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I'm writing chapters nineteen & twenty of The Icarus Theory, involving a lot of the Syndicate. This post is for the people with Syndicate OCs:
@Avalon2009 (Avalon)
@NoodleNotFound (Erika)
@AVAfan12 (Alyna & Charles)
@YourFriendlyNoob3712 (Sandra)
Do you you want your characters to DIE?!
YES or NO
If YES, pick two options:
Murdered by Ranboo(?)
Killed by Sapnap (friendship with Technoblade)
Death by Sam
Unalived by Skeppy
Blown up by Wilbur (my L'Manberg)
Sacrificing themselves
If NO, say no ig
(Edited by CantThinkOfUserRN)
“welcome. we’ve been expecting you. please, have a seat.”
well?? what are you waiting for?? you know it’s rude to have these guys waiting,, do take a seat🪑
really no explanation, the prompt just reminded me of the syndicate for some reason
i guess when very formal meetings happen the leader would say “rise” to make sure everyone’s here, igg
hehe pov you got invited to the syndicate,, wyd,,
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NEMESIS
explanation: it was a fortune to niki when she joined the syndicate :3 (idk if this is true since i never got into lore)
THIS TOOK FOREVER FOR NO REASON AND I DONT EVEN LIKE IT HELPP
ALSO WE’VE REACHED THE 10TH DAY WOOHOO??!!!
guys please help me with the prompt “wander” since my idea for it is kinda ass tysm :33
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Hello
If you're a returning reader who needs a refresher or you're new to the series, here's the link to the Wattpad book (still WIP):
https://www.wattpad.com/story/338220134-the-icarus-theory
Hint: There's another fanfiction coming out soon :0
Thanks for reading :D
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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
Sorry for the wait!!! Enjoy the final chapter of the short story!!
Business was booming, as everyone wanted to buy from the stand that Melpomene frequented. It got to such a high point that the pair were able to rent out and eventually buy the open space beneath Niki’s flat. They would have never even thought about looking at the space had there not been an anonymous donation to the stand.
Niki was in the back, mixing up some batter for the cupcakes. Meanwhile, the chef that they had hired, Bad, was minding the ovens which were full with the new muffins that he had insisted on trying. Jack called back into the kitchen from the front.
“Niki, he’s back!” She grinned, and dusted the flour off of her hands. Niki grabbed four experimental cupcakes from the tray and wrapped them in clear cellophane complete with a navy and pink bow. Niki had been so happy when the wrapping had graduated from the brown paper bags. She was also more than glad to test out new recipes on their friend, as Melpomene always seemed to attract customers yet drive them away. When she opened the door to the shop, Niki gasped. Melpomene sheepishly gestures to the myriad of villains behind him, including but not limited to Theseus, Achilles, and Bellerophon. The others waved behind them.
“Hello, I hope that you don’t mind if the Syndicate had a little meeting here?”
“We’re going to need more cupcakes.”
The stand had picked up since Wilbur’s visit. He had turned into a regular along with a headstrong blond teen that Jack had quickly befriended, a stoic and frankly intimidating guy with a long pink braid, and a man who wore a bucket hat every time that he had visited. They seemed to be a family, as sometimes one of them would pick up four of something in the morning or they all would often show up in a rush to be somewhere but drop in to say hello.
Today the motley family was the least of the stand’s concerns, as Niki turned the corner to see Melpomene, the nefarious villain of the Syndicate, at their stand. The tray of tarts almost fell out of her trembling hands as she approached Jack. He was shaking, but trying to put on a brave face. He put himself between Melpomene and Niki.
“We don’t want any trouble, mate.”
“Neither do I.” His crisp English accent was melodic in a way. Soothing despite the villain’s dark attire. His black cape with the red and navy lining moved with invisible wind.
“Then if you don’t mind me asking, what can we do for you?” Niki pushed Jack aside gently, her voice cracking. She set the tray of tarts down on the stand, gesturing to them. “Tarts?”
“Four, please.” Melpomene reached a hand under his cape and into his utility belt. Jack and Niki braced themselves for the inevitable robbing. He pulled out a ten. Jack made change while glancing up with uncertainty while Niki wrapped up the tarts carefully.
“Have a nice day, sir.”
“You as well.” And with that, the villain disappeared.
“He didn’t take the change,” Jack remarked.
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Syndicate OCs Mentioned: Artemis (Avalon) & Daphne (Sandra)
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Chapter Six: Vibrant Colors (From the Lights Fade Away)
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Purpled slipped into the dim Syndicate Meeting Room. A small round table stood in the center of the room, six chairs sitting around it. Purpled narrowed his eyes, mouth set in a grim line. A corner of the room was much darker than the rest.
"Daemon. Face me."
Daemon turned around from his corner. Centerless milky-white voids peered intelligently at Purpled. The superhuman creature had black skin and was dressed in the dark color as well, red outlines on his shoulders. The hood of his cloak was drawn up, covering black hair. Small horns protruded from his forehead, and a thin tail swished tauntingly.
He smiled pleasantly. "Please, call me BadBoyHalo. Hi, Iris. How are you?"
"I'm fine, but I'd be better off when you and Ember are gone."
Bad narrowed his eyes. "What did Ember ever do to you?"
Purpled decided to play it safe. "Not much, he just burned down a few countries and traumatized a few kids. Nothin' too personal." His cheeky response earned a friendly grin from Bad.
Daemon/Bad was an Intriguer and a Shadower, a Slashskill. He was able to Manipulate, an ability that allows Intriguers to have access to their victims' thoughts; pretty much mind control and mind reading in a package deal. However, his skills are not as powerful as the Puppetmaster's. While the Puppetmaster could Manipulate anyone he wished to and as many as ten people at once, Bad could only do so for one person at a time, and for a short period.
Bad also has the abilities of a Shadower. Although unable to appear and disappear entirely, he is able to control darkness, and could conceal himself by cloaking himself in shadows. Basically, he could create anything using pure darkness, including living beings. His skills also go into a metaphorical sense. Bad is able to overwhelm victims with paralyzing feelings of fear, sadness or anger.
But fortunately, BadBoyHalo is known as the Dream Team Saint for his personality. Still, it'd be better to avoid provoking the good-natured Voidling...
Too late though, haha. Guess I'll have to fight.
"Feisty, are you not?" Daemon scowls, eyes slitted, and unsheathes his sword.
Purpled cocked his head, giving a coy smile. The netherite rapier in his grip hummed with energy, begging to taste blood. "I guess you could call me that."
"I really don't want to hurt you, but the captain's orders." A soft puff was audible, and suddenly Daemon disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke. The room's electricity flickered, then went pitch-black.
Purpled squeezed his eyes shut and sighed.
Both Gifteds heard a crackle. A small violet light appeared in the center of the room; Purpled's fist was glowing with electricity, and soon, his sword lit up as well. The young man grinned from beneath his mask. Moments later, a pop was heard as a lightbulb exploded from energy, and the room lit up with an eerie majestic purple glow.
His antennae twitched, Swiftly, he whirled around and a crash of netherite on obsidian could be heard as Purpled deflected Daemon's blow. "The lighting is much better, huh? More dramatic."
"I prefer the dark." Daemon whirled around and disappeared in another puff of smoke. A dark cloud began to rise, and uneasiness prickled the hairs on Purpled's arm. A few seconds later, the temporarily-electric lights dimmed greatly.
"That's not fair," Purpled commented, until he saw a darker mass in the silhouette of a humanoid. He swung his sword at it, only to realize with a sinking feeling when it cut clean through, shadow dissipating.
Alarms flashed in his mind as he suddenly danced to the side, yelping when a sharp blade carved down his arm. His head spun, warm liquid spilling down his arm. That would've cut me in half.
Another attack smashed down against Purpled's sword. He gritted his teeth as intense shockwaves slammed through his body. The grinding of metal blended with the alarm sirens in the distance. His thoughts clouded as blood continued to drain from his arm, and his grip faltered just enough for Daemon to shove him to the ground.
No electricity skills, it drains his energy too quickly. No fighting techniques were useful since he was on the ground. Purpled couldn't think clearly and could only raise his sword as Daemon's came down. As the metal crashed, Daemon's eyes widened.
"Whoa. Fudge, you're—you're a kid!" Daemon exclaimed. He dropped his weapon. "I can't kill a kid!"
"Took you long enough," Purpled panted. The room was spinning, and the edge of his vision was fading. With a pained grunt, he pulled himself up, leaning heavily against the wall. "So you're not gonna kill me?"
"No."
"Can you tell me where the Puppetmaster is?" Purpled asked as he tore off a strip of his jacket and tied it around his arm the best he could.
"Dream? No, I can't tell you. Sorry. But Callahan could help, maybe. Gotta go now, my partner's waiting." With a puff of smoke, Daemon disappeared, without giving Purpled a chance to speak and probably leaving Ember behind as well. Bewildered, Purpled started walking back, still dazed. He hoped the others were safe.
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After checking up on the three boys he'd left behind, Purpled visited the medic, Daphne. He was not surprised to see Artemis there. She grinned at him and waved, her hand and wrist bandaged. Purpled smiled back and pushed aside the curtain to Daphne's room.
"Not another one." Daphne grimaced at the blood-soaked cloth. "What happened to you?"
"Daemon happened. It's not that bad," Purpled assured her, even as he winced. "I just thought I should stop by so you wouldn't kill me."
"You thought right," Daphne smiled affectionately and started changing his bandages.
"What happened to Artemis?"
"Same as you. She and Wilbur had a run-in with Ember." Daphne shook her head. "You know, her being her, she fought him off. She's quite a good fighter, you know. She'll recover, like she always does."
"Oh, okay. Good. Is Wilbur alright?"
"Yeah, he is. Ember poofed off too." The news reassured Purpled enough to drop by and have a talk with Callahan.
Harpocrates looked up when Purpled approached him in the Syndicate lobby. The satyr smiled easily.
Hello, Iris, he signed.
Purpled gave one of his rare friendly smiles to Callahan, also known as Harpocrates. "Purpled for now is fine," he assured.
How can I help you today?
"I had a run-in with Daemon earlier." At Callahan's concerned look, he added, "don't worry, I'm fine. He told me to ask you about the Puppetmaster's whereabouts?"
Ah, of course. You'll have to find him along with the other three.
"As in, the three?"
Yes. It's written in fate.
Callahan had special abilities, but wasn't necessarily a Gifted. No one actually knew exactly what Callahan was. Rumors say Harpocrates was a deity, god of the timestream. Others say that he is an oracle, or a psychic capable of predicting the future. In any way, he was all-knowing. Purpled knew better than to ignore Callahan's judgement.
"All right then, I'll go find them."
As Purpled turned to leave, Callahan signed one last message to him. Purpled paused, processing the message. He then accepted Callahan's gift, tucking it into his jacket pocket and zipping it up for extra security. "Alright, I understand. Thank you."
Good luck, Purpled.
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"Iris! You're back! Are you okay?" Ranboo asked the moment Purpled returned to the bunker. Purpled gave a short nod to him, before tossing Tommy his confiscated backpack.
"Here, take that." Purpled proceeded to return Ranboo's bag as well. He then slung a black pack full of supplies onto his own back.
"You three." He gestures to Tommy, Slimecicle and Ranboo. "You three are leaving with me."
"The fuck? Who do you think you are, bitch?" Tommy gaped at him. "And what about Will? And my dad?"
"They know. You'll be back to them soon." Tommy looked like he was about to protest again, but silenced himself at Purpled's glare.
"We could come," Ranboo offered. "But where are you taking us?"
"We're going to find someone called the Puppetmaster. Ranboo, can you let us out of here? I really don't want to run into anyone unpleasant."
Ranboo froze. "I uh, sure? Right now?"
"If you're okay with it."
A swirl of purple mist began to surround the four boys. "Whoa, this is goopy," Slimecicle exclaimed, looking elated. Bluish sparks of energy crashed and collided in the smoke around them. Purpled looked down and saw his fingertips disintegrating into pale particles.
Callahan was right. Soon his senses faded until all he could see was red and green eyes, and all he could feel was a comforting warmth.
A sudden cool wind snapped him back to reality, and he opened his eyes. Moonlight dappled the pine needle carpets of the forest in front of them, pearly rays filtering through lush green leaves. Early-morning passerine melodies could be heard in the distance. He turned to Ranboo. "Thanks."
"No problem." The hybrid looked a bit shaken from something earlier. As Purpled was about to ask what was wrong, a fwoop sound could be heard. Three boys turned to Tommy.
Tommy's blond hair was a shining silver-rimmed golden halo, blue eyes sparkling and mirroring the heavens. He leaned back, pulling his arms above his head. Two giant black wings that resembled crows' unfurled and stretched, feathers glinting with the sheen of snowflake obsidian. He looked like an angel.
Tommy turned to Purpled's impressed stare. He grinned, full of energy. "It's about damn time."
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TWs for the chapter: abandonment, weapons, violence, gore
TWs for this part: abandonment, mentions of weapons
Chapter name is a line from "Jesus in LA" by Alec Benjamin
Chapter Five: Vibrant Colors (From the Lights Fade Away)
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Life's been pretty crazy lately. Purpled couldn't keep up. You'd think the anniversary of your brother and sole family member's disappearance would give you an excuse to take the day off, right?
Yeah, no. And frankly, Purpled was utterly exhausted. But a job's a job, and Punz trained him well.
It started with self defense. Punz had sprung up the question one day, while they sat with a galaxy puzzle splayed on Purpled's desk. Punz claimed his little brother needed to know how to protect himself in case something inevitably went wrong.
Of course, Purpled agreed. And they worked on that together. In a month, he was able to deflect nearly all of Punz's advances, and knew how to hold someone in a chokehold, how to use different self-defense devices, and how to knock the assailant off-balance.
Then they started on offense. Punz taught him everything he knew; swords, spears, knives, bows, axes, pickaxes, hand-to-hand, martial arts, explosives, even how to fight with a shovel. Purpled regretted never asking where Punz learned.
And Purpled had given his all, but it wasn't enough. Punz just decided to walk away. He left.
Only a few days after his brother departed for one of his "business trips," Purpled had discovered a small box of envelopes on Punz's desk. Although thinking Punz had probably wanted them private, twelve-year-old Purpled's curiosity got the best of him.
He sat down and read them, one afternoon.
And when he exited the room, he wasn't the same anymore.
Inside he knew, Punz only wanted the best for him. He did this for the two of them. But it was still so horrible. Punz had only been fifteen, working as a mercenary to earn money for them.
A part of Purpled was sympathetic and worried for his brother. The other half was furious that Punz had kept it from him. He wanted to be there for his sibling, and Punz had pushed him away.
Still, Punz was his brother, and his whole family. Purpled awaited his return, so that they could sit down and talk things out, and within a few days things would be completely fine again between them.
He didn't think much when Punz was a few days late. He was a bit confused when Punz hadn't returned after a week. But he kept going on the futile waiting for a loved one who's already been lost.
A month over the return date. Purpled's birthday quietly slipped by. Two months. He took up mandolin as a hobby. Three months. Christmas crept by silently, and Purpled didn't even notice. He watched New Year go by alone.
Four months.
Punz wasn't coming back.
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"Wilbur? Shit, man, I gotta go! I mean, I gotta find Wilbur!" Tommy whirled around and started to dash out the door. He stumbled straight into the other "captive," the Slime who had been taking in with Ranboo. Slimecicle had somehow escaped containment.
"Whoa, hey buddy! Be careful!" Slimecicle called cheerily. Tommy shrugged him off and made a run for it.
"Stay here," Purpled ordered Ranboo. Then he cursed softly before turning and running out, chasing after the reckless blond teen.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. He's gonna get murdered.
"Tommy!" Purpled hissed into the flashing red halls. "Toms?"
Mad footfalls echoed from a corridor to the left. Purpled groaned in annoyance, and followed. What an idiot. He's obviously never heard of neither Ember nor Daemon before! They're gonna kill him.
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Tommy skidded to a halt when he overheard his brother's voice. Resisting the urge to shout out, Tommy clenched his jaw and listened just out of sight.
"I don't know where he is," Wilbur's voice growled.
A soft-edged, unfamiliar voice laughed softly. "I'm sure you wouldn't want him to meet someone less merciful, Orpheus? If we don't get to him now, what are the chances he'd find trouble?"
"He doesn't get into trouble. It finds him first," Wilbur defended.
"What if that trouble comes in the form of something deadly? Or should I say, someone?"
"That won't happen. I've promised Lady Death I'd take care of her son."
Tommy's blood chilled. Lady Death, and Wilbur referring to her son...
They're talking about me.
"I know you'd do anything to protect Tommy," the person confirmed, "and I respect that. But what are you going to do when he runs into someone like Sapnap? Or Dream? Or Punz?"
Tommy knew who Dream was. People called him the Puppetmaster, the Spider, He who Pulls, God of the Marionettes. Dream sounded quite terrifying.
Sapnap and Punz, though, Tommy didn't like the sound of those names.
Suddenly both voices quieted. "He's coming. Ember is coming," the unknown person(?) warned. "Good luck, Orpheus." Tommy decided it was his time to step out, and waited a good ten seconds while faking footsteps growing louder. He heard Wilbur shuffling around, trying to look normal, most likely.
Tommy hated liars, and it seemed he couldn't even trust his own big brother anymore. He rounded the corner and ploughed into Wilbur.
"Tommy? What're you-" Wilbur spun around, seemingly startled. Such a good actor. "What are you doing here?"
"I could say the same for you. Why didn't you tell me you were part of this shit? Why didn't you tell me this crappy hotel was an underground base?" Tommy shot back.
"I'm not part of this, Tommy, I swear," Wilbur started.
"No time to explain, 'pheus." Tommy turned at the sound of Iris's voice. "We have to go. They know where we are." Chills were sent down Tommy's spine when he saw the look on Iris's face. Fear.
Tommy remembered that Iris was still so young, having to go through all this in a fucked-up world, alone. This place is so messed up.
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"We have to go. They know where we are," Purpled breathed, after getting lost and finally catching up to Tommy. He knew he had intruded on something important, but it probably could wait.
Tommy stared at Purpled. For a moment, the poor boy looked mortified. But before he could reply, loud, heavy footsteps rapidly started approaching them.
Purpled's eyes widened. "Quick, to the right. Run." He turned to the two boys behind him, calculating the distance between the bunker and the intruder. "Go," he ordered, giving Tommy a shove towards the bunker. When they didn't move, Purpled called for them to leave again. "Back to the bunker. Find Artemis and Aphrodite. Go! Hurry!"
Then he turned and ran with light, padded strides to the meeting room. There was a dark aura coming from that direction, and from Punz's lessons, only Daemon could make that type of energy. Not knowing what to expect, he drew his sword.
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TWs for the chapter: Manipulation, trauma, memory loss, mild panic attack, weapons
TWs for this part: Brief mention of a weapon
Chapter Five: You Can't Fight It (You Can't Breathe)
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"So this is the infamous Ranboo B'Luvid, huh?"
A fiery brunette gazed up at Ranboo with interest. "What's a kid doing here, committing crimes?" She grinned at him in a friendly manner.
"I didn't—" Ranboo protested.
"That's enough playing, Artemis," Iris cut in. Ranboo noticed "Artemis" roll her eyes. He smiled despite the situation. She and Ranboo would've been great friends.
"Let's put him with the other new guy," Iris offered. He sounded tired. Now that the main drama was over, Ranboo finally got a good look at him, having taken off his hood upon arrival.
The Syndicator seemed younger than Ranboo suspected, probably not even twenty. He had a rather handsome face covered halfway by a black mask, and pale sandy blond hair. Two antennae with small, shiny purple orb ends bobbed from his head, matching the color of his eyes. He looked utterly exhausted, faint bluish bags under his eyes. Someone was overworking him.
Artemis and Iris led Ranboo down a long, dimly-lit hallway. Artemis was a girl of about twenty, with long, wavy brown hair and dark eyes. She dressed a bit creepily, wearing a hooded cloak and a sword strapped to her waist, but she seemed more open and friendly than Iris.
A silverish door slid open, revealing a small "bedroom." The walls were dark green-gray, and a scratchy carpet was underfoot. Bunk beds lined the walls, and sitting on one of them, facing the new arrivals was an attractive blond boy.
"HELLO," the boy called, grinning. He had tousled golden-blond hair and the purest blue eyes Ranboo had ever seen. He wore a red jacket and dark jeans, and a bright smile. "Oh, new friend! Who's this?"
"Theseus, meet..." Iris paused, glancing at Ranboo. "Ranboo."
"Ranboo," Theseus repeated softly. Ranboo had a vague idea of suspicion in his gut.
"And Ranboo, this is Theseus. He's a new guy too."
Ranboo shook hands with Theseus. "Hey there, mate," Theseus greeted. "Nice to meet you." His voice was heavily accented. He's from the northern parts of Essempi. Probably L'Manberg, by his clothing.
Wait, how do I know that? Ranboo was mortified. He hadn't ever been to L'Manberg.
"You 'kay? Looking' a little pale 'n' shit," Theseus peered at him. Ranboo coughed, saying he was fine. Artemis left the room quickly, leaving the two alone with Iris.
"So, you guys are gonna stay here for a while until we get things sorted," Iris informed them. "Theseus, there's some guys waiting to meet you. Zephyrus, and his son Orpheus. They could be related to you."
"What do I do?" Ranboo asked.
Iris started to reply, but then the door slid open. Another Syndicator rushed in. "Aphrodite? What's wrong, why are you here?" Iris asked, tense.
"Lockdown. We're on lockdown. Ember and Daemon's broken in. And Wilb—I mean, Orpheus—"
Ranboo heard a sharp intake of breath from Tommy.
There was no mistake about the tremor in Tommy's voice when he uttered,
"Wilbur?"
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Lol, short chapter?? Haha, I'm so funny :)
Anyways to kinda make up for it, here's a brief backstory summary of the main characters so far.
Also, in the fanon universe of Icarus Theory, when you're born, your parents will name you something, and that would be your "real name." Then, when you reach 10 years old, you're allowed to choose another name for yourself. You can continue going by your first name (like Ranboo) or you can pick another one (like Tommy). I hope that's not too confusing lol
Thomas Innit Craft
17 years old
He chose his name to be Theseus. He goes by Theseus publicly, being the son of the president. His dad named him after Tommy Innit, a child hero from the founding of the Essempi (read chapter two for reference).
Tommy is very spunky, sarcastic, and brash, but is also sweet and extremely awkward.
His biggest fear would be failing to protect his loved ones.
Grayson Wood
18 years old
He chose the name Purpled. Purpled hates people calling him by his real name, as it reminds him too much of his family and his backstory.
He's very quiet and cold and has learned to always rely on himself. He lives by Quackity's rules, mainly No Emotional Attachments.
Purpled has trauma from his childhood. His parents disappeared when he was three, and he has no memories of them. He was raised by his brother Luke (Punz), but their relationship was destroyed after Purpled found something he shouldn't have.
Ranboo B'Luvid
17 years old
Ranboo decided to keep his name as it is.
He's very shy and doesn't speak much. He's very anxious and afraid of people's judgment but can be very sweet sometimes.
Having Dream living inside his head, Ranboo became extremely depressed. His memory issues don't help either. He was once friends with someone he doesn't remember (it's Tubbo btw), and his biggest fear would be to forget everything else.
Slimecicle
~20 years old
Slimecicle never chose a name, as he became alive and was raised in a laboratory in L'Manberg, going by SLM-9808.
Slime is very bright and optimistic. He behaves like a young child and is curious about everything around him.
He was very upset about his friend Charlie's death, as xe was the only scientist he befriended. However, being a positive humanoid, Slime took it as motivation to move forward.
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Chapter featuring Alien, an OC by @Gacha xx Tuber
TWs for the chapter: Manipulation, trauma, memory loss, mild panic attack, weapons
TWs for this part: weapons, mentions of trauma
Chapter Five: You Can't Fight It (You Can't Breathe)
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Las Nevadas was quite a big nation.
Like, it was ginormous. As Ranboo looked on, he felt as if the capitol city would be half the size of the entire state of Snowchester.
Sighing, he thought about his little cabin for perhaps the thousandth time in the past two days. He missed it dearly, and longed to go back. But the whole trip, Dream had been completely silent. Maybe Ranboo was right.
He glanced at his friend next to him. "Ranboo from Snowchester, is this Las Nevadas?" Slimecicle asked excitedly. Even at night, Las Nevadas' bright lights illuminated all things around, rivaling the moon and stars.
"Yeah, it is," Ranboo replied softly, but felt giddy and more explosive than a block of TNT. He felt like the sparkling snow drink from Snowchester.
Snowchester again?
Ranboo sighed, before moving forwards again. Like always, Slime followed happily.
They had met about a day ago. Ranboo had seen a blobby green humanoid wearing a white suit, crying at the edge of a forest. He asked if Slime was alright, and the two became friends rather quickly.
Ranboo had explained he was heading towards Las Nevadas, and Slime asked to come along. Of course, Ranboo agreed, thinking he'd want the company, and that they could become friends. However, that proved to be much more difficult than originally thought.
It was hard having a friend when you've lived in solitude your entire life. Ranboo didn't really talk to anyone and kept conversations with merchants and townspeople to a minimum. Having a companion who wasn't weird and annoying (like Dream) was strange, albeit Ranboo was pleased by the easy friendship.
Ranboo teleported himself and Slime into the "town square," patiently waiting as Slime rushed around pointing out every single store, person, and plant. Lost in his thoughts, Ranboo didn't notice the new person approaching until Slime called out, "Look, Ranboo from Snowchester! A new friend!"
"Hello!" A small being cheered in a warbly, enchanting voice. Ranboo looked down. It was inconvenient, interacting with a shorter person when Ranboo was freakishly tall at over six and a half feet, and this new guy was about four feet tall.
Ranboo respectfully bent down. The good-natured fellow didn't seem to react, gushing an introduction. "Hi, I'm Alien! What's your name?" They didn't appear to be human, with pitch-black void eyes with question mark pupils set in unnaturally pale skin. A cute face was framed by neck-length black hair and bangs, half of the bangs a neon green. A bright cape was tied on their back.
"Uh, hey... I'm Ranboo."
"Where are you from, Ranboo and his friend?" Alien cocked their head at Slime, who had ran over to meet the new person.
"That's my buddy Slimecicle. I'm from Snowchester, and he's from L'Manberg."
"L'Manberg?" Alien's eyes widened. "What's it like there?"
"Very nice, I'm guessing," Slime announced proudly. Then the smile faded from his lips as he remembered an unpleasant memory.
"So uh," Ranboo broke in, shifting uncomfortably. "Do you know a place we could stay for a bit? Like, settle down, find a job?"
"Oh, I recommend the House of the Snowfall. Very good service. Oh, and, Ranboo B'Luvid? Portaler, correct?" Alien lowered their voice. It didn't occur to Ranboo until later that he had only told Alien his first name. "You might wanna watch out. People here are trying to catch you. You're kinda wanted here."
Chills ran down Ranboo's spine, "Me? What did I do?"
"Rumors say you work with Dream. He's kinda a baddie around here."
"Wait, but–"
Alien hastily backed up, a wide grin plastered on their face. "Nice meeting you, Ronnie!" they called, purposefully loud enough for others to hear. "Good luck!"
Ronnie? Dream? Wanted?
The words made Ranboo's head spin. Slimecicle didn't know what Alien was implying either. "Well," the optimistic slime announced cheerfully, "we can work on that later. For now let's try and find the House of the Snowfall!"
Ranboo peered at his map. "Okay, here it says to go west..."
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Ranboo wasn't sure what went wrong, but now he's being threatened by a netherite blade, and Slime was in a big tempered-glass box, looking very content and sitting waist-deep in water.
"Please don't hurt me," Ranboo pleaded.
"Sorry, it's my job," Iris dismissed coldly. At least, Ranboo thinks his name is Iris. That was what the tiny purple stitching on his armor read, anyway.
"Whatever you've been told, I'm not working for Dream. I hate that guy, actually. He bullies me and makes me sad."
"Do you know where he is?" Iris asked. When Ranboo shook his head, Iris tried other names. Apparently, he was also looking for Dream's companions: Ember, Daemon and Glitched. Ranboo had never heard of any of them before.
He was also searching for a mercenary named Áspro. "Wow, you're after quite a lot of people," Ranboo attempted to joke. Iris didn't find that funny, still glaring at him with that calculating look. Ranboo silently cursed himself, pondering what to do.
"Ranboo B'Luvid. Affiliated with Dream, also known as the Puppetmaster. Wanted in L'Manberg, Kinoko Kingdom, Logstedshire, and Las Nevadas for assault, thievery, arson, and murder." Iris paused, a deadly look in his vibrant purple eyes. "Sound familiar?"
Ranboo was horrified. "What? No! I am Ranboo B'Luvid, but I didn't do any of that! I haven't ever been to L'Manberg, or Kinky Kingdom, I haven't even heard of Logs-died-sure! You have the wrong guy."
"I'm going to have to take you in for questioning," Iris announced quietly. It was clear he didn't believe Ranboo, but the pressure of the blade decreased.
He grabbed Ranboo's forearms firmly, but not enough to hurt.
What did hurt was the sudden jolt of pain that flashed through his wrists. Ranboo yelped, his wrists snapping to each other. It felt like he had been mildly electrocuted. He found he couldn't pry his hands apart. "What the hell?"
"Electrical 'handcuffs'. They'll release when I allow it."
Ranboo came to the conclusion that Iris was a no-nonsense person. As he begrudgingly followed Iris, wrists cuffed together, he asked, "where are we going?"
"To the Syndicate," Iris replied curtly.
It also occurred to Ranboo that Iris didn't talk much.
"This is great, Ranboo from Snowchester! Iris from Las Nevadas is so nice!" Slime called from inside his box on wheels. A wide grin had taken over his face. Iris scoffed in acknowledgement to the comment, continuing to push the box in front of him.
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What the cocks, I wrote "chapter three" instead of four AGAIN?!
TWs for the chapter: Brief violence
Later chapter OC's: Avalon (Avalon2009, referred to as Artemis), Aster (CantThinkOfUserRN, referred to as Astraeus)
Next chapter includes Erika, referred to as “Aphrodite,” an OC by NoodleNotFound
Chapter Four: If I Could Ride A Bike
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His attacker’s eyes were vibrant purple and seemed to radiate the light and energy of the universe. They swirled with the purple of galaxies. They were absolutely gorgeous and unlike anything Tommy had ever seen.
“Who are you, and why are you trespassing?” the stranger asked coldly. He wore a black mask and a black hood concealing his identity. Sandy blond hair peeked out shyly from beneath the hood. His sweatshirt was dark purple, and he wore black leather armour overtop.
“You have pretty eyes,” Tommy blurted out.
“What the?” The stranger looked taken aback. He hadn’t expected someone who’s life is on his blade to comment on his eyes. “Thank you?”
It then occurred to Tommy that maybe he should introduce himself. “I’m Tommy, Tommy Craft. I got lost. Hullo, what’s your name?”
“But why are you here? Couldn’t you read the sign?” the stranger asked, looking a bit annoyed. “You can call me Iris for now,” he added.
Iris. The Greek goddess of rainbows, colours, and a messenger of the gods.
“Sorry, I was too busy running from some robber guy to read it,” Tommy said sarcastically.
Iris seemed to frown. “Why were you out here alone at night? Everyone knows it’s dangerous at night. Lots of villains around.”
“My dad and brother are waiting for me in the city centre.” Tommy checked his watch. Nearly seven. “Well, probably not anymore. My phone’s gone too.”
Iris seemed to think over the options. He sighed in annoyance and pinched the bridge of his nose. ”I’m on a mission and you can’t interrupt. Here.” He handed Tommy a folded slip of paper with an address and a signature stamp on the back. The scrawled handwriting was barely legible.
December House, floor 16.
524 Jacobs Path
“Show Harpocrates the stamp. He’s the door guy. Gotta go now, good luck.”
“Wait, where–” Tommy looked up from the paper, but it was too late. Iris had merged back into the shadows. Tommy groaned, heading towards Jacobs Path.
Haha. This is very, very, very bad.
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There wasn’t a sixteenth floor.
Tommy frowned at the note.
Did I read it wrong?
No, it definitely said 16. He stood staring at the elevator buttons. Finally sighing, he stepped out.
Am I missing something?
What was that Iris said? Give the note to… Harpocrates? God of silence, from mythology? Tommy looked over at the receptionist’s desk. Behind it, idly tapping away on his communicator, was a young man(?) in a brown sweatshirt. A rounded blue masquerade mask concealed his identity, if it weren’t given away by the deer antlers protruding from his fluffy brown hair.
“Hullo? Are you Harpocrates?”
The deer-hybrid blinked slowly at Tommy. He scribbled hello, how can I help you? in a notebook, holding it up for him. Tommy showed Harpocrates the note, who smiled knowingly. He tapped a message into his communicator. Moments later, two new people entered the lobby: a pretty girl with wavy brown hair and a confident stride, and a mischievous-looking male youth with lighter brown waves and sparkling violet eyes, reminding Tommy of Iris, but friendlier.
Tommy watched, bewildered, as Harpocrates hastily signed out a message with his hands. After a minute, the duo turned to Tommy. “Hullo–” Tommy began awkwardly.
“Hey there. I’m Astraeus, and this is Artemis,” the boy introduced, grinning. “Welcome to the Syndicate.”
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(Edited by CantThinkOfUserRN)
Cat is a part of the syndicate
Ranboos death hit him harder than most people think
He has two side to him: the chaotic side of him and the peaceful side of him
This is because he was falsely put in hell so there’s still angel left in him so he’s kinda part angel part demon
Usually he can control the two sides but at times he can become violent towards people he normally likes or is friends with
He helped techno with the red festival
He nearly got blown up in the L’Manberg explosion
If you want to live then don’t call him a furry. He hates it
He’s not part cat. He gets the name Cat Devil cause he’s the leader of the black cat clan
He can’t feel heat as much as normal people cause he lives in hell
He can’t stand cold temperatures so he wears big jackets in the arctic but still manages to look good
Cat sometimes helps techno with MICHEALs combat training and sometimes brings Pluto along
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The Syndicate technically only had two people in it since Ranboo had died and Techno, well ofc he couldn't be there. So Phil and Niki were the only two left. (If I'm not wrong if was only Niki and Phil, I'm also not sure if there were more than 4 people in it)
24 Votes in Poll
C!Wilbur is HARPOCRATES.
Why, pray tell, would he say “Technoblade has taught me a lot. It would be hypocritical for me to run a government.”
Why, except if he was thinking of joining a group that’s main ideal was ANARCHY.
Dicuss.
Go on, tell me I am wrong.
I am going to make a poll after this has been posted for a while.
VOTE AS THE PEOPLE FOR POLL OPTIONS.
(Edited by Gleam43)
( not my form: @/LemonStickersXOXO)
(inspired by: @/ash’s second herald
IGN: PeridotGaming
Aliases: Peri, Moth Child (By Tommy), Puppet (By Dream), Right Hand Pup (By Schlatt), Proud B**** (By Tommy), Apate (By Syndicate), Legolas (By Faylin, A OC of mine) Traitor (By Niki and the rest of L’manburg), Schlatt’s little puppy dog (By Quinn another OC of Sleepy Royal’s)
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 15
Height: 5'1''
Species: Part Moth, Part Goat, Part relation to the Egg and rest is assumed human.
Allegiance: The syndicate, Snowchester
Lives: Unknown
Died several times, but had been revived 3 Times
Family/Others: Dream (Father) Faylin (Mother) Ph1lza (Parental Figure) Pandora ( @Sleepy Royal ‘s oc) (Other Parental Figure) Avalon ( @Elvira234 ’s OC) (Sister Figure) Technoblade (Brother Figure and teacher), Wilbur (Older brother figure and mentor) Dahlia ( @Sleepy Royal ’s OC) (Wife) Rain (Childhood friend) ( @Fragmented Dreams ’s oc) JSchlatt (Former boss and parent figure)
Appearance: Peridot has shoulder length Strawberry blonde hair. Her skin is tan, but also fair. She has greenish gray eyes and freckles that sprinkle her face. She’s kinda short and quite thin. She wears a cropped black shirt and tan shorts. She wears black boots and a dark green cloak. Sometimes she has Goat horns that come out when she’s around Schaltt. (This is because when she was with Schlatt he was her parent figure for a bit and he gave her the ability to have goat horns like him) she also can have red spikey vines, wings and a tail because of the Egg.
Personality: She often is smiling, but after all she’s been through she can also be pretty low. She loves spending time with her sister and wife. She also has negative factors to her. She’s suicidal and is strangely attracted to fire. She can’t be left alone or else she might start hurting herself. If a flame or any type of fire is near she’ll look at it and start trying to burn herself. No one for sure knows why she tried to burn herself, but everyone relates it to the fact she’s part moth. She also is partially fused with the Egg. When she experiences any negative emotions then the egg vines grow around her. She also has tattered black wings and a tail that comes out. She also is easily manipulated by people. When Schlatt and Wilbur around around they simple can put a hand on her head and they can control her however they want. This is because they have had so much manipulative control over her that it’s now simple as that.
Main Flaws: When Schlatt win the election, it was revealed Peridot was a traitor to Wilbur and sided with Schlatt. Then the voices in her head kept echoing “Traitor” and she couldn’t get rid of it. So whenever someone calls her a traitor then she gets sent into immediate panic mode.
When the Egg calls for her, she can’t resist its call. She also can be pulled out of consciousness as it tried to get control of her again.
Positive/Neutral Relationships:
Technoblade (Positive)
Philza (Positive/Neutral)
Tommy (Neutral)
Dream (Neutral)
Ranboo (Neutral)
Tubbo (Neutral)
Niki (Neutral/Negative)
Quackity (Neutral/Negative)
Negative:
Schlatt (Hates)
Wilbur (Hates)
Unknown
Egg (Fluctuates)
Personal Items:
“Manburg Gun” A crossbow given to her by Schlatt
Her Memory journal
”Traitor Stabber” Her Netherite sword
Her wedding ring
Her beanie that Wilbur gave her
Quotes:
”IT WAS ME! I WAS THE TRAITOR AND ALL YOU WERE TOO BLIND TO SEE IT!!”
“The Egg…I’m Special..?”
”If We can have L’manburg…. Then Wilbur.. no one… NO ONE WILL HAVE L’MANBURG!!”
”In the words of Tommy, I am not a child.”
”oh. I thought you were gonna say something like THE [fluff]ING HELL MAN?!?”
”What’s the matter? I stutter, B****?!”
“I may be a hero to you…. But I’m not my own..”
”No.”
”I don’t need you… you’re just jealous of my power…”
”Checkmate.”
”I’mmmmmm fiiiinnneeeeeeee…”
”I wanna get drunk. No reason. Just. Yea.”
“GET THE [fluff] AWAY FROM ME!!”
”I’m a Traitor, I’m a Traitor, I’m a Traitor, I’m a Traitor”
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(Edited by PeriGaming)
(THIS AIN'T MY FORM, IT WAS MADE BY @/LemonStickersXOXO)
IGN: Ashes2Ashes VA
Aliases: Ashe. Ass (By Tommy), Ashe-hole (Also Tommy), Builder Bob (Tubbo and Phil), My child (Phil and Puffy)
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 15
Height: 5'7''
Species: Hooman
Allegiance: The syndicate, Snowchester (Due to Phil and Puffy's allegiance to both)
Lives: 2
Stabbed in the face by Techno while trying to convince him to let Dream rot in prison.
Family/Others: Ph1lza (Parental Figure) Captain Puffy (Other Parental Figure) Wilbur (Brother Figure) Tommy (Mild annoyance to) Niki (Mother Figure) Dream (One sided rivalry)
Appearance: Cocoa skin, with yellow pupils, and snow white hair, His hair is cut to look like Caspar from Feth, but shorter. He has a golden crown wrapped around his forehead. He wears a navy blue uniform with a big brown belt, and a rather large white cloak with golden cuffs. He also sports brown traveling boots, and red gloves.
Personality: Ashe is very naive and oblivious to the world around him. While he is very good at picking up social cues of others, he is not so much himself. He is not a good room reader, and tends to piss off a lot of people. He dislike being ignored, and will even go as far as make threats for attention, and also highly detests swearing. He cares about those close to him, but is cold and indifferent to those he doesn't. He is a very good builder, and has mild OCD, meaning any inconsistencies that he spots in the SMP (Such as creeper holes, or a build being off center) causes him to fly into a trance, and fix it. He detests lying, and speaks only the unfiltered truth.
Main Flaw: He cannot read the room, this causes him to say something fucked up, or dumb at the wrong time, and make a bunch of enemies. His knowledge of the Syndicate along with him speaking only what he believes to be the unfiltered truth, may cause him to be used as a messenger, or as a source for information.
Positive/Neutral Relationships:
Philza (Positive)
Puffy (Positive)
Niki (Positive)
Boo (Positive)
MICHEAL (Positive)
Technoblade (Positive/ Neutral)
Tubbo (Neutral)
Tommy (Neutral/ Negative)
Negative:
Dream (Hated)
Sam (Negative)
Personal Items:
An Enchanted Stick (Knockback ll) Known as the Big Bank
A full set of Iron Armor enchanted with mending and unbreaking lll
An Iron sword enchanted with Sharpness, Fire Aspect, mending and Unbreaking dubbed Excalibee. A gift from Tubbo
A golden carrot. A gift from MICHEAL.
Multiple splash bottles of water dubbed "The Anti Diedrate"
Quotes:
I've only been here for a couple of minutes, and I may have started a war...
Fighting never solved anything... Well, neither did peace, but that's not the point here!
Get some sleep, please. This is no longer a request, this is a threat.
F-F-F-FFFFFFFF.... *Gasp* I can't say it!
No! No, you can't! He doesn't deserve mercy! (To Technoblade regarding Dream)
HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE
I'm not a simp (To Tommy, when asked about how he feels about Pokimaine)
감옥 지붕에서 백조 다이빙을 하러 가거라, 이 살인자야. (To Sam, regarding Ranboo and Tommy)
THAT BUILDING IS NOT SYMETRACAL. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Creeper holes, creeper holes, fill 'em up, fill 'em up, fill 'em up, fill 'em up!
Oh please, don't even act like you're innocent. Because you're not. Remember L'Manberg? All the sadness you caused? All the hopes and dreams you crushed? L'manburg was the centerpiece of a little dream called peace. And you blew it up. For what, a message? To send some stupid MESSAGE!? The egg FEEDS on negative emotion. And when you spawned FIFTEEN FREAKING WITHERS!!! YOU MADE L'MANBURG, ONCE A SHINING SYMBOL OF HOPE, A BOTTOMLESS PIT OF NEGATIVITY! YOU UNDERSTAND NOW PHIL? THE EGG IS YOUR FAULT!!!
Bonus:
His chat takes the form of a small axolatole named Huey, who resides in a bucket.
Puffy and Phil argue over who had custody rights to Ashe.
Ashe is a major shipper of Karlnapity, and NikiPuffy
Full Appearance
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NEW OC TIMEEEE
Name: Asterisk
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species: Half Mermaid / Half Fairy
Appearance: Bubble gum pink (natural: Brown) hair, grey eyes, lighter skin, 5” 9’
Mermaid appearance: A teal blue tail, her hair is in a half up and half down and decorated with a coral and sapphire crown and several shell clips,
Fairy appearance: She wears a short teal blue dress with light blue, blue and teal ruffles to simulate an ocean pattern, paired with pearl white heels and in her hair she has several pearl and coral decorations and clips. Her wings are light blue and silver.
Powers: Making people fall in love, healing with songs, hypnotizing with song, growing flowers (mainly roses)
Lore: She hasn't been involved in too much of the chaos in the server, but she is part of the syndicate. Her syndicate name is Aphrodite due to her powers and her lovely appearance. She helps people fall in love often, but has never fallen in love herself after she was used by a guy. She works with Peridot in the therapy office as the therapist, while Peridot functions as her boss mostly.
(Edited by PeriGaming)