In the world of Minecraft, there are two beings that have powers. They are the Admins and Watchers, known as the universe's arms. Both disagreeing with what the other did to help, and violence was the way they chose to carry it out. That was years ago, it was brought to an end by four that the universe trusted, they were called Primals, having extraordinary powers. Now, trouble is brewing, the Watchers has captured an Admin, more specifically, a Primal Admin. What would happen when he escapes? How far are the Watchers willing to go for the experiment they are having? Will the Primals finally stop the conflict between the two sides? Do all the Primals have good intentions? Or do they mask the malicious intent they have? Could someone behind the scenes be pulling strings? == Cover Drawn and Edited by me, hope you enjoy this story! ~Yes another Watcher & Admin AU ~Why are you reading this horribly written story ~I need sleep ~My head hurts again AAAAA (No worries, I'm oki) ~Sorry in advance for the terrible plot

Description: "Heh, powerful as one can be having the best of both worlds, having the Admin and Watcher magic, you cannot resist against the code no matter how corrupted or clean it may be in your eyes. It's my duty to bring back the balance, meaning destroying the works of the brothers while I'm at it" The white hooded Entity sneered, hatred evident in his glitchy voice. Ruby red eyes drilling into the player's soul. As a smile crept up to its face as it tightened its grip on the winged player. He kicked it as he held his dual swords, by his side. "If you are doing your duty, I'm going mine" He growled. It looked amused despite the inhuman face it held, wanting him to continue. "My duty as the Protector" [-----------------] Disclaimer: I had a lot of inspiration from other writers so I hope you guys understand, I will try to make this as original as possible! Thank you and enjoy the story! [-----------------] Cover drawn and edited by me

Stumbling around in the forest wasn't the best for the little 3 year old, since it was snowing and all. He had very little body heat, his best friend was bleeding out on his back, being two and having very little in the first place, and the other crying and wasting his energy running ahead and back, scouting. "Oh. my. god. What happened to you three?" A mans voice sounded, he seemed sad, pained, and extremly angered. Flinching, the two that were awake looked up at the three men standing near the meadow they were trying to get too, how didn't they see them? "Sapnap, pick up the one carrying the other, George grab the other one. I got the bleeding one." The green sweat shirted man demanded, the children barely understood, only know they were tired, exhausted, and needed sleep. --- I own nothing but about half the plot, and the description is just an unedited beginning for chapter one! Enjoy!

in which a twitch streamer calls dream a dick ironically and starts ww3 on twitter

DC--- This is the sequel to Heatwaves tbhyourelame summary: After years of online calls, late night texting, and out of sync sleep schedules, Sapnap and George finally visit Florida. Dream's aspiration to truly know himself is met with the return of missed chances, and uncertainty. Placed in the dead center of his humid, overwhelming life, he and George are bound to confront the inevitable. "Has it rained?" George asks suddenly. Dream's thoughts snap away from the drifting green and cloudless sky, returning to earth once more. His lips part in silence. George's voice was soft when he'd uttered the words, and for a reason he cannot place, Dream finds himself glancing to the back of Sapnap's head before responding, "Since...summer?"

FIN Heatwaves