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Ashswag puts his hair into a ponytail. Ewron can't stop thinking about it.
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13 Jul 2026
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"Baba! Who's this!" She asks, trying to reach Ewron with her little arm, like he's a plushie that caught her eye. Ewron giggles and, with his free hand, he high fives her gently— with the tip of his fingers, because her hand is so small.
He puts on his best baby voice, the one he uses with his pets, or anytime he's excited, really. "Hi, I'm the kurwa doorman for the building I'm— I help carry bags. Yeah, that's my job, can you believe it?"
She seems to believe his every word, and even the older girl who's glued to Ash's side visibly relaxes. If not for their father shaking his head. "He's lying, don't pay him attention."
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Ewron has a new neighbor, who happens to be a hot single dad. And he isn't over playing babysitter to get what he wants.
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- Part 3 of Liv's QSMP fics
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13 Jul 2026
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The first few days of Lifesteal are always the most treacherous. Day one teams don't always mean that much, but when you've preplanned it, there's always a dream of staying together to the end.
Things change fast under pressure, there's no quicker place for love to bloom than in times of strife.Bookmarked by guttedDarling
12 Jul 2026
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The Purple Devil by Iaintgettingoverit
Fandoms: QSMP | Quackity SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
10 Jul 2026
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"Demon? Who? Me?"
In the Bohemian District, there lived a man they called the Purple Devil, a creature spoken of as something less than human, so depraved and corrupting that stories of him had traveled far beyond the city's underbelly and into the halls of the Church itself, eventually reaching the ears of Saint Ewron, a man so desperate for a miracle that he still questioned whether he deserved to be called a saint at all.
I'm obsessed with this Brazilian soap opera called “Hilda Furacão” and I couldn't stop thinking about an Ashwron version so here it is.
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10 Jul 2026
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“Wings.” Ewron exhales softly, expression going slack.
Two crescent moons (more crater than lunar dust). Stunted. Weighted down by neglect. Ewron can’t tell which bird they’re corresponding to, but the murky black pinions sit huddled between Ash’s shoulderblades like a narrow valley.
“Wings,” Ash says it through his teeth, as though admitting to a nasty, untreated wound. But they’re incredible—like a siren or an angel—Ewron can’t decide, not when his hands are already searching for a bucket. “I could never reach them. They’re kind of. A mess, now.”
An exchange.
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06 Jul 2026