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a change of heart (thanks for not blowing me up man) by AshuraPhoenix
Fandoms: Animator vs. Animation (Short Films - Becker)
03 Nov 2025
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But then, someone else runs over to them. A girl with black, flowing hair and a snazzy vested suit and red tie - with a long blue jacket worn over her back like a cape. Kind of like Dark’s, actually.
And immediately, she helps. Like it’s a base instinct, she grabs hold of the rubble from underneath with gloved hands and the combined effort between her and the other feline person - they successfully lift the piece of stone, freeing the two trapped underneath.Meanwhile, The Chosen One - scorned son of Becker, capable of bending the elements themselves to his very whim, capable of tearing holes right through the impenetrable barriers that were the Net Gates, and most definitely capable of lifting up a single chunk of rock - was floating up above like an indifferent god, doing nothing to help as if the mere concept of lending aid was above them.
The chilling thought that they were acting like Alan - acting complacent without comprehending just what the consequences of their actions - or in Chosen’s case, inaction - would be. It makes them sick to their stomach.Or, the chosen one makes a decision.
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i was a bird, she was an arrow by AshuraPhoenix
Fandoms: Battle For Dream Island (Web Series), The Power Of Two
22 Oct 2025
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Three thinks about what happened.
Not like there’s anything better to do.
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Mitsi hasn’t been feeling all that well. She takes a walk. Victim finds her, and they figure out a few things - about life, about eachother, and even themselves.
(or; a story about falling in love, and choosing your own path with the one you love.)
(As of 9/27/25, this fic has been updated with an improved ending and third act.)
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This time it’s all of them. Guest doesn’t want to think about what that might mean. So he doesn’t. He bounces his leg up and down, the pommel of his boot thudding against the hard wooden floor over and over and over again, to the tune of Chance’s coin. Plink, plink, plink. Thud, thud, thud.
Fifty seconds. Sixty—a minute. Then seventy.
And then something snaps. And then 007n7 crumples to the ground in front of them like a puppet with its strings cut, breathing hoarse, half a scream dying in his throat. And then there is blood pooling around him.
Guest very suddenly cannot breathe.
Or; Injuries do not last in the Spectre's realm outside of phantom pains and aches. Until one does, and it's possibly the worst one that could've, just shy of a life-ending one.
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- Part 1 of o' rabbit, o' hen (chari's anon works)
- Part 3 of the universe is and we are (author's picks)
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But then, he looks down, and an unforgettable silhouette of red meets his eyes. Elliot could never forget the sight of him, growing all too familiar with the demon that constantly made his life a living hell. These days–weeks, months, years?–he’s grown into something more grotesque, and he grew familiar with that, too. It was befitting of the havoc he wreaked.
He isn’t faced with a monster nor a demon. He’s faced with a child. Small, knees to his chest as he’s curled up against the bed frame, clutching his plush of a red Drakobloxxer for comfort, and even more tears welling in his eyes. Not horribly stretched out to monstrous proportions, no devilish grin melded on his face. The same as Elliot remembers him before they were all taken here.
“Oh my god,” Noob gaped at the sight of him, grabbing onto Elliot’s arm with both of their hands. Their grip is harsh, enough to cut off his circulation if they hold on too long. “Is that–?”
“Go get Builderman,” Elliot tells them. “Now.”
The Spectre gets bored and changes their game up a little bit. The unwilling participants try to grapple with how to handle the sudden shift.
[abandoned as of 9/18/2025.]
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Bookmarked by AshuraPhoenix
01 Aug 2025
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let's put the child in situations! :D this will go well
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J and Tessa were always destined to find one another. They were inseparable. In the wake of everything that came after and faced with the reality of what she's done, J has a singular goal: leaving Copper-9. She has no interest in the company of her ex-colleagues and their attempts to wedge themselves back into her life, or what passes for such a thing. An influx of strange and dangerous occurrences across the planet's worker drone colonies, and unexpected new arrivals, however, complicate her plans. What happens when the inseparable are separated?
Or; the ruins of a love story.
Bookmarked by AshuraPhoenix
12 Dec 2024
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this fic has jessa as a tag so i automatically love it but it’s also really well written :D
ghost tessa i think ? yay! -
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"No one traumatizes these weirdly hot robots but me!"
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After the explosion of Copper 9 and successfully consuming a god, Uzi, N, and V navigate confusing feelings for each other.
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screw love triangles, embrace polyamory!!! -
Bedsheets, No clothes, Touch me like nobody else does (You're kinda cute and I would say all of this but I don't wanna ruin the moment) by orphan_account for prince_of_the_stars
Fandoms: Murder Drones (Web Series)
22 Oct 2024
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What are they?
That was the on going question for both of them. We’re they friends? Do friends normally sneak off and screw eachother any and every chance they get?
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Elliott Manor Yuri for the bisexual in my phone…