[𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙎𝙇𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙀𝘿𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂] 𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 an early life of torment and neglect, you'd think an average person would struggle with their damaged balance of mind. And you'd be right. Within the tiresome endeavour of living, only doubles with the chains of a desolate past. Dragging her under, down below the surface as to smother her into submission. The exhaustion taking it's toll as she gives in to the end, give in to the temptation of death, and all her problems will simply fade away. However, there's this thing inside. And that thing is raging, fighting to survive. Compelling her to move through the storm with roaring waves and darkened skies, convincing her to care and protect. Until she realises, she is no longer living for herself. Given the chance to return to deaths iced waters, could you find it in yourself to abandon that thing that's kept you alive for so long, only to quench your own selfish desires?... 𝑩𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘐𝘕𝘚𝘌𝘙𝘛

after technoblade finds a lost, injured stranger in the woods near his cabin, he takes her in. follows dream smp lore, characters based on dsmp!personas, not the actual people playing them. c!technoblade x fem!reader this story deals with dark subjects such as: memory loss, death, injury, abuse, blood, gore, swearing, manipulation, and disassociation . please do not read if any of these things bother you. lowercase intended :) i made sure to not describe y/n in any specific detail, as to include everyone <3 remember you're beautiful no matter skin color, size, or shape. luv u !

Y/n was a small girl when she was separated from her friends and family in a village fire. She was hopeless, but she was saved by a unique looking boy her age. Unfortunately, they are separated, but their bond is strong and as they grow up, they begin to realize how they really feel towards each other. A/n: Heyooo I'm sad so I'm writing a fanfiction, please give me feedback bc uh I haven't written fanfiction in a few years B] Also no smut bc I'm on a school computer lmao Also also I have been updating at least once daily, so I hope you enjoy my multiple sleepless nights and aches from sitting down for so long lmao

sac·cha·rine /ˈsak(ə)rən/ excessively sweet or sentimental. --- 'She's beautiful.' The voice's whisper surfaced back in his head. But was that truly one of the voices speaking? Or was that his own thought? He shook his head, attempting to dismiss the whisper- his thought. All these soulmate crap isn't true. He protruded his previous conclusion immediately in the center of his mind. And yet this person he barely even knew- a person whom he just met, had already caused his heart to leap out of his chest. Or A saccharine love story between a coy witch and a blood god.

(C!Technoblade x Mother!Reader) The king of the Antarctic Empire finds an injured woman in the snow with her half enderman son. He made a rash decision to take them in, maybe Phil was right, the king was going soft.

"You can't be serious." "If you ever set foot in the Dream SMP, or any of its surrounding countries, you will be executed." "Why keep me here? Why not just put me in that massive prison of yours?" "That prison was never built to keep you of all people. But if you keep trying my patience, I just might make you a cell." "Just go. You got what you want, I'm far from your precious country. Just leave me here and never come back." "You know I can't do that." "That blizzard outside is almost as cold as you are, Dream. You walk in here, and it's like all the warmth just disappears. One day, you'll catch a cold from that ice you've festered in your heart." "There will come a day when you, too, learn to become heartless to protect yourself." ***** What did I ever do to deserve being banished from the home I've done nothing but love, to a place nearly as cold as the masked man forcing me to stay here?

Who knew finding a gremlin of a boy living underneath Technoblade's house would only be the start of both your troubles. --- !DISCLAIMER: This is a dreamsmp Techno x Reader. This is by no means an IRL Technoblade story, thank you for your time, and enjoy! --- Also can be found on Tumblr under the username, Lonely-Lost-Soul!

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK TWO -- Approaching Anoitos' temple again, you opened the door, turning as you stepped inside to close it again. The door closing with a satisfying clunk, you spun back around, intending to just quickly bow your head and grab your beads without much circumstance. You were not expecting to see a man, mid-way through stuffing his face with the plate of offerings you had brought, at the altar, his eyes blown wide with panic and focused on you. You stared back at him. "I- you- what are you doing? Who are you? How-?" You turned halfway back to the door, intending to run for one of the guards. "Wait!" The man's voice drew your attention back to him, just in time to see his appearance shift slightly - like there was something behind the mirage of his skin. For a moment - the man was gone, and in his place, a living replica of the hulking gold warrior depicted in the statue took his place. Your hand dropped from the handle of the door, staring up at the god before you. Out of all the times for your prayers to be answered... and of all ways, like this... "See?" He said, shrinking back to the man you had seen before, the boyish smile you knew so well still on his face. "It's just me!" Standing before you, with crumbs of bread on his face, was Anoitos, somehow - impossibly - in the flesh.

She ran from her home after being sentenced to death. Accused of being a witch, Naomi is forced to run for her life after discovering a talent in the 'dark art' of enchantment and brewery. When lost, she meets a camp of four boys; A man in a green tunic and mask, a goggled man with an accent, a black-haired arsonist, and a man obsessed with baking bring a drastic change to the life she was familiar with. But, the past does not go away. ------------------------------------------------------------------- A dreamwastaken fanfic. Cover Art by @whunderful on Twitter :)