Endermanranboo Stories

(DISCONTINUED) Dream is a powerful person. He has skills beyond this server and is well respected. He has no side and only fights for himself. Even though the whole of the DSMP respects him but they all have a question. Why does he wear his ridiculous mask, as well as his hoodie, even if it's 110 degrees outside. Those that have asked have seen him lose his cool and snap at them and give them the cold shoulder. But Dream really does have a secret, one that would have people at his neck. Even more if possible.

Ranboo was the normal green-eyed enderman. He had good parents, a home, and the most amazing friend, Mikale. But when the ender dragon dies earlier than expected, Ranboo's world turns upside down. Betrayal lurks around every corner, and there have been rumors of a revolution led by purple eyes... Disclaimer! This story does not follow my Minecraft Headcannons! TWs - Blood, angst, violence, death, memory problems, etc. If you have any Triggers that I didn't mention please comment them so I can put them on the list. Thank you! Cover Art by me :)

This is also on Ao3

This was never meant to happen. They were never supposed to see his face, never to know. And yet here he was on the run. faceless Dream au completed✔️

An Origins SMP Fanfiction. Enjoy!!! Less Than Three!!! ~Alex

human age works very different from ender age, meaning that in ender years, ranboo is just a young child. Edward (the enderman techno keeps in his house) takes care of him. i will try to do more oneshots, but seeing that I'm a very slow writer when not motivated, it might be just this one. also WE'RE REJECTING THE FACT THAT EDWARD DIED. CANON? WHO IS SHE? Cover art by: colourful unknown on Tumblr

Stumbling around in the forest wasn't the best for the little 3 year old, since it was snowing and all. He had very little body heat, his best friend was bleeding out on his back, being two and having very little in the first place, and the other crying and wasting his energy running ahead and back, scouting. "Oh. my. god. What happened to you three?" A mans voice sounded, he seemed sad, pained, and extremly angered. Flinching, the two that were awake looked up at the three men standing near the meadow they were trying to get too, how didn't they see them? "Sapnap, pick up the one carrying the other, George grab the other one. I got the bleeding one." The green sweat shirted man demanded, the children barely understood, only know they were tired, exhausted, and needed sleep. --- I own nothing but about half the plot, and the description is just an unedited beginning for chapter one! Enjoy!

Ranboo's birthday is coming up soon. Tubbo wants to do something special for his friend, considering the Enderian never got to celebrate it. Guess it's time to gather all the hybrids again for a party-yet-not-party! Because that's what you do for your introvert friend! ✧ "Tubbo had broken three needles already just trying to use them to drill through the jewels. He would've wrapped the string around the Amythyst and Gold, but that just makes it look ugly in his opinion. Not only that, but him and Phil had went to the market the other day and Tubbo bought some black lace that "was just PERFECT for the skirt." God he was tired."

Tommy is dead... killed and beat-up by Dream. he was never coming back and Tubbo blames himself for the death of his best friend/Brother. he should've done more, done better, protected him better, or just died in exchange for his life. With all of that self loath and self hate, Tubbo and his family (SBI+Ranboo) unexpectedly embark on a self discovery of what really is Tubbo's true identity. who are his real parents, why was he left in that box on the side of the road and why they left him. come and join the DreamSMP and to be a part of Tubbo's adventure, together with the SBI and everybody else. _____________________________ This is a multiverse of some sorts, also Tubbo is my comfort streamer so I write things mostly Tubbo-Centric. This being one of those. The photo's in the cover and the photos that I'll be using aren't mine,