- when y/n, a proud and loyal warrior for l'manburg, realises her role in this war is a lot bigger than she thought, where will she lay her priorities? a dream x (fem)reader fic 💚 (very much a slow-burn) dream smp au if dream or anyone from the smp group find this story and are uncomfortable with it, please let me know! the last thing i'd want to do is to weird you guys out <3 tw: language, gore, arson, graphic desc, violence started: 15/10/20 art cover credit: b_puppers on twt <3

When a glitch in the game causes some active players in Minecraft have their consciousness get sucked into the game, 50000 people enter a coma. A coma where in they are stuck in a multiplayer based version of Minecraft, and the only way out is to beat the game. But as the weeks pass, and the trapped are slowly dying in the real world, countless pros are being sent into game in hopes helping beat it. Unluckily, Sapnap was playing at the time of the glitch, and of course as his friend Dream jumped in soon after. However when George tries contacting Mojang to get himself logged into the game, he is refused and denied the access. So now he has three goals: Get reunited with his friends Beat the game And Free the End And maybe confess his sprouting feelings for his long time bestfriend- *** Cover art is made by star.qazer on instagram.

while y/n was too busy yelling at her friend angelina for not helping her fight back people in bed wars, ranboo was still considering if he should raid you or not ty for 1M!!!<3

&gt; no longer accepting requests - discontinued. please enjoy already written oneshots! &lt; this book contains a collection of oneshots I've written :) dream: 4 georgenotfound: 3 sapnap: 2 wilbur soot: 5 skeppy: 1 badboyhalo: 2 eret: 4 mr beast: 2 quackity: 5 fundy: 2 niki nihachu: 2 karl jacobs: 7 chandler hallow: 4 technoblade: 6 tubbo: 2 tommyinnit: 10 purpled: 4 minx: 8 ranboo: 6 wroetoshaw: 1 corpse: 2 valkyrae: 1 awesamdude: 1

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.

IN WHICH ranboo makes a meaningful wish, and ends up with him falling in love with someone he could never have.

Y/n was a normal girl who lives just outside the city in a rural area, she helped her friend run her horse ranch. She liked the peaceful life, but one day that will all change... when her best friend go missing she is determined to find her! She is faced with the man who she knew as a myth. The Hunter that never stops hunting. What will she do next? New cover art by: Nyangorogoro030303 (on insta and wattpad) Photo cover by: Chicheesticks on Instagram

Getting hired by your brother isn't too bad, but him being over protective of you is. You soon develop a friendship with your "security" as you overhear something that'll destroy the city. You and your new found friend work together to keep eachother alive but will this friendship hold during this challenging time?

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?"