Over and over he told himself, "it was never supposed to happen that way, I'm supposed to eat alone, live alone, starve alone, cry alone, DIE alone!!" So he wondered to himself, Why did it happen anyway? Why did faith twist his path? Why did its eyes finally see the terrified little boy Tommy had been all along? This is SBI Royal AU In this story one day on a night like no other, casualties emerged from the darkness, sending Tommy down a spiraling train of anxiety, depression, and loneliness. He was left to fend for himself, deemed an outcast, a troublemaker, and a worthless piece of absolute bullshit. He began to shut everyone out and refused to open his heart up. For him, the reality of life had already hit him. He was born to die. For a young boy like him, accepting that cruel fate was impossible. So what happens when the life of the royal family finds it way into his own? What will become of Tommy? Will he be able to unlock his fragile, loving heart once more? Or will he decide that it's too late to go back? I DO NOT OWN the fan art featured in this story! Those belong to their rightful owners! I also do not own the characters those belong to their rightful owners!

He released a bated breath as the cool stone chilled him and the blue sky calmed his nerves that had been acting up since yesterday. Being outside of the Nether was the strangest thing that had happened to him. Wearing the mask had made him feel hidden. And meeting the king had been another thing as well to think about. At least the voices hadn't been too bothersome. He felt her eyes and glanced towards her. She was smiling at him. Her cloak shifted again....on its own! What in the world?...What is she hiding?...She's so pretty.... ~♡~ This is in a made up world with some dsmp characters. I only own the plot. If any of the people mentioned say anything about disliking fanfiction, I'll remove it. Enjoy! #1 for minecraftau 1k reads!!! - 1/19/22 2k reads!!! - 1/24/22 3k reads!?! - 1/24/22 4k reads?!? - 1/25/22 5k reads!!! - 1/29/22 6k reads!!! - 2/1/22 7k reads?.! - 2/8/22 8k reads!(: - 2/16/22 9k reads!O: - 2/24/22 10k reads... - bruh - how - 2/27/22 15k reads - ♡y'all - 3/11/22 20k reads - wow - 3/22/22 25k reads - ♡ - 4/3/22 30k reads - yo! - 4/16/22 Book 2 is mentioned at the end and belongs to my friend. You'll know it when you get there.

The song ended as you merged onto the highway and another familiar song started up - not by Myra but by an adjacent band to the Myracle Makers that you also liked - the Dream Team. You had found out about them through Myra's music (Spotify thought that they went together well) and you had fallen in love with a couple of their songs, and then a couple more, until you were in their top .5% of listeners. They were one of your favorite bands, and their song Florida Smile was a song for the soul. You smiled to yourself, turning up the radio. The familiar beat of the drums pumped through the speakers of your car and you began to sing along as the lead singer - he went by Dream as a stage name (like Dream's Team... haha) - began to sing. You knew all the words by heart. And you've got a Florida smile... sends my heart racing to the mark at the mile...

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.

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 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.

- when y/n, a proud and loyal warrior for l'manburg, realises her role in this war is a lot bigger than she thought, where will she lay her priorities? a dream x (fem)reader fic 💚 (very much a slow-burn) dream smp au if dream or anyone from the smp group find this story and are uncomfortable with it, please let me know! the last thing i'd want to do is to weird you guys out <3 tw: language, gore, arson, graphic desc, violence started: 15/10/20 art cover credit: b_puppers on twt <3

Y/N always wanted to be the hero. Ever since a kid she has always looked to take care of her family. But she begins to find that family is only blood. And she starts to realise that Her Villain, Dream... is not the bad guy after all. Book 1 of 2 of the Hybrid Legends Duo-logy (None of these characters are mine and all rights go to Dream and the SMP) #3 in lmanberg May 2022 #23 in dreamsmp September 2021 #81 in dreamxreader October 2021 #3 in dwtsfanfiction November 2021 #408 in dream October 2021 #90 in dreamwastaken October 2021 #8 in lore December 2021 #30 in texttospeech November 2021

- you may have heard of dealing with the devil, but how about dealing with the deity? a dream xd x (fem)reader fic 💚 set in the dream smp AU (post-prison arc) if dream or anyone from the smp group find this story and are uncomfortable with it, please let me know! the last thing i'd want to do is to weird you guys out! tw: language, threats, much angst and panic attacks started: 12/10/21 finished: 12/12/21 art credit: @Lady_MagnoliaUwU