13 Works by Azra_ig
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He wanted to pace. Stretch his legs a bit, use up the anxious energy bubbling up just beneath his cold skin.
He didn’t. Instead, he sat in the corner next to the door, hugging the wall and hoping enough of his body fit into the small blind spot of the cell’s window to hide him from any eyes that could try and look for him in the most unlikely of places.
(It wasn’t unlikely, had anybody listened to him. He didn’t exactly hide the fact the cage wasn’t meant for any of the vampires, even if it did end up housing one.)-------------
Avid's turning didn't go well, and he ended up with more issues than just the wound. Luckily, there’s people willing to help him, if he choses to accept them.Title from "Closer to the moon" by Anya Nami (yes i changed the title after all)
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That first calendar was both the reason she kept going and the bane of her existence in the circus. She marked off the days like it was her lifeline, at first. Awaiting the moment she would go back to the real world.
When it didn’t happen, she marked other things. Still counted the days, out of habit and just to keep track of it all, but she stopped counting towards the day she’d get to reconcile with her mother and instead started counting towards holidays to spend with the others, towards birthdays and anniversaries.(Part of a bigger fic, but can be read as a stand alone)
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- Part 2 of We live and die, my friend
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The mirror was lying. It showed a kind, smiling dolly. It showed soft fabric cheeks and a button eye the color of the dark sea. It showed a pretty feminine dress and a cute bow. It showed who ‘Ragatha’ was supposed to be. It didn’t show the person behind the avatar. Just the idea of a perfect doll to be everyone’s best friend.
She could never live up to that standard. -
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Because that’s what it was - a wedding. And, as much as she wouldn’t ever suspect Caine of being aware of their relationships enough to really figure out romantic bonds in the group, apparently, he did catch onto something, because in the roles of the bride and groom were Pomni and Jax.
(An adventure has Pomni and Jax getting married. Ragatha is not doing good with that.)
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Ragatha had been in the Circus for far longer than most of the others assumed. Nobody ever truly cared beyond what they assumed, so the members never put too much thought into it. Ragatha could still remember her first day, years ago. One of the older members, who’s face she was slowly forgetting by now, found her stumbling around one of the hallways of the circus and took her in almost like a parent, while the rest became like a family. Back then, everyone was pretty close. Despite the whole thing, Ragatha felt.. happy, almost. Happy to get away from the past, happy to get something akin to a break from real life.
But then members started abstracting, her little found family being exchanged for people who little by little kept more and more closed off, friendship and companionship burning out with every new candle on the little altar she kept on one of the shelves in her room, made up with the deliberate look of mere decoration. Each candle was for one of her friends, each candle she picked out especially for each passed member.
(In which an unlucky adventure set on an unlucky day makes Ragatha once again grieve what she used to have)
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- Part 1 of We live and die, my friend
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Her legal name was Roxanne. Her driver’s licence said so, and so did her birth certificate and ID. Even her CV, work email and an old nametag from her waitressing job back at college she dug up a while ago in some weird episode all said that was her.
Her name was undeniably Roxanne, but she still struggled to respond to it. -
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That’s the thing about a domain. A deity will always be connected to what they represent. For some, it was an aura, a spreading feeling all around them, reminiscent of an old memory that was long lost to the void. Some are personifications of their domains, whether by body or mind. And some just had Knowledge of what they were, as if their mind held the answers from the future, present and past. Scott was one of these gods. While some of his friends jokingly called him a good luck charm, he really didn’t strongly affect people around him - not nearly like some of the other gods. His major ability as a god was to know the result of any and all games, small or big.
His domain was of the winners and champions, of games and competitions, of teams, strategies and adrenaline. And what he could know was the victors.or
Scott knows who will win each game. He tries to make sure it works out the best for everyone.
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It was just the two of them in the circus. The rest had gone on an adventure, so the couch area was quiet with the absence of the bigger group and Caine.
A sewing kit was splayed across the couch, with the owner using her left hand to sew across increasingly larger and more hidden gaps in the fabric of her skin. Zooble had been somewhat secretly watching her work for a bit now, and each time they thought she was done, she would turn her focus onto another tear they hadn’t noticed.(Zooble and Ragatha are left alone in the circus. A bit of help with stitches leads to talking about tattoos.)
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Right, they were in the dark. Pomni frowned. From the other side of the aquarium, she could just barely tell apart red locks of yarn hair, as well as the purple hue of Kinger’s robe. They haven’t noticed her. She felt like they shouldn’t.
It took a minute for anything else to be heard. Pomni almost thought there would be no answer, before a sad, quiet sigh echoed in the room.
“I think…I might have failed Pomni.” Ragatha’s voice was shaking with unshed tears. “Just like I failed Jax.”Or
An alternate scenario where Pomni gets taken out of the game and accidentally overhears Ragatha and Kinger's conversation in the loser corner.
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The colorful paper had “Vampirism Turning” written on the top, with a short description of the health benefits. It claimed turning a patient into a vampire would allow them to continue life despite or even totally free of any major symptoms of an astounding list of conditions and ailments.
Mumbo almost physically recoiled, looking back at the doctor with horror.
“They’re beasts” He spoke, carefully but blatantly.(Mumbo was born human. He didn't stay that way.)
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- Part 3 of Hundred Ways to live a Hundred Lives
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Rationally, he wasn’t too surprised it came up. To most, the creatures were more akin to mythical beings, nothing most would consider close to real. Honestly, Etho would probably dismiss them as a myth had he not known better. They were pretty prominent in old texts, mentioned most often as beings beyond human understanding, carrying themselves like stone statues unless no eyes were on them. They used to be known, at times even worshipped, though mostly by the more insane or localized bunch, much like Watchers or Listeners. They weren’t in any way tied or affiliated with players, which made them… tricky to worship, Etho supposed. For the better, probably.
Weeping Angel, huh?
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- Part 2 of Hundred Ways to live a Hundred Lives
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But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet by Azra_ig
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
20 Jan 2025
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Joining Hermitcraft, Impulse covered up his demon traits at first out of instinct, later out of guilt. How do you exactly tell the people you've known for a year you've been lying to them all this time? How do you avoid their anger after 3? How would you even start the conversation after 6? Impulse dug his hole of lies deeper and deeper until he simply swore to never show them, despite the guilt of lying to his now friends eating away at him.
That is, of course, until a death game takes away his glamor and he has no choice but to show himself - horns, tail and everything that comes with them.Series
- Part 1 of Hundred Ways to live a Hundred Lives
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SOS was one of Mog’s first real experiences of an SMP. Sure, he was kind of everywhere and nowhere and quite a few players knew of him, but those events were almost always one off - and he was still too socially awkward to make lasting relationships out of those, so he tended to stick to his superflat world at the end of the day. As such, the invite to a new server made by an already existing and close group was a major surprise, and he almost wanted to believe fWhip had mistaken him for another player.
He worried he’d feel out of place, being a near stranger to most of the players, but he promised himself he’d go out of his comfort zone, so he accepted the invite, and soon was due to join the server. Hopefully, he at least wouldn’t make a fool out of himself.
That was a great plan, of course, until he realized it wasn’t.
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Eloise called Mog the canary of the server and I got feelings about that