So, I made some scarian one-shots. I'm not the best writer ever, but I try my best to make some good stories to read. I'm also not the best at trigger warnings so I'm going to list a few touchy subjects here, and if you aren't comfortable with them then you dont have to read this. !TWs! S/h Suicide and death Blood Fire Scarian I think thats all, if I need to add anything else I will. I hope you enjoy this book! I only ship the minecraft personas, not the real people. Also the art isn't mine, all credits go to the owner.

Tango had always seen himself as a weapon. Not in the poetic sense, not metaphorically-no, in his mind he was something built to burn, a walking catastrophe dressed up like a person. Anything beautiful or green that he touched seemed destined to wither, curl inward, burst into flame, and die. It wasn't his fault, not really. He was a blaze hybrid, after all. Fire clung to him the way breath clung to others. His hair burned with living flame, flickering wild and hot unless he was sleeping or truly, deeply calm. Only then did it shift into something gentler: golden locks, soft and shimmering like sunlight instead of wildfire. Even the puffball at the tip of his tail-usually a small comet trailing sparks-could cool into a warm, glowing gold when his mind settled. Most of the time, though, it burned. So he avoided anything green. Plants recoiled from him, leaves crisping if he stepped too close. He stuck to industrial spaces instead: metal catwalks, stone corridors, redstone workshops where nothing living could be harmed by his presence. He carved out his home in places where fire was expected. His eyes were striking in a way that made people flinch before they realized they'd done it. The sclera were a deep burnt red, like embers cooling in a furnace, while the irises were bright and molten-almost too alive, too intense, like staring into a forge mouth. People didn't always know where to look when they talked to him. And so, after enough awkward pauses and nervous glances, Tango started wearing goggles. The tinted lenses hid the fire in his eyes and the freckles scattered across his cheeks-small, dark flecks like soot across pale skin. He didn't mind hiding. It was easier that way. Easier for him. Easier for everyone he might accidentally burn.

Grian oneshots, and maybe some stories about other hermits :) This might include! Watcher Lore Scarian + other ships Hot Guy & Cute Guy Poultry Man Different AU's (Vampire Mumbo, Watcher Xisuma, Worship AU etc.) 'Identity reveals' #9 on Hermitcraft - 18/11 - 2024 #1 on limitedlife - 29/1 - 2025 #1 on hermit - 28/02-2025 #3 on Watcher - 28/02-2025 #2 on Grianxscar - 01/03-2025 #2 on Mumbo - 15/04-2025 #3 on Hermitcraft - 24/06 - 2025 #3 on Grian - 19/07 - 2025 #2 on Goodtimeswithscar - 25/08 - 2025 #1 on Mumbo - 08/09 - 2025 #1 on Hermitcraft - 08/12-2025 #1 on Grian - 10/12-2025 #1 on DoubleLife - 18/01-2026 #1 on Watcher - 18/01-2026

Winters had always been cruelly cold-biting, relentless, the kind that seeped through fur and bone alike. Even for an arctic fox, even for Etho, there were nights when the snow howled louder than instinct could answer. The white stretched on forever, blinding and empty, and the cold pressed in until movement itself became a careful calculation. Etho moved low to the ground when the wind picked up, shoulders rolling smoothly beneath his thick coat, paws placed with deliberate silence. His ears flicked constantly, swiveling for danger, for prey, for anything that meant warmth or shelter. When he paused, he curled his tail tight around his body, the plume of it tucked neatly over his nose to trap what little heat he could keep. Some winters were harsher than others. On those nights, instinct drove him closer to the edges of human territory. He lingered in the shadows, cautious but desperate, pale fur nearly vanishing against the snowbanks. The scent of smoke, wool, and cooked food tugged at something older than fear. He never approached boldly-only careful steps, a lowered head, eyes sharp and watchful, ready to bolt at the slightest threat. Finding a human willing to share warmth wasn't comfort. It was survival. Etho would settle near the fire but never too close, limbs tucked beneath him, muscles coiled even as exhaustion weighed heavy. Sleep came in short stretches, ears twitching, body primed to flee. Yet the heat soaked in anyway, thawing stiff joints and numbed paws, keeping him alive long enough to face the next dawn. Winter always passed eventually. But it never stopped demanding its price.

Pretty much the title! May include some life series and empires smp stories as well, we'll see! [RATED MATURE CAUSE OF ANGST AND SLIGHT GORE] EDIT: the writing at the start sucks, and I don't know whether or not to delete it or not. Anyways- There will be little (if any) shipping, and if there is any, I would only be shipping the characters, NOT the real people. !NO SMUT OR NSFW! I am not comfortable reading nor writing that, so there will be absolutely none of it. Hope you enjoy!

I am a darker writer, please don't report Nico had just returned to camp after a few months of being away, his long time boyfriend, will solace had fought with him the night he left but sadly his shadow traveling away caused him to end of far away and no energy left to go back. This is a story there will be smut and I'll add more as time goes on and as of right now this story is going to shit

On his first day back from the infirmary, Nico has a nightmare and starts to relapse into his old ways. Will walks in for a check up, only to find Nico soaked in his own blood. Solangelo because I'm trash ;)) help. Trigger warnings: cutting, self harm, self destruction, suicidal thoughts, anorexia mentions, swearing, light smut.

Welcome to Scarian oneshots! There is only going to be 12 of them, one per month but each oneshot is going to be on one specific holiday from each month. Art isn't mine. I wish I knew who draw it but I don't. If it's on the picture, then I'm blind as a ghost for not seeing it.

The title says it all. If you want a more detailed story, check out my other story. No smut, I only ship the personas, and cover art is actually mine! I would appreciate if you told me what you think of it. Also no angst, and this is just some one offs. Enjoy!

These are not my works authors would be mentioned below the works The story's cover is not mine and belongs to upthehillart. That heart sticker belongs to me tho😗