself here, not in his presence.

Technoblade leaned in close, giving Dream a smirk. He kept his weight ready to jump back in case Dream snapped. He wouldn’t put it past him. He had done it before. Dream eyed him with his strange eyes, his expressions more open and readable now without the mask. Unnerving as all hell, though.

"There," Technoblade said with a small bit of mirth. "Now everyone can see your ugly mug."

Dream's eyes narrowed at him and he straightened. His lip lifted into almost a snarl, but then cool, collected Dream returned. He bounced back and forth on his heels, a slow smile forming. "With your face," he started, reaching up carefully. Technoblade watched his hand, waiting for the rest of his response. When Dream snatched the crown off Techno's head, he twitched in response. Dream glanced at it as he twirled it in his hand. "I think I'm just fine."

"You got a problem with piglins?" Technoblade growled, reaching to take the crown back. Dream flashstepped back half a step, just out of Technoblade’s searching hand.

"Nah. Just you." Dream rested the crown on his head and took a full step back. He twirled around on his toe, tilting his head with a grin at Techno. Technoblade could see his teeth turning now too, sharpening and filling his mouth too full. Finally, things were getting exciting. Dream stuck out his tongue, the fork in it more obvious now as the color changed to match his eyes. "Fitting, don't you think? I'd love to see you bow to me, for a change," he said, a snicker on his breath. Technoblade's gaze snapped up from Dream's mouth to the crown. The voices started buzzing in his skull again, sparked by desire blooming in his core.

"Bow? To you?" Technoblade threw his head back as he laughed. When he looked back at Dream, he found his gaze intense. Technoblade’s voice dropped into a threatening growl. "Not a fucking chance."

Dream hyperfocused on Techno, his eyes bright and grinning as he poked and prodded the tiger in its cage. He wanted to sink his teeth into Techno's flesh, taste the golden blood that sang to him, join his voice to the thousands filling Techno's skull until he reigned supreme.

The only noise in the cell was their breathing, their panting, each tasting the air to determine who was threat and who was fear. Who was predator and who was prey. Who would be king and who would be slave. Technoblade stepped forward and Dream echoed the step back. Another step forward and another step back, a dance each partner knew intimately. A giving of ground, a giving of trust. Dream felt the cold obsidian on his back, warming slowly outside in as lava dripped and popped around them. But still, he wore the crown.

“So,” Dream started, breathless as he tongued his fangs. “What was that about my bite?” Techno gazed down at him, his eyes glowing with a faint hint of red. Dream knew that look. And it took all his willpower to not drop to his knees and offer his own blood as sacrament. Technoblade tilted his head, gaze back on Dream’s mouth. He opened his jaws wide to show him. He knew Techno loved to see his mouth open, loved the teeth.

“Are those things even sharp enough to break skin yet?” Techno asked, not sounding convinced. The insult made Dream burn and he snapped his mouth closed, loud enough the sound echoed around the walls and back into his own ears.

“You want to find out?”

Dream saw his challenge alight something in Techno. He grabbed Dream’s chin and forced him to look up at his snarl. When he kissed him, it felt like a hurricane crashed into him. A giggly keen bubbled out of his chest as his lips caught and tore on Techno’s fangs. Dark blood smeared across their mouths and Dream felt his eyes roll back in delight. His hands clutched at Techno’s clothes, holding on as if it was the last thing grounding him to this plane. Techno’s tongue snaked past ruined lips, just under his teeth. Dream closed his jaw, the threat of a bite pressing down on the intruding presence. But Techno opened him up, exposing him for his pleasure. His tongue slid over ancient fangs that longed to sink into flesh, flesh with heart still beating, bloody, and struggling.

It felt like ages passed before they parted. When Technoblade moved away, Dream followed with a whimper. Dream watched, pupils blown wide from the dark depths of his desire, as Techno licked the dark blood from his lips. The intensity of Dream’s stare followed down his throat to watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“It’s been a while since I last tasted your teeth,” he said, breathless from the kiss as well. Dream’s hands tugged Techno’s shirt free and burrowed beneath to warm against his skin. Techno’s breath hitched. Dream took this chance to urge him closer.

“More,” he whispered, he begged.

“Needy,” Techno teased with a laugh. He obliged and kissed him again, the hunger and voracity returning in full force. It had been. So long. Since he had touched someone else. Technoblade felt real, a grounding force that he had missed. The teeth in his flesh, the hands pinning his wrists to the floor, Technoblade’s breath labored above him. It was real. And Dream never wanted to let go.

But all things must come to an end.

Technoblade released his shoulder with an annoyed grunt, tilting his head to the side. Dream blinked his eyes open and gazed up at his partner. He heard the crackling static of someone talking to Techno.

“Yeah? Bruh, come o—” he growled softly, then continued in a calmer tone. “Alright, Sam. Give me a few more minutes, then I’ll be ready.”

Sam. Dream’s claws clenched around Techno’s sides, his body stiffening. Techno was leaving. He was leaving and Dream would be alone in the dark with his clock and his novels. Maybe for days. Or weeks. Or longer. A horrifying thought occurred to him, one that left him cold and shaking. Technoblade might never come back. Maybe this was a one-time thing. A last fling before he left him alone forever. Technoblade hissed in pain, flinching back from him.

“Dream,” he said, trying to pull him arm back. Dream’s claws went tight like a vice, breaking skin. “Dream!” Technoblade shouted.

“You’re not leaving!” Dream snarled, the second set of jaws falling in place. Technoblade snapped his fingers in front of Dream’s face, snatching his hand back before he lost it to Dream’s jaws. “You’re not-!”

“Dream,” Techno called again, softer this time. He cupped Dream’s cheek and waited until his strange eyes focused on him again. “I will come back. I promise. When I can get away, I will come and visit you. But you have to behave for the time being. If you claw me up, Sam might not let me back in. So please,” he motioned to the claws in his arm. Dream stared at him, panting, whining, then slowly retracted his claws. His gaze dropped away from Technoblade, guilt beginning to eat away at him.

“Hey, look at me.”

Technoblade watched as his partner lifted his gaze up. Dream’s hair was mussed up, his strange, strange eyes blinking openly at him. His mouth was closed and Technoblade could tell Dream was trying to hide his features again. Couldn’t let Sam see. He rubbed his thumb on Dream’s cheek, allowing a rarely soft expression to show on his face. “Beloathed,” he said. Dream’s tension softened a touch at the pet name. Technoblade knew he liked hearing it, liked being called those things. Technoblade had thought it stupid the first time Dream asked, but it grew on him over time. “I will come back. I promise.” He stood up and reached for Dream’s mask. He handed it back to Dream, coaxing him up to a sitting position. Dream hesitantly reattached the mask back on his face, then lifted his face up towards Techno.

Technoblade nodded with a firm nod, hid his arm in his robe, and called Sam. As he walked back across the lava, he glanced back at Dream. He was watching him, sitting just against the wall. Waiting for his next visit.

#dream smp #dream smp fic #technoblade #dream #kismesis #pitch romance #dream is not human #mystuff #i've honestly been really scared to post this here on my tumblr cuz idk how the response to it is gonna be #but it did super well on ao3 and i've been vaguing about this fic for about a week now #technoblade and dream's dynamic is very pitch romance imo and this was very fun to write #technodream #sort of

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