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𝙘𝙧𝙚·𝙥𝙪𝙨·𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙚 /𝙠𝙧əˈ𝙥ə𝙨ˌ𝙠𝙮𝙤͞𝙤𝙡/ 𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣: 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙚; 𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣: 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. 𝘠/𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘛𝘶𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺. "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘘𝘶𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘺?" 𝗰!𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Female pronouns ⚠️ Language warning⚠️ Realistic Minecraft AU✨

[REQUESTS ARE TEMPORARILY CLOSED!!] A book compiled with a bunch of Dream SMP oneshots! Feel free to correct my grammatical errors, or just laugh at them Highest rankings: #1 in dteam !! #2 in georgexreader #2 in dreamteamoneshots #3 in dreamxreader #3 in sapnapxreader #4 dreamwastakenxreader #4 in dreamteam #4 in nickxreader #5 in youtuberxreader #8 in georgenotfoundxreader Most impressive ranking: #14 in minecraft !!

Hello to the person viewing this! Here's just a quick disclaimer that this is my first fanfiction here and that I apologise if it is not the best. Also I don't usually have much motivation for things, so I also once again apologise for if I do not finish this. ----- You have a rival called Jessica (I made up the character) who is a real bitch. Your rivalry gets more and more scary by the day, to the point when you get into massive fights in the middle of school causing each other to gain major injuries. One day, the rivalry goes so far that Jessica hires someone to kill you. Pico was supposed to be the person to kill you, but when you guys locked eyes, he slowly lowered his gun. What will happen between Pico, (y/n), and Jessica?? Will other people get involved? Will the rivalry get more intense? Maybe picos target may switch, who knows! - Btw I had no better covers so enjoy this- absolutely gorgeous picture of Pico. :)

one shots from my tumblr in one big book here ! could do requests of applicable ❤️

revivbur but he drinks blood - that's it -

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. ... 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ, ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ɴᴇᴡ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ. Dream looked at the dead body, who soon faded away. He blinked, before sighing and going back to L'manberg. Not before grabbing her sword, and most of her belongings she's left behind though. Somewhere rather far away, laid an unconsciousness figure leaning on a tree. She possessed beautiful y/h/c y/h/l hair, which seemed to dance in the light breeze. She wore a clean gray sweatshirt with the initials W.D in bold white letters were in-scripted. The jeans she had on were slightly ripped, and she wore simple sneakers. Her skin was translucent, revealing the oak tree through her arms. She seemed perfectly at peace, and didn't seem to be injured much. There were a few minor scars on her legs that looked to be bleeding, but it wasn't trickling. It was practically frozen. A bit odd if you ask me. But judging by the looks of it, she seemed to be a 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 '𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸'. Cover art: @PenWingStar on Deviantart 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐒𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭.)

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ'ꜱ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ. ❛𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘺- 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵, 𝘞𝘪𝘭?❜ ❛𝘏𝘮? 𝘖𝘩! 𝘏𝘪! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺.❜ 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐭: 𝐎𝐨𝐩𝟒𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐒𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭.)