I haven't seen any of these so I thought it'd be pog to make one - Fanart isn't mine -

No longer on hold Slow updates tho... THIS IS A ONESHOT BOOK SO YOU CAN REQUEST. And this is not meant to offend Jschlatt. If Jschlatt is uncomfortable about this I will automatically delete this book.That's all thank you. It's a new flippin passion.

❝ rowan is a king ❞ in which rory gold's crush gets exposed by his brother, but it ends up going pretty well since his long-time celebrity crush, technoblade. doesn't seem to mind that rory likes him. ❝ and techno is just a line without a hook ❞ ( male!oc x technoblade ) ( social media au ) ( written in 2020 ) ( CASTIKLINE )

As I'm sure all of you have watched the video, I want to say, Rest In Peace Techno, you have provided so much love and positivity and humour to our world and we all thank you for it. I will be leaving this story up because if the comments are any indication this story makes you guys happy and I think we all need a bit of happiness right now. Take care of yourselves and message me if you need anything at all 💙 - J "I don't want a wife." He spoke up, immediately biting his tongue in regret as Phil turned to him. 

"It's customary that you marry Techno-"
 "I don't mind getting married but I don't want a wife." "Techno that doesn't even make sense-" "It makes perfect sense." He interrupted with a scowl. 
Phil flung his arms with exasperation "Well then who do you want to marry?!" Helios prepared himself, leaning forwards slightly as his cousin prepared as well, Karl was on the side counting down. At the "GO!" From Karl the cousins sprinted forwards, feet slipping a bit in the sand. Hi, this is a royalty au mainly for my own serotonin but a friend wanted to read them so here you go Also, Phil is kind of a jerk in this please don't hate me, it was for story purposes. Art is not mine Hello. I do not post on Wattpad anymore but after everything came out about Wilbur and Shelby and how he abused her I'm going to put a disclaimer here. This story was made with the intention of being the character portrayed through a screen. I relate none of this to Wilbur as a person, only to the character we were presented. If anyone has a problem with me leaving this up message me privately and we can discuss. Thank you.

Any fanart used in this book I got off pinterest so if you know who made the art please let me know so I can credit

✧.* DSMP X MALE READER ONESHOT ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ╰┈➤ 𝑊𝐻𝐼𝐶𝐻 author -KARLWORLD ⠀⠀⠀⠀ writes imagines of the people they simps. REQUEST OPEN <3 𝑆𝑇𝐴𝑅𝑇𝐸𝐷: 06 SEPTEMBER 2021 𝐸𝑁𝐷𝐸𝐷: JANUARY 2022

Helloooo! Welcome to the Dream SMP x Male reader book. I'll state everything you on what I have in store for you all. Don't worry, I'll be putting warnings at the start of the oneshot SMUT : ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) FLUFF : (◕ᴗ◕✿) LIME : (ΦωΦ) ANGST : (╥ω╥') Requests are always open! Also no smut nor lime for the minors. Go ahead and read the book if you're interested. Also most of the art doesn't belong to me. The cover of the book doesn't belong to me

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.

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.

"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.