You had been sitting, observing for months. You're here to get revenge, to forget past mistakes, but it's a bit difficult when you fall for one of the enemies. TW: FORMS OF ANXIETY AND DEREALIZATION COVER PICTURE NOT MINE!!! Milestones: May 26th- 485 reads May 29th- 578 reads May 31th- 615 reads June 23rd-900 reads July 1st- 1k reads!!!!! November 9th- 12k reads!!!!!! November 28th- 20k reads December 11th- 30k reads !!2022!! January 5th- 45k reads January 22nd-52k reads May 12th- 92k!!!❤️ May 27th- #28 on villian May 29th- #4 on villian November 17th- #2 on lmanberg

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

an emperor and his lover, struggling to balance- all while a war is amidst. jschlatt x fem! she/her reader tws will be given before each chapter <3 follows dsmp lore- somethings have changed for plot reasons, just go with it, things will make sense. this story focuses around the messier parts of relationships, the pain, and the conflict. warning: this story deals with heavy topics: alcoholism, manipulation, sex, depression, death, and others. please do not read if any of these make you uncomfortable.

THIS IS NOT STREAMER AU SCRIPT Free template that i made. No credit needed just dont claim it as yours.

[SEQUEL/BOOK 2] After what had happened at the funeral, it changed your life forever. You had forgotten what made you the person you are today. Things get rough and others become great. You go through more traumatic experiences that almost feel like it's the end. What comes next? What is waiting for you? What new adventures will you go on? Warnings -Explicit Language -Talk about Death -Suicidal Thoughts -Medical Injuries -Violence

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

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)

"Must've been something awful that convinced you to be a politician." "Something like that," you agreed, mind flashing with images of an upstart bard, trying his hand at revolution. Of reminding ps and qs and ds and bs. Of getting doused with water after getting stung half to death by bees alerted by an errant foot. Of fresh bread and sitting up all night stitching together one last pastel uniform from the old scrap. Something like that. or; you, defense secretary of l'manburg, are tasked with keeping everything running under the new governance of "president jschlatt". (disclaimer: this is about characters! not real life CCs! again, this is not rpf, thank you)

DISCONTINUED shortly after the death of y/n, schlatt is left with their child, alone- to raise it himself. this story deals with heavy topics, will give tws before each chapter loosely based off dsmp lore character: toby- heavily based off tubbo i recommend you read the first part of this story- love and war, fully finished on my account <3

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.