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firesnap · 1 month
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When I was in law school I was struggling with the worst depression and anxiety combo of my life. I hated going to school, I hated studying, I hated how trapped I felt because I'd paid all that money and hated everything about what I was doing.
I started putting on vods of people playing Minecraft while I was studying to distract me from how frustrated I was. I put on Wilbur Soot, admittedly, because he was a cute looking guy with a British accent and then I fell in love with his content.
I remember the late night streams with a guitar and relating to how, hey, yeah, that's me too. I get it. The things that keep you up at night and that parasocial relationship with a screen that can't answer you back was a strong pull.
I followed his content casually when I was finishing school. And then Covid happened. I got more invested. DSMP happened. I finally gave in and started watching streams live. I gave in and joined fandom.
I made friends. So many friends. I've traveled so much. I've met people and listened to so much music and gotten into arguments with strangers and slept on people's couches and sat in the fucking dessert in August. I don't regret a moment of it. I loved it.
But I can't support someone who is a dangerous person. I won't speculate, or make this about him, other than to please use common sense. The same reason we all critiqued another's creators fans for sticking by him applies here.
I've run an update account about this guy for a while now. Through the nature of looking up articles, finding clips to share, and asks and submissions we receive, I end up with a lot of info I never wanted. But I can't ignore what that information tells me about the person I've been supporting.
I feel like this is an active grieving process. I skipped denial pretty quick, but bargaining has happened. Parasocial or whatever, but so have tears. Anger. So much anger and disappointment. Fear about the relationships I've built and a growing emptiness of feeling like a hobby and community I've loved is now just gone and that it's For A Good Reason. Guilt because someone was hurt, truly hurt, and supporting them has to come first but I am also just. Sad.
Quiet, aching sadness over the loss of not some dude whose content I watched, but every other little thing I'll miss about being around and always having something to look forward to and people to laugh with me about it.
Please be patient. Be kind. Pay attention to red flags and support those trying to work through their own abuse and neglect. I'm sad now, but they need support more than any fan of a band ever would.
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cgogs · 2 months
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Oneshot #1 - Nothing / dsmp pjo au (c!dnf) 2k
this is a little bit of an experiment to see if i like writing this pjo dsmp au, and if people like reading it. its super short, but i wanted to get out a little bit of writing to see if i was into it. if i like it i'll start working on more :] so basically feedback is APPRECIATED
“You’re awake.”  “How could you tell?” “I can always tell. Idiot.”
“You’re awake.” 
Dream blinks. The bottom of the top bunk comes into focus in all its wooden glory. He’d been staring at a blur for the past half hour, desperately trying to stay awake. 
“Dream?”
Okay, that really is George talking, and not some sleep deprived delusion. George’s head peeks over the side of the bunk facing the window, moonlight eclipsed by his hair. He can barely see his features, but he knows exactly the look George is giving him. Something between judgmental and concerned. 
“How could you tell?” Dream whispers back. 
“I can always tell. Idiot.”
George likes to tease him for sleeping like a corpse, hands laced together over his stomach. Dream moves his hands to his sides before George gets the chance to mention it.
“D’you want me to do the thing?”
“No.” The last time he let George use his sleep magic, he had a nightmare worse than the ones he was running from in the first place.
“I’ve gotten better at it!” George promises, sounding a tad desperate. “Let me try.”
Some of their cabin mates begin to shuffle in their sleep. There’s a quiet, ‘shut up’ thrown their way, sounding a little bit like Tommy. Probably Tommy.
Dream lowers his voice further. “I’m going for a walk.”
There’s a pause. But it doesn’t seem like he hates the idea. “We’ll get in trouble.”
Dream sits up, swiveling his head around the room to see if anyone’s paying attention. From the back, he can see everyone sound asleep in their beds. When George was claimed, the Hermes cabin elected to put George in the very back corner of the room. The general sentiment seemed to be that they were afraid of George emanating some kind of sleep stink or something. George seemed sad being ostracized, which was understandable.
It was easy for Dream to swap with his new bunkmate, which delighted the boy. George had said he was only pulling long faces because he wasn’t able to bunk with his best friend anymore, which. Dream had no particular emotional reaction to. Please trust him on this.
(Later, Hypnos would claim more sons, and the Hermes cabin would get over it, and Dream will just have to seethe in silence.)
With the coast clear, he stands carefully.
“Mr. D is going to turn you into a tree.” George rolls to the other side of the bed to watch, glaring at him through the wood railing. 
“Come with me.” 
“What? I don’t want to get in trouble. Can’t you just lay back down?”
Dream holds out his hand, reaching up. “Just trust me.”
He’s aware that it isn’t exactly a convincing argument. George tentatively takes his hand, anyway. His hands are soft like they haven’t worked a day in their lives, which might be a little true. But they’re only kids, so time will tell.
George keeps hold of his hand even as he climbs down the ladder. It makes Dream sort of feel like, a knight or something.
“You’re, like, my princess.” Stupid thing to say. Whatever, he already said it, and George is already trying not to laugh so he doesn’t wake everyone up. He holds his breath through a snort, which makes a silly noise, which makes Dream struggle not to laugh as well. Domino effect of stupidity.
Dream tries to communicate with his hands that they could be careful of the creaks in the floor, which he’s previously memorized. George sleepily nods his head like he understands, still smiling dumbly, and immediately steps on one of the loose boards, letting out a very long and tedious creak. 
Okay, fine. If any of the kids in the cabin snitch, they’ll know they aren’t truly Hermes’ child, and the unclaimed ones can cross him off their list.
Outside, the air is warm and perfect, like it always is. Or should be, anyway. George’s hand is cold.
“Okay, so, where are we going?”
Dream points up to the roof, and George’s expression sours. 
“You didn’t say anything about climbing.”
“Well, I’m not gonna take you to the woods if you can’t be quiet.”
“Is that where you go? Won’t nymphs catch you?”
“We’re the babies, they think we’re cute. They just tell me to go back.”
“We’re twelve, not babies.”
“Yeah? Then get climbing.”
George stomps the ground petulantly, but doesn’t go back inside. Dream has to let go of his hand to show him how to climb up. The breeze sifts through his hair gently, the cool air clings to his skin. He’s made this climb a few times, not that it’s hard. But he can hear his friend groaning with every new foothold he has to take.
It’s a big cabin, it’s got to hold a lot of kids. He pities the kids who have to sleep in the top rungs, they have to climb up and down at least two ladders to get in and out of bed. Maybe the ones on top are, like, the strong half-bloods. Ares and Hephaestus and stuff.
Dream pulls himself up on top of the roof with ease. 
“Not so hard.” Dream gloats, smiling at George still struggling on the last edge. 
“Help?” George frowns pitifully, voice small and winded. He holds out his hand. “Please?”
Dream takes his hand and pulls him up. “I’ve gotcha.”
He wobbles a bit on his feet, but steadies. George is only in his pajamas, his own sacred artifact. Sometimes he’s seen him walking around camp in his pajama bottoms. There’s only two beads on his necklace, opposed to Dream’s six. He thinks he’ll have to turn his necklace into a bracelet and get a new one pretty soon. 
“I’m so tired.” George whispers, rubbing his eyes with force.
“You’re always so tired. Do you mean it this time?”
George moans grumpily. He’s standing like he’s waiting for Dream to tell him what to do. So he does. 
Dream takes his hand and guides him to lay down on one of the flat parts of the roof, above a protruding window. The wood is old and creaky, and tomorrow Sapnap (who sleeps at the top of Cabin 11, though Dream thinks it's pretty obvious who his godly parent is) will tell Dream to stop going up there in the middle of the night for what is probably the tenth time.
Together, they look at the night sky. There's few clouds, like always, and somehow all of the world’s constellations are clear. Like New York isn’t right next door.
That one is Andromeda, next to Cassiopeia. He learned that in class the other day. “Class” used loosely– they try hard to have stuff for kids to do around here. 
“Is this what you do?”
Dream looks at him. “Hm?”
“Like. When you leave your bunk you just come up here? When you don’t go to the woods.”
“Yeah. I like the silence.”
“Hm.”
There’s a long pause. Then, George asks another question, sounding even more sleepy than before. Something unnatural tugs at Dream’s eyelids when George comes near. 
“Did your nightmares come back?” His voice is quiet, so quiet, so not even the sky may hear. 
Dream didn’t want to say as much in front of so many people. Even if they were asleep. He nods. “Let me help.” George pokes his shoulder. 
“I’m scared!” Dream laughs quietly, “You did a terrible job last time.”
“Okay, whatever, I’ve been practicing.” George says, accent really peeking through. His mother is from Oxford, if he’s remembering correctly. Work visa. Not that Dream really understands what that means. He just understands George sounds very British, and it’s fun.
“Really? And who have you been practicing on.”
“Sam.” George seems rather proud of himself. “Sam, and it was good and I did good. So you should let me help.”
“Oh.” Dream really thought he’d catch him in a lie. “What does Sam even dream about?”
George rubs his eyes, moaning in thought. Which is a strange way to describe it, but that’s what George does. He rolls away, attempting to yawn away from him. He’s been trying not to yawn near people. It’s cute, but doesn’t make much of a difference. Dream yawns, despite his best efforts. George rolls back when he’s through. 
“Sheep.” Is all he says. He leans his head on Dream’s shoulder. “Let me help.” “Why are you so adamant?”
“Because it’s, like, the only thing I can even do. Everyone can like, make cool plants or be super smart. I just sleep.” George hesitates, but follows through. “And I like you. You’re my best friend.”
Dream’s heart swells, enough to melt his apprehension. Or, maybe it’s the desperation that comes with sleep deprivation. It occurs to him he never changed out of his jeans. 
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Do it.”
“You’re scared?” George looks up. His eyes are the kind of blue you see in the scariest parts of the ocean. The color of trenches that touch the center of the Earth. “Don’t be scared. You’ll wake up no matter what.”
“I wasn’t scared of that, but, I guess now I am?” It’s hard to keep eye contact. Something about the sleepy glaze of George’s eyes makes Dream’s soul want to give up. Whatever that means, he’s not sure.
“Sorry. It comforts me to think about.” George holds his arm gently. “You have to look at me. Remember?”
Truthfully, he didn’t. He doesn’t remember anything about how George lulled him to sleep. But he follows his instruction, and soon enough he can feel darkness creeping in all around him. It feels like having the biggest, heaviest quilt gently laid over him. It feels like getting dragged underwater. The sound of the wind in the trees melts into pure silence.
He’s vaguely aware of the sound of a yawn, his or George’s, he’s not sure. And then there was nothing at all.
For the first time in weeks, he doesn’t dream. No nightmares about green fire and the earth swallowing him whole. No death, no inevitable fates and failures he can’t avoid. Just, cold nothing.
He’s woken up by someone poking his cheek. He’s slow on the uptake, which is unlike him, but it’s so early in the morning some of the sleep lingers like a shroud. It’s a nymph. She’s not very happy. You can’t keep doing this. 
And when George is asleep, he’s really asleep. And using magic tuckers him out– he’s only just started trying to use it. There’s like, a meter he’ll have to level up. At least that’s what George said. 
Bottom line, he’s hard enough to wake up when he hasn’t exhausted himself. Dream is tasked with the impossible job of carrying George back down and into bed. 
It’s a good thing he weighs nothing. 
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carpedzem · 4 days
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I'm gonna be honest this shit just reminds me that ccs will do anything to keep the fame on them. It reminds me of dsmp and the fact that half the people there just didn't like Dream, but pretended they did for clout. It truly just.... makes me sad at how fake some of these people are. They're willing to fuck over the working class people (which what most of them were before) just to get a bit more clout from this damn server that is known for treating it's staff like shit and then when they try and to actually get paid everyone gets fired.
Like I get the ex workers not being as aggressive due to being young fans plus being harassed by the current ones. Older ccs not seeing the obvious sketchyness of this all just seems like their putting on their blindfolds to keep their current fanbase and popularity.
i know we should learn our lesson by now about cc not being such a close friends after all but honestly the part of georges 2nd respons when he talk about how hes looking back at interactions with other cc differently now fucked me over a little bit bc dteam came into this community so open and willing to share and wanting to make friends. dream was so eager to just add friend of a friend into dsmp, he created that massive document for tommy. even at the con george saw caiti as a friend - according to him of course - just another person that is similar to him. you can dislike dt attitude, you can dislike dream ego and georges not being able to be serious for 5 minutes or sapnaps competitiveness. but making them bad guys only bc they have negative, human traits, and happened to also get popular is just so, so sad
i hope they will be able to hold on real friendships and they there are some more in them. im actually glad that it seems that dteam has some friends outside cc sphere and i hope they keep them grounded and make them feel loved. by the end of a day everyone deserves that
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snailsnfriends · 4 months
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I say this every time exile rolls around but you truly and genuinely Had To Be There to experience this entire thing for what it really was. it's not as if the dsmp kept away from dark themes before this, but what I think was unique about exile was that there was nothing but the dark themes. yes ctommy always mined and made stupid jokes and drista was there and there was that whole bit with mexican dream, but even in all these moments, ctommy was miserable, painfully so. there wasn't a bit without sad undertones. and tommy only ever streamed for about an hour at a time, making it so that you Only ever had time to see him miserable.
I remember getting notifications that the stream had started and just feeling awful because you knew exactly what you were in for: an hour of cdream torturing ctommy with seemingly no reprieve. ctommys death was so so heavily implied both in canon and out of it that you couldn't help but feel Dreadful. the collective mourning of this character was crazy. every time he was near a ledge my dash would blow up.
so then when ctommy saved himself and ran away, it was such a major relief. and such a good thing too!! like yes!!!!! you're not stuck there!!!!!! you have agency!!!!!! you can leave!!!!!!!! it was nuts!!!! so so nuts!!!! the collective sigh of relief was crazy!!!!!!
yeah I'm not sure where I was going with this but exile was major and not a single arc on the smp is quite like it. happy exile anniversary. you changed the smp forever (for better or for worse)
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bigball-thefrog · 3 months
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Kiss me like you mean it: Buggy X Reader
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Alright lads I'm back with writing and posting again. Like I said in my pinned post I am sorry if you came for Dsmp and streamer fics but that hyper fixation has finish and I've now moved on to One Piece. I hope you'll all still enjoy my writing and stay for it. Now let's get onto the warnings
Warnings:
Slight angst
Buggy is sad and insecure
Angst to comfort
Gender neutral reader
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Buggy the Clown an infamous pirate in the east blue. Known for being a sadistic and insane clown that has killed many and stolen millions, he doesn't care who he's killed and as far as everyone sees he's a confident and arrogant pirate that thinks that he's the best around. Yet you know better. You're one of the few people that have been blessed to know Buggy more personally and intimately.. You're one of the few people that has seen him at his most vulnerable and know that this whole scary pirate persona is not entirely true. Yes he still acts confident and cocky in front of you but that's only to impress you. When you two are truly alone and there's nothing to impress you with, he's soft, he's quieter and he's very insecure...
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I was sitting in mine and Buggy's shared room reading when Buggy stormed into the room, throwing off his jacket and hat and flopping onto the bed, mumbling something about a stupid Strawhat. I put my book down and smiled at him. "Hey my Huggy Buggy~" I said as I cuddled up to him and kissed his cheek. "I'm not in the mood today doll..." Buggy groaned as he turned and layed on his back to face me. I smirked and got on top of him, putting my hands on either side of him and looking at him seductively. "Oh are you in the mood for something else my captain?~" I leaned down to kiss him but he pushed me off of him and back on the bed. "I said I'm not in the mood!" He yelled as he turned and faced away from me while curling up into a ball.
I frown a little when I hear him choke back sob, not wanting to cry in front of me. I scooted closer to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "Buggy? Do you want to talk about it?" I asked with a sympathetic tone, gently caressing his shoulder. "Why do you love me? What is so appealing to you that you'd fall in love with me and stay with someone as pathetic as I am!? Why!?" He yelled as he turned to me again, this time tears falling down his painted face. I cupped his face and brought him closer to me, "Because you're Buggy The Clown, Buggy The Flashy Fool, Buggy The Genius Jester. You're the most talented and flashiest pirate in the sea and in proud to have someone as amazing as you~" I said as I gave him a gentle kiss on the nose.
"Stop. Stop lying to me! There's nothing special or amazing about me! I'm just a pathetic clown that can't do anything! I couldn't even get a stupid map from that stupid nobody Strawhat!" Buggy shouted again as tears of frustration fell down his face. He pushed me away again and hid his face in his hands as he let out a few sobs. I pulled him into an embrace and he quickly wrapped his arms around me and burried his face into my chest as he cried. I rubbed his back with one hand as I gently scratched his head with the other. He eventually looked up at me with his clown paint all smudged. "I know that you don't actually love me... There's nothing to love. But please, just kiss me. Kiss me like you mean it, kiss me like you actually love me so I can feel just a little bit of love... Please..." Buggy said with a desperate look on his face. I leaned in close to him and gave him the most tender and loving kiss I could. I put his hand on my cheek and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss and holding me in place.
I truly love Buggy with all my heart, yet he just can't see it. I wish he could, he wish he knew how much I loved him and how much I would do for him. I'll always be there for him, to show him I love him and that he is actually great. No matter how long it takes, I will spend the rest of my life showing him that I truly care him and would never leave him for anything.
I pulled away from the kiss and made him look at me, "Hey, how about we go and take a relaxing bath and afterwards he clean off all that paint and I can get one of my face masks for you to make sure your face stays moisturized and beautiful alright?" I say to him with a smile. He smiles and nods "That sounds nice...~" "And if you'll let me I can wash and brush your hair while the face mask sits~" I said with a wink. He turned a soft shade of pink and turned away embarrassed, "Now you're spoiling me sweetheart!" He said playfully as he looked back and kissed me on the cheek before getting up while taking my hand and dragging us both to the bathroom to begin our peaceful night.
There's my Buggy that I know~
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Lordy Loo this man has completely taken over my mind these past few days. I've been craving Buggy angst and I think this has helped a lot. I already have a few things planned but I still will do requests. Take care and I'll see yall in the next post.
Kelly🐸
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bonesandthebees · 12 days
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Selfishly, the thing I hate the most (besides what Wilbur actually did to Shubble and others) is the loss of a good chunk of the fanfiction/fanfiction authors in this community. Like, do you know how hard it is to find platonic content? It’s almost all exclusively romance! And don’t get me wrong, romance is fine everyone once in a while. But it’s literally just everywhere’s you look. This was the one place I could come to find platonic found family content, and now so many of the authors have just discontinued their works. The discord servers I’m a part of to follow authors for updates are opening up for romance/NSFW content. And I know, I know this was going to happen eventually. People had slowly been loosing interest in the dsmp anyways and it was bound to happen. But this just sped that process up. I just hate it. It’s sad to say, but this online space is the only safe space I had left and now it feels like it’s disappearing. I scrambled at the beginning of the announcement to download as many of my favorite fics as I possibly could before they got deleted. And it’s valid as hell that people don’t want to be associated with this fandom or Wilbur anymore. But like damn. Damn. Im so angry about this. Is it that hard not to be just a terrible fucking human being? I’ve already had abusers steal so many good things from me in the past, and now it just feels like it’s happening all over again. It’s just frustrating. Anyways, selfish rant over I guess. Feel free to just ignore this if it’s too much or whatever. For what it’s worth, thank you for what you did write for this fandom. “The stars and their children”, and “through a glass divine” are especially favorites of mine. I remember being so excited every time I saw new updates for them. Thank you for the good memories.
yeah believe me this was one of the things that hit me really hard. as a writer I've found so much inspiration from c!wilbur as a character for so many years now, and I've loved reading crimeboys fics for so long. the dsmp fanfiction community left such a lasting impact on the fandom as a whole and I'm so honored that I was able to make my mark on it while it was around. but yeah, while I myself had been shifting towards wanting to write romance again, I genuinely had grown to love writing found family so much and it really sucks that we're likely never going to see a fandom so heavily built around found family like that again
overall, yeah, the fandom was already dying. I've been aware of that for a long time and knew it was inevitable. but it feels cruel to watching the dying community crawling along on the ground get shot point blank in the head like this
I also get feeling selfish for feeling this way. I do too. but we're allowed to be upset, and I truly mourn all the wonderful stories that have been deleted because of this. I fully believe it's within the authors rights to do what they want with the story, it just sucks that they were so hurt by this that they felt they had to completely erase something they put so much love and effort into
I'm so glad I was able to provide good memories here, and like I said, I'm honored I was able to leave a mark on things. I won't delete my fics as I've said, so at least anyone who wants to reread them will be able to go back and revisit those memories
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forgwithrock · 9 months
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Rest in power Technoblade / Alex
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It's taken me a year to realize that he is truly gone. A week ago it truly hit me, that he is gone forever. We will never get another bed wars video, another Skyblock video, another stream, anything at all. I'm just so happy that we even had his impact to begin with.
I started watching his videos during quarantine and it was one of the few stable things that I had. Then I moved, which is pretty stressful because I'm bad with change, but Technos videos were still there.
I got a YouTube account only a few months before he passed. I was only able to catch two or three streams. I'm so glad that I was able to catch those streams at all.
His DSMP character arc is my favorite, the one I latched onto immediately, and (in my opinion) the most interesting.
All of his videos are hilarious and amazing to watch over and over. I think I've probably watched The Great Potato War 10 times this year alone. I have Blitz Survival Games on my playlist.
I was out of town and unable to access youtube when I first heard that he had passed. I didn't think it was real. I still didn't completely come to terms with it until writing this. I didn't cry while watching the video. But I was still incredibly sad.
The first thing I did was build a monument in my Minecraft world. A crown made out of wool included below.
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I re-watched most of Technos old videos, including ones such as SMPEarth that I hadn't watched before hand. I scrolled through what must have been thousands of pieces of art in memory of him. I watched countless animatics. It all still didn't feel real.
And now we have the the QSMP and Chayanne carrying on his legacy. The many sweet moments between them and Ph1lza has truly made my year.
TLDR; We all miss you Technoblade, but we are carrying on
If you can, donate to the sarcoma foundation here and read their tribute to Technoblade here.
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kianaisspiraling · 27 days
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Wish we could turn back time to when things were still okay.
Wish Techno was still here, and I wish Wilbur wasn't a shitty person.
I miss when there were four SBI. Permanently stuck at 2/4 now.
I'd rather say 2/3, actually. Wilbur doesn't deserve to be there.
Fuck Wilbur. I hope nothing else falls apart, I may not watch this side of mcyt anymore, but every time something happens, another piece of my inner child dies.
Condolences to everyone who grieves for Techno, to everyone that Wilbur hurt, and to everyone who feels like their world is crumbling because of all of this.
I miss when the dsmp was my comfort space. Sometimes, I wish I never got into the dsmp at all because of how all the recent incidents have affected me, but I ultimately don't think I regret it. The good memories are now tainted by bad, but that doesn't mean there's no good to be found. You're allowed to feel sad that it's over and a big mess now, but remember to be happy for the good it gave you then. Not all is bad, and you are not alone. I hope everyone, no matter who they are, remembers that.
You're allowed to feel sad about missing Wilbur, but remember that the person you are missing is who you thought he was, not really him. Wilbur Soot was a facade, and behind it was William Gold, who is a horrible person. This isn't about him, though. It is about Shelby and everyone else that he hurt and manipulated. To all of his ex-friends and family. He won't truly apologize for what he did, but I'm sorry he did it. I'm sorry for supporting a liar, I hope to never make that mistake again, but you can never know anymore who's real. I'm sorry that I still hear his songs in my head, I wish I could hear something else.
I still don't really know what to do with myself, and that's okay. I need to remember that one day I will. This isn't the end, and this is ultimately an enlightenment. I'd rather know about it than not, even if it makes me feel gross. This is only the end for Wilbur, which makes me glad. It's also a new beginning for everyone he hurt. It doesn't feel okay now, but recovery doesn't start off good, nor is it linear. It may not be okay right now, and it will never always be okay, but it will be okay again one day. I'm not ready to let go yet, but I will anyway, because that's the first step to learning to be okay. I'm sorry to Shubble, and everyone he lied to, including his fans. None of them deserved that. The people that he built his career off of didn't deserve that.
I don't know how to end this. I don't know how I started this. I just need to put this somewhere, or I'm going to lose my mind. I know logically I shouldn't've been this attached to him, but that doesn't change the fact that I was and that it hurts. I don't know how to feel. I don't know what to do. All I know is fuck Wilbur and support Shelby and his other victims.
I hope you can have a good day/night despite all of this, but if not, that's okay. Remind yourself that you will have good days again. Just have to wait for them.
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beeindaclouds · 1 year
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Hi mama! This is my first and final request before im leaving the dsmp fandom! I know its not important and all, but ive truly loved this fandom when it was in its prime. Ive became somewhat of an anti, because of multiple reasons, but im fine talking with dream smp fans, and getting to the point, Id like to ask for a sleepy wilbur hugging the reader! Thats all! :DD
-✨️🌸 anon!
I'm sorry for getting to this so late, it's sad to see you go but I'm happy that you've been part of my journey here ✨🌸 anon ^^
Hope you enjoy <3
Sleepy huges w/ Wilbur
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Click here before requesting, please ^^
Reader: GN - They/Them
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It happens fairly often that Wilbur stays wide awake at the hours where he should be sleeping
Wether that be for streams, song writing or late night concerts
So when he's finally done,and sleep walking like a zombie, he gets to you
You usually stay awake in hopes of getting to see him before sleeping, or while attending one of his concerts, so whenever you see the man shuffling towards you, you already know what's coming
It doesn't matter where you are, he'll just throw himself at you in hopes you'll either catch him or let the ground do the job
He adores to hug you whenever he's in this sleepy and vulnerable state
Your smell, your warmth, your voice, everything just calms him down and makes him feel loved and cared for
Trying to keep him awake whenever he's attached to you like this it's hard, but you atleast make it in time to let him fall asleep on the bed
Once you're on there tho, there's no detaching from this tired man
He'll attach himself onto you and hope that you won't have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night
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two-k · 24 days
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Do you know about what happened with w*lb*r.. I don’t think people should be supporting him.. he’s not really a good person anymore. He used to be number one with Big Q on My dsmp List but after what he did to Shelby.. it’s uncalled for.. it’s honestly disgusting that some people (idk about you) still support a disgusting person like him. He is awful. It’s just truly sad that he did that all to Shelby.. Support Her not that abuser. ‼️‼️‼️‼️
Very right, I heard about this situation and it is truly terrible. I don't want to talk too much about it, I don't support Wilbur, but I also can't give up my almost 4 year hyperfixation on him.I just see my meaning in life in him and I don't think I can let him go now
I try to draw Bursonas without comparing them with Wilbur
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deadwhisper · 8 months
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Hello everyone,
I am Deadwhisper and I was supposed to be an occasional writer. I started this Tumblr account because I thought I'd write something or the other or at least a poem once a month or something.
I did not. I did not live up to my own comittments ( I have now realised that I never do).
I am a silly, stupid girl who does take things for granted, complains about life and (barely) studies. And I am so sad of my behaviour. It's funny that again after a long time instead of being angry towards my behaviour I'm just sad.
Is this where I will end up? Alone in a room watching YouTube like a dumb kid? I don't know. I don't want that to happen though. The future me that I dreamt of wasn't like this, oof! The future me was smart and witty and quick on her feet. She was at the top of her class and the kindest in her group. She wrote poems and short stories too. She was outgoing and fun to be with.
I am none of these, in fact I'm just the opposite. What an ironic turn of events isn't it. I dream but do not work on what I truly want.
I....
I have been binging alot of dsmp content and amongst them all Technoblade is my favourite. He was amazing and so cool! And always caring about people around him but also just so damn amazing!!! I am so sad that I got to know him after his passing.
But what I really want to say is that he did what he wanted till his last days literally and left a legacy behind. And I want that too....I don't want to die with regrets so stupid. Regrets I could have easily worked on and around. I want to be like Techno too!! Passionate in whatever I do, believing in and working hard towards my dreams.
So I will work upon myself
I will definitely do so
I will write a lil something every now and then and post it. I will play chess, at least a game everyday because I want to learn it. I will study at least 10 hours a day because that is minimised of what I should.
I get 24 hours a day and I am going to make every new set of 24 hours that I receive everyday, matter.
I can do this all. I believe in myself and I also believe in you. If you also are stuck in a rut and if you read this then let us promise each other that we will do one thing better per day. Everyday will we do something better than what we did yesterday and one day, I'm sure of it, we will be amazing!!!
Long live our passionate souls!!!
@deadwhisper
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xomoosexo · 5 months
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what I learn from the falling out of april is that a lot of cc's friendships are manufactured and most of the friendship we saw on stream is not as aunthetic as we want it to be? and I was a little sad seeing all these qsmp member outings together thinking it was what I want I suppose post face reveal with dream and other dsmp member that I didn't get but at the same time it does feels like it was just for content, not all of it sure but it feels like that you know idk what I'm going with this
yeah. I think part of what makes cc friend groups so messy is that everything is varying degrees of real. when you're in a bubble where you aren't interacting with people irl and spending all your time on a minecraft server you feel this manufactured closeness to people. but at the same time your relationships are being played out and over exaggerated by your fans and all of that warps the way you see your interactions with those people. and you can never really know what the other person is thinking and how much they are putting on for content.
I always take cc friendships and interactions with a grain of salt. but I don't think that ccs are necessary trying to deceive or lie by saying oh this relationship means so much to me because when I see those q smp meetup posts it truly does feel like a parallel to dsmp meetup era when ccs who now don't even talk to each other were saying the same thing.
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zeta-in-de-walls · 1 year
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I'm generally a huge fan of the narrative trope "trapped in the prison of your own design" and "you made your bed now lay in it", and that's how I've seen c!dream this whole time.
Everything bad happening to c!dream is a consequence of his own action and everyone knows this. I still remember that sad-ist animation Final Waltz where c!dream held the strings like a puppeteer or spider and then got tangled into his own web once people turned on him. That's where c!dream always excelled in my mind as a villain. He's a very controlling and power-hungry character who embraced his god complex on his quest for more power. And that's the whole point of c!dream. He's irredeemable. That's why cc!dream never streamed his pov. He said that he didn't want people to pity his character or sympathize with him.
So that makes me confused about the ending because once cc!dream had the chance to COMMIT to his character, he immediately backtracks and goes "well C!TOMMY was ANNOYING and C!DREAM was HAPPY before he showed up! He misses his friends and THAT'S his redemption look at this FLASHBACK" and the ccs' twitter likes and the "I'm sorry" at the end of the server really just makes me sad. It feels like they wasted a good villain character. Dream made his bed, now make him lay in it. Dream cut off all of his friends. He tortured people. He abused tommy. Let him suffer the consequences.
It goes against the entire trope I truly thought c!Dream was based under, and if I talk about how BAD it was narratively inside the dsmp's storyline I'm not going to stop. (You've also summarized a lot of my own thoughts in your own separate posts.) Anyway, I'm going to stop here cause this is a longer ask than I planned. Sorry for that. It's just frustrating cause c!dream is one of those characters I love to hate and despite cc!dream saying in the past he's not going to be redeemed or sympathized with, he seemed to really try last minute- almost literally. Anyway, hope you have a good day and again, I didn't mean to make this like three whole ass paragraphs haha
Agreed! No worries, always feel free to ramble in my asks. I love it!
Yeah, Dream trapped in a prison of his own making was my interpretation as well, which I loved. The idea of him going out of his way to hurt and alienate everyone leaving him alone in a tiny box thinking he's some sort of god. Its great and I really used to enjoy his character as a villain and this finale trampled on it thoroughly.
My first warning came with the staged disc finale reveal showing it was all part of Dream's plan, but this blew that out of the water. After everything, Tommy sees a memory and that's enough for Dream to ask for another chance because all his actions were just because he missed his friends and Tommy ruined that when he joined the server? So what if Dream enjoyed inflicting suffering on Tommy, he should still give Dream another chance and even be his friend!
It's such a bad ending on so many levels.
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theminecraftbox · 2 years
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What do you think c!dreams childhood was like?
/dsmp /rp
there is room for endless speculation!!
But damn if what we know about him doesn’t paint a portrait that’s… really really sad.
His relationship to food: how he seems to feel empowered by self-denial
His relationship to self-harm: similar to previous, how he gets a sense of power in his own ability to endure and brush off pain
His desperation to re-establish a brief period of stability
His belief that everyone is only out for their own self-interests
His refusal to truly rely on anyone other than himself: even his most positive recent relationships (Punz, Techno even Ranboo) are carefully insulated by a transactional/professional element
His terror of honesty and emotional intimacy: his near-compulsive dedication to hiding his motivations and his truths from nearly everyone. Everything that wearing a mask implies
His deep belief that he is the ONLY person who can fix the world and that no one else will
His quick resignation to the idea that everyone will think the worst of him and treat him accordingly
His utter disregard for any “temporary” suffering—both for himself and others
How he treats people, including himself, as tools, as means to ends
So I think that c!Dream had a childhood in a world where abandonment was commonplace, where vulnerability was swiftly punished, where honesty and trust were stupid to the point of suicidal, where it was crystal clear that lying and extreme self-reliance were critical to survival.
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tsykku · 2 years
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Okay, first initial thoughts about Wilbur Soot final lore stream. Be careful spoilers ahead. 
Honestly, I really enjoyed it. I know the ending may feel a bit disappointing for people but for me, it truly embodied what the dream smp was. The acting between Tommy and Wilbur was truly brilliant. The emotions were so clearly there and they showed their unique dynamic so well. I enjoyed that Wilbur finally explained to Tommy why he has not apologised properly and the ghostbur animatic was lovely. 
Then fucking came along Utah. It was so out of left field but so fitting of Wilbur and the dsmp. The scuffed comedy and bits made the dream smp what it was. Yes, I love the lore and the emotional moments but one of my fondest memories of the dsmp is them just fucking around and being dramatic theatre kids. From a drug selling hotdog van to Wilbur being from Utah of all places and coming to the dsmp on a boat. A boat sailed from a dessert where no sea can be found. 
The only thing I am a bit disappointed about is that I feel like c!wilbur character arc is not completely resolved. More specifically, I wish that was a more resolution to c!wilbur’s feeling towards himself. That he truly learned that he was allowed to be happy and understood that he needed to apology to himself the most. Yes, c!Tommy told him but I feel like it was a bit glossed over. 
Finally, I must thank Wilbur for always being so supportive of the dsmp fandom and people’s expression of art. From the lore in the form of an ao3 fanfic to the inclusion of an animatic and now even cosplay. I appreciate him a lot for that.
 I am sad that the journey is over but c!wilbur is a character that is so dear to me. I will look fondly back to these times and I will carry c!wilbur with me in the future.
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bitterren · 2 years
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Once again, most probably on accident, dsmp manages to portray trauma and its healing process beautifully: it's not cute, it's not comfortable and unnoticeable or purely aesthetically sad, it's not all smooth and steady-
It's messy and and it's ugly, hurtful to people around, damaging to themselves; it takes time, it takes effort- so much effort; people fall back and fail over and over, they lash out, they deteriorate, they break and it's not pretty, none of it is
Some cage themselves, fall into unhealthy coping and are ready to fight, argue, throwing insults at anyone attempting to come close, often driving off the help that they need until someone, eventually, sees through their suffering;
Some stay silent, keeping it all locked up, growing with each passing day, unable to deal or understand the damage gets worse and worse, eating at them away from the inside until they burst, bright and loud like a bomb or a firework, angry at the world, angry at themselves, angry at their loved ones, just angry, unable to latch onto anything so they get stuck in the chaotic numbness of letting it all out;
Some are unable to let go of old habits no matter what they think, no matter what they feel, they lie and deceive , they chase after anything resembling that old and familiar, whether it's real or not but it never fills the void left, something is always wrong and it keeps spiraling and pushing and they think and think and everything's not how it should be and everyone's not how they should be and they all want you gone and dead; they let emotions take over and they make wrong choices, hurtful choices, oblivious to the one's closest to them
It's all so brilliantly raw and ugly and human that you can't help but truly understand the struggle anyone would go through in those situations;
[that also leaves you to wonder as to how a bunch of regular people online can do a better job at it than most so called professionalists]
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