❝ 𝒊'𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆 👹 ❞ ... [ © -plxgue- :) ] dec 18 - jan 23 2021

(Dream SMP setting) In a world where {Y/n} wakes up with no memories, Fundy adopts her as his own daughter in the newly founded lands of L'Manburg. Read as {Y/n} goes through a whirlwind of events between newfound family, relationships, stripped morals, foes, wars, loss of relationships, horrifying realizations, and so much more as she tries to find her peace in their crazy universe. *×*×* No Smut, Tubbo is a minor! *×*×* FYI!!! Any and all fanart in this story does not belong to me! The characters do not belong to me! The only thing that belongs to me is the story!! Thank you. :) Impressive Rankings: #5 in ph1lza {3/24/21} #57 in ghostbur {5/4/21} Viewer Count Milestones: -- 1k ♡ {2/??/21} -- 2k ♡ {3/11/21} -- 3k ♡ {3/24/21} -- 4k ♡ {3/29/21} -- 5k ♡♡ {3/31/21} -- 6k ♡ {4/5/21} -- 7k ♡ {4/8/21} -- 8k ♡ {4/14/21} -- 9k ♡ {4/15/21} -- 10k ♡♡ {4/20/21} -- 11k ♡ {4/30/21} -- 12k ♡ {5/4/21} -- 13k ♡ {5/7/21} -- 14k ♡ {5/15/21} -- 15k ♡♡ {5/17/21} -- 16k ♡ {5/23/21} -- 17k ♡ {5/27/21} -- 18k ♡ {5/29/21} -- 19k ♡ {6/2/21} -- 20k ♡♡ {6/9/21} -- 21k ♡ {6/16/21} -- 22k ♡ {6/19/21} -- 23k ♡ {6/28/21} -- 24k ♡ {7/2/21} -- 25k ♡♡ {7/6/21} -- 26k ♡ {7/9/21} -- 27k ♡ {7/12/21} -- 28k ♡ {7/19/21} -- 29k ♡ {7/23/21} -- 30k ♡♡ {7/26/21} -- 41k ♡♡ {?/??/21} -- 42k ♡ {11/26/21} -- 43k {12/3/21} -- 44k {12/13/21} -- 45k {12/13/21} -- 48k {1/20/22} -- 49k {2/4/22} Voting Milestones: -- 100 ♡ {3/15/21} -- 200 ♡ {4/8/21} -- 300 ♡ {5/2/21} -- 400 ♡ {5/17/21} -- 500 ♡♡ {5/28/21} -- 600 ♡ {6/16/21} -- 700 ♡ {7/2/21} -- 800 ♡ {7/23/21} -- 1k ♡♡ {?/??/21} -- 1.25k {1/20/22}

"Only a fool would love me..." "Then I am the biggest fool of them all." WARNINGS: Suggestive Content (Mild), Manipulation, Strong Language

Sleepybois inc ghost AU (+Tubbo) coverart by maelicgrn on twoucan Most definitely inspired by @WolfyTheWitch on twitter. A Wilbur x reader. Discontinued super sorry ily all<3

This story takes place where the real world is in minecraft. I got this idea from origin smp. You are a feline, and one day after a walk in the woods you meet a blond boy. You slowly fall in love, but will your family think about you two? This is sort of a Romeo and Juliet rip off but enjoy!!! Female reader btw!!

! B E E N R E N A M E D ! Old name (s): The Night's Rain Used to Soothe Me The Night you left The book will be discontinued as Ranboo x reader because he has expressed discomfort for x reader stories. either ways i'd still write mcyt fanfiction here (requests and/or suggestions are appreciated) just not the people who are uncomfortable with it. ---end of updated description--- the way the world works is like so: if you die you die, unless totems do a brrrr armor is not important

"You remember what I said a few months ago?" Alex asked. "About when you hit one million subscribers?" You thought for a moment, sorting through your memories. "You're going to have to be more specific." Alex smiled, sipping at her drink. "About the SMP." That jogged your memory immediately. "Wait- really?" You asked, now excited. "You'll ask if I can join?" Alex nodded, and your heart swelled up with joy. You were going to join the Dream SMP. And, oh, how your life would change because of it.

🟡-before I continue I must say it isn't finished and I will not be finishing it. Apologies to all reading-🟡 Y/N and technoblade start out as enemies but then after a fight start to warm up to each other 😋 Y/N: Pronouns: They/them Techno: Techno. 🙃 🔴None of the art is mine!! credit to artists! 🔴 ⚠️May contain blood, romance, and sexual mentions and slurs⚠️ 《Recommended 13+》

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 3 --- Hiraeth (Welsh pronunciation: [hɪraɨ̯θ, hiːrai̯θ]) is a Welsh word for longing or nostalgia, an earnest longing or desire, or a sense of regret. The feeling of longing for a home that no longer exists or never was. A deep and irrational bond felt with a time, era, place or person. --- You were close enough that you could see the crew scurrying about on deck now. They looked as ragged as the ship - no sense of unity about them other than that they were all standing on deck together, swords brandished as you approached. You scanned over them and felt suddenly grateful for your sailing uniform - some of those pirates didn't even have shoes. Simon strode the deck, scanning through the ranks for the captain of the Ghost. You had been given some indication as to what she looked like, but when she parted herself from the ranks of her crew, you weren't quite ready for what she actually looked like. They didn't do her justice on the wanted posters back home. She was short, but powerfully built. You could see ram horns sticking out from underneath her extravagant hat, and her coat was a bright blood red - the gold trim faded somewhat. You were most focused on her hair though - pure white and absolutely massive, it looked like a cloud around her head. Stern eyes finished the look, and you couldn't help but be a little bit entranced - this was the kind of person that people were scared to make eye contact with. Simon didn't seem all that frightened when he came to stand on the edge of your own deck, facing her over the narrow strip of sea that separated you - and you were grateful. If you were captain, you didn't know if you would be able to look her in the eye.

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.