!!I WROTE THIS BOOK BACK IN 2020 OR SMTH. it's discontinued, i don't feel comfortable writing about Ranboo in a romantic sense and im sorry this exists lmfao. also fuck dream and wilbur soot!!!! Dream asks his younger sister, Willow, to start streaming, and they finally agree. However, no one is allowed to know that she's Dream's sister. She eventually moves in with hey brother, Nick, and George. They're idiots, but they're like brothers to them. Ranboo one day asks Dream for some small streamers to collab with and Dream secretly gives him his sister's username. What will happen as Willow's channel grows and when the world finds out she's Dream's sister? Will Ranboo and Willow's collab just be a little something, or more? cover by @hmugogy ty <3

maeve peters has lived with the same people her entire life, but when she meets a boy named ranboo, she realizes just how much she could come to love the stars... and him. "you know, before we met, i actually hated the stars." "do you still hate them?" "no. i quite enjoy them now, actually." "and why's that?" "because whenever i see them, i think of you." ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚・゜ irl!ranboo x oc started: february 14, 2021 finished: may 2, 2021

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.

~AGAPE BOOK 2~ Melanie Wright lived a simple life. She fed chickens, laughed with her family, and hung out with her friends. But, when the King of Helia and his daughter go to war, and only one of them comes back, things change. Melanie lays her eyes on an Enderman halfling, and she can't get him out of her head. Little did she know, he felt the same. This is the second installment of the Agape Series, the first was Aphrodite! I hope you enjoy! art creds go to Artful Padawan!

~AGAPE BOOK 1~ Princess Callista was odd, she knew that. Nothing about her seemed to make sense. She was 17, and no prince had come to sweep her off her feet. One night, her father hosts a ball, at which she meets someone special; someone who is just as odd as she is. Her life changes after she meets him. Will she change for the better, or the worse? Remember to vote and comment! cover by @/vaesi_vlasta on Twitter

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.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. "𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" "𝐈'𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞--" 𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀: 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥-𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

- you may have heard of dealing with the devil, but how about dealing with the deity? a dream xd x (fem)reader fic 💚 set in the dream smp AU (post-prison arc) if dream or anyone from the smp group find this story and are uncomfortable with it, please let me know! the last thing i'd want to do is to weird you guys out! tw: language, threats, much angst and panic attacks started: 12/10/21 finished: 12/12/21 art credit: @Lady_MagnoliaUwU

Melody, known as Medusa online, is a fairly successful Twitch streamer who plays a variety of games. She's primarily known for her appearances on Love or Host, where she flips a coin to decide which she'll choose. After being convinced by her friend Will, better known as Wilbur Soot, she becomes a contestant in GeorgeNotFound's Love or Host, where she meets someone who catches her eye. • • • • Sapnap x Female OC 🎖 #1 - sapnap #1 - dream #1 - dreamteam #1 - wilbur #1 - minecraft #2 - georgenotfound #3 - mcyt (January 25, 2021 - August 28, 2021)

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.