#DreamSMP fanfiction

[thenaiads]

DNB Royalty AlphaxOmega AU

Omega!Prince!Techno x Alpha!Former Prince!Dream, with Dream as the unwilling Bottom of the relationship 😏😏😏😏

Credits: @zethsnex for writing this beautiful masterpiece 🥰🥰🥰🥰 @thenaiads Me because this Au is my idea 🤣 LMAO

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Meetings were boring.

He could spend hours sitting and listening to a bunch of old Alphas and Betas complaint about whatever they didn’t seem fit for the Empire; Phil would sit next to him and take in most of what was said, answering questions that could have an easy fix if needed, while Techno would keep quiet and just jump in if it was necessary, which in this occasion, was almost unnecessary. He wasn’t in the mood for them, he wasn’t in the mood for this, the faint scent of lavender turning pungent by the minute until he stood from his chair and called the meeting off for another time. None of the elders said anything, they knew better than to make the emperor get them on his bad side when he was in a bad mood.

As the council exited the room, Phil stood from his seat and approached his friend, the pinkette’s left hand clenched a few times around nothing by his side, and the blond hummed knowingly. “Ya know I can take care of this stuff mate why don’t you go and relax a bit?” his grin only made Techno roll his eyes and scoff, he couldn’t be mad at Phil even if he wanted to, but, the idea sounded pretty enticing.

He walked to his quarters, the heels of his boots echoing through the empty hallway, the chill from the Arctic slipped through the windows, and long velvety curtains hung at the sides of each one, letting the natural light fill the corridor with cold shades. He got to a pair of dark spruce doors, his lips curved into a smile, he could already smell the overwhelming scent of his pet stinging his throat.

He opened the doors and entered the room, eyes meeting with a figure that fought to take a muzzle out of his face, making the chains latched to the collar on his neck clink as the links hit one another. The sound of the doors made the other man stop his struggle, a growl escaping his throat as the pinkette stood at the door’s frame. Techno snickered, stepped in and closed the doors behind him, the tangy odour of mint invaded his lungs and made his eyes water.

The growling continued as he approached, he took a good look at the man in front of him, it looked like he’d hurt himself as he tried to take the muzzle and collar off, his clothes had a few rips and torn parts, nothing that couldn’t be fixed, his dirty blond hair was a mess, going in different directions and still with a bedhead –how long had he been sleeping?–, drool dripping down his chin and into the carpeted floor, he tsked.

“Look at yourself, you truly are a mutt.”

“F-Fuck off…”

“Now, now, calm down pet, we’re having fun today.”

The blond heavy breathing calmed a bit, eyes focused on his every move as he unlatched the chain of the floor and made sure to have a good hold on it. Techno took slow steps backwards to the bed, chain pulled taunt to bring the Alpha closer to him, earning him a couple of snarls as he tugged it more than necessary from time to time.

“Let’s make a deal,” his lips curved as he spoke, eyes trailing up and down the other with hunger, the blond focused his eyes on him, interested by whatever the offer was, “I’m having a shitty day, make me feel good, and I’ll consider taking the muzzle off, and maybe, give you a little treat.”

Green eyes glared at blue eyes as he weighed his options, he’d been wearing that guard for a couple of days now, only being taken off when he had to eat, Dream knew the reason head it on, it was his fault for making the pinkette mad, he won’t try to bite him again if that meant he won’t be wearing the stupid muzzle.

“Be a good boy, yeah?” The sweet smell of lavender calmed the Alpha, his instincts going nuts as the light caresses from his mate took him under, his mint scent dropped in strength, the mixture of them making the blond’s head foggy, the Omega purred at the sight, so much training to reach something like this made it worth it.

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The plot:

So I had this idea after I read a dark story about King!Dream taking FormerPrince!Techno as a concubine, it was a porn with plot and I thought, what if roles were reversed? 😈😈😈

So, what if Dream got take as a gift to Prince!Techno? Techno here is a Omega but he dislike every Alpha that he meet because they always see him as inferior, even with his status of future Emperor.

Dream's kingdom give him away as a gift of peace (maybe because they lost a war, still deciding about that), because they know that Emperor Philza is still looking to someone that will take his son hand in marriage, and the idea was that Dream can't do much as a concubine. Basically the idea of Dream's kingdom is to get ride of a troublemaker-not-so-good-prince, and get in the good side of the future Emperor 😆 LOL.

The darker version is that Prince!Dream get captured and brought to Emperor!Techno (still to decide).

But in both version Techno (that is a Omega) has a resentment for alphas. He decides to keep Dream not only as a power move, but more as a way to stablish dominance over an Alphas, and because with Dream as a concubine Techno doesn't need anymore to deal with other rulers Alpha that would try to submit him because of his Omega's status.

@crivalsduo @justcallme-ange @mistythedritten @cleofast300 @morgueofstories @citrus-blade @bubble-popping @draconixiaa @cringe-y-gumi @aisharain @proditrix-ew @derekuura

Smut here 👇👇👇

This is the Part 2

Techno would use pleasure as both a punishment and a way to train his concubine in his new role.

He would use everything that he love (as an Omega) on Dream, they don't start sex all togheter, no… Techno knows that to make Dream give up he need to play the long game. Techno will give to Dream every pleasure and love 😏 And Dream actually love what Techno is doing, but his pride as an Alpha will not let him give up that easly.

(So in a way we have bratty Dream and Sugar Daddy Techno XD LOL)

Dream Alpha's pride going ballistic while Techno basically has his leash short and tight as fuck. Still Dream secretly love all of the attentions and care, and Techno can see throught his bullshit XD

last One:

One of the thing is that Techno would use to punish Dream is game where Techno would fuck Dre gently and slow (Dream love get destroyed), and call Dream his "beautiful little pet" and how much of a good "Omega" he is, all of this while Dre is tied up to the bed.

Dre during the punishments can't touch Techno or himself or even cum, unless he say all the things that Techno wanna hear, like calling Techno "Master", and say/admiting how much he love Techno's touchs and kisses, and a lot of other stuff and kinks 😌 uh uh.

This is one of Dream's outfit as a concubine:

If you people wanna use this idea then go, do it !!! But please tag me or send me a link in my ask-box or something, I need to see more of this stuff 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[calamari-minecraft-corner]

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Dream SMP

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF)/Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Sam | Awesamdude, Alexis | Quackity, Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Implied and mentioned c!dreamnoblade this is your warning, Both Dream and Cala are poly, Comedy, Fluff and Angst, Polyamory, Polyamorous Character, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Trauma, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Suicidal Thoughts, Dissociation, Derealization, Hurt/Comfort, Strangers to Lovers, Dimension Travel, Implied emotional/psychological abuse, Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, Post-Prison Arc (Dream SMP), Healing Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Healing, Intrusive Thoughts, this is very self indulgent, Threats of Violence, Death Threats, Happy Ending, Conventions, POV Multiple, POV Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Accidental Self Harm

Summary:

After a rather traumatic year, Cala decides to take a break from it all by going to a convention she frequents every year. With her girlfriend sick at home, she experiences the con alone as she cosplays from the Dream SMP and tries to make light of it all.

However everything changes when she meets another Dream cosplayer who has an almost too good cosplay of the man. This interests her and they begin to venture the con together for the weekend, not realizing that she stumbled into a complicated mess! Will the con weekend go unscathed? Or will it all be in vain?

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This is my fic adaption for my official Con AU on tumblr @ calamari-mcyt-corner! I hope you enjoy it :)

[snekkyfics]

Rules: Make a new post and post the latest line your WIP. Then tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

Thanks for the tag @thatonebasicfan

The relative peace of the past week – the boring, monotone, maddening peace that Tommy’s apparently been taking for granted – shatters in one magnificent swoop on Sunday.

From the second chapter of Bummerland. (which i hope to get out soon)

Tagging: @ghosts-and-blue-sweaters, @silvemoon, @blazeenzalkin and anyone else who wants to jump on!

[0p1er0]

GOOD FIC BY (__________) MCYT ADDITION 🐍🪽

Link in color means that the Fic has a series connected to it!

------------------------------DSMP🐍🪽

His curse of binding (X)

The Children's Rebellion - Aria_Cinabun (X)

Stay underneath my wing - sircantus (X)

Living in the Circular - skyestar7703 (X)

Tommy, Your Hufflepuff is Showing - LuminaStarCrest (X)

not every parent deserves a child - viarotea (X)

Yesterday - PageofTowers (X)

Picking Up Shards with Bare Hands - stray_user (X)

Bring Your Son to War Day - Sunshine_3 (X)

that's, like, a hundred miles - No_one_you_know (X)

shifter fics (X) by orphan account

Wilbur Soot's Guide to Being Adopted by Familiars - cupqueencake (X)

A Con Artist, A Mafia Boss, An Arsonist, A Hitman and A Delinquent Cause A Scene Outside Of A Bar - hyperbolic (X)

How Much Earth Do You Carry In Your Lungs? -Dragonire (X)

Crimson Sleep AU - Nefarious (neobendium) (X)

Four of a Kind - thunderbottle (Locked)

they call clouds of space dust a nursery for star (Anon)

--------------------------Crossover 🐍🪽

Evil X finds a child - DeadlyHuggles (X)

--------------------------Hermitcraft 🐍🪽

Covet - Oceanbreeze7 (X)

Heroes and Hermits - Algonavtor (X)

It's a Long Road Home - Hazelnuthelper (X)

Say Hello to the Reaper Kid - Paranoid_Pug (X)

the finch - Nicoforlife (X)

color theory - HaloRocks1214 (X)

gone but not forgotten is the perfect phrase - Wayward_Wren (X)

Welcome to the Panic Room - mayflowers07 (X)

Is That An AFK Grian!? - RavenDoesStufff (X)

Midnight Wanderings - Atherixx (X)

One great big psychotic dysfunctional family | Hermitcraft (X) series Orphan account

Grian's Guide to Survive (out if spite) - HaveSomeBlue_CalmYourself (X)

The Hermits and the Quest for the Cursed Crown - Goldstone_Wolf (X)

this is about a stuffed bird - Bee_4 (X)

--------------------Anything by _ Mcyt🐍🪽

Aria_Cinabun (X)

Phantomxlegend (X)

redcursive (X)

Drhair76 (X)

plantform (X)

SilverWing15 (X)

always_an_anxious_mess (X)

Leopardmask (X)

CorpseArt (X)

Sixteenthdays (Warning GORE)

[cloverlilly91]

I feel bad for what happened earlier so have a quick fluff short with Tubbo (You're Ranboo!)

Ranboo walked into the cabin, quickly making his way in front of the fireplace to dry off, the snow on his clothes melting and burning his skin before it evaporated. "Boo? Is that you?" A voice called from the other room. "Yeah, it's me," Ranboo replied, shivering slightly as he got closer to the fire. Tubbo arrived from the kitchen, holding a cup of coffee and handing it to Ranboo. He muttered a quick "Thank you" before taking several big sips. Excited grunts were heard, followed by hooves padding across the floor as Michael hurried over to Ranboo, hugging his father happily. Ranboo smiled, ruffling Michael's fur. "Hey there bud," he murmured. Michael gave a happy grunt, as if to say hello back. "He's been waiting for you all day," Tubbo explained, laughing a bit. "Well, I'm back now," Ranboo replied. "Got any info on...?" Tubbo prompted quirking an eyebrow. Ranboo nodded. "But I'll tell you later, right now I just want to be with my family. Warm, happy, and safe."

Told ya it would be short lol

[iworshipsappho]

Tommy heard Wilbur calling out to him, he heard the stupid and totally infuriating voice that he had so immensely missed and longed for.

Tommy didn't care that he was dead, he didn't care about Dream. He finally had Wilbur after all these long, tearful months, and that was the only thing that he cared about.

aka a lil something i cooked up of Tommy meeting Wilbur while in his limbo :]]

[theeclipticarts]

Finally finished a write up of Tommy's backstory for 'The Benefits of Honesty' for the first time! Thought that it'd be worth sharing it here (warning, it's pretty long!):

Tommy was raised in a family of liars. He was an only child, and had both a mother and father. They didn’t hate him, but they certainly didn’t love him either. His parents would lie all the time to him, to each other, and to everyone else. Being raised in this environment, despite his hatred for them, Tommy finds himself lying as well. He becomes a compulsive liar. 

His parents abandon him when they “go on a vacation” to Hypixel when he’s 13 years old. They lie to him repeatedly that they’ll be coming back soon, but that various things are stopping them from returning. Eventually their promises just never come, and Tommy is unable to establish contact with them. His phone calls bounce back and mail gets returned to sender. He never knows if they’re alive or dead, but he finds himself not really caring other than some bitterness. 

He struggles for the next half a year to survive, even more as the payments they were sending to keep him living stopped four months in alongside the communication. Thankfully Tommy has the apartment he grew up in for two years. Tommy is forced to quit school and teach himself through experience. He has to teach himself to cook, spend money wisely, perform first aid, and other basic life skills. He survives getting second hand things and using community food shelves to minimise the use of what little money he has left. No one will give him a job, and he had to escape the police being called multiple times. He was too stubborn to go into foster care. 

He’s 13 and a half when he finds Dream (who is a vigilante at the time) injured in a battle and performs basic first aid. Once he’s done though, Tommy leaves a note saying that he hopes Dream is okay, and leaves a neon green plastic cup full of water. He’s lucky because he has two, but hopes that his first one doesn’t break. 

Dream wakes up and begins a private citywide manhunt alongside his new vigilante friends Sapnap and George for his ‘Cinderella Kid’, though the media does notice that he’s looking for something and theorises. It’s hard, because all he has is a note, a cup, and a vague memory of him being blonde and blue-eyed. It takes him two months, but eventually he gets hurt again on a lesser scale and Tommy stumbles into him. Tommy says “Why do we keep meeting like this?” and Dream realises this is the kid he was looking for. 

Tommy is 13 and 8 months old and struggling when Dream finds him. Dream recognises that he is young and struggling despite Tommy’s lies, and wants to help him out. He refuses to risk putting Tommy in the vigilante spotlight by bringing him to the tower, or visiting as a vigilante, so he reveals his identity to Tommy. He ends up dropping by Tommy’s house several times a week. He teaches Tommy basic life skills, gives Tommy plenty of money to live off, and makes sure Tommy is okay. He re-enrolls Tommy into school, which Tommy struggles to get back into after almost a year off. Eventually Dream helps him get set up in an online school which Tommy continues until completion later on in the years.

A year and a half later when Tommy is 15, they have a massive argument. Neither of them really remember what it was about, though they think it either had to do with Tommy refusing Dream’s help or Dream becoming a hero, but it escalated bad enough that they split off completely. 

Tommy is kicked out of the apartment and has to use the money he saved up from his time with Dream to rent a new one. It's difficult finding a landlord that doesn't care but when he does it's luckily quite a nice place. He picks up a job at the local animal rescue not too far away, and begins making his own money. 

About a month later, Tommy finally gets his powers. It's a struggle for him to not excitedly tell someone, and he wishes he could tell Dream. Instead, he cautiously begins to use them and get better with them before making his debut as a vigilante. Tommy lies to himself, and swears that he isn't doing it because of how he looked up to Dream when he was a vigilante and still looks up to him now. He lies even more to himself that he doesn't do it to get a chance at seeing Dream again. 

He's 15 and a half when he meets Dream in the field for the first time. Their interactions are always slightly anxiety inducing, but as far as Tommy is aware, Dream doesn't know about his identity, and that helps a bit. They build up a basic but positive friendship over the years as they occasionally interact on missions. 

He's 16 and a half when Ranboo shows up and they have their first vigilante vs villain fight. Over the next 2 and a half years they build up a close friendship, even if Tommy refuses to acknowledge it and actively lies to himself about it. Ranboo doesn't do anything seriously villainous other than breaking into something now and then, so their fights are always more playful than genuinely dangerous or serious. Ranboo is Tommy's only real friend. He knows people and he likes his co-workers at the rescue, but he never gets close to any of them. The closest thing he has to a friend aside from Ranboo is his neighbour who checks up on him occasionally and sometimes invites him over for tea. His lies tend to drive them away if his constant distrust and difficulty getting close to people doesn't do it first. 

Tommy is 19 when the story begins. He hasn't seen his parents in 6 years and he barely remembers them. He hasn't seen Dream as a civilian in 4 years. He's been a vigilante for 4 and a half years, and he's been friends with Ranboo for 2 and a half years.

[casawio]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Wilbur Soot is Not Okay, Wilbur Soot Has Mental Health Issues, Wilbur Soot Has BPD | Borderline Personality Disorder, Sad Wilbur Soot, Resurrected Wilbur Soot, Older Sibling Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot and TommyInnit are Siblings, Wilbur Soot-centric, TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Angst (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot Angst, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit Angst, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit-centric, TommyInnit is Not Okay (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit is Called Theseus (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit's Personal Limbo (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot's Personal Limbo, Mentioned Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Abusive Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Philosophy, Self-Hatred, Resurrection, Resurrected TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Suicidal TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Suicidal Wilbur Soot, Hallucinations, Wilbur Soot Has a Mental Breakdown, Ghost Wilbur Soot, Mentioned Ghost Wilbur Soot, It/Its Pronouns for Wilbur Soot, also i wrote the whole wilbur scene aat the end at like 3-5am, aka Hallucination Time. so . that might explain some stuff with that, no beta we die like ccrimeboys sense of self, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Religious Discussion Summary:

The thing nobody tells you before revival is what comes next. So, you're alive again. What now? (and why did you deserve a second chance?)

(This fic is kind of experimental and was born out of my recent study of anatomy/philosophy. It switches between a narrative and an educational/philosophical style, especially in this prologue. It'll become more diegetic later on I thiiink. ^_^)

[hdsc-ace]

The Inbetween Glitch || Dream SMP

Rest of my work.

Warnings: none.

The Inbetween holds a glitch that can disrupt the dream SMP if let loose. Maybe they wanted to challenge that theory?

I hated it. I Hated every moment of the entire experience. How long was I there? Well, I don't know. But I did know it was trying to tell me something. It was like a story. No, another life. One I wasn't meant to know of. One no was meant to know of.

"It was never meant to be" The voice of one of the figures in front of me says above a series of glitches that appear from the dark void. After a second the picture becomes clear and the scene lays out. Two men stood in a small room as one of them pressed a button, setting off a bunch of tnt.

Despite how hard I tried, I was always unnoticed. No one saw me.

'Hello?' I quickly cried out, my voice but it was disoriented. I try to walk forward but the world becomes glitchy and slowly fades as it moves me back to the origin position I was in. 'Help!' I yell as my own voice glitches again.

It was like I was invisible, like a glitch in the system that affected no one but myself.

'Those discs are worth more than you ever were!'

'My first decree is to revoke the citizenship of Wilbur Soot and Tommy Innit!'

Not knowing terrified me. It all happened so fast and out of nowhere. I had no warning of what was going to come next despite how much I wished I did. I wished I knew more.

'It was never meant to be' Four people repeat at the same time, four people face towards me, saluting before disappearing.

But this story, the one the glitched showed me, it seemed that was already told but i was also a story that seemed like it would all be forgotten. It's difficult to understand.

I hear voices continue to repeat the same things as random images of places and people Of whom i don't know before they all stop.

Peace. That's what it brought me. Yet it wasn't just for a second before the glitches arrived and took me somewhere else, no, It stuck around.

I stand for a second in what seems like a white void before my surroundings change into a white palace. It was empty apart from a book which was lying in a stand in front of me.

That place seemed familiar. So familiar like I've been there before but I had no recollection of past experiences. It was like the place before, a forgotten memory.

But this place was different from everything I saw before. It was quiet, It caused me to hope for a break of my curse. Maybe It'll help me escape or figure it all out

Like any other normal person, I walked towards it and as I did the pages flip open until they land on a certain page. I started reading.

'Welcome to the inbetween. That glitch of yours is quite interesting, It can become very useful quite quickly. Yet that isn't the reason why you're here. But soon enough you'll understand. Just don't stray far from the path.'

That was it. That was all the book said. No story, no answers to my questions. Only more questions were caused to spark

I didn't know what path it was on. There were ledges and Arches with paths but not a single clear path. Now I wish it gave clearer instructions, then i wouldn't be where I am right now.

I jump as the book slams shut, signaling for me to do something else. Yet I was so confused, nothing,

I couldn't remember anything before the glitches.

I decided to walk down under the massive arch opposite the book to a massive tree.

I had no clue where I was going but I was going somewhere. But when I went around it I stopped as I saw someone.

"I didn't stray off the path." My voice glitched on the word didn't. "I strayed off the path" I repeat.

[ador3him]

DreamTeam (any of them) x Fem!Reader

Have you seen that TikTok trend where girls use a pheromone perfume to see how their boyfriends react? Well, what if Reader decides to try it out because she thinks the reactions are exaggerated, but in the end she thinks it was the best purchase of the month

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pairing: Dream team x reader

requested? Yesss by 🦝 anon

authors note: I LOVE THIS IDEA

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DREAM

Dream smelt it straight away, you came out from your shared bedroom after getting ready and sat with him on the couch. "Is that a new perfume, baby?" He asks smelling your neck and wrists. You hummed in response and turned on the tv. "Hold on, c'mere," he pulls you into his lap and continues to smell you. "It's so good, baby," he says placing kisses on your neck. "Really?" You ask a bit bewildered. "Yeah, you gotta keep wearing this." He says giving you a kiss on the lips. You nod in response and go to sit next to him but his arms prohibit you. One arm was around your waist and the other grabbed your thigh. "Dream," you whined. "No you're not moving," dream shook his head and dipped it down giving you another sloppy kiss on the lips.

GEORGE

George was sleeping when you came into your room and laid down next to him. You had put the perfume on before hand and wanted to see what it would do. You began to run your fingers through his messy bed hair. "hi love," he groggily mumbled out. "You smell so good," he said pulling you with one of his arms closer. "Do I?" You tease slightly. He nodded and placed a kiss on your cheek. You stop playing with his hair and move down to stroke his cheek. "Wow," he says at the smell. "You know how you wanted to go away this weekend?" He asked opening his eyes. You nod. "Go grab my wallet and book the tickets, love," he smiles.

SAPNAP (kinda NSFW?)

"chat, be nice my girlfriend is coming in to say hi," sapnap warned his stream as you walked into his streaming room. You wave softly at the camera not really acknowledging your boyfriend. "Hold on I'm going to mute really quick," he says softly and clicked mute. "Hi, Peaches," he says rubbing his hands up and down your waist. You dip your head down and give him a quick peck, nothing too raunchy as he was live. "You look beautiful," sapnap smiles brightly at you. "Thank you," you mumbled blushing. "You smell amazing as well, new perfume?" He asks breathing in deeply. "I guess you could say that," you smile. "damn it's good, could bend you over and take you right here," he groans. "Do it then," you tease jokingly. He laughs and unmutes himself. "Chat, I'm really sorry to cut this stream short but I need to go. See you guys next time." Your mouth is agape when he finishes the stream and turns to you. "Bend over and pull down your panties, peach,"

[elysianightsss]

Human!Techno x reader

Warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, smut, humanTechno being a grump, grumpy guy-sunshineish girl. George complaining (no hate). Touch starvedness. I didn’t mean for there to be a size kink but there is one.

You’re confused, nothing new there, your head swirling from your long week and silly meetings at work. Nothing was more tedious than listening to George drone on about utter nonsense, mindnumbingly stupid complaints that were pointless to point out.

But even after getting up at four am every morning to work late into the night you still agreed to hang out with the gang at their shared house, at first you thought it was idiotic so did Techno maybe that’s why you two and a few of your other friends didn’t join in on the whole living together fiasco.

As much as you loved your friends thirty plus people in one house, no matter how big, was a recipe for disaster. Apparently not. Two years later and they had all managed to make it work setting up chore schedules, and bathroom schedules that seemed to make the house run perfectly.

Still you couldn’t be more glad to end the night in your own apartment snuggled up in your large bed, which is why you’re confused as to why you agreed to hang out tonight knowing full well that Wilbur wanted to have a piss up.

Pretty much everyone had a drink in their hands expect for you. You instead, after having half of the sangria Quackity had made for you, had claimed the little area in the back corner of the big living room. Head tipped back again the sofa, eyes closed and pressing into something warm.

Techno had arrived half an hour after you did, his week had started off great, but by the end of it he couldn’t help but feel a little agitated. He hadn’t seen you the whole week and as much as he’d never admit it out loud, and definitely not to you, he’d missed you.

You were the only person he could truly relax around and he needed that. Has done since he met you. Ten years ago it was, you had been stood up, sitting at a bar quietly crying to yourself when he bumped into you pouring his whiskey on the rocks all down your back, soaking your dress and pulling a squeal from you. A squeal he still teases you for. But he spent the rest of the night doing everything he could think of to make you smile and laugh to make up for it. It worked and you’ve been friends ever since.

Techno weaved his way through the huge hallway into the large kitchen to grab a beer from the double door fridge offering small nods to those who greeted him on his way to the massive living room area. His curious eyes scanning the space until they landed on you, the corners of his lips turning up slightly at the sight before him.

With a shake of his head he sat down next to you perhaps a little too close but when you sighed so softly pressing yourself into his warmth he relaxed against the leather sofa. “Long week?” He asked watching with a knowing gaze as you nodded. Knowing because this would be one of the nights he’d have to get a very sleepy you into his car and all the way up to your apartment and into your bed.

Techno dragged his gaze away from you to watch Wilbur try and teach Tommy and Tubbo how to play poker. At that point Phil and his wife arrived, Phil immediately coming over to Techno giving him a bro hug and saying hi to you which revived a thumbs up and a lazy smile. No matter how hard you try to open your eyes they were just so damn heavy you couldn’t do it, Phil smiled anyway glancing at Techno when he huffed at you.

“Take her home dude.” Phil patted Techno’s shoulder making the latter nod passing his unopened beer to Phil before picking you up. It was meant to be bridal style but you clung to him subconsciously wrapping your legs around his waist. He adapted a big arm around your waist and another under your tush, glaring at those who made whooping noises or whistled too loud making you whine softly onto his neck.

“Alright bun we’re going, we’re going.” He soothed, the words feeling a little foreign on his monotonous tongue.

“Tec!” Tommy was quick to stop his beefy uncle hooking your little handbag onto his shoulder, the sight was enough to make Tommy snicker to himself as he walked away. With a roll of his eyes Techno left the large house rather happy he had managed to skip the get together.

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You thanked Techno ten times over in the morning when you woke in your own bed, you knew exactly who got you there. You felt ridiculously bad resulting in you spending the whole morning and most of the afternoon baking him sweet treats while you waited for his reply text to see if he was coming over or wether you’d need to drop them at his.

Music played through out the kitchen, your cherry covered apron wrapped around your oversized T-shirt clad body as you iced the cupcakes to look like little Minecraft piggys giggling as you did so.

“Well isn’t this a sight.” You jumped back at the sound of Technos voice, looking up to see him grinning at you.

“What the fuck Tec!” You huffed dropping the icing bag to place your hands on your hips, he simply held up the spare key you’d given him before slipping it back into his pocket. “Dick.” You scoffed instantly regretting it when Techno gasped loudly, overexaggeratingly.

“Excuse you missy! I carry you home-“

“You drove.”

“Risk my life getting you up those stairs-“

“You always take the elevator.”

“Almost die trippin’ over the pile of dirty laundry-“

“It was one sock.”

“And this is the thanks I get?! Unbelievable.” He huffs crossing his muscular arms over his rather burly chest. You suppose you’ve never stopped to think about how big your best friend is, how good looking-

“Those better be for me.” He grumbles coming further into the kitchen freezing when he rounds the island you’re icing the cupcakes on to see your exposed legs. Clearing his throat and shaking off whatever that was, it’s not like he’s not seen it before. Hell he’s seen you in a bikini, this is nothing but he swears that’s his shirt as he walks closer.

“Yes they are Mr.Grumpy.” You smile when he pinches your hip slightly, his hulking form compared to you standing behind you, hovering over you as you work to get the pig just right. What you don’t expect, it really does take you by surprise and a warmth spreads in your stomach when he gently undoes the apron sitting on your hips only to redo it tighter.

It’s a simple act of helping but it has your cheeks warming like this man hasn’t done it before, like it’s new but it isn’t. “Thanks.” You internally praise yourself for not stuttering. Techno doesn’t even notice the slight tremor in your voice too focused of the that fact that you smell so good. Like vanilla.

Well maybe great minds think alike because his musky scent is now all your mind can focus on, it swirls around you stinking up the area around you, bursting your precious bubble replacing is with his cologne. Cinnamon and hint of tangerines? An odd combination but it smells so fucking nice on him, you just wanna bury your face in it.

“You missed the eyes.” He chuckled, eyes scanning over your face while you blink out of your little trance.

“Oh right.” You laugh stiffly, nervously. It makes Techno frown, he’s never heard you nervous around him. Others, yes. Him, never. That’s how it should be, yet you are. It makes him lean forward placing both palms on the worktop, essentially caging you in.

“What’s the matter bun?” He asks gruffly and as if by instinct your thighs press together, a small wiggle of your hips to create some unknowingly needed friction. His voice and that nickname, both of them usually so sweet and calming suddenly have a strange effect. Maybe it’s just you simply being touched starved? The loneliness catching up with you?

“Nothing.” It’s a blunt reply but it’s all you’ve got, you don’t dare turn around. How can you? Then you’d have to stare at his gorgeous face, you already feel his careful gaze burning holes into your head.

“Now I know that’s not true.” His breathy laugh skims over your skin making you shiver, he notices his hands sliding to your hips to turn you around, thumb and index finger keeping your chin locked so you have nowhere else to look but him. “Tell me bun, what’s troubling you? The long week?”

His voice, his eyes, his whole demeanour is too sincere it has a whimper slipping from you. The noise enough to make you both freeze, Techno’s eyes darkening.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You admit honestly, fists tightening in frustration. You hadn’t felt like this in a while always too busy with work to sit and wallow in your feelings, maybe that was a good thing because right now with Techno so close; someone you trusted and knew cared for you; your body was taking control, letting you natural instincts take over.

You needed him, and Techno understood. He understood the look in your eye from what he’d seen in his own. Moving a few inches forward he wrapped his arms around your waist, one hand sliding up to tangle itself in your hair soothingly. Before you could even think about freezing up, “Relax bun, I got you.” He encouraged making you melt slipping your own arms around his muscular form.

“What do you need from me?” He asks after a few minutes feeling you grow restless in his hold. He knew you needed more but what he says next takes you back slight, “Do you need an old school finger fuck and make out session on the couch?” He asks jokingly though there is an air of seriousness to it. Especially with what he says next, his beautiful eyes sparkling with want, “Or do you need to sit on my face and let me lick you until your cum runs down my jaw?”

He squints when you whimper gripping his arm tighter, his head tilting slightly as he looks you over “Or maybe you just need a good fuck?” It takes you a second to comprehend but his hand’s already sliding up your leg, his rough palm against your soft skin.

“Mmmhmm, yeah, I think that’s it. Here, lift my t-shirt up a little so you can slide these panties off.” You blush at his words but do as he says, watching in almost shock when he drops to his knees large hands sliding up your things guiding you to open your legs slightly.

“Oh god your thighs are so soft bunny.” He murmurs against your skin, his nose dragging over the part where your thigh and your stomach meet. “And this pretty pussy, I can’t believe you’ve kept this hidden Bunny. So selfish.” He chided playfully.

The grin broad as daylight disappeared between you thighs, your head falling back, hands seeking purchase on the kitchen countertops. He placed a pressured kiss right on your clit listening to the hitch of your breath. Techno swears he’s never heard a sound so pretty than the moan he pulled from you when he wrapped his lips around little nub.

He wants to work night and day to make sure you never stop making that noise. Techno watched your wetness trickling down your thigh quick to lick it up not letting any go to waste. It’s as if his first taste transformed him from the composed grump of a man you knew to a starving man who had a three course meal laid out in front of him, your eyes rolled back, sinful moans echoing in the room.

He moved his tongue like he was possessed, licking into your clenching hole as if he was digging for something before closing his lips around your clit and sucking it so hard you swear it will be bruised tomorrow. His harsh and continuous actions on your cunt had one of your hands grasping onto Techno’s hair, your back arching as you started a slow grind on his tongue.

“That’s it Bunny make yourself cum, use my to tongue.” He hums into your weeping entrance, but you’re so focused on the feeling of euphoria coursing through your veins you don’t hear him, all your senses being taken over and before you know it you’re cumming, drenching the lower half of his chin though he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest, slurping down all you give him, trying to pull more from you.

Though with a push of your hand against his head and whine of sensitivity he conceded rising from his knees instantly pulling you close into his hold, lips pressing against your own.

With one roll of his hips he’s inside you and not giving you a second to comprehend it. No, he’s already pulling back and slamming into you over and over again watching as you arch your body into his.

Techno is swift and slick with how he manages to pick you up, placing you on the worktop and deliver a hard thrust quickly after leaving you short of breath.

His large hand slides up over your throat applying slight pressure to push you down against the counter. Then up to your mouth, two thick fingers slipping inside letting you moan and whine around them, saliva dribbling down your cheeks. Neither of you care so engrossed in the feeling of being fucked so thoroughly.

Your moans down right pornographic, when he hit that spongy rough patch inside you. Striking it over and over again, Techno had never looked more happy than when he watched your head fall back, eyes rolling with it.

“Fuck, yes bun clench around me like that, take all that I’m giving you like a good girl.” They way he grunted the words into your ear before sucking your earlobe into his hot mouth had you whining around his fingers. White hot pleasure engulfing your messy form, nothing had ever felt better than this moment.

Your body felt like it was burning with each thrust of his hard cock, all you could do was lie there on the kitchen counter and dribble around his fingers while he fucked your pussy ruthlessly. If this was his version of a good fuck, you’d happily have it everyday.

The coil in your lower abdomen tightened and tightened, until you shattered on his cock, cumming harshly as the waves of pleasure rolled over you so intensely, your walls clenching around him tightly. He snapped his hips into you quicker chasing his own high, wanting to fill you up desperately.

“Please Tec, cum inside me!” That did it for him, absolutely finished him. He groaned thrusting into you so deep as he finished inside you just like you begged him to.

“Fuck bun, you did so good for me. Just relax, breathe, I’ve got you.” He soothed blinking away the last remaining blur of his orgasm, focusing on you and the aftercare you not only needed but deserved.

Cupcakes forgotten about Techno picked you up and carried you to your room laying you on your bed then helping you remove his shirt.

“So fucking pretty bun.” He shook his head staring down at your body, you were ready to disagree absolutely sure you looked like the mess he’d certainly fucked you into but the way his eyes darkened as they raked over your body had your mouth closing.

“Now, before I start running you a bath. I need another taste.” He groaned kneeling in front of the bed, grabbing your ankles to pull you closer to his face.

“But Tec you already-“

“No but’s bun, you’ve been keeping this fucking delicacy from me for far too long. I’ve got a lot of pussy worshiping to make up for and I’m sure she would agree.”

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[calamari-minecraft-corner]

Wren's really going through the horrors atm

[prodotsukare]

Which Q!Forever ends up being teleported from universe to universe, and it didn't matter in which world he always found q!Philza in a different timeline... in this he arrives in an extremely dangerous place.

He could only run, as far as possible. danger, danger, was all that popped into his head as soon as he was faced with a totally destroyed spawn and laughter echoing from all sides, were they planning to kill him as soon as he stepped into that world? 

So his only choice was to run as far away as possible, he had no way of protecting himself from whatever the fuck was going to happen to him, but not to sound too proud, 'Se estivessemos no meu mundo, eu iria destruí-los'(If we were on my world, i would destroy them), but they weren't, so he had no other choice.

He didn't have a locator to see if there were people nearby, he felt that at any moment he would be attacked, he just saw in the global communicator several people calling him, offering gifts for him to go to them, but Forever was not stupid, he knew how it worked, and now all he had on his mind was his own survival. He just slowed down his steps when he felt the cold of a snowy biome on his body, at that moment he hated himself for his sense of style and his choice of refusing to wear a shirt 'O que é bonito tem que ser mostrado' (What is beautiful has to be shown), He laughs at himself as a result of the silly joke your mind made as a way of comfort on that situation.

He felt so cold, his paws stepping on soft snow was not one of the best sensations a man could feel, he was not used to this cold, he was used to the heat of Quesadilla Island, felt that his legs would betray him at any moment and let drop him in the snow. 

And so it did.

His body needed a rest, his heart was beating fast from the amount he had to run to find a place where he could take a break, Forever believed that his body simply dropping to its knees in the snow was a way of rebelling against his brain for the will of wanting at least a second of rest and his brain obeyed because, even though it was extremely cold at that moment and he knew he should find a warm place, he didn't have the strength to do that so he stayed there.

stayed.

and stayed in the snow.

He missed his own world.

He missed his Brazilian friends.

He missed his sister.

He missed the friends from other countries he made on the island.

He missed the kids.

He missed Phil. (even though he refused to acknowledge this)

He missed Richarlyson.

It had been so long… So long since he had seen his son… his family… his found family. It hurt, it hurt too much, he didn't know when he would return to his original world, nor why he had the curiosity to enter that stupid portal, he didn't know why… because regardless of the world he spawns… he always finds… always find 'him'… 

'that stupid b-'

He heard footsteps, which pulled him out of his thoughts and made him lift his head. 

'Oh no…

no no…

why… why- WHY.

or… maybe yes?'

The figure in front of her wasn't hard to recognize.

But what will he be like? he thought .

Would he be more like Crowfather? 

would be more like the soldier? 

or… would he be more like 'yours'? 

blond hair, blue eyes…green clothes and beautiful w-… wings? Where are the wings? Does he not have them in this world? but on all the others the wings were there… are they hidden in that purple cape he was wearing?

He lowered his gaze further… canes? He couldn't walk?

'oooh… this world…. this horrible world…'

'What did they do to you?

 Why would they do that to you… 

Was there no one there to protect you? 

I could have protected you… 

Why wouldn't anyone be there to protect you… 

how could they… let this happen to you.'

But for a second, logic was more powerful than the pity he could feel, 'What did you do to deserve this?' and then he started feeling scared as soon as he saw him going through his own bag, is this the end for him? he already saw 'his own' Philza in battle and he was quite skilled, no, he was extremely skilled, but now imagine this one who is in front of him, who already lives in a world where he is in constant danger of being attacked by someone, could he- 

'oh….

there it is, the answer.'

His answer was the soft cloth that was thrown towards him by the elder, a red cape for the cold, 'how can you doubt your belov-... friend… '

"Sorry for throwing that right in your face, but you weren't responding…." a small smile appeared on his face as he spoke, "but your tail was wagging so I guess you're happy to find someone who isn't immediately trying to attack you." 

"im Philza." 'yes…i know.'

"I'm called….Forever" 'Cauda idiota… idiota, estupida… sempre me expondo… '(Dumb tail… dumb, stupid… always exposing me)

More footsteps, this time coming from the forest, Forever and Philza turned to the side where the noises were coming, knowing it was probably some idiot. 

"Come with me, I'll take you to a safe place where you can rest" Forever nodded in response, getting up and wearing the cloak Phil gave him "Don't worry, you can be sure they know the trouble they'll get into if they think in attacking me or attacking someone who is with me." offered his hand to help him to get up, which Forever gladly accepts.

They were silent the entire time on the way to Philza's base, and Forever took the time to observe him 'era o mesmo em todos os mundos, mas aqui você não tem suas tão preciosas asas…'(you are the same in all worlds, but here you don't have your precious wings).

I wonder what happened.

Philza… 'His Philza', once said, his wings were clipped when he woke up in Quesadilla Island. Philza from the Antarctic Empire still had his wings, but never used it much since they were in a very cold place and a storm could start at any moment. His thoughts guided him to Crowfather, The Philza who lived around several other hybrids, he remembered when he met him he flew whenever he could, Forever does not understand the avians culture, but believes that his wings are the most important thing for them , its symbol of pride, beauty, its story. Remember how Crowfather flew, so skilfully, so happily, a joy he never saw in 'his' Philza, so freely, a freedom he never saw 'his' Philza demonstrate. 

But now he saw one, that just didn't had it at all.

The wind pushed Phil's cape away, and there were his wings... well... what's left of them. The joint that made the shape of the wings, with just a few feathers covering it, it looked totally destroyed, clearly Phil couldn't even move them, only a miracle could fix this damage. 'Was it an accident? Was it on purpose? He did this to himself? Was it someone else?' 

Phil definitely notices the look Forever was giving his wings.

"Hey, is everything alright mate?" He stops his footsteps, looking at Forever, worried.

"Oh! Oh no, no.... It's just that, that... Your wings" Forever felt embarrassed for a moment, trying to hide in the cape the other man gave, remembering that Philza just met him. From his perspective it was weird, a stranger caring so much for something like that, but at the same time… Philza cared enough about him to take him to his base, so isn't it fair?

"Ow, don't be sad about it man! We barely know each other and you're already feeling sorry for me, hahaha!" The laugh, 'The laugh… even the laugh was the same', How can he laugh about this? his sister Baghera said to him that the avians wings were what make them what they are, their wings are an individual mark of each one, but why did he seem so detached from that part of him? he didn't seem to care, but why wouldn't he care for a special thing such as the symbol of your species? 

They arrived. Philza entered, stepping over the fence, which was proof that he was able to walk, but without his wings he just had to find a way balance that he probably lost after his wings got destroyed, and as imagined, he lost the balance (he almost feel) after jumping over the fence. Forever did the same, jumping over the fence right after Philza, and looking around, it was nothing like Forever had imagined, it was a quiet place that oozed comfort, one…two… three houses? there were horses, and lots and lots of dogs, lots of animals in general... but what caught his attention was the rare pink sheep that ran towards Phil as soon as they arrived. 

"Hello Rosie~ how was your day?" he petted the sheep who was apparently named Rosie, who responded with a squeal, 'Mée mée, hehe…cute'. The sheep came towards him, sniffing his hand and then running away and walking towards one of the wooden houses. 

A creature, an enderman? came out of the white and black house that was set against the mountain, with a… baby zombie piglin? woow this world just surprises him, an enderman with a zombie piglin son… the enderman walked past them and greets Phil, when he looked at Forever (never looking him in the eye, of course he's not dumb.) assumed he was a friend of Philza that he just didn't he remembered if he had ever met before and greeted him too, soon turning his attention back to the piglin and continued on their way. 

"Who is they?" Forever asked, trying not to sound too nosy, but who wouldn't be curious? 

"They are Ranboo, and Michael, their son, they live with me and my friend, Techno" he quickly explained as if he had to do this all the time. "Ranboo's house was destroyed a while ago, so I invited him to live here to protect him, and it wasn't long ago that Michael moved in with him." 

Protective, as usual… all of them were the same, just having a single more worked-up personality trait… Crowfather was more sarcastic and sassy, with a big superiority complex if judged…but he wasn't evil, he just had a god complex, or "queen bee" complex.

The soldier one… that one was terrifying at first sight, he was more serious and tactical, with a more… “military” way but still calm as always, Philza always has this calmer personality… but this one was much colder following orders from above, he probably didn't think too hard when ordered to kill someone. 

But they all had something in common, they were all extremely protective of what they loved, 'his' Phil was extremely protective of the kids and was afraid to even leave the house with Tallulah and Chayanne and anyone else he was looking after to do quests. 

Crowfather was extremely protective of everyone in that small territory, in that safe place for hybrids they built, he cared about hybrids more than anything else. 

That soldier one... was protective of his and his friend's Empire, and spent much of his time guarding the territory, and did everything in his power and sometimes even out of his reach to help his friend complete his goal of conquering. the world.

And this one… looked like 'his' Phil, just protective of everyone around him. 

"Wow, you're already trusting me so much to give me all this information? Aren't you afraid I'm some kind of spy or something?" Forever asked, clearly joking, Phil shrugged, probably the answer is no. 

Phil guided him to his house and let him in. "Oh shit, I should probably get you some…" Judged the way Forever dressed looking up and down at him. "Best clothes for this biome?" Forever nodded, maybe the 'no shirt in front of Phil' rule could have a break here, or he would freeze…'difficult choice but i don't want to die like this' "Okay! a sec, I'll have to check Techno's stuff if there's something for you, I guess my clothes wouldn't fit since you're-" He paused for a second, searching for the right words "bigger than me?" he chuckled and headed for the door. 

Forever was alone in the house now, and he took advantage of the little time he would have there to observe the surroundings, 'comfy place', fireplace to keep warm, two chairs in front of the fireplace, several chests which he held so as not to look at what was inside (and judge his wealth), flowers… and  kinda weird pictures on the walls… probably of friends, that little place had such a nice feeling, the same feeling you would feel in 'Phil's' house, everything was so familiar, it was such a quiet and safe place, Forever thought Philza's house would be extravagant and big, full of luxurious furniture and shiny things, like in the Antarctic empire, instead of that, he was welcomed with a small wooden house in the middle of the snow, a house so simple but probably full of feeling and history…

"I'm back! I'm back… sorry for the delay" he entered the door, with clothes in his hands already giving it to Forever "Techno is a hybrid too, you won't need to worry about the comfort, you can go up to my room get changed while I make something to feed ourselves" Carefully Philza shows directions for Forever to go up to the bedroom and so he goes up the wooden stairs and he start to analyze the clothes Phil brought to him, two sweaters, probably for layers and a pair of sweatpants for hybrids, very simple, very comfortable and probably carefully chosen. 

Forever quickly dressed, and tied his hair into a hairbun, the clothes fit but were still a little bigger than his usual size, so they were slightly baggy. With the help of his hybrid side, he smelled the snack that Philza was making downstairs, like in childhood when he spent time at his grandmother's house, and she would kindly make small snacks during the late afternoon, he didn't know the reason why would he compares Phil to a grandma but he's kinda old so it makes sense but we don't talk about it much. He quickly went downstairs trying not to make too much noise and disturb Philza while he was doing his thing. He saw that Philza had arranged two chairs in front of the fireplace but decided to stay put and wait for some sign from the Avian. Philza look at him from the corner of his eye.

"You can sit down, don't be shy" Forever could see the sweet smile that appeared on Philza's face, so he sat down on one of the chairs and you already felt the heat of the fireplace reaching his body.

"Sorry, I just don't want to bother you" He pressed his hands against his lap, he couldn't deny it, he was still feeling a little shy. 

''Don't worry, your company has been pleasant" Philza turned and revealed what he was working on. With two mugs of hot chocolate in hand, he approached Forever, offering him one. "Techno is hibernating at the moment, Ranboo is always exploring or mining, and my son... doesn't visit much. It's nice to have someone to talk to who isn't a baby zombie piglin." 

Forever kindly smiled, taking the mug Philza offered him. The blue-eyed one turned his attention to the counter, picking up a plate… a plate of cookies! and approached Forever again, offering one, who tastefully thanked with his head and took one of the snacks and put his mouth close to taste " You are so kind Philza~, You protected me from the cold, You gave me warm clothes and you are feeding me , you're like my Sugar Daddy- " Damn… he couldn't stop his words in time, how could he be so stupid? he should learn to control his jokes, what would Philza think now? he probably made him extremely uncomfortable! he was preparing to urgently apologize for the bad joke, but he was surprised. 

Philza was laughing, laughing at his joke, he was laughing too hard. 

"Oh god… Hahaha! You really…?" Philza dropped the plate on the counter again and pressed his hands against his stomach while laughing "Did you really call me 'Sugar daddy'? Hahahaha! I admire your bravery, isn't everyone who has the courage to call an angel of death 'Sugar Daddy''" Philza calmed down from the laughter, sitting in the chair next to Forever "I really liked you… you are very funny, You can stay here as long as you need, no worries" Philza rested his elbow on the arm of the chair , and rested his head on his hand, looking directly into Forever's scarlet eyes, which made Forever blush. 

"Are you sure? I think you'd regret it as soon as I start to get comfortable…" Forever looked away, trying to hide the redness of his face, looked to a corner that suddenly became interested for a few seconds and then turned his gaze to the man next to him, right by his side, who was taking a sip of his drink, Phil nodded, confirming his proposal. 

Forever felt a bond growing, and this time, he wasn't going to screw it up, this time he was going to do it right.

[roxiezsxx]

~ hopeless devotion ~

Y/n is DreamXD's hopelessly devoted follower

Y/n was well known around the SMP for their loyalty towards the main God, DreamXD. If not in their house, they were in the temple, praying towards the Deity whether it be for prosperous wealth or a long lasting harvest they were there. Now DreamXD knew exactly who they were and to say the least he was interested with them whether it be infatuation or just a natural curiosity that he had always had towards humans, he himself was unsure and yet- he always made sure your prayers never went unanswered. To Foolish it had began to become bothersome as he was never around to help him in times of crisis and need, he was always beside you, was he happy his brother was off his back, well of course! but he needed help running the SMP. Foolish had nothing against you at all. "Again, Dream? let the mortal live in peace!" Foolish snapped. He had become overtly angry within the last few days, frustration boiling through his teeth and falling out into words. Hoping DreamXD could understand his current dilemma. "Im sorry Foolish, but arent they just captivating! look at them- isnt it just wonderful of mortals can have so little and still feel blessed?"

He smiled softly at your figure which was tending to your small chicken farm- your voice could soothe him to sleep if you talked for all eternity. He found you extravagant no not extravagant, calming and gentle. You treat no other animals different than you treated others. "And how could I stay away? look at them- they're angelic." His voice softened as he spoke of you, never letting you out of his sight. He sighed gently. "What next, your gonna betroth them to you?" DreamXD perked up at Foolishes comment, however foolishes face arose in fear "Oh no! no, no no! we cant be with mortals XD, you know that better than ANYONE else."

XD looked away anger chipping away at him "Dont you dare speak of her, you know she was our mother." Foolish scoffed, rolling his eyes as he walked out of the room of which DreamXD was watching you in, sick of it already. "You never listen XD. And one day you shall regret." He spat, the hatred and resentment towards him seeping into his words and body language. With that he left the room- slamming the door behind him a loud thud. "Useless. I don't need you," XD snarled, gripping the gold embezzlements upon the throne of which he sat upon. He pondered for a moment of what he should do, he held his chin within his right hand, soon enough he got an idea. "I shall just visit them, and court them to show him wrong, yes that shall do!" Soon enough the man teleported down to you- well not exactly on you, but near you, near enough so he could see you but you couldn't see him. He wearily walked closer towards you- his soft white wings dragging on the floor beneath him, he let out a cough to signal someone was there not sure on how to start the conversation. Y/N turned around, not fully looking up at him. "Yes, how may I help you-" Y/N'S voice was cut off as they stared at XD in utter shock and disbelief- immediately they fell to their knees and began to pray to him, an awkward yet smug smile. "Come now my follower, no such actions are needed." He spoke, his voice softening- he held his hand out for Y/N to take it . And they did their eyes sparkling in disbelief as they looked at him- he was much taller than them he appeared to be ten foot? maybe more? they were unsure and yet they stared at him with such hope. "My lord, may I ask why are you here?" Y/N inquired curious as to why DreamXD was stood infront of them, holding them with such care as if they were a porcelain doll that had withered with age and was close to shattering. XD did not have an answer to that, he stared down at them unsure of what to say- he tried speaking and yet nothing elicited from his mouth so he just stood in silence hoping you would too. He knows exactly what he came here for but it does not sound the best, he cannot just say "Oh my devoted follower i am here to ask you hand in marriage" he has only just met them. And yet he feels like they have met before like they were destined and designed for the other. -------------------------------------------- Foolish stared down at the interaction, nothing but disdain and disgust was painted upon his face. It would be different if it were him. he knew that because it was once him- once XD found out he forbade him from seeing him. His sam, it was not fair how when it came to DreamXD second standards were held up. "I shall make your life a living hell XD."

Word count-839 time spent on this- 3 hours HI GUYS AUTHOR HERE, I WOULD LIKE TO SAY I AM WORKING ON HATRED PT.2 I JUST HAVE WRITERS BLOCK SO IM TRYING TO HELP THAT WITH THIS!! :^ CROSSPOSTED ON AO3

[flyingraven]

My updated MCYT fanfic worldbuilding!

Both for anyone who’s interested in how I imagine the minecraft sphere so to speak works and for linking to my ao3 page, here is my MCYT worldbuilding! Long post ahead! I've been working on this for a long time and it's actively being worked on as well, but here's the current version!

Gods and sentient beings 

Basic information

Only multiple gods together or one of the elder gods can truly kill a god. Lesser beings (demigods or a single other god) could kill their vessel but not destroy their seat so to speak. When their vessel is killed their essence just kind of floats around the deep void until they find a next suitable vessel. This act of seemingly killing a god and taking part of their power is referred to as diminishing them. 

Respawns and souls

You can generally respawn infinitely, but it slowly eats away at your soul. And at some point you don’t respawn anymore. This is generally the same as dying of old age, but it’s not uncommon for very heavy pvp players to die younger because their soul is ruined by continuous respawns. 

When your soul hits a certain point of damage it passes on into Kristin’s domain. This is where souls recover and combine into new souls, which is how new players are made/born. 

Good gods 

There was at least one being called the Elder God. They created the other gods and the prime players. These days they have disappeared, and nobody seems to know where they are. 

Kristin is the goddess of Life and Death. But most mortals only see and refer to her as the Goddess of Death. She along with many of the other gods were created by the two elder gods. She resides over the domain of life and death. Watching over souls as they recover, get born, slowly tear apart and return to her eventually. 

Her main adversary is the god of Chaos. She’s not a fan of the Watchers either, because their grey morals grate against hers. Phil is an ex Watcher, but defected and joined Kristin. They fell in love. Most of Kristin's angels were originally mortals. On very rare occasions, when someone died in a certain way which really captures her attention she might decide to ask them to join her ranks. This is how Scott became an angel of hers. A few of her angels are kids of other angels. 

Evil gods

Evil gods are evil as currently defined by human/Kristin's definition.

 The god of the demons is the god of chaos. Has been diminished once or twice before. This is why he can only create demons with the power level of Watchers instead of demons at the level of demigods.

Maybe there's just more demons than angels which would give him the appearance of having more people under his control, thus appearing to be as powerful as Kristin even though they would not be. Makes sense as demons can also possess people and thus hide among mortals. Maybe angels need Kristin's power to detect possession which would account for why Phil can't detect Dream.

The god who ascended Techno. The original bloodgod, and when Techno "killed" him (killed his vessel with the help of Phil cuz who else, which diminished his power and spread some of it to Techno) He took on the title of the blood god, even though he technically is only a demigod, not a true god. He was ascended Techno to groom him into his next vessel. Unfortunately he didn’t account on Techno becoming friends with the Angel of Death. 

The god of Corruption. Ties into the sculk. With the elder gods being gone he weaved a web of corruption until he managed to sneak it in into the next update behind the back of the good gods.

Demigods

Ascension 

Any god can ascend a mortal to become a demigod. But it's a violent act and will usually completely kill off the world the former mortal was inhabiting. And it hurts. A lot. The combination of these factors is what made Eret's ascension so bad. Because usually the newly ascended demigod will wake up with their god. But Eret didn't. They woke up alone in a dead realm.

Cults can try to get a gods attention to get them to ascend one of their own to demigod status. Really, no good gods will respond to these rituals. They usually involve mass sacrifice. 

Gods can also just choose to ascend a living mortal, but again, this is not often done and when it is, usually only by evil gods. That's what happened to Techno.

Kristin works in a different way. When mortals die she sometimes (very rarely) offers them to become one of her angels. Her angels are demigods, but due to being in her service they are referred to as angels.

Demons are demigods aligned to the god of Chaos.

Banishment

Banishment of a demigod only works if the demigod is on a physical plane like a world, the void or the deep void. If a demigod is in the inbetween however… funky shit happens. The effects can vary. But total amnesia of the targeted demigod is one of them.

Watchers, voidwalkers, prime players

Watchers 

A representation of one of the highest ranked Watchers (drawing by @the-uk-is-jk)

Watchers are creatures that were created by the elder gods with the sole purpose of watching the worlds they created. This would mean they were maybe created before the gods, and just kind of stuck around after. They possess strong powers of code manipulation. 

A Watcher in humanoid form

Physiology: Junior Watchers, or Watchers in training have purple wings. Full Watchers have purely white wings. Elder Watchers have multiple. The highest ranked Watchers usually don’t bother to maintain a humanoid form, instead existing purely as beings made of eyes and wings. Watchers use their wings as a means of channelling their powers. They don’t reproduce in the traditional sense. They can choose to take players and turn them into Watchers by means of code manipulation, or to create new Watchers by means of combining powers and creating a new being. This is rare however, as this comes close to their idea of interference. 

Culture: Watchers strongly believe in the fact that they were created to Watch over worlds. They are a strongly insular race who refuse to interact with other (“lesser”) beings until they decree it absolutely necessary. There have been moments however, such as their war against the Voidwalkers. Well, they call it a war. The Voidwalkers would’ve referred to it as a massacre. One of the few ways they interact with mortals is to sometimes punish them if they decree it necessary. Their powers compared to players are vast, and due to how long they’ve been around they are generally left alone by demigods and gods alike. 

There are currently three known players who used to be Watchers before they defected. These are Philza, now the Angel of Death married to Kristin, and Grian and Pearl, two former players who were taken by the Watchers involuntarily and turned into one of them. 

Voidwalkers 

Voidwalkers were beings that lived in the End. They were also created by the Elder god, kind of as an experiment before they created the prime players. They were at war with the Watchers until they got massacred by them. Xisuma and EX are the only known (among players) survivors.

Physiology: Voidwalkers cannot breathe the normal oxygenated air of the overworld, instead being adapted to the thin air of the low void. 

Culture: Hoping something to End and Aether is generally a Voidwalker expression, though older immortals have been known to sometimes adopt it as well. The origin of it has been lost.  

Prime players

Prime players were the first players created by the Elder God. It’s unknown how many there are, since they tend to stay in hiding. What sets prime players apart from normal players is that respawns have no effect on their souls and that they don’t age. Meaning they are functionally immortal. There are ways to kill them, but no normal mortal could easily get them to stay down so to speak. 

Players

Players can become admins through training. Not everybody has the natural aptitudes to become an admin. Everyone can access the code of the world if they learn how to, but utilising it wrong can be the end of someone. Admins have the power to create worlds. Everyone above the power level of a normal player can. The difference is that some beings (Watchers) make the choice to not do this. Gods and some demigods reside in their personal worlds with practically impenetrable firewalls. The more powerful a being the more control they have over creating worlds and the less likely they are to make mistakes. 

Worlds

At it’s core worlds, players and everything else are code. Code is the foundation of everything. 

Worlds are generally connected to hubworlds. Travelling to other worlds usually happens through these. Hubworlds can vary from simple planes with rows and rows of portals to massive cities where people live, interspersed with portals. It’s not uncommon for kids to get dumped on hubworlds to fend for themselves. They often end up banding together, since hubworlds are pretty often fairly hostile places to live in due to the lack of admin oversight. Kids like this are generally called children of the hub. 

Hubworlds take a lot of power to create and to keep safe. They are usually created by a whole group of admins. 

Besides travelling through official portals there are ways to jump to other worlds. This is why you can protect your worlds with whitelists. They take the form of physical barriers in the code surrounding worlds. Think of it like a satellite defence system around a planet, combined with a literal wall of fire in some cases. 

Worldhoppers are players who make a habit of jumping from world to world without portals. Often these are players who grew up in the hub and learned admin magic through other people. They basically break into other worlds and thus aren’t always seen as the best people. Most worldhoppers are friendly though. Hubkids often end up worldhopping, at least during their teenage years until they find a place to settle down or until a mistake tears their soul apart. 

Worldhoppers have general agreements between them. Not snitching on each other is the main one. 

Sometimes worlds connect themselves to each other through rifts. Nobody knows how these occur, and they can’t really be controlled. Maybe gods could control them, but nobody below them. 

There is something called being worldlocked. Its generally something the Watchers do to worlds as a punishment. It involves messing with the code of the world and all the people on it. Leaving them unable to leave the world and unable to contact anyone outside of it. A lot of locked worlds eventually devolve into chaos due to the isolation, with people turning on each other. Dream worldlocked the DreamSMP. 

Improper coding of a world can lead to the world getting corrupted. What happens to corrupted worlds varies, but generally they completely destroy themselves and everyone on it. EVO got corrupted, less due to Grian making mistakes but more due to being an experimental world surrounded by experimental worlds that were corrupted. The Watchers helped the process along as a punishment for Grian. 

Experimental worlds are harder to create since you are messing more with the coding of the worlds. Known safe modifications are more popular though. 

Hardcore worlds are worlds that lock you out when you die. You simply can’t enter them anymore, only view them through your communicator. Dying in them is also way harder on your soul, so players are weary of playing in them too much. 

On "space"

Space is kind of the Void. You have the void in which world reside. But if you keep flying up you will not hit the true void. Your would simply slow down. The stars are other realms visible in the void.

The void and the deep void

The Voidwalkers lived in the void before they were all killed by the Watchers. 

The void is split between two almost subrealms? You have the void layer which contains normal, player made/controlled worlds and the layer that contains the end. Called the high void and the low void? Names are a work in progress. The membrane between the high void and the low void is fairly thin, which is why end portals are an easy way to access it. 

The Watchers reside in the deep void. Which is almost inaccessible to normal players. To get to it you need to travel through the inbetween. 

The inbetween

The inbetween is the space between the void and the deep void. It is incredibly hard to access, and even harder to competently navigate. Normal mortals would simply tear their soul apart trying if they recklessly attempted to do so. Gods have limited influence in this realm.

On exorcising players

Sometimes players can get overtaken by things. Vexes are the most common, though there are other things. Glitched “networks” like mycelium or more recently, the sculk that was added by the god of chaos in an update. 

Zooming in more on the Vex. The Vex aren't fully sentient like players or more-than-players are. But they aren’t quite mobs either. They exist in a space between categories, but have a strong desire to achieve… more. The way they try to achieve this is by trying to possess vulnerable players. They don’t often succeed, but when they do they will try to take over servers and hubworlds. They kind of function like a computer virus. Overtaking a player and ‘overlapping’ their code with their own Vex code manipulation. 

Sculk and Mycelium work a little differently. They are more so connected through a hivemind. A sculk block is the same as a warden is the same as a shrieker is the- you get the point. The sculk is not an individual block. And it has one goal. To spread. To overtake more of a world. To overtake more players. Similar to Vex it will latch on to a player and ‘overlap’ their code with its own. 

Exorcising players from any type of possession is possible, but a nasty process. First of all it requires someone with at powers at least akin to a voidwalker or a prime player. Then they basically have to tear the Vex, sculk or mycelium from the player line by line. Piece by piece. And it hurts. Especially when the player regains enough awareness to recognise that they are being hurt by someone they know, but not why or how. Removing sculk can leave scars akin to burn scars. 

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The girl in the right is my online sister Akira! (@galaxybird4) sorry for wonkifying your face Aki TnT

Some older concept art I made for my Fanfic 'Searching >On AO3 and Quotev ' I have close-up's and full versions of the characters seperate and I might post those later idk :P