𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. ❝ 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 - 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 [𝚈/𝙽] 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛... 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐. ❞

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK SIX --- Addendum (noun); an item of additional material, typically omissions, added at the end of a book or other publication --- A collection of pieces puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit into the rest of the story - oneshots and timelines and little asides about the universe from the point of someone who's thought way too much about it.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 3 --- Hiraeth (Welsh pronunciation: [hɪraɨ̯θ, hiːrai̯θ]) is a Welsh word for longing or nostalgia, an earnest longing or desire, or a sense of regret. The feeling of longing for a home that no longer exists or never was. A deep and irrational bond felt with a time, era, place or person. --- You were close enough that you could see the crew scurrying about on deck now. They looked as ragged as the ship - no sense of unity about them other than that they were all standing on deck together, swords brandished as you approached. You scanned over them and felt suddenly grateful for your sailing uniform - some of those pirates didn't even have shoes. Simon strode the deck, scanning through the ranks for the captain of the Ghost. You had been given some indication as to what she looked like, but when she parted herself from the ranks of her crew, you weren't quite ready for what she actually looked like. They didn't do her justice on the wanted posters back home. She was short, but powerfully built. You could see ram horns sticking out from underneath her extravagant hat, and her coat was a bright blood red - the gold trim faded somewhat. You were most focused on her hair though - pure white and absolutely massive, it looked like a cloud around her head. Stern eyes finished the look, and you couldn't help but be a little bit entranced - this was the kind of person that people were scared to make eye contact with. Simon didn't seem all that frightened when he came to stand on the edge of your own deck, facing her over the narrow strip of sea that separated you - and you were grateful. If you were captain, you didn't know if you would be able to look her in the eye.

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.

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.

I wanna be free... This isn't an amentity... If I try to live this good out there, I'd have to be a thousandaire. This isn't where I want to grow old; So I'm just praying, that I make parole: Cause I just wanna be free. ~A completed love story~ (started December 8th 2019, Finished February 2nd 2020) Highest category ranks (some remained and repeated longer/more than others): 1# Yancy 1# ahwm 1# aheistwithmarkiplier 1# yancyxreader 1# apocalypto (Tyler Scheid) 1# muyskerm 1#Lordminion777 3# code *All characters but TWO are not my own. They are either real people outside of the AHWM universe with my chosen place in the story, or part of the AHWM universe.*

Psychology, if it's your cup of tea, opens doors to a lot of interesting characteristics and traits that human beings encompass. Reading about it will not only give a meaningful perspective to how you see the world, but will also allow you to reach out and understand people around you better.

Ok first off could you guys make an story for some of these bois they don't have enough story's and also if you choose to make Akane use #akaneaoiclockkeeper This story was Inspired by @Anime_weebs_101 😁 This Story will be a little different and have new and different scenarios and one shots instead of the Reader being depressed or something it will be them. Stuff like that😑😂🤣 Story includes: Uhh Self Harm Depression Abuse Death? Fighting 🤣😂 Vines and other stuff Request are open also if you haven't already go check out my old (discontinued) story on my old account @LELELOVESANIME Characters Included: Hanako Kun (Yugi Amane) Tsukasa Yugi Kou Minamoto Teru Minamoto Akane Aoi Mitsuba Sousuke