𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, you are an immortal who has long since lost your will to live, only for you to encounter a traveling circus troupe who live solely to entertain. You are hungry for entertainment, and they too, are hungry to entertain. ╰┈➤ ❝ 𝗪𝗵𝘆, 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 ❞ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: March 2, 2026 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝: [𝙫𝙖𝙧! 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙨 𝙭 𝙛.𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧]

You were loved. The Beloved Little Princess, the servants coo as the little girl passes through the halls with her brothers, always attentive and protective. Your father, albeit busy behind his desk, always made time for you. However that all changed when your new mother was introduced, a step-sister following. She reminded you of a doll. She was bright and cheerful at first but since your brothers didn't accept her, and your father barely paid attention to her, she started to act differently. Your new mother wanted to make her daughter the princess of the L/n family, and she will do anything, anything at all to make it happen. The first step was getting you out of the picture. Little by little, with staged accidents which her daughter gladly played the part, their love, trust, and respect for you disappeared. The pair always played the victim, accusing you of not wanting them to be apart of the family. Years flew by with this torment, no matter how much your pleaded, begged them to realize that you would never do any of that. They never listened, and the breaking point came when you finally realized that nothing will ever change. It will always be her, not you. So, the first chance you got you left that house. Best decision you could ever make. The small cramped apartment might be a drastic change from your lavish bedroom, but you were away from them. You wanted to turn a new leaf in this small city and have a normal loving life. Who knew that you'd be living a life far from normal as a horror circus rolls into town and you catch their attention when you saved their quiet Pierrot. The love you so craved from family, he will give it to you, destroy anything that dares to snuff it out, and give you all that is his. Though, he might not be the only one... The Game in question if any haven't played: https://garula.itch.io/the-freak-circus

I have made slightly better cover art, I fixed some shit from the og but Wattpad refuses to let me upload it It's such a slow burn btw, I hope you don't mind reading 5(It's actually 9 btw) parts worth of being just friends with tension. I'm too easy to queerbait

A cute story on how Judelow and Sharpness(conexion) from the Strength smp get together. Cover art by sid_skyla

Two people. Two different lives. Two lives that should be impossible to mix together. A person classified as a royal can't be with a bandit? It's a forbidden relationship. High class with high class, low class with low class. Simple system. So then why was Wemmbu finding one of the deadliest outlaws being involved in his life? And why was Wemmbu slowly feeling a deep pull that he couldn't even explain. So then why was Flamefrags finding one of the powerful princes being involved in his life? And why was Flamefrags slowly feeling a deep pull that he couldn't even explain?

An MMAACU AU! Because Willow decided to throw an INCREDIBLY angsty ending at a bunch of fanfic writers, write a SLIGHT fix-it sequel of two chapters, and leave for the weekend. (I don't know what they expected, really. We specialize in creating angsty AUs, and then throwing them at others to create fix-it AUs. My fandoms in particular. :) ANYWAY this is my thoughts of 'what would it look like if the Board never got revived and instead we just go like several hundred years in the future. Enjoy.

I don't know what to write. So I'm letting y'all choose!

What the title says basically and I will try to write this later!

Immortality isn't all it's cracked up to be. Martyn can attest.

When Ren first joined Hermitcraft, he carried a constant, quiet tension in his shoulders-like he was bracing for something no one else could see. He had signed on as human. That was the agreement, the expectation, the role he was supposed to play. And Ren tried-he really did. Most days, he stayed carefully within that shape, that skin, forcing his posture to relax, forcing his instincts to stay buried deep where no one would notice them scratching to get out. He watched the others closely, mimicking little things: how they laughed, how they stood, how they interacted so effortlessly. It felt unnatural to him, like wearing a mask that didn't quite fit, but he was determined to make it work. Because if they knew... if they really knew... he wasn't sure things would stay the same. Even simple things became a challenge. The urge to pace when he was anxious. The way his focus would snap sharply to sudden sounds. The instinct to bare his teeth when startled, even if he caught himself before it showed. Every reaction had to be filtered, controlled, softened into something more human, more acceptable. It was exhausting-but Ren never let that show either. Most of the time, he managed. But the nights were harder. Especially when the moon was full. On those nights, Ren didn't leave his house.