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quackisinnit · 3 years

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Minecraft Championship

Dream x Reader

Request: okay okay so :D mcc with dream when the reader and dream are on the same team ans it’s very cute and fluffy, also with she/her pronouns pls :] thank you!!

Pronouns: She/Her

Note: the first team i thought of was red rabbits so thats why i used them:) i forgot how the mcc works so forgive me if i wrote anything wrong😭 ALSO I WAS SO SLEEPDEPRIVED WHILE WRITIBG THIS SO SORRY IF ITS BAD

Warnings: mild swearing lol

y/nishere = your twitch name

You were scrolling through twitter, waiting for the announcing of teams. It was your first time ever playing. You played some minecraft but that wasn't all you played, you played other games too. After a few hours of scrolling, you finally got a notification.

Announcing Team Red Rabbits!

@Y/nishere @Dream @FundyLive @Nihachu

Watch them compete in the MC Championship on Saturday 14th November 8pm GMT!

You heard Clay running to your room from the kitchen. He knocks on your door and you let a out a soft 'come in.' "Did you see the announcment for the MCC?" "I did, I'm pretty excited!" you say enthusiastically.

You weren't as skilled as Clay but you were excited nonetheless.

It was finally November 8. You were just sitting on your desk staring at your monitor. 'What if I mess up? What if we lose? What if-' All these thoughts were racing your mind. You started bouncing your leg, something you do when you get nervous, and you bit your lip.

Clay was walking past your room when he saw your nervous state. He walked up to you, kneeled beside you, and started rubbing your back. "Are you alright? Do you want some water?"

"I don't want any water" you were still bouncing your leg, but the speed had decreased. "Well, are you alright? You look nervous" "I'm fine, just nervous 'cause this is my first time playing in the MCC and all that" his face softens. "You'll do great! I promise." You look at him and smile.

He kisses your cheek before he gets up and walks to the door and he send you a smile before closing the door behind him.

You boot up Minecraft and sighed, "I hope I do do great."

You were on the last game and you were praying that it wasn't Build Mart and it was gonna be Sands of Time. If you get Sands of Time, you might be able to get into top 3, maybe even first place. Red Rabbits was currently on 5th place. You were having fun but you were still stressed about it.

You and your team were about to vote until you got dunked by the team beside you. You look over to the side to see Orange Ocelots, which consisted of Tommy, Smajor, Wisp, and Quackity. They were all crouching and jumping. Tommy joins the call for a few seconds, "Fuck you bitch!" he says in a sing-song voice. You all burst into laughter. But it wasn't long 'till you looked back to your screen and it read 'Sands of Time.'

"Look guys it's Sands of Time! We might still win this." Niki says excitedly.

"Dose anyone got any sand? I need it." You were currently watching the timer while the others were getting sand for you.

"Yeah I have some. Here." Fundy hands you 7 sand. "Thanks" "How many do you have now?" he starts running back into one of the tunnels he went into before. "Uhmm I have 9 sand." "Okay great"

You were now collecting sand because the one that Fundy gave you earlier ran out. You were running around trying to get sand and heard Niki in the call, "Y/n, help me please I just died." So you ran over to her, freed her from the tomb, and continued getting more sand.

Clay spoke, "Hey how much time we got left?" You glance back at the timer and it read '20.' "Oh shit it's at 20-"

You ran back to the timer to place sand. When you got to the timer, it went down to 10. You placed all the sand you had left and it went back up to 50. "It's at 50 now, we're good."

You just finished Sands of Time and were waiting for the other teams to finish. You were just talking about the earlier games and random things before all the teams finished.

When the scores were counted again, you ended up in 4th place. Not too bad, but could've done better. You and your team were super proud since it was your first time playing.

Green Gaurdians and Purple Pandas were now dueling it out. All the teams were screaming and betting who would win.

You were screaming and cheering but you saw Clay going on mute. You didn't want to be nosy but you were curious on whet he was doing. "Hey guys I just have something real quick." You muted yourself and got up.

Right when you grabbed onto your door knob, Clay opens the door before you. You let out a yelp while he flinches.

"What the hell?" "Sorry, I just wanted to check up on you." he says nonchalantly and giggles.

"So how are you doing? Are you feeling better now than earlier?" "Yeah. I still feel like we couldv'e done better." you said in a lighthearted manner to hide the fact that you were disappointed. But Clay knew you too well.

He smiles and cups your face with both of his hands. "It's okay. Even if you're a little disappointed, you still did good considering it's your first time playing." You remove his hands from your face and hold them. "Thank you, I really needed that." You give him a peck on his cheek then to his lips. "Let's go back, they're probably wondering where we are."

When you got back, they were still fighting, but Green Gaurdians was in the lead. After a few minutes, they came out victorious.

Niki ended her stream and left call because she said that she was tired. You, Fundy, Dream, George, and Smajor just stayed in call for a bit longer just chatting.

"Welp, I'm gonna rest now bye everyone!" bye's and goodbye's erupted from the call. You ended the stream and went to Clay's room.

"Are you still streaming?" you whisper. "Nope, just finished." he turns off his computer and looks at you. "Great! Wanna watch a movie with me and Patches?" "Sure, I'll be down in a bit." you kiss his nose and go downstairs to ready a movie.

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Masterlist, Rules, Taglist

#imagines #preferences #dream #dreamwastaken #mcc #myct #myct x reader #dream imagine #dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #minecraft #minecraft championship #red rabbits #myct imagines #dream team #mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine

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when-residents-are-evil · 3 years

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Journal #1

Author note: Welp! I wrote it anyways!

*10h Wii music video*

This is my first time writing for this fandom and in this format. I thought it would be a nice change from what I usually write / read! I'm planning to write this whole thing like a journal and am reserving some entries for my character's notes (inventory, ressources, informations they might need to survive, herbarium, bestiary, etc). Not sure how it'll turn out or even if I can make it work, but I'll never know if I don't try ^^

I've never done anything like this so I hope you'll enjoy! Notes will be added at the end of the chapters if a previous entry has been updated!

Also, I will only update the entries on tumblr, the "ressources" or "information" chapters will all be on Ao3 ^^

Summary: This book is the property of Samael Ledeuil. I wrote down what happened, different informations and some helpful tips for the person who may find this. If you're lost like me, some of the informations depicted in this book will be essential to your survival. I hope you won't have to use it. Please, if you can, return this journal to my family. If I'm lucky, you won't find this and I'll be able to give them myself, but seeing where this is going, I don't think I'll be able to.

They deserve to know what happened.

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Entry #1

16th April, 2018

Welp. Guess I'm making this. If not to leave a mark, at least for my sanity.

My name is Samael Ledeuil. I bought this book from a guy who calls himself 'The Duke'. I'm in a small village in the middle of Romania, and I have no idea how I'm going to go home. If I'm going back home.

I don't know what's going on here, but I'll use this book to write down what I can find about it. I'm a bit forgetful and I think I'm gonna need to remember most of what I come accross here. Every little detail will be important!

I got attacked on my first night and haven't been able to leave since. Here's what happened; I was supposed to roadtrip on my bike, I had provisions, change of clothes, money. As I was riding almost two weeks ago, I didn't get to the next village before dark, and I still had my torchlight back then, so I thought I'd keep going (at least until I found a clear spot). Good thing I didn't have my headphones on, because as soon as the sun set, I heard rustling leaves and cracking branches.

And I knew it wasn't just me.

I was already scared of the dark before, but this shit was honestly terrifying. I tried to find my way out of the forest or go back on the main road, but I got lost. It was too dark to turn back. So I kept going.

And then, I heard howling. Lots of howling. I don't think it was a wolf. It sounded nothing like a wolf. It was all around me, and I knew I was making too much noise with my bike. So I left it. And I also left my other traveling bag, (the one with most of my clothes, my phone, a few books, etc) because it was way too big to carry discretly. And it's a good thing I did! I wasn't even 20 meters away that something jumped on it and tore it to pieces. I think I cried a little. I know I ran a lot (probably more than my asthma could've handled if adrenaline didn't carry me all this way). I couldn't seen the beasts clearly, it was too dark for that, but I know it's nothing I've seen before. It's not a bear, or a pack of wolf. But it's strong and extremely agressive, and there's a lot of them.

I don't know how long it took me to find shelter, but when I did, I broke in and hid in the nearest closet for the rest of the night after barricading the door and windows. And boy, was this a long night. It took me one hour and a lot of help from my inhaler to go back to a steady heartbeat, but once I did, I could hear the... creatures? Monsters? Things out there. They were... kind of everywhere at once. And what I also noticed, is that no one was in the house I broke into. The owners probably moved out a long time ago.

I would too, if I could.

Once I could see the light crack through the closed doors of my hiding place and didn't hear anything else than the birds squaking outside, I got out. This house is super dusty, and aside from a few furnitures, there's nothing here. Not any personal stuff, no clothes, framed pictures, not even bowls and stuff in the pantries. I checked every room, and it really seems like this place has been abandonned for a while. It's a wooden house and looks like it's going to fall on itself any time. But it did the job for the night, and I gathered my stuff after drinking the last of my water and eating a bit of what I had left. I got out, and saw a dust road leading farher into the forest. I was already lost, so I thought I'd at least reach civilisation.

I ignored the endless, huge footprints all around the house.

I made my way to what is called the 'Village of Shadows'.

Dope name.

Horrible place.

These people really don't know how to handle traumatized tourists. They're bitter and clearly don't like outsiders. Anytime I tried to ask a question about this place, they either ignored me or straight up closed their doors in my face. They said outsiders were herethics and were going t obring death upon their village. They kept going on about a black god and... what was it? Mother Melissa Melinda Miranda. Who the fuck is she? Some kind of cult guru? What did I get myself into? I'll have to be extra careful around here.

I tried asking where I could find food and clothes, and they vaguely gestured to what seems like the town center. That's where I found the guy I mentioned earlier, the Duke. The friendliest face in this wretched place. He's a weird guy, but I like him. I don't know if I trust him, but I know he knows more than he lets on. And he doesn't have any bad intentions, it seems. Good thing I kept most of my money in my backpack, because this guy has a ton of stuff I'm going to need here. Also, when I asked him about the house I broke into last night, he said no one has been seen here in years. So I'm crashing here for now.

I think it's important for whoever might find this journal that I tried leaving multiple times. The third time almost cost me an arm, so I'm laying low and preparing for my next attempt. Which is why I haven't left yet. Please, don't think I already gave up.

I've only been here for 10 days, but I'm sure there's something more about this place than the beasts in the woods. And the cult. I promised my mom I'd never join one, but it looks like if I ever want to go home, I'll have to play the part (at least for a bit).

Anyway! Here's what I should write down:

Important tips

My inventory The content of my backpack

The content of my first aid kit

Rations

A map of this place

Maybe a part about the beasts of the forest (need to investigate)

Others? A list of ressources?

I'll most likely add more, but I think it's good enough for now.

Hopefully, I won't have time to write more before I find my way out.

#resident evil #resident evil village #re8 #re8 fic #karl heisenberg #alcina demitriscu #salvador moreau #donna beneviento #lady dimitrescu #oc #WEEELP #i did it anyway lol #currently writing entry 2 #i hope you guys will like it?#and even if you dont its pretty fun to write

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creek-cryptid-deluxe · 5 years

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WARNING DRAMA AHEAD

(Which is crazy because I try to actively have a drama free lifestyle)

So, awhile back I wrote about some issues in a friend group containing A & Em. Summary: I chatted with Em about A unintentionally making me feel shitty for FINALLY accepting my limitations & making lifestyle & wardrobe changes to reflect that. Em said she'd talk to A because if I did it, A might feel attacked & get defensive.

Day before yesterday, Em dropped by to hang, help me put together a shoerack, and go to a local costume shop that does rentals and serves all the theater departments & dance companies in a 70 mile radius. This shop is amazing, been around since I was little, almost everything is hand made with amazing care and detail, and the decor in their shop is ever changing, detailed, and super fucking cool. ANYWAY, we got on the subject of A, whom I've only seen once or twice since talking to Em about it & seemed ok both times aside from getting legit pissed that I'm better at macrame plant holders than she is. Apparently A currently thinks I dislike her or like her less or something. So I asked Em if I should gently talk to her about it and see if we can reach an understanding. She said she thought it was a good idea h really, I don't like one of my friends thinking I dislike them. So yesterday I pulled together some courage and messaged her. The following is the conversation that occured:

Me: So, I've heard that you are upset and under the impression that I don't like you anymore or like you less or something. So I'm gonna clear the air, but I'm gonna be blunt and honest with you because I'm not down for lying. K? (And let me go ahead and flat out say, I don't dislike you or like you any less)

A:I've just been feeling some reservations toward me lately. Go ahead I can take blunt.

(Spoiler: she cannot take even sugarcoated gentle level blunt)

ME: So here is the deal. My illness is eternal and is only ever going to get worse. In fact, it is constantly getting worse in small, large, and sometimes interesting & unexpected ways. Sometimes it creeps on slowly, sometimes it hits like an anvil was dropped on me. Therefore I am constantly having to adjust my lifestyle, activities, wardrobe... EVERYTHING. Very recently, I realized that I have spent the last 3 years trying to live my old life and just cope so my quality of life has been SHIT. I've finally truly accepted the shithole that is my health for what it is and have started to truly make real adjustments to my lifestyle, hobbies, wardrobe, ect. Because I will never get better and live in about 400 sq ft (at best) that means when I realize something doesn't fit my abilities or needs anymore, I get rid of it. However, I always offer those things to the kids & my friends first before donating them. But here's the thing, when I offer these things to you, I get a load of questions & comments that end up making me feel like I have failed as a person for realizing what has taken me 3 years to realize. For example: when I told you that Julia's candles were my last batch ever, there were loads of 'have you tried...' and 'I'm sure you can find a way.' I know you mean well, but if I'm giving something up, I've truly tried ever avenue to make it work within my limits and it just doesn't. Even after I quit candles in May, I kept the stuff (which took up massive space) until August because I doubted myself and was reluctant to lose another hobby. But I need to face facts and be realistic. Same with the sweater. I am drastically altering my wardrobe for whatever the upcoming season is to fit the fact that I need my cane at all times now (POCKETS) and the fact that my clothes need to be comfy enough for me to get dressed every day not just days I'm leaving the house. I've lived in PJs for the last year and a half and it's not good for my mental health. So all things that don't fit that criteria or my new altered lifestyle must go. And it's going to be a constant process because I'm constantly getting worse. The jewelry making stuff, I genuinely forgot you wanted it because honestly i don't even remember what happened yesterday, so I'm sorry. (I had jewelry making supplies that I can't use anymore due to -15 hand strength, which I gave to Em.)

A: I'm sorry that I've been putting you down and making you feel shity. That's never been my intention. If I ask a ton of questions it's not because I don't understand the severity and challenges in your daily life. I ask so many questions because I often find unconventional wacky solutions to peoples problems all the time and if I can be in the slightest bit helpful in finding a loophole or a way you might not have seen, I thought that would be better than just saying "I'm so sorry to hear that" I figured you hear that enough but idk how often you hear people actually trying to find a way. Like the sweater example, I would have been happy to take you shopping for a fun print material the made you some pockets. Outside like a cool patchwork with awesome prints, or inside like a bond detective. But you were so quick to snap at me and explain your whole situation like I am not taking you seriously. I ask because I want to hear your needs and maybe just maybe be able to help out. But if all I do is make you feel like your grandma did then I'll do you a favor and stop inviting myself over to make you feel shitty. I'm glad Emma always knows just what to say.

Now at this point, I stopped replying. I was kind of shocked at her response. Like, I expected her to explain her intentions, despite me making it clear I knew her intentions were good, because that's what people do. I expected us to discuss how things should be moving forward so I don't continue to feel like a failure. I considered maybe mentioning somewhere in there that if I want help or advice or solutions, I'll fucking ask. But I did NOT expect those last couple sentences where she basically stomped her feet and said well since this isn't going how I want, I'm not playing with you guys anymore.

After careful thought, writing & editing over a 5 hr period, I sent this (which are screenshots from my notes because typing is rough, I wanted to convey what I wanted just right, and now you have to click on them to see the full thing. I'm sorry I've failed you, the reader of this normal convo turned melodrama, in such a fashion.):

She responded at like 2 am (when I was asleep) so I saw there was a response when I woke up, but given the history of her behavior in situations like this (conveyed via Em, who has known her MUCH longer) I decided not to open it just yet, as I'd like to relax and enjoy my day. This shit stresses me out. I don't do drama and tantrums. I don't tolerate it from my teenage Spawn, much less fucking adults. I get the feeling that the response is going to be just as melodramatic & tantrum filled. If this is how she handles her intentions not aligning with the result of her actions that were driven by said intentions, then she's in for a real shock when she leaves the cuddlebox of college and enters the real world. Your boss isn't going to care about how good your intentions were when you accidentally burned down the kitchen of the bakery you work in. They will just care that you burned down their fucking business.

Welp, may as well rip off the bandaid. For you, my dear reader, to have closure I will read the response. Back in a sec.

OMG IT WAS SO MUCH MORE DRAMATIC THAN I EXPECTED.

A:I understand. And I told you where I stand. I am the type of friend that instinctually tries to help those she cares deeply about. I'm not the friend to just sit and feel bad when there's something I can do. But I have been feeling for a while now unwanted and you have confirmed it by not saying anything then, just talking about it to my former close friend, and then throwing it in my face that you have been holding on to a box cuz of me. And like the adult i am, I don't see why I should change the type of friend I am just because some one is ungrateful for it. I'll go help someone else leave their abusive boyfriend's in the middle of the night. for the people I care about I'd do anything, anything except sit and do nothing while I'm told how much worse I make things when I try and help. I will just take my good intentions elsewhere. I have had the worst year of my life but I don't remember you asking me once anyway. I wish you the best buy obviously your life is better without me and my negativity in it. I truly am sorry I hurt your feelings and I never ever wanted to. I cherished your friendship more than you'll ever know and you can ask anyone. But because I can't see myself sitting by biting my tongue around you and waking on eggshells because I clearly can't see the bounty between helpful conversion and being a cunt. Since I respect you so much I'll go ahead and remove that stupid cunt from your life so you won't be put down again.

HOOOLY SHIT. I'm not responding to that giant fucking dramatic pity party. She legit needs to grow the fuck up. Good god.

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