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Would you mind if I requested yan!Wilbur (revived c!Wilbur) with a male darling? Maybe how he'd have met him before starting to obsess over him and eventually taking him? I try to keep it sorta vague so you can use whatever creative liberty you'd like :D

(flash warning for the gif)

Darling duologue will be in pink.

(pronouns will be more pointed twords he/him, but will still be in 2nd person POV)

Triggers: obsession, aggression, stalking, threats, some gore, swearing, and yandere behavior. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy

-Wilbur-

Let's start off with the simple question, how did you two meet?

I could easily see you two bumping into each other in a village or something, and starting to talk.

You have been wanting to look for a new instrument to learn for a while now.

Just something to do when you get bored.

As you were looking around to see what materials the village offered, and what trades were the best.

You lacked the ability to be more aware of your surroundings.

And as you were backing away from a villager.

Bam!

Clank!

Thump!

You were on the ground with another man, and his belongings scattered around you.

You frantically apologized and began to pick up his items, while asking over and over again.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?! Are you hurt?!"

Normally Wilbur would have been slightly annoyed if this was the old him.

But it wasn't.

He was calmer than he used to be.

Wilbur's personality might have been a big change from pre-death compared to now.

But he hasn't changed all that much as a yandere.

I honestly feel kinda bad for you dear reader.

You should have gotten his attention when he was Ghostbur.

But oh well.

Wilbur would look at you and smile while helping you pick up his stuff and just be like.

"It's perfectly fine. Are you okay?"

He would ask while looking forward to seeing you.

His heart would skip a few beats to say the least.

Because, by god you were handsome.

~

And that was only the start of his little crush.

He would then proceed to ask you what you're doing in the village.

Once you answered his question, the two of you started to talk and bond over your mutual love for music.

The two of you exchanged contact info and then went your separate ways.

You thought he would simply be a person that you would say hello to every now and then, You poor foolish reader.

Meanwhile Wilbur couldn't get you off his mind.

You seem so perfect for him.

You have the same hobbies, the same interests, and you were wonderful to look at.

Wilbur's small little crush slowly turned into some harmless stocking.

For example, maybe accidentally, or not so accidentally, seeing you in the same town every now and then.

Just enough for it to seem like a coincidence.

But like a drug, he slowly began to get addicted.

His small little every now and then stalkings, slowly morphed into something more horrifying of him following you from your home to your errands everyday.

He took mental notes of what you liked and what you didn't like.

He got to know you without even talking to you.

He thought you would find this very impressive.

But it's days dragged into weeks, and weeks dragged into months our little Wilby grew more and more impatient.

He grew jealous of all the people that got to talk to you on the daily.

And plus he already knew everything there was to know about you.

Wilbur wasn't completely invasive.

He wouldn't stalk you through your room window.

He wanted to earn the privilege of looking at your sleeping face.

~

Now, I like to believe revived Wilbur is a very patient man.

But even he has a breaking point.

It had been a year or two since Wilbur had known you.

He slowly snaked his way into almost every aspect of your life.

You even thought of him as one of your closest friends.

That's why you'd never expect what was about to happen next.

~

You were getting yourself ready for the world of slumber as you closed your eyes, letting your body relax.

It didn't take you long to fall asleep, that's when Wilbur struck.

He snuck into your house, using the spare key in the planting pot.

He was quick and silent, making his way to your room.

And before he knew it, you were in his arms and on a horse riding back to his house.

A sickly smile coated his lips, as he placed a small kiss on the top of your forehead.

As your hair bounced with the galloping of the horse you neared Wilbur's house.

That's how Wilbur would kidnap you, but what would it be like?

~

Well it would be something like this:

At first you would be kept in your own room, with plenty of things to do.

Wilbur would do his best to try and keep you company.

He would talk to you through the door.

He would give water and three meals a day.

And if you were really good! He would make whatever food you wanted and give you your desired beverage.

After a while if you have been good, then you would be allowed to wander around the house, but Wilbur would be close behind watching carefully.

Wilbur would never make you do things you're not comfortable with.

~

But Madden, what if I'm a little shit and a bad darling?

Well…punishments look something like this.

~

It's kinda a scale:

1-7

1: is when you are complaining and getting on Wilby's nerves just a little.

Punishment: he will just ignore you for a while.

~

2: You are being too loud or disruptive for Wilbur's taste.

Punishment: taking away one of your entertainment options.

~

3-5: your throwing fits. How bad the fit is depends on the punishment. (Ex. 3: a small crying and stomping tantrum. 5: throwing things like pillows around and screaming at the top of your lungs.)

Punishment: taking away a good amount of your entertainment items, and locking you in your room for a few hours.

~

6: Getting out of hand, You're yelling, screaming and threatening Wilbur, along with too much cussing.

Punishment: he takes away all entertainment items, and locks you in your room not talking to you.

~

7: You are full-blown fighting out against Wilbur. You're screaming, throwing stuff like vases and small chairs, You're hitting him, swearing. In short you're out of control.

Punishment: he locks you in a small room with nothing. And likely makes you wear things like shorts and tank tops so you get cold. He doesn't give you any water food until you're banging on the door and crying for forgiveness.

It's cruel and he doesn't like it, but if it makes you behave.

~

In short: I wouldn't say Wilbur is too bad of a yandere, but I would be careful.

Word count: 1078

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Thanks for reading!

(Not a request)

(I will also be using this "form" of technoblade in this fic) (btw this isn't my art, the original artist is here @ArtLinxi)

~<{-Technoblade-}>~

Taming God

'Life up in the heavens was, for the most part, perfect. It's something that mortals don't even have the brain power to imagine. It looks like whatever you want up here. If you like it raining, it shall rain. Snowing, it shall snow. It is like this for everyone in the heavens. The heavens are a place only the gods may travel to and from. No mortal greedy hands may even graze the silk clouds. They may only look at it with hopeful and envious eyes. Even when the mortals were first made, they tried their damn best to reach the holy deity of nature. Some tried to fool them, and say they were trying to thank them.

The Deity of nature is no fool. As punishment the holy being made the animals mute, and put boundaries so the flying mortals could not reach her.'

His eyes looked at the words, as he read in a low whisper. He had practically already memorized this book with the amount of times he had read it. The piglin hybrid closed the worn out book with a small 'pat' coming from the book as it's hard cover closed. He set it down, his ears twitching in the direction of the crackles from the fire. It's warm light reflected onto his paleish skin.

A long exhausted sigh left the pink haired man's lips, as he leaned back into the deep red soft chair. To him it was his humble throne, a place where you can watch the world fall apart and rebuild itself again. Or and that's what he liked to believe. On days when he was snowed in like he had been for the past few days, he always picked up that one book. The book that described the rise in the fall of every creature on this world. It describes the deity of nature, and how cruel but kind they could be. One quote had always stuck out to the Piglin mix. The quote read, "The nature deity is kind, but never fair."The quotes stood out like a dandelion in the garden. It's words spoke so true, but he just kept reading the book to read over that line just one more time. Oh how he wished he would one day be able to meet the fine Deity that was described in the book. The book would describe how soft their hair was, how no fine silks could even compare. It described how gentle their touch was. It's said that the bird's feathers compared to their touch felt like a rock. The books spoke of how delicate their voice was, in sirens of the seas could only wish to mock their tone. The book's words described how the deity's eyes could pierce one soul, but make an entire universe's knees weak with just a wink.

But as the hours passed as the man kept reading the book, the snow began to clear. And he was able to go outside once again. He did have some errands to run, so he suited himself up with the finest armor that he had. And went out on his journey.

The piglin hybrid had traversed through many different biomes through his days, but this one was different…

He has come across it while emerging from a nether portal, and has expected the normal grassy valley that was so we'll known. But instead he was met with a forest full of every different kind of tree. Green grass littered the ground, with flowers of all kinds spreading their places on the ground. There was a slight breeze blowing leaves on the trees. Letting the small thimble of leaves echo through the forest. As the anarchist hunter cautious, yet curiously began to explore this new found terrain. His eyes wandered every inch of the world. His ears picked up the sound of a nearby river, and his nose overwhelmed with all the floral smells. As his booted feet took delicate steps, his royal looking red cape dragged on the ground slightly. He was uninterrupted, as he kept walking through the forest. Until his ears twitched, picking up the soft humming of a different being. His eyes directed themselves into the direction of the noises, as he unsheathed his sword. He made careful and slow movements to the sound. It seemed whenever the humming began, a small breeze picked up. As the pink haired hybrid came upon the sound, his eyes grew wide. Staying hidden behind the trees he stared at you.

You were just how they describe in the book, but so much better! Your

hair was slightly messy, in a cute way, it was decorated with flowers and flower crowns. You had multiple horns atop your head. One pair was on the middle of your head, of which resembled an elk's. They stood tall, but intertwined with the air and separated in every other direction. Vines of lavender had climbed themselves up and onto these horns. While sitting on the side of your head were ram like horns, that twisted in what seemed like a never-ending spiral. Various different rings decorated these. The last set of horns resembled a backwards L-shape. With the pointed end connected to your head. These horns wore small flower crowns at the base. The garments that you wore were loose and flowy, stopping just above your knees, the sleeves seemed to represent wings. The colors of your clothing were indescribable. You sat on the ground, in a patch of grass, as your fingers delicately plucked the strings of the harp. Humming along to the tone.

The piglin found himself, slowly walking closer, but with his lack of focus he carelessly moved his foot right in front of a root that decided today would be a great day to stick out of the ground. And just as every other living being with legs trips, so does the blood god. The man fell face forward, with a pokey bush to help cushion his fall!

The sudden noise caused you to jump up, and back away, ready to use your godly abilities to scare away any danger. A groan left the bush where the piglin landed. You frowned your brows, and your goat-like ears on the side of your head twitched.

"Who goes there?" You ask firmly, "Friend or foe? I demand, as the ruler of this great land you show yourself!"

The man in the bushes, heart skipped many beats. You were so firm with your orders.. The piglin was quick to stand, with his hands raised and walked out from the shadows.

"My name is Technoblade," he said, walking forward enough for you to see him. "I am a friend…"

You stood tall, despite your size difference, (him being taller/slightly taller depending on your height).

"What is your business here?" You demand.

This caught Technoblade off guard. But how could anyone be on guard in this place? It was wonderful, and if the garden of Eden was real this place would put it to shame. Technoblade stuttered, trying to find an answer. His mind seemed to completely stop in time, his throat closed up and his palms grew sweaty. He cleared his throat, and in return you grew impatient.

"Well? Answer my question!"

"I-i was wandering around and came across this place-" he tried to explain, but was quickly interrupted by the tirade that was you.

"How did you get in here?"

"What magic did you use to find me?"

"Are you here to cause harm?"

"Did a witch put you up to this?"

"Did you come here to harm my children of the world?"

"Did one of the other gods put you up to this?"

"Why are you here?"

"Why did you come to me?"

"Who told you about this place?"

You spoke with a raised voice, keeping your firm tone.

Technoblade stumbled over his words trying to answer your abundance of questions. Though the more you inquired Techno, he noticed the sky greyed with the incoming rain clouds.

"Hey! Hello?" You waved your hands in the air to get his attention.

Your tries succeeded, as his eyes went from the sky back into you. But instead of answering your question, to your displeasure, he gave you a confused hum. You glared at him, getting a better look at the man standing in front of you. He stood at about 6'2-6'3. He had ear's similar to yours, where they stuck out from the side of your head. His ears wore beautiful gold earrings of varying styles. He wore a crown, and a loose white dress shirt. His hair looked soft, and was a light color of pink. He had styled it in a loose half up half down. But the thing that stuck out most to you, was his red kings cape, it was beautiful. In other words...he was handsome. You were quickly knocked from your thoughts when the man named Technoblade began to talk.

"Well, I got here through a nether portal. I thought this place was odd, so I began to walk around. That's when I heardyour humming, and was curious. I may assure you oh great deity; I had no ill intentions." He tried to reassure you.

You didn't let your guard down, but you did lower your shoulders slightly.

"...So you need help getting out of here?"

"Yes." Technoblade nodded, his hair bouncing slightly with his nod.

You sighed, as you began to walk closer to Technoblade, you earned the reaction of him backing away slightly. In return you raised a brow and laughed like a child.

"What are you scared?" You teased.

You only earned a huff from the piglin like man. With the roll of your eyes, the two of you were off to find the nether portal Technoblade had entered through.

You had barely started the small search, and it was already agonizingly quiet. The only sound that filled the large space between you two was the crunching of sticks and leaves under your feet. Not even the bird's tweets were loud enough.

"So...um... Technoblade right?" You said, making a weak attempt to try and start a conversation.

"Yes." He answered bluntly.

You only nodded in response. As the time flowed by, you kept count of every single minute. You flipped your head back in annoyance, this made Technoblade tilt his head in confusion.

"How long did you walk?" You complained.

Technoblade shrugged slightly, "I'm not sure, I got lost…"

You mumbled a complaint under your breath. You weren't normally like this, it's just that he interrupted your harp time! You would be fine, any other time. You had stopped in your tracks, have had enough of this mindless wondering. You placed your hand onto a tree, letting the rough texture of the bark rub against your soft palms. You lifted your head with a small slant, allowing more smells to flood into your nose. And your ears twitched slightly forward allowing sounds to crowd within your hearing.

As the smell of rotting flesh, and a misty ghost cry hit your hearing and smell you immediately knew where the portal was. You took off running, catching Technoblade off guard he kept to hurry after you.

You two had been running for less than two minutes before you reached the portal. But unlike you normally would, you wanted to walk this Technoblade back to his residents completely. You have no idea what caused this feeling, maybe it was because the silence that you two shared, it wasn't uncomfortable. Silence was oddly satisfying, and filling of the heart. The feeling reminded you of when you were young and just finished a huge feast. I would leave you with this aching stomach, but you had no regrets because it was delicious. The warm food going down your throat was comforting. You straightened out your shoulders before speaking.

"I wish to walk you fully back to your home, to make sure you get there safely."

Technoblade was a bit taken aback, but he walked over to you and stood at your side. A slight expression of worry coated his face.

"Are you sure you'll be okay in the nether?" He asked with a thread of concern lacing his words. He only earned a nod in response.

As the two of you continued your journey to his home in the tundra, you began to open up slightly. You learned about his anarchist views, and how he has a slight constant want for violence and chaos. This confused you ever so slightly, it reminded you of the war God. But as he opened up like a chest bearing treasures that you could never have imagined, he kept trying to pry your lock to open yours. He was so willing to tell you about his life, well most of it anyways. He wasn't going around telling people about the voices all willy-nilly.

But the constant prying at the lock of your chest finally broke, it shattered across the ground like a vase as if a child would break it. The blade had finally gotten you to open up. To tell him about your life is a deity. What it's like taking care of nature, your views on humans and other creatures that build towns and fires. He asked you many questions, like,

"Why did you make natural disasters a thing?"

"How come so many things die? Do you enjoy causing that much chaos?"

"How come you made this creature this way?"

"Do you ever regret any of your creations?"

"Describe the heavens to me, won't you?"

"Where do us mortals go when we die?"

He bombarded you with these questions as you had bombarded him earlier. Was this revenge? But with each question that he asks, You only gave a vague answer and response. But as the two of you kept walking slowly with your journey, The shadows grew closer connecting slowly. The moon rose and the sun fell, night had come.

Technoblade's guard was immediately up. You may be a deity but these dumb monsters do not know their God. You were touched by his sudden protective side.

It wasn't long before you came upon his home. If you were being honest you were quite impressed. Techno offered you inside to have a cup of tea as a thanks. Of course you accepted.

~

You sat on the plush red chair, it was quite comfy. It cradled all the right points in your back, It was certainly a good chair. As you looked around you noticed that the walls were full of bookshelves. You decided to bring it up in conversation.

"So you're a big reader, huh?" You inquire informally.

"I guess you could say that, I only really do when I'm not outside or causing trouble somewhere else. Being an outlaw I can only do so many things. Reading was luckily one of those things. Anyways the tea will be ready soon." He ends off his explanation by informing you the time of your beverage will come soon.

As the time came for the tea kettle to let out it's a quite annoying screech. Your warm beverage was soon in your hand. The fresh smoke raised from the top of the cup.

A small puff of cool air from your lips, attempted to rid the drink of some of its heat. This of course was going to take more than one attempt. So instead of looking like a dying puff of fish you decide to just let it cool on its own. But when the drink is ready, your lips touch the warm cup. As you tilted it at a slant so the liquid would fall into your mouth. The warm tea made contact with your taste buds, causing a concert of flavors to run through your mouth and down your throat. The taste of lavender and honey invaded your mouth. And a content size left your lips.

"It tastes wonderful." You comment, earning but a slight knowledge from the piglin.

But the more you drink the delicious sweet tea, the lighter your head grows. Your eyelids grow heavy as if it felt like they were holding weights. A small yawn leaves you, as you quickly find yourself ascending into the world of dream. Your mind letting it state fall into the warm grasp and cuddly hold of sleep. The piglig stood by and watched, with a sickly smile painting his face.

He finally had you. The Great nature deity that they had described in the book so many times. You were his. His god. His savory, he finally had in his grasp. You were so much better than described. Your fiery personality was so much more than written down. Your beauty surpassed expectations. You were perfect for him. He had been watching you for a while. It wasn't his first time in that forest. He just played dumb so you would hopefully help him. He had always watched from a distance, watching you hum and dance around. It was a beautiful sight to see you act like that, thinking that you knew no one was around.

That book was the only thing that kept this man sane, until he could get his greedy hands onto you.

They said it was impossible. Just imaginary, to even speak to a god. Let alone kidnap you. Yet here you were, asleep and at his mercy. You truly were so naive. Now you might be questioning, how is he going to keep you locked away? Simple. He won't. He'll put you back into your little forest, but make sure he will be the only one that is able to enter and exit at will. He can't risk you getting away, or other people getting curious.

Technoblade may be a sweetheart, but he is not dumb. You are his, and you need to learn that. But it is okay, if that might take a while. He has all the time in the world for you.

~

As you awoke you found yourself on the same patch of grass that you had once sat on. You continued on about your deity life completely unaware of the

spell that he had you under. You were completely naive of your captivity, until you try to leave. It doesn't matter how hard you fight. It doesn't matter how much you believe. It doesn't matter how much faith you have. It doesn't matter how determined you are. It doesn't matter how hard-headed you've become. You will have to come to terms with the fact that you are trapped in your own home. And once you figure this out. You will realize that a mortal. A feeble mortal. A speck of dirt compared to you. A small grain of sand and times huge hourglass. A simple mortal that wants nothing but chaos.

A mortal has tamed a god.

Word count: 3,158

Hi! Can I ask for what would blob dream do if the reader have a pet that they constantly pay attention to (needs such as plays, food, affection, etc) how would he felt?

Ah yes. My oh so popular blob dream content. Of course I love this ask and loved writing it!

Triggers: jealousy, possessive behavior, blob dream trying to scare pet, mild yandere like behavior.

...Blob Dream...

I am going to make the pet a dog, only because I feel like a rodent really wouldn't bother him, a cat would be completely indifferent, and a fish wouldn't make a difference

And we'll call the dog Minxy.

When you first brought the dog home, Blob thought you were just pet sitting.

Until you sat down with Blob and explained to him that you had a new member of your family.

He was not happy.

In side dream blob's head:

"Hold on! Hold on! Who the hell is this?!"

"(Name)!"

"(Name)?! Why did you bring this thing into our house! This isn't okay!"

Blob squeaked and huffed around in a small circle, telling you all about his complaints.

"Come on Dream.. don't be like that. Minxy will be your company while I'm away at (work/school)."

You tried to reason with your little squishy friend.

But he was having none of this.

Why do you need another member of the family?

Were you not happy with Blob?

What did he need to do to make you more happy?

Least to say, Blob didn't take kindly to his new sibling at first.

AT FIRST!

~

But soon the next day you had to leave for work.

Blob was still in a salty mood.

He didn't even cuddle with you last night.

To make him even more sour, the dog cuddled with you last night instead of him!

You couldn't find Blob the next morning before you left, so he didn't get his normal goodbye kiss.

You were actually a bit worried, but you couldn't be late to work.

So once you left, Blob came out of hiding and went to give Minxy a piece of his mind!

That was before he was greeted with a wagging tail and wet tongue.

He went to walk up to the dog, but instead of showing aggression (like he expected) Minxy licked him.

Blob was stunned in shock for a moment.

Why did this beast lick him?

Didn't it share the same mutual feeling of hatred towards him?

Minxy laid down to sniff Blob, and licked the small white creature again.

Blob felt his heart ache…(or something like that...if he even has a heart).

It wasn't long before Blob tried playing with his new companion.

He would waddle and hop around the house as Minxy trotted after him.

They attempted to play tug of war, but Blob was just flung everywhere.

They also played an exciting game of hide and seek!

Blob was having a blast!

He was having so much fun, the hours seemed to fly by.

But… It was about 10 minutes before you got home, and Minxy started to do the oddest thing to Blob.

Minxy began to sing...but very terribly.

But it was also lovely to hear, in other words.

Minxy was howling, and so Blob decided to join.

~

Least to say, when you came home and to your door, it sounded like a dog and squeaky toy were being killed.

Once you unlocked the door, they both stopped.

Your eyes lit up once you saw Blob.

You scooped him up into your arms, and hugged him close.

He was also happy.

~

Later that night, all three of you cuddled in bed.

Blob was on your shoulder, and Minxy was on your side.

And this is how every day would be.

When you come home, you would be greeted with a dying dog and squeaky toy, and it was great.

Of course Blob would still be jealous every now and then.

But that's easily fixable with just you carrying him around.

~

In short: Blob won't be for the idea at all in the beginning. And depending on the pet and how they act, it could take little Blob a lot longer to get used to the pet. So I would recommend talking to blob before you get a pet. And reassure Blob that he is still going to be loved and you will still give him your attention.

Word count: 670

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Thanks for reading!