glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 2
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a group of crows is called a murder for a reason by Gladumf
Fandoms: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP
14 Nov 2024
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Martyn awoke with a sharp, shuddering breath, his lungs filling almost unwillingly as he shot upright. His body was on fire, the sensation flowing through his veins and culminating in his stomach like a stab wound. Which didn't seem all that far from the truth as he considered it.
“Welcome back to the land of the living." A voice came from his side, and he whipped his head around to see Grian crouching next to him. "How are you feeling?”
Martyn raised a shaking hand to eye level, turning it back and forth. It was covered in blood that glittered in the moonlight, nearly black. There was a violent wound torn into his stomach, barely held together by threads of golden magic.
“Did…am I dead?” He looked up at Grian, a feeling of dread pooling in his stomach along with the blood. “Did Scar kill me?”
“Yep.” Grian extended a hand to help him up. “And you were dead, but you’re back now. So welcome back to the land of the living.”
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or, Grian has been bringing people back to life for over two years now, evading the man who killed them all. What happens when their paths finally cross?
or or, necromancer!grian vs serial killer!scar, otherwise known as nvsk au
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it's inevitable that I end up with scars by Gladumf
Fandoms: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP
05 Dec 2024
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It was a routine scavenge. That was all it was supposed to be. In and out. Grab as many seeds as possible, gather as much gardening supplies as they could, and go. No need to engage with the smilers. No need to be in any danger. They had their masks at the ready, their weapons at hand. A routine scavenge.
Scar pressed his back up against the restroom sink, fumbling for his mask as the smiler crept through the door. Its limbs popped and snapped as it lurched towards him, hollow eyes and smile boring into him as he forced himself to smile back. It didn't stop, head twisting at a 90 degree angle to stare at him. Its limbs hooked onto the door frame like some horrific version of a spider, if a spider were the size of a car and wanted to kill everything via forced smiling.
"Hey, uh, please don't kill me?" Scar's face hurt from trying to wrench it into a smile. It wasn't working. Why wasn't it working?
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[smilers au]
or, grian and scar run into a pack of smilers while on a routine scavenge. it doesn't go well for scar.
or or, smilers au oneshot set about four or five months after grian joins the crew
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- Part 5 of Smilers AU
- Part 2 of glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 2
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world gone mad, let's start the show by Gladumf
Fandoms: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP
11 Dec 2024
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Slowly, one foot in front of the other, he snuck backwards, staring at his shoes to make sure he didn't step on anything and alert them to his position again. The sounds of the smiler had faded into the background, far away from him, and he felt himself relax marginally. He had room to breathe now. Room to maneuver himself away. Or at least, that's what he thought.
Snap!
He froze, gaze locked onto the floor. He hadn't made that sound. The ground was clear beneath his feet. He breathed in, one long, shaking breath, then whipped around. His heart dropped at the sight looming in front of him, stretching out until it was almost directly above him as well.
Its flesh was a massive misshapen blob of inky black, distorted and stick-like limbs digging into the plastic shelving units, anchoring itself atop them rather than on the ground. Fractal patterns were carved into it, leaving gaping holes behind, and on its plaster white disc of a face, it wore the same familiar expression that Grian ran from every day. A wide, stretched out smile, eyes squinted from mirth.
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[smilers au]
or, smilers au part 1, where grian finds a few survivors a few months after the start of the apocalypse
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- Part 3 of Smilers AU
- Part 3 of glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 2
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snowy rooftops and simple talks by Gladumf for DoubleHearted
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
25 Dec 2024
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Scar took a deep breath of the frigid air, letting it fill his lungs as he sat back in his wheelchair on the roof of the parking garage. He would have preferred to be atop his own apartment roof, but it wasn't accessible by wheelchair, so parking garage it was. He released the cold breath out through his mouth, watching it hang still in the air in white clouds, quickly dissipating in the brisk wind. He pulled his scarf tighter around his neck, wrapping his hands tighter around the thermos in his lap, containing hot chocolate that he had yet to drink. He was too absorbed in his surroundings to pay attention to it.
He almost didn't hear the sound of light wing beats behind him, nor the crunch of snow as a pair of boots landed atop it. But he wasn't just Scar, he was always Hotguy, and he had been trained for this. Not to mention that he had grown to recognize that specific set of boots. After a moment, he turned his wheelchair around, wincing as it slipped a few times on the snow before properly turning. Standing atop the snow, wings tucked around her shivering form, was Cuteguy.
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or, my piece for the holiday ddvau zine <3
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#7 - Fairytale by Gladumf for Shepscapades
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
13 Dec 2024
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"May I have this dance?"
Grian looked up from the ground to see, to his surprise, the prince of Scarland bowing shallowly in front of him, his hand outstretched for him to take. There was a twinkle in his green eyes, brought out by the purple suit he was wearing, and the crown on his head was slightly askew.
"Sure." Grian took his hand delicately, letting him lead him out onto the dance floor. His heart slightly picked up at the idea that he was dancing with a Prince, someone who could have him arrested or killed or banished with the flick of a wrist. However, he wasn't about to let himself get intimidated by a rich person, prince or no.
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or, Scar is hosting a gala and Grian is one of the lucky few who gets to dance with him
or or, warmup for the spotify wrapped challenge that ended up way longer than it should have
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- Part 7 of Warmups
- Part 5 of glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 2
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cry my name, remind my brain of my identity by Gladumf
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
20 Dec 2024
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Grian bit back a cry of pain as he was thrown into a metal box on the roof, the vents cutting into his skin. He scrambled to his feet just in time to avoid a crushing sweep of King's axe, ducking beneath it and rolling to the side. He only had a second to react before Spark was charging him and he barely managed to beat his wings hard enough to skip over him, watching as he skidded to a halt and turned to face him again.
Grian flinched as he landed hard on his feet, lacking any sort of power to lighten the blow. Why couldn't he have stolen a useful power like teleportation? Instead he was stuck with shapeshifting, which would normally be very handy but provided him no help when he was already engaged in combat.
"Mimic, stand down." Spark said calmly, but Grian could see his hand tightening on the scythe in his hand.
"You're going to kill me." He replied, voice shifted away from its normal tone. He couldn't let them hear what his voice normally sounded like. Not if he wanted to keep his day job.
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or, Grian is a villain and a hero. What happens when the heroes corner him while he's parading around as a villain?
or or, wildcard au because i don't have enough superhero aus yet
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- Part 6 of glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 2
- Part 1 of Wildcard AU
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El Tango De Roxanne by Gladumf
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
29 Dec 2024
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The Baron, noticing his gaze, grinned. "You've noticed my display then. I collected it from the rain forests down in Mazatec, tracked it down for its gorgeous feathers. Here, allow me."
He lifted a golden stick from where it was resting against his throne, then stuck it through the bars of the cage, jabbing the poor creature inside. It let out a chirp of pain and immediately spread its bright wings, revealing a miserable looking person behind them, head hung low and strawberry blond hair covering their face. They were wearing what looked like a curtain wrapped around them artistically, but with the cold air coming down over the mountains, they must be freezing. Not to mention that they were from the Mazatec Empire, a naturally warm place.
"It's gorgeous, isn't it?" The Baron withdrew the stick, setting it back down by his side. "One of my finest hunting trophies."
Scar made a non-committal hum, schooling his face into something calm rather than furious over the treatment of what was clearly a human (or close enough to it) being. In only a few short minutes, they wouldn't have to be trapped anymore.
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or, Scar settles some issues in his kingdom and picks up a stray along the way
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- Part 9 of Warmups
- Part 7 of glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 2
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Grian laid face down on the bed, biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from crying. He didn't even know why he felt so miserable, just that he had been enjoying the New Years party with his friends and suddenly everything had been caving in on him. There was a hole in his heart, eating away at him, taking away his enjoyment.
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or, wildcard au grian has a rough new year's celebration. luckily scar is there to help him through it.
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- Part 2 of Wildcard AU
- Part 10 of Warmups
- Part 8 of glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 2
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heart and soul by Gladumf, Moondusted
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
07 Feb 2025
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They were moving outside of his cage. Scar could hear their footsteps, loud echoing things above the humming of the lights and the dripping of pipes. They were moving outside of his cage and they were being very loud and obnoxious about it. He growled, the only sound he was capable of making with the muzzle strapped to his face, then tilted his head to listen more closely, his antenna flicking as he picked up on the sound.
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They were watching him. They were always watching him. Grian could feel their eyes boring into him, pinning him in place, holding him still. So painfully still. His feet couldn't root into the ground, it was made of concrete and tile, too strong for him to break through. They had done that on purpose. They were standing in the doorway, clipboards in hand, wearing their white lab coats and making comments back and forth.
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or, Grian is a Creaking and Scar is a Warden. Both of them have been taken captive by a research facility and experimented on for several years. One day, the researchers decide to conduct a new experiment.
or or, gladumf writes another platonic scarian fic in which they're locked up together, except this time they're minecraft mobs
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carry on my wayward son by Gladumf
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Evolution SMP
22 Nov 2025
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Grian fought to breathe around the hand on his throat, pinning him against the wall above the ground, even as his legs kicked and thrashed through its body. He fumbled for the salt his pocket, adrenaline and the lack of oxygen making his fingers clumsy. Black spots swirled in his vision as the hand tightened, and his limbs began to tingle, losing feeling. There were tears pooling in the corners of his eyes from the panic and pain, and he realized with a jolt of horror that there was no way he would be able to get the salt, no way he would be able to escape.
This was the end of the line for him. His limbs went slack as the black spots spread to cover his full vision, rendering him blind. He wasn't even going to be able to see his killer. Just black. His head felt fuzzy, light, and he sagged in the hold of the spirit, still stuck against the wall. He hoped it would destroy his body. He didn't want to hang around as a spirit, not when his company would be his murderer. He'd make a terrible ghost anyway.
BANG!
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or, all of my supernatural au fics combined into one, all in the correct order
or or, i'm doing an experiment and you should click on this to see what the experiment is about
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- Part 10 of glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 2
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little in all but heart by Gladumf for FrogFinity
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
21 Mar 2025
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Thud!
Grian flinched as the entire house seemed to rock, grabbing on to the crooked nail in the framing of the wall, eyes flitting from one direction to another. Carefully, he hoisted himself up to the hole of the missing light switch cover, making sure he only poked up enough to see over the edge. Sure enough, confirming his worst suspicions, he saw a human brushing their hands off on their trousers, two cardboard boxes on the floor at their feet. They had pulled their dark brown hair back into a ponytail to avoid it falling in their face, which was littered with small and faded scars. They wore a loose T-shirt and blue jeans, and they had a relaxed and optimistic air to them.
It was move-in day.
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or, the previous owner of Grian's home has passed away, and the house has been sold to someone new. Can Grian continue to avoid the new human living in his home, or will he get caught?
or or, borrower!grian fic that I wrote for the fandom trumps hate 2025 charity auction!
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- Part 11 of glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 2
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No matter what Scar said, Grian actually did know what he was doing. Sure, he wasn't great at actually doing the things, but he did know what was going on.
Case in point, he knew very well that he had been doing a routine check up on the most dense area of the city and therefore the most crime ridden section, and he also knew very well that he was surrounded by heroes on a rooftop and was going to have to fight his way out. He also knew that he was still recovering from that stab wound to his side that Scar hadn't fully been able to heal, and he knew that there was now a new bullet wound in his shoulder from one of Chromia's sniper rifles.
So yeah. He knew what he was doing. He just wasn't the best at the doing part.
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or, Grian is one of the most dangerous men in the city. When he gets surrounded by heroes, he has no choice but to hit his panic button, alerting his partner to come rescue him. But what if one of the heroes isn't quite as heroic as they might think?
or or, supervillains grian and scar fight some heroes, recover their apartment together, and have tomato soup made for them by a hero with a very specific motive
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- Part 12 of glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 2
- Part 1 of tomato soup 'verse
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Sand. Endless sand for as far as the eye could see, stretching out over the horizon, miles and miles of unforgiving desert. There wasn't so much as a cactus to break up the stretch of gold, waves of heat rising from it in a way that would kill any mortal in a few hours. No water. No green. Just sandy dunes and cliffs.
Scar remembered what it was like before. When it was alive. It used to be a lush rainforest, filled with all of the colors of the rainbow but especially green. There were a countless number of birds and frogs and mammals that roamed the heavily vegetated area. The trees had stretched up higher than any chapel or bell tower ever could, and their leaves had sheltered the forest from the blinding force of the sun, instead diluting it into dappled beams of light.
That was all gone now. They had made sure of it.
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or, what happens when two gods fight?
or or, a small addendum to my God AU, starring Grian, Scar, and their feelings surrounding what happened to create the desert they stand in.
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- Part 13 of glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 2
- Part 2 of God AU
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not giving up, just giving in by Gladumf
Fandoms: Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP
20 Jun 2025
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What a pathetic way to die. After months of fighting, scraping by to survive, he was going to die in the middle of a street, starving and exhausted. Tears that he couldn't afford to lose prickled at the corners of his eyes. Normally, he would hold them back, but he was going to die anyway, so he let them slide down his face. There was no point in trying to hold it in anymore.
He heard a crunch of gravel beneath something's weight a short distance away and he held in a sob. The smilers had already found him. He listened to the crunching gravel get closer and closer, and he wondered why it sounded so much more human than normal. Had the smilers evolved to be better at hunting their prey? The steps stopped a few feet from him, and he braced himself. But instead of the clicking and popping of a smiler, he just heard a soft exhale and the shuffle of clothing as something settled down next to him.
"Hey Grian."
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or, Grian is struggling his way through life behind the Smiler Wall until his body gives out. Luckily for him, a small group of survivors has been keeping an eye on him, ready to step in and save him.
or or, the clockers survivor group slowly lures grian into their group like a stray cat
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- Part 4 of Smilers AU
- Part 14 of glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 2
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"It's okay, it's okay, I've got you."
How long has he been crying for? How long has he been screaming? How long had he been alone for?
Is he still alone?
"Hey, hey, Scar, look at me, look at me, it's okay, I've got you."
It hurts. His heart feels as though it's splitting in two, shattering into a thousand pieces. He is so alone. He has always been so alone. He isn't filled with loss, because that would mean he had something to lose. No. He's always been alone.
It hurts.
"Scar, please, you're scaring me."
Loneliness is not a new thing for him. It has been with him his whole life. It follows him closely, clinging to his shoulders in a way that cannot be shaken. He is alone and he always will be. No one cares. No one will ever care. He will never make the connections he wants. He will never grow old alongside another person. He will never be someone's most important person. No matter how much he wants it, how much he craves the feeling of being wanted, being loved, he will never get it in the way he needs.
That's how it's always been. That's how it will always be.
Alone. Forever.
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or, my canon for scar's backstory
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- Part 11 of Warmups
- Part 15 of glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 2
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frozen wings by Gladumf for FrogFinity
Fandoms: Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP
30 Aug 2025
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It was as he was carefully examining the leaves, easily suseptible to frost damage at a young age, that he noticed something curled up at the base of one of them, smaller than the length of his palm, maybe around the length of his index finger.
At first, he thought it was a bumblebee, caught in the frost. It had two delicate pairs of wings, as well as a set of antenna that were crooked and pointed in different directions. But when he looked closer, he could see a few more details. Instead of the blob shaped body of a bumblebee, it had a more humanoid figure, with a lankier body. It had a yellow and black striped sweater on, which had made it almost perfect for blending in. It was shivering violently, wings trembling, antenna twitching, and its face—it had a human face—was scrunched up in distress, eyes tightly shut.
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or, after a sudden freeze, scar finds a frozen bumblebee hybrid in his tomato plants and has to rescue him
Series
- Part 16 of glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 2
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carved up into ruins by Gladumf for SaltineTheBouncingLizard
Fandoms: Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series
13 Nov 2025
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He couldn't do it again. He couldn't handle the silent pain, the only sound his own screams echoing off of the walls. He couldn't stand the blank masks of the Watchers, faces permanently obscured by the disks that they had sealed over their features. Couldn't stand the chill of the room against his bare skin, only chased away by his blood, boiling hot in comparison.
His heart was pounding now, faster and faster, tears leaking out of his eyes, wasting water he couldn't lose. He needed to calm down, breathe, stop panicking. He would only lose more blood.
Breathe in.
He's going to die. There's no way that his team will find him before he bleeds out.
Breathe out.
The Watchers would probably go after Grian next. Even if they raised him, they still wouldn't treat him with mercy. They would find another chosen one.
Breathe in.
His team might get Grian out in time.
Breathe out.
They won't.
He couldn't breathe in anymore.
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or, Scar is in the business of abolishing cults and a job goes sour. Luckily, he has a team behind his back and a friend (?) by his side.
or or, mute!grian and mind reader!scar escape a cult together
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- Part 17 of glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 2
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To anyone else, the noise level would be manageable. To anyone else, it would be easy to tune out. To anyone else, this wouldn't be a problem.
Scar felt like he was dying.
He was already regretting leaving the Hero Tower for the holidays. One week, they had given him. The kind of vacation most heroes dreamed of. He had broken his collarbone fighting a high level villain and even with healing potions, it would take another few days before he was in top shape.
Of course, that hadn't stopped him from going out as Evoker. He just stuck to vigilante and villain escorting, spending far too many hours on the streets rather than in bed.
Now, surrounded by his family with a rapidly worsening headache, he was pretty sure he'd rather get a beatdown from Ren than stay here any longer.
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or, Scar goes home for the holidays and finds himself deeply regretting it
or or, scar gets to experience the neurodivergent hell that is being in a big family during the holiday season and has to be rescued by grian
Series
- Part 3 of Wildcard AU
- Part 18 of glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 2
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soul collection duty by Gladumf
Fandoms: Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series, Hermitcraft SMP
08 Dec 2025
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He was going to die here. That was a guarantee.
More blood filled his throat, and this time, he couldn't clear it. He couldn't breathe, it had filled his lungs, his airways, his nose and mouth. Another pointless surge of adrenaline washed through him, begging for him to fight back against it, but there was nothing he could do. He could only sit there on his knees, eyes wide, hand pressed against the gaping wound in his stomach as his heart thudded in his chest and his mind screamed for him to breathe.
"Oh, Scar."
A gentle voice. Soft, calm, soothing. Coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.
Scar had heard from other soldiers about this sort of thing. About watching their comrades die, whispering how they had finally reached peace, thanks to a quiet voice. He had assumed it was an image conjured by their minds, to bring them comfort in their last moments. Now it was his turn. He knew it was a real thing now, his brain trying to soothe him as he suffocated in his own blood.
A pair of hands cupped his face, thumbs brushing away tears. "It's okay, it'll be over soon."
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or, Scar dies. Luckily, he has an angel to collect his soul.
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- Part 19 of glad's platonic scarian manifesto: volume 2