Passerine Stories

btw this is not my story the story is from blujamas on ao3 but for the people who dont have ao3 but have wattpad here it will be :]

The happier times and memories that Technoblade would remember for the rest of his immortal life in the Passerine universe that was written by Blujamas on AO3 This oneshot also includes snippets of POV changes such as Wilbur's POV but this story will be told mostly in Techno's point of view in the third person. This work is my take on what may have been Techno's happier memories from passerine and is not a part of the original fanfic but is inspired by it. The plot may be confusing but hopefully it's understandable also be posted on AO3 under same username

Ranboo clawed at Dream's hand, the green god's expression sullen and dark, despite the well-painted, lamented, wavering grin spread unevenly across his face, the teen gasping for air sharply. It was practically as if Dream was struggling to keep the thin smirk on his face intact. He could feel his fingers go numb, as if he suspended him in time, the tips of his hands feeling bitter and cold. The smiling god's eyes were glassy, unusually polished under the moonlight, his startlingly vivid green eyes penetrative, hard, and lost. Hunting for a pleading answer naively, a resolve Ranboo knew no one possessed. "You took-" Dream's voice was hoarse, angry, on the verge of breaking down. "You took everything from me." "I know." The words came choked out, in scarcely a breath of a whisper, black spots ebbing in and out of his view as the numbness infected his limbs. "I'm sorry."

See what would happen if the two worlds collide. TW will be placed at top of individual chapters however genuinely there will be swearing, spoilers for dsmp lore and spoilers for Passerine. This is based on the dsmp and also Passerine created by blujamas Also to give you an idea of time this is set not long after Dreams prison escape and Ranboo's death. Cover made by me

Just me printing and binding Passerine by blujamas on ao3

╭──〔❨✧✧❩〕──╮ •A SBI fanfiction I decided to conjure up within an hour!• **Characters: Technoblade, Tommyinnit, Philza, Wilbur, mentions of other DSMP members. ••Technoblade is the main character! 🔱

Diamond, a story written by Enderchest (Ender). Art made by qiuuuuuuuu on tumgir. This is a DSMP Royal AU, inspiration off of Passerine Wilbur stared at the thickening clouds above, the graying storm reflecting in his chocolate brown eyes. The lanky man sighed gently, his breath coming out in small puffs of white. The male licked his chapped lips as he looked down at the kingdom, he could hear the loud chatting of citizens from the palace. A knock came from the grand large brown door into his room, the male stood up and walked inside off of his balcony. His curly hair going right back into his face due to the wind, he walked to the door and fixed himself before opening it. There stood a knight who just bowed to him, "Sir, your father has requested your presence in the throne room."

This is a really short story based off of Passerine, I haven't actually watched anyone in the Dream SMP but a friend did read me Passerine. This is mostly just to pull at your heartstrings. Enjoy. <3 :)

inspired by passerine on a03 by blujamas, thcscus (blujamas) ended :( sorry!!

This is a short story I'm writing based off of the origins smp and passerine :) but it will include my own ocs!! I hope you enjoy reading this Will :)

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not.

You've never heard of the Dove's tale. The tale of a small boy with orange hair. The tale of why the crows always gather behind the king. The tale of why the church is a sacred place. The tale of why Blue is such a sacred color. Or why the flower shop is a memorial. Or why the mountains are so misshapen. Never talked about the gods. The mortals. The demis. Altogether Is the dove's tale. And it starts with him.

Info on Character's fact,etc

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. - I am not the author of this story, I am only uploading to Wattpad for those who don't have Ao3. if he was well off this book ask right to be taken down please tell me and I will gladly do so <3 (art by sadist)

Just a bunch of unfinished/finished work that I forgot that I have.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Just a book of oneshots including people from the DSMP, all of them are platonic :) ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── (Mainly angst with a rare occurrence of fluff)

Not my fanfic a repost from Ao3 by the amazing and talented blujamas. Go read the original on Ao3 if you want

Wilbur is alone. Alone, with his guitar. It's his only company, but he's happy with it. He gets bored, so writes a tune. One that, unbeknownst to him, would be known as "The Fallen". ***Set after the plot of "Passerine", when Phil and Techno have both left to fight.***

This is a Royal Sleeping Boys Inc fanfiction!