✫*ﾟ."𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙗𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤". *｡･ﾟ✫*. --- in which a boy gets dared to kiss the hottest girl at a dumb, high school party.

"God, English majors are so lame." "This is the part where you remember that 𝘺𝘰𝘶 were an English major, Techno." "Yeah. English majors are so lame." ⤫ CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING ON CHAPTER 37- 41 The list of things that Teagan Kato loved was a short one, but appropriate nonetheless. It consisted of mainly two things -- video games, and literature. The first was the reason she became a Twitch streamer. The second was the reason she went to college. It just so happened that somewhere in the middle, she found something else to add to her list. ⤫ *DISCLAIMER* This story was written in 2020, and is undergoing complete editing to remove certain characters. Reader discretion is advised. [book 1] [technoblade x female oc] [social media] [12/1/22- # 1 in Youtube] in memory of the man himself. teagan and i love you.

A bunch of one shots of Techno and Ranboo :) Fluff, angst and I take ideas for chapters Many trigger warnings for the angst chapters Also the first few chapters aren't good so if you don't like them please skip to a well written chapter! On February 8th, 2021 this book was ranked #1 for the Ranboo tag

You were one of the first people to arrive in the piano room - probably because your form room had been so close by. The room was empty when you walked in, so you just made your way to the back of the room, sitting down at one of the pianos near the window. There were no desks in the room besides for the teacher, only keyboards lined up in rows facing the front of the room. You set your books down under the piano, not knowing where else to put them, and sat down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt in your hands as you waited. You would have much preferred for at least the teacher to be in the room - sitting by yourself was not really what you wanted to be doing. You turned your attention to the window in the room, absently watching a couple of songbirds dart in an out of a small shrub while you waited. Hopefully someone else would get here soon and it wouldn't be so stiflingly silent- "Oh. Hello." Your head snapped back to the front of the room to see a boy standing there, hovering awkwardly just inside the door. He was rather short, and his arms wrapped around his books in a hug. You wouldn't have noticed him in the hallway if you had passed him - his height combined with brown hair and brown eyes made him the sort of person that would just blend in to a crowd. He didn't look particularly mean though, so you just tried for a smile. "That's my seat." He said, still hovering by the door.

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.

"will do you believe in soulmates" she blurted out "even platonically" he stood thoughtfully for a moment "i do" "i think that's who you are to me. i think you always have been. but part of me wants more" she dragged out the end "you see the north star?" she pointed to a bright sparkle and he nodded slightly "the north star guides someone when their lost, soulmates guide their other part in a similair sense. that's who you are to me. soulmate, north star, whatever" she stopped, waiting for a response most of this story is y/n however the name is based off a close friend of mine :] it's just a username she uses and i thought it was cute. hope you enjoy <3

Amelia Gold - Wilbur's younger sister - develops a "crush" on Wilbur's friend, fellow streamer, and none other than, TommyInnit. With her brother's teasing, the publicity, Niki and Will's bet, panic attacks, and hardcore doubt, she ends up in the hospital - unknowing that Tommy had the same feelings. The brief time skip shows exactly what Lia knew would happen. After months of "will they, won't they" and some highly traumatic experiences, Tommy and Lia get together. However, problems arise as photos are taken, addresses are leaked, personal lives are exploited, and tears turn into blood. TW: this story contains small amounts of detailed talk about stalking, murder, death, panic attacks, and blood. absolutely NO smut at all Pictures used are of Bree - we do not support her 👎 - #9 - Wilbursoot #18 - Tommyinnit #14 - Stalking #8 - Quackity #3 - Nihachu #8 - Eret #2 - Tommyinnitxoc #12 - Romance-friendship #20 - Tubbo #170 - Youtube

༄ "'cause we're lovers, and that is a fact... yes we're lovers, and that is that. though nothing will keep us together we could steal time just for one day we can be heroes for ever and ever what d'you say?" - tommyinnitxoc ℹ︎) no smut, mature language, unfinished