Liv has a double life: streamer by day, cam girl by night. One day while in her chat room, she meets an unlikely character who sparks her interest. Little does she know, it's a popular faceless youtuber who took the world by storm. Their relationship begins to blossom despite them not knowing what each other looks like, and despite them not knowing that either of them are popular social media stars. What happens when Liv's two worlds collide? (Corpse Husband fanfic) "Wearing fuckin' devil horns, can't believe I fell for her She calls herself the devils servant, yea she ain't no amateur Does that make me the devil then if she's always serving me? Saved me from myself and I know how hard that can be..." Highest rank - #1 in corpse - #1 corpsefanfic - #2 corpsehusband

Dream × Fem!Reader (The Darkest Minds AU) (Complete) === In a post-apocalyptic world where kids who survive a fatal disease are given freak abilities are segregated and put into "rehabilitation" camps. What will happen when a Red posing as a Green escapes and meets a Yellow in the woods who was in hiding? What will happen when they then begin to fall for each other whilst they are on the move, hiding from bounty hunters? === Content warnings: Smoking, violence, gore, child abuse, and guns. Total words: 35,952 Based off of The Darkest Minds series by Alexandra Bracken. Art credit: Instagram - @ codiicronk Twitter - @ codiichronicles

"You can't be serious." "If you ever set foot in the Dream SMP, or any of its surrounding countries, you will be executed." "Why keep me here? Why not just put me in that massive prison of yours?" "That prison was never built to keep you of all people. But if you keep trying my patience, I just might make you a cell." "Just go. You got what you want, I'm far from your precious country. Just leave me here and never come back." "You know I can't do that." "That blizzard outside is almost as cold as you are, Dream. You walk in here, and it's like all the warmth just disappears. One day, you'll catch a cold from that ice you've festered in your heart." "There will come a day when you, too, learn to become heartless to protect yourself." ***** What did I ever do to deserve being banished from the home I've done nothing but love, to a place nearly as cold as the masked man forcing me to stay here?

Mrs T clapped her hands, eyebrows raised and a smile curving at her lips. "Exactly y/n, you start with your heading, you say dear and then the person you are talking to, and then put a comma. Then you put a space under it and say what you want to say. Then you say from, comma, and then your name. But..." Mrs T.'s eyes glinted mischievously, "do you want to know a really fancy way of saying 'From'?" All the kids shouted a yes in unison, but no one louder than y/n. "Sincerely" her teacher stated, writing on the board at the same time. The word sort of stuck with her and she didn't know why. Sincerely, sincerely, sincerely Finally, it was her classmate Caleb who voiced what everyone was wondering, "why are we learning this miss T?" "Pen Pals, my dear kids. You're going to make a new friend today!" #1 in MCYT- April 5, 2021 #1 in Sincerely #1 in Big Q #6 in dreamsmp

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?"

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.

You were one of the first people to arrive in the piano room - probably because your form room had been so close by. The room was empty when you walked in, so you just made your way to the back of the room, sitting down at one of the pianos near the window. There were no desks in the room besides for the teacher, only keyboards lined up in rows facing the front of the room. You set your books down under the piano, not knowing where else to put them, and sat down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt in your hands as you waited. You would have much preferred for at least the teacher to be in the room - sitting by yourself was not really what you wanted to be doing. You turned your attention to the window in the room, absently watching a couple of songbirds dart in an out of a small shrub while you waited. Hopefully someone else would get here soon and it wouldn't be so stiflingly silent- "Oh. Hello." Your head snapped back to the front of the room to see a boy standing there, hovering awkwardly just inside the door. He was rather short, and his arms wrapped around his books in a hug. You wouldn't have noticed him in the hallway if you had passed him - his height combined with brown hair and brown eyes made him the sort of person that would just blend in to a crowd. He didn't look particularly mean though, so you just tried for a smile. "That's my seat." He said, still hovering by the door.

Have you ever felt like you don't belong? Like this place you're in doesn't feel right? Like you should be somewhere else entirely? This isn't right... Are you supposed to be able to fell a tree with your fists? Are you supposed to be able to pick up little blocks in place of normal items? Are the dead supposed to rise and walk the lands? Is that tall, lanky monster with glowing purple eyes that teleports around normal? Is any of this normal? This just isn't right... Should I be here? Well, at least I'm not stuck here alone. With them... it feels less like a prison. They make this place more bearable. In a world that feels anything but normal, at least they can make me feel normal. If only until we figure out if we're really where we're meant to be. Or if we're meant to escape this blocky wonderland. Cover Art created by: @Harusimp MILESTONES!!! Feb 1st: 10K reads! Feb 18: 30K!

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.

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.