Kinoko Kingdom

Also this drawing was a struggle to render. Not only did I freehand this shit, but I’ve mentioned before I am blue/yellow colour blind. And there’s a lot of those colours. Though colour picking really came in clutch on this painting. And yes, it’s only the backdrop for something else

(yes, despite not being able to visualise the colours blue and yellow, I still know what colour objects are blue and yellow. I’ve never seen the sky clearly in its colourful glory, but I still know it’s blue)

Hi, DTeam Wiki! It's me, Milk/CantThink/Alister and I have an announcement.

I'm leaving later today on a vacation with @YourFriendlyNoob3712. We'll be returning in about a month, and until then, The Icarus Theory will be postponed. I'm not quitting it, though, and if you've lost interest during the month, you can ask to be unpinged :)

If I'm pinged in any other posts, (fanfiction, fanart, etc...) keep pinging me, I'll do some catching up when I get back.

I'll miss you guys :D

Sincerely, Milk

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Chapter Eight: Fire Beneath My Feet (is Burnin' Bright)

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"Hello!"

A surprisingly young man greeted them at the entrance to Kinoko Kingdom. Tommy had to admit, the powerful nation was actually very cute. Set in grassy plains, with stone paths, charming mushroom cottages organised cosily, and a large mushroom mansion in the centre, bordered by all sorts of strangely-designed buildings, Kinoko Kingdom looked like something out of a fairytale.

Karl Jacobs himself was the one to greet the foursome. He was rather pretty, having soft brown eyes, light freckles, and a warm smile, cinnamon brown curls framing his pale face.

Karl's attire, however, was... fascinating, to say the least. He wore a neat sweatshirt with bold colours; the sleeves clashed orange and cyan against a happy purple torso. An unfamiliar lime green spiral stood loudly on the front, sparking an interest in Tommy. Coloured goggles perched on Karl's head; it made him look like a science geek.

"Welcome to Kinoko Kingdom! We've been expecting you."

"We?" Tommy echoed.

Karl laughed awkwardly. "We're still waiting for Sapnap."

As he finished explaining, another person ran up to them. "Sorry I'm late." Sapnap grinned sheepishly, messing with his fluffy black hair. A white scarf served as a headband and kept his hair out of his eyes.

Tommy scanned him up and down. Piercings and finger rings gave Sapnap an edgy look. Black long-sleeve underneath a white tee that had a small flame symbol in the centre. Black pants and chequered shoes for running. A mid-length white cape had flame–patterned edges, and it barely covered the sword and knives strapped to his waist.

This was not a man to be messed with.

Sapnap slid his fiery-red eyes to Tommy. For a moment, the blues of Eden met the embers of Hell.

Embers of Hell...

Tommy snapped his gaze away and smiled warily. Sapnap offered an open, honest grin in return. Tommy knew better than to trust it.

"You must be Iris."

Karl's warm, welcoming voice brought Tommy back to the situation; He watched Purpled tense and nod crisply.

"And you three must be Theseus, Proteus, and—" Karl paused before Ranboo: "Lethe."

Tommy found it very suspicious that Karl knew what they were referred to as. Only a few hours ago, Purpled had told them to assume false identities for the sake of "their mission." How could Karl have known about them?

"Sapnap will show you around," Karl instructed them. "I'll be at a meeting with Iris. See you guys later!"

Purpled's eyes betrayed nothing as Tommy waved goodbye. He watched as Purpled and Karl left, talking in hushed tones. Then he turned to catch up with "Proteus," "Lethe" and Sapnap.

He had to be careful.

"Welcome, guys, to Kinoko, I guess. 'Kinoko' means mushroom, and we kinda have that little theme going on."

"Are they real mushrooms?" Slimecicle asked, eyeing the giant red and white toadstools.

"Yes, they are all real, courtesy of a friend of ours."

"Hey, Sapnap!"

A brunette girl waved at them from a few metres away. As she got closer, Tommy assumed she was a cat-hybrid from the small white cat-ear shapes on top of her head and the thin white tail behind her. "Hi, Tina," Sapnap greeted.

"Who are your little friends?" Tina was very cute and had a fittingly sweet voice. Wide brown eyes peered curiously at the trio.

"Hi, I'm Proteus, these are my friends Lethe and Theseus," Slimecicle piped up.

Tina smiled kindly at them. "Nice to meet you guys! I'm Tina Kitin. Are you travelers?"

"Are we travellers?" Tommy whispered to Ranboo.

"Yeah, we are," Ranboo replied for Tina. "We're just stopping by for our friend Iris to visit Mr. Jacobs."

Tina giggled. "Please call him Karl. He's only twenty-three, and 'mister' makes him sound old. We're not ones for formalities here."

Tommy decided Tina was nice. Still, there was something slightly off about Kinoko Kingdom. He pretended nothing was wrong as Sapnap's eyes bore into the back of Tommy's skull and continued chatting with Tina.

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Tommy learned many things today, thanks to Ranboo's calm, persuasive manners, although it worried Tommy how easily Ranboo could lie.

Tina wasn't a Gifted; she was a normal being. She wasn't a cat hybrid either: Tina's "cat ears" were actually white demon horns covered with cotton to prevent them from hurting people by mistake. Her tail was a demon tail, and the features were white because she was an Edenvian, not a Voidling, explaining her sweet personality and angelic looks. She was one of the first citizens of Kinoko.

Kinoko Kingdom was a refuge for people during the chaos. Karl was the founder and started the nation as a tiny community centred around a library. It grew quickly during a "situation" in the Badlands. After the issue was resolved, many Badlands citizens chose to remain in Kinoko. Many travellers and tourists often stop by as well; Kinoko was known for its hospitality and intricate structures.

The whole while, Tommy was lost in his train of thought. This whole place seemed very suspicious, and so did Ranboo.

His suspicions were soon proven correct.

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Purpled and Karl walked in silence through the grass, until the latter pulled them to a stop underneath an old, argent willow. "Thank you for coming," Karl murmured gravely. "There's a lot we have to go over."

"Have any other Dream Team members been involved?"

"No, only Dream, as far as I know. Did anyone else besides Ember and Daemon show up unannounced at the Syndicate?"

"At around seven p.m., Zephyrus brought in his son Wilbur, referred to as Orpheus, to wait for the youngest sibling. I took in Tommy a little later. At around eleven p.m., Slimecicle and Ranboo arrived. Then Ember and Daemon came at around midnight."

"All four of you were at the Syndicate?"

"For half an hour. Tommy ran off and the Dream Team got inside a few seconds later. They've definitely come for us specifically."

A dark look was on Karl's face. "Do you believe what Callahan said? About Tommy and the others?"

"I have never doubted his judgment. But if it were to be true, we can't stop the inevitable, can we?" Purpled grimaced. "The Dream Team will catch up eventually. What I don't understand is what Tommy has that they want so badly."

"The Book of Revival."

Purpled's breathing stopped. "What? I didn't know it was real! And why would Tommy have it?"

The Book of Revival was the most powerful object in the universe. It's said the book connected mortals to gods and could grant the simplest non-Gifteds the divinity of Dream Exdi. The Book of Revival, true to its name, allowed one to bring others back from the dead. If it falls into the wrong hands, it could destroy the world.

"Tommy doesn't have it, his father does."

"Zephyrus has the Book of Revival? Why don't Dream take the book from him instead?"

Karl smiled sadly. "Zephyrus is the Angel of Death. He's much too powerful for Dream, or even for the entire Dream Team."

"But what about Ranboo and Slimecicle? What do they have to do with this?"

"Their job is to bring you two to the end. Your job is to keep Tommy safe. Remember what Callahan told you?"

Yes, I remember. And he hated it, but it was his job. "Thanks, Karl."

Purpled knew what he had to do, and like always, he hated it, but he lived by Quackity's rules. Rule number three was to create no emotional attachments, because of rule four.

Everything gets destroyed.

But as he and Karl returned to the trio, he couldn't help but wonder if it was really that bad to break a few rules now and then.

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"Hello? Sapnap? Tina?"

A young man in his twenties approached them with curiosity. He had a small frame, wrapped in a red cloak that clashed vibrantly with his pale blue shirt. A mushroom beret capped short brown hair. Clout glasses fashionably dangled from his belt. One of his eyes was blue, the other one brown. He didn't look pleased to see them.

"Hey, George!" Tina squealed. "Theseus, Lethe, Proteus, meet GeorgeNotFound! He was the first citizen of Kinoko Kingdom."

"Hi, George," Ranboo greeted shyly.

George scowled. "What are they doing here?" he asked accusingly, narrowing his eyes at Slimecicle and Ranboo.

"We, uh—"

"We're visitors," Tommy butted in quickly.

"Tommy, hi!" George's dark look melted away when he saw Tommy. "How've you been?"

"Hey George," Tommy replied happily. "I've been great, how about you?"

"I'd be better if I knew where the Book of Revival was," George shrugged casually. Tommy's subconsciousness screamed at him for help. A pale blue mist was settling around him, making it hard to breathe.

"The Book of Revival? I don't know where it is," Tommy answered honestly. "Might've seen it around before, though... Is it about to rain?"

"Maybe, the air's kind of heavy today," George agreed.

"Theseus!" Karl called, a few paces behind Purpled's brisk pace as the duo returned from their meeting.

Tommy snapped out of his stupor, confused. "Karl? Iris? What're you doing? Hey, this is my friend George! We were just chatting. He's cool!"

The expressionless calmness on Purpled's face gave way to anger when he saw George. "Karl! Why is he...?!" His eyes flicked between Tommy, Tina, Sapnap, and George. He marched up to Tommy and grabbed him by the wrist. "Let's go. We're leaving."

"You're hurting me," Tommy whimpered. Purpled said nothing as he led Tommy toward the exit.

"Purpled, wait," Sapnap started after them.

"I never told you my name!" Purpled snapped harshly.

"Purpled, let me go!" Tommy yelled, trying to yank his arm away. Purpled held on firmly, furious. Ranboo and Slime trailed behind helplessly. "Let go of me!" Tommy kept trying to break free, but Purpled didn't release until they were nearly half a kilometre away from Kinoko.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Tommy shouted when Purpled let go. Purpled glared at him without saying a word. Tommy grabbed him by the sleeve. "Talk to me!"

"Tommy, do you have any idea who that was?"

Tommy hesitated. "Yes, they're George, Sapnap, and Tina, obviously!"

"You said you were chatting with George, What were you talking about?" Purpled challenged.

"That's none of your business!" Tommy retorted hotly.

"Answer me."

"We were talking about—" Tommy started. Then he paused. What were they talking about? Something about a book? "We were talking about..."

"What?"

Tommy's eyes widened. "Shit, I don't remember!"

"GeorgeNotFound is also known as Glitched. He can warp your mind! You could've been killed, or worse!"

"Why?! I didn't do anything wrong!"

Purpled exhaled, frustrated He took off his mask and locked eyes with Tommy, dead serious. "They want the Book of Revival. And you can help them get it. Without you, they'll never get the book."

"What? But, how..."

Purpled stared at him, anger melting into... sympathy? "This mission isn't actually my mission, nor is it Ranboo's, or Slime's. It's yours."

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TWs for the chapter: brief mentions of death

Chapter Eight: Fire Beneath My Feet (is Burnin' Bright)

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Why did he agree to this?

Tommy rolled upright in his sleeping bag and looked around. Beside him, Ranboo muttered something incomprehensible. Slimecicle was slumped against a tree, head drooped in some sort of resting position, also out cold. The moon was close to the horizon; it was the last hours of nighttime.

Tommy wondered what had convinced him to follow Purpled. He missed Wilbur. Who knows how long until he sees them again?

Are they hanging out alright? Does Dad care? Is Wilbur okay?

He suddenly had a terrible feeling in his gut. Will I ever see them again? The thought sickened him. He curled up in a ball, hugging his knees to his chest and trying his hardest not to cry.

"You okay?"

Tommy jumped at the voice. He looked up to see Purpled sitting casually against a tree, head slightly lowered but eyes lifted to stare at Tommy. He looked very intimidating, but Tommy wasn't afraid of him. There was no threat in Purpled's gaze nor his posture.

"I'm fine," Tommy mumbled.

"You sure?"

"No."

Purpled stood up and moved silently over to him. He sat down fluidly, almost catlike, next to Tommy, their sides a shift away from touching. Tommy felt a strange vulnerability with the mercenary.

Purpled's eyes were shining with sympathy. "You don't have to prove anything to anyone. You can back out from this. We're killing a rumored god. No one expects you to be a hero."

"But what if I want to? What if I want to be a hero?"

"Then I won't stop you."

"That's cool." Then Tommy smiled and pointed up at the night sky. "Look, it's Corona Borealis."

"Ariadne's crown?"

"Yeah. Do you read Greek mythology?"

"I know a few stories."

"Did I ever tell you guys about the Icarus Theory?"

Purpled shook his head. Tommy laughed softly, suddenly shy. "It's just something silly I made up," he whispered. "I believe in it though."

A warm breeze stroked the summer night, ruffling Purpled's pale blond hair. His face, though covered, was sincere and inviting, surprising Tommy. "Enlighten me."

Then Purpled reached up and pulled his mask off, bringing a water bottle to his lips with a shy smile. His face wasn't quite what Tommy expected. It was sharp but somewhat cute, with a natural boyish charm. He took a slow sip of the water.

"I believe that everyone, everything is connected in some way," Tommy confessed, not taking his eyes off Purpled's face. "Like, in some way, fate would always bring us all together. And in every life a person lives, there will always be something I think is kind of like a thread that ties them to the outcome of their life."

Purpled appeared thoughtful. "I agree with that," he admitted. "We can't escape our fates, but we can choose how we live it."

"Yeah," Tommy whispered. "Exactly like that."

As the world woke up, Tommy pondered the questions he had about all this. Who was I meant to be? What does my theory mean to me? To life? How do I become the person I need to be?

Tommy remembered a story Techno had told him. Theseus, a mortal king whose stories of adventure and bravery rivalled even those of the Original Gods. Theseus was called a hero.

The question is, what makes a hero?

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Purpled didn't say much after they set out again, aside from "we'll be at Kinoko in a few hours," and something told Tommy not to press on the early morning's events. He decided to spend time chatting with Ranboo to take his mind off the stress of the situation.

"Heyyy," Tommy greeted as he sauntered up to the abnormally tall introvert.

"Hello."

Suddenly, Tommy realised he didn't know how to ignite conversation. "So, uh, what do you normally do around this time?"

"I'd be in my garden, doing whatever. You?"

Although the chat was awkward, Tommy didn't really mind. He felt very comfortable and happy with Ranboo. "I'd probably be asleep," he joked.

Ranboo smiled, careful to keep his mouth closed. "Are you from Camarvan, the capital of L'Manberg?"

Tommy nodded. "How about you?"

"Snowchester. Can you tell me about some people in L'Manberg? I've never been there before."

"Well, most of the people are... quite spirited." Tommy grinned. "There's this girl named Niki, she's a Sentiment—emotion control and sh!t. Sweetest girl ever, she's so awesome. She runs a bakery and makes the best tarts. Oh, and there's this guy named Jack, non-Gifted. He's a software engineer and a massive bald nerd."

Ranboo chucked, silently asking Tommy to go on.

"And there's my best buddy chum pal Toby Score, but he goes by Tubbo. He named himself after Tubbo Schlatt. I think I've mentioned him before." Tommy pointed to the embroidered bee on his bandanna.

"Tell me more about him, please."

"Why, are you interested or something? He's gay if you're wondering."

Tommy's unexpected joke surprised Ranboo. "What? No, I just feel like I know him."

"Hmm, I'm not sure, but I think he's mentioned one of his old friends once or twice who sounds kinda like you. 'Tall, hybrid, shy,' something along those lines."

"Does he have a Clydesdale horse named Spots?"

Tommy stared at him, startled. "What?" That was so random.

Ranboo shook his head. "No, nevermind, sorry. I don't know why I said that, I don't even know anyone with a horse—"

"Ranboo." Tommy stopped walking and looked dead serious. "Tubbo does have a Clydesdale. Named Spots."

Ranboo's eyes widened. "What? But how...?"

"We're reaching Kinoko," Slimecicle called from the front.

"Thanks," Ranboo responded, leaving the conversation behind and walking slower to fall back away from Tommy. Tommy trudged ahead, mind whirling.

He knows Tubbo, but he says he doesn't remember.

He knows exactly where I'm from, and I've never told anyone here.

Says he's never been to L'Manberg, but knows everything about it, coming from the countryside of Snowchester.

Who was he really?

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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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I have to thank you guys so much for all the support and enthusiasm for this "project." TBH I didn't expect to finish even the first two chapters lol. I appreciate the people who always read new parts, who give suggestions, who add OCs, and even just the people who comment. You guys gave me motivation to continue, so thank you 💜

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Someone tell me what other flags I should add (these are very old, I need new ones please)

HELLO DREAM SMP FANDOM

I HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION

Do any of you have a Minecraft account? I wanna hang out ;-;

Im building a remodeled Kinoko Kingdom and I wanna know if anyone would like to help me build it, also I’m planning on building all the factions but not the exact same cause I lack commitment.

My parents don’t allow discord but it’ll still be fun I hope!

My Minecraft username; SlyRaccoon99728

I’m bored so I decided to post the DSMP related clay things I’m making-

1. Drem Blob :)

2. Ranboo Smile thingy-

3. Starborne Scott thingy (not really related but he has a wiki page so…-)

4. Tubbo nuke symbol because ✨yes✨

5. A Lemon for my Ponk stans out there (i.e.: me and my Irl friend)

6. ✨F. U. N. D. Y.✨

7. Kinoko-shrooms

Let’s Get it!

Karl - PJ

Ponk - @Gacha xx Tuber

Bad, Quackity - Ness

Slime - Elf (Fle)

Sapnap - @Morningsky155

Really proud of the L'manburg one

1. Ranboo[and Ghostboo] has toe beans and Tubbo absolutely adores them.

2. Sapnap and Karl occasionally babysit Michael. During this, Karl will tell Michael his time traveling stories as bedtime stories. [Don't ask me how Michael gets to the other side of the goddamn map, I don't know either.]

3. Captain Puffy and Sally would sail together. Puffy has Sally's old hat hung up in her house as a small memorial.

And one thought that's been on my mind:

Phil fucked a samsung fridge, which gave birth to the human, Wilbur Soot.

Wilbur Soot fucked a fish, which gave birth to the fox furry man, Fundy.

Going with this logic, Fundy could fuck a tree and the tree would give birth to a bee. That's how amazing this lore has become. :]

I made some, and i’ll use them as keychains ig. im gonna iron them later tonight or tomorrow idk

Which one will be destoryed first? Kinoko or Las Nevadas?

I'm betting on Las Nevadas because Sam in is Las Nevadas, and Sam killed Ranboo. So I feel like Tubbo and Karl would do an unexpected team-up to blow up Las Nevadas. I feel like Sapnap would be peer pressured into it by Karl and Tubbo. After the bombing of Las Nevadas, Kinoko would go to a semi conflict due to come members not agreeing with the bombing as Kinoko was supposed to be a peaceful country. But due to Karl's hate for Quackity, he broke his own rule.

I also feel as if Purpled would join Kinoko's side, as he wants power over Quackity, and Las Nevadas is what he has left after Slime died.

This war would be as big as the Manburg vs. Pogtopia war if it happened.

1. Technoblade(first design made)

2. Ranboo(2nd design ever made-)

3. Karl Jacobs (My most intricate design)

4. Tubbo_ (nothing to say, I just like him :] )

5. GeorgeNotFound (Kinoko Kingdom Arc) ((Probably one of my least favorites, the only thing saving it is the hat-)

6. BadBoyHalo (my least favorite design, it's way too simple but idk what to do so-)

7. Wilbur Soot (Revived) ((Another one of my least favorites, which is again just too simple-))

8. Quackity (iPad kid, how nice- 🙂👍)

9. Ph1lza Minecraft (D a d z a)

10. Dream (Just..Dream-)

Bonus: My Ghostboo design I hate :]

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Me and one of my partners came up with this but what if purpled was mind controlling karl to get back at quackity? karl's eyes were yellow in the stream, and the opposite of yellow on the color wheel is purple. and purpled would have a motive. idk just a thought :]

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