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wouldn't you like a taste (of the power) by teakettle72
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series
25 Nov 2025
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He wanted to run. He wanted to die. He wanted to save his crew. He never wanted to return to this blood-soaked island, and he wanted to raze it to ashes. He wanted so much, but when he heard the jingle of bells and the barest hints of a flute through the leaves, all he could do was gasp.
“Well, I must say, that was quite the sight you just saw, wasn’t it?”
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the purple sun (and its comet) by teakettle72
Fandoms: Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series
11 Nov 2025
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The silver highlights that showed the gaps of the perfect pink leaves were blocked, Joel noticed, by a presence over top of them, a red glow tinged with a stronger but muted magic that exposed his predator and prey.
Grian stood, watching from above.
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Legundo dies. He finds himself unsurprised by this. But he awakens not to an afterlife or to nothing, but to a town two hundred years ago. One with a kindly mayor and a sick lumberjack.
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16 Feb 2026
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Mumbo had always been the sort of man who appeared halfway translucent in lamplight, tall and thin as a page marker, his face drained of color except for the stark ink-black slash of his mustache and the anxious flutter of his eyes. He worked too late, slept too little, and lived in a house so small that “roommate” felt like a generous word for the arrangement. The creaking wooden cottage was barely large enough for one person, let alone two grown men pressed together like forgotten books on a narrow shelf. Every night, after Mumbo finished hammering away at article drafts in their living room, he would slip into the single bed he and Grian shared, more out of necessity than intention, and Grian would roll close, warm chest against cold back, a quiet presence clinging to him like smoke.
They were friends. At least, that was the name Mumbo had given to whatever strange gravity held them together.
This work is a gift to my lovely friend @ahllohehn on Tumblr. The AU Scarlet Quill belongs to him as well.
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16 Feb 2026
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The humans were rebuilding again, or maybe destroying something new, Owen didn’t know, didn’t care. What mattered was that he couldn’t find Legs anywhere. His favorite human. No, not his human. The doctor. He wasn’t supposed to think of him that way.
Still, he missed the steady sound of his voice, the rustle of papers, the scent of pine and herbs clinging to his clothes. He’d gotten used to it without realizing.
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What would happen if Owen, in his bat form, fell asleep on a certain doctor's head?
I have been inspired by lovely @gh0stlyscooter's art (on Tumblr) of Owen as a bat sleeping on Legs's head and wrote something something off of it.
Do check his other works as well, his style is just chef's kiss!Bookmarked by teakettle72
16 Feb 2026
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“Are you telling me you enjoy when I feed from you?”
“I…seem to have developed a taste for it, yes.”
Owen barks out a laugh. “Your survival instincts are terrible, doctor.”
“I have been trying to set this feeling aside,” Legs confesses. “It’s unhelpful, but persistent. I didn’t realize you’d be able to pick up on it.”
Owen can’t help himself. He stands directly over Legs, undoing the top two buttons of his shirt and pulling the collar aside. Usually he affords the doctor the courtesy of doing so himself, but this time he wants to test a theory. Sure enough, Legs’ pulse spikes. “If I fed from you right now, would you enjoy it?”
He says, voice just slightly strained, “I think you know the answer.”
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15 Feb 2026
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Legs runs to his lab, spiraling after being turned by Owen. Abolish follows him and tries to help him cope.
Based off the idea that Owen managed to turn Legundo in that confrontation in episode 6 instead of just killing him.
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15 Feb 2026