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Wemmbu dies to Flame’s sword during their rematch. Dying in a hardcore server is—of course—permanent, so he doesn’t expect to open his eyes ever again.
But he does.
He wakes up in an entirely different world. One ruled by heroes, villains, and vigilantes alike. A place governed by systems and organizations so intricate they run deeper than anything he has ever known. The people here are familiar in the worst possible way: faces he recognizes, now hidden behind masks and titles.
Through it all, Wemmbu has only one goal. He needs to find a way back to Unstable SMP.
The question is whether this world—and the people who claim him—will ever let him leave.
Or,
Wemmbu respawns into a Superhero AU and accidentally collects a harem. Let the guy get home in peace, dammit!
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- Part 3 of Ult1mately’s Unstable/Lifesteal Fics
- Part 1 of Respawn: The Archives
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ParrotX2's unofficial guide on how to survive in a world filled with Vigilantes, Superheros and Supervillains (On Hiatus again!) by Miri553
Fandoms: Lifesteal SMP, Unstable Universe (Web Series), Strength SMP
11 Jun 2026
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ParrotX2’s life sucks, like really badly. Well, of course it would. He’s born quarter parrot which basically meant his wings were too small to fly while still having them affect ordinary life. His parents died very young, he has almost no friends and the people he was friends with either died or left him.
he lives off of instant noodles and he works at the most dangerous coffee shop around. Oh did he mention his powers suck ass?
But it’s fine, it’s totally fine, as long as his life plans don’t get thrown out of the window because of Villains, or hero’s, or Vigilantes. He’ll make it work.
Turns out, life kind of has a way of fucking him over.
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The Director stared at him, Parrot really didn’t expect his day to end with a notorious supervillain staring him dead in the eye.
“What parrot are you?” He asked
“What?”
“You know, like what type of parrot are you, a Military Cacaw, a Parakeet,”
“Ok first off bro, why would I be a parakeet, second off. Good question, I don’t know. Third, shut up.”
(I'M ONLY SHIPPING THE IN GAME CHARACTERS, NOT THE PEOPLE IRL)
(Cousin's coming over for like two weeks, love this guy)
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Wemmbu makes a choice he’s never been good at making: he listens.
After an impersonator forces his hand, he follows Eggchan’s advice, changing his armor trims and voicechanger to assume a new identity. Now, with a different anchor, Wemmbu refocuses on a quieter goal: get Eggchan out of the End, disappear, and build something that can’t be taken away from them. Together, they create new identities and a hidden home; thus, peace is finally earned.
But choices, like stones cast into a river, only ever disturb the surface. The current keeps moving; the river stays the same. No matter how carefully Wemmbu changes his path, trouble still knows where to find him.
It’s only a matter of when.
Or,
Wemmbu runs away with Eggchan. Doesn’t he know devotion like that attracts jealous eyes?
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- Part 2 of Ult1mately’s Unstable/Lifesteal Fics
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Zanka has the patience of a saint—or so has said Riyo when she likes to put it to the test.
But right now it is starting to prove how wrong that first assessment was.
“What?” Zanka’s voice cracks on the question, an alarming expression morphs his face, “Please, repeat that?”
“Jabber is joining The Cleaners starting today,” Corvus repeats with all the seriousness in the world, not a hint of humor nor sarcasm is shown, “He’s going under the vigilance and tutelage of Team Akuta.”
Jabber joins the cleaners for reasons Zanka doesn't really want to know.
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“Mr. Emerson,” Mr. Widgers started, playing with the chalk in his hands, “I think you have a perfectly fine seat right there,” he pointed next to you, “wouldn’t you agree?”
Gareth glared at him exasperatingly for a brief moment, before shrugging and mumbling a quick, “fine.” He picked up his things, sauntering begrudgingly over to you, and tossing the things atop the desk so they’d slam. It earned a fair couple of snickers, and you just caved in on yourself as he threw himself down.
After a moment, Gareth turned towards you, a bit of both annoyance and hatred in his eyes. He scanned up and down you, before looking you right in the eyes and whispering, “since it seems as though we’re gonna have to spend a lot of time together, I just thought you should know that I really, really hate cheerleaders.”
You blinked, taken aback, “excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he spat, smirking. He leaned in, fire and pride in his eyes, echoing, “you heard me.” He then turned away from you, slumping back in his chair and pretending to focus back on Mr. Widgers.
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