#ghostbur and mumza verse

[autistic-ranboo]

so i heard everyone really liked the first part of this:

the sheep is back.

kristin's very familiar with this sheep, his blue wool shimmering with the magic of the void. she can feel the headache building; once again, she's going to have to chase down this sheep before he can find his way back to the land of the living. this is the smartest sheep she's ever seen (which, granted, isn't saying much) and she sighs, hand on her scythe as she steps towards him.

"c'mon, buddy," she pleads, "please just come with-"

the sheep barrels into her, bleating wildly, knocking her off her feet.

"what are you doing?" she asks, words broken by giggles that streak across the void, leaving trails of starlight in their path. the sheep keeps bleating, herding her back until she's falling through the edge of the darkness, the blue sheep falling with her. her eings flare out as she grabs the sheep, grunting with the effort of holding him as the hurtle through the void.

and then they're landing on the station platform, a place that's become familiar to kristin after so much time. she holds up the sheep, who looks at her with absolutely no thought behind the eyes.

"you," she informs him, "are the most annoying creature i have EVER had the displeasure of dealing with."

"baa."

"don't you 'baa' me," she says, glaring at him. "do you know how many times i've tried to catch you? you're a SHEEP, you're not supposed to PLOT. there's a REASON i let someone else deal with the goats!"

"baa," the sheep responds, and kristin just sighs.

"i don't know why you shoved me over here, anyways," she says. "nothing's down here except-"

"MUMZA!!" kristin has to brace herself as a yellow-grey blur slams into her, threatening to knock her off her feet for the second time as arms wrap around her. in the confusion, the blue sheep falls from her arms, landing with a disgruntled sound on the sunny platform.

and it is sunny, now. it's come a long way from that first night, cold drizzle soaking the platform, ghostbur's skin steaming with tears in the darkness. the little shops are bright, and she can smell things baking nearby. but the brightest thing on the platform is ghostbur, his warm yellow sweater restored and practically glowing as he hugs her.

"i missed you so much," ghostbur says.

"it's good to see you, too, ghostbur," she says fondly, ruffling his hair. "but I'm afraid I can't stay long."

"do you have somewhere to go?" ghostbur asks.

"sort of," she sighs, untangling herself from ghostbur's grey hands. "i have a... difficult visitor that i need to bring home."

"what kind?" ghostbur asks.

she tiredly points at the blue sheep, deceptively-peaceful as he munches on the short grass growing from a crack in the pavement.

ghostbur's eyes go wide, and he lights up.

"FRIEND!" he shouts, barrelling towards the sheep. the blue sheep, who startled and ran when kristin near-silently teleported behind him, seems completely content to continue his snack as ghostbur tackle-hugs him, pressing his face into the thick blue wool.

"oh i missed you so much!" ghostbur says. "there's so much to show you around here!"

"friend of yours?" kristin asks as she approaches, her voice lilting.

ghostbur nods.

"friend, this is mumza! she's the goddess of death, and-"

the sheep GLARES at her as she steps closer, so she stops.

"we've met," she says, tired.

"great!" ghostbur's smile could light up the blackest void, and despite her frustration (and exhaustion), kristin smiles. "i missed friend so much! this place is nice, of course, especially when you're here, but it gets lonely without people, and friend was my best friend back in l'manburg. he went everywhere with me: techno's house, phil's house, l'manburg-"

a lightbulb clicks on in kristin's head.

her sheep problem is solved.

"ghostbur," kristin asks. the boy picks his head up out of friend's fleece, eyes still shining. "would it be all right if i left him here with you?"

and suddenly she has an armful of tearful ghost, burying his face into her side as he nods.

"i'm gonna take that as a yes," she says with a laugh.

"yes," ghostbur says, then repeats it in a flood that pours out into the no-longer-silent station. "yes, yes, yes, yes-"

kristin just barely manages to not jump for joy. as it is, though, she can feel one of the many weights on her shoulders lift. finally, that sheep is someone else's problem.

as she heads out, she sends a crow to one of her colleagues, a message tied to its foot.

'next time, you're dealing with the sheep.

-kristin'

#ghostbur #wilbur soot #mumza #mcyt #dream smp #ghostbur and mumza verse #my writing #<- cannot believe this tag exists now #zablr #<- since we'd all die for mumza anyways #theres other stuff that comes between the first one and this one #who knows maybe ill write it someday #but basically mumza is the overworked goddess of death #shes got a couple coworkers who do the herding of souls though #after a particularly annoying goat ate her first wedding ring #(phil laughed so hard at that one that he broke a rib. it's one of his favorite stories to tell if you can get him in the right mood) #friend doesnt actually have infinite canon lives #friend just was really good at escaping the underworld #but yeah. mumza's added sheep to the list of creatures that she refuses to reap #along with goats. her husband. jack manifold. and technoblade.

[autistic-ranboo]

well this au blew up huh

"what do you do when you miss phil?" ghostbur asks one day, sprawled on his back in the field of flowers that he's been planting since the goddess of death brought life back to wilbur's wasteland of an afterlife.

she smiles sadly, settling down next to him and letting her wings curl in around herself, almost like a blanket.

"you miss them, hm?" she asks, staring up at the sky. There's clouds gathering on the horizon, low-slung and grey, and there's a cool breeze that rustles her skirts.

"so much." ghostbur sits up, wraps his arms around himself. "i know it wasn't perfect, but i liked being there with everyone. phil, tommy, techno, ranboo-"

"it must be hard," she says, reaching out with one of her wings to pull him close. ghostbur settles against her side, soft and warm as she absently pets his messy, fluffy hair.

it's so much like wilbur's.

"i just want to see them again," ghostbur says softly, and whatever resolve kristin had left crumbles.

she stands up, takes a deep breath, and draws from the pool of magic at her core, energy rippling outward as it reshapes the rolling hill, carving out a shallow pool that fills with clear water, reflecting the grey clouds overhead. ghostbur watches, mesmerized, as she floats above it, feet dangling towards the ground as her arms sweep through the air and she murmurs in a language older than time, the song of the void and the universe tangling together until at last the surface of the lake settles and the goddess of death floats back to the ground.

"come and look," she says, standing at the lake.

"-should be more careful, mate," philza's saying, but there's a laughing lilt to his voice as he scolds a technoblade who at least has the decency to look ashamed.

"i said i was sorry-"

"hey, guys!" niki says, the smell of warm bread drifting off the lake.

mumza's stomach rumbles, and ghostbur bursts out laughing, really laughing, and the goddess of death feels more alive than she has since the last time her husband had stopped to visit.

she whistles a simple, short tune, and a large black crow lands on her outstretched hand, tilting its head at her in confusion.

"go steal me two of those pastries," she says to it. "and tell my idiot husband to put on sunblock before he turns red."

the crow flies off with a caw, diving through the rippling water and emerging on the other side. philza laughs as it settles on his shoulder, cawing at him before taking flight again, this time to dive-bomb the basket of pastries.

"no!" niki shouts. "shoo, shoo!"

"it's fine, mate," phil says with a laugh. "it's just my wife. she wants a pastry."

"YOU HAVE A WIFE?!"

mumza chuckles as the crow flies back, two still-warm pastries precariously held in its beak. she sighs at her husband and his friends, bickering kindly as they walk. her hand drifts out over the water, and the image ripples and fades.

"here," she says, taking one of the pastries and reaching out to hand it to ghostbur. "i thought-"

and then she has an armful of crying ghost, face buried in her arms as she tries to not drop the pastries into the grass.

"you can't go visit them," she warns him. "if you try to jump in the lake while the window's open, the window will just break, and you'll get wet."

ghostbur nods, sniffling as he wipes away steaming tears.

"but if you want to see them," she says, "all you have to do is look."

#ghostbur and mumza verse #ghostbur #mumza #wilbur soot #misstrixtin #goddess of death!mumza #my writing #<- still cant believe this exists #zablr #bc i KNOW yall like this stuff #i wont tag the others who only briefly show up in here but theres some special guests this time #bc syndicate found family my beloved #theyre nerds who go on picnics in the woods bc niki learned a new bread recipe #this one takes place before the second one that i wrote. theres a little detail of continuity there that i rlly hope someone sees #anyways. pspsps come get ur ghostbur and mumza verse content #you can all thank mesmir-ized for this btw #bc they made me some POGGERS art #(and yes philza does spend the next twenty minutes explaining to everyone that he has a wife) #(techno knows but he also thinks its funny) #'you had a wife all this time??' #'techno you met my wife. remember?' #'nope. didn't happen.' #meanwhile ranboo in the corner like 'your wife...... the FRIDGE???' #dream smp #dream smp fanfic #dream smp fanfiction #once again i write a long word vomit at 1:15 AM instead of sleeping

[autistic-ranboo]

HEY, WOULD YOU LIKE A LITTLE WHOLESOME HC NOW? i was thinking about anthropomorphic Yogurt (Fundy's fox) and it just occurred me that yogurt could, as wilbur's grandson, have a pretty nice relation with ghostbur and really like to spend time with his "dead granddad". He could be very scared of wilbur because of that and would hold on to and take care very good care of Friend, until friend passes away and joins ghostbur at limbo. -Sugar (still sad about your "wilbur and mumza" reply)

"oh, you're alivebur's grandson!"

yogurt's standing beside a small train track, tail swishing across the yellow line that warns him not to walk into the track. his dad had told him all about proper safety, and he was good at following the rules. but as he heard a voice suddenly speak to him from behind, it took all of his composure not to jump and fall.

"who's there?" he asks, looking around. his eyes lock on a yellow sweater and a blue sheep, approaching from down the platform. it almost looks like his granddad, if his granddad was younger and happier and less sad.

"oh, right, you probably don't know me," the figure says. "i'm ghostbur! i'm like your other granddad, sort of!"

yogurt is confused. another granddad? this one looks to young to be a granddad, although he's slowly developing laugh lines around his eyes. but yogurt's father has raised a polite young man, so he smiles and holds out his hand.

"i'm yogurt soot," he says. "it's very nice to meet you."

"you don't need to be so formal, have some blue," ghostbur says, holding out a soft lump of blue fluff that feels wonderful in yogurt's hands. "you can use it to put your sad in."

"i'm not sad, though," yogurt says. ghostbur's expression changes, just slightly, but yogurt can feel the weight of years in it.

"everyone is sad eventually," ghostbur says. "the world is a sad place sometimes. keep it for when you have a bad day."

yogurt nods.

he's laying in his bed, listening to the soft sounds of the night outside.

ah. a dream then, he assumes. but then he reaches out one soft paw and finds a lump of blue fluff, shimmering slightly in the dark.

#ghostbur and mumza verse #sugar anon #my fic #dsmp fic #dream smp fic #mcyt fic #ghostbur #i love them ok #yogurt dsmp #others are mentioned but im not gonna tag them #yogurt ends up sharing the blue with his dad when wilbur brushes him off #bc theres one (1) canon bad dad on the dsmp and its NOT FUCKIN PHIL #ahem #anyways #hope u enjoy sugar anon my beloved

[autistic-ranboo]

so ranboo really Did That, huh. as expected, had to make some Content about it. to Cope TM

she almost refuses to do it.

"how dare you?!" she screams from beyond the veil as sam slashes ranboo across the throat. objectively, she knows it was fast, painless, and that the boy (and, fuck, he's just a kid) didn't suffer. but.

but he is phil's, and so he is hers.

"i'll do it, kristin," ian offers, placing a hand on her shoulder as she collects herself, prepares to meet the boy her husband has claimed.

"no," kristin says, fire in her eyes. "this one is mine."

she descends to meet the confused soul, whose corpse has yet to cool. he's sitting on the ground with his head between his knees, counting, his breathing shallow even as his heart no longer beats.

"they'll be- they'll- they'll be fine- techno- techno and michael and phil and- phil and niki and-"

"ranboo?" kristin asks gently, careful to keep the otherworldly notes from her voice.

"who- what- where am- am i- are you-"

"my husband speaks highly of you," she says, her face shrouded such that ranboo cannot see the soft sadness in her eyes. "i wish we didn't have to meet under these circumstances."

"your husband- who- and what circumstances? where am i? what's happening? where is everyone, where is-"

"a lot has happened," mumza says. "would you like me to explain?"

ranboo nods.

"sam killed you. murdered you to try and make dream stop, but it only stopped techno. they got away, but you..."

"i died, didn't i?"

"yes."

"well..." ranboo considers for a moment. "fuck."

mumza laughs. it's so unexpected; the boy doesn't swear and speaks like he's ancient. it sounds wrong.

"i'm here to lead you to your afterlife," kristin explains, holding out a hand to the lost soul, who gladly takes it. he looks around as they walk, passing scene after scene of people he's never seen.

"normally," kristin explains, "you'd be assigned to a limbo designed for you, in case someone wanted to resurrect you. but i thought you might prefer this."

the place they end up is overgrown with flowers, blue and yellow and red and pink and green as far as the eye can see. a blue sheep munches lazily on the grass, and the chime of the station bell-tower dances on the warm breeze. a train trundles past, a soothing sound in its rhythmic clacking.

and in the center of it all, dressed in a soft yellow sweater and waving at them, is ghostbur.

#ghostbur and mumza verse #mumza verse #my writing #my fic #mumza #ghostbur #dsmp fic #hello it is i here with Pain but also Fluff enjoy #i return

[autistic-ranboo]

yo, here's that one headcanon anon again! (from now on im gonna call myself "sugar" because i like sweet things and how it sounds, hope you dont mind.). so, i'd like to ask: how you imagine c!wilbur? i mean, is he a biological son of mumza? if yes, how would fundy be just a normal shapeshifter? i was considering the god gene could be recessive but then would wilbur be some sort of demigod? does he have little wingies too, like phil, that haven't fully grown yet? What Is Wilbur's Deal?

oh boy ok SO

wilbur is mumza bio son, yes. this ties into one of your other asks so i won't go into toooooooo much detail there :))))) but yes he is her and phil's bio son. her immortality balanced out with phil's single life to give him a normal number of lives, but since neither of his parents age, if he doesn't lose his last life, he could live forever.

i have a lot of hcs i enjoy for what powers/abilities he has, but for now he's still growing into them in a lot of ways because he is VERY young. his wings are like mumza's (they can be summoned/dismissed at will) but unlike her, he doesn't know how yet, so he doesn't know that he has them.

fundy's mom was a shapeshifter and that's where fundy gets his abilities from. he didn't inherit any of mumza's gifts, nor did he inherit wings. they're not sure WHY he didn't get any of those gifts, but it didn't help him feel more adequate about himself, let's be honest. that being said, when he first transitioned, kristin visited him in a dream to introduce herself and tell him that she was proud of him.

it was the first time anyone had ever done that

#gnm verse #ghostbur and mumza verse #dsmp headcanon #fundy #mumza #wilbur #sugar anon (beloved) #look the truth is that wilbur fucked a salmon so i dont know what to make of him either #and neither does mumza #and neither does philza #(also not related to this au but im having seer!au thoughts again. thinking about seer!wilbur instead of seer!phil and how that would go)

[autistic-ranboo]

everyone who has said that i have custody of ghostbur bc cc!wolbur is an evil, evil little man (/lh): thank you for your contribution to my happiness. he is currently wrapped in a blanket of blue sitting on the field outside the station with friend, eating a warm pastry and listening to mumza tell stories about her youth under the afternoon sun

#ghostbur and mumza verse #ghostbur #wilbur soot #mumza #dream smp #(shes telling the story of the time philza visited her briefly after he flew into a window) #(which is why he now builds windows with trapdoors and stained glass instead of clear glass) #maybe i'll write this into a ficlet later but for now just know that ghostbur is happy ^_^

[autistic-ranboo]

Ghostbur and Mumza Verse Headcanon: C!Wilbur and CC!Wilbur are telling everyone how miserable Ghostbur is, just because he is mad and jealous that Mumza is taking care of Ghostbur, while his lack of will to change made it impossible for her to help him. Both Wilburs are liars and Ghostbur finally found peace in Kristin's arms.

oh man that's so painful bc like. ok. so c!wilbur obviously didn't see mumza in limbo.

but she was there.

see, he inherited some of mumza's powers. she might be the goddess of death, but wilbur has some power too. and he believed he didn't deserve mumza's love. all she could do was watch through the pool (and watch she did, all the time, because she couldn't reach him, couldn't help her only son) as he spiralled, down and down. and when he landed in her domain, and she tried to reach him, she found herself stuck behind a wall of glass, unable to reach through. she screamed herself hoarse when she realized that her son was THERE and HURTING and she couldn't REACH him.

but you know what really broke her?

one cold night, when it was storming in his limbo, and mumza was waiting at the edge, where she often was when she could spare a moment, she heard him whisper a prayer. he was never big on praying, so she strained to listen, watched his mouth form shapes and felt them in her soul.

these words were for her.

"please," he begged her, tears streaming down his face. "mom, please."

and all she could do was watch.

#ghostbur and mumza verse #mumza #ghostbur #dsmp fic #dream smp fic #mcyt fic #this might need tws but idk what #anyways yeah wilbur wasnt the ONLY one suffering #mumza wanted to go to him #but wilbur believed he would always be alone #so he was #sorry sugar anon i know you probably wanted fluff but i got hit w/ the angst worm tm today #sugar anon #MY FIRST NAMED ANON guys i have a named anon im a Big Blog now

[autistic-ranboo]

hey, were you the person that came up with goddess of death!mumza? your post seems to be the first one about it! if yes, how do you feel to have been the person to come up with a headcanon that impacted the community so much?

i did not come up with it, no. i think zablr might have collectively?

i DO think that i might have been the one to popularize the headcanon that ghostbur would be with mumza in the afterlife, which might've helped to popularize that headcanon though, and like. if that's the case, i'm VERY glad, because i like that much better than what wilbur said was going on with ghostbur

#ghostbur and mumza verse #kinda #ghostbur #mumza #im gonna be honest anon its possible i came up with that but i REALLY doubt it #like i dont THINk i came up with it but you Do got me doubting myself lmao #like #did i cause this?? #but yeah i dont THINK it was me #if anyone has the first post abt mumza as a goddess of death and u wanna send it my way thatd be poggers

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[autistic-ranboo]

STILL mad abt angst, so wholesome hc before bed: Y'know Michael, Beeduo's son? So, imagine him spending days with Philza. one of these nights, he'd explore those forests, get lost and start crying, until Mumza appeared and, after a very nice talk, in which she sweetly asks if he's lost and he doesn't notice that the glowy woman before him is a god, she'd take him to phil. michael goes: "phil! look, this nice lady helped me get back!" and he just paralyses and proceeds to welcome her. -sugar

she finds the little boy in the woods.

he's lost and crying, clutching a tint plush bee and wiping at his half-there nose with the back of his striped shirt sleeve, and he looks so much like wilbur did at that age that she almost doesn't notice his little hooved hand.

"what's wrong, sweetheart?" she asks, careful to make herself as mortal as she can, bending down to his level. her old bones ache a bit as she bends, but she's not going to leave him in the woods by himself. "are you lost?"

the boy nods, clutching his plushie tighter to his chest. mumza smiles, pulls down her hood (because it scares people, even if they don't know what it really means), and offers him her hand.

"i was s'posed stay inside, but i- i saw a bunny and i wanted to pet it and then i followed it and- and- and it went in a tree and now papa and dad are gonna be worried and-"

"shh," she says, embuing the words with a gentle magic that soothes everything it touches, a gift she'd made for Philza's longest companion when the rage of battle had become to much. "it's all right, little one. i'll help you get home, all right?"

the child nods, takes her hand, and she's thrown back to the early days, walking with her son when she was allowed to walk the world with her husband.

she misses those days.

"i live in snow-ches-ter," he says, sounding out each syllable with effort, "but my papa is visiting uncle phil right now."

"uncle phil?" she asks. the boy nods.

"uncle phil is my favorite because he gave me this!" the boy says, pulling out a small, hand-carved wooden dagger from his boot. it's beautiful craftsmanship, and kristin knows it all too well.

"if he's your uncle, then that makes me your aunt," she says with a laugh.

"you are?"

"yes," she says, ruffling his hair. "your uncle phil has been my husband for centuries."

"how many is a century?"

"one hundred years," she says.

"wow," the boy says, staring up at her with stars in his eyes. she focuses for a second, pulls her wings from the void and lets them sprawl in the sky behind her.

"you can call me mumza," she tells him as she scoops him up and sets him on her shoulders. "now hold on, ok?"

"ok, auntie mumza!" he says, wrapping around her like a vice as she pushes herself off the ground, soaring through the cold tundra until she spots a familiar line of smoke in the distance.

"michael?! michael where did you go?!" ranboo's voice echoes as he runs across the yard, desperation evident in hiis (young, so young) features.

"where the fuck could he have gone?" she hears phil say, and kristin's most core instinct flares up.

she needs to fuck with her husband.

she pulls her wings in close, gestures for michael to stay quiet, and drops into a silent dive, landing without a sound behind her husband.

"hello, my angel," she whispers from behind him, and he jumps out of his skin, springing away from her with a swear.

"kristin what the fu-"

"shh..." she says, gesturing to michael, who's struggling to keep from bursting out in laughter, though he's already giggling despite his best attempts. "don't teach the child to swear."

"michael!" ranboo shouts with delight and relief as he blinks out of sight and appears beside her, taking michael from her shoulders. "are you all right?"

"he's fine," mumza says, ruffling ranboo's hair. "don't worry so much, ranboo."

"sorry, do i... know you?" ranboo asks, shifting michael onto one hip.

"that's auntie mumza!" michael says, like it's obvious. kristin laughs, walks over to her husband, and kisses him on the cheek.

"how are you, my love?" she asks. phil blushes; in his defense, she's very, very wonderful and he hasn't seen her in a while.

"ranboo," he says with a cough, "meet my wife, kristin."

a solid ten seconds go by without anyone speaking, when a female voice shouts from behind them.

"philza fucking minecraft has a wife?!"

#mumza and ghostbur verse #sort of #goddess of death mumza #michael dsmp #ranboo #philza #dsmp fic #dream smp fic #dsmp #dream smp #mcyt fic #im done putting my fic behind a readmore yall can DEAL with this #my writing #anyways yes that is niki at the end and while she technically KNOWS that phil is married she kinda thought he was making it up #mumza gets brought inside for syndicate tea time #techno is not there. she doesn't ask. #because she knows he can hibernate for months at a time

[autistic-ranboo]

i can always tell when wilbur soot has made some new ghostbur lore canon because the ghostbur and mumza verse fics get a bunch of new notes

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yoo happy 100 followers to me!! if yall want ghostbur and mumza verse content, drop a request in the notes of this post and if i can i'll write it

#mumza and ghostbur cerse #happy 100 followers to me! #now follow me on twitch @adorabli_live /hj