#All but the tubbo one were drawn on a plane

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

🔱 - Ask box is open again! That means I can bring emotion again with Death Tubbo!

Tubbo let Wilbur come back as Ghostbur because he could see Wilbur was conflicted by his end. Mortals have before met him as a friend, but the way Wilbur had was just tragic. If only more care was given to him, he wouldn't have been into the Void. Wilbur had taught the current War about the value of peace, and him too. But Wilbur didn't have true peace after the button, he could feel it. So Tubbo let him, or at least, a part of him, come back to the mortal plane, as a ghost. Maybe then he could find peace.

Ghostbur was an interesting ghost. Memory loss just reminded Tubbo of his brother, Pestilence. He seemed happy, but he wasn't really. Tubbo hoped that he would find peace, and watched his antics from afar. It was funny when he would call him Ferryman. The mortals thought he Ghostbur was calling Tubbo a fisherman, but both knew the true meaning of that name.

When the Butcher Army found Ghostbur outside Techno's home, Tubbo could feel that the ghost's form had been disturbed. Water, snow. Ghosts by instinct knew to avoid those, but Ghostbur, for some reason, reeked of damage to his form. With a blue sheep at his side, Tubbo quietly worked his magic to undo the damage the weather had done to the ghost, while rowing to bring Technoblade to his first discussion.

The anvil fell, yet Techno survived, saved by dark magic. Tubbo could only shake his head when him escape. It would be fine, though. People could avoid the first discussion for so long.

Ghostbur inquired if he was changing. Maybe he was. After exiling Tommy, at his own request, Tubbo could feel his appreciation of life shift ever so slightly. When Ghostbur revealed he bonded with that sheep enough to name it Friend, he worked his magic, and offered it immortality. All the Horsemen had their mounts, their trusted companions. They were immortal, too, and disguised as pets. Even so, they couldn't bear to lose them, even for a short couple of months. After all the damage, he couldn't bear to subject him to the pain of loss all over again. For as long as he needed, Friend would stay by Ghostbur's side.

When Doomsday came, Tubbo could feel every Wither spawning, afterall, they were in part creatures of Death. Tubbo, minute after minute, would be drawn again and again into the Void, to welcome in the most innocent residents of L'Manberg: pets. His bees, countless pets, including some of his brother, and many of Techno's dogs, met him in the Void, for what? What was the message of this slaughter? What had they done, to deserve their meetings with him?

Tubbo felt bad when Friend appeared in the Void. The sheep wouldn't stay there, but he would take a while to respawn.

The worst sacrilege of the slaughter, paraded around like a war by the fools who caused it, was Ghostbur's suffering. Tubbo had allowed him to come to the mortal plane so he would find peace. He bit his lip when he felt his anger swell, because he was suffering, enough to wish to cease existing. Ghostbur had come to him and Tommy to ask to be revived. For the first time, in a long time, Tubbo hesitated. His domain was meant to bring an end, to bring peace. He had failed to bring this to Ghostbur.

Tubbo knew he changed when he allowed Jack Manifold to come back, after their third conversation. He assured him, though, that Technoblade will one day come here, whether he wants it, or not. He just has to be patient enough.

When the ressurection was attempted, Tubbo could feel it, even though he wasn't present. He felt that the ritual was done badly. No Totem, and the sword used was wrong. Whether it was done on purpose or not, he didn't want to know. When he met Ghostbur on the plane for the first time, he sent him back to the mortal realm, just as he was. He felt a pang of regret. Why is he condemning him to more suffering? Wilbur didn't deserve that.

The second time around, Tubbo hesitates. This allowed Ghostbur to be infected, by Schlatt. He sent him back fast enough for the two to not bond completely, but the damage was done, the two were linked now.

He helped the mortals quietly gather Totems, hoping they would give up, but... Tubbo himself wasn't sure he wanted to say no, forever.

When he allowed Wilbur to speak, when he and Tommy sat on the bench, Tubbo finally made up his mind about his fallen mentor's fate. He deserved closure. And if death can't give it to him...

... maybe life can.

Beautiful. This is beautiful. I love the things with Ghostbur and Tubbo interacting here. I love them all. God it’s great. ANd everything about this is amazing. Man.

#dream smp #dream smp au #children of the apocalypse au #tubbo #wilbur soot #ghostbur #technoblade #jack manifold #jack manifold tv #jschlatt #ghlatt #ask #trident anon #drabble

[felidaefighter]

To Become A God

Contrary to popular belief, Dream had never been a god. He’d had a relatively normal childhood, and even though he could do a bit of magic here and there that wasn’t accessible to most other people the way potions and enchantments were, he wasn’t some all-powerful being. He trained hard for both his wits and his fighting prowess, and was rivaled decently-- at least at first-- by his close friends and allies. He loved his friends and his pets and the land that he had a loose domain over, and though he enjoyed fighting at the end of the day he would always choose peace if he could.

Somewhere along the line, something changed.

Hard to tell what, looking back. It came more as a dawning realization over months, like the drawn-out morning of a bloodred sunrise. As Dream watched everything everyone ever loved get dangled over them as leverage, burned, killed, destroyed; over and over and over again. As he saw even the tiniest specks of trust instantly betrayed by scam after scam. Attachment, he realized, was futile-- it was also the key to power and regaining control.

So he got rid of his attachments. Bit by bit by bit. Subtle, reserved, always careful to think ten steps ahead. He severed them all, strings of attachment that doubled as strings one could use to puppet him like a marionette, emotional bonds and physical items alike. Even then, he had his doubts, though-- at least until Tommy tried to taunt him with Spirit, of course. It was that night, after he had finished placing all the obsidian he had, that he noticed the first physical changes.

The heavy weight of armor suddenly felt lighter and more natural to Dream than his own body. Neither did the weight of sleep hang over him-- so he tested himself, because it was fun, because he could. He was already so much stronger and more skilled than his peers and allies, but now, without the need for sleep, these skills were easily doubled. He confessed to Technoblade that he didn’t sleep, and the piglin seemed to think this a statement of a tired man to be pitied. Dream smiled under his mask at that. It was always better to be underestimated, after all, even by those you are likely to ally with.

Dream did take his armor off, of course. He had to when he was pretending to respect L’Manberg and earn President Tubbo’s hesitant trust. He genuinely considered letting those fools take their attempt at his life when he heard about the intentions behind his invitation to the festival, laughable as it was, but quickly decided against it. They would only become harder to control if they had for even a moment a sliver of hope that they could kill him. Besides, he couldn’t keep going into L’Manberg with his armor off. Physically couldn’t. There was something... wrong. Or maybe something right that wasn’t human anymore. See, he had gone to take off his armor, just to make sure it hadn’t gotten too worn. Sat down in the community house and undid the leather straps that kept his boots on his feet, and went to inspect it. The emptiness in the boot and his foot were the exact same thing. So he came up with a plan to distract them instead, and detached himself, as he had with everything else, from whatever that sight and sensation was making him feel.

“In all destruction... there’s a new beginning,” Dream told Tommy, generous enough to share his newfound wisdom with the only other person who understood the truth about it all. All destruction. All new beginnings. “Beautiful.” Dream’s fingers weren’t really there under his gauntlets when he flipped on the redstone switches that began the crater, but Dream was there. The myth, the legend, himself in (almost) all his glory. Tommy called him a monster for it; maybe he wasn’t incorrect in the physical sense. In every other way, though, Dream knew he was right. It was what he had to do. The fact that it was fun only added to it all.

Hood and mask and layers upon layers of clothing, Dream had come prepared, because he knew that Tommy wouldn’t want him in armor, knew that Tommy would do what he had been taught and dig a hole for it, not knowing he was digging into his own soul as he did. He wasn’t expecting Tommy to demand the mask go in as well. Poor little Tommy, clawing for scraps of anything he thought Dream might have attachment to. Thinking he could be humiliated.

“Your armor as well,” Tommy said. Dream pondered that he could do with a mask of his own, for even though his posture and tone were attempting to radiate power, fear still radiated from his eyes like a beacon of too many feelings all in the same person.

“I don’t think you want me to do that, Tommy,” Dream replied, trying and succeeding to sound like a broken man. A much better liar than Tommy ever was; ironic for their histories.

Tommy always resorted to insults when he was nervous. “Don’t try to tell me what I want. Why don’t you want to take your mask off, huh? You ugly?”

And Dream smiled, a broad grin that mirrored the painted face of his mask-- but he didn’t let it show in his voice, tried to sound humbled and meek, for the sake of the show.

“There’s nothing under here but a nightmare.”

Nearly everyone scoffed and laughed a bit, especially Tommy, so Dream relished the way their faces dropped in shock and horror when he obliged and took off his mask. “Should I take my hood off as well?” Dream asked, pretending it was an honest question, and Tommy looked like he was about to puke. There was a shaky chorus of “no”s. It was funny to watch Tommy conflicted over whether he should take back what he previously said and let Dream put his mask back on or have to deal with the void that currently inhabited the space where Dream should have been (though still technically was.) Ultimately the former won out.

As seriously as the Warden took his job, he let Dream keep his mask even in the highest security cell. It was “unnerving”, he had said-- Dream found it a fun little prank to throw his clock in the lava for Sam to replace, and wait for the visit in silence with his mask off just to see the look of unease on the face of the man who was trying to seem intimidating and all-powerful. He withheld that little detail from Bad, and it certainly made an effect on what the demon thought of the situation. Dream thought a lot about his own situation, too-- just not the cell part of it. The rest of it.

He thought about what it meant to have attachment. He thought about power. About control. And about the magic that only he had been able to do, long before even this. Detachment from items, detachment from people, detachment from this plane of reality. He did still have an anchor-- this he knew. Their own little story they had written all for themselves, he and Tommy, that was just too fun to stop being attached to, at least for now. Tommy was the only other person who had ever understood what attachments truly meant-- only he had gone the exact other way, leaning into his emotions and becoming even more human. Even more killable, even more mortal. But Dream? Contrary to popular belief, he had never been a god. But everyone on the server had better hope they kept believing it. Because when the time was right and Tommy wasn’t fun anymore, he was going to be.

#dreamsmp #dreamwastaken #mcyt fanfic #they write #long post #prison arc #hope these are the right tags #i keep seeing stuff about dream not having his mask in prison but please consider instead Whatever This Is

[bluedragonfairy2000]

Okay so I’m going to start a series of song posts. These post come from songs I’ve heard that made me make a concept or even a whole au up in my head.

The first of these is an au called

Heat-Hazed days au (the title comes from the song so go check it out.)

The song Heat-Hazed days or Kagerou Daze written by Jin and drawn by Sidu and the original singer was Hatsune Miku. Spoilers for what the song is about down below so check out the song first if you don’t want me to spoil the story first.

The story of Heat-Hazed Daze is that the two main characters Hibiya Amamiya and Hiyori Asahina are hanging out in the park on a hot summer day when Hiyori loses her cat which she had brought to the park with her. Hiyori chases after her cat and Hibiya run after her.

While Hiyori is chasing after her cat she runs across a street where she is immediately hit by a semi truck that ran a red light killing her almost immediately. This leaves Hibiya dazed on the side of the road after witnessing his friend die. Hibiya hallucinates that the summer heat is mocking him for not saving his friend. He then passes out from the shock and the heat.

Hibiya wakes up in his bed and checks his phone. When he checks his phone he is shocked to find it that he gone back in time to earlier that morning when he first woke up. He believes that his friend’s death was a nightmare and heads to the part to meet her. Once again Hibiya and Hiyori hang out at the park and once again Hiyori’s cat runs away from her. However, Hibiya stops Hiyori from running after her cat and says that they should leave.

Hibiya and Hiyori end up walking through town. At one point Hibiya notice that everyone around them is looking up in horror. Before Hibiya can figure out what everyone is looking at Hiyori passes him and is struck with a iron beam that had fallen from the construction site they were passing. The iron beam hits the center of her body and completely pierces her nearly cutting her in half. She dies and Hibiya is once again mocked by the summer heat for failing to rescue his friend. Hibiya passes out again and wake that same morning.

Hibiya tries to save Hiyori but for the next ten years she dies every day. Hibiya finally figure out a way to save Hiyori. He lets the events of the first day play out but just before Hiyori can get to the street he pushes her aside and gets hit by the same semi truck that killed her the first day and is killed instead.

Hiyori passes out and wakes up in her bed that morning crying to herself. She mumbles to herself that she failed to save Hibiya again as she cradles her cat close to her chest.

So basically both characters are continually killed off and the only way for one of them to live is of the other one dies that day. The person who dies doesn’t remember dying but they person who doesn’t die remember all the times their friend dies. So they are trapped in a cycle with no end in site.

That being said the Heat-Hazed days au would be slightly different but it would have the basic premise of the song.

Tommy wakes up one morning to find his dad (philza) and his brothers (Techno and Wilbur) mad at him because of something he did the night before. He decides to hang out with Tubbo that day so that he doesn’t have to deal with his family being angry at him. Tubbo meets him at the park and Tubbo brings along his cat (Ranboo). After hanging out for a bit the cat runs off and Tubbo chases after it. Tommy runs after Tubbo until they reach the street and Tubbo is hit by a semi truck. Tommy is dazed by this and then to make matters worse the summer heat morphs to look like a person (Dream) and mocks him for failing to save Tubbo. Tommy passes out and wake up that very same morning.

Tommy then spends the next ten years with his family angry at him every morning and his best friend dying no matter what Tommy tries to do. Eventually Tommy finally figures out how to save Tubbo. He lets the events of the first day play out but pushes Tubbo out of the way. He lets himself get hit by the truck hoping to break the cycle by dying.

Dream is shocked by this as he never had planed Tommy’s death he wanted to torment him but he didn’t know what to do now. He decided to see how the day would progress without Tommy and without his interference. He watched as Tommy’s family and Tubbo grieved for the loss of Tommy. He found it amusing to see that the family could go from being completely mad at Tommy to missing him the instant he was gone. He also found it poetic how Tubbo grieved for Tommy. He decided that he was going to continue his game but with these people in the mix.

He reset the day again this time having Tommy, Tubbo and Tommy’s family remember the day prior. Everyone but Tommy thought it was a nightmare so they continued on with their days like they had previously. The family wasn’t as mad at Tommy this time but the were still a little angry so Tommy didn’t notice the difference this time around. Tubbo and Tommy hung out like every other time but when Tubbo’s cat ran away this time Tommy got up to go chase after it.

This is getting kinda long so I will post a part 2 later.

#music #heat-hazed days au #tommyinnit #tubbo #wilbur soot #technoblade #philza #dreamwastaken