[AN: This is resulting from a private chat where we speculated about Ango’s gaming habits. Sweet fluffy Young Ango fic ahoy]

Sky. The sun was a square, and so was the moon, far below. Taako blinked, and the world was made of cubes that were seemingly made of smaller squares. Standing across from him was a humanoid figure made out of squares and rectangular prisms, that only vaguely looked like his little Angel. Except they were the same height.

The mountains were made of cubes. The trees were made of cubes. Even the animals were blocky. The plants were… weirdly flat.

“Sweetie?” said Taako. “What the fuck?”

“This is Fantasy Minecraft, sir. A virtual experience in a tetrahedral world.”

“Explain that to me again like I’m a kid your actual age, please?”

Ango giggled. “Everything’s made of blocks, Papa. We get materials, make things with them, and build stuff.”

Taako felt vaguely disappointed. “That’s it?”

Another blocky humanoid figure popped in. All black, with a skull instead of a face. Well. A skull made of squares. They stood very still for a moment and then looked around. “What… is this?” said Krav’s voice.

“Hi, babe,” cooed Taako. “World’s made of cubes. Can you dig it?”

“We’ll be doing a lot of digging, Papa,” said Ango. “But first, let’s go over the controls.”

It was a very educational handful of hours, in which Taako and Krav learned how to punch trees, make certain tools, then use those tools to break and gather other blocks.

Krav, a few millennia older than anyone else, repeatedly failed to understand anything. “Why’s my scythe called a ‘hoe’?”

“It is a hoe, sir. Use it on the ground to make ploughed ground.”

“It just turned back into dirt!”

“That’s because you have to plough within four blocks of water, sir.”

“It’s not working, love…”

“Da-a-a-ad… you’re trying to plough sand!”

Taako, meanwhile, had discovered that he could knock down grass, and was in the process of discovering that the blocky chickens wanted the seeds in his hand. “Someone get these fucking ducks away from me!”

Krav gave up on trying to plough the sand and attempted to reap some chickens. “I’ll save you, my Dove.”

“Papa… Da-a-ad… It’s okay. Chickens are harmless.”

There was some raucous squawking, puffs of smoke, and scattered chicken meat and feathers. 

“Your toime ‘as come, miscreants,” said Krav. “Oi. Where’d me scythe go?”

Ango could have helped. Theoretically. He was far too busy laughing his little seven-year-old lungs out. “Oh my gosh,” he kept repeating.

They would later learn that they were lucky they were playing on Peaceful.

[TAZ prompts remaining: 7]

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Well, if you chance by FЯEE KATZ then you’ll know that Taako straight up adopted seven children of an indiscriminate mother. Mostly because he’s a big softie and doesn’t want any living thing to exist with nothing and no-one.

In rough order of naming:

Weepo - “scrambled-egg” calico with no clear pattern. Does a very good Taako impersonation with her purring. Settles next to a person as a sign of affection. Most likely to bring in live prey.

Blitz - Mostly grey, white spats and a tail spot. Grows up to become undisputed Fluffiest Cat in the house. Foot-stalker, pen-chaser, and most likely to bring you dead vermin with an air of unbounded pride in himself.

Socks - Black cat with white socks (knee-high) and a tail spot. Has a blaze on their chest. Cruise-by smudger [they walk close past you and lean on the way through] and most likely to bring in random objects [I hunted you this leaf/clothes peg/bit of string be proud of me]. Perches on ankles/feet and complains when the perch-ee moves.

Caleb - Ginger with white blaze, tail spot, and tum. Fucking loves Angus [don’t we all] and will partially occupy any random Angus body part while our boy reads. [partially occupying is a cat thing where they sit their front or their rear on a thing, never the whole body] Places paw politely on books as a request for scritches. Preys on vermin, eats the evidence.

Neapolitan - Calico with definite stripes, though her ginger has a mackerel pattern. Second-fluffiest cat in the house and complete cuddle slut. Anybody’s friend for pets and love.

Asshole - That one cat who acts out for attention. Mostly white with a brown ‘hat’, saddle, socks, and tail spot. Machiavellian plotter and serial objet d’art destroyer. Most likely to eat the houseplants. May deign to sit on Taako’s lap (and then fart). Frequent attitude of, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I proudly present to you… my ass!”

Lord Specklemont Gripthigh Esq. - Mackerel tabby in hues of greyish-brown. Very fancy lad, sits properly or loaf-forms. Never sprawls. Asks permission to occupy a lap by gently tapping an unoccupied thigh with a front paw. If he kills anything, he’s polite enough to not mention it. Doesn’t participate in the 5PM Cat Cyclone, but actually uses the 2kGP exercise wheel that Taako purchased when they were all kittens. Nicknamed “Specky”, but glares at you if you use it in his presence.

Once again, @lauren-nicole813 [tumblr isn’t letting me tag you soz] has sent me some lovely sketches of my headcannon for Taako. They keep insisting that this isn’t “real art” and I’m boggling. This is art. It is real. Therefore it is real art.

Edit: Just now realised they changed their handle to @dualityandsuch [sorry, I love your stuff but I’m a bit thick]

[Images Describe: Two sketches of Taako from The Adventure Zone. Taako is a plump Elf with deerlike ears and dappled skin. First image is of Taako from the knees up, he is wearing a fashionable, star pattern robe with a low V neck, a choker and a slightly floppy wizarding hat with a star on the point. He carries a clutch purse and is posed with his right hand to his to his neck in a ‘who, me?’ pose as he looks to the right. His hair is long and wavy. Second image is Taako from the waist up. He’s supporting his chin with his right hand and the elbow upraised like he’s posing for the viewer. He’s wearing a scoop-neck garment with no sleeves and an image of an open umbrella and rain on it. He has two-tone hair that is short in the back, with bangs, and long side pieces in front of his ears. According to the artist, this is a wig.]

I haven’t got to any prompts I can’t handle, yet. I presume if someone sent me something squicky [eg: paedophilic content is on my no-no list. Will not write that bullshit] the response is most likely to be a stern telling-off, if I don’t just delete the prompt.

It takes me an hour or two to write a story for a prompt. I usually turn on Critical Role (I’m catching up with Season 1) so I have a specific thing to zone out with between spates of inspiration. I am prone to wiki walks and just plain forgetting what I’m supposed to be doing, and Critical Role helps me stay in one place. Mental Junebugging if you will.

[For those of you not familiar with the concept - Junebugging is what the ADHD set do to unfuck portions of their habitat. They set a mental tether to one specific area and that’s their return point. I’m just doing that with editing windows. I don’t have ADHD, I just do a remarkable impersonation of it]

Thanks for the love, friendo. Be sure to visit internutter.org and look in on all the other projects I have going. You’ll soon see that I can’t not write. Hopefully something I do for other interests will interest you.