(I have once again archived lost media no one cares about)
Linked here is an Archive.org upload of all of the Yogscast fics listed in the Ao3 Final Location reserve. (This is a multi-gigabyte database that has archived millions of fics, many of which are now lost media.)
I have done the due diligence of sorting through, downloading, and reuploading all of the Yogscast-related ones to its own listing on Archive.org for ease of access. Currently it includes ~3200 fics from 2012-2021, I will be adding more recent fics later.
To access go to Download Options > Show All > /Downloads. In that folder there are several other folders each containing varying numbers of fics depending on how many were in the original Final Location folders. The smaller the number of the folder, the older the fics contained.
The files are not very well organized, but each .txt file is labelled with the fic’s title and author, which can be used as identification. The individual files also include all of the raw data about the fic that can be used to identify specific ones. I found it easiest to scroll through the files after downloading them with the preview open so the descriptions are visible.
Please enjoy some of the lost fanfiction of the fandom. :]
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“Why’dya gotta be so persnickety, hm?” Honeydew complained as Xephos stared at the contents of his plate halfheartedly, having only managed a few bites. The dwarf was desperately trying to get the man to warm up to Minecraftian food, to not much luck. The only thing he really consistently liked was plain bread and apples, and Honeydew wasn’t content with that at all.
“C’mon, ‘Dew, it’s vegetables. No one likes vegetables,” Lalna protested exaggeratedly on Xephos’ behalf. Xephos couldn’t help but agree. The food group of ‘vegetables’ tended to have the worst textures and tastes of all the foods on this planet.
He missed his ration bars.
“Just because you have the diet of a child and eat pasties all day doesn’t mean he should, too,” Honeydew lectured. Lalna rolled his eyes. The human had tried to convince Honeydew that the alien eating anything was better than trying to force him to eat ‘properly,’ but Honeydew was determined to help the man find at least a few balanced meals he liked.
“…I like pasties,” Xephos sulked to himself. Lalna offered him a sympathetic smile, looking a bit goofy as he did.
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“What do you mean you knew?” Honeydew narrowed his eyes as his voice grew louder.
“I dunno, wasn’t it kinda obvious? Head trauma from crash, issues recalling his past, not realizing he could do things he doesn't remember learning,” Lalna counted his examples off on his fingers.
Honeydew frowned, looking deep in thought. Lalna continued.
“What did you think it meant when he acted all weird and cagey about that stuff?”
“I dunno! I thought he was just being weird! He says weird shite all the time!” Honeydew exclaimed.
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moving forward, you may notice some posts under a new ‘lost fics’ tag. these are usually fics that were under read mores that are now inaccessible due to the user deleting the post or deactivating. I used to keep them in drafts since they were essentially useless but have decided to start posting them normally.
If you have a copy of any of the fics posted, I (and I imagine much of the yognaught community) would be extremely grateful if you added them to a reblog or DMed them to me to do so myself.
Fics that are found will be under the tag 'recovered fics' Thank you in advance!
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Lalna blinked as he entered from the sudden brightness of the fluorescent bath lights, but easily recognized Xephos’ slim silhouette hunched over the toilet. He was panting from the aftermath of what Lalna could only assume was upheaving the contents of his stomach. His head rested against the porcelain rim.
Lalna crouched next to him and placed a hand on the small of his back. Xephos flinched, and Lalna heard a muffled, “Sorry.”
“Not feeling good, eh?” He joked. Xephos turned his head and gave him a semi-irritated look as if to say, ‘Gee, you think?’
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AKA, Xephos falls ill with a stomach bug and Lalna takes care of him (while simultaneously being very soft about everything.)
Of Magic Spells and Demi-Gods [1/?] [Yogscast Demi-God AU]
Title: Of Magic Spells and Demi-Gods
Pairing: None
Rating: T
Genre: Adventure/Supernatural
Words: 1331
Warnings: None yet
Prompt/Summary: “There’s been an upset somewhere, and I don’t know what it is, but it reeks of blood magic. Something like this could destroy us, and even the world.” Minecraft/Demi-God AU. The world is at peace. But the Demi-Gods feel blood in the air, and things are about to get worse than they could ever imagine.
A/N: So, I had to fix it a bit since my computer died, but here it is. Tbh, it’s better as it goes, but I needed to get the intro out of the way. Enjoy, in any case. -Xyrnys
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It’s beautiful, isn’t it? The world that we helped create? The very one that we allow our feet to grace every single day. But the planet hadn’t always been so beautiful. That was the reason we were born. The world was ugly. Chaotic. Disordered. But, under Notch himself, we were born to this planet to fix the problems that his people had created. And now, this is what we have.
This is Minecraftia.
Ridgedog wasn’t sentimental, but to him, Minecraftia was simply beautiful. Even with it’s flaws, which included the careless Minecraftians, the monsters, spaceship crashes, and natural disasters, there was something wonderful about the ground beneath his feet. Though, if one were to ask him, he would deny the very thoughts that raced through his head.
However, in the serene, early-morning hours, while the outside world was still and quiet, Ridgedog felt secure in just appreciating the massive landscape. The world in which he was sent to protect. Maybe, on a good day, he did just that. But, in a way, he wasn’t like Kirindave; he chose to let the Minecraftians make their mistakes. He’d only fix something if it got dangerous, or damaging to the point where Notch would send him back to the stars if he didn’t help with repairing the damages. Luckily, Kirindave was much more willing to play babysitter most of the time; it meant that he could have the ‘caring’ part of the job, and Ridgedog was enabled to act like a fool.
It wasn’t to say that he didn’t care about the creatures that lived on the planet, because the brunette truly did. He cared too much, he’d say. But Ridgedog had a very carefree and rambunctious personality, almost to the point where it deeply annoyed those around him. After a while, it was expected of Ridgedog to play the part of the trickster and be an annoying git, so that’s the way he stayed. Unless he and Kirindave had a reason not to be, of course.
The world was seldom in true danger; the last time he could recall having to put forth any effort was when Sjin set off a Red matter Explosive in their base, threatening to eat the entire world if it wasn’t stop. It had taken the two Demi-Gods a lot of effort to stop it, and for a few days, Ridgedog and Kirindave returned to the stars to recover their physical forms, leaving the white mages in charge of watching over the planet while they were away. Now, in the peaceful setting the world was currently in, Ridgedog chose to mess around with the mages, appearing at random to flirt or cause a bit of harsh weather conditions. He would never hurt them on purpose, however, and was very careful about what he made the girls experience.
Being lost in his thoughts, Ridgedog hadn’t realized that the sun had risen completely until the voices of someone yelling from the ground below penetrated his concentration. It was at that moment that he also realized that he’d absentmindedly flown from his domain in the mountains all the way to the JAFFA factory, as the voices he could hear belonged to Xephos and Honeydew. While he couldn’t hear much, he knew they were arguing about something, and Ridgedog wasn’t willing to miss out on an opportunity to fuel the argument. Smirking, Ridgedog flew down to the land below, carefully landing in between the two. “Good morning, lads. Nice day today, isn’t it?”
“What do you want now, Ridge?” Honeydew’s voice was rough and impatient; quite fitting for a dwarf if Ridge had any say in it.
“It looks like some dwarf woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.~” Ridgedog laughed, flying just out of reach as Honeydew swung his axe at him. “Now now, little dwarf. No need for such senseless violence.”
Honeydew simply snorted, swinging his mighty axe over his shoulder. “There’s always a reason for violence when you come to visit, Ridgedog. What games do you want to play now?”
Ridgedog pouted, feigning an offended demeanor. “What, I can’t come by and visit my favorite playmates without having a bigger scheme in mind?” He laughed at Honeydew’s eye roll. “How silly of me to think that you would trust me for any reason. However, I just ended up here this morning. I’m not really here for anything, but where’s the scientist?” He glanced around, just noticing the missing body. “He’s usually out here bumbling about with you folk.”
“Lalna’s fixing a machine.” It was the blue-eyed space man who answered this time. “You know, the generator that you and Kirindave broke the last time you visited us?”
“Hm…. Generator… You know what, Xeph? It’s not really striking anything in the old memory.” Ridgedog winked at Xephos, earning a grimace in return. “But here’s what I’ll do for you. I’ll go visit Kirindave myself and see if he remembers this. Until then, I guess I can leave you to do whatever you were doing before I arrived.”
Xephos looked on in astonishment as Ridgedog started to fly away. “Wow, you really must not have planned on visiting. You haven’t disturbed Lalna’s work or broken anything yet.”
“Oh, don’t worry yourself, my dear space man.” The Demi-God smirked as he flew away. “The day’s still young, and I’ll be back. I always return, don’t I?”
Once the JAFFA factory was but a blur, he slowed down. He hadn’t wanted to cut his visit short; he was just getting to the fun part of their conversation. But another visitor had arrived, and he could tell that the visitor had something important to say.
“It’s about time you noticed me, Ridgedog.”
“Oh, my dear Kirindave.” Ridgedog winked at his horned ally. “To what do I owe this impromptu visit? You’re quite a way away from your domain.”
Kirindave merely snorted. “So are you, if you hadn’t noticed. Or have you taken up residence with the Honeydew Inc. mortals now?”
“You’re all business and no fun.” Crossing his arms, Ridgedog feigned annoyance, but he could see that Kirindave was troubled. “So, what brings you here, anyway? I know this isn’t a casual visit.”
“The natural order is upset,” the horned male responded. “There’s a stink of blood in the air, and I’m betting it has something to do with those blood mages out by Blackrock Castle.”
Ridgedog raised an eyebrow. “You came all the way out here to tell me about blood magic? Are you getting paranoid in your old age, Kirindave?”
“I’m not messing around! There’s been an upset somewhere, and I don’t know what it is, but it reeks of blood magic. Something like this could destroy us, and even the world.”
“You have my attention.”
Kirindave seemed irritated. “I don’t have any other information to give you. But I don’t see why this would be a bad time to stir up trouble.”
“What makes you say that?”
“It hasn’t been long since the world was almost destroyed by the Red Matter Explosive.” The horned Demi-God glanced Ridgedog’s way. “The spirit of the world is still a bit weak. That would make for cheap sacrifices and easy power.”
Ridgedog nodded his agreement. “If that’s the case, then maybe we should actually do something before they can gain too much power.”
“Right. Where do you suppose we start?”
“Well, I can go see Lomadia. She was closest to Rythian, after all.”
“That may make her hard to work with, I do hope you realize this.”
The brunette nodded. “But she could also be the most helpful, if everything works out.”
“Agreed. And I can take on my human guise and go visit Strife.” He turned away from his companion. “Let’s meet back up in your domain, Ridgedog. Mine’s a bit harder to access these days.”
With a huff, Ridgedog shrugged. “That’s fine. I always knew you wanted to see the castle anyway.”
