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cherrynwinesk · 7 months

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Wilbur general dating hcs?

Boyfriend Headcanon's ~ Wilbur Soot

Story g: sfw/soft

Language: English/inglés

⚠️: None

CC's: Wilbur Soot

Reader g: Neutral reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

•"Having a smart/nerd boyfriend" vibes

•He will teach you everything you don't understand in a way that you don't feel "silly"

•As if you talk about some topic and he just drops a fun fact about that topic in case you didn't know that

•If you study or work, he would help with whatever you have to do

•If you don't understand how to do something, he immediately explains what you should do.

•He would also help you solve problems in your daily life

•As if you were stuck on a problem, unable to see the solution, and Wilbur would find more than one solution for you, helping you get out of the anxiety

•He is also very detailed with you

•He would be in charge of learning any instrument that you like and he doesn't know how to play yet

•And this is to impress you, everything he does is to try to impress you.

•He would take you to try new food

•He would be in charge of looking for new experiences for you

•He would call you at night, short calls like 10-15 minutes, just to ask you how your day was, how you feel, and wish you good dreams.

•He would treat you like you were made of glass

•Holding your hand very gently so you can go up or down some stairs

•He would hold the chair so you can sit

•He would always kiss your hand, next to your head or your forehead

•He's definitely taller than you, so he would call you names like "little girl/boy."

•Every time you talk, he would tilt his head to the side, looking at you with his bright eyes and a small smile, he would give you all the attention in the world.

•His body language always talks about how much admiration and love he has for you

•He would like to include your voice in one of his future songs, as if you sent him an audio saying that you love him and he would add that little audio with your voice at the end of a love song

•He would like to have you present in his rehearsals and know your opinion

•Seeks to make you laugh, keep you in a good mood

•He would never forgive himself if he made you cry or make you sad.

•He would immediately ask for your forgiveness and do everything possible to remedy it.

•He would tell you how pretty you are, and because he feels the need to do so,

•Interrupting the conversation, just to tell you "you're so cute" while keeping his face neutral, like you're doing something wrong

•He likes to make you nervous

•He would also be a little jealous

•He wouldn't tell you the things that bother him directly, but do see him "joking" about it.

•He's upset because someone is trying to get your attention, but he doesn't want you to know, so he'd try to look like he's joking about being jealous.

•Maybe he would feel ashamed to say it, but the emotion inside his heart is so strong that he is looking for a way to tell you without creating a problem with you.

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awesomehoggirl · 2 years

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ctubbo poem called POLITICAL CARTOONS -- about bad press and believing in it

#president tubbo. U are everything to me #the idea of how the public reacted to his presidency... also everything to me #c!tubbo #ctubbo #dsmp poetry #dsmp writing #dsmp tubbo #primmy writes

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polinamory · 13 days

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Just a piece of my daydreaming

tw blood torture and mention of death

At some point, Dream began to pray. There was simply nothing else to do. God's alms are his last hope. He did not even ask for release or an end to the torture. He didn't ask for food or sunlight. Dream didn't need it anymore.

He asked for death.

Any. Dream himself believed that he did not deserve a painless death. Sometimes in his prayers he wished for a knife or a sword. At least one piece of glass. Not that Dream thought he would be able to kill himself, but he wouldn't give up the right to try.

More often than not, he whispered prayers at the end of Quackity's visits.

"I wish I could bleed to death."

Then Dream tried to look as non-painful as possible, so that Quackity would think that he could stand it more. To deliver a blow that he couldn't survive. So that he doesn't have time to run to the bars for regeneration potions and a bucket of cold water.

Coming back from the dead is the worst feeling of all. When Dream was already mentally saying goodbye to everyone and allowed himself a slight smile, thinking that it was over, but then he woke up screaming on the floor again, in a puddle of water, blood and potions. And then Quackity punished him for it. Quackity did not give permission to die.

Another unpleasant experience is getting lost in days. When he lost consciousness in the process of another torture, and woke up when the bars were lowered again and Quackity started a new one.

#dream smp #dsmp #mcytumblr #mcytblr #cdream #dsmp dream #mcyt #c!dsmp #c!dream #c! Dream #dsmpblr #dsmp fanfic #dsmp writing #dream smp writing #dream smp fanfiction #dreamwastaken #dream was taken #dreamblr #dreblr

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simplepotatofarmer · 2 years

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there's railings in ravine, in a now empty base, and they were made because techno wanted to keep his allies safe. he saw people fall, hurt themselves needlessly, and he did his best to stop that from happening.

there's a crater in the ground where a government once stood, now full of life and green and growing things, where techno repaid the injustice he and his friends suffered, through ideals and anger, because he believed it was right.

there are copies of a book, somewhere on the server, that speaks of techno's ideals, about fighting tyranny and coercion. because he saw people, his friends, be pressured against their will and decided no more, not if i can help it.

there's a little boy who is back with his father and techno helped bring him home. he saw his friend murdered and promised to save his son, putting aside his differences and offering apologies because he wanted to honor the dead.

there's a horse that techno was willing to die for and there's a fox who no longer chews on sand and there's endermen alive because they reminded techno of his friend.

there's a man and his crows who will never let techno's memories fade and bright, shining green symbol of friendship because once techno said, 'for you, phil, the world'.

there's two people who are stronger than they know, who were heard and supported when no one else would, because techno saw that they needed it and understood.

there's someone who will find what he's looking for, one day, and there's a turtle helmet that will make him think of techno when he finally finds it.

there's a man who is now free, whose torture techno wouldn't let be forgotten, who was shown concern for the first time in months, and who brought techno's spirit with him to bring down another empire.

there are so many reminders, both big and small, living and dead, of the marks that techno left, that will never be forgotten.

and there is a small cabin in the arctic and it's empty now but somehow still filled with warmth and the lights are still on, a reminder, a memory, waiting for the owner's return, knowing his spirit never truly left.

#hi hello i just miss him so much #technoblade #dream smp #dsmp writing #the syndicate #c!techno #emerald duo #bedrock bros #peer pressure duo #sunrise duo

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cryingtulips · 1 month

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i’ll ruin us all my dear

Written for @dsmp-eras. March 9-12 marking L'Manburg for the event, and I chose to write about c!Tommy and c!Dream's duel but in the perspective of c!Wilbur

Watching as Tommy loses his second life because of his actions, Wilbur can't help but wonder if he's destined to ruin everything he cares for.

ao3 link

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If there’s one thing Wilbur regrets never teaching Tommy, it was how to aim.

The younger boy was a good soldier, determined and fierce. Sometimes, as Wilbur watched Tommy train the other soldiers, he wondered if Techno would like him. If he would admire Tommy’s fire and skills, impressive for being self taught. Techno has always admired loyalty, and Tommy’s has always been unmatched.

But Tommy was young and impulsive. Reckless, Techno would scold if he was here. Techno always believed emotions were a weakness, they cloud judgment and can be the reason you die in battle. But Wilbur, still naive and cocky, always argued otherwise. He wanted to believe in the good of others, that conflict can be resolved not through violence, but through compassion—words .

And look where it got L’Manburg: betrayed, weakened, a failed ideal. Wilbur was an idiot to ever think he could be different from his family, that he could change the order of how life operated. He failed everyone, and everyone knows this now, except for Tommy.

Sweet, brave, idiotic Tommy. Tommy who challenged Dream to a duel, all because he can’t admit defeat, all because he wants to make Wilbur proud.

Now, Wilbur watches as red and green walk away from each other with every count that comes out of his mouth. He hopes Tommy wins, for L’Manburg—one last “fuck you” to Dream—but also because if he dies, Wilbur won’t be able to live past the guilt. All two lives taken because of Wilbur, because he can’t be a good leader. He created L’Manburg to protect everyone, and it backfired tremendously.

But Wilbur knows Tommy, knows his strengths and weaknesses. He knows Tommy has never learned how to use a bow, at least not properly. In terms of combat, archery has always been Tommy’s weakest technique. It doesn’t help that Dream has been known for cheating, and Wilbur wasn’t sure who to watch. Dream or Tommy, his eyes kept flickering between the two; the former for any suspicious movement, the latter in fear of the worst happening. Dream was taunting Tommy, and Wilbur felt his anxiety spike as Tommy’s temper rose. He was becoming too emotional, not attentive— he’s not going to be ready.

—

Wilbur sees the moment Tommy realizes his arrow is going to miss its target. Dream shot his early, but not that it mattered because Tommy has always been quick on his feet and was already in the process of jumping in the water, the arrow ripping a piece of blue fabric. But that didn’t matter, because Tommy missed his shot, and just put himself at a disadvantage.

Tommy lost, Wilbur knows this the moment his body hits the water. He blinks, and Dream is drawing his bow again, another blink, and the water is transforming into red. Wilbur screams, Dream’s laughter muffled as he doesn’t hesitate to jump in the water. He reaches blindly until he snags onto heavy material, and struggles to kick as Tommy continues to bleed out into the water that once provided the younger boy comfort, onto the same bridge he and Tubbo were once playing on earlier that day.

It’s tainted now, is Wilbur’s only thought as he’s powerless to save Tommy. He’s numb as Tommy’s chest stops moving, blood marring his own clothing and hands. Someone has to drag him away, even after Tommy’s body has already respawned.

This is Wilbur’s fault. If only he was better; a better leader, a better fighter, a better strategist. He’s tainted, everything he touches is bound to come to ruins, and he was an idiot to think L’Manburg would be different.

#dsmperas #dream smp #dsmp #c!crimeboys #crimeboys #crime boys #c!wilbur #dsmp wilbur #dsmp fic #dsmp fanfic #dsmp fanfiction #dsmp writing #cryingtulips.writes

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saintashes · 1 year

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PRELUDE: ON CONTAINING MULTITUDES. // c!quackity poetry. (click for full images and better quality)

text below :) feel free to reblog !!

PRELUDE: ON CONTAINING MULTITUDES.

the moon burns our souls

and the wind makes us sound distressed

MARBLE STATUE, WINE BOTTLE,

both some sort of fine-something

we begin to dig a HOLE in the GROUND

our time capsule more of a memory burial

basking in idiotic fantasies,

sometimes verging on PRAYER

we lift our hands and pray over your body

IT MAKES US FEEL ROTTEN!

the devil is lonely

we kicked out the devil and it misses us

it keeps begging to be let back,

for us to let it in

it’s waiting in the DARK

it’s waiting for your veins to feel a flash of life

god loves you

but not enough to save you

I WAS MY FIRST VICTIM

— AND NOW I AM MY LAST HOPE

places where reality feels ALTERED,

liminal earth, holy innocence, gentle sin,

eerie, uncanny, watch me BLEED

you can feel yourself getting SICKER

an in-between state of mind

uncomfortable and disorienting

TRAPPED IN YOUR HALLWAY,

can you hear the BUZZING?

maybe it sounds like SWALLOWING GLASS!

or HUGGING GOD!

or SPILLING ACID!

or STARTING A WAR!

or PAINTING OUTSIDE THE LINES!

. . .

well it doesn’t matter in the end

because it’s all suffocating

and your throat burns and your head hurts

( you have felt what it feels like

to be a desperate animal, is what i say,

with different words

DESPERATION has seeped into your veins

through countless sharp WOUNDS,

and it has made your CANINES LONGER

the insides of your THIGHS ROUGHER

your hair all the while whiter

all of your body has adapted

to survive a catastrophic flood

but it never came

and now all you have is an ark )

like a dog with a bird at your door

i will bury you in the garden,

laying you where you are LOVED

like a dog taught to bite

i tripped on the urge to feel ALIVE

to bloom is to kill and to be slain

let it out and hear it BELLOW,

let it SHRED through the cartilage of your ribs

let it feel like SWITCHING OFF a light

— the way night shreds moonlight

RELISH EVERY ACHE

i’ll eat you whole

i’ll give you a NAME i see on a GRAVE

JANE DOE TURNED MARY SUE

wound and dagger!

blow and cheek!

members and wheel!

victim and executioner!

the moral of the story is that

i am going to be your burning star

and you are going to be my flickering lightbulb

and i will GUT you if i NEED to

i will carve my way OUT

with only my TEETH

. . .

YOU CAN ALSO HAVE MY HEART

IF YOU HAVE THE STOMACH TO TAKE IT

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antigo-nicks · 1 year

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THIS IS NOT A LOVE LETTER — a c!wilbur piece

#character wilbur fucking soot #cwilbur #wilbur soot #dreamsmp #dsmp wilbur #pogtopia #pogtopia wilbur #c!wilbur #c!wilbur writing #dsmp writing #pogtopia is such a beloved time to me #dsmp poetry #and all the old stage play discourse just. drove me insane #and thus this was born #stage play #or is it a film script??~~#a stage play in a film you can make of that what you will #unreality

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swedisheek · 11 months

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so imagine. you’re schlatt right. your best friend’s always been pretty, always been flirty, always been one to joke around and call you princess, and you don’t commit easy but you know a bit when you see one so you grin right back and match his steps and kiss him once or twice, over campfires, tasting liquor and smoke and dirt, and once or twice more, dripping rainwater, poking bruises, and more and more and your sweaters get stuck in his closet, your hands get caught in his hair, you tangle up in each others’ dropped stitches and he laughs at your jokes and plays you his songs and makes things with you, ideas, little houses, towering nonsense spires and his teeth get stuck in your neck, his guitar picks sit in your bag, his name is sugary in your mouth, and it’s easy.

and it’s one day too many waking up in his bed before you realize you need to go. he doesn’t tell you he loves you but you can feel it in the way he cooks your breakfast and the questions that he asks and the beers in the fridge that he only buys for you. he doesn’t tell you he loves you but you learn how to make tea and what his favorite languages are and how his heartbeat sounds when he laughs and suddenly, urgently, you know you can never hear him say it because if you did you’d melt back into this, into days and days of sunkissed skin and dreaming on soft sheets. someday you have to wake up.

so you take your beers and you give him his picks and you tell him you hate him, just to make it stick, spit it like chewing tobacco. he doesn’t need you around, so you certainly don’t need him. you walk away from his house, steps measured and slow, because running is for fucking cowards, running is for when you need to make leaving easier on yourself, and you, of all people, don’t need easy. imagine you’re schlatt. congratulations- you don’t need anyone! now you can get some real progress made.

(and always, always, you will toast to love lost, love surgically removed, love quelled before it could spread. always, in your dreams, you will walk the same halls, never quite able to open the bedroom door.)

#roswell speaks #FKING HATE THIS IDIOT #c!schlattbur #c!sweaterduo #c!schlatt #c!wilbur #schlattbur #dsmp #dsmp analysis #dsmp writing #my writing

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tiredfoxtf · 4 months

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From the Notes of Dr. C. Puffy

Dsmp fanfiction. Rated: G. Characters: Captain Puffy, Fundy, Awesamdude (mentioned) Description: We found and transcribed a series of notes from recently declared missing practicing psychologist Dr. C. Puffy. At first we didn't think much of it, but she was putting down on paper some crucial information we couldn't get before. Highly related to missing persons case we are investigating since 2021.

[Transcribed documents were found in Dr. C. Puffy’s office after her disappearance around 17th of January. Attachment to a case 01-12-34-09 of mysterious disappearances. Transcription begins.]

A new patient came in today in what I can only describe as a "mildly concerning" condition. Had a nightmare, a sleepless night, you know, the usual. But something in his face was… off. I can't quite put a pin on what exactly, but it was like he lost a chunk of life overnight. I had him for a couple months, we worked on his family related trauma. He had nightmares before, mostly related to his mother's disappearance, but he never looked like this. Of course I tried to talk with him about it, but he was avoiding the topic like the plague. Which is, notably, very strange coming from him. He never had a problem with cooperation after a couple initial weeks of our sessions. I've put a pin on that and changed the topic. Hopefully, he will be willing to talk next time.

He wasn't, unfortunately. He came in today looking even worse than last time. The "haven't had a good night sleep in a week" type of "worse". The nightmares were reoccurring every night and it was visible. They did numbers on him, he suddenly looked a few years older. I could have sworn there were more white streaks in his red hair. And his eyes… his eyes were so much darker and with those deep eyebags under they seemed even more black. He had hazelnut eyes, they almost seemed yellow sometimes. Now they looked so dark and empty that it was hard to tell where the pupil was. But he still didn't want to talk about what scared him in those nightmares. I prescribed him some sleeping pills.

He stormed into my office mid panic attack today. I do not wish to describe my patients' breakdowns, even for personal notes, but it was the worst breakdown he had in months since we unlocked some of his repressed memories. And boy, it was not pretty. I have no idea how he managed to find my office in this state, but he's lucky he did. Even after his panic was over, he continued to cry. I almost left to get some tea for him and myself, but he gripped my wrist like it was the only thing that kept him from breaking down again. It probably was. I didn't ask about the nightmares today, because, well, obvious reasons. He did talk about that fear he got recently about being followed. He said that he would go somewhere and he would get that feeling that someone is right behind him, but as soon as he turns around it goes away. Apparently now all he does is turns around every minute or so to check. He says that as soon as his vision starts to get a black tint, that's when he has to turn. Whatever that means. He said that on his way to my office no matter how much he turned the black tint wouldn't go away, was afraid that it would get him or he'll go blind or something. I made a show of being calm and said something about his anxiety and sleep deprivation from nightmares. Not sure if he bought it. This whole thing left me puzzled, no amount of studying at university or practicing could've prepared me for that. I did request him to go give some blood tests for anemia or something that would explain black outs in his vision. And I sat reading medical papers on sleep disorders with nightmares and severe anxiety, but nothing that would fit. I will have to wait for his next visit.

Today he was supposed to come, but after fifteen minutes of waiting I knew something was wrong. He was never late, usually even early, especially as of late. And he wouldn't miss the seance without telling me. So, I started calling. I managed to reach him on the thirteenth call after a moderate amount of pacing around my table. I can't express enough the amount of relief I felt after I finally heard his voice. As usual squeaky, but a bit deeper than normal. Turns out I woke him up from something that was over a 24 hours sleep. Which is quite frankly insane going from "almost no sleep" to "sleep through the entire day". He said he'll come next week.

I thought at first that the 26 hours sleep incident meant that his nightmares had stopped. Well, at least it was my hope until I saw him at my office today. Although he did look less sleep deprived, his eyes were still so heavy and tired and he still looked 10 years older than he was supposed to. First thing he asked me to turn my table light on, which I did and he stared at it. He was staring at it through the full session, but he was finally ready to talk about his nightmares. It was a strange experience when he started talking. All I could look at was his eyes. His black-black eyes, that should not be black. Nobody’s eyes are that dark. And yet I was staring, but it didn’t bother him, like he couldn’t see me. He was very descriptive of them, I almost felt like I was there, in his house, his dark house in the middle of the night. It was so cold in there, like the heating wasn’t on. The only sound that I could hear was the clock downstairs. It’s not a big grandfather clock, no Fundy never had that money. Not that he liked those clocks anyway, they actually scared him. And they were ticking so loud. I knew that as soon as it struck midnight I was going to be hunted. By shadows. The shadows are going to swallow me whole. I need a light. Anything. I would go through the drawers, try light switches, tap the phone in futile attempts to get any light in this dark flat. Nothing. Fundy doesn’t keep a lighter or matches (they remind him of his father and how he used to smoke), even his stove is electric and all electronics are dead. I tried to open a window but… behind it was void. I don’t mean like it was night, no, I mean there was Nothing. Completely dark. As if this flat existed in another dimension by itself. The longer I looked into the void, the more helpless I’d feel, the more meaningless everything seemed. The more… welcoming shadows became. My time is up, it’s midnight. It took me a moment to realize that I was in my office and not in that weird void dimension dreamscape. Fundy- my patient was still looking at the lamp. What he said next sent shivers down my spine: “It’s so painful to die there, but the more that happened the more I found it comforting”. It was the moment when I realized that what I took as a trick of the light was real. It’s not just his iris that is too dark, the sclera is a few shades too black as well. When he was going he said “you need to change your lights, everything is so dim”. The lights were as bright as always. I don’t think he realized that it’s his eyes that got darker.

Fundy wasn’t responding to my calls. I don’t know why I decided to go to his apartment complex. But once I stood in front of the door to his flat there was no way back. Again, I don’t know what I was thinking entering the damn flat when I realized it wasn’t locked. I don’t know why I didn’t call him. I remember thinking how darn cold and dark it was. Of course it's the end of December, it’s supposed to be cold and dark, but I stood there in Fundy’s flat in my coat and was getting chills. I took out my phone and proceeded to the bedroom, now I don’t know why I knew where his bedroom is, but I just did. And there he was. Sitting on his bed. His eyes were black. I mean all of it was black. Sclera, iris and pupil were one at this point. Like two droplets of ink. Rather two small ink lakes. I called him. He turned to me and… His eyes were all black but I knew he was staring at me. The whole room was staring at me. The shadows were staring, but they couldn’t reach me. Because of the light of my phone. He tilted his head and squinted like he tried to take a better look at me. And that’s where he said “Dr. Puffy? Come here so I could see you”. And that was it for me, I booked it for the door, immediately. But I wasn’t safe yet, they were following me, I got into my car and drove to my office. And I don’t know, okay, I don’t know why I drove to my office instead of home. But this place seems… safer. I should consider living here for a while. I don’t know what I saw. I don’t know what that was, a curse, a haunt or whatever else, all I know is that it was real. Too real. It was that feeling, the very same feeling of looking into the abyss, when I looked into Fundy’s empty eyes. Like life was meaningless. I shouldn’t sleep tonight.

I was researching on the internet. Well, more like reading threads on old forums and Reddit, trying to find anything similar to what happened to Fundy. Or even why. What’s weird is that I couldn’t find anything on Fundy himself. And I know for a fact that Fundy was on the internet a lot, he did freelance coding and even had a YouTube channel and I know because he showed it to me. But when I tried to find it- it was just gone, like it never existed. And he did Not delete his channel. There should have been something left, but there was absolutely nothing. I had his photo on my phone in contacts. But both the contact and the photo just disappeared into thin air. I asked a person from the next door, I think the name was Sam, if he remembered Fundy, described him. I knew that before all of that started, Fundy and he got along somewhat well, and saw them talking a couple times. He looked at me really hard, visually trying to remember. He said he doesn’t know him, but there’s a weird feeling he should.

I’m still trying to piece it all together. I sleep a lot less and when I do, it’s in the office. I haven’t been home in a few days. I didn’t dream of the shadows or the abyss, so that’s reassuring. But all I got - the abyss took all of him to itself. Which is not rational by any means, but the only explanation I can think of. Why haven’t I forgotten is another question I don’t know the answer to. My other patients don’t look at me weird at least.

I stare every hour at the bathroom mirror, I try to find even a hint that my eyes start to go black, but nothing. However the longer I look the weirder my own reflection is to me. I don’t really recognize myself and the dark circles under my eyes are not part of it, it feels like I’m missing something. Right on my head, there should be something heavier than just my hair. And my eyes shouldn’t be this round. I don’t know why.

There are tiny horns on my head. And my pupils are more… horizontal. How interesting.

I want to know. I need to know. Knowledge is guidance. His name was Fundy Soot.

I broke a mirror and went right through it. :)

[End of the transcript]

[Case additional note: We can confirm that someone named Fundy Soot indeed existed at some point in this reality. We found him in the birth records in the archives of the Astral Library, along with some attached photos. We also asked the person named Sam Dude, who did work next to Dr. C. Puffy about her, the mirror and showed him the photos - in that order. He confirmed that he didn’t see her exit the building in the last week or so before the disappearance. He confirmed the broken mirror, and found it strange. The photos caused him severe discomfort, mild vertigo and a migraine. He couldn’t recognize Fundy Soot from the picture, but kept repeating “how” out loud. Overall those notes shed some light on a series of mysterious disappearances without a trace of existence. Although we don’t really know what happened to the likes of Fundy. Nor what happened to Dr. Puffy herself. All of it is very interesting, isn’t it?]

#> tired writes #Long since i posted in this tag huh #au #dsmp writing #captain puffy #fundy #sam doesn't get a tag because he is just mentioned #rip bozo

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lmanburgseulogy · 16 days

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c!wilbur and c!eret climbing up the walls of L’manburg. the last bricks were just put down, the walls being taller than ever. After all that time eret spent hauling heavy blackstone with the sun beating down on her; she decided to celebrate the completion with wilbur. No matter how worn out she was, and how her arms ached, she and wilbur danced like fools upon the borders. Their walking space was slim, but they found a way to swing around each other. They moved in coordination in time, like it had been done millions of times before. Nothing could ever, ever ruin that time.

#c!buttonduo #l’manburg posting #c!eret #c!wilbur #dsmp #dsmp writing

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morgueofstories · 6 months

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Nothing Satisfies Me But Your Soul

Her heels echoed throughout the halls, the only sound in the entire building that was too silent for way too long. She didn't hurry down the halls, no, she took her time as she approached her destination.

Where her visitor was waiting for her.

She crouched down to their level and smiled through the veil of her hat. "It seems like you took my words for granted. Look at what happened to you, if only you had seen past your hubris things would be different."

With a flick of her fingers, an object appeared from thin air in her hands. "You notice this? This will be the deciding factor for the trajectory of your life. Now all I need is...." She grabbed the crown from their head and slowly took it off, putting it on the scale and began to speak:

"Scales decide based on their life, if they were a person who did wrong or did right. The blood on their hands the good things they have done, show me what they did under the moon and sun. Depending on what they've done or seen; heaven or hell is where they will be,"

The woman watched the scales as the instrument seemed to hover in the middle for a few seconds before tipping to one side; the woman listened as the sound of a bell echoed through the cell and a red light glowed from the scale.

The woman smiled sinisterly before turning back to look at her guest, who was pale, quiet, and immobile. "The scales have shown that you committed bad things, and it's been decided that I should take you to hell to live out the punishment decided for you."

"Doesn't that sound wonderful, Mister Sam?" ***

I was inspired after watching an explanation video of the miniseries of The Fall of the House of Usher and Verna is a character that immediately intrigued me. I love stories where they take the concept of death and create a character that interprets death to a certain degree. So I decided to write about Lady Death aka Kristen.

Why is Sam dead? In this story Dream never shows up to Pandora's Vault and Sam and loses all three of his canon lives to suicide attempts and starvation.

#dsmp #dsmp writing #mumza #dsmp mumza #miss trixtin #dsmp kristen #c!awesamdude #only mentioned though #because he dead #morgue's writing

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awesomehoggirl · 2 years

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ctommy poem i wrote last year called CAVITIES (click for quality)

#c!tommy fanart #dsmp poetry #dsmp writing #c!tommy #primmy art #reblogs > likes !!!#dsmp fanart #primmy writes

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bhaalbeast · 7 months

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It's not dark yet (but it's getting there)

“For fucks sake, Quackity! Leave- Leave him alone, please, let’s just go, he looks like he’s dying!”

Quackity turns away to meet Sapnaps eyes, for just a few seconds. He tilts his head, slightly.

In a faux innocent tone laced with far too much malice to not be concerning, he replies. “He always looks like this.”

Its back. There's 11 chapters now. It's better than ever. (I hope)

And we've finally reached one of the many moments I've been anticipating since I started writing this roughly 3 years ago now.

With no further ado- I give you, chapter 11 of It’s Not Dark Yet.

#dreblr #dreblr writing #fires art #c!dream #c!sam #c!quackity #c!sapnap #dsmp fanfic #dsmp writing

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polinamory · 5 days

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translated one of my recent works. tbh worried that I've made a lot of mistakes but anyway

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55184077

“I was just walking around the neighborhood and noticed that your light was on. I come in, and you're lying here half-dead.”

“And how long has the light been an invitation to enter?”

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Tommy got sick on MCC's day, and Dream was there. The actins take place during the early L'manberg period.

#dsmp #dream smp #ctommy #dsmp dream #cdream #dream smp writing #dsmp fanfic #dsmp writing #dream smp fanfiction #discduo #disc duo #dream and tommy #MCC

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sp00nzontheteenagefacebook · 2 years

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Hello! Could I request Sapnap, Fundy, and Quackity (c!) with a bunny hybrid s/o?

Sapnap, Fundy, and Quackity with a bunny hybrid s/o

(warnings) -none

Pronouns: None used!

Notes: - You're pretty much a walking-talking bunny - A Furry if you will

enjoy <33

🔥Sapnap🔥

*Insert fuckboi face*

He wont leave your ears alone

They're so soft and he needs to pet them

Will randomly pick you up and cradle you close

He will randomly fuck with you by blowing on your ears

"I love you so much my bunny <33"

You were standing in the kitchen removing some cooked porkchops from the furnace. Your ears flick at the sound of the front door opening.

A small smile adorned your face as you continue preparing your Husbands food.

You could hear everything he was doing; from him removing his torn up sneakers to the sound of him mumbling your name.

Chuckling to yourself you shook your head gently and placed his food to the side and began preparing your food.

Before you knew it he was entering the kitchen, only to pick you up from behind and peppering kisses against the nape of your neck. You let out a small assortment of laughs and wrap your hands around his rough ones.

You leaned into his larger body and close your eyes. Your eye snapped open when he blew a stream of cold air into the back of your ear.

You squirmed in his arms until you were eye to eye with him.

"No, don't do that."

He laughed, "I have to though, messing with you is cute."

He reached for your ears and stroked it. Your nose and ear twitched. Huffing you buried your head in his chest.

"You're lucky I love you."

He hummed as he stroked your ear, "I love you too, Bun. Now, lets eat dinner?"

🦊Fundy🦊

Ngl, when he first saw you he thought you were a bunny that was fed a little too well

He thought he was gonna have a very large dinner that night

Yeah, you may have been picking flowers but you didn't hesitate to hold a netherite sword to his neck after that one.

but hey, look at you two now!

He likes to curl up around you when its cold

If he smells that his scent has rubbed off you he'll spend the next 30 minutes covering your your body in his scent

It was a cold night, you were bunched up under a few blankets.

It was the first week of winter and sadly your winter fur hasn't grown yet. You shivered and pulled the blankets around you tighter.

The door opened and your eyes shot over to it, in walked in your Husband. Once he saw you he wasted no time taking off his hat and jumping on the bed to curl up around you.

He buried his face in your neck and rubbed his wet nose against your neck.

Smiling softly you scratched behind his ear, "Hi Honey, I missed you."

He hummed, "Missed you more. I don't like leaving you alone," he snuggled closer to you.

You nodded slightly, "I don't like when you leave either.. but hey, you're back. That's all that matters right now," you pressed a kiss to the top of his furry head.

He smiled, "I love you Bunny."

"I love you too, Fox."

That night the two of you fell asleep feeling a warm feeling. Both from love, and from you body heat.

🐤Quackity🐤

Oh boy

Well if you thought Sapnap fucked with you than you have a whole other thing coming with Quackity.

He will walk by you and tug on anything he can get his hands on

Your ears, your tail

He just doesn't know how to act around you

Fucking with you is his love language tho <33

He goes soft and giddy on the inside when he sees you

He may be a dickwad sometimes, but hes your dickwad <33

You were walking around the smp with a basket of bread and cookies.

Visiting Niki was always your favorite way to spend your mornings. Especially after she gives you a basket full of baked goods.

Your mouth waters at the thought of smearing some butter on warm bread.

You quicken your pace. You were so caught up in your thoughts of buttery goodness that you didn't notice your Husband walking behind you.

Your tail was suddenly tugged on, hissing in surprise you turn around and wacked him with the basket.

Quackity looked at you in mock pain, "Did my partner just fucking hit me?? Abuse! Abuse! Help me I'm being abused!" he screamed out while flailing his arms around.

You stared at him with a deadpanned face, "You done now?" He stared at you and let out one more scream and then nodded.

Your lips twitched slightly, "you almost made me drop my bread n' cookies."

Quackity let out a small laugh and pulled you into his arms, "but you didn't! It's all fineee!" Letting out a small chuckle you pulled away from the hug.

You extended your arm for him, "c'mon Q, we can share if you behave," Quackity smiled and linked his arm with yours.

"Okay! You better watch out though, Ill go for your ears next."

Rolling your eyes you began walking down the path. "Of course you will. I love you Ducky."

Quackity looked away and blushed, "mhm, I love you too mi conejito,"

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Hello everybody! Wow! I came back from the death! Yep! I know I haven't posted in like- a year?? But I'm back and hyperfixating on Tumblr and writing!

#dsmp x reader #headcanons #fiction #dsmp #sapnap x reader #fundy x reader #quackity x reader #dsmp writing #x reader

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