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Sleeping Dogs by Rob_Robin
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP
01 May 2022
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“I hate that we can’t hurt him back.”
Quackity laughs, his breath hitching when Karl’s teeth appear to scrape at his neck. “You wanna hurt him?” He watches their faces snap to his, rapt with attention. Karl’s eyes are swirling, and Sapnap’s are as dark as ever.
“He's a possessive bastard.” Quackity whispers with venom. “Make me yours instead.”
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Quackity has no idea how he got here. Working with heroes? Two boyfriends he met at a bar? A secret the heroes would do anything to get their hands on (not that they know)?
Fuck. He's screwed, isn't he?
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28 Jun 2026
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“What grievance does Schlatt have with us?” The Angel shouts across the space, striding through the gore without a second thought. The other two follow close behind, although Siren takes in the display a little more. “Why have you killed more than thirty of my men?!”
Shit. These were Syndicate men? Then this was a trap. For them. That Bloody Mary somehow came across and cleared out for them. Shit, they’re lucky.
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Mary is smart, he knows that. So why is it that every time he opens his mouth they all doubt him?He thinks for a moment to word it right and ends up with, “You always make sense. Don’t you.”
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Karl speaks up again. “You know what Schlatt is planning next.”Mary laughs, and through the filter it sounds like some sort of demon. “His schedule is booked. The failsafe failed, irony.”
“...So you’re Schlatt’s failsafe, whatever that means.” Sapnap realises out loud, and then mentally kicks himself when the gun points at him.
“Irony.” Is Mary’s response, and no pain erupts in his chest so Sapnap counts himself lucky.
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“... I just got unlucky. Unlucky, that’s the saviour, unlucky. One in six is the game, no liars, but he only shot the fucking gun once.” Something shifts in Mary’s demeanour. No longer are the movements collected and smooth. They’re jerky, exaggerated. It almost looks like he can’t quite control his limbs. “It isn’t fucking fair when the liar shoots.”Okay. They’re starting to connect the dots. If Mary was Schlatt’s victim, that means they were close. Really close. Mary probably knows everything there is to know about Schlatt.
“But you’ve finally rolled a die, good. One in six, come on.” Mary almost crows, like some mechanical rooster, but Sapnap isn’t listening anymore because it’s clicked.
“I don’t know anything. I just got unlucky.” Roulette had said one day. “It’s in the name, isn’t it. One in six.”
“You won’t shoot me.” Sapnap gasps like his life depends on it, interrupting Mary’s latest shrouded clue.
The barrel of the revolver finds his eyes. “Are you sure you want to bet on that one?”
“I know you. I know you by two-- three names. You won’t shoot me.” He laughs, a little delusional. “You said you weren’t Janus. Janus only has two faces, you have more.”
“Lies of omission, so tricky, but not technically lying.” Mary twirls the revolver around his finger flippantly. “What’s the difference between blind mice and leaves on the clover? The eye of the fates, I suppose.”
Three blind mice, a difference of one, so-- “I know you by four names.”
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Karl steps forward, eyes wide and bright with energy. He’s realised something. “I know who you are. All your names.”
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“Oh believe me,” Karl’s voice drops and Sapnap has to fight the shiver that comes with it like a pavlovian response, “I’ll have my prize. Right where I want it.”“Oooh, but you haven’t won it yet. You’re only on round three. If you stop now, I won’t come without a fight.” Leaning forward, hands braced on his hips, his costume slips down around his neck and gives Sapnap a glimpse of thin raised scars, cut in patterns he’s burned into his eyes.
“You,” Sapnap breathes, the world spinning into place as Karl grins at him, confirming everything. Holy shit, are they in for a night tonight.
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“I thought I made it obvious,” Mary, Schlatt’s victim, Roulette, *Quackity* laughs as he adds another bullet into the chamber. “Russian roulette is an odd choice, don’t you think? Round four, by the way.”“Fucking--” Siren spits, face contorting enough to be visible even under the mask. “Roulette.”
“Yes, that’s the game.” He tilts his head. “A death wish, one would say.”
Siren grits his teeth. “Bastard. You were working for Schlatt this whole time--”
Click. “Rich men beat their dogs, we’ve established this. Can you call a dog an employee? He never gave me shoes.”
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“You know, I didn’t think I could tell you. But what do you know? He’s in Eret’s garden. One of the bigger planters, can’t remember which.”Sapnap sees red. “That fucker did it? The filthy bitch who thought they could touch you?!”
“No.” Quackity cuts him off. “I killed him. Eret can’t make poison for shit, but I still bought off them so apparently, my debt gathered interest.”
“When? How long ago was this?” Karl paces, watching the Syndicate pathetically crawl out the door they came through, trailing blood. They can deal with them later, their focus is entirely on the man before them.
“I haven’t really been counting, but I would guess just past seven months.”
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“If you want me,” He repeats, whispering through the voice changer, “You’ll have to catch me.”
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“Compartmentalisation, specifically of information. I can lock it from myself so I can only view it if certain conditions are met. Useless in a fight, brilliant in interrogations.” -
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EDIT: why is this goof one of my most popular fics akjsdhlak. y'all really have a sweet tooth huh?
“That son of a bitch is gonna PAY. I’m gonna watch the life fade outta his dumb lookin… soft beautiful iridescent eyes.”
“Yeah! What makes him think he’s so tough? Those colors ain’t natural. (But god are they gorgeous on him) Bet that stupid outfit’s hiding some weak scrawny… warm… tender arms I’d love to be held in…”
"Do you guys wanna talk about something or-"
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Alternatively: Mason, Jack, and Connor have taken Karl hostage but Jack and Mason have suddenly become very bad at their jobs.Bookmarked by StormSaga
28 Jun 2026
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The Democrat Haters all stood around a table, whisky swirling in their glasses and plots forming in their eyes. They sat quietly but thunder could be heard inside their heads. That newcomer, Karl, he’d come barging into their town, interrupting their collections with some black magic fuckery and, worse, promises about taking them out. Promises he’d clearly indented to keep what with his fiery words to the townsfolk. He was stirring up trouble, the wrong kind of trouble, the kind of trouble that was trouble for them.
What’s more, there was something strange about this fella. He was certainly a newcomer… perhaps in more ways than any of them expected. They couldn’t just kill him, not right away, they wanted answers. They wanted answers and they took what they wanted, no matter what it was. If this jackass thought he could saunter on into their carefully cowardly cultivated town with his fancy colors, rilling up the citizens with his passionate words and inspiring drive, he was wrong. Dead wrong.
So, they did something about it.
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“I’m sorry,” Karl (Karl?) called.Suddenly, Jack and Mason could see him. Was he inside the spiral? Was he the spiral? He was there. He was wrong, vibrant colors replaced with solid sleek white. Even his eyes, the beautiful gradient of more colors than they’d ever seen was left a shimmering hollow blank. Still iridescent... still iridescent...
“This isn’t right. This isn’t what happens. The time must fix itself. Today and yesterday must happen… differently. Have happened. Will happenen. I- I’m glad I got to meet you, though. To really meet you. Even if I had to get tied to a chair, haha. You... you’re important... I don’t know how. You reminded me of something I’m not supposed to forget. I’m sorry. I’m sorry this story ends differently than the path we made today. I’m sorry I can’t save everyone. I hope you two know I meant every word I- I- oh, I’m already forgetting. This was incorrect so- so- so I won’t remember it at all. Take care of each other for the little time you’ve got, please. Promise me you won’t wait until the other is gone to say something!”
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The lack of light slowly filtered itself into the proper shade of closed eyes. Mason rolled over, stretching his arms with a crack. He slowly forced awake. The sun was just barely rising over the horizon. He took a deep breath, a cruel grin spreading across his face. Another perfect morning to squeeze their own little town for all it was worth. He wondered what they would hit today? First of all the saloon, obviously. Their quivering little John had been given plenty of time to restock by now.“Mason, you up?” Jack whispered from his own sleeping bag next to him. Mason stuck his thumb up. “I need to tell you something. I don’t know why I need to right now so badly but I- actually, I do know why. I uh… I had a weird dream... an angel made of swirls came and told me to- he made me promise I- uh, you know what? That sounds so dumb. Just… never mind. You wanna go get our fill from John John? When Connor wakes up, that is.”
“I- yeah, first of all. Secondly, I had a similar dream. I remember lots of swirls and colors and a lot of white. Don’t remember any of the details, just that it felt real good. Felt like...” he stopped, opting to chew on the inside of his mouth rather than finish the sentence.
The two sat there quietly for a moment, listening to Connor lightly snore.
Jack held out his hand. He didn’t look over, didn’t look anywhere but the sky, his expression calculated like he was playing poker. Mason silently reached over and took it. The two could feel each other become giddy and mellow, euphoric and soft. They laid there together, wordlessly holding hands, thinking of their odd dreams. Of each other.
Of the iridescent eyes of a stranger.
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and then Jack was killed by Crops and Mason was killed by Karl... RIP boys. -
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Louis, in an offscreen conversation: Oh, we don't need to hunt in the modern era. All the blood and raw meat I get is from a special deal from the butcher. We don't have to be so barbaric as to bite people
Owen, so horny he's about to pass out: Can you hunt me for sport. I mean take me somewhere isolated where no one can hear me scream. I mean put your fangs in me. I mean.(Louis reveals he's a vampire. Owen immediately goes home to jack off about this.)
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- Part 1 of 🩸✍️'s snippets
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27 Jun 2026
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3XY's 14YOA!Universe by BrotherChomper (Experiment666)
Fandom Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
22 Jun 2026
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collection my angel!tommy highschool AU!
this series will host all works related to this AU, oneshots of side characters, stories not told in the main fic, scenarios of alternate endings. yahoo!CWs (that make it sound much more horrible than it really is):
violence, murder, horror, religious themes and imagery, any form of abuse, war. content warnings are in the fics!!CONTAINS SHIPPING!! Don't like, Don't read
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https://discord.com/channels/1444420457691353224/1445061143667413172/1456010584016552128
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Purpled: my past teachers were literal demons broTommy: maybe not literal but definitely with ill intent 💀
Purpled: yeah no shit not literal demons don’t exist buddy
Boobkisser: wrongk
Boobkisser: Demon very real have u met tommyTommy: i am NYAWT a demon tnx
Boobkisser: and also the tall man i see when i sleep i think hws a demon
Tommy: no that’s ranboo
Ranboo: uhm… Tubbo please get that checked out
Boobkisser: psaichosis 😍
Boobkisser: he tells me he is hungry
Boobkisser: he wants me to feed him the souls of the innocentDrista: im telling a trusted adult
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Tommy, an angel, starts freshman year at Essempi high, but evil spirits come to haunt the students and people are dying all over.
To solve this mystery, Tommy and his friends investigate the strange things happening in the school, while also dealing with their own, non-magical issues.
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feat. many other characters, some ships, and my terrible humor. and also my totally non obvious character biases. mix of chatfic and actual writing!
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SOME STUFF ABOUT THE AU:- Tommy, Tubbo, Drista, and Purpled are 14 yr old freshmen and ranboo is currently a 14 yr old sophomore cause he skipped a grade. (nerd alert!)
- i have no fucking idea how the american school system works so i hope i did well O-O
- character nicknames & professions will be mentioned in the end notes
- It's meant to be mostly crack, but there's definitely some sensitive topics that are mentioned! It's also murder mystery/horror-ish so keep that in mind TvT
- (tommy does in fact cancel out all seriousness because he's just such a silly)
- the first few chaps r relatively slow mb
- the fic has a tiktok tag (#14YOA) where i post headcanons, character sheets & boards, & other stuff.
- love u guys :Pedit: THIS FIC HAS A DISCORD , CHECK OUT CHAPTER 14 FOR THE LINK
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THE TALL MAN IS EVERYWHERE
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Rivalsduo do NOT get along, they mutually go home with bruises on the reg and Drista isn't happy about it
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https://archiveofourown.org/comments/1007338191
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THAT'S A SKINWALKER TECHNO HE IS NOT FRIEND SHAPED RUN. Why are you not running. Better question, HOW ARE YOU NOT DEAD
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Jebediah Schlatt try not to flirt with married men challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)
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https://archiveofourown.org/comments/984580056
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https://archiveofourown.org/comments/1187005071
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Tommy's wings hurt. Even when they aren't out, there's a lingering ache on his back where they should be. They're itchy, heavy, and hard to move—Tommy's never known why.Turns out, he's supposed to preen them, like a bird. And he was supposed to be taught that ages ago, by the (not quite) man who left Tommy before he was even born.
He's out of options. Humans don't know how to preen angel wings, practical experience is essential—and he doesn't know any other angels, nor anyone who could possibly have enough interactions with the divine to know that very specific bit of self-care.
Unless...
Tommy looked at Mr. Halo.
“Do you know how to preen wings?”
Mr. Halo met his gaze.
“... I do.”
OR: Bad (wifeless history teacher, possibly a wizard) preens Tommy's (best half-angel ever) wings.
OR #2: the fluff oneshot from chapter 31 of '14 year old angel gets a gun in history class'.
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Minecraft Fanfictions by MaviAydaBir, RoseGoldGlitterrr (MaviAydaBir)
Fandom Minecraft (Video Game)
25 Dec 2024
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Just my fanfics based inside the MC verse
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26 Jun 2026
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> I suggest watching Calvin's 'From The Fog S3' on YouTube to get an idea of the situation I will insert you into.
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You can feel your sanity dropping, the eerie whispers causing your mind to spiral. You thought you'd be safe in your lakeside house, yet in your lowest times, on the brink of insanity, familiar glowing white eyes, belonging to a tall muscular frame tower over little old you, huddled on your bed.