If ranboo changes his mind about people writing fanfics (So far he has said he is fine with anything that DOESN'T have NSFW which will not be included) Someone please tell me and I will take it down. She/Her pronouns. Mostly nice stuff I think, If Tw will need to be placed I will be sure to do that! Y/n Is Twitch streamer, Quackity's little sister. They both live together in North Carolina (to be near Karl. For the sake of the story they all live there. just go with it). STARTED: MARCH 2nd 2021 FINISHED: APRIL 1ST 2021 Contains swearing! 67th In karljacobs ~~~ March 7th 2021 1st In ranbooxreader ~March 7th 2021 1st In ranboolive ~~~~March 18th 2021 47th In tubbolive ~~~~March 7th 2021 35th In ranboo ~~~~~~March 10th 2021 38th In tubbo ~~~~~~ March 20th 2021 68th In xreader ~~~~~ July 18th 2021 185th In mcyt ~~~~~~ July 19th 2021

The song ended as you merged onto the highway and another familiar song started up - not by Myra but by an adjacent band to the Myracle Makers that you also liked - the Dream Team. You had found out about them through Myra's music (Spotify thought that they went together well) and you had fallen in love with a couple of their songs, and then a couple more, until you were in their top .5% of listeners. They were one of your favorite bands, and their song Florida Smile was a song for the soul. You smiled to yourself, turning up the radio. The familiar beat of the drums pumped through the speakers of your car and you began to sing along as the lead singer - he went by Dream as a stage name (like Dream's Team... haha) - began to sing. You knew all the words by heart. And you've got a Florida smile... sends my heart racing to the mark at the mile...

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

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.