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There was a man who wore a green haori.

The man with the haori had a friend who wore a bright crown. Whose long hair flickered in the winds.

One day, he and his friend set out to see the sunset. It was a special day.

They decided to climb a hill so they could get the best view. As the man climbed, he laughed and joked with his friend. Gentle winds flew by as to comfort him while the sun casted him in shadow.

When they reached the top, the man paused to catch his breath. Another calm breeze rustled his hair, cooled him.

His friend grinned playfully as the man straightened himself.

When the his breathing had evened, the man's friend drew a sword made of precious jewel and took off his bright red cloak. He presented these to his friend.

A gift, He told him. To keep you safe. To keep you warm.

His friend smiled as a breeze flew by, scattering any dead leaves that still littered the floor.

The two friends then sat, side by side, facing the sun as it slowly sank behind the mountains. As he admired the warm tones of the sky, the man talked to his friend, who listened intently. They shared pointless conversation, gentle winds rustling his clothing.

When the sun had disappeared with only pale beams peaking over the horizon, the man's friend got up, stretching, and told him he had to leave.

He took his crown off his head and laid it on the cloak next to the sword. He bid his friend farewell and vanished with the breeze.

The man in the haori sat there for a while, long after the sun had left, taking its light and warmth with it. However, the man was not cold. Next to him, folded and neatly arranged, sat the belongings of a dear friend.

A gift. To keep him warm and to keep him safe.

Warm winds came to comfort him.

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Happy birthday, Technoblade. Fly high, we love you.

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I began watching the unstable universe series and five videos in, I'm starting to think that Parrot's videos should at least have some kind of warning for the emotional anguish I just experienced.

I am not okay.

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I'm so tired but all I can think about as I try to sleep is the four different drafts I have discarded all because Branzy is a pain in the ass and is the most difficult character I have ever tried to write.

I still love him tho.

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Hey, can water benders like, bend acids? Most acids are liquid, and if they can bend blood, why not acid?

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I thought Clown would be the difficult one to write, only to find out that Branzy is an absolute ASS in terms of character.

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Something something Clownzy fic I wrote for Valentines day.

It's incomplete 'cause I got a bit lazy. I'm putting it here for the ten people keeping this ship sailing.

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Someone knocked on Branzy's door.

It was odd because Branzy did in fact, have a doorbell, but he ignored it in favor of seeing who decided to bother him on this lovely Friday afternoon.

Looking through the peephole, Branzy didn't see anyone on the other side.

Despite the obvious lack of an actual person though, Branzy decided to open the door anyway.

Even after opening the door, there didn't seem to be anyone at all. However, Branzy did see a basket of flowers right in front of his door.

Not just any flowers, roses.

Red and purple roses, all gingerly placed in a basket, that was sitting outside his door. Tied to the handle of the basket with a red ribbon, was a little tag that read:

Happy Valentines Day

~ CP

This... was unexpected. Branzy didn't have a lover. He wasn't seeing anyone either. He had no clue who could have given him these.

CP must have been the initials of this mystery person, but among the few people Branzy knew, none of them had these initials.

Unknowing what to do, Branzy took the basket inside, and set it on a table. Then, he went on with his day, the flowers staying a prominent presence in his home.

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That's it. Happy (Late) Valentines Day.

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Branzy was an idiot. An absolute dumbass.

It sometimes made Clown wonder what went on in his head. Always so meticulous with the details of his builds, and yet when it came to quite literally anything else, he seemed to forget everything.

The thing is, Clown didn't not like Branzy.

This was unusual, because Clown would generally find people like this annoying. They were so innocent, so gullible, so easily manipulated.

However, when Clown looked at Branzy, soft air-headed Branzy, he couldn't help but find him to be... endearing.

Perhaps that was the explanation for the odd emotion taking root in the place where many thought Clown's heart to be.

And perhaps Clown did have a heart after all. I wouldn't know, and neither did he.

But, if Clown did have a heart, it would undeniably, unquestionably, belong to Branzy.

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I don't know enough about Clown's or Branzy's character to really write any detailed, fleshed-out stories, but I wanted to write something. Hope you liked it. :)

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evbo was classical conditioned into believing parkour is a sustainable way of life so even in his humanistic approach to parkour civilization, he still included parkour as a necessary part of life because he associates parkour with living

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In parkour civ, clown is technically as old as the old man, yet he has enough energy to jump around like a freaking maniac.

I was trying to make sense of this, and my conclusion is that clown is immortal (somewhat).

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It's late, but I'm thinking of a clownzy fic where Branzy gets transported (somehow) to the Parkour civ universe, meets Evbo, accompanies him on his journey, they find Clown, they (Branzy and Clown) fall in love or whatever, Clown gets a redemption arc, and they live happily ever after.

I'm debating if I should write this. Anyone intersted?