Fantasy series: book 3 [̲̅$̲̅－－－－－－－－－－－－－$̲̅] Silence, not even a trace of human presence. "This doesn't make any sense he is supposed to be here." You said. "Searching for me ladies and gentlemen?" You heard a male deepish voice say. You looked around still not being able to see anyone. "Where the fuck are you?" You asked looking around spinning your axe. You looked at the left side balcony seeing the same man on the poster standing on the railing of the balcony. "Right here!" He then took a heal turn and leaned back falling off and disappearing.

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.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK THREE --- What a wonderful little secret this was though. If you hadn't been able to follow the signs you would have never found it - a real travesty. Everything you could possibly need resided here in some form or another - feverfew sprang up in little bunches from the ground, accompanied by echinacea. Gingko trees around the place offered their leaves down to you in little bundles. If you hadn't known better, you would have thought someone had planted it all here... A rustle from the bushes behind you stopped your train of thought in its track, sending a shiver of panic down your spine. Your hand withdrawing from the bundle of milk thistle it had been about to grab, you slowly turned, mind filling with all a matter of wild animals that could be lurking in this wood. A pair of soft brown eyes peered out from one of the clumps of brush, staring directly at you.

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.

"if you want to kill a god , aim for it's heart" "Why?" "Because it's fragile , like ours " He aimed , but never fired -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- Suggestive content , explicit conversations about sexual themes and attraction , panic attacks , please proceed with caution . No real names used , just George's but there's nothing I can do that .

"I can't believe my childhood crush is a streamer." "Wait what-" Ranboo quickly turned his head.

Y/n Is a Minecraft streamer who always stream every day. He's insecure about his face. Afraid of everyone will be making fun of him. That's why he used a mask when he went on Live stream. Apparently, when Y/n is doing stream. Someone is raiding his stream. And it was.... - - - was: #1 on #xmalereader #1 on #dreamsmp

"and when i was younger... i knew a boy and a boy.. best friends with eachother... but always wished they were more..." ------------------------------------------------------------------- one day, after being ditched by his friends at lunch, Ranboo is startled by a boy eating his food alone behind the building. after that faithful day, these two teenage boys would be forever thankful of the fact that Ranboo's friends left him out to be idiots on that one day of senior year. finding friends is already hard enough, but falling in love with those friends? it really throws ya off, doesn't it? oh well. let's get this party started, i guess.

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 𝙁𝙊𝙍: Swearing, anxiousness ------ Oliver was about 15 when he moved into that little duplex in Seattle. He was homeschooled, and didn't talk to many people in the area. He lived a quite life, full of knitting, and picture taking, and procrastinating schoolwork. Until he started hearing noises coming from his neighbor. ------------ 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: If Ranboo says he's uncomfortable with this kind of content being made then please tell me!! I'll take this down immediately if that's the case. 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 𝗧𝗪𝗢: I've never written fanfics before, so please be kind!

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.