Scott left 101 days ago, leaving Jimmy alone in a world of monochrome and dust. With his heart broken into too many pieces to fix by himself, Jimmy is doomed to a life of decay and nostalgia and hurt. And then Scott comes back. --- Installation 1 of The Foxlore Collection This fic can be read on its own.
The door to the room opened. I stopped, and peered at My King with all of the hope I had left. He shook his head, looking devastated. "Martyn, we're going to war." - A 3rd life oneshot and songfic set in a medieval AU that was cooked up in less than a week. Inspired by the song "The Garden" by The Crane Wives. Yes, I...
A Double Life oneshot where Pearl is absolutely not okay. Installation 3 of The Foxlore Collection. This fic can be read on its own.
Grian wasn't supposed to still be in the game. It had ended. It was over. He was sick of the dry heat during the day and the numbing cold at night. He wanted to go home. They wouldn't let him go home. Grian presumed it was a punishment. He'd thought that the game would be enough for Them to finally leave him alone, b...
Etho is a survivor. It's something we all know. He lives for himself and no one else. I thought I could prove it wrong. I thought he loved me and he'd do anything for me. I thought he could make a exception from his survivability rules for me. It turns out he couldn't, and now here I am, pretending I don't care that h...
Ever since Last Life, Bdubs had seemed to be avoiding Etho. Before the game, they'd tried to hang out weekly, but now they'd barely spoken, let alone hung out. It hurt a lot, more than Etho ever thought heartbreak (or whatever this was) would, so he'd hid out in the wilderness of the Hermitcraft server for a while. Wh...
There are tales of sailors entering the Mangrove Isles and never coming out. There are tales of tentacles and monsters and wide, gaping mouths. Tales is all they are, though, right? --- Or, a tale of doom, told in the form of captain's logs. Installation 7 of The Foxlore Collection. This fic can be read on its own.
Lizzie was the first to fall. She should not have done that. --- In which Lizzie floats in the void and talks to a being with too many eyes. Play again? --- Installation 8 of The Foxlore Collection This fic can be read on its own.
The story of a relationship, from beginning to end (and a little beyond). --- The day Grian came back home, one associate degree richer, it was raining. It was also raining a few weeks later on the day that Grian and Scar moved into their new apartment in the big city an hour away. Both days were tearful and celebrat...