(UPDATED JUNE 30 bc the story took a different direction over the 2 years I've been writing it o-o;) Skephalo and Sap6d fic taking place as a sequel to Midnight Birdsong. Very slowburn and also angsty but kinda hurt/comfort until closer to Chapter 59-ish where it becomes mostly hurt no comfort. Chapter titles are songs that relate to stuff/ foreshadow the story/ fit the chapter mood and there's a playlist with them called Twisted where I pick songs as I write chapters so you get a lil sneak peek before they're posted. *spoilers below* CW // violence, vomit, character in a temporary coma, (TBD) ~If anyone wants to make fanart of it for a cover, I'd love that :D

The people asked and they shall receive. These are Minecraft youtubers... If you don't know what a crackfic is, it's basically a story so nonsensical that you think the author must've been on crack while writing it. As the author I can tell you I was not, but if you've read any of my other work you know I don't need it XD TW // blood, death Cover by me (in case you couldn't tell)

Exactly what is says in the title! Mostly TommyInnit but occasional George and Karl. Bench Trio and Full SMP House are kind of my hyper fixation right now so expect a lot of it. Cover art doesn't belong to me!

"But... gods can't die right?" Badboyhalo sighed; he would regret his next words. "Yes, Skeppy, we can. If one of us were forced to drink a mixture of wine and god's blood, we could be killed." "But how?" "Not now, Skeppy. Let's talk about something else." --- If minecraft youtubers were gods, sounds like fun. --- AU inspired by dorkapye on Instagram! God artist - go look at the beautiful work she's done. (I have her permission to make this and use the art.) TW // blood, trauma, amnesia, death (There won't be chapter warnings) Inconsistent updates :D

A convoluted story told by unreliable narrators. (In case that was too big brain for you, I'll make it simple: Confusing mess where everyone might be lying and no one knows the whole truth about anything. Trust nothing. It's like Inception but a book.) WARNING: this is mostly angst, so if your heart's too fragile, leave now >:) This isn't made to follow everything canon. It's my personal reimagination of it. If you want to relive the story, go rewatch the vods. Don't correct me; this is creative, copying would be boring. Some stuff's the same but mostly it's different. Also all of the characters are seriously f***ed up :D Welcome to the Sadistic Mental Purgatory, or SMP. _____________ Cover by chekychickadee on Instagram (with permission) I used a glitch font translator for the title, google it. _____________ Tigger Warnings for all chapters (updates as I post them): The entrance = blood, mention of murder and death, brief gore

❤︎⁄⁄꒰* ॢꈍ◡ꈍ ॢ꒱.*˚‧ in which skep was colorblind, but bad brought colors to life. ✧ a skephalo story written by © leonardohamato.

Zak has always wondered about when he would be able to see the color of the sky, or the grass or even his mother's eyes. All his life, he's lived surrounded by shades of white, black and grey. He longed to see what the world around him truly looked like, and when that day would come. Darryl has become used to the bland world he lived in, no longer imagining what his hair color was, or the color of his dog's fur. Any mention of color in conversation made him completely close off and turn into an emotionless being. That is, until he saw the light blue sweatshirt in front of him. *Complete as of October 25, 2019*

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals

A place where we will discuss various things about TwoSet. It ranges from controversial topics or just light things that we can give our honest opinion on. If you see something you don't agree with, please comment why you don't agree with that. Also, there may be some treats, but not as often. You'll see what I mean about the treats later. Nothing too special though.