𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐌𝐏 𝐗 𝐅!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 The cities had been fighting for what seemed like ages; the towns were plagued by an everlasting depression because of the war. No one knew why the two empires were fighting, but you did. Because they were fighting over you. --------------- Medieval AU version of DreamSMP, note that i am using the smp's CHARACTERS, not the people themselves.

⚠️ⁱᶠ ᵃⁿʸ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵐᵖ ᵃʳᵉ ᵘⁿᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗᵃᵇˡᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱᵗ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵗᵃᵏᵉⁿ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ⁿᵒ ʰᵉˢⁱᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ!⚠️ just some yandere oneshots, headcanons, and more of your favorite streamers <3 ⚠️!ᵃˡˡ ᵐⁱⁿᵒʳˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵖˡᵃᵗᵒⁿⁱᶜ!⚠️ 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨: -Death -Stalking -Mental Disorders -Mvrder! -S3w3rsidal Th0ughts and Actions -Yandere! Behavior -Blood/Gore -Sharp Objects (ex. a kn1fe) -Violence -Manipulation/Gasslighting -Kidnapping! -Possible Stolkholm Syndrome and more along those lines! ⚠️!𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸, 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲𝘁𝘆!⚠️ enjoy :)

Obsessive simpbur ig X reader Female Y/n "𝓸𝓱 𝓷𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓘'𝓶 𝓭𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓾𝓼, 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓮,," MADE YEARS AGO. NOT A WILBUR FAN.

THIS STORY IS BEING RE-WRITTEN!! An Apocalypse started, wilbur was only 20, with a child. He was on the edge of dying with his child when a recognizable figure...Quackity? ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Cursing, smut, zombies, scars, missing limbs, angsts, fluff, drugs, alchohol, eating of other people, obsessed, starvation, murder, fighting, crying, IF I MISSED ANY PLS INFORM ME, YOU ARE CARED FOR <3

Containes SPOILERS for the DSMP!!!!!

I'm not shipping the real people I'm shipping the charters of course. The spelling is probably gonna be trash but don't worry about that 😃👍

The crowd was loud, the roaring drowning out any other sounds around. They were all cheering for a boy with a helmet. A boy with a helmet that was basking in it all. His arms stretched out wide, jumping up and down to rile the crowd up more. He quickly put his visor up, revealing sharp blue eyes but nothing else. Those eyes were scanning the crowd before him, slightly squinted into a smile. He stomped his foot, the crowd stomped theirs. He stomped his other foot, the crowd stomped theirs. He stomped in a rhythm, the crowd stomping in the same. A loud drumming to a beat that was like no others. A beat that was his. A beat that was for the boy called Cherry Bomb. -or- Tommy is a motorbike racer known the world as Cherry Bomb. He quickly gained popularity along with skill. All he wanted was something to be his, and he got it. Lets just hope his family won't take it away from him. !!!!!!!!NOTICE!!!!!!!! THIS IS NOT MY STORY EVERYTHING GOES TO Blueium ON AO3 ALL CREIDS GO TO THEM.

This is not my story and I do not want any credit for this story. ORIGINAL WRITER : tbhyourelame I only wanted a way for everyone to be able to read this amazingly written work as it was originally posted to ao3. If you can I know that the writer would really appreciate you reading the story on there however I know that there is a long wait time. Also I would like to say if tbhyourelame wants me to take this down I will do so straight away as I respect their wishes

Smut! „Ich kann sehen, dass du dich danach sehnst, Big Q", sagte Wilbur, neigte seinen Kopf zur Seite und fixierte Quackity mit seinem Blick. Das dunkle Rot der Augen des anderen verunsicherte Quackity ungemein - ihr Blick ließ ihn klein und eingeschlossen fühlen, als würde der Größere der beiden direkt durch ihn hindurchsehen, als wäre er Glas. Es war etwas, das Wilbur immer hatte tun können, sogar bevor er gestorben war. Es hatte sich genauso angefühlt, selbst wenn es statt des tiefen Karmesinrots, das er jetzt hatte, ein scheinbar nie endender Abgrund von dunklem, tiefem Braun gewesen war. Tnt Duo my beloved <3