(old asf story lol.)--after ghostbur disapears you find your old friend at lmanburg waiting. as much as you hate him you can't bring yourself to hate him at all. you love him but you don't want to admit it, but someone will come to break your trust with the man you love most--

✎ . . . Disease Outbreak / Zombie Apocalypse AU. IRL-Based. ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☛ . . . You were wallowing in both your self pity and the longing for someone to talk to over this time. It has been three weeks and you've seen zero sign of any proper humanoid civilization. You weren't sure if they were aware that who was and wasn't infected was obvious. ☛ . . . You knew eventually the supplies would run out and you would have to move. Until then however, you made this store's customer service section about as home-y as you could. Occasionally an infected person would wander in, but since you knew how to handle yourself, the body decayed in a few hours. ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ☠ ◉ ➫ . . . If anyone included is uncomfortable with this, I will take them from the book/destroy the book. ➫ . . . I don't mean push sexualities or pronouns onto people. ➫ . . . Cover by: Me, lol (Not the art) ➫ . . . Story written by: @-GESUNDHEIT- and @inscectedlotus ➫ . . . Writing started: September 3, 2021 ➫ . . . Writing ended: September 20, 2021 ➫ . . . First chapter published: ➫ . . . Last chapter published:

• BOOK ONE OF THE KAIIDTH SERIES! ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ - Though you weren't one for uncommon pleasantries, this seemed to be the best time for such. If you weren't polite, you'd be dead where you stood. He made it out to seem as such, causing a rude realization. - An assassin is all he was, and he was holding a sword to your throat. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ • As the title suggests, this story involves the topic of kidnapping. If you are uncomfortable with such, please do not read. • If anyone included is uncomfortable with this, I will either take them from the books or demolish the series completely. • I don't mean push sexualities or pronouns onto people. (E.X. Ranboo's pronouns being they/them in this). • THESE ARE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS BASED OFF OF THE CHARACTERS PORTRAYED IN THE DREAM SMP, THESE ARE NOT THE ACTUALLY CC'S. THANKS! :))) • Cover by: Me, lol (Not the art) • Story written by: @-GESUNDHEIT- and @inscectedlotus • Writing started: July 11, 2021 • Writing ended: August 8, 2021 • First chapter published: August 5, 2021 • Last chapter published: August 17, 2021

Technoblade the Fiercest member of DreamSmp, he lives in the North with his adoptive Father Philza. What happens when this fierce Technoblade becomes an adoptive father himself? Y/n a small Piglin who was following her little brother Michael who was following two larger males to a portal they weren't allowed to go through but they could. She bumped into the larger Piglin Technoblade. He tries his best to be the best adoptive father he can be. He tries to teach her everything he knows to her. ----- ----- Technoblade x Child, Piglin Reader (No smut {this is basically a child and an adult obviously no smut} a LOT of fluff) Not fully Completed but for good reason Start: July 28th 2021 End: July 1st 2022

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.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

Mrs T clapped her hands, eyebrows raised and a smile curving at her lips. "Exactly y/n, you start with your heading, you say dear and then the person you are talking to, and then put a comma. Then you put a space under it and say what you want to say. Then you say from, comma, and then your name. But..." Mrs T.'s eyes glinted mischievously, "do you want to know a really fancy way of saying 'From'?" All the kids shouted a yes in unison, but no one louder than y/n. "Sincerely" her teacher stated, writing on the board at the same time. The word sort of stuck with her and she didn't know why. Sincerely, sincerely, sincerely Finally, it was her classmate Caleb who voiced what everyone was wondering, "why are we learning this miss T?" "Pen Pals, my dear kids. You're going to make a new friend today!" #1 in MCYT- April 5, 2021 #1 in Sincerely #1 in Big Q #6 in dreamsmp

This story has a bunch of the DreamSMP Members in it! Y/n doesn't have a very good past (ex's, family, and POSSIBLY more.) Y/n has been through a lot. This story is about y/n, Tommy, Tubbo, DreamTeam, Wilbur, Niki, +more. What lies ahead? I hope you enjoy! :]

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?"