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Abolish knew he was done for the second Legs landed the first blow on him. The silver chain hit his arm and his hands were trembling, legs nearly giving out from him as he stumbled back. He tightened his grip on the sword he was holding but Christ did the sting of pain from the silver make his head spin.
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for day 18 of nonconvember: whips. not super noncon-y sowwy but its definitely a lot more intense violence than what i usually write
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- Part 18 of vsmp nonconvember
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Avid's having a terrible morning.
Apparently, the demon left some pretty interesting side-effects.
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or, a trans avid fireshot fic
title from Be Gone, by Rival and CRVNSeries
- Part 5 of to keep the pulse alive in you
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Avid giggles, pressing Scott against the soft sheets of their bed. Their bed! His tail swishes in the air behind him. Their bed in their condo.
"Someone's excited," Scott practically purrs, a hand coming up to cup Avid's cheek. The one warped and covered in black scales. The one that marks him as something not quite a vampire.
The sort-of-demon's face heats, but he leans into his partner's hand all the same. "No..." He giggles again, grinding his hips into Scott's and wagging his tail when the vampire bites off a swear.
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- Part 1 of Flame's Explicit Fics
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Legs placed a hand on his shoulder, and he turned around, crossing his arms. The doctor's expression was unreadable as he said, "Abolish, you're not going out again. This is the fifth night in a row, you need to rest instead of putting yourself in more danger."
"Legs, really, I'll be fine."
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for day 21 of nonconvember, mindbreak ^_^
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- Part 21 of vsmp nonconvember
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need a place to call home (you smell just like it) by scribblingdragon for sconesalot
Fandoms: Vampires SMP
17 Dec 2025
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"What is that."
"Um." He blinks once, twice and looks away before the third one. Unable to stand how Scott watches him, unblinking in his intensity. "A nest?" Scott's irritation doesn't wane with his answer, if anything — if possible — it only grows stronger. "My nest?" He tries instead.
He looks back into the corner he had claimed as his, a good few feet from his bed and tucked cosily into the corner, safe. The bed he had been gifted, in all its bare-mattressed glory, sat squarely in the centre of the room, exposed on all sides. His nest had walls all around, nestled comfortably where they converged, right in the junction so he can push himself back into the wall and feel secure. Surrounded on all sides and eyes on the door, comforted, even if it's nothing but cold, unfeeling brick.
"That," Scott spits, no small amount of venom in his voice, "is not a nest."