⚠️DISCONTINUED⚠️ I don't even remember writing this... !!NOT MY ART!! This is an Adoption SBI story with my own little twist. ----------------------------------- Tommy was young and well, very troubled. Constantly being separated from his best friend Tubbo. Until one day Tubbo gets Fostered by Philza and his 2 sons. Will Tommy ever see Tubbo again? This story follows Tommy as he trys to stay in touch with his childhood best friend Tubbo. While also trying to break his addictions. But Tubbo finally finds a place he can call home, and goes to a good school gaining new friends. Does Tubbo even need Tommy anymore? And what will happen to Tommy? Guess you'll have to find out. ¬^¬ ----------------------------------- ▪︎Ephemeral definition▪︎ short-lived, fleeting Main focus characters are Tommy and slightly tubbo TW/CW - Mentions of blood/described blood - Character death - Abuse and Violence - Suicidal thoughts - Self Harm - Panic attacks - Eating disorder - Neglect - Bullying (probably) - Self hate - Nightmares - Cigarettes/smoking - Alcohol intake - underage smoking - underage drinking ▪︎Might add more as the story progresses▪︎ I will add warnings at the beginning of chapters, but if you are sensitive to anything on this list I suggest you don't read this fanfiction <3 NO SHIPS PURELY PLATONIC

[DISCONTINUED] : : This book was highly inspired by @wolfythewitch on Twitter also known as The Channel Without a Name on YouTube. The cover art is NOT mine. It is drawn by @panberries on Twitter. Summer break is here and both Tubbo and Tommy are moving in together in a supposedly haunted house. However, as soon as they move in, Tommy keeps catching glimpses of silhouettes and tubbo keeps finding things moving around. What will happen when they meet a few unexpected hosts during their little stay? But ghosts don't exist, right? -----------------------------------------------------------

Everyone wants to stop dream so they come up with a plan to stop him. LOL IT FUCKING FAILED

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐮 ❝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 ❞ ────────────

This story is not original so please read the first page! includes:Minor(not the child type) smut, Techbur (not the brother AU), gay shit, and more.

Extras for my other book. This will be where I post a/ns and ideas.

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.

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.

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.

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?"