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cirrusea · 2 years

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Hear me out..... Eret in that dress from stream last night..... but with a sword

#dsmp #the eret #eret fanart #eret dsmp #dsmp eret #dont look at this too closely i was rushiNG #spent a whole two minutes on the background smh #my art

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arieava · 10 months

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was it worth it?

#dsmp #mcyt #eret #eret dsmp #eret fanart #blood #blood tw #tw blood #arieavart #i have never rendered that much fabric before in my LIFE

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muffinsandstardust · 3 months

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Eret's DSMP Finale Script

for everyone who was curious about what eret's finale would be like and missed the birthday stream, here.

#dsmp #foolish dsmp #c!foolish #dsmp foolish #eret #eret mcyt #eretblr #c!eret #eternal duo #dream smp eret #eret dream smp #dsmp eret #eret dsmp #dream smp #dreamxd #dsmp dreamXD

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enby-chaos · 6 months

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Portrait of a King

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#eret #eret dsmp #dsmp #dsmp fanart

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uyun · 1 year

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Lmanburg

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emerald404error · 3 months

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I cosplayed Eret

#eret #eret dsmp #dsmp cosplay #dream smp

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aimandfire21 · 2 years

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Eret "Oh yeah, this is the adoption book where I nearly adopted your son :D"

Wilbur, having a coronary "COOL I JUST NEED A BLANK BOOK"

#dsmp #dream smp #wilbut soot #eret dream smp #dsmp wilbur #eret dsmp

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clarae-guns · 2 years

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please tell me someone hasnt done this yet

#eret dsmp #renthedog #rentheking #hermitcraft smp #hermitcraft #dsmp #dreamsmp #eret #sooner or later grians gonna start singing hamilton

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dotts-inkings · 3 months

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Just some bits of my writing that I like. There's transcripts under the cut too

Image 1 is based on an idea by @/rbgheart , where ghostbur finds a way to revive alivebur on his own, after seeing how phil and foolish fail to know what is necessary to bring Wilbur Soot back from the dead.

Image 2: just an exploration into how the dad phil thing and all its popular fanon tropes might lead into how pogtopia wilbur thinks.

Image 3: from the same story as image 1 but I sootburred it (hehehe) so this later turns into a *lovingly gazes into ur stunning eyes without even realizing im attracted* type thing.

Image 4: a vaguely post-prison Tommy time travels to the middle of the L'manburg war era, and confronts Eret as gently as he knows how before shit can ever hit the fan.

Image 1 transcript: [Ghostbur opens his eyes, surprised to see. He thought he was dead. Just dead. But it seems either he failed, or…

Well, he now stands in a long, dark hallway. On two sides are benches, and in the middle is a shallow ravine with tracks laid atop concrete. The walls are covered in paper, plastic, and electric signage, with lights shining down to illuminate in a hard-to-look-at pink.

He supposes this must be the afterlife.

Well, Ghostbur isn’t here to gawk like a tourist, he has a duty. He takes a slow, shuddering breath, letting the memories from previous flow away, and slowly walks (walks! He can't float!) down the hall, searching for his counterpart.

It is silent.

And it is dark.

And the hall is very, very, long.

Eventually, perhaps minutes, perhaps hours later, he finds an aberration in the infinite pattern of benches, lights and posters. A lump of dark fabric lays curled before a massive discoloration on the wall, the paper there ripped away, bricks coated in-

In...

Blood, he supposes.

That’s all. It's the afterlife, blood doesn’t matter as much, he reassures himself. It is all okay.

So he looks closer (and it’s rather hard to see), but under the dim light of a softly glowing advertisement screen, he can see the lump more closely. A shivering figure sits there, hair stained in white and back stained with blood. The figure breathes slow, heavy, crackling breaths.

Coming closer, he looks to be hunched over on himself. The man has his arms crossed over his knees, with his legs folded beneath him. His head presses into the backs of his hands. He looks nearly dead, which is better than Ghostbur was expecting.

This is Alivebur, he knows it in his very being. And before he]. The image cuts off at the word 'he'.

Image 2 transcript: [And then Phil stepped in the room, his wings dragging across the rough stone. He looked around at the shaky scrawls of the song Wilbur wrote of victory and unity, and then at Wilbur himself in disappointment. And Wilbur felt himself grow colder. The world narrowed, and he looked towards the father that left him alone for years. Suddenly, the dilemma of the button wasn't about his brother's safety or his friends' happiness, but one last thing to throw in his dad's face. Something to show that his abandonment had hurt, had harmed and scarred him, something that would say 'if you just stayed this wouldn't have happened', something like 'I relied on you, I cared for you, and you left for some old friend of yours from a lost empire you used to rule and now look what happened', something that would hurt his shitty old dad as much as his dad hurt him.]

Image 3 transcript: [After some time, Alivebur manages to open his eyes again- well, eye. One of his eyes is bleeding now, hanging torn skin from the socket. Ghostbur doesn’t know how he didn’t see that earlier. The remaining one focuses on his eyes, and just like that he finds himself mesmerized. His counterpart’s eyes, they shouldn't be such a marvel. Ghostbur’s sure he himself had pupils and an iris once, and everyone else around him had proper eyes, so he doesn’t know why he is so fascinated by the reddish-brown shade, the sickly, tired expression. He’s entranced.

Alivebur seems similarly so, one eye unmoving from its place focused on Ghostbur. A feeling comes across Ghostbur, that maybe Alivebur is thinking of the glimpses Ghostbur unknowingly gave him of the living world - glimpses only an unwanted ghost could give, of desolate coasts and a black grid in the sky. He hopes Alivebur remembers him giving images of blue flower fields and sheep too. Kinder memories for a dead man forgotten.]

Image 4 transcript: [Tommy stared into shocked, blank eyes. He held the sunglasses that covered them before, and looked down at the glasses pensively. The man across the medical tent from him was tense, but not fearful, only apprehensive. Tommy supposed he would be too if a fourteen-year-old Tommy walked up and snatched the only shield he had from people seeing the awful emptiness of a herobrine descendant's eyes.

Tommy glanced up at Eret again. “You…” he started. “You aren’t king.” He looked at the man’s head, as if expecting to see some crown or circlet defining her role. Eret reels back, in bafflement, and a bit of pain in their empty eyes. Without the sunglasses, Eret is more expressive than ever.

“What- of course I’m not a king, Tommy. We’re fighting against a king, after all, aren’t we?”

If he hadn’t known Eret so long, Tommy would have only heard the surface-level confusion, but Tommy has known most of the tics in her deep voice since they initially reconnected over his hotel. The oddly stilted rhythm to Eret’s words betrays how careful he’s speaking. It’s nearly too obvious, but Tommy reminds himself that Eret’s never had to lie to Tommy yet. Not in this life.

Tommy flips the sunglasses in his hands around, side to side, up-ways and down. He is agitated. His tail lashes, and finally, he responds.

“Listen, man,” He begins in a rush, “I know you know what I’m saying, and we both know you don’t think its worth staying with us in L’man- L’manberg, so you can drop the act.” Eret goes to speak, but Tommy cuts him off before he can lie again. “Seriously, I don’t care, well I do care, but I’m not gonna do anything about it. You can choose whatever you like, cause— cause like, slay queen, but you’re fine— just.”

Tommy scrunches his face.

“You aren’t king yet?” Hopefully.]

#dreamsmp #wilbur soot #ghostbur #tommyinnit #eret #eret dsmp #mcyt #dsmp #sootbur #sootcest #dott has google docs and an internet connection oh no

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mxmarsbars · 1 year

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the c!eternal duo ending we deserve

#eret fanart #foolish fanart #c!eret #c!foolish #eternal duo #the eret #foolish gamers #eret dsmp #foolish dsmp #eret mcyt #foolish mcyt #dsmp fanart #c!eternal duo please come back i miss you #the only duo ever

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ghostly-groves · 9 months

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Happy “It was never meant to be” three years anniversary ᗡ:

#it was never meant to be #the eret #eret #dsmp #eret dsmp #mcyt #my posts

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fawn-wings · 1 year

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you want to listen to king by florence + the machine you wanna listen to king by florence + the machine SO bad

@theeretblr

#judoodles #eret art #eret #eret dream smp #eret dsmp #c!eret

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imaginemcyt · 1 year

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my l'manberg

just a little blurb i wrote! SPOILER WARNING. this is supposed to follow the canon storyline of the dream smp, taking place just after the manberg-pogtopia war, when wilbur and techno betray the nation. kind of an sbi au because i have problems. enjoy!

tw: language, angst

he laughs, the stupid green motherfucker laughs, and suddenly you're moving without even realizing, tears blurring your vision as you reach for your sword. but before you can strike, there are arms around you, hugging you. no, not hugging you— holding you back, preventing you from doing something stupid. keeping you from starting a fight you can't finish. you can't see anything beyond your tears and blind rage, but you can hear his voice in your ear. "it's futile, you'll only get yourself killed", and you know eret's right. you can't take dream, let alone dream and technoblade.

but you fight against him anyway, you fight against him with a vehemence you didn't even know you had until l'manberg. not because you think you can take them, but simply because you don't care. you don't care anymore, your home is gone, your own brothers have betrayed you, and you have nothing left. you're on your final life, but you're more than ready to die for your country, your l'manberg. then eret speaks again, and you stop fighting against him completely. three words, whispered to you by a once-traitor turned ally, are all it takes. "tommy needs you."

of course. your younger brother, the only one of your siblings who has never once betrayed you, never so much as lied to you. the only one who believed in l'manberg perhaps more than you did. you can't die now, your brother needs you.

eret's arms slowly remove themselves from your body, but you don't charge technoblade. that would be stupid, and you can't die when you have to look out for tommy. not when you have to help him get his discs back. not when you have to help tubbo rebuild his nation. you can't die here, not when there's so much work to do.