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Ruler of the End - 10

Twisted Wonderland x Male! Ender Dragon Reader

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You sighed in exhaustion after what transpired the past few days. Yuu looked over at you in worry when you slumped over the dining table of Ramshackle, feeling the tension in your body loosen after this action. “You okay, Tene?”

You gave a non-committal grunt in response.

“Thanks for the answer.”

You ignored your human roommate as you tried to let the tension out of your body. Riddle is now under house arrest leaving Cater to be house-warden and Trey to help him. You could see that the redhead is trying to change his ways, trying to be more patient and a bit lenient with others.

All that’s left is the talk with his mother…you were not ready for that yet.

Why? Because you haven’t talked to problematic parents yet. Plus, if how Riddle turned out was bad, you were slightly afraid to find out how his mother was. That sounded tiring to deal with, plus you have a baby to take care of. Granted that Yuu is there along with Grim and the ghosts to help out but still…

Your clawed fingers combed through your long locks in exhaustion, not only that, you had to clean and fix the Heartslabyul dorm along with the residents of said dorm. So much destruction…

A smack to your head had you look up to see purple eyes and a chubby face enter your view, the face giggled when it got your attention. “Astra,” you muttered, sitting up so you can hold your daughter. Your baby giggled in delight when she was in your arms, snuggling into your chest as you held her close. Babies are a great stress relief, so cute and cuddly.

You sigh in contentment, nuzzling your daughter’s tuft of hair.

Maybe you can handle tomorrow’s dreaded meeting…

You were wrong, you were on the verge of smacking her.

You stood beside the headmaster in a long-sleeved shirt and slacks, dress shoes to accompany the outfit. Your hair was tied in an elaborate braid, courtesy of Yuu, with ribbons that they found in the attic. And in front of you and the headmaster was a tall redhead woman, though not as tall as you, with the same grayish blue eyes as her son yet the shape was slightly sharper. She wore a business suit of red with white stripes, a pocket watch in the pocket of her pants with the chain falling out.

And her face was angry and stern. “What do you mean that Riddle overblotted!?”

“It’s as we said,” the headmaster replied. “Your son went under an overblot and nearly harmed his fellow dorm mates. If it weren’t for some students and Mr. Tenebris here, then the casualties would be tremendous, the most of al your son losing his life.”

You continued, standing beside the headmaster. “Since overblot is created when a person of great magic capability undergoes great emotional and mental stress, we would like to interrogate you on his upbringing.”

Her eyes flared with indignation. “What made you think that my way of raising Riddle caused this!?”

You took out a notepad and flipped it over to a certain page. “Riddle has a record of being overly strict, punishing anyone who disobeys any rules–whether it be harmless or small. He constantly said before overblotting that ‘Mother was right so that means I’m right.’, giving signs of negative influence from parents. And lastly, because this is too long, a childhood friend of Riddle mentioned how you kept a schedule so strict of studies and practicing that you never let your son play with the other kids, isolating him. Now there are more signs of child abuse and results that are caused by your parenting that I can go over, but that would make this meeting long. So how about we continue?”

Riddle’s mother was quiet in her seat, dumbfounded and shocked. You put away the notepad when the headmaster speaks. “Mrs. Rosehearts, you understand that this is quite grave. Your son almost lost his life after undergoing something that hasn’t happened in a long time. We haven’t told the authorities as of now since he’s still a minor, but he would have been quite close to an expulsion if it weren’t for Mr. Tenebris intervening. We’ve put him under house arrest and stripped him of his title of dorm leader, but as of now he needs all the help he can get.”

A look from the feathered man, you took it as your sign to continue. “Since it was your parenting that led him to this path, you have a few options to consider to help him. One, you would change your parenting towards him. Give him more freedom to enjoy his youth, improving his mental state. Or two, this world’s way, which is this Child Protective Services. Personally, I would just take in the child myself if I could.

At the mention of the second option, her face became one of horror and anger. “Give up my son!? When I have been leading him to a path of success and accomplishments!? He became dorm leader in his first year! I can pay whatever money you want but you will not take away my son from me!”

Your eyebrow twitched, “The path of leading him to success includes putting in his room to study endlessly, monitoring his food intake, and barring him from interacting with other children his age?”

“The last one is false! He met children when I brought him to gatherings but they were a bad influence on him!” the mother argued back. “The children in our hometown were especially the ones who made him rebel, that Clover boy and cat beastman!”

“I’m not sure if you’re aware of this, Mrs. Rosehearts.” You cut in, voice cold. “But they were children, children who were learning about the world around them, children who needed to play with others to socialize, and children who learned their mistakes when made. You practically stripped your son of his childhood.” You sneered.

“I was saving him from being a bad son!”

“And did you save him when you only let him eat 100 grams of food, tasteless food that barely has anything rich and fun? Boys need a lot of food because they grow, Mrs. Rosehearts. I thought you knew this being a doctor? They need to intake food to grow, and by the looks of his current height, it seems you hindered his growth as well.”

“How did you know that!?” she looked at you, incredulous.

“Your son told me,” you growled, earning a hand on your arm from the headmaster, in an attempt to calm down. “He told me what you put him through, endless studying with the occasional break. The food he eats isn’t to his liking, and even after he eats it he still is hungry. Ma’am, you were starving him.”

“Lies! Those are lies!” she cried, angry and desperately. Her eyes were wide as she denied your accusations, hands fidgeting and body slightly trembling.

“Lies from your son?” you prodded on, wanting to see her break.”

“Mr. Tenebris,” the headmaster warned. Yet when it comes to children, you take anger over their mistreatment. 

“She’s an arrogant elitist, headmaster! Worse a controlling narcissistic mother who can’t see herself as anything but right!” you turned to the man in his seat, anger blazing inside you. “She’s a master over her son, who’s made into a puppet! Her arrogance shot to the roof so that she thinks whatever she says is right because she’s the most respected woman in her hometown!? No one had the nerve to humble this damn woman!”

“Watch your tone, Mr. Tenebris. She’s still in the room.” Crowley stood from his chair, ready to intervene if needed. Seems a bit late for that.

The mother, shaken at your fury, had her fire revived at your slander towards her. “Humble!? How dare you! I’m a prestigious doctor who worked hard! My accomplishments are many and there’s a reason why people respect me! My word is always right because of this! What do you have on your name to be proven right!?”

You laughed,” Me? You’re asking what do I have to my name?”

The headmaster held your arm, moving to block you. “Calm down—”

“I am the Ruler of the End!” You pulled your arms away and strode over to her, towering over her tall physique with your own looming body, looking down on her like a king over a peasant. “Ruler of the Endermen and one of the last Enderdragons in the World of Minecraft! Your title of doctor is only a grain of sand compared to what the weight of my position holds. So tell me, among the two of us, who has the higher power?”

The woman was shocked to silence as your magic flared out like waves, your draconic features showing as your eyes glowed with power. A dragon ruler against an arrogant doctor, the winner would be immediate.

“You are not a god or deity, Mrs. Rosehearts. You are only human who can be wrong at any time without knowing. Just as I am mortal, who doesn’t know everything about the world or the universe. You have no right to say your word is right because it is not.” You huffed, walking back to the headmaster.

Mrs. Rosehearts was shaken, trembling even in her seat at the display of power and dominance that you showed. The headmaster clicked his tongue, “I believe you said enough, Mr. Tenebris. Now, allow me to handle this.”

You huffed smoke from your nostrils, expressing your disdain for the woman. Crowley sighed.

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Yuu was curious and, honestly, a bit nervous about what would come. Tenebris is taking a while to meet with Crowley and Mrs. Rosehearts. Riddle was invited over to Ramshackle and was now having tea with them and Astra. The baby, which was concerningly growing faster than she should have, was preoccupied with playing Grim, who was shrieking every time she grabbed his tail.

“I’m sure everything is going fine in there, Riddle,” Yuu said, trying to reassure the redhead.

Riddle shifted on the couch, highly nervous and anticipating. “I wouldn’t be so sure. Mother is very stubborn and highly driven when it comes to these things…Also extremely sharp-tongue.”

“Well, knowing Tenebris so far, I think he’ll handle it really well—”

The door of Ramshackle slammed and Tenebris stomped into the building, his expression an equivalent to a thunderstorm and smoke exhaled from his nose. His braid was undone into loose strands and his horns grew from their previous lengths. His tail was lashing out in erratic movements, an indication of his ire.

“Tene?” Yuu weakly squeaked, feeling very scared.

Grim froze like a cat.

Riddle nearly dropped his cup of tea in fear.

And Astra, oblivious, babbled happily to her Baba.

The dragon looked at Riddle, “Your mother is an utter bitch.”

Riddle coughed while Yuu choked on nothing. “How did it go?” They asked, wheezing.

“As well as it could go,” Tene growled before walking towards Riddle. “Also, sigh theses.” He then slammed papers on the coffee table in front of the second year.

“Are these…adoption papers?” Riddle stared, wide-eyed at the papers.

“Yes.”

Yuu blinked at the papers “Tene what the fuck!?”

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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.”

[duvetchico]

batman aint steve

summary you and jimin watch the minecraft movie and instead of cuddling like a normal couple, you spiral into a rant about batman thriving in a survival server.

genre crack / fluff / comfort cuddles

pairing yu jimin x fem!reader

requested 🙄

masterlist.

you’re both on the couch. horizontal. legs intertwined like a slow dance. the lights are off except for the glow of the tv screen which just finished rolling credits on the new minecraft movie. jimin’s hand is on your stomach, thumb lazily rubbing circles. it’s domestic. it’s warm.

and then you open your mouth.

“okay so hear me out—if batman was dropped into a minecraft server—”

“no.”

“LISTEN.”

she groans into your neck. “baby.”

“just listen. he’d totally thrive. he’d build a batcave under a mountain and use redstone for secret doors. like pistons and shit. secret entrances. pressure plates. booby traps. do you know how much command block knowledge this man would have??”

“…i regret everything.”

you sit up, chaotic energy sparking in your eyeballs. “and ALFRED?? HIS NPC VILLAGER??? he’s standing at the crafting table 24/7 making suspicious stew.”

“what the fuck is suspicious stew.”

“it’s the food of the gods. anyway. batman would master enchantments. his cape would have feather falling. and he’d—OH MY GOD—and he’d ride a horse named batmobile. a black one. full diamond armor.”

jimin just stares at you. blinking. existing. barely.

“i don’t even have the energy to fight you on this.”

“GOOD. because i haven’t even gotten to the nether arc.”

“jesus christ.”

“he’d go in with 64 golden apples and a dream.”

you roll back onto her chest like nothing just happened.

she’s stunned. your voice is muffled now but still full of conviction.

“the real villain? the wither. or maybe he teams up with the ender dragon. there’s lore.”

“baby…”

“he’d solo the end.”

“baby please.”

“and his suit would be netherite enchanted with thorns and unbreaking—”

“okay you need to shut the fuck up or i’m kicking you off this couch.”

you pause. stare up at her with puppy eyes. “but i’m warm.”

she glares. “you’re warm and unhinged.”

she tries to distract you with kisses.

“this is a threat,” she says while kissing your cheek.

you keep ranting. “his base would be underground. but also connected to a village. for—economic stability.”

“shut UP.”

“he’d have like, five wolves. all named after robins. tim. dick. jason. damian. they follow him into battle.”

she’s crying from laughter now, slapping your thigh. “why are you like this.”

you shrug. “it’s the autism.”

“valid.”

you blink at her. “wait you’re not even denying the batman minecraft supremacy.”

“because if i do you’ll start drawing schematics.”

“…too late.”

you pull your phone out and show her a note that just says “BATCAVE: LAVA ENTRANCE, REDSTONE LOCK, ARMOR STAND CLOSET???”

she throws a pillow at you and groans like a wounded animal.

[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."

[lilgarbitch]

Will Thots🥰

Pairing: Will Ramos x Reader

CW: he just loves to talk…even to talk you through it

Author’s Note: My adoration for this man is never-ending and it’s becoming harder to shut me up about it so I’m just gonna yap here❤️

Tags: @theanarchymuse95 @badomensgoodomens @xmads-omensx @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @thatchickwiththecamera @follow-me-down-to-wonderland

Everyone who knows Will knows that he loves to talk. And everyone who knows him could never hate it. He’s insanely hyper and just overall adorable. He’s the most sociable person you’ve ever met. That person who starts up conversations with people in the same aisle as him in convenience stores, even if you’re on a 3 AM 7/11 trip for munchies. Despite his tattoos and frat boy-like style, the second he opens his mouth, strangers lose any former judgement and begin to adore him just as much as you do.

He’s the kind of guy to start conversations back up like they never ended, even after not seeing someone for months. When you go out with him to events pertaining to his band or even just gatherings of friends with friends of friends you’ve never even known existed, everyone has and will speak to him at least once, if not spend the whole night in the conversation he is oh so willing to let drift from topic to topic, as long as it means he can connect with people and make new friends.

Even when you two are alone, the conversation never dies. It occasionally gets to a point where you’re about to tape his mouth shut when you have to keep rewinding scenes of tv shows, whether you’re missing out on important parts, or you’ve been trying to get him to catch onto the plot twist of a show you love, yet he keeps asking questions that will literally be answered if he just paid attention.

But you also love that about him. Even watching the scariest movies together, he’s cracking jokes and saying whatever comes to mind, always leading to the two of you having to either pause or rewind because you were laughing so hard. It even gave you the freedom to start speaking your own thoughts on things, no longer holding back questions or jokes in fear it’ll never land. If he was confident enough to speak without worry, who says you can’t?

Another thing he never held back from was his compliments. Even if the two of you were bumming out in bed, mid aggressive battle of a video game or just working on a Minecraft world together, him working towards building up his inventory to fight the ender dragon and you decorating the block mansion you created for the two of you, he’d take every chance he got to give you that cheesy gorgeous smile and tell you that you were the most beautiful person he’s ever met. To tell you that, even though your hair was a rats nest from not brushing it yet that day, the color you just had done was looking out of this world amazing. He’d compare you to whatever came to his mind in that moment. Describing your eyes like nature sights you two visited or how he wished you could just wear his t shirts and boxers out to dinner with him because they just looked so hot on you.

Reader discretion is advised. MDNI

There wasn’t a situation in which he stopped talking. You were never one that thought you enjoyed dirty talk that much, but once you started dating Will, you didn’t think you could ever live without it.

He would be blunt about it. You two would just be relaxing on the couch when he’d turn to you and, saying with his whole chest, admit how badly he needed to taste you. It caught you off guard the first time, but the more he was open with how desperately he was for you, you were worried you’d start getting off with just his words.

And you couldn’t let him know that. Because if he found out, you already knew he’d start whispering things in your ear in public. Because he took every chance he had to talk, especially to prove to you just how much he loved, adored, and needed you. It never ended. Out of the bedroom, and in.

The way his voice would rasp as he told you how good you felt around him. He’d use every sultry adjective in the book to describe what he felt, always saying the most perfect thing, even if his mind wasn’t fully there. He’d use the most sensually words when you made love, and the most lewd descriptions when he needed it rough and dirty.

Even when you were pleasing him and his mind was a jumbled mess of pleasure, he still kept trying. A whiny ‘fuck’ here and a groaned ‘holy shit’ there. He never stopped talking. And you think you may have enjoyed that more. The way he’d slur his words as he tried so hard to tell you how good you were making him feel. The way his eyes would squeeze shut and his head would be thrown back and you finally thought you’ve reduced him to nothing but squirms and whimpers, he’d manage to throw in a ‘you’re fucking perfect’ with what little voice he had left.

And, boy, was this man an absolute king at aftercare. Even if you two were completely winded, he’d hold you close and whisper how perfect you were in every way. As the two of you slowly dozed off, he’d tell you how much he loved you and how you changed his life for the better from the moment you joined it, even if he was mumbling and slurring his half-asleep words.

And he was always had to be the last one to say ‘I love you,’ even if it meant a 10 minute long, back and forth battle.

[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.

[kireilien]

megan thee stallion x rich reader esex in the end after defeating the ender dragon can u do that do u know how to do that

ik i said i liked megan but bro this is a kpop blog………

[sevarchive]

what abt a reader who owns a conspiracy theory blue lock account and they post the most insane theories, like what matpat would post. the theory could be like "BACHIRA MEGURU'S TECHNIQUE IS BASED OFF THE ENDER DRAGON FROM MINECRAFT!!" and itd still make sense somehow. isagi finds the account and boom, he's like "wait... this... kinda makes sense..." then dms the reader. reader ends up brainwashing him and isagi starts acting up on the field while making up weird theories and his teammates finds him mentally unstable now 🥀📦

I KNOW ITS WEIRD BUT THIS IDEA IS KINDA FUNNY TO ME..??? idk i like it when the reader is kinda devious

HAHAHA OMG IM SO INLOVE W THIS IDEA

[acim-ed-ortsac]

Ruler of the End - Chapter 9

Twisted Wonderland x Male Reader

Tenebris blew a plume of fire at the attacks that were shot from the dark Riddle. His claws dug into the earth as he roared at the current enemy, the people under his large form were protected from any attacks yet Trey made sure to use his Unique Magic to lessen the burden.

Riddle laughed in hysteria “You’re all fools! Trying to overtake me!? This is a certain OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!”

He threw a pair of rose trees at him, which the dragon swatted away with his tail. Trey then changed them into playing cards so as to not harm his friend. 

“I cannot keep protecting you,” Tenebris spoke, his voice gravelly and deep as he looked down at his friends. “We’ll need a plan if we were to save Rosehearts.”

“Yeah,” Trey agreed. “And I can’t keep changing his attacks for too long.”

“Don’t worry, I have one.” Yuu stepped up to Grim on their shoulders. They turned to Trey. “Senior Trey, can you hold up with his attacks for a while? We’ll need cover if this were to work.”

At that point, Riddle decided to send a plume of bright red flames toward them. Tenebris opened his wings and use one of them as a shield, the fire burning his scales but not turning them to ashes yet. His scales are one of the strongest in Minecraft that none of the players were able to procure for their own armour, hence why it is one of the rarest materials to use. So a few hits from rose bushes did nothing to dent his body but he had to be considerate to the people who were taking shelter under him.

Trey had decided to help lessen the burden of being a shield by transforming the projectiles into something else with his magic, but the dragon knew he won’t last long.

Nonetheless, Trey nodded. “I can,”

Yuu sighed before looking at Tenebris, “Tenebris, I want you to take care of the giant thing behind Riddle.”

“But what about you all?” he asked, his tail whacking away a gust of playing cards that had sharp intentions. He curled his body inwards to provide more protection for the humans and monster, “You are all flesh and Mr. Trey’s magic won’t last long,”

“That’s why what you do is important,” Yuu said, determined. “You will be able to distract him for a while until we’re able to pin him down. Then you can tear that monster into shreds afterward.”

Tenebris was still hesitant, the last time they got into a fight with something that’s larger than them, he wasn’t there and they almost lost their lives. 

A hand to his claw brought him out of his head and saw the sincere yet fearless eyes of Yuu that shone brightly, “Trust me, Tene.”

Reluctantly, with a grit of teeth, he let out a grunt before taking out a chest from his inventory and placing it before Yuu. “The things in here will help you fight against Rosehearts, just be careful.” With that, he then pounces on the black inky monster behind Riddle. Riddle was startled at the sudden attack, so he was not prepared when Tenebris roared as he latched onto the monster and brought it down. He saw that Riddle was somehow connected to the monster so he wrapped the boy with his tail and pulled him apart from the beast under him.

Riddle screamed in pain as he was being torn apart from the monster, the snapping of threads sounded against the dragon’s ears and the scream made him ache in sympathy and pain, but Tenebris knew he had to separate Riddle from the monster at his back.

Meanwhile, he leaves Yuu with Riddle.

Yuu was scared–no, that’s an understatement. They were terrified! This was a fucking life and death situation! They could die here! They had no magic, they weren’t magical creatures like Tenebris or Grim– heck, they have no protection except the clothes on their back!

Just before they went into battle, Tenebris had procured a chest filled with FUCKING NETHERITE ARMOUR AND ENCHANTED WEAPONS! DID TENEBRIS ALWAYS CARRY THIS AROUND!? IF SO, THEN THEY SHOULD’VE ASKED FOR ONE BEFORE THEY WENT INTO THAT HAUNTED MINE!

Anyway, back to the topic.

Yuu, now decked in enchanted netherite armour and holding a netherite sword, charged at the now-alone Riddle with their friends and seniors. Riddle sent a barrage of attacks that consisted of fire spells, floating trees…you know, the usual.

They slashed a flying rose bush before they slipped under a tree that was thrown, getting back up to run full charge towards Riddle. Does that sound stupid? Maybe, but they really need to pull Riddle down to prevent him from harming any more people and himself. From the corner of their eye, they see Ace shooting spells to counter the ones that are being fired, Deuce conjuring a basic protection spell before summoning the cauldron to land on  Riddle. Which was broken the moment Riddle saw it falling from the sky.

Trey is using his unique magic to counter the back while Cater used his clones to distract the dark tyrant. Yuu slashed any attacks that went their way and focused on trying to get to the person in danger, which is Riddel Rosehearts.

And what are they going to do once they reach him? Well, knock him out. 

By their guess, the inky monster that looked similar to the one in the mine is the main source of the ‘blot’, and if they were right, then by separating the thing from the host, then the host will be weakened. While Tenebris takes care of that thing, they take care of Riddle.

“Distract him!” They shouted to their teammates, earning responses of affirmation before they went through a series of dodging, slashing, and a few close calls if it weren’t for their friends and seniors saving them before the inevitable. It was adrenaline-rushing, heart-racing, and stressful. But when they noticed they were close enough, they tackled Riddle to the ground, slipped behind him, hooked their feet under his knees, and did the triangle chock around his neck.

They gritted their teeth when Riddle let out a strangled scream, his inky-covered hands dug his sharp fingers into their arms, drawing blood. Yuu winced, but they refused to let go even when Riddle started clawing at them.

It wasn’t until he went limp did they release him from the chokehold. Checking the young boy, he was breathing still but was unconscious. They then heard a thunderous roar followed by a shrill screech before all went silent. Then, the ink that covered Riddle soon started to melt off him and sink into the grass below them. Yuu didn’t mind the gurgling sound behind them as they watch colour return to Riddle’s face and his attire return to the one he was wearing prior. Everything then seemed to melt until everything was normal and not so dark.

The crunching of grass got their attention, turning to meet Tenebris. His body was covered in splatters of inky-like substance, but other than that, he was fine. Yuu was happy, muttering a “Tenebris, we did it” before their world started turning sideways and went black.

Tenebris sighed as he looked at Yuu in one of the beds in the clinic, his baby in his arms. His daughter grew a bit, not out of the bundle of cloth and now wearing baby clothes. Her dark hair is starting to grow a bit on her head, her eyes larger than they were before, and her motor skills are improving.

The dragon sighed again as they looked over to the other bed that was next to Yuu’s, which is occupied by Riddle. He was still unconscious, but the dragon did hear some murmuring and saw him shift a bit.

Now, what should he do with the child? Riddle’s actions are enough to have him expelled or worse, sent to prison if this gets out of the school. Or maybe a research facility since Cater did mention that overblots were rare. But Riddle is a child and just had a mental breakdown, would he be scarred if he were treated as a subject than an actual person?

But then again, his actions can’t be overlooked. A slap on the wrist won’t benefit, even if the dorm leader was apologetic. The dragon had talked about the punishment with the headmaster, even if the latter was reluctant since it might affect the school’s reputation but also might affect Riddle’s future. In the end, Tenebris and the headmaster decided to strip Riddle of his title of dorm leader and have him under house arrest. The headmaster also has the dragon as a temporary therapist until he hires an actual one since the dragon was kinda the only capable adult that was free.

Tenebris agreed since he still has things to discuss with the boy.

A moan followed grumbling and had Tenebris to attention as Riddle came to the waking world. The dragon stood up, baby in arms, before moving his seat beside the bed of Riddle. He blinked in exhaustion before he turned to the only visitor at the moment, “Mr. Tenebris?”

Said dragon nodded, “Hello Riddle, I’m glad to see you awake.”

The teenage boy hummed in response before looking around, “Where am I?”

“You’re in the clinic. You just had a serious meltdown and overblotted.”

Riddle sat up straight at that, “I what–!?” He then winced before he settled back down. Tenebris helped him lie back before resuming, “I’ll be blunt, your actions have almost harmed your dorm mates and almost got you killed.”

His eyes widened in horror, but the dragon wasn’t finished.

“I understand you were not in a healthy mindset and came from a not very good family background, but your actions will not excuse the fact that you not only try to harm your dormmates but also other students that weren’t from your dorm. Myself including.” Shifting his child, he gave Riddle a stern look. “While you will not be sent to the authorities yet nor be handed over to the scientists, you will not get away with a slap on the wrist either. So the headmaster and I have agreed to remove your title of dorm leader and have you under house arrest until further notice.”

Riddle gripped the sheets over him, “I understand…Who will manage the dorm in the meantime?”

“The position of dorm leader has been handed to Cater while Trey will help him as Vice dorm leader. Currently, they are cleaning up the garden you literally trashed.”

The child winced, “I see… Was anyone harmed?”

Tenebris gave a glance at the wall to think for a moment before looking back to answer, “No one was seriously injured but there was one who was extremely exhausted.” Tenebris made an emphasis as he glanced at the bed behind him, where Yuu lay. When he looked at Riddle again, his face was stricken with horror as the weight of his actions seemed to register. His body then began to shake, his breathing laboured, and his eyes shone as he let out a sob. “I’m sorry, I’m very s-sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone! I didn’t mean to–”

Tenebris extended a wing to wrap around the sobbing boy before pulling him into an embrace, his face buried into the dragon’s shoulder. Hands grabbed onto Tenebris’ shirt, needing something to ground the boy who cried against the dragon. 

The child in the dragon's arms made a sound before making grabby hands towards the crying boy, distracting said boy for the moment. “Is this your daughter?”

Tenebris nodded, “Yes she is. She wouldn’t have a father anymore if the worse came to be.”

“I’m aware,” Riddle whispered before asking. “Is my mother informed of my situation?”

The dragon paused, debating on whether to tell or not before relenting. “Your mother was made aware of your overblot and has made plans to come to the school once she’s free.”

Tenebris did not miss the hands that tightened their grip on his shirt not the quivering of lips and shaking of his body. “In the meantime, I will help you discuss of the things that occupy your mind.” Seeing Riddle’s eyes look at him in confusion, the dragon continued. “It’s obvious you have mother issues, so we’ll need to discuss these issues before you can talk to your mother about it.”

Before Riddle could let out any protest, Tenebris cut him off, “I’m aware how your mother raised you has affected you greatly, but if you do not talk to her and what were the consequences of her methods of raising you, then nothing will change. You can’t ignore or hide from everything that hurts you, you need to face them.”

“But–but!” Riddle started, “I don’t think I can stand up to Mother yet, not just yet. It’s too soon–!”

Tenebris regarded the young boy for a moment, “Then the headmaster and I will talk to her and how should we proceed onward. For now, I’ll help you get better. Both physically and mentally.”

“...Alright.”

Breathing out a breath, Tenebris then turned his attention to his daughter, “ I’m sorry my little Ender Crystal, papa has been busy.”

The child gurgled in reply.

Riddle looked at the child with curiosity and amazement, “She’s quite cute,” he mumbled. “Does she have a name?”

Tenebris shook his head, “No, I haven’t thought of a suitable name for her yet.”

“Oh,” Riddle looked surprised before he looked at the child again. “Then, perhaps, may I suggest a name?”

“Of course.”

Riddle smiled for the first time in a while before he looked over at the baby dragon in Tenebris’ arms. “How does Astra sound?”

“Astra,” the dragon tested out the name.

“In our world, this word means star in the language of the Island of Woe. I only saw the word in a book that I was reading.”

Tenebris’s wings shifted as he looked at his child, “Astra.”

The child giggled, showing her gummy smile. The dragon smiled back, “Astra is a perfect name,” He then looked at Riddle, “Thank you, Mr Rosehearts.”

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[echoingheadcanons]

May I request another Rainimator Ceris headcannon, but this time with a reader who’s a soldier in her military for Dragonspire plz🙏 take your time

You got it! Sorry these take so long, Rainimator isn't my main fandom anymore. 🙏

Ceris in a Relationship with You as One of Her Soldiers (Rainimator)

Ceris...

~Makes sure to never show her fondness for you in front of the rest of the ranks. She doesn't want people accusing her of playing favorites or being soft.

~Trusts you with more important missions and often has you accompanying her on her errands.

~Will join you for sparring practice, wanting you to be as skilled as possible.

~Always insists that you meet her in a disclosed location and prefers to show affection to you only in private.

~Lets you feed the Ender Dragon.

~Will sometimes straighten things on your uniform when no one is paying attention. You find it very endearing.

~Usually has you stationed to guard the library during the hours she's in there. Then she'll invite you to join her reading and will discuss it length with you.

~Will ask your opinion on strategic formations and finds your perspective facinating.

~Gave you an amethyst pendant she got from the Overworld that you wear under your armor at all times. Whenever she sees the chain around your neck, it makes her smile enough that its visible in her eye.

[dilly-dahlia]

(Wattpad 'x reader' anon)

the first Garmau 'fic I clearly remember reading (and was OBSESSED with) was Popstar! Garroth x YouTuber ! Aphmau. Garroth, Laurence, and Dante were a boyband. So, naturally there's gonna be a lot of people who know who they are— at a 3am convenience store run, Garroth and Aphmau meet. Aphmau does not know who Garroth is, at all. Aphmau, I wouldn't describe as a 100% rude person, but she had and held boundaries. I cannot remember what this fic was called nor the author, but it lives rent free in my brain. RENT FREE.

First Garroth x Reader was MCD— Reader is the sister of Nicole, who was set to marry Garroth. Naturally, they both faked their deaths. Eventually, Garroth & Reader are reunited and things pursue. Very fun story. Other few fanfics I vaguely remember but don't remember enough of. Like an 'x reader' where MC is an absolutely rude person— HOWEVER MC has also been cursed to transform into a bird (bluejay, I think??) MC meets Garroth in a Not Great(™) way, in which Garroth cages them. Can't remember the whole thing, but they did NOT like each other. It was a long story and hard to focus on. Other core memory is the main crew (Aph, Garroth, Laurence, Dante, etcetera) meets Reader in a way I can't totally remember. Reader is the reincarnated form of The Ender Dragon, and to escape the end, as expected, Reader has to die. It was a fun story! Something I might consider thinking more on. Those are just SOME of the fics

waittt i think i read the garmau one you’re talking about i very vaguely remember reading something like that

but also fandoms are so creative because where are you getting y/n being cursed to become a bird from. but also reincarnated ender dragon ??? what ??? like it makes me want to pick people’s brains apart to see their trains of thought

[ominoose]

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭

Characters: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley x Reader Blurb: What each of the Moon Knight men would be like playing Minecraft.

☽ 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙩 - The Builder

× Expect your Minecraft world to be 100% vegan. No animals are allowed to be harmed in this world because "There's enough of that in the real world!". When you first spawn in Steven will be off destroying all the grass in sight for seeds, leaving you to start breaking trees. If you gather any dropped saplings and apples to give to him he'll be endeared, promising to plant several trees at your future base in your honour.

× Building an actual base will take ages. Steven will be extremely picky about where you settle down and will force you to wander several biomes for several days to find somewhere worthy, somewhere with a view. His favourite place to set up camp would be next to a pyramid or sand village, but you'll have to force him to move on on account of there being no actual resources or places to grow the farm he's insistent on.

× When Steven's finally found somewhere worthy of a base, he'll get to building without asking, silently expecting you to go take care of everything else. If you've managed to convince him not to play on peaceful, your first port of call should be mining for coal to make torches to keep mobs away at night, then craft sheers because, again, no animals are allowed to be harmed ever (he will know and you will be hearing a loud "Oi!" down the mic).

× If he so much as clocks any sort of non animal or villager mob at any distance he'll be startled and shutting himself inside, shouting at you to "Kill it, bloody kill it!", his pacifist streak temporarily gone. When he's not under threat of zombies sitting under trees 70 blocks away in another biome, he'll be decorating your base with all the flowers he can find, covering every single block ("No, it's not a mess, it's art. You know the Egyptians believed-").

× He will not go into any caves, ever. You managed to coax him once, piquing his interest with the prospect of glowstone that he could decorate your shared home with, but the moment he heard a cave sound he got such a fright the headset fell off. Steven has never went back.

× When you're out doing literally everything else to keep both of you going, Steven has secretly moved your Minecraft bed next to his and adopted ten dogs and seven cats.

"What? What- No love your bed was always next to mine, remember? Yeah! Yeah, totally- totally always been there. Why are the beds dyed red and blue? Well... Well it's British, innit?"

☽ 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙘 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 - The Fighter

× Minecraft with Marc is serious. It's tactical. His aim is to have the Ender Dragon gone within five minecraft business days. That goal has never been obtained in that time frame but he's insistent that it's possible. When you first spawn in you're expected to be gathering wood and killing any sheep in sight, he want's a basic base of dirt created before night down and if you haven't at least got a set of stone tools, beds and torches he'll be brooding, "If you actually took things seriously, we could've been in The End right now.".

× If you don't like fighting mobs like zombies or skeletons Marc will be teasing you for it, for a good while at that. However, the moment you get hit by even a baby zombie he is charging over with an enchanted sword, full armor set, jumping and swinging at the enemy mob. From that moment on he will demand you to put on a full armour set if you haven't already, "I don't care about your stupid skin, put on the helmet now."

× Tries to be a red stone engineer every now and again, making automatic farms and tries to calculate how to properly take advantage of the villager economy but fails every time without fail, sending him into a huff. The only thing he can truly manage is carts, so if you can sort out some red stone contraptions for him he will be genuinely impressed, maybe even leaving some cool loot in your chests when you aren't looking.

× Marc complains when you bring a single dog home, and only further complains when you bring home a whole pack, "I'm not feeding them or looking out for them when you get yourself blown up!". However, given some time, he will feed them and die for them. Marc is the first to name them, giving them cliche names like Buster, Lucky, Oreo, coupled with a few Star Wars themed ones like Chewy. If you draw too much attention to it he will deny it, but if you don't, and you're traveling together, you might hear him mutter a "Good boy." when he makes the dogs sit. What you won't hear is him speaking for a good ten minutes if one of the dogs die, and trying to get him to talk will only get you snippy responses.

"No. I'm not sad. No, I don't miss Woof2D2. Drop it."

☽ 𝙅𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙮 - The Miner

× Jake is the most casual Minecraft player. Nothing scares him, nothing startles him, it's almost uncanny how relaxed he is with the game. When you spawn in he's just ambling around, whistling as he breaks some trees, maybe even picking a few flowers, "Do a twirl amigo." as he throws them at you like he's at a strip club. When he passes some mobs he'll casually mutter greetings, "Hola vaca, hola oveja, hola enredadera," before he starts attacking them, still whistling. He'll be perfectly happy to build a 6x6 dirt base and live in it permanently, so you will have to take over base building.

× Whatever you want to do, Jake will go with it. You want to follow a treasure map? He's stocking on food. You want to fight the Ender Dragon? He's crafting arrows. You want to go fishing? He's overjoyed, already at the nearest body of water and singing a little tune. When you don't have a particular to-do list ready and you're both just hanging around, he'll be in the mines, and he will stay in the mines until you need anything. Unless you call him out, asking for supplies or wanting to go somewhere, he will be in there for days on end, crafting chests to empty his ever growing inventory. Cave sounds and creepers don't scare him at all, if you ever join him in the caves and get a fright he'll be letting out a full belly laugh at you, and every now and again will creep up on you shouting "Boo!" to spook you, giggling mischievously to himself.

× The plus side to him constantly yearning for the mines is your endless supplies of ingots, diamonds, obsidian, etc. By the fifth day in you are fully decked out in armour, compasses, shears and could power a working, life-sized, red stone television. It seems to sooth him, just being able to mind his own business wandering the caverns while hacking at stone with his pickaxe, so if you ever need a single thing from the caves he will be chomping at the bit to do it.

× Jake only has beef with one group of mobs, and it's the Pillagers. The first time he saw them scouting nearby with a flag he was confused, "¿Qué? Why are the ugly squid men here?", thinking they're stray villagers as he goes to trade some emeralds. For the first time ever he is startled when they attack him, thinking they are out to avenge all the Villagers he secretly bullied when you both found a village. Jake fights back viciously, for the first time in some sort of huff as he plays and cusses out the screen when he dies.

× It will take a bit for him to get back into his relaxed mood after the ordeal, if he comes back to the game at all. Coax him with some foods other than meat, like a cake, cookies, baked potato, etc and he'll cheer up as if you've actually baked something for him in real life,

"Oh? Gracias. I will use this as fuel when I go back to murder the rest of those calamares bastardos."

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Legacy of the Scythe headcanons, I guess

Yesterday I said that I had headcanons about the Ender Dragons in Legacy of the Scythe. Now my brain is itchy, so, reader, if you don’t mind, I’m going to yap at you for the next 2 minutes.

In Legacy of the Scythe, the weird glowing golden energy that allows Failboat to turn into a giant cat in Divergence301 (wait… Ray, if you are reading this, this works really well with your headcanon about Miitopia Boat. Anyways) is called the Power of the Scythe. Problem is, it’s called that by the dragons too. Why? How? Aren’t dragons just overgrown lizards, which are strictly quadrupedal creatures? How would they swing a scythe?

The idea is simple (?): shapeshifting.

There is literally no evidence to back this up, and shapeshifting inherently makes the idea very complicated, but it’s the best explanation I have for this other than admitting it is a byproduct of poor writing. (I would rather be sent to the timeline where the chicken nugget wins the commission contest before giving up and accepting that.) So why do we only see them as dragons now? I think that the Power of the Scythe has some sort of shape-changing abilities built into it, since Failboat is able to switch between different artstyles depending on the universe he is in when other characters cannot. (With some minor exceptions: Rapper Failboat’s crew. I’m guessing that Rapperboat has something to do with the 2D-ification of those characters.) When Failboat’s ancestors took the Power of the Scythe from the dragons, they lost the ability to shapeshift. Now, they have even more of a reason to be angry at the players- they took the Overworld and the dragons’ ability to have opposable thumbs. They can’t really do anything about it either, is what I’m interpreting from their non-interference in the race. I mean, one of them could have just snatched it off the platform at the end.. but they didn’t, for some reason. And all that leads up to and finally boils over in Legacy of the Scythe.

Scythes are.. kind of an F-tier weapon, even excluding guns. Why a scythe, and not a sword or an axe if we restrict ourselves to Minecraft tools? Well, maybe, using a scythe is the most efficient way to channel it. For humans, anyway. I’d think that for something like a big dragon, they could just use it without something to direct it through no biggie. But for a dragon in human form, or a regular human, it gets a little more complicated. The reason that a scythe is used is partially tradition and partially because the big blade at the end makes it easier to use the ability to travel into other universes it grants. (that is a whole ‘nother discussion lmao, I imagine the multiverse travel thing as involving the literally cutting through the fabric of space and time trope) So yeah.

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Bullseye

🎶Dudududu🎶 - Waves of Life - Waking Up is Difficult

(((GlitchNote: YES ITS ME! Im still in the depths of writers block but I managed to finish this addition to the AU I’m building. If anything I hope it’s a fun read. Enjoy!)))

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“Why are we doing this?”

Sapnap lowered his bow to look behind him. The lazy voice came from an equally lazy form. He sighed as he rolled his eyes and readied his bow once again. Pulling the arrow back, touching his lips, and he let it fly. It flew directly into the target block Sam had made for them.

He didn’t have to, given he had plenty more arrows in his quiver but he still sauntered over to not just retrieve the arrow but get a closer look at where the arrow had landed.

The target blocks red rings glowing brighter the closer he got. He smiles to himself as he remembers Sam’s face when he presented them with the new target block he created for them to use even after the sun goes down. The grin on his face grew bigger, remembering Bad calling Sam a muffinhead for thinking shooting arrows in the dark was a good idea.

Getting to the target and retrieving his arrow he turns to George to taunt him.

“Just say you are a bad shot and we can head back to the ship.”

Even from the target he could hear the sound of George scoffing at him.

“You wish I was a bad shot!” He called out as he stood to his feet. “I’m the best archer around!” From his inventory George retrieved his personal bow and quiver.

The netherite bow glowed with enchantments. George had chosen a bow to be his weapon of choice after earning the official Hunter title. The very same bow he managed to kill The Ender Dragon with before Dream could securing him the victory.

Notching an arrow he pulled the bowstring back and released it. The arrow whizzed through the air Sapnap didn’t move from where he was standing near the target and watched as the arrow found its mark near the dead center of it but missing the bullseye.

Nevertheless George had a smug look on his face as he returned his bow and arrows to their proper slots in his inventory. Sapnap rolled his eyes as he pulled the arrow from the target and walked towards him.

He held out the arrow to George who took it without a word. Sapnap watched as he fiddled with it still with that condensing smile on his face as if he was waiting for something. The silence between them was deafening; neither one of them was willing to be the first to say something.

Footsteps of someone coming towards them can be heard but still neither one of them is breaking the cone of silence they have created for each other.

Awesamdude approaches them cautiously. Unsure of what they seem to be doing. He places down a log of oak wood to use as a table and sets down the watermelon he promised to bring them.

“You know for this to be a certified staring contest you need an official to oversee it,” Sam commented casually as he cut up the watermelon into wedges. He was used to George and Sapnap doing random things that didn’t make sense to anyone but them. “I brought the watermelon.” He extended a slice of it and waited for one of them to take the piece of fruit.

Sapnap watched as George’s gaze moved quickly back and forth from him to the watermelon.

“Sam,” George blurted out as he aggressively took the slice of watermelon from Sam in one hand as he used the arrow on his hand to point at Sapnap.

Sam took a step back as George waved the arrow around haphazardly. “Woah,” said Sam with his hands lifted up cautiously. “Put the arrow down. You know better than to do that, you could poke an eye out.”

Sapnap scoffed which infuriated George further.

“He thinks he’s a better archer than I am,” George huffed; still waving the arrow around.

“Really?”

Sam sounding surprised seemed to give George’s ego a boost and was about to make a snarky remark at Sapnap.

“That’s what you two are fussing about,” Sam finished.

George turned to him in surprise. “Sam!” He cried out as Sapnap laughed. “I’m the hunter with an enchanted netherite bow!”

“Yes you are,” Sam said calmly. “But Sapnap is also pretty decent with a bow.”

George was dumbfounded by Sam’s words.

“We all are,” Sam added matter of factly as he pulled another watermelon from his inventory to cut up for the others that would eventually show up.

Sapnap continued to laugh as George pouted and huffed searching through his inventory. Eventually he pulled out arrows Sam had helped him craft not long ago. They were arrows that didn’t require a flint and steel to ignite as well as arrows that acted like TNT.

After a bite of watermelon Sam noticed the arrows George pulled from his inventory. Sam dropped the slice of fruit and reached for the quiver full of dangerous arrows. “Hey! You know these are not for target practice! Are you crazy!?!”

“Come on, Sam. I know what I’m doing,” he shifted the quiver out of Sam’s reach. Quickly he pulled out an arrow without looking at which one he picked and notched the arrow.

Sam realized he had chosen an explosive. He reached for Sapnap and pulled him by his shirt and ran for the trees. As they ran they heard George laugh as he released the arrow. Sam pulled Sapnap to the ground. “Cover your head,” Sam shouted and Sapnap did as he was told just in time.

The explosion shook the ground and the sound made their ears ring; they almost missed their communicators alerting them.

<Georgenotfound> was blown up

<Dream> What the hell happened?

Sapnap laughed as he replied to Dream’s message. “He blew himself,” he said out loud as he typed.

“Sapnap,” Sam groaned as he lifted himself up off the ground and dusted himself off. He looked towards the clearing where they had set up the targets and he sighed, “Great.”

Sapnap got up and stood by Sam. “Ha!” He laughed loudly. “That idiot made a crater! Those arrows really are no joke.”

“Yeah,” Sam replied emotionlessly. “Let’s survey the damage.”

As they were heading towards the giant hole created by the arrows explosion Sam and Sapnap heard someone call from behind them.

“Sapnap! Sam!”

Sapnap turned towards the voice and saw Badboyhalo running frantically at them.

When he reached them he took Sapnap’s face in his hands and carefully examined his son. Once he was certain that Sapnap was okay his frantic face shifted to annoyance looking at Sam.

“I told you giving George those arrows was a horrible idea!” He shouted at Sam gesturing to the crater that was the target practice field. “It’s too much of a temptation!”

Sam ignored him and continued towards where he had built the targets. Retrieving a shovel from his inventory he began to dig.

“Is this hole your boy made not big enough,” Bad said sarcastically.

“I’m looking to see if the redstone is still intact,” Sam snapped back without looking up. “If it is, I need to disarm it so we can safely terraform the area.”

“Oh.” Bad was about to offer his help when George’s voice interrupted.

“Sam!” George called out as he ran.

Sam dropped his shovel and lifted himself out of the hole he dug. George hurled himself into Sam. He wrapped his arms around George and held him tight.

“I’m so sorry, Sam,” he said apologetically. “I should have listened. I didn’t mean to make such a mess. I’ll clean it up. I’ll get the dirt and fill up the giant hole.” He carried on and on.

When he finally said his peace he let go of Sam, took a step back, and stared at the ground. “I really am sorry.” He took the quiver of special arrows out of his inventory and held them out to Sam. “I don’t deserve to have these.”

Sam looked at the arrows and then towards Badboyhalo. The look he gave him seemed to ask what he thought. Bad nodded his head. Sam placed his hand on George’s and guided the quiver back towards him. “I made those arrows for you. Hopefully you learned a valuable lesson about showboating and paying attention to what you are pulling from that specific quiver.”

George nodded,” Yes, sir, I have and I promise to do better.” He carefully returned the arrows to his inventory.

“Good. Now, I need both you and Sapnap to head back to base and get a few stacks of dirt so we can terraform the area and get it back to looking like a practice field again.”

“Why do I have to go?” Sapnap huffed. “I didn’t make this mess.”

“I can go alone,” said George.

“No,” Bad began, “Sapnap can help. Oh, don’t forget to bring wood to make a crafting branch and a few double chests. This isn’t going to be a one day job.”

Sapnap was about to protest but one stern look from Badboyhalo and he swallowed his words.

“Now both of you get going.”

George headed off without another word as Sapnap muttered under his breath as he followed.

Sam and Bad watched their boys until they were out of sight.

“At least life isn’t boring,” Sam sighed as he reached for his shovel.

“But a quiet day would be nice once in a while,” Bad countered.

“Sure but I wouldn’t trade this life for anything.”

“Agreed,” Bad smiled.

(((GlitchNote: Thank you so much for reading. I’m pushing through the writers block. I have inspiration but getting it to paper is the rough part. Hoping this is the break through. Again thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! See you in the next one.)))

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/28795797

early fandom fic that I love love love

Chapters: 17/? Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s), Clay | Dream & Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & Clay | Dream's Sister Drista (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & GeorgeNotFound & Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Clay | Dream & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & Technoblade & Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF) & Everyone, Cara | CaptainPuffy & Clay | Dream, Alexis | Quackity & Clay | Dream, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Clay | Dream & Sam | Awesamdude, Clay | Dream & Luke | Punz, Clay | Dream & Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & Toby Smith | Tubbo Characters: Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream's Sister Drista (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Alexis | Quackity, GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Niki | Nihachu, Cara | CaptainPuffy, Enderman (Minecraft), Wilbur Soot, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Ender Dragon (Minecraft), Pollá(aka ender dragon but biotchy) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Hurt Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Sad Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & Technoblade Friendship (Video Blogging RPF), Soft Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Fluff and Angst, Angst, Heavy Angst, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Possessive Behavior, Implied/Referenced Character Death, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Everyone Needs A Hug, Everyone Has Issues, My First Work in This Fandom, Clay | Dream-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Men Crying, I Made Myself Cry, Emotional Manipulation, Running Away, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Therapy, Enderman Hybrid Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Family Dynamics, Team as Family, Self-Hatred, Self-Esteem Issues, gUeSs wHo LeArNeD hOw tO tAg???, anyway, Author is a Clay | Dream Apologist (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), I chose this hill and i WILL die on it, Blood and Gore, Blood and Torture, lookin at you Pollá, Possessive Technoblade, Self-Harm, it's complicated - Freeform, My First AO3 Post, boys crying, mental manipulation, Pollá this is all your fault, Family Feels, ugh now i need to redo all of these, it's ok I'm totally not mad or anything, Clay | Dream Angst (Video Blogging RPF), yeah i know it's such a shocker, While I'm at it, Big Brother Technoblade, listen i love their dynamic so much, It's the best fight me, listen he latches on to people that have lots of issues, then when they disappear he goes into feral piglin instinct mode, favoritism?? what's that??, yo I'm like terrified, everyone is crying, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, But mostly angst, Manipulation, there's lots of manipulation in this fic, lol new readers must be so confused, you shall learn in due time, Eventual Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Alternate Ending, Bad Ending, yeah no your not getting out of this alive, dream is very sad, but like if your therapist is a duck with a personal grudge against you, Alexis | Quackity Being a Jerk, wow there's a TAG for that???, someone plz give dream a hug, family but if family gets into fistfights sometimes, don't you hate it when you put too many custom tags so Ao3 ends up having a seizure, No Beta We Die Like Endermen, screeching our lungs out, temporary deafness, Temporarily Deaf Character, hwueh hwueh hwueh deaf dream :))) Summary:

Dream knows of all the suffering he's caused his family, and he feels really bad for it.

It wasn't always this way.

After weeks and weeks of fighting with the storms inside his head, it all becomes too much.

Thinking he's too far gone and too broken for any chance of redemption, Dream comes up with a plan. He doesn't want anyone's last memories of him to be sour or filled with malice. He doesn't want to be sealed in the history pages as someone who lived a tyrant, someone who died a tyrant. So, he tries his best to repair the relationships he's broken.

Then, he leaves. However, his friends aren't too far behind.

(yo what's up it's me CarameL, ready to post my trash on this cursed site 🙂👍)