Despite how Quackity may... be. Despite his normally upset demeanor and occasional attitude, Wilbur likes the guy, truly does. So he tries to drop a few hints five times things Quackity was far too oblivious, and the one time he caught on To each their own chapter

A batch of short stories set within the Origins SMP stream server. Fics will be short, fluffy and feel-good.

This set of one-shots will be completely random, but will usually include various YouTubers that I watch. Rated T for extreme paranoa. Dropped

An orange haired futanari has just spawned into a fresh overworld.

Alex is a simple mob hunter, living a simple life in a small village. However, her life is thrown upside-down when she accidentally receives the memories and powers of the infamous Herobrine, who was recently imprisoned and sentenced to execution. With the help of Herobrine's allies, Alex has to learn to control her power while trying to avoid being killed by her newfound enemies.

Tommy is an ancient vampire. He has watched as humans made the same mistakes over and over again, and flipped off at least a vampire hunter or three. But he has never seen the kind of devotion this family shows for each other. It is dangerous to get attached to things - especially mortal things - at Tommy's age.

Violet is a close friend of Aphmau. What happens when she's included in the best and worst adventures. I don't own anything except Violet. Also expect very far apart updates. Cover image is Violet and drawn by moi!

It's been a few months since Herobrine saved Nuka from execution and befriended him, until suddenly an old acquaintance of Herobrine's shows up and offers him the chance to finish off his brothers once and for all. Something Herobrine had wanted for a long time. But will it really be that easy? ATTENTION! This is the second book in my Minecraft series!

Devoid of memory or purpose, a new Crafter is pushed forth into the unforgiving land of Minecraftia. Armed with nothing but his wits, he must…well…actually he's pretty witless. Hopefully he won't get killed in the first week. Hopefully.

Follow Steve's epic journey through a not-so-average world, and watch as he gets entangled in a prophecy concerning the fate of the land, as well as his lost memories. Contains many references to the game's history, familiar moments and characters, as well as cut content. Minecraft belongs to Mojang and, by extention, Microsoft. I only own the OCs and the overall story. (WIP)

Techno makes a friend, tries to get his pod a gift, and ends up beached. Not really in that order.

A one-shot

Tommy had to have noticed how worn out both his father and older brother had been. Maybe he was bored since they couldn't give him as much attention as they used to. Maybe Tommy was just acting out. Techno didn't know. All he did know, was that he didn't have time to entertain Tommy's silly stories about a person the size of a hamster living in their walls.

(Dream SMP - Technoblade centric) Technoblade never dies. That doesn't mean he won't have his fair share of close calls and sticky situations. (oneshot collection)

(AU - SBI-centric) An SBI-centric AU where they are ghosthunters. And trouble finds them more often than not.

Our heroes successfully escaped from the Entity's fortress and found respite in a nearby village, but not before long they are once again under threat from the dimensional overlord. Forced to flee, they find safety in a shelter built by one of their own. Now they refuse to be passive any longer. It is time to bring the fight to the Entity.

The road to hell is long and paved with good intentions. Ironically, so is the road to recovery. And for Tommy and Technoblade, that road probably has a few extra hurdles. OR: a series of interconnected chapters detailing an alternate, canon-divergent take on the DSMP ending, focused on Bedrockbros

Los Sanatos is new, new. A decade-old township running on the back of a gold rush. No enforcement, no licenses, no work safety. Every outlaw has their own code of honor. Industrialism moves fast but one man is determined to keep things as they are.

A series of connected one-shots that take place after the ending of "Stephan". Rated T for mentions of trauma and potential violence.

(Dark SBI) Techno is a human who needs a place to live. Phil, Wilbur and Tommy are vampires who need blood to survive. Two problems are fixed with a single solution. Though perhaps Techno should have thought twice about the consequences of entangling his life with three immortals.

Kristin expected her husband to bring back a souvenir from his journey. A rare book, an exotic delicacy, or perhaps a seashell from a faraway shore. What she didn't expect was for him to bring back a child claimed by a god.

It's all fun and games for Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo - also known as The Bench Trio - crew of Clementine. Stealing from the rich and pissing off fellow pirates, Sleepy Bois Inc. But, with the most feared privateers on the seven seas, The Dream Team, hot on their tail and hunting them with a vengeance, just how long can The Bench Trio keep running? (Dream SMP)

Wilbur hums lowly, tilting his chin up and grinning. "Don't you have work to do, Quackity?" It's stupidly cocky and Quackity finds himself trying not to repeat the way Wilbur dragged out his name over and over in his mind as he glares at him, a tight and fake smile spread across his face as he crosses his arms. Or Quackity works at a grocery store, Wilbur works at the coffee shop

Quackity was just trying to steal some resources for himself. Not save this random stranger's life after almost killing him. He especially wasn't trying to get himself stuck with surviving with the guy either. What's his name again, Wilbur? Yea, boring name and boring personality, Quackity honestly wishes he could be free of the man's company. or, cquackbur zombie au w/ old summary

All Techno's previous foster placements ended in disaster, so can anybody really blame him for not holding out much hope when he's placed with the Crafts? Getting attached will only make it hurt more when they finally discard him. That is what Techno keeps telling himself, even when his denial starts growing literal roots in his lungs and the first flowers spill from his lips.