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Ash escapes the Federation laboratory, and during his escape, he meets a particular red-haired boy...
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Ash had already forgiven him. He had made it very clear that he is grateful for all Ewron had already done and his good intentions.
Still, something seemed to be taunting the assassin. Maybe it was just his unexplained urge to mess with the dark powers? He had admitted before that he liked it. He enjoyed wielding such great power as the ability to bring dead souls back to life. He was hungry for more power but in reality it was consuming him, little by little. He couldn't tell what his hunger was for anymore.
Food?
Power?
Approval?
Love?
All of that suddenly mixed together. Every resurrection comes with consequences after all. -
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Funny News Guy is obsessed with Ashswag to extreme, stalking degrees. One day, he doesn’t care to slow down and takes it too far. Ash, stuck in a trauma response, is left to fend for himself. Luckily for him, a certain red panda has other plans.
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I don’t like to be lied to, I don’t like to be tricked. I don’t like to be blackmailed, I don’t like to be stalked. I don’t like to be threatened, I don’t like to be trapped. I don’t like to be pressured, pressured, pressured, pressured, pressured, pressured, pressured, pressured!
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the place where it rained by toblossom
Fandoms: QSMP | Quackity SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
12 Apr 2026
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It never rained on the Island. So naturally, Ash felt the hair on the back of his neck stand when gray mist gathered over the Regime's land. The day couldn't go well; it was written in the clouds.
or: the fix-it fic after the miscommunication disaster.Series
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At Mercy (Of The Way Your Mouth Moves) by toblossom
Fandoms: QSMP | Quackity SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
03 Apr 2026
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“I get a kick out of killing. I… I think I'm addicted to the thrill. To the hunt. Putting a blade through someone's throat—nothing excites me more.” The words came out in a frantic rush. He looked over at Ewron. “That's similar to what you're talking about, no?”
A puff of air slipped from between Ewron's lips. He seemed winded. “It's… yeah, I think it is.”
“I haven’t done it properly in a long time. It's like a mosquito bite, though. An itch I can't scratch.”
“Okay.” Ewron stood up, stretched his limbs cat-like. “Then, shall we?”
Ewron makes for an exceptional prey.
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