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“Philza Minecraft," Dream says, slowly. There's a hard edge to his voice. "What's a man like you doing in a place like this?”
Dream is still there, still a threat, still banishing his sword, but the threat of swords crumble in the threat of obsidian wings. And the threat of obsidian wings crumbles in the threat of another sword being unsheathed and a gait too heavy to be any of the people from L’Manburg that come from behind Tubbo.
“He is not the only one,” a voice rumbles from behind—deep, echoing, and terrifying. “He’s just the flashiest.”
Tubbo looks up and wishes he’s surprised to meet the eyes of the Blood God.
Or: The SMP has no idea exactly who Tommy and Wilbur’s family is.
So imagine their surprise when—after Wilbur enlists his family to come help finish the war between L’Manburg and the Greater Dream SMP—it’s not another scrappy nobody with a too loud mouth and too many dreams that shows up in the midst of war. No, instead, Wilbur and Tommy’s family happen to be Technoblade, the Blood God, and Philza fucking Minecraft.
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10 Feb 2026
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kintsugi eggshells by eveleni
Fandoms: QSMP | Quackity SMP, Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
06 Aug 2025
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Kintsugi (noun) the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by sealing the cracks with gold
That’s when Chayanne noticed the bright pink hair, and his eyes turned huge.
“Holy fucking shit, you look like the potato man.”
The arm supporting him stiffened.
“What did you just call me?”
Or, the eggs wake up in an unfamiliar land, with some rather familiar faces.
this is a rewrite of the original that i released in 2023!
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to where will you go, child? by bunflower for pointvee
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP
24 Mar 2022
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It is burning alive, a witch on a pyre, an angel falling from grace. Its wings spread out to catch it, and their tattered, ruined edges are burning too, embers spilling into the darkened sky as it plummets toward the earth like the last sparks of a dying star. It lives and it breathes and all it knows is agony. It is not only burning, but rotting, and with every rattling breath it feels as though its lungs are being torn asunder, as though its very insides are falling apart into cinders.
It is dying from the inside out, and it thinks, as it lies weightless in the space between the light and the dark, that perhaps this is the fate it deserves.
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OR: Bun writes a poisoning Kidza sick-fic hurt/comfort extravaganza inspired by "Oh Dear, Can You See Me?" by FindingKairos.
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05 Feb 2026
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“I’m sorry for making you wait,” he breathes. She presses another kiss to his lips, silencing him, stealing his words away. I love you, the kiss says, better than any words ever could. I love you, her hands say, as they cradle his face as though he’s the most important thing in the entire universe. I love you, her smile says, as she pulls away to meet his gaze, her joy enough to steal his breath away all over again. And she can have it—every breath, every heartbeat. It all belongs to her—it always has.
“That’s alright,” Kristin says, as patient as she always has been, forever waiting two steps behind the ones she loves. “We have all the time in the world.”
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OR: Phil dies, and is finally reunited with his love.
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04 Feb 2026
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Technoblade is on the ground. Technoblade is on the ground, bleeding, and he’s surrounded by half a dozen men. Phil’s wings beat against the air once, twice—and then Technoblade screams again, and he’s diving toward the ground with a shriek that rips from his lungs with the force of a freight train. It shatters the sounds of battle, pulling heads up from their fights, making even the men surrounding his friend pause, eyes widening as the Angel of Death streaks toward them, a blur of dark feathers and extended talons tearing through the sky.
They have half a second to stumble away before he’s on them.
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OR: BAMFza kicks some ass. That's it, that's the fic.
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04 Feb 2026