If I'm being honest, I did not know this ship existed. I stumbled upon it by accident and, of course, I fell down the rabbit (or hobbit) hole. If you like this ship, then I hope you will enjoy this. If you don't, then please reframe from reading. This book will involve fluff, smut, angst, etc. ⛔NOTE: I am not the writer of these stories. Full credit will be given to the rightful authors. If you wish for me to not post your work then please DM me on Discord, and I'll remove it.

Art by Wallace Wally Wallerson.

Ranboo has been living by Technos arctic home for a while now. Things have been quite peaceful until soemthing happened...His mind and sanity are now being put to the test. Hello fellow readers! There are triggers for this book so please read with caution, warnings will be placed at the beginning of every chapter needed. If I miss one please do tell me. Triggers will include. •Blood and gore. (This includes descriptive Gore.) •Panic, anxiety, panic attacks and paranoia. •War •Hallucinations •Voices. •manipulation. •Death (animals, people, family, possibly childen, ect.) •Abandonment •Memory issues •sleep deprivation •Animal attacks •Disorientation •Flashbacks •Death during birth (this will make sense in cpt.11) •Mentions of SH(a specific warning will be placed in the peice ot writing for when its mention) More triggers will be added if the need comes.

(Cover art by SAD-ist) Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo have been roaming the city for a while now, doing graffiti, stealing, starting street fights- but times change when the building they were staying in gets demolished, and they're saved by a man who is willing to aid them in any way. The trio don't want this life, though it seems it is being forced upon them with tremendous amounts of affection and kindness. What happens to a bunch of street punks when they realize they might have found home? Guess you'll have to find out. (In all honesty this is just a fic I decided to write cuz I had nothing better to do lmao- angsty bench trio and sleepy boiz family, prob some fluff)

Hello, I made this story when I was 13 and obsessed with the DSMP. Please for the love of CHRIST do not read this and interact with it. The only reason I have it up is because I feel bad taking it down for those who bookmarked it. I do not condone ANYTHING any of these creators have done in the reason years. Especially Wilbur Soot, who is a main focus in this writing. Please do not support people like him and many of the content creators of the DSMP. Then again, do not harass anyone for liking the DSMP. Thank you.

Ranboo's hand closed around the frantically ringing rotary phone, but only after he lifted the receiver to his ear, he noticed a chilling detail. This phone wasn't plugged in. "H... Hello?" ---- my adaptation of ranboo's project, generation loss! don't take ANYTHING in this as canon to generation loss, i genuinely just wrote it for fun! (tags will be accordingly updated every chapter!) (OFFICIAL reupload from ao3!)

Tommy is a prince, he was also a huge troublemaker, so the king, his oldest brother Wilbur Soot, employed a new guard for him. {No ships :) } first chapt publish - 10th january 2021 1,000 reads - 19th january, 2021 5,000 reads - 2nd february 2021 10,000 reads - 11th february 2021 15,000 reads - 17th february 2021 20,000 reads - 24th february 2021 25,000 reads - 6th march 2021 30,000 reads - 18th march 2021 35,000 reads - 2nd april 2021 60,000 reads - 21st july 2021

Wilbur centric SBI adoption AU. Wilbur Soot has been in the foster system for ten years and thirteen homes filled with drugs, abuse and neglect. So when Phil decides to foster him along with his two sons, Wilbur isn't expecting any different. Was in my oneshot angst book but it got too long so this is existing.

"he knew i was a sucker for his dumb british accent and charming looks" ♥︎ schlattbur oneshots for when i want to write my heart away. ♥︎ ~ #1 smplive #5 schlattbur #2 smpearth

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP