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dead-sp1der · 15 days
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everytime I think about purple duo in season 3 in comparison to season 4 I go a little bit more crazy
vitalasy asking/making subz kill him because he was convinced his job was done, he saved the server and there was nothing left for him to do (in denial that lifesteal would not and could not be saved)
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subz asking/making vitalasy kill him because he had given up, and was convinced his life was only hurting the people he cared about
subz killed vitalasy very reluctantly but did it because he cared
vitalasy only killed subz after begging, bargaining and pleading for subz to promise to return to the server, return to him
subz was asked to do something he did not want to do both times (kill vitalasy, promise to return to the server) but agreed because he cared. because he knew what vitalasy is like as a person. he did not ask for anything in return, killing vitalasy was something he probably knew was coming. because that's just who vitalasy is.
vitalasy can't stand to lose people. he is selfish in the way that he wants to die first, so he doesn't have to bear living without the people he cares about
subz doesn't have grand goals or desires, he'll go along with whatever his teammates (vitalasy) wants because he cares about them more than anything. this, i think, stems from when subz tried to hold onto vitalasy's ideals after vitalasy's death in s3, but ultimately failed; ending the series in a truce and mass suicide pact. he learns that conflicts on the server are futile and will result in some semblance of peace at the end of the day. all that matters is that you have your allies by your side. something he lacked during the end of season 3. something he desperately wanted during season 4. he is selfish in the way that he'd rather look away than face conflict head on. dying in season 4 means he didn't have to look at the people he loved fight with each other, because what is the end of the server if he can't hold both his allies close to him. what is the end of a season if he can't hold their hands while they all plunge to their deaths.
the only way purple duo could get a happy ending is if they get banned side by side in a battle they both want to fight. vitalasy for the good of the server. subz for the good of vitalasy against a foe he does not care about.
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eclipse sleeping arrangements, and no I will not take criticism
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whalesharkstho · 9 months
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so i drew this grape flavored little shit from the gemcyt au
gemcyt by chrisrin and charoite by marblegroves :)
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fishnoodles · 1 year
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u wish u were me rn. with my dolls
(original by @ink-ghoul!!!! I just used their models as a base 2 work off of)
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rainy-daze1 · 11 months
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has there been an myct purple guy tournament yet. because there's like a LOT of those guys it feels like there should be
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fluxydrawings · 2 years
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man that duo sure can ourple. a rather short one but new podfic’s out :D hope yall like it!
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bitterborne · 6 months
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"Oh, spawn of the creator~" Glitchtrap muses as it kicks its legs while sitting upon the countertop, "Do you really think you'll be something more than just a shadow of him?"
IT  KIND  OF  FEELS  LIKE  BEING  SCOOPED.  AGAIN.  Michael’s  breath  ( unneeded )  catches  in  his  ( torn )  throat,  and  something  ugly  ( childish )  holds  his  tongue  for  a  moment  too  long.  The  rabbit  sure  knows  where  to  kick  a  dog  when  it’s  already  down,  and  Michael  has  barely  recovered  from  the  nasty  surprise  of  seeing  it  in  the  first  place.  For  a  moment,  he’s  sixteen  again  –  tall,  but  never  as  tall  as  his  father  –  strong,  but  never  as  strong  as  his  father  –  trying  so  hard  to  be  good,  but  never  good  enough  –  and  lost  for  words.  All  he  can  do  is  stare  at  the  glitch  for  a  torturous  second,  before  laughing.  Harsh,  rough.  Resigned.  
They’re  the  same,  aren’t  they ?  Both  created  by  him.  The  thought  is  laden  and  sour  in  his  throat  when  he  speaks:
“ I  guess  he  didn’t  have  time  to  code  you  with  some  kind  of  command  to  shut  the  fuck  up. ”  Not  that  Michael  really  thinks  his  father  would  have  done  that  anyway.  He  always  seemed  to  like  the  sound  of  his  own  voice  too  much.  But  he’s  bitter,  brash  with  his  next  words.  “ I’m  literally nothing  like  him  – ”   ANYMORE.  “ – and  hey,  look  who’s  still  standing.  It’s  sure  not  him. ”
That,  at  least,  makes  him  smile,  even  if  it  is  a  hollow  victory.  Steps  forward,  despite  all instinct,  towards  the  rabbit,  his  upturned  lips  mocking  and  hard, and adjusts the mask so it can see his scarred grin.
“ At  the  end  of  the  day,  I’m  the  one  that  survived.  Guess  the  world  really  wants  me  to  eradicate  every  last  memory,  every  shadow,  of  him,  huh ? ”   And  Glitchtrap  is  next,  if  he  doesn’t  shut  up.  Deep  down,  a  part  of  him  still  itches  for  a  bit  of  destructive  violence, and even if smashing up a computer monitor won't hurt it, it sure as hell would feel good. 
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ueueueueee · 2 years
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fuck it, time to put some dsmp fanfic here
TWs: abusive therapist, panic attacks, improperly handled panic attacks, guilt tripping, mentions of suicide, mentions of self harm, so much c!ranboo hurt, mild physical violence
In which Dream is not a very good therapist
Ranboo was sat in what looked like a therapist's office, on a couch, with someone he didn't recognize sitting across from him holding a clipboard. Apparently he was going to therapy. He didn't know that. He'd never been here before- at least, not that he could remember. He reached into his pocket for the small copy of his memory book he kept on his person- only to not find it.
"Oh, your book. I took that earlier," the man across from him said, and the voice was undeniably Dream's. He'd never seen Dream without his mask before. Had he? Had he forgotten? "I figured it would be better for you if you got your memories from a more unbiased perspective. It's not healthy to only trust your own word, especially when your memory is faulty," he explained without having been asked.
Ranboo nodded. Yeah, that seemed right. It sounded right. Dream knew what he was talking about. Since when was Dream a therapist? "Since when were you a therapist?" he asked.
Dream chuckled. "Decided to take a page out of my mom's book, y'know?" Ranboo stared blankly. "Puffy. Do you remember her?"
"I do." He couldn't forget Puffy. What did Puffy do again? She was a sheep. Right? Sheep lady. "I just didn't know she was your mom."
"Right. Of course you wouldn't remember that." Something in his voice sounded bitter. As if Ranboo should have remembered. Should he have?
"I don't even know you. We've only spoken, like... once?" Ranboo protested.
Dream sighed. "You keep saying that." He scribbled something down onto his clipboard. Ranboo couldn't imagine what. Unable to remember the lives and faces of his close friends. He suddenly felt bad. Dream looked up. "You were here talking about your struggles. Your deteriorating memory," Was it deteriorating? Ranboo didn't think it was any worse than usual, "your relationship with your husband, and your feelings of general self-doubt."
That made sense. Those were all things he struggled with. Ranboo fiddled with his hands a bit. "I guess I'm worried that I wasn't there for enough of Tubbo's life," he said, missing how Dream suddenly looked irritated at the mention of Tubbo's name. "I joined the server pretty late, I mean. I don't know what L'manburg was like before he was president, or-"
Dream cut him off. He didn't think therapists were supposed to do that. "L'manburg is dead, Ranboo."
His tail flicked in irritation. "I know that-"
"You need to move on. Stop focusing so much on the past." He scribbled on his notepad again. Ranboo winced. He was supposed to feel better, right? This was meant to make him feel better. Why did he feel worse?
Dream looked up. "Why not tell me about your feelings of self-doubt, hm?" Ranboo wasn't done with the topic of Tubbo, but he guessed Dream didn't like that topic.
"I mean, I guess... I guess I sort of feel like I don't have any real purpose. I mean, I don't remember anything about where I come from, or my parents, or even why I have this-" he gestured towards the crown on his head, "and I've just been trying to help people, I guess. But whenever I help someone, I just turn around and help someone else who completely undermines them. Like when I promised to help Quackity protect Las Nevadas, but then I helped Wilbur blow it up." He swallowed. "Or when I promised to help protect Tommy..."
"And then you helped me kill him," Dream cut in.
Ranboo blinked. "I- I what?"
"You forgot?" Ranboo opened his mouth to answer, but Dream didn't let him. "Of course you forgot. Christ. You set off the TNT that trapped him in Pandora with me, remember?" Ranboo froze up. Shut down. Wrapped his tail around himself. "Ah, great, another one of these," he heard Dream mutter, before his own heavy breaths drowned out any sound.
He killed Tommy. He killed Tommy. He killed his best friend. He killed his husband's best friend. His hand shot up into his mouth, fangs digging into his palm as he hyperventilated, eyes wide, pupils narrowing into slits. His tail darted from side to side, and eventually stinging tears started pricking at his eyes. Vaguely, he heard a voice, but he couldn't- he couldn't possibly make it out over his heart pounding in his ears.
"Ranboo!" a voice shouted over the chaos. A hand clasped down on his shoulder, but he didn't respond, just shut his eyes, shook his head, let the tears streaming down his cheeks burn him. He was being irrational. Why was he doing this? Why was this happening? Why was-
He heard, before he felt, the crack of the back of a hand against his cheek. The sound stunned him into opening his eyes. The pain made him try to listen to Dream, out of fear. Why was he afraid? He shouldn't be afraid. He should feel better. "Calm down, Boo. Jeez," Dream muttered. Vaguely, Ranboo wondered why he called him that. Tubbo called him Boo. Everyone else called him Ranboo, because that was his name. How did Dream even know he was married to Tubbo in the first place? How did-
"Are you gonna listen now?" Ranboo nodded shakily, and Dream pulled away finally finally finally. "Good." Dream's gaze rested on Ranboo's eyes for an uncomfortable period of time. Ranboo didn't like eye contact. He looked away. "You have to stop being so avoidant, Boo," Dream chided, but he didn't look back.
Then Dream sighed, stood up and returned to his desk. When had he left it? When had- "You seem pretty torn up about all this, huh?"
Ranboo shrugged. Nodded. That's what he was supposed to do.
Dream frowned. Looked down at his notepad. Scribbled something. Looked back up. "Have you considered offing yourself?"
"What?" Ranboo sputtered. What an incredibly forward thing to say. What a thing to say to your client, who's presumably paying you to make them feel better.
"I mean, it just seems like you're all out of options here," Dream said with a shrug. "Y'know, everyone says suicide is the coward's way out. And you've always been a coward."
He was joking. It was an awful joke. It was a horrible joke. That's just how Dream was. He made awful, horrible jokes. But Ranboo's chest felt tight. "I saw you bite your hand. I saw all the water burns on your fingers. I know you already hurt yourself. Why not go that extra mile?" His throat closed in on itself. He couldn't breathe. "Is it because you're too scared? I mean, I've heard about what hell is like. It's not exactly pleasant."
Dream's voice coiled in like a snake, hissing into his ear before the venomous strike. "People like you don't go to heaven, Ranboo."
He couldn't remember anything after that.
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ruizpizzaria · 6 months
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Red & Ourple duo
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went back 2 revise a few things so heres a better reupload!!!
checkered pattern source : Freepik
best dumbass friend duo where wacky hijinks ensues whenever theyre together
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ssseriema · 10 months
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designing ourple duo
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kishdoodles · 1 year
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what if I furried ur ourple duo. what then
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Welcome to the Blue and Orange bracket!
Welcome to the bracket for all of your blue and orange characters!
Submit a character that is both blue and orange, or two characters that together form a blue/orange duo right here!
I stole this idea from was inspired by blogs like @redandbluebracket, @redandgreenpoll, @purpleandyellowshowdown and @ourple-battle!
Guidelines for submissions:
Using a fairly loose definition of orange and blue here. Teal is blue, brown is orange. Red is not orange, and purple is not blue.
Submit as many characters as you want, but only submit them once. I'll know if you spam the submissions. I'll know.
Fictional characters only! However, fictional characters representative of real people will be accepted if they are distinguishable from the real person.
The bracket will have 16-64 spots, most likely. This is subject to change.
In the case of a perfect tie, a rematch will be posted.
Submissions will close on March 5th, unless there are not enough submissions to produce a bracket.
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wowieeitsisa · 7 months
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STICKTOBER - DAY 7: Farm
I can’t bring myself to make a full drawing today, so, silly doddle :]
MY farm duo + ourple UWBFWKFIHWBE
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motts-fruit-punch · 1 year
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ourple duo doodles
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kab oodle!!
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deldeldel90 · 3 months
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Blaine & Lance duo is called the Ourple bros amen 🙏🙏
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