BedWars is a multiplayer PvP minigame originally from the Hypixel server, in which players fight to be the last standing... Of course, it's all just a game. Purpled doesn't actually go around, killing players and breaking beds for coins. It's all just a game, right? Until it isn't.

"Just Wilbur.. again." Tommy said, "I miss the old him." "He's just being him you know, the second anything slightly inconvenient happens he destroys his life..." P.S: This is not affiliated with 'Home?', the books are based in two completely Au's and have nothing to do with eachother!

"Hey, are you new here?" Puffy asked once he was close enough. "Uhm, yeah you could say that." "Well, welcome to the DreamSMP! I'm CaptainPuffy, but everyone just calls me Puffy," she smiled and stretched her hand out for him to shake. The boy looked at her hand for a second, contemplating on what to do. He eventually grabbed it, and Puffy realized his hands were very calloused. "I'm TommyInnit, but you can call me Tommy. It's nice to meet you." His tone was polite and he gave her a small smile. ------ When Tommy is 18, he returns home after being in exile for two years.

*** In an Alternate Universe to the Dream SMP, with demons, angels, and mystical creatures. *** Tommy was a child. But his mental age was far from it. His entire life, he'd been alone, trapped in Hell, and forced to fend for himself. Until the day he was left, clinging to his life, all alone. But he didn't die. Physically, at least. From that day onwards, everything changed. And it wasn't necessarily for the better. *** Started: 04 January 2021 Completed: 24 April 2021 *** Trigger Warning This book covers many dark topics, such as trauma, child neglect, and abus3, eds, and bl00d. If any of these topics bother you in some way, I recommend not reading this story *** This story contains the overall storyline of the AU up till chapter 5, events after that are purely headcanon. *** AU Ib: @chewwypepsicola on Twitter ***

Tommy was your average teenager, he got alright grades , he made friends . there was only one thing that stopped all of that . it created a cage he was trapped in. ... the cage would smell like nothing , but taste like death ¿ ∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆ 💠no ships 💠 💠 no smut 💠 💠 just sadness 💠9 ∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆|∆| (I do have a lot of fun with my keyboard in this so don't mind that B) note : you all can request stuff if you want!

ranboo angst. contains unsettling (?) themes. make sure to check the tws on top of each chapter to avoid any sort of discomfort <3 enjoy your stay ! but in case i forget to mention some of the tws, here's what you'll be finding yourself reading most of the time - this book deals with heavy topics such as : character death, eating disorders, suicidal thoughts, derealization, self harm, abuse, violence, gore ect. none of the art pieces used in the chapters / cover are / is mine. credit to the rightful owner / s. if any of them are yours and you don't want them here, please let me know and ill take them down !

This is just a Sleepy Bois+ Tubbo family/adoption au that I decided to write because why not? Tommy and Tubbo are twins, Philza is the dad, Techno the oldest and Wilbur is the middle child (technically) So yeah, read if you want to, idk. Art cover credits-> @Staridenn on Twitter, so go check them out. Also this is just a fanfic, I don't own any of the characters, just the story, etc etc. I'll take it down if any of the cc's have a problem with it. There will be no smut. Or anything of the sort. This is just a family au that I wanted to write. I hope you enjoy!:)

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. ... 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ. Dream looked at the dead body, who soon faded away. He blinked, before sighing and going back to L'manberg. Not before grabbing her sword, and most of her belongings she's left behind though. Somewhere rather far away, laid an unconsciousness figure leaning on a tree. She possessed beautiful y/h/c y/h/l hair, which seemed to dance in the light breeze. She wore a clean gray sweatshirt with the initials W.D in bold white letters were in-scripted. The jeans she had on were slightly ripped, and she wore simple sneakers. Her skin was translucent, revealing the oak tree through her arms. She seemed perfectly at peace, and didn't seem to be injured much. There were a few minor scars on her legs that looked to be bleeding, but it wasn't trickling. It was practically frozen. A bit odd if you ask me. But judging by the looks of it, she seemed to be a 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 '𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸'. Cover art: @PenWingStar on Deviantart 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐒𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭.)

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ'ꜱ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ. ❛𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘺- 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵, 𝘞𝘪𝘭?❜ ❛𝘏𝘮? 𝘖𝘩! 𝘏𝘪! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺.❜ 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐭: 𝐎𝐨𝐩𝟒𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐒𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭.)

Wilbur's entire life changed when his parents got into a car crash and he got adopted. After almost a year and a half of constant abuse, he can't trust anyone anymore, this all changed when he runs into someone he thought he'd never see again. ART NOT MINE!!! I FOUND IT ON GOOGLE!!! (I couldn't figure out who the artist was)