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stellocchia · 6 months

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I've talked about this already in a reblog [LINK] but I do find it fascinating how every time, without a fail, when cTommy would start getting close to someone they would immediately register as a threat to cDream.

cWilbur is the most obvious one. He was cTommy's big brother, his protector, the person he arguably loved and relied on the most. And cDream was very very obviously jealous of said fact. And he'd been jealous from the beginning. And he tried to weasel his way into the big brother role from all the way back in og L'Manburg.

I will never get over the fact that he only ever tried to change cTommy's mind on even being in L'Manburg [LINK because this is fucking funny]. And then later in Pogtopia that he left a special gift basket which included his treasured crossbow as well as the book Tyrant and a bunch of other stuff to cTommy when he only gave Techno (Pogtopia's most skilled fighter) one single either gold or god apple. The fact that, despite saying he would help from the shadows only, he still very much fought the pet wars by cTommy's side. Or that, after confession he was actually on cSchlatt's side and being against cTommy going to retrieve his stuff from his old house in public, he still allowed him in private. And then spent the whole pre-war hanging with cTommy.

He was always trying to get in cTommy's good graces. To sorta take him from under cWilbur's nose. And it didn't work because cTommy has always been about as loyal as you can get, so he went with the best possible alternative and encouraged cWilbur's self-destructive behaviors until he did the job for him. And then he just never brought him back until he was certain that he was no longer a threat to his big brother role [LINK to Tommy literally saying that cWilbur was worse than cDream].

But cWilbur was so SO far from being the only threat to cDream's fragile attachment. And, in fact, I would argue he wasn't even the biggest threat in cDream's mind.

After all, cDream never put that much effort into getting rid of cWilbur. Partially because cWilbur was already spiraling and distancing himself from cTommy, but I also think that he just didn't respect him all that much as a rival. Though that's mostly speculation.

No, the biggest threat was always cTubbo. The best buddy, best friends forever. There is a reason why during exile, while the role he was trying to cover was more akin to cWilbur's role in cTommy's life, his wording wasn't. He never used the term "brothers" always "best friends".

There is a reason why he went through the trouble of utterly destroying cClingy relationship far more than he ever did for cCrime, by framing cTommy, by demanding harsher punishments at the trial, by taunting cTommy and escalating the situation over and over again. And then still by discouraging cTubbo from visiting and by lying to cTommy about cTubbo just discarding his 'my Tommy' compass. And then, when none of that worked, he went for the ultimate betrayal, because he knew it would hurt cTommy immensely if cTubbo gave up the disc he'd been given as an ultimate act of trust, and he knew that he could break cTubbo's trust in cTommy even more. And when EVEN THAT didn't work he straight-up went for murdering cTubbo because my man was fed up (at least if we assume that the staged finale didn't completely go according to plan, but if I go on a rant about how UTTERLY MORONIC the staged finale was here I'll never stop).

cTubbo was always cDream's biggest enemy, and it really goes to show how single-minded he was as a villain that cTubbo being his nemesis wasn't even about cTubbo.

Next level obsession there.

Of course, the two of them weren't the only threats, just the biggest. Bud cDream didn't stop at them. He tried to kill Ghostbur during exile just because his constant presence was too much of a comfort to cTommy and later on actually killed him to revive the version of cWilbur cTommy seemingly hated. He took two of MD's lives because he not only was willing to move in with cTommy, but also wasn't afraid to call cDream out on his bullshit which, if you rewatch that stream, seemed to really bother cDream. Also the fact that cTommy, as soon as he was offered an alternative to follow MD's orders and rules instead of cDream's took it with pretty much no hesitation probably didn't help cDream's dislike of MD. He also never revived cRanboo, and it is very possible that it's because he knew that he and cTommy were friends.

Murders aside, he also sabotaged cTommy's and cRanboo's communication more than once when he realized they were getting close. Which shows that he ether considered cRanboo only a minor threat or simply still useful, because had anyone else visited that much they would be dead.

He also immediately threatened to hurt cPhil when cTommy started relying on him post-prison break. And let's not forget that time cLazar was literally only going to visit with a present and cDream considered it such a big threat that he made cLazar take part in abusing cTommy so thoroughly that cTommy was sure not to want anything to do with him in the future. (also, kind of an interesting coincidence that cLazar was one of the unlucky two selected to be slaughtered for the sake of science...).

Every time cTommy has gotten especially close to anyone, cDream was always there, ready to intervene, ready to deal with the threat as swiftly as possible. Because ANYONE would have been a better choice for cTommy and he knew it. And he acted accordingly.

Curiously, the only one he never took action against was cTechno, though I do wonder if that was just because of how obviously doomed cBedrock bros were from the very start. cDream does know the extent of cTommy's loyalty very VERY well after all...

#dream smp #dream smp analysis #tommyinnit #c!tommy #c!dream #wilbur soot #tubbo #c!wilbur #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #mexican dream #c!lazarbeam #c!primeboys #c!discduo #long post #I was in a 2021 mood today it seems #hope you guys enjoyed my way too long and somewhat disconnected rant!

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brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year

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holy shit? it's been a YEAR since i started posting my works. that is just. WOW. and i wrote this in the very same room i wrote my first fic in (which is more baffling to me because this room is a vacation spot for me)

anyway uh HAPPY ANNIVERSARY to company and repairs chapter one (and my first post ever)! guess what i did to honor it? I WROTE CHAPTER TWO :D

it's a very mundane chapter but it's still some content for this dead au :3 jskdfk

@smog-frog-0 hi it's been a year but here's another chapter :)) (i forget if you're still invested in this fandom 🙏)

(chapter one)

company and repairs ii

words: 2178

cw: swearing, slight panic, description of injury

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What was there to talk about?

The question hung heavy in Wilbur’s mind, especially after Tommy’s promise of a conversation had been cut short when he was called away by the other giant.

Tommy had set him down onto the forest floor and hurried off to accommodate whoever it was, meanwhile leaving Wilbur to wallow with his wounded arm and the settling guilt of ever setting foot on a boat.

He had shuffled up by now, returning to a tree he was cowering against only a few prior moments. Now, though, he leans against it with some sort of relieving hope that his unusually easy acquaintance with Tommy would pose as an opportunity rather than a disadvantage.

Ranboo still stood feet away from the tree, holding the fluff of his tail between his spotted hands, lanky and sharp fingers digging into the fur. Wilbur tried not to make it obvious he was watching the creature, although the effort may have been less obscure than he had hoped; almost instantly, Ranboo’s fidgeting ceased and a narrowed set of pristine, mismatched eyes latched onto his own.

Wilbur tensed at the contact, offering up a blunt smile before trying to direct his attention away from the creature.

“I don’t mean to stare, sorry,” Wilbur murmured.

It came as a surprise to him that Ranboo responded, or responded as much as he could; a small vwoop! rattled in his throat.

Wilbur jumped at the sound, jolting a spasm through his arm. He glanced down at it, unamused at the inconvenience. He couldn’t exactly tell if it was broken. It felt like it, although the exterior of it felt relatively normal, he wouldn’t be surprised if he’d simply sprained it.

It still hurts like hell, though.

Abruptly, the weight of the pain is buried to the back of his mind when Tommy’s voice stops becoming a muffled echo and becomes infinitely clearer. Wilbur looks up at the giant, who waves a dismissive hand as he steps out of wherever he had been. His tall, lanky shadow draws over the two of them the closer the giant gets, before he inevitably stops and crouches in the clearing. Wilbur stares up at Tommy, absentmindedly offering a “hello” as he does so.

“‘Ello,” Tommy greets as he shuffles his position and crosses his legs so he’s comfortably balanced. The blond’s ears twitch idly.

Wilbur itches to talk to fill in their gap of extending silence, but Tommy beats him to it. “So, your boat fucking sunk, huh?” The giant sounds amused, and Wilbur finds it to be an interrogating question.

Ignoring the needless attempt of what he only assumed to be the backbone of an unspoken question, he responds with, “It did. I was very irresponsible and it capsized,” Wilbur explains.

Tommy nods, no intrigue behind it. If anything, it’s a little bit dry of an action. Wilbur huffs. “Did you want to ask me a question, then?” he finally asks, looking up at the giant while fiddling with the stiff wrinkles in his trousers. Tommy seems a little taken aback at the question; his ears perk and an unhappy frown spikes the left of his lips up. Wilbur can’t help but grin at it.

“How’d you know?” Tommy asks.

“I can tell,” he replies.

Tommy hums, shrugging. “You’re smart for a human. Or are all of you smart? Or are the one’s I’ve seen just fucking stupid?”

Wilbur laughs softly. “I think it’s a mix of the two, it’s unpredictable. Now, go on, ask your question.”

“Well, it’s not really a question, more of a proposal,” Tommy starts. Wilbur’s gut churns, fixing his posture by straightening his back up against the tree trunk. Wilbur nods, quietly, letting him go on. “My brother, Techno—well he’s more like my uncle. Not really my dad and not really a brother, a tinge of a friend—you get it, you get it,” Tommy rants, his swaying tail kicking up dirt idly, “anyways, he basically just said that since your ship…y’know, ‘capsized’, or whatever you call your stupidity, he says that I should build you a new one.”

Wilbur’s eyes widened. “What?”

It was an intriguing offer, for sure, getting off of this island was of course one of the biggest priorities he had at the moment—that, and, fixing himself up—but, he couldn’t just accept an offer so vague. Something had to be off. Maybe a catch Tommy hasn’t explained yet.

“There’s always a catch, what is it?”

Tommy cocks his head to the side. “I don’t believe there is one. I mean, I’m really lonely here on this piss-poor island, apparently,— I mean personally I feel fine, joyous, one might say, but I guess I need a ‘friend’ or some shit. I don’t know what Techno’s on, but I think he’s just wantin’ to get rid of me. Guess he can’t handle my awesomeness, y’know?”

“So you want company? For you to repair my ship, you want my company?”

“I mean I don’t really want your company, you seem pretty pessimistic, my friend,” Tommy mumbles. “But Techno wants it for me, so yes, I think that might be what I’m saying. Glad we can come to an agreement!”

Wilbur swallows. “Can I think about it? At least give me that.”

“It’s rather urgent, I’d think,” Tommy says. He sounds hesitant. “And ayy, don’t you want your ship fixed?”

Tempting.

Wilbur rolls his eyes, what the hell. “It’s fine with me. I—yeah, whatever.”

Almost instantly, Tommy’s eyes light up. “Ohhh, pleasure doing business with you, my friend!” the giant exclaims. Wilbur winces at the volume but smiles all the same.

Glancing up at the sky, which has been overruled by a starry sky that he hadn’t fully acknowledged until now, Wilbur’s exhaustion dawns on him.

Tommy seemingly notices too, cutting off Wilbur’s observation by clearing his throat as demandingly as possible. “D’ya really wanna sleep out here?” Tommy asks, wrinkling his nose to display his opinion.

“I don’t know what could’ve possibly given you that impression,” Wilbur deadpans.

“Well then, I’m sure Techno won’t mind if I give you a space somewhere inside. ‘Ya think you could handle livin’ in a fucking cave for a day or two?” Tommy asks.

Wilbur considers it. He knows he’ll be in proximity with Tommy, and Techno—who, to him, seems infinitely more intimidating with his startling build and gleaming red eyes. Plus…he’d be offering himself to be completely vulnerable. Though he's starting to notice a subtle breeze with the newfound night, and with hostile creatures like Ranboo, he wonders how likely he is to survive the night outside, let alone…however long it takes for Tommy’s end of the deal.

“Uhm,” Wilbur starts, his throat running dry. Both options are plausible, yet both entail nothing but danger. “I can try that,” he says, without really thinking. He knows he can backtrack, but phantom consequences are burned in the back of his mind, and he doesn’t want to tempt fate.

There’s a tick of silence, one broken by his thick heartbeat.

“Well, you’re going to need to come here first,” Tommy urges.

“Why?”

Tommy sputters. “So I can take you inside? You’re not getting anywhere walking that slowly.”

Scoffing, he shakes his head. He shuffles up, mindful of his arm while he slides up the trunk of the tree and steps forward. “You’re not touching me, I can walk fine,” Wilbur establishes.

Tommy throws his hands up defensively. “Fine, fine, you do you,” Tommy muttered, shuffling and standing to his feet. “Follow me. And don’t fuckin’ walk slowly, that’s annoying as shit,” he adds.

Wilbur rolls his eyes as Tommy sets off, turning on his heel and manoeuvring around the trees, careful to not uproot them. The idea troubles Wilbur, who struggles to keep up with how quickly Tommy was guiding him, even though he’d recognized that Tommy’s speed didn’t match his normal potential.

They walked for a moment in silence, Tommy’s footsteps—which shook the ground under him, forcing his balance off—being the only consistency in the quiet night. That, and, the thump! thump! of his heart.

After a few minutes of walking, most of which had been him catching up to Tommy, (who had already arrived at the opening in the mountain and was leaning against it with a smug smile as he watched the human travel) he finally arrived. The tan colour of Tommy’s ragged pant legs and the brown-and-orange fluff of Tommy’s tail obscured most of his view as he followed the giant inside, but from what he could see, the home was barely below an average getup he’d seen back at home. An everyday run-of-the-mill place, with furniture that was as good as it could’ve been.

It was nice, and Wilbur could certainly feel the aspect of home.

Tommy quickened his pace, which Wilbur took as his cue to stop short in his tracks. He looked around, craning his neck to get a view at everything, some towering miles above him. He shuddered at the fact that he felt just as intimidated by a couch as he did Tommy or Techno.

After reappearing from a room he’d disappeared into, Tommy crosses over the house with a bundle of things in his arms. Wilbur watches intently as Tommy ducks by the couch and shuffles things around.

Soon after, Tommy peaks his head out from the door and finds Wilbur on the sea of flooring.

“Hey, there’s—well I can’t really call it a bed ‘cause it looks like shit, but there’s something on the couch that’ll be better than nothing. And I’ll be in my room, so I won’t grab you or anything.”

Wilbur ignores Tommy’s attempt at a joke, which supplies a thought he doesn’t like the abrupt ending of. He nods, watching Tommy bid him a quick goodnight before shutting his door, leaving it open a crack. He squints at it– who sleeps with their door open? Before he can dwell on it too hard, he hears as Tommy’s footsteps halt and there’s a faint whine from the bed, telling Wilbur he can probably go ahead and find whatever Tommy had set up for him.

As he walked, he listened. It was relatively quiet, although he could hear the ruffle of trees outside and the muffled sounds of shuffling. Every little noise startled him. He knew he could leave if he so pleased—Tommy couldn’t do anything about it (he’s relatively sure of that matter, he doesn’t exactly want to test it), but he wanted to do things right, or as right as he could do some things, so his ship could be repaired. He knows this’ll be a miserable experience, but hopefully it’ll be worth it. Besides, he’s already learnt his lesson: don’t sail overseas with no sailing knowledge, you’ll end up on a giant-inhabited island!

Wilbur laughs to himself, he finds his struggle amusing. He would if he weren’t himself.

He curves around the edge of the couch, out to the front where he sees the edge of a blanket dangling over the edge, which leads up to a mound of a combination of pillows and blankets. Wilbur had expected something, but he hadn’t expected such hospitality for such a shitty stay.

Ignoring that matter, he tugs on the edge of the blanket (ignoring the way he smiles as he recognizes it was planted by Tommy for him) and shifts his weight onto it. He yelps, falling just slightly. He lacked the strength for this. After a few more shot attempts, he finally gets a good grip on it. He aims for higher, slipping just barely before regaining his balance and pulling with what strength he could muster. Wilbur would absolutely not let a blanket defeat him.

The fall-and-catch-himself routine repeated for what dragged on for aeons in his head, and by the time he’d finally thrown himself onto an even surface, his arms were screaming in relief at the feeling of not having to support his weight while climbing an unreliable material. He flexed his fingers, the phantom feeling of digging them into the blanket still burned into his muscles.

He lays on his stomach for a few passing moments, which he uses to catch his breath.

It’s uncanny how motivating a simple ship was, but it managed to get him through most of the climb…most of his walk, most of his fear…he just wanted to go home. Be with his father despite how much he knows he’ll be laughed at if he ever told his unfortunate story. He knows that Puffy would chew him out if he came home with a different ship, but it felt satisfying just thinking of being home, on land that he knows isn’t infested with giants.

Carefully getting up, his arms tensing as he uses them to shift his position so he’s resting on his side, against a sleek pillow. His fingers barely tighten around a blanket and he pulls it over himself, eyes hung heavy. He couldn’t say he was tired, he was just simply exhausted in a way that he was over it.

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#mw #brickfic #company and repairs au #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #dream smp gt #t!wilbur #t!ranboo #g!tommy #implied g!techno #aghh happy one year anniversary to my first post #that is just BAFFLING to me #i've been here since sep 2021 which is also INSANE but i've been consistently writing for a year now #which doesn't SEEM all that big of a deal but tbh i've done a lot in the past year!!!

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