Minecraftau Stories

The life steal panel was invited to vidcon. You are coincidentally there. You haven't heard of a lot of life stealers, knowing only parrot and rekrap. So when you stumble into FlameFrags on the way to the Lifesteal panel, trouble ensues. Except not everything is as it seems, and secrets and plot twists of a new world appear.

-𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

This started out as a decent idea, and has now become a joke lol Grammar probably doesnt exist here, I can write better but this is really just a place for me to let loose a buncha stuff. Splatoon manga characters are created by Sankichi Hinodeya 5-4-20: thanks for 1K views I'm glad y'all enjoy losing braincells

Demosthenes looked upon the dreary battlefield. Dirt and grime everywhere, death and loss, banners torn and spears broken, shields ruptured and arrows lost. War. Caused by her bloody hands In this moment, she was immune to it, but she knew that she would soon submit to her fear and her guilt. "I am Demosthenes," she started. "I am keroblazing, a destructive force, bringing many kings and queens to heel. War-mongerer, destroyer of more worlds than memory can remember. The Dragon's vessel. That is all I am, and all I will ever be." But a shy tap at her shoulder and the cool voice of Fernir asked, "We can change that."

What happens when the goddess of life meets the blood god... You are apart of l'Manburg and no one truly appreciates you even your boyfriend Quackity. (I started this book long before Technoblade passed away. I have decided to continue this book and techno's memory will live on in this book and within all of us. He will not be forgotten...) This is my first story so I'm sorry if it isn't up to your standards or expectations!

Secrets are hidden from everyone. Words are said behind people's backs. True feelings towards one another stay hidden, good or bad. Picture perfect. Framed to be something nice. With a bright enough smile your able to hide truth from everyone. But a simple accident can flip the world for everyone. ------------------------------------------------ This is a Dreamsmp au! If any of the CC mentioned in this story are uncomfortable with anything said in the story do not hesitate to tell me!! The TW mentioned in this story contain the following: Swearing Self deterioration Mentions of suicide Gore If any of these make you uncomfortable please skip the following chapter! Everything in this story is completely platonic! ------------------------------------------------- Date started- 5/9/21 Date finished- ???

This is where we explain how we joined and how it came to be. It is all fictional and it has a LOT of lore By that you mean a LOT We have a whole channel on our discord purely related to lore

❗Tales of the SMP, but the storyline won't be following the original plot of the SMP❗ -The reader is an adult and female -The book might contain triggering themes/topics -The art on the cover is not mine

"He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none." IN WHICH two fates intertwine, forever infatuated, forever doomed to fail~ technoblade x OC, dsmp - Minecraft au started 8th June, 2021

While Fredi Laura and the guy that sheltered them where in the hall, somebody fell down in front of the open door. They thought it was Herobrine....but it wasn't.... (I want to make it clear that this is a au, it's not connected to the main story at all. And I only one my oc, nothing else)

|~|⚠️If you see this book on anywhere other than Wattpad it has been stolen⚠️|~| The griffin stood hesitant outside of the portal. Quiet disoriented whispers escaping the seemingly endless white void of the portal ever so often. Thin wisps of smoke coming from the portal, beckoned the griffin closer like a child on Christmas Day, but alas the griffin knew better than to touch it. After all who knows what lies ahead. . . |~|⚠️Possible triggers: disorientation, cussing, mentions of blood, gore,, minor death, and panick attacks. You have been warned⚠️|~|

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Ranboo, a (past, rip) L'manburgian, and half enderman, part of the popular world named the Dream SMP. This story takes place in a Dream smp AU, and travels to Berk, the hometown of the dragons. Ranboo finds himself, after waking up, as a black scale-y flying lizard. What happens when a certain child and a toothless dragon find him? And how will the story progress after our favorite bedwars minor, orphan obliterater, and online dad join in? Timeline: Before the techno prison break, but Dream broke out on his own, and After the 2nd HTTYD (How to Train Your Dragon)

Imaginary friends were just as good as real friends. Actually, they were probably better. Tubbo wasn't completely certain about that, he'd never had any real friends. But real friends couldn't walk through walls, couldn't be invisible to everyone else, or stay by your side forever. So by that logic, imaginary friends were far superior. Tubbo has an imaginary friend, and they get into all sorts of fun mischief together. Meanwhile, in a house in the deeper parts of the forest, a family (of sorts) is grieving.

Tommy dragged her by the hand to their destination. She had grudgingly agreed to take him to visit his friends. She only hoped they didn't all act like her annoying little brother. It's not like she didn't love him or anything, on the contrary, he meant the world to her. But he was overwhelming sometimes with all the shouting. Suddenly, they were at the place. The cottage was settled nicely upon a small hill, surrounded by daisies. Outside of it were two boys. The blonde, sitting by the door, perked up as he spotted the two. He grinned as they approached. The other, an older looking brunette, looked up from his guitar with suprise.... "I didn't know you had a sister, Tommy." "I guess we all have secrets, Will." ~♡~ Hi there! I thought I'd finally give an actual dsmp fanfiction a try. I almost made it an x oc but I figured I might as well stick with what I'm used to. Hope you enjoy this one! No cussing or smut. Just fluff and fake cuss words. There will most definitely be violence, blood, and maybe some angst? We'll see. Also, to keep my story special, no trigger warnings except this one here. I'll see you in there. Note: Dialogue and plot will most likely be different because I have to add the reader in and because I'm too lazy to go find the real stuff.

Someone's heart can change fairly easily. Yet it is not quite easy to change it back. But can you change them back force? ------------------------------------------ Even though TC disbanded a while ago, that didn't stop them from continuing to play together. And that didn't stop anyone's burning hatred for others. But the voice going around telling the previous members to harm one another is definitely not the act of one of them right? And then what about the bloody words written at the back of the of the TC house telling Sky he knows what he is? Things become more sinister when they realise their base's locations is not known by outsiders. And now he's being targeted and attacked by someone possibly more deadly than the squids. Will his heart change? And will the other's heart change too?

(This is an AU that I thought up so if you want to use it please) [CURRENTLY being re-written] Every sixteen yr old in the Dream SMP has been forced to take a serum that allocates certain mob features to them, some get common mobs and some kids fade away from the towns history once they get rare mobs. No one really knows what happened to the lost kids until Y/n and her friends get stuck with rare mobs and land themselves in the rides of their lives. But what happens even after she sacrifices so much to try and help everyone only to forever be viewed as her allocated mob. What happens when she is nothing more then a weapon, a tool to ensure victory and minimize casualties. What happens when a good soul is worn to exhaustion and overworked until they can no longer continue. What happens when they snap after all the mistreatment and objectification of their powers and are burdened? When they mourn the loss of their identity of a person and the fate that was traded away long ago? What happens when a good soul is put through so much torture that at the end of their life they are no longer a recognizable shell of their former self. When the only they feel is the relief of sinking and falling into insanity and even then they do not get to make that choice for themselves.