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it is indeed (watch no one know what it is. besides you ghost. ily ghost /pla)
but yeah uh after like half a year of stuff coming up and me forgetting to actually put this up, it is there now. enjoy as you will
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54779491/chapters/163402018
New fanart finally!
Closeup sketches further down the post
Technoblade (cool crown…)
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Ranboo
Still failing to draw a crown
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’Drista’ (with her brother supervising, obviously)
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BadBoyHalo (someone clearly swore, and he’s apologising for it!)
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Eret (still don’t know how to draw crowns) - pretty sure the ref I used is the profile for her channel…
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Fundy - this stream will never NOT be funny
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herobrine's direct child, last to be spawned
shit goes down and they go "nah fuck this family i'm leaving"
xd offers that they become his oracle. eret agrees.
meet foolish, godly adventures wheee
MORE shit goes down that results in xd getting quite pissy and stripping eret of her title as oracle, her godhood (still immortal but no longer an actual full-fledged deity), and all memories they gained whilst serving as his oracle
lots of time and traveling later, they pop up on the main smp, and the rest is history
wanted to share (and haven't posted in centuries) so here
remember when i said i wouldn't be making new dsmp content for a bit I LIED (though admittedly autophobia's the only thing i have motivation for and i've had basically all of this finished for ages so.. half lied?)
but yeah yippee for this ig
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54779491/chapters/151866412
preview for chapter three, titled "useless" (wiki exclusive shit tumblr don't get this)
Out of all the epic things that took place during the L’manberg Revolutionary War, it was the mundane that stuck with Fundy even today, the little bits that were engraved into brains rather than books. The lack of care whenever he was injured from his dad compared to the worry and concern Wilbur showed Tommy when he had so much as a scratch, for one. The subtle and not-so-subtle jabs at his position as “the general’s son”, snickers from Tommy when he explained it to Jack. Listening as Wilbur sang the L’Manberg National Anthem for the first time, and the sting when his name didn’t make it in.
Looking back on it, Eret was the only one who really cared about everyone, the only one who bothered to take the time to clean out Fundy’s wounds and bandage him up, the only one who’d look him in the eyes and ask if he was doing alright.
But they left. Just like everyone else would soon enough.
aaand yeah! there's actually something in here that's technically foreshadowing for a later scene in another chapter, two things if you squint.
searching through the archives and found this thing
Fundy stares, staring, always staring. But he doesn’t want to just stare, he wants to scream, to grab and shake them and demand to know why they’re doing nothing-
No. No, that’s not true. They cannot be doing nothing because they are everything. Fundy is nothing. Nothing is a home. Nothing is a man. A man who has nothing. A man who is nothing. Nothing has no home. Fundy is nothing.
idk if i was high or possessed by god but might do smth with this? it confused even me and i do quite like confusing people
also for those who care i am happy to say that autophobia's coming along well :] hid a little hint in the tags for smth in the chapter
HEY GUYSSS I MISSED THIS PLACE SO MUCH WHAT DID I MISS DID ANYTHING BIG HAPP-
*reads through wiki* oh jesus christ the fuck happened here
BUT ANYWAYS! TAKE!
Punz is a mercenary with a simple goal: kill the crown prince of Esempi. One quick scheme that results in him getting the title of personal guard later, and the coin reward is practically filling his pockets already. But what happens when Prince Dream is a person? What happens when Punz is too? What happens when the simple goal becomes not so simple?
Tubbo is a kid who just wants to survive. Sometimes that includes joining a gang of criminals. When some guy named Ranboo approaches with intent to join their not-so-merry band, Tubbo can’t help but feel that there’s something off with them. Sadly, nobody but Fundy agrees, and he’s sidetracked. Oh, well. Looks like it’s up to him to figure out this guy.
Fundy is a prince running from his past. When whispers of the adoption and approaching coronation of soon-to-be Prince Tommy reach his ears, he can’t help but feel a little slighted. To be replaced by his father (and he uses that term generously) is one thing. To publicly denounce Fundy in the same breath? That’s a bit too far. When Lord Eret offers their hand, promising revenge.. Well, who’s Fundy to deny?
None of them expected to potentially gain a new member of their found family along the way, but the universe works in mysterious ways.
^ above is a summary of a medieval dsmp au i'm working on for the funsies, i've also written some al stuff for my people in the i forgor rp that i'll post later. really excited to be back and posting :D
Eret thought that after the whole “saving Michael” thing that she and Techno were chill. Friends, even. Sure, Techno hated the government, and Eret was the government, but their shared Revengers alliance was enough to keep Eret from sending knights and Techno from sending bombs.
A mutual agreement, an unspoken contract between the two. You don't try to kill me, I won't try to kill you. Simple as that.
The key word there, however, is thought. Of course, if that was actually true, Eret wouldn't be where she was now: partially drugged, tied up, and thrown into the back of a wagon heading Prime knew where.
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jack - hes alive (for now)
velvet - starvedd
cleo - jumpedd in a river (wow i have so much sewerslide deaths in this)
scar - too much scars
eret - electrocutedd
hbomb - pushedd off cliff
crumb - head bashedd in with a hammer
throne = royalty = castle = it fits
IGNORE THE MANY ERRORS I MADE WHILE DRAWING THIS
they’re looking at u… u must be hiding behind a pillar
UGH ACTUALLY I SHOULDVE DRAWN ERET’S CASTLE FUCKK
if u notice the wrinkles, no you don’t (they’re from yesterday’s drawing)
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Sometimes I want to write but I don't have the motivation to work on The Icarus Theory. Sometimes I just want to write oneshots, you know?
I'm taking suggestions for oneshots here. I'm willing to write character-centric, platonic, and romantic, anything but smut.
Please try to keep all characters open, I don't want to write 500 oneshots all based on SBI and DNF (a few is ok though)
https://www.wattpad.com/story/350561371-clovers-oneshots
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Trigger Warnings: Slight panicking, mentions of mental illnesses, mention of weapons
Chapter name from "Alkaline" by Timeflies
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Chapter Ten: If Only to Find (You Start to Believe)
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"No reason," Purpled shrugged casually. "Just thought he sounded a little familiar."
"Yeah, a lot of people have heard of me," Áspro said in a low monotone voice, eyes narrowed.
Purpled met the gaze evenly. "Hmm."
"Sorry to interrupt," Eret grinned apologetically. "But I'll have to leave now. Ponk, Tubbo, will you two bring them to Callahan?"
"Yeah, sure," Tubbo mumbled.
Eret turned with a swish of rainbows and strode confidently away with Áspro flanking them. Purpled watched them leave, suspicion growing in his gut. Then he looked at Ponk. "Are we done here?"
"Still straight to the point like always, huh?" Ponk winked at him before rounding up the other boys like a shepherd. Ranboo and Tubbo were awkwardly sneaking glances at each other, while Tommy told Slimecicle about Tubbo.
"How long have you been doing this work?" Ponk asked as he led them up a grand marble staircase.
Purpled focused on the clack of shoes against stone as he answered "Three years. How long have you guys been with Eret?"
"Áspro's been here for about four years. This is my second year, and Tubbo joined a little while after I did. I kind of deal with plants and medicines around the place. Tubbo is a pretty popular diplomat. Callahan sometimes goes to meetings with Tubbo, but he's mainly the royal advisor."
"Callahan? That's a good choice."
"I know! Callahan's pretty awesome, and even if he's mute, he gives the best advice."
"You were the one who planted the cherry blossoms, right?"
Ponk nodded happily. "You realized?"
"They're beautiful."
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Ranboo decided to break the silence between him and Tubbo. "So uh, Tubbo, right?"
"Yes? May I help you?" Tubbo said professionally.
Ranboo blushed. "I just want to get to know you."
"Oh, okay. Yeah, I'm Tubbo. I am dyslexic, though, so I apologise for some errors I might make while speaking."
"That's okay. So, Tubbo, where are you from?"
"Well, I was born in L'Manberg, but I grew up in New Pogtopia."
Ranboo was startled. I was also from New Pogtopia.
"At some point when I was thirteen or so, I moved to Snowchester with my friend for a few months. We fell apart, though, and I went back to L'Manberg. That's where I met Tommy." Tubbo grinned affectionately at the loud blond in front of them.
"Tommy says you're gay," Ranboo blurted. He mentally cursed himself for that.
Tubbo blinked, surprised. Then he burst out laughing. "Ah, he says that a lot. I am actually interested in boys, though."
"That's cool, so am I," Ranboo grinned. "So, what happened to your other friend? The one you moved to Snowchester with?"
"He, uh, he has some mental illnesses. Dementia, depression, and some Intriguer guy who keeps possessing him and some shit." Tubbo looked away sadly. "Whenever his 'voice' took control of him, he would start doing dangerous things."
There was a tightness in Ranboo's chest, and he felt dizzy. "Like what?" he choked out.
"He would hurt himself sometimes, he would yell about the universe breaking, about how Dream Exdi was destroying the world, something about how every life was connected or some shit. He called it 'Theseus's theory.'"
"Theseus? Theseus is Tommy's chosen name."
"That's interesting..."
"What happened then?"
"One day, it was really bad. We were in Snowchester, and the Puppetmaster got to him again. He attacked me with a kitchen knife and stabbed my hand before snapping out of it." Tubbo blinked away tears. "He told me to leave and to never come back. I knew he was trying to protect me, but it still hurt like hell."
"I'm sorry." Ranboo felt suffocated.
Tell him. Ask him. You know the answer.
"Dream, no," Ranboo whispered.
"Sorry, did you say something?" Tubbo asked. Ranboo shook his head.
Ask him. You know who he's talking about.
"What was your friend's name?"
"I'm not sure, I think it was Ronbur? Ranbii? No, it wasn't... I called him Boo sometimes..." Suddenly Tubbo froze. "Wait, what?"
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Next update Monday
Hello
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Trigger Warnings: None :)
Chapter name from "Alkaline" by Timeflies
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Chapter Ten: If Only to Find (You Start to Believe)
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Purpled didn't have many friends. What was the point of friends, anyway?
They were only going to end up leaving you. They offer you happiness, hope, and second chances, and before you know it, it all comes crashing down. No matter how strong the foundations, every castle falls.
"Remember my rules, Purpled?"
"...Humans are assholes. Make no emotional attachments. Everything gets destroyed..."
"Very good. Now, always follow those rules for your own good. Remember that."
People were like flowers. They sprout, they grow, they die. Flowers don't last long,
There were a few good blossoms. Purpled had allies and people he could count on. He had a little Syndicate garden. There was Daphne, Quackity's sister who always looked out for him. Artemis, protective and sweet, who he could count on as a partner. Astraeus, who was a bit weird but also smart and kind.
But really, in the end, who could he trust? Who could he always rely on?
No one. No one but himself.
Friends were like the picked flowers. You see them, you take them home, you take care of them, you give them love. And what happens in the end?
They die.
There was no point in having friends when in the end, you'd be the only one getting hurt. Sure, they're pretty while they last. But flowers don't last forever.
He wished he could change that, but he was out of sunshine.
He wished he could find someone to love, but he couldn't find his heart.
He wished he could discover something more, be something more, but he was out of second chances.
And on the last page of every story, the only person Purpled knew he could rely on was himself.
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"Tubbo! How've you been?"
Purpled examined the shorter boy as he approached them. Short brown hair, cream-white ram horns, and a large scar splattered across his face. So this was Tubbo.
"Err, hi," Tubbo greeted awkwardly. "Hey, guys. I've been good, I guess."
Purpled noticed he was looking at Ranboo as he spoke.
"So, Tubbo, right?" Ranboo asked nervously. Tubbo nodded. Ranboo cleared his throat. "Uh, hi, I'm Ranboo."
"Ranboo?" Tubbo scrunched up his face. "Do I know you?"
"I'm not sure, Tommy talks about you a lot, though." Ranboo blushed. "Sorry, my memory's bad."
"Oh, that's cool..." Tubbo frowned.
"So, what's your name?" Slimecicle decided to break the tension by calling out to the other male.
The fencer was a man in his early twenties, with a shock of white anime hair kept up with a red and orange headband. He had dark eyes and umber-brown skin, mouth and nose covered with a mask that had a matching design with his headband.
His voice was muffled and accented when he spoke. "Hi, I'm Ponk." Then he caught sight of Purpled. "Oh my gods, Purpled?"
"Hi Ponk," Purpled replied casually. "How are you?"
"Oh wow, I've been great! It's been years since I last saw you!" Pink happily threw his arms around Purpled's neck, having to reach up to do so. "You're tall, man." Purpled smiled, being nearly a whole foot taller than him.
"So, you guys know each other?" Tommy fidgeted.
"Purpled helped me plant my lemon tree, and we visited often a few years ago," Ponk explained.
"Your Majesty?"
The guard from earlier arrived and bowed briefly. "Your Majesty, Eternal has arrived at the Palace. He's waiting for you." As the knight spoke, his eyes locked with Purpled's. A strange sense of electricity set Purpled's nerves tingling.
"Thank you, Áspro," said Eret.
Purpled narrowed his eyes. Áspro, huh? "Áspro's your knight?"
"Yes, he's also the castle assassin," Eret replied casually. "Why do you ask?"
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"Can you handle another one?" Quackity peered hesitantly at Purpled.
"Sure."
"He goes by Áspro. Non-binary male, 6 feet tall, pale, blond, blue eyes. He's about 24 years old. This one was from the Puppetmaster himself." Quackity paused. "It's alright if you don't want to take a mission from the person you're after."
"I'll try my best. A job's a job, right?"
"That's what I want to hear." Quackity grinned, but then his smile fell. "Be careful, Purpled. They're both very dangerous."
"I know how to take care of myself."
"I trust that you do."
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"No reason," Purpled shrugged casually. "Just thought he sounded a little familiar."
"Yeah, a lot of people have heard of me," Áspro said in a low monotone voice, eyes narrowed.
Purpled met the gaze evenly. "Hmm."
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Tension 👀
The knight is not tagged cuz you don't need to know who Áspro is until like chapter 20
Making theories in comments is ok but I'll only respond with "maybe"
Next update Friday
Sup everyone, it's me, Milk, I've been revived. Hope y'all are doing ok :)
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Thanks for reading :D
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Trigger Warnings: None :)
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Chapter Nine: Chasing Our Demons (Down an Empty Road)
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“Are we almost there?” Slimecicle asked buoyantly.
“Yeah, Caln Eret of the Greater Dream Essempi is expecting us in about an hour. Apparently, they’re going to introduce us to our guides,” Purpled replied.
“I can’t wait to meet the ruler themself!” Tommy cheered, ecstatic. “Ooh, look, a butterfly!” He clung around poor Purpled like a leech, jabbering about butterflies and random fun facts about flowers.
“So,” Slimecicle started, moving to fall in step with Ranboo. “Are you excited to visit the Neutral Lands?”
The Dream Essempi was divided into four main parts. The foursome were from Minor Essempi, a collection of the smaller nations taking up a fourth of the map, including L’Manberg, Las Nevadas, Snowchester, New Pogtopia, the islands of Logstedshire, and a few other smaller factions. Kinoko Kingdom was a nation bordering the Minor Essempi, still part of the Dream Essempi but acting independently from the Minor Essempi.
The Neutral Lands are officially known as Dreamcatcher. Like the name suggests, the large area takes up a third of the entire Dream Essempi and is completely neutral, if off limits to most people. It’s where the castle resides.
The Badlands was a mysterious faction that the Minor Essempi had virtually no information about. Rumors say the Badlanders are cold, cruel fighters, with demons and otherworldly beings reigning terror throughout the nation. But those were just rumors, even if no one dared to visit them. People say Daemon of the Dream Team is the founder of the Badlands.
“Not really. Barely anyone has been to Dreamcatcher before, and not a lot of people visit the Badlands,” Ranboo pointed out.
"Did you know that flowers can generate heat to attract bees?" Tommy asked Purpled. He received no reply, unsurprisingly.
“If all goes well, we won’t visit the Badlands,” Slime said. “But aren’t you curious to see what it’s like?”
“I guess, sure.”
"Butterflies have a liquid diet!"
Purpled sighed.
“What do you think we’ll do once we get to the castle?” Slime wondered aloud. “Do you think their Majesty is nice?”
“I hope so. We’re hopefully not going to do something super drastic,” Ranboo said.
“We’re arriving at the Neutral Lands,” Purpled called from the front.
“I’m so excited!” Tommy bounced around, hyper. Slimecicle also looked very enthusiastic to be entering a new area. In the distance, Ranboo saw a tall medieval-style wall of stone, adorned with colorful ribbons and rainbow banners. On a sign nearby read the words Welcome to Dreamcatcher.
Dreamcatcher.
Why was everything named after Dream Exdi? Even that son of a biscuit Dream named himself after Exdi! I don’t see the big deal.
The forest path opened up gradually until the rough sand transformed into tiny, smooth white pebbles, and the overwhelming weeds and grasses blanketing the way faded into a soft, neatly-trimmed carpet bordering them. Dreamcatcher wasn’t as bad as what Ranboo thought it’d be like.
The small group passed the stone gates after a guard allowed them. The guard was dressed in white armor and carried a netherite axe on his back. A white mask with black stripes on the side covered his lower face, and messy light blond hair flopped across his eye.
Although definitely not as tall as Ranboo, and most likely non-gifted, the knight’s icy eyes seemed to burn right through Ranboo’s soul. Ranboo did not have a good feeling about this guy.
The knight stiffened upon seeing Purpled. Purpled, too, seemed to hesitate for a heartbeat. “Let’s go,” he then ordered firmly.
As the foursome entered Dreamcatcher, an airy sense of comfort and bliss seemed to settle over them. They faced a smooth path winding over lush hills, with small towns dotted on the horizon. Not too far away stood a massive castle of white stone, and colorful banners and flags hung from the walls. A glittering fountain stood in front of the castle, where the path spiraled into a circle and pink blossoms lined the way.
“Are those trees real?” Slime asked no one in particular, staring in awe at the brilliant palace.
“Yeah. Caln Eret has a mage who deals mainly in plants,” Purpled said, also looking impressed.
As they traveled across the beautiful scenery, Ranboo felt very peaceful. The distant splash of running water blended with passerine duets, and the air was floral with cherry blossoms.
“Well, here we are. We’re going in now,” Purpled announced as they faced the wooden drawbridge leading them to the palace. Before they even stepped onto the bridge, however, Ranboo noticed a figure crossing, hurrying towards them while uncharacteristically hiking up their gown.
The person appeared to be in their mid-twenties, with warm brown shoulder-length curls framing a handsome face. Wide, colorful round shades matched the swirling rainbow skirt they wore. Ranboo was relieved to see the ruler was tall, only a little shorter than himself. Finally, someone I don’t have to kneel to look at.
“Purpled! So great to see you again!” Caln Eret squealed as he enveloped Purpled in a hug. Purpled smiled and allowed himself to be squeezed.
“It’s nice to see you too, Your Majesty.” Purpled bowed politely after Eret released him.
“Please, no formalities. Just Eret.” Eret grinned. Ranboo decided they were a nice person. “You must be Tommy, Slimecicle and Ranboo.”
“Uh, honour to meet you, Your Highness,” Tommy began awkwardly.
“I said Eret was fine,” the ruler said cheerfully. “Come on inside!”
They followed Eret down a long hallway. The inside of the castle was as radiant as the outside, Stained-glass windows painted soft colors on the carpets, and banners, flags, paintings and tapestries lined the walls. Ranboo recognized a few portraits of legendary figures such as Wilbur Soot and Dream Exdi, and some of the places and scenes he’s heard of before. Finally, Eret brought them to the entrance to a courtyard.
A large marble pavilion stood as the centerpiece, surrounded by small blossoming trees. Two young men were fencing, dancing fluidly under the dome. Their breathless chatting was accented by clashes and shrieks of steel and occasional shouts.
Suddenly, the shorter of the boys called for the other to stop. He turned towards Eret and the group, taking off his helmet and waving. “Hello!”
The other boy took off his helmet as well, and grinned. “Tommy! Big Man! Hey guys!”
Then his eyes met Ranboo’s, and a flood of déjà vu washed over the hybrid. Deep brown eyes, beige ram horns and scars across his face. He looked so familiar… Do I know him? The ram-hybrid frowned when he saw Ranboo, seemingly having the same reaction.
Tommy beamed widely. “Tubbo! How’ve you been?”
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TWs for the chapter: mentions of death
Chapter Seven: So Empty (Living Behind These Castle Walls)
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"I'm tired," Tommy whined for the twentieth time in the past half-hour. Thin clouds glided across the sun hanging overhead as the four traversed through tall grass, having finally exited the woods an hour ago.
"I'M TIRED," Tommy groaned again, louder.
"We can stop for a bit, just please, shut up Thomas," Iris muttered.
Tommy sank contently into the aureate green grass, bad mood instantly dissipating. "You know you can call me Tom or Tommy, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then how come you keep using my real name? It makes you sound so old."
Ranboo chuckled, sitting down criss-cross next to Slime. "They're so funny, I could watch them all day."
Slime laughed in agreement. Tommy had shown his true colors after warming up to the other three. It turned out he wasn't shy or hesitant at all. Tommy was a very loud and mischievous young man, intent on driving Iris insane with his upbeat energy.
Iris must be pretty patient, having dealt with Tommy for hours, Slime thought with a smile. Tommy's enough to drive even Charlie crazy.
I miss Charlie. I wonder if xyr watching me now. I hope xe's proud of me.
"I like to know people's real names because it makes me feel like they trust me," Iris explained impassively.
"Damn, that's deep. But your name isn't Iris, is it?" Tommy challenged, a spark in his clear blue eyes. "What is your real name?"
Iris returned Tommy's stare unflinchingly. "I go by Purpled around people I know. You'd have to earn the right to know my birth name."
"Ohhh. Purpled." Tommy paused, then suddenly grinned. "Imagine naming yourself after a colour."
"Shut it, Craft."
"Can I call you Purps?"
A strange, dark look flashed across Purpled's face, but he covered it up hastily with an expressionless stare. Not fast enough for it to slip by Slimecicle, though. The nickname probably brings up bad memories.
"Sure," Purpled coughed. "I don't really care."
Yeah right, totally. Still, Slimecicle knew better not to press on. "So, where are we going?" he asked, diverting the topic.
"To Dreamcatcher," Purpled stated casually. "We'll be doing a lot there, and also attending a 'private business meeting' with Their Majesty Caln Eret of the Greater Dream Essempi."
Tommy's eyes were practically bulging out. "We're going to the Dreamlands? THAT PLACE IS REAL?! And Caln Eret? The big goat himself?! What the hell, man, you could've told us!"
Slimecicle was stunned as well, but kept himself together far better than the previous. "What kind of 'business meeting?' And with Caln Eret? They're the ultimate ruler of the connected Essempi!"
"I know that," Purpled replied simply, disturbingly calm.
"Isn't it risky? From here we'll be passing through Klinkyco Kingdom or something, and then the Badlands," Ranboo added softly, eyes round and shiny with worry.
"Kinoko Kingdom is known to be friendly to visitors and passerby, and I was told I could find someone there." Purpled hesitated. "As for the Badlands, we'll try to get a good connection. We'll need all the help we can get in killing Dream."
"So, no crimes?" Tommy jokes.
Purpled glares at him. He stood up, brushing off his purple sweatshirt and ignoring the annoying blond. "C'mon, nap time's over. Get up." Slimecicle jumps to his feet, eager to set off again. Ranboo follows, gracefully rising without making a sound in the stalks. Tommy complained again, but begrudgingly got up as well.
It seemed the three had indirectly agreed on something; no nonsense with Purpled. Slimecicle wished the cold, unwelcoming boy would lighten up. But from what he's told Ranboo, it made sense why he didn't connect as easily.
But Slimecicle was definitely trying.
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A breeze ruffled Purpled's hair under a clear night sky. Crickets chirped a soft melody, harmonizing Tommy's horrible snoring.
Purpled sat legs crossed in the grass, facing Ranboo and Tommy sleeping by each other. Tommy was looking very comfortable in his old spare Syndicate sleeping bag, snoring like a chainsaw. Ranboo laid silently, occasionally mumbling a few incoherent words and soft Enderspeak.
Slimecicle sat next to Purpled, gazing upwards. When he saw Purpled watching, he smiled. "The moon looks strange tonight, doesn't it?"
"First quarter," Purpled murmured, not wanting to wake the other two. "Halfway to full."
"She looks like she's waiting for something—or someone—to complete her."
Purpled tilted his head a bit. "You have a very nice imagination."
"Thank you."
The sky was clear enough to see the stars as well. Millions upon millions of tiny, pure lights shone far away. It looked better than Purpled remembered—it'd been years since he had been out in the country like this, far away from the intoxicating fake lights of Las Nevadas.
"You know," he started quietly. Slimecicle looked at him imploringly. Purpled sighed before continuing. "You know, my brother was like that too."
"Like... what?"
"He had such a good imagination... He told the best stories about dragons and mermaids, gods and mortals. He was a very positive person, and always saw the light and life in everyone and everything." His voice caught, and he coughed. "He was all I had, and in a way, I was glad it was him and not anyone else."
Slimecicle was silent, and Purpled regretted spilling like that. Until Slime spoke.
"There was a scientist back at the laboratory I was from. Xyr name was Charlie. Xe was the only person who cared about me, and the only person I had a connection with. Xe were very optimistic too. They never seemed to be upset in any way, so I thought..." Slimecicle shook his head sadly and smiled at Purpled. "Xe died so that I could get away."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay... Xe was just so selfless like that. If I ever saw xem again, I'd slap xem."
Purpled looked up. "Hercules is by Vega." His beautiful violet eyes glistened in the darkness, reflecting the starlight. "Were you mad at xem? For leaving you?"
"Kind of, a bit. But knowing xe did it for me, it kind of brings a sense of closure and gratitude, you know? 'Cause no matter what, xyr gone. But xe allowed me to experience life, so I'm gonna do that, I'm gonna live in the moment, to the fullest, because I owe xem that."
Purpled gave a small smile. Although his face was obscured by a mask, his eyes turned upwards and sparkled. It was the first time he betrayed any emotion in front of Slime, and he wasn't actually too upset about it. "You sound a lot like Punz, you know?"
"Is that a good thing?"
"Good, most of the time."
Slimecicle laughed. Then his eyes met Purpled's. "You're prettier when you smile."
Purpled scoffed. "I'm always max-pretty."
The two lost boys continued their soft conversing till the sun came up, washing over the path to their Neverland. The walls Purpled built so carefully were being slowly torn down by these three strangers, trying to burrow their way into his heart. It felt good, in a weird way.
No. I can't let that happen, Purpled thought bitterly. No emotional attachments, or I'll be the one to pay.
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So I've decided the larger chunks of plot, and there's likely going to be a sequel. The duology will be called Icarus because greek mythology is cool
Chapter One: https://dreamteam.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000093316
Chapter Two: https://dreamteam.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000093731
Previous Part: https://dreamteam.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000093848
Long chapter warning
Chapter Two: If the Miracle was Getting One Moment (With You?)
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Purpled shuffled down the streets of Las Nevadas. Very few people were out at this hour, but Quackity liked to have Purpled arrive early. He kept his eyes lowered the whole time, aside from giving a brisk nod to Sam, a cheery builder who called a greeting to him.
Then Purpled arrived at the casino. On the end of Halo Road was a gigantic, glittering white building looking like the White House of Dream Essempi, topped with a large Las Nevadas symbol on the center section with the words ''HOUSE OF THE SNOWFALL '' in giant silver letters. A water fountain shot water and seemed to glow with the sparkly pale lanterns.
Purpled stood on the path leading up to the extensive marble double doors. He felt just a bit out of place amongst the sparkles of whites and silvers. The air fogged when he released a breath he didn't know he was holding. He hated this place.
He looked around briefly, making sure no one was around. Then, he snuck over to the small area behind the House's garden, where a pair of amber eyes shone at him expectantly. Purpled smiled at the wolf, running his hands through her long, silky snowy-white fur, just how she likes it; "G'morning, Dogchamp."
Dogchamp lapped at Purpled's hand with soft mewling noises. Purpled continued petting her as she stuck her face into his jacket, nosing around. "Hey, don't do that. I have work today." Obediently, Dogchamp pulled her face out and licked his chin as an apology.
"It's been five years now," Purpled started. Dogchamp set her paws on his knee and cocked her head, as if listening intensely. "Can you believe it? He's been gone for five years. Half a decade of me waiting for him to come home. What do you think I should do if, say, I see him again?" Purpled's breath caught. "What if he's–"
Dogchamp licked his hand.
"Yeah. I know. It's not wrong to hope, though, right?"
Dogchamp licked his hand again.
Purpled chuckled, rubbing her paws. He didn't want to tear himself away from the friendly wolf-hybrid. "Thanks, Dogchamp. I'll see you later, 'kay?"
Dogchamp yapped quietly, then seemed to become liquid as she slipped out of the bushes.
Purpled sighed when his companion left, standing up and brushing the faint traces of brownish-green from his pants. Shaking his head and muttering under his breath, Purpled strolled up to the doors. Carved into the marble-coated wood were the words "The House Always Wins," the motto of Las Nevadas, at eye level. Quite ridiculous, even for a small yet powerful state based on wealth and gambling.
Las Nevadas was ridiculous. So was Quackity. If Purpled was being honest, Las Nevadas was okay. But since Quackity was the governor, it wasn't.
Purpled entered the main lobby. A small lounge area with a TV in the corner sat next to the entrance to the pool wing. Although the House of the Snowfall was actually a fancy hotel, the casino/food and drink top floors were most popular. It was also where Purpled normally worked.
He hung his jacket on the clothing rack, checking in with Avalon, the receptionist. They were rather okay, compared to the other employees. Sometimes a bit creepy to Purpled, but generally not horrid.
"Good morning Purpled! How are you?" Purpled paused as Avalon smiled warmly and called out a greeting. He allowed a small, cautious smile in return.
"Fine, thanks. Have a nice day."
He stepped into the elevator, pushing a button for the top floor. Even the elevator box was fancy, with cheaper LED lights around the edges of the ceiling, paintings of the Quackity and the House hung up, and a plush dark blue carpet underfoot littered with candy wrappers. Purpled adjusted his tie uncomfortably. The stuffy air reeked of cigarettes, air fresheners and breath mints, a horrid combination of smells.
With a ding, the doors slid open and Purpled stepped out into the food & drink area, the floor just above the casino area. It looked way better when there were less people around, but was still a long way from looking good. The morning light filtered in through the blinds, removing the need for LED light strings or fancy lamps. A girl with straight black hair typed away on a laptop, the only one occupying the bar.
"Hey Purpled."
"Sandra," Purpled greeted, stepping up to her. "Good morning."
"Here to see my brother again?" Sandra looked up from her screen, a friendly smile on her lips.
"Yeah." Purpled sat himself down on a stool facing Sandra. Quackity's sister had the power of Sentiment; she could easily read and sometimes change nearby people's emotions. Quackity had the ability of Favored, granting him luck in all he did. It was how he claimed the House, rumors said.
"You're not looking forward to it. Is it another one?" Sandra asked.
Purpled nodded.
Sandra paused. "Everything alright?"
"Mm. Time went by, you know?"
"Yeah."
The two sat in silence for a bit. Purpled spun around in his stool idly, an old acrylic painting nearby catching his eye. It wasn't futuristic and neon, or on a screen, like many things in Las Nevadas. It seemed old and antique, and Purpled liked the mood it gave. The painting took place in a meadow at sunrise; Purpled recognized it as an event that happened about a hundred years ago.
There were four people present in the painting: Wilbur Soot, Tommy Innit, Eret Listair and Tubbo Score. They had led the rebellion of the L'Manberg Revolution. Tired of the tyranny of that time, the four men started a rebellion which quickly grew. They had fought and won a war against a man named Dream, ex-leader of Dream Essempi, and to honor Wilbur Soot –the leader of the revolution who was assassinated after the gaining of independence for L'Manberg– the city was set as the capital of Dream Essempi.
In the painting, Wilbur Soot and Tommy Innit held up the flag of L'Manberg together. It was a historical moment; the night before, during a meeting between Dream and Soot, Dream had demanded white flags of surrender at dawn the next day. The next sunrise, however, Soot and Innit flew the L'Manberg flag, and started the final battle.
Secretly, Purpled idolized Wilbur Soot. He wished he had the bravery to confront a powerful leader about what was right. He wished he had the courage to defend his ideals and beliefs.
"You shouldn't be doing this stuff, you know."
Sandra's voice snapped Purpled out of his reverie. She gazed at him cooly over the laptop. Purpled furrowed his brows. "Pardon?"
"Don't play dumb. I know you're not just a bartender. I know what you and Quackity discuss during those meetings."
When Purpled was silent, she spoke up again.
"We all know it's very dangerous. Have you considered what you're risking?"
"It's payment."
"At the cost of perhaps your life."
Purpled narrowed his eyes at her. "You think I can't take care of myself?"
"I know very well you can. But have you considered... less dangerous options?"
"Maybe it's my only."
Before Sandra could make another witty remark, the office door slid open and Quackity poked his head out. "Hey, space boy."
"Good morning."
Quackity met eyes with his sister. Sandra glared scathingly at him. Quackity sighed, shaking his head. He turned his gaze back to Purpled. "I'm ready for you."
Purpled nodded before following Quackity into the office.
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Avalon Blade Minecraft is an OC by @Avalon2009. Thank you! :D also she's definitely gonna return in later chapters i love her concept haha... 👀
Sandra Maldonado is another OC, by @YourFriendlyNoob3712. She is fanonically Quackity's twin sister in an AU. Sandra might be coming back later haha...
Next update monday (shorter chapter, last part of Chapter Two)
