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    Grian hesitated, wings fluttering a bit against his back. “Would you be willing to preen my wings?” Xisuma blinked at him, surprised. He knew a passing bit about avian culture -he actually made sure to have some basic knowledge about all the hybrids on his server- and wing care was deeply personal. Avians often had close family, friends or flock help care for their wings but he’d never been invited to do so himself. He was pretty sure Mumbo had but wasn’t certain about any of the other Hermits.

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    just soft preening times with Grian and Xisuma

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    17 Jul 2026

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    The man hovering over him leaned back, releasing Grian completely. Cold night air rushed in to fill the void.

    “I guess it’s out in the open now,” the stranger hummed. “Shame. I wanted to avoid this.”

    With the additional glow occupying the space between them, Grian was finally able to catch features that were lost in the prior darkness. His curiosity outweighed all else, and he drank them in greedily. As soon as he saw who sat across from him, alarms blared in his mind.

    This man wasn’t a civilian, wasn’t even a hero.

    “Hello, Doctor,” the villain mused. “You were quite the help today.”

    - or -

    Grian is a vet. After a chance encounter in the dead of night, during which he accidentally saves a villain from the brink of death, he suddenly finds himself entangled in a world beyond anything he could've ever imagined.

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    17 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 59

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    Grian keeps his pickaxe in hand. With his other, he materializes his shield. It wraps his wrist in a shower of sparks. "Listen, listen-"

    Joel draws his iron axe. He starts to pace, testing his wings with small flaps in and out. Grian glances around again. Should I drop down? He doesn't have a water bucket. Teleporting should work. He's only used it twice, and since he's no longer glittering, that probably means he's charged enough to use the jump again, yeah?

    Welcome to Dog’s Life, where this game’s twist is stealing the traits of the mobs you kill. Stranded in the jungle with rival players beefed up by hostile mob traits, the way forward is clear… Survive, steal, betray, and watch out for unhinged Red Names.

    AKA - A dramedy about hybrids in a digital world (both in their Life game and their server hub). If you like to watch pixelated menaces yeet each other off cliffs [Scar], weaponize salmon [Tango], fight PTSD [Scott], get Minecraft surgery [Joel], make super nice friends [Jimmy], stress over an AFK life partner [Grian], or reunite with two half-exes [SnifferMyFeet], this could be the 'fic for you!

    💜 - 💚💛❤️

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    31 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 4

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    “This inn has it’s qualities making it worth such a price..”
    He took another large step closer
    They are now no more then a meter apart.

    Grian swallowed the lump in his throat as his stomach fluttered and his legs fell weak under the man’s friendly gaze.

    “A sixty pound price? What could that possibly be?”

    “Y’know.. it’s pretty ”
    The man’s eyes brushed over Grian examining his body with that same welcoming smile on his face. Before taking a final step closer his cane and shoes clinking the ground.
    Before he knew it Grian could feel his breath and he had to tilt his head up to look at him. There was a mere foot of length between them, their shoes touching and their chests not far apart, shirts brushing the other’s as they took in a breath. Grian starred wide eyes as heat crawled across his face his breath hitching and knees flattering under the weight of the other man’s line of sight resting solely on him.

    “Show me upstairs?”

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    Grian is a barkeep and scar is a "salior"[cough cough] siren that happens to keep visting Grian's bar for no reason what so ever

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    30 May 2026

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    It had been years since Telamon had fallen by 1x1x1x1’s own blades, days of non-stop battle only to end with a Daemonshank through the admins chest.

    1x1x1x1 had expected to feel relief, satisfaction, a sweet sort of hatred at seeing the god take his final breaths right in front of him, yet nothing could have prepared him to feel nothing. Telamon's death didn’t bring him the peace he so desperately had craved, it brought him nothing.

    After that, since 1x1x1x1 was technically Telamon's next of kin, he took over Telamon’s role as ruler of The Heights and his title as an admin. There was no celebration, quite the opposite actually.

    Robloxians shook in terror, admins stared at him in a mix of horror and disgust, not even 1x1x1x1 felt happy about that arrangement. Becoming exactly what Telamon was revolted him, yet he accepted the role for reasons even he did not know.

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    After Telamon's death, 1x1x1x1 took over all his responsibilities, becoming ruler of The Heights and an admin. He has not been well received by Roblox HQ, but he could not care less. At least Telamon is gone. Right?

    silly little AU that would NOT leave my head so I had to write it down

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    26 May 2026