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“What are these flowers called?”
“Oh! Um,” Spidey paused. She didn’t exactly know much about flower names or their meanings– But even so, she was pretty sure these ones were called…
“Forget-me-nots!”
OR; Spidey and 4C make flower crowns.
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- Part 2 of Noot's Decayed and Decrepit Fics...
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Wemmbu is sick and tired of the way his life has been going so far. He's already injured and low on supplies. He is in no condition to fight. It's not like the others would listen to someone like him though. Why would they?
Takes place between "I Got Hunted By Minecraft's Smartest Player" and "2 Minecraft Pros VS 1000 Players" for Wemmbu's videos and during "Hunting a Minecraft Player Who Faked His Death" for Flamefrag's videos
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The day Wemmbu was born was the day his village collapsed into ruin.
The sky above the End, once a quiet stretch of violet dusk and drifting islands, had turned the color of bruised flesh. Smoke coiled upward in blackened ribbons, swallowing the constellations whole. The chorus of the village, once alive with low hymns and the whisper of wings cutting through air, had been replaced with screaming. Stone cracked. Towers groaned. Bridges of pale endstone splintered and fell into the void below, their descent marked only by fading echoes.
His mother held him against her chest as if her arms alone could keep the world from devouring him.
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He would survive, but his youth would be anything but peaceful. He would try to prove himself, and live a life his mother would have never wanted him to go through.
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- Part 1 of Unstable stories
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i guess that's how you cheat (because life doesn't play fair) by havetheykissedyet
Fandoms: Unstable Universe (Web Series)
17 Feb 2026
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respite trio go stargazing. wemmbu is... a tiny bit paranoid.
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Purple eyes covered by a blindfold looked slowly, head turning calm and measured like that would make it any less obvious, and he honed in on the general space he knew the other stood.
The material hung of their armour from buckles and belts was beaten and broken, netherite and diamond and tacky trims smashed together in an obvious attempt at getting anything they could to cover them. It was reminiscent; it wasn’t something Mane should be bothering stressing about.
The figure, though?
The boy, the one that stood with heavy metals on his shoulders and slouched as if seeing Mane was the worst thing that could have happened to him, was what grabbed his attention. Vibrant shades of burning purple muddied with dirt, cuts, and blood, and his hair…oh god, his hair.
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Or, Manepear loots a law outpost, and encounters a boy he hasn't seen for over a year.
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- Part 4 of Lo's UU Fics
- Part 1 of Race 🅴 - destruction duo au