but with drarry

Underground markets have become the scorn of Tommy's existence, full of contraband, of which he is included in, the cages lining the walls make his stomach twist. Still, he's here now, and there's no reason to panic with his crew right here by his side. Right?

Tommy likes making chaos.Tubbo likes planning chaos.Ranboo secretly loves chaos.They are the perfect team. Tubbo has a big plan to cause lots of trouble for the hero's of L'manburg.Why? Because why not?

Ranboo brushes a thumb over his memory book, the knowledge of Tubbo's entry still fresh in his mind from his quick recap on the way over. Tubbo: Ex-president. Tommy's friend. Lives in Snowchester. Friend? "You don't have to, I guess," Tubbo shrugs, rubbing his hands together for warmth. "Just a suggestion." "You're sure you want me to live here?" Tubbo frowns. "Why wouldn't I?" "Well, I mean, we're... We're not exactly friends." Tubbo's hand - the bad one, the one that's mostly scar tissue - twitches, and Ranboo can sense that he's said something wrong. "Are we not?" - Ranboo and Tubbo go from barely friends to doting husbands in a matter of weeks, adopting a child and building a mansion somewhere along the way. Here are some of the moments in between.

"Phil, we can't just adopt random teenagers." "I mean technically we can." "Let me rephrase that, we morally can't adopt random teenagers." "You know you wanna adopt him too." Phil had that look on his face, the one that just screamed 'you know I'm right' and it was sadly true. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mafia AU where Techno and Phil are Mafia bosses and basically adopt Ranboo.Ranboo is oblivious to everything weird going on around them, slowly being dragged into The Syndicate without even knowing it.

“Awww, George, did you see him! He was so cute!” “... Dream, he just cussed you out.” “Is... is that not what babies do?” George inhaled deeply before sighing, “No, Dream. That’s not what babies do.”——————————————————————— Title from Current Joy’s ‘Blondie’ ——————————————————————— In which I reject all canon relationships and just want Tommy to be happy. Feb 27 2024 edit: DISCONTINUED — see my fic "Do Mi Ti" for reason.

In exile, Tommy begins to hear voices. Voices that sound like Tubbo, Ranboo, and Purpled. Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled have no idea how they messed up time travel bad enough to end up in past-Tommy’s head, but they’re going to do everything in their power to save him.

It was a highschool AU....Then it was a fake smp....then they defied the laws of physics and the fake smp lore became real... I am absolutely 100% orphaning this because WHAT THE FUCK UPDATE WHY CANT I ORPHAN????

Being COMPLETELY CHANGED AND REWRITTEN

In which a young girl wakes up in a forest with no memories.---------------I regret to inform that the MC in this story will be female, and will be using she/her pronouns.no, this is not a one-shot book, this is going to be a story I do not own you, or any of the MCYT featured in this story, I only own the story. **DISCONTINUED AS OF 2023.**

Quackity had always drawn the short stick in life until he was picked up by Schlatt off the streets to become something greater. Little did he know he'd become the center of attention of a piglin, one of the most terrifying specimens in Schlatt Industry's Main and most hazardous facility. While trying to still salvage his own life with practiced survivability, he finds he might actually have a chance at something far greater than what he ever thought he was worth, if only he can gamble properly. aka a mostly Quackity-centric with other POVs here and there in an Experimentation Facility/Foundation AU where the Sleepers have some insane powers and are exploited for the 'good of all' through experiments and greedy pockets. ===>Note:<=== When I started writing this story years ago, Wilbur was featured as a scared 11 year old kid, nothing like his dsmp or cc, throughout every chapter. Upon the allegations and admittance to Wilbur becoming an abuser, I took a long break between chapter 36 and 37 in order to revamp the way I wanted this story to continued. In Chapter 38 he is effectively written out of the story and will remain that way until the end of the story where things will wrap up.

all ranboo did was blush violently and turn around, tail flicking behind him. “oh my god, tubbo, i didn’t—i didn’t know you were doing that.” ~ tubbo had just been having a regular tuesday evening, the usual: stuffing himself with a vibrator and moaning ranboo's name. it didn't turn out so well when ranboo catches him, until they both realize that 'platonic' is for losers, and ranboo should really just eat tubbo out and rail him until he's too fucked out to walk for a week.

Wilbur's revolution- the cultivation of hundreds of years of brainwashing by the King of the DSMP- has failed. Wilbur, Tommy, and Fundy now face the consequences of their insubordination: the Slaughtering, a game of death that takes place once a year in the House- a facility residing in the grand capital city of L'manberg. The contestants consist of criminals and citizens believed of treason, and they are dangerous. Tommy and his family are not the only victims now forced to fight for their survival, though. Sapnap and the rest of his Demon military squad have finally been arrested. For nine years, they fought in the Badlands War, and two years ago, they lost it. Sapnap's determination to win his peoples' freedom still burns bright, though. If it weren't for two certain strangers, he would burn the House to the ground and assassinate the King himself. They need to escape. They need to win the revolution. They need to be free. or In which Tommy and Fundy are brought to a place of great danger and wariness.