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The love letter is two sentences long. There isn’t even a Dear Langa, that’s how short it is. It covers approximately 10% of the paper’s surface area.
The sentences get straight to the point. I have a crush on you. Isn’t that awful? It’s written in striking red, in an almost illegible handwriting.
There’s no signature.
For the first time in Langa’s life, he cares about a love confession.
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all is well (it’s only blood) by brooke (thekelpiekid), shulkersneow
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
01 Sep 2025
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The crown prince has been assassinated and Bdubs is, unfortunately, next in line for the throne. What makes matters worse is that everyone worries he'll meet the same fate, and now he has to have a guard with him 24/7.
a medieval-ish fantasy ethubs au featuring prince/horsegirl bdubs, his 160k word slow burn for his guard etho, plenty of blood, and a happy (?) ending
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- Part 1 of all is well (the au)
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"Hm?" Scar looked at the stands, then widened his eyes. "Oh. Uh—tour's on a tight schedule, so we gotta keep it moving! There will be time for questions at the end!" His voice pitched upward with obvious panic.
Now he had Mumbo's curiosity piqued. Mumbo took a few steps closer to the bench and stopped in his tracks. The other figure was smaller than him, and its face was… It looked like…
"Scar, why have you built me and our future child?" he blurted out.
Mumbo gets a personal tour of the completed Scarfari Zoo. He's not expecting a certain armor stand display.
(Written for Day 1 of Redscape Week 2025: Zoo!)
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- Part 2 of end's anon fics
- Part 1 of redscape week 2025!
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It's the end of the world, probably. Etho and Bdubs go for a drive.
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the dark is singing songs by amaranthinecanicular for driftbit (thunderdone)
Fandoms: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
29 Nov 2024
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It’s strange. Only now, confronted with the very thing he came down here to find, is reality enforcing itself upon Bdubs.
This is impossible. Maybe the blackbox of Etho’s AI could be retrieved, but at a depth of 36,000 feet his netherite-fibered body would have lasted six seconds at most before his lovely face pulverized. Whatever’s left might as well be a husk of radiation. He is not outside the submersible. No one is.
And still. A knock on the door. One-two-three. Polite and patient.
(At the bottom of the ocean, Bdubs studies microbes with the help of the CONCORP android Etho. They are not alone.)