Tommy was just a kid who didn't know his place in the world. A kid who threw around playful insults and was reckless. A kid who didn't really know to whom or where he belonged. A kid who wasn't sure how to cope with the world he had been put in. A kid who swung a sword at anything that moved. A kid with no power. A kid with no wisdom or skill. Just a powerless, annoying child. At least that's what everyone thought. TW: Blood, Death, Gore, Violence

Monsters aren't evil just misunderstood Started: 1/1/2021 Finished: 4/12/2021 Edited: 10/25 Disclaimer: I only own the plot.....that all.. I don't own you I don't own anyone else in this book Warning: The book starts out pretty cringe Cussing Gore Panic attacks Homophobes Lgbtia+ Blood

In which a young girl wakes up in a forest with no memories. --------------- I regret to inform that the MC in this story will be female, and will be using she/her pronouns. no, this is not a oneshot book, this is going to be a story I do not own you, or any of the MCYT featured in this story, I only own the story. updates are (mostly) every weekend :) January 5, 2021: #27 in yanderexreader January 5, 2021: #3 in mcytxreader January 7, 2021: #2 in wilbursoot January 9, 2021: #5 in Eret !JANUARY 16, 2021 10K READS! !JANUARY 29, 2021 20K READS! !FEBRUARY 13, 2021 35k READS! !FEBRUARY 26, 2021 51K READS! !JULY 5, 2021 334K READS!

What if Tommy and Tubbo died in the second war? They died as child soldiers, but will their death enable them to get back their childhood?

"I don't think you want to do that." Dream said talking to the ghost threatening him. "And why shouldn't he?" The blonde asked from behind the ghost. "I mean... the thing Jshlatt gave me is worth more to you if I'm alive rather than dead." "What do you mean?" The orange fox asked. Dream then smirked while he pulled out a photo. "Your family had one before you~" Dream said to the fox. "He was VERY protective of you~" "What!?" Most of the people said. "Jshlatt... What...?" The ghost said confused. "He got in a fight with someone over YOU Fundy, and lost one of his three lives. Wilbur, who was distraught about Sally leaving, got mad at him. He ended up getting so mad that your brother ran away from your house. He never came back because Jshlatt gave him a chance to leave the realm. He was so mad that he and Jshlatt got into a fight where Jshlatt stole your fathers stuff resulting in me banning him. By then, your brother was out of the realm and far far away. Jshlatt gave me the location of where he got him out too. Since only me and Jshlatt know how to create the portal, you need me alive~" Editor and one of my bff's: @MelissaGayLover Started: 12/23/2020 Ended: --/--/---- #23 in Jshlatt: 12/27/2020

"GUYS, GUYS! I FOUND TOMMY, HE'S ON THE FLOOR!" Tommy laid still, passed out. "IS HE BREATHING?" asked someone with a very high pitched, girly voice. "I'LL CHECK!" Tommy's best friend laid his head on his chest, to check if his heart is still beating and if he is breathing. Tubbo stuttered, "He's barely alive. Let's take him to your house Niki." Hey, author here. This story is no way going to be a ship of Tommy or Tubbo (dont ship them they are minors omfg) no inappropriate or sexual things will be happening, so don't worry about it! This is just going to be an au of what happened in the final war for l'manberg. just loads of angst hfugfdg Uh there might be a bit of gore? loads of angst aaand detail descriptions of specific things, for example the way Wilbur wanted to blow L'manberg up, not sure if that counts as a tw but im adding it anyway

Tommy was tired. Tubbo was tired. They both carried more than their fair share of bloody and dark experiences with them, more than any teen should have to go through. They'd thought about it a lot. It'd be a change of page, a fresh breath for their mental health. Something they both deeply needed, more than they'd admit to anyone else. Tubbo losing his second life was the last straw. Trudging through the constant paranoia and concern for the other's disinterest in their own health, they make it to peaceful, sleepless nights staring at the stars, sarcastic remarks exchanged quicker than lightning, barefoot races down grassy fields, and familiar jokes. They start to feel waves of something they haven't felt in a long time. Safety. Maybe they'll be alright after all.