You are an average teen in high school who has a pretty decent life, all is normal until you encounter talking legos! What will you do with these tiny new friends? Find out by reading the story bro. This story is inspired by: PurpleNinjaofSpirit

"𝕬𝖓 𝖆𝖈𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖜 𝖆 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖟𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙." (Y/N) Frost, a pony that is born as an Alicorn. She has been under the care of Princess Cadance for a while, until she has attended the school of friendship invited by her fellow princess, Princess Twilight Sparkle. Some mysteries are later answered and revealed. She attends the school and meets different kinds of creatures such as dragons, griffons, hippogriffs, changelings, yaks, and fellow ponies. A certain earth pony eye has caught her eye, but she doesn't notice that she has caught his as well. Will she get her answers? What other problems is she gonna face? Will Sandbar melt the coldness and fear from her heart? Read and find out! Disclaimer: There are gonna be a lot of Frozen I and II, and Rise of the guardians references. I do not own the two Disney Frozen movies, Dream Works Rise of the guardians and MLP: FIM. All the images and videos I'm using are not mine, they all belong to the rightful owners,

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.

You set your phone down when a customer walked in - a boy with fluffy brown hair and an oversized jumper. You watched him wander between the shelves for a few moments, looking sort of lost, as most boyfriends and/or husbands did when they came looking for gifts. Shame too - he was cute. Still, you walked around the counter and over to him to offer your help. You stepped up beside him next to the candles. "Hi, are you finding everything okay?" You asked. "Oh, uh." The boy jumped a little. "I'm just looking for some candles." He said. "Gonna be honest... I'm kind of lost, yeah." You laughed a little. "Would you like some help?" "Yes, thank you." He sounded relieved. You grabbed one of the shopping bags from the nearby rack and handed it to him with a smile. "So are we looking for something for the girlfriend, or mom, maybe?" "Oh, um no." He said, flushing slightly. "I just needed some candles for me, actually." Your smile widened. So no girlfriend... a interesting development.

24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK TWO -- Approaching Anoitos' temple again, you opened the door, turning as you stepped inside to close it again. The door closing with a satisfying clunk, you spun back around, intending to just quickly bow your head and grab your beads without much circumstance. You were not expecting to see a man, mid-way through stuffing his face with the plate of offerings you had brought, at the altar, his eyes blown wide with panic and focused on you. You stared back at him. "I- you- what are you doing? Who are you? How-?" You turned halfway back to the door, intending to run for one of the guards. "Wait!" The man's voice drew your attention back to him, just in time to see his appearance shift slightly - like there was something behind the mirage of his skin. For a moment - the man was gone, and in his place, a living replica of the hulking gold warrior depicted in the statue took his place. Your hand dropped from the handle of the door, staring up at the god before you. Out of all the times for your prayers to be answered... and of all ways, like this... "See?" He said, shrinking back to the man you had seen before, the boyish smile you knew so well still on his face. "It's just me!" Standing before you, with crumbs of bread on his face, was Anoitos, somehow - impossibly - in the flesh.

"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.

Y/N, stuck in a boring desk job, remembers the long past days of college. One day, they get a call from old friends, forcing them into a get-together. Seeing everyone happy and content with their jobs creating various media, you decide to take the plunge and quit your dead-end job to join them, which rekindles old feelings for your former best friend.

This is just like every other Jschlatt x reader story, but I've never written on wattpad before so this will be fun! I'll add more tags and what not as this goes on :)

Just your usual 7 minutes in heaven. Includes: » Schlatt » Dream » GeorgeNotFound » Sapnap » Karl » Quackity ❗IF ANYONE I WROTE ABOUT IS UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS, PLEASE LET ME KNOW ❗ » warnings ~ kind of smut? idk nothing with the seggs or crafting table just a lot of making out and intimacy ( if you're touch starved this is for u bb ) also swearing but thats pretty much it. » requests closed :/ » this is what i'm referencing for boundaries -- https://smp-boundaries.tumblr.com/ pls consider voting and leaving comments :]