'The wood under foot slightly chimes with each step, as I bring a finger to linger in front of the doorbell only to halt. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥. I lower my head, as I swallow a sigh. I hate this. I hate how I'm so nervous. Grunting, I advance my hand to the brim of my hat; my fingertips caressing the fabric afore returning to the doorbell and forcing my thumb against it. It rings with a buzz, and after a few moments, the sound of hurried and hesitant footsteps echo behind the door. The shuffling became awfully fainter as time passed, and-commencing from silence-the door opens.' I made the art for the cover, please don't steal. omgg why did u make a mdp fic bc there's no fucking hope left in life ,,, //j

just a max design pro ficlet collection book please leave any requests in the first chap :3 - >1.5k WORD FICS ARE EXCLUSIVE TO WATTPAD! lucky You

After refusing to get along in the hotel for what seemed to be centuries, OJ finally had enough of their messes and countless injuries and shoved the two opposites in the same hotel room to share in a terrible attempt for them to see eye to eye, even if it was by force. Little did OJ know that this choice could end up being one of the worst or best things to ever happen to Trophy's and Knife's lives at the hotel.

007n7's reputation was obvious with how the rest of the survivors treated him. Majority ruled to keep their distance from the man, very few actually making small talk with him every now and then. Yet, curiosity of how the man was forsaken lingered. It was only natural for the others to ask, regardless of past grudges. Now all they need to do is listen. ------ ROBLOX FORSAKEN cover by me cross posted on ao3 (read it there the formatting makes more sense)

In this universe, everything is gone. Inanimate Insanity is over, and there is nobody left. Except for Trophy. He deems himself the winner of II, but the million dollar prize is not of his concern. It's to bring everything back. But how can one wannabe jock "save the world"? He can't even do a push-up properly. Find out in this new story I made instead of continuing my old one!!

[WILL BE SLOW TO UPDATE] The kingdom of Meeple is one of innovation, and the future. How far will the king take that vow of reaching this future, and how much will he hurt everyone else around him to reach it?

Draco Malfoy was stubborn, sarcastic and snarky as he could ever be. Rumors would swarm around him like moths to a flame. Some speculated he was a terrible person (Which wasn't far off, but man do they exaggerate shit), others rumored that he was a terrible brother (He wasn't, if anything neither twin were relatively 'nice' to each other). So, surely Harry was imagining it when Draco Malfoy, THE Draco Malfoy, began to giggle almost audibly from two tables over. Surely, right?! ~--------~ AKA 'The Pinterest Fic' because everyone is calling it that, lmfao- A prompt from Pinterest which I had actually published a while back, called 'All Because of ONE Joke', but I deleted that. Anyways, feeding the Drarry/Harco community <3333

This is my art book :D if you want to see my drawings then you have come to the right place!

I hope y'all enjoy!

After all the seasons of Inanimate insanity had wrapped up. All the contestants went on with their lives. Knife and Trophy became well know detectives. Paintbrush became a popular artist. Lightbulb became a therapist Salt and Pepper became home designers. Everyone was moving on, living their lives. They were happy. One day, Knife decides to take a well earned vacation. When he got back. He was met with a panicked email from OJ. October 24, the day Knife was put on the case of a wild murderer who was coming after the contestants of II. ------------------ ok this is my time writing a fanfic. PLEASE be patient with me. Also ALL ART IS BY MY SUPER TALENTED AND BEAUTIFUL GF. GO FOLLOW her (II Taco.) They wrote Finger Painting and its so good so GO READ IT RN ALLLSOOO this fanfic has really dark topics. it's not for that faint of heart.