"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. //

"ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏ ʟᴏɴᴇʟʏ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ" when wilbur soot meets aubrey allen at mcc, he quickly falls head over heels for her. but what happens when her heart is already taken? and what if the owner of her heart is someone wilbur knows very well? inspired by the song "let me down slowly" by alec benjamin. ↪ lowercase intended ↪ includes swearing ↪ wilbur soot x oc do not share this with wilbur! and wilbur, if this does reach you, please do not read it/post about it! #1 in wilbursoot (03/30/22) #1 in mcytxoc (01/07/22) #1 in nihachu (07/23/22) #1 in dreamsmp (03/30/22) #1 in dsmp (03/30/22) #1 in mcc (08/31/22) #1 in lmanberg (07/14/22) #1 in gaming (01/26/23) #1 in videogames (01/02/24) #1 in alecbenjamin (12/16/21) #2 in wilbursootxoc (12/16/21) #2 in youtube (01/09/22) #3 in music (02/08/23) #4 in wilbur (06/08/22) #4 in mcyt (03/01/23) #4 in minecraft (03/30/22) #5 in tubbo (04/24/23) #5 in twitch (05/24/23) #39 in fanfiction (04/03/22) #39 in fanfic (04/03/22)

The grown-ups are all gone and children rule the new world. Harry lives in a strange utopia: resources are plentiful, the climate has stabilised, there is peace. His village is watched over by an invisible force that keeps them all from danger - but is it protecting them, or holding them back? Join Harry and his friends as they embark on a journey to unravel the mystery of what happened to the old world, and what is wrong with the new. They might not like what they discover. From the writer of the Watty-winning A Day of Faces and The Mechanical Crown.

"I uh," Tommy starts, not knowing how to break this to the hero lightly. He hates to be the bearer of bad news. "I think your powers are broken? It's not a bad thing of course, but like, I swear you tried to mind control me and it like, totally failed. Which is fine, honestly, don't feel insecure. Everyone's power stop working sometimes... I think." This is a reupload from ao3 by @eneliii

hiraeth: (n) a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was in which half-enderman boy meets part piglin girl. ranboo please don't read this i will cry

To: minx@evolved.gg Subject: (empty) Dear Minx, 6 months. Wow. 6 months since I've met you, and yet it only felt like yesterday. I can remember it clearly. I was streaming me cooking some pancakes, you joined, and we connected in an instant. I didn't have Discord or Snapchat or really anything at the time, I was a small streamer trying to get by. Then you asked for a way to talk to me, and I gave you my email. Weird, huh? You didn't think that. Atleast I don't think so. You used to email me daily anyway, so I would assume not. People on the stream always ask me what they think a core memory of mine would be, and I think it would be that. The first time we met. Another would be when we met up in person in Ireland. Remember when I brought my tarot cards and you would always laugh with me when I said literally any joke? That was fun. Maybe that's a core memory too.. you never know. All those times we've talked could be a core memory if you think about it. I guess you can't really think anymore though, considering you're dead. Sincerely, Venus. !!THIS IS AN EMAILFIC!! for those unfamiliar, this is similar to a chatfic but with emails. if you are still confused, you'll catch on as i update the story!! TW // CAR CRASH, SUICIDE. MANY OTHER TRIGGERING THINGS, READ AT OWN RISK. started: 3/5/21 (discontinued, re continued on 5/29/21) ended: 5/29/21

❝can't wait to get poisoned and die! ❝can't wait to kiss you! ❝wait- what? ❝what? !! IF THERE ARE ANY TWS THEY WILL BE PUT AT THE BEGINNING OF THE CHAPTER !! started: 3.23.21 ended: 1.7.22

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"