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elmhat · 5 months

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// dsmp rp

"sunset" — a drabble based on @hiding-in-the-vault's power trio au

“Hey, can we stop for a second?”

Sapnap and George turned back to Dream. As tired as he might be, as tired they all were, Sapnap still had the wherewithal to be suspicious. “Why would we stop?”

“Well, I mean, just— I think it'd be good.” Dream looked out over the vast fields they had just traveled through, to the dense patch of forest they were about to enter. It would be dark soon.

Sapnap looked at Dream like he had murdered his family. “This was your idea to find Punz, bro, you’ve gotta have a better reason than that.”

“Look, I— Fine, it doesn't matter!”

“No, it fucking matters now! What is it, what's up?”

“Sapnap,” George interjected. From behind Sapnap, he yawned theatrically, as he had been doing for the past several hours.

“What's in the forest, Dream?” said Sapnap, eyes narrowing. “Do you know something?”

“No!” Dream insisted. “You’re— ugh, I was just thinking that, like, maybe it would be nice if we, like… saw the sunset.”

Dream actually, physically recoiled at his own words. Fuck, did that sound dumb. He was tired, he was aching, he wasn't thinking straight. Sapnap was just frowning back at him with that specific brand of confused anger. Like a big, stupid ravager.

“The sunset?”

“It was dumb! Okay? I get it!” Dream shook his head. “Forget it.”

Sapnap didn't look any less confused. For far too long, he studied Dream’s face so intently that it felt like he could see through the mask, searching for the lie that wasn't there. Dream wished there was one.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” said George. “I'm not walking anymore.” Without any further conversation, he went and sprawled out on the grass, gazing up at an orange sky. Not the muddy orange of Dream’s hidden prison jumpsuit, but a vibrant, pretty orange. The color of life, not death.

With a shrug at Sapnap, Dream made his way to George’s side, half suppressing the wince as he sat down. He drew his knees up to his chest.

“No way you're serious,” said Sapnap, but Dream didn't respond. He was too tired for this argument; hopefully, Sapnap was too. But Dream still kept his hands free, hovering near his axe, just in case. Nothing was worse than getting complacent.

It felt so good to finally be sitting down. They had been walking all day, dragging themselves from one side of the server to the other, and while that wouldn't have bothered the Dream of the past, it was undeniable that he couldn't go half as long as he used to without several breaks. Which was fine, he could manage, he had come this far. It was just frustrating.

The sky really did look amazing right now. Between fleeing bases and collecting scraps of his old resources, Dream hadn’t thought about sunsets once since his escape, but something about being around George and Sapnap brought back the urge. It was more nostalgia than anything; the hours and hours they had spent outside as kids, camping out after dark when they knew they shouldn't. It would sound stupid to say that the color reminded Dream of Sapnap’s eyes, but here he was.

Eventually, Sapnap relented. Dream heard the clank of armor as he thumped down beside him, jostling around a bit before exhaling deeply through his nose. After that, the whole world went quiet. It wasn't as awkward as it should be.

“What are you really doing with Punz?” Sapnap finally asked him, tone hushed and weirdly soft.

Dream didn't look at him; he couldn't take his eyes off the sky. “I can't tell you that,” he whispered back.

“He revived you.”

It should have been an accusation, but there was no heat to it. “Yeah.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Dream saw Sapnap nod. “Dream, listen.” A gentle hand on his arm made him look up at Sapnap’s face. “If this is gonna work, if we’re gonna actually work together, you need to tell me what's happening. Punz is whatever, you have your old secret shit, but from now on? You’ve gotta share, dude.”

“Yeah, I know,” said Dream.

“No. Clearly, you don’t. I’ve gotta look after myself here, and George too. You’re not gonna lead us into some bullshit that’ll get us killed.”

Sapnap was looking at him like he was in pain. Dream broke eye contact; something twinged inside of him. “I'm sorry. About— that.” It was obvious what he meant. “For not telling you.”

Staging the betrayal with Punz, orchestrating Sapnap’s grand hero moment behind his back—that had been rough. As necessary as it was, just as much now as at the time, it didn't fully take out the sting, not even for Dream. Sapnap certainly wasn't taking it well. One day, maybe, he might understand the importance of it all. After all, it wasn't like Dream was the first of their little group to betray the others.

Dream couldn't tell Sapnap everything, but he could tell him some things. He could tell him about threats and traps and elements of plans that didn’t require too much prying to understand. That was more than before. As hard a pill as it was to swallow, there just wasn't the same trust that there used to be. Not after Sapnap killed him.

“That works both ways, though,” Dream told him. “You have to tell me stuff too.”

Hesitantly, Sapnap nodded. “Of course.”

They left it at that.

It was nice being able to talk to Sapnap like they were friends again, even if it was only a mirage. Dream couldn't let himself get used to it. They would both be fighting again tomorrow, and eventually, it would end up being more than just words. But the past year had taught him a lesson, and he had learned it well: the cruelest thing to endure was false hope.

#c!dream #c!sapnap #c!george #dreblr #power trio #drabbles #my writing #elm fics

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dreamonminecraft · 24 days

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I mean, George’s been showing an attraction for men (fictional and real) for ages, not just Dream. Those thirst traps he used to watch.. his fascination (not just jokes) with dicks over the years. Also he went from being very awkward/careful about any gay mention (remember how upset he got over the ’bottom’ comment?) to fully embracing that now. He even got upset when the sidemen thought he would be bad at head like? For me, in the past two years, he (seemed to at least) fully accept himself. That obviously doesn’t mean you’re ready to be out about it. But going out to gay clubs with Larray, being in their ’twink’ tiktok thing they did and all other moments.. they bonded over *something* surely. So yeah, I was shocked about this whole thing, not gonna lie. It’s the first time ever we’ve heard about him in connection with women, in a non-platonic way. Like remember when he went on that girl trip with the Botez sisters in 2022? Just him and the girls and them talking about that ’Zaddy’ waitress or whatever it was 😂 And all the moments of him seeming uncomfortable about talking of girlfriends and boobs and yeah, I don’t know. He’s always been just gay in my eyes (based on the things he’s done/said and not stereotypes or looks just to be clear.) Or even about just dnf either. Like take Dream out of the equation and I would still think that. Now sexuality can be fluid of course. Maybe he realised he could feel something for women too? Maybe it was an exception to the rule? Or maybe, he experimented a bit and what do we know what he really felt about it? People try things sometimes, for many different reasons. Maybe he had a little crisis or something. Maybe he was heartbroken over Dream flirting with someone else in the same room like? Or maybe he is bi/pan ( not trying to deny the possibility, I’m bi myself so.) But yeah, just my opinion, not some actual truth here ofc ❤️

I think that's a really fair assessment. From what we knew of his private life (up until a few weeks ago) he was attracted to men (real and fictional) and never shared details of any prior real life experiences with anybody (women or otherwise - first kiss, past partners, etc)

He's fine with the perception that people have of him being gay (obviously it doesn't hurt his career. not saying he's queer baiting) but Dream was very 'im straight. I kiss girls. I date girls' before he knew he wasn't straight, and when he started to realize that he wasn't, he still acknowledged that he liked girls while recognizing his changing feelings. George is just very private in general.

There's a clip from one of the very first dsmp streams where Dream calls George gay "he's like that one closeted friend who doesn't say I love you because he doesn't want to out himself" (my least favorite Dream joke ever, thanks) and you know how he justifies it to the (rightfully) uncomfortable chat? "I wouldn't say that if I wasn't 100% sure George was straight."

George's response: "Straight outta Compton"

I mean this guy has been actively denying any sort of public labeling of his sexuality by anyone for almost four years. Maybe he's in the same position as Dream and he just doesn't want a label (doesn't know/doesn't like the pressure/whatever) or maybe the public perception is something that he doesn't want. Whatever he is, I think it's pretty clear he's some sort of queer.

#i do feel a little weird being so thrown off by him (maybe) not being gay #like it feels. biphobic #im bi.#i don't care if he's bi or pan or whatever it's just fucking with my head #asks

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mysticalsoot · 6 months

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someone to (not) watch me die

mistki and dsmp dr? tears.

➸ note; um so i got one too many dsmp crimeboys edits on my fyp that inspired this monstrosity. i don't often cry at whatever I write, especially while writing it but I'm still recovering so.. fair warning. its based off my dsmp dr with @lillylvjy so that's why its very very very canon adjacent. anyways, listen to I bet on losing dogs by mitski while reading (have it on repeat) if you want an extra lil sting. also I uh may have used this photo on a diff fic before but if I did, no I didn't!

➸ pairing; c!lmanbur x gn!reader

➸ summary; wilbur's been distant lately but when you finally convince him to spend some time with you, your life takes a dramatic turn. he doesn't always keep his promises.

➸ warning; hurt absolutely no comfort, MCD !!! incredibly implied suicide/assisted suicide (going into a battle knowing he's not coming back), swearing probably, overuse of baby (sue me), reader kinda wants to off themselves at the end but uh who wouldn't? implied age gap

➸ age-rating; 15+

➸ wordcount; 2k

main masterlist // part 2

it wasn't uncommon for wilbur to be distant with you, he always had his moments where he was less than loving. but he always had his moments, the nights where he'd come home after a day of work, crawling into bed and holding onto you like his life line. he'd kiss all over your face and murmur sweet words and praises, how much he loved and adored and appreciated you.

yet, the next day when you woke up, he'd be back in his office, working by lamplight and only responding with hums and refusing eye contact. it was torture for you. getting him again, held in your arms and so close to your heart only for him to walk away. to turn off his warmth and shove the cold into your face.

there came a day where you wouldn't seek him out anymore, you'd let him come to you if he so desired. but he often didn't, and when he would exist out of his office once in his adult life, he'd simply complain about the war or his enemies or his father or his brothers. if anything, more complaints slipped past his lips than a simple 'i love you'.

of course, you wondered if it was your fault, if you did something that turned him off from you, made him shut you out. yet you also wondered if he found you to be a bother, or something that only held him back. granted it was known he was a bit older than you, it didn't really matter but maybe it finally got to him. where he internalized it and thought it would lessen his chances of being elected or keeping office for the country of L'manburg. you thought it was stupid, but it wasn't so out of the picture.

the day started out like most others, you'd tend to yourself, eating and showering and doing something to keep your mind at peace. often baking or crafting, or going out to the flower fields to check on what has newly grown. you began to get restless, hearing wilbur from upstairs. he's pacing and mumbling to himself. most likely frustrated with something new, something he must be writing. something with lmanburg. something that has nothing to do with you.

but you want to mend things, you want to heal things or at least build a temporary bridge between the two of you. you're desperate for closeness again, and while you'd never admit it to him; you could never love another like he. you simply couldn't find the same type or amount of love in your heart for another person. another insane man like him.

so, you set out to pick a bouquet of his favorite flowers, pruning them and putting them in a vase you both made together early on in your relationship. you filled it with water and sugar, placing the cut flowers in the vase and tying a ribbon around the glass and making a bow before starting your trip up the stairs and into his office. you sigh softly before knocking on the door.

you hear shuffling for a moment, drawers opening and the sound of paper rustling before wilbur sighs deeply, "come in, love."

you open the door, stepping in and closing it behind you, his face held in his hands on his desk. he lifts his gaze to catch on you as you set the flowers on his desk. his gaze softens on you, almost sad and mournful and you can't quite place why.

a sour, sad smile curves on his lips, "what are those, dear?" he pats his thigh, beckoning you to him. he hasn't done that in months--but you'd be a fool to decline, so you quickly run over, sliding into his lap and resting against his chest.

"flowers for you," you sigh, nestling your nose against his neck, his hands coming up behind your head to rub at your hair.

"why, baby?" his voice cracks softly and he leans his face down to your cheek, kissing the soft skin before nuzzling his nose against the shell of your ear.

"a reminder that you can't throw me away," it comes out as more of a whine than you would have liked it to, but as always, you become vulnerable around him. there isn't much you can hide.

he's silent, his body tensing up at your words as he combs his fingers through your hair. his breath shakes, but he hides any emotion he must be feeling too well for you to pick it out.

"I haven't thrown you away. you're my baby, yes?" he croons softly, his lips ghosting over your temple and cheek, placing kisses as a silent truce.

"then why do I never see you?" you huff, pulling your body closer to his as a way to soak in the attention. or to receive comfort. you are his baby, but you aren't strong enough to admit it.

"I'm busy, that's all, love. I'm here now, aren't I?" he sucks in a breath after he speaks, hands now both in your hair and on your back, trying to give you that comfort you seek.

"you should come to bed earlier tonight. just.. I want you to be around me, for once."

you can tell he takes a moment to think, gears turning in his skull as his fingers trace on your back, ghosting over the skin.

"I can try," he breathes softly, his face in your hair, and his hand held on the back of your head.

"do you promise, wilbur?" you whisper, pressing your hands into his back.

"I promise," he kisses your forehead, holding your face in his hands as he keeps you in front of him, "I have some more work to do, I'll see you later, okay?"

he brushes stray strands of hair out of your face before placing a few kisses around your face, landing a final sweet kiss to your lips.

"okay, okay," you whisper, like a promise to yourself as you step out of his lap, walking to the door and standing there for a moment before turning to face him.

"enjoy the flowers. i love you, okay?" you smile softly, and he meets your eyes, an apology held in his irises that you can't quite register fully.

"I love you too. i will, I always do," he smiles sweetly, waving at you as you leave his office and head downstairs. you're partly thankful he has work for a bit more, you had plans of going to nikis bakery to pick up a few pastries for the two of you to share and your hope is that he'll be done by the time you're back. so you slip on your shoes and take the walk towards town square. it's nice today, the leaves are falling all ready to crunch under the feet of L'manburg's citizens. the wind brushes your cheeks, chilling the skin and bringing that familiar fall redness.

you always enjoyed fall walks, and it always brought you joy but the prospect of spending time with wilbur this evening put an extra pep in your step. you wave at any familiar face, smiling softly and greeting all of the sellers at their booths. you don't notice your sister not being at her flower shop, or Tommy not tending his fireworks stand in front of it. you don't notice many of the things that are painfully off about the day, your happiness clouding your judgement.

you quickly slip into nikis bakery, looking down at the case of the daily pastry specials, before choosing two of her cinnamon cookies and two of her pain au chocolat. they're both yours and wil's favorite, and while you'd adore sharing, wilbur is often possessive with his sweets. so it's best to get two of each.

you smile to yourself as Niki packages each pastry and she giggles at your happy demeanor.

"feeling extra peppy today, huh?" she smiles, ringing up the pastries and asking for payment. you pay quickly while nodding, smiling so wide and happy.

"yeah, I finally got Wilbur to agree to come to bed early. so I have plans for a bit of a date night. i just hope he sticks to his promises," you grin, taking the pastries gratefully into your hands.

"he sticks to his promises, when it comes to you. I have a good feeling," she nods as she speaks, a few moments later you both bid your farewells to one another; fully knowing you'll be back for a bread order on Sunday.

you took the long walk home, wanting to take in more of the nature around you, and to give wil some extra time to work. you knew he'd go over what he promised, but you hoped he'd pay his promise due.

plus, the scenic route was always more enjoyable. so the longer way will do, the flower fields grazing your ankles. the sun setting gently, casting a golden hue across the land, the soft shadows of buildings and trees painted on the grass. it was beautiful, almost like you were walking through a painting.

you finally made it home, opening the door and shutting it behind you. not noticing wil's work boots being gone from their spot on the rack. you giggled as you held the pastries in your hand, calling out for Wilbur.

"Wil? my love! i have sweets from Niki!" you hurried up the stairs, peeking into the bedroom before looking over the banister at the downstairs; nothing. you hum, walking over to his office, opening the door to still find anything but him.

you frown, "wilbur?" you call again, turning to walk out before your eyes catch on his desk, the now empty vase held on the desk without a flower in sight.

you looked closer, there on his desk laid a note and a rose from the bouquet you put there the same morning. you opened the note after a moments hesitation and you skimmed the words, eyes widening and tears falling as the message set in your mind.

'my darling,

you'll always be my baby.

yet, there's more for me, just not here.

- yours, wilbur.'

you dropped the pastries, and then the letter, slumping into his desk before shuffling through every single drawer and pile of papers. tears cascading down your cheeks.

"no, no, no, no-" you try desperately to convince yourself or a cruel joke, searching for more answers somewhere in his desk. it must be here, mustn't it? he was always one for dramatics so surely there's another secret note.

you spend the next hour tearing through his desk, tearing apart his office before you admit defeat. laying your head on his desk and letting yourself crack, you let it all out. tears and sobs and cries and screams bounce against the bookshelves that line the walls of his office.

there's a knock at the door, and after a moment of contemplation, you dazedly take the stairs down to the foyer, opening the door and being greeted by Phil. by Wil's father.

"Phil?" you start, ready to ask if he's here to tell you where wil is, that it's some sick joke he'll apologize for and never pull again-

"you know, don't you?" he pauses, avoiding your gaze, "we found his body, he left this for you."

he hands you an envelope and you take it, nodding to him as he speaks soft words of condolences and a goodbye. you shut the door, letting yourself fall against it as you stare at the folded envelope, wondering if it's worth the trouble to open.

what more could he possibly say?

but also, what more could it hurt?

you open it gingerly, sighing softly as you sniffle, wiping your eyes gently.

as you unfold the letter, out comes a wedding band, tied by string to another ring.

the ring you told him you wanted as your wedding band.

it clatters to the floor and you break again, letting out loud, pained sobs as you cry and shake on the floor, eyes unable to peel themselves from the rings that now lay on the hardwood below.

the note falls beside the metal rings, a simple phrase scratched into the parchment; 'in another life, my baby'

you want to burn it, to scream and curse the universe.

but then you wonder how much trouble it'd be to join him.

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greyyson-but-no · 1 year

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saviour angel | c!tommyinnit

genre | big angst

pairing | c!tommyinnit x etheral!reader

warnings | massive suicide tw, height, angel-like character, mentions of loniless, basically just exiled!tommy era in his prime, shouting, mentions of limbo

word count | 1.5K

a/n | an oc i've had for a while on the dsmp, this is their one and only scene so i had to write it. hope you enjoy

you had been watching from above the whole time. watching as he and dream spoke, how dream had ruined him and then watched as he left. when he left the young boy on his own, indefinitely lonely until it all got too much. there was no room for opinions where you hailed from, but you couldn't help when the pure love for this boy leaked through, ruining your supposedly neutral grounds.

furthermore, you watched as the young boy gathered all the materials he could. took them from his chests, dug and mined some more, until he was sure it wad enough for the job. enough to make the irreparable damage stick. there was a hole of conflict hidden in his eyes as he did so, and whatever was inside of you ached for him.

he had no one left. there was no one to save him now and he knew that more than anything else. he knew that if he did this now, if he went through with his plan and left forever, no one would care. no one would be able to stop him and no one could even try to convince him not to. the young boy was even sure some would even cheer at the news that he was gone. he wouldn't have put it past them.

oh, but he didn't know about you. the boy had no clue that you had always looked down at him, always held a little more love for him than you did for the rest of them. you didn't know why. you were simply drawn to him, an unwavering opinion even when people proved he wasn't a good person. he tried. that was the most important thing.

when he started building up, you slowly made your way to the overworld. it wasn't often you went there, but this just couldn't be a vision. he had to see you for what you were and that was the only way you could convince him.

the boy started building at the edge of a forest, a while away from his camp and miles and miles away from the rest of them. that was the life of the exiled, and you were going to make sure it wouldn't end here. it wouldn't end by him jumping off a pillar, taking his last canon life and letting it all go to hell. he had a right to try and fight back, and there wasn't much harm to it all if he needed a little push for that. that's all it was. a little push to fight back.

when he ran out of blocks, high enough that he could barely see ground, you flew up to him. coming from afar and in the direction, so as not to scare him. the last thing you wanted was to scare him enough that he fell to death. though, that would probably grant you a good enough reason to resurrect him. he only would have been in his limbo for a few days, and then he'd be back. unlike the other one you refused to resurrect.

"tommy." your voice was faint. at first he wasn't sure you were even there but then he looked away from the distance ground, the place he was insistent on being his cause of death, and there you were.

dressed in white, red eyes glinting at him, brighter than the fires of hell but full of an emotional that wouldn't be found in the depths of any limbo or nether. you were an angel flying towards him, and somehow he knew you were his saviour. he didn't know how he knew but somehow you would be the thing to save him.

"wh-" he cleared his throat. "what are you?"

if he spread the message that there angels looking over them all, you would be in trouble, so you just shook your head. "don't do this, tommy."

"how are you here? how are you flying?" his hands shuffled at his sides, confusion in his furrowed brows as you looked at him with a small smile. "god, i must be hallucinating. am i really that out of it?"

you shook your head, softly calming him with a smile. "tommy, you aren't hallucinating. i've simply come to stop you from doing something stupid. which i can see you're already halfway doing."

tommy's eyes went ice cold, hardened and closed off, fists clenching at his sides as he looked away from the burning red of your own eyes. "there's nothing, no one left for me here anymore. i have no reason to stay here if I'm going to be exiled for the rest of my life."

"but if you end it all, you can never see your friends again."

"what friends?" he asked, slowly becoming unstable as he looked up at you again. you were expecting anger inside his eyes but you should have known better. tommy doesn't get angry often, and so instead there was just a pit of sadness, of loneliness that he didn't know how to fix. "tubbo betrayed me! he hated me now! and wilbur is dead! he's never coming back and there is nothing i can ever do about that!"

your eyebrows furrowed again, tilting your head slightly at him and slowly moving forward. "tubbo doesn't hate you, how could he ever hate you? you're his best friend."

"oh yeah and how do you know that? have you been watching over him as well?" he asked, not expecting your answer.

so you laughed a little, nodding your head. "yes. i watch over everyone here. i can't disclose what everyone does but just know that i always have and always will watch over and care for all of them."

"even dream?"

"it's my job."

"am i no one special then?" he asked, shoulders slouched in misery, eyes at he floor and dangerously glancing off the edge of the tower every now and again.

you shook your head, gliding even closer and hovering against the slide breeze. you could see that tommy was shivering a little in the wind, but could do nothing to help it. all you could do was get him down with two feet on the ground. "you're more special than you think, tommy. it was you that starting this choas, you're the one that started this story and you have the power to end it whether you believe it or not. i wouldn't stop anyone from killing themselves, from dying in general. i didn't stop phil from taking away wilbur's last life which means that you must be special. you have the power to take back this life that was ripped from you."

"i don't have the power. look at me. fucking look at me."

"there is potential. with the right people and the right resources, tommy, you could own everything. it's not impossible, you just need a push."

"you sound like wilbur."

you blinked, chuckling slightly and looking down at the ground for a second. "i have been told that the people i look over and tend to in their limbo start to rub off on me. this wouldn't be the first time."

"tend to in limbo?" he asked, now furrowing his own eyebrows as a million questions ran through his mind. "have you spoken to wilbur? actual wilbur?"

swallowing, you nodded. "part of my job is to care for those in the afterlife, including wilbur."

"h-" he cleared his throat. "how is he?"

"managing. that is as much as i can give."

"is he going to come back?"

you shrugged again, genuniely not knowing the answer, and not being able to give even an educated one. "maybe, but it depends. again, its not impossible. there are just a few things that needs to happen before. that is not me saying that it will."

tommy nodded, swallowing thickly and looking down at the ground again, mumbling something under his breath. "you really think i can do it?"

"of course."

there were a few moments of silence. you were wavering slightly against the breeze as tommy thickly breathed in and out. there was conflict in his eyes, but you knew he was weighing up the pros and cons, and you could see immediately when he had made his decision.

he looked up at you. "help me get down from here."

you smiled ad nodded, lifting a hand up and not even looking as the ground opened up slightly beneath you and filled with water. tommy looked down, partly fearful, partly in awe. "just jump. jump and you're safe."

"thank you." and he did. gracefully falling from the pillar that he had made and splashing down into the water below him. you followed him, gliding down to the ground and meeting him down there.

over the next few days you helped him. each morning he would find some more clothes on his bed, better armour in his chests and more materials to get himself back together. slowly you convinced others to help him and he was okay. tommy didn't kill himself and he would have a comeback. he decided he didn't want to rule everything, or own it, but at least he had a reason to live now. he didn't have a reason to end it all.

and now you had to get wilbur back to him. that was next on the list.

#c!tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit angst #dsmp fanfiction #dsmp #fanfiction #tommyinnit #dream smp #tommyinnit fanfiction #tommyinnit charatcer fanfictiono

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the-moon-will-sing-a-song · 2 years

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I watched a couple of osmp!Phil streams back in the day and I came up with the ideal osmp!emerald duo dynamic:

Phil sees a formidable, strong and agile bunny hybrid that joined their settlement, that so far has shown the kind of personality that would dislike having to share their possessions as Ninjaism (or whatever it was called) suggested. He decides Techno would be a great asset on his team.

When Techno is alone, Phil approaches ready to give his gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss speech on how the world is unfair and how he is a good guy and he could help Technoblade :) But I'm afraid bunnyblade does not have the attention span to catch any of Phil's unironically cartoonist speech (as in, Phil is serious about it, but the audience thinks he is a silly guy). Phil runs out of euphemisms, soon enough, and it goes something like this:

"What I'm trying to say is that I want to rule the world, Jesus!" Phil yelled, exasperated. "I'll pay you in anything you desire, I'll own everything, and you'll have as many carrots or whatever is it you want.

"Oh. I get it now."

"Oh? Do you?"

"Yeah, Phil." Techno responded calmly. "For you, the world. To me, all the carrots."

Philza stares like this is a bruh moment. "I swear I feel I already went over this on a past life."

"What do you mean? That was an incredibly original phrasing, I don't think in a million years some tryhard English major would ever come up with something like this."

"Are we working together then?"

"As long as you pay."

It's the complete parallel to dsmp where they are loyal besties. This one is about the shenanigans, about trusting new people and slowly gaining some kind of respect or at the very least not just staying together for the sake of their own goals. Regardless, they'd be really, really funny because Phil is so into being evil and a ruler and Techno is so utterly unfazed as long as he got his carrots.

#emerald duo #technoblade #philza #osmp #bunnyblade #yeah im hella late and this has been in my drafts for ages but im getting it out now no shame no cowardice yesyes

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shepard-ram · 2 years

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Can I request a dsmp!reader and Grian fluff drabble? If not please just ignore this :]

-🧚🏽

*Crawls out of my rat cave* *places on the floor* *skitters back into my rat cave for 2-5 business days*

(Ps. this can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic)

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This was a great place to be. Hermitcraft. Less than wholesome things still happened, but the hermits always- always left with their bonds being the same, or even stronger. It was your happily ever after. So different to the Dream Smp, so different to your past. You had good friends here, ones you could entrust your life with. The types of friends who you never had to doubt rather or not they had your back.

"Hello- you doing anything important right now?"

Grian. You didn't have to face him to recognize his greeting. In many ways, you were identical. His past was similarly not the happiest tale. And yet, he still had people there through the dark times. And in the end he ended up here, surrounded by comfort and the surefire feeling of family. Maybe that's why he instantly glued himself to your side when you first got here. Shaking like a leaf at anything and everything. Even now you were still inseparable.

"Nope, even if I was I'm too intrigued by whatever you're about to say"

"Good, do you want to go cause some problems?"

"Do I even need to respond?"

"Not at all, let's go."

#Shepard ram writes #mcyt x reader #hermitcraft x reader #grian x reader #c: grian

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transphilza · 1 year

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I have no where else to talk about this bcs i'm too terrified to post abt the dsmp after the whole dream thing. I don't support him and want nothing to do with him but my love for the story surrounding wilbur and tommys characters is so immense it makes me really sad that i cant talk about them online anymore bcs everyone seems to be dropping the dsmp, even if i have to argue that it can be separated from the dude its named after. Lmanburg means the world to me, and c!wilbur means a lot to me for a lot of reasons. I guess im just very upset about the events that have ensued lately, i miss the dsmp

hi nonnie <3

i thought a bit about whether i wanted to respond to this or not but i have seen so many concerns just like yours that i feel the need to state outright: just because the dream smp bears his name does NOT mean it is all his, nor does it mean anything to do with the smp has to be “tainted” by his association with it.

a lot more under the cut

c!wilbur is one of my favorite characters of all time, he means a lot to me and just like you i find a lot of joy in the stories he told on the dream smp. the best part about all that? it was WILBUR who did that. WILBUR is the reason why c!wilbur was amazing, and TOMMY was the reason c!tommy was amazing, and so on for everyone else on the server. it feels like a disservice to all the hard work so many people put into their characters and their storylines to allow one guy to ruin all of that. WILBUR wrote those scripts, WILBUR wrote that character, WILBUR poured his heart and soul and energy into creating an amazing story for us, and NOTHING and NOBODY can change that. it was he who made his own story amazing (and this applies just the same to c!tommy and all the other people on the smp who worked so hard)

furthermore, and firesnap spoke beautifully about this already, i’m BEGGING you to listen to your OWN instincts about this entire thing. what do YOU think is right? what feels right to you? what makes sense to you? the people who are choosing to no longer engage with the dsmp whatsoever are entirely valid to feel however they feel which led them to make that decision, but you would be just as valid to come to a different conclusion. as long as you are thinking critically, you’re on the right track. there is no Right reaction to all this. you can refuse to watch anything to do with it from now on, you can just engage with past lore, you can watch the vods, you can watch live but leave when dream appears, or you can watch the entire thing live (and though i would not personally recommend doing so, my word is not god and my morals are not Your morals!!) you can do whatever feels appropriate to You.

life is not as simple as “someone i loved turned out to be someone i no longer want to associate with, therefore i will cut ties with them and everyone they knew or anyone they work with and i will no longer have any positive feelings about any impacts theyve had on my life or any of the things they or anyone they associate with have created.” this is an unfair expectation to put on yourself or anybody!

don’t punish yourself for feeling however you feel. you don’t need to feel guilty for still being attached to the dsmp — hell, i’m going to be candid and say that c!dream is one of my favorite villains ever, and while i really enjoyed watching and talking about his character, because of this situation i no longer feel comfortable publicly enthusing about that character. this doesn’t change that i really enjoyed the character, that i STILL think it was a great character, despite having difficult feelings toward its actor/creator. you are allowed to FEEL, FEELING is not endorsement, and as long as you think critically about how you engage in fandom, however you are doing so is probably just fine

understand that nothing about this is black and white, that you are allowed to have opinions and feelings that are different from your peers, and that if the idea of one man changing your perception of other people’s creative work simply by association feels wrong, then you don’t have to let it

much love ❤️

#btws firesnap if you dont want your post linked here just lmk!!!#dream situation #❤️#talking #anon #long post

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lamphaunter · 1 year

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My thoughts on DSMP wilbur and QSMP Wilbur

I don’t mind if he makes it like, canon that q!wil is a reincarnation of c!wilbur. I think its fun when cc’s reference servers they’ve been on in the past.

But.

I don’t want him to remember his past life, or if he makes q!wil act too much like c!wilbur. The similarities should start and end at the result of making a character a self-insert of yourself (liking music, being weird, doing crime etc...). Maybe some gravitation towards dsmp members, but have a DIFFERENT dynamic with them this time. Don’t go out of your way to fuck a fish or sell drugs in a van as if thats somehow just imbedded into q/c!wilbur’s essence or whatever. AND DO NOT MAKE A STORYLINE/ARC WHERE HE GETS MEMORIES OF HIS PAST LIFE BACK!!! FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!

To me, the appeal of c!wil being reincarnated is that he did not get the happiest of endings, and seeing like, idk his soul or some shit get a second chance to be happy and find community is nice and brings a lil bit of closure in a sense. But I want q!wilbur to be his own person in his own right!!! One, because seeing him fall into loop and do the exact same shit as last time just ruins the whole thing abt him getting a second chance!!! And two, because I am also tired of watching c!wilbur.

Not in a *bad* way just in a C!WILBUR’S STORY TOOK TWO IRL YEARS ALREADY!!! THE FANDOM HAS BEEN ON THIS STORY FOR TWO DAMN YEARS!!! Ffs I want smth fresh!!! Please make this a new story I wanna see what you can do!!!!

#qsmp #WilburSoot #wilbur soot #dsmp #i hesitate to tag with dsmp #some of you guys give me war flashbacks #but that was dsmptwt tbf so im going to take a shot in the dark and let the tag stay

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beauty-and-passion · 1 year

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Hi! I just wanted to thank you for answering that ask. As someone who was an avid enjoyer of Sanders Sides for years and kept themselves sustained through fanfiction, Thomas's behavior recently has been genuinely irritating. After a while, even the fanfiction wasn't enough and it felt like I knew the fanon characters better than the canon ones. The long hiatuses didn't help. I switched fandoms back in early 2021 after the animation controversy never seemed to get fully resolved. I hope everyone still waiting on Sanders Sides gets closure that feels satisfying and narratively fulfilling.

Signed, A DSMP fan who definitely did not get that and wishes better for others.

Hi dear, thanks for your contribution!

You know, waiting has actually never been a problem for me: I am used to wait for stuff and I can wait for years and years, that's not a problem. Also, when I enter a fandom I tend to stick to it for a veeery long time, so I don't care if stuff takes long.

What bothers me is the behavior. If you are taking time to do something, just say it. If you want to focus on other stuff, say it. I can't ready your mind. I can't know what you are planning, if you don't tell me.

In the past fandoms I was in, there were hiatuses. In the recent ones I'm following there are also hiatuses. One of them was last updated in March, then the author said there was going to be a very long hiatus and that they would've resumed writing in December. No date, just a month.

Did anyone complain? No, because there was a period of time. And when December came, we just waited. There was a small update and now there's another hiatus. There's not a regular schedule anymore and yet, no one is complaining: on the contrary, people are very understanding. Why? Because the author said there was going to be a hiatus and that the next updates would've taken longer, due to working reasons.

That's it. No need to update every day or to reveal everything about your work or to tell me your life story or whatever. Just a few lines to explain your plans. I don't think I am asking too much.

So no, the problem isn't waiting. The problem is waiting without updates and when people ask "hey, can I have an update?" being greeted by passive-aggressiveness, as if they did something wrong.

And if Mr. Sanders didn't want to be passive-aggressive... well, he should've chosen his words better. He wasn't replying in private to one of his close friends: his reply was public and thousands of people read it. If your public is so large, you should be very VERY careful about what to write, so people won't get the wrong idea.

And if he's not able to control himself, then I suggest him to hire a manager as soon as possible, before he ends up writing something worse.

#ask #sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts criticism

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cmyknoise · 1 year

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tubbo said it himself. “it’s dreams server” they did it because dream wanted to. or at least tubbo did it because of that.

he also said there was other stuff at play and i don’t want to claim any direct person or cause of that ending and what we got

it’s probably complicated and a mix of stuff and unless he deadass says “dream made me and tommy end our lore with the amnesia arc” i am not going to repeat that statement

would i doubt it? no. the ending motif is really convenient for the hot water he’s in and it welcomes in the start of the sever which also would act as a distraction.

that writing didn’t sound like tommy’s normal writing, and tubbo outright said he didn’t like amnesia esk endings, and on multiple previous occasions they both said they wanted us to have good endings, for us and the characters

and we didn’t get that, no sugar coating it

so i don’t doubt it.

i also think there’s other things at play though. like their genuine growing disinterest in the server. roleplay is so hard and it’s hard to keep going and consistent for two straight years the same enthusiasm and passion, especially when your roleplay partners don’t respond for a few months.

and you can tell. whenever they did a different minecraft thing they would get so invested and excited so quick and be so visibly joyful and happy playing it. i’m not saying they weren’t happy playing the dsmp, but i can only imagine it gets tired after awhile. it’s the same setting same characters same thing for the last two years.

tommy and tubbo in particular quite literally grew up on the server. tommy’s exile arc was written after he’d taken mental health classes in highschool/college. he’s no longer in school now.

there’s a reason most minecraft rp based servers have seasons that last only a handful of months, maybe a year. it’s burnout.

i imagine it was that, the communication, the people, and other things that lead to the endings we got. i mean it’s the whole reason ranboo wasn’t revived… two weeks after he died, like he was supposed to. stuff like that ruins stories.

im glad it’s over and i hope they can have fun playing minecraft again. to me it felt like the dream smp became an obligation. and tbh fans didn’t help with that point either. i mean over the past two years every time these guys don’t play minecraft, people bark in chat for them to play minecraft. if they’re not playing the dsmp and say played osmp or big dig or hardcore or whatever else, more people would complain about them not doing lore in chats or would ask them when it was coming back.

like i get streaming is a job, but it’s video games. you should be having fun, you shouldn’t feel like you have to play a certain game as an obligation or certain server as an obligation or job, they should have fun.

and i don’t want to talk about dream for long but even he, the whole time he was in that prison for nearly a year real life time, he didn’t walk around his own server. he did an out of character stream literally just to see the builds on it because he didn’t know what people had done.

and imo that’s like, kinda shitty, owning a game and sever and not being able to play on it for lore.

and again i don’t doubt the answer of the person they’re implying made them or swayed them to get lore done a certain way was dream. it is his server, it always has been.

i wish tommy and tubbo and whoever else end move on and get to have fun with what they do next, even if it is dsmp 2.

because video games with friends should be fun. and i hope their experience with the fans and fandom and people they work with is better too.

i hope they have fun. i won’t be watching the dsmp 2 because i think dream needs to seriously own up to what he did and something needs to be done about it, and it doesn’t sit right to me to consume content backed by him, even if he’s not in in directly. those finales were it for me.

even so i hope they do have fun on it, but i hope more that they bring back series they said they had fun on.

like i personally would adore the return of osmp. wilbur said they stopped because the lack of fan interaction but frankly if it wasn’t overshadowed by dsmp and the fans of it i think it would’ve gone places, plus all the members still make references to it and voice how much fun they had.

i hope they bring back other games too. rust, raft, the horror games, and whatever else they want to play. to me it’s not fun watching people play video games if they themselves aren’t having as much fun as they could.

but… i digress. i don’t want to outright say the cause like i stated previously because it seems like it’s a really complicated cause, i don’t doubt you anon and i don’t doubt he had part in it.

anyway. yeah.

don’t watch dream smp 2, don’t let that man continue with a platform

#fandom crit #just in case #anonymous #lemon answers

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elmhat · 5 months

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// dsmp rp

Some thoughts on Punz working for Las Nevadas:

At the beginning of the prison arc, Punz is, to put it simply, lost. Not only was Dream his only real friend, he was also the one calling the shots, planning and strategizing, telling him where to be at what time. It feels… weirdly empty, without that. But Punz has to make himself useful somehow, right? While Dream is locked away and playing his part, it's Punz's responsibility to catch him up on anything he misses: new factions, new conflicts, new people and power dynamics. So, he gets wind of Quackity's latest little project, and he wants in.

Punz gets hired on his combat ability—and, unbeknownst to him, on his potentially useful past connections to Dream. It's mostly bodyguarding, it's a pretty dull job, but he quickly learns that there's more to this place than his work life. Las Nevadas is incredible. Nothing like this has ever existed on the server before. Dream had always been a nature lover, but Punz finds that's he's been yearning for the big city; he can do anything here, be anyone. There's never a boring day. He makes new friends and catches up with old ones, Purpled especially. Even Quackity is a hell of a good time; it's easy to forget why Punz disliked him so much.

It lasts longer than Punz intended. He's at Quackity's side as he deals with Tubbo, then Wilbur, then Purpled (that one hurts the most), and every time, he grows a little bit more protective of this place. Quackity is being reasonable here, and people are less willing to fuck with him if Punz is involved. It feels like he's really making a difference. It might be because he was the only one to seek Quackity out, instead of the reverse, but it feels like Quackity is starting to trust him more than he anticipated. They'll never be best friends, but this is more than employer and employee. And sure, Las Nevadas isn't exactly ethical, but since when has Punz cared about ethics? Besides, it's only a temporary gig until Dream gets out of prison.

Dream gets out of prison. It was not a temporary gig. Now, Punz's loyalties are naturally tied to Dream, first and foremost, but he never actually quits Las Nevadas. He assures himself it's just about gathering information.

Dream doesn't know that Punz is working with Quackity. Why would he? Punz's personal life isn't his problem, he doesn't need babysitting. As far as Dream is concerned, Punz shows up to their meetings and he helps Dream with his revival book experiments and he occasionally relays back information about Las Nevadas and the rest of the server. That's what he's supposed to do. Nothing is wrong.

Quackity doesn't know that Punz is working with Dream. Why would he? He's a busy guy, his background checks aren't going to be flawless for everyone he hires! As far as Quackity is concerned, Punz is a soldier and a bodyguard and an advisor and a fun guy to chat with late at night over some whiskey. That's what he's supposed to be. Nothing is wrong.

It's not that Punz is trying to keep these aspects of his life secret, rather that he just never thinks to bring it up. He doesn't see Dream often; when they do talk, it's business. Dream isn't really one for casual conversation (at least, not anymore). And obviously Punz isn't going to mention Dream to Quackity, he's not stupid! He shouldn't be telling anyone about that, not ever, Dream made that very clear. The whole reason he joined Las Nevadas in the first place was to report his findings back to Dream. So yeah, maybe it started out as some kind of double life, but now it's just… well, life.

Dream hates Quackity. It's not something that Punz has particularly thought about since Dream's escape, but it becomes… undeniable. It's funny: Dream will throw out these offhand comments about Quackity, but he never elaborates and he clearly doesn't want to, so Punz doesn't ask. Weird, sure, but fine. It's probably just whatever dumb shit they were arguing about back in the L'Manberg days. Regardless, Dream seems to appreciate Punz's intel on Las Nevadas, so it makes sense that his employment there can continue. Like Punz won't pry into Dream's business, Dream shouldn't pry into his.

Dream finds out.

#dreblr #dream smp #c!dream #c!punz #lore thoughts #I should maybe give this an au name but there's also no way I'm ever getting around to writing about it

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proudfreakmetarusonniku · 2 years

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TW: hostage situations (for political reasons) that devolve into outright kidnapping, broken trust, isolation, imprisonment, abuse, manipulation, referenced human experimentation.

anyway so au where dream doesn't accept the discs for l'manbergs freedom. they are forced to surrender.

now, what’s to happen to them afterwards… well dream isn’t sure. they are, legally, traitors, so he can’t just let them off he hook, even if he wanted to. he needs to set an example, right? but he’s not at the point where he’d want to permakill them. any sort of restrictions placed on them are liable to stir up sentiment for a revolution again. he can’t keep them imprisoned, because they'll just escape. so what can he do to keep his power?

the decision he comes to is that the l'manbergians can go free. they can keep their land, their stuff, they're treated as citizens of the dsmp in every way. but. in return, to guarantee they won't act up again, one member will be taken as a political hostage. they won’t be harmed (as long as a new revolution isn’t started), they'll be treated kindly, they'll be kept in the best conditions possible, but they'll be kept as a hostage just in case until dream is 100% sure that no revolution will occur again.

obviously, the l'manbergians aren’t happy about this, but they acknowledge that they’re beaten and this is better than execution. and of course, full of guilt, c!tommy is the first to volunteer. he fully expects to be able to convince c!dream that l'manberg won't be any danger, because they’re friends, right? he even let him keep one of the discs. he trusts he'll be fine. it won't be that bad, and his friends will be safe.

and at first, things don't go that bad! c!tommy is kept in c!eret's castle, but he's allowed to roam it freely as long as he doesn’t leave without guards. he's allowed to have visitors, he's allowed to do whatever basically. but over time the feeling of power c!dream has over him grows more and more alluring, and he starts to tighten the grip more and more and break his own promises.

it starts with c!tommy not being allowed outside even with guard anymore, before he's all but confined to his room. visitors are banned, and even c!eret is heavily discouraged from interference- a king need not be bothered by this, c!dream strongly insists, with a threatening calmness.

c!dream spends more and more time completely micromanaging everything possible about c!tommy's life. his food rations are cut, until he’s got more than enough to live but not enough to think clearly. c!dream visits at exact times at each day, with a strict routine. he starts lying about the outside world, makes it out like a dangerous place and no one cares about him. he starts out by tugging on c!tommy's hair and pinching his skin when he displeases him, but once he realises no one will see any damage, he starts pushing the limits of hurting him more and more until he's downright attacking him with weapons.

(the c!dream of just months ago would be horrified at what the current c!dream was doing. but it happened so, so gradually he didn’t realise how much he was slipping until he was at the point he'd consider that past self a coward, a killjoy.)

the l'manbergians don't see c!tommy again for a long time. long enough for people to join who never knew him. there’s worry, but whenever they reach out, they’re told he's fine, he just wants to keep to himself, which doesn’t sound right but the risk in trying to break the rules again would put him in makes them too scared to try and find out, even if they’re angry and hurting.

and then c!schlatt joins.

now, the elections don't happen here, but c!schlatt, of course, still grasps for power. at first, he seems annoying but mostly harmless, simply helping out with businesses in the area and making grand but meaningless titles for himself until it isn’t anymore and he declares himself the leader of a new l'manberg (this time named manberg), and exiles c!wilbur, one of the few people who stayed the most resistant because he was terrified of what would happen to c!tommy if it went ahead.

after c!wilbur flees to where would eventually become pogtopia, one day he just wakes up and c!tommy is just… there. for a while, c!wilbur is convinced he’s hallucinating, but he’s there, he can touch and hear and see him and he doesn’t disappear. he's weirdly quiet, but c!wilbur can overlook that, and he takes c!tommy's cagey, practiced explanation that everything is fine and c!dream just sent him here to help at face value.

but as time goes on, he and c!techno more and more notice the pale cold claminness of his skin, the bruises, the scars. the way his too-put together clothes and hair are always immaculate, how he keeps to extreme lengths to keep it that way and freaks out at the slightest hint of dirt. how he operates on a set routine and panics at every deviation. how he flinches from every movement and blames himself and says “yeah, i know you hate me man, sorry you have to deal with me.” it feels like less of a help and more of a warning.

meanwhile, c!schlatt cuts an impressive deal with c!dream- his nation can continue to exist with c!dreams support, and in return, c!tommy gets his hands on something quite fascinating. and he has the perfect test subject to try it on again and again and again…

#my aus #dream smp #dream smp au #primeboys (derogatory)#tw hostage situation #tw kidnapping #tw isolation #tw imprisonemnt #tw abuse #tw manipulation

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alienssstufff · 2 years

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c dapduo

Roman talks about c!dapduo incohrently subtitle: im shaking im in brainrot an dd need to air this out /right nowwww/ a lot of it i kinda rehashed over twt and other spaces but never here and i think its time i subject you my hell as well <3 Note before I begin: I will be using it/its pronouns for c!Slime (see wiki)

>SLIMECICLE IS THE EMBODIMENT OF LAS NEVADAS "Slime, Wherever this box may find you, in life or in possible death, know that I will fulfil our legacy. -Quackity By extension technically Las Nevadas isn’t just the place but its the people - but Slime specifically it represents the traits of what the country is: they are new, they are facade but they are free and they are loved. From the lessons just like Las Nevadas, Slime is a product of Quackity’s work and places it as his equal and his life. “If this country dies I die with it.” and he does - jumping after it into the lava without a second thought... Why do you think the segment is called ‘Nothing Left’ after all.

>As Quackity said - Slime can be seen as a past version of Quackity. Him trying to revive it can be interpreted as a reflection of him struggling to let go of the past (but the attempt is still very cute). I’m glad though that throughout the arc he goes FROM only associating Slime as a reflection of his past /an asset TO seeing it as its own person, letting it go to do whatever and build upon their legacy beyond the skirts of Las Nevadas.

>"The people I really care about are the people I keep around me. You're the first person I've kept around me for this long." -- which is laughable because it’s usually everyone else who leaves Quackity before he could have a say in it. It’s interesting how despite Slime being the closest (ever) person to Quackity his reaction to it leaving (the hole) is resolve. No resentment like when Schlatt left him, no stubborn remorse like when Wilbur like left him, no denial like when Tommy left them (the server on permadeath), no bitterness like when KarlNap left him - just trust and acceptance. He trusts it.

>’LOVE LIKE YOU’ IS A DAPDUO SONG Other than the obvious Mice on Venus - what’s great abt Love Like You is that the song can be interpreted as a duet and fit no matter who’s saying which line

>DAPDUO IS TWO PEOPLE LEARNING HOW TO BE PEOPLE TOGETHER dude they like come from very different backgrounds (from the core of the chaos vs the sheltered observer) and have very different outlooks on life when they meet and from then on it’s like they (/p) complete each other bro. -Slime learns how to be human: ppl portray it as stupid when realzies its very wise and a walking encyclopaedia of the dsmp - it knows a lot ,,, it just doesn’t know what to do with that information nor fully understand the weight of that information [As shown especially with the “We all turn to dust” mentality]. Quackity teaches it this, the feelings -whether by his own words and actions- behind why people do the stupid things they do -Quackity learns how to be human /again/: Pretty self-explanatory in the stream itself

>The way they were theoretically inseparable from each other throughout most of Las Nevadas arc. They run that country together.

>If we’re speaking homestuck terms - they are like moirails

I’ll probably add more underthis post as I think about them anyway if u read all of that thx i am open to questions and stuff i love talking abt them

#stufff rambles #new tag type letsgooo #quackity #slimecicle #quackity lore #las nevadas #c!#dapduo #dsmp #dsmp analysis #long post #yas i need to add all these tags here - spread the dapduo word i need to educate the masses #i am a certified dapduo expert - we've got a dapduo council and everything

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