85,576 words. completed: june 2nd, 2022 -♡- two hazy minds, colliding by fate. one clouded by amnesia, another clouded from constantly being tired. -♡- "amata-san, what kind of pigeon is that?" "muichiro-san, that's a butterfly." -♡- #1 in demonslayer: 4/20/23 #1 in kimetsunoyaiba: 4/21/23 #1 in muichiro: 4/21/23, 3/1/24, 3/29/2024, 5/20/24 #1 in kanroji: 4/21/23 #1 in kny: 5/2/23 #1 in mitsuri: 1/9/24 #1 in rengoku: 3/29/24 #1 in kny: 8/15/24

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.

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.

where two faceless and unique voiced people are ridiculously clueless. corpse husband x fem!oc [ started: 23/07/2021 finished: 25/12/2022 ]

"God, English majors are so lame." "This is the part where you remember that 𝘺𝘰𝘶 were an English major, Techno." "Yeah. English majors are so lame." ⤫ CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING ON CHAPTER 37- 41 The list of things that Teagan Kato loved was a short one, but appropriate nonetheless. It consisted of mainly two things -- video games, and literature. The first was the reason she became a Twitch streamer. The second was the reason she went to college. It just so happened that somewhere in the middle, she found something else to add to her list. ⤫ *DISCLAIMER* This story was written in 2020, and is undergoing complete editing to remove certain characters. Reader discretion is advised. [book 1] [technoblade x female oc] [social media] [12/1/22- # 1 in Youtube] in memory of the man himself. teagan and i love you.

"Absolutely not." My voice is lined with disgust. "Oh come on," Dream is still trying to convince me, "It's just a car ride." "Yeah a thirty-six hour one." I turn to George, who's sitting in the passenger seat. "Thirty-six hours with you." a story in which y/n is stuck on a thirty-six hour car ride with their online rival, George. y/n~ they/them pronouns