#also i made c!wilbur afraid of the dark

[nefkyo]

Writing In The Sand

a c!TNTduo/quackbur fic (and my first official fanfic ever) where c!Wilbur meets c!Quackity before the ending of their S1 lore, but things don't go according to plan. At all.

I don't know how tagging works, but this fic contains:

Spoilers for c!Quackity's an c!Wilbur lore finale, mentions of alcohol, hungover antics, miscommunication?, I don't have it in me to write smut rn but there is pre-marital kissing, fluff but also angst, I'm still not sure if I want a sad or happy ending so don't count on it, a single mention of c!Tommy's lore and overall a lot of flashbacks

Chapter 1 (1/?)

Wilbur stirs awake, head bobbed to the side, horrible weights crushing the sides of his temples. He shifts onto a bed that is too luscious to recognize as his own. The velvet blankets underneath him are too light to be the ones you'd use in a warm house in the middle of the snow.

He didn't go home. He stayed. Fuck.

He sits up on his elbows and pinches his eyebrows, and realizes his glasses are missing. He snaps his head around, feeling the bedsheets in the relative darkness. The only light seems to be coming from curtains that were left a single clumsy ray of light filter in the room. Which was huge. As was the bed. And the window. Fuuuuck.

His fingers wrapped around something new. They were definitely not his glasses. It was something light and nimble, soft but not as much as the stuffing of a pillow, and it seemed to move on its own. Whatever it was attached to also shifted and made an almost human noise that resembled a grumble of discomfort, and Wilbur realized he was holding Quackity's tail. And his other hand was resting clumsily on a wing.

Quackity. Quackity was sleeping next to him.

FFFUUUUUUUCK.

He basically leapt off the bed. His heart and his brain were running two, maybe three marathons at once. What his he doing there? What is he doing here? And what now, should he wake him up? No, he couldn't. Not yet, at least. For some reason, he felt he needed to see him first. Was it out of spite? Out of pride? ...Affection?

Flashes of images from the night before were already seeping in. Sand being strangely cold in his fist. A pile of empty glasses, ice melting slowly inside. Elaborate drinks and straight vodka. Quackity's eyes glinting up at him before both tastes blend in his mouth.

As he staggered towards the drawn curtains, he bumped into his own shoes. He also realized the lower half of his body was still clothed, socks included. He checked his pockets and sure enough, his glasses were tucked in there, miraculously intact. He opened the temple tips and placed them on his head.

He peeked out behind the curtain. He wasn't afraid of heights, his father basically uprooted the fear out of him, but holy shit they were high up. He could see all of Las Nevadas from there. The sky over the sandy hills and still dormant city was grey. It must've been midday already.

From the window, he spots the lavish bar he found Quackity in some ridiculous time at night. He hadn't drank anything yet, just kept picking at a plate of olives with a toothpick. Which he threatened him with as he sat down two seats away from him.

He turned around, hand slowly pulling back the curtain just enough. And he looked out in awe.

Quackity was barely more dressed than him, resting on his side. His right arm was drooped over his head, on which he was shocked not to find the infamous beanie. He spotted it on the floor, right below his flabby left hand. And his wings, oh my god, his wings were splayed out, hanging with some sort of grace over his body. It almost seemed his left wing was shielding him from the light like a veil of protection.

He now remembers the dancing. They were enough drinks and chatter in that Quackity had stopped holding everything like it could double as a weapon, and had decided to take him to the lounges a few steps from the bar, holding a bottle of gin and two glasses in the same hand. The whole place was empty except for the two of them, and they sat on these velvet couches next to a jukebox. "You want to pick something? Go ahead." Quackity asked him, sat on the couch in front of him. "Hm, I dunno." he replied, realizing he'd been staring at it. "It feels kind of weird to look at music discs that hold no meaning for the first time in a while, doesn't it?" he chuckled, and strangely enough, Quackity did as well. He stood up and picked a disc himself. He doesn't remember what the song was, maybe he was more focused on watching Quackity miraculously untense. It was gradual enough you couldn't tell he was very into it at first, but at some point he just let loose. It reminded him of Niki's birthday party, except there was no party to entertain. It was just the two of them. He remembers Quackity pulling him in to dance as well, and the song shifting to something softer that brought his hands to his waist, and Quackity's on his shoulders. It was intimate. It was pretty.

Wilbur snapped out of it, realizing he might've woken up if he kept shining light on him. A thought he hoped his hungover mind would've repressed for just one more minute. "Today is the day." he whispered to himself. He sighed and let go of the curtain.

Guided by what he had memorized of his surroundings he came across his sweater, discarded carelessly on a chair, then his shirt at the foot of the bed. Both reeked of alcohol, but so did he, and it's not like he knew his way around wherever he was enough to find a washing machine. He did, however, find the bathroom.

He squinted his eyes at the flash of the light above, and barely cared to notice how immaculate the whole place was. He held onto the marble bowl of the sink with both hands and looked in the mirror: saying he looked more dead than he already was would've been an understatement. He washed himself up as best as he could and drank so, so much tap water.

As he was about to close the door, he noticed a 'Do Not Disturb' sign hanging on the doorknob. He looked up and noticed a golden plate with the number 801. He was in the hotel! And it was as expensive as it looked from the outside, judging by the tidiness and faint smell of cologne permeating the hall. Wilbur prayed he had any money left in his coat, wherever he'd lost it, and also to find a spare key downstairs when the door ungracefully slipped out of his grip and locked him out. (Quackity definitely had the original somewhere on his person, but the chances of waking him up were too high.)

He took the elevator down to the ground floor ("holy shit, it goes up to 17?!") and reached an immense reception. Initially, he was surprised to see people already awake, until he noticed they were all employees. All smiling, dressed in pristine uniforms, carrying serviette trays, luggage and cleaning products. Not an actual customer in sight. It only came to him as he was reaching the front desk that he was also the only human in sight. Behind the desk was something green and slick, shaped like a man with a wide smile, who immediately met his eyes and greeted him with a half-screamed "Good afternoon, Wilbur Soot from L'Manberg!", almost giving him a heart attack.

Now he remembers why he was never the one to order anything at the bar. Because the bartender - who looked exactly like the receptionist, by the way - was a tall slimey abomination who only responded to Quackity's requests. When he asked about it, Quackity said something about "an experiment" and being short on staff. And people in Las Nevadas in general. He does remember Quackity drunkenly telling one "And start listening to the customers too, goddamn it! He's been here this whole time and I had to order and do everything for both!"

"Y-Yes, uhm, good afternoon." Wilbur answered, clearing his throat as he glanced up at the huge metal clock. Sure enough, it was 12:39 PM. "Lunch will be served in approximately 21 minutes, Mr. Soot." the receptionist said without even looking at the clock. "N-no... That's not what I was looking for..." "Well, what can we do for you, Mr. Soot?" he responded without missing a beat. Wilbur placed his hands on the mahogany counter, which he could almost see his own reflection in, and tentatively asked "See, I seem to have lost my coat somewhere... It's a brown--" "Ah! Not to worry Mr. Soot, it's right here!" the receptionist exclaimed again. And without ever breaking eye contact, he reached in a compartment underneath the counter and pulled out his jacket, neatly folded inside a plastic wrapping and, even more surprisingly, clean. "You dropped it as you and Quackity from Las Nevadas were making your way up the stairs!"

"We took the stairs?" he asked mindlessly as he discretely checked his coat's pockets (no, not a sign of cash).

"Sure did! As you came in last night, you said you needed to steady your legs because you couldn't feel them, so Mr Quackity from Las Nevadas helped you walk until you reached the 3rd floor, where you shouted 'I am NOT walking up 7 more bloody flights of stairs, Big Q!' and finally took the elevator!"

Wilbur didn't know if he was cringing at the receptionist's horrible impression of a British accent or his retelling of his drunk antics. "...Right, uhm... So, I also came down to ask--" "Would you like some water and aspirins? Still on Mr. Quackity's tab, not to worry!" the man whispered with a ridiculously forced wink, probably an attempt to be friendly. So he's paying for everything and NOTHING, since he owns the place. Wilbur nodded, and as the receptionist finally broke eye contact with him to reach into the mini fridge behind him, he asked "Do you also have, uhm... A spare room key?" and watched in horror as the receptionist completely turned his head to face him like an owl. "Of course! Room 801, was it? I have it right here!"

After the nearly traumatic experience at the reception, Wilbur rushed back to the room and opened the door carefully. More light was seeping into the room by the minute. Quackity was now sleeping on his back, almost completely splayed on the bed. Again, Wilbur had to tell himself to focus. He poured himself a glass of water with an aspirin from the expensive bottle, then placed another with the same fizzling medicine on Quackity's nightstand. He scavenged for the man's missing clothing pieces and folded them as best as he could, sometimes looking back at him. He didn't have much time, but he still decided to leave a note. He consistently cursed himself under his breath as he struggled to write coherent sentences on the back of a hotel visiting card. He settled on the message and put it against the glass.

Alright, time to go.

He glanced down at Quackity. His relaxed face, with his lips slightly ajar. And his hair, a complete mess. He remembers running his hands through it. Very silky.

Start moving. You have to go.

And a vision came to him, of how they helped unbutton each other's shirts and traced lines over the scars and stitches. And how how beautiful it was that someone who had just as much history on his body knew exactly how to touch them, caress them, kiss them. And--

He wouldn't want you to stay anyway.

Someone knocked at the door. Wilbur rushed to open it, and sure enough, it was another one of those slimy things, this time in a ridiculous maid outfit. "Good afternoon, Wilbur Soot from L'Manberg! I am here to clean the room!" the maid announced way too loudly, and Wilbur shushed it. "Mr Quackity is still sleeping. Let him wake up on his own." he whispered, and the maid simply answered "Okay Mr Soot." with a surprisingly soft voice. Wilbur closed the door behind them slowly. Knowing he had no reason to open it again left a bitter taste in his mouth. The maid asked "Where are you going by yourself, Mr Soot?", to which he simply responded "Home" before disappearing down the stairs.

#mcyt #dsmp #dsmp lore #c!wilbur lore finale #c!quackity #c!quackbur #c!tntduo #las nevadas finale #it's the first time I write official fanfiction so bare with me #fanfiction #tntduo #tntblr #tntduo fanfic #WITS writing in the sand #nefkyo can write

[painless-innit-colourful]

Oh my God. Oh my God. I have been blown away. This is next level.

Tommy's acting in his stream last night was Next Level Insane. I don't know where to begin. The way he jumped everytime the guardian noises sounded, the way he asked Dream to pinch him and then immediately panicked, running back and forth and begging him not to do it ever again?

In the dark bit with Wilbur and the shaky breaths, the way he argued and shouted with him... What the hell has c!Wilbur been saying that's made him never want to have him back?

How he asked how everyone is? Mentioning so many people: Tubbo and Sam and Phil and Fundy and Sapnap at one point I think?

All of his on-camera mannerisms: cracking his knuckles when he thought he was preparing to kill Dream, shaking his head whenever he said something he didn't like, his tone of voice?! The whole time, worried and afraid, begging Dream, pleading with him? Also I can't remember why exactly but he apologised to him once (for shouting at him I think) and the way he would whisper-apologise in character whenever he quickly tabbed out.

This is a Tommyinnit acting appreciation post. If we thought exile was good, this is a new height of incredible. I am not an empathetic person (whooo fellow nds I'm sure you can relate) but my heartstrings were torn to shreds watching that stream. I cannot believe how far his skills have come on, and quite frankly, I am both terrified and excited out of my mind for whatever's coming up next.

#dream smp #tommyinnit #dreamwastaken #wilbur soot #tommy prison arc #crim speaks #in this house we appreciate cc!tommy's acting skills #because holy moly

[lonely-lost-soul]

Of Immortality and Nymphs

(Philza Minecraft x Reader)

Request 2: Just c!philza simping over reader!!

Requested by: Anonymous 

(Okay maybe I got a little carried away with this one...) 

~~~

     He met her for the first time when he was a young man, who barely understood the world around him. Messing with things he shouldn’t was his specialty so when he heard there used to be Nymphs in the nearby forests, he just had to find out if they were extinct or not. Phil flipped through his worn journal and tapped his quill on the paper, he wanted to document his journey to finding the supposedly mythical creature. After all, this was one of his first real adventures all by himself he wouldn’t accept any form of defeat. He popped the cork off the invisibility potion he had and downed it with one swig. Phil, now hidden, wandered into the forest of the last known location, of the last recorded Nymph. Not being visible to the creatures in the forest allowed Phil to take in the beauty of nature around him, he could get close to the animals and see them in their natural habitat. The forest was beautiful, sunlight peeking in through the leaves of the trees, it was magical. He placed his hand on the trees running his hand over the bark with a smile, Phil heard a soft twinkling in his ear, and his head shot up. Always trigger happy he put his hand on his sword, in the middle of a nearby clearing stood a beautiful woman with gorgeous (h/c) hair. Flowers and leaves seemed to be interwoven within the strands, her ears were elf-like in appearance adorned with gold piercings. Her dress flowed in the wind, it was a soft almost translucent green decorated with leaves, in her hand was a baby chick. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, it was clear she was the Nymph that the old stories were talking about, thank god for the invisibility potion. 

Pulling out his journal once more he began to sketch a picture of the elegant woman, he didn’t want to forget her face. The man looked up once more to finish up the sketch and the Nymph was gone, he frowned sadly, he did hope he could get to talk to her. 

     “What’re you drawing?” Phil snapped his notebook shut letting out a startled yelp, he turned to look at the figure beside him. The potion must’ve worn off when he wasn’t looking, however beside him was said Nymph. His jaw almost dropped open, did she have no self-preservation? “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you!” She stepped a few steps back and he held out his arm to stop her. 

     “No! No, you’re alright!” He put his hand to his heart, “I’m Phil. and you are?” 

     “(Y/n). Are you human?” 

     “Tragically,” Phil gave her a little smile as she tilted her head curiously. “Are you a Nymph?” You looked a little hesitant, he watched as your ears twitched in an undeniably cute way. He felt himself melt a little as you gave a nod, 

     “A Meliae if you want to get specific,” you smiled fondly giving him a teasing wink. Opening his notebook again he scribbled that down next to the figure drawing of you, you sat down in front of him watching in awe, “Is that your language’s written system?” Looking back up at her curious expression Phil once again felt his heartbeat speed up in his chest. 

     “It is. You’re very clever,” He hummed and was delighted in the way you flushed up to the tips of your ears. You waved him off, 

     “I’m not that clever. When you’ve been around as long as I have you pick up on certain things,” He watched you carefully as you sat down beside him resting on your knees. Curiously Phil tilted his head,

     “How long have you been around?”

     “Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a woman her age?” She shot back a grin on her features, oh Phil was in love. Nymphs did tend to have that effect on people, people fall hard and fast for them, but Phil didn’t care. 

     “My apologies, that was rude of me huh?”

     “Very.” She teased with a snicker, “I’ve honestly lost count at this point.” 

     “You’ve lost track? So you’re immortal then?” Phil’s entire face lit up the excitement prevalent on his features, “Tell me everything.” He pleaded, with a soft laugh you began to share your tale with the man in front of you. Phil was enamored she had lived more lifetimes than he could begin to comprehend, what he wouldn’t do to have that gift. The duo talked long into the evening and well into the next morning, Phil knew he had to head home soon. Not that he had anyone waiting for him back home, but he couldn’t stay with her forever as much as he wanted to. “When can I see you again?” He whispered taking your hands within his own, he couldn’t help but notice how soft they were for someone living in a forest. You hesitantly pressed your finger to his earring, 

     “They’ll start to glow whenever I’m near. So you can always find me,” You whispered cupping his cheek in your hand, he felt himself lean into it. “I’ll see you soon Phil,” You leaned forward pressing a tender kiss to his lips before disappearing in a flurry of flowers and leaves. Phil let out a shaky breath bringing his fingers to his lips a wild smile appearing across them. He opened his journal one last time adding ‘great kissers’ to his list of things about the Nymph of the forest. 

They met many more times after that, and with each meeting, Phil only fell more and more in love with her. He wanted to protect you and keep you safe especially after telling him that Nymphs were hunted for their tears that give immortality but now without the expense of the Nymph. Yet even with his pleading, you wouldn’t leave the forest you called home. You told him maybe one day you could, but you were the only Nymph protecting the forest and you had to stay to protect your home. Ever the gentleman Phil would drop the conversation and steer it into another direction said direction ended with a lot of kissing. 

As the years flew by Phil found himself growing older and you remaining the same and as beautiful as ever, he wanted to be immortal with you. He never wanted to lose you, so he made a deal with the God of undying, sacrificing his three lives for one immortal life so he could remain by your side forever. He’d also have to give up part of his humanity, he was bestowed giant black crow-like wings. But he’d do anything so long as he got to be by your side for the rest of eternity. Phil didn’t want to tell you at first, afraid you’d be mad but it was hard to hide giant black wings and the man could never stay far away from you. When he finally saw you again you knew what went down practically immediately. Surprisingly you took it much better than he originally thought, you seemed to flattered beyond belief but also pissed as hell. Desperately you tried to explain to him that immortality wasn’t a gift but a curse, seeing the world change around you while you stay young forever wasn’t as fun as it sounded. The man scoffed, shooting back a comment of his own about how he didn’t want to imagine a world without you by his side. You didn’t deserve to lose someone you loved just because they were mortal and he stood by that.

He watched your face scrunch up, cheeks turning pink at his sentiment. Mostly because you were melting around his words and he knew it too by the smirk evident on his features. Phil locked eyes with you and smiled endearingly, 

     “I love you.” 

     “I’m pregnant.” 

     “Fucking what-” He choked on his spit any argument that started before fizzled out the minute you had told you said those two words to him. He felt his features morphed in surprise before wrapping you in a tight suffocating hug. That only solidified his choices, he made the right decision, he needed to stay by you and your child’s side so long as the universe allowed him to. 

However, things weren’t all peaches and rainbows as the world changed to a dark and dismal place once more. Forests were being burned and destroyed and humans once again discovered the existence of Nymphs and wanted to hunt them down for sport. Things were dangerous, way too dangerous for you and the newborn son you shared with Phil. Reluctantly you and Phil came to a decision, to protect your baby you needed to leave, it was the only way to keep them safe. You held the baby close to your chest, tears swelling in your eyes as Phil kissed your cheeks trying to shush you softly. “It’s alright…” His voice was gentle, his big hand caressing the boy’s chocolate brown curls. 

     “It’s not alright. Phil...I don’t wanna leave you or Wilbur.” Your voice quivered and Phil’s heart shattered in pieces, “But his safety comes first.” You brought the baby up to your lips and kissed his forehead, he giggled sweetly trying to squish his mother’s cheeks. You laughed as he did so, “My sweet, lovely boy. I’ll have to leave you for a while, I don’t want to but you need to be kept safe. I…” Phil frowned watching as you choked up once more, “I’m not safe.” Even through your tears, Phil thought you were beautiful, “You can’t tell him about me…” 

     “(Y/n) I can’t- That’s just not fair-” You shushed him with a kiss to his lips, passing Wilbur off to him. 

     “If he’s anything like his father he’ll lose his mind searching for his mother. He needs to live his life.” You reached up holding Phil’s chin on your pointer finger, “He has to live life to its fullest, Nothing can hold him back. It has to stay this way until I can come back. Which I will...hopefully it won’t be too long.” You smiled up at him and Phil took in a shaky breath, 

     “What if I ruin him.” His voice was painfully tight holding his grip on Wilbur tightening as well, it made the baby squirm. You shushed him softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, his scruff tickling your chin. To him the kisses always felt electric, never devoid of passion and adoration, he leaned forward to chase those addicting lips as you pulled away. 

     “You won’t ruin him, you’re the most gentle and kind man I’ve ever met. You took care of me all these years, you’ll be amazing for Wilby.” Phil watched as you kissed Wilbur one last time before stepping away with a shaky breath. “Just be as good to him as you are to me,” You both heard the crunch of leaves, it caused you to jump a little looking around the forest frantically. 

     “Go. We’ll be fine. Just stay safe and come back to us okay?” You could only nod at him before disappearing in a gust of leaves and flowers. Phil felt his heartache and he jolted as Wilbur began to cry seemingly already missing the presence of his mother. “Oh Wilbur hush, hush for me please,” His father pleaded as he began to rock him gently this was going to be a lot harder than he would ever anticipate, but to keep you safe he’d give up the entire world. 

~~~

Decades went by, Phil had not only Wilbur to watch over but three more idiotic kids, others adopted of course. Wilbur had grown up into a strapping young man, got married, and had a son, you would be so proud of him. You’d spoil Fundy rotten, he just knew you would, he was sure you’d also spoil Tommy and Tubbo. Not to mention you’d force your motherly affection all over Technoblade and he wouldn’t have a choice but to open up to you. 

However, none of them even knew you existed, lies were told about who Wilbur’s mother was when any of them asked and it killed him on the inside to lie about you. Eventually, Wilbur just stopped asking, most likely assuming something bad happened that Phil never wanted to discuss with him. Something far too painful to even tell his son about,

 Which was half right he supposed. 

It started like any other day, Tommy and Wilbur were messing around with Dream, something about discs and war that Phil didn’t particularly care about. Wilbur had come over once again to plead with Phil for aid in the war, but once again he refused him. This time he even brought Fundy along thinking that seeing his grandson might change the older man’s mind. However, he still refused knowing it wasn’t going to end well in the long run even if Wilbur did win. Sometimes kids had to make their own mistakes to learn about the future. It’s not like he hadn’t told Wil it wouldn’t end well, he did multiple times, but the kid was just as stubborn as he was and wasn’t going to back down. 

“Dad, please. If you’d just join in we’d slay Dream and his team, all the fighting will come to an end. The nation I’m trying to create would finally be free and safe. Just help me.” Wilbur pleaded, a small whine slipping into his voice as he followed Phil and his son into the forest, “We can establish our new nation and be free from tyranny. No more war, isn’t that what you keep advocating for?” Wilbur continued to rant, not helping at all with his chores, his voice grew soft suddenly, and Fundy grabbed onto the sleeve of his jacket. 

     “What is it, kid?”

     “Your earring’s glowing pops.” Fundy pointed to his ear and Phil froze in place the wood that he collected falling out of his hands, scattering all over the forest floor.

     “Dad?” Wilbur repeated his voice growing louder in concern, Phil looked around the clearing frantically before bolting in a random direction. 

     “Grandpa!?” Fundy yelled chasing off after him, his tail puffing up anxiously, 

     “Fundy don’t just run off!” 

Phil didn’t stick around to hear them, you were around here somewhere the question was where. His heart was beating erratically in his chest, please, please god let him find you. He didn’t have to wait long, he’d recognize you anywhere you still looked the same. Standing in the middle of a flower field you looked over your shoulder, “(Y/n)! Darling!” He called out choking a little on his words, your (e/c) eyes blew wide and he heard you laugh. You ran up to him flowers growing in your wake, you launched himself at the man and he lifted you in his arms. He spun you around laughing in disbelief, using his wings you both floated in the air, he cradled the back of your head with his hand, “I can’t believe you’re here.” Phil whispered, pulling away to cup your cheeks with your hands, “you’re real.”

     “Of course I’m here silly goose. I told you I’d come back didn’t I?” You laughed fondly as he began to pepper your face in kisses, “Even if it is way later than I intended…” You trailed off with a small wince, 

     “Who cares. You’re here now and you’re safe.” He landed a kiss on your lips as you kissed him back. You tasted just as he remembered like fresh air and oranges, he wanted to swallow you whole. He never wanted to let you go again, and he never would if he had a say in the matter. 

      “Dad? What the fuck?” Wilbur blurted as Fundy and he came upon the clearing, you pulled away from Phil. Tears filling your eyes, your hands coming up to cover your mouth, Phil rested a hand on the small of your back. 

     “Wilby…” She whispered, stumbling towards the man reaching out towards him, he raised an eyebrow and flinched away from your touch. You pulled your hand back taking a little breath,

     “I’m sorry. How do you know my name?” From behind you, Phil flinched; he knew that’s what you wanted, for him not to remember you. But, fuck he felt guilty about it, he was about to feel even more guilty in a minute. 

     “She’s your mom Wilbur.” 

     “Fucking WHAT.” Wilbur sputtered taking a few steps back from the woman, “You told me my mom was a fridge!”

     “You told him what.” You turned towards Phil, eyes blazing with annoyance, he held his hands up in surrender. “Why would you tell him his mother was a fridge! I know I told you to lie but a fridge! Phil that’s not even physically possible!” You scolded the man crossing your arms over your chest, his face flushed a bright red. He even missed you yelling and scolding him, he was down bad. 

     “(Y/n) I panicked-” Phil started to explain and you cut him off with an eye roll. “I’m sorry okay, I love you.” 

Meanwhile, Wilbur and Fundy looked in between the two adults rapidly as they talked. Both equally shocked and at a loss for words, Wilbur took a step forward and grabbed your wrist. 

     “Please continue your explanation,” He commanded softly, “If you are my mom why did you leave? Why haven’t you been here?” Wilbur frowned as he watched you look away from him, 

     “How much do you know about Nymphs Wilbur?” Wilbur turned bright red and the color reached up onto the tips of his ears, “What?”

“My mom’s a Nymph.” Fundy spoke up in place of Wilbur, “her name’s Sally. I...I’m Wilbur’s son.” He watched your face melt and mouth a broken ‘son?’, Phil noticed and walked up to squeeze your hand. You had missed so much, you hoped you didn’t blame yourself, you and Phil lived too long to live with that many regrets. 

     “What happened to her?” You asked tenderly, 

     “Killed.” Wilbur said bluntly, “by hunters. Don’t worry, I made sure to dispose of them.” 

     “I-I’m so sorry.” You spoke and Wilbur couldn’t help but feel compelled into your arms. Something about you just made him want to melt into your body, he knew Phil was right in the end. You were his mother through and through, I mean the shared pointed ears said enough. 

     “Is that why you left?” Fundy asked walking over to stand beside Wilbur, Fundy’s ears pressing against his head. They both watched you nod and Phil tightened his grip on your arm, you took in another deep breath. His hand moved to wrap securely around your waist, he was here for you. He’d always be here for you.

     “When you were born, the hunters were far worse, there were much more of them. Greater numbers and they sniffed out Nymphs like hunting dogs to a rabbit. I couldn’t keep a newborn baby safe, especially one that was half Nymph...Which probably explains why Fundy’s part fox, he has more Nymph in him.” The fox hybrid seemed to light up at even the inclination that he was special in any way, shape, or form. “It was safer for me to be as far away from the both of you as possible, and I was right considering you grew up into a handsome young man with a family of his own.” You chuckled fondly leaning into Phil’s touch. “But I can understand if you don’t trust me or want to get to know me,” You smiled sadly at the man Fundy spoke up before Wilbur could. 

     “No! We want to get to know you grandma!” He blurted taking your hands in his own, you melted at the adorable way his eyes lit up. You glanced up at Wilbur who Phil totally wasn’t threatening with his eyes, 

     “I…” The man looked hesitant, but as he stared into your warm eyes once more he felt encapsulated within them. His longing for a motherly figure in his lips came back at full force and washed over him like a tidal wave. He had a mother and she was safe and here and willing to come back into his life if he was ready. 

Was he ready? Why did he feel ready?

     “Fuck that hesitance she’s grandma,” You let out a delighted laugh ruffling up Fundy’s hair, his tail wagging elatedly behind him. 

     “Don’t spoil him, love.”

     “Fuck you, I’m spoiling the hell out of my grandson. Gotta make it up to him somehow.” Fundy’s tail only wagged harder as he wrapped you in a tight hug, you hugged him back just as tightly. 

     “Hey, Hey move over champion. I get to hug my mom now.” Wilbur snapped defensively, as Fundy snickered only looking up at him mischievously hugging you tighter. You laughed in delight seeing Wilbur huff, Phil melted against you in relief. Wilbur’s face was scrunching up the exact way you do when you’re pissed, he smiled against the side of your head. Wilbur pushed his son to the side gently and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, he towered over you but couldn’t help but bury his face in your neck. You cooed softly and ran your fingers through his hair, he was gone the moment you did so, melting in your arms completely. 

Without you noticing Phil took a step away from the group just to admire the moment from an outsider’s perspective. For what felt like the hundredth time that hour Phil felt light, he felt like the weight of the world was off his shoulders. Everything was right in the universe again, you were finally holding your not-so-little boy in your arms again after all these years. Even if you did have a fox hanging off you as well, Phil let out a soft chuckle looking at the three with adoration. A long time ago he gave up his mortality and humanity for you, after you left he had pleaded to the gods once more, he swore he would give up anything for just one more day with you by his side. They had ignored his wishes, they knew without a doubt you’d be back in his arms again, and this time he wouldn’t have to give up a single thing. 

~~~

Okay but actually I had so much fun writing this??? Maybe even a Pt. II?

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[ladyddanger]

DSMP Skins Analysis!

part one: Quackity

🦆 Default Skin 🎲

Most dsmp characters have one skin they wear more then any other, often the one they wore when they first joined. C!quackity is no different. His default skin is black track pants and a dark blue track jacket with two white stripes that go over his shoulder to his hands on each arm. He also seems to wear black gloves and shoes. His hair is long about shoulder length swept back from his cheeks with bangs going out over his forehead. His hair doesn’t change during any of his other skins. This skin is very causal and fits c!quackity very well. It’s not fancy but it’s comfortable and easy to move around in.

Marburg Skin

C!Quackity’s Manburg skin is very different from his default one as it’s very professional. His blue and black track jacket is replaced with a formal black suit with large white buttons. He is wearing a dress shirt under the suit jacket as you can see the sleeves of it poking out. C!quackity is also smirking confidently and has a pair of black shaded sunglasses on. This shows the burst of confidence in himself and c!schlatt. C!quackity was very hopeful and wanted to make Manburg a better place as much he also wanted to benefit himself. During pogtopia he changes back to his default skin.

Butcher Army and Post Butcher army Skin. (Scar skin)

Butcher Army skin: The skin is c!Quackity’s normal skin but with a bloody apron. It ties loosely in the back and reaches down almost all the way to his feet. This shows c!quackity declining mental state as his abuse by c!schlatt and the losing his home convinces him violence is the only answer.

Post Butcher army skin:

I put these two together because c!Quackity’s post butcher army but pre las’nevdas skin is the same as his default skin but with an eye scar. So anything I said about his default skin will apply to his post butcher army skin minus the fact that his post butcher skin has a scar. The scar is two blocks (?) long cutting thorough the right side of his face. It starts just under his hair line and goes thorough his eye and part of his lip/mouth. The scar has canonically made c!quackity partly blind in his right eye. During the doomsday and post butcher army arc it is bright red and fresh. This skin shows c!quackity at rock bottom. Scared and completely defeated.

♥️ Las’nevdas skin ♣️ (pre slime death)

Quackity’s normal las’nevdas is the most formal we’ve seen since his suit in the Manburg days. He’s taken off his classic blue and black track jacket and replaced it with a white button down. He’s wearing dress pants and shoes and a red tie (c!schaltt also wore a red tie)

He also has a pocket watch. Quackity’s hair is still worn long but he has a scar over his right eye. It’s not the bright red it was during the last few days of New La’manbrug and doomsday suggesting that it has healed and faded a bit. If you look very closely over his left shoulder you can see a bit of blue from his track jacket. While that’s probably just a mistake with the skin I like to headcannon that Quackity cut up his track jacket and sewed a tiny bit onto his uniform to remind him of the person he used to be. Lastly Quackity’s shirt seems to be stained with blood. We can assume this is from his “visits” with them. Interestingly nobody on the sever mentions it. Implying A. They some how don’t notice that c!quackity is walking around with blood stains on his clothing. B. They do notice and they don’t know where it’s from. They either didn’t care or are to afraid to ask. Or C. As c!dream assumes they do notice think something may be up with the prison and just don’t care. This seems to be supported by c!tommy saying he’s heard that c!quackity quote “tortures the shit out of c!dream.” However he uses c!Quackity’s scar for proof instead of the blood and later seems surprised when c!dream says he was tortured making this a possible mistake by cc!tommy and not cannon. The only outside mention of c!quackity’s las’nevdas skin is in Wilbur’s hitting on sixteen.

💀 Post slime death 💧

Form this skin we can tell c!quackity both canonically cried and stoped taking care of himself after c!slime died. Not only that but during that whole lore stream he got pretty badly hurt.

As you can see in the picture below: his shirt is stained torn and bloodied his tie is gone and suspenders are broken however he still has his pocket watch.

Some of the blood is c!techno’s and c!dream’s since he attacked them but I like to think some of the blood is from when purpled trapped him. This is more of a headcannon then anything but if you look really closely at his right foot it seems like part of his shoe is missing. This is different then his normal skin when the shoes is still there. I head-cannon that him twisting his ankle when he fell into c!purple’s trap since it was a pretty big drop.

🥷 Ninja Skin 🌙

This is a skin c!quackity has only worn a few times. The first time he meet slime and the prison break. It’s a black outfit and a hood that totally hides any of his face features. This black is also lined with grey .

#oh my god this took so long #y’all don’t even know #this app hates me #ANYway I wanna do c!dream next #and then mabye c!sam or c!wilbur #dsmp lore #dream smp lore #dsmp analysis #dsmp lore analysis #dream smp analysis #dream smp lore analysis #c!quackity #c!quackcicle #c!slimecicle #c!slime #c!big q

[balillee]

for dark, twisted and evil purposes, here's a list of all of the traumatic events c!tommy has witnessed, experienced or has been a part of:

- has had his life taken twice by dream during the war for independence, and the instance in the control room led him to having a panic attack upon his return there.

- has fought in multiple wars, including but not limited to the initial disc war, the war for independence, the manberg vs pogtopia war, and doomsday (if that's counted as a war and not just the server's version of an intentional chernobyl)

- has witnessed his best friend's death twice, once at the hands of someone he looked up to who proceeded to claim that he was peer pressured into it despite literally massacring a crowd of innocents just following that.

- was gaslit and abused by dream during his exile, and then was radicalised and never properly healed from his trauma when he was with techno.

- has watched the country he founded and died for get blown up not once, not twice, but three times.

- on the second occasion, he had to watch his older brother and role model get stabbed by his own father per his request.

- had a front row seat to techno's encouragement of wilbur's downward spiral in pogtopia, and couldn't really do anything about it. had to spend months in a ravine with someone who wasn't quite wilbur, but someone who looked like the brother he remembered fondly.

- following his very justified outburst at techno following one of the deaths of his best friend, wilbur told techno to beat tommy to death in a pit.

- has had his home exploded.

- was disrespected and not at all listened to by techno when the two lived together briefly.

- had to lead a rebellion against a tyrannical dictator, who was being backed up by the server's version of god.

- had sacrificed his most prized possessions for his friend's freedom and safety, only for him to be regarded as a violent instigator, and not someone who actually often opted to resolve things peacefully when he could.

- techno has tried to kill him on multiple occasions, most notably when he spawned withers on l'manberg the first time. also has made many threats on his life and his country.

- was exiled by his best friend who was being manipulated by an evil 'deity'.

- has almost killed himself on multiple occasions.

- has been insulted by techno multiple times for wanting to be the hero, when all he wants is to live happily and without the fear of dying or without the fear of conflict anymore.

- watched the ghost of his older brother get stabbed in a failed resurrection attempt, and when asked whether or not it's a good idea, all he could say was 'Alivebur wasn't so poggers'. was visibly and audibly uncomfortable, and when it appeared as if even ghostbur wasn't coming back, lashed out at phil and had to leave to avoid an apparent anxiety attack.

- was told that wilbur's explosion of l'manberg was his fault, despite actively working to prevent it.

- has been blamed for the trauma that wilbur dispensed onto the pogtopians like a fucking gumball machine.

- has people actively planning to either take him down or murder him because of misconceptions.

- has been abused or traumatised by most, if not all of the adult figures in his life, who seem to only be capable of 'teaching him a lesson' by killing him, threatening him, or destroying everything he has, and are then suprised when he lashes out.

- has been betrayed multiple times by dream, wilbur, phil, tubbo and techno respectively, and while he can't physically make amends with wilbur, and he shouldn't make amends with dream, nor should he he forced to reconcile with phil and techno, he still tries to protect tubbo.

- has been the subject of vitriol from most characters and has become a scapegoat for war crimes and terrorism on the server.

- as a teenager, has become a war veteran and a political puppet.

- he is afraid to speak out about his trauma that he experienced in exile to others, even tubbo.

- is in the middle of training to fight god.

- has become too tired to continue arguing whether or not he's a war criminal and a terrorist, because it's happened so often, and he's trying to renounce the power that the perceptions of others have over him.

- has lost multiple emotional support animals, most notably henry.

and despite ALL OF THAT, he's trying to be a better person. he's milder in demeanor, he's polite in that he asks for things, will apologise to people even if they may not deserve it, he gifts people things, and he refuses to take apologies from the people that have wronged him - likely because of self-loathing.

i will protect this sixteen year old with my life, and i will enjoy mutilating his stubborn adversaries.

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[scoutpologist]

ok please elaborate on the more uptight wilbur/phil/techno in dark sbi trope thats facinating and i want to hear more

because i think all of them have the potential to be INCREDIBLY morally lawful and it's. so interesting. for this i'm going to be using the term "morally uptight" or just "uptight" to mean very strict in their morals and leaning towards the "good" end of the spectrum. i'm drawing from the "stiffly conventional in manner or attitudes" definition of uptight, not the nervous definition.

c!techno has very strict morals in terms of "government and exploitation bad". he will not budge on this. he's one of the most die-hard characters in terms of his morals, even if he's afraid of. yknow. actually dying. but either way that is his hill and he has made his home on it and he's not budging - he's stubborn as fuck. he's got his code, and while it's not purely "good" in the traditional sense, it's not purely "bad" either. this is what makes him a very lawful character and thus, the potential to be what i called uptight. he thinks he's right and everyone else is wrong and everyone else should think like he does. he thinks that meaningless violence is wrong, that violence should have some message; he believes that battle is a method of communication, a form of conversation. he doesn’t just willy nilly kill people, he talks and then fights when they don’t listen. that’s not a “dark” viewpoint imo. it’s more morally neutral.

c!wilbur probably has the potential to be the most uptight about moral shit because of how deeply pacifistic he was in the beginning, to the point of outlawing armor. he was a shiny-eyed idealist with a code for what's okay and what isn't and violence was very high on the not okay list. taking him before the whole l’manberg shit happened you get both a deeply ambitious character and a highly idealistic one who won’t budge on his pacifist morals, which is a very interesting combo. we see later that c!wilbur definitely can and will bend his morals but i feel like him in the middle of a borderline psychotic break is not a great display of how his morals usually work. he literally lost everything and everyone and descended into deep paranoia. that does things to a person. without that breakdown he would definitely be a much different, more morally lawful person. (although i can see him bending the rules a lot more than c!techno would)

c!phil is sort of a blank slate in a way. his characterization is very subtle in canon. the one thing i’ve noticed about c!phil is that he acts like he’s immortal and long lived and knows better than everyone else and everyone is just little children who need to learn from him. his dad vibes extend beyond literally being a dad, he’s just actually older and “wiser” than everyone around him and has a very weird and skewed view of things that i can’t say is morally “evil” either. he just seems like someone who’s so out of touch with the people around him and the institutions around him. that’s another very interesting trait that makes him very “holier than thou” about his morals and shit. he seems to have the viewpoint of someone well-meaning but genuinely going about things wrong because he’s so out of touch.

so yeah realistically i can’t see any of them being weird serial killers who kidnap kids and shit for no reason???? it’s weird though because most if not all dark sbi fics are aus, meaning the characters are going to be slightly or majorly different depending on the new backstories given to them. personally i like it best when the original vibes of the characters are kept intact but i also like when people experiment and ppl can do whatever they want.

#ask #anon #thanks for the ask i fucking love talking abt them

[pathetic-dumpling]

Being People

Techno owning the fact that he was- is- a person was explosive. It was loud and powerful. It was a battlefield, with him screaming his woes to deaf ears. Dream’s realization was quiet. Almost if he hadn’t believed it himself.

aka Techno and Dream talk, and together they're just people.

warnings: implied/referenced torture, abuse, dehumanization, starvation, dark portrayals of c!quackity, and abuse of power

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Techno owning the fact that he was- is- a person was explosive. It was loud and powerful. It was a battlefield, with him screaming his woes to deaf ears. Dream’s realization was quiet. Almost if he hadn’t believed it himself.

It had been on a quiet, restless night. Techno and Dream only ever got around to talking, really talking and spilling secrets beyond simple pleasantries, at night, Techno noticed. He wonders why. Maybe it’s the serenity, the quietness knowing that you’re the only person in the world for just a little bit. That there is nothing around but the snow and the moon and the forest. There is nothing that wants to hurt Dream within the small haven countless blizzards have brought them. Maybe it was the subtle comfort of that that allows Dream to finally spill his secrets.

Dream confessed his treatment in the prison almost as if they were sins of his own to bear. He kept his head low and his voice even more so, almost as if he was afraid that someone outside of the small bubble of safety could hear. The active focus on listening made Techno’s ears flick, darting between the soft crackle of the fire and the soft curves of Dream’s voice, but he would listen the best he could. Techno made sure that no one would be able to sneak up on them like this, but as his own paranoia creeps in now and then, he can hold nothing against Dream’s quiet fear.

The torture and the pain and the fear are spilled into the night, Techno a willing listener to whatever Dream has to say. Techno tried to not let himself be angry, or at least not let the anger show. This isn’t his anger to feel. It should be Dream’s; it is Dream’s. The anger is not Techno’s. These are Dream’s experiences, his trauma. Techno knows more than anyone how frustrating it is for others to decide to feel something for you. Instead, Techno lets himself be angered by the abuse of power, something he has always stood against. He allows himself to feel empathy for the suffering his friend has gone through. He lets himself be calm and solid, something for Dream to cling to and ground himself in. It’s what he’s always done, for everyone he cares for, and Dream is no exception.

At some point, Dream started crying. His voice cracked and broke until he could no longer use it, and then signing made his arms tired, and his hands became too shaky. Techno did his best to calm Dream down, throwing out a few jokes, moving to the couch across from Dream, and offering his cape to the other. That seemed to do the trick because soon enough, Dream had control over his breathing.

Techno sighs, leaning back and rubbing at his legs. Dream had fallen silent, which he took as permission to begin adding his thoughts. “Well, you know, you deserved none of that, right? What Quackity did- it wasn’t in the right. It wasn’t good, and it certainly wasn’t deserved.”

Dream sucked in a shaky breath, wiping away some leftover tears. He sniffed, glancing over to Techno with red eyes. “Why?”

“Well… because you’re a person.” Techno shrugs.

Dream pauses. He looks down at his hands, rubbing them together. “Oh…”

“What do you mean ‘oh’?” Techno chuckled lightly. “You’ve always been a person, Dream. Y’know… we’ve worked together, you warned me about the Butcher Army… you’re just as much of a person as me.”

“No, I… I know that you-- you’re a person, yeah, but… me?” Dream’s voice breaks lightly as more tears pool. “But Quackity said-”

“What Quackity said doesn’t matter.” Techno is never really firm with Dream, but this is one thing he’ll let form a slight edge in his voice. This is one habit that he won’t quietly address with Dream. “He was your torturer, your-your abuser, Dream. What he says, whatever he said, it doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t reflect you or your character. Other people shouldn’t control who you are.”

Dream looks at him, wide-eyed as a single tear rolls down his cheeks. Techno makes a mental note to tell Phil to try to get Dream to drink more water tomorrow. “But Tommy, and Wilbur, and-and-”

“Hey, that… they were your enemies, alright?” Techno’s voice catches in his throat, and he shoves down memories that threaten to rear their heads and make his words bitter. “They’re bound to say some nasty stuff about you, okay?”

“But I did things, I-”

Techno holds his hand up, cutting Dream’s small tangent short. “Don’t tell me this stuff to justify that you aren’t a person, Dream. That you’re not worthy of basic decency, alright? Tell me this stuff on your own time; when you’re not trying to convince me of something. Plus, you’re kind of talking to a guy who blew up a country to prove that I was a person, right? I’m the wrong guy to talk to if you wanna go down the route.”

Dream watches Techno for a moment, eyes darting around, searching, looking for something that he’ll never find out here in the arctic. He sniffs, wiping at his nose, then the rest of his face, and nods silently.

“Okay,” he croaks out. “But I… I’m…”

“You’re just a guy,” Techno says, a small smile forming as he tilts his head. “You’re just a guy I watched build a dirt house after I made fun of him for being homeless one time.”

A slight, choked-out wheeze leaves Dream. “You watched that?”

“The whole time. Lead a creeper or two into your house, too.”

“You fucker,” Dream laughs, dragging his hand down his face. “Why would you do that? I worked so hard, you bastard.”

“In my defense, it was really funny.”

“Oh my god,” Dream sighs, shaking his head. “This is stupid. This is so dumb.” Dream sighs again, fondly this time. His shoulders sag, finally letting go of the tension building in his frame as his body slumps against the soft material of his chair. He pauses, letting the small, warm smile drop from his face. “Why are you so nice to me?”

Techno’s ears flick. “Have I ever told you about my ‘absolute reciprocity’ policy?”

Dream shakes his head.

“Well… those who treat me with injustice and cruelty, I will repay that tenfold. Whatever suffering they inflict upon me will be given back.”

“Like L’manberg.”

Techno nods. “But it also applies to kindness.” He holds up a finger like he’s making a speech to the syndicate. “And that kindness will also be repaid tenfold.”

Dream blinks at Techno owlishly, clearly not catching the point.

“You saved my life, Dream,” Techno smiles. “The least I can do is help you get yours back on track, all right?”

“Saved your life?” Dream echoes. “At the execution? Please. All I did was get Carl back for you.”

“You underestimate how much I love that horse.” Techno smiles when a small laugh spills out of Dream, but he hopes the message isn’t lost. Dream has been kind, has done what others haven’t for him, and Technoblade plans on repaying that.

Eventually, Dream’s dry and scratchy throat sends him into a coughing fit, shaking his frail frame in a way Techno doesn’t think he’ll ever be comfortable with. He’s up and out of his seat before Dream can even open his mouth to ask for a glass of water, returning with a full glass and passing it off gingerly. Dream sips, quietly soothing his aching throat. Techno doesn’t return to his seat just yet, planning on probing Dream just a little more before the night ends.

“You tired enough to go back to bed?” Techno asks.

“No,” Dream shakes his head lightly. “I’m kind of hungry, though.”

Techno rubs his hands together, already moving over to the kitchen as Dream watches him. “Anything you’re feeling in the mood for?”

Dream shakes his head, making Techno grimace lightly. Dream almost always has something he wants, he just has to wiggle it out, so Techno throws out a few feelers.

“Something light?” he asks. “Do you want, like, an actual meal or just a quick snack?”

“...something light, please.”

“Sure.” Techno gets to work, making a small plate of buttered toast for Dream to munch on for the time being. They, and by “they,” Techno means himself and Phil, have finally gotten Dream to warm up to the idea of asking for things like water and food but incorporating preference has still been a bit of a struggle. That’s alright, Techno has all the witty patience he needs, and Phil has lived forever, so they literally have all the time in the world for things like these. They’ll try for as long as it takes because Phil has always stayed by Techno’s side, and now Techno has decided to not leave Dream’s. Parts of him are bitter, memories still taint him in some ways, but he’s more than willing to throw them away to convince someone else that they’re human, too.

Techno can’t help but feel a slight sense of pride when he hands Dream his plate. Dream takes it with a small thanks thrown Techno’s way, holding the plate solidly in his hands before setting it down in his lap. The heat of the bread doesn’t bother him anymore like it used to, and holding ceramic plates isn’t a struggle either. The tremble in Dream’s hands is still present but not nearly as bad as it used to be. Techno doesn’t know if Dream knows how much he’s recovered and improved; because it’s all something so small, and he’s sure saying “good job being able to hold plates again” would sound a little belittling. Instead, he waits for Dream to finish eating before taking the plate back to the sink.

“Better?” Techno drapes himself over the back of Dream’s chair, letting some of his hair slip forward and tickle Dream’s face, making his nose scrunch up.

Dream nods. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Silence fills the cabin. The fire begins to die down, so Techno throws on another few logs, accidentally disturbing Steve in his sleep. The bear makes a small sound of displeasure before falling back asleep, practically dead on the floor. Dream hums quietly, playing with his fingers. He rubs over the nub of the ring finger on his right hand as he tongues at a tiny bit of bread stuck in the gap in his teeth.

Eventually, Techno asks if he’s tired again. Dream still says no, but he assures Techno he’s fine to be alone for the rest of the night.

“I’m asking for you, dude.” Techno shrugs. “I’m used to sleeping at weird times- I used to do it with my hoard all the time.”

“...your piglin family?”

Techno nods.

“Okay… stay with me, then?”

Techno smiles quietly, almost entirely to himself. “Sure.”

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[onecanonlife]

okay, so i’m hoping to try and put this in a way that makes sense. and obviously this is all my opinion, so i’m not looking to step on anyone’s toes if you disagree with this.

i’ve kind of been avoiding making this post, because i don’t want it to seem as if i’m like, defending manipulation or something like that. and i wasn’t sure about making it after the c!niki lore today because i am also definitely not trying to invalidate c!niki’s feelings, because her feelings of hurt are valid, and she deserves to be able to express those feelings and heal.

but here’s the thing. a lot of what she said today regarding c!wilbur was just... so very off. a lot of things that felt very different from what their actual, canonical interactions were. and it hurts a lot, since we know very well that c!wilbur cared a lot about her. so to see that her view of him was so skewed was disheartening, especially since the whole thing... kind of felt like victim blaming to me? the whole narrative so far, actually, has kind of felt like victim blaming, because... i don’t know, guys, i just can’t help but feel like all the other characters are pushing c!wilbur’s mental health issues under the rug in favor of painting a picture where he was a manipulative villain all along.

and like. i’ve only been watching streams since february. i’m a newbie, relatively speaking. but i’ve watched a lot of the pogtopia stuff. not all of it, but a lot. and i... i just don’t see the manipulative villain that so much of this fandom tries to say that he is? i see someone who’s desperate and scared, who declares himself a villain because that’s the corner that his spiraling mental health has shoved him into. and i’m absolutely not trying to say that he did no wrong and that he didn’t do some truly bad things, because obviously he did. but like. there’s so much more nuance to it than that, and if i’m being entirely honest, i can only pick out a few instances from that time period that would actually qualify as manipulation, in my opinion.

so the c!wilbur that we’ve gotten since then... honestly, there’s a lot about him that i like. i truly loved his initial introduction, because having a previously suicidal character so happy and overjoyed to be alive again was brilliant. but since then, i’ve felt like there’s kind of a disconnect between the character as he was portrayed before and the character he’s being portrayed as now, and the fact that he literally has no one who understands him just makes everything so much worse. because i’m starting to be afraid that he’s not going to get anyone who understands him. no one to be there for him. no one to help him be better, if only through knowing that he has someone to reach out to if he needs.

and i’m trying to have faith in cc!wilbur’s portrayal. i can tell that he’s still obviously putting so much work into this character. but i am very, very concerned that the c!wilbur we’re getting is far more fanon!wilbur than canon!wilbur. a good bit of the obvious manipulative tendencies from him sort of feel to me like they’re coming out of left field, and overall, i am very, very concerned that they are setting c!wilbur up as a villain.

i think that would be a mistake, narratively. a redemption and healing arc would be much more fulfilling imo. and also, just... the message it sends, for people who relate to c!wilbur? who struggle with their mental health in similar ways? i’ve already seen some posts today upset and concerned about how c!niki was portraying c!wilbur, and again, not trying to invalidate c!niki’s trauma, but i agree with a lot of those posts. it goes back to the victim blaming feel, and also, the fact that she said that c!wilbur could never be happy? not good. um. just. not good. to say about someone with severe mental health issues. not good, and especially not good when a good portion of the audience takes that and runs with it (and as a side note, the takes about c!niki punching him and stuff? wow, do i dislike those).

so. i just don’t know, guys. i hope this post made sense. i’ve just felt lately that the streams have been getting very dark, very serious, and i wasn’t around for exile so i don’t know if this is how inniters felt during that time, but i’m struggling to trust to hope right now. i’m trying to believe that cc!wilbur knows what he’s doing. i’m trying to believe that they’re setting us up for another narrative subversion; they’ve done it before and hopefully they’ll do it again.

but genuinely, i’m worried. and if we don’t get that subversion, i think i’m gonna have to stop watching, or at least take a step back. i’ve attached myself to c!wilbur so much that it really kind of hurts to see him be consistently portrayed like this, and if this just... lack of empathy from the other characters continues, then that’s honestly just not the kind of story i want to watch.

#this is not supposed to be cc!critical by the way i am just genuinely concerned #having faith is hard #i am clutching 'eight' by sleeping at last to my chest and praying #critical #wilbur soot #/rp #cat talks #long post #cw manipulation #cw suicide mention #c!wilbur angst tag #sorry this isn't my usual type of post #i generally like to keep stuff positive #but i connect to c!wilbur a lot so this is something i needed to get off my chest

[fuckyouquiznak]

Dream's past

(pretty long but this is Tumblr, am I right?)

Puffy is the captain of a pirate ship and has two children, Cornelius and Tobias (yes Dream with horns is my kink + I am not over the name Cornelius Dream used during one of Karl’s tale).

Cornelius is the elder one, around six years older than Toby, and he loves the sea and the pirate life. He is a sunny kid, always smiling and telling jokes. Everybody in the crew loves him.

He and his mother are really close. They share the same kindness and curiosity, which makes them always ready go on adventures. Cornelius also loves his little brother, Toby. They haven't a dad, so he acts very protective and defensive around him. They are an happy family.

Until one day everything changes.

***

The ship docks at a strange place. A creepy island maybe, dark and mysterious.

Cornelius is told to stay on the ship because it might be dangerous, but he is too curious to stay still. He is grown up after all, he can handle an adventure. Moreover he is sure the island is hiding a secret. A treasure? A temple? He needs to know.

When nobody is watching he sneaks out of the ship and goes exploring on his own. But then he'll eventually find something there, something wicked and scary. Maybe it is just a cage... something Cornelius is not supposed to open. But again how could he know? And there are voices... they tell him to free them... (dreamons or maybe even DreamXD?)

And you know what they say... "curiosity killed the cat". Excepts Cornelius doesn't die. As soon as he opens the cage he hears a loud and shrill scream and then everything goes black. He wakes up a little after, but nothing has changed. Or at least it seems so.

He grabs his things and quickly comes back to the ship, pretending nothing happened.

***

However after a couple of days things get worse. Now the voices keep visiting him, especially during night. And he doesn't feel alright.

His mother thinks it might be just fatigue or scurvy. But Cornelius doesn't tell her about the voices and the cage. He stays silent even when he sees a white stain growing on his hand.

It can't be that bad, can it?

***

After a week or two Cornelius is not getting better: his head spins, his heart hurts and the voices keep being louder and louder in his mind, till he passes out.

When he wakes up the ship is burning. He has a lighter in his right hand. Fire starts spreading everywhere and the crew panic, trying to stop it with water. But it doesn't work. It's too late.

Cornelius stares at this hands horrified. He doesn't remember anything. Why is he in the middle of the fire? What happened? He cannot breath and closes his eyes. "Let it be just a dream" he prays "He can't be me". His voice cracks, noticing the white stain has grown all over his arm. (imagine it like Ranboo’s left side... these two are connected)

Puffy quickly reaches him and helps him get out of the cabin. They are both burned and covered in ash. Toby cries and squirms in his mother's hands. "It'll be ok" she says culling the baby too calmly to be in a middle of a fire. "Cornelius, you two will take the lifeboat". Cornelius hesitates. "What about you?" Puffy smiles back at him, her cheeks buried in tears: "A captain never leaves her own ship, duckling.. I've got responsibilities here".

"What about us? Mom you don't have to this" he prays, his voice broken. He doesn't want to leave his mother...

But she doesn't listen.

"Take your brother away from here. Row till you find a coast, then ask for help, ok? I'll find you both eventually. I swear" Her smile is weak and tired. They both know it's a lie. They will never meet again.

Puffy gives Cornelius a compass. "Will be together again" she promises. "Do it for Toby".

Cornelius grabs his little brother and finally leaves. He doesn't have the bravery to hold his mother one last time.

(Puffy will actually survive, but she'll forget everything)

The rest is like a memory.

He manages to reach a little beach a couple of days after the accident. When they touch the ground Cornelius collapses. (Tubbo, Puffy and Dream would have scars and marks after the ship break)

***

The following months are horrifying.

It's cold and desolate where they landed. Nobody is willing to help, mainly because they're scared of Cornelius' white mark.

He can't blame them anyway. There's something wrong and scary inside him. They had found a village at some point, but Cornelius had one of his episode and burned down the place.

Toby cries all the time. He is hungry and, most of all, he misses mom.

The voices are not helping.

Cornelius can't keep him anymore. It's already difficult being alone out there. He can't... he can't let his brother live in misery like this. And what if has an episode close to him?

When they reach a wooden house in the middle of the snow (SBI house of course), Cornelius is sure it's time.

He leaves Toby out of the house, with a letter that says: "Save Toby". He has seen a woman doing that with a blonde hair baby a couple of months before (Tommy’s mother y’all).

The owners seem fine. Cornelius had watched them laughing and eating all together next to the fireplace a couple of times. He is sure they could give Toby the love and the warmth he can't provide him. He'll be safe there.

He gives the compass to Toby, just in case he'll need it one day to find him. It's hard, but it's the only choice. They can't be together.

As soon as his brother walks away, Toby starts crying louder. Cornelius does the same. For a moment he even thinks about turning around and take him back. He doesn't want to leave him: he is the only family he has left. But he is doing the right thing, he tells himself. He needs to be strong. For Toby's sake.

The first one to notice the screams is Wilbur, who jumps out of the door worried and scared. He looks at the baby on the top of the stairs and then looks directly at the tree Cornelius is hidden behind.

Philza exits a few moments later. He grabs the baby softly and he looks up to the sky where is crawls are flying. "There's someone" Wilbur whispers, pointing at the tree. Philza stops him and gives him the card. "Whoever left this baby here has a reason, Will".

Cornelius keeps crying. He wishes he could be there too. But the thing that is growing inside him... he is not sure he can handle it.

Techno is out in the forest eventually. He sees Cornelius. "Have some food, nerd", he says, before leaving him with a potato.

***

Cornelius stays close to that house anyway. At least he can keep an eye on Toby from there. He has found a nice spot, next to a cage. It's not that much, but he can't complain.

Toby is growing fast, even if his horns haven't shown up yet. Cornelius likes to watch him play outside with the other blonde kid, Tommy. They seem to get along well. He is as happy and carefree as a child his age should be.

Cornelius instead is sicker than ever. The white stain is growing on his skin day by day. His left arm, part of the chest and even his eye, now red, are surrounded by that. He doesn't know what to do. The voices keep him awake almost every night. They whisper something about "Dream".

Sometimes he wishes he could think about his mother, but the voices are louder than his thoughts. He can't remember her, nor his past life.

The stain is slowly erasing his memory. He is afraid one day he'll even forget Toby.

***

He meets Sapnap when he most needs a friend.

He hasn't talked with someone for ages (except for Techno who sometimes leave him food), so he is not sure he can remember how to do it, but with Sapnap is easy and comfortable.

He saves him from a spider.

Sapnap is scared and lost in the forest. Cornelius happens to be right next to him when the monster comes out. He grabs his sword and kills it.

"Woah, dude you saved me!" Sapnap says, jumping around. "What's your name?" Cornelius hesitates. It's been so long since someone called with his name. He can't really remember it. Was it something with a C? Maybe. Why can't he remember?

"I think it's Dream" he lies, feeling his skin burning. The other one however doesn't seem to notice it. "That's nice, mine is Sapnap! Do you live here? All alone?"

Dream nods, still unsure he should trust or not this new guy. He stays in the shadow. Sapnap smiles. "Dope! I wish I could have an house just for myself" then the smiles runs away from his face "I actually came here to do that... I got into a fight with my dad. Do you have parents?"

"I don't"

Sapnap laughs a bit. "Me neither actually.. Bad is my guardian to be honest. But he is a great guy, really. It's just... I needed space, you know?" Dream is sure he hasn't understood a word of what this kid has said. Bad? Guardian? Space?

"Not really" he answers, lighting a fire. Sapnap immediately steps back, and Dream realises he has finally seen his face. Now he'll go away too, he reckons. I'll be alone forever.

However Sapnap's smile grows bigger then ever. "Whoa that's sick" he screams "I mean in a cool way, dude. Loving your style".

Dream blushes. "I... don't really like it"

Sapnap raises his eyebrows, sighing. "Maybe my dad could fix it"

***

Bad has never been so worried in his entire life - which is a looooong life.

Sapnap wasn't in his bed this morning. He really thought he lost him for good after their last fight, but he luckily came back safe and sound.

He even made a friend.

Bad was so angry, but the happiness of holding his child again was bigger then every other feeling.

"Does it grow?" he asks, touching Dream's face. The kid nods uncomfortably. "Your left eye.. was it green before?" He nods again. "Do you have memory loss?" Dream hesitates. Bad writes something down.

"Well, Dream, I can't erase the stain. What I can do is preventing it from growing bigger. Your memory is damaged, so I can't fix it, but form now on you should remember things more clearly"

"What does that mean?"

"It means I can't give you back your memories, but you can make new ones"

Dream stares at his feet. He is sure there was someone important in his life before worth to remember.

"It'll hurt a bit"

***

"You can stay here if you want" Bad says.

The "operation" went pretty well. Bad and Sapnap offered him to stay with them as long as he wants. Dream is glad. He likes it here. It feels like... family. The voices are gone. Is he really free?

Sapnap enters the room with a big smile. "Dream, I made you something! I know you have to wear bandages everyday, because the mark is still there – Dream touches is face - so my dad and I came up with this little idea" Sapnap hands him a mask.

"It's easier to take off. I drew the smile"

Dream feels his eyes burning. No one has ever done something like that for him. A gift! "I like it. Thank you Sapnap"

“Don’t worry! That’s what friends do”

#mcyt #dream smp #dream #dreamwastaken #tubbo #philza #technoblade #sbi #sapnap #captain puffy #badboyhalo #dadboyhalo #tubbo and dream are brothers #ranboo #wilbur soot #dreamons #dreamXD #pre dream smp #dream's past #written really bad #just and idea

[technospotatoes]

FUNDY LORE ANALYSIS

Howdy, howdy friends! After about 6 hours of pure thinking, I have more Dream SMP brain rot-theory-analysis stuff for you! This week I’m on spring break, so unfortunately I’m not prolonging any assignments haha! Today my focus is FUNDY LORE >:) and I’ve sprinkled in a little IRL factoids for ya to enjoy! 

Please lemme know your thoughts, opinions and theories-- and as always, it’s gonna be a long one! 

Enjoy <3

TW/CW for brief mentions of derealization-- nothing in detail, just thought I’d let y’all know. Please be safe ily.

Fundy’s lore stream took place today, 3/30/2021. It's roughly 45 minutes, so if you have some time to kill, go watch it! It’s really well done, and his acting is incredible. I will give you a warning; it contains derealization. If you choose not to watch it, here’s a summary from Twitter! link

First, let’s talk about what we know of Fundy’s character so far. 

Fundy’s story throughout the events of the SMP are quite tragic. A few key staples are...

1: the death and betrayals of both Wilbur and Schlatt, as well as the absence of Eret-- all of whom he viewed as father figures (Wilbur being his biological father, and Eret his adopted father who failed to show up at his adoption ceremony. Schlatt was a source of validation and approval for Fundy). 

2: Jealousy of Tommy and Tubbo-- These two replaced Fundy’s position as Wilbur’s son during the L’Manburg eras, and Fundy became rightfully jealous towards them. He no longer felt valued by his father, and was only more negatively impacted when Wilbur made an attempt to mend that rift. 

3: witnessing the rise and ultimate fall of L’Manburg-- and even assisting in its destruction with Niki. 

Along with some other rocky encounters with his family members in the timeline, Fundy can be simply boiled down as a character with no stable relationships to his family, or those whom he considers family. However, he does deeply value his friends and the fun that he has with them-- which we can assume is one of his attachments (this will be important later). He takes pride in making mischief and carries a friendly persona… which makes him easily approachable. 

He does carry valid reasons to instigate villainous acts-- but he instead chooses to remain neutral due to his fear of losing something else close to him. 

I have a number of thoughts regarding Fundy’s character and his current lore, so enough stalling from me, and let's get into it!

Analysis of Stream:

The desert

When Fundy leaves his tower for the first time during the dream sequence, the world is no longer the SMP, but is replaced with a barren desert. From the title of the stream, we can infer that this desert represents Fundy’s Mind and contains the majority of what he thinks about. Deserts often symbolize loneliness or emptiness, and can also be synonymized with brutal honesty or survival. Fundy’s character is indeed alone (in terms of family), and has fought for his survival by being sly and mischievous through Schlatt’s reign of Manburg. Sand itself symbolizes the passage of time, or in other words, the inevitability of the future or truth. As we see in each of the 3 dream sequences, the mysterious bunker containing “truth” appears closer and closer to Fundy’s tower and also becomes more withered and worn on the inside, implying that Fundy cannot escape the coming of truth and future as time passes. 

The desert itself contains a replica of the Camarvan from the old L’Manburg days-- likely a representation of Fundy’s childhood that he holds onto dearly, in spite of his past trauma. During the first dream sequence, the van even contains Wilbur-- perhaps to mock Fundy’s pain, or remind him of it. During the second sequence, Wilbur is gone, likely referencing Wilbur’s absence in Fundy’s life, or his death. During the 3rd dream sequence, the Camarvan is replaced with what looks to be a crater, or the aftermath of an explosion. This could possibly reference the ultimate destruction of L’Manburg (and the destruction of the van), or it could be foreshadowing of the destruction in the future… 

Side theory, here! Tubbo just lost a nuke, and multiple people have vendettas against Dream / want him dead. The pit seemed like it was made out of black stone and obsidian, the same materials as the prison, so it is likely that this is an allusion to Dream’s possible escape.

Who is “He”?

On his 3rd visit to the odd bunker in his dream world, Fundy reads the 3rd book in the chest. Towards the end, this book warns him of a vague male character that Fundy should not join, or avoid at all costs. To quote the book…

“Do not join him. Whatever he asks of you. Do NOT join him. His plans aren’t as nice as they sound. His intentions aren’t what you think they are. He will use you. He will destroy you. Everything you ever loved, everyone you ever cared about. Do not join him.” 

I bet a few characters instantly came to your mind as to who this person that Future Fundy is warning us about, and I’m going to list who I first thought it could be below: 

Technoblade and the Syndicate. Now, I disagree with this option, even though Techno has the outright power to destroy anything and everything like he’s done before. However, because of the creation of the Anarchist Syndicate and their accommodating ideals, it would be out of his character or set of ideals to suddenly destroy Fundy’s attachments to purely demonstrate his power. Also, Fundy no longer represents any forms of government, so he does not pose a threat to the Syndicate. 

I did theorize here that Fundy could be Harpocrates, but that would imply that he goes against the warnings of his future self. (Also not to mention the placement of this stream in the timeline would have to be much later in the past.) But the more that I think about it, the more likely it could be. It wouldn’t necessarily be out of character for Fundy to join the Syndicate and side with Techno against the warnings of his inner voice, but he has been a spy before… 

BBH / the Eggpire. This is also not a likely option for our “he” character, because it is more likely that this dangerous person is not associated with a group such as the Syndicate or Eggpire-- in other words, he operates alone. The Eggpire has plenty of members and those who oppose it, even BBH tried to recruit Fundy and failed. Our “he” has not had an interaction with Fundy yet, and I don’t think that the Eggpire would make an effort to reach out to him again. 

My theory is that Quackity is our “he” figure. As I’ve stated before (see my C!Sam post here), Quackity has proven himself to be an effective manipulator, and could easily persuade Fundy to join his side. Quackity has power over Dream at this time in the plot, and is using it to gain knowledge about revival. He could use his acquired learning from Dream to make a deal with Fundy through using Wilbur’s revival to appease his interest (and provide a chance at healing, given his tough past). Not to mention his cameo at the end of Fundy’s lore stream-- There’s plenty more involvement in the lore that we are going to see from Q. 

The Mysterious Figure

During the final dream sequence of Fundy’s lore stream, he opens the door to his tower, only to see a dark figure, staring into the world… or rather, the absence thereof. This Figure has no other significant character details besides the black hood/cloak and no ign, so we have no evidence as to who it is. I’ve seen plenty of people theorize that this person could be BBH (because of the similarities in cloak design) or they could be the “he” Fundy’s logs are warning him about. But I disagree-- I strongly believe that this mysterious figure is neither of those options, rather, The Mysterious Figure is someone completely separate in this story. Here are a few people I think it could be: 

Wilbur/Schlatt-- both of whom are dead, and could manifest inside Fundy’s mind as spirits or ghosts. 

Dream-- he causes paranoia in many of the younger characters of the SMP, so I wouldn’t put it past him to haunt Fundy like he did Ranboo (the voice in his head). 

Fundy-- a form of himself from the future, or a representation of his conscience (wants, desires, etc). 

Or a guide/protector to Fundy’s mind-- we could see more of this figure if episodes like this stream occur in the future. A character similar to that of the Inbetween or Other Side.

It is important to note that at the end of the sequence, the Mysterious Figure chased Fundy up the tower in fear, causing him to sleep and escape the dream world. I think Fundy would only react this way if he felt directly threatened, so this figure is likely someone unknown and intimidating, or familiar and repulsive enough to cause behaviour akin to a sort of PTSD. It is possible that this figure doesn’t have malicious intent, because there was a bed placed on top of Fundy’s tower. The figure was likely supposed to guide Fundy to this bed to escape the dream world, but this encounter probably did not go according to plan, due to Fundy’s reaction. 

His Internal Monologue

Through the presence of fear and doubt we can learn about the deeper parts and truths of a character. This is the case with Fundy: while he is distressed and afraid in his dream world, through the provided angst we learn about what Fundy truly wants. Fundy states that he wants this dream to end, and he wants to go back to his friends and his old life. He longs for the times where he can just have fun again and prank people, when his friends were there for him. Except, sometimes they weren’t. He states he would join parties and join groups only to watch them disappear as he started to get attached to them. Now, whenever the word “attachment” is uttered anywhere I immediately think back to Dream’s speech, perhaps Fundy is becoming more aware of what he could be endangered by.

Deja Reve

There’s no theory attached to this, just some super cool stuff I found. :)

The reveal of Fundy’s powers instantly set off a flag in my mind the second I heard it. His “powerset” or ability is one of foreshadowing, whatever he dreams about, could happen or is linked to the future. Now, the reason I bring this up is partly because I think it is cool, and it is actually a REAL thing. And I’ve experienced it. Let me introduce you to Deja Reve. 

Deja Reve isn’t really a condition or illness, rather it is a “creepier” form of its more popular counterpart, Deja Vu. When translated directly from French, Deja Reve means “already dreamed.” This word is a descriptor for a specific sequence of events: you dream something, and it happens later, in real life. No, I’m not making this up, and yes, it is real. I’ve had this happen to me multiple times. 

Deja Reve isn’t so simple as “i dreamt this so it will happen tomorrow”. In my case, I would have a particular dream, for example, I went to a Subway with my mom and she discussed with the manager about having my sister work at that location. The morning after I would forget the dream like any other, but many weeks later the exact event I dreamt would happen. I can remember it now, right down to the sandwich I ordered and the way my mom moved across the establishment to talk to the manager-- it was word for word, vision for vision. Each time Deja Reve occurs, I freeze, and I think I’m experiencing a second copy of life, or rewatching a movie. It's super weird, but cool. If something like this has ever happened to you, leave a comment below, I’d love to hear your experiences!

Now I bring this up because many people mistake these sorts of things as having foresight or being able to prophesize-- but it's not the same thing. Deja Reve occurs more often in the younger population, and becomes less and less active as one gets older. Because Fundy is still relatively young in the SMP timeline, I think that not only is this a cool ability set for him to have, but it makes sense for him psychologically as well. There is no clear cause or reason behind why individuals experience Deja Reve, but personally, I believe it has to do with the condition of your brain and it’s experiences to past trauma. Kids who experience trauma find elaborate ways to cope, and usually defer to their imagination. Due to the fact that most of Fundy’s trauma occurred while he was very young in the SMP lore, it is definitely plausible that his amplified, or “more woke” application of Deja Reve, is a product of his past. 

Number Symbolism

I’ll keep this section short, because this post is already miles long, but similar to the previous section, this is something SUPER COOL that I noticed :]

Each book that Fundy reads has a specific number of pages… haha big whoop, Biz, that’s not weird. But did you know that some numbers have symbolism? Did you notice that the 3 books in each dream sequence each had 87 pages, which symbolize family, organization, and idealism? That number symbolizes what Fundy WANTS, but also what he’ll never get if he’s not careful. The first two times he read that book he didn’t finish it… He didn’t achieve his goal? 

Did you also notice that the signed book had 22 pages? That number symbolizes redemption, intuition, emotions, duty and diplomacy-- qualities that oddly correlate to warnings. This number represents what Fundy will NEED to be, in order to survive his future. Also, a Catch 22… take that as you will ;) 

Sidenote… 

Ok this is the last mini section before the end, but another thing that immediately popped into my head during Fundy’s lore was the factor of derealization. Nothing major, but the other times we’ve seen this storytelling or manipulation technique used was during...

Ranboo’s Panic Room / Prison Visit-- believes derealization

Karl and escaping the In Between-- fights against derealization

Fundy’s notebooks-- questions derealization

I have a feeling that whenever derealization is being used, it’s intended to distract the character from the true evil, to prevent them from tracking their own course or fulfilling their own story… So I’ll be excited to see where Fundy takes his. 

GAAAAAAAAAH IT’S DONE, FINALLY. And Congratulations! You made it to the end!! If you have any thoughts or theories, comment below, shoot me an ask or DM, I’d love to discuss with you! Follow me for more in-depth analysis content, I will be doing as many of these as I feel inspired to do in the future. :] 

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING <3

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[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

If you're still up for a primeboys challenge, perhaps a au of dsmp !Tommy being just as obsessed with dsmp ! Dream as Dream is with him. I have no reason behind this , other than I like the idea they're both p/ yanderes for each other.

Yeah, my AU ideas are still open! Also, if anyone wants to send in any requests in an already done AU that’s fine too I’d love to do some writing for them. I left them very open ended intentionally but I do have lots of ideas for how exactly I’d plot them.

When Dream took Tommy's discs, he expected- he wasn’t sure. Anger, frustration, at least something close to that. What he was not expecting was an excited smile, a cheerful promise to if not get them back at least continue the game for as long as possible.

Dream had never met someone who’d ever understood his sort of fun before. Immediately, he decided that he would never let Tommy go.

Tommy had regained the disc, after such a fun confrontation. They’d laughed and laughed afterwards, and Tommy had thanked Dream for making it enjoyable. Tubbo, the small ram boy who’d snuck along with Tommy wherever he went, looked at both of them like they were insane. Maybe they were.

Dream was furious when Tommy- his Tommy, left him to help found a new nation with his useless brothers. That quickly subsided, this new game being oh so very enjoyable. The walls of the blackstone room covered in his Tommy's blood is a memory he’d cherish forever.

Eventually, the two of them stood on a path, duelling for the fate of the tiny “nation.” Dream won, but when Tommy offered a deal, who would he be to refuse? The first, that Tommy would give his discs for the nation was… not expected, but definitely more so than what he said yes.

“You keep spending time with George, Sapnap, Punz. What about me?” Tommy crossed his arms. “Look, if you stop being a prick and ignoring me, I’ll stop ignoring you.”

And who would Dream be to deny his favourite little mortal that one request? Dream and Tommy spent every day together, laughing and playing and sometimes fighting, all done with the same obsessive joy. Those were the best days of Dream's life, and Dream was certain Tommy felt the same.

Nothing could last, Dream supposed. Schlatt gaining power and exiling Tommy put a dent in things, though his brother Wilbur's declining state made him an interesting toy. Still, it made it harder to see Tommy, so it was frustrating. He sided with Tommy's little rebellion, supplied him as much as he could, and even helped his brother gather the TNT he’d need.

(Meanwhile, in a dark ravine, Wilbur stood behind his brother, half tempted to reach out his hands and ruffle his hair but too afraid he’d shatter Tommy like glass. “Dream’s a useful ally, and I do like him, but you’re far too trusting of him, Tommy. It’s you and me against the world. What if he betrays us?”

Tommy shrugged. “Then he’d be against us. Either way is fun. And that’s what life's about, innit?”)

It was almost a shame, when Schlatt had the better deal. Honestly, though, Dream was pretty sure Tommy knew before he revealed his betrayal, from the constant feeling of eyes boring through him, the occasional sound of thin limbs scrambling from view. Tommy wasn’t very good at hiding, yet. It was adorable.

Eventually the war ended, though that was of little concern to Dream. Though when Tommy declined the presidency due to “unfinished business,” flashing a cheeky grin at Dream, he can’t deny the warmth that gave him. No, what was of more concern was his new plan, to make sure Tommy would never end up leaving again. He couldn’t be exiled away from his side if Dream was the one to exile him, after all…

Dream should have been more wary, at how easy it was to do so. His forged evidence wasn’t even needed, with the minor griefing he did at George’s house enough to exaggerate. It wasn’t until they were far, far away from L'Manburg and anyone else but the strange ghost who’d insisted he’d followed them and Tommy started laughing hysterically he realised perhaps there was something else there.

Dream had asked in confusion why he seemed so nonchalant, and Tommy had turned to him and grinned. “Well, you’re meant to be keeping me exiled, aren’t you? If you don’t watch over me, I’ll just run away. Now you’ll have to come visit me, everyday, and we'll be together with no one coming in between us.” Dream wasn’t sure to be impressed or terrified at the boy who’d set up his own downfall only to paradoxically gain the power he wanted over his imprisoner.

If anyone else wants to send in some more AU ideas it’d be lovely and I will make them heavily involve c!primeboys no matter what and again that’s a challenge.

#Dream smp #dsmp #dream smp au #dsmp au #tw possessive behavior #tw obsession #Tw blood #tw violence #tw isolation #tw kidnapping #tw manipulation #i had to do that little exile reversal thing that’s immediately what I thought of seeing this prompt lol

[skellizo]

IT’S TOMMYS ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY ON THE SERVER! So here is my promised appreciation post:

Tommy honestly did such a great fucking job with his character like it’s no secret that the majority of us consider the exile arc to be the best arc of the Dream SMP overall and he did that at fucking 16! He was able to portray and act out such, I would say, difficult topics and impressed the whole fucking audience with it’s accuracy showing that he cared so much about this (Dream was also so good in his role, they both did amazing jobs!). Let’s also not forget about the aftermath with c!Tommy still being confused about how he stood to c!Dream and his reaction to seeing Logstedshire during the bedrock bros.

THE FUCKING DISC WAR FINALE! Which was at least for me perfect and it still is among the top 5 of highest Viewership in the last 356 days which is so fucking impressive as well! Anyway back to the finale, it really was just beautiful it had it’s light-hearted joke-y moments but also his many very emotional moments, which all didn’t feel out of place. AND THE ENDING! When they finally (at least for then) just...won. There weren’t any strings at that time attached, they just won and the scene with Ghost-Wilbur *chefs kiss* PERFECT!

In season 3 even though he streamed a lot less, Tommys acting and storyline was still amazing to see and watch, like the week when he didn’t stream and we were all wondering how horrible he must be feeling and then we come back and he is just annoying c!Dream? Yes great start to a stream that will later turn very very dark. The aftermath of when he was resurrected with the being afraid of taking damage and then the Trauma confrontation Stream were some of my favourite moments if I am honest.

But even before exile cc!Tommy was already great with his acting like when c!Tommy gave over the discs for independence, when c!Wilbur spiraled and really just during the whole Pogtopia era and then on freaking November 16th, his reaction to c!Wilburs death, then him trying to stop c!Techno from spawning the Withers, just one good moment after the other.

Anyway but the gremlin child is not only great because of his acting and writing oh no! I have more appreciation :D

Tommy’s season 1 Videos made it a lot easier for someone to get in the Dream SMP during Season 1 & 2, like now you have to somehow find an efficient way to watch season 2 and the beginnings of Season 3 if you start now but trust me Tommys videos were a really good starting point and are still really good for season 1 perspective.

But the mod videos....my beloved. The mod videos are always so good and I just eagerly await them each time! We also got so many good moments from them like one that instantly comes to mind is Tommy using a fishing rod to pull Phil towards him only for Phil to fall into the Lava and them having to cheat because Phil has all there good items, or during the high jumping one where we had the grandma bit with Quackity jumping into “heaven”. Also the extra content of various dynamics we got. Like we don’t often get like Philza & Quackity content outside of the mod videos, same with George & Ranboo and we also got a lot of allium duo conetnt (which as an allium duo enthusiast is always a big win)!

Now though one of my favourite Tuesday traditions....the VLOGS! First of all they alway come out for me, for around the time I get home, so I’m always really excited to finally get home on tuesdays. But they are so much fun...like remember when Phil just said that he had to check in with Life insurance for some of that stuff and we were all wondering like “huh? What has the child planned that you would need life insurance?” And then the first vlog was them jumping out of a freaking plane?? Good times, good times. I couldn’t even really say which one was my favourite, I would probably say Rollercoaster one or the jumping out of a plane one (just because we had alone the waiting time where Tubbo was just suffering, there went suspicious smoke off in the near distance and the guides (?) were just messing with them the whole time). But yeah they are always great and really fun to watch and genuinely one of my favourite comfort videos.

Anyway tl;dr: Tommy is a huge inspiration and genuinely so fucking talented and smart. You can really see that he cares for how his content is made and how it is perceived by the audience, he has done such a great job with his character on the Dream SMP, acting and co-writing one of the most heartbreaking and true to reality storylines on the whole freaking server and also portraying Trauma not only with the “easy” sides but also the more “ugly” sides, the lashing out for example. So yeah he has such a bright fucking future and I am genuinely excited to see it.

To quote Wilbur Soot: “The world’s not ready for Tommy. He will do incredible things”

#tommyinnit #dream smp #dsmp #long post #Anyway I wrote this at like 4 am with not enough sleep so I did get a bit rambly but still #only appreaciation for the child he is genuinely so talented and I am so excited for what he will bring us in the future #tw swearing

[zeta-in-de-walls]

(this isn’t meant to be critical i am a c!ranboo enjoyer) ranboo’s interesting bc from how i understand him he like. thinks acknowledging his flaws without really doing much to fix them is enough to absolve him of them? if that makes sense? a lot of his monologues will follow the line of ‘oh well i also didn’t do this but at least i was aware of it.’ he’s friendly and altruistic yeah but he’s also those things in service of his own goals bc getting to say he’s selfless makes him feel better about himself lol. in doomsday you can see him talk around the situation with techno until he arrives at a viewpoint that still lets him see himself as a good person for going to live with phil. so he has a strong view on sides, he just...continuously shifts what he allows to fit into his view, i guess. not sure if any of that made sense.

Hey! Thanks for the discussion. I adore anons who leave such interesting thoughts in my askbox so cheers!!!

Yeah, I think I broadly agree. I see Ranboo as a cynical person. (Again I haven’t watched enough of him to properly judge so take this all with a grain of salt!)

I think he sees the world as not a good place and that people are all selfish but cling to false ideas in that they think they’re good. This contrasts heavily with Tommy for me, whom I’ve always seen as quite an optimistic and an idealistic character. He naturally trusts others and is hopeful always believing they can win and thats why he can be confident and determined. It’s why he didn’t think Wilbur would ever press the button, why he believed in challenging Dream and that others would help them if they went to war rather than him being exiled, why he has trusted people like Dream, Technoblade, Jack, and Sam. Tommy is optimistic. Why, he even let himself believe the egg wasn’t so bad, never believes he’ll get in trouble for his mischief stuff like that. Exile was very dark partly because we saw him losing his faith others, and started to doubt everything, believing the worst. 

Sorry for the Tommy tangent xD! Anyway, yeah Ranboo is the opposite. He’s always afraid. He recognised the Dream was the bad guy on the eve of Doomsday but he said there was no point in fighting him because they couldn’t beat him. (iirc) Ranboo is wary of others, and spends so much time alone getting more powerful to protect himself. That many totems is overkill for instance. 

This really jumped out to me on his stream reacting to Tommy’s death. And yes, he’s got this strange pseudo self-awareness where he thinks he’s the only one who sees the world clearly, everyone else blinded by their ideals. He may be weak-willed but at least he knows it. Of course, Ranboo’s perception is as warped as anyone’s. I also watched Jack’s reaction to Tommy’s death and I saw real contemplation, the grief strongly affected him. The world isn’t a dark place. They were able to defeat Dream and there is wonderful things about the world to appreciate and cherish. 

All that said, Ranboo’s character is also a very nice person. He is kind and thoughtful. He may cynical but he’s never unkind. He wants the world to be a good place, he just doesn’t really believe in it. 

Again, sorry if I got anything wrong about his character! Any Ranboo fans, please feel free to correct me. Using the Tommy’s death reaction as a standard is almost certainly a bad idea. Plus its end was cool in that it challenged his perception when he found that Allium - maybe people do care about others? And I should say, I do like how the character is written! I don’t consider this to be a critical post really, just my analysis. (I only don’t really watch as the type of story he’s been telling with his other self and the unreliable narrator isn’t so much my thing, (plus he often streams too late for me) but the character is cool!)

#replies #i love anons giving me their hot takes #you guys are awesome! #meta #analysis #gosh im so unconfident about analysing any character that isn't tommy #i can kinda do jack and wilbur as well #oh and dream xD #but thank you for letting me talk about ranboo #even if all i can do is analyse the few streams i have watched #tommyinnit #ranboo

[pandoraborn]

The Cruelty of the Beast - Part 5

(Previous)

Characters: c!Dream, c!Ranboo Word count: 1872 words Content: mild manipulation, dark!fic, vomiting, pending apocalypse, manipulation, puppet!ranboo, puppetmaster!dream, mild bonding, mild mind control, mention of abuse

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“Ranboo, come with me.”

Dream’s voice is curt, almost with an annoyed undertone to it. Ranboo doesn’t hesitate, not wanting to cause trouble. With a glance over in Tommy’s direction, Ranboo gets to his feet and follows Dream out the front door. He glances back toward their cabin, trying to familiarize himself with the surroundings.

They’re in what looks like a taiga, and the cabin they’re in blends in with the trees and even the cobblestone surrounding the area. It’s not a bad cabin inside, nor outside. There’s a sense of comfort here, but Ranboo is on edge all the same.

“What are we doing?”

“I want to get to know you.” Dream leads him further away from the cabin. “We’re going to give Tommy some time to get to know Wilbur all over again, but you and I need to speak.”

“I don’t know what you want with me,” Ranboo admits. He falls in step next to Dream, trying to watch him without tripping over anything. Dream had cleaned up since exiting the prison, no longer looking so disheveled and broken. His hair is pulled back in a small ponytail, and his mask is sitting on the side of his head, instead of on his face. His clothes are the same as they’d been, except washed and sewed back together. Dream looks intimidating all over again.

“I don’t want anything from you,” Dream counters. He shoots Ranboo a grin. “I’m not as awful as Tommy’d been saying about me, you know.”

“You hurt him,” Ranboo points out bluntly. “You abused him. Don’t bother lying about it either, because we can all see how petrified he is of you.”

“Yeah, and Wilbur about ripped my head off for it.” Dream’s voice is far too casual for this conversation. There’s something not right about him. That much is obvious, but now that he’s free and cleaned up, he seems to exude a raw sort of power that scares Ranboo.

It’s also intriguing.

“Ranboo, I’m not trying to be a villain,” Dream continues. “I once had everything, and I lost it all. I made some wrong choices and went down a stupid path that led to my imprisonment, but we’ve all done some stupid things.”

Dream stops walking then, waving his arm out. “We’re here.”

“Where is here?” Ranboo looks around the area they’re in. They’re still in a taiga, but there’s what looks like a campsite. There’s a fireplace, a couple of tents, and...

...and there’s a hole in the ground.

Ranboo glances at Dream nervously, before hedging toward the opening. “Dream, what’s this?”

“You tell me,” Dream says. He gives a grin that’s too wide for his face. “You’re the one who dug it.”

“I don’t remember.” Ranboo stops moving, now staring fully at Dream. “I haven’t done anything, especially not for you.”

“I’m not controlling you, if that’s what you’re getting at. I don’t have that kind of power. Wilbur, maybe, but he’s not interested in you, he’s interested in Tommy.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Ranboo moves away from the hole. Whatever’s at the bottom, he doesn’t want to know. He wants to go back to Snowchester and be safe with Tubbo and Michael. Hell, he’ll drag Tommy back with him if it means Tommy’s safe too.

“Of course you do. We’ve been communicating for months, Ran. We’ve been working together for a lot longer than you realize.” Dream laughs. Ranboo expects it to sound sinister, but Dream’s laugh sounds normal, like he’s laughing at a random joke instead of Ranboo’s missing memories. “Look inside it, Ranboo. You’ll believe me then.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“You trust Tommy, don’t you?” Dream waves his arm toward the hole. “I’m serious, look inside. It’s nothing bad, I’m not going to do anything to you. We’re past this point.”

“I do trust Tommy. It’s only because of him that I’m still here.” He still doesn’t move.

“I know.” Dream sighs and moves toward one of the tents. Ranboo watches him carefully, trying to figure out what he’s doing now.

“I was manipulated into coming here,” Ranboo offers. “I didn’t come here of my own free will. You have me under some kind of spell.”

“Like I said, I don’t have that kind of power. I didn’t swing a watch and hypnotize you, I didn’t plant subliminal messages into your head.”

“Yeah, but you can trigger it somehow. You can use some sort of... of code or keyword to use me. I don’t remember coming here, but I woke up with a sword aimed at Tommy. What did you do to me?”

“Nothing you didn’t agree to beforehand.” Dream finally exits the tent, holding out a book. Ranboo refuses to touch it, though his gaze is locked on the leather. “Take it and read it,” Dream insists. “I’m serious, you’ll understand.”

Hesitantly, Ranboo reaches for the book, grabbing at it as if it’s tainted. With another suspicious glance toward Dream, he opens the book and reads the signature.

It’s his handwriting.

But it’s not in a language he understands.

Frowning, Ranboo turns the page. There’s more writing, but again, in a language he doesn’t understand. It’s all unmistakably his handwriting though.

“This is useless,” Ranboo says. “I don’t understand any of it.”

“Read the last page,” Dream says. “I’d recite it out loud but you wouldn’t believe me.”

Licking his lips, he does as asked. Flipping to the final page of the book, Ranboo’s breath hitches when he sees what’s written there.

“Once the four of us are united, everything will start falling into place. I just need to keep trusting Dream, he knows what he’s doing more than any of us know. I just hope Tommy isn’t too hurt in the crossfire, he’s still fragile. Maybe seeing Wilbur again will help. I’ll remain by his side as long as he needs us. It’ll all be okay, I hope it’ll be okay. It’s us against the world.”

He doesn’t remember sitting down. Ranboo drops the book to the ground as he lands hard, scrambling back away from it. No wonder he’d been afraid to touch it, it really is tainted.

“I didn’t write that, I didn’t have anything to do with this, I’m-”

Dream crouches down in front of him. He takes the mask off, tossing it to the side, and reaches out for Ranboo, grabbing at his wrists. “You’re shaking,” Dream says quietly.

Why does he sound so comforting?

“Ranboo, look at me, please.”

“You’re crazy,” Ranboo mutters with a laugh. “You’re all off your rocker. I’m not a part of this.”

“Ranboo, it was never my intention to hurt you, or use you. Like I said, I made mistakes that I shouldn’t have made.”

“You...but Tommy...”

“I tried to mold Tommy. I made the mistake of thinking I could replace Wilbur, but Tommy will only ever listen to him, never anyone else. His exile was just one mistake after another, and believe me, Wilbur was pissed at me for that. Almost backed out of our deal for that alone.”

“How...” Ranboo’s voice cracks. “How long have I been working for you?”

“I don’t think you should ask questions you’re not ready to hear answers for.” There’s a warning note there, and Ranboo heeds it. Dream’s right in this instance, Ranboo really doesn’t want to know. He feels disgusted, almost sick.

No, he really is sick. He’s leaning over and dry heaving against the ground, leaves and dirt and bits of stone getting all over his clothes and face. He wishes he could actually vomit something up, but nothing’s coming out easily. Even worse is the fact that Dream is rubbing his back and whispering soothing words to him.

He remembers the question he’d asked Tommy the other night. ‘Have we just lost our free will?’ At the time he hadn’t put much weight into it. But looking back, Ranboo realizes he hadn’t had his free will in a very long time.

“Hey hey hey.” Dream finally pulls him upright. Unable to move, Ranboo leans heavily against Dream, fighting back the urge to cry. Crying hurts, and he doesn’t want to hurt. “Ranboo, listen to me. It’s okay. I’ll make it okay for you. I won’t hurt you, I won’t use you. Just... look in the hole please?”

He nods this time. Weakly, he pushes away from Dream, shifting closer to the giant hole in the ground. The surface seems to be made out of blackstone, so when Ranboo reaches the edge, he peers down.

There’s an end portal down below.

He can see the shimmering galaxy that makes up the portal, the endless nothing. It doesn’t make any sense, why would there be an end portal? Why would it be activated? Why...

When he speaks, his voice is still broken. “Are we going there?”

“Yes, eventually.” Dream pulls him upright. “You know what lies in the end, right?”

“I heard....I heard rumors.” Ranboo’s drooling all over himself. He wipes his mouth as he leans against Dream again. “It’s not good. We shouldn’t-”

“I want to release the dragon,” Dream continues, as if Ranboo hadn’t even spoken at all. “Wilbur and I both want to bring it here. It would do a lot more than withers and TNT. You agreed to it once, telling me you wanted things to go back to simpler times. A dragon could do that.”

There’s no comeback this time. The enderman hybrid has no words to say. He’s horrified, he’s sick to his stomach, and knows this is the worst plan. But...

Dream is pushing him away gently and picking the book back up. He dusts it off and hands it back to Ranboo. “You’re scared,” Dream says bluntly. “I know you’re putting up a resistance, but in your other state, you wanted this. You agreed to it, you willingly helped put all the plans in motion. So reach into that part of you and remember something, for once. If not for me or yourself, then do it for Tommy.”

“Tommy’s going to be heartbroken,” Ranboo whispers.

“Tommy will be fine.” Dream is grinning brightly. He moves closer, hair almost reminiscent of gold in the sunlight. “We’re all going to be fine. He has Wilbur, it’s all he’s ever wanted. What’s holding you back?”

Ranboo thinks of Tubbo and Michael. He doesn’t want to give Dream any leverage, so he slumps his shoulders forward, letting himself give in. Memories aren’t coming back, but whatever makes Dream happy, right?

“Nothing,” Ranboo whispers. “Nothing’s holding me back.”

“So you’ll let yourself remember?”

“Yeah.”

“Great. Let’s go back home, alright?” Dream begins walking again. Ranboo watches him for a moment, glancing back down at the portal. With a shiver, he jogs to catch back up with Dream, trying to push the conversation out of his mind.

This time, his mind isn’t letting him forget anything. No memory book is needed, because the image of a lit end portal is forever burned into his mind, and Ranboo knows that if a dragon were to be released, it’d be entirely his fault.

Did we just lose our free will?

Can’t lose what you never had to begin with, can you?

#dream smp #dream smp fanfiction #canon divergence #dark!fic #ranboo #dreamwastaken #c!dream #c!ranboo #manipulation #vomit mention #emetophobia #mind control #sort of #pending apocalypse #puppet!ranboo #puppetmaster!dream #mention of abuse #long post #miishae writes

[a1t-alt]

I'm slowly catching up on the streams I've been missing and that means I have seen Wil's most recent lore stream (July 25th, 2021) and I'm- I- !!!!?????!!!!!!!

I'm here once again to say that cc!Wilbur is incredible and that I absolutely hate c!Wilbur (Revivebur) with a seething passion.

He's written so well, I don't think I'll ever be able to compliment Wilbur's writing and improv skills as much as he deserves. He's done such a good job?? At making me hate his character?? I love it!!! It's like a double edged sword. Revivebur lies and he's manipulative!! But his manipulation tactics are wild to me like- I want to say he's kind at times, passionate, vulnerable, etc. But I know, as a viewer and onlooker, that that's all just play- that's all part of it!

The fact that I myself as an observer am so convinced by the character that I want to sympathize with him or even be apologetic towards him is insane to me. He just- Wilbur, man, my guy, buddy, Mr. Soot- I do not know what to feel, sir. I've been put into a spot where I feel like I have to choose a side- and I feel like that's sort of.. maybe that's intensional. Because c! Wilbur is so hellbent on their being sides to take, battles to fight, that as a viewer you're set into a spot of "either you are on my side, or you are not." And I find that so intriguing and cool and GODS DUDE I'M LOSING IT.

Ranboo and Wilbur have been teasing that they're writing together for a bit now, even if not a ton, they've both mentioned it at one point or another. And to actually see their characters interact again is.. hm. C!Wilbur being set on his opinion of c!Ranboo when they met before only to immediately pretend that he never really felt as heavily as he'd said prior is neat. Obviously we know why, right, he wants Ranboo to do all the hard work for his new burger van. Ranboo's got the materials, he's rich as Fuck, and he craves validation from those around him. He's a perfect target for Revivebur to use! Obviously! And he goes along with it!

I adore c!Ranboo, I love how he's written and played and I love that he's not a black and white character- that he has really silly lore and incredibly dark lore (I'm biased of course, he's my streamer). I see where he's coming from in going with c!Wil. He has nothing to do- plus he reached out to Wilbur about trying again at a proper introduction, since the first went so poorly. So he goes along, he hears Wil out and happily adds to the conversation! He's doing his best to see if he can be friends with Wilbur. I don't think he's stupid, I think he's gauging how far he has to go to have Wil's trust in him if something happens. That thing I'm afraid of is that.. as he said many times, he's not good at telling when something is going to go good or bad. He doesn't realize just how much danger he's out himself into by doing as Wil asks.

Building the van for Wil, giving Wil the sword (though he didn't use it, it was still in his possession and he knows what it's called now), the vandalism in Las Nevadas- first the window (and Wil made sure he didn't silk touch the glass), then the tnt (which when Literally Cornered and told to blow up, he did). Not to mention the fact that he hid his unease from Wil after doing those things- just to gain the trust of the Actual Terrorist on the server.

I wouldn't put it past cc!Ranboo to have more meaning behind going along with things. He's a very good writer and he's very good at playing his character, genuinely. If c!Ranboo is only doing these things for possible future help, I think he's being naive. But I have a feeling that he's got something else in mind. He hid his unease, blatantly lied (and well enough now that c!Wilbur didn't notice) and "yes, and"ed everything- there's no way he's playing this much pretend just to make a friend. I don't know what's going on his enderboy's head but I am very excited to know just what he could possibly want from this.

Back to Wil- I don't know what exactly he has planned for the van. Not drugs, that's too easy- besides, Q was part of the drug business before, he would figure it out. It may be to prove a point- what point, I'm not entirely sure. Or? Or it could just be as simply as.. he just wants to get on Q's nerves. To fight with him, physically or mentally. He's bringing in help from his 'friends' as back up, I feel, in case things do get too rowdy- but I still only have so little idea what the fucker has planned.

C!Wilbur is an enigma to me. People see him as someone who has never and will never understand or utilize anything but black and white. Sides, countries, factions, ideals, etc. But times change, people change. He was gone over 13 years, he knows full well what he's doing- and he's doing a frustratingly fantastic job at it, whatever 'it' may be.

I look forward to his story, how it goes and who with and why. I look forward to seeing what his plans were- or what his cover-ups are. I can't wait for cc!Wilbur to share more with us because just Holy Fuck, man. I also look forward to how cc!Ranboo plays his cards here, because there are many things that can stem from here, even with c!Wil shadowing c!Ranboo.

Anyway, thoughts written, excitement shared. Feel free to add on and theorize! I'd love to see what others are thinking 👀

#dream smp #dsmp #wilbur soot #c!wilbur soot #ranboo #c!ranboo #(DSMP LORE) Healthy Competition [july 25th 2021] #← the stream in case anyone sees this and is confused as hell lmao #altan speaks #also im so sorry i use tumblr mobile i have no idea how to or if i can cut the post to -keep reading- #long post

[mc-slowwalker]

I do not accept anything cc!wilbur says about canon ages ever that is the worst thing he ever said by far. he said revivebur was straight?!??!! no wayyy

oh my god today’s lore stream I saw c!sapnap go to c!tommy’s house for spider eyes and was so fucking afraid for shroud like I was ready to go into the dsmp myself to stop c!sapnap from killing shroud. I am emotionally attached to minecraft mobs 😃😃😃

oh man I am so looking forward to c!dream getting out cause I wanna see just how he’s doing and what he’s going to do. like he’s obviously not going to be better and neither are his attachment issues but he’s also not going to be in a position to complete his plan and I can’t wait to find out what he does. and if he is way too messed up to do anything at all, I wonder what the servers reaction will be

dentists!! omg dentists that would be so funny

oooh true I hadn’t thought about that ! I wonder what motivated them all to be there. it makes me wonder what every characters individual views on c!dream are. like we learned form today’s lore stream that c!sapnap tends to blame everything on him because it’s the easy solution I think and anything else would force him to confront the fact that’s it’s not actually that simple. oh man today’s lore stream made c!george so interesting like did he think he was dreaming and just didn’t care or doesn’t care because he know he’ll just dream again or just finds reality boring but I just know it’s all cause cc!george is just memeing😭😭😭 another thing I want is c!punz lore we’ll get c!dream lore before that😭😭 at least there’s wilbur’s 12 planned lore streams to look forward to 😌😌

it’s definitely way easier to write about stuff you’re passionate about but every time I see that ask I’m like 1000 words how??? still can’t believe it’s the minecraft roleplay I’m analysing to this extent

Canon ages my fucking beloathed. Personally I treat dream smp like that one mario theory where they’re all actors and so on the weekends they just chill and play sports and stuff. Not sure what it has to do with canon ages but if mario is an ageless immortal I think c!Tubbo can be too. Do you think anyone on the smp knows about the fact that tumblr has for the most part accepted that the dream smp is a homonormative society or-

Ngl when I’m watching lore I’m only looking at the screen 5% of the time so I dont know where they are half the time so I actually missed the part where they were near tommy’s house but meta wise I’m upset /j

I’m looking forward to dream getting out but I don’t want it to be too soon. While I think the prison arc has gone on for a while with not a lot of progress I want at least 7 more prison podcasts any less and I will riot

You know those dream smp citizen memes? I had a veterinarian character thing planned but now I think it would be 1000% funnier to make a dream smp dentist because for SURE those dudes have fucked up teeth and I think I will actually make one after this ajdhkf

You know a lot of people jumped on c!sapnap for that and while I celebrate getting the “everyone blames c!dream for everything” I also feel like sapnap was lowkey justified in thinking that? I mean tommy did just get rejected from kinoko kingdom, but c!dream is one of the only people who have been openly antagonistic towards el rapids. And while sapnap jumped on dream fast, he seemed to accept that quackity may have done it when mexican dream said he did. This may be meta on cc!sapnap’s part on accident but I’m going to add it to my reasons thatI apologize for c!sapnap. Just realized I’m a dream smp character centrist going dark dont hmu

I’m actually really happy with the direction george has taken his character because it guves him a canonical reason to fuck around and be stupid which good for him! ALSO c!punz lore??? Hello are you still a spy king???? How are you feeling after the egg shit? Where are you living? C!punz please come back to us

They really did something special with dream smp. Reminds me of dnd almost. New way of telling stories, new medium, new visuals, and etc. also I for sure prefer light hearted (to an extent) take on stuff. Also because it’s minecraft roleplay they can’t take themselves too seriously which is the biggest issue I have with most tv shows

#anon #ask #long post