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achoca's writing practice by achoca
Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Video Blogging RPF
14 May 2024
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umm welcome to me wanting to do some random drabbles and ficlets for practice, if u find this feel free to recommend duos n stuff for me to try writing about :3
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What started off as just as little prank, ended up in Elliot finding Chance incredibly hot. Since he’s pent up, might as well get it out, right?
At least the leash looks cute on Chance…
(Second chapter isn’t smut, just a little extra I wrote)
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Silence stretched. The music from the party thumped faintly through the walls, but inside, it was just the two of them. Chance shifted again, “accidentally” letting his hand brush Two Time’s thigh this time.
Two Time inhaled, slow and controlled, but the faintest crack showed in their composure. “You tempt me purposely.”
“Mm, maybe,” Chance said, his grin widening. “What’re you gonna do about it, preacher?”
Two Time finally turned to face him, eyes dark even in the low light. Their voice stayed soft but sharpened just enough to make Chance shiver. “You will regret seeking the answer to that,” they murmured.
Or, seven minutes in heaven leaves Chance and Two Time with flushed faces and tight pants.
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There is fragments of Telamon in that stupid swordsman, the way his eyes are shadowed in the right light, the curls that few had seen, an echo in his scoff like a person far mightier than he was.
1x1x1x1 wanted to ruin that homnculous, disprove any rumors that Telamon had ever once felt longing. She'd begrudgingly hung up her swords, but he didn't doubt the confrontation would still be anything else but electric.
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He leaned over and gave the bottle a spin. It twirled, knocking against someone's knee before settling...
Right between two people.
The circle leaned in, squinting.
"Wait, who is it actually pointing at?" John asked, head tilting.
"That's pretty centered." Two Time said.
It pointed straight at 1x1x1x1.
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- Part 12 of Forsaken gooning
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Their eyes dart over to Shedletsky, who’s wings rustle on instinct. He feels his face heating up from the warmth in his chest that must be embarrassment.
Chance winces, making a hissing sound. “Yeesh.”
Shedletsky crosses his arms, trying to ignore how much he’s sure his face has darkened. “Is everyone just going to tell me how bad my feathers look today?!”
or,
Shedletsky can’t preen his wings. Chance steps up to the job.
(the chickenroulette allopreening fic probably nobody else but me asked for but you’re getting it anyways)
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- Part 2 of olive’s anonymous forsaken fanfics