An AU where the hunted may have a chance. What do you do when the universe is practically all cyborgs? Or if your friends are apart of the 10% population that are humans but have powers? Yeah. I don't know what I'd do either.

*trigger warnings at the end of summary my lips brushed against yours and all i could remember was the artifical soda on your mouth. your tanned hands intertwined with mine, the world missing from our view. did your lips always have a chalky aftertaste? >pov. bbh tw // -angst -implied suicide

"seven minutes in heaven? more like seven HOURS in heaven!" or in which Zak didn't expect to spend the entire night of his 23rd birthday in Darryl's downstairs bathroom. - I respect the people my stories are based on, and therefore refuse to write smut.

DISCLAIMER: This story is just for fun, I only ship the fictional personas of Skeppy and BadBoyHalo. Skeppy and BadBoyHalo are close friends who troll each other in Minecraft and upload it to Youtube, what happens when too many feelings get involved?

Cover art credit: @Aremiin Darryl lives his life as the pastors son, completely engulfed in his fathers religion and being prepared to follow in his footsteps once he has passed. On one normal Sunday morning Darryl finds himself sitting next to the new kid in town, and boy is he something. In no way do I ship the real life people, all though I use their real names I do not ship them, only their persona's. ⚠️Trigger warnings⚠️ • Heavily Religious based (Christianity). •Physical, verbal and emotional abuse. •Homophobia. •Slurs. •Underage drinking. And no, this doesn't contain smut. I do not support Wilbur in any capacity, he deserves whatever he gets.

Once again, Bad's server was being griefed by Skeppy. Bad knew Skeppy put on a persona when he trolled him, yet it didn't stop hurting. For whatever reason the hurt, the tears, the hateful words wouldn't go away. That is until Bad heard familiar a voice in his dreams. This is a goodboyhalo book. Tw: Self harm Unhealthy relationships Cover art is by Sakibeans

"I Believe in you Zak! I believe that you can be good! Only if you try!" The Angel said, looking at the boy in front of him. Zak only stared back with emotionless face, before spreading his demon wings and flying away, leaving Darryl speechless. //art belongs to arashineko_arts on Instagram

❝𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘧, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘹𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.❞ ---------------------------- Zak told himself that after the events of last summer, he'd never go near that house again. The school is a popularity contest he's had his fair time mixed up in. But when his secret is threatened, Zak is forced to take action to protect what he hates most. ---------------------------- Completed ✔️ No smut ✔️ Trigger warnings: blood, mild gore - some warnings unlisted for spoilers, proceed with caution ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙʏ @ʙʟᴀqɴᴛᴢ

why did i make this? i have no idea- ~~ DISCONTINUED - WILL NO LONGER UPDATE I NO LONGER ASSOCIATE WITH MANY PAST MEMBERS OF THE DSMP, PLEASE BARE IN MIND THIS WAS MADE DURING QUARANTINE, I WAS 12 WHEN I STARTED THIS cover made by me :) ======== #2 in "writingprompts" - 2.22.21 #1 in "jefhalo" - 6.18.21 <3 #1 in "writingpractice" - 7.10.21 2.01k votes - 4.13.25 #69 in "jefhalo" - 10.25.21 (haha) 67.3k reads - 4.13.25

Zak was coming home from a friends house when he noticed her. His phone was dead and he didn't want to go home alone anymore. When he finds a pay phone he tries to call his sister but he put in the wrong number and a stranger picks up... Darryl was at home editing a video when he gets a call at around 2 am. He answers and finds someone with a shaky voice on the other end asking for help. _ Btw this is my fist fanfic so please give your feedback!