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My time has come >:D Does Vigilante have any fun stories to tell about the Captain? Have any of the others met Sparkly?

Sushi is in MCC and has been on a team with Sparkly! The others have not met him.

now for fic time.

You asked for funny and I give you angst

He feels guilty about it.

He didn’t mean for it to turn into this. His quirk wouldn’t let this last forever even if it was prolonging this for now. He should stop coming here and mark this another spot to avoid on his map.

And yet...

He’s crouched on the edge of this roof knowing full well who’ll be passing by tonight on patrol. The person who had stopped to talk to him without fail every time Swag took a breather on this roof.

Here he was now, wearing shades at 1am like a weirdo and still looking concerned for Swag even with the Deja Vu he’d no doubt be feeling.

The number 9 hero CaptainSparklez has dropped onto the roof next to him.

For the sake of not screwing the start of this encounter, Swag acted startled. Shot to his feet and took a couple steps back in fake distrust and caution. 

He wouldn’t need to pretend for long. He’d stop bothering at some point.

“Whoa there, dude-”

“What do you want from me?” he asked as he always did. Somehow still expecting a different answer.

“I don’t- I’m not here to take you in.” The Captain made a half-panicked, placating gesture that now just made Swag feel a little sick. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay!”

Swag could end this here. End this whole thing tonight with a harsh dismissal and then he could disappear into the night. Let that be the first impression that stuck.

“Why do you care?”

But he’s weak. He wants to hear it again tonight. Like he has every Thursday night at 1am for the past six weeks.

“I’ve got a son that I think is your age, two of them actually.”

He’s been told this six times. He asked about them once.

He decides he won’t this time.

“I’ve seen you fighting villains in the daylight hours. You’ve had a lot of close calls-”

“I fend for myself just fine.”

“You do, but you shouldn’t have to!”

He still doesn’t have a response to that.

You’d think he’d come up with one for when he wanted to end this. Have ways to perfectly shut down the Captain’s appeals and leave this cleanly.

Instead he stands there for the seventh time as the Captain tries to look out for him.

“You should be sleeping! Or staying up doing late work, not hunting down villains.”

As CaptainSparklez gives a shit about this random ass teenage viigilante.

He lets the hero go off for a moment about how unfair it is, feeling warm that this hasn’t changed even once.

Feeling sick about how many times he’s wiped this man to hear it again.

He knows these things, really he does!

He knows he deserves happiness and safety and that he shouldn’t be out here risking his neck all the time.

He knows that he could go pro or just go back to a “normal” life at the drop of a dime.

He knows this. He knows it but he still wants to hear it.

He lets the Captain get closer, as he offers reassurances and promises of safety.

As he swears up and down that Swag would be a wonderful hero with backing and teammates if he wanted them.

That people cared and people were worried.

And he just- Swag can’t-

He hugs CaptainSparklez. Rushes to close the distance and cuts off the words he’s heard before and just breathes.

Breathes and tries not to cry this time.

Breathes and doesn’t pull away when the Captain hugs him back. When the warmth is too much but also everything he’s missed.

Breathes and feels his quirk going wild in his chest at the contact, fighting to keep it balled up and trapped for just a moment long. Just another minute.

“It’s okay.”

He doesn’t get that minute.

His hold on his quirk snaps like a cheap rubber band and it slams against the Captain full-force.

The arms around him go slack, and Swag does not look at the lost and confused look on the Captain’s face that he knows is there.

He doesn’t look at the man who he’ll see again next week. Knows he’ll probably cry next time and maybe finally apologize for this.

For turning this olive branch into a stolen moment of comfort.

He leaves the way he always does after he sits the Captain down so he won’t stumble off the roof by accident.

Then he disappears.

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do the different purpled's have a "favorite person" from each of their universes?

Traitor: Easy, 80 and Sammy. Next question? Traitor: ... Traitor: You can keep waiting for an SMP name, it’s not coming.

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Crimsoned: Ponk! He’s kinda been going through it with all that Sam stuff, but we’re hoping he’ll perk up at the banquet they’re planning. Crimsoned: I hear it’s gonna be killer. --- Sushi: I usually run with the tired squad when I’m off the SMP. Sushi: On it? Foolish, Ranboo, and Tubbo. No contest. Sushi: I’ll hang with anyone though. --- Origins: Fundy. We weren’t really close before but you really get to know a someone after you fill people’s bases with cobwebs and zombies together. Origins: Tubbo and Ranboo get the lightest pranks and Wilbur’s on thin ice but we’re still cool.

Origins: Everyone else? Fair game.

--- Blued: Philza. No further comments. ---

Pirate: It’s complicated. I haven’t seen anyone I knew other than Ranboo, Techno, and Tubbo since the manhunt started.

Pirate: None of them have sold me out or taken me out but I haven’t gotten this far by being trusting.

Pirate: So my answer is DogChamp.

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Vigilante: ...

Vigilante: CaptainSparklez is kinda cool.

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Uh… so, how is everyone? Anything interesting happen lately?

(ooc: body part swap type thing. idk what to tag or warn for here. shark teeth.)

Traitor: There have been a few concerning developments. Quick search turned up that they’re shark teeth, but that helps me not at all. Traitor: Can’t find a single case of people growing these bad boys overnight, so I’m just gonna go scream.

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Sushi: Would you believe me if I said this wasn’t the weirdest thing I’ve woken up to? Sushi: At least it’s a human eye.

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Hey, I don’t mean to bother you, but are you still alive over there? You’ve been quiet for a while, which is perfectly fine, but it’s starting to worry me a bit. Sorry if I’m overstepping, feel free to ignore this, just wanted to check if you were okay.

OOC: Honestly? Debatable. But it’s not burnout or a lack of motivation so you can rest easy about that. Blog’s not dead nor is this an official hiatus, I’m just big busy.

Gonna take this chance to say I’m really grateful to you and others for taking an interest in the boys! I’ll have more time soon to put into the asks that have been sent and the little plot bunnies that have developed. I’ve just had a lot pile up at once on my end.

Also thank you for checking in, this was sweet of you.

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What a mess you’ve made.

In trying to sew all the best bits together, you’ve ruined it all.

Chunks taken leave gaps behind. Tears sewn still leave thread inside.

It will never be as seamless as you want it to be. It’ll never be the way it used to be.

How it was made and meant to be.

You hear that things tear and split and shatter and scatter and you rush to pick up the pieces.

You’re not fixing anything, you’re taking shards of colored glass and trying to make a mirror.

Tell me.

What do you want to see?

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how does catboy purpled feel about/react to dogchamp?

I love Dogchamp!

Why would I not?

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The boys in a nutshell.

Sushi

Is chill

Travels a lot

Is a streamer

Will go apeshit sometimes, but not often

Takes no shit

Crimsoned

Can act chill, but really has none

Does a lot of manual labor

Is part of a cult

Pray he doesn’t see you

Leaves no witnesses

Traitor

Should not be this chill

Gossips

Respects no one’s privacy

Will start fights between others but he can also end his own fairly quickly

Has blackmail for days

Pirate

Chill, but that can change real quick

Travels a lot

Is wanted for manslaughter

Goes apeshit

Chooses mercy more often than you’d expect

Vigilante

Chill

Does a lot of sewing

Is wanted for vigilantism and impersonation

Gets to go apeshit for once

Will go for quick takedowns but would not hesitate to curb stomp someone

Blued

So fucking tired

Brews a lot

Is for some reason still a citizen of L’Manberg

Can go apeshit at any time but decides it’s just not worth it

Has enough Harm II on him to warrant a warning sign

Origins

No chill

Commits crimes

Is a thief and lowkey a griefer

Chooses violence every single day

Can kidnap creepers and hold your house hostage with them

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Origins is open for questions.

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Origins

He tried not to scream. Though he really wanted to.

When he got invited to this server, the main appeal was the powers he’d get.

He was thinking maybe the star one or he’d join Tubbo as a bee. They could vibe as a hive.

He wasn’t expecting to spawn in with one. The one no one else picked.

(—This one’s got Purpled being more than a little upset. Vague description of him dissociating and he’s just generally distressed for a lot of this one. Mind the post’s tags and reply if it needs more.—)

He wanted to screech and yowl and hiss at this bullshit. He wasn’t gonna stand for this.

Purpled: WILBUR

Tubbo: purpled!! :D

Purpled: WILBUR FUCKING SOOT GET YOUR ASS TO SPAWN RIGHT NOW

Smajor1995: oop

—

Wilbur was laughing.

His server had glitched Purpled’s origin and Wilbur had the audacity to laugh.

Wilbur’s server was about to be razed to the ground by an angry feline bedwars boy and he was laughing.

Purpled swing at him, growling when Wilbur just sunk into the ground. Flexing on him.

“Just fix it! I’ll take anything else, just change it before someone else sees me.”

Wilbur’s face popped up out of the ground to respond.

“Alright alright, sorry for taking the mick but-“

“Don’t even care, just do your weird admin shit.”

Wilbur’s torso piped out of the ground as he propped himself up and pulled up an admin screen. Purpled sat watching from his clump of long grass, peeking out towards where he could see signs of civilization.

He’d prefer to do this somewhere less risky, but he’d rather someone catch a glimpse and then see him swap than him not being able to-

“That’s odd.”

Purpled felt his stupid ears flick towards Wilbur even before he turned.

Wilbur was sitting on the grass now, several screens open as he copied and pasted something into an altered chat screen.

Purpled shouldn’t have, but he left the safety of his grass to have a look at what Wilbur was doing.

/origin set Purpled origins:shulker

[Could not replace “origin:feline” with “origin:shulker”.]

[”origin:shulker” is currently assigned to another player.]

No.

No no no no no no n o.

“You can’t change it?!”

He doesn’t care that he just screeched right in Wilbur’s ear, he’s fucking panicking.

“We can try an origin orb-“

“Do that!! Do it quick!”

Ranboo joined the game.

ItsFundy joined the game.

Oh, dragons above.

Please no.

He dove back into the grass like a fireball had been shot, desperate to make himself small and hard to spot.

He ran a hand through his hair but that just reminded him of his stupid fucking cat ears.

Not like this. Not like this.

He didn’t even look up when Wilbur passed him a round thing, just cling to it like a lifeline.

Hoping, wishing, praying-

“Is it working?”

Wailing.

“Wilbur, Wilbur I’m just gonna go home.”

He didn’t wanna see the look on Wilbur’s face, pulled up his menu and prepared to warp to Hypixel and repress this moment for the rest of his life-

“Purpled?”

He froze, even his unwanted features not daring to twitch in the hopes that he’d heard wrong.

That fucking Fundy wasn’t looking at him like Christmas came early.

“Fundy-“ Wilbur tried.

Fundy didn’t get the chance. Purpled fucking bolted out of the grass, across the clearing, and into the deeper woods.

—

He didn’t stop running, not even to sate a hunger that wasn’t there out of habit. Not even when he dropped to all fours to go faster.

Not even slowing when faced with ravines with drops that could drop him, the little caution towards heights basically gone.

He sprinted and jumped and dropped for thousands of blocks.

He finally stopped at the base of a mountain that was too steep even for him to jump. His claws not even scraping the stone.

He laid there, a boneless lump of despair at the base of a mountain in the middle of nowhere at sunset. Reflecting.

Then actively not thinking as he got up and started walking back.

—

He felt hollow. So carefully and intentionally empty of feeling as he walked around ravines and took the long way to avoid going into rivers and lakes.

If he didn’t think, he didn’t have to live it.

One step, another, another.

Crack a zombie’s skull against a tree, steal its carrots, and keep walking.

One step, another, another.

Pass by the distant torchlight of a village, moving further into the shadows to keep from being seen. Keep walking.

One step, another, one more.

Walk around the creeper and-

Wait what.

Purpled stumbles backwards in a conditioned response and throws himself behind a tree in the hopes that it will absorb the blast.

He waits, body tense and fur puffed up and heart racing. Waits for the hiss.

It never comes.

He knows he should count his blessing and just hoof it, but he can’t help it. He looks.

The creeper is stumbling away from the clearing and into the woods at a pace he rarely sees them move at.

He can’t help it, he follows.

He keeps his distance in case it turns around and decides it does wanna blow up, but every time it glances back it just tries to shuffle away faster.

Interesting.

He stops following.

And starts a chase.

—

There were several reasons why he hated this origin.

He didn’t choose it, it would ruin his image, and he generally just didn’t vibe with it.

That being said, it had its perks.

Sitting on a trembling and terrified creeper, adrenaline pumping and heart racing from the thrill of successful hunt and being so close to such a dangerous mob, he could see the appeal.

There was also the agility. He didn’t appreciate it as much when he was hauling ass from spawn, but on the way back he had time to play around a bit and test his limits.

Falling into the ravine had been startling, but the rush of emotions when he realized he’d landed entirely unharmed was something he was still unpacking.

It was as he tried climbing and mining his way out of that ravine that he realized the stone issue. Another reason to hate it.

But being able to see near perfectly at night and in the caves he used to find his way out was comforting and familiar in how it reminded him of his fullbright.

His hearing was sharper, his situational awareness increasing so much.

It wasn’t as bad as he thought it’d be to live with.

But he knew living with other people would be the problem.

—

And he hated being right.

First person to see him was Wilbur who apologized and promised he’d get it sorted.

Second person was Sneeg, who called him a fucking furry.

...

Purpled is gonna do so many crimes.

Purpled is gonna ally with Fundy and they’re gonna lowkey grief the fuck out of everyone else with creepers and thieving little paws.

Fundy until he gets respect and lots of shiny things.

Purpled until Wilbur can save his SMP by making him a shulker boy.

Until then, they’re criminals and partners.

What happens on this SMP stays on this SMP is their rule.

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which purpled curses the most? which one curses the least?

Blued: I’d like to thank no one. I earned this shitty little crown by myself.

(OOC: this is like comparing the swearing between Tommyinnits. They all swear, but there is a definite landslide.)

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which version of purpled is the least liked by all of the rest, and which one is MOST liked by all of the others?

Blued: We put it to a vote. No one is surprised.

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Hey Pirate, if it’s alright to ask, what exactly was the battle that got you chased out about anyways?

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Hi Blued! How’s it going?

As well as it can be. Wilbur and Tommy decided avoiding surrender in a war meant they could do politics, so I’m sitting this one out.

I’ll vote, but I’m also preparing for a plot twist like George putting Dream in his cabinet or someone who has nothing to do with this country throwing their hat into the ring. It wouldn’t surprise me.

In the meantime I’m topping up my stock of Heal II and Invis. These are going in the vault, but I’ve got some in more accessible places too.

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This is not a drill this is not a drill this is not

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Blued is open for questions.

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Blued

This was not how he expected his afternoon to go.

It started out normal enough. With him making sure the caves around Area 51 were mob-proofed so he could start planning out some expansions.

He didn’t have a lot planned and wasn’t aware of any ongoing conflicts. So it came as a total surprise when he looked down at chat as saw the string of death messages.

(—This one’s got some heavy injuries and claustrophobic stuff. It’s got some L’Manberg war events. Mind the post’s tags and reply if it needs more.—)

Poor Tubbo. He was getting wrecked by like half the people on-world.

Purpled knew that conflicts on the SMP got a little too heated at times, to the point where items despawned because they’d been ripped from inventories and left ungathered.

So he shot Tubbo a whisper asking if there was anything Tubbo was missing. He’d check his chests and give Tubbo some armor and tools, least he can do.

Tubbo_: YES PLEASE FOOD AND HARMING

He could do that. He respected Tubbo’s apparent need to avenge himself.

He had plenty of stacks of baked potatoes and he’d done a few fortress runs for blaze rods. He brewed two sets of splash Harming II before he whispered again.

Purpled: just harm II?

Tubbo_: whatever you can spare us big man.

Us? Purpled checked the tab list again and sure enough, four people had crossed back into the SMP.

He felt like he was starting to piece things together.

Purpled: is something going down today?

Tubbo_: yeah! Eret, Tommy, Fundy, Wilbur and I are fighting for our independance

Tubbo_: :D

Purpled: ...

Alright he knew for a fact that everyone in that group except Eret was broke as hell. His friends were about to get fucking obliterated.

...

Fuck it.

Purpled: I‘ll throw in some heal II and gapples if you can wait for them.

Tubbo_: I’ll come by through the sewers when they’re ready

—

If Purpled was being honest, he didn’t know if helping his friends oppose Dream was the best idea.

That being said, he did not move from where he sat perched on a chest in his section of the sewers.

Said chest was filled with food, healing II and harming II pots, blocks, enderpearls, clean bows and every other thing that Tubbo texted him frantically that they were running low on.

At the moment they were apparently being fired on and were taking cover in Tommy’s- in the Embassy.

When Purpled saw that message he offered to take the sewers to the Embassy and do a drop-off. Tubbo agreed.

So now Purpled’s running through the sewers with a bunch of items and clad in full enchanted netherite. Having left his pets sealed in Area 51 with his valuables and nonessential tools.

He’s climbing up the ladder and pulling the chest up behind him, only to almost get shot in the face by Eret.

“No no no no no! Purpled’s with us and he’s got us stuff!”

Tubbo’s pulls Eret back and helps Purpled pull the chest up.

“What a way to welcome an ally.”

“You’re helping us?” Wilbur asks with a reasonable amount of suspicion.

“Won’t pretend that I believe in whatever you’re fighting for but at least trust that I’m here for Tubbo.”

“I’m vouching for him. He’s trustworthy!”

There’s still mistrust but he didn’t expect them to clap him on the back and ask for his input. The nod he gets from Wilbur and the acceptance from Tommy are better than nothing.

—

He’s with Tommy and Tubbo as they try to snipe Dream’s forces from Punz’s tower. He’d been hesitant to follow Tommy’s lead but it was the right call. They were untouchable at this height.

Seeing Dream, George, Punz, and Sapnap all retreat was a hell of a boost to moral.

—

He wanted to ask why the fuck Eret hadn’t just given them the gear up front instead of equipping it mid-war, but benefit of the doubt. Maybe he thought they’d be better equipped.

Though if they had then Purpled might not be here crouching down these stairs behind Tommy.

It was a bit of a squeeze to get down there and the room itself a was bit crowded.

Purpled took a couple steps back when he didn’t see his name on a chest to give everyone else some room-

“What’s this button do?”

And was slammed between a block and the wall as a piston extended

There’s a moment where it’s just pain, his friends shouting, and his communicator ringing out what can only be death messages.

Then the piston retracts, Purpled splashes himself with Heal II, and he slams his netherite pick through the blocks behind him.

Eret’s speaking, everyone’s shouting through an open VC. He can hear Tommy’s words over the whoops of victory.

And as he splashes down a second Heal II and a Speed II, he hears the exact moment of silence when they realize he survived.

He doesn’t stick around to let them be five for five.

He tears up the stairs and drops a water bucket behind him.

He needs to get to the surface. He needs to stop tripping on the steps. He needs to stop shaking.

He needs fresh air he needs space he needs to breathe.

And he manages to claw his way out of the staircase, slams blocks down behind him even if he can’t tell if they’re following.

He lays there with his back on the grass and his aching chest to the sky. The healing has mended him enough to function but he takes out a third bottle. Rolls over onto his stomach so that he can try and sit up enough to drink this one and heal his insides some more.

Then there’s someone standing over him pointing a stone axe in his face.

“Did you know?”

He knows it’s Tommy before he even sees it’s Tommy.

“Are you another fucking traitor?”

Purpled doesn’t know how to respond to that, so he ignores the axe in his face and starts swallowing as much of the potion as he can.

“Tommy, Tommy for Christ’s sake look at him and tell me you think he’s a traitor. He looks like he got ran over by the camarvan.”

He’s well enough to actually sit up and look at himself.

His armor’s majorly cracked all over, some bits he can feel poking against his skin. His hands are all sorts of fucked up from how he pulled himself along.

His potions are top notch though, because he feels almost good as new.

“You shoulda seen the wall, it ended up worse off than I did after that.” Is the best he can come up with at the moment.

Tubbo helps him up and Tommy goes to shout at Eret and Dream who rang a VC.

—

It’s all so quick after that.

An ultimatum, explosions, confusion.

Purpled trying not to stumble as Tubbo pulls him along a narrow hallway to Tommy’s bunker.

Purpled trying to breathe normally as Tommy plays a music disk in the tiny bunker and Wilbur talks about surrender. He’s not sure if he’s winded or if there really just isn’t enough air in the room.

Negotiations, a duel, Tommy’s loss.

Being led back to the walls as Wilbur mourned and Eret got insulted. Fundy reading poetry.

—

His heart’s not in it when Tommy reveals what he did. When they’re scrambling for a book and quill and Wilbur’s elects himself.

But he laughs with the rest as Wilbur dunks on Dream in an official document.

As he gets promised a medal and a title of honor for his efforts during the war and is passed the book to sign.

It doesn’t feel like a victory, both because it technically isn’t and because he’s not sure what he’s won.

He has a heart to heart with Tommy before he walks off with Tubbo. Picks himself up, salutes his president and goes to bring DogChamp back up to the UFO and seal it so he can sleep for twelve hours.

—

Life is good, after that.

He works on his base, hangs out with the other L’Manberg people, starts a potion stockpile.

Oh, there’s that.

He makes it a habit to keep himself armed and prepared even if he doesn’t look it. People are constantly provoking each other even if it’s technically a time of peace, and he’d prefer not to be caught off guard ever again.

And he also ended up getting that medal Wilbur promised him. A “Purpled Heart” given for his material contributions to the war efforts and for being heavily wounded in battle.

He’d rather be able to strip mine again, but he accepted the medal anyways.

—

There’s no way he could’ve known what this country would do to itself in the coming months.

A couple acts of kindness and a show of loyalty did not sign him up for that, and yet he’d face it anyways.

They all would.

He doesn’t know if it was meant to be, but some nights he sure as fuck wishes it never was.

He doesn’t dramatically declare that in a room with a button, though. At least he’s got that on them.