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need a place to call home (you smell just like it) by scribblingdragon for sconesalot
Fandoms: Vampires SMP
17 Dec 2025
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"What is that."
"Um." He blinks once, twice and looks away before the third one. Unable to stand how Scott watches him, unblinking in his intensity. "A nest?" Scott's irritation doesn't wane with his answer, if anything — if possible — it only grows stronger. "My nest?" He tries instead.
He looks back into the corner he had claimed as his, a good few feet from his bed and tucked cosily into the corner, safe. The bed he had been gifted, in all its bare-mattressed glory, sat squarely in the centre of the room, exposed on all sides. His nest had walls all around, nestled comfortably where they converged, right in the junction so he can push himself back into the wall and feel secure. Surrounded on all sides and eyes on the door, comforted, even if it's nothing but cold, unfeeling brick.
"That," Scott spits, no small amount of venom in his voice, "is not a nest."
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28 Dec 2025
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What if there had been a choice? What if the world- or at the very least, a certain vampire- had been a little bit kinder? No massacres, no beacons, no cursed slumber. How would our story change, and what would remain inevitably the same?
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Basically a Pyro centric fic where I make Scott significantly less evil (mostly because I wanted to explore the logistics and world building of ethical vampirism), but don’t worry- he still gets to be scary sometimes as a treat. He’s been allowed to develop and grow a lot more as a person in the last 600 years, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t still skeletons in his closet. After all, there must be a reason he decided to change for the better.
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06 Dec 2025
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black sheep, come home by fluffy_papaya, iamsolarflare
Fandoms: 100 Days Multiverse, Dominion SMP
07 Nov 2025
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Hello again, friend of a friend...
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Legundo's involuntary trip through the multiverse has landed him in all sorts of predicaments, worlds with hidden dangers or unobvious threats. One thing has been constant, though - he has always been alone, with the exception of the ghosts of his past that h(a)unt him.Technically, that hasn't changed. It's just gotten infinitely more obvious and infinitely less easy to negotiate with. With Legundo's usual ever-present time limit bearing down on both him and this new unknown, things seem set to unravel... whether or not anyone wants them to.
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03 Dec 2025
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The crypt yawns open in front of him, wide and gaping. A maw into the depths of the earth that threatens to swallow him whole, if he would only let it. Avid stares at it, down the throat to hell, and it stares right back at him, mocking with its gap-toothed smile, leering at him from the ragged hillside.
Only yesterday he'd bounded into that place with a reckless abandon he can no longer summon, lost laughter bubbling in his chest. A high that had buoyed him along and kept him firmly on the top of the world.
He sits at the bottom of the world now, shoes scraping through the gravedirt underfoot as he scuffs his way along, firmly grounded and left to rot as others take to the skies on skin-thin wings.
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26 Nov 2025
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Avid paused, looking back at Drift. “Vampires?” He echoed, voice thin. The wood was clearly to defend against creatures that would throw themselves against windows, to block out the awful noises. “Who would care about vampires?”
Vampires, what was that about again? Avid cast his mind back, mind feeling a million miles away.
Her weak smile faded away. Replaced with concern. “But you talked about them all the time. That we should be protecting ourselves from them.”
Legundo turns his head back, voice grave. Both gaze at Drift, eyes in shadows. “There are far worse things in the dark to be afraid of.”
Three days. That’s how long they were missing. Twelve weeks. That’s how long they were in the fungal apocalypse.
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24 Nov 2025