They say the hero will always make sacrifices in the heat of battle. Achillean Nestoris made the greatest sacrifice. He became something unrecognisable, something unredeemable. What Prime Songs did to the mind of the Deathsinger bears no comparison to the monster that the Tidesinger became when he saw no other way of winning the Great War than to wield the Aggressium Prime Song, himself. What he did afterwards is a tale untold for too long - the Tidesinger's greatest secret...

[DOES NOT BELONG TO ME IN ANY WAY!! ] -Written by Dreamicide- After a near drowning experience as a child in which he doesn't remember how he survived, Lance avoids the ocean he once loved. He doesn't realize that's where his savior lives. Or: a slice-of-life story about a boy and his mermaid.

Ingressus and Achillean struggle to find their way home after a harmless hunting trip goes terribly wrong. A three-part Songs of War oneshot. Cover made with Mine-imator, Sharp's Face Rig credited.

When the past he's been running from is shoved into his face and secrets revealed, Grian's forced back into a world he thought he long since escaped. Grian's a prankster and good at flying, this was bound to happen eventually.

I'm sorry for killing you. I'm sorry I wasn't in control. I'm sorry that I betrayed your trust. I'm sorry I became your enemy. Entity and Herobrine are friends, best friends you could say. Or they were. It wasn't entirely his fault you know. Goodness knows he didn't want to kill his best and only friend. But he did. And now he's going to pay.

"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. //

Tubbo lived a boring life. Wake up in white room, do nothing or be brought out and do something boring and a tad painful. It was the same thing every day, and he only had bee's for company. Well, that was all until a blond walked into his room. :: 𝐦𝐲𝐜𝐭 𝐗 𝐬𝐜𝐩 𝐚𝐮, 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 :: 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 :: 𝐓𝐖- 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

Tubbo can see the future. Sort of. Ever since he arrived on the Dream SMP, visions have always been blurring and spinning behind his eyes, throwing out glimpses of what's to come. Seeing is believing, and when you see too much, perhaps you must come to believe the hardest truth of all: Sometimes there is nothing you can do to change the future. But perhaps, also, you can come to believe another truth, too: Sometimes, there is everything you can do to change the future, if only you would be brave enough to take a chance. Put it all together with just a pinch of plot convenience, stir, and you have the recipe for a slightly crack mostly legit story!