"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

|| After tommy hid a secret stash dream blows up Logstedshire. Tommy gets caught in the explosion... Lets jus say it doesn't end well.|| || TW || || Anxiety || || panic attacks || || depression || || PTSD || || manipulation || || mental abuse || || abuse || || swearing || || PS. this story is strictly about the characters and not about the real people ! ||

"okay but what's a crack-titty?" quackity x oc

The L'Manburg election is fast approaching, and who better to endorse Wilbur's party than the renowned J Schlatt himself? Only he didn't come alone. "Hey. Who's the woman?" "You mean this vision of beauty? Yeah, she's my wife." "Please stop telling people we're married, Schlatt." This is a Dream x OC story Rated Mature for bad language and Schlatt