KiwiBirb1
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Hellfire Duo bc I’m obsessed with them by A_Random_Entity
Fandom Bannerfall SMP, Cowboy SMP, Vampires SMP
13 Apr 2026
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Bookmarked by KiwiBirb1
31 Mar 2026
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The bass started in Beca’s chest before she even stepped inside. It thumped through the metal door, through the concrete walls, through the soles of her boots. A steady, relentless beat that made the sidewalk vibrate faintly beneath her feet.
Beca Mitchell stared at the glowing pink sign above the entrance and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Tell me again why we’re here,” she said.
Next to her, Jesse grinned like he’d been waiting all week for this moment.
“Because,” he said, pushing the door open, “you’ve been living in that studio like a raccoon and I refuse to watch it happen.”
Beca sighed. It had been a brutal week. Four days of mixing vocals for an artist who insisted on recording every line twenty times, three all-nighters tweaking bass levels, and a deadline that felt like it was breathing down her neck.
She was exhausted. But she was not in the mood for…whatever this was.
Bookmarked by KiwiBirb1
15 Mar 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
the writing in this is geniunely so amazing it really makes you feel like you're there
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it's cold where i am, and so lonely by barefootdaisy24
Fandoms: Haunted Winter SMP, 100 Days Multiverse
08 Jan 2026
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She stares up at the skeleton of a house. A bone fence trapping a garden of rot, mold crawling up the femurs and tibias stabbed into the ground like a sword into stone. Windows cut through the walls like hollow sockets.
A corpse in the shape of what could’ve been a home. Shadows drifting round the windows, a house that is not a house.
There is nothing here for her. Nothing at all.
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how i think hw!apokuna drowned :D
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Cherri blinked. “…What is that?”
“A potion,” the old woman said lightly.
“I assumed,” Cherri replied. “What kind?”
The woman tilted her head. “A love potion.”
Cherri’s expression tightened with polite disbelief. “You’re selling… love potions… in the middle of the market.”
“Not selling,” the woman corrected. “Offering.”
Cherri hesitated. “To me?”
“You looked like someone who might need it,” the old woman said.Bookmarked by KiwiBirb1
21 Feb 2026
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the heart knows nothing of your love or of your loss by barefootdaisy24
Fandoms: Vampires SMP
14 Feb 2026
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the dead are only dead so long as they’re forgotten. and so the living are only alive if there’s someone who still knows their name.
There is only one thought in Apo’s mind as she makes her way through the forest. I need to go home.