~ Roses of blood, to remind me of how loving you is slowly killing me ~ ~ Daisies of tears, to remind me of how seeing you in pain hurts ~ ~ Poppies of gold, to remind us of how one day, everything will be alright ~ 'Two golden poppies, saved to heal a pair of lovers, torn by bloodied roses and a black string.' Skephalo Hanahaki AU.. for now Cursed by black strings, Skeppy and Bad were never meant to fall in love, but things seemed to have changed now. Maybe the black strings were meant to protect them, Skeppy falling into the trap of Hanahaki, of one-sided love. Will 4 mystical golden poppy petals be enough to save him - to save both of them, or is it all too late now? Content Creators: - Badboyhalo - Skeppy - a6d (a bit) - Dream/Clay - GeorgenotFound - Technoblade {Remember that this is a Hanahaki AU so there will be scenes of gore and blood. There will also be mentions of violence and death. All other trigger warnings will be put at the start of chapters} Other Trigger Warnings: - Blood - Gore - Self Harm - Death - Suicide - Depression/Mental Disorders - Psychopathy/Sociopathy If any of these things bother you, I advise you don't read the story. Rated Mature for graphic scenes of blood, self harm and suicide. Thank you to @mydudedune for making the cover

Dream doesn't remember anything from last night. All he remembers is briefly talking to a guy he hadn't spoken to since high school about a bar, and after that.. Just nothing. When he woke up during what he thought was the morning after, he felt completely bodied; patchy facial hair covering his chin and the steady beeping of a heart monitor to his right annoying him persistently. Something bad must of happened, but what? When he had finally pushed himself into a siting position, loud noises surrounded him. They felt foggy for a moment, his ears. ringing as he looked around, his head hurting as he tried to remember. In a moment he was surrounded by familiar and relieved faces, making him smile. "Hey Nick.. Darryl.." He looked around, seeing that Zak and Wilbur were there too, surprisingly. There was someone else there though, an unfamiliar face. His smile was wide enough to show his gums, and while it was absolutely adorable, Dream felt an unexplained horrible emotion take root in his heart. "Who... Who are you?" |SOME BASIC WARNINGS; THIS STORY FEATURES AMNESIA AND TRAUMATIC EVENTS (THEY WILL HAVE TWS WHEN MENTIONED). IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK.|

▐ ◤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄! : 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. ◢ ▌ ▐ ◤ 𝗖𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲 © : 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘀 ◢ ▌ 『▹─────────────────────────◃』 ➤ 『Moderators of InvadedLands, Zelkam and MegaPVP, are faced with many events and situations that are filled with despair and action. The two continue to grow their relationship as time goes by. Either platonically or romantically.』 『▹─────────────────────────◃』 ➤ Book cover made by me : @IrodimPvP ➤ Content Creators (Characters) : • Dream • Georgenotfound • Sapnap • BadBoyHalo • A6d • Skeppy • Tommyinnit • Tubbo • Spifey • Megapvp • Zelkam • Technoblade • Goodboyhalo (CREDITS TO CHYCHY ON TWITTER FOR CREATING THE AU) ───────────── ➤ Ships Included : • Zelkpvp (main) • Dreamnotfound • Skephalo ───────────── ➤『𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 : 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍. 𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒

This is a short-story about a troubled young photographer who flees his hometown to start over. He may or may not find love and/or have a run in with his former tormentors. Will he learn to love who he is? Will he escape his lacking, miserable former life? WARNING: TRIGGERING TOPICS

For the past two years, the only dreams George has had the pleasure of having were horrible, horrible nightmares. These nightmares always had five things in common. In every one, each and every person he cared about died in an excruciatingly painful way. In every one, George was tied up, and there were lacerations all across his chest that bled but didn't hurt. In every one, there was someone cackling in the background. In every one, there was something there. Something he could never remember the details of when he woke up. And lastly, that something would always lick his wounds slowly, savoring his blood and fear before whispering a promise in his ear. "I'll see you soon, Georgie." [DREAM NOT FOUND FIC, INSPIRED BY WIZARDSTOVE'S DREAM DEMON DESIGN]

When Dream feels his heart rate speed up at the end of George's Livestream, he knows he's too far gone. "This feels so wrong," George says and repeats. Dream clicks off the stream, the sounds of labored breathing filling the room as he tried to stem the panic he was feeling. The next day, after he had just barely dragged himself away from the edge of oblivion and heartache he would never return from, he felt the first tickle at the back of his throat. He coughed roughly, it sounded like he had fluid in his lungs or something. Pneumonia, maybe? But instead of coughing up mucus or phlegm, his eyes widened in shock at the taste of blood in is mouth. || Gream // DreamNotFound Hanahaki Story. There will be angst, slow burn, blood, vomiting, contemplation of suicide, anxiety attacks, and more. Do not read if this bothers you. You have been warned. ||

「 吸血鬼。」❝ your blood smells delicious. ❞ 「 dreamnotfound vampire au/fanfiction (read the first page and the disclaimer first!) 」

「 花吐き。」 ❝ it's too late to say how i feel. ❞ 「 dreamnotfound hanahaki disease au/fanfiction (read the first page first!) 」 「！FINISHED！」 highest rankings: ㅡ #1 in dreamxgeorge ㅡ #1 in chats ㅡ #2 in painful ㅡ #2 in epistolary ㅡ #2 in sadstory ㅡ #3 in bbh ㅡ #13 in minecraft ㅡ #32 in sad ㅡ #43 in dreamnotfound ㅡ #100 in shortstory ㅡ #117 in dream

Bro dream, George, or whoever... PLEASE DONT EVER READ THIS I ACTUALLY BEG YOU PLEASE DONT Dreams lost but he doesn't know what to do about it. So he resorts to shutting the world out.

[Book 2 of "Our Spellbinding Lies"] Nine thousand years after the reaper's imprisonment and final curse, the world of Xavierras thrives among the vast universe in a veil of peace. Here, Jewel nurtures her ways of doubt and disbelief. Yet entities of the past lurk and prey, eyeing her with dark gazes. Vacillation tempts her to the depths as familiar faces lift her to the surface, where all must be set right.