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Blood stained roses by Anonymous
Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Color Crew (Video Blogging RPF)
06 Jun 2026
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His face is directly in front of Feinberg's now. The tips of his pink dyed hair are only centimeters away from the flower being held. Warm grey eyes try to meet cool blue ones. After a moment of intense staring on Baablu's part, Feinberg finally drags his attention from the twirling rose to the upside down face blocking his view. Baablu grins in response, happy to get the attention of the man he's been looking for for the better part of the afternoon. Just as Baablu is about to open his mouth to ask what Feinberg has been up to, the man in question speaks first.
“Would you be sad if I died?”
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A rooftop, a sunset, and a kiss goodbye
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- Part 2 of mo's works
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27 Aug 2026
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Eggchan was one you would expect as a Straight A student. He's smart, calm, handsome, even. He's what you'd call.. Perfect.
Of course, that's not really what he is. Behind the cover is a suffering boy with only a few friends to talk to.Wemmbu was his closest friend. Both would goof around, showing their most vulnerable side to each other.. and, just, being the closest best friends in general!
That's what Wemmbu thought. Eggchan still keeps secrets. What are they?
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- Part 1 of Unstable SMP / Universe Fics
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“Where are you going, Mob?” That familiar voice lacked its usual chipper tone.
Mob didn’t reply- partly because of spite, and partly because he didn’t trust himself to speak without his voice breaking. He continued to the door and stepped into his boots.
“Mob.”
Mob’s hand found the doorknob and twisted it. It didn’t budge. His brows furrowed, and his shoulders slowly slumped forward until his forehead pressed against the wood.
“Verity, open the door.” Just like he thought, his voice came out quiet, unstable with emotion. There was a pause. Verity’s smile never changed.
“It’s nighttime. There may be monsters nearby.”
Mob scoffed. “I know it’s night, Verity, just- open the damn door.” His fingers tightened around the knob, wiggling it impatiently.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Verity spoke slowly.
“Well, I appreciate the input,” Mob replied, still witty even when distressed. “Open it.”