They say the hero will always make sacrifices in the heat of battle. Achillean Nestoris made the greatest sacrifice. He became something unrecognisable, something unredeemable. What Prime Songs did to the mind of the Deathsinger bears no comparison to the monster that the Tidesinger became when he saw no other way of...
[DOES NOT BELONG TO ME IN ANY WAY!! ] -Written by Dreamicide- After a near drowning experience as a child in which he doesn't remember how he survived, Lance avoids the ocean he once loved. He doesn't realize that's where his savior lives. Or: a slice-of-life story about a boy and his mermaid.
Ingressus and Achillean struggle to find their way home after a harmless hunting trip goes terribly wrong. A three-part Songs of War oneshot. Cover made with Mine-imator, Sharp's Face Rig credited.
When the past he's been running from is shoved into his face and secrets revealed, Grian's forced back into a world he thought he long since escaped. Grian's a prankster and good at flying, this was bound to happen eventually.
I'm sorry for killing you. I'm sorry I wasn't in control. I'm sorry that I betrayed your trust. I'm sorry I became your enemy. Entity and Herobrine are friends, best friends you could say. Or they were. It wasn't entirely his fault you know. Goodness knows he didn't want to kill his best and only friend. But h...
"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...
Tubbo lived a boring life. Wake up in white room, do nothing or be brought out and do something boring and a tad painful. It was the same thing every day, and he only had bee's for company. Well, that was all until a blond walked into his room. :: 𝐦𝐲𝐜𝐭 𝐗 𝐬𝐜𝐩 𝐚𝐮, 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 :: 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 :: 𝐓𝐖- 𝐠...
Tubbo can see the future. Sort of. Ever since he arrived on the Dream SMP, visions have always been blurring and spinning behind his eyes, throwing out glimpses of what's to come. Seeing is believing, and when you see too much, perhaps you must come to believe the hardest truth of all: Sometimes there is nothing you c...