You were one of the first people to arrive in the piano room - probably because your form room had been so close by. The room was empty when you walked in, so you just made your way to the back of the room, sitting down at one of the pianos near the window. There were no desks in the room besides for the teacher, only keyboards lined up in rows facing the front of the room. You set your books down under the piano, not knowing where else to put them, and sat down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt in your hands as you waited. You would have much preferred for at least the teacher to be in the room - sitting by yourself was not really what you wanted to be doing. You turned your attention to the window in the room, absently watching a couple of songbirds dart in an out of a small shrub while you waited. Hopefully someone else would get here soon and it wouldn't be so stiflingly silent- "Oh. Hello." Your head snapped back to the front of the room to see a boy standing there, hovering awkwardly just inside the door. He was rather short, and his arms wrapped around his books in a hug. You wouldn't have noticed him in the hallway if you had passed him - his height combined with brown hair and brown eyes made him the sort of person that would just blend in to a crowd. He didn't look particularly mean though, so you just tried for a smile. "That's my seat." He said, still hovering by the door.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 3 --- Hiraeth (Welsh pronunciation: [hɪraɨ̯θ, hiːrai̯θ]) is a Welsh word for longing or nostalgia, an earnest longing or desire, or a sense of regret. The feeling of longing for a home that no longer exists or never was. A deep and irrational bond felt with a time, era, place or person. --- You were close enough that you could see the crew scurrying about on deck now. They looked as ragged as the ship - no sense of unity about them other than that they were all standing on deck together, swords brandished as you approached. You scanned over them and felt suddenly grateful for your sailing uniform - some of those pirates didn't even have shoes. Simon strode the deck, scanning through the ranks for the captain of the Ghost. You had been given some indication as to what she looked like, but when she parted herself from the ranks of her crew, you weren't quite ready for what she actually looked like. They didn't do her justice on the wanted posters back home. She was short, but powerfully built. You could see ram horns sticking out from underneath her extravagant hat, and her coat was a bright blood red - the gold trim faded somewhat. You were most focused on her hair though - pure white and absolutely massive, it looked like a cloud around her head. Stern eyes finished the look, and you couldn't help but be a little bit entranced - this was the kind of person that people were scared to make eye contact with. Simon didn't seem all that frightened when he came to stand on the edge of your own deck, facing her over the narrow strip of sea that separated you - and you were grateful. If you were captain, you didn't know if you would be able to look her in the eye.

"Where do you think you're going princess?" he taunts, mouth pulled back in a smirk. I don't move, every part of my body is frozen, every muscle coiled to snap. He closes in, forcing my back against the rough part of a tree, masked face leaning in inches above my own. "Scared are we?" ---------------- Rosemary is the healer for L'manburg, and has a small role in the war. Unfortunately for her, the sadistic ruler of the world they live in decides that he's going to make her the centre of it.

The song ended as you merged onto the highway and another familiar song started up - not by Myra but by an adjacent band to the Myracle Makers that you also liked - the Dream Team. You had found out about them through Myra's music (Spotify thought that they went together well) and you had fallen in love with a couple of their songs, and then a couple more, until you were in their top .5% of listeners. They were one of your favorite bands, and their song Florida Smile was a song for the soul. You smiled to yourself, turning up the radio. The familiar beat of the drums pumped through the speakers of your car and you began to sing along as the lead singer - he went by Dream as a stage name (like Dream's Team... haha) - began to sing. You knew all the words by heart. And you've got a Florida smile... sends my heart racing to the mark at the mile...

@CalPal: who the fuck is this dream bitch? I have a few choice words. @DreamWasTaken: @ me next time, yeah? I have arrived, I will take those choice words now. @CalPal: @DreamWasTaken my choice words are that you're a bitch :) --------------------- In which a popular twitch streamer, CalPal, places third overall in a Minecraft speed run, only to find out that Dream stole second place spot only by seven milliseconds. What happens when Dream gets too cocky and makes a bet? Will it spark a friendship when he realizes he's in over his head? --------------------- DreamWasTaken x Fem!OC --------- Accomplishments: •#1 in gaming! •#1 in dreamxoc! •#1 in nick! •#1 in mcyt! •#2 in tommyinnit! •#2 in clay! •#12 in dreamteam!

"𝙤𝙝 𝙬𝙤𝙖𝙝! 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣 𝙚-𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡?" ʜᴇ ɢᴀꜱᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ. "𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙚-𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡" ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴏꜰᴛʟʏ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴀ. ━━━━━━━━━━━マインクラフト @ᴇᴍᴄᴛɪᴄɴᴀʟʟʏʟᴇᴡᴅ 11.19.20 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𑁍ࠬ┈┈╮ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ!ᴍᴄʏᴛ x ꜰ!ᴏᴄ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ | ꜱʜɪᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇꜱ ╰┈┈𑁍ࠬ月が綺麗ですね┈ ،، :🐾 : 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬/𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐬; 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬

number neighbors. everyone's got one. but what happens when you unknowingly meet yours? due to avalon's father getting a promotion her little family decided to move to michigan. much to avalon's distaste. with hardly any friends, and serious social anxiety this wasn't the best choice for avalon. but her number neighbor is coming in the clutch. they talk to eachother about everything, and rant almost every day. they know practically everything about eachother, except for two convenient things, their real names and faces. they simply call eachother their gamer tags, r and a. -if anyone mentioned in this story is uncomfortable with it i will not hesitate to take it down- no sexual shit ya nastys, we minors up in here lowercase intended i'm lazy lmao not proof read ranboo x oc for the sake of the story irl ranboo will go by noah started 1/15/21 ended 4/7/21 top ranks #1 in ranboo 2/17/21 HOLY SHIT #1 in fundy 3/01/21 PSHHHHHHHH #1 in ranbooxoc idk the date sbdkshskdhdksh THANKSSS CRACKERS #1 in wilbursoot 4/5/21 STOP WHAT THE FUCK #1 in sapnap 4/12/21 HEH

"Nick, that's illegal..." "chase and charli was illegal but I don't see anyone complaining." In this story ur american only for the sole purpose that tommy hates them lmao