❝ rowan is a king ❞ in which rory gold's crush gets exposed by his brother, but it ends up going pretty well since his long-time celebrity crush, technoblade. doesn't seem to mind that rory likes him. ❝ and techno is just a line without a hook ❞ ( male!oc x technoblade ) ( social media au ) ( written in 2020 ) ( CASTIKLINE )

The Antarctic Empire was run by Phil and his three sons. One day, on the way to a friend's house, one of his sons goes missing. Devastated, they search for the lost child but inevitably give up consumed by sorrow. Tommy's life is quite difficult. He spends his days' training and going on missions with his brother Dream. Dream can be a bit... controlling forcing Tommy to kill, steal, and aid him in his chaos. Tommy loves his brother dearly but something feels off. His memory is foggy, to say the least. After four long years, Phil's sons Wilbur and Techno stumble upon Tommy who reminds them of their lost younger brother. Will they be able to help him? Will they discover who this peculiar boy really is? This story mentions violence, heavy angst, abuse, manipulation, and suicide. This story is based on characters and plots of the dream SMP, not real people. The cover is drawn by @Fallen_Alistar big thanks to them Enjoy!

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

Trouvaille: (n.) a valuable discovery, or a lucky find; something lovely discovered by chance; a windfall. ------ A tale of a slumbering god and the witch that awakens him. "... and that's when you spot the strange structure out of the corner of your eye: a temple. Stone cracking with age and moss creeping across the roof flit across your vision. You pause for just a moment, the sound of hurried footsteps and distant yelling greeting your ears. You make a decision then. A decision that you're pretty sure will end in your untimely demise, but what other choice did you have? Gravel crunches underfoot as you step into the temple of the Blood God and away from the grasp of mortal men..." ------- Technoblade x Reader (This is my first fanfic in a few years so please be kind. This is also the first x Reader I've ever written.) Cover art from @Bl3uA on Twitter. ------- TW: Mentions of Death, Death, Depictions of Violence, Swearing, Possible Mature Content Planned for Later Chapters

Tommy is a child who has been fighting his whole life. From the day he was born. Never having a moment of peace or a moment to feel like he was worth something. Tommy has been fighting everyday for 16 years. But was anyone fighting for him? This is just a TommyInnit story and heavy angst. No smut, not much fluff. Heavy violence. Everything is strictly platonic. If you cry like I did writing this, sorry in advance I'll update when I can :) TW- ⚠️suicidal thoughts, suicidal tendencies, abuse, neglect, eating disorder, self harm, depressive episodes, depression, anxiety, blood, swearing, guns, injuries, hospitals, mental hospitals, death ⚠️

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.

𝓐 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟, 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕚𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙. ◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈ "𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣?" "𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖." ◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈ Technoblade x Reader ◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈◆◈ I'm so sorry to the people who know me and are reading this. Please feel free to print, translate, and share this story to others. It's meant to be shared ❤️