Wilbur soot is a god and hates humans. They're gross things that really don't deserve to live. Well.. That was until he met TommyInnit. And let's just say you really shouldn't anger the God. or Wilbur is a god, Tommy is his favourite human. They decide to ruin the Dream SMP by starting a war, but they stayed longer than they planned to.. Everyone that hurts Tommy is... Well fucked. I no longer support Wilbur, written back in 2021/2022. I DON'T WANT TO BE CONNECTED TO ANY OF THE CC'S IN THIS FIC. I KEEP IT UP ONLY BECAUSE I PROMISED TO NEVER TAKE DOWN ONE OF MY WORKS (AS IT SUCKS WHEN YOUR FAVOURITE FIC GETS DELETED.) what the actual fuck: #1 on dreamsmp tag 12th of september 2021 #3 on platonic tag 27th of January 2022

Bitty! US pap x reader x Bitty! US sans Our two little bitties have been through a lot, so what happens when they meet a human that's hurting just as much as they are? DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BITTY BONES or the lovely art

Ragged breaths escaped your body, sharp eyes glaring up at the burning barn before you, your heart sped up and you screamed up at the sky, slamming your fists into the ground in anger. Your Mother came up behind you, scraped and bloody hands cradling your shoulders and brushing your hair away, her cracked sweet nothings whispered into your ear did nothing to quell the fire raging inside you. "Oh my love, never put out your fire." Her voice muttered to you, a bloody hand grabbing your cheek to force you to stare into her too dark black eyes, "your anger is a gift." "Use it."

You've finally been convinced to get a bittybones of your own. He seems to be warming up to you, you think. But how will he react to this new bittybones that you've taken in? A story of an Edgy and Runt being in a family. Note: I'm rewriting this story, as I'm not happy with how I left it. This is an ongoing story. That will not be updated for awhile.

If you can't tell what this is from the title idk what to tell you... I will do requests and they can be as detailed or as vague as you want. I will do OCs if you want. Maybe limes, but NO LEMONS. Loads of fluff Pronouns she and her unless requested otherwise Artwork isn't mine unless I say so (cover is mine) Enjoy!

The only way to the top in this world, this world born of war, born of death, the only way of ascension? ...is to become someone you don't want to be. And so I've got to break a promise. Because I've got a job to do. And there's no-one who's going to keep me from it. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ How can something so enticing have such awful side affects? All the itching and the scratching from withdrawl keeps me out of check, I am fixated on all of the things that we were together, but those are fragments that are better off lost forever. (Crystalline- Gumi English)

Well, I got requested to do this and I dedicate the first part to them! Basically this is just random scenarios with you and Sans! DISCLAIMER: I do not own Undertale or you. COMPLETED Cover made by @HoundsTooth

(I DO NOT WRITE ABOUT UNDERTALE ANYMORE SO PLEASE DON'T REQUEST ON THE CHAPTERS) the title says it all! The picture is not mine. I don't know who did it but if someone knows then please tell me! :)

||» Imperfect two «|| ""FATED TO M E E T"" ""DESTINED TO L E A V E"" »»» No one knows my story. No one has heard my story. And no one shall find out my story. ~ Y/N L/N •||=+=||• Prologue ~ She died. He died. They died. No one to hold on, she gripped her own life in her hands. Two either suicidal or accidental, the other murdered right in there house. She loved, she smiled, they left She cried. And she vows to never love the same way again. FATE made her GLANCE and MEET an IMPERFECT being But they were both DESTINED to LEAVE

[I have decided to do what I always wanted 😄😄]:some people put warnings for these so.....CHILD ABUSE IS DISCUSSED You were, thought to be mute and was horribly abused by your mother and because of the psychological trauma , you can't bring yourself to trust people......youve fallen and you find yourself alone...until a punky skeleton decides to take you in and raise you himself. Maybe this is just what you need and you'll be able to finally warm up to others, or maybe it won't be that easy and there will be struggles along the way. 💖Just as dew refreshes the wilting flower, tenderness restores the grieving heart.💖