Hello Y/N, My name is Jack Manifold and I'm a twitch streamer/youtuber (you can find me @ jackmanifoldtv). Recently I've been working on designing and getting merch for my subscribers, and I've been looking for a photographer to possibly help with a merch photoshoot so I'll have some pictures for the website. I found your page through Instagram and so far you look like you know what you're doing. I just was wondering about your price range for that sort of thing and when you would be available for a shoot? Jack Manifold (not sus) ---- Hello Jack, Thank you for the request. I took a look at your page, and I would be happy to set up a time for a shoot. The price would depend on how many hours the shoot would be, and my rate is about £100 an hour. As for availability, I am still in school, so it would have to be either in the afternoon or on the weekend if you wanted it earlier in the day. Hopefully that's not an inconvenience! Y/N (also not sus, just in case you were wondering)

This is a submission for Lilliana1125's writing competition! Reader x the enderman twins from the story Tacenda and others in her Phantasm series, enjoy! (I also hope you guys like the art I made for the cover photo)

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.

He stared into the mirror of his dark bedroom. The moon illuminated his face along with fear embedded in his eyes. For eighteen years, he had seen the same face each day he woke up. So on the morning of his coming of age day, one can imagine his utter shock. His shaggy hair, once a beautiful ebony, had turned stark white. His wings trembled in shock as his blue eyes tried to comprehend it. What had happened to him? ~♡~ Hello, everyone! This is an official sequel of the Gifted series I started. I know I said I wouldn't write anymore for the story, but I just couldn't hold back. It would be better if you read Children of Blood by Eatmypp69 first, since it's Book 2. I hope you enjoy. also I own none of the art or the content creators' characters that will be mentioned. Feel free to vote, comment, and share. See you in the story! Also, there's no smut or cussing, of course. Probably violence and blood though.

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've known dream and his friends for a while, but when they come to visit you and your roommate/childhood bestfriend karl for the first time, you wonder if your relationship with the famous youtuber is solely platonic after all. this story mainly surrounds the growing feelings between dream and the reader, but it also describes great friendships with sapnap, george, quackity, and karl. :] cover sketch by me LOL

⚠️there will be swearing in this book⚠️ When small streamer y/n raids Quackity do they manage to stay in touch by some miracle?

"Darling, I'd wait for you Even if you didn't ask me to."