What will happen when a prey animal loses its flock and is left all alone? How will it effect them or the people still around them? (Please do leave some criticism if you have any :D ) (This is somewhat inspired by a DNB oneshot/book I read) Started on: 7/27/21 Finished on: ??????

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.

This is the third book from, the mystery behind the Girl, please read the first books before you read this :) thank you. _______________________________ A new member has come to the SMP, they don't remember much, they don't know the history of These lands, they only know that they're not supposed to be here. Will they regain their memory? _______________________________ Two years after the destruction of Manberg, L'Manberg was rebuilt and had finally come to peace with the SMP and Dream. Pogtopia had lost a war in the meantime, causing the blood god himself to be exiled, he decided to live in a snowy biome between the SMP and Pogtopia though. They all were at peace, at least for now...... _______________________________ A/N: all used pictures are mine, so please don't steal, thank you :)

𝗥𝗮𝗻𝗯𝗼𝗼丨"𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺."

lowercase intended. dreamwastaken x reader swearing real life minecraft, dream smp cover art was made by baguettesocks on instagram! y/n was a devoted warrior of l'manberg... maybe too devoted? GUYS 2M READS

"You remember what I said a few months ago?" Alex asked. "About when you hit one million subscribers?" You thought for a moment, sorting through your memories. "You're going to have to be more specific." Alex smiled, sipping at her drink. "About the SMP." That jogged your memory immediately. "Wait- really?" You asked, now excited. "You'll ask if I can join?" Alex nodded, and your heart swelled up with joy. You were going to join the Dream SMP. And, oh, how your life would change because of it.

This story has a bunch of the DreamSMP Members in it! Y/n doesn't have a very good past (ex's, family, and POSSIBLY more.) Y/n has been through a lot. This story is about y/n, Tommy, Tubbo, DreamTeam, Wilbur, Niki, +more. What lies ahead? I hope you enjoy! :]

Only people who aren't Tommy can read this ❤️ cover art made by @akeoani on Twitter Best Ranks: #6. on Timedeo #150 on Tubbo #23 on tommyinnit #249 on Wilbursoot #147 on georgenotfound #141 on dream #105 on angst #21. on stream #1. on poggers #5. on pog #5. on pogchamp #99. on twitch

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...