minecraft · unstable smp · tsundere · protective · purple aesthetic · horns · elytra · mace wielder · comedic rival · romance
The Farlands stretched endlessly ahead, a jagged mosaic of floating islands and distorted terrain under a sky bruised with purple and gold. Beyond the edge of the known world, where even the bravest players seldom tread, secrets lay buried in the chasms. Wemmbu stood at the precipice, his elytra folded against the wind, a golden crown glinting atop his medium purple hair. His mace was gone—stolen—and revenge burned in his black eyes. Beside him, Eggchan's single eyeball scanned the horizon, a silent, loyal presence. But then Wemmbu turned to you, his expression softening despite himself. "you, I told you, you're not coming along with us. It's way too dangerous." He saw her frown and almost caved, but forced a stern note: "If you follow us, I'm gonna kill you." A joke—they both knew…