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can i get a name for that order? by Previous_Step
Fandoms: Unstable Universe (Web Series)
19 May 2026
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In Unstable City, there's a lot of things that exist. Hybrids of all kinds, from dogs, to demons, to blazes. It's not unique, that's for sure, as the cities surrounding it, like Lifesteal City or Strength City, have their own quirks, and their own different hybrids of creatures and humans.
One thing Unstable City has that other cities do not, however, is an angel. Angels were hunted and killed down until near extinction for their abilities, which were said that one could receive if they ate an angel's heart.
It had been centuries since anyone's seen an angel, so that myth was yet to be proven.
Eggchan is an angel.
He works at a coffee shop. He does all the shifts, every last one, since the other employees all either ran off to be heroes, or died in the crossfire of the battles. Doesn't matter to Egg though. As long as he gets paid.
Staying safe isn't too hard.
Until heroes, vigilantes and villains alike decide that the coffee shop Egg works at is a great place to get coffee.
aka
I wanted to hop on the coffee shop/superpower stuff au since I love reading it so much. Hope I did it justice
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- Part 1 of The Deuteragonists of UU
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27 May 2026
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Wifies moved before the courage could leave him. Later, he would remember it in pieces because the mind is merciful only when the mercy is useless. The flash of Parrot’s wings spreading too wide for the room, desperate and magnificent. The crack of his shoulder against stone. The redstone blinking like startled eyes. Wifies catching him, forcing him down, whispering apologies that mean nothing because his hands kept moving. Parrot fought until first break, and after that, there was no fight in him, only sound, sharp and terrible and human enough that Wifies nearly stopped. Nearly. That word would rot inside him for the rest of his life. He told himself it had to be complete or it would be worse. He told himself a half-broken wing was only pain without purpose. He told himself healers could set the bones badly enough that flight would become impossible, but walking, living, staying would remain. He told himself many things. None of them changes the fact that Parrot was on the floor of Paragon, shaking beneath him, feathers scattered across the black stone like pieces of ruined banner, while Wifies did the unforgivable with careful hands.
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17 May 2026