CaptainPuffy/SMP

Don’t mine the random Eevee

Niki (suggested by @MaxMayfieldBlindEditon ), Puffy, & Ponk.

Niki (and Puffy): Niki’s chat is a diary, and it’s kind of like Tom Riddle’s diary except it doesn’t take you back to the past 😃. Niki & Puffy’s chats are also corresponding, meaning they can talk to eachother through their chat.

Ponk: ✨as we all know /j✨ Ponk’s chat are lemons with little arms and legs. I personally think that they also have little screens on them to convey emotion & messages. He also likes to make them tiny little hats because I want a tiny little hat <3

Walking in, Callahan looked over the members of the Rebellion. JSchlatt. Niki. Philza. Sam. Puffy. Eret. Fundy. Jack. Punz. and so many more. Every single one of them, united to take down a tyrant. Every single one of them, meeting their end in time. Jack was the first to acknowledge Callahan had entered.

"Hey! Cal's here!" "At last!" "Where do you keep vanishing to?" Callahan grinned from under his mask. They have no idea...

The group began to talk, discussing the Revive Book. "Who should we revive?"

"Tommy, maybe." "Yea, Tommy." "Didn't we talk about this last time?" "Schlatt's right, we talked about this last Sunday, we agreed to revive Tommy."

Now. Callahan carefully reached into the pocket of his cape, pulling out a vial of chlorine trifluoride. The group continued bickering, so nobody noticed Callahan releasing it into the air. pulling out a match, he light it, and activated a quick teleport spell. Immediately the gas ignited, burning through everything. Chlorine trifluoride is the most flammable thing in the world, after all. He arrived in the ruins of L'manburg, and set off for the Royal Castle.

I’ve been writing several fanfics recently, was going to post them, then proceeded to remember they were about my Empires SMP OC- so yeah 🥲 anyway, I’m back and found a really cute thing o wanted to share by @.._gaby. on A TikTok compilation (or at least they were the person who shared it)

Wassuppppppppp im new here but heres something ive been sitting on for a while! enjoy!

Pings: @Axolotey

All her life Niki had spent her time watching how other people moved and talked, she had decided to be kind and gentle when she saw how others were treated. But when you are kind and gentle you are going to get hurt. No matter who you’re kind too, or who you love, or what you look like, Kindness only ever brought suffering. And Niki had suffered enough, she was sick of being nice. Questions like this made her wish for fire, a greedy flame that ate everything in its path. Leaving only ash behind. Let it burn she thought. Let it all burn

Or

Niki is angsty while everyone mourns Ranboo

Or

Beeduo family but replace Ranboo with angsty/soft Niki

Chapter 1: the beginning

The world was a chess match. Niki had heard the metaphor a hundred times; it was right up there with the one about violence. Along with something about language? She didn’t know, and frankly she didn’t want to remember the metaphor. Niki was never one for pretty words or nicely strung together sentences, she was kind and everything, but it was always hard to put into words how she felt. Maybe if she could be less kind (or learn how to talk) she wouldn’t be stepped on more. Like a doormat but no one bothers to read the nice message.

Niki sighed and walked over to the table, she ran her finger across the smooth and cold feeling of the table and sat down in her chair. She loved the feeling of being in The Syndicate, like she could actually do something more than being the sidekick. Well, she was never quite a sidekick. That was Tubbo’s job. She picked up one of the old photos that sat in her corner of the room. It was her and Fundy holding a painted sign in front of her bakery. “COCUNUT 2020! <3” was painted in bold letters. She was smiling so wide and just looked so happy to be there. At the time she was. Now she felt strong, yet she never really belonged anywhere. But when she was with Techno, Phil, and Ranboo. She could feel that sense of home. The other 3 all had their share of trauma. She didn’t know what Technoblade, and Phil had seen, but they had a deeper connection between them then the other 2 would ever have.

But Niki still tried her hardest to know Ranboo, and slowly but surely, they became close friends, with a trust that Ranboo didn’t even share with Tubbo.

Ranboo had once said “I-I don’t want to worry him with the memory issues or black outs” Ranboo had smiled as they drank tea and ate biscuits. A very British thing for two people who were anything but.

“I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to” Niki had set her tea down, “But when this harms you. I will go to Tubbo”

Ranboo had nodded and they sat in comfortable silence for a bit before settling back into a conversation.

Now, Niki ran her hand along the cool surface of Ranboo’s old chair. Some crimes couldn’t be forgiven, no matter how well she knew Sam. She missed Ranboo badly, Niki just wanted to have tea with him one more time, to be able to say goodbye. But she couldn’t, because Ranboo had been one of her greatest friends, and now because of Sam -and dream- he was gone. That was all the story she knew. She had heard it secondhand from Philza who wasn’t at the scene of the crime.

There was a slam and Niki heard 2 voices engaged in deep conversation about a certain zombie that had stolen something of Phil’s. Niki walked swiftly over to the 2 men and gave them each a nod.

“Technoblade, Phil” Niki knew this was going to be a rough meeting considering the looks on their faces.

Niki noticed there was someone behind them, a boy with scars that covered half his face, Niki took a step back as Tubbo gave her a shaky smile.

Tubbo was dressed in a black suit and his hair was neatly combed to the side, it reminded Niki of when Tubbo was president. But those days were long gone.

“H-Hey, Niki”

Niki flinched and grabbed Phil’s arm, she dragged him to a corner of the room.

“Since when do we let the ex-president in the syndicate?” Niki questioned as she tugged at the ends of her old coat.

“Calm down mate. He’s not joining, and Techno made him take a blindness potion on the way down here.” Phil sighed and laid a hand on Niki’s shoulder. “You’re both grieving, so try and treat him with kindness” Like you used too, the unspoken words fell between them.

“I’ll try,” Niki shoved past him and sat back down in her seat. Technoblade sat across from her, though his seat was at the head of the table, he just plopped down in Phil’s chair.

Technoblade had his long pink hair in a ponytail, which was unusual. He was also dressed in black, that wasn’t as unusual considering that’s what it said on the notice. Niki had a feeling about what was going to happen at the meeting.

“What are you doing Techno?” Niki asked adjusting her black pantsuit coat again.

“I’m sitting down,” Techno said in his usual monotone voice.

“I realize that, but what are you doing in Phil’s chair, talking to me?” Niki tried again,

“Let’s just get to the point of the meeting already, we already know Ranboo is a ghost now or whatever you want to call him” Phil said interrupting Techno as he was about to respond.

“We all know what happened to Ranboo a couple of weeks ago. And what happened with Tubbo and the ghost that now claims his name.” Niki sent Techno a look as Phil spoke the words. Technoblade just shook his head as Tubbo’s shoulders slumped.

“We know that there’s a very good chance that ghostboo is being controlled by Dream from what we saw in the memory book.” Techno inquired after pulling the old torn journal from his cape. He tossed it to Niki, and she caught it in midair.

“It’s translated for the most part.” Tubbo explained, and Niki gave him a glance. As if she forgotten he was here when he was the main occupant of her anxiety.

Niki tucked into her own pocket and sighed.

“So, this is a funeral?” She asked,

Phil shot her a sharp look and hissed a “Niki- “

“What do you want me to say, Phil? Memorial service?” Technoblade huffed out a laugh at that.

“She’s got a point, Phil”

“Fine but let’s get to the point. We need to get moving” Phil walked over to a chest and grabbed a gray potion.

“You ready Tubbo?” He asked, the boy nodded though his skin turned even whiter against the black outfit he had on. Niki’s old self shone through as Phil splashed the potion onto him.

Niki inched closer and grabbed his wrist, Tubbo jumped,

“It’s just me” Niki said. Tubbo noticeably relaxed and held onto her wrist like it was a lifeline. Phil and Techno took the lead. The tunnel was dark and windy. It seemed as if every sound would spook Tubbo.

“Niki,”

“Hmm?”

“What ever happened to your fox? Squeaks?”

Niki sighed, truthfully. She didn’t really know where squeaks ended up. The old Niki part of her hoped he was safe. The new Niki didn’t care.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you hate me, Niki?”

Niki stayed silent for a moment letting the quiet fill the air as the tunnel grew darker and more stifling by the second. How was she supposed to answer such a question? She didn’t hate Tubbo, but she felt betrayed by him. Niki didn’t know why, okay maybe she did but that wasn’t the point. All her life Niki had spent her time watching how other people moved and talked, she had decided to be kind and gentle when she saw how others were treated. But when you are kind and gentle you are going to get hurt. No matter who you’re kind too, or who you love, or what you look like, Kindness only ever brought suffering. And Niki had suffered enough, she was sick of being nice. Questions like this made her wish for fire, a greedy flame that ate everything in its path. Leaving only ash behind. Let it burn she thought. Let it all burn

“Listen to me very closely Tubbo. Everything I’ve ever loved has disappeared. Scattered in the wind like leaves in a hurricane. Now, think about your question, there’s not a lot I hated when I was younger and dumber. But think about it. You love a lot, and you hate a little. Can you lose what you hate? No. But you can lose what you love, we know that all too well. So, before you ask me what I hate, ask me what I’ve lost. And when I answer that, you’ll know exactly who I hate” Niki pushed him into the open doorway and waited as the blindness potion wore off. She longed for the comfort of Phil and Techno. Just the silence of them could calm her heart and set her mind at ease.

They rode boats on the empty ocean, Niki was sure there was life under the surface of the water. But the water was dead, no waves. Only a small breeze, she could feel it flow through her hair and she held it with her fingers. Everyone must’ve had their minds on the moments ahead, but the fact was that Niki just let her mind fall silent. Every bad thought, every sleepless night faded into nothingness. She closed her eyes and sat so still anyone watching would think she was a statue, despite the rocky boat that was not startled by waves but by the presence of Philza’s wings that would cause such a gust of wind that every time they made a slight move the boat would rock. But Niki and Technoblade were used to this by now, when they all used to take boat rides together Ranboo was the only one who got anxious. He couldn’t wear any of his armor because the weight of the nethrite would weigh down the boat. So, he was armor less, one wrong move, one wrong row and Ranboo was dead. On those boat rides, Niki always sat close to Ranboo. Making sure he was calm; panicking would only make it worse.

Panicking made everything worse

In order

Karl (note Karl is a Rainwing night wing hybrid)

HBomb

Techno

AntFrost

Philza

Connor

Puffy

Vikkstar

Lazarbeam

Ranboo

I need to make my own full body bases

So, basically, after Dream escaped, he confronted Puffy about standing there while he was arrested and not visiting. The song was inspired by one of my favorite short animatics. So, like, I cut most of the whole Disney Villain backstory junk and changed up pronouns so it's just Dream screaming at his mom. I'm proud of this actually!

(So this picks up about 53 seconds in to the song)

You moved me to the prison, out of sight and out of mind

You could have helped me out, but you’re benevolent and kind

(sarcastic) Mother, your heart's too big for you

You knew what you had to do

After all, difficult children like me will take advantage of your good nature, right?

So you locked me up threw away my key

There's one of me on every family tree

Ungrateful

Hateful

Vile too, the things I put you through

Break my spirit so I obey

Now I’ll do anything you say

Maybe I’d call it cruel but others would call it love

Tough love

Oh no, I was so cute when I was little but

Then I grew up I just ruined everything

(skip in the song)

I only have myself to blame

I'm sure If I'd been there, I’d do the same (HAH!)

So work me hard 'til I fall in line

There's one way and I guess I’m fine

I bet I was evil, spoiled too

But you knew what to do

Govern me with a heart of stone

Lock me up, so I’m all alone

Maybe I’d call it cruel but

Others would call it love, tough love

(later in song)

Don't be fooled by my helpless smile

Give an inch and I’d run a mile

Their idea for a prison home

Is one where I live all alone

Dark

Depressing

Desolate

Now let's all drink to that

I can call you wicked, call you mean

Cruel and everything in between

I could say it's unjust

Turning my dreams to dust

This is what you call love, tough love

WAHHHOOOO I ACTUALLY REALLY ENJOYED THIS!!

These are mostly dsmp women/girls (+aimsey and sally!)!! My friend Della really wanted me to draw some woMeN and since their a dsmp/mcyt fan, I drew dsmp wOmEn (+aimsey and sally ofc-) yes I’m at school rn but who cares? I’m trying to be active!!

This took 1 hour I’m honestly surprised

Art program: Kleki.com

I can't find out what Puffy and Bbh's duo name is.

RETALIATION!!!!!

opponents

@ObsessedWithTheRiordanverse

@Percyjacksonlover9729

Ping-pongers (feel free to join!)

@Fragmented Dreams

@Sandblown

@Morningsky155

@Anchenwill

@Gacha xx Tuber

I ran through the forest, waiting for the tears to stop falling. My dress caught on every bush and bramble, dirt clinging to the fine fabric. I couldn’t care less. My axe bounced on my hip, still dripping with Antfrost’s blood. I ran and ran, wheezing as my lungs seized up with the exertion. I didn’t care, couldn’t think. My brain had latched onto the savage memories, replaying the sight of Antfrost’s sword piercing my son’s chest, replaying the screaming as the life drained out of his eyes. I gasped, trying to get air into my lungs, and tripped on a tree root. I fell to my knees, folding in on myself. Once I caught my breath, I looked around. I had nearly toppled into a river, and I could feel the damp mud creeping into my dress.

“How could I let this happen?” I whimpered, staring into the water. “HOW COULD I LET THIS HAPPEN?!?” My fists hit the water, sending my reflection away in great bursts that didn’t soar high enough, and didn't take away my anger. What was wrong with me?! Why did I think that after everything, anything would be different?! And now my son had lost his life, and it was my fault. It was my fault, because I couldn’t stop my stupid ex-allies. I sobbed again, wiped my eyes, and glanced down at the river. It was almost still, and I could barely make out my reflection in the rippling, glass-like surface. My eyes were swollen and red, my makeup streaming down my cheeks. It was me. I knew that. Why did I not recognize the girl I saw? Why did my reflection not match who I thought I was? I was the mother, the wife, the friend. The woman who would try not to get into political arguments or grind for the best materials, because I thought life had more to it than material things. At least, that’s who I wanted to be. I didn’t really know the woman, staring back at me now. I wouldn’t have eyes, haunted by what they witnessed. I wouldn’t have someone else's dried blood spattered lightly in my hair. I wasn’t that person. Was I?

Why was my reflection someone I didn’t know? Why was it that when I finally chose sides and revealed my true thoughts, something devastating happened? No. Not me. Not me. That girl in the river, not me. Her little duckling had lost two lives in the vault as she watched, sure that what came next was the right thing. She had smiled as the egg grew and thrived. She couldn’t fight when Foolish had been forced to his knees, about to be executed. Truly, truly, I want nothing more than to live in a server, free from tyranny and control. I didn’t want this. But I can’t hide who I am, though I tried. I am that girl in the river. I will always be that broken, haunted girl in the river.

YEAHHHHHH BABY LET'S GOOOO

Your turn Percyjacksonlover!

Hehehehehe F I R S T M O V E !

Opponent :

@SupergirlDY2

Dream’s Attachments :

@Sandblown

@Morningsky155

@Fragmented Dreams

@Gacha xx Tuber

Enjoy this very very sad story.

POV : Quackity

It was a day like any other in the SMP. I had just finished patrolling the perimeter of Las Nevadas for the night, so I put Tubbo on duty and decided to take some time for myself.

Within the next hour, I found myself walking through a field, flowers and lush grass swaying in the wind. I took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air and scents of dirt and plants. I’d almost forgotten what fresh air was like, I thought wistfully.

Suddenly, I saw a figure coming towards me from the left. I turned to face her. She was wearing a dark red cloak with more brown leather straps and silver buckles than I could count over a white ruffled shirt. Her baggy black pants were partially concealed by the black calf-high combat boots she was wearing. She had a small leather bag slung over her shoulder. As she walked, her fluffy split-dye hair bounced behind her in a neat high ponytail. Her deep blue eyes met mine, and she smiled.

“Oh, hi, Puffy,” I said, letting a small smile flicker across my face.

“Oh hey Big Q!” she exclaimed cheerfully. She continued walking until she was about five feet away from me. “What’s up?”

“Not much,” I shrugged, “just running a country. You?”

“Nothing really, just enjoying the first day of peace I’ve had in what feels like a decade!” she beamed. And I realized she was right. Today did seem pretty peaceful compared to normal. That probably wasn’t good, but that would have to wait.

“Yeah, well…” I hesitated. “Can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure,” she replied. “What’s up?”

“So I was talking to Tommy the other day about trauma and shit, and he said that he takes therapy sessions with you.” I took a deep breath. “D’ you think maybe I could take a session…?” I hated squashing her peaceful day, but I was really struggling, and I was desperate for something to help at least temporarily ease the pain that was brewing inside of me.

“Hmmm….” She opened the bag that she had brought with her and pulled out a list, her eyes scanning down the page. “I think I could fit you in for a beginning session soon.”

My expression hardened. I didn’t want to have to do it, but I could technically threaten her. I held a lot of power on the server, and not many people would dare mess with me.

“I meant now, Puffy. I’m struggling.”

Her eyes widened in surprise as she heard the threatening edge to my tone. “Oh. Okay then.” She sat down in the grass and patted a spot next to her, so I joined her in sitting on the ground.

“Thanks,” I murmured. “Sorry, I’m in a bad mood right now.”

“I can tell,” she told me. “So, what’s on your mind?”

I exhaled. “There’s…a lot. Especially with Slime’s…recent death.”

“You can start with the small things if you want,” Puffy said softly. “You don’t have to dive into the deep end right away. Whatever suits you best.”

“Well…life’s just been a lot lately, y’know?”

Puffy nodded, gesturing for me to continue.

“Ever since I joined this stupid fucking server. Dumped by four fiancées, pickaxed to death by a god, manipulated and harassed by another…” I met her eyes. “My home’s been blown up so many times, Puffy. And now Revivedbur, a literal madman, is head over heels for me. Typical. Not to mention my best friend was murdered.”

“I understand,” Puffy said. “When you look at the big picture it’s all overwhelming. But individually, you can heal from everything. How has Slime’s passing been affecting your daily life?”

I took a shaky breath. “I see his face everywhere. On the walls, in my dreams, EVERYWHERE. It’s…” A sob tore from my throat, tears streaming down my face. “It’s too much some days.”

Puffy patted my back. “It’s okay, let it all out. How does he look when you see him?”

“Melting,” I whispered. “He’s melting. In the lava. His words echo through my mind every time. Thank you for showing me what it was like to be human. Maybe I almost was.”

Puffy nodded, writing something down silently on her notepad. So many emotions were being stirred around inside of me that I just sat there for a while, sobbing with my arms around my knees. Puffy grabbed a box of tissues from her bag and handed them to me. “You’re doing great, Quackity.”

Taking a single tissue out, I blow my nose before continuing. “I just can’t do this anymore, Puffy!” I shouted. “I can’t keep the confident, everything’s fine charade up any longer!”

She was silent for a moment. “...Who told you that you have to? No one would be okay or even stable after all that. The way you’re feeling is perfectly justified.”

“Society as a whole has told me that, Puffy,” I replied. “Everyone’s like oh, you’re fine. Everything’s fine. Smile through it. Put on a happy face. But…” I gulped down another sob. “What if I can’t?

“That’s the question you SHOULD be asking,” Puffy told me. “What if you can’t keep the charade going? What does it matter that you feel things? It’s a normal experience of all living things.”

“Yeah, well…I can’t do it, so…” I sat in silence as tears continued to pour down my cheeks.

“You don’t have to,” Puffy assured me. “You’re safe here, Q.”

“But am I?” I asked. “That’s something that’s never guaranteed on the server.”

“Yes, you are,” she said firmly. “I will always make sure my patients are safe, regardless of what else goes on in this server.”

I looked up at her with watery eyes. “Really?”

“Yes.” She smiled, softly but completely genuine.

“Oh.” I wiped the last of my tears away. “Thanks, Cap.”

She nodded. “Of course. I’ll always be here for you.”

HEHEHEHEHEHEH.

Your move.

Like two days ago I barely changed the lyrics to the song Relfection from Mulan to be puffy after Foolish died, and I'm gonna write a fanfic abt that now, because @ObsessedWithTheRiordanverse just broke my friggin heart, so I'm gonna try fighting fire with fire

Look at me

I will never pass for a perfect wife

Or a perfect mother

Can it be

I'm not meant to play this part?

Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself

I would break my family's hearts [canon lives]

Who is that girl I see,

Staring straight back at me?

Why is my reflection someone I don't know?

Somehow I cannot hide

Who I am, though I've tried

When will my reflection show who I am inside?

Her name is Dime Hayle-Underscore (_), because why should pennies be the only ones that get named after? Dime is Tubbo's half-sister (Jshlatt might have gotten drunk at a party one night) She is only nine years old, but due to a miracle of time like Fundy, she looks and acts 18. She came to the SMP pretty late, and became a teacher/tudor for the children of the SMP: MICHAEL, Mitchelle, Yogurt, Foolish's totem kids, etc. She actually joined Tubbo, Eret, and Techno in rescuing MICHAEL, though she typically avoids conflict. She has visited Dream in prison once out of curiosity and empathy, but they don't really know each other.

Her lore is hard to update since the vod was deleted but there are some recaps of it like chaostv on tiktok

I’m unable to edit rn but here is a little summary of a recap but if you want to look at another one please do

Burning down another one of Ponk’s lemon trees because it didn’t fit standards

Burning her captain’s log and “leaving” the smp to join a new perfected version to have a fresh start due to trauma, betrayal and ignorance in the past. She has no memory of anyone she encountered in the previous world and vice versa

Oh edited btw… PUFFY IS ALSO NOW PART OF THE SYNDICATE

Making plot, making plot, you fucks won't see it cominggggg-

Makin' plot, and some lore, and boy is it fulfillingggggg-

Puffy just started stream. She is, as far as I can tell, doing lore! I don’t think it’s planned; just random. Plus, there is a lot of potential for lore apparently. And nothing is happening, she said, despite people in the server wanting stuff to be planned and scheduled and how it isn’t fun for anyone.. so random lore! Where things that aren’t planned happen and become canon!

vanishes