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.

' uh yeah , hey you got the wrong number , just thought I'd let you know ' ♡ ♡ ♡ in which a wrong number call and an overly dramatic voicemail lead to unlikely friendships. dakota ivan miss-clicks when typing in her sisters phone number, and accidentally leaves the blood god himself a two minute voicemail rant. rather then pass it off, he decides to respond with one of his own.

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 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.

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.

A world filled with magic, monster, and warriors. s̵̱̼̙͉͈͉͚̗͍̣͙̈̽̍͠ţ̷̧͉͈̟̬̦̩͔̯͓̺͍̗͑̉̀͂͛͒r̶̨̗̜̣͎̬̣̟̯̲̖̳͖̩͖͑̆̒͝a̵̢͈͚͇̳̠̍͂͛̂͗̔̆̋̅̋̈́͛̐͝n̷̡̛̤̼̮͉̘̝͔̥̥͕̼̰͚̏̓̌́̅̀͆͘̕͝ģ̶̢̠̜̪͎̺̠̥͕͒̀͋̽͌͂͊̿́͝ͅe̶̳̰̦̩͔͑̇̃̊̋̅̊̄̾͜͝͝.̷͉̣͇̝̤̞̳͇̫͔̼͑̒̂́̋̊̋̅̃͝͝ ̸̬̑͐̓̽́͛̉̽͠ Where the opportunities to create are endless. d̸̩̘̤̪̗̻̯̆̀̅̈́̌̈́̽̈̃̒͒̌̉͝͝e̸̮̰̱̗̳̦̭̟͒͑͋͒͋̔͑̋̎̔̽͗̕s̷̖̖͖̉̎̽̀̓͗͘͘ṭ̷̙̦͚̤̠̦̞͍͎̖̘͙̌̀̋̑̏̈́̄̎̍̍͜ͅr̴̛̬̳̼̯͍̦̤̪̗̮̹̱̙̃̋̎̓̌͛̈́̓͊́͆̆͝ǫ̶̨͈̭̼̲̲̅̀̊̋̀̐̾̽͘ÿ̷̧͖̺̟͇̜̗̗̱̱̲̪͚̉̅͜ The memories you make are unforgettable. ḑ̸̹̹̃̐͑̽͂̾̓́̌͋͘͜͝͝ę̷̱̪̠̪͈̩̫̟͚̜̤͕̹̅̍̊̆͂͒̊̒v̶̢̛̛͚͓͈͚͍̪͈̈͋̇̅̓̑̓̎̈́̂̑̚̚ͅo̵͚̪̤̹͐̓͗̌̈́͘͝͝ï̶͈̽̃̉͘d̴̡̢̧̝̭̻͈̺̟̜͇̖̼͑̾͐̇̇̍̏͐͌̀͜ͅ And your friendships unbreakable. f̵̧̛̺̖̤̮̻͕̝̗̝̞̙̲̔͑͑́̈́͒̎̇̒̈́ơ̸̡̪̻̬͖̻̔͑̈̀̑͋r̴̘͙̤̘̤͔͗͆̂͘͝g̴͖̜̟̟̠̞̹̪͖̲͛̋͌̅o̶̖͈̼͌̔̐̇͋͆̈́̓̈́̐͝t̵̡̨̮͔͇̹̻̀̈́͆͗͑̓t̶̬͓͎̩̞͕͚̝̋̈́̊̔̂̊̎̆̅ͅe̶̗̰̮̳͈̝̠͍͔̼͇̻̬̅͛͝͝ǹ̸̛̹͎͓̘̪̳͕̫̻̙̳̖̅̌̌́̿̈́̏̎̈̓͜͝ͅ It's a shame really... .̸̼̹̱́͝.̸̧̘͕͖̗͓̫͎͈̬̈̄̌.̵̡̛̛̙̼̥̼̼̬̤͙̑́͊̏̏̌̈́͛̾͘ That someone like you can't truly ever rest their eyes. ć̶̨͍̱̺͔̘͚͜r̷̙̞͙̠̰̹͇̈́̾̿̒̅͒̄͌͌̕͠͝u̷̡̥̫͕̱͉͚̥͋̈̏̇ȩ̸̗͇̯̦͈̥͈̳̹͚͓̏͂́̊́̿̅̊̐̊̀͆̕͜͝͝ḻ̸͔̝̄̕̕ (As the title says, this is a Fantasy AU. All I own is the plotline.)

In the kingdom of Offpire, we meet the young runaway Sykkuno. After fleeing his previous home, Sykkuno found himself with no source of income other than a few gold and silver metal coins from his savings. Thankfully, using his skills in herbalism, he managed to get a job at a local pharmacy. But when he comes along a rebellious prince, his life will either take a turn for the worse or perhaps in a completely different direction. ➵ Disclaimers: This story has romance as a subplot, which means romantic elements are not frequently included. Respect the fact Sykkuno and Corpse are NOT in a relationship and have both explicitly stated they are straight. Do not harass content creators by forcing this ship upon them. Please do not repost this story without permission. No smut (yah weirdos) [Also yes, I made this because I watched Snow White with Red Hair] story started: November 29th, 2020 story completed: July 7th, 2021

Sanemi x Reader Love is like a hurricane. Because there's many storms come into life that you need to survive. Life is like a weather. Not always it could be Sunny and happy as always, it could be cloudy with rain making you feel sad and lonely. Kimetsu no yaiba characters are not mine all credits for the rightful owner ,All images, videos, I used for this fanfiction aren't mine all credits to the rightful owner.

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 ❤️

Someone decides it would be a good idea to follow a trend that happened like 3 years ago. It leads to chaotic events and some newfound friends. I dont know if there will be any trigger warnings yet, but they will be added if i feel nessesary. Enjoy reading! Also this will probably be updated more often because its really easy to write and ill be writing it at 3 am. ALSO, ALL SPELLING MISTAKES ARE INTENTIONAL BECAUSE THEY ARE TEXTING