I was late to Quackity’s lore stream but I’m so glad I caught Purpled lore. RIP UFO. You will be missed o7
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I was late to Quackity’s lore stream but I’m so glad I caught Purpled lore. RIP UFO. You will be missed o7
purpled wears the suit = new lore; c!purpled only has two (2) outfits
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Howdy! Under my post you offered to talk about Purpled's lore/character and it would be really cool is you did that!
You have unlocked an unskippable cutscene I could literally talk about this for days on end
under the read more cause this is gonna be LONG
whoever says c!purpled didn’t die is a liar. he died and then woke up in his bed and said “gosh diddly darn it” like the white boy he is.
Revenge.
c!purpled talking to DogChamp, telling him all his plans and confiding in him is a funny bit at first, but then if you think about it. it’s really not?
this child just lost his home. both of the things he built to preserve his legacy blew up. one by choice, one so a spiteful ex vice president could prove a point.
never involved in any war or any conflict, which sounds good at first, but i can imagine looking at the bonds formed between tommy and tubbo, tubbo and ranboo, phil and techno, etc. and knowing that you could have had that really hurts, especially when the fighting stops.
c!purpled makes my heart break, this lonely child, so gracefully excluded from the rest of the world and forgotten.
he’s lonely. even joining las nevadas, even when around over dsmp players, even when he’s one of the best pvpers on the server.
so he talks to his dog. buries himself in his fur, comforts himself, distracts himself with his warmth, tries to convince his dog that they’ve made it! they’re in the big city! except he’s not really trying to convince just his dog, is he?
what he says: I'm willing to gamble on it
what he means: any contract signed by a minor is not legally binding
Technoblade x reader - The Red Banquet.
Dreamsmp reality
Continuing on from Quackity lore...
Coming out of your reverie you heard voices. A lot of them, shouting at each other, there were a few familiar ones. You tried calling out for help but no sound came out, tried lifting your hand but only a finger moved. You stayed there on the ground, in pain, barely breathing.
That’s when you heard fighting and more shouting. An itch in your throat grew until you were coughing, so hard, spitting out a black substance. It kept happening, you flinched when a hand started patting and rubbing your back encouraging you to get it all out. Turning to look back up, you saw the most beautiful sight. Your piglin Knight.
“Y/N? Oh princess.” His hands smoothed the soot from your face.
“Tec?” You whimpered, coughing still fuzzy from the smoke that had filled your lungs before.
“I’m here honey, I’m here.” He placed his hands around you picking you up bridal style with a small grunt.
“Why are dressed in armour?” He raised a brow, a small smile quirking at his lips at how you could be so inquisitive at a time like this.
“Quackity asked me to help him with something.” Techno grunted out.
“Quackity? As in the person you declared your enemy?” Your voice was hoarse and you basically wheezed out every word of the sentence.
“Let’s get you home first and I’ll explain later.”
You groaned when he placed you down on the bed, your body hurt, bruises littered here and there. He gazed down at you shaking his head.
“I thought I lost you.” He pressed his forehead to your, his hands grazing over every part of you he could grab. You winced when he pressed too hard over your side. Frowning he pulled your clothes out of the way, finding a massive purple bruise on your hip where you had fallen on the red stone. He seemed to be wincing along with you, as he looked over the hurt skin.
“Okay, let’s get you cleaned up sweetheart.” He smiled weakly. Helping you out of your clothes, and into a bath carefully. You felt so much better that you were clean, though your body still physically hurt.
“I’ll be right back. Stay.” You nodded knowing you definitely wouldn’t be moving. A few minutes later he returned with a bottle of red liquid.
“No.” You shook your head.
“Yes.” He sat down on the bed looking at you sternly.
“No Tec you know how I feel about potions.” You pushed his hands away.
“You need to heal. I can’t stand seeing you this way. Please darlin.” He begged, his eyes blurring slightly.
“Fine.” You let him help you drink the potion down. It tasted of sour cherries causing your face to scrunch up.
“Thankyou. Rest now.” He left for a bit while you tried to piece everything together. But the puzzle wouldn’t reveal itself and your head started to hurt the more you thought about it.
In the other room Technoblade sat in the bath, his hands on his face trying to rid himself of the image of you laying helpless like that. You looked so small to him.
Quackity had finally got Techno to agree, as much as Tecnoblade hated BigQ, he hated the egg more.
He waited in the shadows with Purpled ready to attack. Felt the blood coursing through his veins, the adrenaline. His wolves surrounded him looking to Techno for orders.
“No! You drop your weapons and you prepare! Because guess what Quackity, if you wanted to stop us. You should have brought more than just yourself.” Bad sneered holding up his crossbow. “You should have brought an army with you.”
“I did. In fact I brought the next best thing, I brought my biggest enemy.” Quackity laughed, and that was his cue. Techno jumped down next to BigQ crossbow in hand, his dogs following suit.
“Alright Quackity where’s this egg thing?” Techno asked ready to take down the red sludge. Gaps of surprise, Oh my gods and whoops sounded throughout the room.
“Right here Techno.” BigQ gestured to the egg.
“And Bad not only that, I went across the entire lands looking for the best mercenary I could find. Cause guess what? You’re right I couldn’t take you alone, so I got the two best fighters to help me out. So welcome him Bad.” Quackity grinned as Purpled jumped down too stopping next to him.
“What! We hired you to take out puffy and you joined the enemy’s side?” Bad sounded so surprised. He definitely wasn’t expecting this.
“To be frank with you, Quackity just had the better price.” Purpled shrugged.
“And Techno! You and Quackity are enemy’s! Why would you side with him?” Bad yelled getting on Technoblade’s nerves, not that he showed it.
“I don’t wanna work with this guy either, but this egg it’s goin too far. It’s warpin people’s minds, it’s controllin them, it has no plans on stoppin until it controls the entire world. And this egg is the epitome of everythin I stand against as an anarchist, and if I don’t stop it now it’ll be the end of the world. So yeah, I’m workin with Quackity.” Techno stated his case, his accent thickening the more he talked.
“No. No! We’re not going to allow you to stop this plan! We still outnumber you! It’s four against three!” Bad’s anger was raising quickly.
“Not for long.” Puffy smirked lunging forward and killing Antfrost. Then the battle happened, the fight seemed quick and Techno didn’t even receive a scratch from it. Soon the possessed people retreated into the walls and a discussion about what to do with the egg broke out.
Techno wasn’t much paying attention, he heard a heart beat deep within the walls. He slipped through the crowd of people and climbed his way up. Had his weapon held up ready to take out anyone that showed themselves. As he got closer he smelt it, your scent but it was clouded with smoke. Panic started to set it as he saw something in the darkness. A body.
He couldn’t ever see that again, it’s going to haunt him for the rest of his life. He loved you too much to loose you. He hadn’t even thought you were in trouble and yet you were dying all alone, without help.
For the first time in his life, Technoblade felt tears fill his eyes. Cupping his hands with bath water he washed them away, getting out of the tub quickly and drying himself. Not bothering to get dressed he slipped under the covers and pulled your sleeping form in his arms. Needing to feel your skin against his, needing to know you were there with him. That you were real.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t protect you when you needed me. I’ll try better, I promise.” He whispered pecking your forehead and held you close to his chest. To his heart.