𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙎𝙈𝙋 𝙀𝙭𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐨𝐜 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 @𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐎𝟕 Warnings and description inside

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲." 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐒𝐌𝐏 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝙫𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙭 𝙤𝙘 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 @𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐎𝟕 Warnings and description inside

"𝐀 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠." 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐒𝐌𝐏 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙖𝙥 𝙭 𝙤𝙘 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 (Will rewrite soon) @𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐎𝟕 Warnings and description inside

"tommy. you're staring. i can practically feel your eyes burning into the back of my neck" "sorry cassie, i'll stop." ............ ............ ............ ............ In which Cassidy Lovette's life is changed forever by a single twitter notification. started: november 8th, 2020 ended: (ongoing) NOVEMBER 27th: #4 in soot

"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.

This is a submission for Lilliana1125's writing competition! Reader x the enderman twins from the story Tacenda and others in her Phantasm series, enjoy! (I also hope you guys like the art I made for the cover photo)

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK SIX --- Addendum (noun); an item of additional material, typically omissions, added at the end of a book or other publication --- A collection of pieces puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit into the rest of the story - oneshots and timelines and little asides about the universe from the point of someone who's thought way too much about it.

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 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 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.