#TUBBO MOMENT (DEROGATORY)

[astroninaaa]

Boy the stream on Wilbur's POV is something and very very overwhelming...

Politics anon.

IT WAS HORRIBLE POLITICS IT STILL HURTS

#politics anon #ask moment #tubbo lore (derogatory) /nsrs

[onecanonlife]

okay y’all know me no real analysis here only vaguely coherent ruminations but i like to give my thoughts so here we go (and the typical disclaimer that these are just. my opinions. got me some thoughts, that’s all). in no particular order i am literally just rambling:

so first of all on the thing itself like. tbh i was bracing myself for the writing style to be a bit rough considering cc!wilbur’s not used to the prose medium and there was some unpolished stuff but as a whole like holy shit. there were some things in there that had my jaw dropping just on how good the writing was

and now on the lore uhhh haha c!crimeboys are home they’re home and i’m not normal about it i’m sorry but i can’t be. the. the whole. “i have been wrong but never lied to you, tommy.” the clear and consistent care for each other even as c!wilbur accidentally hurts him through his reaction to the question. the way c!tommy so obviously wants to stay with c!wilbur and the way c!wilbur obviously wants him there, calling the base theirs, and yet continues to distance himself from him at the same time, excluding him from the majority of the horse scheme. this is fine (it’s not fine)

the paragraph. the paragraph where his mind’s like a firework. won’t paste it bc it’s long but like. i am losing my entire goddamn mind. might do a close-reading on it english-class style a bit later but like. holy fucking shit. just at a glance we’ve got c!wilbur faking it til he makes it, having no clue what he’s doing (lotta brains but no polish haha geddi--[gunshots]), that thing where you start a task but then lose motivation to finish it (he is so mentally ill), describing his mind as a mess. “scared but confident.” my god. there’s so much here

c!quackity almost dropped his poker chip. he gets excited when c!wilbur comes to see him and then pretends he doesn’t. he poses in his office waiting for them. god he’s so pathetic (affectionate (derogatory (affectionate)))

the fact. the fact that the festival parallels were so clear. the fact that neither c!wilbur nor c!quackity could put aside their pissing match to work together. the fact that c!tubbo had to watch as once again, no one saved him. and this time, one of them really, sincerely could have, in a way that would have been highly difficult or even impossible to pull off at the festival. this time, there was no schlatt to stop them, no crowd of enemies. they could have done something. they fought each other again, and again, the kids paid the price. this was a mirror of the festival in one of the worst possible ways.

and then someone does save him. who’s that coming in with a steel chair?? it’s c!ranboo and the steel chair is called character development and a death with narrative weight (pls don’t come for me this is /lh and /hj) (also this would be his second canon life, yes? that was what i got from it)

the fact. that c!wilbur has once again unintentionally hurt someone. the fact that this is his fault, and he knows it. the fact that he didn’t mean to, that he never wanted this to happen, but that it did anyway, and the consequences don’t care about what his intentions were. this is so fucking delicious

“Wilbur felt alive.” i don’t think i could write a more impactful final line if i tried. he felt alive, with all of the grief and guilt that entails. he felt alive, and honestly, i won’t be surprised if he has a moment where he wonders, again, whether that’s a good thing. he still believes that he’s the villain, after all, and as much as he doesn’t want to die, this is going to bring up a lot of uncomfortable connections to other events.

this is unhinged and not a fully-fledged thought yet, but: maybe it’s fine as long as he’s the one getting hurt. it’s fine as long as the explosion is hitting him. or, in this instance, the horse, and c!quackity’s emotions. which will then presumably bring backlash on him, and it’ll continue like that, and it’ll be fine. it’s fine as long as it all goes according to plan. but he doesn’t account for other people. he didn’t account for how (or couldn’t believe that) blowing up l’manberg would hurt others, and how his own death would affect people (because he was the villain and no one would miss him, right?). and here, he didn’t think that c!tubbo or c!ranboo would get involved, that they would interfere with his plan, that they would get hurt. but now they’ve been caught in the crossfire, and he’s going to have to confront everything that’s wrong with how he’s going about things

this is the rock bottom. this is the ‘worse before it gets better.’ this is the kick in the ass he needed to truly begin a redemption arc. this is the challenge to his worldview. this is the start of something. and i think he’s gonna need a few more things to get there, but this is an excellent set up

i have more unhinged thoughts about his pride and self-loathing, about how one covers up the other, about how they’re entangled up in each other to the point where it’s dangerous to himself and others, how his confidence is half real and half a front to cover up how scared he is, about how even when trying to get ‘revenge’ he still shows a terrible lack of self-preservation (burgundy to a heist?? sir please), but like. that would take a whole other post i think

something about his repeated turning off and on of the lamp is also. hm. reminds me about buttons in pogtopia. reminds me about knowing nothing will happen, but secretly, sort of hoping that something would. notable, i think, that when he was doing that, nobody else was in the room with him. nobody else was there. who would have paid the price, if the redstone wasn’t right?

on a more lighthearted note. “You are a walking second place medal.” the sickest burn. get his ass. i swear i love c!quackity i would just also love to see him get wrecked <3

i need to wrap this up but. “Did you steal his eyes? I would’ve stolen his eyes but I’m built different.” cc!wilbur really does understand c!tommy like nobody else, huh. there were some things in here that surprised me, but this wasn’t one of them

in summary, holy shit are we in for a time my dudes, i cannot wait to see where this goes from here

#you can tell that i just got increasingly unhinged as i wrote this #i should be doing work but i was not gonna be able to focus until i wrote something #gonna log off for a bit to. actually fulfill my obligations for the day now #still reeling still biting still in shock #cat talks #'long post' #dsmp spoilers #this is not a spoiler-free blog atm but i will tag for this one anyway #cw suicide mention

[stellocchia]

This is part 3 of the Comprehensive Analysis of c!Tommy and c!Dream’s relationship during the Exile Arc

Part 1 -  Part 2

Here we go again! When I started this I did NOT think it would be this long or take this much time, that said the Exile Arc is very nice to rewatch. There are a lot of little moments I didn’t notice on first watch. 

Anyway, as always from here on out it’ll all be about the characters and we will be discussing some heavy topics so do keep that in mind!

We are now onte the 4th proper Exile stream: Tommy Is Holding It Together in Exile with Dream

This one peculiarly enough does not start with Tommy drowning. Also I want to mention that this is the second time during exile where Tommy mentions that he thinks he is allucinating. The first time it was in regard to seeing a group of mobs, this time it was in regard to Tubbo being on-line. Also at the beginning of the stream he finds a present left from HBomb consisting of 1 fire resistance potion 1 strenght II potion, Wait and a photo of the Queen, Tubbo and Vikkstar.

“We need to do something and quick today. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but every single day at the start of my stream Dream logs on uh... and I’m starting... *sigh* he said that Technoblade was over there” (moment when he decides to go scout out Techno’s cabin)

“Okay, what if- just- just to investigate it because I know- I know that big man Dream wouldn’t be too happy if he knew so...” (the manipulation is turning out to be quite effective)

By the way, the reason Tommy states for wanting to see Techno at this point is literally just too feel again like there was someone near (he did say “to smell” someone near, which does tie in with him saying he could “almost smell” Dream when he was searching Techno’s cabin when only Ghostbur and Tommy were there, which I’m sure we could analize further, but I won’t), not to team with him. Once again, :t no point was it Tommy’s intention for them to team up. 

“I’m very lonely out here heh, I’m very lonely back home” (casual use of “home” to referr to Logstedshire)

“I wanna go back, I wanna go back. I don’t like this no I don’t like this now we’ve been away for too long” (panicked speach patterns get worse the longer he is away)

“Friend??? No, horse” (Lmao)

“Dream wouldn’t want me going in here...” “Dream wouldn’t like it if I was here! Dream wouldn’t like it if I stole! He’d loose his shit, he’d loose his shit. Surely not...” *Dream joins the game* “oh Oh OH NO! I’m in deep fried shit!”

I want to point out that I personally think a bit of time has passed since last stream, mainly because of this progression. At this point it’s not only fear of physical pain prompting him to act a certain way, it’s also Dream’s conditioning: suddenly what Dream wants it’s extremely important and the same goes with what he would and wouldn’t approve of. And, if I remember correctly, this particular scene was quite the eye opener for a lot of the audience at the time. 

“Okay we run back we run back we run back we run back *screams* okay which way’s back? which way’s back? which way’s back? He [Dream] can’t know he can’t know” (panicked speach patterns once again, getting worse)

“I knew I shouldn’t have gone there, that was stupid that was stupid that was stupid” (self-loathing)

“Now how do I get home?” “No no, chat, we should just get home!” “We should probably get home quick” “Is anyone at home? Maybe Wilbur came home” (Logsteshire has now the title of “home”, but it’s definitely not safe)

“No!” *creeper blows up* “*sigh* I deserve that” (self-loathing)

“You know let’s clean up our land. What we need to do before... before He arrives. Maybe we should make a little safe spot, nah, there isn’t enough time today. You know I reckon after last night He is gonna be okay with us, He is gonna be much more...” (hard time speaking or thinking about Dream)

Tommy proceeds to seat down with the compass listening to Far and looking towards L’Manburg for a while. Then Tubbo (hallucination, which is quite worrying) comes out of the portal with the compass in hand and they stare at each other for a bit, after that he keeps seeing Tubbo (always hallucination) throughout the stream. 

“I actually just woke up Tommy and I came straight here, to visit you” “Why would you go stra- straight here?” “Because I wanted to see you~” “Why?” “Uh, because we’re friends” “Oh yeah... hi Dream!” “Hello”

Dream arrives and blows up Tommy’s armour and weapons (I actually did not remember about Dream taking the weapons every time as well, but it does make sense in Dream’s f*cked up way considering that his intent was leaving Tommy entirely defenceless so that he would be more dependent on him). This time though, Dream makes Tommy light up the tnt, with minimal resistance from Tommy at this point (he just says: “I don’t really want to”, but he can’t bring himself to resist more then that). 

I do find quite interesting that every time they seem to have the blowing up and insecurities part of the conversation at first and then basically re-start all over. It happened last stream as well. Also, Dream keeps accentuating 2 points to Tommy: how everything back in L’Manburg is better without him there and how, while it is basically effortless to come visit Tommy, he is the only one making the effort (even going as far as going to visit first thing in the morning). 

“I’ve had a little idea by the way, I want to know what you think” “Okay” “And also if I’m allowed” “Okay” “*sigh* Basically, I’ve been thinking, you know how we made our Big Path to get home?” “Yes, it’s been a little while” “Yeah yeah, I’m thinking: I throw a party!”

So, couple of things to talk about here: Tommy feels the need to constantly ask Dream for permission (because Dream just puts so many rules to this supposed “exile”), another indication of some time having passed since the last stream for them, considering that the last stream was literally the day before irl (I’m talking about the “it’s been a little while” part) and also this is when we are introduced to the idea of the party.

“I’m allowed? I’m allowed?” “Yeah, can I come?” “Of co- uh- yeah” “Okay, they’re allowed to come” (talking about the party)

“Well Dream, is it me or is it you that’s been left by themselves for about 13 days now?” (irl it’s been 4-5 days, though at least now we have a bit of a timeframe for them as well)

Ghostbur arrives with Phil (who gifts Tommy the Tommy Slippers, which are a pair of diamond boots, a stack of black wool, 8 iron blocks and a Friendship Emerald) 

“Guys are you- are you real?” “Am I real?” “Because I keep fucking seeing... I keep seeing Tubbo” (Tommy finally mentioning the hallucination to others, also Ghostbur pretends to see him, though it was confirmed later on that he wasn’t there)

“Dream’s here by the way, Dream’s always here” (now that’s kinda ominous)

“Dream, Dream I swear to Christ I think I just kept seeing Tubbo” “I didn’t see him, I never saw him once. Phil didn’t see him either, it was only you and Wilbur. Pretty sure he wasn’t here~” “My eyes are not the most reliable, I see lots of things” 

I’d say from here on out is when Tommy starts trusting Dream over his and Ghostbur’s perceptions of reality. After all, as I said at the start, this is not the first, nor the last time where he questions his own perception of reality and, as we talked about in the last analysis, it’s not the first time that Dream tries to assert himself as his main source of information (callback to him negating having ever destroyed any of Tommy’s belongings). Also Fundy came to visit giving Tommy an efficiency II fortune I diamond axe (may I point out now how Fundy is literally the one person, aside from Dream and Ghostbur, visiting the most and how he is the only one aside from Ghostbur always saying “hi” whenever Tommy logs on? Their friendship is so underrated). 

“I’m going- I’m going crackers...” “Hi Tommy! I think- I think I saw Tubbo as well” “Dream was Tubbo here?” “I did not ever see Tubbo, but I don’t know, I haven’t seen him” (confirmation of what I said before)

“Dream, now that you showed up everyone started to visit me again!” “Well I think it’s just because the- well, to be fair, are they here with you right now? They’re just running around, like, I don’t think they are here visiting you, they’re just visiting Logstedshire” “Oh” (Dream enhancing Tommy’s feeling of loneliness)

“He [Tubbo] told me he missed you” “Really?” “Well-” “Yeah! I gave him a compass that pointed towards you at all times and he siad ‘I really miss him'“ “Really?” “Yeah” (...) “I thought I saw the compass in a chest, like he threw it in a chest in the Community House, but I’m not- maybe it was a different compass, I’m not sure”

Ghostbur was actually a great support during Tommy’s exile. From pointing out the holes in Dream’s rules, to trying and reassure and support Tommy when he is feeling down, often going directly against Dream’s narrative, even going as far as creating a physical connection between Tommy and Tubbo through the compasses. It’s no surprise then that Dream tried to get rid of him right after this stream. Tommy builds his first girlfrend, “hot girl”.

“Hey Tommy, don’t you worry, I’ll be at the beach party!” (Ghostbur said, like a liar...)

“Wilbur did you burn my hit novel?” “No!” “I heard you did” “No!” “Did you know that that was the only book in history that sold better then the Bible?” “No! No! No! Didn’t do it!” (Ghostbur said again, like a liar...)

“Wilbur we need a chest room” “No I don’t really need one, I just go to L’manburg” “Low blow ghost” (Ghost [derogatory])

“I’m sleep deprived” (we’re back into character after the 20 minutes of them bullying Brand)

“I have a gift for you Tommy” *gives Tommy iron helmet, chestplate and pants* “Armour? For me?” “Yeah” “Oh thank you, thank you!” “You’re welcome”

Remember this part because Dream will use this as a point against Tommy when destroying Logstedshire, just like Techno does later on. In case anyone was wondering: if you give something freely to someone as a gift you have literally no right to then hold it over their head at a later date. That’s just manipulative as shit. 

This neds with Phil, Dream and Tommy making a cake for the beach party and deciding on the last few details, and:

“We’re getting better everyone. We’re getting- are we- we’re getting better. I guess- I guess we’re bonding... *sigh* I guess...”

I’ll leave this off by reminding everyone that Dream and Tommy called Dream blowing up Tommy’s armour and weapons “bonding”. 

#dreamwastaken #tommyinnit #ghostbur #exile arc #tw abuse #tw manipulation #relationship analysis #long post #my post #I was thinking of doing 2 streams at a time every time #but including the beach party stream analysis in this post literally made my tumblr crash multiple times #so screw that!

[ashura-writes]

About Me!

Learn all there is to know about me!

(as of currently)

My name is Ashura! I also go by Ash or Lunar, so take your pick! Any new nicknames are welcome as well.

I'm 18 years old.

I go by any pronouns, so again, take your pick!

I enjoy reading and writing grammatically correct fanficitions, as well as drawing!

Currently I'm really into the Dream SMP, so most (if not all) of my fics that I share here will be about that.

Boundaries!

Probably the most important thing here! I don't have many, but I ask that you respect them nonetheless!

I will not write for things that I do not have the best understanding of, or things that I am not properly educated on. My worst fear is to portray something wrong and potentially harming or misinformation others with my stories. Please ask if you have a specific request, and I will let you know if I am comfortable with writing for that topic.

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SFW/Fluff/Feel-good things are completely okay! My intent is to write these characters as if they have a really close friendship with the Reader, which can include cuddles, hand-holding, and general cute things. Flirting is alright as well! This is mostly inspired by my own IRL friendships.

On the topic of flirting, I am okay with SOME romantic things. Romantic and sexual are completely different things, after all, and my expertise in romance is probably my only defining quality haha! I am okay with writing about romantic relationships between the Reader and some characters of the SMP, NOT including minors. All minor relationships are STRICTLY platonic. Do not ask for romantic relationships with minors. I will not answer. If you wish to see a story about a romantic relationship between the Reader and an adult SMP character, just ask!

As for personal boundaries, I don't have many! I'm fine with a lot of things, including cursing/swearing. The only thing I will not tolerate towards me or anyone is derogatory remarks. If you don't like something, move on.

And because I can't think of anything else to add, let's move on to questions you probably don't have!

Q.《Why did you start this blog?》

A. As mentioned above, I really enjoy writing fanfictions. They are one of my escapes from the real world, as is the Dream SMP! I started reading some fics, headcannons, and imagines here and really enjoyed it! I thought, "Why not do the same? Share your stories with like-minded people," so I did!

One of my biggest inspirations for starting this blog was the fact that there was so little fanfics for the DSMP, at least in the friendship department. I aim to write stories that center around the characters of the SMP, their friendships and hardships, and to put the story in words that the members otherwise cannot express.

Q.《What will your stories be about?》

A. The Dream SMP, and all characters included! Most, if not all of the stories I write will be 'Reader Insert's, or 'x Reader's. This totally does not stem from my desire to be friends with everyone aha nope haha definitely not-

All stories will be about the characters that the streamers portray, NOT the content creators themselves. I personally feel a bit awkward writing for real people. I may try and change things up one day, but today is not that day!

Q.《How did you get into the Dream SMP?》

A. I got into the Dream SMP a few months ago after coming across many videos and posts talking about it, and began my journey by watching Wilbur Soot's videos and the story of the rise and fall of L'manburg. Ever since, I've been hooked, and I've come to really enjoy and look forward to new streams and videos!

Q.《Will your stories be inclusive? (Gender Identity, Sexuality, Race, etc.)》

A. Absolutely! None of my stories will leave anyone out, and I will strive to accurately portray anything and everything! The Reader in my stories will never have their gender, sexuality, or appearance explicitly stated, either in walls of text or in dialogue. To make everything the most inclusive, I will be using they/them pronouns when characters refer to the Reader. I tend to avoid the use of 'insert points', as I will call them, or things like 'Y/n', 'e/c', or 'h/c' to name a few. If necessary, I will use '(Name)' for the Reader, but otherwise dodge the use of other insert points unless it is useful to the story or needs to be explicitly mentioned.

Q.《Will you write for certain things if asked?》

A. Yes, I will, as long as none of it goes out of my boundaries!

Q.《How much knowledge of Dream SMP Lore do you have?》

A. Honestly, not much. I have gotten as far as Doomsday and Dream's imprisonment, but that is about it! Not to mention, all of my knowledge comes purely from Tubbo, Ranboo, Wilbur and Tommy's streams. I don't know much about Technoblade or Philza's lore as of this moment, or any one else's, but I plan to learn! Any requests that deal with these characters lore, I will do my best. Please don't be afraid to let me know if I mess something up! Help is always welcome.

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A. That I do! I have a story up on Archive Of Our Own under the title "Hearteater"! It is an Demon Slayer OC insert featuring my character Higurashi Shion! I am very proud of it, and I think you should check it out. Look for the user 'LunarPenguinChan' to find the story!

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#dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #myct x reader

[filthyjanuary]

dsmp owo

shae i owe you my life thank you

(these are all characters not ccs obviously i just dont wanna do the c! thing every time thxbye)

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

wilbur my beloved trainwreck

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

i am putting tommy and tubbo in my pockets on god and i am getting them out of there

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

ERET HELLO!!!!! HELLO CAN WE TALK ABOUT ERET PLEASE SHE DESERVES TO BE REDEEMED 1000X OVER MAYBE NOT UNDERAPPRECIATED IN THESE CIRCLES BUT HOWEVER APPRECIATED THEY ARE THEY DESERVE IT TO BE CRANKED UP THANK YOU SO MUCH HE IS THE MOMENT AND DESERVE TO BE MORE BELOVED IN ALL CIRCLES AND ALSO MORE APPRECIATED BY THE NARRATIVE THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

tbh i dont know enough lore to really /know/ anyone super obscure honestly but i guess sapnap he gives me shrimp emotions from all angles and i would like more of it thank you also his little bandana makes me happy

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

shae you have singlehandedly gotten me on the sam train so sam he is literally doing his best and his best is so fucking bad what the hell is his fucking problem (affectionate) (derogatory)

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

i can't fathom anyone not putting dream here like yes i adore him yes he deserves suffering these two facts can coexist i want him to be my little tamagotchi so i can forget to feed him and go oopsie and then forget to feed him again and i can also hang him off my keychain and use him as a defensive weapon

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

punz because like castiel he is in a gay toxic unreciprocated relationship that will lead to his death and he WILL have deserved it <3 except i love punz he just deserves this

send me a fandom!

#asks #pstumpclub #mcyt #long post #shae thank youuuu #i wanted to squeeze techno in here somewhere but i couldnt really #i almost put him in poor little meow meow but i dont think thats unpopular he has a lot of shooters but maybe controversial??? idk

[square-blunt]

Even though you're never there I didn't feel you disappear.

WOOOOOOOOO I HAVE NOT SLEPT IN THREE DAYS LET'S FUCKING GO WITH A MUMZA & MR. TOMMY DANGER CAREFUL KRAKEN INNIT FIC WITH A THEMES OF REGRET AND CLOSURE WIHT A SPECIAL APPEARANCE FROM HAPPY GHOSTBUR AND FRIEND BC WILBUR SOOT CAN SUCK MY FUCKING DICK LETS FUCKING GO

Tw- a slight bit of a panic attack, but it doesn't last long at all, only a line or two, uh, death mention, Tommy's normal 'I love women' humor, I've taken the liberty to add some of my own hc about how this whole thing works and it's better than what ever Soot (derogatory) could come up with bc i say so. Wc: 4200 (lmfao 420 lol haha) AO3: here

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Tommy regrets a lot of things. He doesn’t realize how much until he’s walking back from the hotel one cold, windy night. Nothing he would admit, oh no, he would never do that. It was only a way for people to target him more.

‘Talk less, smile more,’ Wilbur would say, ‘everything you say can be used by our enemies.’ And Tommy took that to heart… later than he should have. After Exile to be exact.

‘There’s a reason you never told Techno about what happened,’ Puffy had said, ‘you were scared he would use your trauma against you.’ And she was right… to a point. All this 'would say', 'had said', it didn’t matter to Tommy, it couldn't matter less because what’s done is done, what’s said is said, and who’s gone… is gone. Forever. There’s no point in fighting the unfightable. Battle, person, there was no point. The last time he reached to try and change anything he got killed- he was abandoned, again, and left to die. He knows his situation isn’t fair- Puffy’s told him so, Eret’s told him so, Ranboo’s told him so- but that doesn’t change the fact that it is. It is unfair that he can’t… have things, people. As soon as he makes something for himself, people try and take it away from him, as soon as he finds something that makes him happy they get snatched out of his hands, as soon as he finds people who are willing to help him, unapologetically, no strings attached, they are murdered in front of him. It isn’t fair, and no one else seems to see it. That’s something he regrets. Letting it get this bad. Because if all of this is happening to him, is being blamed on him, there must be something wrong, right? Ranboo doesn’t remember things, so maybe he did something awful and just… doesn’t remember. He burnt George’s house down, and if that warrants Dream’s abuse for months then he could have done anything to deserve everything else. To have almost everything and everyone he loves to be taken away from him time and time again. He couldn’t show emotion about it either, because he would be punished then, too. His best friend got blown up and he- he fucking- says something about how that’s not fair and then- he gets beat to death in a fucking box- for the crime of- fucking, what would that even count as, questioning the great Technoblade?

‘Oops- sorry- you enjoyed your music a little too much I’m going to kill your best friend and throw you in the prison for it, shouldn’t have done that, Tommy, c’mon now you now better-’ It was fucking ridiculous. He can’t understand why his consequences are so extreme compared to everyone else- Schlatt still got a grave for fuck’s sake! He has no fucking idea if anyone ever made him one- he knows Tubbo did, but Tommy and Tubbbo- Tubbo is the only one who actually gives to fucks about him at this point. Ranboo might be another, but with his memory shit, it’ll only be a matter of time before all he knows of Tommy is what other people tell him. Puffy’s only doing therapy for him because she feels guilty about losing Foolish, Eret, as much as he cares about her, is really only by his side because she feels she has a debt to pay, he’s the one following Wilbur around, fuck what Sam used to be to Tommy, Quackity was only going to get worse, Jack and Niki tried to fucking blow him up- anyone else who has unapologetically been by his side has been killed right in front of him. Everyone who has ever stood up for him has been killed in front of him or almost been killed in front of him- maybe that’s why. Maybe that’s why no one wants to be on his side because they’re afraid of the trouble he brings.

He’s a liability. They don’t want to die- so they’d rather let him die than risk anything.

He’s not a kid.

He’s something to avoid like the plague, and anyone who even remotely cared about him caught it. He feels tears sting his eyes. He hears a big gust of wind shake the trees before it whips around him- carrying a voice. A familiar voice. It whispers in his ear and settles in his mind, soft, like a blanket, he can hear it clear as day, asking if he needs anything, asking what his favorite thing in the world is, crying- crying out that he’s scared- asking with tears burning his face if it’ll be alright, ‘You promised I’d be ok!’

He regrets failing Ghostbur the most out of everything. He regrets not spending enough time with him, he regrets not telling him how much he meant to him- he sprints the rest of the way home. The digs through all his chests, his ender chest, not stopping until he finds-

“Blue, blue, blue, where is it- fuckin- please tell me I have some left, no- fuck where is it? What happened to it- please tell me- oh thank fuck- thank fuck-” After combing through the same two chests multiple times, he finally finds a few handfuls of blue left. Choking back a sob, he sees what's left of the clear turn blue and grow heavy in his hands. Ghostbur remarked that any blue he gave Tommy turned blue on contact, that it was odd, because it only happened with a few other people- Phil and Eret. People with towering regret. Phil must have regretted killing Wilbur… Eret, well, Tommy knows all too well their regret. Tommy was never able to place exactly what his regrets were.

He knows now that his regrets have only grown to encompass everything he knows.

Fuck, he feels so guilty about Ghostbur- it was Tommy's fault, wasn't it? He blamed Sam in the moment, but it really was… he was the one who told Ghostbur what to do- he was the one to use him to get into the prison in the first place. And he had to try and- calm him down- his fear still haunts Tommy's nightmares. Because he did promise. He did promise everything would be ok. But it wasn't, Tommy botched it, and Dream- Tommy had to watch- shit, it was his fault. Ghostbur is gone and there's nothing he can do to bring him back. He doesn't know anything about resurrection, and he- maybe- what if he agreed to let dream out if he got ghostbur back- no, no- no, no that's exactly what Dream wants. He wants Tommy to feel as though he's his only option. So Dream still has control. He… the last thing he wants for Ghostbur is to become a trading point. On the verge of tears, the blue changes in his hands. That never happened before- the blue changing. He looks down, and sees that the blue has turned into wool.

He hears a sheep bleat happily outside his door.

He scrambles up, moving faster than he has in a while, throwing his door open- he's not at his house. He's… not in the server even- what the hell-

It's still nighttime, but the stars are thousands of times brighter than he remembers. Instead of the prime path ahead of him, there's a quartz walkway spanning under tall birch and spruce trees; it seems that the stars are in the leaves, too. He looks behind him, hoping to hide back in his house- but it's not there. Instead, a quartz and mossy cobble archway, with more quartz pathing spilling out behind it. Tommy… might be stuck here. But he doesn't start to panic. He feels a strange kind of calm. Like this realm will let him out when his business is done. But he doesn't know what his business is.

He feels the weight leave his hands. He looks down- and the blue wool has turned clear. It's turned into delicate spindles of… something. Back to its original state. That has… never happened to Tommy before.

He looks past his hands, and the path lights up where his feet are. He jumps around a little, the light disappearing when his feet leave the path, and reappearing as they make contact again.

He laughs.

He dances around, his smile growing bigger.

The stars and the leaves seem to laugh with him.

"Hello, Tommy." a soft voice says behind him. A woman's voice.

Tommy stops, turning around, his grip tightening around the… well, it's not blue anymore, is it?

The woman is standing under the archway, tall, wearing black robes that flow around wings that are tucked neatly behind her, her long black hair almost seems a dark purple when it catches the light. To top it all off, she has a large black hat, similar to a witch’s hat, but Tommy understands that she doesn't want to hurt him. But he can never be too careful.

"Who- who the fuck are you?" Tommy says, defensively.

"Please, don't tell me that's how you greet every woman you come across?" She says, lightness in her voice and laughter in her eyes.

"Only the ones who trap me in weird- what is this place?" Tommy mutters, then asks.

"This is my home," she says clasping her hands together in front of her. "I figured you might need some closure."

"It's very pretty," Tommy murmurs again, looking down at his feet.

"Thank you, Tommy, I-"

"Wait, how do you know my name? I've never seen you before, and trust me, I would remember if I had met you." Tommy says, trying to lighten the small ball of worry in his chest. The woman laughs.

"Oh, you are exactly like my husband-"

"Oh no- You're married? Why?? A woman like you can't be tied down to just one man-"

"Tommy!" The woman laughs more.

"Augh- you're tall- you're so fucking tall and dark and mysterious- fucking hell you're tall- like I'm comfortable enough in my masculinity but still-" Tommy laughs, "and you're wearing all black- who's funeral are you going to?" he adds sarcastically. His face falls as her mood noticeably changes more somber.

"Everyone's- and no one's." she takes a few steps forward, and sighs. "My name is Kristin, Goddess of death."

"...what- i- how can- Wait a minute- oh fuck am I dead again- Wait a fucking minute where the hell were you the first three times I died- or for Tubbo- or for- Wilbur- Ghost- Ghostbur? Mexican Dream? Are they here? What do you fucking mean goddess of death? Is this the afterlife? Why the fuck didn't we go here-"

"Tommy, Tommy, I understand that you are.. allowed to ask questions, I called you here against your will- I will let you go back, I promise, and I'm going to try and answer all of your questions. Shall we walk?" She steps up, offering an arm.

Tommy is hesitant. If she… is actually the goddess of fucking death itself does he even have a choice? He nods and takes her arm. He immediately is filled with a cozy warmth- like drinking hot chocolate on a snowy day, finally getting in bed after working all night, a warmth that feels like home, like rest. Tommy muses if that's what a true, honest to prime death would feel like. When your joints finally stop aching, your breath stops rattling around your lungs.

His didn't feel like rest.

He wonders if he'll have a true death- he wonders if his joints will ever stop aching, because they do already. His breath rattles around in his lungs. Will he ever feel rested? With everything he's been through, with all the guilt he's got, probably not.

"Tommy-" Kristin begins to say,

"Are you an American? You sound-" Tommy tries to postpone the conversation he knows she's about to start

"Tommy-" she sighs, but he knows she's not mad.

"I know, I know, I use humor to cope with my trauma and to avoid talking about it, Puffy's told me this." Tommy quickly says. He feels something light brush his other arm- a feather, Kristin's put her wing around him.

"Puffy's smart, you should listen to her." Kristin nods. "But even Einstein didn't have all the answers-"

"Who?"

"-so you still should ask questions." She waves away his confusion with a motherly smile. "And you've asked plenty. And I have plenty of answers. So, one, no. You aren't dead. I simply realm hopped you to me. Any doorway can become a gateway, and it is quite easy to make one for someone like me. Something that I can't do, however, is help with pre-set death rules. Each timeline we make- just plain old 'live your life and die' got boring, so we shook it up. You all got canon lives, which… are completely not up to me. I do not get to decide which death is canon or not, and I don't get to even interact with your spirits until the third."

"Ok, then I wanna talk with the motherfucker who is in charge of those because I have a few words for them-"

"Tommy, trust me, you don't. While you are of great interest to them, and they do like you a lot, they are not going to budge on things. They are stubborn as hell- but they're a storyteller."

"Well, they're fucking stupid whoever they are."

"Although, something they- any of us really- didn't plan for was Dream having the revive book- or the revive book getting stolen from my husband in the first place. I can't tell you how many meetings I had to sit in to try and convince the others not to smite him off his earth- but that's a story for another time. Because of Dream knowing… the contents of that book, he was able to hold souls from coming to me, and he was able to place them wherever he liked. He didn't do Wilbur's soul correctly, however. His soul slipped through the cracks and got placed in… he called it limbo? That caused some issues for Dream that I'll tell you about later, but he messed up again, placing Mexican Dream in a limbo of his own, but those circumstances allowed me to save his soul from Dream-"

"Wait if you could save MD then why not-"

"Wilbur, like I said, slipped away from Dream and fell into his limbo. But, because Dream had no hand in actually directly placing Wilbur there, I wasn't able to save him. Not to mention, the manner of his death…. Nevertheless, I was able to save Mexican Dream from his limbo. In hindsight, I maybe shouldn't have, because Dream learned from that and you… you were placed somewhere I can't even access-"

"The void," Tommy whispers. He doesn't want to think about it, he shifts closer to Kristin, holding tighter to the fluff in his hand and onto Kristin's arm. She, in turn, holds him closer with her wing.

"There's an in-between life and death, and an in-between here and the limbos. Pockets of emptiness, waiting to be filled. More people find themselves there than you think, but even fewer who find their way out- you, and one of our own. There have been others, but your entire life has been different. Do you remember your life before the SMP?" she asks, softly. "You don't have to answer, but it's something to think about."

"I just want- Wilbur said that his limbo was awful. That he was there for thirteen years and that it was awful, and now because of me Ghostbur is there, too…" The black hole in his past is the last thing he wants to think about, so he changes the subject- guilt radiating off him.

"Remember the reason why I couldn't save Wilbur?" she asks, a twinkle in her voice.

"Because Dream didn't put him there- you can only save people who got put somewhere they weren't supposed to be?" Tommy looks up at her, hope tingling in his chest.

"Because Wilbur's soul fell… as naturally as it could have, Dream had to find a soul to replace Wilbur's with- with you, there was no need to find a soul to replace, because he had your soul in his hand, but for Wilbur, it was a… natural resurrection. With a missing soul, the entire continuum would collapse. So, he swapped Wilbur with Ghostbur. He placed Ghostbur somewhere he wasn't supposed to be. I was able to save him. Would you like to see him?" she smiles down at him.

"Wait he-" Tommy stops, his head spinning. Kristin stops too.

"He's safe. He's safe, and it's actually because of you. Because of that book- you can only place a soul in the void once. That was you. He had to put Ghostbur somewhere I could get him, or else his plan falls apart. Now… I can show you where Ghostbur is. But, I can't let him see you, or let you talk to each other. It's a precaution we have to take-"

"No, no, that's fine I just want to make sure he's- that he's- that I'm not-" Tommy shakes his head, trying to clear his mind, he feels like a vice has been released- one of many, but it's one. He takes a long shaky breath and nods his head. "I want to make sure that he's happy."

"Alright, come with me." She leads Tommy off the path and into the trees. Tommy hadn't lied when he said it was pretty. He has lighter steps now, and his smile is bigger than it was when he got here. They walk a little ways, Tommy sprinting when he hears the sound of familiar laughter, bright and carefree. He peeks out from behind a tree to see a clearing with a small house, mossy stone bricks, wood, and- and cobblestone. And, one semi-translucent ghost sitting behind a wall, in a garden of blue and yellow flowers, giggling. He's got a new sweater, still yellow, but there aren't any stains on it- blue or red. It's just… yellow. Pure yellow.

"I also pulled a few strings after that Skeppy incident," Kristin says, coming up behind Tommy, and Tommy perks up as he hears Ghostbur laugh again, this time a blue sheep running around the wall and up to Ghostbur.

"You found me! Good job, Friend!" Tommy hears Ghostbur say. Tommy feels a sting in his eyes, and then a hand on his back.

"You promise he's happy?" Tommy whispers.

"I swear," Kristan answers. Ghostbur stands and says something to the sheep, who bounds away. Ghostbur begins to count- backward from 10. Tommy doubles over, clutching his stomach.

"Tommy?" Kristin crouches down next to him, rubbing circles into his back.

"Counting down from 10 is not a good thing, I've decided," Tommy says, looking ahead, as Ghostbur laughs his wonderful laugh and disappears around the wall. His throat becomes dry, he doesn't want to cry in front of a goddess.

"It wasn't your fault." Kristin stands next to him, Tommy straightening up to meet her.

"Wasn't it?" he feels a tear run down his face, as he stares at the spot in that gates where Ghostbur was just moments ago.

"It was Dream's, as are so many others. Just because he punished you, doesn't mean it wasn't his fault, to begin with. Chances are, it was his fault more than anyone else's," Kristin says, her hand still running Tommy's back. He sniffles. "Are you ready to go?"

"No."

"I know, I'm sorry." Kristin's hand leaves his back, and it takes all his willpower to turn away from the small cottage and follow her. They make it back to the path, and she stops, "Oh, he gave this to me, but I don't really need it, so here. Have some blue."

That's when Tommy cries.

She's holding out a handful of light blue wool, he opens his left hand to show his one wool, now a dark blue. He reaches out, quickly, snatching it out of her hands, and he sobs out a sorry. The blue, once again, turns dark blue on contact. Then it turns clear- and then immediately turns dark blue again. It fluctuates between clear, and every shade of blue, as more and more tears fall from his face. He blocks out Kristin's words on habit- Wilbur would be telling him to suck it up by now. He tries to stop the tears, to stop sobbing, to regain composure, but he can't.

"I- I- I've- I'm a murd- I murdered pe- people- I'm not- a good p- person- why- did he tr- eat me like- I was- he treat- they tre- treated me like- like- like- like a human- when no- no one else- did- and- look at- look at where that got h- him-" Tommy turns his face into Kristin's side, and she hugs him close, closing her wings around him too. He holds the blue up to his face, letting the tears catch in it.

"Tommy, there's a reason they chose you. It's because they saw what you could be- who you could be. They wanted to help you. They knew, under all that doubt and hurt and regret was a boy who loved his friends. And they love you, too. I swear on it." She keeps rubbing circles into his back, letting Tommy cry. "I know all about sorrow, Tommy," she says, kind, "I understand that you will hurt. There's no bringing back who you lost, and it will hurt for as long as you live- but that hurt is proof that you care. It's proof that you are a good person. You are a good person."

Tommy breathes in a long shuddering breath, and lets it out, moving his arms to hug her back.

"Thank you, mom- oh wait I'm sorry-" Tommy pulls back, absolutely mortified at his slip-up, Kristin just laughs- not at Tommy, no, no, it's happy… motherly.

"No, Tommy, I can be your mother if you'd like!" She smiles.

"Yeah, because Puffy is kinda my dad because Phil didn't really do a good job." Tommy looks down at his feet.

"Oh, of course, I think my husband would be fine with adopting another kid. Although, considering what happened to the first one- I'm kidding, I'm kidding, he could have turned out worse," Kristin laughs, holding Tommy’s face and wiping away the tear marks.

"Wait- wasn't I flirting with you a few minutes ago-" Tommy smiles, laughing too.

"Oh my-"

"Welp, you're still my mother now- that makes you a milf, you're welcome!" Tommy doesn't mean anything by it, of course, he's just pointing it out.

"Tommy!!" Kristin laughs harder, and Tommy's smile grows bigger. "We should get you back anyways, you need some sleep."

"But moooooooom-" Tommy complains, joking, of course.

"Now, now, Tommy, I am your mother, I know what's best," Kristin says, picking up the bit.

"My stomach hurts, do I have to go to school tomorrow?" Tommy jokes, walking back towards the archway.

"Oh dear," Kristin tsks, walking next to him, putting the back of her hand up to his forehead, "You don't seem to have a fever at the moment, we'll see how you feel in the morning."

They laugh and joke around until they reach the portal, and she reaches up to pluck a feather from her hat and hand it to Tommy.

"A token for my son. Something you can flaunt around. Also- can you do me a favor?" Kristen smiles.

"Oh, of course!" Tommy gingerly takes the feather and spins it around in his fingers.

"When you get back, can you just tell my husband I said hi? He'll see it." She looks through the empty portal longingly, and Tommy wonders who this husband is.

"If he ever hurts you I'll kill him, " He says, completely serious.

Kristin laughs, "I know you will, Tommy, I know you will. Thank you." She snaps her fingers and the archway leads into his house. She ruffles his hair, and Tommy playfully swats her hand away. "I'll see you again, be safe, ok?"

"I will. Tell Ghostbur, if you can, that…. Tell him that I'm sorry, and that I miss him?" He says, one foot through the gateway, before stopping and looking back.

"I will. Good luck, Tommy.” She smiles, and Tommy can’t help but smile back. He steps through the portal, and looks back one last time- and it’s gone. He sees those oak doors, the prime path outside, he hears Shroud above him. His smile stays.

/msg all: Hey, Kristin’s husband? She says hi.

He laughs.

/msg all: She also adopted me so I’m your son now, good luck L kekw

With that, he closes his communicator and lets the chaos ensue. He spins the feather in one hand and holds the blue- back in its original... substance? He opens his ender chest, placing the blue somewhere he knows he’ll find it, and lays the feather next to his discs.

“Thank you. I’ll do you proud.”

#im so fucking mad #i posted this without a fucking title #and you can't go back and add one? #tumblr wtf????? #anyways i might do a second chapter of this from phils pov directly after this one takes place #so lmk if yall would be intrested #anyways #gremfics #c!tommy #tommyinnit #dsmp tommy #c!mumza #mumza #dsmpmumza #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp writing #ghostbur #friend the sheep #panic attack tw #c!tommy pod #c!techno crit kinda? #also c!phil crit if you squint #so #c!techno crit #c!phil crit #uhhhhhhhhhh #death threat tw

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Transcript of Wilbur's latest lore stream: A Year Later

Note: This doesn't include the parts at the beginning and very end of the stream

It starts with Wilbur and Ranboo going to L'Manberg and ends with Wilbur talking about Pogtopia

Wilbur: Anyway, I’m excited. Let’s go to L’Manberg. Let’s go- oh to what was L’Manberg. It’s just a big glass thing now, isn’t it?

Ranboo: Yeah, yeah.

Wilbur: So let’s go and see it.

Ranboo: It goes by like “L’Manhole” now, apparently.

Wilbur: I’m not a fan. It’s kind of rude to L’Manberg’s history, you know?

Ranboo: Mhm.

Wilbur: It’s- um it’s called L’Manberg. It’s called L’Manberg. Not “Manburg”, not “L’Crater” or whatever… “L’Manhole”. I don’t care. It’s now L’Manberg. It’s always L’Manberg, ok. That’s just how it goes. But um, yeah. So that’s why- that’s why the song exists as it is and… oh there’s no glass.

Ranboo: Yeah, yeah. Seems to have changed a little bit.

Wilbur: Yooo! I actually didn’t know this was here!

Ranboo: Yeah! Yeah it’s even got the flag down there.

Wilbur: Oh it’s got the flag! Man, can we go down and see the flag? C’mon c’mon c’mon!

Ranboo: Yeah.

Wilbur: Get me down. Get me down there. (laughing) Shit I’m struggling to climb. I’m like a lemming! No I don’t care, I’m just gonna jump.

Ranboo: Oh ok. Careful.

Wilbur: Look at this, dude! Damn…

Ranboo: Yeah!

Wilbur: I really went down to bedrock, didn’t I? Holy shit I did- I did a number on this place. This is amazing!

Ranboo: Yeah.

Wilbur: Ahh! This is- see this is- this is what they deserve. Not that glass bullshit, you know? This is what it needed. It needed this like- this like beautiful overgrown like- it feels like- it feels like it happened now, you know? It doesn’t just feel like “oh yeah it’s a monument.” It feels like this- the you know, nature’s claimed it back and this is the world.

Ranboo: Yeah the- the book has kind of closed in a sense.

Wilbur: Yeah. Oh it got a la- oh look they’ve re- they’ve rebuilt the lake, man. And look they made the lake flow into like- this used to be real. This was a real river that connected about here into l- Is that… do you see that, Ranboo? Is that- is that Tubbo?

Ranboo: Oh yeah that’s Tubbo.

Wilbur: Hey Tubbo!

Tubbo, tearfully singing and playing piano: I heard there was a special place. Where men could go and emancipate-

Wilbur: Tubbo?

Tubbo: The tyranny- oh! Hello?

Wilbur: You ok? I haven’t seen you, dude, in fucking ages! Tubbo, you singing a little song?

Tubbo: Yeah. Yeah.

Wilbur: What are you singing? You singing the thing! Hold on, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming. I’m coming man.

Tubbo: Where are you?

Wilbur: It’s m- I’m coming around. Hold on, hold on, hold on. Hold on, here I come. It’s Tubbo, man! I haven’t seen you in ages!

Tubbo: Wilbur.

Wilbur: Yeah I’m coming round man.

Tubbo: Yeah, haha.

Wilbur: Bro! It’s been-

Tubbo: Weird seeing you here.

Wilbur: What? What, in L’Manberg? That seems like the most normal place to see me, right?

Tubbo: Uhh. Yeah! Yeah, I suppose so.

Wilbur: I mean… Dude it’s so- I don’t even know what to say to you, man. It’s like- it’s like looking in- it’s like looking in a little mirror. You’re even wearing my suit still?

Tubbo: Oh, yeah.

Wilbur: How long have you been wearing that?

Tubbo: Oh I just put it on just for today. I was- y’know it’s been a year now.

Wilbur: Oh you’re down there now, ok.

Tubbo: Yeah I came over just to say hi.

Wilbur: Man you look good in it. Ranboo, have you met Tubbo?

Ranboo: Yeah! Yeah I- I- I’ve met him. I mean we umm… been around.

Wilbur: That’s really- Tubbo! I’m really really happy to see you, man. Dude, do you know-

Tubbo: Oh! Thank you.

Wilbur: Do you even know what’s happened since…

Tubbo: What do you mean what’s happened?

Wilbur: Holy crap. I saw you briefly, man. When I was resurrected. I remember you super super briefly but this is the first time we’ve actually gotten to speak. I- I- ok I will admit I was a little bit overwhelmed during that whole thing, you know. It was a bit-

Tubbo: Yeah.

Wilbur: It was a bit- you know, I was running across the glass, which thank god it’s gone. Like Jesus. Like this is far more apt. But like I was running across the glass- I’m sorry I wasn’t, you know… entirely on the same page, but man I promise you I’ve calmed down. You know, I’m all- I’m all settled in. I understand, you know, what’s changed, what hasn’t, who’s new, who’s old. You know, who’s still about, who- who uh…

Tubbo: Yeah, I mean-

Wilbur: Who trusts me and stuff, you know, it’s-

Tubbo: Did they fill you in with the story of like, what happened here after you died?

Wilbur: Yeah. They did, they did. Uh, it’s… I’ll be honest with you, it’s not a pretty one, uh, I- I kind of left a bit of a ripple. Uh, if I were- if there- if I was a rock dropped in a lake, I’m a pretty big rock, uh-

Tubbo: Yeah.

Wilbur: Which, I can’t say I’m not- you know I’m not flattered. I mean, I am flattered but I’m not- I’m not too y’know, upset about- I quite like that, I quite like being a big ripple. But- but- but Tubbo, more than anything, more than anything, I wanna say to you super simply, man. Super simply, man, I just wanna say I- (sighs) I wanna say I’m sorry. Uh, for one- for one thing mainly, uh… I’ve been thinking about this for ye- literal years. Literal years I’ve been thinking about this. Uh, I’m sorry for uh, I’m sorry for making you president. Specifically before blowing it up. And I’m sorry for when I- when I did this (gestures at L’Manberg) and blew all this up and making this hole. I’m sorry that I uh, I said that you were the president of a crater. I just wanna say I’m sorry. I’m really really sorry. I really am.

Tubbo: I mean it wasn’t- this wasn’t all you, Wilbur.

Wilbur: We’ll get to that. Do you- just- what’s- ok uh do you forgive me?

Tubbo: I do forgive you. I do.

Wilbur: Man! My little- my little treasury. Secretary Treasury, man. Remember that?

Tubbo: Yeah, yeah. I remember that.

Wilbur: When you were Secretary Treasury. Ranboo, he was- he was the Secretary Treasury. And then he was president!

Ranboo: Yeah!

Wilbur: And then he was president.

Tubbo: Yeah, I’m pretty sure the treasury was, like somewhere there.

Wilbur: Yeah… Wait, what were you saying about me not being the one who blew it up?

Tubbo: Well, I mean… you- you definitely blew it up, but I feel like you’re missing some vital information.

Wilbur: Well- well how long did it- what- so you rebuilt it? What? How long did it re- how long did it stand before this happened?

Tubbo: Yeah, so… me and mainly Ghostbur, honestly. Like…

Wilbur: Ghostbur (derogatory).

Tubbo: Blood and sweat, like went in- he put so much effort into making everything right again.

Wilbur: Right, is he this obsidian crap, then, I take it? And these-

Tubbo: Oh no! Well, I mean-

Wilbur: Fucking dumb lanterns up here.

Tubbo: Dream.

Wilbur: Well yeah, I know Dream! Yeah.

Tubbo: Yeah, well-

Wilbur: I love him! I love Dream. Dream’s- Dream’s like probably my favorite per- sorry Ranboo, I mean, you know, no contest here but I mean, Dream’s probably my- my- my favorite person. He saved me! He brought me back to life.

Tubbo: Oh! Oh… Well, um… oh yeah, um, I mean he was part of it, I guess, but um… Techno and Philza- yeah they um…

Wilbur: Wait Techno and Phil blew this up?

Tubbo: They built this big obsidian contraption, like, overnight. I couldn’t even see it coming and they rained TNT for days.

Wilbur: Wait that’s… hold on. Why would- why would Techno and Phil do this? Why would Techno and Phil wanna blow up L’Manberg? Didn’t they live here? I mean, I don’t know about Techno but-

Tubbo: No, Techno and Phil, they hated the government. I mean, it was partially my fault as well.

Wilbur: But you didn’t blow it up.

Tubbo: No, I didn’t. I would never have wished for anything like this to happen.

Wilbur: Then it was just Techno and Phil?

Tubbo: ...Yes.

Wilbur: Sorry, that’s kind of hit me. Not- not the blowing up part! I mean, that- I’ve done that, you know, I’m not- I’m not shaken up about that. The thing I’m shaken up about, man, is that (laughs) you rebuilt this? After I’d gone!

Tubbo: Well I can’t take all the- I can’t take all the credit, obviously, but-

Wilbur: Oh yeah the- yeah the- fucking ghost- you ca- man, you rebuilt this! Bro, you- fuck a grave! I was so pressed about not having a grave. Screw a grave! I built something that you- that you love- that you wanted to preserve, that’s-

Tubbo: Yeah, I really, honestly, I mean-

Wilbur: Tubbo, that’s worth more to me than a grave. That’s worth more to me than this shrine. That’s worth more to- Tubbo this is probably the best gift I’ve ever been given, just this knowledge, that you actually cared enough to rebuild this community after it fell.

Tubbo: Oh, I’m glad you’re happy.

Wilbur: You- (laughs) I’m sorry… Oh, man… Tubbo, thank you.

Tubbo: I mean, I- it’s alright, I’ve just- I feel lost without L’Manberg. All my core beliefs, everything died with it.

Wilbur: You feel lost without- without your nation.

Tubbo: I have no purpose anymore. What’s the point?

Wilbur: I guess that’s where anarchy fails… Tubbo. I have a little- a little thing going. It’s not big, it’s nothing much yet, you know, it’s just- it’s not a big deal! You know, it’s a- it’s a little burger van at the moment, but I’ve got big plans, big plans for it. Uh, Tubbo, it’s called Paradise. I was wondering if you-

Tubbo: Paradise?

Wilbur: Yeah. Would you like to come join me in- in Paradise? Literally.

Tubbo: Hmm… I- I’m not sure, Wilbur. I’m not- I’m not sure I trust you, man. I need to- in order to follow someone, I need to trust them.

Wilbur: Wait… (laughs) But you- I thought you forgave me! I thought it was- you know, you-

Tubbo: Yeah, Wilbur, I forgive you because I like to hang onto the hope that people can change, but I don’t trust you yet, Wilbur.

Wilbur: Ok. Well Tubbo, I’ve literally- I was dead for thirteen years. I know it wasn’t long for you! I know it was only a couple months for you, but thirteen years, Tubbo. Thirteen years of my life. I aged! Look at me! I’m not- I’m not the same young man you knew! I- I’ve been through it and in those thirteen years, Tubbo, I wasn’t just sat twiddling my thumbs just going “ooh this is nice! I’m in darkness right now!” you know, I was- I was thinking! I relived that explosion in my head so many times, man, and- and- and I… I get that you don’t- you don’t trust me, I do, but like, man, look at me, bro! I’m not gonna do it again! I’m not gonna- I’m not gonna hurt you again. I’m not gonna, you know… I know you had that- you- at the festival? With Technoblade? I never spoke to you properly about this… I… I could’ve saved you.

Tubbo: But you didn’t.

Wilbur: I- Tubbo, I’m- I’m reaching out to you here, man, I’m- I’m on my knees, bro. Like, I- I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry and I really- and I- literally, your forgiveness means so much to me but it doesn’t- it doesn’t give up what I did to you and it doesn’t give up how I failed you as a friend… you know, as a- I mean fuck- as a coworker. Just, you know, anything. And- Ranboo, you might not’ve known all of this and I’m really sorry if it’s your first time hearing it. I can explain later on, but like-

Ranboo: Alright.

Wilbur: Tubbo, like (laughs) man, I’m- I wanna make it up to you and you know what? I appreciate that you don’t trust me yet. I do.

Tubbo: Wilbur in order for you to gain my trust back, you have to prove it first. I can’t just give it out anymore. I used to be able to but I just- I just can’t.

Wilbur: Tubbo, I- I really appreciate it. And I mean that genuinely. I appreciate it. And I’m gonna go out and I’m gonna prove to you that I’m worth being trusted again. I promise. I’ll do it!

Tubbo: Ok.

Wilbur: I’ll do it! I’ll redeem myself! And you’ll- you’ll-

Tubbo: You know I still have dreams, right? Of the explosion and- and of the fireworks and- and all of it. I- I still- I vividly see all of it every day… It hurts. It hurts a lot, Wilbur.

Wilbur: I- Tubbo, I- Tubbo, Tubbo- I know- Tubbo, Tubbo, Tubbo please! I- I know... I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I… it feels like such a weak word. I feel like there’s nothing stronger that I can say. And I- and I understand what you mean about how my actions need to reflect it and they will. Give me time. I’m gonna- I’m gonna make something. I’m gonna make something of this. And I’m gonna… um… Tubbo, do you know how fucking strong you are? And I’m not- I’m not just saying- trying to say this- I- I’ve got your forgiveness and I know I need to earn your trust but man, I just wanna let you know, I… you’re so strong, man. Genuinely. You j- just the fact that you proved to me just there. That you- you have these memories and you have these nightmares and you still found it in your heart to forgive me, thats… (sighs) you’re a fucking champion, man. You’re a- you’re a hero. Look, I get you don’t wanna join me in Paradise. We won’t talk about it any more, but… come on. At least come and see! Come and see what me and Ranboo have done! Look, I- I dunno- Ranboo, are you and Tubbo friends? Are you and Tubbo like, good friends?

Ranboo: Umm, yeah. Yeah. I’d say so.

Tubbo: Mhm.

Wilbur: Yeah well why don’t you come and, you know, come and see what I’ve made! Come and see what I’ve got going on, at least! Come on man, let’s go, let’s go! Ranboo, Tubbo!

Tubbo: I… I think I’m gonna stay here, Wilbur. I think I’m more- I’m fine just to stay here.

Wilbur: No, no. Man, man... No worries. Look at me. Look at me, bro! Bro! Chin up! Look. Lucky rabbit’s foot!

Tubbo: Ok…

Wilbur: Tommy gave this to me, man. Lucky rabbit’s foot.

Tubbo: Lucky rabbit’s foot.

Wilbur: Lucky rabbit’s foot, man. Chin up! Come on, I’ll- Ranboo I’ll- I- you can come, man. It’s cool. Let’s go. Let’s go.

Ranboo: Yeah, I will. I will, I will. (to Tubbo) Do you need me to- do you need me to stay here?

Tubbo: N-no, I- (sniffs) I would like to be left alone, please!

Ranboo: Oh. You sure? I mean, I can- I can stay…

Tubbo: Yes! I’m fine!

Wilbur: Ranboo! Ranboo! Let’s go, man.

Ranboo: Sure. Ok. Yep! Let’s- let’s go.

Wilbur: See you, Tubbo! I’ll send a letter!

Tubbo: Uh-huh.

Wilbur: Alright. Come on, Ranboo.

Ranboo: Alright.

Wilbur: (sighs) Oh, man… This is- I mean I’ve gotta- I’ve gotta, you know, I was gonna say “this is hard” but obviously it’s hard. I mean, I’ve…

Ranboo: It is difficult, yeah.

Wilbur: It’s- it’s difficult. It’s difficult, man. But you know, it’s- it’s gonna get better! It’s gonna get better and it’s gonna be worth it when I see them smiling. All of them.

Ranboo: Yeah!

Wilbur: Tubbo, Jack, Niki, Tommy… Anyone! Do you know who the original L’Manberg group were? Do you know who we were?

Ranboo: I- oh, I think I know most of them, yeah. I think it was like, you, Jack, Niki, and Fundy I believe as well…

Wilbur: Mhm. Fundy was a bit after. Fundy was after we’d gotten it-

Ranboo: Hmm. Yeah I don’t really- I don’t really know much about the L’Manberg history.

Wilbur: That’s alright. No, you’ve got it down! That’s correct. It’s- it was- it was that group and uh, we um… yeah we fought against Dream, uh… and we managed to- we succeeded! And we created a- a life for ourselves- Ranboo, I’m gonna tell you something I’ve never really told anyone. I try- I try and keep this on the low because I don’t want uh, I don’t want people to use it against me, is the main problem. I d- I didn’t even tell Tommy! I lied to Tommy, I’ll be honest. I- I’m gonna tell him soon that I lied to him because it- it kinda eats away at me. But I told- I told Tommy that- that I didn’t actually care about L’Manberg and that it was just, like, a tool for me to use to gain like, you know, power and stuff but it’s not- it’s not true. L’Manberg is- was really important to me and it is still, to this day, I- I- I want it to, um, I want- I want it’s history to live on, not as a stain caused by me, you know. I basically took a big shit on the history books, it feels like. I wanna- I wanna make it- I wanna make it feel like it was, you know, it was something that happened, you know. It was a great thing! You know, think of the good times, the- the years of safety that- well, not years but you know, the- the time of safety! The time of fun! Prosperity, you know! We built parks! We- we had, you know, no taxes. We had big walls. We had democracy! Albeit a slightly disjointed version of it, but you know… I want- that’s how people remember L’Manberg. That- that’s what people think of when they think of our nation, you know? That’s- and Tubbo- Tubbo’s the last connection we really have. I mean, he- he’d said it himself, he’s kind of, you know, he’s got nothing without it. I’ve heard about what- what Tommy’s you know, moved on and how Jack’s moved on and… Niki’s moved on. And everyone’s moved on from L’Manberg, at least partially. But Tubbo, man, he’s still-

Ranboo: Yeah, he’s still very very strung up about it. Even though it’s been a...while. He- he distracts himself though, with projects and everything. Which is nice, but…

Wilbur: Projects, I mean (laughs)

Ranboo: I mean, yeah. Yeah, this one as well.

Wilbur: I think he’s gonna be alright. He’s gonna be alright. I’m- I’m looking at him.

Ranboo: I hope so.

Wilbur: I’m looking out for him… Anyway, Ranboo I want to say thank you, man, for, you know, for trusting me this quick. I mean, you barely- you’ve barely known me, like, you know…

Ranboo: Yeah, I mean-

Wilbur: Very long and you’ve instantly just, you know… You’ve done all this with me and you’ve worked with me and I- I, you know I- I don’t- I don’t know where I’d be without you here, right now man. I mean Tommy’s great and all and he’s here but I- I feel like- you know, I don’t wanna string him along too much because he’s- I- when I- when I look at him, when I look at him when he’s helping me out, building things with me… I- I see the same eyes that looked at me when- when… There were some- there weren’t some fun times in the ravine of Pogtopia. I wasn’t a very well man and I could just see Tommy from that day.

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