7 Works by Devistatin
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Jeremy hasn't been sleeping much, not since the fire and the move into the Lofts.
Jean doesn't say much, but he knows how to watch. And he knows as Jeremy's partner, it is his job to deal with things like this.
Like getting Jeremy to finally stop and get a good nights sleep.
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Jumping off is a lot worse than jumping on, An old, sun-tanned man had hummed one night, weeks before this. "'Lot more can go wrong, you could get sucked under, break a leg, hell, break your body if you jump too soon. Take it slow and don’t be afraid to wait for it to stop."
Wanderlust is a dizzying thing, it spins you around and throws you in all kinds of directions until the angry animal inside you is sated and decides to settle. Tubbo greets it as an old friend, takes it's hand, and lets it guide him across the continental United States. He's not running away, he just...Tubbo needed a change, okay? And maybe it comes in the freight trains he rides, or the old abandoned rail towns he combs through. Or maybe it's in a skunk-haired stranger, with a crusty patched jacket and eyes that tell a story their mouth never will.
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Or, Tubbo doesn't quite have a home anymore, instead finding it in his wanderings and in the steady presence of a bum he calls 'Boo.' -
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Winter had come with a fervent vengeance in L’Manburg. The cold seeped in through windows and doors, snow piled up higher and higher until citizens could barely get out their doors and jump into the morning commute.
Wilbur always loved winter, in high contrast to Technoblade. Said brother had done nothing but complain from his mountain of blankets for weeks, much preferring the sweltering summer heat to the slowed-down winter.
Like now, he would have loved to run out and join them, let the flakes melt on his tongue, and build a fort bigger than the house. But he couldn’t do that today, not when his nerves were frayed and his hands could barely stay still.
Because today was Adoption Day.
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Another SBI adoption au but it looks into the systems of adoption and the feelings of it, written by someone with a bit of knowledge about the process. Anyways happy holidays everyone!
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- Part 1 of A World of Fanfic Tropes
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“I-I,” the Ender fumbled out. “Um! Uh, I-I’m, mm, can I ge…get apepperminttulip!” Tubbo blinked, having absolutely no idea what they had just said but tried to process it anyways.
He quickly gave up. “Oh, uhm, could you maybe repeat that?”
“Uh..” They grunted, face turning a brilliant shade of green and red. “I-I-I don’t, um, d-don’t, I-I would…would like a P-Pepper, Peppermint, um, Tulip? A-A med…medium? No, wait, um, a grande! Yeah, yeah, um, yeah that. For here.”
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Tubbo's worked at the Pink Tulip for years now, and never once had he met anyone like Ranboo. Maybe it's a good thing, making friends, or maybe he's making a mistake in letting it turn into something more.Series
- Part 2 of A World of Fanfic Tropes
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This piece of fiction is inspired by the Artist WolfytheWitch and takes place after the events of November 16th on the DSMP
This story includes mentions of death, murder, violence, war, graphic amputation, gore, suicide, suicidal ideation, and grief.
This is not a kind story, do not mistake this for anything but. Please read with caution and stop if you need to, do not push yourself further than you can tread.
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At the end of the fanfiction, De Terra by Hellenite, Tubbo is stolen from Ranboo who must stand up to his family. The ones who hurt him, scarred over any soft spots, and left him standing hollow and alone. After that, he had to free Tubbo, didn't he? So, I found myself wondering what exactly would happen if we saw that scene in the story. And thus, I present to you Horizon's Landing, a fanfiction of a fanfiction.
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I wanted to write my idea of what happened after EH!Ranboo left his family behind and went to get Tubbo from the prison.
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Wyoming was certainly a place Ranboo definitely did not expect to find himself in, that's for sure. He thinks he remembers driving through Yellowstone as a kid, watching the steam billow out of sulphuric geysers with wide eyes and a giddy grin. Thinks he remembers sitting in the sticky hot heat of summer, watching a herd of buffalo move slowly across the road.
But that was the problem, wasn’t it? He didn’t actually know if he had seen the sulfur springs or the wild buffalo. Maybe the memories of a geyser exploding upwards in a sulfur mist, a bear galloping alongside an old beat-up Toyota, how easily could he have seen those on TV and not in the real world.
Because there was always uncertainty when it came to the past. Had he really lived it or had mistaken it for something else while lost in the fog that was supposed to be his brain.
He supposes there's a reason he can't remember.OR
Firewatch meets Beeduo, but with a couple twists