"I'm his sibling, obviously."In which I write platonic stories for dsmp members. Most of the stories will be reader insert.Enjoy!(Also: Warning! Really slow updates, sorry bout that)Highest ratings:#191 IN SIBLINGS#3 IN PLATONIC#28 IN MCYT#12 IN DSMP #43 IN MINECRAFT#79 IN DREAM#3 IN SCHLATT#41 IN RANBOO#125 IN TUBBO#12 IN WILBURSOOT#12 IN KARL#101 IN WILBUR#89 IN TECHNOBLADE#9 IN JSCHLATT#87 IN KARLJACOBS#50 IN SLEEPYBOISINC#316 IN QUACKITY#29 IN FUNDY#13 IN PHILZA(I got higher ratings I'm just too lazy to write them down anymore, sorry lmao)
This is all about you. You are the star to a whole bunch of weird Fanfics to come and you get to decide what story you want to see happen. These will be mostly one shots or chapters to possible upcoming stories that you have a chance of participating in. Tell me which ones you think would be an interesting story to dwell more on by voting and commenting. This is all fictional and i do not own any of the characters (or people obviously) and/or any control of my own imagination. 💋
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So you are new exchange student who just moved to Gotham and along the way you befriend Damian Wayne and as you two slowly grows closer you might just uncover a big family secret and much more on you journey. ( h/c) - Hair Colour(e/c) - Eye Colour(f/n) - First name I might add more later on ! But for now enjoy !!
"i-i'm so-""i just need some time alone, jeongguk."book 2 of the 'saccharine' series.[start: aug. 30/17end: -]© nobigigu
I was always one for an imagination. It was so powerful, it clouds all memories of reality, revealing only the past that brought me to the immersions of it, instead of reality.Over time my mind has fought between these two, the life in reality and the life in imagination. I have tried to make them coexist for a while, my dream is to merge the two and let imagination be my fuel in reality. However life has seemed to have given me only pain, a idea that these two aren't meant to be one. It has given me two paths to an end, either to take in reality and fall to despair as it reveals the crumbling world, or walk to imagination and fall to the illusions and hope that has kept me going so far. To step in poison, or continue to breath another poison in-I've made my choice.. it was and is all I have really, so take a step into my world, see what I've seen through my poetry and twisted confusing words.These illusions in reality.(This will be a lot of teenage angst and stuff, mostly just a lot of angst and some suicidal thoughts.This will contain a lot of confusing situations, and is unlike my other stories, so if you don't want to read it, don't- This is just to vent and to display my unusual feelings, so do what you will-)