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i think i'm bound for an introductory post

hi guys i'm maple and i like to write

i am 15(16 in like. 8 days) and go by he/they

i like enstars and like. mcyt and pokemon and so on i have a carrd if you wanna learn more

i'm mapleleaftag on everything with two exceptions

-ao3 i am stranger_from_another_dimension (unsurprisingly i only write about evboverse but there's older stuff in there)

-twitter i am maepleleaftag the misspelling is too funny for me to change

i like. writing and stuff and you're free to dm me on everything. i'm likely gonna reply

that's. kind of it

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parkour villain x emf does anyone hear me.

like. like. jjust.

"i don't think i've lived for anything more than him. for- for others. i was the champion's right-hand man, evbo's parkour master friend. then the champion's right-hand man again. maybe it's a cycle."

"maybe," pv looks at him and i should have clarified this earlier but pretend this is an au where pv won, "you haven't found anyone else to live for."

"i don't want to live for anyone but myself."

"then watch. watch, as i open up the world for you."

if this intrigues you i invite you to read a little bit more.

thank you.

the climb to the top of parkour civilization is a quiet one, as emf just watches on in abject horror as he slaughters anyone in his way through races. in the meantime it is emf who finds the routes for pv to take, the secret entryways up the temples of parkour, the paths of least resistance to get to where he wants to be.

and when that fabled moment arrives, where pv is to pry open this world himself, he watches as the world is cloaked in despair while it is deleted. citizens in panicked states driven to mass hysteria and pv explains that this is what the fighter level had to go through. this is simply payback, karma, his method of making the rest of parkour civilization feel despair.

when it ends, he jumps once, twice, on the command blocks, and it's such a blur emf can barely process it. and the world is recreated a new.

the land is whole, and varies. trees sprout, birds chirp, the world unfolds before both of them.

"live," pv looks to emf. "let this be your final command."

"teach me how to," emf says. "what is this?"

"this is the collective dream of the residents of the fighter level." and he realizes it looks oddly similar to seawatt's fake memory

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@flashypunches is this picky eater

Go my mavbo

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karma spoilers

@kawgetsu are you doing alright

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New writing rule: Checkov’s friend

If you introduce a named character with a relationship to a protagonist, their character arc must be resolved in a way that feels reasonable and satisfying

Which is to say: they can’t just dissappear when they’re no longer a convenient plot device

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OOMF GOT ITS ACCOUNT BAAACCKK

GUESS WHO GOT ITS FUCKING ACCOUNT BACK >:3333

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reminder to myself to think about the evboverse limbus company au + bird

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dear evbo limbus company au guy: we got affinities covered

....wait that guy was onto something

EVBO FROM PARKOUR CIVILIZATION PLEASE ITD BS SO FUNNY

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Princezam from PVP civilization is an Asian water monitor (Varanus salvator)

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ykw hell yeah it's native around india and bangladesh close enough. mashallah

Princezam from PVP civilization is an Asian water monitor (Varanus salvator)

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i figured out I can give a wizard hat to emoticons!!!

<|:3) <- when you are joyful and whimiscal

<|:-]) <- when you are pleased with a spell's results

<|:# <- when you have a silenced spell

<|:,( <- when the dragon burns your tower down

<|:O <- when the council approves your spell

<|:1 <- the goodtimeswithscar smirk :1

<|o( <- when you are an unhappy cyclops </3

<|>:3 <- when you are up to mischief

i support all of these

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"how many times has he accidentally nearly killed tabi? his hand unconsciously(at least, that's what he tells himself) twisting his axe inside her stomach, watching her expression and not even realizing she's in pain until she coughs blood onto his shirt. is this how the massacre of bowciv started? simply greeting someone and not realizing they had died until the durability on his axe inches upwards. "oh," he thinks. "so this is what my body commands me to do. alright.""

-me from a reblog but it was getting kinda long. didn't wanna keep it in that chain.

so i gift to you my ramblings

The moment he first found himself tearing through another and not flinching at the sensation, Clown knew he was nothing but a marionette. No, little more than a slave to what destiny wanted, a means for the hand of Death itself to strike upon PVP Civilization. He had little choice in the matter, no, he could not control where his sword swung, where his steps took him, what blows he parried, what breaths he took. All of it was from another, he was sure-- rehearsed and acted out by someone greater than him. He resisted against it, a little, foolishly trying to carve his own fate with the tool provided to him, going down kicking and screaming and shouting, "I am the creator of my own fate! I have given myself the right to choose!"

In hindsight it was all quite childish. The tears he shed for those he killed had to be wiped away, anyways, they were but a hindrance in the heat of combat- his voice shouting unnecessary vulgarity at beings that weren't on the same plane to hear it; so he learned that his tears and sorrow were better left buried, masked, hidden away, and his grievances left unsaid. No, there was no room for anything of the sort in the eyes of his puppetmaster.

Death acts swiftly. Death is not kind, for Death knows that its actions are quick, and that is the most mercy man deserves. So why should he not act the same; why should he relish in the blood shed by Death? The more this act goes on the more tiresome this repeated dance he enacts becomes-- he longs to savor what he causes, stand in it all and rake in the fear permeating the air, the stench of death, take pleasure in the final breaths of those he brings an end to. It's what his heart desires, and Death was foolish for giving him a heart.

That, no doubt, must be what Death rids of him next.

He will find himself acting on his desire, firstly, with no intention to take any lives, walking calmly as he sees others do. Weapon at his side, smile on his face, chatting about the day's occurrences with that girl he dared call an accomplice, a friend. He will smile and laugh as he's seen others do and she would chuckle to herself(a sound he's never quite perfected imitating, but maybe she likes it that way) and ask where he got that laugh from. She does not expect any answers, and Clown, the human beneath the skin of the marionette, appreciates this.

And next he will lay eyes upon some poor soul chosen to be the victim of Death. He, mistakenly, will greet them as if they are that friend, approaching with steps not his own, breaths slowing with a pace not chosen by him. In setting eyes upon this victim he has wordlessly given up his autonomy(what slivers of it he had) to the will of his puppetmaster. He may ask pointless questions with what time is given to him-- of "How many?" and "What is their sin?" but there will be no answer.

He will begin the slaughter by looking down and registering that sanguine hue drenching his weapon, and his victim's skin. And he shall drag his weapon upwards through their body until he cannot register them choking on their own blood clogging their throat-- that familiar sound in all of its horror-- and wish he could close his eyes and return when it is all finished.

Blocking it out like a child, however, is not a privilege Death grants him; an arrow whizzes past his ear, keeping him from loosing his footing. He is forced to endure every sense this massacre will give him.

"'Fore I am a man, I am a marionette," he recites beneath his breath like a mantra (as if he would ever allow himself to forget- perhaps this is simply Death's will once more stripping him of his autonomy) as his weapon cuts through flesh, "an instrument of the will of what defines this world." There is little emotion to find in his words, besides the small glimpse of tiredness hidden behind the grin carved into the porcelain mask adorning his face. "'Fore I am a man, I am nothing,"

Ripping and tearing and ripping and tearing and tearing and how much longer must he be chained to this fate? Tearing, that horrible sound, tearing, tearing until there is nothing left, and "I am but the hand of Death guiding others," a cry shouted amidst a slowly quieting space. He can hear the sound of his quivering voice against the walls and it is a reminder of why he himself cannot wield this axe, why another must do it for him, 'fore he is a man, he is a puppet,

"AND WHEN," he shouts at the body of a shaking Bow, blood splattering against them both, "WHEN, YOU DAMNED SINNERS, WHEN WILL THIS END?!"

His heart slows-- his heart, he has to confirm. It beats in his ear and he nearly drops his weapon when it lifts with a gory, squelching noise from the hole he had left where that body's brain was.

When did he start being himself?

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I need to shake you like a maraca. THANK YOU. THANK YOU FOR SPREADING PVPCLOWN HATE PROPAGANDA WITH ME

I love how Clownpierce wasn't an actual villain. We're so use to him being the villain, him being a self sacrificial hero felt like a multi layered meta twist. It's one of the reasons I really hope he stays a good guy in whitepine

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"ough. i hate that. but i accept it as part of the internet, which is something you'll have to do frequently!"

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THEY KILLED OOMF??!?!?!?!?!

hey, i signed up for the ship swap event annnd my account was terminated the same day lmao. (i know this is the wrong page i cant send dms on the new acc) what do i need to do to still participate in the event? (original acc was m1ss1ngt3xtur3)

I’ll take note of that! Lmk if this is the account you want to stay with for the event, I’ll just move your old submission under the new user!

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oh yeah wizard in my head pvp Evbo-- post canon always has a lump on his forehead because he's constantly kneeling to be killed quicker by the other civilizations <3 the consequences of being pvp civlization's savior ^_^

do you think he's ever seen his body in the middle of pvpciv and he's just. stared at it. wondered if it would get up, had hope that maybe all these deaths were fake. everyone's just playing pretend.

and then someone sneaks up on him and kills him