#blob wilbur speaks

[pancakebluess]

no one’s ever burnt you - never grow up

- SBI hero / AU

- WIP

Unlike what his family seems to think, Tommy’s not stupid . He can see the way they ignore the news, he can hear how the windows slid open at night- the shadows that passes by the blondes own before they leave. How they wince and hiss at covered wounds when they come home, how they ignore his questions as if they were poison.

He’s not stupid.

He knows he lives with three criminals, three criminals who appear on the news every other week, claiming a persons life as of it was nothing . He’s not stupid, he sees how Puppeteer has the same curly hair as his brother, how Bloodhound snarls just like his own- and how Nightwing holds the same hair that is a perfect match to his.

Tommy knows he lives with villains; but, he doesn’t think his family realizes how he winces at his own wounds, how his window is left a little open every night so he can slid through, how on some days, he’s so tried that he can’t even get out of bed from hours and hours of training. While he knows that his family is the feared syndicate, he doesn’t think they realize that he’s the new upcoming hero - Apollo - and that they laugh with one of the people they fight every week.

They don’t notice how they live with an underaged hero.

☀︎︎

Tommy pours cheerios into his bowl, frowning once realizing there’s no milk. “Dad forgot to go shopping’, I guess.” Huffing, he grabs a spoon and sits down, eating dry cereal, as he watches amusedly as Wilbur stumbles down the stairs. He snickers, the brunette shoots him the middle finger, which, rude.

“Nice bruise,” Tommy speaks through a blob of messed up cheerios, pointing out the black eye that his brother sports. “Fall down another staircase?” He’s being sarcastic, and Wilbur seems to recognize that as he burrows through the cabinets. “Something like that.”

Tommy, offhandedly, feels some level of guilt at the bruise - knowing the only reason he has a bruise is because Apollo had used Puppeteers face as a springboard last night in a last ditch effort to get away. Oops. He swallows down a chunk of cereal. “Stay away from staircases,” the blonde mumbles out, flicking a dry cheerio at the brunette. “Gremlin.” Is hissed out, as he gets another middle finger in response, and a comment half mumbled about rabies.

☀︎︎

Tommy realized he lived with three villains when he was thirteen, digging through his brothers closets in hopes of a new sweater - instead finding the masks of the most feared villains amongst the city. In all grown out honesty, he couldn’t bring himself to be scared, more so numb at the information. Because in the end, it made sense, the whispered conversations when he left the table- the nights where he wasn’t invited out with the rest of them; it made sense.

Despite that, he used to be bitter at the fact, bitter that he was left out, abandoned every planned out movie night - instead of watching some flashy new musical per Wilbur’s request, he watched as his family destroyed, or nearly get killed on live television.

He used to be bitter when he was thirteen, cold at the fact he was left out; now, he was fifth-teen and a had secret of his own, an unwilling hero.

#writing #writing wip #sbi fanfic #crimeboys #bedrock bros #angel duo #sand duo #twinsduo #superhero tommyinnit #villain wilbur #villain Philza #villain technoblade #hero au #sbi au #ao3 writer #ao3 #mcytblr #mcytao3 #pancakebluess

[dragooned-speaks]

Down Into The Empty Pit of H*ll

Hello ppl! My first attempt at an actual fandom fic, and since I never watched the streams, I did my best but some details may be off. Also, this applies to personality. I did my best to write them in character, but when you’re relying on fanfics to do this… yeah. Also, Tommy was exiled on an island.. right? I tried not to cuss for Tommy so… Also, this might be stretching the timeline (I’m not that up to date on Dream SMP), and this probably didn’t happen, but I wrote this. Now it’s my headcanon (my first!) Also, fair warning, I didn’t read through this after writing it. Whelp, gotta pray on my life for it I guess.

TWs: Death, Temporary Death, Major Character Death, Permanent Deaths, Limbo, Dead People, Bleeped Out Cusses, Angst Without A Happy Ending, Spoilers for Dsmp, Killing, Slight gore? (Aka dead body right after dying), This Is Kinda An Ambiguous Ending, Possession, Illusions, Limbo, Emotional Damage, characters that are (probably) ooc.

“Why don’t you go see him then.”

With those words, the moldy, brown green potato hit him for the last time, and-

THUD

Cold concrete pressed against his skin as the freezing temperature jump started him once more. He had definitely broken something, and he could practically hear his wings screaming in pain. He brought his hands up to push away the dirty, grimy blond hair before freezing. His hands were calloused from exile, but he swore he had at least dunked his hair in water once or twice in the cold, briny water of the sea that surrounded his island.

“Tommy?”

The voice trembled in the air, as if it might fall flat of its target. It was quiet, somber, and yet… it was familiar to him.

Turning, he found himself faced with his.. his brother. But there was something wrong with him. His once peachy, vibrant skin had dulled to an ashy gray, worse than Pogtopia, borderline monotone. His wings were no longer brown, rather ragged and gray not unlike Ghostbur’s. Bright warm brown eyes were empty like the void and dark like the corners of this strange hall.

His brown, fluffy hair he loved to spend so long caring for was limp and dull, sporting a white streak. The beanie he loved so much was tattered and worn, and it looked years older than when Tommy had last seen it.

“You died?” Wilbur asked, without beating around a bush as he would have before.

Confused, the young avian tilted his head.

“I… didn’t die?”

Wilbur smiled, but it looked sad, and tears that used to flow stained his face.

“That’s what they all say, don’t they?”

Dying… suddenly, a light brown blob flashed before his eyes, being swung straight towards him as he closed his eyes, waiting, as he heard the sadistic laugh of the one named-

“Tommy?”

A cry of agonizing pain shook the halls, and Tommy jumped as his reddish brown wings ruffled in panic. He turned over to see… Wilbur, flickering as he fell to the floor. Without knowing it, Tommy was instantly at his side, easing him back to his feet.

“What happened W- what happened?”

He wasn’t ready to say the name just yet.

Again, Wilbur flashed him that same sad smile he had before.

“It’s Dream, Tommy.”

Confusion must have been clear on his face, as Wilbur took in a deep breath before speaking.

“The wielder of the Revival Book controls limbo-“

“The Revival Book?!” Tommy interrupted. “It’s real?”

“Yes, Tommy,” Wilbur said, smile somehow even sadder. “It’s real, and its wielder controls limbo, whether it’s pleasant or terrible, or if it feeds off your fear.”

“Dream…”

“Yes, and I was chosen for this position.”

“What position?”

“I have to show people the way and send them on to their limbo.”

Tommy’s blue eyes quickly snapped towards Wilbur’s face from where they were straying away.

“Wait what?!”

Wilbur’s eyebrows bent in a u shape, as if sympathetic.

“The limbo knows all I want is to keep people safe, so now I have to send people off knowing that they’ll be suffering.”

“Why can’t I just stay here though?” Tommy asked, head tilting in the bird like way he tended to. “What’s stopping me?”

“Oh, Tommy, I would keep every spirit here if I could, but I can’t.”

“Well- that’s- that’s stupid!” Tommy spat, turning his head away before Wilbur could see his watery eyes.

Suddenly, Wilbur’s eyes shot open, and his body stiffened.

“Wilbur?” Tommy tried.

“Glad to see you two have been getting along,” Wilbur sneered.

Immediately, Tommy stiffened, recognizing the sadist’s voice.

“Oh, come on Tommy,” Wilbur grinned. “Playtime’s over now.”

“Get the f*ck away b*tch!” Tommy cried, scrambling backwards, tears evaporating in his fear.

“Come on, that’s no way to treat your only friend, is it now?”

Tommy flinched, and slowly glanced up, feeling the feathers on his head poof as he saw Wilbur’s eyes glowing that hateful shade of green as strings held his brother up like a puppet. Before he registered what was happening, “Wilbur” grabbed his arm and dragged him into a subway train that had come without him noticing.

As “Wilbur” threw him into the train car, he saw tears glistening in the dark eyes of his once brother.

“Goodbye Wilby.” He whispered, and by magic, which was probably true, Wilbur heard him.

As the train doors began to close, Tommy saw Wilbur’s eyes no longer glowing as he ran toward the shutting doors, full on crying. As the train began to move, he barely caught the whisper of sound that left his brother’s lips.

“Goodbye Toms.”

Tommy didn’t know how long it was until the train doors opened, only that it felt like months had passed in the small, compact compartment he was shut in. He grew used to the hard, plastic chairs and the shade of green that ruined his life striped against the gray iron of the walls. He knew where everything was, so there was no need to open his eyes. It hurt when he kept them open too long. Finally, when he felt like he was going stir crazy, the doors finally opened.

Slowly, Tommy’s eyes peeled open, and all he saw was a hazy version of the hall he had left Wilbur in. Wilbur…

As he focused his eyes, he jumped when he saw Wilbur’s sad, somber face appear in the mist. But something was wrong… his eyes glistened like a mad man, and he held his hands near a- Tommy’s heart dropped. He held his hand near a button.

The Button.

“It was never meant to be!” Wilbur shouted at the sky.

Tommy sprung at him, muscles coiled tight as his wings beat to help him travel towards his avian brother.

“No!”

Wilbur slammed his hand on the button, and everything burned a bright color. Tommy braced himself, wings instinctively covering his head and body with the soft feathers. When the painful glare dimmed and his eyes weren’t killing him, he opened his eyes. There it was, L’manberg, in all its unfinished glory.

“Do it Philza, kill me!”

“Yo-you-re- You’re my son!”

“They all want you to, look at them!”

Tommy ran towards the pair, already knowing what had happened on November 16th. He tackled towards Phil, only to fall straight through, landing hard and skidding on the cold concrete flooring.

“Do it, Killza kill me!”

Tommy heard a gut wrenching scream, and as he turned, he froze at the body of his brother, cradled in the hands of his killer.

As he turned, the mist filled the empty space as he curled into a small ball in that empty, green fog filling his senses. How long had it been since he entered his limbo? It felt like years, ticking by as voices spoke seemingly in his ear to gain his attention and force him to live through another scene that he runs from.

“We have a traitor here in our midst.”

The execution.

“You wanna be a hero Tommy?”

Technoblade’s betrayal.

“It’s for the peace, Tommy.”

The betrayal of Tubbo, his best friend.

“Tommy. You f*cked up.”

Scared, Tommy’s wings poofed out again, and he subconciously jerked his head towards the voice. As he focused, bright green eyes shone in the darkening mist. The unnaturally pale fingers grabbed at his arm once more and tugged him upwards.

“F*CK!” Tommy screamed, and no, he did not scream like a little girl.

He screamed like the big man he was. The ceiling rushed towards him, closing in as he reached the roof of his limbo- and passed straight through. For another eternity he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, couldn’t think, as he hurtled through dark void after dark void.

He glimpsed a broken man, bottles littering the floor and ram horns jutting into his eyes. A short, squat man wearing a mustache and a brightly colored sombrero patterned with red, green and white sticking out his tongue while crying out of his left eye at the sight of hundreds of dead bodies. So many others flashed by, limbo after limbo as Tommy shot upwards, dragged by the hand of his “friend”.

Finally, he broke through the surface, appearing in a small obsidian box with lava for a wall. He gasped for breath as he lay, heaving on the mix of crying and normal obsidian.

“How long were you down there Tommy?”

Tommy ignored him.

“I said.”

Fingers grabbed harshly at Tommy’s face, pulling it to look up at the face of the liar, the psycho, the crazy manipulator who ruined his life. His supposed friend smirked down at him, green eyes glowing maniacally.

“How long. Were you down there?”

“I- I don’t know,” Tommy rambled. “A- a week- a month? Ph-Phil, where’s Phil? Where’s Fundy? Where’s Jack? Anybody?!”

At the final sentence, he looked around the cell desperately.

“Tommy-“

“L- let me go you b*stard.”

“TOMMY!”

Silence followed the loud yell that Dream had emitted as Tommy cowered beneath the older man.

“You were down there for two days.”

“Wha- what?”

“Two days, Tommy, no more, no less.”

Tommy, however, wasn’t listening as he looked at his back. Or rather, his wings. They were gray, twisted masses that, instead of Wilbur’s new bright blue like Ghostbur’s when he hands out his blue, it was a dark, leafy green that leered at him.

“Tommy. Are. You. Listening.”

Each and every syllable was an angry breath. Tommy slowly cranked his head upwards, as he say Dream readying another starch filled punch.

“Maybe now you’ll learn to listen.”

As the fist charged towards his face, a new but prominent instinct in Tommy took hold, and he phased through the punch. He wanted to laugh at Dream’s shocked face, but he was too scared.

He had finally cracked, and he yelled with all his might, “SAM! HELP! HE’S KILLING ME!”

Dream flinched away from the yell and another voice was heard in the distance.

“I’m coming Tommy! Just hang on!”

The lava slowly stopped dripping downwards and Tommy stepped onto the platform.

“Suck it, green boy.”

As he was leaving he brought his hands up once more to brush away the blonde locks- but once again he froze. A huge chunk of his hair had a white streak, just like the one he saw in Wilbur’s hair.

#dream smp #dsmp #dsmp fic #limbo #death #a lot of it #a little gore? #dead guys #probably canon divergent #avian tommy #avian wilbur #phantom wilbur #phantom tommy #lol #emotional damage #possession #peace out #dragoon writes #have a good day #apologies #this might be very ooc #i don’t watch streams

[blobbur]

Wilbur, you need to kiss George! I feel like we are losing him! D:

Hhh—Damn it, fine—! please work please work please work—

@blobgogy

#blob gogy #blob wilbur #blob wilbur speaks #ooc: OBOY #ooc: GIVIN THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT I SUPPOSE #anon

[nothing-is-relevent-but-it-is]

Okay, but consider certain members of Dream's blob chat having specific instincts to go visit the people he cares about.

Like, George and Sapnap used to find little blobs hopping onto their shoulders and giving them little trinkets. George would throw them in the air and they made happy blob noises. Sapnap, not one to be outdone, tied them to arrows during target practice sometimes.

Bad used to put out mini muffins for the creatures because he knew they would always check on him at night. Puffy often let them get lost in her hair when they weren't following her. Punz would receive his pay from a group of blobs with coins balanced carefully on their heads. Sam used to find them passing tools and materials he needed.

Wilbur got surprise attacked by a particularly affectionate little blob after a meeting with Dream once. It gave him a little forehead kiss before giggling and bouncing away. He would find it in his beanie sometimes. Ghostbur would always find that same little blob riding on Friend's head as he walked around. He named it Bouncer.

Techno found a group of them playing with his dogs once. He had to save them from being eaten at one point. They loved playing in his cape. He and Phil used to give them hot cocoa.

Ranboo sometimes would get little reminders from them. Not like the lessons, just making sure he brought water with him when mining and stuff like that. Enderwalk!Ranboo would let them ride on shoulders.

#lobi speaks #dreblr #dreambur #c!dream #c!wilbur #blob chat #c!george #c!sapnap #c!sam #c!badboyhalo #c!puffy #c!punz #c!ranboo #enderwalk!ranboo

[crimson-vampire]

Listen guys,,,

I’m obsessed with the fact that c!Techno’s chat are actual voices in his head. Like, this man actually canonized it. Pog

And I was like “wow, that would be pretty cool if that happened with the other streamers, too!”

So I uh... I came up with headcanons for each streamer’s chat... And just like how only Techno can hear the voices in his head, the others can only hear their voices

- c!Dream: his chat is just a little army of white blob guys that follow him around! They chill on his shoulders and whisper “pissbaby” and “simp” at him all day long. But recently, no one’s really seem them around...

- c!George: I was gonna say mushrooms speak to him, but I really like the idea of like... small fairies always flying around him 🥺they love to call him Gogy! They kept tugging at his clothes during the Manberg vs. Pogtopia War to get him to participate, but he ignored them up until the very end

- c!Sapnap: this man’s a pyromaniac so any sort of fire speaks to him. He’s also got small fireballs that sorta float near him and constantly want to fight him

- c!Philza: oh the wind definitely whispers to him. They like to play with his robes and help boost him into the air with his elytra. They also tattle on the other Sleepy Bois. Philza will be chopping down some wood when the wind’ll come and let him know that Tommy has stolen Techno’s crown and won’t give it back. They also help and warn Philza of unexpected guests

- c!Wilbur: the shadows whisper to him, but that’s fine

- c!Tommy: I was stuck on Tommy (so if you have any other ideas, let me know!) but I like the idea of his chat coming out of other people’s mouths. Like, he’ll randomly be talking to Dream when all of a sudden Dream shouts “DON’T TRUST HIM, TOMMY!” It freaks him out every time and he tries to ignore them. If there’s no one else around, the voices force themselves out of his own mouth. Tommy doesn’t like being alone.

- c!Tubbo: bees, of course

- c!Quackity: guys 🥺ducks!!! Just imagine little ducklings following Quackity around,,,

- c!Fundy: foxes, of course

- c!Ranboo: endermen, of course

- c!Antfrost: cats, of course

- c!Niki: 🥺flowers speak to her,,, which is why she loves being in the flower shop. Or like, she’ll be on her way to L’Manberg when a nearby Poppy just says “hi Niki! How are you?” and she’ll have a little chat with it!! After the Manberg vs. Pogtopia War, all the flowers in L’Manberg froze when she uncovered that piece of TNT. They called out for her to run while she still could, and wilted when everything was blown up anyway

- c!Eret: water! He loves to take long walks in the rain and alongside rivers just to hear what they have to say. But also consider: rainbows

- c!Bad: for some reason, words magically etch themselves into the walls around him. They don’t freak him out anymore, but they used to. Especially when they used to bully him. But they’re much nicer now! The curse words that sometimes appear, though, make him think that someone’s playing some kind of prank on him

- c!Skeppy: his voices come from a singular diamond that he carries around in his pocket. It’s like carrying around a speaker phone, except there are so many people on the other end. They like to watch him play pranks on Bad

- c!AwesamDude: guys, imagine little creepers following him around... He’ll randomly go “MMMMMMMMMM ME GUSTA” and the small army of little creepers will all respond with “MMMMMMMMMM--”

- c!Karl: music speaks to him! It’s like the music notes are a language that he can understand and respond to. They like to sing and compliment his laugh and laugh at all his antics

That’s all I got, but if you guys have anymore ideas, feel free to share! I tried not to make all of them have little creatures that follow them around because it gets kinda old. Like, I love the idea of the wind speaking to Philza

Idek if anyone else is interested in this idea, but I’ve fallen in love with it so <:

#technoblade #dream #georgenotfound #sapnap #badboyhalo #skeppy #antfrost #awesamdude #tommyinnit #tubbo #wilbur soot #philza #ranboo #fundy #eret #karl jacobs #mcyt #dream smp #yeaaahhh boooiii #crimages

[luvrlou]

hi!! maybe a tommyinnit x reader where they’re being v fluffy and cuddle on stream together and everyone is gushing (like chat, wilby, drem, tubbo etc bc they’re probably his closest friends on the smp)

yeah ofc I’ll get to it! Thanks for requesting!!

Chill Streams

Pairing: Tommyinnit x GN!Reader

Warnings: N/A

Summary: sbi, Tubbo, Dream and George gushing over Tommy and Y/N being couple goals.

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write an imagine like this for a while but I didn’t know who to write it for (I was leaning towards Niki because she is one of the reason why I get major bi panic)  so thank you for requesting this!!

Tommy was doing a relatively chill stream today so his partner, Y/N, decided to stay and watch him streaming, they didn't really mind all the shouting since they were glad Tommy was enjoying himself.

The blonde glanced at his chat, which was filled with many requests to see Y/N again, he quickly muted himself on the discord call and faced his face cam. “Do you guys want Y/N to come on the stream?”

He smiled as his chat flooded with a series of yeses, Tommy quickly swivelled in his chair to face his bed, which was where Y/N was sitting. They looked up from their phone and came face-to-face with Tommy’s smiling face.

“Can you come on my stream right now?” He asked giving his partner his best shot at puppy dog eyes.

They stood up off his bed and nodded at him. He turned his chair back around and pulled Y/N onto his lap, wrapping his arms around their waist and placing his head on their shoulder.

“Hi chat!” Y/N beamed, leaning back into Tommy’s chest. He put back on his headset and unmuted the discord call.

“I’m back guys! And I've got Y/N with me!” He chirped, his mood lighting up completely.

“Tell Y/N I say hi!” Tubbo chimed.

“Tubbo, Tommy who is this Y/N you speak of?” Wilbur inquired, clearly interested by this unknown person.

“Well you would know if you watched my streams,” Tommy drawled out teasingly.

“No seriously, who are they?” Wilbur urged, getting a bit annoyed at the blonde.

“They are Tommy’s partner,” Tubbo announced.

“Wait a minute, I don't believe you, let me check,” Wilbur stated, not convinced that Tommy found himself a significant other.

While this was all going on, Y/N was reading the chat, responding to questions. Their eyes wandered down the speeding chat when a comment caught their attention, ‘you should totally kiss Tommy to see how he reacts!’

Just as Wilbur joined the stream, Y/N turned Tommy’s face towards their own and softly kissed his lips, when they pulled back Tommy’s face was the colour of a tomato, which he was quick to hide.

“Ok, ok Tommy I believe you!” Wilbur’s voice boomed down the Discord call. “Phil did you see that?” “Yes, yes I did Will,” Phil’s voice calmly said, he paused before continuing, “I am currently texting Techno to join the call and see this.”

“Oh that's a great idea!” Wilbur breathed out.

After a few seconds of Tubbo rambling on about anything to fill the silence that echoed through the call, a monotone voice spoke, “Tommy I heard you are in a relationship.”

Tommy’s face grew even more red - if that was even possible - which caused Y/N to chuckle as he hid his face in their H/C hair.

“Aw Tommy, there is no need to be embarrassed, we think it’s cute,” Wilbur cooed teasingly.

Y/N continued reading the chat, while cuddling into Tommy’s chest. He groaned when the dreaded sound of someone joining the Discord call filled his ears.

This time an American voice - which belonged to a certain green blob - spoke, “Tommy, I was just on your stream and you and your partner are so cute!” He gushed.

“They are, aren't they!” Tubbo exclaimed, “he's so happy when he's with them.”

“Aw that's sweet,” Phil laughed sincerely.

Wilbur was about to speak when he was interrupted by someone joining the call again, “Hello guys!” The British twenty-four-year-old spoke.

“Gogy!” Tommy shouted down the call, as Y/N giggled. He took notice of this and smiled at them with love and adoration in his eyes.

A chorus of ‘aws’ filled the call when the seventeen-year-old leaned down a pecked Y/N’s lips. 

For once Tommy wasn't yelling, instead he was talking in a softer tone, everyone was surprised to say the least, but they were ecstatic he found someone.

#Tommyinnit x reader #dsmp Tommy x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #Minecraft youtuber x reader #dream smp x reader #tommyinnit imagines #tommyinnit fluff #request #lou writes fanfic

[onecanonlife]

In which Tubbo is playing house with his son and a ghost.

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It takes his husband dying for them to finally move in together.

It’s very funny, when he thinks about it a certain way. They had that big mansion built and then never moved into it. He mostly lived in Snowchester, and Ranboo mostly lived here next to Technoblade and Philza, and they spent a lot of time together and raised a whole child, but they never lived together.

And now, he’s married to a ghost, and he and Michael are living in the ghost’s home.

He’ll be honest, he has no idea how to feel about it. He’d only just finished grieving. Sort of. Because that’s how grieving works, right? Five stages? Speedrun music? Close enough, at any rate. And it turns out that there’s some part of Ranboo left here after all. This keeps happening to him. People leave, they die, and then they come back, and he’s left wondering what the hell to do. First Wilbur, with Ghostbur showing up the day after. Then Tommy, who got resurrected. And now Ranboo.

Death is—well, he never knows, on this server, and that’s that. He’s starting to suspect he’s never going to be able to deal with anything healthily. But who needs health when you’ve got repression and weaponry?

There’s a lot of Ranboo in Ghostboo. Or whatever he wants to be called. He should probably ask. Later. There’s a lot of Ranboo in him no matter what his name is, and that makes it easy to pretend that Ranboo’s alive, if he lets his eyes go all squinty, his vision blurring to the point where the blood smeared on his shirt is nothing more than a colorful blob, the gaping wound nothing but a line of—paint, maybe. Because Ranboo’s blood is—was—red and green, for some unknown reason.

There’s a lot of Ranboo in Ghostboo. And yet, there isn’t; Ghostboo is apathetic where Ranboo cared a whole lot about literally everything literally all of the time, to the point of indecisiveness and anxiety. Ghostboo doesn’t give a shit about any kind of material possessions, where Ranboo was one rich motherfucker. He supposes that’s all his now, as a widower. Ghostboo doesn’t seem to mind. And Ghostboo also doesn’t seem to care much about his living conditions, or himself as a person, but who is Tubbo to judge about that? Even if he can’t help but wonder how much of that is Ghostboo, and how much of that was Ranboo. How much Ranboo might have kept from him, even still.

Everyone’s got secrets, though. He’s got his own.

In the end, Ranboo crouches down to look at Michael and stares with such adoration in his eyes, speaks in such a soft and awe-filled tone, that Tubbo can’t help but think that somehow, this is still going to work out. Sure, he’d prefer his husband to be living. Maybe there’s something to be done about that yet. But Ranboo loves Michael, and Ranboo gave him a flower, and Ranboo is still here, in some form or fashion, so forget about grieving. He’s made do with far worse.

He’ll live in Ranboo’s—Ghostboo’s—house with him. They’ll raise Michael together—already, something in him has settled, that despair that he worked to cover over with anger, chased away by the feeling of his son in his arms, his son alright and alive and unharmed and apparently eager to be home—just like they have before. Techno can babysit. It’s nice to have made up with Techno; this server really is too difficult to live on and hold a grudge, and the apology was nice. He never really thought he’d get a sincere one.

This will work out. They’ll be safe as they can be, considering the circumstances. He’ll live with Ranboo, and not think about the fact that it only took Ranboo dying for them to reach that step.

It’s still really fucking funny, if he looks at it a certain way. And he’s going to keep looking at it in that certain way. No point in not. Crying never got anyone anywhere.

And at least, it will be hard for Dream to kill someone who is already dead. So maybe Ghostboo’s in the best position of them all.

He plants the flower in the snow. A pink tulip. It’s pretty. He hopes it lives.

#dsmp #dream smp #tubbo #ranboo #bee duo #michael underscore beloved #/rp #dsmp fic #*looks at my dash* uh so anyway! #bee duo is not what i usually have feelings about but it does happen every so often #cat writes fic

[ficwriterwastaken]

Death of a Hero

Yn was Dream's sister and the polar opposite of him; they were kind and loving, whereas Dream was evil and manipulative, which is why he was now in prison because of you and Awesamdude. You would sneak out to see him every now and then, but Drista would not let you, so tonight you snuck out to see him as you walked towards the prision and saw Ghostbur and Tommy.You said, "Aren't you two supposed to be sleeping?" "YN!" Ghostbur yelled Tommy is yet to speak "Tommy?" he glanced up at you as you spread your arms and rubbed his back. Ghostbur encircled both of you with his arms.  You felt Friend bump their head on your leg, so you let go of one hand and petted Friend, then you drew away, messed up Tommy's hair, and he pouted and turned away. Seeing Ghostbur and Friend follow, you waved to them and continued to the Prison. Awesomedude is standing by the door, giving you a friendly nod and allowing you to enter.  You stood on the platform waiting for the lava to disappear, and when it did, you saw Dream sitting with a clock. He jumped up when he saw you, and the platform immediately taken you over to the cell, where he hugged you and dropped his clock. Of course, you hugged back because he was your older brother after all. "Dream, let me take off your mask," you said, he leaned closer, allowing you to unclasp his mask. He had scars all over his face. Awesamdude, who was already on his way over to the platform with the first aid, sighed and stared at him. He handed you the first aid and waited on the platform. You thanked him and smiled before turning back to Dream, who was glaring at Awesamdude. When he saw you turn back, he smiled at you and asked, "got a boyfriend or girlfriend yet?" You just rolled your eyes at him and replied, "not yet, but I like someone thou." His face turned shocked. "Who?" he asked sweetly. You just glared at him and began tending to his wounds. He pouts and looks at Awesamdude "it's not him right I don't want you dating a creeper" he whispered rather loudly "no Dream" you said shaking your head laughing a little bit he smiles "good...now who is it plwease tell me" He began reciting names. "....Is it Wilbur," you didn't say anything or shake your head as he exclaims, "YOU LIKE WILBUR." You rolled your eyes and stated, "No, I don't, you green blob."  Then a battle broke out between Dream and Awesamdude, and you watched them yell and push each other before jumping between them and falling into the lava. Everything seemed to slow down as you fell, as they yelled your name. You couldn't say or do anything because you were frozen. When your body finally reached the lava, it burned, and your vision faded, you could hear their calls fade into mumbles.

YNWASTAKEN_ tried to swim in lava to escape Awesamdude

Many shouts and cries could be heard around L'manburg when the message appeared on everyone's phones.

#dsmp x reader #dsmp oneshot #oneshot #awesamdude #dreamwastaken

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (April 9/2021) - Interrogation

Tubbo does some interrogating, hoping to find out the truth about the missing nuke. Foolish joins in.

The mysterious messages continue.

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VOD LINKS:

HBomb94

Foolish

Tubbo

TommyInnit

Philza

Captain Puffy

Ranboo

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- HBomb makes his way from the savannah village back to the main area. He explores around Kinoko and meets with Niki, who shows him her underground city.

- After Niki gets a grass block from an Enderman, HBomb mentions the glitched snow block he got a while back on September 24th, near his parkour challenge: the rarest block in the game. He and Niki leave the city to visit it. 

- They reminisce about how HBomb joined the day of Schlatt’s inauguration, and the subject comes up of HBomb’s other characters.

- HBomb logs out and Thevir logs in. Thevir has arrived in the Dream Land. Rumors say, if you go to a special dream land, a green blob gives you more money than usual. Niki shows him around.

- Tubbo needs a way to interrogate people to figure out where the nuke went. He gathers resources to build.

- He remarks that it seems like the Egg is dying away.

SOMEONE NEEDS

TO TELL HIM

- Tubbo takes supplies from Eret and creates the desk of interrogation. He says he needs to scare people so that they take him seriously. 

HE MUST GO TO

- Tubbo emphasizes that this room is for interrogation, not torture. He tries out different shaders to see what would look scariest

THE NORTH

- Tubbo turns on some acid shaders. He walks around the mansion and remarks that it’s even more cursed looking to the north.

- He goes down to the north gate to see what Foolish is up to and turns off the shaders. He decides to interrogate Foolish and tells Foolish to put all his belongings in two barrels.

- Tubbo leads Foolish to the interrogation room and tells him that he’s lost something valuable and needs Foolish to be honest with him.

IF ANYONE CAN

- When the nuke went missing, Foolish was online. Tubbo tells him only three people were on the server that day. Foolish says he was probably just building that day. 

- Tubbo tells him that the missing “firework” is a very big deal. He asks, if Foolish were to steal something, what his motives would be

- Foolish says he’s just building for people. Tubbo asks about the other kingdom that Foolish is building for, and mentions that Foolish is a citizen of Snowchester. If this other kingdom wanted something of Snowchester’s, would Foolish mention anything?

- Foolish says no. He wouldn’t mention the vault or tell the people of the other kingdom about Snowchester’s “fireworks.” He only mentions things concerning the build.

- Tubbo asks if Foolish has ever seen any strange books. A very distinct book. One with a list of instructions. Foolish says no.

- Tubbo says it was more than just a valuable firework. He thinks Foolish is innocent and tells Foolish to walk with him. He leads Foolish to the confidential nuke factory and shows him.

- Foolish asks if it couldn’t have been stolen before. Tubbo tells him that the nuke was there five minutes before, and Foolish was working on the mansion.

- Foolish insists, though, that he has no motive to steal a nuke, as he’s a pacifist. Tubbo trusts him.

- Who would steal a nuke? Who would be an enemy of Snowchester?

HEAR THIS

- Foolish says there’s no one who seems to be on the war path right now. 

- Tubbo tells him that he needs Foolish to gather reconnaissance on all the places he’s been building for. Foolish mentions that there’s another place that he’s been building for, but it’s a secret...there are too many voices, ears and eyes that could be listening. He’ll have to tell Tubbo later.

- Foolish suggests the Eggpire. He tells Tubbo about this event that the Eggpire is holding, a “bury the hatchet” kind of party. He, Sam and Puffy have been invited so far, but there will be more invitations.

- Whoever stole the nuke, they took a scuffed one. One with a dead man’s snitch. It leaks and poisons nature.

- Foolish asks about Sam. What about the prison guard? Tubbo says that Sam’s been couped up. Foolish says he’s worried about Sam, though. Tubbo tells him they’ll kill him someday, put him out of his misery. It wouldn’t be him.

- Tubbo and Foolish return to the interrogation room.

- Is there anyone who lives far away, where if they stored the nuke near their home, they wouldn’t know? Sam lives far away. HBomb lives far away, and Foolish built a mansion for him too, in the savannah. They should pay H a visit.

- They chase after HBomb (Thevir). They spot Niki at the Community House and think it’s H, following her through the Nether to the underground city.

I STASHED A

- They reach the city and see Niki and Thevir together. The two run, and Tubbo and Foolish pan out to look for them.

- Tubbo and Foolish speak with Niki, who insists that she doesn’t know where HBomb is. Niki says H isn’t here, Thevir is here.

- Niki explained that earlier, she showed H around her city and they went to the L’cast area, at which point HBomb’s game crashed and Thevir joined, and Niki has been showing him around.

- Tubbo and Foolish stumble across Thevir hiding in a corner and talk to Niki, who tells them it’s Thevir and not HBomb.

- Tubbo and Foolish tell Niki they lost a weapon and try to waterboard Thevir. (Thevir says that he’s been tortured before and he’s into this, so it isn’t particularly effective)

- Tubbo and Foolish leave. Thevir could possibly have connections to H.

BOOK

- They head to HBomb’s house in the savannah. Foolish asks who else has been to Snowchester? Puffy, Ranboo -- Tubbo says that wouldn’t be possible -- Sam, Fundy...

- They make it to the mansion. Tubbo asks what direction it’s in -- they find it’s east of Snowchester. They search around.

IT HAS INSTRUCTIONS

- Foolish and Tubbo listen to chat to search places. Foolish says they’re all saying to go north, but he doesn’t know why. Tubbo doesn’t think they should go north.

- They think through more possibilities as they run back through the Nether. Quackity? No, Tubbo says he’s on good terms with Quackity. They have mutual respect.

HE NEEDS TO

- Does Tubbo have any enemies? Tubbo mentions that Phil isn’t the biggest fan of him due to the ankle bracelet, but Phil doesn’t really care.

- Tubbo suggests they go to L’manburg. He’s trying to think of past relations. Who were the enemies of L’manburg?

Dream, Technoblade, and Alivebur

- Would someone take the nuke for money or for power? 

Tubbo: “The power. Everything on this server is about power, Foolish.”

- They reach L’manhole.

- Eret? Foolish says that when he spoke with Eret last, he was looking to a clean start.

Tubbo: “There are some benefits to knowing your insides and out around your country.”

- Tubbo leads Foolish down to the old underground library and panic bunker. They look through the chests. There are still bits of yellow and black concrete, blackstone... Original pieces of the walls.

- He takes Foolish through the tunnel to Pogtopia. Foolish remarks that he’s never been.

Wilbur and Tommy split off during the reign of Manberg. Tubbo built this tunnel to Pogtopia, but it was eventually found out.

- They mention that things have been quite...quiet recently.

- Tubbo shows Foolish the water drop escape into the tunnel, mentioning that he used it to escape death many times.

- They reach Pogtopia.

Foolish: “When you see this, do you see this as happy or sad memories?”

Tubbo: “Conflicting memories.”

- Tubbo shows Foolish the old pit. It’s dark, the lights are out. There’s the old potato farm that Tubbo made for Technoblade. They reminisce about Tubbo and Antfrost being taken hostage.

- They head back.

WAKE UP!

- Tubbo explains to Foolish that he built the bunker before the tunnel to Pogtopia. He shows the tunnel through which Tommy and Wilbur escaped during the inauguration.

- Foolish says it seems like L’manburg was a nice little place. Tubbo shows Foolish all the various escape routes he used. Dream used to hunt him down during the first L’manburg War for independence.

- Foolish can’t imagine it. There were so many little skirmishes that used to happen. Tubbo shows him the old surface entrance to Pogtopia.

- Tubbo leads him over to Technoblade’s old secret base. A significant part of history -- the original vault.

They find that some of the chests still have supplies that haven’t been taken yet.

- Tubbo patches it up a bit

Tubbo: “This is not how this place deserves to be remembered.”

- Foolish asks -- was this a revolution, a rebellion? Tubbo says it was a reclaiming. The revolution.

HE MUST!

- Foolish and Tubbo make it back to the crater. Foolish wonders if there would ever be a community like this again. Tubbo doesn’t think so. Everything’s too complicated now, everyone’s too split apart.

Tubbo: “So all we have now is memories.”

Foolish: “Well, we could always try to make new memories.”

Tubbo: “Yeah, but it won’t be the same.”

- Foolish tells Tubbo that Bad and the others have said that they can start cleaning up the Blood Vines.

- Tubbo leads Foolish down the Prime Path, asking whether he knows who built each of the builds along the route. Tubbo tells him who built each one.

- Tubbo thinks the Final Control Room is now gone.

- He shows Foolish his and Tommy’s old nuclear war bunker.

- They then return to Snowchester and the interrogation room. They haven’t narrowed down the suspects.

WAKE UP!!!!!!

- Foolish asks, what if the nukes were never really stolen, but just moved to a different part of Snowchester?

- Tubbo tells Foolish the mansion is north of the facility. They need to pause their investigation for the time being. 

- Tommy does a birthday stream

- Tommy tells Tubbo that he doesn’t think Ranboo is right for him, and getting married at 17 was a bad idea.

- Ranboo joins the call.

- Tommy leads Tubbo into the ruins of Tubbo’s old house to give him some relationship advice. He thinks Tubbo should rebuild his house and move out.

- He then takes Tubbo to his “secret place.” Ranboo’s just there in the call. He asks where all the Egg has been going. He takes Tubbo to Fundy’s house, where he’s been keeping his things.

- Tubbo gets stuck in a cobweb

- Tommy wants to create a proper vault for his things. Drista gave Tommy many seeds.

- They go to see if the barrier block staircase is still there. 

- Tommy wonders what a good place to hide things would be. He mentions Pogtopia.

- Tubbo leads him to L’manhole. Ranboo appears and gives Tommy a Totem of Undying for his birthday.

- They go down to the tunnel. Tommy tells Ranboo to tell him what problems he and Tubbo are having as they reach Pogtopia.

- Tommy starts mining a room into the wall and puts his riches in a chest. He asks Ranboo to talk about his feelings. 

- They ask Sam for help with a redstone door and talk about TNT cannons. Maybe they could launch one at the prison to get to Dream. Sam comes to Pogtopia. He gives Tommy a few stacks of TNT for his birthday.

- They ride the railway back to L’manburg.

- They try to blow up the POG2020/ASS2020/CRY sign and in the process explode pretty much everything but. Tommy dies and respawns a million blocks away. He can’t break the bed due to mining fatigue. The totem was used up, he just died again and lost all his things.

- The CRY sign is now the Y7 sign

- They decide to work on clearing off Ponk and Punz’s towers of the Blood Vines. Here are some of the more interesting quotes that came up...

“My sacrifices are boneless, man, just like the wings.” - Ranboo

“Moist is just wet without the commitment.” - Ranboo

“God, why did you invent impotence?” - Tommy

“Who’s the god of English?”  “Shakespeare?”

“The mouth sounds are the reason why we can’t remember!” - Ranboo

“How do you reckon you’ll die?” - Tubbo

“Volcano.” - Tommy

- Afterwards, they head over to Ranboo’s house. The instant Phil logs on, Tommy logs off.

- Phil, Ranboo and Tubbo hang out at the Arctic.

- Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson wishes Tommy a happy birthday and tells him to drink tequila.

- Ranboo fills a whole barrel full of totems.

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Upcoming Events:

- The Red Banquet

- Quackity’s lore stream on Monday

- Quackity’s business opening

- Dream’s lore video

- Ranboo’s lore stream

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts

[24-guy]

An interesting detail I noticed.

Y'know what I like?

The symbolism with the armour on the dsmp.

Everyone is constantly on guard, so they always wear armour, even during the day.

Even if it's unintentional, this is so important because, from my understanding, L'manbergians never really wore armour. Or at least Wilbur didn't.

This could be easily attributed to the fact that they were sure in themselves. They all knew what they were doing and we're confident.

Whereas Dream, the most closed off person on the server, always wore armour. Not because he was afraid, but because he was prepared at any moment to start a fight. It added an intimidating air to him that is surprising because his skin is just a white blob man on a green background.

Which is why I think so many people got attached to the "my little duckling" bit. I, personally, did as well. Because Dream took off his armour. He showed ease of being around Puffy, trust in her.

And in the end, Puffy gave him TNT and Obsidian, if I remember correctly.

Speaking of remembering, Ranboo also does this same thing. He's closed off around everyone else because he is protecting himself. The last time he didn't wear armour around a lot of people, he was revealed to be a traitor and yelled at, turned against. By the very people who lived with him.

So it would make sense that he closes himself off now.

However. He takes his armour off when he's with Michael. Because there's simply no threat around when he's with that boy. Michael is safety. In Ranboo's eyes, Michael is what needs protection, not himself.

Tommy, however, I feel bad for. He's constantly looking for this sense of protection, to protect himself, but it keeps being ripped away. Each and every time he had that protection in exile, it was blown up. Every single time.

He was stripped of that protection when he was in the prison, just the bare bones of his existence. Which is why I think the prison visits are so emotionally charged. If the participants had armour on, then they'd know who had the upper hand.

Now Tommy is desperately searching for that protection. He can't make it himself, last time he did that it got blown up. That's why he steals. It's not as attached to him. If people give it to him, he gets attached because it's a gift. That person trusted him enough to give him that protection.

I doubt any of this was intentional but if it was, then it is so smart.

#dsmp #dream smp #analysis #dsmp theory #dream smp theory #ranboo #ranboo theory #dsmp tommy #tommyinnit #tommyinnit theory

[ficwriterwastakenalt]

Death of a Hero

Yn was Dream's sister and the polar opposite of him; they were kind and loving, whereas Dream was evil and manipulative, which is why he was now in prison because of you and Awesamdude. You would sneak out to see him every now and then, but Drista would not let you, so tonight you snuck out to see him as you walked towards the prision and saw Ghostbur and Tommy.You said, "Aren't you two supposed to be sleeping?" "YN!" Ghostbur yelled Tommy is yet to speak "Tommy?" he glanced up at you as you spread your arms and rubbed his back. Ghostbur encircled both of you with his arms.

You felt Friend bump their head on your leg, so you let go of one hand and petted Friend, then you drew away, messed up Tommy's hair, and he pouted and turned away. Seeing Ghostbur and Friend follow, you waved to them and continued to the Prison. Awesomedude is standing by the door, giving you a friendly nod and allowing you to enter.

You stood on the platform waiting for the lava to disappear, and when it did, you saw Dream sitting with a clock. He jumped up when he saw you, and the platform immediately taken you over to the cell, where he hugged you and dropped his clock. Of course, you hugged back because he was your older brother after all. "Dream, let me take off your mask," you said, he leaned closer, allowing you to unclasp his mask. He had scars all over his face. Awesamdude, who was already on his way over to the platform with the first aid, sighed and stared at him. He handed you the first aid and waited on the platform. You thanked him and smiled before turning back to Dream, who was glaring at Awesamdude. When he saw you turn back, he smiled at you and asked, "got a boyfriend or girlfriend yet?" You just rolled your eyes at him and replied, "not yet, but I like someone thou." His face turned shocked. "Who?" he asked sweetly. You just glared at him and began tending to his wounds.

He pouts and looks at Awesamdude "it's not him right I don't want you dating a creeper" he whispered rather loudly "no Dream" you said shaking your head laughing a little bit he smiles "good...now who is it plwease tell me" He began reciting names. "....Is it Wilbur," you didn't say anything or shake your head as he exclaims, "YOU LIKE WILBUR." You rolled your eyes and stated, "No, I don't, you green blob." Then a battle broke out between Dream and Awesamdude, and you watched them yell and push each other before jumping between them and falling into the lava. Everything seemed to slow down as you fell, as they yelled your name. You couldn't say or do anything because you were frozen. When your body finally reached the lava, it burned, and your vision faded, you could hear their calls fade into mumbles.

YNWASTAKEN_ tried to swim in lava to escape Awesamdude

Many shouts and cries could be heard around L'manburg when the message appeared on everyone's phones.

#dsmp x reader #dsmp x you #dsmp oneshot #dsmp #mcyt x you #mcyt x reader #mcyt #wilbur soot #dreamwastaken #awesamdude #tommyinnit

[randomfollowingfollower]

I’ve seen a lot of people do this with the SMP characters. So I just did the SBI fam with no preferred style selected.

Tommy’s speaks to me on a deep level. (also, let’s all ignore the top left part of the blob man, although it would probably make Tommy very happy to see it).

Techno has a nice circuit board with a blade slashed through it, don’t know what I expected to happen with an ai.

Phil’s is very regal, very nice, very fitting for the creator of MineCraft.

But then. We get to Wilbur Soot.

I don’t think I have laughed as hard at a picture as I have this one in years. Why is it a sooty lasagna noodle boar? I get the boar and the soot. But why the noodles. Where do the noodles come from.

#dream smp #technoblade #philza #wilbur soot #tommyinnit #ai generated #sbi #sleepy bois inc

[maybe-its-micheal]

Ghostbur tapped his feet against the ground, creating a rhythmic sound that made him smile. His shoes made such a nice sound against the blackstone bricks, he thought. Wait... blackstone? Where was there blackstone?

He checked his surroundings. Oh! The nether hub! Why was he here again? He didn't remember. He walked over to the edge, thinking maybe if he saw whatever he was here for it would jog his memory, but all he saw was lots of lava.

He looked down. "You know, someone could fall down there. Maybe someone should build a fence," he said absent mindedly, before heading back through the portal. He had many books to read back home! And lots of people to speak with

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The nights seemed to last longer every time Tommy tried to sleep. He turned over in bed, knocking against the white wool that made up the sides of his tent. This sent rainwater cascading down from the thin material, soaking him.

"MMMMMM, FUCK!" Tommy yelled, sitting up. If he couldn't sleep before, he certainly wouldn't be able to now. He got up out of bed and stepped outside the tent. This, of course, only served to expose him to more rain, but he hardly cared. He needed some fresh air.

He marched across the beach down to logstedshire, but paused at the enterence. What was the point in going in? It was empty anyway- Wilbur was back in L'manburg, he had been for days. He turned around to walk in the other direction, mud splashing against his shoes.

As he walked he thought of Tubbo. He was so impossibly angry about his banishment, and he knew it was Tubbo who gave the order, but he couldn't bring himself to hate them. He would have loved to point his finger at Dream, or George, or anyone else for that matter, but what would be the point in that? It's not like he could fight back, he had nothing, and so he was left with only one man to blame it on- himself.

He moved a lock of soaked hair away from his eyes. Burning down George's house was probably the thing he regretted most in all his time here. He wished more than anything that he could go back and just not do it- but what's the point in wishing? He's already been exiled. He may as well put up with it.

The splash of his shoes against the wet ground slowed to a stop. He may as well... put up with it. He sniffed, and moved his hands upward to his face. May as well put up with it. He looked at them through the darkness, they were shaking, and covered in small bruises and scratches he'd collected while scavenging. Put up with it. Rain blurred his vision, and his hands became two unidentifiable blobs that faded into the rest of the dark. Put up with it. The rain was so cold- why did he come out here? Put up with it. He shook his head, sending droplets flying off of his hair in every direction. Put up with it. He was shivering. Put up with it. Put up with it. Put. Up. With. It.

His knees buckled and he fell to the ground with a pained yell. His tears mixed with the rain as he cried out every name he could think of. He wanted them back! He wanted L'manburg back! He just wanted to go back- why was he here? Why did he have to be away from everyone?

"QUCKITY!" He sobbed. "Wilbur! FUNDY! Please! PLEASE! TUBBO! TUBBO PLEASE!" But he knew none of them could hear him. They were a thousand blocks away, sleeping soundly. They were all together- happy, and at home. "Tubbo... Tubbo please..."

But what was the point in yelling for people who couldn't hear him anyway? He put his head in his hands as his crying got quieter and quieter- he tried to wipe his face dry, but his hands were just as wet. "Fuck this rain."

He got up, and trudged over to his nether portal. As soon as he stepped in the rain evaporated off of him; he was warm and dry, at least, but still not ready to go back to his tent. His bed was covered in rain anyway, so what would be the point of going back?

He chose a random direction and walked some more, not really caring where he ended up. He couldn't stop thinking... Tubbo really did choose appeasing Dream over him. He really did say the discs were meaningless. How many days had it been? It didn't matter, he still couldn't believe it anyway. He hardly believed he was out here alone... how could that happen?

He had a secret world in his heart. A world where Wilbur never died, and Techno never fought against L'manburg. A world where he had all of his discs, and he listened to them with Tubbo at the end of every day while they watched the sunset. Sometimes he retreated to that world when the real one became too harsh... but he always had to come back.

He was standing in the middle of the nether hub, right outside the portal to the community house. He noticed that he was still shivering, which was odd. The nether is so hot.

He swished his hand through the purple smoke of the portal. On the other side... was a world he was no longer a part of. His brother who betrayed him, and his brother who died. His best friend, who stabbed him in the back. His discs, in the hands of people he didn't trust, and his nation so far alienated from its original purpose that he could hardly call it L'manburg.

He moved his hand back out, purple dust swirling around his fingers for a few moments. He thought for the first time... maybe he didn't want to be a part of that world anyway. He retreated back to the world in his heart... that was the world that was his true home.

He closed his eyes as he walked out of the main portal room, and down the suspended blackstone bridge. He could see Tubbo... no longer in a stuffy suit acting all important, but in his ussual green button down. They were laughing. Tommy smiled, still walking, eyes still closed, and began to laugh as well.

Wilbur was there. He was alive, and sane. Phil and Techno were there too... and Quckity, and Fundy, and Niki, and everyone. And they were all laughing. Tommy's feet stumbled about over the path, landing sloppily against the blackstone, laughing so hard he almost lost his balance. He laughed, and laughed, and-

His eyes shot open. As his weight shifted from one foot to the other, he realized there was nothing beneath it. He tipped backwards, body falling towards the lava put hundred of blocks below. He gasped, and just as quickly as the realization that he wouldn't survive set in, and hand wrapped around his wrist, and he was pulled back onto the bridge.

Dream.

"Tommy! What are you doing? Its 4 am, and you just- are you ok? What are you laughing at?" His voice was higher than ussual, strained by panic.

Tommy caught his breath. "I didn't..." his eyes met Dream's. "Did I just..."

It was clear his mind was racing, and he had no idea what to say. Dream sighed. "You need to be more careful, this is the nether." He shut his eyes tight and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to recollect his thoughts. "Do you want me to walk you back home?"

Tommy looked up at him. Home.

For a moment- just a moment, less than a second- he thought he meant the home he'd imagined, but before he said yes it all came rushing back. He didnt mean home. He didnt mean L'manburg where everyone he cared about was- he meant the place he was exiled to. To the world he didn't want to live in.

His faced scrunched up with frustration as he faced the Green Man, hate burning in his eyes. He did want to go home. But he didn't have one anymore.

He looked at him- he symbolized every aspect of this world he hated. But then he closed his eyes, and he was back in his L'manburg. "Where did you go, Tommy?" His Wilbur asked him. "Let's all go back to the van- I'll play us a song!" He smiled again.

"Tommy?" Dream asked, but Tommy didn't hear. Tommy wasn't a part of his world anymore.

"There he is!" Tubbo called. "Hey big man! Come on, you're late!" He slowly picked up a foot, swinging it backwards ever so slowly. Dream didn't notice.

"I'm coming, Tubbo," Tommy whispered. "What?" Dream asked. "I'm coming home."

His foot was back, dangling over the lava again. He shifted his weight to it, and with a smile, he made his choice. He'd never have to leave his world again. He was finally home.

"TOMMY!" Dream shouted, lunging forward with arms outstretched. He missed, just barely, and the teen fell over the edge of the bridge, plummeting down, down, down... Dream wasted no time, biting into a god apple and throwing himself down after him, but as they both reached the bottom it was too late. He wasn't able to hold his body over the lava, and after a few minutes of struggling, there was nothing recognizable left- just blood that ran down both of Dream's arms and stained his white mask.

He couldn't breath- what had he just witnessed? How had he failed? Was it his fault? Guilt and nausea began to set in as he floated there- alone in the lava. A killer in a way he never could have imagined he would be. He felt sick.

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Ghostbur returned to the nether the next morning- netherwart! That's what he needed! He stepped through the portal, only to find Dream waiting on the other side.

"Hello Dream!" He greeted with a smile. "I'm here for some netherwart so I can make more potions!"

Dream didn't answer him, he must be busy. Ghostbur's eyes danced around the hub- what would be the best direction to go?

"Wilbur..." Dream choked out.

"Yes?" The ghost replied.

"Tommy is dead..."

"Who?" He asked in his high, scratchy voice. He ambled care free down the path, dragging his hand across the walls that lined the edges. "Oh! They've added barriers! How handy!" He exclaimed to himself

#suicide tw #tw suicide #its 5 am rn and i didnt proof read please cut me some slack <3 #mcyt #dreamwastaken #wilbur soot #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt fanfic #tommy innit #tommyinnit #dream smp #dreamsmp #dreamsmp fanfic #dream smp fanfic #dream smp fanfiction #dreamsmp fanfiction #mcty angst #angst #ghostbur

[blobbur]

Wil? Wilbur?. - G

[Wilbur turned away from Tommy, looking at George like a deer in the headlights.]

George? Uh—

[Wilbur looked from George to Tommy a few times.]

Alright, don’t get mad, but I left the house without telling you and then Tommy scared the hell out of me...

( @blobtommy @blobgogy )

#blob wilbur speaks #blob george #blob tommy

[smelted-applejuice]

Platonic irl SBI reacting to reader wearing stuff like this when they tell them to get ready to go to the store?

Photo not mine, photo found on Google

Pairings; SBI x Reader (PLATONIC)  Pronouns; not mentioned Desc; Their reactions !

went outta my comfort zone to write this, this might be the only/last time I write irl phil :o, I also didn’t do Technoblade bc he doesn't like irl fanfictions of him! (Requests are open)

Phil

(+) Out of everyone he’s the least judgmental ! (+) His first reaction was shock, but would quickly brush it off. (+) Doesn’t say anything at first until they’re actually in public, he just has never seen someone so decked out in dark and pastel colors before in real life (+) “It looks good, but can I ask why you dressed like that?” (+) He’s so respectful with his questions and is truly interested in what you fancy in dress wear. (+) He ignores the weird looks you guys got in public and if someone said something and you’re too nervous to speak, he would speak for you and defuse the situation as much as possible. (+) He would make sure you felt comfortable and would hold hair pieces if you wanted LMAO (+) Overall pretty chill!

Wilbur

(+) He’s so confused, but would deffo roll with it after asking questions. (+) He would ask how you even felt comfortable, but doesn’t mean it in one of those rude and off putting ways. (+) “Do you even feel comfortable? The material looks scratchy” (+) You and Wilbur still went out and around town while you looked as swag as you do (+)  After an hour, Wilbur grew accustomed to seeing a light pastel blob in the corner of his eyes LMFAOO (+) He lets you handle any questions unless you come uncomfortable and makes an excuse to leave (+) Overall just concerned if he’s going insane every time he sees a blob of colors next to him.

Tommy

(+) Shock and confusion are two words that best describe how he’s feeling. (+) he’s shocked because he’s never seen such confidence in someone and he would love to have more of it (+) and shock because he’s never seen someone dress like that before, at least in real life he hadn’t (+) thought people who dress like that were weird (+) “What the fuck, [YourName?]” He’d ask with breathy laughs. (+) Let you answer questions on your own and laughed at the dumb ones (+) Actually offers to hold any extra pieces that may start to bother you throughout the day. (+) Overall he’s just a very questionable dude when it comes to your choice in colors, but went with it !!

#Dream smp x reader #irl sbi x reader #sbi x reader #x reader #mcyt x reader

[kozozaki]

Unloyal Royalty

Pairing: Tubbo x Reader

"Y/n, please don't leave," Eret pleaded, but you knew he didn't mean it.

"I am not as blind as you think, you don't want me to stay because you care, you want me to stay because you know Dream would be upset with you because I left," you stated, your tone going from angry to soft and saddened.

You and your older brother were arguing under the gates to the castle you shared because you wanted to leave.

Eret opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off, "Don't come at me with 'I do care', because you don't! It's such bullshit! No one cares about me! When Mexican L'manberg framed us for killing Karl, they didn't try to frame both of us, only me!" You laughed sadly.

"That's not true-"

"Yes, it is! You always do this, every time I want to leave, you just saying shit like 'everyone cares, don't lie to yourself' and I come running back to the castle. Not anymore, I'm gone, for good this time!"

You ran away before his words could get to your head again. You didn't stop running until you reached the hub portal. You debated going to see Tubbo, but he probably didn't want to see you, not after what happened yesterday. Tommy understood what it was like between Eret and you, he was one of your best friends before he was exiled. You haven't visited him yet, Dream barred you from going to visit him because "The queen shouldn't concern herself with dumbasses who can't shut their mouths." Such a stupid excuse.

Now that Dream held nothing against you, you could see him. Eret went to see him a couple of days ago, and luckily for you, he saved the coordinates (coords are now a system of measurement don't question it djjwnw-) of the portal in a book. You entered the numbers into the compass you had in your bag and as soon as you entered the Nether, the compass started working.

The journey towards the portal was long and boring and dangerous, but eventually you made it. You didn't expect it to be so high up. You cautiously stuck a hand through the portal, before going through completely.

You ended up in what seemed to be a plains biome. There was a village surrounded by dark oak trees. You seemed to have come out of a fixed ruined-portal. You studied your surroundings for a bit longer, before hearing a soft, echoing voice.

"Oh, hello Y/n!" You smiled and turned around, recognizing the voice as Ghostbur's. You were hit with a wave of sadness. You'd always think of Wilbur as a substitute older brother. You would always run away to L'manberg or Pogtopia when you got into fights with Eret, and he never failed to make you feel special, even when he was lying. "Are you okay? Do you want some blue?"

Ghostbur wouldn't lie to you. "Sure," he placed the currently clear blob in your hands, you could already see it shifting colours, "thank you."

"No problem! If you don't mind me asking, why are you here?" He was like a brother to you all the same.

"I haven't visited Tommy yet, I really missed him."

"Oh, follow me to Logstedshire then!," you did exactly that, "In all the memories I have, Tommy and you were inseparable, I remember, years before L'manberg even existed, you and Tommy thought you were biological siblings." You didn't want to talk about siblings anymore.

"Y/n?" You looked up from the ground to see Tommy. But he was different. His clothes were dirtier than usual, a few rips in the hem of his shirt. You didn't care, immediately running towards him, somehow confining the much taller man in a hug, "Why are you here? Didn't Dream tell you not to visit me, will I get you in trouble?"

"No, I'm not the queen anymore, he has no leverage over me," you answered simply, but Tommy seemed much more bothered by it than you.

"You aren't the queen anymore? What happened? Are you okay? I swear if Eret did anything to make you leave, I'm gonna start stabbin shit!"

"Tommy no! Calm down. Eret didn't do anything specifically it was more everything getting to my head."

"Whatever happened, you're here with us now, right?" Ghostbur is too kind.

"Right. I might go to L'manberg sometimes though. I... I still need to apologize to Tubbo," you admitted, mentally preparing for Tommy and his many questions and concerns.

"Apologize to Tubbo? For what? What happened with Tubbo?" You would never be entirely ready for Tommy.

"Tubbo and I got in a big fight yesterday because I was stupid, the reality that you were exiled didn't settle in until then," you wanted to scream at your own idiocy, you regretted snapping at Tubbo more than anything.

"Well then what the hell are you here for, go apologize to Tubbo!" he quickly shoved you in the direction of the portal.

"But Tommy I just got here-"

"No, you aren't allowed to come back until you apologize to Tubbo," he huffed and walked the other way. What he didn't know was how bad the fight actually was. There was no way you could even see Tubbo without crying.

The trip back to the hub portal wasn't different at all, except this time you were more on edge, your mind racing with hundreds of ways this could go wrong. You saw Ranboo and Fundy yelling at each other, but you quickly realized it was just their usual banter.

You had no idea where Tubbo would be. "Hey, do you guys know where Tubbo is?"

"Oh, hey Y/n. I think he's at the docks actually."

"Thanks, Ranboo!" You sprinted past them towards the docks smiling as they resumed their arguing, but your smile apparated along with your speed when you saw Tubbo. He looked sad. He wasn't wearing his blazer, only a shirt and tie. The bee that was resting on his hand flew towards you. Stupid adorable bee.

Tubbo looked behind him to see where the bee went, and his eyes widened. He instantly looked away again. "Why're you here, Y/n?" he tried to sound like he didn't want you there, but really he wanted you there more than anything.

"T-Tubbo, I... I'm sorry, about yesterday, it was out of line, I shouldn't have-"

"Damn right you shouldn't have, that hurt Y/n! You acted like I don't miss him too!" Tubbo being upset really hurt you, especially because you're the reason he's angry.

"I'm trying to apologize-"

"Right! I'm sorry! Get on with your 'apology' then," the way that sentence was dripping with sarcasm pushed you over the edge.

"Tubbo I'm trying to apologize genuinely so if you think that this is fake or forced it isn't I just want to be on good terms with someone I love again!" You were too unsettled to realize what you had said until Tubbo pointed it out.

"You... you love me?" He no longer sounded upset, more relieved, and happy.

"Ah, fuck, shit. No," he looked sad again, and you instantly took it back, "I mean yeah, I do, but I didn't want you to know that, for like, at least the rest of my life-"

Tubbo placed a hand on your shoulder and laughed, "Y/n calm down, it's okay. I love you too."

Your face turned a deep shade of red, "Jesus I didn't expect you to be so forward about it."

"Do you want to stay here and talk for a while?"

"Yeah! Wait, I have to tell Tommy and Ghostbur I won't be back for a while."

"Tommy and Ghostbur? Nevermind. Don't tell them, you'll take like half an hour, I'll die of boredom!"

"Fineeeee. Tommy was right, you are clingy."

"That was just uncalled for Y/n."

#mcyt #dream smp #mcyt x reader #dream smp x reader #tubbo #tubbo x reader