PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

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.

Female pronouns ⚠️ Language warning⚠️ Realistic Minecraft AU✨

!DISCONTINUED! since ran came out, im really uncomfortable about y/n being female. im so sorry, but i dont know his boindaries about this and i dont want stuff to pop up and become troublesome. i hope you guys understand. 𝘈 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘈 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘛𝘶𝘣𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭.

Cover art by @/weaskie on Instagram •◦✦────•◦ᘡᘞ •◦────✦◦• Y/n is one of the best fighters in L'Manburg, but their best friend Wilbur won't let them fight for the country's independence. He's always been overprotective of them and wants to keep them safe, even though they are more than capable of defending themselves. One night when Y/n sneaks out of L'Manburg, they are found by a member of the Dream SMP. They begin to wonder if the other side is truly as horrible as Wilbur makes them out to be. •◦✦────•◦ᘡᘞ •◦────✦◦• ⇢Takes place in the Dream SMP ⇢Realistic Minecraft ⇢These are the characters, not the actual members themselves ⇢There will be swearing ⇢They/Them ⇢No smut for my fellow asexuals ⇢Disclaimer: I am new to the fandom so things won't always be accurate in terms of the storyline and some characters personalities ⇢Most of what I know of the earlier parts of the SMP are from reading other fanfictions, so I'm kinda going off of that ⇢If anyone in this story feels uncomfortable with it, I will take it down no questions asked Started: May 28, 2021 Finished: ???

Y/N was struggling for money. College had drained every life force that she'd been clinging on to, as well as all of her life savings and motivation to do anything. One trip to Walmart was all it took to create a roller coaster of events that would change everything for Y/N. Cover by the amazing @spider-mad 🥰 Highest Rankings: #1 MrBeast #1 JimmyDonaldson #1 YouTube

"well, don't you want a picture?" "excuse me?" "surely you know who i am." "i'm not sure i do, sorry." "impossible. --------- a work in progress :) no smut, purely fluff/angst

"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.

24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.

You set your phone down when a customer walked in - a boy with fluffy brown hair and an oversized jumper. You watched him wander between the shelves for a few moments, looking sort of lost, as most boyfriends and/or husbands did when they came looking for gifts. Shame too - he was cute. Still, you walked around the counter and over to him to offer your help. You stepped up beside him next to the candles. "Hi, are you finding everything okay?" You asked. "Oh, uh." The boy jumped a little. "I'm just looking for some candles." He said. "Gonna be honest... I'm kind of lost, yeah." You laughed a little. "Would you like some help?" "Yes, thank you." He sounded relieved. You grabbed one of the shopping bags from the nearby rack and handed it to him with a smile. "So are we looking for something for the girlfriend, or mom, maybe?" "Oh, um no." He said, flushing slightly. "I just needed some candles for me, actually." Your smile widened. So no girlfriend... a interesting development.