V1x3n_L
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I got inspired to write after seeing Yuqsdug’s free work skin but I have bad commitment issues when writing so this’ll be a multi oneshot fic between me and my friend. I’ll add some of my Block Tales art occasionally too.
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Taph’s the best demolitionist Robloxia has; silent, efficient, and dangerously good at blowing things up. After one too many accidents, he’s stuck with a supervisor: Dusekkar, a pumpkin-headed admin who speaks in rhymes and sees more than he lets on. As old games vanish and glitches spread, both realize something forgotten is waking in the code.
John Doe is real. And March 18 is coming.
(NOT CLICKBAIT)(GONE WRONG)(JOHN TOES)
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22 Nov 2025
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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?
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silly little AU that would NOT leave my head so I had to write it down
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18 Nov 2025
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Yes, Elliot was the youngest, but he was still an adult. More than capable of looking after himself, and the others if need be. So it was really annoying when he was treated like a fragile piece of glass. Ready to shatter into a million pieces if he was so much as poked a little too hard.
Then a new survivor shows up. Small and scared and stealing Elliot’s role as the youngest in the group.
Suddenly, he understood why everyone else acted so protective all the time.
(Aka: The Forsaken survivors being a family, and Elliot being a big brother to Noob.)
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17 Nov 2025
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Shedletsky could feel his wings flaring up, desperate, an aching need planting itself on his chest. A deep want, a need he needed to fulfill now. His hands moved on their own, his feet keeping up with the rhythm, until he reaches his cabin.
Is it that time of the year? Specifically the time when birds start nesting, he is a hybrid after all, his kind tends to do these more later into the season though, so it's weird. Not like they have a way of knowing what time of the year is around here anyways, but he would estimate it to be too early. Has it really been that long?
Or Shed starts nesting, so he robs the other survivors belongings to complete his nest because they are his flock, they later find out and fluff ensues.
Or or, author doesn't know how to write shedletsky, and has made this fic to get used to writing that name (i swear i keep writing sheddlestky bruh)
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12 Nov 2025
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“You’re weak” A familiar, deep, glitchy voice spoke from above him.
He was faintly aware of footsteps approaching. “Just from one hit you’re on your knees.” 1x1x1x1x mocked, dragging his swords on the floor as he crept closer. “Whatever happened to your fighting spirit, oh great Telamon?” They tilted their head upwards to stare down at the weak form squirming.
“I...” He wheezed out, squinting up at the killer through quick blinks. His vision was swimming, barely able to make out the killer’s form and if they were standing still or creeping closer. “I’m bored” He chuckled (though it sounded like a sob) as blood trickled down his lips. “What’s the point, right?” His eyes were able to stay open long enough to see 1x1x1x1x tilt their head and take the remark into consideration.
Shedletsky had grew quite bored of the perpetuity of his life. What better way to break out of the repetition then to seek the help of 1x1x1x1x, who seemed to feel the same way?
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Shedletsky somehow ends up braiding 1x1x1x1x's hair
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08 Nov 2025