Anathema360
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Ranboo didn’t particularly enjoy digging through his attic for an old hand-held radio. He also didn’t enjoy that he needed to bring it to an island that had no service, but Quackity claimed that there was something cool on the island that the shabby box did. The only reason Ranboo brought it was due to Quackity’s insistence on the topic. It wasn’t even the reason for the trip in the first place…
Now he must race against the clock to get him and his classmates off the island before sunrise or else they join the ghost crew at the bottom of the ocean.
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Oxenfree DSMP AU because I love the game so much and the idea spoke to me.
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BigB is changing. He wants to win, and this gives him a chance he'll never get again.
Bookmarked by Anathema360
08 Nov 2024
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it's a sad song (but we'll sing it anyway) by Green_Life_Lily
Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Empires SMP, Hermitcraft SMP, Original Work
05 Sep 2024
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- 268,650
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05 Aug 2024
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Allies or Enemies: This will be the death of me by RedRobyn2
Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Afterlife SMP, Empires SMP, Hermitcraft SMP, Minecraft Championships (MCC), WitchCraft SMP
01 Dec 2024
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The past has a way of coming back to haunt us when we least expect it.
The life games have proven that to Grian.
Meanwhile Scott is being weird, remembering things he shouldn't. Maybe the rumours about him weren't so unfounded.
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A series of interconnected stories focussing mainly on Scott Smajor and Grian
Family, friends and secrets- Words:
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Bookmarked by Anathema360
04 Aug 2024
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"It's gonna get me by the end of the night" by Amethystfairy1
Fandoms: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Empires SMP
21 Oct 2023
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Scott was the crown prince of the Elven Empire of Rivendell. On the day of his debut, his magic, more potent than any yet in the royal bloodline, had torn out of control. He’d reached for support, tried to escape the eyes, assessment pointed like daggers from all directions. Nothing. He was halted and thrust back, perfection a demand heaped upon young shoulders. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Anxiety had bubbled over, and the temperature plunged.
The only people in the room who weren’t frozen solid were his own parents. Despite being the Crown Prince, he'd been dismissed, sent to live in the distant palace on an icy peak, isolated and alone, forced to grow used to the cold and the quiet. Letters, be they begging lines on tearstained parchment or impeccable penmanship and flowery words, were always returned just the same. A monster, uncontrollable, who couldn't even be trusted with his own tongue.
So maybe he shouldn't be looking forward to the weekly murder attempts by a rather hapless golden-winged avian assassin. But then, he hadn't had someone to talk to in ages, and a gentle touch? He couldn't tell you the last time he'd felt something like that.
(Whumptober 2023: 23 - "Who's there?")
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- Part 23 of Amethyst's Whumptober-ish 2023
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Outside our tent, skunks shuffled in the woods
beneath a star that died a little every day,
and from a nebula of light diffused
inside Orion's sword, new stars were born.
My father's hands became two birds, linked
by a thumb, they flew one following the other.
- Hand Shadows, by Mary Cornish(The one where Impulse and Skizz are soulmates, Grian and Zedaph are enemies, and Pearl and BigB are gods.)
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Bookmarked by Anathema360
15 Jun 2024
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a worthy fic to cry over, methinks. i fuckin love this