Title inspired by drag path by Twenty-one pilots rah >:D After defeating Flamefrags and freeing Egg from the End, Wemmbu makes a choice no one expects - he walks away from the server entirely. No faked death, no dramatic finale. Just a quiet decision to disappear into the Farlands, where the world is untouched, peaceful, and finally free of expectations. With Egg at his side, Wemmbu hopes to build a life far from battles, pressure, and the perfection he was forced to uphold. A life where he can breathe. A life that belongs to him. But peace is fragile. And the Farlands, beautiful as they are, don't stay quiet forever. Old ties, new dangers, and the strange nature of the Farlands themselves threaten to unravel the sanctuary Wemmbu has found. Can he hold onto the peace he's finally chosen - or will someone, or something, come to take it away? . . . AKA: A random AU I thought of while I was bored lol

Fate, a player on the Unstable SMP, just wants peace. She's tried every civilization, every Empire, every city, and every time something destroys it. She's done. She finally lost something irreplaceable. And now she wants revenge. Of course this is right when The Law is getting stronger. Right when the Election begins. And right when Wemmbu is captured. She will get revenge. Starting with him. - Wemmbu is not in a great position. He has no good gear. He's is a Law prison. And LettuceK very much does NOT like him. And now he's met this psychopath of a woman who he's never seen before in Law. D'alright. - Mayyyyy change the title later idk, will prob change cover pic too, anyway baiiii No art belongs to me besides cover pic- may change in the future - TW: Wemmbu WILL be tortured-we got to have that angst guys, personality disorder?, panic attacks, betrayal, gore, blood, death- NO MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH GUYS PLS DONT KILL ME, ✨trauma✨.

Liar.. Two people on different sides, Yet they met. Because one is scared, the other isn't, One trusted loyalty, the other their gut. Two people with a story, Filled with nothing but care and love. So why lie? Lie like there was a death wish to be made, Lie like there was a flowerbed to take, Lie like there was no heart to break. So. Why. Lie? It will only hurt the other in the end. _________________________________________ Image credit to "luamenas" on TUMBLR. (Unstable Smp) What is the Unstable Smp? Unstable Smp is a popular, story-driven, hardcore Minecraft server known for its intense player-versus-player (PVP) survival and lore, created by YouTubers like ParrotX2, Spoke, FlameFrags, and Wemmbu, where players have one life, and death means permanent ban, featuring factions, large-scale events, complex prison systems, and ongoing narratives of betrayal, alliances, and conflict.

Wemmbu felt exhaustion creep in like a creeper stalking him through the shadows, getting closer with every heartbeat, waiting to explode. He looked up. Flame was standing on a stone block, calm, deadly, unrelenting. Wemmbu knew he was outmatched... but getting caught wasn't an option. He refused. Maybe... maybe he could fake it again. Not the invisible knight this time - that mask was shattered the moment Flame and Parrot revealed it. He scanned his inventory. Calm. Calculating. Smirk creeping across his face. With a practiced flick, he opened his elytra and shot skyward. Ignoring the arrow that pierced it, he propelled himself as high as he could, counting rockets - ten. Ten chances to put the distance between him and the render limit, to vanish from sight. And then... he grabbed the fishing rod. The one relic left to him, rotting in his inventory since the Mafia days. He flicked it with precision. One pull, one perfect swing. And just like that, he was gone. Do you want me to do that next?

Dream only has one sibling that everyone knows of, Drista. But what they don't know if that they have a brother who is older than Drista but younger than Dream. And that is you my dear readers, you are Dream and Drista's brother. Now how will the internet and a certain boy react to you? That is up to me and my occasional writer energy bursts. (Ranboo X Male Reader)

Y/N is 18 and has just been invited to the Dream SMP because he is a up and coming creator growing in popularity by the minute and is friends with Tommy and Tubbo

Love or Host. That one game on twitch where people supposedly find love. It's never lead to something real. Until now. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• There are not enough Ranboo x Male Reader things out there so I just decided to make one :) No smut or anything because I don't feel comfortable writing it and Ranboo is not ok with it.

Platonic! Mcyt! Various + Genderfluid! Teen! Reader ∆Realistic Minecraft∆ _______ "Hello everyone, meet (Y/n)!" "You have a kid, Phil?!" "I'm adopted, actually!" _______ Minors and bits=Platonic

he is just another player you need to kill....right??

On the Lifesteal SMP, death was never the end. It was a transaction. Ari learned that lesson the first time she watched a heart shatter in her hands. The sound wasn't loud-just a sharp, crystalline crack, like ice splitting under pressure. Red light bled through her fingers, warm and alive, before dissolving into nothing. Somewhere behind her, a player screamed as their maximum hearts dropped by one. She didn't turn around. Remorse was a luxury people with too many hearts could afford. The night air was cold, heavy with fog that clung to the trees and swallowed sound. Ari stood alone at the edge of the forest, iron axe dripping with pixelated blood, her health bar dangerously low. Two and a half hearts left. Any less and she'd be desperate. Desperation got you killed. The server was quiet-but never safe. Somewhere out there were alliances forming, betrayals brewing, and players who smiled while calculating how many hearts you were worth. Ari wiped her weapon clean on the grass and vanished into the trees. She didn't know it yet, but several pairs of eyes were already on her. And one of them belonged to Mapicc.