Taryn Stover moves to the Dream SMP to join her friend Karl, and quickly finds out it's not at all what she thought it was. Though she was looking to kick back and enjoy time with friends, she gets tangled up in conflicts that involve blood-red vines and even possessive demons--the latter which may result in disaster if she can't find a way to banish the evil that resides in one of the most powerful people in the SMP. Based off of the Dreamon au/headcanon (also a dsmp!Dream x oc) Disclaimer: some events from the Dream SMP may be altered or non-existent to fit the timeline of my own story. :)

~DREAM SMP AU~ OC ᴛʜᴏʀᴀ - ꜱᴄᴀɴᴅɪɴᴀᴠɪᴀɴ, ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ "ᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇ". "ℌ𝔢'𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔯..." Thora was a witness to the building of L'Manburg and the destruction of it. She had met a God, and tried to make a good impression. People referred to him as 'Thor' and people referred to her as 'Thor's struggle.' MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING - NOT ALWAYS WARNINGS AT TOPS OF CHAPTERS ALSO NOT ALWAYS GOING TO BE ACCURATE- NOT EVERYTHING IN DREAM SMP AU IS GOING TO BE RIGHT IN STORY.

(Cover art by SAD-ist) Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo have been roaming the city for a while now, doing graffiti, stealing, starting street fights- but times change when the building they were staying in gets demolished, and they're saved by a man who is willing to aid them in any way. The trio don't want this life, though it seems it is being forced upon them with tremendous amounts of affection and kindness. What happens to a bunch of street punks when they realize they might have found home? Guess you'll have to find out. (In all honesty this is just a fic I decided to write cuz I had nothing better to do lmao- angsty bench trio and sleepy boiz family, prob some fluff)

Long ago the word was ruled by the horrific humans, the destroyers of nature, they killed the land and was murdering the beauty of mother nature... So she attacked back. Now, years later, Hybrids walk the land... Walk the land in chains and leashes. (READ NOTICES AND MENTIONS PLEASE)

Tommy and Tubbo live as royalty together, one's a prince and the other's his best friend, and their life is pretty much how they want it to be. This is until Tommy sees something in the woods outside the castle walls, and lets his adventurous side take hold as him and Tubbo venture into the dangerous unknown, maybe making a friend or two along the way. Cover art: @sevyek on Twitter It's not accurate to the AU, Ranboo doesn't wear a suit nor does Tubbo have horns, but obviously I couldn't find anything that matched this fic Started: November 20, 2021 Finished: February 16, 2022 1k reads - 1/8/22 2k reads- 3/10/22 3k reads - 5/2/22 4k reads - 6/8/22 5/6k reads- No clue

Tommy had always been a daring teen. When he wonders into an abandoned house one day, he discovers that someone is actually living there, but not in the way that you might think.

Tubbo was sick and tired of being pushed around by Tommy in L'manburg, he was tired of being used and treated like dirt. When Dream offers Tubbo a place on his side of the war, Tubbo is hesitant at first, but when Tommy finally pushes him over the edge, how can Tubbo refuse?

https://twitter.com/Diamondrosy_7?s=08 Art Cover credit: @/Diamondrosy_ " Tommy, wait! " Techno try to reach him out. " No! There's no reason for me to live manymore! " Tommy sobbing, at the end of his screaming station. " NO! YOU'RE MY BROTHER, TOMMY! WE NEED YOU! " Ghostbur cried. " Sorry, bye... " Theseus then rise himself with his brothers, left alone his best friend.. " I'm going to kill whoever tries to block my fucking way.. " TommyInnit tried to swim in lava. Write since : January 18th, 2021

--Watty winner-- In Victorian London, monster hunting isn't just a job, it's a way of life. Freddie Westman, a reporter for a paranormal magazine, is one of the best in the business, but now it's personal. His childhood friend, Jim Penderry, has disappeared, and the signs point to sinister forces from beyond the grave. If Westman wants to save Jim, he'll have to face his worst fear. No, not fighting a demon with only a cake to hand. Something far more daunting. Sceptical Sophie Penderry doesn't solve mysteries or go on adventures. She's more at home in the library with her nose in The Botanist's Guide to Plants and Fungi. But she puts the science books away to help Westman find her missing brother, whether he likes it or not. Which he really doesn't. Westman is a loner, reluctant to lead anyone into danger. According to him, the supernatural is not just the stuff of folklore and children's nightmares, and a world of black magic awaits them. Now Westman must decide if he should push Sophie away for her own safety, or take a leap of faith and accept an offer of help and friendship. Either way, time is running out to find Jim, and worse still, they may not make it back in time for tea and biscuits. ~Featured story (Sep 2014 - Aug 2017) ~Selected by R.L. Stine's 'Slappy' (Goosebumps Movie's sponsored reading list) ~Winner of the Wattys 2014 HQ Love Award

What if it came to the starkest of all choices: kill, or else suffer the loss of a loved one? Readers' comments: 'simply the best', 'one of the best books I've read', 'loved it', 'amazing', 'great reading', 'stumped me to the very end' and others Plot: When a pregnant doctor is brutally murdered in her own kitchen, the husband claims to have some weeks earlier received an anonymous and darkly menacing letter. For the small town of Ravensby, it's just the start of a living nightmare - one in which nobody is spared from the murderous cross hairs, and which will drive Detective Inspector Kubič to the edge of his own sanity... Genre: suspense/thriller Status: completed Length: 70,000 words (approx. 275 standard novel pages) Target readership: Though aimed primarily at adults, the novel features several teenage characters and so may also appeal to a younger audience Extract: "Warn you sir, not a pretty sight in there." Kubič took a deep, preparatory breath, his footsteps slow and leaden as he moved towards the kitchen door. Not for the first time over the years, he found himself wishing he'd chosen an entirely different sort of career. Paper-pushing, something out of doors. Anything at all. He'd always been reasonable enough at woodwork back at school, he recalled. Why hadn't he done that, he thought? Become a cabinet maker or some damn thing. A reluctant hand pushed open the door... "Oh dear Christ." The words escaped his mouth forcefully, involuntarily, like blood gushing from an open wound