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Do you think all dream smp gods viewed their obsession as inferior, and this is the case even for god dream, which treat his obsession the nicest out of all of them?

In a way yes? This is a bit for a complicated answer.

The DSMP gods know they are powerful, They know they could wipe out the world if they wanted to. So do not be fooled to think that they do not know their own power. Really it is just a matter of pride. It is the matter of how the god wants to make their little mortal feel.

In God! Dream's case, he has no malicious intent. His intent is the equivalent of a child being curious about an insect. You caught his attention because of your strange behavior. He may have had a part in creating humans, but he is still with them and their behaviors. He is did with the idea that humans have wants, and he wants to figure out your wants. He wants to find the reasoning behind your desires.

While if we take God!Tech into consideration, he does not care about your wants. He wants his darling to fear him. You got his attention because of your naive nature. Techno wanted to corrupt you and make you feel/see the cruel reality. He sees humans as, but a mere source of entertainment. He loves it when humans turn on their own kind. To Techno, you are less of a tool and more of a toy.

So in the end, it all just comes down to the god's pride. Like Dream, he doesn't care about his pride and wants to fulfill his curiosities. While Techno has a reputation to hold up, so his pride won't let him have you see him as any less than a god.

Make sense?

Hi, I was wondering if I could request for the yandere god!techno headcanons where reader ‘escapes’ but in actuality they ran off to try and get a gift for techno, or knows techno will chase them so they’re waiting for him somewhere with said gift. I wonder how he’d react!

Triggers: Obsessive behavior, possessive behaviors, mention of physical violence, mention of punishment, mention of mass death, mention of being kidnapped, unhealthy relationships, toxic relationship, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy.

God!Techno

Okay...he's not gonna be happy.

Just putting that out there now.

My guy, he's gonna be pissed.

Techno will most likely punish you multiple times to go along with your multiple escape attempts.

He's also highly likely to trap you away so you can't keep trying to escape.

Basically, I'm trying to say it would be impossible to escape Techno.

But…

Let's say you do.

Let's say you somehow escape this beast of a man.

I do wish you good luck.

~

Alright, by some blessed prayer you escaped.

You better fucking run and be quick with that little gift of yours.

Hopefully you've already planned out your gift for him.

And hope you don't care too much about the place that gift is from.

Because you're not gonna have much time to wander around like some little duck.

This is grab and go hoe.

And that place you're getting the gift from is likely going to be demolished within a few hours.

That is saying if he doesn't find you by then.

You better start running when you grab that gift.

I would recommend hiding until Techno has thrown his little tantrum.

This is both to keep you from getting hurt even more and a good sign of submission.

To Techno, you coming out of hiding once he's done being angry, means you accept your fate and will come with him.

~

Right...so you've got your gift and you're waiting for him to notice you.

And once he does, don't expect him to be nice.

At all..

Techno is gonna glare at you harder than when you glare at the coffee table when you stub your toe.

He's gonna be so angry you'll be able to smell his rage.

And I mean it.

That half piglin side is gonna have him more hot headed then the nether.

You'll be able to smell the burning.

Not only that, but the pure aura of power is suffocating.

Hope you don't mind having a heavy chest!

Techno will grab you by your neck with a bone breaking grip.

Now I would recommend you give that gift.

It'll put him in shock.

This will hopefully save you from a beating.

Techno will just stare at the gift with a blank expression for a LONG time.

Techno.Ex has stopped working.

Seriously, he's just processing this.

Why would YOU, his captive...get him a gift?

Are you more screwed up than him?

Maybe.

Maybe, dearest reader.

~

After Techno finally reboots, he won't say anything.

He'll just throw you over this shoulder and bring you back to the heavens.

Now, don't think you are clear from punishment.

Techno will just be slightly more gentle.

Instead of slapping you across the room into the wall.

He'll just talk down to you, and give you a very harsh lecture.

Hey, at least you won't be sore. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Though... something odd..will happen.

After you are broken down into tears. Techno will kneel down to your height, and hug you?

Yeah, surprised, same.

Techno will hold you in a tight embrace, won't say anything for a while.

But eventually he will speak to you.

"Thank you."

That's it.

~

Now let's talk about what kind of gift to give him.

Gold.

Or something shiny.

This man's got one hell of a pride and ego.

Techno would love anything that shows he's a king.

Whether this be a big crown or a king's cape. (You know, the one with red cloth and white fur).

Though, a gold chain necklace/rings as well.

~

In short: Really, it's better for you to just ask Techno to take you to town. Like... asking isn't that hard...

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Can we get Techno with a darling that talk in their native language when they’re scared?

Sorry if it's short :/

Triggers: obsessive behaviors, intentionally causing destress/fear, mention of psychological torture, unhealthy relationships, toxic relationship, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy.

Technoblade

Techno absolutely loves this.

He already is very interested in your native culture.

So when he hears you speak in your native language he is infatuated.

Techno will also try his best to learn your native language.

~

But, back on topic.

It does not take Techno long to pick up on this little habit of yours.

He notices it almost immediately actually.

So when he hears' you start to speak in your native language, he comes running if he is not the cause of your fear.

What dare scare his dearest?

Are you hurt?

What happened?!

Techno has a billion possibilities running through his head.

The voices don't help either.

They simply fill his fear by giving him more terrifying ideas.

~

That is how he'll react if he is the one NOT CAUSING your fear…

But it is a whole different story if he is the one CAUSING your fear.

I do pray for you if he is the one causing your fear.

Usually you speak in your native language when you're even the slightest bit scared.

Whether it be a jump scare and you screaming a curse word.

Or when you're nervous and spout out mumbles of your native language.

And every mumble will fill Techno with a sick satisfaction.

But Techno isn't the only thing that has noticed your little habit.

The voices have as well.

And by gods do they find it entertaining to scare you, just to hear you stumble over yourself in your native tongue.

As a matter of fact the voices go out of their way to scare you.

As much as Techno hates hurting you, there will also be a little part of him that enjoys it.

A little part of him that loves hearing your heart rate pick up.

~

In short: It's best to occupy him with teaching him your native language...or keeping this little habit of yours under control...

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Hi Hi! I have a small request!

What about XD or God! Dream ( which ever you’d like ) with a darling who’s a Albino Enderman?

( Also! Can I be 🦢 or 🦝 Anon? Love your works btw!<3 )

Of course! Welcome to the chat 🦢 anon!

Triggers: Obsessive behavior, possessive behaviors, mention of kidnapping, mention of mental torture, mention of emotional torture, mention a physical torture, heavy manipulation, unhealthy relationships, toxic relationship, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

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DreamXD

Ah...haha..oh boy.

Alright...his first thought?

"Wait- you exist?"

No, I'm not joking…

The maker of your world really thought that…

The being that created every mob, one by one really asked that…

Sometimes he really amazes me.

Honestly, his reaction is all I need to tell you.

He was surprised that your kind even existed.

XD knew of endermen... but a white one?

Now that was odd.

~

XD will be very curious about you and want to ask you many, many questions.

And he is going to get those answers whether you like it or not.

XD, wants answers.

He needs to know everything about you, both to satisfy his curiosity and to save his ego.

Do you know what people would do if that found out god didn't even know one of his own creations existed?

Of course he's not going to memorize every species of cat, but he can at least name a few dozen.

But if people found out he didn't know such a beautiful phenomenon even existed he would be mocked.

Not only by the mortals, but the other gods also.

He would just be a running joke between the other gods.

He would be mocked by those below him!

He would be mocked by the god of War, Technoblade.

And that is the last thing XD wants.

So in other words, you're not escaping his questions.

~

But your relationship...if that's even what you can call it…

Your "relationship" with XD isn't all questions and answers.

He also does find you beautiful, whether you have a human form or not.

He finds you mysterious and fun.

One thing to note about XD.

He likes a good mystery.

After all, it can get boring being an all knowing being.

Of course, the mystery will have to stay underwraps…

We can't risk any mockery.

~

Though, unfortunately, XD is still XD…

So he is a cruel bastard now isn't he…

And must I remind you?

You are an endermen...so while you are strong, you do have weaknesses..

And XD will exploit these weaknesses beyond any extent you have ever thought of.

Like he'll make you hold eye contact with him, whether you like it or not.

He sees eye contact as the only proper way to communicate with somebody.

So... hopefully you are good at adapting to such things.

He doesn't care if you're uncomfortable with eye contact.

No matter how much you growl, or bear your teeth, he won't care.

You and him both know that you can't and won't do anything to harm him.

You physically can't hurt him, and you don't want to test him.

And if you do test him, he'll punish you.

~

Punishments can range from common ones to specialized ones.

Common ones may include isolation, verbally attacking you, physically hurting you (morphing your body into agonizing positions), and mental torture.

But his specialized punishments are his favorite.

One of his specialized punishments is sitting a block of dirt down surrounded by water.

No land is near for you to teleport to, you're stuck there for gods only know how long.

And you'll be stuck there until you are begging for forgiveness.

Then once you're back in the heavens, you'll be crying in his arms and clinging to him.

~

In short: It's best to avoid XD if you are such a special creature. Avoid grabbing his attention at all costs...good luck..

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Ok but like wilbur with a darling that escapes on stream? Like what would he do? Headcanons please also your writings amazing <3

<3 aw! Thank you dearest anon!

Triggers: obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, mentioned being kidnapped, mention of punishment, escape attempts, unhealthy relationship, toxic relationship, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

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Wilbur

It was mid-stream.

Everything was going just fine.

You were quiet for once, and not trying to get the attention of his viewers.

For once you weren't trying to call for help by yelling to raise some concern within Wilbur's chat.

It was nice, and he was proud of you.

But..it did take a few punishments to get you to behave this well.

Wilbur also gave you a firm warning before his stream started.

"I don't want to here a fucking peep from you during my stream. And if you're good, we'll be able to do something nice..k?"

Those were his words, and you'd be a fool not to heed them.

But, alas..you are that fool...well sort of.

~

You had planned this a while ago.

To escape this hell hole during a stream.

It is when Wilbur is most valuable.

He won't expect you to make such a stupid move.

You wouldn't have the balls.

Or that's what he expected, little did he know you had a big ass pair of dumb balls.

Wilbur wouldn't want to make a big scene on his stream.

That would raise suspicion around him and he couldn't risk people finding out that he had kidnapped somebody.

You knew for certain he didn't want to risk that.

And plus, you be real quiet while you escape and end up following his last request.

So…

That was it, the plan was set.

~

You watched quietly and intently as Wilbur left you in the bedroom and locked the door behind him.

You placed your ear against the wall to hear him in the next room set up his stream.

Your plan was to wait until he was about halfway into a stream, that's most likely when he would have the most viewers.

So if anything bad did happen, it wouldn't go without consequence on his part.

And you stayed like that.

Ear against the cold wall listening intently.

Every now and then you glanced up at the clock on the wall, 30 minutes, 45 minutes, 1 hour.

That's how long you waited.

You've learned from your other escape attempts that if you want to escape successfully you need patience.

A few minutes after an hour, you stood up and walked over to the door.

You were quiet when you checked the door to see if it was locked.

It was...lucky for you, you had a paperclip and a bobby pin.

You had practice lock picking before you were kidnapped…

Why?

Because you were bored and had nothing better to do with your time.

So you were fast to pick the door's lock.

When you heard the familiar clip of the door unlocking, you knew that was your cue.

You quickly got down and looked into the hallway.

Clear.

As you walked past Wilbur's office door you could hear him.

Hear his sickly fake tone.

Hear how cheery it was and how much of a facade he put on.

It made you want to throw up.

But nevertheless, you continued.

You were quick to crawl to the front door, and you were met with a keypad…

A small pad with a series of numbers...you thought for a moment and put in your birthday date.

Wrong. The keypad's numbers flashed read a few times.

Okay...you put in his birthday date.

Wrong... again flashing…

Alright...deep breath..

Your heart was beginning to pick up pace at this point.

Third time's the charm...you put in your "anniversary" date…

Wrong…

Except this time instead of blinking just red, an alarm went off.

Allowed siren sounds filled the house.

You were fucked.

And you knew it.

Your heart sunk far past your stomach.

That is when Wilbur's laughing stopped, and you heard him over the alarm.

"Oh- hold on guys..my new security system has been acting up lately..let me go take care of it…"

At that point you knew Wilbur turned his camera off and muted his mic.

~

Next thing you knew, all you could see was Wilbur glaring down at you before black enveloped your vision.

And after Wilbur finished his stream, he woke you up.

I'll keep things short and say it was a pretty bad punishment….

~

In short: I wouldn't try your luck with this one dear Reader...

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Ok, I'm going to bite and ask what would happen to the dear reader if they break god!Dream's trust?

I got you guys! And your wish is my command 🌺 anon!

Triggers: mention of unhealthy relationship, extreme violence described in detail, tearing apart of the body, heartbreak, extreme cruelty mentioned, Gore, manipulation, trickery, obsessive behavior, HEAVY GORE, possessive behavior, and yandere like behavior. PLEASE BE CAREFUL WHEN READING!

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God!Dream

Wow...like really...wow…

How did you do it?

How did you take one of the most gentle creatures and break him?

You must have done something really fucked up.

And you did.

~

GD had given you everything…

Materials to build with.

Animals to play with.

Worlds to explore.

Pencils to mark with.

Pray to hunt.

Music to dance to.

Instruments to play.

And everything else in between.

But most importantly...his heart, for you to love.

He gave you all of the affection you could ever want.

He was at your beckoning call.

Hell, he would have bowed to you if you asked.

…

But you didn't want that.

No.

You HAD to be selfish and go on to betray him.

You weren't nice about it either.

You TRICKED him…

You played with his heart and made him feel like you loved him.

You leaned in closer to him when he held you.

You held his hand, made him flower crowns, cooked him your strange human food, and even said you LOVED him.

And he believed you.

Why wouldn't he?

He gave you all of these things and you were finally returning the favors.

It was beautiful.

It was like all of this hard work had finally paid off into creating the most perfect relationship he could ever imagine.

…

But you...had other plans.

~

It was a rather cold night.

You had just finished building the cabin and invited GD to sleep with you that night.

Sleep with you in the same room. In the same bed.

He swears his heart could have skipped a thousand beats... If he had an actual physical heart…

But that didn't matter.

It was late in the night when you acted.

You wormed out of GD's loose grip, and slipped on some shoes.

You then grabbed a pre packed bag, slipped on your shoes and bolted.

You ran as fast as you've ever ran in your life.

And if for being honest here it took GD a little while to realize that you had left.

It first noticed your absence in the bed and got up to go see if you had to use the restroom or something alike.

But when he couldn't find you in the house he began to worry.

So then he searched the surrounding forest and woodland area.

Nothing.

He had been denying it this entire time, but he finally had to face the reality.

You had left him.

You to run away.

You… had tricked him…

And that would be your last time doing so.

~

After he realizes that you're gone, It won't take him long at all to find you.

And when he does you're fucked.

He'll use his godly telekinesis powers to make you trip and stumble for a while.

And when you do finally get on your butt, and aren't dizzy you'll see one hell of a sight.

You'll see his face.

His tear stained cheeks and red eyes.

Those tears are still flowing from his eyes.

But most horrifying of all you'll see his frown.

That's the first time you will ever see him frown.

And the last time you will ever see him frown.

GD, will not be pleasant.

And don't think you can get out of this.

He will make you feel the pain he is feeling.

It'll start by throwing you around like you're some doll.

Making sure you hit trees, rocks, sharp stones, and etc.

And once some of your bones are broken and you have cuts all over and begin to break every single bone in your body.

He'll make sure you stay alive for that.

GD, will make sure that you hear every crack of your bone and every snap of your muscle.

And once you are unable to move, he won't stop there.

He will keep tearing you apart until you are nothing, but a sobbing face and beating heart.

And after that.

He'll slowly tear your heart out, and make sure not to damage it.

He'll then put it in a jar to preserve it, and put it on a shelf.

~

He won't be the same after that.

He'll become cruel and monstrous.

And because he becomes so ashamed of himself He will put on a mask.

And on that mask will be engraved an XD.

~

In short: If you don't understand it, read it again…

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Hi, if you are ranking all DSMP gods based on the likelihood of breaking their obsession, then what would you ranking is going to be? (From most likely to least likely?)

Hahaha...oh boy...

P.s. these are gonna be short.

Triggers: mention of being broken, manipulative behavior, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, mention of abuse(?), Unhealthy relationship, toxic relationship, forced relationship, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading.

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Most: God!Techno

He could care less about what his darling wants. It's what he wants. He could care less if he breaks you, He can always fix you anyway. After all he is a God. If anything he's most likely to break you on purpose just to fix you. And see your teary face when you are fixed. You're not getting away from him. No way in hell.

Semi:God!Schlatt

Breaking you isn't exactly one of his goals, But if it means you behave better hell yeah. He's less likely to fix you though. He doesn't see you as a person or living thing, he sees you as a doll. Something that he can show off, and all you need to do is just sit there and look pretty. And if that means having you broken mentally and emotionally so be it.

Semi 2: God!Wilbur

He'd prefer that you're not broken... Like a lot. He wants you to actually have reactions, and be emotional. Even if you are a normally laid back person. He wants to be able to laugh and cry with you and have emotional bonding with you. So if you do ever get broken he's going to do everything in his power to make sure you're fixed.

Least: God!Dream

No way! He would never try to break you. Even just imagining it makes him shutter. All he cares about is you and what you want. He's the complete opposite of Technoblade. If you were ever broken he would blame himself and fix you but never forgive himself. He's going to make sure you can live the happiest life possible. And he'll give you everything you want.

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Oh could you do headcanons about platonic yandere god!dream with a child reader?

Of course!

Triggers: mention of mass death, safe for everyone to read! Mostly just fluff.

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God!Dream

Oh my god!

It's going to be the most wholesome thing you have ever seen!

Okay- How did you two meet?

Well, you were fairly young (6-8 years old).

And your village had been destroyed by the God of war, Technoblade.

You were the only survivor of your people, you were barely surviving in a ruggedy old shack you can barely call a house.

But one day things took a turn for the best.

One day a beautiful deity came down from the skies and landed in the middle of the rebel that used to be your hometown.

He stepped gently on the ground and looked around with a frown on his face.

Sorrows painted his entire being.

You peeked out from behind one of the few semi-standing walls, and that's when he saw you.

He spoke with a soft tone.

"Little one? Are you lost? Where is your family? What happened?"

So many questions and so little time to process it all.

While it did take you a good 15 minutes to answer his first four questions, you somehow ended up walking away from your old home holding hands with this deity that calls himself Dream.

~

Life with GD is the best thing ever.

It's like living with the fun older sibling.

GD has never raised a child before, let alone be left alone with one for more than a few moments.

So everything was new.

For both of you.

So what better way than to explore life together?

GD will teach you everything he knows, and trust me, it's a lot.

He will take you to the most wondrous of places, and show you new creatures of the Earth that you have never seen before.

GD will also teach you his ways of life.

That peace and a gentle soul are the best ways to live.

Any questions you ask, he will answer.

Though, while GD isn't the best experience with children He has no shame in asking for help.

That's when the friendly neighborhood god of death Philza comes in!

He'll help GD with everything GD doesn't know how to do.

Yay reader!

You get a new god friend!

~

GD will also want to learn from you.

Teach him all the things your parents taught you.

Tell him the stories you remember.

Tell him about you, your life, your likes, your dislikes, and everything else in between.

GD is just about as curious as you.

He'll even have you play a little game where: you ask him a question about anything and he'll answer, then he asks you a question about humans and you have to answer the best you can.

GD is a nurturing caretaker and will support you on any hobby that you want to do.

He'll try his best to learn about the hobby and learn as much as he can.

~

There really is no downside to GD taking care of you, everyday is a new adventure for the both of you.

~

In short: It's probably the best thing to happen. It's wholesome, happy, and healthy. What more can you ask for?

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Could I request (pretty please) something w/god!Wilbur and an S/O who knows just how to stroke his ego? thank

Triggers: Mention of kidnapping, mention of punishment, God complex, superiority complex, unhealthy relationship, toxic relationship, forced relationship, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading!

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God!Wilbur

Dear Lord Reader…

Welp, we'll just say this now.

You definitely will be on his good side.

God!Wilbur (GW), already has one hell of a pride, and anyone be damned if they dare hurt it.

So let me line this up for you.

You are HIS darling.

That HE allows to be in HIS presence.

You have the privilege to be by HIS side.

You damn well be stroking his ego with your thanks alone.

Yep, that's how he sees it.

You are so far below him, that you should be on your knees for at least an hour a day thanking GW for allowing you to be graced by such a blessing of being loved by him.

GW will expect you to thank him at least once a day.

Yes, whether you meet it or not he expects it.

He could care less if you actually mean it, just as long as you say it his ego is stroked.

~

Now let's say that you do have the natural talent of stroking his ego.

Oh my oh my.

He's going to love you even more.

Don't you dare think for a second that the ego stroking is going to get you away from him.

If anything, it's going to make him even more attached to you.

This is what he has wanted all along.

Someone who understands him.

Someone who gets his needs and wants.

Someone...to serve him.

~

Well shit, you just dug yourself an even deeper hole.

Wait-

Don't tell me you actually thought stroking his ego would get you out of this…

If anything this just makes things a lot harder for you.

Because now that GW knows that you know how to impress him and how to satisfy him he expects nothing less of you.

He expects that you constantly treat him with the exact same respect you've been treating him with.

It doesn't matter how he's been treating you, just how you treat him.

Like a God.

Like your god.

That's probably the biggest thing you can say to him.

That he, GW, is your, one and only, GOD.

That comment will put GW on cloud 9 for the rest of the week.

But…

(Yes there's always a catch.)

Now GW expects you to call him your God every single day along the same thank you.

And he won't forget either, and he doesn't like to remind you more than once.

~

Heaven forbid you mess up accidentally.

Because that's going to call for a punishment.

And His punishments aren't something to be taken lightly.

They will leave you traumatized, but he doesn't care after all…

He is your God.

GW has high expectations for you to uphold, So I hope you're prepared for that.

Don't think about running away, It won't work.

Your God has eyes everywhere.

~

In short: GW will most likely fall in love with you even more. As well as have even higher expectations of you. Honestly if you ask me, it's better for you not to stroke his ego. Or you might just be digging yourself an even deeper hole of misery.

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Ooooh! I really liked the god techno with a child reader! If you don’t mind could you make some headcannons of XD with a child reader?! I absolutely love you work thank you so much!!!

Thank you!

Triggers: mention of isolation, mention of kidnapping, mention of emotional neglect, unhealthy relationship, toxic relationship, manipulative behaviors, obsessive behaviors, possessive behaviors, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading!

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DreamXD

Alright...so this is a gamble.

XD is most likely going to start out being very cold towards you.

Why did he pick you up?

Because he needed a successor just in case something happened to him.

And you happened to be the nearest thing that didn't look like a total dumbass.

So that's when he flew out of nowhere, and scooped you up.

Though, it's not like you had much to say oppose.

If you're being honest with yourself, no one at home was waiting for you to return.

So with that he took you back all the way up to the heavens.

~

Oh my oh my.

You'll have entire heavens to explore, nothing will be off limits!

But don't expect XD to follow you everywhere.

At first XD is going to give you the bare minimum of his attention.

He'll only give you your meals, water, clothing, and somewhere to sleep.

That's it.

There is no asking or answering of any questions.

XD won't ask you any, and he'll expect you to not ask him any.

If you have a query, you're better off going to the other gods.

Though this could backfire after a while.

~

If XD catches when you're going to other gods for help or advice, he's not going to be having any of it.

He will stomp down to the god's realm and take you back to his throne himself.

XD sees you as any other darling.

You need to rely on him and him alone.

And there will be no other way that you are getting help.

After he finds out that you were going to other gods for help and he takes you back things are going to change.

I'll make sure to keep a closer eye on you, you won't be allowed to explore as freely as you used to.

And actually, he'll give you more of his attention.

He won't answer all your questions, but he'll answer the ones he deems acceptable to answer.

But hey beggars can't be choosers can they.

Be happy that he's even talking to you.

~

Though don't take us kindness for granted.

If you try and do anything stupid you're not going to get away with that consequences.

Punishments usually look like being isolated in a dark room for days on end.

Only ever seeing XD when he gives you food and water.

He doesn't care how old you are, punishments are punishments.

Though if you are on the younger side he may take it a bit easier and simply make you sit in a room for a couple hours.

~

You'll never really be able to call XD a "father".

He's more of a strict uncle that adopted you after your parents died.

That's likely the closest you'll ever get to him.

But hey, he can't get too soft.

He is training you to be just like him after all.

~

In short: Probably not what you expected. He's not the worst person in the world when it comes to caring for a child. But he definitely ain't world's best dad...if you know what I'm saying.

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Could we get a part two of the trying to escape during a stream like an aftermath situation or something 🙏🏻🙏🏻 your work is amazing and I am on my knees begging lmao. Hope you have an amazing day:3

Of course! I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

Triggers: Heavy mind twisting, isolation, punishment, heavy toxicity, mind break, heavy manipulation, unhealthy relationship, toxic relationship, unhealthy obsession, obsessive behaviors, possessive behaviors, and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading!

Enjoy.

Wilbur

Wilbur will definitely punish you, there is no debate on that.

He'll likely either keep an eye on you 24/7 or keep you in complete isolation.

Wilbur will say on his social media that he is taking a break, so he can devote all of his time to you.

Wilbur will make sure you never want to leave the house again.

He'll do that by slowly feeding you false news about the world and how dangerous it is becoming.

He'll use your worst fears against you.

And he’ll make sure this punishment is one that you will not forget anytime soon.

You need to know where you belong, and that is right next to him for the rest of your days.

~

For your punishment, Wilbur won't lay a hand on you, but he will use phycological torture.

He'll tap into a part of his mind that he didn't even think he had.

You thought Wilbur was cruel before?

Well, you've got a surprise waiting for you.

He'll start by getting rid of your senses.

He'll put a thick blindfold over your eyes, noise canceling headphones over your ears, and he'll tie you against the walls.

You'll be tied into the shape of an X, and you will be tied a little too far.

So that the little sting in your joints slowly gets worse and worse.

Wilbur will be sure to keep you like this for days, only giving you water and the minimal amount of food.

~

After your days spent in complete isolation, Wilbur will let you out.

He knows at this point it's very likely you'll be beyond mad at him.

But he won't care, your punishment will continue.

Wilbur will put a rope around your hands, and a leash out of the long end.

You'll be forced to follow him around for as long as he sees fit.

You'll stand there while he makes lunch for himself, and gives you the scraps.

You'll sit there while he plays video games and pays you no attention.

You'll lay there on the floor while he sleeps soundly.

While he does make you stand and follow him everywhere, he will not give you an ounce of attention.

Wilbur will completely ignore you, and if you end up walking too slowly, he'll tug on the rope.

~

Though, if you were already crying and clinging to him when you got done with the first half of your punishment…

Congratulations!

You avoided the second half of the punishment.

His heart will be aching as your tears streamed down your face.

Your hands clawed desperately at him.

You crawled to him so sadly when he untied you that first time.

Wilbur didn't have the heart to punish you further.

~

By the end of your punishment(s), you'll be a mess.

And no longer able to properly function mentally for a while.

You'll cling on to Wilbur like he is the embodiment of life itself.

You'll say how grateful you are for him.

How he is your savior.

How much you love him.

How great of a hero he is.

How he is your life.

And Wilbur will love every bit of it.

~

In short: Your punishments will be extreme. You'll regret ever even thinking of an escape.

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Tw: angst, mental manipulation. Hi, your recent post about god!Dream’s reaction toward his darling’s betrayal gives me an idea. How about it is dreamxd uses his power to control reader into running away from god dream because he hated how god Dream is treating the mortal nicely and want to teach him about the “true nature” of humans? It is only when god!dream killed his obsession that he learnt about the truth, and he killed his willing obsession because of Xd’s manipulation, what would he does next?

I love this!

Triggers: Heavy mental manipulation, implied gory killing, heavy manipulation, mind twisting, obsessive behaviors, possessive behaviors, toxic relationship, unhealthy relationship, unhealthy obsession and yandere like behaviors. Please be careful when reading!

Enjoy.

(A/n, XD dialogue will be in red/GD will be in green.)

DreamXD

Oh boy…this going to a field day.

Tie your shoe laces reader.

~

XD is a being full of envy, always wanting the things others have.

And you happened the catch his eye.

XD and GD never really got along.

XD saw GD as weak and blinded to reality.

XD thought GD was helpless, to gentle, to naive, to kind.

While GD always saw XD as cruel and mean.

To GD, XD was horrible, ruthless, to honest, and blinded by chaos and carnage.

The two were like oil and water, and had not see or talked to one another for centuries.

Though, that all changed when you came into the picture.

~

When XD saw GD had you, he was curious.

Though, curiosity quickly turned to jealousy and greed.

XD saw how GD treated you with nothing but kindess and patience.

XD then saw how you began to treat GD with the same kindness.

And XD hated it.

He felt this twisted feeling in his gut that he's not used to.

And so began his plan.

~

XD will mostly use hallucinations on you, to make you want to escape GD.

XD will also uses nightmares that feel a little to real.

He'll start things off slow with small and faint whispers of GD speaking of doing terrible things.

The whispers will slowly get louder and louder.

Then you'll start to see things.

You'll see GD approaching you with a hand raised, and right before he hits you, he'll disappear.

Leaving you on the floor, breathing heavily and still processing what just happened.

The nightmares explain themselves fairly well.

XD's manipulation of your mind will slowly start to make you more and more paranoid.

You'll start to slowly get the idea of escaping GD.

The nightmares and hallucinations will only get worse.

They'll get so bad that is pushes you over the edge.

~

We all knows what happens when you escape GD.

You know the rush of fear what waves through all your bones as you continue to run for dear life.

Praying that something will rescue you.

But, you know.

Deep down, you caused this.

Though when it does come to the…final event, it's quite bloody.

And XD will have had been watching the whole thing.

From when you began running away, all to when you took your final breath.

When GD finally comes to, and is no longer seeing just red, he'll stand in shock, seeing the damage he has caused.

GD will look down and see your mangled dead body and stare.

He will be torn on whether to cry or the be angry at himself for not seeing the truth.

That's when XD will come to set GD's torn thoughts to rest.

"Do you see now?" XD will ask.

"Wha…" GD will breath out in a breath of heavy air.

"The true nature of humans, my beloved…" (PLOT TWIST!!)

"To see how..cruel they are. All they do is take, and take. They never give, it is only about their survival. Once you are no longer of use to them, they throw you out. Like a mangled fox's body." XD sneered walking slowly behind GD.

One set of arms slowly wrapping around the waist of GD.

~

In short: GD will never find out.

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Howdy! May I ask for headcannons about asking yan!techno (either god or normal i dont have a preference) to play tag in the woods? say his captive is bored and fidgety and wants to run around for a bit, and they dont try to escape or anything, like if he calls them they immediately run back. would he shut them down? humour them? say sure and give his 100% and not give them a chance? Thank you very much!

Triggers: Nothing really, just fluff! Safe for everyone to read!

(This might be a bit short)

Enjoy.

Technoblade

Oh my! Wholesome Techno alert.

I can definitely see Techno humoring this behavior, IF you have been a good darling.

He would definitely use this as some sort of a treat for gold behavior.

Say you've been behaving all week.

You've been compliant and haven't thrown a single fit!

You've eaten all the meals he has cooked for you, you've even cuddled with him on a few occasions!

So how could he say no to you.

~

It started with you walking over to Techno's reading chair with your hands behind your back and big ol' puppy eyes.

He looked up from his book, glasses on the lower part of his nose.

Techno raised a brow as if to ask what you needed.

You, in return, gave him a cheeky smile and asked him the question:

'Can we go play tag in the forest?'

To be honest, you caught him off guard.

He was expecting something else, but he was also pleasantly caught off guard.

It made him happy to know that you wanted to spend time with him.

Techno didn't care how you two spent time together, as long as you got to do it.

Techno sat quiet for a moment, still registering the question you just asked him.

Though once he gets it through his piglin head, he responded with a quietly yes, and nod.

~

You were so excited you could barley get your boots on all the way.

Techno chuckles at your excitement.

The moment you are out the door your off, running into the forest.

You had touched Techno's shoulder and yelled 'Tag!' before taking off.

~

The first time you played tag Techno had Steve right next to you during the entire game, just in case you tried anything or danger came up.

But as time went on Techno trusted you more and more.

~

In short: This is a wonderful game to play if you been behaving. Techno will 100% amuse you and play with you. Though…it can also be used a punishment…

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I just had this idea, dsmp members becoming the aunt/uncle from another family to the reader's kids. In other words, fluffy chaos

This would be true chaos, just the difference in personalities with all the characters, and then trying to teach reader's kids all these different things.

Dream: He would be trying to teach your child how to create a bomb to blow up a city. Along with drilling really screwed up things into their head, like, if you push on someone's head long enough with a pillow, they'll go to sleepy land for a long time!

(Dear God-)

Technoblade: Would be showing the child how to properly hunt and fight somebody. But no, he won't go easy on the kid because Technoblade never dies! So you better scoop that kid up before they come home with a missing arm.

(I-)

Wilbur: He is probably the most safe to keep your kid around. He'll just teach your kid about even more bombs! But, not how to set them off, but how to defuse them. He'll also show them basic ways of treating their own wounds. But then he'll also show them how to build a bomb from scratch.

(...)

Schlatt: Where- where do I even began?! Okay, well he'll teach your kid how to do taxes...but then quickly follow that with teaching them tax evasion. He'll also show them how to run a country! Then teach them how to make their people turn against one another and kill each other.

Bloody Lovers ❤

(1100+ words)

(They/Them Pronouns)

Description: You run a very illegal business. An up and coming rookie hero names "Kitsune" is messing things up though. You're interested in him, so you leave for your very own look at them. (FundyxReader)

(Warning: Very dubious consent relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, and kidnapping. The relationship in this is unhealthy.)

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{《☆》}

You scan the report, taking in every place where your workers got interrupted. There were quite a few disruptions, which you'd have to take up with them. You couldn't allow them to keep repeating mistakes with such high profile work at risk.

Of course, you do realize a few of them were uncontrollable on their part. A new hero, a skilled rookie as far as your quick search could find, going by the name "Kitsune" was to blame.

A suitable name, you muse. What, with their foxy features. And of course, the ears and tails that you assumed were apart of their powers also helped the name. The hero had been relentless and ruthless.

So unlike a hero.

It was altogether intriguing. A hero unafraid to get their hands, or paws in their case, dirty. You smiled, thoroughly amused. This hero, an apprentice to Willow themselves, was just as interesting as you had hoped.

Maybe it was time to get out on the streets again. It has been so long since you've wondered from your luxurious throne but perhaps this could be worth it.

You laughed, staring down at the paperwork with a confident smile. You can't wait to get Kitsune's blood on your hands.

{《☆》}

They screamed beneath you, the terrified glint in their eyes feeding your bloodlust. A wayward mugger had chosen you as their next victim. Helpless and unaware of their oncoming demise. You laughed wildly, dragging a knife down their arm.

You could rip them apart, limb by limb now if you pleased. But where was the fun in that? Why would you end it there when things could get even more fun.

If your mother was here, she'd scold you for playing with your food. But she wasn't, and so you licked the blood of the knife as they trembled on the ground. Hm, it was a sickly sort. They were probably the type of person with a weak immune system. The disease flowing through their blood, a transmitted type, wasn't helping the sour taste.

"How sad," You mock sighed, like a disappointed parent. "You just had to be a bad apple, didn't you? Who knows, maybe if you had a better taste I would've let you live." They sobbed, begging on choked words.

You know that would never happen, but they didn't. You grinned and they screamed again as you stabbed them between a rib, cutting through their lung. You pulled the knife out and they seemed to choke on their own blood.

Standing, you wiped the blood off on their pants. The hero hadn't shown, and the shouting had been quite loud. Kitsune likely wasn't on duty.

Turning around, you came face to face with a shell-shocked bystander. They looked sick, their face a pretty pale sheet as they backed up. Before they could run, your rinkaku shot out as quick as lighting and wrapped around them. They struggled, and stronger than they looked but you were even stronger.

Smiling coldly down at them, you looked them over. "Why hello there. What is a pretty little thing like you doing here?"

What? They were unfairly pretty. A nice dark shade of red, with a pretty white streak through their hair and wide-eyed dark brown eyes. And maybe the terror in their eyes didn't help, but the rest of them was still pretty.

Maybe you could have another meal to make up for the last one being lacklustre. Grinning, you gave them a seconds warning. "Any complaints on being eaten?" Before cutting a thin slice on their cheek with your knife. They blanched, opening their mouth with a silent struggle.

You shushed them. Licking the blood off the knife, you were overwhelmed with one of the best-tasting blood you've had in a while. You practically moaned, greedily taking it away. They seemed thoroughly disturbed by your reaction, which was fair enough.

And unlike the other meal you had, you almost wanted to keep this one.

"Hm," You considered, gently grabbing their chin. They froze as you turned their face side to side. "I don't see why not. I'll keep you."

"Wha-What?" They spoke their first words to you, a shiny new voice that fits their pretty face. "Let me go! No-! Stop!"

"Hm, no." You said, pressing your knife to their neck. They froze, staring into your eyes with a worryingly calmer look. Certainly, they were interesting. In fact, they reminded you of someone. "Don't worry, you won't die yet."

It didn't seem to relax them, but they were certainly more complacent with the knife at their neck.

{《☆》}

Your newest pet project had taken a while, Kitsune certainly knew how to put up a fight. But you were stronger, both mentally and physically. And now here he was, putty in your hands.

To think you had found him so easily. And that he had such beautifully delicious blood. Truly, your luck was legendary.

"Fundy, darling," You call, beckoning him from his bedroom. He hurries over, almost tripping over himself to get to you. It was an amusing sight when barely a month ago he would be fighting you every chance he had.

You press a hand to his cheek, which he leans into heavily. Fundy places his hand over yours, staring up at you with an adoring look. Tiny cuts littered his body like freckles, but they all showed one thing. That he was yours. These marks showed that. And they'd never leave.

You smile, letting go of him. Quickly, he pulls up a chair and sits close. Fundy practically has your arm in his grasp, leaving you with only your left to do your work. It's slightly annoying but you'd rather have him here with you, stupidly in love in your arms than have him fighting against you.

You'd hate to have to kill him. It'd be an easy decision to make if you had to, but you would still dislike the idea of losing such a great find.

Although with how deeply he's fallen, it's unlikely you'd ever have to risk that. Fundy was so good for you, falling deeper into the rabbit hole with every touch you let linger. So good, in fact, you might start testing that love.

Release him. See if he comes back.

It's a tad bit risky but you know that despite his love for you, he misses his friends. If you let him go back with them for a few hours, you could test his loyalty. It would be so easy to get one of your teleporting workers to fetch him if he decided to stay.

Yes. You would. Picking a knife off the table, you turned to Fundy. With a pleased smile, Fundy gave you his arm. But you wouldn't need that when he was so easy to give. To love. You smiled back.

{《☆》}

[Next post is a Dream post and then I shall disappear for a year /j.]

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Serial Lover ❤

(Any really, gender isn't specified)

(800+ words)

{《☆》}

You have enough work to deal with. Every day, every hour, every minute, every second someone dies. It's a tiring job having to deal with the amount of death in the world.

And of course, having someone fall in love with you makes it even worse after they get it in their head that the only way to see you is murder.

"What do you want this time?" It's so irritating, every drop of blood they shed was just more work for you. The bloody figure leapt up instantly, their masked face splitting into a wide grin.

"I've missed you," He softly chuckles, ignoring the tone. The almost dead body at their feet trembles, hazy eyes begging you for help.

You take their soul with a flick of your hand. It's the only mercy you can provide. "You're so irritating, Dream."

He pulls off his mask, setting it to the side and stepping over the dead body. "You love me though." Dream giggles when you sigh.

"I'd love you if you stopped giving me work," You grumbled, trying to mentally account for how many more people you'd have to visit in the next minute. America wasn't your jurisdiction alone, but you did a majority of the work since the rest of the reapers still had family alive. "Now can we get this over with?"

Dream pouts, looking in your eyes with a pitifully sad frown. "But you just got here." They kick their feet like a child, stubbornly getting closer to you.

Sighing, you already know he won't let you go without a fight. It's happened before and you'd rather not go through it again.

"You can come with as long as you don't ruin anything."

Dream nods enthusiastically. He latches onto your arm and you roll your eyes. With a quick flick of your hand, you both are gone.

{《☆》}

"Oh wow," Dream stares at everything with a thinly veiled excitement. Your office is nothing special, but he seems fascinated by it all. "It looks so homey."

You shrug. You did stay there most days, so it made sense to keep most of your personal belongings there as well. It seems your mortal companion was awestruck by it.

Dream turns to you again, a cheeky grin on his lips. "You should bring me here more often."

Rolling your eyes, you gesture to a seat beside your desk. He sat swiftly, giving you a sickly sweet smile. Sighing, you sat down at your desk. Instantly he shuffled his seat closer until he was practically leaning all his weight onto you.

As you started writing, Dream deeply inhaled. He pressed even closer, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck. Very quickly, he was sat in your lap.

It wasn't even five minutes until he started peppering tiny kisses to your neck. It was mildly irritating, as it did distract you from your paperwork. "Can you stop?"

"No," He chuckled and continued with his gentle kisses. Honestly, you were just going to ignore it until you got your paperwork done. Then, you'd bring him back to the mortal realm and everything would go back to normal.

Until he started killing again.

Sighing, you toyed with the idea of keeping him. A few other personifications of Death had ended up taking up mortals. Whether as children or friends and even occasionally lovers. It wouldn't be impossible to keep him with you to lower your workload.

Dream pressed another kiss, to your jaw this time. "Stop thinking so hard," he soothed. "You'll get frown lines with how much you're thinking."

You straightened your posture, fixing your face back to a neutral impasse look. Dream giggled, tilting his head back to get a better look at you. Yes. You suppose it would probably be easier to just keep him.

Looking down at him, you lifted a hand and cradled his face. Dream eagerly leaned into it, a soft smile lifting his features. The relatively smooth, slightly tan skin and pretty blue-green eyes. He was unfairly attractive by mortal standards.

"Hmm..." You traced a finger along his cheekbone, watching as the mortal shivered delightfully. The blood that speckled his face was an inconvenience, you had always been finicky about that stuff, but you could make him a mortal fit for a god. "Yes, you will do..."

They peeked through an eye at you, hopeful and slightly crazed. It almost made you laugh, mortals were so strange. Taking pity, you give him what he desires. A simple kiss. Truly, mortals are such simple creatures.

His lips are chapped, but they taste faintly like cherries. You find that you quite like cherries. You don't want to pull away for a second, but you do anyway.

The mortal sighed dreamily, staring up at you with a lovestruck expression. You smile down at him. He was such a pretty problem.

{《☆》}

[I am just now realizing how little xMreader or xNBreader content there is on Tumblr. Sadge, honestly. I'm trying to catch up the Tumblr with Wattpad so that there's more content. Tumblr deserves more content.}

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Double, Double Toil And Trouble ❤

Request (kinda) by @shroombby : "HEAR ME OUT. witch!origin!reader who makes potions for wilbur to help with his weakness to the sun?"

[They/Them]

[1000+ words]

Description: You're just a witch and he's just a (phantom) boy. Can I make it any more obvious?

[Read more under the cut]

{《☆》}

You were a very powerful person. A witch origin whose veins were flooded with magic and whose hands were born calloused to brew. You were born to be trouble and that is what made you dangerous.

With just one potion of strength on you, you could massacre half of the origins in a minute. Maybe less. And with the next long period of time your skills gave you, the rest could be dead too. And that was half the fun, leaning across the thin line of life and death.

Most of the other origins didn't seem to realize what being a witch truly meant.  Physically, you were like a human. But when you brewed, the world sang. And when you laughed, the mountains shook. Effecting the world and its inhabitant is why witches existed.

Chaos was purely what you decided to take away from existing. Why live if you weren't going to have some excitement.

Although one, admittedly adorable, phantom boy was likely a dozen times more chaotic than you ever strived to be. He was unhinged, Wilbur was. A dirty crime boy and a heathen to society.

Poor Wilby though stuck indoors because of his own biology. Burned by sunlight, like a vampire.

"Please! Y/N, I just want to go out in the sun like a regular person." Wilbur grovelled at your feet, an adorable pout on his face as he begged.  It was slightly enjoyable watching him hug your leg like a toddler. "Please make me a potion!"

"There hasn't even been a potion made for this type of thing, let alone altering a potion for phantom hybrid consumption. That stuff is dangerous since you're like half air." You pointed out, patting him on the head as you slowly trudged across the Pub(e). "I love ya, Wil, but you can deal with this on your own. Don't die though."

Wilbur sniffed dramatically, still holding your leg hostage. "I will die out of spite now." Then he gave a pitiful whine, "Please, darling!"

"Let go of me." You tried to get away, but sadly your sugar was clinging like a leech. "I'm not doing it so-! EW LET GO! WIL, STOP-!"

You spent the better half of three hours being pestered by your boyfriend before you gave in.

{《☆》}

Creating potions from scratch took hours. Long and boring hours of watching water boil and turning blaze rods into a thin powder in your mortar and pestle. Getting Redstone in your hair and losing yourself to the process. It was addicting when you got into it. The constant movement and the power that hummed under the dirt when you brewed. Like the world was waiting for a rampage or a disaster.

It was a paranoid process to many witches, as many told you when you still lived in a coven. Knowing that the earth was watching like it knew something they didn't. But you had never felt it the same way. Because the earth moulded under your fingertips willingly so why fear it.

And when someone interrupted your process, it was much more than mildly irritating.

"What?" You grumbled, wiping Redstone dust off. "I was busy."

"That's the problem," Wilbur whined, looking like a kicked puppy as he stood on your doorstep. "I haven't seen you in days! I miss you."

"You asked me to make this potion, Wil." You pointed out, still softening at his words. "I'll still need another day or two before I have it perfect though. We can hang out after."

Wilbur pouted, sulking in his phantom form as the sun started setting. When you did finish the potion, he wouldn't need to be see-through. You were doing this for him. "Take a break! Hang out with me. Please?"

Grimacing, you realized that he knew exactly what he was doing. Wilbur's eyes shone with a plead, wide and begging. Damn him for knowing your weakness to his puppy eyes. "Fine. But it has to be under an hour or else I'll have to reset the entire potion."

Wilbur grinned, nodding rapidly. Stepping in, you took off your apron. Setting it down next to the cauldron, you met a solid Wilbur on the steps. He took your hand in his, racing off in an untouched direction and pulling you along with him.

Laying under the stars, bodies pressed close as a chill wind blew past, you wondered what your coven would've thought about Wilbur.

{《☆》}

With multiple bottles of your new phantom-proof potions,  you handed one off to Wilbur nervously. Stepping back, you held a water bucket tightly. This could go horribly wrong and kill Wilbur or you could have successfully made a new brand of potion. Only one way to find out.

"This will really suck if I die." Wilbur joked before he took a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut before he took a large swig and opened them hesitantly. He wasn't blue or some other abhorrent, unnatural shade. No polka dots or stripes, he looked perfectly normal. Or, mostly.

His eyes glowed with a shimmering golden rim, like a fire in his eyes or like sun glinting down on them. You grinned widely,  this was good so far.

"Alright, now go. Step out." You encouraged, still holding one hand around the bucket's handle. "I'm right here for you, sugar."

Wilbur nodded, a weight unfurling in his chest. A single foot forward, and the sun bounced off of Wilbur's face, lighting it up and showing off the unnatural paleness that usually came with phantom's and their allergies to the sun. But now he could feel its warmth settling against his skin and it didn't burn.

"You're amazing," he breathed out, turning towards you. A joy that you've never seen before, childish and adoring and absolutely in love. Wilbur stepped forward, taking your hands in his and kissing the knuckles. "So amazing, darling."

You giggled, turning your head as he started pressing kisses to your entire face. Tilting his head slightly, Wilbur smiled fondly. "I love you."

"I love you too," you said, standing there with Wilbur.  Simply basking in the sun. Like you could do now.

{《☆》}

[F r o g]

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Masterlist

Baby Brother 💛

(TransMale Reader but it's technically not an important detail)

(He/They Pronouns)

(1000+ Words)

Description: You're bored so you randomly decide to visit your baby brother. How were you supposed to know George was streaming?

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

You were hanging upside down on the couch, scrolling through Tumblr. Today was a slow day. Nothing fun was happening, not even anywhere else.

Twitter was dry, Tumblr was the same as always, no one cool was on Snapchat, and so your boredom had you practically one foot in the grave.

Scratching under the edge of your binder, you spotted a brilliant piece of artwork that sparked an idea.

It was George, with those streamer friends of his, watching a movie and cuddling.

Oh, you were so ready to rewatch all of the Harry Potter movies. George was such a nerd about them too, so he'd probably be fine with you barging into his apartment with no warning as long as you brought food.

Grinning, you got up. It was a shaky start since your head was now pissed at your previous upside-downness. Picking up your keys, you picked up an old hoodie off the coat rack you barely use and started driving to Taco Bell.

{《☆》}

Maybe you should've thought it through. That thought only hit you after you broke into your baby brother's home. (Was it really breaking into if you had a spare key?)

Or, more accurately, the thought came to you when you opened George's door and came face to face with a camera and computer that was showing, what you assumed, was tens of thousands of people your face.

"Oh shit," You backtracked instantly, shutting the door behind you. George was still staring in dumbfounded shock, his previous shrieks tampering out.

"I'll be right back." He rushed out of the room after double-checking he muted and shut his camera off.

"Y/N! What the hell!" George yelled. He wasn't angry, probably. Just concerned. (Or maybe both)

"I-I'm sorry!" You stammered. "I didn't know you were streaming. I-,"

George groaned, annoyed. "You should have called if you wanted to come over. Now everyone knows about you!"

"I know! I just-," You hesitated, frowning down at your shoes. "I wanted to spend time together. I didn't mean to interrupt or-, yeah... I'm sorry."

"I-, it's okay." George sighed. "I'm sorry too, it's just, the stans aren't always the nicest. They can get, weird. I don't want that happening to you."

"I don't want that happening to you either," You said. And wasn't that just the sweetest. Your baby brother wanted to protect you. You opened up your arms for a hug, which George happily gave.

You were taller than George, actually. By multiple inches. He was practically burrowed into your chest. It was painfully obvious when you two were hugging. You set your chin on his brown mop of hair.

"So," You started. "I had come over for Taco Bell and movie night but since I interrupted your stream, how about you go finish that. I can wait here."

George hummed, frowning when you tried to pull away. Your baby brother's face twisted pathetically, guilt-tripping you with his puppy eyes. "Or you could come with me when I end it? They already saw you and I don't wanna let go."

Smiling, you held him for another few seconds before starting the awkward shuffle towards his room.

{《☆》}

"Hello," You say into the mic, glancing over at the words flying by in all caps. "I'm Y/N."

"HOT VOICE"

"PRETTY MAN FROM EARLIER???"

"DEEP VOICE HOT"

"I AM SIMPING"

"AWOOGA AWOOGA AWOOGA"

"FACE CAM???"

"Chat, give me a second to get my camera back on." George said, briefly moving away to reveal you both to the stream. Withing seconds, your nervous face is smiling at the stream. "So this is Y/N! They're my older brother and if anyone says anything weird about him I will ban them from chat.

"Protective 'Gogy'?" You laugh, reading out chat. "What the hell is a 'Gogy'?"

George flushes, swatting the back of your head.

"Hey!"

"Anyways," George smiled innocently, still leaning on you fully. "We should probably unmute and undeafen on Discord, Dream and Sapnap will be worried."

"What the hell kinda name is Sapnap? Or Dream?" You laugh, teasing George, who rolls his eyes. "I didn't pick their names, Y/N"

"Okay, so-,"

"GEORGE!" Someone yells. "Where the hell were you?"

George sighed, giving you a pleading look. Grinning, you leaned closer to the mic.

"Hello, boys."

"What the hell?" Someone shrieked loudly. The previous guy seemed so startled that they knocked multiple glass bottles off their desk. "Who are you!?!"

"I'm Y/N," George settled next to you, resting his head against your shoulder. "And I'm George's kidnapper-, ow, sorry, I'm his brother."

"Oh,"The first voice says, embarrassed. "I'm Dream."

"And I'm Sapnap," The other confidently cut in. They both sounded so American. "You have a hot voice."

"Sapnap!" Dream laughed, an odd wheezing noise that you think you remember George telling you about. "That's his brother."

"And?" Sapnap defends himself, "Am I wrong?"

A pause. You can't help but laugh. George is just reading chat, picking apart the conversation as the public reacts. "Y/N, tell them we're leaving. I want to watch the fourth Harry Potter movie first."

"Of course, bubba," You smiled, ruffling his hair. "Alright fellas, while I'd love to stay and be flattered more, me and George are gonna go have a movie night."

"Oh, bye!" "Byeee!"

{《☆》}

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" George grins up at you, holding the bag of Taco Bell in his lap. You just nod, chuckling as he splays onto his couch and watches you set everything up.

Maybe you spoil him too much...

"Y/N! Hurry up! I'm getting bored." Your baby brother pouted.  Yeah, you definitely spoiled him too much. But then again, it wasn't like your parents were going to.

"Alright, alright," You sat down on the couch, instantly getting an armful of George. He was scrawny enough not to be too uncomfortable though.

As the movie started, you were glad that you came. At least now you have the discord of a hot Texan man and Taco bell, things couldn't have gone better.

{《☆》}

[Hello, I am going to go burn a house down, go be gay and do crime!]

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Masterlist

My King ❤

(He/him pronouns)

(Realistic dsmp)

(1800+ words)

Description: You finally get assigned to King Eret's private guard. Things go well until you start developing a small crush on his majesty.

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

"Y/N," Sir Oliver, your commanding officer, called you over. His dark brown eyes looked you over, making you straighten up in your stiff salute. "I'm assigning you onto King Eret's guard duty for the week."

"Yes sir." You replied, staring over his shoulder. They narrowed their eyes at you before they nodded. "I expect a good report when I arrive next Monday."

"Of course sir," You promise. This was a big game-changer for you. Only the best got assigned to King Eret's protective detail. If you managed to keep him alive from the weekly attempts on his life, the raise would be enough to pay for your little brother's hospital bills. "I won't let you down."

Sir Oliver looked back at you, their eyes softer. "I know you won't."

Grinning at your mentors back, you couldn't wait to tell Dean when you visited him tonight.

{《☆》}

"Have you ever met the king before?" Spencer asked curiously. They had done guard duty with you a few times before, protecting the lower levels of the kingdom. They were younger than you too, barely a few months shy of 19 with big brown eyes and even bigger dreams. "I mean, I've never done anything higher than middle-high but you've been here longer than me."

"No, King Eret's guard is a very special assignment. They don't let just anyone go with the king." You explained, rounding the corner of the training grounds. Morning laps were such a pain.

Spencer nodded. They tilted their head as they considered something silently. "I'm gonna join King Eret's personal guard one day."

Chuckling, you nodded along. He probably will one day. The kid had so much determination that you'd be surprised if he didn't.

As you both crossed the end, where a few others were already waiting, you considered where you were going. A lot of people didn't make the cut for the personal guard, so those who did ended up staying until someone better was found. Would this weekly assignment turn permanent?

There wasn't much time to think about this. You were heading off towards the main hall where the rest of the personal guard awaited you. The walk was shorter than you would've liked, with quick and easy pathways to get there.

"Y/N," A female soldier greeted you, they were likely your temporary commander. "Welcome to Eret's Eight."

"Glad to be here, ma'am," You replied holding the door open for her to walk in first. "What's Eret's Eight?"

"It's what we call ourselves," She chuckles to herself. "Eight of us guard Eret so it's pretty self-explanatory. Also, don't call me "ma'am". It's too formal. Call me Sara."

"Alright, Sara." You smile weakly at her. It's hard to crush the part of you that wants to please, but you push it down. "So, where's King Eret."

"He's eating breakfast in the dining hall. Which is where the rest of Eret's Eight is."

{《☆》}

Sara was nice. She explained what she could on the walk. It made it easier. Less pressure building upon your shoulders. Being in the castle just provided a more relaxing feeling, you suppose.

With the soft lanterns hanging up, and the aesthetically appealing vines that likely got trimmed daily. The plain, stone walls were offset with the amount of colour the rest of the castle brought. With multi-coloured flags hanging everywhere and silly flamingos randomly set up.

It felt homey.

It reminded you of when Dean was younger and decided to redecorate the entire apartment when his babysitter was sleeping. Things were clashing horribly and items were put away in too tight boxes that likely would've caused them to burst if you hadn't gotten home when you did. And maybe all of it was ugly, but you'd never seen Dean more proud or your home more lived in.

The babysitter was still fired and Dean was grounded despite that.

Straightening up, you got ready to finally meet King Eret. The king who had supposedly played an active part in turning the tides against L'Manburg. Dean was a big fan...

King Eret was laughing as his guards shared smiles. The king's smile was pretty, you absentmindedly noted. With perfect white teeth and a dimple on his right side, he seemed so much more real than the legends made him seem.

"Hey! Eret!" Sara called out. She placed a hand on your shoulder and pushed you forward. When you regained your footing, the king and his men were staring at you. "This is Y/N, he's the new recruit this week."

"Oh, hello!" King Eret's smile was directed at you, a small little grin that made his whole face light up. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N."

Your heart stuttered in your chest. It was strange. You had never had to deal with this before, the feeling of your heart beating out of your chest.

"It's good to meet you too, your majesty." You awkwardly nodded.

"Oh, no. None of that. Just call me Eret."

"But-?"

Sara pulled your attention towards her. "It's better not to argue. We all end up doing it in the end."

"Alright, your-, Eret..." You corrected yourself. The king chuckled softly, not mocking but still making you flush.

"I'm sure you'll do amazing here."

{《☆》}

"So?" Spencer asked. "What's the big deal? Why are you all mopey?"

"The king is attractive," You complain, fixing the tight armour straps. "I didn't sign up for him to be pretty."

Spencer laughed at you. Their baby face was ridiculously younger when they laughed. "I mean, most royals are. And you signed up to protect him, looks shouldn't affect that."

"Spencer!" You whined, pouting at him. "It's not fair. He has such a pretty smile, and laugh, and-,"

"I get it, Y/N." Spencer giggled. "Why don't you talk to him if you like him so much?"

"He's the king, Spence. If I flirt with him and he gets annoyed, he could have me beheaded."

Spencer rolled his eyes, grinning up at you. "Good. Then I won't have to hear your love-struck rambling."

"I see how it is," You pout. "When you start fumbling over your words with Derek I'll just watch and laugh."

"You're so mean."

"Wha-? You started it!"

"Y/N?" Someone spoke up behind you. Spinning around, you found Sara smiling at you. "You were assigned to night duty tonight."

"Of course, ma'am, I'll be out in a second." You nod.

"Sara," She corrects. They pause halfway out the door, glancing back at you. "And also, Eret's not against the idea of a man in the sheets."

You splutter indigenously, face flushed with heat. Spencer and Sara laugh and you are left to be the one embarrassed.

{《☆》}

"Y/N," King Eret greets with a smile, warm and practically full of sugar. They looked so peaceful in their light blue nightgown. It made his eyes pop, you noted as you situated yourself by the balcony. Stephen and Mira had taken the outside, leaving you to privately protect the king alone. "It's so good to see you."

Suddenly, what Sara had said earlier crossed your mind. Unable to meet his eyes, you nodded. "It's good to see you too, your, er-, Eret."

"I feel like you just like calling me that now." Eret chuckled. He gave a teasing little grin. "Your Eret."

Laughing nervously, you scratched at your neck. It was more than slightly embarrassing. Glancing up, your eyes met the king's, who softly stared at you with stars in his eyes. You felt your stomach flutter.

Coughing and staring down at your feet, you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "You should probably sleep, Eret." You glanced up when the king sighed. "I'll protect you the entire night."

"I know you will," Eret said softly, his voice sweet as honey and mixed with a layer of something hard to imagine. It almost sounded like want.

Flushing, you straightened up. It was your duty to defend King Eret and flirting was just distracting you.

{《☆》}

The night passed with little fanfare. You watched the world with a careful eye, wary to protect the king. They slept soundly, not a care in the world. Eret looked so peaceful lying there, but you tried not to stare.

When he woke up, your eyes met and he sleepily blinked at you before smiling. "Good morning." Eret shifted and beckoned you closer. He took your hand and stood up, not letting go as he wandered over to his wardrobe

Turning around, you let go of Eret's hand. You were blushing heavily, knowing that King Eret was changing right behind you. Fiddling with the bracelet Dean had given you, it was quite a few minutes of Eret's humming as you stared at nothing.

"Alright, we can go now."

As you were escorting him to breakfast, he seemed quite happy to grab onto your hand. Mira wiggled her eyebrows at you, snickering with Stephen. It seems Sara's influence had gotten to them, somehow.

Kori and Raven had met you at the doors, opening them for you both. They shared glances between your intertwined hands and Mira and Stephen. Kori patted your shoulder as you passed. "Good morning."

"Morning," You nodded back. Eret sat down, meeting your eyes and gesturing to a seat at the table. Tilting your head, you splayed your hands out. You were supposed to be guarding him. Eret frowned.

The table was already set up with loads of expensive and fancy foods. Fit for a king. It'd be disrespectful for you to eat there, especially since you're supposed to be doing your job.

Eret looked you over, calculating how he'd get you to sit probably. Then, they smiled. "Lisa?"

The guard walked over, her girlfriend a step behind. Katrina and her were serious at work but adorable whenever you got to talk to them after shifts. "I think me and Y/N will be fine alone. The rest of you can wait outside."

"Of course, Eret." She nodded, giving a low bow. Her iron armour glittered as she stepped into the sunny outside hallway. As they all walked out, Sara shot you a grin.

"Sit," Eret ordered. It was odd considering he had never ordered you around before, but you listened. He watched you for a second, his pretty blue eyes scanning over your face.

"I think you need to taste this for me," Eret said. They shoved the deliciously fluffy pancake in your direction.

You blinked, you had expected it but not so bluntly. "Um."

"What, you'd rather I be poisoned?" Eret's eyes shone brilliantly.

Of course not. You hesitantly cut off a piece, only to practically melt in satisfaction. "Oh my god." It was amazing. "I- er, I think it's fine."

"You should try a sip of my drink too," Eret hid a wry grin. "Just to be safe."

You gladly started testing the food after that. It might have taken you slightly too long to realize it was practically a date, with Eret feeding you delicacies off their plate.

You definitely weren't mad though. Especially not when Eret held your hand the entire time.

{《☆》}

[this was quite possibly the longest and most fun one I've written yet. Anyway, happy pride everyone! Go sleep if it's past 10pm for you, or just get a bottle of water and a snack. Sleep is preferred but I'd settle for either.]

[L0v3, k1ng]

Simp 💜

(He/him pronouns)

(Trans male reader)

(500+ words]

Description: You're having a dysphoric day and it gets worse when you realize you're on your period. You get on a call with Tommy who helps make you feel better.

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

You rolled out of bed, your head spinning as you stood. Picking up your phone off your pillow, you hobbled off to the bathroom.

"Ew," You mutter to yourself, staring at the face that seems so unfamiliar to you. Squinting, you ignore the way your lips pursing distastefully made you look more feminine.

Sitting down, you realize why you feel so shitty. You're on your period.

"As if today couldn't get worse," You bitterly grimace. Your binder helped a little, but even that couldn't wash away the painful cramps that reminded you of your past.

Sitting at your desk, you considered life for a moment. A light bulb in your head goes off as you consider the pros and cons of putting yourself in a coma.

If someone distracted you, you wouldn't have to deal with the problems in your life (until later).

You are a genius.

Pulling up discord on your phone, you pull up the one contact that's already helped you like this before.

Tommy.

It hardly rings for a few seconds before he picks up. You always loved that about him. No matter what, he'd pick up your calls. And quickly too.

It was a bit troublesome when once you called during a math test and he picked up anyways. It was instinctive and the teacher had spotted it quickly. You both got in trouble that day.

"Hey, what's up!"

"Tom, I need you to distract me." You pleaded. And like he always has and always will, he agreed. Tommy didn't even need to be told about what. It wasn't important to him. He would listen if you wanted him to though.

"I am streaming through, Y/N," Tommy noted. You flushed instantly.

You weren't on most (if any) of Tommy's streams. And, through some sort of divine luck, you've never interrupted one before.

"Oh," You nervously laugh. "Sorry. I can go if-,"

"You're fine, Y/N," Tommy assured, his voice gentle. "Chat isn't as important as you."

You giggled, embarrassed and slightly red. "Thanks, Tom."

"Anytime, Y/N."

{《☆》}

And, unlike a majority of Tommy's streams, the stream was full of quiet chatter to fill the silence and no over-exaggerated yelling. You only had to talk if you wanted to. He kept talking enough for the both of you.

It was peaceful. You didn't let your mind wander to anything because each time Tommy was there to talk about Minecraft blocks or mobs or any number of random things.

When the cramps caused you to silently suffer, Tommy would make jokes until your stomach issues were about laughing too hard. He was as sweet as possible, even with his reputation on the line.

Eventually, two hours had passed and you felt so much better. Tommy always made you feel better. "Hey Tom, can you end stream?"

"Sure," He readily agreed, taking a minute to say goodbye before he spoke up again. "What's up?"

"Thank you." It was honest. Tommy was amazing and you were so grateful for him. "You're incredible."

Tommy smiled at his camera, the sweet as honey smile that only you got to see. "Anything for you."

"I love you." You said. It was true. How could you not when he did so much for you.

Tommy laughed softly. "I love you too."

{《☆》}

["I love you" can be platonic so please, take this as you will. He is a simp either way lol. A (only) platonic Tommy post will come out tomorrow around 6pm bst. But anyways go read my EretxM!Reader post because for some reason no one has seen it lol.]

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