#im just saying they come from endermen

[lolli-popples]

What if ender pearls are squishy and when you throw them, they splatter on the ground like a water balloon.

Like popping boba or fish eggs.

[dyketubbo]

went through a shallow lil rabbit hole for that whole ender language thing and wow. new small community with apparently a history of full on discourse?? to study under a microscope

[poetthewriter]

🔮Carnelian Trinkets🗝️

Vex!Scar x Reader

thank you to my 🪶feather anon for requesting this I'm sorry I accidentally deleted you're request but from what a remember you said you wanted a vex!Scar x reader where scar likes to give reader trinkets and little gifts because of his vex side! please enjoy and feel free to leave tips (p.s im not so proud of this story but I hope at least you guy like it<3)

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐬&𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬🌱🧄🌿

Scar had decided to go on a little adventure as he liked to call it but in Y/ns case it meant being left alone for a few days, it not like Y/n couldn't be by their self or that they constantly needed to be with Scar but tonight Y/n will be all alone with no date for the party.

A small gathering happens every so often in Hermitcraft where all the hermits get together and have a nice evening with drinks and treats for all, even though there's so many members as well as a few guests coming from their empires it feels right to give everyone a little thank you gift. pulling out tiny little boxes Y/n walks out of their house and into the mines, after hours and hours of mining and polishing a scatter of crystals lay on a table, from ruby to agate there is a set of handpicked personalized crystals for every guest.

Gold or silver, crown, necklace, bracelet, or ring, smooth or pointy. hundreds of decisions lay in front of Y/n but at the end of the day around 40 sets of jewelry are set in boxes to be given to the person there for.

Amber ear cuffs for Impulse, aquamarine and pink coral tiara for Queen Lizzie of the Ocean empire, golden peridot anklets for the one and only fae girl Gem, and a jasper pendent like amulet for the prince of the lost empire Joey.

The only thing that catches Y/ns eye is a carnelian ring with a engraving inside saying " I Love You, Dear " a little bit of disappointment hits them as they remember Scars absents but all they do is close the box and throw it in the basket.

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The stars shine brightly around Scar as he walks down the paths of the Ender capital, people pass scar left and right from Endermen hybrids to Nether hybrids hes surrounded, some people stare at him and his vex features uncomfortably as others pass and don't bat an eye.

Markets and stalls are set up everywhere going from one to another nothings right, some potions and magical seeds end up in scars inventory but there's something hes looking for that he just cant figure out what it is until a small sparky shine catches his eye.

A flow of magic wisps through the air pulling scar in all he wanted was something personal to give Y/n so all he can do is hope this light can lead him to the perfect thing, slowly he steps over to the shine and a small chest of colorful crystals, rare buttons, and mini empty bottles sits Infront of him his eyes light up and his wings flutter at the big and small trinkets to give his partner.

walking back to the portal to the over world, end flowers, and little pieces of shiny metal litter the ground, more and more bobbles clutter into scar bag and cut his hand and he picks up sharp pieces. reaching into a different pocket for a bandage Scar communicator tumbles out of his bag a bright yellow message takes up the whole screen leaving his face shocked.

"GATHERING AT NINE HOPE TO SEE YOU SOON!"

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Y/n stands there looking in the mirror at their fancy attire, their shoes click as they walk across their house grabbing the big basket full of little gift boxes, a load knock echos through their house slowly but surely Y/n walks the open the door but when they get their someone is already their waiting for them.

"SCAR!"

Y/n runs up the him, he pulls them into a soft hug slowly lowering to the ground.

"oh my god.. I am so sorry, I totally forgot about the party tonight I never meant to do that Y/n, I missed you so so much"

a small kiss opens Scars eyes Y/n just sits there with a goofy smile on their face as they tug on his arm standing up, Y/n yanks Scar to the table they rummage through the big weaved basket and pull out one box slowly opening it they hide it in there hands and slowly slide it on to scars ring finger, he looks at it for a few moments before Y/n asks him a question.

"Do you like it!" they say swinging side to side in excitement, Scar looks up at them and lifts them up with a huge smile on his face, giddy as heck he pulls Y/n in to a seat.

"I LOVE IT!! LOOK LOOK I HAVE STUFF FOR YOU AS WELL, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT" Scar pulls out the big box of little knobs and treats, if he was a dog his big golden retriever tail would be shaking faster then lightning and all Y/n could do is match his energy the trinkets doesn’t matter anymore as much as Y/n loved their partners little gift they were just exited to be with him.

Walking to the party scar runs off like a little child to grab sparkly nicknacks and give them back to Y/n and they just swing their basket excitedly like little red riding hood.

The vex boy rests at his lovers side as they enter the party with everyone. The night was long but the energy never died gifts were given, hugs were shared and the night ended of with cuddles in their warm comfy bed.

[xerith-42]

What if we would actually include some minecraft mobs in mcd rewrites?

We talked about Endermen being called void creatures, or maybe voidlings

And then we have zombies, and skeletons.

Although creepers would prove to be difficult, and there's also the question of why are zombies a thing?

Shadowknights are undead beings, and we see ghosts. But what about zombies? Why would they exist? Maybe because of magic in the ground? Causing some area's to be infected with zombies and skeletons and the sort. With this magic possessing dead biodies. Maybe they're shadow souls attempting to possess a dead body?

Shadow souls are such an unused and overlooked part in mcd to be honest.

Either I leave out creepers, or they could be smaller creatures. Like a big bug. That explodes when it dies due to some kind of chemical reaction. (And sometimes leaves ice cream behind/J)

YES YES YES YES IM SO GLAD WE'RE TALKING ABOUT THIS

I've wanted to figure out how to adapt mobs into my writing for so long and you just hit the nail on the head!! Zombies could come from like a graveyard or burial sight that gets hit with magic or even fully reanimated by a necromancer type beat. Nana uses her magic to control dolls. Who's to say maybe Ivan or Zachary couldn't have the control magic to rise an army of the dead?

Obviously it isn't easy, takes a lot of training, and a lot of physical strength, but it would be so cool to see! And maybe one of the skeletons they raise gains a level of autonomy to start acting and thinking and existing on their own. And they start talking. Just saying.

As for creepers, I always like taking the og Game Theory route and saying that they're a spore. A mushroom that once only grew in maybe the Ygadrisil forest, with the unique ability to sap away at the life force of the creatures it's bonded with in order to strengthen its own hive. Infected plants or people can be severed from the connection, but they still have that life force in their body. Maybe that's why Malachi experimenting with the sampling gave him life again.

And when that along with Aphmau planting one happens, the spore starts to spread but takes on a different form. A form of a wandering creature faintly reminiscent of humans, but distinctly not. And when aggravated, they explode to damage the thing aggravating them, and to respread a reduced number of the spores. So they can either lie in wait, or reform.

And maybe one part of the hive gets really into ice cream or somethin idk

[heylinfanclub]

18 and 24 for the soft asks?

18. Do you still love stuffed animals?

OF COURSE. Dusty is my oldest bear I’ve had for at least sixteen years, named for the dust he was coated in when I found him in a basement my family was saying in when I was young. He was old already, I bet he’s an antique, and he wasn’t exactly mine. I just took him when we left, I dunno if anyone ever asked. Right now he’s in a blanket basket cause his CROTCH TORE and I need a thick needle to sew through his fur confidently.

I have a real antique bear that was made by my stepmoms mom, a beautiful faceless teddy bear made out of rose patterned fabric with a lace collar. Real old fashion and pretty. I haven’t named her yet but she’ll get one.

I got Edmund, my other brown bear who could never replace dusty but I assume that was the effort my folks were making in getting him for me. He’s floppy and instead of being full of stuffing all over its More concentrated in his paws and head, makes him heavy and unwieldy. Love him though. He’s good for a snuggle. I got a white bear for my step mom but since she passed it’s mINE again and truly I should name him for he’s helped me get through vaccinations twice now. 👌🏻

I found a stuffed donkey on the Road and took him home, washed him, and now he’s one of my favorites.

Got sleep with a stuffed Creeper (aw man), got stuffed endermen pinned to my dresser handles, have several stuffed animals that just rULE (a shark, a opossum, a snowy owl, a frankenstein, even a Lion small enough to fit in my hand.

I love stuffed animals so much OUGH my dream is to have a really big one I can lay on. I used to be dusty-sized. Now I need one more me-sized.

BUT I DID HAVE NIGHTMARES AS A KID OF MY TOYS COMING TO LIFE AND ATTACKING ME OR GETTING ME IN TROUBLE. So I always treated them nicely and scolded them gently to not be violent. Even now I still kind of feel some Life in them, even if I don’t believe they come to life. I feel like having had them so long they do have soul and that’s important to me. They’re my babies. Awuu,,,

24. What you do to de stress?

I took a mental health and physical wellness class in college and we had a whole week focused on meditation and weird mindfulness techniques.

I usually do deep breathing while using the River Meditation (imagine your thoughts as leaves landing in a river, and let them flow away. Focus on the sound of the River, the rustle of the trees, not your thoughts—). Sometimes the sand meditation (tighten your body like a stone, then imagine slowly from your toes, turning to sand. Loosening, losing that tight heaviness for light fuzziness).

Getting fresh air is always good, I try to go outside if im getting really stressed, cause sometimes just being confined with my issues exacerbated them.

I got a new stuffed animal that’s a squishmallow shaped like a jar of peanut butter and it’s honestly so good to hold to my chest when it aches from anxiety. It’s my main pillow while Dusty recovers.

Honestly sometimes all I can do is lay down and close my eyes and maybe take a nap. Sometimes I recognize ‘oh I haven’t eaten’ and I try that, but it’s no guarantee to help. I just generally try not to push myself to DISTRACT WITH FUN if I’m MID ANXIETY. Cause I learned in that mental health class you cannot mix fun and anxiety easily. Maybe if you like horror games and rollercoasters. But most of the time, the anxiety is going to overpower the fun, and you’re just going to be having a worse time cause the thing you love is suddenly causing you anxiety. So it’s always good to just. Take a step back from Everything to Breathe. Maybe recalibrate what your doing if necessary. And the easiest way for me to recalibrate is to clear my mind and snooze.

[enderwalk]

ooo ghast option is really nice because it could explain why he cries even as an enderman? bc you’d think actual endermen wouldn’t be able to cry since it burns them but since ghasts often do (like.. ghast tears and stuff) that could explain why it does

anyway I don’t actually have any questions for mbranboo I’m just excited to read about what u have to say on them so ig is there anything you’d like us to know? or like a particular detail ur excited about?

YEYEYAYEYEYESYSYEDS BRACKET YOU UNDERSTAND ME I LITERALLY WROTE THIS IN THE NEW BIO!!

i think that the most thing im excited for is when i finally figure out how to connect his backstory! because having this half enderman half ghast freak of nature that should not exist with how im doing his anatomy (sulfur particles, literally no spine so he has two separate blood colors, etc), with him probably being some sort of lab experiment chimera, coming from hypixel and and and-

it's a lot to figure out but im excited for it!!

[glowstone23b]

OKAY HI semi sentient elytra thingies from phanon (phanon blog reveal) urs truly

Given the end is like. suuuper weird and alien. (I also hc endermen to be former ancient builders mutated because of eating chorus fruits when they got stuck in the end) almost nothing is like how you expect it to be there and that goes for elytras too

When they latch onto a user, over a period of time they’ll sink these tendrils into the shoulder blades and connect in with the blood etc and begin to sort of leech off you while trying to give you flying benefits + higher reaction times to stuff in exchange 🗣️

yk how when butterflies or moths emerge from cocoons and need a minute to pump blood thru their wings so they can get them to work?? Thats how that works !! meaning elytras take a second to slowly slowly adjust to the host and form wings that are best suited for them

now onto the mutation parts 1!1!1

sage (my oc) began to repair her elytra using phantom scales which phantoms shed naturally instead of killing them for membrane.

these worked .surprisingly really well . and she hardly noticed the fact that the elytra began to slowly mutate her

This was because the elytra sort of assumed— that due to the sudden bits of phantom scales, that they were biologically from her and that she was some sort of phantom-like hybrid person, and began trying to restore what wasn’t there, hence Sage getting a few phantom-like features

Also to note that while the mutations can change a few bits both behaviourally, physically and mentally they never really fully change the person? as in you won’t start going ham on ppl now that you’re partly a mob is what im saying (like Sage doesn’t have to worry about getting blinded by the sun despite being technically part phantom but being around bright lights can cause an eventual headache)

After like a fair few months of never removing the mutated elytra they eventually just. they’re never able to come off afterwards and just fully fuse into the host 👍yes this causes problems with wearing shirts and jackets

also sage oc reveal HUZZAH . dont look too hard at the anatomy i havent drawn a thing in months (shes in her pyjamas too) (my girl is not a morning person)

also yeah sometimes her phantoms try to preen her and it usually ends up scratching her skin ajdbekfjfk

DID YOU DRAW THAT JUST FOR THIS ASK

Also hello blog reveal I was already following you somehow 😂 loving your oc. Loving her

I also love tinkering with winged clothes concepts (like for people whose elytras have fused to them) so they snap or button or velcro in the back or something you know? Good stuff!

What if the elytra (after having been fully fused, I guess, but early users apply too) runs out of durability? Are the wings something you yourself can feel once they’ve fused with you, or is it more like… a neurological thing, where the elytra just know what you’re thinking? That way, it can move you in that direction! Could you feel them as an extension to your body? If they get hurt, would you be able to feel it as if it were your arm or something, or would it be numb? If you run out of durability on fused elytras, is that something you could ever fix? Would you be able to get a new pair if you hadn’t been fused yet? Would you have to try to cut off your old elytra to replace it if you *were* fused? So many questions (and no need to answer at all if you don’t feel like it but. I love this sort of stuff. That’s so cool! I have so many theories :))

For mutations, could you potentially *pick* how your elytra form to look on you? Like, if you tried to repair your elytra using a combination of some standard repair materials (phantom membranes, occasionally scales) as well as some other thing (like parrot feathers, for instance), could you possibly get the elytra to take on a form you’d prefer? Is it standard for everyone, or does it just assign you some sort of look to your wings (person A is butterfly, person B is dragon, etc.)? Sorry for all the parentheses. I have too many thoughts. I digress. If so, it’d be kinda fun seeing people change their wings as they grow or as their preferences change. People with parrot wings repairing with different colored feathers to ‘dye’ them in a sense, or some people mixing ingredients to get hybrid-looking elytra!

I like your endermen became endermen because of chorus fruits thing! I guess… if builders back in ye olden days managed to get to the end and LIVE, they’d have no real way back unless they defeated the dragon, so chorus fruit would be their only source! I think being in the end has gotta be weird, like in my head there’s zero wind or sounds, and the temperature is extremely neutral. Not hot or cold or anything, just kind of stagnant. Another alternative would be slightly chilly, but it might be less of a temperature thing and more of a ‘hey you’re in a different dimension, this isn’t normal’ sort of thing your body’s telling you. Eating a chorus fruit would be interesting, too! Teleporting? And it can also be popped! I feel like it’d have the texture of peaches or mushrooms, but after popping it you can make bricks out of it! What on earth sort of properties??? Idk, chorus fruit is neat though :)

I love your theories, so thank you for sharing!!! Your art rules???? That phantom design is so freaking sick????? I imagine them puffing up their wings like toothless from httyd trying to do that dance thing… silly babies, but the glowy markings help. I am also stealing Sage’s jammies, I love the kitties.

Anyways. Thank you for introducing Sage to me officially (as well as your blog) :). Hello, the both of you! Do you care for names/pronouns? Are phanon/invention alright? Cause I can start a tag for ya if you’d like!! I will throw art in your general direction too if you ever feel like it! Have a good day, I got a flight to catch!!

[sammy-writes-sometimes]

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If there was one thing, just a singular thing, that Ren hated about his body, it would have to be his ribs. Now usually they didn't hurt, simply two bones that often slipped and popped in and out of place, but they rarely hurt.

Which is why, after he was killed by a endermen and went from green to yellow on Double Life, he was rather frustrated.

He had so many good days in a row for nearly a year now, why did his ribs have to do this?

Ren could hear Bigb call from the other room, but he was too busy wallowing to listen. When the other's voice came again, he slowly reached for his communicator, groaning when he fully processed that he was using the arm on the side of the old injury.

<rendog> sorry ddude did you need something?

<rendog> *dude

<rendog> sorry having a bad pain day

<rendog> endermen sliced my ribs and they wiggled too far out of place

<bigbst4tz2> Oof dude

<bigbst4tz2> I was actually gonna ask about that since if feel your pain and all

<rendog> yeah sorry about that

<rendog> fought some red faced freak two years ago

<rendog> broke two of my ribs or something

<rendog> doc says the cartilage is bad

<rendog> it actually makes it hard to breath sometimes but im good rn

<bigbst4tz2> Don't apologize for anything, I understand it

<bigbst4tz2> Sometimes the muscle in my right left leg gets all knotted and it hurts to walk

<bigbst4tz2> If you need anything just tell me

<rendog> thanks dude

<rendog> a heatpad would be nice I think its on the top shelf of the cupboard

There was the sound of feet shuffling through their half made kitchen before BigB wandered into the room with the requested item in his paws.

It feels almost like there's a fire burning under the skin on his side, reminding him all too well of times when he's been stabbed and beaten and murdered.

His arm is gently lifted by BigB as he struggles to hold it up, wincing and instinctively bringing it back to a point where it won't hurt.

"Here, right?" He asks as his fingers ghost over the area above his lower ribs.

Ren nods before BigB moves to rest the pad of heat against the old, unhealed injury.

It doesn't go away Instantly, of fucking course it doesn't, but it starts to feel just that bit better even if it is still hard to ignore.

The werewolf leans back, getting as comfortable as his poor ribs will let him when they've popped out of place.

Ren makes an attempt to speak, but all that comes out is a strangled croak that causes him to curl in on himself in embarrassment.

"It's fine, you don't need to speak." BigB comforts. "Just try to rest."

He sighs before typing a message into his communicator.

<rendog> cant sleep but ill try to rest

[the-final-sif]

no because im brainrotting so hard on this au <3

does dream ever break down in front of people? or is there ever a full reveal of what happened during + after the prison?

c!Dream has his moments of letting stuff slip. But his truest break down comes in very violent form.

I mentioned before that Dream reveals his hybrid form to everyone so he can fight back after losing his weapon. By this point, the syndicate already knows about him and c!Techno has helped him train to fight with his hybrid form basically for this situation.

What I didn't mention was the person who got him weaponless was c!Quackity (being helped by c!Fundy and c!Hannah). Quackity gets him pinned and believes he's won. He chooses to gloat for a moment. This, was a mistake.

Dream, furious and ready for revenge after everything Quackity did to him, drops his mask and tears into Quackity. It's such a shock to everyone else that nobody can react in time to help Quackity, so that man dies. In the aftermath, Dream snaps into himself and realizes either he gets away now or he's taking a lot more lives. So he bolts outta there, reclaiming his weapon and half running half flying off. Nobody follows him on account of; Uh.... what the fuck??? and also Dude just flew off and the only other person w/flight on the server is on his side.

The Syndicate gets home and expects to meet Dream there, only for 24 hours to pass without him showing up. Techno wants to go look for him, but c!Phil and c!Tubbo think it's better to give him time to cool off. Particularly given that due to limited time in his hybrid form, Dream experiences instincts to a pretty extreme degree when stressed. It takes some debate, but the syndicate agrees to give him 72 hours before doing anything.

c!Ranboo agrees to this and promptly forgets, wonders where Dream is, and then goes to track him down based on nothing but Vibes (Endermen instinct telling him where the dragon is). Dream is... Well he's a mess to say the least. His instincts are telling him to kill just about anything that comes his way. It's freaking him out and when added to having to be near Quackity at all. He just. Breaks a little bit. Ranboo knows the least of what went on in the prison and secondary cell. Just that conditions were bad enough to leave Dream still recovering from the effects more than 2 months after when he got revived. The only person in the Syndicate that knows Quackity tortured Dream was Techno, although Phil suspected something of the sort.

In a bad place, trying to sort himself out, Dream opens up to Ranboo. More specifically, he explains why it took so long to revive him. Why Dream was incapable of writing for so long. He spares some of the gorey details, but he doesn't shy away from how much it hurt. How much it still hurts. The level of nerve damage done. Just how much Quackity took from him. How much Sam took from him. Ranboo listens quietly. Out of shock and respect.

At the end of the story, Ranboo doesn't hug him. But he shuffles up to sit right next to Dream. Looks away so he doesn't see the tears at the corners of Dream's eyes.

"That's fucking rough." It's an understatement. "I'm glad you killed him." After a long pause, Ranboo finally finds something he could do to help. "Do you want me to shoo the others off so you can go hide in your den?"

And that- That sounds really nice. Dream only hesitates a moment.

"Can I take Michael? I just- Quackity was never near him, but. Some part of me-." It's too hard to explain, but Ranboo gets it.

"Yeah, he's missed you a lot. It'll be good for both of you. Just head down and I'll get him from Tubbo."

Plan in place, the two of them head home. Dream feeling a bit of weight off his chest, and Ranboo feeling like he finally got a piece of the puzzle he's been trying to fit back together. It's good. For them.

For Sapnap, who overheard almost everything, it's his entire world crashing down around him.

While Sapnap had sworn off hunting Dream after their encounter, he... Well, he made an exception after hearing that Dream turned into a fucking half-dragon and murdered his fiance. Not that he was planning to hurt Dream, he was just hoping for answers. It only took a minute to dig out the old manhunt compass that he'd sworn to Quackity he lost ages ago (fuck, it makes sense now why Quackity was so pushy about it. why he almost screamed at Sapnap over it. how he'd found Q looking through his stuff and what if he'd found it-). Then he was off, following Dream while ensuring he wasn't being followed himself.

When he'd finally found him, Sapnap was trying to decide how to handle the sight of his former best friend as a? A hybrid? Cursed? Experimented on? Who fucking knew. Before he could make up his mind, Ranboo had shown up, and then the truth came out.

Sapnap got his answers. And he lost one more person. Someone he thought he could trust. Someone who he'd vented his frustrations about Dream to (was that why? was it because of him? if he'd been less hot headed, if he'd been more open and admitted he still loved his brother. would Q have still done it? he didn't know he didn't know he didn't). Someone who he'd loved. Gone once again. Leaving him stranded, unsure of where to go from here. If there even is anywhere to go.

[onecanonlife]

In which Tommy has a nightmare, and enderwalk!Ranboo is of the opinion that grass blocks make everything better.

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Tommy jolts out of a nightmare that he doesn’t want to remember, and a few seconds later, finds himself hyperventilating outside on the grass.

It’s not on, is what it is. He hardly asked for this, for these awful dreams and this inability to sleep for more than a few hours at a time at best, for this creeping certainty that Dream is breaking out, is going to come for him, and that it’s only a matter of time before something awful happens. He didn’t ask for any of this, but he has it, and he’s not moving out of his house, because that would feel like a concession, but on nights like these he wakes up and the dirt walls press in around him and he can’t breathe, and it is completely and utterly the worst.

So. Outside. Grass. Hyperventilating.

Calming himself down is old hat, by now. He figured out how to do it a long time ago, around the time when he realized that there wasn’t going to be anyone holding his hand anymore, that he was well and truly on his own, without a friend in the world. Other than—but no, he doesn’t go there. He knows better, now, even though his brain still tries to play tricks on him sometimes, tries to convince him that Dream is the only one who actually has his best interests at heart.

The point is, he knows how to do this. He’s used to it. And frankly, he’s glad that he is, glad that he can do this on his own, because he doesn’t want anyone else around him when he’s like this. Doesn’t want anyone else to see, doesn’t want anyone else to know that this happens, doesn’t want anyone else to be able to point at him and go, look, the great TommyInnit brought low.

So when he regulates his breaths and swipes the tears from his face and unclenches his fingers knuckle by knuckle, he looks up and most definitely does not expect anyone to be crouched in front of him. When he sees that there is, he scrabbles backward and lets out an incredibly manly scream, and he doesn’t think he can be blamed for it, because what the fuck?

“Holy shit,” he wheezes, “holy shit, you can’t just—” And has to stop, because it’s not just any weird crouching person. It’s his fucking—what’s the word for when a very irritating and terrible person marries your best friend? What’s the title for that? Annoyance-in-law?

In any case, it’s Ranboo.

“What,” he says, “the shit are you doing?”

Ranboo makes a sound that is not words at all. In fact, it sounds very similar to an enderman vwoop, which, alright, the guy’s half enderman, that checks out. Except, his eyes are also purple, and he looks rather taller than he normally does, even crouching down, so something is weird here. Something is very, very weird.

“Fuck off,” he says. “Go and, go and raise your shitty child or something. Sing ‘im a lullaby. Go on.”

He makes shooing noises with his hands, like one might do to a dog, or a persistent crow. Ranboo tilts his head very slowly, like a complete fucking weirdo, and then rises in one fluid motion, and goes walking off somewhere. Tommy stares after him, because he hadn’t really expected that to work. But alright, he’ll take it.

“That’s right,” he mutters. “Just fucking, fucking leave, go on.” He stares down at the grass, running a shaking hand through his hair. He is, maybe, not quite as recovered as he’d like. He’s usually not, after the initial panic, usually can’t make himself relax until the sun has crested the horizon and the sky has begun to lighten. He’s ruined for sleep tonight, that’s for sure.

But it’s alright. It’s alright, he’s used to it. He can do it. He can do this. He’s a big fucking man, and he can survive on a few hours of sleep a night, and he can avoid looking at himself in the mirror and remembering another face, eyebags just as dark, hair just as wild, eyes only slightly more desperate. He doesn’t have to remember things. Not if he doesn’t want to. He’s great at not remembering things, him.

Footsteps. He jerks, looks up again, and Ranboo is standing over him, and why is he so fucking tall?

Ranboo makes another vwooping sound. And then a little trill, almost like a bird, if a bird gargled gravel and then turned into an eldritch monstrosity. He crouches again, and then holds out his hands, and there is something in them, something that he is offering him, and—

Tommy squints. It’s a grass block.

“What am I supposed to do with that?” he asks.

Ranboo vwoops.

“Could you just stop being so fucking weird?” he demands. “For five minutes? I don’t think that’s too much to ask, really. God, you’re just. The worst.”

Ranboo shifts a bit closer, still holding out the grass block. Like he wants him to take it.

“I’m not taking your stupid block,” Tommy says, and accepts it.

Ranboo vwoops.

“Why would you even—” he says, burrowing his fingers into the dirt. A bit of it crumbles to the ground. He doesn’t understand how endermen manage to do this, keep these blocks in perfect shape, grass and all. “Why would you even give me this? What are you trying to pull on me, eh? It won’t work. You can’t pull the wool over my eyes, pal. You’re up to something. Why are your eyes all purple?”

Ranboo vwoops.

And then—Tommy remembers something. Something he wasn’t particularly trying to remember, and usually, that’s not such a great thing, but it’s not so bad this time. Because this memory is from just a couple of weeks ago, in Snowchester, one of those times that he was trying to hang out with Tubbo, but Ranboo was just there and wouldn’t leave, and Tubbo wouldn’t make him leave, so Tommy spent the entire time being vaguely pissed off. And he was trying not to pay attention to Ranboo, really, he was, except he remembers him saying something about how he gets anxious, and how holding blocks of things and putting them down places helps him. At the time, he made a point of not acknowledging him, because Tommy’s not an idiot. He knew what he was trying to do, and he didn’t appreciate it.

But—

He stares at the block in his hands. And then back at Ranboo.

He wants to be angry, at the idea, at the presumption, because who the fuck does Ranboo think he is, trying to patronize him like this? But Ranboo keeps up his soft warbles, and he finds his eyes filling with tears instead.

“Are you,” he says, and his voice is not choked, it’s not, “are you trying to help me?”

Ranboo vwoops. Chirps. And then reaches out, slowly enough that Tommy doesn’t feel the urge to flinch, and runs gentle clawed fingers through his hair.

“Oh,” Tommy says. And doesn’t lean into the touch. He doesn’t. But if, hypothetically, he does, that’s between him and Prime on high. Or at least, it would be, if all his muscles didn’t go lax a few seconds later, and if he didn’t accidentally on purpose tip forward against Ranboo’s chest.

The dirt slips through his fingers. But that’s alright, because one of Ranboo’s arms wraps around him, and the other keeps carding through his hair, like Wilbur used to do when they were younger and things were better and they were two halves of a whole rather than puzzle pieces that got bent out of shape. The way his head is, he can feel vibrations running though Ranboo’s chest, like the purr of a cat, and it’s going to lull him to sleep if he’s not careful.

He can’t let that happen. He has more dignity than that.

Except he’s very tired. And Ranboo is clearly—sleepwalking, or something. Not all there in the head at the moment. So maybe he won’t remember this in the morning, if Tommy makes sure to wake up first. And that would be alright.

“You’re still terrible,” he mumbles, but the words are slurred, and Ranboo’s arms are very warm and comforting, and he’s drifting. He can feel it.

So he lets himself. Ranboo’s warbles follow him into sleep, and he dreams of stars.

[relaxxattack]

on the subject of paschal lambs

canon-divergent, allium duo drabble /rp

tommy shoves his shovel into the dirt again, and it makes a scraping noise as it comes up. he’s been doing this for a while now, and ranboo finds it almost soothing, as he chops down trees just a bit away.

they haven’t been having a conversation, but they’re far from working in silence— tommy talks loudly and often. (although ranboo sometimes isn’t sure if it’s to himself or to the shovel.)

ranboo doesn’t know why he’s doing this, honestly, besides that he’d been walking by and tommy said “ranboo, get over here,” and so ranboo did. tommy has a way of getting what he wants. it’s very lucky for everyone that tommy’s intentions aren’t sinister, or else they probably would’ve been coerced into accidental villainy long ago.

the enderman has kind of had something on his mind, though, which was probably the reason he was pacing so uselessly, and so willing to do busy work.

“ah, you are a beaut, aren’t you linda?” tommy croons to his shovel, which is honestly kind of weird, but ranboo will move on.

“tommy,” says ranboo suddenly, pausing in his chopping. the axe sits heavy in his hand.

“ranboo,” tommy responds, turning his gaze harshly towards the endermen. “i can’t help but notice you aren’t being very helpful.”

“i wanted to ask you something.”

tommy rolls his eyes. “just chop the trees, man, i have to do this for wilbur! and you’ll really be helping me out, so please do it. i don’t want wilbur to be angry.”

that sounds… eerily similar to how tommy used to talk in the first couple of weeks they knew each other. when ranboo wrote letters and visited to try and keep the other boys’ spirits up in exile.

but he can’t comment on it right this moment, he’s thinking too hard about something else.

“but it’s kind of… important, tommy,” ranboo tries, interrupted by a loud groan from the blonde teen.

“argh, FINE. but chop! while! you talk!”

ranboo nods and lifts the axe again, swiveling at the tree. tommy begins digging again while ranooo collects his words. he’s been picking up and moving the dirt… clearing an area for fort big, probably.

“did technoblade really… execute tubbo?”

tommy stills for a second, his expression still the same. he seems to stay like that for a moment, before he continues digging as if nothing happened.

“well obviously, ranboo. how the fuck’d you think he got all those firework scars all over ‘im? not very observant, are you.”

“well— well i just didn’t want to ask!” ranboo mutters defensively, but he gets somber again after a second. “what… happened?”

tommy stops digging to throw back his head and laughs.

“what do you mean, ‘what happened’?! technoblade fucking exploded him!”

“i know that! i meant— i mean can you tell me about it!” ranboo lowers his axe. “nobody tells me anything on this server! tubbo’s just been— he’s been living with being executed for however long, and he didn’t think to mention it? i want to know if he was scared, i want to know how much it hurt him, i—“

ranboo cuts himself off as he realizes that tommy is standing, staring at him. he’s been ranting. he was even yelling.

“i’m sorry,” ranboo sighs, turning back to the tree.

he swings his axe to add another chop.

he gets three more steady strikes in. the tree will come down soon, his axe is a nice one.

the wind rustles through the forest.

“i was on the roof.” tommy’s voice says into the air. “schlatt boxed tubbo in.”

the spines on ranboo’s back raise a little, because although tommy seems to be talking normally— almost casually— there’s an undertone to it he can’t miss.

“wilbur was next to me,” tommy continues flatly, shoving his shovel into the ground again with a scraping sound. “and wilbur told me— me and tubbo, he said— well because techno was on our side. so we— me and wilbur— we all thought he wouldn’t hurt tubbo. that he wouldn’t.”

tommy’s breath gets shaky for a moment. he clears his throat and tosses aside the dirt. ranboo keeps chopping, pretending not to look.

“well, um. he did, obviously.” a pause followed by the scratching sound of his shovel. “he… hit him, first. and then it was, uh. two rockets. fireworks. one to the torso and one to the neck.”

ranboo’s axe feels ten times heavier.

he doesn’t know what to say.

“was tubbo scared? i mean— pfft, i don’t know, i’m not him. but for me— it was scary as shit.”

scraping. the thump of dirt. the crack of ranboo’s axe. a pause.

“well, you know, i don’t really remember what happened after that— techno said some shit, probably, but it got all… all colorful, and cold, and. and dark purpley.”

“dark purpley?” ranboo wonders aloud, and then immediately feels bad for interrupting.

“yeah. in me head, you know. um… tubbo’s body was in the— the box— and i was in a— pit, and i punched techno. but he punched me better, or more, or fucking. whatever. and now we’re here.”

tommy’s facing away, and he continues the scrape, toss, scrape, toss, of his digging in silence.

ranboo feels like his ears are ringing.

he wonders suddenly if tubbo’s ears were ringing after being shot with two explosive rockets.

probably.

oh, god. he thinks about the way tubbo prances around as if nothing is wrong, with the scars stretching across his arms and chest and neck, as if he hasn’t— as if he hasn’t experienced one of the most cruel injustices in the world.

oh, god, the way ranboo had paraded into snowchester with techno in tow. he remembers— he remembers the way tubbo’s fists had clenched, and shook a little. but tubbo… he’d taken a breath. and he’d been civilized.

he’d been the bigger person.

how— how long has tubbo been being the bigger person? around terrorists, around people who have killed him?

how long has tubbo pushed things under the surface, said he was fine, just to continue on with his day as the ‘mature’ one? how much is he repressing?

ranboo’s hands are freezing cold around the handle of the axe, and he stares off into space as he lands the final blow into the trunk.

the tree slowly tips over, collapsing into the grass easily. the branches pillow out on either side.

there’s a long moment of silence.

“ranboo!” tommy barks, causing the enderman to jump. “don’t just stare, pick it up! these trees aren’t going to farm themselves! wow, you are just kind of— and please, don’t mind my saying so— useless.”

“i’m helping!” ranboo retorts, and he hefts the axe in his grip.

he’s going to have a long think about this later tonight.

and after that—

well. later will come later.

for now… he agreed to help with the trees.

so help he will.

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

i wrote a thing inspired by @galaxygermdraws headcanons and designs for team ZITS!!!

inspiration here

…

The portal has been in the middle of his world for as long as he can remember. But his mother has always told him to stay away from it. “It leads to the Overworld,” she would tell him. “Nothing good ever comes of the Enderfolk in the Overworld.”

So Impulse ignores it.

It’s a proud day when his wings grow in. He’s too young to understand that he wasn’t born with them, that his mother granted them to him. He doesn’t see himself as human and his mother as a dragon. To him, they are the same. He is her baby and she is his mother. No question.

She’s there when he flies for the first time. His tiny wings can only just support his tiny podgy body and he ends up falling after only a few seconds, but his mother is so proud of him that he forgets about that. To her, he just soared among the stars, and she could not be prouder of him.

But nothing lasts forever, no matter how good it is.

His mother disappears one day, leaving no trace. Impulse is terrified and grief-stricken at first, but after searching for her for weeks with no luck, he’s forced to move on with his life. So he befriends the endermen as best he can, though they’re not much for playing or even talking. Not like his mother was.

Years go by. Many years. Impulse gets used to the solitude.

And then… something appears in his world.

The thing is tall, about twice his size. It looks like him in some ways but so different in others, and yet it doesn’t appear to be particularly scary. In fact, when it seems Impulse, IT appears to be afraid of HIM.

He cocks his head to the side as the strange creature ducks behind one of the obsidian pillars. Frowning, he waits until it peeks its head out.

“Hi,” he says.

After a moment, the creature carefully approaches him, keeping a wary eye on the endermen, but they don’t seem to be interested in it.

“Hi,” Impulse repeats.

The strange creature opens its mouth and says something back . But Impulse doesn’t understand the words. It’s not Galactic, his language.

“I don’t understand,” he says.

The creature frowns. Clearly it can’t understand Impulse either. It points at itself and makes a noise that sounds like “Skizz”.

Frowning, Impulse mimics the noise. “Skizz.”

He gets an encouraging nod from the other person. “Skizz,” he says, again pointing to himself.

With a jerk, Impulse realises that must be this person’s name. He points at him. “Skizz.”

Another encouraging nod from Skizz, a bright smile on his face. He points at Impulse and makes another noise that sounds like a question.

“Impulse,” says Impulse, pointing at himself.

Skizz mimics what he says. “Im-pulse?”

His accent is weird, but Impulse doesn’t mind; after all, his own accent probably sounds weird to Skizz. He gives a nod, smiling widely. “Impulse.”

Skizz beams back. “Impulse!”

Impulse is happy. Despite not speaking the same language, he seems to have made a friend.

Suddenly, Skizz gets up and, beckoning, rushes off. Impulse quickly follows, wondering where his new friend is leading him.

His stomach drops when he sees Skizz standing on the edge of the Overworld portal.

“No, no, no,” he says, hurriedly shaking his head. “Not safe!”

Skizz takes both his hands in his own and smiles, a reassuring smile. Even though Impulse can’t understand Skizz’s words, he finds himself trusting his new friend’s smile.

Besides… maybe it’s time for something new.

So he nods, and he and Skizz jump into the portal.

Immediately, the atmosphere changes. This new world is hot and the air feels heavy and full, not at all like the emptiness of the End. And what’s worse, the strange bright orb in the sky hurts his eyes.

Letting out a cry, Impulse takes off running until he finds shelter under a tree. He only knows what it is because he remembers it from his mother teaching him the basics about the Overworld.

That means the orb in the sky must be the “sun”: the source of all life here in the Overworld.

Impulse hates it.

And where is Skizz? Why didn’t they appear in the same place? Where did Skizz go?

Starting to panic, Impulse dashes out from the safety of the tree canopy, noticing the sky darkening. He can see a cave in the hill a few hundred blocks away so he bolts for that, but before he can reach it, something starts falling from the sky. Something wet.

Something that burns his skin and his wings.

Screaming and crying in pain, Impulse keeps running, holding up his wings to protect his head from the horrible substance burning him. He makes it to the cave and scrambles inside, collapsing to the ground on his side.

It hurts. It hurts so much. Why did he ever come here? He’s alone and he’s in pain and he’s terrified. WHY did he EVER come here?!

Just let me die already… Please…

…

“Impulse!” Skizz yells, looking around wildly for his new friend. “IMPULSE! Where are you?!”

He curses himself for not considering that Impulse’s Overworld respawn place would be different to his. Impulse has never been to the Overworld before, and since the Overworld portal in the End puts you back at your respawn point, of course it would make sense that Skizz would appear back in his home but Impulse wouldn’t.

He’s gone back to his world’s spawn, where it’s now raining. The cave he took shelter in when he first spawned in this world is his destination. If Impulse appeared here, Skizz is sure he would seek shelter in that cave.

Sure enough, he can hear a noise as he gets closer, a noise that sounds like crying. His heart skips a beat as he scrambles up the side of the hill and hops up into the cave.

Impulse is lying curled up in a ball on his side, shaking and crying, clearly not fully conscious. Skizz gasps at the sight of red blotches all over Impulse’s arms, neck, and face.

“Impulse, are you okay?” he gasps, forgetting momentarily that Impulse can’t understand him. “Impulse?”

When he gets no response, Skizz stoops and picks Impulse up. Impulse is half his size, despite being podgier than him, so it’s an easy journey from the cave to his home. Luckily, the rain has stopped now.

Skizz carefully lies Impulse down in his bed and tucks him in. He has no idea what to do now. Clearly, the Overworld does not agree with Impulse. It might have been the rain that caused all those little red blotches on his skin.

In that case, it’s Skizz’s fault that Impulse is in this condition. He can’t go back to the End like this. Feeling guilty, Skizz heads down and gathers up as much food as he can. If it’s his fault that Impulse is stuck here then the least Skizz can do is take care of him.

And Skizz does. When Impulse wakes up, the two find ways to communicate through gestures and noises. And after Impulse recovers, he considers going back to the End. But curiosity and his budding new friendship keeps him here.

In the subsequent months, they start teaching each other their language. The process is slow, but rewarding. And soon, the two build a life together. They build a house for Impulse and make it as safe for him as possible. Impulse gets used to living in the Overworld; he starts to be able to tell when the rain is coming so he can go inside and avoid getting burnt, and the sun no longer hurts his eyes.

His life is good.

One day, almost a full three years after his first arrival in the Overworld, Skizz takes Impulse to the portal he used to go to the End all those months ago.

“This is where I came to your world,” Skizz explains.

Impulse stares down into the portal. The swirling blackness looks exactly the same as the inside of the portal in the End that they took to come to the Overworld.

“Do you wanna go back?” Skizz asks quietly, noticing how intently his friend is looking at the portal.

With almost no hesitation, Impulse shakes his head. “No, not really. I’m happy here with you.”

Skizz beams. “Aww! I’m happy here with you too. We don’t need anybody else, huh?”

“Nah, we got each other. Let’s go home and work on that stable you wanted to build.”

“Okay!”

But when the two get home, they find a weird portal set into the cliff near their home. The frame is upright and made of obsidian, and the portal inside is purple and swirly.

“What is this?” asks Impulse nervously. “A portal?”

Skizz shrugs. “I have no idea; I’ve never seen anything like this bef-.”

The two yelp as the portal suddenly makes a loud whooshing sound and a figure appears from inside it. The figure jumps out of the portal, dusting himself down, and spots Impulse and Skizz a little way off.

“Who the hell are you?” Skizz demands.

The blond figure crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes in a look of suspicion and distrust.

“I’m Tango. Who are you?”

[worminstuff]

Win Win Situation

dream x reader (more fluff)

from this ask -

Hello! I'd like to request Dream fluff, where they play Minecraft Manhunt with Pandas, Muffin and Gogy. The reader's a secret weapon they hold against Dream (she waits for him in the Nether or the End; the decision is up to u), since they know he really likes her and it's mutual anyways. She's capable of killing Dream with hearts to spare and in last hopes of winning the hunt, he proposes a kiss (in MC, of course) for his life (which the reader grants him). Thx in advance! 💞😊-

i love this ask vvvv much and im gonna try my best to do it justice!

It had been quite a day of filming, this manhunt proving to be one for the books.  Dream had really been stubborn upon not dying, and sapnap, George, and bad were really trying their hardest. 

George was so close to getting a dream when he first crossed to the nether but it was futile as he had looted around a lot and got more armor then they even had time to find.

Dream was pretty sure he was set after proving himself with that battle against George, he had 9 blaze rods, ten pearls and a burning sensation in his stomach from the excitement of winning.

It had been quite a day of filming, this manhunt proving to be one for the books.  Dream had really been stubborn upon not dying, and sapnap, George, and bad were really trying their hardest. 

George was so close to getting a dream when he first crossed to the nether but it was futile as he had looted around a lot and got more armor then they even had time to find.

Dream was pretty sure he was set after proving himself with that battle against George, he had 9 blaze rods, ten pearls and a burning sensation in his stomach from the excitement of winning.

As he sat listening to the 3 weirdos giggling amongst themselves he thought about you, you would've been so proud of the way he's wiggled out of their grasps so many times from a boat chase where he managed to drown Sapnap by using a tnt to blow them up in a cave. A blush crossed his cheeks at the thought of you being excited with him. He couldn't wait to tell you about it later.

Lately you two had been talking awfully a lot and he was enjoying it a lot. You'd met through sapnap since you knew him for a long time. You often streamed with Wilbur or Tubbo too, Tubbo being another one of your favorite people.

Dream loves to watch the streams and videos you both make because you two are so entertaining. Dream thought you were absolutely adorable, especially when you and Tubbo are trying to figure out redstone for a new scheme or terrorizing Tommy for a bit. Most of all he loved your bed wars streams, he was always entranced at how amazing you were at pvp. He loved every bit of it.

He himself had a really hard time talking to you at first. In his defense, you were a pretty girl! Adorable, sweet, funny and kind and incredible at pvp. How was he supposed to approach you without freaking you out with his tiny little obsession.

The sound of an ender eye breaking snapped him out of his little day dream, realizing he was nearby the stronghold, he started his way down.

Unknowing to dream, the boys were just over a hill watching him just as he was digging down. Instead of following just yet sapnap sent a message on discord, to you.

panpas 

    he’ll be there in a second i think

y/n

    okey dokey!

There was nothing in the unspoken rules of manhunt that said nothing about a secret weapon. That's exactly what you were. Sapnap and George and bad all knew you were one of the few people that could easily beat dreams.

Dream knew it too, sometimes he liked to tell himself it was only because she got him flustered so easily, but deep down he knew you just played way too much Minecraft. 

You sat impatiently waiting for him to reach the end, impatiently sitting near a clump of endermen. You were nervous and excited at the same time, beating dreams was always fun. You'd always admired dreams and his presence on the internet but after meeting him, things changed a bit.

He seemed hesitant talking to you at first but lately he had been texting you every morning and night and even called you a few times! He gave you so many butterflies just at the thought of him.

Dream searched around the stronghold looking for the portal, as he was about to turn a corner sapnap spoke up, 

“Don't you guys think it's been a bit boring without..y/n” He smirked behind his computer screen as he could practically hear dreams heart rate go up just by that single sentence. He was correct with that bet.

“Duh! y/n would have had a dream dead like an hour ago '' George spoke with a knowing smirk.

“That's not true-” Dream tried to poke into the conversation when bad suddenly interrupted him.

“No you muffin, you know y/n would totally have beat your booty way back in the nether”

“Booty-” Dream was cut off once again by a fit of hyena laughter from his friends. 

As they giggled he finally found the portal and filled in the empty slots hopping in quickly. He was surprised he hadn't heard the boys say anything about it with the achievements popping up onto the screen. 

He was confused up until he spotted you, standing by one of the pillars.

“what?! how?! y/n? how did you- when- huh?” His flustered state was quickly made obvious by the way the boys could hear a smile even through his confusion.

You started sprinting towards him as the three boys dropped into the portal as well but not rushing over just yet, wanting to see this unfold first.

You let out a small giggle as you were gaining on him, he was running around still confused on how you were there.

“Come here Dreeeeam” You said maniacally trying to gain on him.

“Get away y/n! how are you even-”

He let out a yell as you got your first crit on him, your ax was clearly more op than his and he could tell by only one hit.

“How did you do that much damage! What are you even-”

After finally trying to fight her, he was at 3 hearts and he even had a shield. 

“Okay, okay, okay, y/n hold on for a second please” He backed up a bit facing her character as she lowered her weapon waiting on his next move.

“I have..a proposition” Dream let out a breath nervously, 

“What kind of proposition?” You smirked, ready to decimate him with only a few more hits.

“No! No propositions! y/n you have him just kill him so we win!'' Sapnap chimed in with George and badly agreed.

“No no guys, hold on, I wanna know what it is,” You said with a small airy laugh.

“If you don't kill me y/n, i'll give you something I think you'll like”

“Like enough not to win?”

“I hope so..” Dream started to regret this decision, he knew he liked you and he thought you liked him, but how could he be sure? He would bed George would call him stupid for thinking she wouldn't like him but he just wasn't sure.

“Tell me then, what is it?” You were getting a bit antsy, he was a wild card to you. You adored him so much but sometimes you just never knew what was going on in his brain.

“A kiss.” You definitely weren't expecting that. As Dream spoke the two words he'd been repeating in his head for minutes, you were silent, sitting in shock.

You were expecting one of the boys to call it bullshit and tell you to just murder him on the spot, but they were silent.

“A..kiss?” You weren't sure you heard him right, because you couldn't believe it! A kiss? From Dream? You'd faint!

“Yeah. A kiss. And you let me kill the dragon.” He was gaining a bit more confidence after he realized he made you nervous.

“What?! No! No kissing! Murdering y/n! Murdering!” George wasn't surprised you were considering it because he knew how much you both like each other but he really doesn't want to lose like this.

“In- in game or?” you were sure he meant in game, but you were curious.

“Well.. it'll do until we meet in person. But I'll still owe you a real one after you let me win.” He smiled widely just thinking about getting to kiss you, or even be near you in real life! he could burst just at the thought.

While he was daydreaming, you were conflicted. The butterflies that were creating a sick feeling in your stomach at the thought of kissing him were overtaking the thought of wanting to beat him. You had already decided but you knew the boys would be so angry their secret weapon had failed them.

“How about. I take both kisses.. and then you have to beat me to the dragon. I won't fight you, you just have to beat the dragon before I can” Your plan seemed full proof. Seemed like a win win situation, or so you thought.

“Sounds perfect to me, y/n” He was grinning so madly, Your character got close to his, just a block or so in front of him.

“This won't be nearly as good as it could be but, MWAH '' Dream made an exaggerated kissing noise as he jumped towards your character hitting into it, then turning and booking it towards the dragon as it was starting to perch.

The boys were cheering and yelling as you sat in shock, not at the fact that his character kissed yours but because of what he said before. 

Was he really going to kiss you in real life? Your mind was absolutely swimming with thoughts when you suddenly checked back in at the sound of three boys yelling your name and the sound of the dragon dying.

“You just stood there y/n! why would you just stand there?!” George tries to sound mad but he really couldn't be. He was sure dream was on cloud 9 at that moment.

Dream was out of his chair, yelling with excitement as the boys were angrily shouting about their loss while you were still silent. Your silence was taken by a laugh, your own laugh,

“Hey y/n, can I call you in a little while?” He asked

“Yeah, please.” You said shakily as you left the discord call.

You leaned back in your chair, shaking your head with a small smile. He was going to be the death of you.

[baka-monarch]

Imagine Bench Trio playing a size-changing mod in Minecraft, Ranboo be the first one to try the mod( growth), and then it happens IRL and all of them just start panicking

Dhrbnsnwmmwmskskxkxnxnrbekk

For me I see Tomy trying shrinking, Tubbo trying growth (wants to be the tallest), and Ranboo staying the same- but since you said Ranboo does growth-

After Ranboo grows to be a little taller then an Endermen, Tubbo gets the idea to be as big as a mountain! While Tommy just gets small and explores the world from two pixels tall- it's all fun and good until the day after recording that all wake up at these different sizes and start freaking out- Ranboo is still living with Tubbo so they try to help each other out as much as they can... But now they're worried about what Tommy might be going through, being that small has to be hard.....

Which is why when Aimesy and Badlino (I can't remember his name and I could only find the title of someone's YouTube edit as a reference- sorry) come to their house to record and see a giant Tubbo and a mini giant Ranboo, the two biggins ask some of them to go to call someone to go check on Tommy (listen the only cricket crew video I've seen so far is the Mario party stream and I remember them saying Tommy lives three days away-), hopefully he's safe or at least his parents found him before anything bad could happen

Mcyt g/t list:

@trashpumped @lorie-the-little-ghost @encaos @i-am-a-weeb @wyforyu-gaming @5unfl0writ3r @colorfulsiren @moonmwah @iwasgoingtohellanyways @echoslime @wilbur-simp @trouble-off-grid @lilsyxx @smogs-0 @hello-world-im-snow

[hangezoeenthusiast]

Minecraft

m!reader

pronouns:he/him

fluff

person: sapnap (im not going to use his real name, since he is uncomfy with people using it)

words: 1530

warnings: cursing, yelling

you were at sapnap's house on his bed, watching him stream and play minecraft. he was trying to speedrun minecraft. "hey babe, what'cha doing?" he asked. "just watching you." you replied.

"you wanna come over here?"

"but what about the face cam."

"chat could give less of a shit, or i too."

"ok then babe, let me just get some water."

you went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, then went back to the room. you grabbed one of sapnap's extra chairs and sat next to him. "hey chat, how you doing." chat spammed y/n so many times, you could barely see anything else in there.

"hey my boyfriend, how you doing." a dono said

"im doing good y/nismyboyfriend, good name btw, how are you?"

"heyyyy, your MY boyfriend." sapnap whined. "it's ok baby, im yours and your mine." chat spammed simp, then sapnap buried his head in your heck. "y/nn, make chat stop bullying me." "chat stop bullying my WONDERFUL boyfriend." you emphasized.

after that little situation, you just sat in your chair, zoned out, and just watched. "babe, hey babe, baby are you ok?" sapnap asked. you jumped at the sound of his voice, "sorry, i zoned out, what were you saying." "damn, im not that important to you then that you zoned out." sapnap pouted. "oh shut up you big baby."

"excuse me, don't make me fight you bitch." "sapnap, do you realize i took karate as a kid right?" "that was years ago." "so sapnap, i can still beat your ass with a blindfold." he looked shocked and amazed at the same time. "ok then." he said shyly.

you looked content (like this face 😏), "so what you needed sapnap?' "oh yeahhh, do you want to play minecraft on here?" you were absolutely shit at minecraft, you already tried once, you weren't going to try again. (flashback to the conversation you had with sapnap the first time you ever played minecraft)

"sapnap, how do you move on this thing, this is so complicated" "it's just because your a boomer y/nnn, here, its wasd." "EXCUSE ME SIR IM NOT A BOOMER, APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW." "NO I WON'T APOLOGIZE, YOU APOLOGIZE." "WHY DO I HAVE TO SAY SORRY, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WRONGED ME." "AHHHHHH" you guys are so weird :/ /j

"no, im not, im shit at it, you made fun of me plenty of times, no, no times infinity." "come on baby, that was what, like 1 time." "YEAH, ONE TIME TO MANY." "pwease, for me." he whispered. you looked at his pouty face and didn't crack (MOMMA DIDNT RAISE NO SOFTY /j). "ok then, but the second you make fun of me, i will beat you up so bad that-" sapnap interrupted you, "THANK YOU SO MUCH BABE, but i wont guarantee that i won't make fun of you." he got up, put you in his chair, and standed behind you. "now y/n, the last time you played, you sucked absolute balls, so NOW i will guide you through everything, yaknow, be your sensei." you made a straight face, and looked behind you, seeing him look at you as well.

you had a staring contest. both eyes were locked, eyes squinting, trying to withstand the others. his blinked first, "YES I WON, WHAT'CHA GONNA DO SNAPCHAT, WHAT'CHA GONNA DO?"

"just forget everything that happened in the last 10 seconds, let's do this thing." he guided you towards everything, like moving around, crafting, fighting zombies and skeletons, and even breaking blocks. you were doing fairly well, but there was one, no two, no three things you absolutely sucked shit at that you HAD to master. one was mlg watering, two was building a nether portal, and the last was fighting the ender dragon.

you goal was to beat the game and make new records ;), well, you did, but not without some challenges.

1. mlg water

you crafted a bucket and went to the nearest river/sea. you filled up the water bucket. "hey sapnap, what do we do next?" "next, my darling y/n, we shalt try to mlg." "so what do we do?" "we first, tower up." you pulled out your stacks of blocks, and stacked all the way up to the sky. "so what do i do next?"

"so pull out your water bucket, and then when you almost hit the ground, place the water on you." you jumped of the tower, and failed mlg. it was so ridiculously bad, that goddamn satan wouldn't let you in hell for that little stunt. "NOOO, WHAT THE FUCK, I PLACED IT BELOW ME." "You didn't do it good enough." "SHUT THE FUCK UP SAPNAP."

2. nether portal

obviously if you failed mlg, you would SUCK at making nether portals. "since you fucking sucked at mlg, lets try making a nether portal, it's kinda easier, but still hard. so what you do is make that shape there" "oh no, do it there." "nooo y/n, you're doing it wrong, do it that way."

you made a nether portal, but you obviously messed up, there was cobblestone everywhere. you pickaxed it, but that didn't come with a good thing. "NOOOO, FUCK, WHY WAS THERE LAVA." yeah, that's right, under the cobblestone was lava, and you fell in it, barely salvaging any of your items. well that attempt went horribly

3. ender dragon

after getting to the nether, getting blaze rods and converting them into blaze powder, trading with hoglins to get ender pearls, not having enough ender pearls from the hoglins, killing endermen and dying from them while getting ender pearls, crafting eye of enders, finding the stronghold, placing the eye of enders in the stronghold frame, while dying along the way, you finally got into the end.

finally all this suffering and mocking from sapnap would end, and you would finally beat the game. but, obviously, with you having little to no minecraft skills, it came with A BUNCH of problems, like destroying the crystals, making sure you wouldn't anger endermen, avoiding the dragon of dealing damage to you, and flying into the void.

1. destroying the crystals

sapnap ordered you, "use your bow to destroy the crystals." you aren't and weren't no minecraft god, so you couldn't destroy all the crystals, but you did one of them tho 👍

so he gave you another try, to use blocks to climb the side of the pillars, and destroy the crystals that way. you died, to put it shortly and bluntly. "AHHHH," you screamed. you got exploded by the crystals. that happened with EVERY. SINGLE. CRYSTAL you happened to try to destroy.

but eventually, you destroyed all the crystals.

2. endermen

after you destroyed the crystals, you had the task off not angering the endermen by eye contact. that went horribly wrong. sapnap had the courage to tell you that you couldn't look them in the eyes, and that you would anger them if you would. "WHY ARE THEY CHASING ME," you shouted. "y/nn calm down, just kill the ones that are angry at you."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ALMOST ALL OF THEM ARE CHASING ME." you overaggerated. "no, it's almost 3 dude, just kill them."

you killed them, and then you had the task of the dragon.

3. the dragon dealing damage

sapnap took control of shooting the dragon in the air with the bow and arrows. when the dragon would come down to the middle, you would hit their head (im doing the enderdragon as nonbinary, yaknow, they are a lesbian, nonbinary lesbians are vaild :D).

4. the void

the last thing you had trouble with in the end was the void. the darkless pit that leads to nothing except death. the dragon was throwing you around like a little puppet, you doing nothing except being flung around the place. "FUCK, FUCK YOU DRAGON," you screeched. the dragon was getting on your last nerve.

after all the trouble,and death, you finally beat the dragon. "YESSS, YESS, FUCK YOUR DRAGON, SUCK ON MY 10 IINCH DICK." sapnap cheered you on through your little victory speech. "bye chat, imma stop streaming now, since it has been 6 hours, we need to go to sleep." "bye, chat, love you guys."

you and sapnap ended the stream, feeling exhausted. you went to do your skin care routine, and found sapnap waiting for you in bed. "how was the stream y/n, did you enjoy it?" "yeah, i enjoyed it, only the dying part i hated."

"it's ok, babe, we can try it another time, maybe next time you won't die as much, at least you made a new record."

"what record sap?"

"the record of dying the most in minecraft." you slapped him around his head, not finding his joke funny. "hey, don't hit me, i'm fragile."

"sorry you big baby." you responded. you both got under the blanket, and snuggled (i don't know why, but the word snuggled is enchanting), huddling together, and basking in each others warmth. even if you died 4,234 times in minecraft, at least you had your favorite person at your side while doing it.

[shyrose57]

Oooo maybe some real life plants! but they are .. off somehow, I think that the end should mostly keep its dull very color drained vibes so the colorful things just seem more. So the greens are so gray you could barely call it green, and for subsitute water? Maybe liquid magic. Becasue this place has to run off of magic, they are floating over a void...

SPACE WHALES! Flying Rays, JellyFish! A lot of deep sea horrors fit very nicely into space horrors (and wonders bc I'll cry if the whales are mean :( ) and would do nicely to fill the endless stretches of just void with no land in sight. and Anglerfish... maybe not a fish, or floating in the void like the others but something land bound that uses a hypnotic lure? It lures you in with the feeling of safety and home. There is a reason that the abandoned cities where off the ground :)

Anyways floating over a void, the end (in my head canon) is the source of all magics in Mc (all the planes are connected and it diffuses into the other dimensions, but it is SATURATED in everything in the end, the dragon is pure magic, a manifestation of the end itself, so a lot of things there are magic or sustain themselves on magic (things that stay there (live over generations n stuff our group is fine) get warped by it which could be how over world plants got in there and established themselves, they would not survive in the over world any longer, the sun would kill them, their roots would thirst to death on water. they have magical properties, some of them glow. ) Though there are a lot of End Native plants too (the trees that are only trees when you stretch the definition, that thing that Moves, and has what you could only call teeth but it is not an animal, so it must be a plant) Oooooo maybe the warped fungus ;) I mean everything in the nether is terrified of it, so maybe it doesnt really belong there, and hitched a ride on fleeing endermen

A lot of things glow, (its how we have those stars in the end, they are creatures off in the distance, and whenever the wastelands that stretch on for miles give way to not-trees or shrub-lands, something is gonna glow, which gives the areas eerie shadows that make the wide vulnerable wastelands they came from seem safer than whatever is found in there. The magic running in the rivers sometimes spill out into the abyss and dissipates to start the cycle anew. Things lurk everywhere and kind things are few and far between. The End is full of Life, and That Is Horrifying

Endermen are nomadic and travel in haunts (Im taking this from Human Error :D), and are generally friendly until you look into their eyes (Eyes are windows to the soul, how can they bear to look at you? You are so bright, so Warm. It Sears their eyes, It Burns their very being. Stop looking, It Hurts. Stop Stop Stop-) They are willing to trade and talk Enchanting (So All 3 Dimensions have a Sentient Race :DD) and are very magically inclinded. A lot of mages are endermen or have ender blood in them. The end is very deadly, and Haunts keep eachother alive because their death could mean death of the group (they are very close knit and that leads to very protective (what Im saying is when Tubbo gets back his Husband is going to smother him and fret over one of the 3 members of his Haunt (Tubbo, Michael, and Tommy :) )) when One finds themself without a haunt, many try and find safety in the other dimensions as they will not survive alone in the end.

( I Have more ideas, but the more I think the more I make more and I already think im dumping a lot, so sorry if I wrote too much. I tried to break up the text wall to to make it easier)

Oh, that's a good idea! Mainly dull colors-especially for the more dangerous plants, they'd need to blend in to catch their food. I feel like there'd be some more colorful ones though-the chorus fruits are pretty saturated, after all. Maybe purple colors are brighter, and others are more dull? Or no?

So many space creatures, oh gosh. There'd be very few grounded ones, with so much of the End being void, so sea-based creatures are definitely a good call. That'd be so pretty too?? And we've gotta blur the line between space wonder and eldritch horror for at least a few of them, of course!

The jelly fish are absolutely huge! Massive and glowing through transparent skin, they mainly hang out far from the islands, being mistaken as stars, and their tendrils glow so faintly you can only see them up close. From a distance, they're beautiful, but up close they're terrifying.

Flying rays the size of horses that can be used to cross the void between islands like striders for lava?? Flying rays that's tips fade into an abyssal black so deep it looks they merge into the void? Flying rays with a possible relation to phantoms? Seeking out the sleepless, but only watching, merely drawn to lure them to sleep with the mesmerizing patterns that run along their bodies.

Space whales!!!! Titans so ancient and old, parts of their bodies are overgrown by End islands and forest, making them for all purposes, living, breathing islands. Magic so deeply tied to them that even when they pass, they remain afloat, creating graveyards of still islands, that even still seem to breath when stepped upon. Gentle giants in that they are untouched by anything, and so curious of the new wonders the void welcomes.

A thing that stalks the islands it inhabits, singing out a call that seems ripple across the starry expanse-it sounds like love and warmth and understanding, and it says i love you, the universe loves you, in the same way the poem must rung in your ears, must nestle under your ribs. Love, love, love, it croons. Except then you get too close, and it catches you, and the sound is empty and hollow, and it's grip is tight, and nothing leaves it's arms or island alive, drained of life and magic.

Safety is only in that it is bound to the land, and no creature dares approach it, instinctively knowing of the danger. The islands that even the stars avoid...

Magic dragon?? Yes! Manifestation of the End?? That means it must somehow know how to take the appearance of one. Maybe smaller little space dragons, that play among the bones of the long-gone giant ones. The Ender Dragon isn't as large as they might've been, but it mimics the appearance as best it can-I wonder why. How long has it had that egg, again? How long has it waited for it to hatch?

So we can totally have some of the minecraft plants end-ified! Ooh, and since some adventurers probably brought them there to maybe try surviving in the End, there'd be things like crops and weeds and grass, long mutated as they grow along the ruins of what might've been a home once. E N D M O S S. It glow.

Warped fungus!! But more! Because this one wouldn't have ever been to the Nether, never mutated in such a way. It's home, but somehow, it still feels so very alien to those that look upon it. Maybe no orange?? Orange is Nether-color. Darker blue, or more purple-ish, possibly.

Everything is luminescent. The things that aren't are much more dangerous than the things at are, don't stare into the dark for too long-it might start looking back, and trust me, you don't want that :).

The Endermen Know they are not supposed to be here, even if the newcomers do not Stare with all of the heat and warmth and burn. One may bear the Wings, and two may speak their language, but they are too soft, and colorful, and bright, but not glowing. They are Outsiders, and Outsiders must go home.

Because nothing good comes from those that stay-how do you think that thing knows the universe's lullaby?

They ally with the four, if only to save themselves, but the Outsiders grow on them. Maybe they will visit, but the Outsiders must stay out.

(Ranboo does not let his Haunting out of his sight for awhile. Tommy and Michael too yes, but mainly Tubbo and Phil. They could have strayed too far, they could have not come back. He doesn't Know in the same way the others do, but even he is aware of what he could lose, and what could become)

(Tell me A L L of them, I beg of you)