What will happen when a small, white blob appears on your doorstep, with only a mere note left with it? DreamTeam AU. Cover by @SammyExistz (Twitter) Most Impressive Rankings: #1 in DreamMinecraft 8/8/20

Just when America and Russia become friends and more Russia and America both messed up causing a monster apocalypse to outbrake. America then runs away as he feels it was all he's fault leaving everyone to believe he is dead or missing. ⚠️THIS IS NOT MAENT TO OFFENED ANYONE IT IS ONLY FOR FUN⚠️ I'm really bad at descriptions so yee.... This is mah first story so it will be soo bad

"Have you noticed America has been looking..kinda strange recently?" "I wouldn't worry too much about him"

[College AU] Clay applied to college with the sole intention of escaping his family. He doesn't expect to join a gaming club, start failing his classes, and fall in love with his best friend, but then again, you never do. (title is a song by Julia Nunes) cross-posted to Ao3

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.|

Skeppy had died. Just a day ago, the virus finally took control of him. And yet, here he is, alive and well. Somehow, he had went back in time with vague memories of the future. He was set on changing things, especially the fate of his friends. Only, this time around, things are different? (Minor skephalo and Dreamnotfound)

BOOK THREE OF THE TEXTMATE SERIES --- checkmate: - a check from which a king cannot escape. ---- You have 1 new notification! TextMate: It seems like you haven't been online in a while, why don't you send someone a message? - You have 2 new notifications! TextMate: It's been quite a while since you've messaged anyone, I'm sure your friends are getting quite lonely. Send them a message! TextMate: With our brand new features, staying connected has never been easier! Feel free to message our support account (HelpMate) with any bugs or issues or questions you may have. Happy chatting! You have 1 pending friend request! Friend request accepted! You are now friends with- \\#\\ LOW BATTERY //#// ---- LuKe: okay so maybe y'all don't like me but I mean ChokingIsMyKink: just because you were invited to this chat doesn't mean you're going to stay JigglyKoala: we found the angry gays it seems BirthingCoach: as someone who has partaken in both of these chats I would like every original member of this chat to know that my friends have essentially no filter Zoyrk: and you think we do???? WildHoe: exactly we are fueled by depression and aggression Moo: now can I get THAT on a t-shirt??

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]

Introducing the brand new texting/calling app, Chatnow! It's made by losers for losers. Wanna make new friends? Great! This is the app for you. Would you like to make an account? /btw you love rare ships??? This is the book for you I've got a fine selection of rare pares and sometimes mentions of big bois now enjoy my book :)/

in a world of magic and tyranny, a small group of survivors fight for their authority this was written in 2019/2020 aka the old skeppy fandom era.