Book 2 of Heroic Villain - The Dream SMP - Psychomachy Noun | Meaning: a conflict between the body and the soul. - "What did I do?" "You almost killed him." - She might've found out who she is, but what happens when other issues start occurring? She suddenly finds herself accompanied by someone she thought she pushed away. Will she be able to finally defeat them or will she fail and get doomed forever? Started: February 11th 2021 Finished: DISCONTINUED

Scott was a cold-hearted elf who cared about no one but himself, not even the Codfather, in fact, he hated Jimmy for his attempts at trying to become friends. Scott had made it very clear that he wanted to stay alone, he was happy that way, but Jimmy wasn't going to give up so quickly, he was determined to find some humanity still left in Scott. Follow Scott and Jimmy's journey through hatred, friendships, and maybe even more than that. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~Disclaimer~ I do not own any of these characters. They are all based on characters created by minecraft youtubers. If any of the YouTubers in this story are uncomfortable with what I have written, and they leave a comment letting me know, I will change/remove it immediately.

Flower Husbands Oneshot :) Scott hasn't spoken to his husband since 3rd Life. He failed to keep him alive, and surely Jimmy hates him, right? So he does everything in his power to avoid seeing him, unable to take the heartbreak of doing so. His plan doesn't exactly work. Originally posted on Ao3 under OrionAme97

'Being tortured isn't that bad once you get used to it' After years of the AHA, or Annihilating Hazardous Anomalies, plucking his feathers from his wings and torturing him, Grian has lost all hope of getting out of his chains. Until one day a new employee comes in and instead of torturing him, he sets Grian free. I do not ship any of the real people, only their personas. This is my first story so if you have anything that you don't like please tell me and I will improve from it! There is blood and gore in this story so if you don't like that sort of stuff then don't read this. There is also LGBT+ so don't read if your homophobic. The cover art is not mine but I couldn't find who drew it to give credit. If anyone knows I will gladly tag them for credit.

Mumbo, Grian and Xisuma got out of Concorp, but what happened to the others? Where did they go? This will focus on the horrors that happened to Stress, Ren, Iskall, Doc, Tango and Jevin when the others ran to safety. Mainly Iskall. The chapters may contain depictions of gore or blood. You have been warned. Once again this is strictly the personas and Cub and Scar are out of character. They are lovely people in real life this is just a story. I wanted to say that just because you never know what people will say.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK THREE --- What a wonderful little secret this was though. If you hadn't been able to follow the signs you would have never found it - a real travesty. Everything you could possibly need resided here in some form or another - feverfew sprang up in little bunches from the ground, accompanied by echinacea. Gingko trees around the place offered their leaves down to you in little bundles. If you hadn't known better, you would have thought someone had planted it all here... A rustle from the bushes behind you stopped your train of thought in its track, sending a shiver of panic down your spine. Your hand withdrawing from the bundle of milk thistle it had been about to grab, you slowly turned, mind filling with all a matter of wild animals that could be lurking in this wood. A pair of soft brown eyes peered out from one of the clumps of brush, staring directly at you.

"One day, Grian, I'll make it happen." "If you do, it'll be your downfall." Ariyaquila's first finished book. As the title says, this is fanfiction. I do not own the Hermits or admins, nor do I write for them. I write about the characters they present to us on screen. Libra Skyward and the Head Watcher are my characters. (cover made on desygner (or whatever the spelling is), but the space pic was found just by searching 'purple galaxy planets' and picking one)

||Reaching for the Miracle|| •Book 3• "Sorry, but who are you?" With nothing but a gut feeling and common sense, Grian didn't even have his memories to call his own. He was trapped in a world where nothing was safe, and no one left to trust. After the Hermits quickly made their appearance, they realised that nothing would ever be the same. ~Book 1: Oversight~ ~Book 2: New Horizon~

◇They were best friends, and the greatest things in each others lives. but when tubbo is beckoned away to join his friend Tommy, they are left into sending letters to each other. but November 16th comes, and the letters stop, what has happened to his freind?◇ !not a ship book!, it's a au I thought of while babysitting Lmao leave me alone. tw: derealization, memory loss, abuse, trauma, manipulation, abandonment ☆love you all enjoy the book :] ☆

If dish soap, rutabagas, and firecrackers aren't an essential part of your zombie apocalypse kit, you better grab them now! Season 1 of The Virus Within (SERIES IS COMPLETED!) * * * * * * * Trinity fights against the bloodthirsty influences of the zombie virus as she searches for her sister, hoping to find her still alive among the scattered survivors. But even if Trinity manages to find her, how will Jess react when she discovers Trinity is a zombie? When a group of survivors gets stranded by a vehicle malfunction, Trinity decides to guide them to safety. Rediscovering her sense of humor was the last thing she ever expected, but it just might be her best defense in keeping her humanity, especially on a zombie-infested road trip with more bad luck than potholes. But time is running out as the third wave of the deadly outbreak rapidly spreads. Trinity must decide if she can trust a backwater scientist who thinks she can help her new friends, all while combating the effects of the virus that threatens to steal what's left of her humanity. Cover designed by Marie Tilmant