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totenkopfe ❤

[Gender-neutral]

[900+ words]

Description: Being a god is hard when you're not the one with power. As you ponder this, a certain god comes to chat. (Dream x Reader)

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{《☆》}

You spread your fingers wide, feeling the familiar curls of magic spread over your mortal form, encompassing it in more power than a normal mortal could handle. The withering grape vines held delicately in your hands come back to life, bright green leaves embued with your power blessing whoever decided to use them with the finest wine for years to come.

And as it always did when you used your magic to save your lifeblood, another god came to see who was messing with his.

"You again," Dream said, their mask fixed over their pointed nose, ever-calm and regal. "This is the fifth time this hour?"

"These are new and they are so weak. I must save their vineyard, they supply my biggest followers." You cast another hand to a few weak vines, thumbing a crumbling leaf between your fingers as it's too far gone death decays once more. "The nation is suffering from X-dee's happiness, for it has not stormed in many a night. If this goes on even the child cannot sing these plants better."

"I suppose that is true," The overseer of death looks upon the rows of decaying life and they sigh. They lift their own hand above yours, resting softly on top of yours as he pushes his magic into the air. For all the mortals' cries, Dream is not the god of death. He is the overseer and he is the judge but he is still fair and he is kind. The plant hums beneath your finger, back to life easier than it's known in weeks. "The mortals do not deserve your kindness, O'estatic one. They are greedy and one day they will mark their own end."

"And one day, albeit far later than theirs, so will we," You flip your hand to press your palm to his, sharing the most emotions in the easiest way godhood allowed. "We are not all-lasting as Chaos or Order, we are simply here as long as humans will it so. And not all humans are thieves or scoundrels, and not all thieves are scum amongst angels. As most humans are, I've found them to be complex."

You turn to your plants, sighing as you trail a vine. "Such fickle things, letting such irrationality guide their lives for so long, letting fear and indecisiveness plague their thought when if they thought to ration, would find people do not simply hate them for breathing. For what reason for plants if not humans to enjoy them, a fine wine such as the ones we lay to be created may never be tasted and appreciated because the right person decided for everyone else that nobody wanted them. I find that they are horrible things, but not for their own vile acts, but for the ones coming from a wrongfully good place."

"I haven't had such time to think like that," Dream admits, coming to your side. Here, so close to you, he tips the mask back from his face. Such opposing foes as yourselves, to think of each other as so close. Their lips are parted ever so slightly, his gaze focused on nothing as his mind runs.

"I only ever have time," You sigh, fixing the gold bands on your wrists. "You run a kingdom, I run a vineyard. Time is not something you come about sparingly, not without reason."

"So what is your reason?" Dream turns to you, his human-like freckles standing out amongst pale skin. It was always ironic to you, how someone who looked so human was so disconnected from them. The thought never lingered long,  drowned out by prayers from newly-wed wives asking to be blessed with child or for drunkards for the best wine, sometimes even from the occasional person questioning their gender and pleading for advice from the god known as their patron. "Surely a god as kind as you would have loyal followers."

You shake your head ruefully. "The drought has either killed them all away or shown the ones whose faith had always been waivered. When I showed no help in ending it, even if only for it being out of my control, they had chosen their stance and switched patronage." Now your time was filled with visiting your still loyal followers, as few and far in between as they were. Laying small blessings upon the bastard child's head for green thumbs and fixing a quick wine for the laboured mother who wished for a break.

Dream frowned, emotions so humane they were written like scriptures upon his face and detailed in his eyes curve and forehead wrinkles. "I apologize, O'estatic one. I had not thought of how the drought might've affected the ones still based here."

"It is my hometown," You shake your head even if Dream does not understand the meaning behind your words. "Perhaps I was not raised here but my mother's blood spilt on these holy grounds for me to be born godly. I will bless these as my home for as long as the land remains."

"I'm aware," Dream shakes his head although he does not argue. Fixing a gentle stare over the vineyard, he extends his arm to you. "Our work has been done for today though. Come for a visit to my kingdom. It has been a while since our last dinner."

"Alright," You place your hand gently on his forearm and like a godly voice had not saved these plants, disappeared within a gentle breeze of wind.

{《☆》}

[YOOOOOO I'm tired but I literally can't sleep lol I just watched ranboo's phasmophobia stream with bilzo and this one long af dnd video with Slmcc and I'm basically on the equivalent to drugs rn (/j)]

[I really don't have anything to say except my back freaking hurttsssss]

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💜 DAY 4 OF MONSTER WEEK — DEMON RANBOO

[1100+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: Summoning goes wrong (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)

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"Y/N, are we sure this is really going to work?" Tubbo pokes at the candles you had arranged perfectly before he messed with them--

"Yes, Tubbo, I checked three times already, Tommy stop it!" Tommy flinches, spinning around and hiding the salt container behind his back. It's a very bad hiding spot considering the salt Is still rapidly pouring out, very loudly, into a pile next to him. "Give me that! You guys are ruining my summoning circle!"

"It's not ruined," Tommy protested weakly. The box finally empties out and he lifts it, as if to show it off. "See, we still have…" He blinks down at the pile of salt on the floor. Slowly, he leans down to try (and fail) at scooping it back into the hole he punched in the box. After an uncomfortable amount of time, he stands up and smiles proudly, "See, plenty!"

"I literally hate you both." You sigh, neither seem that bothered by that fact. "Go buy some more salt, I'm going to fix it all and then when you get back, neither of you will touch anything. Kapeesh?"

Tubbo and Tommy nod sulkily, "Kapeesh."

"And remember," You yell after them, "don't get the cheap shit! We're summoning a demon, not a back alley imp!"

"Fuck off!" Tubbo flips you off as Tommy pulls out of the driveway. You flip him off too and watch them drive away. Fucking dickheads, they're so much fun.

You're midway sweeping up all the salt Tommy dropped when you trip over the candle Tubbo had moved. You lay there, groaning in pain for a minute or two before you sit up. Everything spins for a second so you wait, pressing your hands to the back of your head and feeling around for any bumps.

Your fingers come back bloody and your head spins again at the sight. Jesus, that made you queasy. You crawl away from the glass, turning to sit flat on your butt, cradling your head in your hands. Belatedly, you realize you have an even bigger mess to clean up.

"WHO DARES SUMMON ME!"

"Ack—!" You jump forward, gasping, as a giant mass of shadows, layered over each other by the thousands, looms over you. Their eyes shine and you can see thousands of stars, being created and exploding all at once, full of every constellation in the sky, burning like a supernova. They are, you realize, a predator. One who could devour you whole and leave nothing, not even a skin cell, behind.

"Don't hurt me," You cry out, throwing your hand in front of your face.

You're frozen in that pose for a full minute before your arms drop. The creature, the demon you had been preparing to summon, was staring at you, face fallen as you realize belatedly, they can't escape.

In your blind stumble, it seems you had managed to surround the summoning circle in a very messy and rather box-shaped figure of salt. The demon seemed honestly distressed at being stuck, their long, gauntly claws scraped at the invisible wall. "HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME LIKE THIS?"

"How dare you treat me like this," You repeat, mocking in a shrieky voice. Maybe it's the shock making you so confident. "This is my house, you bastard!"

The demon seems flustered at that, hands clutching their chest. "YOU SUMMONED ME. I AM A GUEST IN YOUR HOME."

"WELL, YOU'RE NOT ACTING LIKE IT!" You yell back, flinching back preemptively. They're still stuck though and their claws have dulled into more human-like nails, now balled into fists at their side. "I DIDN'T EVEN MEAN TO SUMMON YOU!"

"What?" The demon reels back, blinking rapidly at you. They shrink suddenly, the mass of shadows melting down into a smaller, still looming figure, with pasty white skin and black sclera. "Why didn't you start with that."

"You-You're human!"

"No, you're a human," The demon sniffs, like it was insulted. "I just mimicked a similar form, for ease of comfort.

"Oh," You say distantly, "That makes sense."

"Really?" The demon shakes its head in surprise, "You're one weird human."

"And you're a demon," You're feeling faint suddenly, "I accidentally summoned a demon."

"Not just any old demon," They sniff condescendingly, "but Prince Ranboo the second."

"Oh, wonderful," Things start blacking out. "A prince."

You drop back to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

{《☆》}

When you wake up, Tommy and Tubbo are above you, talking loudly about whether or not you're dead or if Tubbo just sucks at reading a pulse. When Tubbo notices you groaning he screams, "Zombie!"

You can hear Tommy wack Tubbo with a pillow, hard. "They never died, Tubbo. Stop screaming before you knock them out again."

They help you stand, leading you past the broken candle and broken lines of salt. There is no mass of shadows there, maybe you had just been dreaming the whole thing up.

Tubbo goes to clean and Tommy sits by your side, checking up on you every few minutes. He only leaves to make you tea after lots of promises you wouldn't move. Maybe it was a bit traumatizing to see one of your best friends knocked out on the floor in a pile of their own blood.

"Finally," A familiar voice drones out, sounding bored beyond belief. "I thought they would never leave you alone. That blond one is basically a mini-me of Phi-elza."

"You!" You lean far back into the couch's armrest, "You're real!"

"Of course I am, otherwise you'd be hallucinating," Ranboo's nose wrinkles, "Though I know your species isn't unused to that."

"I thought I was dreaming, or the concussion-," You pause to take a very deep breath. "Why are you still here?"

Ranboo eyes you with a deep, analytical glare, "You summoned me. Even if unintentional, you also have to dismiss me."

"Oh," You mutter, "How do I do that?"

"↸ᒷᔑ∷ ᒲ𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ᓭ ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡ ᒲᒷ," Ranboo sighs, though you understand nothing of what he just said. "It's such a waste of such raw talent for you to be so clueless about something as basic as reverse summoning."

"Talent? What does that have to do with anything?"

Ranboo shakes his head, "No, I am not going to waste my time. I'm teaching you how to reverse summon me and I'm leaving. You can summon any other demon to ask, just return me back to my home."

You frown, "whatever, what do I have to do,"

"Just repeat the phrase you used to summon me in reverse," Ranboo rolls his eyes, "Seriously, it's easy as breathing."

"I didn't use any phrases to summon you though," You point out, staring at Ranboo innocently.

"…" Ranboo has a stiff smile, "What?"

{《☆》}

[DAY 4 WHOOO ONLY 3 MORE BEFORE HALLOWS EVE HELL YEAH!]

[Anyways I'm going as a pirate, in case anyone cared even a tinkly itty bit. Also I may or may not have forgotten to edit this a few hours ago and almost fell asleep before posting life a dumb. In better news I now know how to work my coffee machine and haven't repeated the mistake of trying to use instant coffee in the machine! Yay improvement!!]

[Take care to improve yourself too, learn from your mistakes and work towards becoming a version of yourself that feels true. Remember, the only validation that matters is your own and that you also carry the weight of your own world, don't be afraid to let some of it go and take care of yourself before you try carrying it all alone again. People love you, take care!]

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❤ Destiny

[600+ words]

[GN!Reader]

Summary: Everyone is born with words on their wrist, words their soulmate will say to them someday. You have the words "I love you" written in golden cursive on your wrist. (Dream x Reader)

You have grown up fearing the words "I love you". When your first boyfriend says it to you for the first time, you start crying. The relationship didn't end up lasting long but in every relationship you've had, it ends not too long after they say they love you.

You can't say the words back. Not because you don't love them, you always have, but trying to force the words out of your throat only brings vile, disgusting throw-up clawing its way out of your mouth.

Nothing about that ever changed when you got into your most recent relationship. You got the same chest-squeezing fear the first time Dream said "I love you" except after hearing your explanation, he didn't leave. He promised you never to leave saying "I love you" so that you never had to be scared of something bad happening.

Until it did.

You have never trusted someone as much as you have Dream, he is a sweetheart, he cares so deeply, and he loves you in the most honest way you've ever had anyone love you. He's the first person you've ever told you loved, and he's the one you're most scared of losing.

You wanted so desperately for him not to be your soulmate, only so you never had to lose him. But life doesn't always work out that way.

You were walking home together after dining out at a local pizza place, hands swinging together as you walked. It's such a peaceful night, a full moon shining down from above.

"We should eat out more often," Dream sighed happily. "I've never had better pizza."

That was pretty true but, "You said you were going to diet with Nick," You point out. Dream groans, pouting dramatically at you. "You can't just abandon him. He needs you."

"That pizza needs me!" Dream shakes his head with a laugh. "But fine, maybe another time. When he drops it in a week, we can all go together."

You try to hide your fond smile, "You're the reason his diets don't work out."

"Oh please," Dream scoffs. He then pauses and nods, "Yeah no, that's actually pretty true. But I have helped him work out so it evens out."

You giggle at his cute pouty face. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe."

Dream can't even pretend to look mad, cheeks flushed at the nickname. He coughs, "I picked last time right? What movie do you wanna see today?"

"Maybe Coraline. I haven't watched it in a few months, I kinda miss the funky little clay people," Dream pouts again at your words.

"Hey, I'm the only little Clay person you need."

You press twin kisses to his freckled cheeks. "Of course, you are, babe."

You're both laughing as you walk down the street. All you can see is his face, his smile, and the way the moon bounces off his hair. Headlights light up every freckle, every strand of his stubble. There is nothing but Dream, his wide eyes, and you.

And then he's pushing you. You fall hard on your back, pushing yourself up instantly and staring, misty-eyed, at the car that's speeding past Dream's still body.

You can't remember much. You know you had started screaming only because people started pouring out onto the street. You do remember holding Dream's hand, carefully cradling his face. You were probably crying.

His eyes fluttered open for only a second and he smiled, teeth bloody, the second he saw your face. After a second of open-mouthed silence, his voice croaked out quietly. "I love you."

You don't remember anything more from the night. Dream didn't make it. You were gone soon after.

{《☆》}

[Whoops, forgot to mention it was "Last thing your soulmate says to you" AU. My bad. Anyway, Dream is my little meow meow. He might've lied about being blonde and his freckles but honestly I had no expectations (my mental image of him is still a blob, ngl).]

[Tell me any other sad prompts you have, I might end up writing them, who knows :)]

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𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 (𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐱 𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

{《☆》}

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘴. "𝘚𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦."

𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥. "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦."

{《☆》}

CHAPTER TWO IS OUT !!

The schedule is now set to once a week, every saturday! :3

[L0v3, k1ng]

would you be able to do a platonic thing with the cc's in which gn!reader is feeling down?

I have covid again so I'm doing this for my comfort

Also you never specified which cc's so I'm choosing Niki, Wilbur, Tommy, and Dream.

Niki Nihachu

Niki absoloutely hates seeing you upset

She's a very empathetic person so when you're sad, she's sad

She'll try to convince you to lie in bed with her to platonically cuddle away the bad emotions.

If you have to be productive even during those moments, Niki will prepare you tea and a snack to make you feel better

And if she's not able to comfort you physically she'll send you a bunch of adorable photos and videos of Zuko

So many audio clips of her voice saying the sweetest little pick-me-ups for you

Niki is never bothered because she likes being the friend you rely on

Wilbur Soot

Wilbur isn't the most physical of people so most of his comfort would be trying to make you laugh

Texting you as many truly awful among us jokes as he can

If you're like physically there, Wilbur'll set up popcorn and an emotional movie and start crying so that if you cry too, it won't be as embarrassing

Snacks. This man has a bunch of them and would definitely keep your favourite sweets in store if you just need a quick pick-me-up

For ranting, Wilbur isn't your best bet. Actually, he's probably your worst.

He doesn't do well with listening without offering advice so he should definitely be the last one you call, unless you do want advice. In which case, call him freely.

TommyInnit

Tommy has playlists he made for you if you were sad

Like if you needed to just vent it, it would be his angriest songs, but if you wanted to calm down then there would be a lot of lofi music, like from his streaming playlist

He isn't the best at comforting people but Tommy tries to be really physically affectionate because that's what helps him feel better

If you get headaches when upset you can bet money on him massaging your forehead and scalp for you to help

He feels down sometimes too but he always need to be around people to feel better so he kinda just assumes you do too

Tommy is a kind soul, even if he's not always the smartest

Dream WasTaken

Dream kinda needs to be told when you're upset because he's bad at social cues

Like if you're upset and don't tell him, he might not even notice unless it's really obvious

Taking this from one of my closest friends who does this for me, if you're like in a panic attack Dream'll instantly discord call you and just like talk you down. Discord stream playing minecraft to distract you

He's the type of person who gets really angry when he's upset, even if it's just to cover sadness, so if you're like him then he'll be really good at calming you down and taking your shit

Fully convinced this man would google tactics to comfort people tho because like I said, sucks at social cues and is even worse at comforting

Will put on your favourite movie, buy your favorite food, just spend a bunch of money making you feel better and won't let you repay a cent

Dream can and will be your platonic sugar daddy

{《☆》}

[I'm this close to ending it all, covid headaches make my preexisting headaches 1000× worse and I hate it all. I'm so bored. It's been like 2 days too but that is still so longgg]

[Also sorry Anon if this isn't who you wanted, hope it's alright though. Have a lovely day, eat food and hydrate. Take care of yourself and please for everyone's sake don't be like my brother. Wear a mask, even now. I love you all, bye bye!]

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Polus ❤

(He/him pronouns)

(1700+ words)

Description: You and your repair team arrive on Polus. While working on the ship, someone dies. There is an imposter on Polus. (Fundy x Reader)

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Arriving on Polus was unnerving, to say the least. The cargo holding area opened to a deserted planet settlement that was thick with silence. Your job was to fix it up.

With 9 of you, it'd be quick. You would be on a ship back to your baby brother in all but blood, Sykkuno, before the week was over. Maybe even before Corpse did. Which was an impressive thought, a goal to aim for.

Corpse and his team held the record for quickest repair and evacuation. It was more than inspiring, if you were honest with yourself. It was badass too. You were so proud of Corpse, who was practically family with how close he and Sykkuno were.

Oh, Sykkuno had been so proud when he heard you'd gotten accepted on an off-planet mission. They'd even took the time to make your favourite cookies before you left. Speaking of which...

You sighed happily, the [topping] cookie was heavenly to your taste buds. After days of just special space food, which was just usually disgustingly dehydrated blobs labeled as "food".

Now that you were on a planet with an atmosphere that'd allow your stomach to handle solids, you were going to take full advantage of it.

"What's that?" Someone asked, peeking over your shoulder.

You squeaked, hunching into yourself uncomfortably to hide the box. Turning your head, you saw the fox hybrid who had introduced himself as Oliver Arechtenshire Smichalist Cumbucket and refused to say his real name.

"Oh," You laughed awkwardly, closing the lunch box with one finger. "It's nothing, Cumbucket."

"What?" They blinked, flushed. Then, it hit the fox like a train. "Oh! Pff, my name is Fundy."

Grinning, you nodded along. "Oh, sorry Cumbucket."

"Wha-? Stop!" They demanded, pretty pink dust scattered across his face. It's a shame he still had his helmet on, you thought.

"I'm Y/N." You happily ignored his embarrassed spluttering. "And it's a pleasure to meet you, Fundy."

"That's a pretty name," Fundy said before catching himself. "Pretty unique, I meant. It's a unique name."

Raising a brow, you nodded. He stepped back with an oddly shy air to him. For a man who told everyone his name was "Oliver Arechtenshire Smichalist Cumbucket" with not a hint of embarrassment, he certainly was easy to fluster.

You moved towards him, heading for the security cameras. You were only slightly hoping to spot someone tripping or something.

Fundy trailed behind, his warm brown eyes sharp as he searched for something. At the same time, you both spotted half of James laying in a bloody pile near vitals.

"Holy shit-!" You stumbled back, right into Fundy. They held onto you tightly, staring at the screen, stone-faced. They spoke solemnly. "We have to call a meeting."

{《☆》}

"Was anyone with anyone?" Lyaria asked, looking around the room of, now, only 8 people.

"Me and Fundy were together the entire time," You offered, still leaning heavily into the fox. Fundy held you tightly, protectively curled around you as you stood around the table. "We got distracted and then-, we saw-,"

"We got onto cameras and James was dead." Fundy finished, he rubbed circles into your arm. His eyes met Lyaria and he practically growled.

"Anyone else?"

Sebastian spoke up for the first time, nervously glancing over the room. He met Fundy's eyes before they darted away and he cleared his throat. "I was with Drew in specimen."

"What?" Drew exclaimed, "I was no where near any special men. You're an imposter!"

"Yeah," Fundy spoke up. You had to shift over as the hybrid leaned forward. "I think you are."

"What?" Sebastian laughed nervously. "You're not serious? I saw you, Drew! I was right next to you! Why would you-?"

Lyaria cut him off, her cold blue eyes acessing him. "I believe you."

"Y-you do? Oh thank god!" Sebastian sighed. They whirled around on Drew immediately. "I think it's Drew!"

"Probably," Billiam said. "But we should throw him into space because he's poor, I don't really care about James."

"Sure." Karl agreed. And slowly, everyone came to agree. Drew simply nodded along, uncaring. Or maybe he was too stupid to realize he was going to die.

You frowned, it was a tough decision but everyone was making it so easily. Drew was going to die, whether you voted him or not.

The voting was anonymous, but it still showed exactly what you thought it would. Drew had been the only one to vote Sebastian, you had voted skip, and everyone else voted Drew.

You turned away, hiding your face into Fundy's chest. They wrapped their arms around you, pressing themselves close and laying their cheek on your head. All you could hear was the yelling as everyone forced Drew away, to his death.

Then, Fundy started humming softly.

It was something to focus on. A lifeline to your horrible day. Fundy's heart beat heavily in their chest, helping you just melt into the man's arms.

It was over. Drew was dead. James was killed. Things weren't going to be as easy as you had hoped.

{《☆》}

Things were strange after those deaths. You and Fundy stuck together the entire time, navigating through empty, abandoned halls that were full of tense anticipation.

You had gotten half of your tasks done before the next murder. Fundy was ahead of you, waiting for specimen doors to open.

The lights had flickered at first, before everything went out completely. Your comms were still up tough, so you managed to make it to the wires next to the door and wait there for Fundy to find you or for lights to turn on.

Lyaria was dead.

Billiam's butler had found her.

"How many words sir?"

"Hm," The man considered. "11."

"I found her in, uh, Admin? I think someone vented. That's all." They said, fiddling with a bucket of milk. Billiam nodded.

"I was with Y/N. He and I were together the entire time." Fundy said, resting a hand on your shoulder. You nodded along, even if you hadn't seen Fundy the last few minutes.

"We were about to a go into specimen," You explained, picking at your fingers. Karl and Butler nodded along, but Billiam hummed curiously.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at you two. "You guys have been vouching for each other the entire time... I don't know if I trust you."

"They seem rather chummy," Karl noted. Their brown hair was pushed away and they looked into your eyes. You tilted your head and Karl fidgeted. They glanced up, over your shoulder and shuddered. "But I don't think it's Y/N."

Fundy's lips were pressed into a thin line as he tugged you closer to him. Relaxing back, you looked over everyone.

Only 6 of you. If there were 2 people killing like you guessed, they were dangerously close to winning their twisted game.

You should vote to be safe, that'd be the safest option but...

"I think we should skip."

With nothing to guess on, it was all you could do.

{《☆》}

Things were dangerous. The lights were out, you lost Fundy, and everything was going wrong.

"Fundy?" You called out, peering cautiously into the dark space. The floor squeaked under your shoes, making your heart skip a beat as you slowly looked down.

Blood.

You bit down a scream, stumbling back into doors that closed before you could leave. Suddenly someone stepped closer and you found yourself face to face with a bloody Fundy.

"Oh," You gasped, choking down a sob. Fundy saw you and instead of killing you instantly, his face broke. He looked just as dejected and horrified as you felt.

"You weren't suppose to see this." He said, sounding heartbroken. But he just... he killed someone. You shouldn't feel bad for a murderer.

"Fundy," Your voice cracked, (e/c) eyes peeking through the smallest gaps and just seeing more and more blood. "What did you do...?"

"Y/N," Fundy cried out instead, heart-broken. "I'm so sorry. You weren't supposed to-, to-!"

"You were supposed to be unaware and-, and weak," Fundy recited, like it was ingrained in his head. "We were supposed to kill them and-, kill everyone. It's our mission."

It broke your heart hearing Fundy practically sob. "Fundy, I-,"

You didn't know what to do, so you threw yourself into Fundy's arms. The man hiccuped, looping their arm around you and holding you so tightly.

"I'm sorry," Fundy whispered, but not to you. "I can't kill them all. I won't kill him."

"I love you," he said louder, this time to you. I'm sorry but I do."

Laughing stupidly, crying all the meanwhile, you burrowed yourself closer. You pressed yourself so much closer, until you could almost forget that Fundy was covered in blood. When you could forget that their louder than average heartbeats was because he was an alien and not just nervous.

Pulling back, you couldn't help but sob those words out too. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

You pressed your foreheads together, ignore the sickly feeling of blood sticking to your hands. Their hands trembled as he held yours tightly, leaning into the touch. Smearing blood on Fundy's cheek when you caressed it, you gave him a small nod.

"I won't say anything, Fundip. We'll both get out of this, okay?"

"Yeah," he shakily said, his eyes fluttering open. "I won't let anyone kill you. I'll kill everyone before they get to you."

Crying, you pressed a quick kiss to Fundy's lips. When you pulled away, he followed.

{《☆》}

You lived, but at what cost?

Their deaths was all you could think of as Fundy held you, in the middle of a bloodbath. Everyone was dead, even Billiam, who looked stronger than your fox. They were the other murderer, but now they were dead...

You laughed weakly. You couldn't go back now. Sykkuno would be heart broken and Corpse would pull away again but you've already chosen.

You chose him when you shared your special cookies and when you joked together. You chose him when you were crying and kissing. It was you and him now.

Leaving Polus, a graveyard that was still only half-functional, you leaned against Fundy and you weeped.

{《☆》}

[God, I love Fundy. Was this more for me than you? Maybe a bit. The next one should be a romantic Dream one, so that'll come out on Sunday(?)]

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❤ I Do Adore

Request by (@)CountrysideGayBoy 9n Wattpad : "Karls s/o (he/him pronouns) accidentally walks in while streaming and chat has questions. Karl introduces his s/o to chat and some members of the smp (ones that aren't as close to Karl that wouldn't know) and overall is just a huge ball if fluff because I can't do angst rn-"

[He/him]

[1000+ words]

Description: You're hungry for some pizza and chat is hungry for content. [Karl x M!Reader it's in the request]

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

"Yoooooo!" Karl yelled through the door, followed by loud giggles. You glanced over, awfully curious of what he's been doing for the last two hours. Typically you could find something to do. Sometimes even watch the streams themselves (amassing over 500k channel points), but tonight was too boring. Way too slow.

You scrolled through your phone, liking cute images of Karl (it was basically 60% of your timeline). As you scrolled your stomached grumbled lightly. Ugh, now you wanted food. Pizza maybe? You'd have to ask Karl. You texted him, not getting a response even as 10 minutes passed. Weird considering even during streams he'd respond fast. You listened to hear if maybe he was talking to someone but it was silent

You could just go ask him yourself?

Mind made up you wipe your hands off and pick up your phone before opening his door. "Karl, you hungry babe?"

Karl turns to you, eyes wide. He still has his headphones on, mid-sip of another Monster can. His obsession with those were unhealthy. Immediately he spits it all over the room mostly missing you luckily enough. "Y/N! I'm still streaming! Go you big doof!"

You reel back, slamming the door and staring at it, dumbfounded. That... wasn't great.

You sit down on the couch, setting your palms into your face and groaning.

You don't know how long it takes for Karl to calm his chat down enough to leave but you can hear his footsteps slowly padding down the hall. Looking up, he's already frowning softly.

When he notices you looking he smoothes his face into a hesitant smile. "Good news and bad news. Good news they didn't see your face, bad news is that they definitely heard you call me babe."

"I'm really sorry, Karl, I thought you ended stream," You are really genuine with your apology. Neither of you were quite ready but Karl had definitely been the more paranoid one and it made you feel guilty, even if it was an accident.

"It's okay, ya doof," He nudges your your shoulder softly. He takes a quiet but deep breath in, like he's more nervous than you were. "Okay so I know we hadn't exactly planned this but maybe... maybe you could come say hi to chat and Tubbo and Tommy. Tubbo and Tommy's who I'm streaming with now, Tubbo's the kid whose famous for his spinny boats and Tommy is the funny Cadillac video I showed you, remember?"

You light up when you realize you recognize the name. While you loved involving yourself with everything Karl loved, he did have one too many online friends for you to memorize all of them. "The bench boys! Wait no, not that. Uhm... Clingy Boys?"

Karl giggles, nodding with a warm little grin. "Close enough. You wait here while I go turn the camera off. I'm keeping your gorgeous looks all to myself."

"Oh hush," You pinch him gently as he leaves, relaxing back into the couch as he leaves. Everything was fine, nothing you couldn't fix together.

When he later guides you into his streaming room, hand linked into yours anxiously. He would definitely be pacing if you weren't tethering him to the seat. You silently squeeze it and he squeezes back.

"Hey Tubbo, where's Tommy?" Karl starts as casually as he can.

"Had to go do some chore for his mom, should be back soon." The voice was European, distinctly British, older teenager maybe.

"We'll that sucks for him, so anyway my boyfriend's here!"

"Hello Mr. Karl's boyfriend!" Tubbo said loudly, happily humming along. "Do you like nukes?"

"Okay, Tubbo, no nuke talk around Y/N," Karl cut in very quickly and you pouted slightly. Tubbo sounded so excited and you weren't interested per se but you also weren't not interested.

"Hello Bee Boy, I'd love to talk nukes." You smiled cheekily at Karl, who played up his scowl for a second before shoulder checking you gently. "But Mr Sunshine over here looks pouty so how about we just pretend to be normal."

"Awww, that's no fun," Tubbo pouted but quickly managed to rope you into agreeing to play minecraft on Karl's account. He was just in between trying to convince you to join Snowchester (a very cute name) when Tommy, a considerably louder British teenager, joined the call.

"Tubbo!" He yells, making you wince a bit. Definitely an earsore.

"What're you up to, man," He seems very extroverted and you smile a bit, he reminds you just a bit of Karl. "Oh hey Karl!"

"Hello," You take great delight in catching him off guard. You and Karl giggle as Tommy's off-guard screeching makes way through Karl's headphones. "I am Karl Jacobs, famous Twitch streamer and very handsome man."

"Shut up," He giggles quietly, trying to muffle them into your shoulder. He's probably blushing up to his ears. Honestly the cutest man alive.

"Are you Karl's boyfriend," Tommy put extra emphasis on the word strictly because it was romantic and you can hardly keep yourself from laughing. He continues just as easily,"You sound funny."

"That's rude Tommy," Tubbo cuts in and if words could, you knew his would be rolling their eyes. "Y/N has been really nice."

Tommy paused at Tubbo's words and then slowly, "Nice enough to give me Karl Merch for free?"

You can't help from laughing this time at the way he says it. You take a couple deep breathes in, trying to calm down and failing once before it works.  Karl's obviously confused but you're sure chats filling him in. "I would love to do that Tommy. Just gimme your address. Right now on stream. Where everyone can hear you."

"It's—," He stops suddenly.  A long pause, "Not a good idea to doxx myself."

"Yup," You agree easily, still smiling. "But nah, I'll see what I can do."

You and Karl take turns switching off Minecraft, keeping the stream entertained with your banter and casual flirting for another 30 minutes. Then Karl started badgering you about the pizza arriving soon (you never ordered it but apparently Karl did), and so you closed off stream, saying goodbye to the British teens with a cheerful wish to talk again, and went to have dinner.

This definitely wasn't what you were expecting from today but maybe this wasn't that bad.

{《☆》}

[And on today's episode of "Things That Could Be Written In A Day But Took Me A Month" we have a request from ages ago. I'm so sorry I'm kinda behind on requests but writers block just seems to twist between slapping me in the face and then leaving me the next second so ヽ(　￣д￣)ノ ]

[Per my request list the next post should be a 1. Pt 2 to a Fundy x reader 2. a 3rd and final part to King Eret's and you'll find out the rest as becomes relevant. Have a good day, take care of yourself. Peace,]

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Taglist: @creatorofstars

I WAS BORN IN SEPTEMBER IN ERASING SO NOW IT'S

HALLOWEEN

Fine fine I guess I'll just not finish any of the fics I'm working on and just start writing monster au fics sigh

Grim Reaper 💛

(He/Him pronouns)

(Realistic dsmp)

(1000+ words)

Description: Lady Death asks you to care for her favoured's son. Tommy is begrudgingly easy to get attached to.

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{《☆》}

"No! Please! I'm not ready-!"

"To die yet, I have so much to live for." You roll your eyes, pointing your scythe at the trembling man's neck. "I've heard it all before. I'm not here to give mercy, all threads must be cut eventually and you, mortal, are no exception."

He screams, withering in pain as you press your scythe closer and his souls separates from his body. A shadow of the man, you easily slice through them and send them to the aether.

Unequipping your scythe, you take a moment to stretch your wings before you give two strong pushes and get thrown into the air. Flapping your wings, you raise yourself above the clouds and start gliding more leisurely.

The sun shines in your eyes, casting a soft glow against the milky white clouds that cover the sky aplenty. Your raven black wings contrast sharply against the pastel colouring of day, your connection to Lady Death.

A gift, she said one day. To the son I never had.

You had devoted yourself to her that day. Now, every day of your semi-immortal life is lived to serve Death. It is a life you will never give up, willingly or unwillingly.

Y/N, she softly calls. It reverberates in your chest, and you swoop down instantly. It's a sharp fall, but you pull up barely and are through the narrow cave entrance. Find me, my child.

The portal, in all of its golden glory, stands looming above you. It only takes a second to get there, only two to be transported to Lady Death, and another to drop to a knee as she smiles gently at you.

Next to her stands another winged man. His wings are a more gentle green, with darker feathers spread throughout his secondaries. Their bucket hat, striped green and white, swivels as the man turns to look at you.

It is the man from the paintings. Philza, The Angel of Death, as his title is officially known.

You narrow your eyes, glancing up at Lady Death. She tilts her head and you take it as a cue to stand. Philza gives you a tight smile, turning back to Lady Death.

"Kristen, please. He wasn't-, Tommy shouldn't have died."

You flinch at his common use of her name. Philza really is as close to Death as the stories depict. But he is still foolish for wishing to reconnect the thread that has already been worn thin with death.

It is not your place to decide who lives and who dies. She firmly rebuffs, sympathy still etched onto her immortal features. But if this mortal truly is that important, I can have Y/N look over them.

You keep your face impasse, even if part of you wants to disagree. You do a majority of Lady Death's work so that she can focus on her husband, but she still spends so much time on building up souls. It's odd for you to even think of doing anything else.

Philza frowns, anger and understanding deep-set in his tense shoulders. He spares you a glance, accessing you most likely.

In any other scenario, you wouldn't even entertain this thought. But this mortal is special to him, and therefore to Lady Death. You will treat him only kindly.

You give Lady Death a small bow and take off towards The Land of The Dead.

{《☆》}

"OH FUCK OFF!"

You land in the centre of a gym, a small section of the Land of The Dead. It smells sweaty and emotionally repressed, so you look around for the boy who you've been assigned to watch.

The group of men, an odd group, watch you. One, in shock. They're young. Likely your charge. Another two in amusement, one wears a mask and another wears a worn trench coat. The last, a hybrid ram who eyes you with a neutral glance and goes back to their beer.

You step forward, bowing to the blond who steps back towards Trench Coat. "TommyInnit, Lady Death has assigned me as your charge."

"What the hell?" They yell, the brunet wrapping an arm around them protectively. You blink, mortals were so finicky.

"Have I upset you?" You ask, eyeing the one glaring daggers at you. "It wasn't my intention. I am merely here on behalf of Lady Death and her favoured."

They blink aggressively at you, anger seems to be their main solution. Definitely leads back to the emotional repression you had sensed a mile away. "Her favoured?"

You purse your lips, furrowing your brows at the ground. "You mortals refer to him as Philza Minecraft?"

"Dad...?" They mutter quietly. You nod along despite not understanding fully. "Would you like to go see him?"

Tommy scowled. "No."

"Okay," You pause, unsure of what to do. Handling mortals has never been your job, only collecting their souls. The others have gone about their own business, but the brunet glances at you a lot. Its uncomfortable, you want to get out of here. "Would you like to go for a flight?"

That makes them pause. They tilted their head, watching you with bright blue eyes. Then, they shrug. "Why not."

{《☆》}

You left him for an hour to help with soil collection and he gets revived.

You are done with humanity. But sadly, you've gotten attached to the tiny human who enjoys head pats and rain.

"My lady," You bow. "I know now that Tommy is alive, my mission to watch over him is done but..."

Lady Death grins. You've finally gotten attached to a human. And one of Phil's!

You frown as she giggles, giddy. She smiles gently at you when she's done. Of course you can go. I'm glad you found someone you can call a friend.

"Thank you," You rise, smiling awkwardly. Humanity is strange but now you were going to deal with it on the daily. "I will be sure to check in regularly."

It's not hard at all to hop between world. What will be difficult is finding Tommy when you arrive.

{《☆》}

[i promised this like 3 days ago lol. all men do is lie sadge... anyway i have a technoblade one next and then a platonic tubbo and ranboo one. hopefully I'll remember to post the techno one on Wednesday at 6pm bst ]

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I have to say Wildest Wills and No Friends absolutely ruined me in the best ways possible! Although I don’t expect a second part to No Friends, I’m so genuinely curious on what could happen afterwards because betrayal seems to be the only plausible option in Squid Game and I do enjoy myself some angst and romance! I think it’s so incredibly well-written and the speed of each game event flowed well enough for me to grasp at what standpoint they’re at.

I do hope you continue Wildest Wills especially! There’s so much content to work off of from where you left it and I’m just so obsessed with the concept! I liked how they met and I think following them in their journey together would be so incredible to read and see how they grow with each other. I’m such a simp for the Dream Team and Bad! I’m also such a sucker for badass readers wielding swords and kicking ass so I may be a bit biased for this specific work!

I really adore where your going with all your other writings! I haven’t read all of them yet but I’m obsessed enough to know I’ll be speedrunning them soon enough! I don’t know why but I really enjoy your portrayals and the way you depict scenes and characters! I hope you don’t mind the long comment I’m just absolutely wow’d!

So I don't think I'm going to continue No Friends but I will reveal some of my writing thoughts behind it since you're curious!

So it's based off a song with the exact same name. But uh, the nightcore version because... yup.

I had just finished Squid Game at the time and so I was like, yes this is a good idea. And then it was but it was also a lot of work and I would do it again in a heartbeat.

The "ending" I included is 100% fake. No minors were in Squid Game, though certain LManburg adults were. If i had to make an ending, I'm a sucker for angst but I also want happy endings so probably breaking your way out but then one of your sacrificing yourself to save the others.

If I had to decide a concrete ending with no "They all live" endings, Sapnap would be the winner. George would be too weak to survive too long, Dream would be taken down by Wilbur killing both of them, and Sapnap would in the end survive by killing Fundy, who had helped kill George.

So! I'm currently writing a pt 2 to Wildest Wills : Currently unnamed. Not going to spoil it! But! Expect some good old SBI ha ha :)

And omg you are so sweet!!! I really enjoy writing and I'm so glad all of you guys enjoy my writing too!!! Have a great day, you're incredible!!!

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