What is this, 2014? Anyway. I was bored. Don't question what this is. Also just wanted to say that I'm sorry for using she/her pronouns in the story, I'm usually used to those in all of the stories I've read/written 🥺 so sorry if that gets annoying for all of you who go by different pronouns

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.

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

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.

"You know Austin, right?" Maddy asked. "Like Austin show Austin?" You asked in return. Maddy nodded. "Yeah, that guy. I got a DM from him today about another Love or Host, he wants me to do." "Ah." You said. It wasn't uncommon for Maddy to make an appearance on that particular show - she had been friends with Austin for a good while, and was one of his go-to's when he needed someone to participate. "Who for?" "One of those Minecraft guys, I don't know." She shrugged. "Anyway, Austin said he was short on participants, and I told him that I had a hot roommate who might be down for it, so I wanted to ask if you would consider hopping on for this one." You pursed your lips. "When is it?" "Couple days. Friday night, I think around like 7?" You pushed off the bed, going over to the corkboard that housed your entire life - sticky notes pressed into the shape of a calendar, each labeled with a number and a list of things you had to do that day. You glanced at Friday's note - mostly empty, except for a few online classes in the morning. If you wanted, you could probably do it. You looked back at Maddy. "You can tell Austin I'll do it." She perked up. "Yeah? You will?" "Yeah." You said, pulling down the sticky note for that day and writing down 'Love or Host - 7' at the bottom of the list before sticking it back up, pinning it in place. It wasn't that big of a deal really. They just needed another person to participate - and going on the Austin Show was always good publicity. "Awesome." Maddy said. "Trust me, this is going to be so fun."

an emperor and his lover, struggling to balance- all while a war is amidst. jschlatt x fem! she/her reader tws will be given before each chapter <3 follows dsmp lore- somethings have changed for plot reasons, just go with it, things will make sense. this story focuses around the messier parts of relationships, the pain, and the conflict. warning: this story deals with heavy topics: alcoholism, manipulation, sex, depression, death, and others. please do not read if any of these make you uncomfortable.

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

Hello! This is my first time trying to write a story out of comfort one-shots, so please bear with me! I am well aware Ranboo is a minor, there will be no NSFW/SMUT content in this story due to that factor, also just don't sexualize real people period! - 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. Ranboo and I have known each other for a long time, but how much longer will that last when he breaks to me he's moving away? Part of me has always felt a connection to the brunette with a beaming smile that lit up the darkest of my days as if our souls were aligned, that we were meant to be together. Little did I know, there was so much more to it.

(y/n) who was wrongly accused of a crime had been put in a shitty prison. Her cell being underground not really allowing her to see much from outside, only through a small window with iron bars letting her see the feet of people who walk by and the chatter of the town, but the town has resently been turned upright when someone new comes along. -- Basic info-- Reader is she/her (sorry) and this is like a- an- ummm- au?? i- just think like kings, queens and yes- - i am so tired, i literally started writing this at 4am - !!!!! Art by @/JLemongrass on twitter !!!!!

I know it says 'MCYT', but it does include some other content creators that aren't mcyts ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰ COVER CREDIT: @ulfvae on Instagram! Warnings: • Swearing • Angsty themes • Death • Mature audiences * + = platonic * x = romantic ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰ (Y/n) = Your name (Y/u/n) = Your username (Y/n/n) = Your nickname (Y/f/c) = Your favourite colour (H/c) = Hair colour (E/c) = Eye colour