#HAS NEVADA GONE BLUE YET??

[legostarrynight]

how many TIMES does DESTIEL have to go CANON until jensen will RELEASE THE TAPES

#supernatural #destiel #spn #help i’m regressing into my 2020 self #also putin is trending?? is it november 5th 2020?? #HAS NEVADA GONE BLUE YET??

[stumblngrumbl]

i occasionally read a tractor forum because it has some really knowledgeable and helpful people on it about (obviously) tractor stuff as well as other diy topics but unfortunately it's got the predictable politics in general though i usually manage to avoid that

but recently i was wondering if anyone had found pants that fit similarly to Levi's button fly jeans and one fellow piped up that since Levi's had gone so liberal nobody in his (remote Nevada) town wore Levi's any more

apparently them supporting "the gays" was bad but what's just unforgivable is Levi's is apparently anti-gun now

so this fellow apparently stopped wearing them and has a stack of pants in his closet he just "hasn't thrown out yet"

i asked what size and they're my size and he offered to send them to me if i paid shipping; they came today - 8 pairs of jeans all in good condition ranging from older light blue to newer deep blue, for forty bucks, that's cheaper than a single pair new

i haven't washed them yet but they're the right size, should fit pretty decent

[nowhereinn]

the mortal sun has risen and set a thousand thousand times, and atë is yet bound to the earthly realm, the reincarnation loop continues. this time their mortal coil has taken the shape of dakota johnson, a human born on 5th of january, 1990, a capricorn and named giovanna ‘gigi’ galante. 

hello hello ! i am sim and i’m super excited to be here ! it’s been quite a while since i last was in a group and thought i’d book up some of my free time for a bit ! i’m super excited to be here and introduce to you all miss gigi. i won’t ramble for too long , but let me just warn you this one is a crazy one. i welcome all drama and chaos ! pleaseee read below a bit about gigi and if you want to hit me up to plot or just chat i’m at debussy#7124 on discord !

trigger warnings : violence , alcohol 

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STATISTICS 

✧･ﾟ: * 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 ‣ full name: giovanna 'gigi' galante ‣ deity: atë ‣ age: 32 ‣ birthday: january 5th ‣ gender identity & pronouns: cis female & she/her ‣ romantic status: single ‣ hometown: las vegas, nevada ‣ occupation: bartender at club bacchae ‣ current abilities: the ability to join dreams of people she has thought consistently about, causing her themes of delusion, infatuation, blind folly, rash action and reckless impulse to manifest chaotically within the dreams of the person. in addition to this; through ongoing exposure to atë's powers within the astral plane, she is able to cause episodes of mania and delusion to manifest in the waking world. ‣ full powers: can make men experience delusion and make rash actions (good or bad) through a kiss on their cheek. 

✧･ﾟ: * 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ‣ face claim: dakota johnson ‣ height: 5'6 ‣ build: slim, slender ‣ eye color: blue ‣ hair color: brown ‣ style habits: all black, ripped skinny jeans, leather, flannels, comfortable chic ‣ tattoos & scars: none

✧･ﾟ: * 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚 ‣ parallels: jessica jones (jessica jones), cece parekh (new girl), lucifer (lucifer), barney stinson (how i met your mother), damon salvatore (the vampire diaries), georgina sparks (gossip girl), rose diaz (b99) ‣ habits: cigarettes, loosing temper, punching walls ‣ hobbies: boxing

HEADCANONS

gigi is a very very very big cheater. loves doing this thing where she’ll start dating someone. make them fall in love and then get bored and move onto the next without letting the other know

violence tw : do not I REPEAT DO NOT call her by her full name unless you want her to deck you in the face

she loves loves loves boxing. it’s basically how she lets out all the pent up anger within her

her go to attire is a black tank top, black ripped jeans, and black combat boots. if it’s too dark you wouldn’t even be able to tell she was there.

moved out right when she turned 18 and jumped around from place to place until she landed at the island. couldn’t wait to get out of the house and went to where her heart told her to. 

she has always seen herself as a lone wolf and is way too scared to get super close to someone. she won’t admit it, but it’s the fear of losing them

liessss so much. especially when she’s working and people are talking to her over the bar. she truly enjoys making up a new persona and sticking with it through the night. the regulars at the club know but the new ones always get so confused’

violence tw : has gotten arrested 4 times. some for stealing, some for getting into a fight, and others just because.

her go to conversation starters are ‘what are the odds that...’ and it’s always followed by an obscure dare

has a vintage bronco that she loves to death, but you can also catch her kicking the tires when it breaks down for the 100th time on her 

alcohol tw : she is a big drinker. hasn’t gone a day without drinking in a long long time , but honestly it’s not her fault. she works at a bar. how can she not take a shot or two while working

she grew up with her mom, her dad being a deadbeat. she loved her mother dearly, but her mom as a hopeless romantic who got herself into trouble by falling in love every 5 minutes with the wrong guy. which is probably why gigi is being a menace to men and men only

her place from the outside is so ugly but on the inside... it’s her sanctuary which she never ever allows anyone to come inside to

she can play the bass pretty damn well and honestly has had the slightest dream of being in a band

never got her license but that doesn’t stop her from driving :~)

#alcohol tw #violence tw #eternal! intro

[themculibrary]

Colorful Fic Tiles Masterlist

As Hoarded as Gold (ao3) - FestiveFerret steve/tony T, 12k

Summary: Steve wakes up in a new world, in 2008, and joins the Avengers where he finally gets to meet the man whose name has been imprinted on his skin since birth. But Tony Stark is closed-off, distant, and disinterested. While Steve is trying to come to grips with finding out his soulmate doesn't want him, he can't help but notice the decline of Tony's health. Worried about his heart after the arc reactor, Steve steps up to help him, but when Tony confesses what's really wrong, it's not at all what Steve expected.

Black and/or White (ao3) - Shaish, Stringlish steve/bucky M, 290k

Summary: Wing AU. Follows a lot of canon and has some from the comics but not everything for either.

I just really needed an AU where everyone had wings and I only found like. One. And. Seriously? Just one? I don't think so. So I took matters into my own hands. Cackles.

And in case you were wondering, this isn't a fantasy au. Everything is the same type of world as the mcu and comics, they just have wings.

black holes, solid ground (ao3) - shatteredhourglass steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: Most people love looking at Clint’s soulmark. Bucky, though? Bucky feels guilty right down to his bones, because the soulmark isn’t his.

And yet he’s still in love with the person it’s on.

Black Panthers And White Wolves (ao3) - Gothic_Lolita bucky/t’challa T, 1k

Summary: T'Challa decides to visit James after regaining his throne.

Blue Lips, Blue Veins (ao3) - romanoff steve/tony, pepper/tony E, 300k

Summary: Tony Stark is Iron Man.

Before that, he was an man with bigger heart than brain. Before that, he was an asshole with a bigger mouth than sense. And before that, he was was a scared little boy. Not that it matters. Stark's always have had iron in their backbone.

Desert Rose (ao3) - Golden_Asp bucky/tony E, 8k

Summary: Deputy Tony Stark has been chasing the nameless thief across the country for two years. He has a collection of hand carved wooden flowers that the man left for him in banks that he robbed. Outside a small Nevada boomtown, he finally catches up to his thief and Tony decides he's never going back to New York.

Fractures (Filled With Liquid Gold) (ao3) - itsallAvengers bucky/tony T, 63k

Summary: Ultron happened. The Avengers left.

Tony is fine with being alone again. He always worked better as a Lone Wolf than a team player anyway. He's not sleeping or eating or resting or... living, but it's fine. It's good. It's okay.

And then there's James.

golden (ao3) - whirlinginrags clint/natasha G, 4k

Summary: in which Clint loses his hearing in the aftermath of a blast and realizes that silence isn't golden, it's an ache, a hollowness, and a reminder of just how fragile he really is.

I remember when my heart was filled with gold (ao3) - tomioneer steve/bucky G, 3k

Summary: At first Bucky didn’t know what Steve was trying to do, just wrapping his fingers around Bucky’s and holding on for a minute. Then he thought maybe Steve was feeling a little dizzy and stooped to put his bowl on the floor, holding tighter to the fingers in his grip while he did so. “Feelin’ alright?” he asked, scooting closer on the bed. Steve’s cup was mostly empty, nestled between his legs and surrounded by careless folds of blanket. He was looking, Bucky thought with deep-rooted worry, a little red around the face and ears. More so than yesterday, that was for sure.

Legs As White as Sugar, Candy on the Window Sill (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain steve/bucky E, 15k

Summary: Steve's a fucking little tease. The worse part is he knows it.

‘Cause Steve’s still got those fucking black-rimmed glasses on, but the beanie’s gone and his hair is perfectly styled like one of those rich kids whose parents could afford to send them to prep school. Bucky’s zipper scrapes against his sudden and uncontrollable erection when Steve walks onto the stage wearing a motherfucking schoolboy uniform – white button-up tee shirt and tie and fucking crest and everything.

our golden age (ao3) - augustbird steve/bucky E, 147k

Summary: Wherein Bucky is the crown prince and Steve still becomes a hero.

Our Weight In Gold (ao3) - ann2who steve/tony E, 33k

Summary: It was every cliché he’d ever heard about soulmates. Every sappy thing they wrote down in the magazines, every single thing he had always hated about the myth. It was all-consuming, and rushing through his veins like molten lava, like his whole existence was suddenly filled with sunlight. A door opened, and a myriad of emotions stormed through his body: confusion, disbelief, loneliness, and so much fierce determination that it almost knocked Tony off his feet. And he understood then, understood that these emotions weren’t his. They were Rogers’.

This is a story about fate, self-doubt, choice and eventually—love.

quiet golden shores (ao3) - JenTheSweetie steve/tony M, 3k

Summary: A few months ago when Tony had thrown out casually, “You could always visit my place in the Caribbean,” Steve had asked if he meant a private island, and Tony had dismissed, “Nah, it’s just a compound on an isolated peninsula,” and Steve had been about to roll his eyes even before Tony added, “Private islands are excessive, I sold all of mine in the 90s.”

Red Wolf (ao3) - SilverRowan_Ivy630951 steve/bucky M, 20k

Summary: Both Steve and Bucky live by rules they'd long ago decided on. They were changed in ways they did not ask for. They fell from a train and were captured by HYDRA. Then, after escaping, they had to figure out how to live.

But what happens when they discover that, after so many decades, people are looking for them?

The Call of the White Wolf (ao3) - not_a_good_guy N/R, 15k

Summary: Post Blip and post TFATWS. Three years after the Blip, Bucky Barnes has reintegrated back into American society. He's been pardoned for his crimes as the Winter Soldier. He is on good terms with the people in his life. And then King T'Challa is announced dead and the White Wolf is summoned to Wakanda. Where does Bucky Barnes end and where does the White Wolf begin? Bucky finds himself walking a delicate balance between Wakanda and the wider world. Will he come out unscathed or will he be forced to pick a side?

OR

Bucky is enlisted as a Wakandan spy but not everyone is happy about it.

The Colors That Bind Us (ao3) - yasminakohl bucky/steve/tony E, 12k

Summary: When Steve Rogers was six a boy saved him from a bully, then sky went from white-gray to brilliant blue.

When Bucky fell, the world stayed colorful and everyone told him it was because of the serum, he believed them.

When he woke from the ice and he finds the black and white he'd expected years ago, sixty-six years ago it seems, he's crushed.

Now there's color again, this time it comes with amazing reds and golds.

Until he wakes up and his sky is brilliant and his color mate is trying to kill him, his first color mate.

Will Steve ever be able to have his blue, red and gold?

(Mostly because fuck you Marvel and your evil Civil War)

These American Dreams (ain’t no white picket fences left for me) (ao3) - kariye steve/bucky E, 50k

Summary: In which Bucky has a house, a dog, an herb garden, and a serious case of insomnia. Welcome to Havensport, Indiana (population 8,294), where Tom’s Neighborhood Grocer stays open all night, little old ladies call the car shop to get their refrigerators repaired, and the heat of summer days and the length of summer nights can make you think that this perfect world will last forever.

Throw a Little Hot Rod Red in There (ao3) - FestiveFerret, SirSapling steve/tony E, 55k

Summary: Tony Stark was pretty sure that the absolute worst time to get asked out by an incredibly talented, good-looking artist, who likes to paint - and defend - Iron Man, is when he’s dying of palladium poisoning.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #color #color masterlist #masterlists

[clemxjohnson]

“Creatures such as these stand on a borderline, one foot in the mundane and the other in the supernatural. An abomination to some and a miracle to others, dhampirs have yet to find a home in any of the two worlds they inhabit, cursed to feel like the other, regardless of who or what they’ve surrounded themselves with. This lot can code-switch as much as they’d like, but they’ll never fit in. Not entirely.”

basics

NAME: Clementine Aurelia Johnson

NICKNAME(S): Clem, Lem, Clemmet, 

DOB: September 12th, 1996

STAR SIGN: Virgo

AGE: 26

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

GENDER: cis woman

PRONOUNS: she/her

HOMETOWN: Las Vegas, Nevada

SPECIES: Dhampir

OCCUPATION: Waitress at Pete’s Diner/Student

TRAITS: Kind, Affectionate, Loving, Nervous, High-strung, Emotional, Self-sufficient, Self-conscious, 

appearance

HEIGHT: 5′5

HAIR COLOR: Blonde

EYE COLOR: Blue

TATTOOS: None

PIERCINGS: Double lobes (both)

FASHION: Vintage vibes. Loves Denim with the cuffs rolled, converse, embroidering plants into both, dresses, pastels, long floral skirts, flowy outfits, ponytails tied up with ribbon

background

Clementine Devlin Johnson is, by all accounts, a freak of nature. Straddling the world between the living and the undead, she’s always thirsted for blood the way a Vampire might. But, unlike one, she is not affected by sunlight or given the promise of immortality. She will die at an average human age, fate willing. She is the product of a union between a Vampire and Human, a hybrid who is far from safe in either world. 

Clem, admittedly, doesn’t know much about who she is. She knows who her Mother is after some extensive digging: Moira Devlin the, now, former Orator. Vampire. From Clementine’s research, that makes her an even bigger rarity as most Dhampirs’ are born of male vampires and female humans. But, all these revelations only leave Clementine with more question. The most important one being: Why? Why did her Mother feel the need to abandon her, and distance herself so greatly? Though, it seems that answers are few and far between with how her Mother set up her life in her stead. 

She knows that, as a baby, Damian Harker was tasked with finding her a home. She was placed with the Johnson family, and Aware family whose son would soon become a rather impressive Hunter. And, to their credit, they treated her fine. She was well fed, clothed, and wanted for nothing. Growing up a cheerleader, pageant queen, and star student; everyone loved her. Everyone except Clementine. 

Clementine knew that she was different, and knew that she didn’t quite fit with the Unaware world, no matter how hard she tried. None of the other cheerleaders thirsted for blood, for example. But, Clem did, no matter how hard she tried to repress it. There wasn’t much she could do about it, either. It was a primal need that needed to be met, so she took to animals. Small ones, usually, that she could trap with ease. Pigeons, the rare squirrel, even a bunny once, but that was in a moment of pure desperation. But, for all of the small animals she’s gone through, she prides herself on having never fed from a human.

When the questions became too much, she finally tried to seek out answers. Despite her family’s insistence to ignore them, she went searching. Damian Harker being one of her stops along the way. But, all that came from that was being called an ungrateful brat, and being told that if she wasn’t grateful for what Damian had done for her, then she could owe him for all those years of looking after her. 

Clem now has that hanging over her head. It’s nothing like what she wants, but there’s little she can do to change her circumstances. A theme with her life, unfortunately. 

As an adult, she’s made a point to get out of the Johnson household, her image of them tainted. But, she hasn’t cut them off completely. Either way, she’s made a point to make herself self-sufficient so that no one can accuse her of needing anyone anymore. If Damian has her in debt for it, she doesn’t want to run the risk for it anymore. She’s still searching for the place where she belongs, but it feels like the most impossible ask of all time. Hopefully, with time, she’ll find out how to manage the balancing act between her life as a Human and her new life as part of the Midnight Underground.

headcanons

Despite being the makeup of a popular girl in High School, Clementine never quite felt seen or loved. Mostly because she felt like she was constantly putting on an act, and if the people around her liked her for her act, why would they like her for who she was underneath it all?

Clem loves art. It’s a safe space and outlet for her. From painting to photography, she finds solace in putting the things she can’t discuss into artistic interpretations that no one can quite decipher right.

Rather than enter the political sphere, Clem wants to become a teacher, and teach English. The escapism of books has always called to her, and she feels like it’s the direction life is pulling her in. But, she feels a sense of obligation to become a part of the political sphere.

She spends a lot of time at Luna Books, using it to scope out books, and get lost without any sort of imminent risk.

#{ something in the orange ;; muse } #mu:intro #graphic by nutoriousaesthetics

[softbeanofexistentialcrisis]

Dear Reader reading this, if you're still interested in lore, I've come to this stark realization that the song Other Side Of Paradise by Glass Animals, is a song written for our favorite happy ghost Ghostbur, and his alive counterpart.

Or SPECIFICALLY, its a song sung to Ghostbur through the lens of c!tommy.

This post is also a tad long and i spent a lot of time on this. This is also one of my favorite analysis that I've done yet, so i hope you enjoy as well :)

Starting simply, firstly the song has this line like,

An obvious symbolism here right? Baby blue, goodbye to you, i wish you understood what exactly is happening here but unfortunately you're too much of a ghost to do.

These lines talk about alivebur. Between the wars, the betrayal, the burden of presidency and his own mental state, c!wilbur got caught up in it all and it very much started killing him. Also the 'the sun you blow into' is a very vivid Icarus symbolism in my head. Like yes c!wilbur IS Icarus if you think hard enough right? c!tommy tried to hold on to him as much as he can, hold onto the c!wilbur from when they were happy and just them, as if, if he doesn't hold hard enough, he might just run.

Ohhhh you have NO idea how mentally ill this line makes me like ueueueue, c!tommy wanted to live safe and sound and at peace in lmanburg, with his friends and family, with his brother by his side. Instead all he got was a ghost of that said brother. But he did not hate that ghost though. He wanted a paradise, but he was just forced to settle for a ghost instead, Which he did. Also it ties wonderfully into the Burger Van Paradise wilbur had don't it? Because in that one vod, c!tommy is the one who says the phrase "this is like a paradise!!" while looking at las nevadas. which i can imagine was why c!will decided to name it paradise in the end.

Though i dont really agree with calling c!wilbur crazy, i feel like ither than that these lines fit perfectly. c!tommy did miss wilbur. No matter what pain he brought to him and evryone else, wilbur was still missed by this boy. 'camera lust' could be read in two different ways. One, is that it was this faux, artificial, and unreal dream that's build on these half-baked facts. C!wilbur believed everyone were out to get him. While they all DID get betrayed by a fair amount of people, most of his thought process before Nov 16 were built on paranoia and self loathing, his mind playing tricks on him. He went 'crazy' on those thoughts, you could say.

The second way of reading into this is the Chekhov's Gun. C!wilbur had a habit of inserting himself and the people around him into these very story-like ideals, calling them the Good Guys and Bad Guys and describing his ideas as the Chekhov's Gun. He was lusting of the 'camera' that saw these people as characters, while chasing pipe dream of pure faux reality.

This is c!tommy at his core right here. It's basically that conversation he had with Foolish in that one stream. c!wilbur had given up, and had stopped trying on so many things. He's given up on his loved ones, he's given up on his l'manburg, his self worth, and even on himself. But c!tommy hadn't though. He never gave up on wilbur, and he frankly never, ever will. 'That girl is gone' could be both ghostbur and L'manburg. The hamless ghost is long gone now, and yet he's still here, trying on wilbur's behalf. L'manburg was gone a long time ago, yet he's still here, trying on behalf of wilbur. Inspite of alllll that had ever happened between then, c!tommy is still trying.

Finally though, these are lines that i feel really hit the most:

I don't even think i need to explain these lines it's such a beautiful fit to them both no matter how you see it and it perfectly encaptures the mental state of that person right before they die. No doubt these are the lines from this song that are most used in animatics sbout ghostbur or c!tommy. It ties it all together nicely, you know, like a bow on top.

I also really like Glass Animals.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated, i worked a bit on this so thank you so much for reading this far :D

#c!wilbur #ghostbur #wilbur soot #c!tommy #dream smp #tommyinnit #lore analysis #IF THIS FLOPS IM CHANGING COUNTRIES I SWEAR #crimeboys

[alizardwrites]

Teenage Dream

There was one bizarrely perfect day in my life. It took place over a decade ago. Engraved into my memory, it is made rosier and rosier every year that passes. The sky, bluer. The laughter, louder. When leafing over my life, this day stands out from the rest like color against black and white. 

It wasn’t one sublime incident that defined this day. It wasn’t the day of my first kiss or an unforgettable prom. It was rather a series of tiny moments that somehow fell into a perfect line. It should have been nothing special. I was a junior in high school in Nevada. I was feeling particularly untethered because the past couple of years had been spent hopping between continents and states. I was going to school in Korea, then suddenly I was enrolling in high school in California, and now I was in another school and could see the Las Vegas Strip from our football field. The world revolved so quickly around me.

This perfect day, it was summer and the sky was high and beautiful as it often was in that desert city. My new friends and I were draped over the courtyard furniture after school. Preparations for a club award ceremony were happening that I had not been invited to, but my friends were going and they urged me to attend anyway. I happily helped them set up tables, chairs, balloons, and sprinkled whatever tattered decorations came out of the storage closet around the cafeteria. At some point, my friends asked me to sit atop a folded table as they pushed it across the courtyard. I remember smiling until my face ached as I tried to keep my balance. There is a faint memory of names being called out on a speaker, clapping, cheering. My stomach was probably sweet from absent mindedly picking at the cookies and brownies on my paper plate throughout the afternoon. We took many pictures that I later made a Facebook album for, and dare not delete after all of these years. Afterwards, we went to karaoke at Steven’s house across the street. About ten of us sat one on top of the other on a couch too small. We all shared one mic and I think we sang every single song together as a group. We botched Bohemian Rhapsody and couldn’t stop laughing as we grasped at each other to catch our breaths. Everyone seems to be brimming with life in this snapshot trapped in my memory. A room full of young people who did not know they were young people. 

I sat in the backseat of my mom’s car the next day looking up at the same blue, cloudless sky thinking how I never knew it was possible to fall in love with a day. Every time I replayed it, my heart swelled up. I was still religious back then and it crossed my mind that maybe heaven might be something like this played over and over again. It had been so long since I had felt like a part of a whole. I had often thought that perhaps I had already missed my windows to reach typical teenage milestones or make lifelong friends from all the moving around. And a part of me was still recovering from the shock of eating lunch alone in bathroom stalls at that school in California. It was just that the small moments of that entire day somehow so perfectly aligned within me. My friends, they each added pebbles onto a pile, and by the end of the night I had gone to sleep carrying a mountain on my chest. I remember making a record in an old notebook the next morning of the exact clothes I wore, as if that might have been the secret equation to my perfect day.

Sometimes when I feel empty, I retrieve the memory from a dusty corner and roll it around in my mind like a marble. Over a decade has passed. Fragments are left and the years have eroded even those, yet I still feel the warmth of that summer day like a cup of tea against my chest. I swear I can smell that desert heat and still feel how the muscles moved on my face that night.

Our English teacher the next year taught our class something that, looking back now, was carefully timed and relayed to prepare us for our imminent launch from the nest. She asked us if we ever thought Greek gods might have actually envied humans. Everything in our short lives was made so much sweeter, so much more precious because of our mortality. The gods with their infinite time did not feel the ferocity with which we loved fleeting things. How dearly we hold onto memories and feelings, ever anticipating that maybe one day we might stumble upon something similar and be able to experience it all over again, or know better to do it differently. Some days I am pained thinking all those faces that filled the cafeteria are no longer there, and what I wouldn’t give to live, or even watch, that night again. We were allowed by chance to befriend each other those few years within those school walls, and I was allowed that one day where all the pieces of my life just fell so impossibly in place. This is my fleeting memory that even the gods envy.

I wore a hand-me-down black band shirt with red letters. Light blue shorts from Old Navy. An assortment of bracelets on my wrists, one of them a rosary. I wish I could remember my socks and shoes.

#creative writing #essay writing #writers on tumblr #writing #writers and poets #writerscommunity

[davisexplainableart]

CRASH LANDING! SPACESHIP FOUND!

This just in, a big spaceship was discovered in the Nevada desert right as it ended up crashing earlier this morning.

A picture of the crashed ship is shown below, next to a full-grown human (drawn as a stick figure) for a size comparison.

Witnesses were quick to call for help when seeing the damage.

Eventually, when the spacecraft was being rummaged through, searchers soon found a box that contained strangely unharmed civilians (except for a few cuts and bruises that were likely sustained in the crash).

The search parties quickly concluded that this was the spaceship that had abducted numerous civilians earlier this month, with almost every abductee being in there.

The only 2 exceptions were Amethyst (from CN's Steven Universe) and Dolly (from Disney's 101 Dalmatian Street).

Despite what some have believed, their absences from that one room aren't related to each other.

Amethyst's gem was found confined inside a small light-blue colored box, that was locked on what seemed to be the control panel of the 2 abductors responsible for this whole situation (more on them in a bit). The gem was later given to Davis, who claims to be good friends with her.

On the other hand, Dolly was found in a separate room with her step-brother Dylan. This particular room was found to not be protected from the crash like the other one because while both of the Dalmatians were alive, they did sustain particularly bad injuries.

As for why Dylan was there, a few abductees said that he had been captured yesterday and was likely forced to confront Dolly. Given the last transmission, which featured a crazed Dolly, the intention was very likely for Dolly to kill Dylan. Dolly was also discovered with the spiky collar from that transmission.

Conclusions are being made as to whether or not Dolly is still insane, since she's currently undergoing surgery at the moment. This is because both of the step-siblings were found in what seemed to be some sort of hugging position. It's also likely that both Dylan and Dolly might have been crying right before the crash, since, as they were being carefully taken out of the room, they both seemed to have wet streaks below their eyes.

The only ones dead were the 2 abductors themselves, who were eventually identified by their faces based on the transmissions that they had previously sent.

As for Dolly and Dylan's injuries, here is what was discovered by the hospital that they were sent to:

Aside from numerous cuts, bruises, and a couple bone injuries that were only minor...

Dolly's spine was said to be "rather injured". She currently has a neck brace on, and the doctors say that she will need to wear a cone for a week or two when she leaves the hospital.

Some theorized that her hind legs of all things may have taken a majority of the force of the crash, as her hind legs' bones were found to all be "completely shattered". The plan is sadly for her hind legs to be amputated, but doctors are likely planning to supply her with a wheelchair (similar to her step-brother Delgado, who also uses one).

As for Dylan, his right frontal paw was found to be completely gone, but that it had already been bandaged up, possibly by Dylan himself. No one is sure yet. Decisions are currently being made as to what Dylan could use to keep his balance for when he leaves the hospital.

Alongside this, his left eye was found to be "horribly punctured beyond repair", possibly from his face flying into something sharp during the crash. According to the report, their "only choice is to surgically remove his punctured eye."

No other information was reported on, but people are at least relieved that all of the abductees survived.

#Abduction #Amethyst #Davis #Dolly #Dolly Dalmatian #Dylan #Dylan Dalmatian #101 Dalmatian Street #101DS #101DalmatianStreet

[meanwhileinstasiville]

Dear Bryan, a blue truck met me at the airport turn-out right as I passed, and then at the fabrication shop a “beardy” (what I call people who try to resemble religious effigies) got into his car exactly as a walked up to it, as it was parked right next to the road. Around the corner, someone dragged his garbage can up to the road, to *meet me* exactly at that point in the corner. 

When I got to the overpass, there was a “pool masters” truck (because my latest gay stalker is a deviant in addition to probably a serial killer), backed up by yet another blue truck. A red honda is parked at the house I normally cross the road to, before the elementary school. At the corner I turn of of iowa on the way to the library, another red honda. I had said that swiss/hungarian woman was my shake with your religion because if “she’s for nazis” then QED your religion is for nazis and “not for me”. These sorts of vehicular encounters represent syndicated stalking, until someone proves otherwise. And the sort of back alley that leads to this library has an arborist nightmare tree on it, that has historically been asplundh or one of the serious pruning outfits tending to it, that today (after the red hondas and the like) some company with a giant “p” on the side of their vehicle (I think it’s supposed to be “p” for phil because ms13) that I’d never seen before. 

(I don’t do hints, impressions, and/or suggestions)

As I have tried a number of things to get around this stuff, I suspect that based on the number of years it has gone on, that “this is how things are around here” and this is what passes for “keeping the peace”. I also think, that being the case, that being harassed and made out the way I’ve been (in the absence of evidence) for someone’s amusement or otherwise, is alternative to “we have some options here” i.e. getting shot on the sidewalk or shanked in or out of prison.

I think all those people out on the mountain road were trying to tell me that I was being watched. And that’s true. When I slept out in the woods, I got routinely spotlighted by BMX riders with headlamps at 2-3AM. People have met me on Guthrie. People have met me on Scenic, on Granite, all the way out on Nevada street, even up on Guthrie to tell me (as a couple I might add) “that’s too much comfort” on the very day I got trespassed from the college library. The couple left their home and walked *all the way down* to the Holly street intersection, to say that to no one in particular. When I had visited my mom, one of two or three of her neighbors was *always without exception* waiting on the sidewalk outside her apartment on the way to her door. Every single time. Sometimes the maintenance guy would be waiting outside the manager’s office. To say nothing of the “Bob Marley” wall hanging clad “lookout” apartment down on the avenue. I’ve had people meet me on Rose street, two towns over. Out at the lake here in Ashland, I’ve had Eric’s “gopher” bighouse we used to call him, seek me out in a sheltered cove or two when nobody else is in sight. On Tolman. On Mistletoe Road. The bike path at all points of access from where it starts here, all the way through Medford. 

I’ve been flown over by paragliders flagging nazi colors. After being buzzed by airplanes (because someone has it in their head that flight PTSD equals being scared of airplanes), I’ve been flown over by helicopters. And since Ashland is a system of impressions that people are supposed to get, nobody tells me what any of this stuff is supposed to mean. A “suicide is painless” still in service Vietnam chopper was among the more interesting of the helicopters, btw. 

I’ve been met by a clown car of armed Mexicans with a “TRIGUN” vanity plate. A lot of -650 (feo) plates. Mexicans say I’m ugly with their signaling apparatus. White people follow me around with mini-coopers and some pride flagged cars and trucks (and I’m not gay).

Something says they’re trying to correct a misperception that I have, which is actually a misperception on their part. I haven’t had medical or dental care outside of emergencies since I was a teenager. That’s nothing to do with gang “pecking orders” that I’ve never belonged to, or social classes that seem far more concerned with me personally than I am with any of them, or even privilege levels. And I *would* call that persecution if asked, and if I had to prove it.

Edit: I’d love to hear about nazis from the horse’s mouth, because there’s a security guy at the library named “lee” full of lake wobegon tales about having everything, in the place of the “first” library security guy who was as close a resemblance to duane as they could manage, and a reference librarian lee-expy named cody who floats around upstairs. You know, where Ken Burns works; no, not the documentary guy. I could see where people would be confused having never visited, though.

[igne-et-sanguine]

CAN WE KNOW UR THOUGHTS ON THE RECENT LORE ANON !!!

Well...at least he's alive.

And, I was right about a lot of things, haha!

With Charlie being used against Q, Q defending his country with everything he has, Dream coming back, etc.

I certainly didn't expect Ranboo and Mexican Dream to finally have a good conclusion, but I'm beyond happy that they did. They deserved one. (Though I wish MD mentioned seeing a little blue ghostie. I would have bawled knowing he was free somewhere.)

But, I'm...a little torn with the ending, unfortunately.

With everything that he has gone through, witnessing countries rise and fall, seeing leaders perish under pressure, torture, war, revenge, attachment...

Betrayal.

I almost feel as if Quackity didn't learn anything at all.

You see, he learned his lesson about revenge long ago, longer than any mention of Las Nevadas. When he donned that butcher outfit, and suffered the consequences, he realized that he was not as strong as he felt. That he picked the wrong fight. And instead of using that rage, he used his mind.

He learned that revenge was a fool's game, and he only ever took it when he had the upper hand. Dream was locked up, he couldn't fight back, not like Techno. And Quackity took advantage of that. He exacted his fury upon a killer, and that's how he rationalized it.

"I'm not a bad person, I'm hurting the bad guy."

Little did he know, that his legacy, his only, only friend, learned the same thing.

The only thing, is that Charlie saw through it. That Quackity has hurt, and taken advantage of those weaker than him, even if he believed it was deserved. That Quackity was actually a villain to some people. A killer, a boss, a tyrant.

And a friend.

And he ended it.

And that was the end of Las Nevadas, wasn't it?

A country built on stubborness, hatred, greed, and revenge. By someone who wanted to make himself known, to seem powerful and untouchable.

So that no one could hurt him, ever again.

And yet, despite what this country represents, how its creation stemmed off of everything he hated. He decides to keep it going.

This symbol of the worst times of his life, his greed for freedom and power, made from the worst possible parts of Quackity, powering a country that has only ever spawned bad?

Why, why would he keep it going?

He doesn't have to leave a legacy, he never did in the first place. He only wanted to do so to make sure everybody knew his name.

So why did he keep it?

Has he truly learned nothing?

It just...it just feels baseless. You know? Las Nevadas didn't end. It's still going. This beacon of wealth and greed that Quackity should have really left behind in his last chapter. Because that's what it is. This is a new chapter for him. To heal, and understand how bad he had become, and to change his ways. Of course, he left his apologies to those he had wronged, but he still kept the place that housed the most hateful, and deceiving parts of him. The place that caused his biggest betrayal, and his death.

In the end, it doesn't feel as if he has come to terms with who he is now. It doesn't feel like he sees the bad parts if himself at all. It almost feels like he's just ignoring it.

Las Nevadas is Quackity. It is his defiance, and his want to be untouchable. But, it is also what is bad about him.

Charlie shows him that. He understands what Las Nevadas is.

And Quackity just...pushes past it. He doesn't get rid of the bad side of him. He doesn't grow. He ignores what Las Nevadas is.

He never really learned, did he?

#Ask: Bones

[struggling-with-time]

Chosen Lineage [Wilbur Soot x reader, Fundy x reader]

Pairing: c!Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral!reader, c!Fundy x Gender Neutral!reader (Son - Parent)

Summary: You raise Fundy as Wilbur keeps coming in and out of your life.

Warnings: Angst, betrayal, fluff, found family (chosen family)

Words: 3.2K

Masterlist: Wilbur’s Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: This is an AU I have been working on, and then the perfect ask came by. (Also requests are still open! Click here!)

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You've been travelling and finally reached the new and upcoming server the Greater SMP. You had received a letter to join from Dream himself. Payback for a favour in the past.

And you join.

Hoping to find new people to meet, and potentially finding the person with whom you share a soulmark.

Quickly befriending the residents, it doesn't take long for you to start having late night talks with a certain Wilbur Soot, a man who dreams about bigger things. Hoping to get his name in the history books even as a footnote.

And the two of you get along great, as friends. And later down the road best friends. The two of you never have thought about romantic feelings toward each other, although you can't deny the two of you had checked once drunk if you belonged together. But alas, you didn't. And both of you never entertained the thought again.

At least that’s what you agree upon with each other.

That's when he meets Sally. And she's just perfect for him. His other half. His soulmate. And you're happy for them, gladly helping with setting up a date or two to make them extra special. And they are a good couple.

Then she gets pregnant.

And they're still okay together. They still like each other, and both still have moments where their love for each other shine through.

Until Fundy gets born.

Everything changes when Fundy gets born. Suddenly you're spending more time babysitting the little fox child than either of his parents. Sally seems to often just be gone.

A passing mention of going up the river, and one day she does. And she doesn't return. She never returns.

All while Wilbur has been off doing work for his new nation. Something Sally had always been against. A topic of many arguments for the two. Which more often than not ended with the man on your couch and for you to look after the poor child.

As L’Manberg starts talking about independence you're there backing them. Holding Fundy's hand. A child of a soulmate pair, with neither looking after him. A rare tale to be heard.

You're there as Wilbur cries about Sally. When his country goes to war. You're there holding Fundy back as he tries to become a child soldier himself.

You're there as Wilbur tries to form a bond with his son.

You're there as Wilbur asks Fundy to come and stay with him in his new house.

And you're there when Fundy refuses to leave your side.

You're there as Wilbur walks out determinant to win the war so he can form a bond with his son.

You’re resting Fundy on your arm as the man in a mask comes knocking.

You’re holding Fundy tight as the man who bears the name of Dream asks you to fight for you.

You’re shielding Fundy as you tell Dream, unless he wishes to owe another favour, he has paid you back for the favour he owed you.

You are comforting Fundy when the masked man leaves shutting the door behind him.

You are wiping tears from his face as you promise him you will never betray his father.

You are there the night Fundy packs his bags years later, the night he vows to fight for his father’s creation. The first night he sees you cry.

You tell him to come back safely and help him pack the rest.

You watch him walk out of the house you have built to keep him safe.

You're there as he celebrates the win, and as Fundy now a young man, hugs you, and says his thanks to you for keeping him out of most of the battles.

You're there as Wilbur finally gets close to his son.

You’re there as you allow the man who has hurt his son back into your life once more.

Letting him be stressed and relax around you. Still loyal to the man you once befriended. Still loyal to the man you admire.

You’re there to celebrate as the election gets announced, helping Fundy with his campaign and giving Wilbur words of encouragement.

The man had found a room in your house once more.

But time moves on and time of peace is nothing the server is fond of.

You're there the day a man with the name of Schlatt joins the election.

A man the universe tells you that you're destined to be with.

You're there as Wilbur leaves Fundy and you behind.

You're not there as the man spirals. Stuck between walls you once fought for.

However, you are there as Fundy tears them down and comes crying to you.

You are there helping Niki when she's unable to keep up with the taxes.

You help the Manberg citizens as much as you can from the inside.

Until you're there as the man you would trust with your life calls his own son a traitor. And you're there as Fundy tells him he was never his own but yours.

You aren't there the day they kill the president. Having vowed to not see the man after finding out what the universe thought of the two of you.

After what he had done to Fundy.

You're there the day Wilbur presses the button. The day Fundy takes back his last name promising to be greater than the man who didn't raise him.

You aren’t there the first time ghostbur shows up. However, you are there the day Fundy comes crying to you telling you of the ghost.

You hold him tight that night, reassuring him he’s safe with you, and that a ghost won’t change you caring about Fundy.

The days go past until one day Fundy shows up with the ghost himself.

A mere shell of the man you once admired. A mere shell of the man you once knew. A mere shell of a man you no longer knew in his last months.

He comes in the name of peace he tells you, he comes with blue in his hands and hope in his eyes.

He tells of good memories and of days before the birth of Fundy.

He tells of cold mornings and warm evenings.

He tells of meeting you and the sadness your soulmark made him feel.

He tells of nights spent thinking of your eyes.

Your voice.

Your touch.

He comes telling of tales you never have heard.

He comes, you watch him leave.

You let him leave with the words spoken of a once broken person.

A person who has grown.

You have grown.

You let him leave with the tales of a person who once admired a friend greatly, but could no longer follow their friend down the path they had made.

You let the ghost leave with the words, that while you had once loved a man. You no longer did.

You are there that night, in front of the fireplace as Fundy struggles to understand that you had once loved his father.

You tell him tales of your youth you shared with Wilbur.

Of unforgetful nights, and unforgiving mornings.

Of the way you used to map the stars, of the way you used to live for his words as he lived for yours.

Tales of good friends being there for each other, tales of good friends supporting each other.

You tell Fundy of the first time Wilbur presents to you, Sally.

You tell Fundy of that day. The day you came to terms with the universe.

That while you might have mapped out the stars, the universe maps your life long before you make a decision.

You tell Fundy of his first birthday, the only one where both of his parents were present.

You tell him tales of his mother. Yet, you can’t find it in yourself to show him the pictures that go along with the tales you tell.

The fireplace goes out, and you break apart. He spends a night in his childhood room, while you watch the stars, one more time.

Still in the habit of mapping them, although now only mentally as they dance across the sky for you to watch.

Like all things, time moves on.

When the day of Wilburs birthday rolls around and you make the first trip to his gravestone. The sun setting on the horizon. That night you watch the stars by the gravestone, surrounded by wide open fields and two single flowers.

The next day your door opens for the ghost to come to visit.

You can’t help but let the ghost into your life, so lost, so much like the man you once knew. Yet the ghost will never be able to fill the gaping hole of betrayal the once living man left behind.

So you let him in, let him stay. First, for a single night, the rain had caught him stranded in your house.

Then he slowly seems to come back again and again, and it pains you to see him, wander around. Pains to see him be so pain-free yet clearly carrying all of it.

Fundy, your son, the child you raised on your own, as your own.

Fundy is the one to tell the ghost to seek residence in another place. Fundy is the one who refuses to see you tear yourself down in hopes of seeing the brief moments where you forget the man in front of you isn’t dead.

But you move on as the house becomes empty once again, you have to.

The universe tells you to.

So you do.

The news of the ghosts death reaches you before the news of what came with reach you.

Fundy comes seeking you out as soon as he hears, all the way from his new place of residence. Las Nevadas.

You are proud of Fundy, he did good for himself, at least he tell you so.

He returns to your home, his home. Seeking comfort from the one who raised him, and you give him that.

You hold Fundy recounting your promises of keeping him safe. You refuse to let the man hurt his son once more.

You tell Fundy the next day that you need a new place to stay, he offers residence in Las Nevadas.

Yet you tell him, you’ve had enough of nations and wars.

He helps you, Fundy helps you make your new home.

While Fundy notices, he doesn’t say so.

Your new residence is nearly identical to your old one, yet more secluded and missing a room.

The room Wilbur used to stay in.

For while you were loyal to the once-living, then dead man. You aren’t loyal to the person who hurt his son. You aren’t loyal to the one wandering the lands now, and you wish not to invite him into your home.

Fundy calls in help from his new friends and your house is standing in mere weeks, you thank him by telling him even now that he no longer needs you, your home will always have space for him.

You hug him closely that night before he leaves.

You tell him you’re proud.

You tell him he has become so much more than his father.

You tell him he is great, and he deserves all the happiness you could ever wish upon. 1

Fundy tightens his arm around you as he silently cries into your shoulder.

But as always the universe has plans and waits for no one.

Fundy has to go back to his work, and you have stars to be mapped.

Finally using pen and paper again. For while it was a shared interest the living dead holds no hand over you.

You are a free bird and refuse to be caged by the people who only wish to bring hurt with them.

And then you count the days, for you know he will show up.

He has yet to not do so.

You spare him no surprise as the man with the white streak stands on your porch. Asking to sit down as your pen glides over the paper.

You knew he would come, yet had not expected him to do so when the stars are bright. And the night is long.

He does not talk, and you don’t invite him as the dawn breaks through.

You are the first to get up, and you retract into your cabin, as he walks away.

Then he comes back.

Night after night.

No words were spoken.

For days, weeks. This goes on.

Even when you travel to sell your maps to the sailors who comes by the Snowchester harbour, he sits silently on the porch waiting for your return that night.

You walk right past him, but stop when you hear him.

“I am sorry.”

It is all he says before he is up and gone into the night.

You find yourself hesitating, wishing to turn around and call out for him, but you don’t.

You retreat into your cabin and is reminded why you do this by the wall of memories in your house.

Pictures of your and Fundy and people you’ve met through the years adorning the wall.

He hurt Fundy, and he hurt you.

The next night you await an invitation into your home.

He takes it.

You tell him not to give you excuses, and he doesn’t.

He tells of the months in the cave, and the regret of his actions.

You tell him of the year you’ve raised Fundy, the years he wasn’t there. The months of agony, and the years of acceptance.

He tells of the love for you.

And you tell of the love you once held for the man.

He asks for forgiveness.

You offer consideration.

You tell him of the ghost that wandered the halls of your previous home. You tell of the actual ghost that stayed in the bed he used to sleep in.

You tell him that you are the last person he should ask forgiveness from again. You tell him of his son once again.

You tell him to not see you again until his son will look his own father in the eyes with something other than hatred, resentment, pity.

You tell him to never come back begging for love when he refused to love the people around him when they did.

You tell him that while you were once loyal, you are only loyal to the bright fox you raised and no other person.

You give him credit that night, you give him credit for knowing when to not push the buttons you have given him the control of.

That night you let yourself watch as he walks for the last time.

He might have once loved you, but the universe told him no.

He might have once wished to raise his son, yet you were the one to do so.

You hope him a fruitful journey, as the light on the porch burns out and you return to the warmth of your cabin ready to write a letter to Fundy.

The boy having taken to letter writing the same way his father did. You find yourself smiling at the thought each time you receive a letter from him.

While Fundy may never tell you of what happened when that letter arrived and you for the first time directly addressed him as your son to his own eyes. He cried.

While peace has finally settled and the wars are done being fought.

You're still making the twice-annual tracks out to Wilbur's Lone gravestone. For while the man is still walking amongst you now, you are still mourning the person he used to be.

The single slate under a tree stands on the far outskirts of what used to be L’Manberg.

"In memory of Wilbur Soot. Founder. President. Friend. Father. Son."

As usual, the titles coming before the personal bonds.

Although this year on his birthday another person is present. Not one wearing wings and a bucket hat.

Instead a redheaded woman you haven't seen in years.

One you never thought you would ever see again.

"As loyal to the man as ever." She smiles at you. Her eyes landing on the single yellow rose in your hand.

"As loyal as the wind to a cold summer day." You tell her. A phrase you haven't spoken since she asked you why you kept watching out for Fundy. “As loyal to the person he was before his symphony.” You add to it.

"I hope the years have been kind to you." She says as she watches you lay down the yellow rose beside the single gladioli.

Phil came at dawn.

You came at dusk.

"The years have been kind to those who got lucky." you tell her, "I've tried to make them as kind to Fundy as possible."

She hums.

"Still looking after him I take it?"

The question hangs in the air, and you know what she's asking.

Did you replace both of them?

You pull out your wallet and hand over one of the two pictures you carry with you.

Silent tears start to slip down her chins as she looks it over.

It's the one picture that survived from Fundy's first birthday. The one with Sally holding him and Wilbur holding the two of them.

The only birthday Sally ever saw.

"I know you might think I have replaced you. But I never could. I may have raised him as my own and let him chose me as his family, but I can never replace his parents. Not that I ever wanted."

Sally looks up at you, clearly unwilling to hand back the picture. But you still take it, and a piece of her it seems.

"Wilbur was a friend I treasured greatly, and I was happy for your love. But both of you burned brightly and burned your son in the way to seek your happiness."

You show her the other picture in your wallet. Not willing to let her touch it.

It's from a year ago when you finished the construction of your new house. It's of you and Fundy in front of the first thing you put up in the house. The great picture wall.

"But while you are his mother. I'm too selfish to let you into his life. However, I cannot stop you from travelling to Las Nevadas and see him from afar. But don't expect him to recognise you. Or treat you as kindly as I."

Sally nods tearing her eyes away from the photo. You put it away.

"I hope the years have been kind to you Sally and I hope your best years were the ones you spent with Wilbur, for his years were with you."

You tun away as the sun has dipped below the horizon wishing to return to your home before the mobs come creeping.

A letter on your table written by Fundy.

The letter tells of a redheaded woman who came by Las Nevadas in search of Fundy to find you.

The letter tells of his desire to know who the woman was, in her relation to you. Not wanting to see you be hurt by more people. Especially not the ones he brings into your house. Not again.

All you reply is an old friend whom you never expect to see again.

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#wilbur soot #fundy #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x y/n #c!wilbur soot #fundy x reader #c!fundy x reader #dsmp #mcyt #found family #chosen family #c: wilbur soot #c: fundy #fanfic #c!wilbur x reader #gender neutral!reader #delias own writing

[stellocchia]

Since I really enjoyed yesterday's stream I decided to do one of my overly long analysis on it

So, here's my analysis of (DSMP LORE) Healthy Competition

Dialogues will be color-coded as usual, so here's what I used: Phil, Wilbur, Ranboo

As always I am incapable of brevity, so everything's under the cut

The stream starts with a conversation between Phil and Wilbur in which Wilbur admits that he hasn't been to visit Phil in a while, which makes Phil's later threat about throwing him out feel that much more ridiculous since Wilbur clearly doesn't really live with him either way...

"Alright, it's got one for Phil, one for Ranboo, and one for Techno. Is that all that live here? Just you three?" "Yep, just us three, just chilling"

The only reason why I'm singling this out is that it was right after the mention of Techno's birthday and Wilbur was pointing at the seats occupied by the 4 members of the Syndicate so it feels slightly weird that Niki wasn't mentioned at all. But also it's technically not a lie, she doesn't live there and she only comes around for the Syndicate meetings.

Another thing to add is that Wilbur did notice the chest Ranboo left for him and consciously decided to ignore it.

"I must admit I've come to you with a bit of a- a bit of a proposition. You're into propositions Phil? Are you a bit of a 'propositions' kinda guy?" "Oh, depends, depends. You- you've had some pretty... let- let's just say, uh- not- not a great track record on propositions that you've had in the past" "Alright... I mean, I'm trying to move past that"

I wonder what exactly Phil is referring to here. Because, like, Wilbur did bad things, don't get me wrong, but what's his track record with "propositions" in particular? Because he isn't talking about "Tommy, let's be the bad guys" here since he doesn't know about that. Is he talking about Wilbur founding L'Manburg? But then again, I don't think Wilbur interpreted it that way. I think that, from Wilbur's reaction, he clearly interpreted it as a jab at him exploding L'Manburg (which is the one thing he's trying to move past) which would be extremely hypocritical from Phil since he did the exact same thing but worse.

Also, I really do think that Wilbur is trying to move forward. He's lonely and he has the lowest possible opinion of himself so it doesn't feel weird that he'd want to move on. He isn't putting the work in it right now and he hasn't really changed, but he does seem to want to (though I think he may not know how).

"He [Quackity] didn't seem afraid of me, which is cool. Not many people- I mean you don't seem afraid of me. You aren't afraid of me, are you Phil?" (little look into Wilbur's mind and his fear of isolation once again. And this is fear of isolation, he's worried that other people are afraid of him and therefore are only waiting for him to step out of line so that all their fears would be confirmed)

"'Cause I'm not afraid of you [Phil]" (bold words for someone who spent who knows how long lying to his dad because of a crippling fear of disappointment...)

"Technoblade spent his entire time taking down the establishments, what he left is, as predicted, a power vacuum for a new establishment to come in" (in case it wasn't obvious, Wilbur is not the biggest fan of anarchy. And he actually got this one criticism spot on, indeed all taking down L'Manburg did was getting 4 new governmental-like structures to sprout in its place)

"Phil, I want to make a burger van" *Phil sighs and walks away* (I'm more sure now that Phil really meant "creating L'Manburg" as Wilbur's bad track record with propositions)

Wilbur repeating 4 times that he has no ulterior motive with the burger van managed to make me think the exact opposite. That said that ulterior motive may just be to create a safe little home for himself and Tommy for all we know honestly. Also, the whole thing with Phil trying to convince his grown-ass kid to go play with the neighbor kid and Wilbur throwing a tantrum in response was hilarious...

"If he's [Ranboo] shit you gotta come help me okay? If he's shit you've gotta come be burger boy with me, okay?" (he still is mistrustful to an extreme and pretty childish admittedly)

"Why is he [Phil] treating me like a kid?! Why is he treating me like a little baby?" (remembering how Wilbur treated Fundy I think it may be a family problem)

Another interesting thing to point out is that Wilbur was openly scared of the spider attacking him here, and fights it off, but he doesn't move away from the explosion later on and he didn't move away from the exploding creepers last stream. Other people already made this connection, but I do think it may be a sort of way to punish himself. Specifically, it's brought up later on that he thinks he got off easy for what he did, so he's using what he hurt others with (explosions) to hurt himself now as a sort of punishment for that. Which is another indication of just how much his stay in Limbo didn't help with his mental health.

"Am I being- is this [Ranboo having both cows and wheat] a setup?" (the paranoia never left)

"Ranboo I'm gonna go out on a limb here: do- do you wanna be friends?" "Su-sure yeah, I don't see why not" (I think that at this point it was still just Wilbur following along with what his dad told him to do and trying to find out more about Ranboo. That does seem to change later down the line)

"And then we decided that it [the 'cookie' outpost] was too much trouble so we kinda just left it" (So we have confirmation that the cookie outpost was abandoned)

"We're not gonna annoy Quackity" "That's good" "We can't annoy- we can't annoy him because we're simply put- we're simply put gonna be making...- I got the real estate! He's giving me the area and we're gonna be making a competing business"

Wilbur says this as if he wasn't perfectly aware that this would annoy the sh*t out of Quackity. As if the point of it wasn't exactly to annoy Quackity. Or well, annoying him isn't the end goal, it's just the means to an end. We don't know the actual end goal (though I think Wilbur still wants to either be let into Las Nevadas or actually instate a rivalry between them as he said, one of the two).

"We [he and Quackity] were a part of the same cabinet during New L'Manburg or whatever" "Cabinet?" "Yeah a cabinet is like-" "Was this- was this with Tubbo?" "Yeah yeah" (...) "So you were part of the old L'Manburg? I didn't know that actually, I thought you were a bit of an independent"

Once again: Wilbur is missing A LOT of knowledge. He wasn't aware that New L'Manburg had a cabinet and he wasn't aware that Ranboo was ever part of the country either. He has a lot of misconceptions about what happened during the time he was dead so it really shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that his views on a lot of things are as warped as they are. Wilbur is getting to his conclusions with an incomplete and sometimes wrong set of data.

"Do you dislike anyone Ranboo?" "Not too much I don't think. I mean there are other people I don't, like, agree with what they've done of course, but I think that everyone is just a product of what they've gone through and everything so if you understand that then you understand the person!"

There is nothing inherently wrong with Ranboo's reasoning here. It's true that most people are a result of their environment and, once you understand what they've been through you can understand them better as a person. It's also fine that he personally doesn't want to hold grudges. But that way of thinking isn't applicable to those who have been hurt by others, sure they can reach an understanding, but an understanding of a person doesn't justify shit and doesn't change shit unless that person works towards repairing old broken relationships. It just all sounds like a nice way of thinking about things in theory, but in practice, it just takes away responsibility from those who have wronged others to fix things and moves it to those who have been wronged. (Ranboo isn't advocating for everyone to think that way though, but I know the fandom will).

Either way, they arrive in Las Nevadas and Wilbur talks about how their place doesn't benefit the consumer and puts down 3 signs.

"I've been trying to think of a name for it [his and Tommy's area], I'm thinking about 'Paradise'"

There are two possible reasons for the name that I can think of:

1) It's in reference to Las Nevadas itself and how Las Nevadas is based on Las Vegas, the famous city of sin

2) It could be a reference to Tommy insistently calling Las Nevadas Paradise in the last stream and Wilbur trying to convince him that their place is the true Paradise

Wilbur does decide to make the Burger Van right at the border which really feels like a very obvious provocation. The other thing is that he makes it clear that he wants the van to be red and white which could be a random choice, but really feels like a reference to Tommy (since they are famously his colors) or an imitation of their opposition. Or both considering how much Tommy liked the restaurant of the opposition and the fact that Wilbur is still trying to convince him to stay.

"I'm not very fond of blue" (at this point it's obvious that Wilbur has quite a bit of pent-up animosity against Ghostbur. I wonder if it is because it still feels like people liked the ghost more than him...)

"Like, the Cookie Shop, I don't even know if it was a cookie shop, to begin with, because it was a little... fortified if I'm entirely honest, I realize that now" "Really?" "Yeah did you not see- oh wait- that giant stone structure?" (Ranboo really did fail to realize that the cookie shop was actually a military outpost, huh?)

"See, I like Tubbo. He's strong-headed, he doesn't let people push him around, you know?" (this is both an interesting change in what he thinks of Tubbo if he actually thinks that and further confirmation that Wilbur isn't a fan of people he considers to be 'followers')

"Why do you claim that you're so 'peaceful' and 'neutral' and yet somehow appear in almost every conflict this server's had since I died?" (since I saw people claiming this is manipulation already, just know that it isn't. He's just confused because, admittedly, Ranboo is a confusing guy and Wilbur doesn't really know him at all)

"Ranboo, why did you come to help me?" (...) "And then also I just think, you know... you can, you know- I think- I think you're an alright person, you know? So I wanna- I did kinda wanna get off on a better foot with you then what happened-" "Why?" "Just because I don't really like having the thought that people don't really like me" "Nonononono not the bit about the right foot, the 'why don't you think I'm a bad person'" "Well I mean, I think that you did bad things, but like, I think that you also went through things that made you that way and then I also think that you've changed now (...) but I think that now you've- apparently you've been away long enough that I think that if anyone goes away for that long eventually they'll have a thought about their morality and everything and maybe become a better person because of it"

I know this quote was absurdly long, but it is one of the most interesting conversations of the whole stream and it is really important and it tells us quite a bit as well. For one thing Wilbur was left quite emotional from someone simply admitting that he's an "alright person" and that they think he's capable of changing and this does bring him to open up to Ranboo right after. What Ranboo says to be exact is that anyone would have changed after going through what Wilbur went through and that change could be positive and while I completely disagree with it, it's clearly something that Wilbur needed to hear.

Now as to why I disagree with the notion that 13 years of semi-complete isolation could change anyone for the better should be rather obvious. But if it isn't, well, that's torture to put it simply. Psychological torture. Just like abuse it's one of those things that only cause trauma and a worsening mental health state and we see this with Wilbur because he didn't change, he only became more self-deprecating. Hurting someone doesn't make them become a better person all of a sudden, that's really not how it works. Hurting someone makes them become more traumatized.

"I think I scare people" ( as I said, immediately opening up about his insecurities)

"I think that a lot of people share your idea, but they share your idea in trying to- trying to keep me from hurting them" (for a bit here Wilbur talks about how he feels like everyone else is just waiting for him to step a foot out of line, which does really show that he's still interpreting all his interactions with people through the lens of his paranoia and self-deprecation, because no one is really interacting with him with that objective in mind)

"Dream's had his comeuppance and I've not" (this seems to be the crux of Wilbur's insecurity. This idea that he got off scot-free for his crimes, the idea that the only difference between him and Dream is the punishment that's been bestowed upon them which, of course, is wrong, but he doesn't know this, because he doesn't actually know why Dream's in prison)

"I've been investing into the wrong areas Ranboo, I've been investing into the wrong people" (This is either a reference to Tommy, to Phil, to Quackity, or to all of them)

"We're kindred man, we get each other" (the reason why he thinks that is because he seems to think that Ranboo has a similar type of paranoia to what Wilbur experience himself and he's not entirely wrong. Ranboo is deathly afraid of conflict and of being disliked so much so that he never stands up for anything in fear of angering others)

Little definition of "neuroticism" for you all since Wilbur kept mentioning it: neuroticism, one of the Big 5 personality traits, is typically defined as a tendency toward anxiety, depression, self-doubt, and other negative feelings.

I'd say it's quite fitting for both characters...

"I feel like life dealt us the same cards and the difference is that you built your trust by showing people your cards whilst I- I keep them close to my chest and I feel like that may be the big difference" (I felt like this was interesting. Especially knowing how much Ranboo actually doesn't share and how much he actually also keeps close to his chest)

They talk about tubbo in general for a bit and about what's been going on the server in general. Ranboo also that he's part of both Snowchester and the arctic commune (mostly the latter though).

"This has been chill, this has been good, I'm excited to show Tommy. What's your opinion on Tommy?" "Oh, he's- he's great. Tommy's awesome" "I agree I agree" "Definitely gone through a lot but I think that it's made him a good person" "Well you seem to think that everyone going through something at least gives them some merit you said" "I mean, yeah. I mean if- if no one- the only really bad people are the ones who are just evil because- just because and they don't have any reason why"

Included the whole thing here because if I stopped at Ranboo saying that Tommy going through trauma is what made him a good person it would have sounded really bad. As things are I think that that was just poor wording on his part and that this mostly goes back to the mentality he expressed before about how people sometimes do bad things because of the environment they're in pushing them and this idea he seems to have that actual hardships (like 13 years in Limbo or whatever he knows about what Tommy has been through) can encourage people to be better which is... sort of naive honestly. Again, trauma isn't a catalyst for the betterment of a person, and any improvement Tommy has made came from his self-reflection, not what he's been through.

After they're done with the van Wilbur brings Ranboo to their competing establishment and asks him to smash the windows, which Ranboo does with no hesitation whatsoever. After that Wilbur proceeds to place down one single block of TNT in a corner and Ranboo starts being a little more hesitant.

"You trust me right?" (I feel like that was a trick question considering how their common paranoia is the thing that Wilbur praised in Ranboo before)

Wilbur hands Ranboo the flint and steel to detonate the piece of TNT which Ranboo does, albeit with some hesitation.

"You passed the test, good job man, you go back to the van (...) Ranboo- Ranboo... I'm proud of you man. You've taken a side, you've proven that you can choose a side"

Quite a few people have already pointed out how similar this scene was to the time Wilbur tested Tommy in season 1 to decide if he was fit to be his right-hand man. In both situations, Wilbur gave someone a chance to cause some destruction against someone on the opposite side. Tommy passed the test by refusing to do so and showing that he was willing to uphold his morals and what he believed in. Ranboo passed the test by doing the exact opposite, by showing that, as much as he talks about how he chooses people and not sides, he's not willing to prove that even when all he would need to do to do so is doing nothing.

And it's an interesting scene to analyze as a parallel to that, but it's also interesting to note that Wilbur knows about Ranboo and Tommy griefing George together. He knows that Tommy was the only one to face any consequences for it (not that exile was actually the consequence for the griefing, but this is from Wilbur's point of view). Now putting this in the context of Wilbur seeing himself in Ranboo and thinking that he himself got off scot-free explains this next part perfectly in my opinion.

It explains why he made sure to leave this sign:

To me at least. This is only a theory honestly, we don't have an actual full explanation. But I do think that Wilbur may feel like the both of them never got the comeuppance they deserved, which is why he did something that's sure to get a reaction from one of the most powerful people on the server. Though considering that he also left 2 diamonds as retribution + a chest with all the materials he picked up it could have also been Wilbur's idea of a bonding moment and he could actually really be proud of Ranboo.

#long post #dream smp #wilbur soot #philza #ranboo #c!wilbur #c!ranboo #dream smp analysis #character analysis #stream analysis #tw self-harm #tw self-deprecation #tw torture mention #tw abuse mention #I'm sure there are plenty of things I missed #but this was all for now

[ohworm-writes]

#00 - Tape Zero | series masterlist

⮞ Beta Reader - @jschllatt​ ! thank you so much for proofreading this for me !

⮞ Pairing - Monster!Technoblade x Monster-Hunter!Reader ⮞ Summary - Everyone here seemed to hate everything you were. The way you walked, the way you talked, the way you breathed. Maybe your new assignment could change their minds about you.  ⮞ Rating - Mature (SFW) ⮞ Warnings - cursing ⮞ Word Count - 2.6k ⮞ Taglist - Open! Send an Ask or DM to be added

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In the abandoned casino you call home, everything smelt of lost hope. The pipes rusting, water leaking from their cracks and causing the surrounding mold to spread across the carpet beneath it. The graves of your allies were spread out across the perimeter of the building, their corpses either nowhere to be found or dug up and eaten by the beasts that had killed them. Whispers and mumbles echo from the people you could have come to call friends in another life, but their backs were turned towards you, shunning you from that sliver of a chance at a ‘normal’ life.

The sun peeked through the large windows of the building when you make your way downstairs towards the assembly hall. You yawn, mouth agape as you try to rub the remaining sleepiness out of your eyes. Waking up early was something you had to become accustomed to here, whether you liked it or not. Your hands found their way to your sides, clutching at the fabric of your shirt and pulling it close. You felt as though a single breath out of place would make these people hate you just the littlest bit more.

You knew you were the center of this minor dilemma you found yourself in. Outcasted, a funny thing, wasn’t it? To be rejected by the group you could call, what, a family? That was absurd, and yet, you long for it. They had a fair reason not to take kindly towards you. A stranger, someone nobody had ever heard of, not even a name on the side of a coffee cup, rose to the top of the hunters in their little group. You could barely hold your own before, so how come now you could kill monsters so efficiently with an arrow through the skull? 

The top. Here, it meant you were the best hunter. Other social statuses didn’t matter, apart from one person, but what mattered most is that you could hold your own and protect your allies. That and that alone amounted to your worth. You and one other person had been graced with being at the top of the chain. Punz. Oh, oh he didn’t like you. No, not one bit.

You rose to your current position as one of Las Nevadas’ best hunters in a little under a week. He knew you were a skilled hunter. Hell, they assigned him to keep tabs on you when the group’s so-called ‘leader’ gained interest. But so much as this? It was frustrating, bordering infuriating. He fought for his position, bloodshed with the scars to prove it. And you? You. You went in right under his nose. You fought hard, you knew that. You put in the effort to make it to where you were in a group of strangers. Punz didn’t see it that way. Nobody in the damn place did.

The other hunters saw you as a problem, a pest. Someone as bad as the monsters they dealt with on a daily. Every time you went out on a mission, it came directly from them. Time and time again they gave you missions with the most deadly monsters, ready to celebrate the day you never came back. Hoping that one evening these solo missions would turn into your downfall. Waiting for that oh-so-sweet pager message to tell them you were gone, never to be heard from again.

As far as they knew, that message was yet to come. 

With a jump off the last step, your feet collide with the carpeted flooring of the lobby. Or, as most here called it, the assembly hall. The room was filled, not completely, but as far as you knew, every member of the little ragtag group was here. You made your way to one of the adjacent walls, earning a few scowls and glares from your comrades. You brush it off; you have to, or else they’d feed off of your reaction like it was a starving man being graced with a meal. Your footsteps fall heavy as you walked, people around moving out of the way like you were the plague. That, or bumping into you, cursing at your clumsiness. It’s tiring, and yet you have to deal with it to survive.  

When you finally make your way across, you lean with your back against the wall with a small sigh of relief. You note how the wood caves slightly under your weight, almost asking you to add more pressure and break through. You push the thought aside, instead of letting your eyes scan the room, taking in everything and everyone you can see. Every single person there talked within a group. Whether it was only one other person or 10 strangers you had yet to know the names of, they all have someone to share their thoughts with. Where did that leave you? Your eyes cast towards the ceiling above you, a chandelier hanging down. The golden rods allowed for the pieces of glass to hang down, reflecting the sunlight that had peeked through. 

That chandelier was always something you look forward to seeing during these assembly meetings. It was your only constant. The sun shining through the windows, casting onto the glass and gold, painting little rainbows on the surrounding area. Maybe you admire it because you never saw one up in person before, maybe you like how it was high out of your reach. Maybe you would never know why you like it, but you still did. 

“People!” A familiar voice shouts from your far left, the voices of everyone around you diminishing into silence, looking with awe at the man who spoke. They all knew, of course, so did you. You turn your attention towards him, the man everyone calls their leader.

Quackity.

Who would have thought the shorty that ran the recruitment center would be the leader? You squint your eyes, trying to see him better from the distance you stood at. He wore the same thing every day, a white button-up, rolled to his elbows, black slacks, and suspenders. He didn’t look intimidating; he didn’t look important, and yet everyone here treated him like a god. It was annoying, but you’d have to continue dealing with it. You didn’t want to lose your tongue for speaking out of place, now did you?

Next to him stood Punz. That bastard was like a personal plaything for Quackity. When he’s bored? Call the man to entertain him. When he’s threatened? Order him to kill the offender. When he’s on his last breath? Take everything from him and leave him to rot. What could he do, argue? That was laughable. Quackity ruled over the casino. There was no question about it. He ruled over Las Nevadas. He. Ruled.

Both of their eyes met yours, Punz’s glare more intense towards you than usual, and Quackity’s smile widening, the scar through his lip making it more menacing. They were a full story above you, peering off of the balcony at you. As quick as their glances met yours, they left, turning to the others in the crowd. Punz stood a foot behind Quackity, the man in question leaning over the railing with his arms spread out wide. 

“My people! Another beautiful day in our home, wouldn’t you say?” His rhetorical question was met with cheers and joyful cries. You notice how it seems to only fuel his ego. How sad. His hands meet his head, readjusting his dark blue beanie, moving a piece of dark hair that had escaped underneath it. “I’m sure you’re bored with me saying the same thing every day.” He says, voice loud as it echoes through the open room. Nobody spoke. You knew he liked it like that. All the attention on him. 

He stands up straight, laughing lightheartedly whilst backing away from the railing and instead of walking along the side of it. “No, I’m sure you all have no problem with it.” A few scattered cheers voice their agreement, you notice how Quackity visibly stiffens. Poor bastards, you think, they wouldn’t make it tomorrow with that interruption. He clears his throat once more, the room quiet again. “We have a busy day today! We have leaks on the second floor that need fixing, a few easy pests that need to be taken care of in the garden, and our hunters have new assignments.” You perk up at the talk of assignments, your attention set on him more than before. “Hunters, you know the drill.”

You did. You push off of the wall, walking towards the front. A few people surrounding you decide to move out of your way now, all of them. The crowd parts like the Red Sea, letting you and the hunters around walk past without trouble. Two hunters on your left, three to your right, four behind. There were ten of your total, which wasn’t too bad, but it just added to the number of people that didn’t take a liking to you. You keep your pace quick, walking up to the fold-out table that sat below Quackity’s balcony. 

A woman and a man stand behind it, both dressed in yellow vests. The table has ten manilla folders on it, names written in marker to indicate whose is whose. The hunters around you rush forward, some pushing into you as they pass by. You sigh, bringing one of your hands to your neck to rub it. They did this every day. Quackity’s voice booms above you as he speaks. “Everyone else is welcome to breakfast now. Let’s make this day productive, people!” The crowd behind you cheers as you reach the empty table, taking the folder in your empty hand. Your eyes scan the folder, your name written neatly like the rest. 

The two across from you at the table stay quiet as they watch you, both glaring, but the man’s softer. You look up from it at them, sending them a nod as you make your way to your room. You hold it with two hands now, seeing how the folder is thicker than the others you had previously received. As you go to flip open the top, a hand finds itself on your shoulder.

“Ayyy, Y/n.” You groan internally as the hand pats you twice before retreating. You turn around to face Quackity, giving him a forced smile. “Quackity. A pleasure to see you.” He was always a pain to deal with in person. “8-Ball today? What happened to the prosthetic Mr. Andrews found last week?” His lips quirk up into a grin, the white circle of the 8-Ball in his right eye looking straight through you. It was… unnerving. He chuckled, bringing his hand up to motion for you to follow him as he turns around. 

You’re hot on his heels as you walk behind him, walking towards his office. “It was irritating, I’ll be honest. This one has some kinda... intimidating aura to it, don’t you think?” You hum at him, folder pressed to your chest as you walk. Your footsteps are out of sync with him, you notice. You subconsciously try to match them. “You know, talk more with the people here” He tries to tease, looking over his shoulder at you, watching you roll your eyes.

“You know more than anyone they don’t take kindly to me.” You comment, feeling his eyes on you as you look up at him. He sighs exasperatedly, looking ahead as he reaches a metal red door, his pace slowing. You stop behind him as he pulls out a chain with numerous keys on it, a loud clinking coming from it as he looks through them. There had to be over twenty keys on it, if that. He noticed your eyes on it, of course he did. “There are so many damn keys to this place, it’s nuts.” 

You hum again, watching as he unlocks the door and clips the chain to his belt once more. He pushes it open with both of his hands, walking in as it begins to shut on you. You hurry and push it open, looking around his office as you step in, closing it behind you. It was pretty minimal, with a few bookshelves, a desk, and a little lounge area in the back. “Nice office.” You comment, following him, bringing the hand holding the folder to your side. 

“Yeah, I’ll cut the shit now. That good for you?” That was different, but not surprising. “Yeah, sure.” He stops at his desk, turning and sitting on the ledge, his hands on his knees as he sits up straight. “Pass the folder here, let me show you what you’re dealing with.” You oblige with him, passing him the folder. You look at his hands, his fingers scarred and rough. Interesting. 

He flips it open and sets it onto the wooden desk, letting the contents spread across the length of the desk. Several sheets of paper were spread out, pages upon pages of info, the text smaller as to fit more words in the pages. What caught your eye the most, though, was the first sheet of paper. A photograph was clipped to the corner, a semi-blurry image of a pig-like creature. “The… Blade?”

“Bastard is what he is.” Quackity comments, stepping back to let you look down at the papers. He sits on the corner of the desk, hands now placed behind his as he looks over his shoulder at the papers. You take two steps forward, fingers drifting from one page to another. “There seems to be a lot about this one.” You remark, taking a random page in your hands as you read its contents under your breath.

“Upon further inspection, it seems the beast relates to that of a Piglin creature. While they are moderate-level monsters, this one seems to be an evolved breed of them. Its reflexes are quick, and it’s undoubtedly strong. Previous notes about the breed tell that they are very territorial and are naturally aggressive to those who aren’t their breed.”

You can feel Quackity tense beside you, so you call him out on it. “What’s on your mind?” He sighs, but you don’t look at him, eyes still trained on the papers. He’s quiet for a moment, and you almost don’t think he’s going to answer you. But he does. “That asshole was the one who gave me this scar.” 

Now that, that surprised you. Your brows raised, then furrowed as you came across a note over the top of one paper. “Says here nobody has survived facing him.” He almost growls at you, you hear the rumble in his throat, but he ends up sighing again. “I was lucky, wasn’t I.”

That’s for damn sure. If what these papers were saying was true, this was the most difficult monster that the group has faced to date. “So, it’s a suicide mission.” You say, swiping the papers back into the folder. They were trying to kill you. He laughs at that. Not his normal, unsettling chuckle, but a hearty laugh. “No no no, you got it all wrong. I think you are the only one that can kill him.” 

You stop everything. Your hands come to a halt. Your breathing stops. You stop. “What?” “I said.” He replies, pushing off the desk and leaning close to you, feeling his breath on the shell of your ear. “You are the only person here that can kill him.” Your eye twitches. “Why not Punz? Or, a group of the other hunters? Why am I the one that can kill him?” He smiled, this time it was soft, sincere. 

“Because you’re you.”

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[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (June 2/2021) - Self-Care and Reconciliation

Fundy tries some speedy self-care to follow Quackity’s directions of “finding himself.”

Foolish finds out about the supreme fridge and isn’t pleased. 

Antfrost seeks out Foolish, Bad and Puffy to find peace and make amends after what happened with the Egg. 

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- Phil works on the basement some more

- Tubbo works on his outpost

- Tubbo comes over to the Arctic and visits Phil in his basement to “spy” on him 

- They go to Tubbo’s outpost and Tubbo asks if Phil would like to make a TNT canon with him. Phil sees Las Nevadas 

- Tubbo’s a changed person since he tried to kill Phil’s friend, and now he and Phil are on good terms!

- Tubbo and Phil start attempting to wrangle a Ghast together for the outpost

- A few days ago, Quackity told Fundy that he could have a plot of land in Las Nevadas under certain circumstances, and Fundy has a choice to join the nation or not

- When he and Quackity spoke, Quackity said that this plot of land can be his if Fundy can find himself. Fundy needs to fix what’s broken

- Living in the middle of nowhere away from other people isn’t good, so today, Fundy wants to take care of himself and become a better person

- Fundy’s snow fox is outside, but Fundy decides to let him roam for the time being

- Fundy goes outside and creates a board with signs: 

FUNDY’S PLAN TO BECOME BETTER MAN:

Healthy diet! fish, steak, vegetables, fruit, dary, grains

Take care of himself. be able to cut down tree fast

mine diamonds

be able to accept therapy say “im okay with therapy”

good friends, get 3 people to say im a friend

sleep

take care of pet :)

learn to count

- He sets up a timer to do these eight things, and once it starts, he immediately runs off to fix his diet

- Fundy fetches some cod from the sea and spots Tubbo’s outpost in the distance. Curious, he goes over -- if someone lives there, that can go towards his friend goal

- Seeing that Tubbo isn’t online, Fundy messages Phil instead. He asks if they are friends, and Phil just asks what he wants. After a lot more pressing, Phil says they are friends! Fundy is his grandson, after all

- Phil asks if Fundy is safe. Fundy is overjoyed that he cares about his safety, and counts that as two friends! Fundy says he should come by to play cards sometimes, and Phil likes the idea

- To himself, Fundy whispers: “You are a friend and you are appreciated and worth something. You are cool. You are special. You are loved.” 

He counts this as the final friend, and has now completed one goal!

- He creates a small patch of dirt and plants wheat, then goes mining for diamonds

- Fundy chops some trees and returns to his house

- On his bed, he psyches himself up and musters up the courage to say something

Fundy: “I...accept...and am okay...with...”

(he struggles to say the last word)

Fundy: “I accept and am okay with...therapy. I accept and am okay with THERAPY!”

- He then goes outside and learns to count by killing zombies

- After that, he has to go find his pet snow fox. He asks a nearby Enderman where he is

- Fundy and the Enderman go searching together

- Fundy can’t find the fox. He keeps searching around the forest, until he comes back towards his house and finally finds the fox sleeping on a nearby hill

- With all his other goals done, there is only one remaining: sleep.

- He goes to his bed, hesitates...

...and sleeps.

(This is a set up for next stream)

- Foolish returns to his summer home from Las Nevadas and finds the WAR sign, confused. He then notices the disappearance of the supreme fridge

- He reads the war note left in the chest for Ponk and is outraged. That fridge was his gift! Of all the buildings that have been built here, the fridge was the one thing he allowed

- There will be consequences, but as Foolish will be gone for a bit, he can’t do anything now. 

- Foolish begins to go through the stages of grief, mourning the fridge, before leaving a note:

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You destroyed my fridge. It was my gift from Ponk. The one structure that was built for me on this server was destroyed. Once I go through the 5 stages of grief...I will then add on a bonus stage.......REVENGE

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- He kills one of the L’Sandburg citizen llamas to send a message

- Foolish goes to the main area and visits Eret’s fortress, noticing the totem statue Eret made in mourning. He changes the sign to simply say “in honor of Foolish” instead

- While working on his pyramid some more at the summer home, Foolish notices Antfrost just over the hill. Ant comes over, seeking to apologize for killing Foolish

Foolish: Listen Ant. From the very start I blamed the egg. And I don’t believe the REAL Antfrost killed me. Nice to see some blue eyes as well

Ant: but we didn’t listen to your warnings, we had our chances and we betrayed you and our friends. I wouldn’t blame you if you killed me right here

- Foolish doesn’t. He tells Ant that he’s moving on. 

- Ant asks if there’s any way to make it up to him, and Foolish says he could use some help gathering sand (Antfrost finds sand tasty, but Foolish doesn’t eat sand. It has too many calories)

- The two gather sand together

Foolish: I hold nothing against you

Ant: thank you

Foolish: Honestly I think the banquet has changed me for the better

Ant: how so

Foolish: It has given me new found strength. Basically from here on out...I’ll be less timid to take action

Ant: well at least something good came out of it

Foolish: So how about you Antfrost, what’s next for the old sly cat

Ant: I need to talk to Puffy and Bad and Sam and everyone I’ve wronged

- Ant asks if Foolish has seen Puffy anywhere, whether there’s something he can give her as a peace offering. She likes llamas

- Foolish thanks Ant for his help. Ant says if Foolish needs anything, to let him know. Foolish looks forward to happier times

- Puffy comes on later and finds the book Foolish left in the chest. She reads it, but she still thinks getting rid of the fridge was better for the aesthetic, and she had to get back at Ponk

- She writes another letter, this time to Foolish, titled “To my sharkyson”:

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Dear Foolish!

It was not my intention to make you sad or angry! I didn’t know you cared so much for the fridge as well. it was kinda ugly and it stood out so much from the rest of the builds! But I assure you I’m not allied with Bad, my whole goal behind L’llamaburg was to keep an eye on Bad so he didn’t build any further on your land or cause you more problems.

Once Bad was gone I fully intended to disband l’llamaburg and tear it down!

Sorry for any sadness I may of caused.. you don’t need a fridge though to be reminded of how Supreme you are!

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- Ant is at the animal sanctuary. Everything’s been destroyed, but at least Floof is still alive

- He saves Asshole the fish from suffocating out of the water and puts the fish back in the aquarium

- Ant goes looking for Bad. They need to talk

- They meet at the Community House. Bad hasn’t seen Ant in a while, he hasn’t been around. Bad asks if Ant is okay, and Ant doesn’t know. He died

- Ant asks what happened. Bad says things didn’t work out according to plan. Ant remembers Quackity coming in at the Banquet...

Ant: “Bad, what did we do? I killed Foolish...”

- Bad says stuff happens and he doesn’t think anyone would blame Ant

Ant: “Bad, I killed him! What do you mean you don’t think anyone blames -- Bad, we’re monsters! Do you know what we did?”

Bad: “W-well, I try not to think about it!”

Ant: “Well you can’t just ignore -- you can’t act like we didn’t do -- Bad, I killed Foolish, we were gonna kill E-- oh my god, Eret’s on the server too.”

- Bad thinks it’s fine, Foolish will recover and Puffy killed Ant but it was one for one. Ant remembers all the horrible things he said to Puffy before he killed Foolish and asks where Bad went afterwards

- Bad had no choice but to run. He couldn’t save Ant, they were outnumbered

Ant: “...Do you not feel bad about anything? Bad, we’re...we’re mon-- we did horrible things!”

Bad: “Well I mean, yeah, you did do some horrible stuff...”

Ant: “No, YOU! You did some horrible stuff! Who pushed Skeppy into lava, Bad? Who betrayed their friends? We betrayed Sam, Bad!”

Bad: “Okay, we did some horrible stuff -- hey, no! Okay, but -- there were good reasons at the time, or we felt like there was!”

Ant: “No! No no, Bad, we let the Egg control us! No! Did the Egg give you what it promised?”

Bad: “No, ‘cause...we never completed the plan...whatever it was. Ant, I can’t remember exactly...it’s not -- look, it’s -- I don’t know...”

- Ant asks if he’s talked to Sam and Puffy yet. Bad’s trying not to think about it, but Ant says they can’t ignore this. They’re friends, they should make amends

- Ant asks if Bad’s been back down there, but Bad’s steered clear. Ant is feeling normal again

Ant: “I...Bad, do you not...We’re fucked up! We did horrible things! Our friends tried to stop us, and we didn’t listen! We didn’t do anything!”

Bad: “There’s a lot of ‘we’ going on here...”

- Bad points out Ant didn’t really say anything. Ant accuses him of blaming him

Bad: “No, I’m just saying that...if the collar fits!”

- Ant says they both did horrible things, they dragged Hannah in, Punz too and Ponk. Bad hasn’t checked up on those three since. It doesn’t seem like Bad feels bad. Ant’s been gone because he felt ashamed

- If there’s anybody that they’ve hurt the most, it’s Sam. They were the Badlands

- Bad says they were brainwashed. He knows it’s not an excuse, that they should still own up to it even if they weren’t fully to blame

- They both killed one person each. Ant accuses Bad of putting the blame on him again and says that Bad killing Skeppy was worse because they’re platonic soulmates

- Ant wants an apology for letting him die and leaving him. Bad didn’t do anything, he just watched Ant die. Bad was caught off guard. On the other hand, maybe it was a good thing that Ant died, since otherwise they would’ve killed more people

- Ant says they should own up. Bad apologizes for letting Puffy kill Ant. He should have protected Ant, not just from Puffy but from the Egg too. Ant forgives Bad and says sorry for not protecting Bad from the Egg either

- Seeing as Puffy’s online, Ant suggests they go look for her. Bad says he’ll talk to Puffy later. Ant asks about Skeppy -- Bad talked to Skeppy right after what happened, but he hasn’t seen Skeppy since. They had a bit of a confrontation

- Ant wonders if Sam will forgive them. The Badlands wouldn’t be the same without him. He leaves Bad

- Puffy comes down the Prime Path and meets Antfrost face-to-face. The two have a bit of an awkward greeting

- Puffy reminds him of what happened. He doesn’t know how to apologize, but he says sorry. For saying awful things, for killing Foolish. He doesn’t expect her to forgive him, but he apologizes for what he did

- Puffy says it wasn’t right that she killed him, even though she was acting defensively, and she apologizes as well. Ant didn’t deserve to die either, he was blinded by the Egg. She holds Bad more to blame -- Antfrost talked to him recently

- Puffy forgives Ant. She asks how Bad handled it, and Antfrost says Bad is full of guilt and is hoping he can just forget about it

- Bad hasn’t apologized to Puffy, but Ant says he’ll get around to talking to everyone. Puffy made a burner Twitter account to hate on Badboyhalo and if she doesn’t get an apology, she might have to use it

- About L’Sandburg, Ant says he was there for like five minutes, but he doesn’t know what’s been happening since

Puffy: “Ant, you have to be your own person, Ant. He always uses you as his little pet to do things for you, and you murdered a man now because of it, because of Bad.”

Bad uses Antfrost to do things. Why didn’t Bad kill Foolish himself? Why was Antfrost thrown under the bus?

- She tells Ant that he needs to stand up for himself. She had to watch so many “RIP that pussy” and “Why’d you have to kill my cat” edits, it was the worst timing

- Puffy messages Bad asking if he’s apologized to Ant. They spot Bad nearby and walk over to confront him. He’s selling arrows

- Bad says he said sorry for letting Ant die, but Ant wants an apology for Bad making him do everything. Bad says they were both just following the Egg’s orders, that Ant had a grudge against Foolish -- but Ant says he didn’t, that Bad said he had to kill people

- Bad says sorry, but the Egg just wanted it that way. They accuse him of making excuses. Bad apologizes to Antfrost for making him kill Foolish, and the two hug

- Bad and Skeppy had a disagreement after the Red Banquet, and he has to check up with him to make sure he’s okay

- Bad says sorry to Puffy for what they did while under the Egg’s influence. Puffy was told that they were turning a new leaf, letting bygones be bygones so many times that if she took a shot every time she was told that, she would get alcohol poisoning

- Bad says sorry for everything to both of them, from the bottom of his heart. Puffy accepts to be the bigger person. They’ve always been a trio, always been friends, and now that the Egg’s no longer here, she’ll let it slide

- They do a group hug

- After some chatting, Puffy accuses Bad of having a Wattpad account to write Skephalo fanfiction and they continue talking about Skeppy’s merch boxes

- Michael joins the call! They all hang out together

- Later on, Eret and Foolish join in as well! 

- A while after, they all go over to Ponk’s stairway to heaven to finally destroy it

(The build dates back to at least early July, possibly June, of 2020)

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Upcoming events remain the same.

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts

[morbidology]

On the 25th of October, 1980, two brothers were driving along a dirt road just south of state route 146 in Henderson, Nevada. As they were driving, they spotted a woman’s nude body at the side of the road. She had blunt force trauma to the back of the head and side of the face; one of her teeth had been knocked out in the attack. It was believed she had been beaten with a roofing hammer. She had also been stabbed several times with an unknown two-pronged object which caused her death. The women’s killer had posed her body after washing her; a piece of shower curtain was found nearby.

She was estimated to be between 13 and 25-years-old and stood around five feet two inches tall and 98 - 100 pounds. She had naturally brownish blonde hair which she kept shoulder length. She still had her wisdom teeth and a gap between two of her upper-right teeth. She also had several dental fillings and had gone through a procedure to straighten one of her teeth indicating she had visited a dentist at some point in her life. Her ears were pierced and her nails were painted silver. On the inside of her right forearm, she had a tattoo of the letter “S” in blue ink.

Her fingerprints and DNA have been put on file but as of yet, there has been no match and “Arroyo Grande Jane Doe” remains unidentified.

#Arroyo Grande Jane Doe #Unsolved #Cold Case #Mystery #True Crime #Unsolved Murder #Unidentified

[dyketubbo]

hey shapeshifter!tubbo enthusiasts.. i know we like to say that tubbo became more ram/goat-like bc of schlatt.. points at this arc. tubbo shifting so he mimics quackity and bit by bit the goat features that he learned to reclaim for himself start shifting away. tubbos smile becoming his default expression, just a little bit too forced to feel natural.

ranboo noticing that whatever features tubbo was mimicking from him are starting to become less obvious and he knows why but it really sets in that it hurts when he catches a glimpse of preened duck wings on tubbos back when tubbo takes a little too long to turn around.

wilbur having a cold realization settle in when tubbo, who had felt like looking in a mirror just the night before, is starting to lose the things he mimicked from his family, is starting to look even less like he could have ever been associated with wilbur.

tubbo eventually shifting to take on features from the las nevadas crew. fundy nearly feeling guilty when he initally reacts with internal glee and feelings of victory and belonging to tubbo losing traits from the rest of the family as he takes on traits from fundy.

quackity having to stop his hands from shaking when he realizes what this means. quackity whispering to himself over and over that its flattery, that tubbo isnt scared of him, that he isnt being like schlatt.

tommy looking at tubbo and being unable to breathe until he sees tubbos bright blue eye (its looking dimmer nowadays, but he keeps his hair back to cook, so at least tommy can still see it when he needs a reminder) that matches no one but tommy and the red bandanna still on tubbo, clean as always, if frayed around the edges. tommy being scared of tubbo looking so much more different than he used to and clinging (hah) onto the barest of hints that tubbo hasnt stopped caring about him yet.

purpled and sam sharing worried glances because theyve seen this happen before but they dont know what to do, dont know how to process it. sam decides to see it as flattery and only ever addresses it with a cheery tone and compliments met with an awkward laugh. purpled manages to catch tubbo during a break and tells him he'd fit in whether or not he looked like any of them. tubbo giving a pained smile and a small shake of his head. "it doesnt work that way."

(tubbo looking at himself in a mirror and nearly breaking down, but he manages to catch parts of his scarring tinted green around the edges and shakily sighs in relief because at least he still has his son, at least he isnt as far gone as he thought)

#long post #tubbo #dsmp #dykes dsmp hcs #dsmp hcs #shapeshifter tubbo #las nevadas #hmmm might as well tag the ones whose separate responses are mentioned #wilbur #ranboo #awesamdude #fundy #tommy #purpled #schlatt n michael_beloved r mentioned but i wont tag them bc well. schlatts too dead to respond n michaels too young to understand #(dw tho michael still knows its tubbo he still has the same face structure n all) #as for others in las nevadas foolish doesnt see anything wrong with it and slime gets excited when goop starts to appear on tubbo #it takes a while for tubbo to properly explain #mask mews #has some of my own hcs hence tubbo being described as having one eye instead of two #i like to think tubbo can shift on his own but after a while it goes away and it always upsets him when it does so he usually lets it be #he'll always default to the state with mostly mimicked traits