You don't know who you are, everything that you used to know about yourself is gone. Yet there is one person in this world that knows you the most but he is trapped in a prison. So you do the only thing you can think of to get him to talk, you make a deal.

"I uh," Tommy starts, not knowing how to break this to the hero lightly. He hates to be the bearer of bad news. "I think your powers are broken? It's not a bad thing of course, but like, I swear you tried to mind control me and it like, totally failed. Which is fine, honestly, don't feel insecure. Everyone's power stop working sometimes... I think." This is a reupload from ao3 by @eneliii

"I'm afraid that one day, I'll wake up and find that this was all a dream." "It's alright. If it was all a dream, we can fall in love with each other all over again. I'd always fall for you and only you." "It was always meant to be." "Bruh" In which a faceless streamer falls in love with a unlikely candidate. REVISING SLOWLY Was #6 in Technoblade 😌 No smut in my swamp ⚠️⚠️there will be some mature themes, be careful. ⚠️⚠️ 🔊I have other books!🔊

a book full of dreamsmp members boundaries when it comes to fan fiction and aus about them. - ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ - started: 01/05/2021 finished: 01/21/2021 ©️answcr 2021

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.

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅• "We were distant, but that's what brought us together." ✧✦✧✦✧✦✧ It had been one year since you and Techno moved into a cheap apartment. You two had some history together, being friends since middle school. •❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅• Hi, this is my first uploaded fanfiction, feel free to criticize! I felt like there were literally only -8 techno x readers out there so i decided to contribute! Also, this is a oneshot, just so you know. (*cough cough* yea this started out as a self insert but i decided to make it more reader friendly and upload it and see what happens) The nice picture of a hydrangea i stole: https://eo-nni.tumblr.com/post/118818989751 (also yea the cover was made in mspaint dont @ me)

15 year old, Cameron Markey, is at her lowest. After being beat up by life everyday, she reaches her boiling point and moves in with her brother, who just so happens to be a famous Twitch streamer. What happens when she befriends a 16 year old blonde dude who plays minecraft for a living? Read to find out. Started - February 21, 2021 Finished - May 9th, 2021

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.

❗The story doesn't follow the original events of the Dream SMP❗ >When a God falls in love with a human< The server is falling apart, Y/n doesn't know whose side she's on. She was always fought for those who paid her, but now...It was her normal day, walking around the SMP, she was going to pay a visit to Hannah who was her friend. But little did she know that Hannah wasn't the same anymore. "∴ᒷ ɾ∷ᒷ ˧੭¦⧶˧ ⅂੭ ⍑ɾ⍊ᒷ ᓭ੭ ᒲ⚍⌇⍑ ⎓⚍⧶, ꖎ¦⅂⅂ꖎᒷ ੭⧶ᒷ" In this story, Dream and DreamXD don't have any kind of bond, they're separate beings. The reader is 19 years old. _Cover art doesn't belong to me! The book contains swearing and mature themes!_ Highest ratings: #1 on Dream 14.06.2021 #234 on Minecraft 28.06.2021 #10 on xreader 28.06.2021 #1 on Dreamsmp 26.06.2021 #69 on Ghostbur 21.06.2021 #1 on Captain Puffy 1.07.2021 #66 on Minecraft YouTubers 13.06.2021 #31 on Punz 12.06.2021 #11 on DSMP 3.07.2021 #11 on Minecraftau 23.06.2021 #1 on DreamXD 25.06.2021 #20 on Eggpire 11.06.2021 #14 on Philza Minecraft 30.06.2021

❗ Heterochromia soulmates AU❗ Solo. That was the best word to describe Dream. He used to have friends but he cut his ties with them. Used to have allies, but he got rid of them. He was never fond of attachments, they made him weak. Or so he thought. And now, Dream finally got rid of his attachments. So he could finally focus on his main goal. To get SMP under his control, to get it all to himself. Everything was going according to his plan. Until she appeared. -The book doesn't follow the original storyline of the Dream SMP -The book might contain triggering themes -The reader is an adult (19) and female -None of the art on the cover belongs to me