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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.

"You remember what I said a few months ago?" Alex asked. "About when you hit one million subscribers?" You thought for a moment, sorting through your memories. "You're going to have to be more specific." Alex smiled, sipping at her drink. "About the SMP." That jogged your memory immediately. "Wait- really?" You asked, now excited. "You'll ask if I can join?" Alex nodded, and your heart swelled up with joy. You were going to join the Dream SMP. And, oh, how your life would change because of it.

You are an (insert bird type) and you come from the (insert bird type) tribe, that was best friends with the Spix Macaw tribe, who were all living at the edge of the Amazon forest. Your father, Wesley, the leader of the (insert bird type) tribe left you to the safety of Eduardo as you and your best friend, Jewel, hid under his wings, until she fell and took you down with her. You guys were 19 at the time. (Just pretend that bird years are the same as humans) Almost two years later, you find yourself exploring around Rio de Janeiro on Carnival night when you bump into Rafael and Eva, who were on their 5th anniversary as they were dancing their hearts away, and Pedro was jamming out with Nico. But Nico caught your eye the most! (Also, I'll try to keep this as kid-friendly as possible, but it does have "ewww" quick kissing scenes and "GASP!" cursing, so beware!) All characters and art and songs and such belong to their rightful creators, none of them are by me. #13 in RIO 3/10/22 (P.S. I was a kid when I wrote this, it's cringe I know. I won't edit it so that you guys can see my mistakes. Please bare with me 🙏 Also, I used google translator for anything that's in Portuguese. If anything is wrong, blame the translator.)

You were a normal hunter going to complete a salt and burn. In and out, right? Wrong, you met two handsome brothers and get mixed up with them. What's gonna happen. I'm sorry that the description sucks, not the greatest with these things. I don't own supernatural or their character, but this is my story and my idea DON'T STEAL IT

y/n had grown up in Ontario almost her whole life, had a small group of friends, but never exactly fit in with others. She has always loved the guitar and tends to sketch once in a while. Her parents broke up when she was only a few monthes old, her father was a toxic man, only thinking of himself, her mother was a safe haven. One day y/n and her father got into a fight which resulted in her moving away to her favourite place, Paris, France. She discovers that moving away wont erase all drama, but who said that had to be a bad thing ;) More info in story! will try to update every other day, like, comment, follow and share!!

You set your phone down when a customer walked in - a boy with fluffy brown hair and an oversized jumper. You watched him wander between the shelves for a few moments, looking sort of lost, as most boyfriends and/or husbands did when they came looking for gifts. Shame too - he was cute. Still, you walked around the counter and over to him to offer your help. You stepped up beside him next to the candles. "Hi, are you finding everything okay?" You asked. "Oh, uh." The boy jumped a little. "I'm just looking for some candles." He said. "Gonna be honest... I'm kind of lost, yeah." You laughed a little. "Would you like some help?" "Yes, thank you." He sounded relieved. You grabbed one of the shopping bags from the nearby rack and handed it to him with a smile. "So are we looking for something for the girlfriend, or mom, maybe?" "Oh, um no." He said, flushing slightly. "I just needed some candles for me, actually." Your smile widened. So no girlfriend... a interesting development.

𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 'he was everything real in a world of make believe' © COVER MADE BY MYSELF © Peter Parker! Belongs to Marvel (1# in Peter 12.08.19)

(Completed) (Yt/N) is a NerdyDIY Channel. FNAF Cupcakes? Got it! Minecraft Plushies? Check! Cosplay? You know it! You love crafts and cooking, and you love your channel. The only problem? You cannot edit. At all. And your equipment is a little (a lot) outdated. When you ask your best friend Jess for advice she hooks you up with an amazing editor! Some guy named Max. You hope he isn't a total dork. ~~~ Some swearing (because it's Max, come on.) ~~~ Enjoy! :3

Jeffrey Fowler was a family friend, someone your parents were close to and who was basically part of the family. He was the one who got you a job at his precinct. And when your parents passed away, he was your shoulder to cry on, but when he could no longer do that, he gave you a partner. Hank Anderson. The two of you got along well enough but even he couldn't fill the empty space left in your heart. So you overworked yourself, while Hank drank himself to death along side you. You both were two functioning members of society. - The art used for the cover page was by this amazing artist on tumblr 0dearg-due0. They gave me permission to use this art. http://0dearg-due0.tumblr.com I suggest you look up the tumblr to see how great the art is! Show them some love! - Art within each chapter is by me.

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"