(Based off the SBI AU of amazing artist @thechannelwithoutaname on tumblr {and YouTube!}, all credit to them for the ghost AU!) Tommy and his best friend Tubbo are stoked to learn that there's a place they can 'hide away' all summer. An old house from some part of Tommy's family that one of his aunts agreed to let them stay in. Problem is, there's a sort of 'local legend' going around, that say the house is haunted by the ghosts of the old residents, that died of somewhat questionable circumstances. A house fire, that no one seems to know how it was caused. Tommy and Tubbo aren't at all worried though. Because, ghosts aren't real!...right?

"Tygren Voltaris is the most dangerous Ardoni to live since the disappearance of the Deathsinger. You must show him no mercy, should you ever find him." But Tygren is still alive. He is still out there, and he is still after the Prime Songs. After ten absent years, the maniacal Voltaris is beginning to stir, plotting to take back what he tried so hard to gain in the shadow of the Deathsinger, only this time he has brought backup, threatening to create a storm that no one will withstand. But before the storm, there has to be a reckoning... ...and some will do whatever they must to survive... ------------------------ An Aftermath Sequel

Tommy is not deaf. Every seems to just assume that. He's not deaf, he's just selective mute. Highlight the selective part. When Tubbo and Ranboo, chaotic brothers who seem to be all over the place move to this new town and meet Tommy for the first time they decide that they're all going to be best friends. If that's smart or not no one knows.

If he was washed away into the ground right now, not a trace left of him as the morning would come, Techno wouldn't complain. But of course that wouldn't happen, so for now the temporary numbness of his skin and the chill of his bones were enough to soothe the ache of life. Or 3 times Technoblade sits in the rain alone, and 1 time he didn't have to be alone. ••• Originally posted on my AO3, but I was interested what kind of feedback I would get from Wattpad, so I hope y'all enjoy. [[Edit July 1st 2022. Please consider donating to Sarcoma Cancer Research. https://www.curesarcoma.org/donate/ Rest In Peace king, you were a shining light to me for years]] [[Edit February 28th 2024. FUCK Wilbur, support victims. This fic is abt his character he played. I don't support real Wilbur in any fashion anymore! Justice for Shubble!]]

This is a one shot book for sbi, lot of it is angsty

HermitCraft AU On hold until further notice Tigger warning: Blood, intense violence, mental illness such as PTSD, death, severe parental issues No ships Takes place during the hippie war in season six __________ Yet another war... Wasn't the first time Grian had started a war. This war was going to be just friendly competition, at least that's what Grian wanted. But we don't always get want we want, do we?

Dream SMP AU TW, other warnings, and more information listed in Foreword __________ memento mori /məˈmenˌtō ˈmôrē/ A phrase from Latin origin meaning "remember you must die" __________

⚠️This story is fucking horrible, please do not associate it with me and my content, it was my first AU and first writing experience and I only still leave it up for sentimental value⚠️ HermitCraft AU (blood and mild language warning) Takes place in season six during the Hippie War Grian has started another war on the server, he doesn't want this war to be anything but friendly competition, but we don't always get what we want. Grian's world turns upside as someone he thought to be a friend turns against everyone

"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.