It's my take on what was going on with Owen BEFORE the actually vsmp stuff and I REALLY wanted to write that so here- A fanfiction about Owen's backstory. :D

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Martyn was born blind and has always relied heavily on his hearing to navigate and understand the world around him. He walks with a cane, and his eyes are always closed-he doesn't even know what color they are, nor has he ever thought to ask. For him, the world has always been cloaked in darkness. That began to change when he discovered a small spark of magic within himself. With time and practice, he learned to use it to "paint" mental images of people and places in his mind. Through subtle differences in tone, mood, and cadence, he could distinguish colors-hearing the warmth of a sunset in a laugh, or the chill of blue in a hushed whisper. Over the years, he also honed his ability to read body language-not through sight, but through sound. The shifting of feet, the rhythm of someone's breath, the way fabric brushed against itself as someone turned-all of it became a symphony of cues that told him what others could see with their eyes. Martyn often kept to himself, sitting quietly in the corner of a room with a Braille book in his hands, lost in the raised dots beneath his fingers. Most people didn't approach him. Whether it was discomfort or uncertainty, he had grown used to being left alone. But that all changed the day a new transfer student joined the theater program. Curious and unafraid, they noticed Martyn sitting by himself and, rather than shy away, felt drawn to him. For the first time in a long while, Martyn's quiet world began to shift-not just with sound and magic, but with the unexpected rhythm of connection.

This is a short story about Vsmp and any ships will just be of their character personas not the actual people! Also I ONLY write fluff. Some Trigger Warning: Blood Violence Angst Psychological torture Insanity Sorry abt the cover it broke for me so I can't edit it

Just random ideas and stuff that I've thought of, some of them are multi part and others are singular. Fluff, angst, panic attacks, general gayness, all the good stuff. Requests welcome, for a new story or another part. Warning: I may randomly disappear into the void. Hope you enjoy!

The Hermits shared a bond of trust and camaraderie, but there was one thing that had remained a mystery-Xisuma's appearance beneath his ever-present space suit. He had never once removed his helmet or armor in front of anyone. The curiosity surrounding it grew over time, with whispers of what lay under the suit. No one was more intrigued, or concerned, than Keralis. Keralis had always been the observant one, noticing the subtle signs that something wasn't quite right. Xisuma's movements were stiff, and the suit, though impressive, looked increasingly worn. The helmet, especially, appeared to be in desperate need of repairs, and the weight of the armor surely took a toll on his body. Keralis couldn't help but worry. Staying in that suit for extended periods couldn't be healthy, no matter how resilient Xisuma was. The pressure of the heavy armor and the way the helmet seemed to restrict his movements only added to his concern. Despite the mystery, Keralis never pressed. He respected Xisuma's privacy, knowing that trust was sacred among the Hermits. But that didn't stop him from wondering: What if there was more to the story? What if Xisuma wasn't just hiding his appearance, but something deeper-something personal? The thought nagged at Keralis. The space suit was an enigma, and Xisuma's insistence on wearing it at all times only fueled his curiosity. What would it take to get Xisuma to take it off, even just for a moment? He wasn't sure, but one thing was clear: Keralis would do whatever he could to ensure Xisuma wasn't silently struggling in that suit, even if it meant confronting the one mystery he couldn't quite solve. art is not mine

You'd think that having powers is a good thing. But in a world where those with powers are hated, it's imperative to keep them hidden. When Jimmy reveals his healing powers to help Scott, the two must leave normal society to preserve their lives. NOT MY COVER ART Content warnings: blood, nightmares about abuse, panic attacks, implications of torture (I think that's it, but let me know if I missed anything)

Scar stays awake and starts to hear scratching in his attic unaware of what it could be he calls his bestie.

What if it was the Watchers were controling the boogieman zombies in secret life?

Pearl was betrothed to marry her best friend when he turned 18. The only problem? Her and Scott both did not want to marry each other. The two of them were content with their friendship, not wanting to be more, to mean more. Pearl has thought about having to spend her future life with Scott, about seeing him everyday, waking up next to him every morning, kissing him. It all feels wrong, like that's not what she wants. She loved Scott, but not in that way. She loved him like a best friend. The princess never really felt that find of love, the one they held two people together until death. That was until Gem. or, Pearl, a princess who was betrothed to her best friend Scott, falls in love with her handmaiden in a kingdom where it same-sex love is forbidden. [Art from @maplehazels on instgram, go check out their art! :D] (cross posed on A03 under the name The secret of our love by Captain_Blue [that is me!]) 'Royal Love' is the name of the series this is part of by me, 1: The Prince and The Fox 2: Red Poppies and Warm Kisses 3: Let's Change our World 4: Engaged Morning Kisses 5: Two Royals and The Commoner 6: Oh Love, Why Can't I Kill You? 7: The Secret Of Our Love