Alive for centuries, she's roamed the world, unknown and all alone. Hidden away in her burrow, buried underneath papers, pens and hardcovers, she does her job anonymously. What does she do? Well, everything comes from somewhere, don't they? Where did you think stories came from?

editing :) ❝ I don't wanna make you feel bad, but I've been trying hard not to act like a fool, sunflower. ❞ In which Dream falls for a well known streamer who is liked by everyone in the community and has to get through all of her friends approval.

"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. //

In the beginning there was nothing. The only thing there was white. Until a person was made. This person was made by the color around them. No person, no thing. They had no color. but soon they learned to create.

I noticed a lot of boy readers read my first oneshot book so this is for them :) #342 - quackityhq #16 - Alexis #11 - alexis #10 - alexis #8 - alexis #3 - alexis

Y/N is a 15 year old male streamer. He recently got invited to the Dream SMP. He and Tommy are best friends, but one a mysterious situation occurs, they might become more. No smut, since Tommy is a real person. I know this story will be great because TOMMY will be INNIT! I'm sorry..

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 -- 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜

there will no longer be updates. the end. COVER ART BELONGS TO ME.