Noun; an acutely disturbed state of mind that occurs in fever, intoxication, and other disorders and is characterized by restlessness, illusions, and incoherence of thought and speech. Your life had been fairly average up until this point. It wasn't like you planned for anything particularly exciting or disturbing happen; truthfully, you had thought that you would die in obscurity. No such luck, unfortunately. Someone had other plans. You didn't know it then when you saw the strange, harmless-looking symbol, but you had already been ensnared within a tangled web of terror and bloodshed. How many physical things define a human? How much does it take for them to break? How long before they fall into... D E L I R I U M . . ?

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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.

Friendship ended with SBI - Awsamedad and Mama Puffy are my Found Family now. ____ Stress was piled high on both of the more responsible figures on the SMP, Puffy and Sam were both focused on the egg as well as Helping the two, obviously hurting teenagers still around the area, and It doesn't help when Puffy finds an injured stranger in the outskirts of Snowchester.

[ gender-neutral reader ] -Cover done by DragonsSingingSoftly and visit their Tumbler for more content from them! https://dragons-singing-softly.tumblr.com/ [Name], a seventeen-year-old Great Dane-Doberman mix. Growing up in the countryside, they haven't met many beasts. Herbivores to be exact. When [Name] is forced to move to the city with their sister, they were expecting a more normal life. Sadly, they were wrong. Forced to encounter with herbivores, they'll have to learn how to survive in this new and exciting city. - May contain spoilers - - all art belongs to their respective owners and shoutout to my homie Mint for drawing [Name] for me! Love you boo~ -bro I swear I'm not a furry-

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

Hello Y/N, My name is Jack Manifold and I'm a twitch streamer/youtuber (you can find me @ jackmanifoldtv). Recently I've been working on designing and getting merch for my subscribers, and I've been looking for a photographer to possibly help with a merch photoshoot so I'll have some pictures for the website. I found your page through Instagram and so far you look like you know what you're doing. I just was wondering about your price range for that sort of thing and when you would be available for a shoot? Jack Manifold (not sus) ---- Hello Jack, Thank you for the request. I took a look at your page, and I would be happy to set up a time for a shoot. The price would depend on how many hours the shoot would be, and my rate is about £100 an hour. As for availability, I am still in school, so it would have to be either in the afternoon or on the weekend if you wanted it earlier in the day. Hopefully that's not an inconvenience! Y/N (also not sus, just in case you were wondering)

ɪ ɢᴜᴇss ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ... 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆𝗯𝗼𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁. 𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝘇𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗻𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗯𝗼𝗼 (𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝘆)

Regret buried itself deep into the pit of my stomach as he leaned close, his breath fanning against my ear as his grip on me tightened, "Blood for the blood god." He whispered with dangerous intent. And that's when his sword pierced through my skin. ~ subscribe to technoblade If Techno is uncomfortable with this fanfic I will take it down not only to respect him as a person but also to respect his privacy. Techno has voiced that he is uncomfy with people using his real name so his real name will not be used in this story :D PLUS no real shipping is going to happen in this book! Techno has said that he is uncomfy with shipping so none of that is going to happen! This story is marked mature for the following reasons: gore, excessive swearing, weapons, violence, blood, and descriptions of death. if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, I'd recommend that you do not read this story. subscribe to technoblade This story in no way shape or form is related to any SMP that techno has participated in and this in no way shape or form is related to him or his brand, this is purely just me messing around with a writing prompt for Techno. Nothing NSFW happens in this book! I am a minor and reading / writing stuff like that in general for me is just gross let alone have it be a real person. I in no way shape or form own Technoblade or anyone else that may be mentioned in this story, however I do own the story, the plot, and anything that may go down in this story. If you have any questions or concerns please DM me on discord @ peyty#6362 as wattpad is messing up my messaging system and I will not be able to respond to you on here.