His eyes, usually dull and sad, were ablaze with anger and hatred. He was done with Dream, he was done letting people hurt him, he was done with L'manburg and how much pain that place alone had brought him. "It's a place that only holds sorrow and fear now, Tommy." Wilbur had said, his brown eyes dull as he spoke. "It's brought grief even to us, hasn't it." Wilbur looked at Tommy before he continued. "It's not the place I built, L'manburg not the place that you and I loved." How right Tommy realized Wilbur was. The place he had once called home was no more than a breeding house for the chaos and sadness that now plagued the SMP. He wished he hadn't been so blind in the beginning, listened to Wilbur. But he had hoped that L'manburg wasn't a lost cause, that what he had fought so hard for was still salvageable. But he knew that L'manburg was always meant to fall, and they had only delayed it's downfall. "I-I'm sorry Wilbur... I should have listened to you." He whispered out, he knew his brother couldn't hear him but he could hope that his words would travel into the afterworld to reach his ears. "Please forgive me." He wiped his tears away vigorously, looking towards the now-destroyed nether portal. "I'll finish what you started... I'll do what should have been done." Aus: Winginnit au Villain Tommy au Sbi family au Warnings: Gore Death Main character death(s) Mental abuse Physical abuse Crazy Tommy Dismemberment Torture Trauma

No longer updating any of my books My eyes flew open, and I saw that I was laying on top of the male. Heat rose in my face. I immediately sat up, and scooted away from him. Despite wearing the mask, which I would've thought would be really uncomfortable to sleep in, I could hear his breathing. A few moments after the warmth of my body left his side, Dream stirred awake. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. '2:45 am? Jesus I am going to feel awful later.' I thought to myself. I looked over and the male was stretching in a half yawn. "I can set up the guest bedroom for you, if you don't feel like driving to your place." I offered with a yawn. "I think I'll call an uber, and get one of my guys to drive my car to my place later." Dream replied. [Exerpt from chapter 8] After being sent on a mission to assinate one of the most powerful mafia leaders, y/n's mission starts to get difficult. Can she successfully assassinate him if she starts to develop feelings? This is for mature Audiences DreamWasTaken x Fem Reader Created: March 20, 2021 Published: April 4, 2021 Each chapter will have over 1000 words

"What do we have here?" He said as he crouched down to my level. "Why are you running from l'manburg? Are you a citizen there?" He asked as I stared into the eye holes of his mask. "Who. Are. You." He stated, a little more impatient than before. "I don't know." In which a young twenty year old girl finds herself with no memory of her life and a stranger with a green hoodie and a white smiling mask helps her find her way. There will be no smut, only slight fluff. Also there is swearing and violence so don't read if that makes you uncomfortable. The cover art is mine, but all the other art in the book is from various places like tiktok and Instagram. I'm going to try to make the story as close to what happens on the smp as possible, but for plot purposes there may be some gaps. 11/23/2022: #2 - dreamwastakenxoc 3/22/2023: #4 - dreamsmpwar 5/15/2022: #1 - jschlatt 10/3/2022: #1 - tommyinit 10/20/2022: #1 - lmanburg Started: 1/19/2022 Ended: 8/5/2024

-DreamNotFound/Gream Fanfiction- #1 in mincraftyoutubers #1 in saddness #1 wilbursoot ~~~~ To be honest, George never really cared about all the warnings he'd heard on the news. Since the new virus had come about, called the Sleeping Death by most people, the nation had been in a panic. There was already a health organization founded around finding a cure for it. George believed that just because it was mysterious didn't mean there was reason to fear. Besides, he lived alone and he was generally a very careful person, there was no way he was in any danger. Or so he thought. When he and a group of seven others wake up mysterious hallway with eight doors, and the feeling that it's all a dream, they must band together to figure out what happened and how to escape. However, the stakes change when one of the eight step forward with some information that could effect the entire world. Join them as they battle their worst fears, personal feelings and unknown threats in this new fanfiction: Mindscape ~~~~ Disclaimer: Plot is mine Characters are real people This book is purely for fun and an excuse to finally write my idea Characters in this book are based off of real people, but I am in no way forcing this ship on them at all. Should a problem arise, this book will be taken down without hesitation. All places, corporations, and general settings in this book are fictional, any resemblance to real places and businesses are purely coincidental. I ship their personalities, not the people. Again, this book was written purely for fun and in no way reflects my opinion on the real life relationship of these people. ~~~~ WARNING: Shipping Spiders Strong Language Death Gore Illness/Disease Sexual innuendos Alcohol/Drugs Guns Trauma Needles (Other medical and death-related TWs)

"Quackity?" I spin around, tackling him and tumbling roughly into the wall behind us. I pin his wrist down, tears dropping onto his soon-to-be crimson shirt. I can almost see the blood seeping out of the wounds I intend to slice into his skin. His pupils dilate as he clutches the dagger's hilt before it meets the vulnerable flesh of his neck. "Quackity drop the fucking knife," Wilbur hisses, gritting his teeth. My eyes widen as my grip loosens on the blade and his wrist, the knife clattering out of my grasp as I stare at him. I dip down, sensing the tension hovering between us, feeling his heart hammer against his ribcage. From where sit straddling his waist, I see his face soften at the sight of my dishevelment. "What are you so afraid of?" he whispers gently. * * * Synopsis: Behind closed doors, a casino isn't all glittering lights and card games. It's made of traitors and cheaters... Quackity has always stood in other's shadows, cast out from countries, betrayed by those whom he loved, and laughed at by those whom he thought he could trust. The moment he creates an empire of his own, however, suddenly everyone wants a piece of their own, and it seems as if they'll stop at nothing for a taste of power. On the night of Las Nevadas' grand opening, a traitor threatens to tear down everything Quackity has built, and it seems as if the only one whom he can trust is a man who has an interesting relationship with matches and TNT. Cover art is mine! CW/TW: language, smut, blood/gore, weapons, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, abusive/ toxic relationships, substance abuse, anxiety attacks, sexual assault, assault, character death, vomiting/ nausea, etc. Viewer discretion advised.

A young blonde boy wakes up in the middle of the forest. He can't remember how he got there or much about himself either. His name is blank from his mind, and he can't even remember his family. His clothes are torn and dirty, and he wonders what happened. He's not hungry, but he wants a small snack, yet every apple tree and every berry bush he passes doesn't strike his fancy. He eventually makes it to a city. Large buildings are fallen over and the ones still standing have busted out windows and/or have smoke and fire coming from them. He can hear distant screams and yells and gunshots. There are people passing him that are strange. They're badly injured and walk slightly hunched over. Some are missing limbs, and some are missing and eye, or both. They don't even appear to be alive to the boy. They look his way but don't mind him. Tommy is confused and scared. He can slightly remember this place to be his once home, and it makes him upset that's it's gone to such shit, and scared by everyone's screams and the fires and the fighting, and mostly, the fact that some people are eating each other. And why are people running from the boy when they see him? ~~~ TW// Cussing Blood Gore Fighting/violence Cannibalism Guns Weapons Injuries etc... ~~~ Started: January 14, 2023 Finished: January 15, 2023

"Its been 5 years since the famous streamers: Technoblade, Dream, GeorgeNotFound, SapNap, Skeppy, and BadBoyHalo went missing. They were each streaming on the Dream SMP that day, everybody had just about logged off when the server suddenly shut down with the 6 still online. After a day of not hearing from them, a few people checked the SMP. The server was locked." -News article 2026. (Warning- Non of this is remotely close to the actual SMP or these streamers IRL selves. please don't judge me if nothing in this story lines up with the real SMP. thanks for reading!) Tommy and Tubbo were sick and tired of hearing non stop about the disappearances. The two brothers wanted them to be found just so people would shut up about it, that was until scientists finally figured out what happened and how to get them out. each of the missing streamers were stuck in the world, their bodies now part of the game. The only way for them to get out was to either beat the game or find some sort of loop hole, their only problem? Dream had destroyed the end portals that were within 1000's of blocks a month before the disappearances and if they died? Game. Over. Scientists developed a new VR like device, they only made 3. With those 3 they needed volunteers but nobody seemed to want to risk it. Tommy decieded to do it for fun and drag Tubbo with him. Can Tommy and Tubbo and one other help Dream and everybody else escape the SMP? Or will somebody else on the inside stop them from beating the game and kill them. Find out in this Romance, adventure, and fantasy book! 400 reads- Feb 22nd 2021 900 reads- Mar 28th 2021 1k reads- April 8th 2021

Hello, I made this story when I was 13 and obsessed with the DSMP. Please for the love of CHRIST do not read this and interact with it. The only reason I have it up is because I feel bad taking it down for those who bookmarked it. I do not condone ANYTHING any of these creators have done in the reason years. Especially Wilbur Soot, who is a main focus in this writing. Please do not support people like him and many of the content creators of the DSMP. Then again, do not harass anyone for liking the DSMP. Thank you.

What if techno never broke dream out? It's been almost 5 years since they locked him up, 5 years without seeing the world. Just a plain dark room filled with hot lava. It's been way too long. He was losing his mind. That's when Quackity had gone too far and made Dream lose his memories. Now all the boy remembers where those bad memories of the people he cared about leaving him and the awful things he had done to them. He didn't want to remember it. He wanted it all to end. No more Dream. And his wish actually came true. As the members on the server had voted whether Dream would be executed or spared. Majority voted for his execution and so it'll be. Right when his execution was happening someone had crashed the 'party' right on time and was able to rescue him. Though he questioned why this man was helping him after all those awful things he did. "Why are you helping me? "Doesn't everyone hates me" _______________ Some TW: . Death . Blood . Torture(Gore) . Cannibalism . Suicide attempts . Eating disorder . Execution I'll put more through the book to make sure you'll know what will happen. Also this is my first ever dream angst book so bare with me. S.D: November 4, 2022 E.D: May 24, 2023 (Edit 1: Tysm for 16K views💗) (Edit 2: I regret making this)

Tommy had just recently moved homes. The one he left was one full of memories. Not good ones, but not necessarily bad ones, either. He didn't have much to live for at his old home, so he moved in hope of starting over and meeting new people. He had no more family, and his school friends had long moved on from him. In fact, the only number in his contacts was his mum's who was long passed away. Tommy was young (sixteen, to be exact) and he often forgot things. Usually just as simple as forgetting to do the laundry, or forgetting to reply to a notification on his phone that he received three seconds prior. Simple things that didn't matter. This time, though, he forgot to charge his phone before leaving his new, barely furnished apartment. He didn't think much of it. If it died, it died. No biggie, right? He figured he'd be alright for an hour or so without his phone. That is, until he got lost in the large, unfamiliar town that he definitely didn't even slightly know the layout of. He didn't know where he was or how to get back to his apartment, especially without a GPS. And then, when it definitely couldn't get worse, it began to rain. Tommy was soaked. He was cold, hungry. He cut into an alley and sat down against a brick wall, curled up on himself. He sat there for a while, and then heard footsteps. It was three men. The older one crouched down in front of him. "You look awful...Come with us, mate." But Tommy didn't want to. These people felt...off. ~~~ TW// Cussing Kidnapping Injuries Manipulation Stockholm syndrome Drugging someone etc... ~~~ Started: May 10, 2023 Finished: August 5, 2023 (This took way too long 😭)