THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK TWO -- Approaching Anoitos' temple again, you opened the door, turning as you stepped inside to close it again. The door closing with a satisfying clunk, you spun back around, intending to just quickly bow your head and grab your beads without much circumstance. You were not expecting to see a man, mid-way through stuffing his face with the plate of offerings you had brought, at the altar, his eyes blown wide with panic and focused on you. You stared back at him. "I- you- what are you doing? Who are you? How-?" You turned halfway back to the door, intending to run for one of the guards. "Wait!" The man's voice drew your attention back to him, just in time to see his appearance shift slightly - like there was something behind the mirage of his skin. For a moment - the man was gone, and in his place, a living replica of the hulking gold warrior depicted in the statue took his place. Your hand dropped from the handle of the door, staring up at the god before you. Out of all the times for your prayers to be answered... and of all ways, like this... "See?" He said, shrinking back to the man you had seen before, the boyish smile you knew so well still on his face. "It's just me!" Standing before you, with crumbs of bread on his face, was Anoitos, somehow - impossibly - in the flesh.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK ONE --- Your eyes trailed up to the balcony, taking stock of the man who was perched there, hands resting on the railing as he peered down at the crowd that had just entered the room. Broad shoulders were only accentuated by plated armor, polished to a bronze sheen. You had seen this man before, during military processions and that sort of thing. The prison warden, and one of the caesar's previous champions. Samuel. The warden of the prison underneath the colosseum.

Hello Y/N, My name is Jack Manifold and I'm a twitch streamer/youtuber (you can find me @ jackmanifoldtv). Recently I've been working on designing and getting merch for my subscribers, and I've been looking for a photographer to possibly help with a merch photoshoot so I'll have some pictures for the website. I found your page through Instagram and so far you look like you know what you're doing. I just was wondering about your price range for that sort of thing and when you would be available for a shoot? Jack Manifold (not sus) ---- Hello Jack, Thank you for the request. I took a look at your page, and I would be happy to set up a time for a shoot. The price would depend on how many hours the shoot would be, and my rate is about £100 an hour. As for availability, I am still in school, so it would have to be either in the afternoon or on the weekend if you wanted it earlier in the day. Hopefully that's not an inconvenience! Y/N (also not sus, just in case you were wondering)

Have you ever felt like you don't belong? Like this place you're in doesn't feel right? Like you should be somewhere else entirely? This isn't right... Are you supposed to be able to fell a tree with your fists? Are you supposed to be able to pick up little blocks in place of normal items? Are the dead supposed to rise and walk the lands? Is that tall, lanky monster with glowing purple eyes that teleports around normal? Is any of this normal? This just isn't right... Should I be here? Well, at least I'm not stuck here alone. With them... it feels less like a prison. They make this place more bearable. In a world that feels anything but normal, at least they can make me feel normal. If only until we figure out if we're really where we're meant to be. Or if we're meant to escape this blocky wonderland. Cover Art created by: @Harusimp MILESTONES!!! Feb 1st: 10K reads! Feb 18: 30K!

Tried of the bullshit that is exile, Tommy sets out to find someplace to start anew; after all, as long as he doesn't step foot in L'Manburg or Dream SMP, Tommy can go anywhere. What he doesn't expect to find, is you. And boy, was there much more to you than anyone could ever even begin to comprehend. AU Elements but doesn't stray to far Inspired by The Protector by _vvish_ [Formally Custodian] [Stylistically 1000~ word chapters] Usual warnings: -Tommy's vulgar mouth (and general cussing) -Romance only with of age characters! -fem reader

Moving from place to place all your life had never been something that made you happy. So when your parents had promised you'd be able to spend the rest of your high school career in Japan, it was a dream come true. Two and half years of staying in one place and actually having the chance to make friends further proved to you this entire scenario was a dream come true. An idea that would become more and more true as your parent's exhibition on Chinese jewelry becomes the epicenter for a scenario you had never assumed would happen. A thief attempting to steal the ancient treasures, enchanted stones with ancient creatures inside of them, and the chance to become a real-life superhero and save Tokyo from the man who stole one of the missing gems. Plus, a certain ash blonde haired male who had caught your eye and you his. The only issue being, rather then a direct line of love, its turned... more into a square. (A Miraculous Ladybug AU with Bakugou Katsuki and reader!) (Updates every Wednesday)

➪ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ x ᴘʀᴏ-ʜᴇʀᴏ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ➪ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛ! ➪ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʜᴀ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʀɪᴋᴏsʜɪ. ➪ sᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. ➪ ɪ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ. Aғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ USJ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇs UA ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀғᴇᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs, ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴs ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ. Tʜᴇ ɴᴏ. 3 ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ, ᴀ 16-ʏᴇᴀʀ-ᴏʟᴅ ɢɪʀʟ, ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏʙ ᴏғ ᴄʟᴀss 1-A's sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ. Sʜᴇ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀss ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴀɢɴᴇᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴊᴏʙ ɪs ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ sʜᴇ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀss sᴀғᴇ, ᴀɴ ᴜɴʀᴜʟʏ, ʙʟᴏɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀssᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ's ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ? Credit for the quirk in this story goes to @vote4kiba and be sure to go check out their Bakugo x Reader story, Protecting You! ➪ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ: 3/23/21

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.

७ ‧₊˚ 𝒉𝒆 had never been a risk-taker, so why was she an exception? 〖 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝟣𝟤.𝟣𝟤.𝟤𝟢 〗 〖 𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗑 𝗈𝖼 〗 〖 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟣 © 〗

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"