The Blak Cafe

we have the worst rating on the app, you sure you wanna eat here?

[coffyblak]

Welcome.

The content here is kind of dubious, but who am i to say what or what not you can do?

Hello, the name's Coffy, and i'll be your waiter for today.

I mostly go by she/her but you can call me by whatever you want to.

What we serve here? Isn't it obvious? We do art of course! But who knows, maybe you can find something new in here someday.

Now

Can i take your order?

Yes / No (Read the waitress' diary)

— Reocurrent Questions —

Are you underage?

No. The Blak Cafe does not support child labor (not anymore)

Who are not allowed in the cafe?

No bigots, no stans, no proshippers, no racists.

Be respectful, mind your own business.

— Warnings —

The art posted here will most likely contain Ocs, Selfshipping, suggestive or Self insert, allergics or intolerants are not recommended to consume our products.

Some orders might have minor blood, gore or other Possible triggers that the staff couldn't identify.

We, of the Black Cafe, are not responsable for possible cringe.

Overall we hope you have the best experience on our humble establishment. Good luck, it'll be a very difficult task.

○ Le Menu ○

• Gourmet ☕️ section : Our incredible section of gourmet coffees imported from various blogs out there in our hellsite

• ☕️ draws somethin : Exquisite cuisine made by yours truly~

• Waitress rambles 🗒 : Curious about what unhinged thoughts go through our lovely waitress' stressed mind? Lets steal that notepad of hers for a peek

• Dish of the day 🍴: There are some of our delicious daily they aren't headcannons

• ☕️ is cookin : We need to cook.

For your safety we recommend you to not come back later~

[coffyblak]

Wish gone wrong.

[redstonedust]

the bravest souls in fan spaces are the people who selfship with a character that already has a wildly popular ship in the fandom. you looked at a tidal wave of fan meta and fics all pairing your fav with another popular character and said okay. but what if i was the one kissing them instead? extremely powerful aura.

[coffyblak]

Finally made their human designs omg.

[yumecherie]

Soft launching my yumeship with d3rlord this is my sfawtde oc, Claire is her outside of Minecraft and Selene is her avatar in it

both her and d3rlord come from a bird like species (that have wings as ears and capes which can turn into wings), the kingdom where Avery was stuck growing the flowers in was their kingdom where she was the princess while d3r was her royal guard. They were in love, but were found out and d3r got exiled out the kingdom for it (leaving him to survive on his own until he found the caves with the kiy)

shes the one who helps avery out of her trance as he was the first person to find her in years, everyone left her kingdom except for her because she was waiting for d3r to come back to her but he never did, not even avery could despite him promising he would bring him back for her. post dawtde the two of them are trying to move on by living a quiet life in a remote village, because she knows thats what d3rlord would’ve wanted, for their wish was to always run away and live a private life together (They will reunite I swear if my life depends on it I just have not thought of how yet I swear—)

In the context of Selene outside of Minecraft tho I imagine she was like Claire’s mary sue oc that she made when she was like 10 during her cringe anime phase that stuck (derek teases her about it even tho his username was also made when he was 12 and he wanted to be edgy)

Selene is named after the greek goddess of the moon as she is the Selene to D3r being her Endymion (how she’s always admiring him from afar)

Claire is named that way mostly cause it popped into my head and I thought it fit her (and also cause it reminded me of an old friend I had) but I realized it also could represent Clair De Lune (which means moonlight in french), and her korean name Eunwol also means “Silver Moon”. All 3 of her names mean moon, and Derek is her sun ^^

And yes Avery is their 3rd wheel both in and out of minecraft, in the case of in minecraft its even more funny cause its 2 beautiful ethereal beings in a fairy tale romance and then their 3rd is just a funny goofy slime man

[yumecherie]

Hola :D

I know we aren't moots but i just wanted to ask how you'd rate my Derek design,,,

So sorry if i'm disturbing.

Have a good day/night ☕️

hello! I have also seen your yumeship around and its also super cute (i always love how your sona/ghast princess looks especially, so pretty)

and I really like how you draw derek here too! this is how lowkey imagined derek when I first got into sfawtde (chud loser energy/aff) but I also liked the idea of d3rlord being like a pretty disney prince as well lolll, absolute peak love it

[sleepy-k0i]

A Man That Doesn’t Exist — II

AMTDE PT I — HERE

WORD COUNT: 3.7K TW: ANGST !! EVERY ONE CRIED :( REQUEST: ANON AUTHOR’S NOTE: so im pretty sure i just did @mellowtoken ‘s Possessing A World That Doesn’t Exist AU…anyways GO CHECK IT OUT RN RIGHT NOW OR RIGHT AFTER U READ THIS ITS SO GOOD PLS PLS PLS !! also have an Easter egg at the end for u @yumecherie 👀 CREDS: thanks @diviniyae for the dividers , & @mellowtoken for the subliminal idea !

You weren’t crazy. Somehow, some way, you weren’t crazy.

Derlorde—Derek—was real and in your Minecraft world. He wasn’t just a figment of your imagination, a troller, it was really him. He was there—responding to you, building and living in your world.

And he enjoyed your company too. He truly did, despite your habit of talking far too much about things deemed silly or childish. He never minded. He’d just listen, and when you agonized over it he’d always say something along the lines of—

“It's fine. I like hearing about your interests. Keep going.”

He never failed to make your heart soar. He wasn’t even flirting, wasn’t trying to be cute or handsome or anything. He just was, and he had you wrapped around his finger.

As the months passed, the two of you grew closer. Despite the fact you two hadn't figured out how he was in your world nor whether you could get him out, you two still bonded nonetheless. Your days consisted of normal, boring work and college, then coming back to him. It was lovely, because he always seemed as excited as you were to be around. He was always there when you got back, even if either of you weren’t in the best mood. 

It was everything you had ever wanted.

Derek suspected something was wrong with your computer when parts of the world began to glitch. 

At first he thought he finally was seeing lag in action—chunks of the world staying gray, the villagers’ dialogue being stunted, all sorts of strange things. But then he felt it, truly felt it.

He had been sitting in the library you had built in the castle. He knew most of the books were empty, except for small pages of words—diary entries that he would quickly put back. He wasn’t supposed to see those, and he was honestly a bit terrified of what he might find in them.

When he sat down, nothing was amiss. He was just bored, if anything. Then, something was tugging at his chest.

He stiffened, glancing around. For once, he had no idea what was happening—nothing had been in front of him, pulling on his armor like that. He stood up, and before he could even pull his sword out—the world gave way.

That was the only way Derek could describe it. It gave way and he was hanging by threads tightly wound around him. His eyes flicked about, yet all he saw was strobing lights and flashes of images—glitching pieces of both Minecraft and your computer. He grit his teeth and shut his eyes, pressing the heels of his hands to them. For once, his headache had stemmed from the outside rather than the inside, but was that really any better? 

He let out a pained groan, one that sounded nothing like himself—corroded, staticy. A part of his mind noted that, but everything else was in overdrive and horribly painful. He wasn’t even sure if he would remember that little detail later. 

Then, he felt his feet hit the floor. He stumbled back, his eyes shooting open as he fell back into his seat.

Like nothing had happened, the library remained untouched. His breaths echoed in the vast room. After being visually assaulted by glitches and computer nonsense, he really wasn’t relaxing any time soon.

For once he hated being right. Something was wrong with your computer.

“Your computer has a virus,” Derek suddenly said after a bout of random silence.

Your fingers froze over the keyboard, your breath stopping for a second. Then, you found it once more, though only to stammer out a small “what?”.

He sighed, his blocky character shaking its head. “Your computer has a virus. I don’t know how it happened though, because I checked—“

“Wait, wait, you checked?” You stood up from your chair. “How?!”

Derek fell silent, pausing in his chopping of a tree. You narrowed your eyes. “Derek.”

He made a soft noise, one of surprise, and it made you grin with delight. He did that, rarely, but it would always strike your heart as adorable.

“I—“ He exhaled deeply, finally lowering his axe. “I figured out a way to get around your computer.”

Your grin fell. “What?! When?! How?! Wh—!!”

“A couple of days ago, the world started glitching. Enough to somehow give me access to the rest of your computer,” he explained, his voice considerably calm for something so insane.

“I haven’t found the source of the virus, or anything that will help,” he finished. He turned to you. “I’m sorry.”

You stared at the screen, still standing over it. Your mind was reeling with the sudden onslaught of information—Derek could go through your computer. Your computer had a virus, Derek could be consumed by the virus too. He could—

“Derek, what…” You swallowed. “What will happen to you?”

He didn’t reply right away, his head turning back and forth as he tried to find a way to reply. “I don’t know,” is what he finally said.

You sat back down, staring down at your knees. Then you sat up straight, clenching your jaw and jerking your chin up. “We’ll figure it out,” you announced firmly, “I promise.”

Derek merely gave you a grunt as you switched tabs.

Derek shouldn’t be doing this. He knew that, and yet he was doing it anyway.

He had quickly excelled in traversing your computer, showing you a couple days later. When you applauded it, he couldn’t help but blush—he never was good with compliments.

But now he was excusing his next venture with the reason of trying to find a source of the virus. He knew damn well nothing of the sort would be in your computer’s photos.

However, Derek wanted to see you, the real you.

He hesitated at the makeshift doorway to your photos, his morals finally trying to pull him back. But his curiosity was too great, and he walked in. 

His breath hitched at the array of photos, at your face. All of them were set up like art pieces in a museum, and he could absolutely see why.

He stared at one of you in a bar—beaming and stunning, surrounded by friends. Your smile was even brighter than he had ever imagined, considering he wouldn’t use his knowledge to see you. He turned his eyes up to the date, three years before now. 

He passed by others, old ones like that where you had bundles of different people around you—some repeating, some never seen again. He almost tripped over himself when he saw one of you in a rather form fitting outfit, and quickly turned away.

He stared at the final picture in front of him, quickly noting the date—more recent, only a year ago. You sat in a plush chair with an acceptance letter as the main focus, but right now you were all he could see.

Your eyes were accented by dark circles, and your once bright smile wasn’t anywhere to be found.

He frowned at the sight, and he turned back to the other pictures. As he walked back and forth, comparing the oldest to the newest, his heart sank.

Was this you now—an exhausted hermit? 

He crossed his arms, wondering if you even hung out with any of those friends from before. He doubted it, considering how long you would spend your time with him. You never even talked about them, or anyone that close to you for that matter. 

Derek’s eyes dropped to the pristine floor. The scenario he thought you were in drew way too many parallels to his last days. He could feel himself overthinking, exaggerating the details, but you were stuck in a room on a game for hours on end.

He shut his eyes, trying to force himself to calm. But the realization that he was keeping you from the world broke him. He cursed, covering his mouth as his breaths began to tremble.

You were purposefully staying here, purposefully ignoring the rest of the world just so you could be with him. Part of him wanted to yell at you for your stupidity, but he knew that wasn’t it. You were lonely, but he couldn’t do anything about that.

Nothing besides talking to you, and keeping you attached to a screen. He couldn’t take you on any dates, couldn’t hold you when you needed it, nothing.

He finally opened his eyes, swiping at his tears with frustrated insistence. But then he stumbled back at the sight that greeted him.

That rainbow corruption, eating away at the walls around him—at the pictures of you and your friends. Derek stumbled back, and quickly sprinted out of the room.

He didn’t stop, passing by every “safe house” because damnit he was scared. He felt like that man again, when he realized what was following him wasn’t human but worse.

Only when he sat at the most empty part of your computer did he finally stop, doubling over to catch his breath. That rainbow code seeped from beneath his feet, and slowly he rose back to his full height.

He clenched his fists, gritting his teeth and shutting his eyes. The pulling had slowly begun to ease away, but only now had he noticed it.

When Derek opened his eyes, the corruption was gone. But no relief passed through him, not a single ounce.

“Why are you trying to teach me German anyways, Derek?” You asked one day, as the two of you built a cabin.

“Well, it's because that castle you first made is heavily inspired by many Germanic castles,” he started. “Well, I assume so—it looks similar to a lot of them, especially Neuschwanstein castle. Also, did you know that.. ”

His words flowed like water, continuing on about the architecture and how they came to be. You wondered if he knew all of this because of the infinite knowledge, or because he was just so intrigued by it. Either way, you listened intently. You ingested his words yes, but soon you began to only enjoy his voice.

Because when he got like this, open and interested enough to rant, he was just so attractive. The cadence of his voice, the way it held confidence without being cocky, it was something that drew you in by nature. He was like a siren, only not trying to kill you. Maybe, or he knew exactly how he made your heart race and was trying to kill you with his stunning voice. Who knew, either way you would take it.

“Ah—uhm, sorry,” Derek suddenly mumbled. “Didn’t mean to talk your ear off.”

You jolted up, waving your hands despite the fact that he probably couldn’t see you. “No no, it’s—it’s fine! That was interesting, and..”

Your cheeks began to warm. God, you could bet your life savings that would sound foolish.

Still he tortured you, provoking you with a soft “And?”

You buried your face in your hands, cursing. “Your voice is nice.”

Silence fell. You wanted to just disappear off the face of the Earth, you made him uncomfortable and you ruined everything—

“Heheh….really?” He hummed, stopping your train of thought right in its tracks. You lifted your head, opening your mouth to insist you did.

But your screen was glitching, rainbows dancing around like you were pressing it too hard. The world had dulled, and only Derek stayed in color.

Only he remained.

“D—Derek?” You tried, despite your panic.

His character glitched, tilting his head. For that single moment, he was real—human, not pixels.

He looked down at himself, then backed up. “I’m—I’m sorry! [Y/N], let me explain, please—“

“You’re the virus..?”

He inhaled, probably to reply, then sighed instead. You could practically see the guilt in his body.

“That’s…that’s great!” You yelped, your eyes watering in glee.

“What?”

“You’re in my computer, you—!” You laughed, grinning like a fool. But before you could continue, he spoke first.

“How is that good [Y/N]?”

You blinked, your smile faltering. “Well, because you won’t be corrupted. You won’t..” You trailed off, the word die hanging in the air between you.

“I’m corrupting your computer,” he stated. 

“But—“

“I almost erased your pictures! Those pictures you had with countless people who cared, I almost—!”

“That doesn’t matter!” You snapped, grabbing the monitor. “I don’t care! You’re here, you won’t get hurt! That’s..”

Your voice lowered. “That’s all that matters, Derek.”

You pressed your forehead against the screen, watching Minecraft slowly fade. Now, Derek sat on your homescreen. He was real, a true man in golden armor.

“[Y/N], when was the last time you went out with those people?” He murmured. You shook your head.

As if he could read your mind, he stated “It does matter.”

“I don’t know,” you finally sighed.

“Do you go out at all? Besides school and work?”

“What’s it matter?! Nobody but you gives a shit!”

He stiffened, his eyes widening underneath the helmet. “[Y/N]…”

“Don’t! Don’t you fucking say it!” You sniffled, shutting your eyes to block the oncoming tears.

“Why not? [Y/N], other people care—“

“Not like you do! Nobody listens like you do, nobody—nobody…”

You finally devolved into sobs, slumping forward to curl into a ball. You felt so damn foolish, sobbing like a baby without food. Derek let you, for what seemed to be a long while. 

Finally, a tap echoed through the screen. You lifted your head, meeting his eyes from beneath the shadows of his helmet.

He flattened his palm against the screen, more rainbows drifting around it. “[Y/N], I don’t exist in your world.”

You wanted to throw a fit at those damned words. You hated how easily he admitted it.

“But that means someone else might.”

You blinked, and for the first time since you began sobbing your tears stopped. He’d gotten you to stop crying out of confusion.

“Characters are made based off of other people, right?” You gave him a shaky nod. “And I’m just a character, technically. So that means someone who ‘listens like I do’ exists.”

You wiped your eyes and shook your head. “But…but I want you.”

Derek pressed his forehead against the screen this time. “I know. And I wish I could have you as well..but..”

His eyes flicked away. “But I can’t be there for you like you need, not like an actual person can.”

Your vision blurred with new tears as you pressed your cheek against the screen. You swore you could feel some semblance of warmth from it.

“Can you make me a promise?” He suddenly asked. You nodded against the screen.

“Promise me you’ll visit Neuschwanstein castle, any of the ones like it. Promise me you’ll go out, have fun, drink until your head feels like it’s gonna fucking explode next morning, just—just do anything!”

His eyes met yours, shining and eager. “Just promise me you’ll live your life to the fullest. Promise me you’ll make yourself happy.”

You let out a sob, wanting so badly to close your eyes again. But you didn’t want to let him out of your sight, didn’t want to waste this time by cowering away. You wanted to shake your head, refuse the offer and just go back to being with him. But with the way he was looking at you, you couldn’t manage.

“Come on,” he encouraged, “I know you can say it.”

You bit your lip for a moment, then released it. With a tremblingly quiet voice, you spoke.

“I….I promise you, Derek. I’ll live. I’ll live and—and I’ll be happy for you.”

The sigh Derek released was one of pure joy. His eyes crinkled, his mouth turning up into a beautiful smile. “Thank you. Thank you, [Y/N].”

Code began to slither down the screen, slowly but surely it would conceal him. You returned to grappling onto your monitor. “Derek!! Wait, I—!”

Before you finish your sentence, it clicked off. What stared back at you was your own tearful face, your own red eyes and cheek. You watched your own eyes widen, then quickly pressed the on button.

Nothing happened.

“No…no no..Derek..” You whimpered. You pressed any key on your keyboard, clicked the on button yet again.

Nothing worked. 

You finally broke, sobs escaping you as you shook the monitor. “Derek!”

Your head thumped against the desk, tears hitting it as you continued to cry your heart out. His words bounced in your head, echoing like the last remains of a symphony in an opera house.

Just promise me you’ll live your life to the fullest. Promise me you’ll make yourself happy.

Derek was gone, again. Only this time he had been more real than you’d imagined. This time, he had been with you, made you promise him to keep going. It was surreal. The only thing that proved his existence now was the vow you had made.

Nobody knew he had been real, nobody but you. So you would keep him as real as you could, and you would live by that vow.

College had been tough, but you overcame and emerged with your bachelor’s degree. Those months after Derek’s goodbye had been rough on you, and for a while you really doubted you could do it. But his words were embedded in your head, and you wouldn't disappoint his memory.

You tried to rekindle those friendships from years prior. Some worked out, some didn’t. The one that worked out was with a cheerful girl, Avery. She shared the same love for A World That Doesn’t Exist as you did, shockingly, and always loved the way you compared her to AverytheMayo. 

The job market was hell for the longest while—stupid fast food jobs two at a time or just horrible work environments, but still you lived in the moment. Then, as if an angel itself had bestowed you a blessing, you became a flight attendant. How? Fuck if you knew, but you loved it. Sure, some passengers were outrageous, but the prospect of traveling made it all the worthwhile.

You had sighed in relief as you stepped off the plane. One of the other flight attendants, Benny, gave you an exhausted yet joyful goodbye. You waved back, your cheeks hurting by with how much you were smiling. Not because you had finally gotten off the plane, though that was one of the reasons.

But because you were finally in Germany, and you would visit the very castle that had started it all.

You were lucky enough to come in May, where the sun was the brightest. However you hadn’t figured out just when to visit Neuschwanstein castle, considering the temperamental nature of Germany’s weather. 

So when you saw the weather for the next week was supposed to be warm and clear, you couldn’t help but squeal and giggle in delight. You immediately began booking a tour, your fingers flying over your phone’s keyboard. The week would be absolutely perfect.

But then it had rained Monday, and the minute you saw the raindrops your heart sank. Your tour was on Wednesday, and if this weather kept up it would be extraordinarily hard to do the tour. Or they’d even cancel it.

You bit your lip, frowning as you slowly sunk into despair. Would you even get to see it? You had to leave at the start of June, and besides this week you had just one more left. 

But you huffed, furrowing your brows and steeling yourself. The weather would work out, and you’d visit Neuschwanstein castle. You had to believe it.

The weather proved wonderful that day, the tour even better. The colors of the castle were exquisite, the roofs tall and equally as beautiful as the murals on the walls. The chandeliers sat high above you, casting a glorious light to the wonderfully polished floors.

The library was gorgeous too—not too large to be overwhelming, but not small enough to be underwhelming. It had been a floor above, and the circular railing in the middle let you look down below. The shelves spanned high, windows letting sunlight pour through into the round room to see the old books. It wasn’t just gorgeous, it was magical.

You stared up at the ceiling, the pink and blue clouds of the paintings above slowly moving in your imagination. It was just too lovely to not stare at.

You finally took your eyes off the ceiling, reluctantly but necessary considering your neck had begun to hurt. You rubbed the back of it, grimacing, then flinched at the sight before you.

Everyone had just…left.

You whirled around, biting your lip. Shit, shit! This place is too big for me to try to figure my way out!

You decided to try one of the exits, quickly scrambling out of the library and looking around. Your eyes whirled around, part of your brain wanting to take it all in. But the main thought right now was fear, so you didn’t take the time to admire everything. You simply rushed forward, trying to find the rest of the group.

Before you knew it, you’d collided with someone. You jumped back apologies already flooding from your mouth.

“I’m so sorry, I—I didn’t mean to stay in there for so long and—“

The man in front of you waved his hand, smiling sweetly. “It’s no problem. The library is gorgeous, so I understand.”

You peeked up at him from beneath your lashes. He stared back with an endearing smile.

“Oh! You’re the assistant tour guide, right?” you pointed out, a smile blooming across your face.

He opened and closed his mouth, his smile giving way to something odd. His dark eyes traveled all over your face, as if you were something to admire rather than a simple person. Your heart raced at the way he stared, feeling your cheeks heat. He was staring so damn intently that it made you want to squirm.

Instead you waved your hand in front of his face. “Sir..?”

He jolted, his curly blonde hair bouncing at the movement. You watched him practically panic and grow a dark red.

“I—sorry—“ He cleared his throat and looked away, putting a fist to his mouth. “Yeah, I’m—I’m the assistant.”

Your smile returned, softer this time. “That’s cool.”

He gave a soft giggle, his eyes flicking back towards yours. He quickly held out his hand, finally uncovering his face to reveal the sheepish grin on his face. “Let’s get back to the group, yeah?”

You stared at his hand for a moment, then gently grasped it and nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

His smile melted, and for a moment you thought of a golden armored man with red hair spilling from his helmet. 

Maybe someone like that did exist.

[coffyblak]

Close ups + a content warning i've made for tiktok that i liked.

[mirx-xko-offical]

hear me out derek being all yearning and touch starved for once, him trying to hold onto you cause he doesn’t want to lose you, he’s literally on his knees for you and laying his head on your lap as he kisses your hands, and your surprised because youve never seen him like this before but he just wants to be in this moment with you, I need to see this man Weak I need to see him Pathetic and YEARNING

I didn’t fall off the face of the earth writing this, whatttt???

shhh guys, this was all apart of my plan

ANYWAYS I love me a big ol’ pathetic man 🙏🙏

I NEED me a man who is willing to drop to his knees for me without question.

Anyways YES I AM LISTENING 🗣️‼️

Yearning!Derek/D3rlord3 x Reader

As always, probably ooc, somewhat short, yearning man, slight sexual wording wrote in a non-sexual sense, etc.

It’s been a hot minute since I’ve last written anything so I apologize is it’s worse than what I usually write.

Never did he think he’d be this desperate to be near you, to feel your skin against his hands.

He could feel the world tightening around him before he could even get back home to you. He felt his breath heavy as he quickly opened the door, his eyes immediately trying to find anything that even remotely related to you.

He stumbled into your shared bedroom, finding you just sitting on the bed, seemingly about to get up at the sound of the door.

The sight of him made you pause however.

Derek, the man who was always one step ahead, the man who always held his head high, the man who currently had dropped down to his knees in front of you without a word, his eyes immediately meeting yours.

It was a silent plea to not leave.

To just allow him to have this one thing.

And you did.

Her let out a shaken breath as his hand crawled up your thigh just to rest at your hip, his head already finding its place between your thighs.

This man, who still looked absolutely gorgeous even when he was clinging onto you like his life depended on it, just let out the smallest noise, his body shaking as he let out a breath of relief.

“Please… just— just stay here with me… Just this once.”

He begged softly, his hands shaking as they wrapped around you, his nose brushing your stomach as your hand found his helmet, taking it off gently.

Now you could see the full extent of the desperation in his eyes.

Your hands eventually found themselves cupping his cheeks, just set holding him like that.

He shut his eyes, his lips meeting the palm of your right hand as his body calmed at the sensation of your touch, unknowingly leaning into it.

He didn’t care about how he looked in that moment.

As long as he was in your arms and he knew that you were safe?

He was more than content.

[coffyblak]

This makes me so happy oughhhhh,,,,

[coffyblak]

in light of recent events.

college AU by @strandpeach on twitter.

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[coffyblak]

No i'm no sweet prince of love.

[obsessivefemcel]

ive been having thoughts of what flowers the gang + sona would be, i think ive got derek and me down

also my sonas name will for now be L because death note reference haha

[sleepy-k0i]

A Man That Doesn’t Exist

WORD COUNT: 2K TW: none , i dont think REQUEST: author’s choice AUTHOR’S NOTE: so uh . i decided to word vomit after seeing this post . yeah . this isn’t proof read + im eepy rn so like — don’t come at me if this is buns -3-“ also new format ! wow !! CREDS: @diviniyae for the dividers & @yumecherie for the idea , thanks yall !

Derek shouldn’t be alive—couldn’t be, actually. 

So why was he in the middle of a field now?

The sky was blue, bluer than anything he had seen compared to the limited view he’d get from his window, and the clouds that passed were as soft as pillows. They looked so easy to reach.

He sat up, blinking back the sunlight—clink!

He froze at the sound, whirling around—clink!

He realized then that the sound was coming from him, and when he looked down at himself?

Golden armor, akin to a Spartian’s, and a red cloak hanging off his chest.

My Minecraft skin?

That’s when it hit him, like a semi truck containing cement he remembered it all like he was reliving it—The King in Yellow, the endless halls and worlds, Avery, their parting, and his own death.

Derek clutched at his head, ripping off his helmet and throwing it a good foot away. Everything ached now, just like it had before.

But then it disappeared, faded away as he tried to catch his breath. It never had faded like that, only came in waves, so he stayed on the ground—tense, waiting for the ache to return. The only thing that remained was a quiet ringing in his ears.

He stretched his hands, staring at the leather gloves. They didn’t feel that bad, surprisingly. Then he shoved his hair back—it was tangled, just as he expected, but significantly longer now.

And..red.

He blinked at the strands in his hand, then slid his gaze to the helmet. It didn’t have a plume, his hair was the plume.

He then stiffened at the realization that he hadn’t known this right away, or anything happening. All he had was ringing in his ears.

Derek exhaled—No use in sitting around, he thought, and got up. He grabbed his helmet and pulled it back on, slipping his ponytail through the notch in it rather easily—like second nature.

He couldn’t believe it, he was in Minecraft! A boyish part of him was elated, but the more sensible part knew something was amiss. How could he be in Minecraft? Was it a soul thing? What—

He grit his teeth, the ringing turning into a siren the instant he thought too hard. He shakily exhaled, his breath whistling through his teeth as he cleared his head. Soon, the nausea had passed.

Huh, I didn’t pass out. Or fall. That’s good, he thought instead, and decided to take in his surroundings.

He was in a lush, green forest, and he could see redwood in the distance. The leaves brushed past, and the only sound that came from the simulated world around him was nature and its creatures. He watched a cow graze and a bunny hop by, simply starstruck by the beauty of it all.

Can’t believe Minecraft of all things rendered this well, he thought with a chuckle. Then again, it always looked beautiful.

This was where his story started, anew. When Derek traversed through villages, the people were rather kind and asked of him. It became a habit of his to help them in exchange for shelter, food, and other things like directions and materials. 

And when they asked who he was? He simply replied with the name he’d given to himself all those years ago..

Derlorde.

You sat in your darkened room, sniffling still. The last part of A World That Doesn’t Exist had you like this for who knew how long, some of your friends even telling you to “grow up”. 

They didn’t get it though, not in the way the people on Tumblr or AO3 did. It was a beautiful masterpiece, a story of perseverance despite the odds.

And D3rlord3–Derek, he had your heart.

It wasn’t so embarrassing by now, you had many fictional crushes, but D3rlord3 had just been wandering in your mind these past days. His intelligence, even before The King in Yellow, was something to die for. And his charisma? If a person in real life like that talked to you like he did, you’d be married by now.

But nobody existed like that in real life. So what did you do? What you did best.

Daydream, then play Minecraft, then go to sleep. You still went to college, sure, but Minecraft felt more important than that now.

You built, and built, and built—things that may be possible in real life, but never as wonderfully. You built everything from cottages to floating castles, fantasy villages to simple mushroom houses.

This new world you built had been in tribute to D3rlord3. You’d built things you would think he’d like—like the aforementioned castle, only with secrets behind paintings and passageways hard to find.

But all you could do was re-explore it yourself, over and over again, and pretend D3rlord3 was by your side. You’d daydream how he’d applaud your redstone usage, and how much time you’d put into this.

But when all was said and done? Nobody was there to ogle it. Only you were, because this was your personal haven—your single player world.

Derlorde had been traveling on foot for some time. Despite being in a game, he still got exhausted from walking, hungrier than expected, and simply needed a place to stay for the night.

He’d figured he could survive the night, figure out where the closest village was with too many thoughts and a long ass headache, but what greeted him had him almost tripping over his feet.

He couldn’t believe it. When he stepped out of the snowy forest, the land was cleared for miles. What stood in place was a castle. A fucking castle!

He just stood there, like a little boy, his body bouncing on its own because how could it contain his joy? It was utterly stunning, majestic even. It seemed heavily based on the Neuschwanstein castle, a place he’d only heard about in his time in Germany all those years ago. 

But his excitement had halted, because this wasn’t something that just spawned in. This was created.

Meaning Derlorde was in someone’s world.

And he stiffened as he heard you walk out of the gates.

Your hand stiffened at the sight on your screen.

A speck of gold and red, way out in the distance. 

I’m tripping, you thought. I must be delusional.

Still, you moved your character forward. Slowly, like you didn’t want to investigate further because, well, you didn’t.

This was a single player world, you’d know! So who the hell—

d3rlord3: hi?

Your whole body tensed this time, and in complete shock you shoved your chair back. You grappled, trying not to fall out of it, then rolled it forward.

It was him. It was him! It was D3rlord!

“I’m…sleep deprived,” you halfheartedly mumbled, yet your hands slowly moved over your keyboard.

Y/N: derek?

Your heart began to race, your breaths quick. Your mind raced, then you finally caught up to it.

Y/N: sry, cool skin! rlly spot on

You held your head in your hands. What were you thinking? This wasn’t the D3rlord, wasn’t your fictional crush incarnate in a fucking single player world!

“Single player..” you muttered, then seized.

d3rlord3: Yes?

Y/N: WAT HOW R U IN MY WORLD??? WHAT THE FUCK???? GET OUT DUDE

Now your heart was doing palpitations, too quickly, because a fucking hacker was in your world. That had to be it. You’d ban the son of a bitch, get a whole new set up if—

d3rlord3: WAIT.

d3rlord3: Wait. Please. Can I just..try to explain?

Your cursor hovered over the menu, your eyes locked onto the username and the words from this player. The username was exact, not even a capital D instead of the lowercase like you’d seen before. The skin, now that you were hovering close enough, was the same as well—though people could replicate it easily. 

Still, the way he typed, it was like an actual person speaking.

You exited, and despite a muddled alarm going off in the back of your head, you replied.

Y/N: fine. tell me before i ban ur ass.

Derlorde panicked. What the hell was he supposed to say? “Sorry, I thought this was a single player world that I woke up in after fucking dying from a king in a not-so-fictional play?”

He groaned, clutching his head again. That ringing, it was worse now that this new player was in closer. 

No, not ringing..a voice?

It wasn’t The King’s, he could assure himself that. It was a person’s, a quiet and..alluring one?

He blinked rapidly, trying to decipher the muddled words.

He’s not real.

I’m sleep deprived.

That’s such a cool skin though.

They talk like how D3rlord3 does though, super full sentences and everything. Maybe it is him—?

ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?! ITS A HACKER—

He stood up straight, staring up at this person’s skin. It was them, they were the source of the voice.

The voice talking—thinking?—about him.

Sadly, he’d decided to think about this too hard, and many things arose in his head unnannounced—an ARG, him as the protagonist on a quest, Wifies the creator “finding” his videos and documents, Avery—

Avery. Only being fictional to the world.

Derlorde’s eyes flicked open, teary. Avery wasn’t real? No, no he swore he was. He knew everything about the man, if he thought long enough. He knew what he looked like, what his voice would sound like, he knew.

He knew Avery was real. Derek knew he was real.

He tried to catch his breath, his vision swimming as he cleared his head and tried to tune out your voice.

Finally, he spoke again—

d3rlord3: My name is Derek Hutchins. I’m the guy in the ARG you saw recently. 

d3rlord3: Me, Avery, everything you saw in those videos was real. I’m real.

You stared at the words, baffled. Then, you snorted, and burst into laughter. You couldn’t help but let your forehead fall into the keyboard, and when you sat up you only laughed harder as you saw the jumbled mess you’d accidentally sent.

Y/N: wo1874ejdjwosn376;!dk

Y/N: SRY LOLL

Y/N: JS

Y/N: THATS FUNNY. ur not him, who r u?

You rested your chin on your hand, grinning to yourself as you finally managed to stop giggling. Did this person take you as a fool? How naive—

d3rlord3: You watched the videos over again recently. For some reason, I’m all you can think about.

You rapidly blinked, your heart speeding up. Your lack of a response gave him room to type again.

d3rlord3: I wonder why. Am I that, what was it? Charismatic, you said?

You let out a quick huff, your cheeks growing hot. How did he know this all this stuff?! Sure, you posted about D3rlord3 way too often, but damnit you hadn’t said that yet..had you?

Y/N: wow ok. stalking my tumblr?? freakyyyy

You leaned back, pouting at the screen. What a weirdo, stalking your socials like a—a stalker!

d3rlord3: Oh god no, I don’t stalk socials. But if I did, what would I find?

You froze at the question. Besides the fact that he somehow read your mind, reblogs began to flood your brain—detailed drawings of D3rlord3, then ideas of what Derek himself looked like, fanfiction where everything worked out in the end, fanfiction where you—

You let out a squeak, jumping up from your desk and pacing your room. What the hell?! What’s wrong with this guy? Why—

“Damn. That’s…uhm, detailed.”

You whirled back to your computer, staring at it in shock. The disembodied voice said nothing for a long while, but then it spoke—as if he was surprised.

“…Can you hear me?”

“I…..” You barked a laugh. “Oh my god, oh my god I’m fucking crazy!”

You slid back into your chair, sitting on the edge as you began to type.

Y/N: get off my stuff hacker, before i leak ur ip

But right as you sent that, he replied back—both in chat and verbally.

“You’re not crazy, I promise you. I’m real, please. Just let me explain.”

If you could grow redder, you probably did. His voice, it was so clear in your head—smooth, undertones of sweet kindness running through his cadence. It made your heart only quicken.

You sighed, deep and low. “Fine, fine..” 

When you went to type your answer? He replied before you did.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

And the way Derek said your name had you reeling with glee. It was so, so right coming from him. 

So maybe you’d give into this madness, this obsession for a man who never existed, because there wasn’t anything better to do besides that.

[obsessivefemcel]

just kiss alreadyyyyyyy stop dreamily admiring eachotherrrruh

also is my derek design peak :3 there’s SO many amazing designs of him I can’t choose ahhh

[coffyblak]

Stupid idea i had.