#schmeg the sorcerer

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Schmeg: Do Schmegy proud!

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//Im gonna grasp them in put him in my pocket

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Idk why, but I always found it funny that out of anyone, it was Vanoss that killed Schmeg by accident.

Schmeg, the Purge SMP's 'cult leader that controls the court house.'

It was an accident, but I always found it funny.

(And I don't mean by wanting to kill Schmeg like some of them ended up doing in the arena, but Vanoss did it by accident, and some of their members already revered Schmeg simply because he was hilarious as their fake leader & sorcerer.)

And in some way, Vanoss killing Schmeg by accident, makes Vanoss much more powerful!!! Hahahaahaha~ jk. Whatever. I like it.

I guess someone ended up killing Schmeg as well before... but nonetheless...

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SMii7y: He's a magical being, trust me.

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Schmeg: I have contributed nothing to our base~

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Update | Ch48  — Intentional.

Wc: 8.608.

Pov: Vanoss / Wildcat / SMii7y.

Excerpt:

“We’re waiting for nightfall,” said Tyler, “The All Powerful Schmeg burns in the sun, so we have to wait.”

“Great,” said Brian. “Did you guys find it yet?”

Marcel shook his head. “No. I asked Schmeg about it last night, and he said he might know where its location is.”

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*Nogla telling Schmeg he's fighting in the arena*

Schmeg: *panic* I can't even fight a cold!

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I'm at a fair with my family. (Mostly to eat). And one of these announcers sound like Schmeg. Lmfao.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Banana Bus Squad Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: miltontpike1/Hitchariide, Marcel | BasicallyIdoWrk/Scotty | fourzer0seven Characters: miltonpike1, hitchariide, basicallyidowrk, FourZer0Seven, Legiqn Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Inspired by Roleplay/Roleplay Adaptation, Mages, Curses, Magic, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Cute, Swearing, Awkward Flirting, First Kiss, Surprise Kissing, Gentle Kissing, Male Slash, Fluff, Healing, Comfort, Not Beta Read Summary:

Schmeg is cursed to burn in the sun, but with help from his friends, he's able to escape it under a waterfall.

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So, I don’t really follow any of the people on the Purge Server (I’m not on Twitch), besides the ones I’m obviously more familiar with, the BBS. But I wouldn’t mind writing flash fics of some of the people on the purge server. Either shipped or not, because truly, my fics are fictional, and that’s all it is. :) Fun and games. Yay. Tbh, I’m a little more interested with Schmeg the Sorcerer and his cult-like influence on the Purge Server. LOL. So, if I write something with a ship or not, then yeah, having fun. I’m still trying to think of a new url...

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BBS Fic: Flustered

• Inspired by something Hitch said to Basically about Shmeg. :)

Fandom: They’re not really of the BBS, but they are in one of the members server, so...currently, I’ll just consider it a BBS Fic.

Wc: 736.

Ch: Miltontpike1 (Shmeg the Sorcerer.) Hitchariide. (Hitch x Schmeg)

Disclaimer: Fanfiction. Not edited.

Warning: Pining. Mild romance. Laughing. Fainting.

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Hitch wasn’t sure why he felt this way, but when he sat on the bench in the courtroom, listening to Terroriser’s boring ass explanation of who killed who. He couldn’t seem to ignore the oddness of Schmeg the Sorcerer’s complimentary bullshit speech he was giving to everyone, and ended up attracted to him. He even mentioned this to Basically during break between the hearings.

He had never really felt much for anyone until that moment, and he thought it could possibly be the cult-influence that the others had. He joined in as best he could, but the warmth in his face, and the absolute giddiness he felt flowing through him wouldn’t lessen when he stared at Shmeg. 

After the second court hearing was over and everyone wandered off to do whatever the hell they did. Hitch was careful and awkwardly walking towards Shmeg who was always standing at the top of the staircase where he’d look down at his subjects.

“Ah, hello, Hitch, have you come to speak to dear old Shmeg,” the Sorcerer spoke in his almost high pitch voice, although it sounded as if it were coming out of some kind of microphone. Apparently, Hitch learned that Shmeg was an actual Sorcerer and he was incredibly powerful that no one bothered to test his patience.

Hitch bowed slightly, also learning that the cult-like influence was making them seem more obedient for a random looking man that was wearing a hood. There was even the chanting and mass group activities, but nonetheless, Hitch didn’t mind.

“Yes, I’m here to speak to you, I...uh…” Hitch’s thoughts became a blur, and he was a little afraid of what he wanted to actually ask Schmeg. He knew he wanted to stay close and look at him, but other than that, nothing else really came to mind.

“I’m waiting,” Schmeg said, his voice echoing off the walls, and his gaze hidden by the dark cloak was upon him intently.

Hitch pulled at his collar and chuckled softly to himself, but then the room began to grow darker, and he couldn’t even speak until he lost his footing, and hit the floor. He heard a gasp before his eyes closed.

When they opened, he was on his back and staring up at Schmeg who was knelt beside him.

“Are you alright, Hitch?” Schmeg asked him, tilting his head to the side. He had a hand hovering over his stomach, and there was a bit of warmth there. When he began to move his hand up toward Hitch’s face, it stayed near his forehead before pulling away.

“I’m...okay, sorry about that,” Hitch said, sitting up. He wasn’t so dizzy or flushed, and he actually felt better. “What did you do to me?”

Shmeg chuckled. “Oh, I healed you of your ailment, of course.”

Ailment?

“I’m not sick.”

“Well, whatever made you faint was the ailment in question, so I healed it.”

Hitch stared at Shmeg, unsure of what he was supposed to say to that. He was still a little flustered now that Shmeg was so close, but it wasn’t like he can simply heal away how he felt.

“If you’re okay, I should be going back to my station.” Shmeg was about to start laughing again, a nervous kind of laugh with enough control to stop, but Hitch had reached out and grabbed a hold of his sleeve before he could.

Hitch’s eyes widened at what he had done. His heart was beating rapidly inside his chest, while his thoughts were reeling at what he was meant to do now.

“I’m sorry, Shmeg.” Hitch let go of Shmeg’s sleeve and bowed his head. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“Ah, well, maybe you’re still…” Shmeg placed a gloved hand against Hitch’s forehead, pushing back a bit of his hair, and hummed quietly. “I see, your ailment is not an ailment at all.” He laughed again, his voice growing high pitched before lowering down.

Hitch blinked at that once Shmeg pulled away. “I...forgot why I’m here, I’m sorry, I should be going.”

Schmeg chuckled. “You didn’t forget. How about I come with you, and spend a few hours away from the court room. I’m sure the others will be fine without dear old Schmeg.”

Hitch’s cheeks were becoming warm before he started to nod, the both of them got to their feet and headed out of the courtroom.

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BBS Fic: Magic

• Inspired by the Purge SMP Server. :) And of Milton aka Schmeg the Sorcerer. :)

Wc: 658.

Fandom: Banana Bus Squad. And twitch streamers.

Disclaimer: I really just wanted to write Schmeg actually doing magic and having devotion from his followers. I’ll write more if I have any ideas. Not edited (sorry for any errors.) Written in 15 mins. I think he speaks in 3rd person, but I had to write this quickly, so my bad. :/

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He carefully left the courthouse in good hands and ventured out alongside his partners. They wanted to make sure that he knew where to go, what to do. That was the plan anyway.

At least until the evening, they were heading back to the others when they spotted a bright yellow light in the sky, trailed by a darkness.

“Is that...smoke?” Trevor asked.

“Let’s go see what the hell is going on,” Legiqn said.

Shmeg the Sorcerer only stared at the sky in wonder, and Trevor called out to him, telling Shmeg to hurry up. They had to get to the others, and find out what was happening. Shmeg wasn’t all that worried for anyone, but he raced after the others nonetheless.

As they drew closer, the commotion grew in size as more people were screaming at one another, and from where Schmeg was standing on a hill, it seemed they were under attack by some strange warriors, and they were the ones setting things on fire.

The flames were already engulfing trees and most of their homes. It was taking all of them too much energy to try and take out the flames, but none of their efforts were working.

Schmeg followed Trevor and Legiqn, only to spot a few familiar faces racing over to them. It was Marcel and Terroriser, and there was both the look of panic and rage blending in their eyes while they held swords covered in blood.

“What the hell is going on?” Trevor asked, his shriek barely covered most of the others fighting off the intruders.

“Fuckers came out of nowhere, we weren’t organized nor prepared for this kind of attack,” said Terroriser, shaking his head and scowling at the battle before them.

“Schmeg,” Marcel came walking over to him, then he bowed, and Terroriser had done the same, but when Marcel looked him right in the eyes, he grabbed a hold of Schmeg’s shoulders which wasn’t exactly allowed, but they weren’t in the courthouse. No. The courthouse was currently on fire and burning into a blackened husk.

“Y-yes,” Schmeg said, finally able to get some words out, and unable to hide the awkwardness of his excitement that he was sure was incredibly misplaced.

“We need you to take out the flames, and the rest of us can kill those assholes who are setting our houses on fire!” His voice was much louder than Trevor’s, and more pronounced in his demands. They were in a rather terrible situation right now, and Schmeg had to stop thinking about the fire and destruction all around them, he had to help his friends.

Schmeg giggled uncontrollably, unable to hide the smile within his dark hood. “Yes, I can get rid of the flames, and you kill all of them. Stop the fire, stop the fire, stop the fire.” Schmeg stepped past Marcel, raised his hand to the somewhat clear dark sky that was covered with black smoke, and reached out for what was in the air. It didn’t take long for the clouds to form, to thicken above them, for the rumbling of thunder, and the streaks of lightnings, then the droplets of cold rain fell from the sky. It was slow at first, then the rain began to pour.

While this was happening, the ones around him were chanting, “Oogity boogity, oogity boogity.” Over and over again, like he had told them to do.

Schmeg stumbled back at the magic, then watched his friends scurry off toward the battle as the rain began to pelt the flames, dampening them, and stopping the spread.

“Stay here, Schmeg, we’ll get rid of these bastards,” Trevor said.

Legiqn patted his shoulder before taking a sword from his holster and following after the others.

Schmeg sighed heavily as he sat on the wet grass, watching the battle commence, and yet the chaos itself was greatly entertaining for him. Now all he had to do was wait.

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Update: Chapter 36 — Haunted Places Are People.

Summary: Evan is woken up to venture out to a haunted school to locate an object.

Wc: 4.9k

Warning: Ghosts. Magic. Mild blood. Mild swearing. Inspired by Minecraft, Phasmophobia, and Pacify. Irl names. Evan pov. Cult. Dark humor. Mention of murder.

Excerpt:

“That was an accident,” said Brian.

“Yes, we accidentally murdered those people sleeping soundly in their bed. The horror!” Evan said, shaking his head.

“I’m sure this time he’ll open his damn mouth, if he has one.”

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Currently watching the dnd campaign(s) that milton played in as Schmeg! Loving it so far