COMPLETE. Real Description: When Y/N has the chance to become friends with some of his heroes, being closeted really starts to suck. Dealing with day to day dysphoria, anxiety, as well as his favorite people misgendering him all proves to be almost too much... but what if he isn't the only one struggling? !!Not an x reader at all! Platonic! We have had #1 on the quite a few tags at some points that's so cool!

100% Platonic cause yeah. There are funny bits and a shit ton of cursing. Give it a read, unless you're a content Creator then please don't read.

Following a series of unfortunate events, Thomas Simons finds himself in the grasps of the two most infamous pirate captains ruling over the North Sea, while both rivals, who are in the game to have a mask foretold only in myths in their possession, gaining its ability unheard of to mankind, battle it out. Welcome to KOTS Warning: Mild language & possible triggering themes (I want to make it as culturally accurate as possible), and most likely grammar mistakes. Some information may not be accurate as I do not live in the 17th century (just in case you didn't know that) Chapters will be shorter than my normal amount. (if you've read my other books) Lastly, I hope you all enjoy!

"Don't die before we get back." Tommy shot back, unable to bring himself to smile. He turned and started towards the store. "C'mon Tubbo." Tubbo followed him, jogging slightly to catch up. "Man my legs feel fantastic." Tommy snorted and gave him a look. "What?" "After all those hours in the car, man." Tubbo raised his eyebrows. "Do your legs not feel fantastic?" "My legs feel like jelly." Tommy said, and despite it all he was grinning like the idiot that he was. "But hey, let's be fair. Maybe thats from the car trip and not the world ending." --- MCYT AU, BOOK 2!!! This is a direct sequel to The Year We Had. Please read that first, otherwise this will not make sense. FINAL WORD COUNT: 215,647 CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS: These themes apply for the entire book. If this is not the book for you, that's more than okay. Please read with care. -Graphic depictions of violence -Themes of death/character death -Themes of abuse -Themes of suicide ideation More minor content warnings will be placed at the beginnings of chapters that contain that material. Please read with care, and stop if need be <3

For those who are stressy and depressy, and all in between. Enjoy Awesamdude being a father to the children of the Dream smp. (Discontinued)

I have decided to write a Goodboyhalo story! The ideas not complete so I'm probably going to be making it up as I go. The story is that Good is a being that lives inside Bad's head, he's been in there for a long time. So long that Bad has grown use to him. Good is always making harsh comments about how pathetic Bad is and how no one truly cares about him. Bad has always denied and ignored these comments but when he and Skeppy have a bit of a falling out, Good becomes harder and harder to ignore. This will also be taking place in the Dream SMP, it will be after the Manburg VS Pogtopia war in a AU where there wasn't really any significant conflict after that.

This is a random Goodboyhalo and Badboyhalo au I've created. I hope you like it! And some of the personalities may be different in order to better fit the story. The art is not mine, and I do not take credit for it. It belongs to its creator. This story was also formally called You Can't Have It Either if you wanted to know.

This will be about Ranboo's enderman side. Some of it will be canon but it'll mostly be stuff I wish was canon. Some aspects like the fact that he is half enderman and he has memory problems will be from the Dream SMP lore. This will also be mostly from Ranboo's POV. This story is also largely based on Ranboo's lore from the SMP.

𝗙𝗲𝗿𝗻𝘄𝗲𝗵 - (𝗇) • 𝖦𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖠𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌; 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇. "𝖢𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅," ♔︎ » Soot purrs against your soft pats. Abruptly, she jerks her head towards the door. You crack open an eye. "What is it?" A grunt and curse answers your question. Soot leaps off onto the floor as you stand. Who the hell could be here at this hour?

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