RaccoonMoonshine
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- Dream SMP (4)
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Tubbo sits on the edge of the crater that has become of his nation and thinks,
What happened?
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It’s a peaceful night in their new nation.
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Wilbur Soot was nothing.
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The past is gone (and it's never coming back) by RaccoonMoonshine
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Dream SMP
18 Dec 2021
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Dream lay on the floor and exhaled, steady and slow.
It was hot.
Or: a short drabble of Dream in prison.
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The stranger smiles, eyes wet, like Martin’s just given him everything he’s ever dreamed of and more. “Just—look around. We did it, Martin, we made it.”
Martin flinches back, out of reach of the man’s bloodstained hands, and stares at him. Something is wrong here. So, so wrong. From the blood anointing them both to the way this man says his name like there are worlds of meaning behind it, everything about this is wrong. “Did what?” he pleads. “I- I’m sorry, do I know you?”
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what the water gave me by 19burstraat (astardanced)
Fandoms: Six of Crows Series - Leigh Bardugo
02 Dec 2023
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In time, he almost forgot what he had once been able to do. Water was his most ardent foe, not an ally. Water was the bodymen’s boats, Reaper’s Barge, and Jordie’s corpse. The water had given, and could give him, nothing that he wanted. It would make no bargain with him that could be worth it– so he would not try. He eked out his fortune and his revenge with every bloody punch and petty swindle and broken bone. He ignored the hiss and slap of the filthy water in the canals that wended through the city, the roar of the waves at the harbour that smashed boats to pieces, the sinuous curl of the mist on wet nights that got you jumped if you weren’t paying close enough attention. The Ketterdam water had a touch of the mocking about it– a determination to be as awful and monstrous and polluted as he was. But Kaz didn’t need a reminder of what he’d become. The water had his brother; it would not have him, too.
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Four months after the Muffinteers left the forest with a new friend in tow, they’re about to embark on another adventure. Not exactly on purpose. Bad’s past, and a few of his old friends, have caught up with them, and they have a new mission to complete if they ever hope to walk free again.
Dream doesn’t heal with moss and lichen in his blood anymore. He can’t summon a tree to his defense. He moves fast and swings a dangerous blade, and he’ll do anything to protect his friends. But he’s starting to think that his everything won’t be enough.
Who is he when he’s not a god anymore?Fantasy AU featuring all your favorite Minecraft people!
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- Part 2 of soldiers and spirits
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sightless, unless the eyes reappear by definitelynotshouting
Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
01 Feb 2021
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The great Eye that had replaced the sun is withering, sinking in on itself and weeping green. He doesn't need the Beholding's help to know that other horrors around the world are dissolving too, countless agonies peeling back to release their victims.
It's the ultimate cruelty that, for this to work, Jon had to die first.
Above him, Helen claps her palms together. “How do you feel about a suggestion?”
Or: at the end of it all, Martin makes a choice-- and four years earlier, Martin wakes up. -
for thine is the kingdom by angelsdemonsducks
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP
06 Feb 2022
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This isn’t quite what he wanted, but it’s something, at least. He’ll make do. If he closes his eyes, perhaps he can pretend that this is a grave, and he is nothing but a corpse that hasn’t yet learned that it’s time to stop moving.
Wilbur dies in a dark room, rubble pressing in around him, his father's sword through his chest. Wilbur wakes in a dark ravine, dust pouring from the wound and the stone beneath him trembling with his fear.
Wilbur wakes when he's certain he shouldn't. Wilbur wakes, and nothing feels the same.
(Or, in which Wilbur becomes tied to Pogtopia after his death. Nothing at all changes, and yet everything does. And there are still people who don't want to let go.)