#ender dragon reader

[anarchytaken]

Ruler of the End

TWST x Male Reader

Ender Dragon Male Reader

This blasted hunter-!

    The ruler of the end roared at the green hunter and his friends before firing a row of hot fire of violet. With a pump of his wings, he ascended to the void-less sky, the pillars of obsidian that held the ender crystals, their beams of light healing him at every attack that was shot at him. The dragon glared as one of the hunters shot an arrow at him, missing him by an inch as he flew past. 

    How idiotic.

    He swooped down, sky diving before barrel rolling against his adversaries, battering them with his sudden attack before he was up in the skies again. He had heard the screams of frantic panic and fear as two of them were nudged off the island and into the void. The Ender Dragon had smirked at the development, How delightful-

    A sudden pain shot itself from his spine before attacking the rest of his nerves, making him wince. A wither potion, he had realized as his wings falter in their flight, inevitably slowing him down.

    This gave the hunter and his remaining friends to fire their shots, arrow after arrow, doused in any potion that’ll damage him. The ruler checked his health bar to see his health right in the middle, dwindling at every attack and every wince he makes at the wither potion’s effect.

    A frightening realization made itself clear, My ender crystals-!

    After taking a look at the obsidian pillar, the dragon saw towers made from different materials, built to climb the pillar that now held nothing in their cages. WHEN-

    CHINK

    A pain not so miniscule made itself known in the ruler’s body, lurching at the feeling. His eyes went down to see a scale slipping off before it followed by another as more arrows hit his body. He glanced at his dwindling health bar, his time is almost up.

    But that doesn’t mean that those hunters will live.

    The fire in his heart blazened so bright with rage as his resolve hardened itself like an iron fortress. Those hunters took his parent before he was born, and the endermen under his rule took care of him in his growing years yet they suffered under the provocation and mistreatment of the hunters from the Overworld. The dragon remembers how he witnessed one of his guards being slaughtered by one of them just to become an ingredient to be used. 

That guard was also the endermen who would play hide and seek with him. . .

His heart now riddled with anger and sorrow, the dragon swooped down one last time for the grand battle.

If I burn, they burn with me.

A row of flames, a batting with his tail, claw marks scratched on broken netherite armor and bleeding torsos. In exchange, a shot from a bow, a parry from a sword, the sound of vials being broken before the effect of the potion does its magic on your body.

It wasn’t until a good amount of his scales were chinked off, blood from open wounds dipped down, and a broken wing that he looked at the dead corpses of the friends of the smiley mask hunter, their faces contorted into fear. The ruler of the End let the signs of smug smirk show.

All that’s left was the green man himself.

He stood surrounded by your purple flames, casting shadows to his haggard form. His sword broken, his armor of the strongest metal cracking - on the verge of being destroyed. But amidst the destruction and the trail of corpses in front of him, his posture wasn’t one of fear. His hand gripped the handle of his unusable sword tightly before he switched it with an axe, his shoulders tensed, and if the dragon strained his ears, he would be able to hear rough and angry breathing.

Behind that painted smile was a man of vengeance.

And so was the Ender Dragon.

The dragon curled his lips into a cruel smile as he readied to meet the angry hunter, “Come and face me, Dream!”

Dream let out a battle cry, for his friends or out of anger, the ruler wasn’t sure. But all he knew was when he started running towards the hunter of green, his axe raised high as the dragon bared his teeth before the two clashed.

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When the Ender Dragon was meeting his final moments, he managed to get a good look at the mangled corpse of the green hunter with the mask before he fell to the ground of end stone, closed his eyes, and died. 

Hoping his citizens will take care of his kin.

.

.

.

How strange.

His paradise of rest was only for 30 seconds at best before he found himself thinking again. Is death supposed to make you sleep? Make your consciousness numb from all senses so you can float in a sea of nothingness?

If so, why was his death so short!?

Surprisingly, the dragon felt his hand twitched from the lack of movement before it hit something hard-

HE’S STILL IN HIS BODY!?

The Ender Dragon shot his eyes open to see himself surrounded by red velvety cushions, but behind them was something akin to wood. He wasn’t a foreigner to materials grown in the Overworld, his endermen tutors have brought him there to learn of the different realms and biomes. Though, he couldn’t discern what type; Oak, Dark Oak, Birch, he doesn’t know. He was in an enclosed space. . . An enclosed space! A dragon does not belong in something as small as this box! He deserves to be in the open air!

He tried to move when something soft and silky restricted his movements, strands of hair curtaining his face. Hair? He must be in his hybrid form then, that’s how he was able to fit in this small enclosure. But. . .Wasn’t he supposed to be dead?

The realization had his heart lurched up to his throat. The new and unfamiliar surroundings clogged up his throat, his head felt woozy as his ears started ringing. The space closed around him, making him feel smaller than he was before. His heart lurched again at this, confusion, anxiety, this claustrophobia was too maddening. He couldn’t breathe-

He needed to get out.

Resisting the restriction of this fabric, he clawed against the cushioned wood in front of him, desperate to get out. Questions flooded his brain as his circuits were going haywire with anxiety and fear, from the unknown or the lack of understanding how he is here, he’s not sure.

What he does know is that he has to get out! What happened to him!? Where is he!? How is he alive!? How is he alive!? How is he alive!? How is he alive!? How is he alive!? How is he alive!? How is he alive!? How is he alive!? How is he alive!? -

Click

That sound alone was able to quiet his thoughts and stop his actions, a creak sounded as the door of the enclosure opened slightly, letting in a ray of light to filter through the small gap. His heart bursted with hope, relief, and desperation.

An out!

As fast as he ever went, he pushed himself out of the enclosure, and spread his wings, (ignoring the sound of ripping and tearing), before flinging himself into the air with a gust of wind from his wings. His tail, now not suffocated, wriggled with joy as the feeling of freedom settled in his bone.

It wasn’t until his senses became acute and started working, his eyes taking in the dark room with floating coffins, an array of eerie green lights, a three layered fountain in the middle, and a giant mirror with a pale mask. Inside the room was an ocean of creatures that wore the same black and purple clothing, exempting the one tall man with a bird’s mask and a hat and a strange creature that resembled a cat. His ears twitched at the sea of voices that gasped or screamed in shock and fear, all ranging from high to low, gruff to soft, from loud to a whisper. 

And his nose. . .

The scents he’s inhaling are familiar yet not quite. It’s as if animals and humans were mixed into one, and there’s a scent of something inhuman yet not beastly. Something entirely new.

It was this that had his previous joy of freedom sink to his foot and let dread, confusion, and another load of anxiety wash in.

This was not his world.

Of course not, he was supposed to be dead.

The two facts alone were enough to make his inner primal instincts take over. Stressed, he roared at the creatures in the room, eyes turning to aggressive slits. Screams shot through the air as the dragon dove among the sea of creatures, making them avert into a path before the said dragon swooped up back into the air. Of course, this was for show. What the former ruler of the end was doing was trying to find a way out.

These are different from my world. I need to be careful, they’re capabilities are possibilities. Where’s the out? Where’s the ou- My Ender, I’m such a zombie head.

Amidst his panic and confusion, he did not notice the giant double doors with grand designs at the back of the room. No one needs to take a guess that that’s the exit. His heart was filled with relief before something tied his wings together, resulting in him diving head first to the ground. The loss of his wings was restricting as he squirmed around to reach his back to undo the binds when a deep voice of a man stopped him,

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, lizard.”

Anger flared in his chest, how dare he call him, the Ender Dragon, a lizard!? He’s nothing like his distant cousins, who crawls around and licks their eyeballs- how disgusting!

He snarled at the culprit, who turned out to be one of the hooded creatures. Underneath the hood was an exceptionally handsome man with tanned skin and dark brown hair, a scar over one of the two sharp forest green eyes that seemed to glare down at his being.

The ruler of the end snarled in return, still insulted at his remark, but nonetheless asked him, “ Where am I!?”

At this point, a crowd started to form around them. A tall and beautiful blond human with amethyst purple eyes came beside the brunette man and remarked, “Ah, so the lion decided to catch bigger prey. Now, I see how lion beastmen are.”

“Shut your mouth, Schoenheit.” snapped the brunette.

Came up as a short human, under the hood were strands of rose red hair and large eyes of blue that completed his doll-like face, which only twisted into an unpleasant angry scowl, “How dare you not only disturb the entrance ceremony but also delay the schedule!?” With a wave of his small stick, he shouted “Off with your Head!” before something clasped and locked around the dragon’s neck. It was suffocating and more annoying than his wings getting tied.

Well, this is nothing but what annoys him the most is that none of them are listening! He spoke in the same language as them, which he figured was Common, but they not only ignored him but that small human had the audacity to collar him!?

The disgrace!

A voice shouted amongst the sea of hooded creatures before they made a path for the man with a bird mask and a top hat, clocks and keys hung from his dark and elegant clothing, clacking as they hit each other. Was this a new species?

The man looked down at the captured Ender Dragon, “How surprising, not only do we have a magicless call from the Dark Mirror, but also a dragon fae! Oh, this day keeps on surprising me.” Said the bird man.

An adult! The dragon thought, finally someone mature and reasonable! “Excuse me, where am I!?”

But, much to his dismay and anger, the bird man ignores him as he starts berating the dragon, “ What you did was utterly impatient and reckless! Do you know how much damage you could’ve caused!? Ah, I could tell this one will. Be a handful.”

“Don’t start complaining, headmage.” The beautiful blond human deadpanned.

The chatter around the dragon was starting to make his head hurt, his ears ringing, and his anger elevated. He needs answers, he needs them now or else he’ll go crazy! What is this place, who are these creatures, what are they!?

He was back to square one, when he was trapped in that coffin, wondering how he was alive and breathing and how he was here. His chest hurt from breathing to harshly, heat boiled from his throat as smoke huffed out of his nose, his eyes shaking from stress.

The lights, although the room was dim, were hurting his eyes, and he wanted nothing but to pull at his dark strands that were in his face. A storm of emotions, uncontrollable and untameable at the moment, boiled and rose to his throat when he noticed the bird man asking him something,

“My, are you okay?”

That was when he let out an ear-splitting, deafening roar that made every creature in the room cover their ears. But within this roar, was an order in the form of the Enderian language mixed; it asks for the help of his people.

And in response, a scream shot into the room before a thwack followed. 

The familiar static-like popping of enderman teleportation followed by a glitchy inhuman scream had the dragon ruler almost crying. The room was thrown into confusion again as they were faced with the endermen, creatures that the ruler now knows the creatures here are not aware of existing. And they all made the mistake of looking at their eyes, the key to provoking them.

The Ender Dragon watched as the creatures in hoods tried to fend off the teleporting creatures of the end, shooting beams of energy, only to miss when his citizens teleported away before appearing behind them and attacking.

The dragon then felt hands working on removing his binds, followed by a reassuring voice speaking in Ender, “My lord, it is a relief to see you alive.”

Nanny, the dragon shouted in happiness, internally.

“ Nanny, it’s so great to see you again. But I’m lost.”

“I as well. We all saw you die from the wounds of that human hunter, but to see you alive in another realm. . . How peculiar yet strange.”

The snap of the binds had the former ruler stretch his wings quickly, turning to his nanny for a thanks. The female enderman only bowed her head before disappearing once more. With new strength, the dragon took hold of the collar around his neck before snapping it off in half, as if it was made of a fragile material.

Alarmed screams were ignored as the ruler of the End shot to the air and rushed towards the double doors, slamming them open before flying through the corridors. They were elegant in design, pillars to hold the structure of the building, dark cobbled stone as wall, and torches alight with flames of green.

Hurried footsteps were behind him, but he never faltered in his flight for the open skies; and what a discovery to find an open courtyard. The sight of trees, its greenery, and a stone well had the dragon’s heart soar as he shot up into the dark sky above, laughing as he spun in the air before hovering over the building he just came out from. Violet eyes scoured the land he was on; the building he came out of was one of the many buildings from this vast land area.

Small buildings are scattered amongst the green forest, some with pathways of dirt or stone. Some buildings were bigger than the others, a coliseum at one side, and a wooden cottage - wait it’s bigger than a cottage - amongst the trees, with a dirt path leading the way.

And in the center of the attention was a giant castle with multiple layered floors, its towers pointed and the aesthetic gothic and wicked. But this. just confirms the dragon's suspicions; this was not his world.

Confusion filled his head again when the beating of wings stopped him from thinking again, “ My, this is a surprise.”

A voice, deep and enchanting, spoke, making the dragon turn and his breath hitched. The stranger was an ethereal man with dark strands that fell over his shoulders, lime-green irises that seemed to glow in the night time, encompassed in his sharp eyes. His skin of pale white was a good contrast to his dark locks, his facial structure probably sculpted by the hands of the gods themselves.

But the most striking thing about him was the horns and wings he had, horns curved a bit back colored black, his wings’ skeletal structure was a light shade of black while the flaps were a leathery obsidian color.

A dragon, just like him.

Stunned, he was struck speechless.

The stranger did not seem bothered by his lack of response as he began circling the Ender Dragon, intrigued as his eyes analyzed him. The dragon licked his lips from how dry it was, watching as the dragonling finished his analysis before meeting his eyes, “ I’ve never met another dragon fae until now, but I suppose there’s a first time for everything.” he said.

Dragon fae? The former ruler of the End scrunched his brows together as he finally spoke, “Fae? I am no fae, I am the Ender Dragon.”

The supposed dragon fae widened his eyes, “An actual dragon then,” 

The said dragon nodded, “Yes, I am.” he then tilted his head, “Do you have a name? I would like to know the first person who managed to have a proper conversation with me.”

The beautiful stranger hummed, cupping his face in thought, “You do not know who I am?”

Furrowing his brow, the ender dragon shook his head, “No, I am from another world - much different from this one - and have no knowledge of this place or who you are.”

The stranger widened his eyes at the revelation, “How amazing, a dragon from another world,” then with an alluring smile, “Very well, my name is Malleus Draconia, a student of Night Raven College.”

After the introduction, the ruler then explained his situation, earning the dragon fae - now named Malleus’s understanding. The fae then led him back to the room he was in before, which was called the Mirror Chamber.

When they arrived, the endermen were still attacking, the hooded creatures were now behind a barrier shield conjured by some of the hooded creatures he met. Ah, I forgot about them, the dragon eyed his reptile companion, who looked at the scene in shock.

“Was the Entrance Ceremony today?” asked Malleus, who then pouted, “And I was not invited again.”

“Mr. Draconia!” The brid man, who the dragon thinks is the ‘headmage’ of the school, shouted while fending off the endermen with his stick and power. “I apologize for this, but we are in dire need of assistance!”

A yelp from one of the shorter creatures was heard followed by another one cursing in disdain before a shot of light was seen, violet eyes looking to see a short hooded creature behind a slightly taller creature who protected the former.

Malleus eyed the Ender Dragon curiously, to which the dragon smiled sheepishly before having his chest before letting out a roar, grabbing the attention of the ender people.

You may now leave, thank you. he said in ender.

His people bowed towards him before teleporting away. 

A cacophony of relieved sighs were heard as the barriers were removed, some of them slumped to the ground in relief. 

The headmage wiped sweat from his brow before looking at him, “You! What spell did you use to summon those creatures!? And why did you fly out of the mirror chamber!? Did the teleportation magic leave you confused with amnesia or-“

“Headmaster,” Malleus interrupted, “I believe there has been a mistake. The dragon here is not of this world and is supposed to be dead.”

The headmaster choked on his saliva.

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[deadghosy]

Can you do more Hazbin Hotel x enderman reader? I'm obsessed with it. I love the idea.

Credit to the person who made the art, this is just how I imagine Enderman!reader to look like as a human. 🦆✨

MORE HAZBIN HOTEL X ENDERMAN! READER IMAGINES/HEACANNONS

imagine how reader is when they get pissed…they would just straight up punching shit just like the Enderman hits you in Minecraft 😭

I Imagine Charlie trying to make you do a eye contest with Alastor only for you to start tweaking and punch Alastor into a wall as Alastor only gives up a thumbs up while you sweatdrop putting on your blindfold as you try to pull out Alastor from the wall

I headcannon reader to always pat everyone’s head when they are at their full height. But at 6’5 they just pat their back like “good job buddy😐✨”

Imagine Lucifer and you wearing matching shirts that say, “if lost return to big boy” as your shirt says “I lost big boy”

Headcannon that Angel is your cuddle buddy because he likes how your arm is basically a pillow for you. And husk is your second cuddle buddy because of his fur and you like to pet him.

I imagine Angel trying to make you wear pink only for it to turn black when it fits your body. Angel gave you a “🤨 are you fuckin serious?” Look as you just shrugged with a “😐” face. I mean shit, if it fits. It fits.

I headcannon Enderman!Reader’s suit to be like the art but instead of those black things on it. It’s just slight purple sparkles on it to represent the purple pixels around them.

But definitely their second fit is a black vest and a white dress shirt with black slacks and black dress shoes. 🤨☝🏾 W FIT YOU GOTTA ADMIT!

Yk how Angel made that Snapchat post about you and you got death threats? Yeah well Valentino was the reason as he got mad that Angel “wasn’t paying” you as you were just working on the hotel

I imagine Enderman! Reader to be black coded just like how the art is above as the reader’s hair is always in dreads, cornrows, and twists. But never in an Afro state as it takes time to get the hair nice and soft (coming from a black writer….it literally takes an hour…)

I imagine you once teleported during your cuddle session between husk and angel. They were so confused they even searched your room only to find out you teleported on the top roof of the hotel during your sleep.

I imagine Valentino at least trying to ambush you to see why Angel is so happy to come to the hotel to see you again. Only for you to teleport out of his view every second. And the moth dude is like “shit! He’s onto me…” but really you are just bored asf and need some fresh air from the hotel air.

I can see nifty just minding her business when you lifted her up and croaked softly petting her head and sitting her down.

I headcannon Enderman! Reader’s room to be built from those block in the end so reader can feel the presence of his home in the hotel💗🦆

I imagine Velvette actually getting able to like post you on her fashion account as a mysterious person with your blindfolded looks. The girls dig for guys who seem mysterious.

Imagine Lucifer and you making each other building hobbies, like he makes you build him a duck as he makes you a sleeping mask just incase you don’t want to stare at someone’s face without your blindfold.

Headcannon on how fat nuggets like to cuddle against reader’s legs as reader was making a bed for fat nuggets to have a heater installed if the pig is cold.

Like…bro IMAGINE READER BENG SO PISSED THEY SUMMON THE MOTHER OF ALL…THE GUARDIAN OF THE END…THE ENDER DRAGONNN (dun x3 dramatically) maybe they would summon that during the battle between the angels and absolutely destroy their asses

I headcannon Angel once seen your mouth glowing purple when you unhinged your jaw to screech. He definitely asked before checking out your mouth which he could see in the back was glowing.

Since I headcannon enderman! Reader is black coded. They have a bonnet that was shipped from Velvette as they put it on and felt more comfortable sleeping ‼️💗

Who would be the first one to respond to you calling them: Lucifer, Charlie, Angel dust, husk, nifty, Alastor. And specifically in that order 🦆

I headcannon for Vox to try to always have you on his night show so he can show off his new “guest” being a new specie of demons.

I imagine sinners asking what ring (7 deadly sins) you came from and you are just like. “The end….i came from the end..” and now they are more confused than you when they asked where you came from

I headcannon reader’s nickemame is like, “ENDY, tall one, handsome, [actual nickname], weirdo, cutie, dad, fucker, bestie.” You can imagine who called you who which is kinda obvious…

I imagine Adam to make a lot jokes about you saying how freaky you are and how weird you are for not liking eye contact without your blindfold as you just stand there like “what’s for dinner…😐”

I can see you showing the egg boiz a picture of a ender dragon egg making them think they can have someone like them but also just like you

I can see you just standing there as everyone argues in the court because Charlie wanted you there since you don’t seem like a demon or angel. She tried to get answers but no one knew what you were.

Imagine modern au! Angel dust and you do tiktoks….because Angel dust forced you to be in his tiktoks as the others just watch trying to enjoy their summer vacation

I can see Adam hating how you aren’t pressed about what he says about you as you just stand there ignoring him.

Imagine you being sick and everyone stopping to make sure you are okay. (except for Alastor as he knows you will be better soon) Like the whole crew just starts to baby you and try to fix things you can fix but only fail.

Imagine reader with a baby ender dragon as a pet as reader whistle for the dragon to land on their shoulder or appear more bigger for it to protect you and the crew

I headcannon reader’s singing voice to sound decent with a little bit of deepness in it to mask out some things.

I imagine your full form if you were a demon or angel obviously an ender dragon lol 🦆

Imagine Pentious just pure on slithering around your body as you just sit down after a rough day of complaining by residents and their rooms.

I headcannon Lucifer to get on your shoulders to feel bigger for fun which make it seem so cartoony as one has a derpy smile while the other has a thumbs up and a “😐” face just staring blankly into people’s soul

[colorpuffball]

I'm beating the buzzer with this one (^_^;)

Anyways I'm really glad to have been able to join this summer santa event! Big thanks to you @solarisfortuneia <3

I was assigned to @lychniis, hope you enjoy reading ╰(´꒳`)╯

I chose Zhongli fluff, here's a lil preview:

“Please lay down on me.” “Perhaps you mean with you?” “No. On me.”

“Do you have any plans for the day?”

Your question is directed at the man sitting in front of you. Morning sunlight streams into your shared home, making your teacups give off a warm glow.

“Aside from my usual walk through Liyue, no.”

“Then, could I make a request?”

Zhongli sets his cup down. "It would depend on what it is you desire. Although I am inclined to accept anything you propose."

You lean closer. “Could you please lay down on me.”

His brow furrows ever so slightly. “Perhaps you mean with you?”

“No. On me.”

A breath. He raises his cup, answering before taking a sip. "It is hard to refuse a request so simple."

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Despite his acceptance, he was in no rush to finish his tea. Not that you minded of course. Conversation flowed as free as the tea he poured for the both of you.

When you do reach the end of the pot, you go quiet as he cleans the tea set. With a flick of his wrist another teapot appears in the air. The steam from within rises, curling into the light. He rinses every piece with such gracious movements that so obviously stem from years of experience. It never fails to capture your attention.

Finally, he sets everything aside.

"Shall we?"

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The two of you return to bed. With the way you're laying, Zhongli is slotted almost perfectly against you. His head rests on your shoulder.

"Does this satisfy you?"

His warmth and weight feel more comforting than you'd imagined. Although… now that you've got your foot in the door.

“More.” You demand, although you’re mostly joking.

You thought he understood that with the way he inhaled, like a half finished chuckle. But then he stretches out.

You’ve seen him in his dragon form before, the great Morax in the flesh. Or more accurately, in the scales. You can only describe the transformation process as something akin to a molting reptile. Objectively, it isn’t pretty. To you though, it’s always a breathtaking sight. 

The change literally steals your breath away. You struggle to breathe under his weight. How such a large being can fit into a smaller form, you have no clue.

“Is this adequate?”

His voice is a tinge deeper, and seems to hold a lot more power. You always wonder if it truly changes, or if it’s your brain playing tricks on you.

You laugh lightly. “Much, thank you.”

Knowing your satisfaction, he decides to make himself comfortable. Around and around he goes, until he’s balanced (mostly) on top of you in a coil.

When he’s finished he sighs. You sigh in solidarity. No matter for what reason he actually sighed for.

The two of you lay in silence for a while, simply enjoying the physical contact. 

His scales are smooth to the touch. When your hand travels up towards his mane you’re hit by a puff of hot air. He watches with crinkled eyes as you run your fingers through coarse strands.

He’s gorgeous. 

You can’t help but smile to yourself. From his grand horns to the steady beating of his heart against your chest, even the fact that he's so willing to show this form to you, it all makes you question how any of this is even real.

It’s like a dream come true. 

If you had told yourself in the past that you’d end up in a relationship with a now retired god who happens to be able to transform into a dragon. Well, you’d think you were insane.

You unknowingly shake your head at the idea, to which Zhongli tilts his.

“Is something the matter?”

Your cheeks warm. “No, nothing.” You immediately change the subject. “Does it feel better when you get to take on this form again? Is it relieving, or- I mean, how does it feel?”

With the proximity of your faces, it's hard not to notice the way his eyes narrow ever so slightly. "It is a welcome change. Much like when one walks a different path as they would in their day to day."

"Do you wish that you could do it more often?"

He hums, the sound more akin to a purr with how it reverberates. In fact, it even relaxes you further. You feel as though you've shifted farther into the bed, the blankets brushing against your skin.

Or maybe you actually did, as you immediately tense when you feel his claws on you. 

"Those are sharp!"

Immediately they're gone. "My apologies. I should be more mindful. These claws, they were not made for such activities after all."

You chuckle. "These activities? You make it sound so suspicious."

He yawns, his jaw opening so wide you realize he could swallow a boar whole. Several boars maybe. Or even a boat.

"I was referring to these more peaceful activities."

Your eyes widen. “Ah. Right.”

It's easy to forget what Zhongli is capable of. Especially since he's currently acting as your weighted blanket.

The silence stretches. Your gaze shifts between his mouth and literally anywhere else. Zhongli’s eyes rest solely on you.

“Do I scare you?” As he speaks you’re forced to face his teeth. You pull your eyes from the multitude of knife-like points to observe his face.

To you, it simply holds curiosity. You were afraid that he’d be unhappy with your reaction. Although he could be saving it for your response.

“Well…”

It’d be a lie to say that he is harmless. Or to say that you weren’t spooked just now. It’s a bit difficult to ponder on his nature and that of your relationship with him on top of you.

Of course, in his bountiful patience, Zhongli simply watches as you find the right words. His face betrays no emotion.

Although, if you’re being honest…

You start gently. “Yes, at times.” You watch him out of the corner of your eye as you stroke his mane once again. “However,” you grin, “I can’t say that I’m not into it.”

[luna-jaden-shadow]

Dead On Your Feet

Prompts - Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can’t Pass Out

Summary -  Something that Ranboo wasn't counting on when he went on a walk was finding someone bleeding out, much less someone that was so similar to him Or In which Ranboo finds a dragon hybrid after they crashed in the snow and takes them home to heal them

Angst / Fluff

Warning - Blood/Gore, Injury, 

Pairing - C!Ranboo X Enderdragon!Reader

A/n - Did I write out a whole one-shot and then write a new one for this prompt? Yes. Yes, I did.

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“Stay awake.”

You mumble it to yourself like a prayer, eyes getting harder and harder to stay open in the cold. Your movements are slow, limbs feeling a thousand times heavier in the harsh cold of the tundra you're passing through. Every now and then, your wings give out, dropping you a bit before you catch the wind again. You're deathly pale from the cold, and a large cut rests on your back along your spine, still bleeding as you fly. Your head pounds from the injury on your head, blood covering the side of your face, staining half of your vision in a layer of red.

“Just a little further.” You promise yourself though you're still unsure of where you're going. The terrain you're flying over is unfamiliar to you; all you know is that you're going west, following where the sun is slowly beginning to fall towards the horizon line. “Just a little-” Your voice fails with your wings as you plummet from the sky, unable to catch the wind like before. Seeing that you weren’t going to be able to catch the wind or flap enough to fly, you wrap your wings around yourself and tuck your head down. A yelp leaves you as you crash into a forest area in the tundra, snow-covered branches only slowing your crash landing. You land in the snow with a groan, sliding a bit from where you hit before you came to a full stop. 

You uncurl your wings from around yourself; you lay in the snow and let out short huffs of air. A long moment passes before you try to at least sit up, your muscles ache for you to stop, and your body craves sleep. You're only able to push yourself up only an arm's length from the ground. Panting, you wince at the pain in your back as you move. 

Somewhere in the snowy forest, there’s a crunch in the snow, footsteps drawing closer to you as you shiver and bleed out in the cold. A figure appears, moving behind the trees as your arms give out, making you lay on the snowy ground once more, the side of your face against the snow. The figure slowly approaches you, breaking the small tree line till they’re just a few feet away from you. Tired eyes look up at them, catching the vibrant eyes that stare down at you in curiosity. 

With very little energy, you try to shift back in the snow, only to groan in pain and give up on what you believe would be your second death. As your vision blurs, the figure walks closer and kneels down, unclasping the cloak from their shoulders and wrapping it around you, gently pulling your wings to your body to move them under the cloak. “I got you.” His voice is calming, almost soothing to you, as he moves you to be able to be picked up. “This is gonna hurt.” He picks you up, holding you close to his chest in an attempt to keep you warm. 

You groan at the movement, your head against his shoulder. He starts walking instantly off in some direction. At some point during the walk, you finally pass out from exhaustion, becoming limp in the stranger’s arms.

. . .

The bright light of day burns through the window, laying a strip of light across your eyes. Your eyes screw tighter as you stir from your sleep, groaning as you turn your head to try and hide from the daylight. Slowly, you open your eyes and are met with an unfamiliar room and bandages all over your body. Purple eyes move around the room and find no one other than you in the room. Shifting, you slowly push yourself up on the bed, groaning at the pain in your back. you swing your legs over the edge of the bed. Reaching your hand to your head, you feel the bandages wrapped around your head and groan at the pulsing that hits you at the acknowledgment of the wound.

Relieved, you drop your hand before slowly pushing yourself off of the bed, and the second you are up straight, you stumble forward, and your knees give out. You hit the wooden floor with a soft thud, your wings shuddering in pain behind you. Somewhere in the house, there’s a different thud and then movement, making you panic as you scoot back on the floor till your back presses against the bed, making you hiss. 

The footsteps approach the room, and the door opens to show the person from before she had blacked out, only now she can see them clearly. They stand tall, with black and white hair that matches their skin and barely reaches their jawline. It was clear that they were a hybrid by just about everything about them. There's a certain pull about them that reminds you of home. You two are in a stand-off for a long moment, neither trying to move in any way. Both hybrids are unsure of where to go from here, both very unsure of what the other is capable of. 

“You should be in bed.” He voices, watching you shift uncomfortably. You don't say anything, trying to figure out if you should trust him or not. “You were on your last legs when I found you; if I was gonna-ya know-I would have out there.” He insists, hoping that would aid in your internal dilemma. He steps forward cautiously, holding his hand out to you; there’s a gold band on his pinky finger as well as one with some kind of green gem in it on his middle finger. You stare at his hand for a moment before taking it and letting him help you stand up and then sit on the bed. “Is it okay if I change your bandages?” 

You hesitate before nodding, watching him with cautious eyes as he moves around the room before he pulls up a chair beside the bed. Gently, he takes your right arm and undoes the bandages to show off all the little cuts that have since healed and no longer need to be dressed before doing the same to the other. 

“Can I ask what your name is?” His voice is soft as he gently cleans a large cut on the back of your hand. The washcloth he uses is dipped into a healing brew before being applied, aiding in the healing process of your wounds. 

You let out a hiss as he cleans and dresses the cut. “Y/n.” Your voice is quiet and cracks a bit, leading him to offer you the glass of water from the bedside table, you down half of it before setting it aside again. 

The man hums, suddenly standing up from the chair. You flinch at his movement, backing up on the bed as though he is going to do something to you. Your wings flare up despite the pain it causes you; you can't help it it's your body’s attempt at making yourself look bigger in the face of danger. He pauses all movements, staring at you and your barely stretched-out wings. “It’s alright.” He promises his hands up with his palms facing you. 

“Sorry.” You mumble, fiddling with your hands as he unwraps the bandage from around your head. 

“It’s alright.” He insists, looking at the cut on your head. “Do you remember what happened?” One hand pushes back your hair while the other cleans the cut that follows along your hairline. He’s cautious of accidentally bumping the dark horns on your head, the right one of which is broken, the faint cracks that travel down to the base faintly puls a purple color that matches your eyes. “You have quite the cut here, so I wanna make sure you don’t have brain damage.”

What happened to you comes to you in flashes, moments of chains, and pillager laughter. A ripping pain from your head and the burning cut down your back makes you shiver. You get lost in the broken memories of your time wherever you were, zoned out as the man wraps your head. As soon as his touch leaves you, you focus back on him and give him a small nod.

“That’s good.” He notes. “I’m gonna change the one on your back, okay?” You look at him for a moment before nodding. “Just turn a bit for me?” You shift on the bed, turning your back to him. He cuts the bandages away, and you wrap your arms around her chest. “Sorry about the whole missing shirt thing; I had to remove it to get to the cut.” 

“It’s okay…”

Mismatch eyes glance at you, “Ranboo.” 

You hum, flinching from his touch when he probes the cut along your spine. He mumbles out another apology as his touch changes to be gentle after that, cleaning the wound carefully to not hurt you too much. “Thank you.” 

He covers the healing wound, and with your help, he wraps your back and chest, maneuvering around the bases of your wings. “Don’t mention it, couldn’t just leave you to freeze in the snow.” He replies, starting to put away the healing supplies as you turn in the bed. “Are you hungry?” You look up as he turns fully to look at you. 

You give a small nod, your attention now drawn to the window. Outside of the building, it snows, a drastic change from when you had woken up. Ranboo takes a moment, observing you and the faraway look in your eyes as you stare at the snowfall. For the moment, you're a person of few words he’s concluded, of course, that could be due to shock or whatever trauma you've gone through before he’d found you. Regardless of what happened, he was prepared to help you through it.

[z0mbie-d0ve]

The struggle of self shipping with an uncommon character so you can’t find any self ship content with them

[poetthewriter]

🥘𝒲ℰℒ𝒞𝒪ℳℰ 𝒯𝒪 𝒯ℋℰ 𝒦ℐ𝒯𝒞ℋℰ𝒩🍲

🌱ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ🌾

𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 CLOSED for THE MOMENT ❤︎︎ 𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 6

☕︎︎ 𝓔𝓛𝓛𝓞 𝓘𝓜 𝓟𝓞𝓔𝓣 𝓝𝓘𝓒𝓔 𝓣𝓞 𝓜𝓔𝓔𝓣 𝓨𝓞𝓤☕︎︎ 𝓜𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮

He/him

𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕= 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒃&𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔🌱🧄🌿

𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔= 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔&𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔🥮🍡🍯

Life series= 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒔&𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒘𝒔🌶️🥕🌽

Og Mcyt(no Server)= snacks&goodies🥪🥟🍱

RatsSmp= 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬&𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬🥖🍰🥨

Witchcraft= drinks&beverages🍹🥃🥂

Pirates Smp = fruits&veggies🍊🥬🍓

𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔= 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓🥥🍒🫐

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔

🌿𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒄𝒚𝒕 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒊 𝒈𝒐 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕, 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒖, 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕, 𝒅𝒐𝒈𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒂 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍🌿 𝑰𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈<3 just no dream smp (:

𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚/𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆/𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒆/𝒉𝒆𝒓

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝑯𝑪𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐚!

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝑵𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒔

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒙 𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒕, 𝒑𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂, 𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎, 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒎, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆.

❤︎︎𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭❤︎︎

feather anon<3

🪶

Moony<3

🌑/🌘

Chopper<3

🪓

Deery<3

🦌

[luimagines]

It would be pretty cool to see a Minecraft Reader that uses their enchanted weapons and potions. I feel like Four would be curious about the glow coming from their diamond sword and becomes surprised when the sword makes mobs drop more items or make them light on fire (Like the looting or flame effect). Then comes the bow. Reader would have a overpowered bow with like infinity, flame, power, and unbreaking. The Chain would be curious on how Reader could launch so much arrows despite having one in hand. There could also be tipped arrows that she would use when things turn rough. When there are too many mobs, she would shoot a poison II arrow then an instant damage to attack a whole row. I feel like Wild would want to know how to do that. Whenever the Chain might be weakened in battle, she would launch a regeneration and strength arrow to help them. Imagine when one of them is severely hurt and Hyrule is too tired to heal them, Reader just throws a splash potion on their head, they cover their head expecting pain from the cracked glass from the bottle until they feel better and stronger. It would also make fun pranks happen, like turning Wind invisible for him to mess with everyone. They would be wondering on who keeps pushing them or how their stuff is levitating. Or racing against someon and drinking a speed II potion while splashing them with a slowness potion. It would be an instant win!

Wild would want to know where to get a bow like that.

Reader: Oh! You like it? thanks! I made it.

Wild:......

....

....

...

"Can I has?"

Reader and Four talking shop and talking about the way they make weapons. Four having the need for a crafting table for the rest of his life.

Legend and his Pegasus Boots vs. Reader and their speed potion. And go!

Legend wanting to also know how they get to carry so many things at once and carry all of their items. Hidden inventory! No magic pouches here people!

What if Reader was from a Minecraft server with mods? Now we're cooking with gas!

[lowkeyrobin]

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

But its like streaming together for the first time and its just really sweet while he teaches you to play Minecraft:)

<3

yesyeysysysyyseyyseseysyes this is actually my first time writing for him other than that one sorry boys preference 😭🙏 ; I had no idea how to get from point a to point b so I'm so sorry lmao

SLIMECICLE ; minecraft tutorial

summary ; charlie teaches you how to play minecraft on stream

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 758

masterlist

You met Charlie in your freshman year of high school, and finally, by your senior year, you were dating. Now, at twenty-five, you were happy with your lives and peacefully living. He was a full-time content creator, and you were working at a department store, just a job to pay for classes to get the degree you were hoping to get.

You'd appeared in a stream or video here and there. You were relatively camera shy and didn't like disturbing your boyfriend while he was working, so you didn't show your face to his fans very much other than Instagram posts.

But, he'd gotten the genius idea to invite you on his stream and teach you how to play Minecraft. You knew stuff here and there about the game, but not a lot. All you really knew was blocks and the insane amount of friends he had, and eggs.

You sit down in a chair next to him, picking at your fingers as he begins the stream, giving you a warm welcome for chat. You give the camera a wave, looking to Charlie as he explains why you're here and what you'll be doing.

"Okay, so WASD is to move, mouse is to look around"

"Okay" You nod, using the mouse to look around, seeing you'd spawned in a dark oak biome. "Oooo, I like this place. Wait, this is one of those biomes you were playing in VR with Traves and Schlatt"

He nods and chuckles, "Yeah, yeah. Hold down the left mouse button to break blocks and get some wood."

You nod, doing as he says, gathering the dark oak wood. "I'm guessing walking, talking egg children are QSMP only" You joke, taking notice of the lack of eggs.

"Honestly, there is two types of eggs but they don't walk or talk, if that's any better?"

"Two?"

"Chicken eggs and the Ender Dragon's egg"

"Oh!"

You progress through the game a bit, getting better as you play.

You're now wielded with iron tools, golden boots from a nether portal ruin, and an iron helmet. Charlie speaks about the nether, which got you in a bit of a panic since, yes, you wanted to try and beat the game, but you didn't want to die and lose all your items, either. You definitely weren't loaded enough to go try and get a bunch of blaze rods and trade for ender pearls, so you decided to explore the massive caves to try and find diamonds and more iron, for now.

Charlie watches you, proudly. He shows you all the tips and tricks and teaches you what items do, how they work, and how to craft them.

"Oh, get out! Get out! That's a warden cave, out! Go! Go, go!" He exclaims, eyes widening.

"What?" You ask, quickly backing up as you look at the torch light illuminating the dark blue blocks. You hear a rustling sound in the headphones and quickly panic, running back where you came from.

"Wardens are so OP, dude, you'll get demolished. The abandoned cities have awesome gear and loot, though"

"Then let's go get it!"

"The wardens, Y/n"

You slowly look between him and the screen, and quickly type a little /gamemode peaceful in chat, switching the game mode.

"Y/n!" He giggles, "I thought you didn't wanna cheat"

"Well, I want rare shit. Thank your chat, dude." You shrug with a smile, heading back down towards the abandoned city.

You end up finding nearly a stack of diamonds down there, plus a bunch of enchanting books and music discs. Charlie was hyping you up the whole time and deflecting the fact you were in peaceful, using the responses of "they're scaring the wardens away" and "the wardens are there, they're just hiding" for the bit.

"Okay, I think I got everything"

"Oh, you don't leave"

"Huh?"

"You never leave.. you never leave once you enter" He begins to do the dark and scary voice while he quickly types in the /gamemode hard into chat, summoning a few wardens around you.

You yelp and quickly sprint away, taking a solid five hearts of damage from one hit. You're unable to turn the game back to peaceful as you try your best to run away. You attempt to build straight up but are hit again, killing you.

All your items burst out of your inventory as you stare at the 'You died!' screen, jaw hanging agape. You slowly turn your head towards the brunette next to you as chat explodes with comments.

"Charlie!"

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Hun something else I want to ask is if you would do a hybrid dragon Yan..? Forgot to mention it in the last ask because I forget ideas a lot <3

-from the one anon who said to use 3 names you like :)!

P.s I’ll probably refer to myself as this forever now hun

I'm sorry this took so long!! Here it is:

CW: mild violence, video game logic

Yandere!Dragon x GN!Reader

The winds in the mountains were cold enough to slice open skin and leave blisters.

Traveling up towards the sky was (Reader), a warrior known throughout the lands for their incredible feats, climbing up the snowy pass towards the dark splotch on their map.

The dragon's lair.

Only human in appearance, (Reader) had slaughtered almost every type of monster and fiend in the continent, sending fear through all living beings. They were rumored to be immortal, since they seemed to be capable of recovering from any wound they received, no matter how critical. Whatever life threatening hit they took, and no matter how certain their death seemed to be, (Reader) would only black out, waking a few hours later. A warrior without a past, without a home, who only lived to kill.

Slaying a dragon would be the last creature on the killer's list, having already defeated deities and apocalypse level threats. It wasn't that a dragon would be harder than killing a god; they just hadn't gotten around to it.

In the grand scheme of life, dragon slaying would be a side quest.

(Reader) doubted that the battle would be difficult in any sort of sense; aside from their incredible physical attributes they also had legendary gear such as "the Ring of Absolution" which was forged from the tears of a Golden Warrior. That ring alone made it impossible for enemies to block their attacks or use "break out" to parry.

Upon finding the cave and entering recklessly, (Reader) wished that someone had told them sooner:

That "when you're at the top, the only place to go is down.."

A blast of fire knocked their helmet off their head as the heat pushed them back. Shocked (and a little excited) the warrior raised their vampiric sword. Inside the cave, a giant red and golden dragon sat posed, muscles tense and eyeing the invader with intrigue.

"Who are you, to enter my home?" His deep voice sounded more confused than offended. And when (Reader) pointed their weapon at him in response, he chuckled. "Adorable little human, if you wish to live a long life, leave this cave now, and I shall spare you."

(Reader) shouted, igniting a glowing light around their body, then lunged, slashing at the beast.

To the dragon's surprise it hurt.

"Foul little thing!" He snarled, attempting to blast the human with another bolt of flames (this time not as a warning) but the fighter rolled out of the way, effectively dodging the attack. (Reader) thrust again, angering the dragon when he found that he could not block the sword, the blade passing his harder scales and hitting his soft flesh despite his guarding.

Amidst the rage and frustration a new emotion began forming within the centuries young being; respect.

There were no dragons he wished to associate with, there were no creatures that approached him of their own free will. He was alone. For a very, very long time. For he was not just a dragon..

He was Targov the Malicious.

A dragon of legend, ender of nations, killer of kings..

And his health was slowly being chipped away by the steel of a mortal.

(Reader) did not know who the dragon was, only that this was the closest location for a dragon nest.

"Small human.. I have a proposition for you."

The warrior paused, tilting their head as they waited for the dragon to continue.

"You have impressed me, and you have earned my admiration. So I offer you a chance at life eternal: become my mate, and ascend to a higher state of being.

You shall never want nor need for anything. I will be your willing servant for all of eternity."

It wasn't the first proposal (Reader) had received, yet it was certainly the first from a beast. They stepped back a fraction as though his words caused them to stumble. His request sounded so genuine that it almost killed their blood lust.

Almost.

Disappointment and betrayal filled the dragon's eyes as (Reader) suddenly threw their sword like a spear, lodging it into Targov's chest, a feather's distance shy of his heart. But even that only further fueled the growing need he had for the mortal. And the obvious solution to the warrior's resistance was to make the choice easier for them.

Targov flew forward, but instead of attacking like (Reader) had predicted, he grappled the human in his talons and continued faster, propelling them both out of the cave and into the sky as he built speed.

The wind jostled the surprised human about like a rag doll as they rose higher into the atmosphere. Their ears popped painfully, but they could still hear the roaring laughter of the dragon.

"HA! Now what do you say, human?! Shall you be mine? Or shall I drop you?!" He held the adventurer loosely by the fabric visible under their armor in an attempt to frighten them. But what he saw next made his heart falter.

His eyes widened as (Reader) smiled triumphantly, raising a dagger while maintaining eye contact, and sliced off the part of their outfit Targov held onto, willingly allowing themselves to fall.

It was just a fall.

Yeah, it would hurt. It would hurt like a son of a bitch, but (Reader) knew they wouldn't die. They never did.

However, their near immortality was something that Targov didn't know about.

Before his emotions could fully form into separate feelings, Targov dove, recatching the little human, now with a more secure grip, and flew back to his home, his heart beating a billion beats per second once it restarted.

(Reader) was thrown to the floor by the dragon seconds before being blinded by a bright flash. The dragon was consumed in a bright white glow that illuminated the cave, morphing into a more human appearance, with deep golden skin and red hair. His horns and claws still remained, but as (Reader) could see clearly from his lack of clothes, was now mostly human. He charged towards (Reader), face twisted in his confusing mix of emotions. Anger, shock, hurt, feelings his adrenaline wouldn't give him time to categorize as he closed in on the confused human.

He hoisted (Reader) up by their neck.

"You'd really rather die than be mine?!" The enraged dragon screamed.

Struggling to breathe, the warrior grabbed one of his scaly hands while trying to smack his face with their dominant hand.

The glint of their ring caught Targov's attention, who recognized it instantly. He had been alive for a very long time, and killed many a god during his rebellious years. Sharp teeth sunk into (Reader's) fingers, the dragon biting their hand lightly, suddenly, earning a shocked cry from the struggling human. Targov dropped (Reader), pulling the ring off their finger with his fangs as he did so.

The warrior didn't notice their missing ring until they regained their composure and attempted to attack the humanoid dragon, who blocked their attack perfectly fine.

Targov wore the ring on his smallest claw.

"I see I was right about you.." His deep voice chuckled, but (Reader) couldn't tell if it was out of amusement or fury. "A fellow God killer.. who better suited to be my mate?"

He grabbed (Reader's) wrist, and despite it's low speed, the ring prevented (Reader) from dodging.

"Welcome home, my mate."

"Even if I have to break you, I will have you. And you will learn to love me."

[neruro]

VOD 01 - one viewer, and that's me on a different device!

first time chatter...? | scara x reader smau

Minecraft launched, alerts on, your phone beside you.

You would be okay! Thinking back at your friends’ words... You would continue to do your best! Even if no one comes, all you had to do was gain confidence and keep going until someone does!

After a moment of hesitation, you pressed the button, tabbing over to the game.

"Welcome to the stream, everyone!" You said. "I'm Catatouille, and I hope my stream will make you all happy today!"

Glancing over to your phone, you saw the symbol for one viewer, fueling on your hope. Someone was watching! Then... You had to do your best to make them smile–

Oh.

Right, it was from your phone.

'That's okay,' you thought to yourself as you started to collect wood. 'I'm a new streamer... So I'll just have fun!'

There was no mistaking how excited you were to start this journey of yours. But grandpa Xiao would definitely tell you that growth would be slow... So patience would be key!

Yes, patience...

Haha...

You turned your attention to the game in front of you. You would have fun! It was all in good fun, right?

But then!

The world slowed down. First, you felt the dread as you hear the sound of footsteps. Then the horror as you see it emerge from the shadows, running from the unlit part of the cave. You would begin to think. Regret. Contemplate why you didn’t craft a shield before this expedition. You frantically tried to defend yourself, hitting just shy outside of the hitbox. And then you hear the sound of getting hit, your character falling, being thrown into lava behind you. Then, to the sound of your character burning, the story of how you got all your stuff flashing before your eyes. When you discovered the amethyst cave, how you found the vein of five diamonds, the music disc you found from a dungeon, you see your hearts go down, and so does the time, your hope for the future playthrough of this game. And when you’re on the death screen, it finally sinks in. Your stuff is gone, your levels are reset. You are alone—

Catatouille tried to swim in lava to escape Baby Zombie.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see something move in the chat box.

You couldn't respond for a moment at the whiplash of feelings. Yes, you wanted to cry, curse the world for bringing you a baby zombie of all things, and the annoying words from chat didn't help at all... but also...!

A chatter! A real one! And not the random bots you saw in the viewers tab!

"Welcome to the stream, Scaramouche!" You said, forgetting your previous annoyances for just a moment. "Hope your day is going well!"

“Yep!” You said, giddy with the thought of having your first fan. “Will do!”

"I'm not rage quitting!" You insist, exiting your survival world and quitting to the main menu. "Not because of something so trivial! I'm going to keep on persevering until I beat the Ender Dragon, mind you!"

You took a deep breath, collecting yourself. At least this stream has been going well! A chatter that stuck with you... Luck was in your favor! Except the fact that your friends never showed up... But they'd probably embarass you in some way... Hm.

"Anyway... Thanks for showing up, Scaramouche... And any other lurkers watching," you said with a smile, even though you didn't have a webcam on. "I’m going to keep on trying to be a steamer you can be proud of, don't worry! And my next stream is tomorrow, so try to watch it if you can!"

first time chatter...?

masterlist || prev || next

✧˚ ·summary - tada! a new streamer (aka: you!) entered the scene! and what's this? your first regular chatter accompanying you to fame? great! and you're both becoming friends? even better! ... eh? what... what do you mean he has over a million followers? and what does he mean by 'do you remember me!?'

taglist is open (thank you guys, bold means I can’t tag you!) - @maxineshearts @magica-ren @drmyday @haunts-gh0st @featuredtofu @yyyyiijhth @hiraethsdesires @mellowberrie @meigalaxy @idontevenknow129 @beriiov @sakiimeo @karma-gisa

author's note - unrelated but kafka. i have her. did her companion mission. she is my mother now. thank you for supporting me~ get a whole lot of rest!

[anarchytaken]

The Ruler of the End - 2

“You’re leaving us here in this dilapidated building!?”

“ Well, it’s the only available one we have.”

The Ender dragon stared at the soon - to - be - destroyed building, its wood worned and tearing, multiple holes for rain to come in, broken windows, anda door hanging on for dear life on its hinges.

The outside wasn’t better either, with dead grass the color of pale green, dead trees bare of leaves, and a crooked gate around it.

“It has a certain charm,” Yuu, the human that was also from another world, said sarcastically. The dragon’s lips twitched in brief amusement before he looked at the building and curled his lips in disgust. This excuse of an adult really wants them to live in this safety hazard of a building? 

How irresponsible.

But considering his situation as stranded and lost in this new world, he supposed the headmaster could’ve done much worse such as kicking them out. When entering inside, it was far much worse. Dust everywhere, broken furniture, creepy crawlies hiding away from the sudden strangers, and worse of all!

Dust!

“I’ll come back with some food and clothes for the two of you, for I am gracious.” said the headmaster before he left with a bang on the door.

A layer of dust fell and landed on his head, making the ruler twitch in annoyance. Yuu looked at him, concerned. “Please don’t burn this down, it’s all we got.”

“I won’t,” he replied before shaking the dust off. “Do you clean?”

“Dude, I learned how to clean since I was five.”

“Excellent,” the dragon looked into the pocket dimension of his horde, looking at the various things he will need, “I’ll have to replace some of the wood before sleeping tonight.”

“Why? It’s no-“

Cue, the sound of rain pouring from above.

Yuu deadpanned at the sight, “Good idea.” They then looked at the dragon, “But won’t the rain bother you?”

“No worries, I have an umbrella here.” To emphasize his point, the dragon pulled out a red umbrella from his pocket dimension, opening it before closing. Yuu let out a low whistle, “That’s pretty handy, the dimension thing that is.”

“It’s a normal thing back in my world, but the amount of space depends on the individual itself. Since I’m one of the most powerful beings there, my horde is quite big.” he explained.

The human nodded in understanding, “Man, I wish I had something like that. Unfortunately, my world doesn’t have any magic to begin with.”

The dragon, who was arranging his needed supplies before heading outside, paused and perked at the detail in interest. “No magic? As in, not at all?” he asked, glancing at them.

Yuu shrugged,” The most magic we had were witches and - what were they called again? - Ah, right. Shamans.” they then paused at the word, “I think I got that one wrong.”

“But in my world, we also have witches.”

“Yeah, but our witches mostly talk to the dead and summon demons who they hate.”

“. . .How interesting.”

*-*

When the Ender Dragon left to fix the roof, Yuu finally squealed at the contained excitement they felt. 

I met the Ender Dragon!

And to learn that the dragon had a hybrid form and was male!? Their life could not get any better! Being a Minecraft player and constant viewer of any Minecraft youtuber there was, (Technoblade, may he rest in peace), how could they not recognize the infamous mob of the End!

The ultimate boss of Minecraft!

Yuu nearly died when they realized that the Ender Dragon was also summoned by the Dark Mirror and when he called the Endermen - at that time, they almost quite literally died - but nonetheless, they were thrilled!

God, he’s so powerful and majestic in real life! And to think he would look that handsome! After being dumped into a Disney world with pretty boys!? The Ender Dragon was like a final Christmas gif-

A realization came to them.

They can’t keep calling him ‘The Ender Dragon’ all the time. Despite that was how they and others called him in the game, he’s actually a living being and Ender Dragon was his species of animal. No, he would need a proper name.

Finding a broom, they began sweeping the floor as they thought. A suitable name for the ruler - or former ruler since he supposedly died - of the End, he comes from the End and it’s kinda in the name of his species. Looking at the languages they learned so far, they tried to search for a peculiar name for him.

What’s ‘end’ in Norwegian. . .nah, calling him ‘slutt’ seems like a bad idea. And Spanish and Portuguese are either ‘fin’ or ‘fim’. Hmm. . . Maybe Oxiri from Uzbek? Wait, why am I thinking of names that mean ‘end’? He’s more than someone from the End. What’s dark in latin. . .

Yuu pursed their lips before trying out the soon to be name, “Tenebris.” That didn’t sound too terrible of a name, besides, they were running out of language they understood. Happy and satisfied, they continued to sweep the floor, waiting on their dorm mate when a yelp caught their attention. . .

The ruler held the umbrella above his head as he placed the roof pieces on the holes, temporary replacements before he decided to fully renovate this excuse of a building. 

While it was something he wasn’t accustomed to, the dragon is able to withstand the cold to a degree and is strong enough to endure any pain. He can also go without food or water for a few days. But his companion, Yuu, was a different story. They’re human, meaning they have a more delicate body than him and their body could get sick easily.

Well, easily as an average human can get sick.

Besides the point, they currently don’t have the money for any medicine, he wasn’t an expert in herbs either. He’s also not sure if the healing potions he has would be effective for a human from another world, so he’s not taking that risk. Lastly, he’s not sure if the gems he has would be considered valuable in this world.

Yuu will be under his care as he is under theirs’, both being from other worlds, so if they get sick or are injured, it’s partly his responsibility to make sure they’re okay. Majority was supposed to go to the headmaster of this school, since the Dark Mirror is the property of this school and he’s in charge of it.

But now he’s not sure if he should put his trust or faith in the bird man.

A sting of pain made him hiss as a drop of water splashed on his tail, he glanced to see a red spot before he moved his tail under the umbrella. He’s kinda glad for the robes that he wore. He still remembers the conversation that happened before they were sent here; After the reveal of his origins, the dragon noticed that in the headmaster’s hands was a robe of black and purple. The same robe that everyone wore. The headmaster, after coughing to regain composure, asked him to put on his ceremonial robes.

This made the dragon confused as he asked: “Why do I have to put that on?”

An awkward silence ensued as multiple individuals looked away, some tinting in red. Another cough from the headmaster, “Ah, well, I’m not sure how it is done in your world, but here, we wear clothing for. . .decency.”

With furrowed brows, the dragon looked down at his own appearance. Ah, I’m still bare 

Indeed, he wore nothing of any clothing, his human torso exposed revealing the tone muscle he developed in his dragon form, before they slowly changed to his obsidian scaled dragon legs. His tail that protruded from his tailbone covered the crack of his rear, and a certain part between his legs was covered behind the many scales of his legs. 

Meaning, any part that is to be censored is covered by his biology.

I suppose that’s the norm for humans. Even in my world, some hybrids wear clothing. thought the dragon as he covered another hole. This building still needs work but he can continue it tomorrow when it’s not raining. Maybe he should add an automatic farm, so they don’t have to buy their food. But he would have to get seeds first,

Don't I have seeds in one of my shulker boxes? he thought as he gathered his things, putting them in his horder minus the umbrella before descending to the ground. Ignoring the stinging from the rain, he entered the building and was met with yells and shouts of fighting.

The dragon raised his brows in alarm before quickly flew towards the source which was on the second floor. When he got there, his alertness turned to confusion at the sight. Yuu was panting, sweat dripping from their forehead. A little at their side is the blue grey cat with flaming ears and a striped bow, who was seemingly more exhausted than the human. And in front of them is. . .

An abomination of a ghost and the headmaster.

I mean, what in the Three Realms is that!? Did the headmaster die!? If so, then that’s one monstrous ghost form!

Fortunately, after a poof of smoke, the ghost changed into the headmaster standing on his two feet and his dark suit and cape.

Ah, he’s alive.

“Incredible!” the bird-man exclaimed, “Working together with a monster - Why, you have the skills to be a beast tamer!”

A what? What in the Three Realms did I miss!?

Blinking in confusion, the former ruler of the End could only watch on as the headmaster’s rambles dissolved into a series of mumbles, which was interrupted by Yuu. “Umm, may Grim stay with me please?”

“What did you say!? A monster!? Staying in school!?”

“You. . .” the cat creature, whose name is Grim, trailed off.

Deciding to intervene for the moment, the dragon spoke. “Pardon my language, but what is going on!?”

The three of them jumped and turned to him in surprise. The cat creature widened his eyes in fear and recognition at the sight of him while Yuu grinned and jogged to the dragon. “You’re back!” 

He nodded, brushing a strand of dark hair from his face. “I managed to fix and cover the holes on the roof, but with this rain I’ll have to start renovations a little later.”

“It’s okay, you did a good job though.”

“Thank you,”

“Why is he here!?”

The both of them looked at Grim, who hid behind the headmaster’s long legs for protection. The headmaster, meanwhile, had a smile as he spoke. “Ah, Mr. Ender Dragon. I’ve returned with food and new clothes!”

“That’s wonderful to hear,” the dragon replied, crossing his arms. “So, mind telling me why that cat creature is here?”

“I’m not a cat!”

Ignoring the protest, the dragon listened as Yuu explained to him what happened after he left. The ruler glared at Grim, who stiffened in fear at the next words. “You want to become a great magician when you not only can’t attack properly but also dare to insult another. Much less, someone who doesn’t have any magic!?”

Grim bared his teeth, despite trembling. “The Great Grim doesn’t need to respect anyone-“

“Before becoming someone great, perhaps learn to be humble first.” The Ender Dragon snorted before turning to the headmaster. “Now, may we discuss how we should live here?”

“Ah yes, I was about to discuss that with you.” The headmaster cleared his throat. “As you know, I’m letting you live here but the necessities like food, clothing, and money should be up to you. And as I’m gracious, you three will be doing some oddjobs here and there.”

“Three?”

“Yes, the monster is included in your dorm.”

The dragon deadpanned, Huzzah, more responsibilities.

The headmaster then continued to explain that they’ll be working as ‘Janitors’, people who do the maintenance and fixings in this school. Tomorrow, Yuu and Grim will be in charge of cleaning Main Street, wherever that is, while the dragon will be fixing some broken windows among the high towers.

“You have a talent for fixing, I saw you on the roof with materials.” The headmaster had said. “Though, may I ask Mr. Ender Dragon, where did you get the materials for the roof?” He looked up and down at the dragon’s figure. “I don’t see a satchel on you.”

“Oh, that’s my horde, it’s a pocket dimension where I can keep my stuff. Most mobs and humans have them in my world.”

The bird-man’s eyes widened, “How interesting.”

And on that same night, he got a new name.

Yuu had mentioned it, saying it will become a hassle calling him ‘Mr. Ender Dragon’ all of the time. Crowley agreed, “I second that, it is becoming a mouthful.”

Yuu grinned at this, “Then what about Tenebris?”

The dragon quirk a brow, “Tenebris?”

 “Yeah, it means ‘dark’ in latin.” Yuu explained. “I thought of it while cleaning.”

The dragon, now Tenebris, liked the name. The dragon had smiled at the name, since he was mostly called either the ‘Ender Dragon’ or ‘The ruler of the End’ so he never thought of coming up with a name for himself. He had seen hybrids and humans with names, some hard to pronunciate and some with numbers in them. Some were so long the people had to come up with nicknames.

But to be given a name for himself, a warmth of happiness bloomed in his chest.

*-*

It was the next morning when Tenebris had started breakfast. Fixing pumpkin pie, the dragon used his fire to heat the wood so the pie will bake. Tenebris wasn’t sure if the stove or oven still worked so he decided to use the old-fashioned method. A whisper of coldness tickled his side before a translucent anomaly appeared beside him.

“Oh, what a feast you prepared!” the stocky ghost, whose name is Horus, commented.

His chubby friend, Luke, appeared at his other side. “Indeed, what a haul you got there.”

“It’s not much,” Tenebris scowled as he glanced at the dining table. Already on the table were baked potatoes, bread, mushroom stew, and a few plates of steak. The pumpkin pie was the last addition. Three sets of plates and cutlery were set out for him, Yuu, and the cat gremlin named Grim.

A chuckle behind him had him face the last ghost of the trio, whose name is Jasper. “Kid, I would say that’s a bit much.”

His scowl went deeper, making the ghosts coo at him. “Don’t pout now,” Jasper giggled, patting his cheek.

A yawn and footsteps signalled the awakening of the two alive residents in this dorm. Tenebris took the pie out of the makeshift oven before putting it on the table, finishing the final touches. 

“Good morning,” Yuu yawned, their hair a birds’ nest while a line drool escaped from their mouth.

Grim grumbled a bit before he got a whiff of the aroma in the air, “Oooh, something smells good!”

“Save some for Yuu, Grim.” The dragon warned as he took his seat, eyeing the cat monster who took no haste in gulfing as much food as possible.

Yuu wiped their drool as they eyed the table of food, setting themself down. “Woah! Tenebris you made this!?”

“I just had some leftover ingredients and food in my horde,” the dragon answered casually, taking a bite of his pork. “The farm I made this morning will take time to grow, and I can’t gather any cows or chickens to the school unless I want to get in trouble.”

Yuu paused mid-bite, “Did you say farm!?”

“Look outside,”

Tenebris paid no mind as the human rushed from their seat to the window. He also paid no mind to the shriek of disbelief before speechlessness followed. And if he ever felt a sense of pride in his chest, he’ll never tell you that

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[bumblinv]

--- 𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 !

daily life as a part of the phantom thieves

contents akira, ann, yusuke, makoto, futaba x gn!reader

forgetting to bring an umbrella in a rainy day means arriving home soaked, cause you and ryuji both ran through the rain. his blazer he used to shield you both barely keeping any of you dry

imagine teaching makoto how to gossip cause missgirl doesn't understand the fun of it

thinking of bonding with futaba by beating minecraft together. you two got the ender dragon down after just 10 hours of gameplay, with full on enchanted diamond armors and swords. she had done this countless time you dont have to worry about a damn thing

yusuke takes modern art seriously, like he would shot ryuji an offended look if he laugh or talk about how ridiculous any of it looks

at some point of time, after they got back from the nastiest, stinkiest, most shitty smelling part of mementos, akira would bathe morgana despite his protests. he doesn't want any of that on his bed

yusuke lets his brushes marinate in a jar of water for months

window shopping with ann... imagine going through the entire mall for hours without actually buying anything and ending the day at her favourite crepe place

ryuji loosing banks cause everyone keeps beating his ass at mario kart 😭😭

try encouraging makoto to open up more. despite her being the best listener, she never really got anyone to share her thoughts and stories to

i know futaba is that one person ordering nuggets and fries when the rest are having boiled seafood

despite people viewing him badly cause he got a criminal record, akira still attracts many chicks at school and he knows

ryuji was the famous class clown, but everything went downhill for him after the track team incident

i can see makoto being the mother of the group, making sure everyone is well fed and will heal everyone's injuries when infiltrating palaces. her scolding would rip through the air everytime someone does something reckless

[streaming-yn]

can wwe have some shy!streamer and dsmp streamer duo names pls?? :3

yes yes ofc :)!!

p! cc! multiple x shy! y/n

included: Tommy, tubbo, jack manifold, dream

nothing about the reader is specified except they're shy and a streamer, though it was written with minor!reader in mind lol

Tommy

u see fans were gonna go w pressure duo since the first time y'all interacted he carried every convo y'all ever had and you were just like "ah... um, yeah heh;;" so it was like, the pressure to try and make convo cause u felt guilty that he started and carried them all 😭✋

but then someone was like "y'all is that a bit too close to peer pressure duo??", it was split but eventually jitterduo got more popular so everyone switched to that :)

named jitterduo because you both got the jitters!! Tommy is just extroverted so it seems like he has the jitters and you're just super nervous/shy so you do have the jitters

pls ur duo name is cute </3 /pos

Tubbo

pickles duo

allow me to explain:

every pickles duo artist has drawn that pic at least once btw, anyway

at first it was a joke then they were like yes yes so true and bam is was ur genuine duo name

the joke surfaced from one of your first interactions and how that energy lasted through the friendship

you left the voice channel with multiple of the dsmp members to chill in a different vc for a little because all that social stimulation at once was getting overwhelming for you

but you promised chat you'd rejoin after you recharged your social battery (most of them didn't push and were reminding you to take care of yourself first)

after a little bit tubbo realized you were gone, and he knew you were shy, it was basically common knowledge to anyone who has seen any of your content, and ngl he felt a little guilty so he left vc and joined yours!

he asked if you were alright and if you needed him to "tell them to shut their faces", you, of course, declined with a little laugh

alas it was rhetorical and he left your vc anyways 😕 you talked to chat before tubbo rejoined and told you it should be ok to rejoin the main vc without getting a headache now

your defender against Tommy /lh

is it purely bc it is just another reason to bicker? uh, maybe but we don't talk abt it 💀

jack manifold

buffer duo / buffering duo

look at me at tell me I'm wrong

there's a popular hc that c!jack is a cyborg type thing and he's just overall associated with robots

what do electronics (including most robots) do that causes them to pause for a while / stutter?

buffer

as in load

bc ur shy so u stumble over your words a lot and just stay quiet usually at first

aka u buffer

BAM duo name 😌💕

Dream

what if I told u it was end duo 😭

ok let me explain,, dream has defeated the ender dragon many times

he usually wins his manhunts

you're shy, and not very good at socializing

so what do you want to happen to pretty much every social interaction?

you want it to end

another duo name that was 100% satire, literally just a shitpost for laughs and then the fans ran w it 💀

[bots-and-cons]

Aye! can I request a Tfp X reader where the reader has the ability to go to other universes (like videogames, aus and other stuff) and they accidentally put team prime into the minecraft universe and has to defeat the ender dragon to get out. (also they have to fight in classic minecraft style)

I love Minecraft, it's my favorite game and I've been playing it for like ten years. I play it almost everyday if I have time, even if it's just for ten minutes between school work. This was a bit challenging to write because I had to do it from the perspective that they’re all players in a way. I only picked five bots, since it’s easier to manage and these still ended up pretty long

•You’re the minecraft pro in this situation and well the team is absolutely clueless

•Sure they’ve seen you play it on your laptop before, but to be in the game? Nononono

•It just happened by accident, and you sort of pulled the team in with you

•So you all get plunged into this darkness and before you knew it, there’s a familiar blue sky with connected cube clouds

•You look around and realize there are five other players around you and they’re all looking around, very confused

•Minecraft skins don’t have a very good resolution but you do recognize everyone, since they’ve got their colors and even though it’s a very simplistic teh designs are obvious

•Everyone is pretty much freaking out, because they have no idea what’s going on and they can’t pull out their blasters

•They can’t transform either and that’s super weird to everyone

•You’re pretty much laughing, because you’ve been in the Minecraft universe before and you know how to get out

•You start explaining how things work and everyone starts punching trees

•Bee is very excited to get a sword, even though it’s just a wooden one

•Like everyone gets all the necessary tools, but Bee is mostly focused on the sword

•Bulk really likes the pickaxe and Arcee’s swinging around a sword as well

•Optimus gets an axe and he’s very efficient at cutting down trees

•You tell him that you need to survive the night and that you need to kill some sheep so you can sleep, which everyone is appalled by

•Optimus is especially not on board with the idea, but he doesn’t protest after you explain you’re basically in a game and that they’re not actual animals

•You don’t manage to get beds for everyone so you can’t sleep the night away and have to fight the mobs and build a little wooden hut

•You build while the others try to keep the mobs away

•Bulk gets blown up by a creeper and barely survives, and Arcee gets has a bit of trouble with a skeleton

•Ratchet fights zombies and luckily no one manages to look at an enderman

•You get the tiny house built and you’re all huddled up inside of it so no one takes too much damage

•You tell them that even if they die in the game, they’re just gonna respawn and have to keep going

•You start making progress with the game and you end up in they caves to find diamonds

•You’ve instructed them all what to do and how to survive best and even though the cave adventure ends up being all mayhem

•Creepers, spiders, zombies and skeletons all around

•When you get out of the caves Bee sees a bee floating around and he’s just pointing at it and buzzing, because it’s so big

•He tries to pet it which obviously doesn’t end well and he gets super sad when it stings him and dies

•You teach them to use bows and swords and ender pearls

•You venture to the nether with the team and Ratchet falls into lava immediately

•You’ve got keep inventory on, so no stuff was lost but he screamed the whole way he fell

•He has to survive in the overworld alone while the rest of the team is in the nether with you, because he can’t find the portal

•You get the blaze rods from the fortress and the ender pearls from the warped forest and you’re out

•Optimus has just been doing what  you’re telling him, because he wants out of there and you seem to know best

•You finally get to the end and you’ve assigned tasks to everyone, Bulk and Optimus are going in with the axes for the crits and Bee with the sword

•You and Arcee are going to take out the crystals with bows and shoot the dragon until it comes down

•Ratchet is on enderman watch and trying to keep you all safe from them with water buckets and by killing them

•You finally get to jump through the portal and you’re back at the base

•The little adventure feels like it was a fever dream and pretty much no time has passed in the real world

[justdsmp1]

Headphones

Pairing(s): Karl Jacobs x Reader

About: Your gaming on stream and Karl in next to you

Pronouns: She/her

Words: 282

Karl held onto her shoulders as she was playing an intense game, watching her in amazement watching her defeat the ender dragon on her speed-run, not quite close to Dream but close enough. A warm feeling surrounded her. She could hear his soft breathing as she had one part of her headphones to the side, it soothed her.

Letting out a sigh to stop herself from losing her temper at again loosing to the ender dragon. Karl started rubbing his hand in circles on her back. Relaxed slightly, she goes back into the end to grab her stuff and try again.

Karl tapped her shoulder " Can I tell you something?"

Y/n moves one side of her headphones to the side, mid fight.

"Yeah" She replied

"Nevermind" He replied, seeing he was interrupting her. She put one side of her headphones back on.

"I have a lot of feelings for you" He muttered, not thinking she could hear him. Once again she lifted one side of her headphones

"What was that Karl" She questions him

"I didn't say anything" All she did was shrug as the side of her headphone fell back on her ear, then smiled as she put the other side of her headphone on to make it so both were now on. Karl stared at her in shock, not realising she had the other side off her ear. He starts panicking wondering what she is thinking.

He feels frozen in place, until he looked at her face and saw her smiling. Making his heart melt, have some sort of hope she felt the same way for him. He started smiling along with her as chat wondered what had happened.

[fandomshenanigans]

SAGAU, except Creator!Reader has the power of Minecraft Logic and is in a Modded SMP

Imagine if the Reader get isekai'd into Minecraft as their character

They're also not alone because they have their friends, who was also isekai'd into their characters in the SMP

They way Reader gets descended into Genshin is through end portal shenanigans

Reader decked out in Netherite armour, fully enchanted tools, potions, etc. They were 100% ready to "sleep" with the Ender dragon

(They also may have forgotten to tell the other SMP members about these plans to "bed" the Ender Dragon)

Instead they somehow ended in Genshin, a game they stated to play recently before they were reincarnated, and is understandably confused by the whole thing

If we're going fully Cult AU, Reader is likely still confused when the Genshin characters swoop them up and parade them back into their "temple of divinity"

The Admin of the SMP gets a message a week later with: "I lived, bitch" and a photo of Reader cuddling with Venti

But if we're going Imposter AU, well...

Reader is quite decent in PvP and their equipment is pretty new and fully enchanted

Though they will struggle a bit if they fight a group of people but they've got a fair chance if they're fighting someone one on one, yes this includes the other Acolytes

If all else fails, they have Ender Pearls

Aaaand that's all I can think of for now. Feel free to send me asks.