𐔌 ﹒ ❝ How Deep is your love? ❞ ﹒ ノ #Dorthy Kosmicki - How Deep Is Your Love? - Mitski Version ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ ════════════════════════ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹ - One moment you were getting home from work, the next you're falling asleep against the wheel, and the final you wake up against cold tile. ════════════════════════ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹ ♡ - '' You're not like my other clones, are you? '' ⭐ : or in other words. . . You wake up in Evilfies laboratory.. as clone of your own design. ♡ - PLEASE PLEASE expect cringe, mischaracterization, misinformation, cringe again, spelling errors, and grammatical mistakes.. I am not a proffesional writer!! ☆ - Any weird or rude comments WILL get deleted. This is solely the characters of Wifies. This is not linked to his irl self whatsoever. ════════════════════════ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 ︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹

"All it is.... is a little hope, right?" He said it like it was nothing- like it was so easy to drop everything to believe in something so outlandish and naive. But that look in his fiery eyes.... it was like an inferno was set ablaze and was burning down the walls I'd put up around my life. "So don't go. Please." His hands shook as he clenched mine, unwilling to let go. I loved him- but I was afraid... afraid of being hurt by someone who I deeply cared about all over again like broken record stuck on repeat. He looked at me like no one else ever had before. "Let me love you like you deserve." ~ ***DISCLAIMER*** I do not own any of these characters except the ones I created for the purpose of this story. All original characters like Flame, Wemmbu, Parrot, and Spoke are all not my own and this is merely a fanfiction. I have taken inspiration from the Unstable SMP- so be sure to check it out on Youtube!

Liar.. Two people on different sides, Yet they met. Because one is scared, the other isn't, One trusted loyalty, the other their gut. Two people with a story, Filled with nothing but care and love. So why lie? Lie like there was a death wish to be made, Lie like there was a flowerbed to take, Lie like there was no heart to break. So. Why. Lie? It will only hurt the other in the end. _________________________________________ Image credit to "luamenas" on TUMBLR. (Unstable Smp) What is the Unstable Smp? Unstable Smp is a popular, story-driven, hardcore Minecraft server known for its intense player-versus-player (PVP) survival and lore, created by YouTubers like ParrotX2, Spoke, FlameFrags, and Wemmbu, where players have one life, and death means permanent ban, featuring factions, large-scale events, complex prison systems, and ongoing narratives of betrayal, alliances, and conflict.

UNSTABLESMP:PrinceZam Empire Arc Manepear x Reader After being brought back to your Brother's civilization. Only to discover that the freedom you had fought so hard for was being taken away from you. And now you were being personally guarded by one of your Brother's strongest Guard. Arts and Characters(Except reader) are not mine!! Full credit to them.

"I guess it's just destiny." He said casually, shrugging halfway through. I smiled, already having gotten used to his nonchalant demeanor. "You think so?" I leaned further into him, holding onto his arm affectionately. "Yeah." He swallowed, a blush creeping onto his cheeks he couldn't mask. "I would've gone through what happened a hundred times if it meant meeting you. You... you've changed my life...." His voice was so quiet, yet so thick with resolve and determination. He looked at me, his eyes softened by the immense love he felt in this moment. "I.... I can't imagine life without you..." He took my hand gingerly, bringing it up to his lips. He kissed it, his eyes locked onto mine. "Not anymore." Cover art by nini! ★ (yunivrz) @fuchuu_ on X! Be sure to check out their profile & other art projects they've done! ***DISCLAIMER*** I do not own any of these characters except the ones I created for the purpose of this story. All original characters like Flame, Wemmbu, Parrot, and Spoke are all not my own and this is merely a fanfiction. I have taken inspiration from the Unstable SMP- so be sure to check it out on Youtube!

"𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦?" 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳. . . . "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵." 𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Y/N lived alone in a vast tundra. Not that she was forced to live there, but she lived there by choice. They never really liked the idea of living with people or governments. However, it did get a bit lonely, even with her gentle malamute. That is, until one day, she finds something- no, someone, wondering around on her territory. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Started: 11:37 AM 4/12/21 Ended: 12/23/22 Ranks: a few Enjoy~!

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.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK THREE --- What a wonderful little secret this was though. If you hadn't been able to follow the signs you would have never found it - a real travesty. Everything you could possibly need resided here in some form or another - feverfew sprang up in little bunches from the ground, accompanied by echinacea. Gingko trees around the place offered their leaves down to you in little bundles. If you hadn't known better, you would have thought someone had planted it all here... A rustle from the bushes behind you stopped your train of thought in its track, sending a shiver of panic down your spine. Your hand withdrawing from the bundle of milk thistle it had been about to grab, you slowly turned, mind filling with all a matter of wild animals that could be lurking in this wood. A pair of soft brown eyes peered out from one of the clumps of brush, staring directly at you.

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.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK ONE --- Your eyes trailed up to the balcony, taking stock of the man who was perched there, hands resting on the railing as he peered down at the crowd that had just entered the room. Broad shoulders were only accentuated by plated armor, polished to a bronze sheen. You had seen this man before, during military processions and that sort of thing. The prison warden, and one of the caesar's previous champions. Samuel. The warden of the prison underneath the colosseum.