the_harlequin



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    “You know, you might be the only thing alive that knows my name. I don’t know how long I’ve been sleeping, but it must have been long enough for people to have forgotten.” The stag finished the last of the berries and stared at George wonderingly. George chuckled, plucked another handful to offer to it, and continued, “I’d gone to sleep tired. And I wake up tired. Tell me, do you think that’s fair?”

    The stag, because it was a stag, did not reply.

    But George didn’t mind that, either.

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    Or, that fic about passerine!Dream Team, but before passerine.

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    23 Jun 2021

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    A distant Enderman call sounded in his mind, curious as to why he was out so late for him. Ranboo warbled contently back, assuring he was fine.

    It was a beautiful night out after all. The clouds were something that the players of the server tended to look at and frown, sad they couldn’t see the stars twinkling in the night sky. For Endermen, and Ranboo as well, it felt safe.

    It looked like home.

    Each chapter is Ranboo and one of his enderman traits. He learns that maybe it's not a bad thing to be himself.

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    23 Sep 2021

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    He is the End Prince, and he sits atop his throne. The cities call out his name. The Dragon awaits his call.

    He is the End Prince, and a crown of crystals sits atop his head. His wings are patterned with delicate purple, symbolising the eyes of his people and of who he is.

    "...hello?"

    "Hello," breathes the End Prince.

    [this fic revolves around CHARACTERS from the DSMP, and not the content creators themselves. Relationships portrayed are all PLATONIC]

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    02 Aug 2021

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    Done

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    “The Angel of Death, the ferryman of the Styx, the terror of the western seas. One of the most feared captains ever to sail, and yet, I have to wonder… how did a man like you end up all on his own? We searched the area where you were found—not another soul in sight. So,” He fixes him with a long look, allowing the silence to hover like a dark cloud, the words rolling off of his tongue with all the venom and smugness he can muster, “—tell me, Philza. Where is your crew?”

    OR: Technoblade is a naval captain, and Phil his unwilling prisoner. Somehow, they manage to come out of it as friends in the end.

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    06 Jul 2021

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    Phil sidles closer, chin tucked in propped up elbows.

    “Penny for your thoughts?” He asks softly.

    And maybe alcohol loosens the tongue, or weeks long pondering gives way to resolve, or some mixture of both, and Techno hums thoughtfully, and he asks,

    “Will you mourn me, when I die?”

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    06 Jun 2021