"But... gods can't die right?" Badboyhalo sighed; he would regret his next words. "Yes, Skeppy, we can. If one of us were forced to drink a mixture of wine and god's blood, we could be killed." "But how?" "Not now, Skeppy. Let's talk about something else." --- If minecraft youtubers were gods, sounds like fun. --- AU inspired by dorkapye on Instagram! God artist - go look at the beautiful work she's done. (I have her permission to make this and use the art.) TW // blood, trauma, amnesia, death (There won't be chapter warnings) Inconsistent updates :D

Lucy, Darryl's little Maltese, was the only thing that got him through the days of senior year in high school, his anchor for when he felt anxious (which was quite often). Her fluffy fur was his comfort on lonely nights. She was his savior. He felt like he could finally make it through the year with her. But, well, therapy dogs can't go everywhere, and Darryl is forced to go without her and brave the terrors of the world alone. Until, two very important things come along: a speech, and a boy by the name of Zak --- ! THE CONTENTS OF THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN MATERIAL THAT SOME READERS FIND TRIGGERING! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK |vomiting, nausea, and themes of domestic abuse| Written by asy

"--with a love so sweet it makes me sad." completed as of august 4th 2019 ••• *please know this was just for fun and in no way is trying to harass bbh or skeppy. i love them very much as youtubers and i do know that they are just friends :^)