𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘉𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 ⅂⍑ᒷ ᓭᒷɾꖎ ⦣∷੭ꖌᒷ.₋. ⍑ᒷ ∴ɾᓭ ⎓∷ᒷᒷ ੭⧶⌇ᒷ ɾ˧ɾ¦⧶.₋. ɾ⧶⟍̅ ⍑ᒷ ɾꖎ∷ᒷɾ⟍̅ǁ ⎓੭⚍⧶⟍̅ ⍑¦ᓭ ⧶ᒷ˙⧸⅂ ⅰ!∷ᒷǁ.₋. ¦⅂ ∴ɾᓭ ⍑¦ᓭ 'ᓭɾ⍊¦੭⚍∷'.₋. ɾ⧶⟍̅ ⍑ᒷ ∴ɾᓭ⧶'⅂ ˧੭¦⧶˧ ⅂੭ ᓭ⍑ɾ∷ᒷ ⍑ᒷ∷ ∴¦⅂⍑ ɾ⧶ǁ੭⧶ᒷ ᒷꖎᓭᒷ "𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚" -Yandere DreamXD -The reader is an adult and female -The book contains mature themes -The art on the cover is not mine

You, y/n, are the daughter of the god's, Aphrodite and Hades. You decide to go back to your old town, Port Elizabeth, where you ruled, but it was taken over by Dream. So when your father, Hades, the King of the underworld, aka the nether, asked you to rule as queen of the nether in his place, you take this as the best why to take back what was once yours. But what happens when you meet two new people, who you grow quite fond of? You end up falling for The Blood God and a self proclaimed God. Join Y/N on her quest to take back her old kingdom and Port Elizabeth Read further for more information... (Also, maybe I'll add some smut, Idk yet.)

🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺 ᴜ/ɴ ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇʀ tommyinnit; WHO THE FUCK LEFT THE DOOR OPEN AND LET IN THE ROACHES?! u/n; STFU TOMMY THATS WHY YOU SMELL LIKE CHEESE ᴜ/ɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱʟᴀɪɴ ʙʏ ᴛᴏᴍᴍʏɪɴɴɪᴛ tommyinnit; WHO SMELLS LIKE CHEESE NOW BITCH u/n; still you ;) ᴛᴏᴍᴍʏɪɴɴɪᴛ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇʀ 🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺 oneshots / shit-posts with the dream smp ;; most everything is platonic in shit-posts ;; oneshots are typically romantic but can vary ;; ‼️if any of the smp members are not okay with this, I will delete everything that included them.‼️ ;; yes I will write romantic stuff with Tubbo & Tommy, HOWEVER there will be no eluding to something further than just dating ;;

w. soot x reader Paint and brushes. Colours and canvases. Those are the things that Y/n grew up with. A life filled with meaning and creativity. While on her lonely endevours she met a ghost. A ghost who can't remember his life's memoirs. What seems like a unharmful friendship bloomed into something so unforgettable. Life is and will always be a player. Hence why we should learn to let go. "-just like paint, you fade away." Artwork by @rcyguns on twitter. Check them out!!

In which two anarchists slowly fall for each other though trials neither of them would of expected.. 'Princess' the short girl mumbles 'I swear to fucking god Grey- '

' uh yeah , hey you got the wrong number , just thought I'd let you know ' ♡ ♡ ♡ in which a wrong number call and an overly dramatic voicemail lead to unlikely friendships. dakota ivan miss-clicks when typing in her sisters phone number, and accidentally leaves the blood god himself a two minute voicemail rant. rather then pass it off, he decides to respond with one of his own.

this fic has been discontinued. (Cover not mine!) Was this a dream? Why were there so many Dragonflies? And why were you so glad to be home? !(TW: Angst, badly written Panic Attacks, blood)!

❝ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕? 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖! 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆! ❞ ....𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 a dying man pops up on your doorsteps, and boy, did he adore you. ⎡ wip. ⎤