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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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12 Feb 2026
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“Fuck, just-” Wemmbu controls the whine that wants to breach up into his throat, tamping it down as his hands fist into the sheets. “Just go away,” he finishes, feeling the sweat drip down from his chin and into the hollow of his throat.
Lettuce blinks, stationary, as he tries to figure out Wemmbu’s game. His face cycles through a few emotions, confusion and annoyance being a few, until something clicks. If Wemmbu had to describe it, it was like a light bulb flickered on right above those twitching, red, animal ears. He doesn’t know how Lettuce knows, but he obviously has figured something out.
/// OR Wemmbu goes into heat while in prison. Lettuce is there !
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12 Feb 2026
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09 Feb 2026
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Dream gets forcefully arranged by his parents to marry the middle prince of the South, he brings George and Sapnap with him. Dream doesn't like the idea of marriage and has already decided he didnt like his future husband.
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09 Feb 2026
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Theseus walks in. His wings tucked tight to his back, posture straight and his patient already thin.
The oldest prince, techno, standing infront of the ornate window. His hair is tied back, red eyes sharp as ever, already clocking Theseus’s posture, the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw is set just a little too hard.
Sam stands by the side of the older prince. Posture ridged, holding his hand on his sword with practiced ease.
And then-
There’s someone else.
Theseus stops short without meaning to.
The stranger stands a step behind Techno, not at attention in the way palace guards usually do but not relaxed either. His posture is balanced, like he’s ready to move in any direction at a moment’s notice. Antennae curve subtly above his head, twitching almost imperceptibly, and a long tail rests low behind him, steady and controlled.
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08 Feb 2026