6 Works in Slight (Roblox: Grace)
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My love, how could this have happened.
I can’t leave you there.
For if I do so all of your suffering will be for naught.
My love,
They have taken you from my path,
The path I prepared for you.
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Your dignity, your prosperity, your love.It was always about you,
and then I lost you,
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what do I do with these people?! by Squishy_Supernova
Fandoms: DOORS (Roblox), Pressure (Roblox), Grace (Roblox)
11 Sep 2025
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I actually have no idea what to put here, this is just a doors, pressure, and grace fic I made out of my own boredom I guess
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My eyes softened, and my heart beat. by VAUSCHENS BIGGEST PHAN (PipsterTheHipster)
Fandoms: Pressure (Roblox), DOORS (Roblox), Roblox: Grace
04 Sep 2025
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After Sinner is thrown into a room with 2 other people, a romance sparks, and conflicts raise.
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A group of idiots get trapped in a labyrinth and try to escape whilst they get picked off by entitys
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this is like a character study alr
kookoo is my totem animal -
but the gateway to the world had never belonged to men by gauched
Fandoms: Grace (Roblox)
22 Jan 2025
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“Huh,” she says. You watch as she slides the pad of a slender fingertip along the stick in her hands. The gesture creates a sort of dry buzz inside of your head; you can think of nothing except a life you knew as a human, where rough calluses humored your own muscles, tightening and relaxing against the skin of your wrist. “You and I contradict, do we not? You feed off their attention and I would kill for them to look elsewhere.”
“We make a good pair, I believe,” she says, with a twinkle in her eye that you have heard similar in Dozer’s own tone. It suggests that she knows something you do not; that she is making your nativity a joke of its own accord. “Like magnets. I used to play with magnets when I was no less of a sinner than the rest of the humans—I would make their repulsing ends stick together like tied twine.”
“Yes,” you repeat, and she tilts her head up like she is grinning with her full heart. You know that she cannot see it, but you offer her a soft smile of your own. “Like magnets.”
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( Rated ' T ' for Minor Character Death and Implied Sexual Content )