❝ is there anything so undoing as a daughter? ❞ twenty years later, demons come out to play and the daughter of the wraith and dirtyhands has to see the rough work done. ( COPYRIGHT! - aka - DO NOT STEAL! ) illisius Ⓒ 2021

"The stars and I do not belong together. They're light and I'm darkness" my gaze moves to my feet, "It's only in the darkness that they can show their true beauty. So without you, they're nothing" He's light and I'm darkness. Light and darkness. I thought they were two separate entities that should not be placed side by side after what happened to me. I thought. The best kind of love; Forbidden love. Our love.

A single father struggles to keep his family of 5 afloat. What happens when those children continually fight? What happens when his children almost die? So i needed some angst- this book is philza centric, in third person limited. MAJOR TW: this book encounters attempted suicide, attempted murder, self-hatred, alcoholism, derealization and other not very pogchamp events. If you can't read it- don't.

"I can't..." Tommy muttered the last bit. "Speak up." "I can't see," He cried out, shaking with fear. --- Welcome to angst central featuring Tommyinnit's exile arc but he gets injured into blindness! TW// gore, decapitation, a lot of blood, loss of love ones, major character death, trauma, manipulation

"𝖜𝖊'𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖗, 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖊?" Tommy never thought everything would go so wrong. Wilbur never thought he would be banished by the nation he had created, betrayed by his son. And Tubbo never thought he would have to betray his friends. But everything went so wrong. They've fallen so far. Will they be able to get back up? Started on September 22nd, 2020, and completed on June 4th, 2021. Cover art is NOT MINE! By u/Dalka_honhon on Reddit, go check them out! Trigger warnings: Descriptions of an abusive relationship, panic attacks, blood, death, sharp objects and manipulation.

Whump Madness Day 17 Entry

Something was different, something was wrong; but no one cared to see. The looking glass is clouded and distorted, yet those who look through it are oblivious to the imperfections. If no one notices an issue, why fix it? ... "You're not Techno."

Losing something doesn't necessarily mean the item is gone forever. It's merely missing. Why doesn't the same apply when losing someone? Maybe... they're just waiting to be found. (THIS IS A SEQUEL!! READ UNTIL ALL IS LOST FIRST PLEASE ,') )

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!]]

"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. //