#ghostbur’s so innocent and friendly

[kaz-oooo]

I think we should all be thankful Ghostbur was created through improv and not something Wilbur sat down and created outside of streaming… because could you imagine !!!!

Ghostbur wakes up, he has vague memories of fire and explosions and swords piercing through his chest. The memories of all the pain and agony he lived with — the pain and agony he subjected his friends and family to — slowly fading away as he climbs out of the wreckage of a place he does not recognise.

And when he reaches the surface he can see familiar faces. Quackity, a long time friend and rival, although ghostbur can’t remember why they ever fought. Fundy, his beloved son, he remembers how they used to sing lullabies together before he sent Fundy off to bed. And Tubbo, the president of L’manberg, the final decision Wilbur had ever made… at least as far as Ghostbur remembers.

With a smile on his face Ghostbur rushes over to greet his friends, tripping over his own feet as he stumbles over rumble and debris.

Tubbo is the first to see him, a million and one different emotions flashing across his face the moment he catches sight of the ghostly figure. Ghostbur only recognises one. He doesn’t understand the rest.

He doesn’t understand why Tubbo seems to cower away in fear. He doesn’t understand why Fundy’s ears are pinned back against his head. He doesn’t understand why Quackity’s grip grows tighter around the hilt of his axe as he threatens to lob Ghostbur’s head from his shoulders if he takes another step forward.

He tries to understand. He asks and begs for some kind of explanation, but apparently he was just meant to understand. “You know what you did” Quackity spits in his face as he waves his arms through the air, gesturing towards the ashen pit in the ground. “I’m not falling for your tricks again!”

There were no tricks. He tries so desperately to defend himself, but nobody will let him speak. Eventually he gives in. He’ll just find somebody else, somebody who’ll listen and understand.

A tear burns as it rolls down his cheek. He has barely left L’manberg’s borders and already he doesn’t remember why he is so sad.

[zorishy]

DSMP AU lore post

🟢DSMP

Ghostbur’s first appearance + during exile arc

One night, after L’Manberg had been rebuilt, Tommy fell asleep on his couch. He had been up half the night being upset about Parker’s (Pogbur) recent death. The next morning however, Tommy woke up in his bed, the smell of food wafting throughout his home.

Tommy curiously and confusedly went downstairs to find someone cooking in his kitchen. The figure was unmistakably Parker, albeit healthier and cheerier than the Parker that had died. The apparition had grey skin and dark grey hair. A pair of white bird wings were situated on his back, like that of an angel. Tommy couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

The spectre looked up from the stove, his eyes like two black voids with a white dot in the center of each. The spirit greeted Tommy and explained that he was making breakfast. Tommy rushed over to him, hugging him tightly, rambling to Parker’s ghost about how he never thought he would see him again. The ghost hugged back, appreciating that Tommy was so worried about him.

It became clear over the next few weeks that this spirit wasn’t a perfect reincarnation of Parker. He always referred to himself as either Ghost or Ghostbur, was constantly friendly (even towards people Parker hated), and was overall more innocent and happy than Parker. It was as if he didn’t remember a single bad thing that happened when he was alive.

When Tommy was exiled from L’Manberg, Ghostbur went with him to keep him company. Ghostbur tried his best to keep Tommy’s spirits up but that was kinda hard with everything Dream was doing to him.

Ghost hadn’t realized what Dream was doing until he experienced Dream’s cruelty himself. One winter night, Dream took Ghostbur’s pet sheep out of his pen, hiding him away somewhere. When Ghost asked where Friend (the sheep) had gone, Dream said he wandered into the woods and Ghost should look for him. Ghostbur immediately set out to find friend, he was missing for around a month after that. Turns out ghosts can freeze to death and Ghostbur lost his first canon life to the elements.

When the spirit returned in logstedshire, Tommy informed him that Dream had hidden friend and sent Ghostbur off into the woods so he wouldn’t get in the way of torturing Tommy. The spirit hated Dream with every fiber of his being after that and had Philza look after friend to keep him safe.

Unfortunately, friend was not safe with Phil.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

If you had to write an entire story without either action or dialogue, which would you choose and how would it go?

Definitely action. I love love loooove writing dialogue—it feels very natural and easy to me—but I tend to struggle with action scenes.

Really, the story would turn out like most of my other stories, because none of them are very action-heavy.

Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Techno, probably. I just can’t seem to get a good grip on his character, so I don’t feel like I write him very well.

Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Ooooh love this :D

I really like writing Ghostbur; he’s so lovely and sweet and innocent and the way he looks at the world is so… like, relatable but also really unique? I just love him <3

Jyn-Si is also super fun to write. She’s got a very outgoing and friendly personality, and she’s very sweet and kind as well! She can also be pretty feisty, and that’s always a blast to write XD

What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

That you have to keep it… professional sounding, I guess?

Sometimes in writing, you’ve got to get a little unprofessional—especially during dialogue, I’ve found. If you try to keep it clean and ordered and following-all-the-rules allllll the time, odds are the text is going to come across as flat, uninspired, or unrealistic.

It’s okay to have things sound more natural, more messy. I’d argue that it makes the story better, partially because it’s something a lot of writers tend to ignore or put aside.

What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

Hmm… I like to hop between stories a lot. I’ll write a bit in one story, then switch to another for a bit, add a sentence to a different one, jump back to the first, so on and so forth. It helps me stay invested and not lose interest in writing.

For you, I’ll go with 4, 7, 19, 22, 26, 32 and 39!

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Once again, I’m here to remain all of you, that If you think c!Slimecicle is a replacement for Ghostbur you’re losing one of the best and terrifying experiences ever in the SMP.

/CW: Mentions of:  Dead animals/ Death / Vore / Torture / AND:  Swearing / Ranting / meta (??) and bad English

COMPARING THESE TWO, IT’S LIKE COMPARING THE BEACH WITH THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA. 

One thing is a vacation place, the other is a terrifying place that will murder me.

When I said that I am terrified of Slimecicle, I MEAN IT. As cc!Charlie has said in his last video: 

“A thousand century old glop trying to learn what means being human”

IT’S LIKE JUST A CONCEPT THAT JUST GIVES SO MUCH HORROR. Ghostbur was naive, it was, Slimecicle is naive in human things, he’s a SLIME, not a dead person with sense of humanity, he’s going to murder someone in the blink of an eye and I can feel it in my skin. 

Ghostbur was a person, he was a person, an adult, with memory lose, naive, BUT HE’S HUMAN. HE HAD HUMANITY. HE HAD A SOUL. He did some weird shit sometimes, but what was the worse he could cause? A salmon dead? A confused laugh? A weird look?

c!Charlie is a monster. AN ALIEN, IF YOU WISH, BUT NOT THE FRIENDLY HITMAN PURPLED.

A dog alone is a dog, with two is a different history. I KNOW IT BECAUSE I HAVE SEEN DOGS, really inoffensive dogs, BECOMING DEATH MACHINES WHEN THEY ARE TOGETHER. HUNTING LITTLE ANIMALS FOR FUN, CATS, EVEN OTHER DOGS, BECAUSE THERE ARE TWO OF THEM. And they don’t realize it’s wrong, because THEY ARE ANIMALS. 

Slimecicle is an animal. 

When he fails at being a human, and he will, and he decides that pretending to be a human isn’t worth it for whatever he wants, WE ARE DEAD. I know that maybe that won’t happen, because cc!Charlie is more a funny guy (he goes into some dark shit sometimes, but he always come back to the funny content), but that idea has been in the back of my head for days now. 

You know, that idea that maybe Ghostbur was evil? Because he said he liked red ONCE. Guess what, Slimecicle he’s an animal, AN ANIMAL DOESN'T HAVE CONTEXT OF WHAT IT’S EVIL OR GOOD, AND YOU KNOW WHAT ANIMALS DO, WHAT DECISION PROCESS THEY TAKE? SURVIVAL. HE’S TERRIFYING. When he realizes that he’s more powerful than the others, that he can whatever he wants, when he decides that playing “human” are not worth it. WE ARE GOING TO HAVE VORE IN THIS HOUSE, AND I’M NOT READY FOR THAT AGAIN. YOU THOUGHT TORTURE IS BAD? BE READY WHEN THIS BEAST STARTS EATING KIDS ALIVE. 

Every time that I saw him in the screen I’m anxious, I’m anxious for any character that makes contact with him. I was so worried about Tommy, for Purpled, for Connor, even Quackity. 

Quackity is controlling him for now, he gained a pretty good weapon, but if he loses control, I’m certain he will end up death or worse. 

ALSO, HE KNOWS SO MUCH. SO MUCH. Ghostbur, love him, WAS A FORGETFUL INNOCENT SOUL THAT WASN’T ABLE TO ACCEPT CHANGES, GHOSTBUR FORGET THINGS. CHARLIE DOESN'T. HE KNOWS SO FUCKING MUCH. 

You know how fucking scary is that a slime with human bones, that you NEVER had seen in your life, addresses by YOUR NAME AND ADDRESS. HE KNOWS WHERE YOU’RE FROM, WHERE YOU LIVE. 

HE KNOWS DREAM, HE KNOWS TOMMY, HE KNOWS WILBUR, HE KNOWS L’MANBERG, HE KNOWS THE WHOLE HISTORY, WITHOUT ANY BIAS, BECAUSE HE’S A MONSTER THAT HAS BEING WATCHING EVERY MOVE FROM THE DARK.   

He’s a slime. 

FEAR HIM. 

PURPLED IS IN THE RIGHT MIND TO BE HOSTILE WITH HIM, TO ASK WHY HE HAS BONES THAT AREN’T FROM HIM, FUNDY IS VALID TO BE SCARED OF HIM.  

IF HE HAS SEEN ALL THE HISTORY WITHOUT BEING SEEING, WHY IS CHOOSING TO BE SUCH BAD SPY NOW?

WHY NOW. What happened, what’s the reason for THIS THING TO WANT TO BE A HUMAN? WHY NOW? What is he planning? Why he chose to show himself to Quackity first? To be his best friend? WHY.

WHEN THEY REALIZE THAT HE IS NOT JUST A “SLIME BOY” IT WILL BE TOO LATE. 

“And then one day, history itself will fall by the wayside and give way to the inevitable“ Slimecicle

I’m so scared, AND I LOVE IT. 

Argh, I love you Charlie, the lore is so good, I swear. 

Maybe I am reading to much into it, but it’s my shit. 

[lonely-lost-soul]

Daddy's Little Girl Pt. III

Pt III: Revenge

Pt. I, Pt. II

(Technoblade x reader, and Wilbur x Reader)

(brother tubbo and sister reader)

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Sam’s eyebrow twitched as he eyed The Blade wearily, who stood with his arms crossed completely void of any weaponry. So far the Blood God listened to Sam, he had disposed of all his weapons in the chest and complied with all the prison security procedures. It was rare to see, Technoblade having no weapons and Sam being completely decked out in armor. The only thing the creeper hybrid couldn’t pinpoint was the motive, why did Technoblade suddenly have an interest in visiting Dream, it just didn’t add up. To protect the sanctity of his prison he had to figure out just why Technoblade was visiting Pandora’s worst and only prisoner.

“Technoblade?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you here?”

“I already told you that, didn’t I? I’m here for a friendly chat with my good pal Dream.” Sam pressed his tongue to his teeth and frowned under his gas mask, “What? Don’t believe me? How rude. Are you this mean to all of the visitors who enter your prison?”

“You don’t exactly have the best reputation around,” Sam grunted, while Technoblade made a sound and adjusted the mask on his face.

“Who’s talking bad about me?”

“Tommy.”

“Tommy’s biased,” he scoffed watching the lava slowly descend in front of his eyes. Sam trained his green eyes on Dream across the way,

“Technoblade. Does this have anything to do with Wilbur’s revival? Cause whatever it is you’re thinking I can guarantee it’s not-”

“Sam has anyone ever taught you to mind your own fucking business?” Technoblade snarled baring his teeth at the warden. Sam blinked a few times his grip tightening on his trident, Technoblade stepped on the platform and it sent him forward. Dream’s head was tilted to the side, his dirty blonde hair fell across his shoulders. His bangs fell in front of his face as his head perked up seeing Technblade,

“Technoblade to what do I owe the pleasure?” Dream mused tapping his foot against the obsidian floor,

“Morning Dream.” Technoblade mused cracking his knuckles, “we have a lot to talk about, but I’m going to cut right to the chase. Give me the revive book.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dream mused innocently, “Does this have anything to do with Wilbur being revived? Or a certain lady goat hybrid?” Technoblade growled viciously, “Does the name (Y/n) ring any bells?”

“How the fuck do you know her name?”

“Oops did I hit a nerve?” Dream mused his lips curling up into a grotesque sneer, Technoblade’s fist balled at his sides trying to keep his composure and not listen to the roaring voices who demanded blood be spilled.

“Answer the question Dream,” Technoblade demanded through gritted teeth. Dream dared to laugh in his face, “I’m assuming Wilbur shared that information with you?” Dream hummed softly neither confirming nor denying The Blade’s statement but he got the picture. Dream kicked off the wall tilting his head to the side a coy smile on his lips,

“I met her, and not just her ghost.” Technoblade’s entire body froze and he pushed Dream against the wall, his fist was curled around his jumpsuit.

“How?”

“When I revived Wilbur. She was there in his limbo, what happened to her horns I wonder?” Technoblade snarled deep in his throat, “Wilbur left her there you know? Did he mention that to you?” Techno wasn’t a fool, he knew what Dream was trying to do but kept his composure, not letting the master manipulator get under his skin.

“That’s exactly why I’m here. You’re going to revive her or I’m revoking the favor I owe you. I don’t care about morals, I care about bringing her back to me.” Dream grit his teeth,

“Well, how do you expect me to do that without Ghost-(y/n)?”

“Who says I don’t have her?” Dream’s eyes bulged in his head, he saw no invisibility particles,

“SAM!” Dream tried to shout as Technoblade covered his mouth, Dream saw the wall rippled beside him as a very hesitant-looking ghost came through the wall. Not even Ghostbur was able to do something of that caliber, but she again was a ghost longer than he ever was, she must’ve picked up some fun little tricks. She floated over to Techno and hid behind his shoulder, her grey eyes looked up at him,

“You promise I’ll get to see Ghostbur again if I do this?”

“Of course sweet one,” Technoblade responded watching her nod gently. Technoblade loved the alive version of you, and when your ghost came to him sobbing about Ghostbur being gone and Alivebur not giving a single shit. She begged him for help and he answered her call, he failed to do so before, and he wasn’t going to let the same thing happen twice. You wanted to be with the sweet warmhearted version of Wilbur, who was he to stop you, plus he would have the alive you back.

When you came back Technoblade wouldn’t let Wilbur have you again, he wouldn’t let anyone else lay a hand on you. Well, other than your little brother of course, even if he was an ex-president Technoblade wasn’t evil.

“You still can’t make me do it!” Dream snarled as you hid deeper against Technoblade’s shoulder, “Sam won’t let you.”

“I think Sam’s going to have something else to worry about.”

A roaring sound of explosions went off nearby, Dream’s eyes widened in horror.

“That,” He smirked, “Is the power of the syndicate. Niki really knows how to come through in a pinch. I won’t ask again.”

Dream grumbled assessing his options, on one hand, he could revive you and he’d still have that favor over Technoblade. Yet, on the other hand, he couldn’t use your resurrection for more of those future favors. Dream clicked his tongue, although he could use that to his advantage if she was alive once more.

“Fine. Come here,” He held a hand out to the little ghost, she looked meekly at Technoblade. He nodded and motioned his head towards his outstretched hand, she took Dream’s hand, and he muttered some words in another tongue that even the great Technoblade couldn’t decipher. A bright light surrounded your ghost’s figure, and in a matter of moments you, the alive you stumbled forward. You gasped for breath as you fell against Technoblade’s chest, you had a bright white streak in your hair, and dried blood on your head and by your nubs. You were breathing heavily, pupils were blown wide, as you looked up at Technoblade. He felt his throat close up and he removed the mask on his face,

“Where am I? Who...Techo?” You gaped cupping his cheeks within your palms, he melted into your hands with a soft whine he tried to cover up. “Holy fuck you look so old!” Moment completely spoiled and ruined,

“Hey Dream I changed my mind.” You yelped hitting him softly on the arm, “kidding.” He spoke tenderly trying not to show his soft side around Dream, he was a tough killer, not someone who melted at the sight of his old childhood crush. Technoblade turned towards Dream and saluted, an arm wrapping around your waist, “sic semper tyrannis, Dream.” He mused disappearing with you, Dream should’ve known the Syndicate set up a stasis chamber for their leader.

Technoblade held you tight so you didn’t tumble over, you did look a little green in the face, “You alright?” He spoke softly as the fresh snow of the Tundra tickled your nose. You reached out your hand to touch the falling flakes, it was almost like you were mesmerized by the sight of them. “Sweet one?”

“I can feel them. I haven’t felt anything in so long,” You whispered brushing your hair out of your face. “Technoblade...Did you revive me?” He swallowed thickly, your eyes held a certain look to them, sharp but eager.

“I did.”

“Why?” You titled your head to the side, pursing your lips. He turned his head away from you to hide the flush to his cheeks, your frown seemed to deepen on your features. “Technoblade, why did you revive me? I’ve been dead for...god how long has it been for you?” You sighed heavily, “What use is there for you to bring me back?”

“Wilbur-”

“Don’t mention his fucking name!” You spat harshly, eyes flashing a dangerous shade of (e/c), “That son of a bitch!” Your hands clenched at your sides as Techno’s eyes widened, he wasn’t used to you cursing but it made sense. “He left me in his limbo after he promised me we’d leave together or not at all! I’m going to beat the shit out of the bastard!” You snarled as Technoblade reached out and put a hand on your shoulder, he squeezed it lightly.

“That’s why I revived you. You didn’t deserve to get left there, you deserved to be resurrected more than Wilbur did. I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were like Ghostbur sooner, I’m sorry I didn’t know about revivals. You would’ve been my priority, you should’ve been my priority.” Techno stared into your eyes as the rage swimming in them dissipated, instead, they were replaced with a fond look. “I don’t know what you and Wilbur had, but ever since I found out about your death all those years ago, I don’t live a single day without regret. I should’ve pushed for you to stay with us and Tubbo, I should’ve killed your dad the minute I set eyes on the bastard. I should’ve listened to the voices-” Technoblade grit his teeth and it was your turn to reach up and cup his cheek, he came back to you as soon as he felt your touch against his skin. “I’m so sorry.”

That was the first-ever apology you’ve ever gotten and you felt a tear roll down your cheek at his words. Technoblade looked at you hesitantly and pulled you into a hug, he made sure he was gentle as to not hurt you further, “Stay with me?”

“I promise.” You whispered burying your face in the crook of his neck, “Thank you Techno.”

Maybe things would be okay for you after all. Maybe this one was different, maybe Technoblade wouldn’t let you down like so many have done.

“What was it like? Coming back?” Technoblade asked as he leads you in the direction of his once retirement home. He watched you tilt your head to the side rolling your bottom lip between your teeth,

“A train came and picked me up.” You looked distant for a moment as you remembered your resurrection.

Ghostbur was peeking over his handful of cards to look over at you, “Go fish?”

“Ghostbur this is poker.” You sighed pinching the bridge of your nose, he made a soft ‘o’ with his mouth his brow furrowing. He shuffled in his spot eyes flicking down to his cards then back up at you, “You don’t remember how to play do you?” He shook his head no in response to your question. You sighed softly brushing away the annoyance that prickled against your skin, “That’s alright come here.” He shuffled next to you resting his chin on your shoulder, as you taught the ghost the rules of the game once more, it seemed no matter how often you taught the ghost the rules he’d always forget something.

“You’re a really good teacher.” He murmured against your shoulder, “I’m glad I’m not alone here.” He refused to meet your eyes, “but…”

“You’d rather it be ghost me huh?” You hummed looking at him out the corner of your eyes, he wilted under your gaze and you chuckled sadly. “Don’t look so upset I’m not insulted,” You waved him off carelessly, “you loved her?” He stiffened sitting up straight,

“I- I don’t- she’s my blue you know? She’s so kind and wonderful! I just- she doesn’t like to be left alone-!” You placed a palm over his mouth to shut him up, you eyed him before removing your hand slowly. The ghost swallowed thickly and nodded, “I love her a lot.” His voice cracked a little in embarrassment, you smiled sadly, your finger gently caressed his cheek.

“I know you do. Cause I know how much she loves you,” He turned redder as you sighed softly,

“Do you love Wilbur?”

You choked on your spit, your entire face turning a dark shade of red, “Do I WHAT?”

“Love Wilbur?” The ghost repeated curiously, “You were so upset when he left you here.” You grit your teeth and punched the ground of the train station, you thought about all the time the two of spent in limbo. You had grown so close to the man only to have him rip apart that connection in a matter of seconds boiled your blood.

“Yeah. I guess I did, but the motherfucker ruined that the moment he broke his promise.” You kissed your teeth in frustration running a hand through your hair, “Whatever love that was it is long gone I’m afraid. Especially since time moves so differently here, it’s been years since he left me behind.” Your eyes glazed over as Ghostbur gently wrapped you in a hug, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Alive me is kind of a douche.”

You burst into laughter, a bright smile spreading across your lips, “You’re not wrong Ghostbur, ya know you’re pretty alright.”

“You’re pretty alright too (Y/n).” A smile spread across his lips, in a matter of seconds that smile vanished as a train horn sounded in the distance. Your entire body froze as you whipped towards the sound, you felt the air around you grow hot and your mouth go dry. “Hey, Hey,” Ghostbur cupped your cheeks pulling you in his direction, “Focus on me. I won’t leave you.” The rumbling of the tracks grew louder as the both of you stood up, another horn blared causing you to flinch at the noise, ears twitching. The wind whipped both you and Ghostbur’s hair back, he held tightly to the beanie on his head not wanting it to fly away. The train screeched coming to a stop right in front of the both of you, immediately you recalled the same scenario, years prior only this time Ghostbur was by your side. The doors creaked open and fog poured into the station, inside was Dream, but by his side was a ghostly version of yourself. She was fiddling with her hands, almost anxiously,

“(Y/n)?” Ghostbur breathed his hand extending shakily towards the ghost version of yourself, her eyes lit up like stars.

“Bur?”

“This is your stop. Off.” Dream commanded, forcefully shoving her off of the vehicle, she landed gracefully in Ghostbur’s arms. He peppered her face with kisses, tears spilling down her cheeks,

“You’re okay. I’m here now.” He spoke softly running a pale hand through her hair, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to be with you,” Ghostbur looked a little surprised, turning his head to look at your figure. You and Dream seemed to be having a staring contest with one another, “Plus…” The ghost of yourself murmured, “Someone really wants her alive.” That snapped your attention away from Dream, brows furrowing in confusion,

“Who would-”

“Tik Tok, you getting on the train or not?” Dream snapped impatiently, your stomach churned at the thought of riding with the masked demon. On top of that who would want you alive? Definitely not Wilbur, he seemed pretty content on leaving you behind, unless he felt bad. You cursed the way your heart hopefully fluttered at the thought, Tubbo probably doesn’t understand how to bring you back there wasn’t anyone else. You glanced over at Ghostbur who was still holding your ghost close to his chest, he gave you a gentle nod,

“I’ll be alright. You’re not breaking any promises, I swear. Go with Dream.” He reassured as you stepped onto the train in front of you, the doors shut on Ghostbur and your ghost they shared a tender kiss and you smiled sadly from behind the glass.

“Who wants me revived Dream?” You asked voice tense as the train pulled out of the station, he scoffed pressing his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“You’ll see. Just keep quiet or this is going to be a long trip for the both of us,” Dream turned back to the front of the train. You clenched your hands into fists and sat down in one of the train seats, Dream was right about one thing this was going to be a long train ride.

Technoblade placed a hand atop your head careful of your injured horns, you sighed looking up at him. Technoblade was never the best at comforting people, let alone comforting the newly revived but he would try, maybe not with words but with actions. He watched a smile spread across your lips, pink appearing on your cheekbones,

“Thank you for doing this for me...” You smiled softly, “Why else did you decide to bring me back to life Techno. I know you...there’s more to just your original explanation.”

Technoblade blinked in surprise and for a few moments he was silent, he was trying to process the proper words to describe why he did what he did. Plus Technoblade wasn’t any good with words, in the first place.

“I revived you because you never got a chance at life. You could be so good for this server, you’ve been hurt and done wrong even in death. If you want a peaceful life I can give that to you, or if you want revenge I can help with that too.” He watched your eyebrow quirk up into your head,

“Revenge?”

“On Dream, on Wilbur. Whatever you seek I’ll help you get it.”

“What if it means killing Wilbur a second time?”

Technoblade tensed his entire body stiffing, “If it comes to that yes.”

“You’d do that for me?”

“I’d do anything for you.”

You reached up and brushed a finger across his cheek, he melted so easily into your hand, it was cold. “Lucky for you I’m not a murderer, but...revenge does sound very sweet,” You breathed eyes going half-lidded, “You’ll help me with that won’t you?”

“I’ve made a Syndicate,” Technoblade grunted, “Join it.”

“Yes. Thousand times yes.”

“You’ll need a greek alias,” Technoblade added as you both finally walked towards his house, smoke from the chimney curled in the distance and you smiled. You didn’t need another moment to think about it,

“Nemesis. What better than the Goddess of Revenge herself?” Technoblade hummed leading you inside, he seemed to deem that association representative of you and your goals. “Also, do you have any warm clothes?”

“None that will fit you,” He snorted and you huffed, blowing the white strand of hair out of your face. “Go upstairs see what you can throw together,” He motioned to the ladders "tea will be ready when you’re done.”

“Thank you Techno. For everything.” You whispered pecking him on the cheek before ascending the ladder in front of you. Technoblade stared at the spot you disappeared from for way longer than he should’ve, face a light pink. He was snapped out of his stupor by the teapot letting out a loud whistle signaling it was finished. Techno cleared his throat and poured both of you a cup, he remembered just how you liked it...or at least he thought he remembered. He heard the floorboards creak above him signaling you were moving around trying to find proper clothes for yourself, maybe he should’ve gotten more prepared.

Then again, that would have caused suspicion.

Once more he was snapped out of his thoughts by a loud knocking on his door. He grumbled under his breath and spotting a crow out his window, at least the guest was Phil. He opened the door and leaned against the frame, Phil stood there a nervous smile on his features,

“Uh hey mate.”

“What’s up Phil,” Technoblade’s ear twitched, “I’m a little busy at the moment.”

“Ah, no worries, we won’t bother you then.”

“We?”

“Hello, big brother,” Wilbur mused with jazz hands popping out from behind his father’s elegant wings. Technoblade’s entire body tensed and he bared his teeth,

“What the fuck is he doing here?”

“We’re living together-”

“He can’t stay on my land.”

“Techno, mate he’s you’re brother.”

“Yeah Techno don’t you care about your revived brother.” He mused pushing past the blade and walking into his house, looking at the decor. “Wow! Your house is shit!” Technoblade spun on his heel, absolutely livid, “Oh? Two cups of tea? Are you expecting someone? A date maybe?” Wilbur snickered holding up the tea that was going to be given to (Y/n), “Cinnamon?” His eyebrows furrowed, “but you hate cinnamon-” They all turned towards the ladder hearing the wood creak beneath it, you had fashioned one of Technoblade’s white button-ups into a shirt. One of his thicker belts was hanging on your waist, sinching it like a corset typically would, the bottom of the shirt flared out beneath the belt. You had a pair of his black pants, they were the smallest pair he owned and luckily fit you decently, his boots however did not fit you that way, they looked like they were swallowing your ankles. Wilbur’s eyes blew wide, his jaw-dropping to the floor, it took all of Technoblade’s strength not to rush over and shield you from his brother’s gaze.

You weren’t Wilbur’s anymore, you were his.

“(Y/n)? Who? How? Look at you…” He said tenderly, the cigarette he was smoking dropped out of his mouth and onto the floor.

“Wilbur.”

“You...You revived her?” Wilbur turned to face Technoblade, “How did you manage to convince Dream-”

“Easily.” You said stiff voice cutting through the air like a blade, “Cause he tried.”

“Darling that’s not fair,” Wilbur grabbed your forearms squeezing them tightly, “I didn’t want to leave you behind-”

“Bullshit!” You snarled ripping yourself away from him like he was made of fire, “You left me without a second look! The minute you saw a way out you didn’t hesitate to take it, you broke your promise!”

“Are you still hung up on that?” He asked groaning, seeing he wasn’t going to get his way the considerate way, “I had a plan.”

“No, you didn’t! If you did you would’ve revived me right away, as Technoblade did!” You argued motioning to Technoblade with a snarl, he smirked at his brother who glowered at him. “You’re a bastard Wilbur Soot, I loved you but you just needed someone convenient to you. I was a convenience.” Wilbur didn’t even deny your words and for some reason that hurt you the most, “You’re just as bad as my dad.” Wilbur saw red and before you knew it you were pinned up against the wall, his fist was reeled back ready to hit you, and before Technoblade could intervene Phil moved first.

He grabbed his son’s fist out of the air and held it tight, he gently pushed Wilbur away from you. Wilbur growled and ripped his fist out of Phil’s hand, and shoved them into his pockets. You stayed flushed against the wall, hands balled into fists at your side, Phil glared at his son,

“Step outside. I’ll join you momentarily,” He told Wilbur the man grumbled flicking the lighter in his pocket.

“Fine. I needed a smoke anyway.” Wilbur scoffed marching towards the door not before giving you one last look over his shoulder. Technoblade tensed fingers twitching at his sides, just begging for Wilbur to try something towards you. “I hope we can have a calmer conversation once you’re settled in my dear, sleep well.” Wilbur mused adjusting his glasses, “I know you don’t mean those harsh words, you’re just exhausted.” Technoblade watched you grit your teeth as Wilbur exited his home, as soon as the door clicked shut you were surrounded by an entourage of feathers. You made a frightened sound but the grip on your body only tightened, you calmed down the moment you realized it was Phil. You couldn’t process why the old man was hugging you, he barely knew you, and if he did he probably only thought you were Tubbo’s protective older sister.

“Phil…” You whispered quietly and you felt wetness on the skin of your neck, was he crying?

“I’m sorry, so, so sorry.” His voice quivered against your neck and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You couldn’t see Technoblade over Phil’s wings but you hesitantly tried to peak over them to find your safety net.

“Why exactly...are you apologizing?” You asked hesitantly, hands gently resting on Phil’s lower back. He pulled away from you now it was his turn to be confused,

“You...I didn’t do anything to help you back with your father.”

“Oh, there’s nothing you could’ve done. Really it’s alright-”

“Alright?! Alright! (Y/n) he let you die!” Phil exclaimed wings puffing up in shock, “I was the adult, I saw what was happening to you and I didn’t do anything to put a stop to it. I took Tubbo in because you pleaded with me too and because he was a child, but so were you- close your mouth don’t argue with me- I should have forced you to stay with us. You could’ve gone and visited your father but I should’ve taken care of you, if I did...maybe all of this wouldn’t have happened.”

“But that wasn’t what I wanted…”

“I shouldn’t have mattered what you wanted. I should’ve overruled you as the responsible adult...although.” He laughed wetly pulling away from you, “Back then I wasn’t a responsible adult, I’ve learned so much.” Phil shook his head, he reached out and cupped your cheek, “I’ll do better by you, we all will.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before fully pulling away from your body, he turned toward Technoblade with a weak smile. “You take good care of her alright mate? Don’t let her cause too much trouble.”

“I will.” Techno said with a stern nod, “I promise.” Phil nodded at him before smiling back over at you, he gave a little salute before heading out of the door. Your brows furrowed and Techno walked over to you, “You alright?” He watched you shake your head and he wrapped you in a tight hug, “It’s okay I got you.” You buried your head in his chest, your shoulders began to shake and Technoblade brushed his fingers through your hair. “I won’t leave you sweet thing,” he whispered more to himself, you were so emotionally fragile.

He wouldn’t let anyone lay a hand on you, if a single hair was out of place he’d paint the ground with their blood.

Frantic knocking startled him out of his stupor. Technoblade snarled against you and you felt his chest rumble, couldn’t he just be left alone for two seconds.

“You should answer,” You pulled away whipping your wet eyes on your sleeve “it might be important.”

“Nothings as important as you.” The knocking continued, just as loud and frantic and he pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose.

“It’s alright,” You smiled kissing his cheek, “open it.” Techno flushed and nodded opening the door so aggressively it was almost ripped off its hinges. Ranboo was outside and his brow furrowed. Ranboo wasn’t surprising but the government he was with sure was,

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t not tell him-”

Tubbo pushed past Technoblade releasing Ranboo’s claws from his hand. He lifted his bangs from his eyes to stare at you, oh my he’d gotten so big. The horns on his head curled around his ears mimicking your father’s, a golden ring fits snuggly on one of them. His hair was longer than you would’ve liked, it covered his beautiful eyes, but even so, it fits him well. The only thing that concerned you were the scars littering the left side of his face and body, and the nuclear symbol that seemed to replace his electric green eye on the same side. You saw his eyes grow glassy as he reached out to you, you couldn’t help but think he must be so disappointed in you. Your horns were nubs, ears were torn, your hair had a permanent streak of white, you probably looked so much older, so much weaker.

“(Y/n)?” His voice cracked stumbling forward to grasp your shoulders,

“Hey, bumblebee.” You spoke weakly holding up your hand, “You’ve gotten so big-” You were cut off by him engulfing you in a hug, you were taken aback, he should be screaming and yelling at you. Why wasn’t he angry?

“I missed you so much!” He sobbed against your chest, “Please, don’t ever leave me alone again.” He was trembling in your hold, his hands clutched at the back of Technoblade’s shirt, his breathing was shallow. “I love you,”

“I...I love you too Tubs…”

“Promise you won’t ever leave me again.”

“I promise.”

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[jjkyaoi]

Hey, hi, hello, there’s a couple things I’m boutta let out that’s dsmp related, and if you don’t agree w/ it that’s fine, I’m just sick of seeing the same shit repeated over & over. So, take this. (I’ll probably private it anyways.)

(Some possible sensitive subjects.)

1. People shitting on Tommy for choosing L’manberg, saying it’s “just a bunch of buildings over his family”. Because, if you would’ve watched his POV you would’ve understood that L’manberg has never been “just a bunch of buildings” to him; it’s been the people. It’s been the people he’s fought for the country w/, his friends and his family — this community is what he cares about, not the fucking structures or the caravan or fucking. Any of this. He has laid this out; he has made this obvious. Him choosing L’manberg over Techno was heartbreaking, yes, but when he did that he wasn’t choosing the buildings or the structure over Techno, he was choosing his friends because he snapped out of it — he was realizing how much he was hurting this community of people he cared so much about, and he didn’t want to take his bad experiences out on them. He did it for Tubbo, specifically, because when he said “the disks mattered more than you ever did”? It clicked to him who he was becoming — he was hurting the people he loved the most. He didn’t want to do that anymore. So no, he didn’t chose the buildings or the structures of L’manberg in its entirely over Techno, he chose to better himself and he chose this community of people that he cares about, despite everything. He chose not to be a villain. And i think that’s great. Good lord do I sympathize w/ Techno, and I’m not saying him being upset or you being upset about what he did isn’t valid, I’m just saying just..,... watch his POV before you start making assumptions that are untrue?

2. People shaming Tommy for having an emotional attachment to the disks. Hey, guess what? Have you ever considered that this kid has had everything taken from him? Have you ever considered that everything he’s had was burnt or exploded or destroyed by his enemies, so of course he would hold onto something so desperately because it hasn’t been taken and destroyed in front of his eyes? Have you ever considered that, even for a second? Also, people saying that “what does he care about, his friends or the disks?” he cares about both. He can..,,.. care about both things, if you weren’t aware of that? He cares about the disks because they’re what kept him going when he was suicidal, when Dream was manipulating him; they were the only thing that held good memories and the only thing that gave him a purpose, that gave him something to do. Of course he went too far w/ them, and he acknowledged that, but don’t shit on them when they were basically his lifeline at some point? People tend to forget that his character was literally suicidal; of course he would hang onto something like that because it gave him a point. ....,and it represents his friendships, and the good memories before everything went bad, and people. People he holds so dearly. Once you have that in mind, once you think abt the possibility of the disks representing people, Dream continuously taking them was taking something that represented his friends and his happiness from him.

3. People siding w/ Dream and saying that c!Dream was trying to teach him a lesson. Hey, guys? Do I have to keep repeating myself? Dream admitted that he didn’t have Tommy’s best intentions in mind, he said that he wasn’t his fucking friend — he admitted that he was only hanging out in logstedshire for the fucking disks. Every fucking day Dream would blow up his shit that he worked hard for in front of his eyes, the shit he mined for and was proud of himself for getting? Yeah, every damned day he destroyed every shred of Tommy’s hope he had of getting back on his feet in front of his face — that doesn’t seem like something someone would do who had his best interests in mind. The man lied to him about the party, didn’t even have ghostbur send out the invites so he could convince him nobody fucking cared for him. He lied to him that Tubbo burned the compass to get him to hate Tubbo. He blew up logstedshire when Tommy hid shit from him because he was afraid of what he’d do when he found out — yeah, his home? He blew that shit up. That isn’t something friendly to do. Man pushed this kid to suicide, man manipulated him, man won’t fucking leave him alone because he thinks it is fun to torment him — he is not a good person. All this shit you defend as “teaching him a lesson” just scars him. It’s abuse, is what it is. It’s fucking abuse.

4. Trauma doesn’t give people the excuse to torment people. Hey, we’ve been over this before too, haven’t we? Guess who addressed it? Tommy. He owned up to his actions and said he was using his bad experiences as an excuse to hurt people, he owned up to that shit and said it didn’t give him an excuse. No matter what bad experiences these character go through, you can sympathize w/ it, but it doesn’t give them a fucking excuse to hurt people cause they’re just repeating the fucking cycle. Trauma? Bad experiences isn’t a thing you should hold up as a shield once you’re told that the things you’re doing is wrong. It’s fine when you’re supporting a characters villainous arc, but don’t use their bad experiences as a defense? Trauma doesn’t give you the excuse for vengeance, to hurt people. Even if you’re hurting and you’re angry and you want revenge, the shit that you went through in the past isn’t a defense. It isn’t. I’ve seen a lot of people using it as an excuse in this fandom and it’s 🧍🏼not one...,,??

That’s it. That’s all I have to say. ...,,yes most of it is about c!Tommy. What about it. ...this is literally an inniter blog 🧍🏼/lh /nm

(Also this is just.,, referring to their characters. Yes I do see the fact that I didn’t type “c!” And yes I am too lazy to go back and change it, what about it.)

Also, this isn’t me defending c!Tommy’s shit actions, I’m well aware that he’s done shit things in the past and this isn’t me saying he’s an innocent angel that deserves no criticism, I’m just saying maybe,..., try to understand his POV? Like, for example I do think torturing fundy was going too far, I do think he’s made multiple mistakes and I do think he’s a flawed character, but there’s reasons to his character and I just wisgaiavja. I think he’s neat ok

[modx-reborn]

Corrupting Ghostbur is cool and all but imagine teaching this innocent boy how to suck a dildo, using your fingers on his mouth first to break his gag reflex, answering with 'you're going to need it someday' everytime he asks about the meaning of the act.

And when said day comes you make your little puppy suck your cock

Have a good day/night

Okay but... Yes.

It's easy to have Ghostbur sit between your legs, head tilted up to look at you as you explain that this is for later, something to get him used to the feeling of something in his mouth. Like all things with the friendly ghost, it starts with a kiss, slow and deliberate in getting him to understand that this was not something he should just be done at any time with anyone, cementing the idea of it being something for you alone.

"This is just for you and me, Ghostbur. No one else needs to know or see, just something for later. Getting you ready for what I want to show you, a little training never hurt anyone..."

Breaking the kiss to place your fingers against his lips, admiring how they have slightly flushed after your kiss, pressing in slightly to press down on his tongue, letting him feel some form of weight in his mouth before you start to slowly rub against his tongue. Coating your fingers in his drool and watching as he slowly begins to follow your motions, taking your fingers deeper into his mouth naturally, a gentle warm-up before you push further fingers just long enough to brush the back of his mouth and make him gag.

The process is slow but soon you can have him sitting between your legs, mouth working away with ease on the toy you had given him, after all the time you had watched his lips slick with drool and your fingers filling his mouth the sight of his white eyes looking up at you as he takes the toy to the base, whining around the intrusion as you coo about how good he is being, and how good he looks like this.

So it is only natural when you pull the toy from his mouth, watching how his brows scrunch up in confusion when you do, only to pull yourself free of your breifs and gently guide his mouth to your cock. Watching how his eyes fall closed at the weight in his mouth, not as heavy as the toy he had been using before but still familiar.

Tangling your fingers in his hair as you start a slow rock in and out of his mouth, watching how closed eyes turn to lidded ones as Ghostbur looks up at you, drool leaking from his mouth as you slowly press deeper and deeper making him take you just as he had the toy.

"That's it, pretty boy. Just like that, all we have done is for this, just so you can take all of me. And you can? Can't you, your that good for me that no matter who deep I go you'll just keep sucking..."

[nowornever13587]

My Dream SMP Headcannons PT 1

(By character but otherwise with no particular order. And just who I have hc's for.)

1. JSchlatt

- He's a goat hybrid. Does anyone remember what the mountain goats do in the next update? THEY SHOVE YOU OFF THE MOUNTAIN. Therefore, Schlatt has a natural instinct to randomly shove people off of things.

- You can vary the shoving people thing. Evil Schlatt always does it on purpose and laughs cruelly. Nice Schlatt laughs, apologizes and usually the other person doesn't mind.

- He's also both stronger and weaker than people think. He can withstand a lot of weight and strain but can't really use it anywhere else. Hence why he can't swim. His body is to dense and he sinks because of how his body is built.

2. SBI Family (overall)

- It is an adopted family, but a very loose kind of family. And I mean loose. Phil is the "dad" but it's pretty much because he's just the oldest and had his shit together before the others/ found them.

- I'm am fixing the fridge thing by saying the kids were all found on really cold nights and its a inside joke between them.

- Phil knew Techno first and the longest, but their bond is more friendly than parentental. Basically the kind of bond you'd get from spending years with someone, which they have. (Antarctic Empire I respect as part of my cannon)

- Wilbur has also been around a while, but not nearly as long as Techno. He is older but because Techno was there first, he considers him the older brother. Also Wil is slightly more "clingy" to Phil, meaning they have much more of a father/son bond.

- Tommy is the youngest but voraciously independent. He met Phil when Techno was starting to branch off, leading to the to them not having a close bond. (Hence the excitement when Techno agrees to help Tommy) And Phil was also starting to get a little tired of "home life" and urged Tommy to do whatever. Tommy fell much more instep with Wilbur but not entirely enough of a brother bond formed.

- Tubbo was found a bit after Tommy and the two got on much better as really good friends. Wilbur often took the two along with him on adventures while Phil was busy with his Hardcore career. (The Streaming/YT is their jobs but its more of a reality style thing)

- They all consider one server with their house in it, their home server. Their Home Crystals link up to it and that's usually where they got between living in worlds such as the SMP. [Will make a second post about the mechanics]

3. Philza Minecraft

- Avian Hybrid, parrot wise. Big wings and partially scaled feet with his sandals. Tends to eat less meat than most Players.

- Although he holds himself to honor and doesn't fly until he finds an elytra or something seriously bad happens. (Not a hard-core death but the server is collapsing, unnatural danger.) But he does flutter sometimes to get across wider gaps.

- He is more violent than people usually make him out to be. He loves watching chaos and sometimes causing it. Chaotic Neutal. He does things because they are funny.

4. Techno

- Piglin that was born as a Player by a rare code chance. Got kicked out of the Bastions and tribes pretty early on and took care of himself. He accidentally found a Nether portal and headed to the overworld.

- Loves gold, as he should, so he wears other little bits of jewelry besides just his crown. If he can makes something gold, he will.

- Is very competitive and loves to study combat. Phil taught him how to read and he also took very quickly to that. Reading is his favorite past time besides belittling some orphans in a mini game.

5. Wilbur/Ghostbur

- Normal human with a talent for music. Slight prodigy kid at it. But hated his og parents using him for it and ran off.

- Is an Admin, able to have power over the worlds he makes. Made a small business out of making challenge worlds for Players to be his subjects. This kick started his way into Streaming. (He has no power in the SMP though because Dream made it)

- Ghostbur is a Neutral Poltergeist. Able to move stuff of his own free will, not through emotions. Although this is weaker so his form will fade in and out and he will drop things

- Ghostbur still has the wound from death and blood, despite not having been killed in the outfit he wears. He also cries blood when you make him upset.

6. Tommy

- Human, got lost and became a runaway but with no real attachment to his family so he was never driven to find them again.

- But, one of his clearest memories with his og family is the record shop they had owned and how much he loved the music there. Tubbo is the only other one who knows about this and that's why a symbol of their friendship is the discs.

- Tommy is attached to the discs for both the memory they hold about his early childhood and Tubbo. His comfort items basicly.

7. Tubbo

- An extremely rare Moobloom hybrid. Was cast out because of it though. (Hybrids are mutations and sometimes genetic.)

- Again, like Phil, has a much darker side that people blow over. Tubbo follows the ideal of "you catch more flies with honey than vinegar" so he seems cheerful. But step wrong and Tubbo can and will wreak your shit. He will also be chaotic and wild if he sees no point in keeping up the innocent facade.

That's is for now but I do have much more. :)

[cregla]

DREAM SMP UNDERTALE!AU

Part One link is found at the end of the post.

A FORGOTTEN DETAIL:

Of course, I had it considered it obvious, but it makes sense to put it down: Technoblade kills Ranboo. He kills him once, and then again, and again. But Ranboo, despite his surprise, always goes back - resetting the timeline to a "save point" and thus managing to move forward by understanding what the future holds.  No one seems aware of this, but the ghost boy follows him in his resets and has knowledge of all past timelines, even if he forgets some details every now and then.

THE BADLANDS: 

Ranboo and the ghost boy enter the Badlands, where they become acquainted with various inhabitants and are attacked by other members of the Royal Guards, sent by the "Warden": Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Antfrost and Puffy - the latter however is not Ranboo's antagonist, she doesn’t try to capture or kill him like the others as she goes against her own allies to bring him to safety and tries in every way to hide him from them. While traveling through the Badlands, Ranboo begins to discover more and more about the Dream SMP. - Puffy tells of a much happier time, where players from other servers like him were welcomed, not rejected. Although Ranboo tries to ask more questions, Puffy doesn’t answer further. Ranboo compares her sad look when she speaks to one of someone’s grieving. - During a dinner with Karl, the latter warns Ranboo of a "masked person" whom the boy recognizes as "Dream". Ranboo asks Karl why the server is named after this person and Karl confirms that it's the opposite: the server was created hundreds of years ago by an entity named "DreamXD" and over time, the inhabitants of the Underground either named their children by that name or tried to assume the identity of the creator for one reason or another. So many have taken on the name "Dream" and its mask - good people, bad people. Karl's friends, enemies.

THE WARDEN:

No matter how hard he tries to escape, no matter Puffy's intervention - at one point, Ranboo is forced to face the Warden - Awesamdude, the Dream SMP prison’s keeper and new Captain of the Royal Guard. The creeper hybrid is surprised to see Ranboo so young, but he’s resolute in his intentions and still tries to capture the boy.  Using the power of reset, Ranboo manages to save himself multiple times and eventually escape, but is caught up again. As they fight, however, Sam realizes that he is indeed facing a child, and makes the decision to put his weapons away and "get out" of the role of the Warden, having also learned that Ranboo hasn't hurt anyone in the Underground.  Sam convinces the other members of the Royal guard to stop fighting and takes Ranboo (and the ghost boy) to his home. When Ranboo wonders if the King will blame the Royal Guards for letting him go, Sam says he will completely take the blame and not to worry. The two become friends and Sam gives his phone number to Ranboo to accompany him on his journey - then, learning that Sapnap and Quackity still intend to capture Ranboo, accompanies him to their house to talk.

MEMORIES OF THE PAST:

Quackity and Sapnap are not at all friendly, but the presence of both Sam and Karl prevents them from attacking Ranboo. The five spend an evening together and slowly, the two members of the Royal Guard seem to open up - Quackity more slowly, but in the end the two admit that Sam is right. Sapnap explains that as much as he wants revenge, he cannot regard Ranboo as anything other than an innocent person like someone else who came before him. Ranboo notices a photo in Sapnap's house - a group of friends in front of the “Community House”, smiling. Sapnap explains that most of them left a few years ago the known lands of the Underground (but not the Underground itself, since they’re stuck there), following the tragedy that marked the beginning of their hunt for the inhabitants of the outside, and that Sapnap did not follow them only because of Quackity and Karl and for his desire of revenge. When Ranboo asks what he is talking about, he gets no answer. In the end, Sapnap and Quackity also give Ranboo their numbers and direct him to the “Greater Land”.

As they enter the new area, the ghost boy hesitates as they pass by a hill - looking sadly at a rotting wooden bench and a broken jukebox. Remaining silent, when Ranboo continues on the path the ghost follows him sadly.

THE GREATER LAND

While escaping from mobs (who still spawn in the Underground, yes), Ranboo is saved by a fox hybrid named Fundy who bring him to his home. There, he introduce himself as the Archbishop of the Dream SMP and explain that, since the Warden usually captures and kills the players before they reach the Greater Land and he was still a child when the Hunt had first begun, he had been curious about Ranboo and had spied him using lots of cameras scattered around the Underground. Fundy explain to Ranboo that he feels sympathy for him and approves his cause of running back home, and that so he has paid two friends so they could escort him to the Barrier. He then introduces Ranboo to Jack Manifold and Niki Nihachu, who are ready to be Ranboo’s guards in the Greater Land.

THE ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS

Ranboo, the ghost boy, Niki and Jack proceeds in their journey, quickly becoming friends and interacting with the other inhabitants of the area.  Ranboo constantly receives calls from the people he befriended: Sam, Quackity, Sapnap, Karl, but also Puffy and the other Royal Guards through Sam's cell phone. Fundy also had given him his numer and helps the trio (or rather, quartet) cross the Greater Land areas.  Despite everything seems to be going well, Ranboo begins to be the victim of strange, particular accidents: a bridge that almost breaks under his feet threatening to make him fall and die, objects falling on him from the sky, badly placed TNTs, explosions. Thanks to his skills, the help of the ghost boy and a bit of luck, Ranboo practically survives all the time, hardly noticing what's going on. At a certain point of the journey, Ranboo is separated from Niki and Jack and is attacked by a mercenary, Purpled, who tries to kill him by the order of “someone” until he realize that Ranboo had financed his and his brother Punz's financial business back when he was in the Ruins, thus deciding to let him go.

While searching for Niki and Jack, Ranboo and the Ghost Boy stumbles upon a strange corner of the Greater Land, where they find an abandoned, dilapidated structure, lying on the water and made of bricks and crafting tables. The doors and windows are barred and it seems that no one has set foot there for years.

A FAILED PLAN

Reaching the end of the area, Ranboo finds Niki and Jack who, however, seem to have abandoned the "friendly" facade they had had up to that moment as they aggressively reveal to him the truth of what had happened. Fundy's plan was definitely not to take Ranboo to the Barrier, but to escort him directly in front of the King to be imprisoned, as Fundy actually holds a very strong grudge against players from other servers because of what they took away from him. Niki and Jack should therefore have pretended to be Ranboo’s friends, but they had tried to kill him several times and even now they are "fed up". Their intention have indeed become to kill Ranboo themselves and steal his soul to cross the Barrier themselves. The three begin to fight. Niki, exactly like Fundy, seems to be holding a grudge towards other servers' players, and it is only thanks to the words of Ghostbur, who arrives there to kindly try to make her desist, that the girl stops, realizing that since the people she hated were already dead, she had used Ranboo as a "substitute" for her anger and hatred. Jack stops too, as his friend's well-being is more important to him than whatever plan they were planning. The two and Fundy, having arrived there, apologize, having realized that Ranboo is a good person, and Fundy shows Ranboo the way to reach the capital of the Dream SMP, where he will find the King and the Barrier. 

Ranboo and the ghost boy then leave the area and set foot in L'Manburg where, advancing towards their destiny, they hear the inhabitants of the city tell a particular tale...

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[kitsu-katsu]

I see people saying that Ghostbur was sus and that it's Alivebur in desguise, and I haven't seen the Ranboo VOD in its entirety yet, but... I really don't think so.

Ghostbur was being as close to the fourth wall as always.

He's always had this almost poetical consciousness that his story is a narrative (granted, Alivebur used it too, what with the whole L'manburg explosion being his Chekhov's gun), he's described himself saying "I know I'm an amnesiac and I know I'm the comedic relief in all of your stories but I still feel things!"

He was talking about bringing Wilbur back, you know, as he has done in the past and as he did before disappearing for a long time. He already came to the conclusion that bringing Wilbur back to life would be best for the greater SMP, because he doesn't see himself as capable of leading and reckons that the people need a leader as Alivebur once was, and even if he's forgotten the details around what led him to that conclusion, he still has the same goal.

Then questioning if Alivebur was all bad or not really and insisting on the gray morality while at the same time wanting to hate Eret because of the song saying to fuck him and pointing out that Dream was nice to him just seems like typical Ghostbur behaviour. He's still the same amnesiac ghost who's way too innocent for his own good while at the same time possessing the best memories of Wilbur but having read about him being crazy and bad, and only basing his opinions on Eret on the song saying he's bad and possibly some leftover feeling of resentment from Alivebur.

Moreover, we don't know how conscious Alivebur is of Ghostbur, we know that he knows of his existence and referred to him as "Casper the friendly ghost", but he mostly dismissed Ghostbur when mentioned, so I really don't think that Alivebur, if revived, somehow out and wanting to help Dream in a kind of two faced spy way, would be able to imitate everything from his intonation, the way he talks to people, his general thoughts on people being consistent, and even receiving back his knife and asking for the crossbow named Chekhov's gun that Tommy let be blown up long ago.

I REALLY see it as impossible.

We don't even know if Dream is even able to revive him yet (if he needs a body present, he definitely isn't), and if he even is, where would Wilbur appear anyway? The cell? L'manhole?

Imagine coming back to life after 9 years, waking up in a crater of your old nation that leads to bedrock, telepathically knowing to help out Dream, and just going to paint yourself gray, get a yellow sweater and start treading the thin line between being way too innocent and knowing a lot about the greater narrative to perfection.

[zathechaosgod]

Favourite Stream Moments!

Streamed by Philza on Wednesday 16th of December

Dream smp!

phil was late today ):

BUT HAPPY SIXTEETH YALL ARE YOU READY

“just a normal day on the smp i dunno” *heavy sideyes*

(i’m having flashbacks to last month from the stream title)

in l’manberg!

friendly reminders: tts and alerts get muted when dad is talking to people in vc, to save his brain from melting

phil saw the ocean monument yesterday! (catch him on sam’s stream)

reorganising chests pog? (that’s a first on this server)

he walked outside to put more coral, saw fundy with his butcher skin and just,,,, turned around and went back inside lmao.

the butchers are literally right outside his house lmao

also friendly reminder that bad and phil spend literally hours mining down the obsidian walls

so thats why he has so many stacks of obsidian

it’s night and raining, rip the bitrate

there’s a weird redstone thing outside now

butchers army is here now

they spammed the bell outside his door lmao

the threatening by putting on armour is just *chefs kiss* (i have a lot of feeling about non-verbal communication in minecraft)

phil refusing to rat out techno POG

phil has no loyalty to l’manberg and goes way back with techno

THEYRE GRIEVING HIS HOUSE

big mistake boys

THEY FOUND THE TECHNO COMPASS OH NO

they (tried to) put him under house arrest?

also phil keeps dragging shieldza to his offhand everytime someone threatens him

they blocked off his door using wood lmao

“i still love you grandpa!” “hjsf- you’re fucking dead to me”

he’s ratting them out to technoblade lmao

“get ready old friend”

phil is gonna TAIL THEM POG

uh oh they stole the valuable stuff he put in a barrel while moving stuff around

he’s gonna creep on the call

creeper head camouflage pog?

“let me tell you the top three things about foxes” “i take it back i don’t wanna listen to them”

“he’s on the way to technoblade!” *que panicked and confused look on phil as he looks around himself*

bee in a boat?

I love and I live for spyza

they’re calling him old, meanwhile phil is just, ready to massacre them with techno lmao

ghostbur is here!

ghostbur is ratting techno out to them why

ghostbur is also just,,,, being very ghostbur

creeper head is on and philza is appreaching as they go to techno’s house lmao

oh noooow ghostbur attempts to distract them

yeah techno’s here

phil is getting attacked by skeletons while attempting to sneak lmao

GHOSTBUR IS WAVING AT PHIL

ghostbur found phil why not

ghostbur and phil are just,,, ,chilling as techno 1v4s them lmao

BIG Q HAS CARL NO

chat is just spamming “KILLZA” while phil doesn’t want them to know he’s here

they’re gonna bring back techno so it’s time to run back home for phil rip

“fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck”

(same, phil, same)

LEAVE CARL OUT OF THIS HES INNOCENCE

the butchers are bargaining with ghostbur for a lead for carl now lmao

ghostbur is on no side, he’s just causing trouble any where he can

(he’s even better at it than mr. i’m on the side of chaos)

“worst kidnappers ever” lmao techno

GHOSTBUR SAW BLOWN UP LOGSTEADSHIRE THE LORE

phil is lost, but so are the butchers (hopefully, probably if ghostbur actually saw logstead)

techno’s biggest threat to them is giving a bad rating lmao

and it’s actually working

Phil got back in time!!

mcm are now part of the lore lmao

phil can’t get involved in this whyyyy

long con okay dad ):

ghostbur is here and he has a blue sheep

the sheep has been moved into his house

WHY IS PUNZ SUDDENLY TRYING TO KILL/BLOW THEM UP

techno is just,,, chillin and looking

the sheep is named friend

THEY TRIED TO KILL HIM USING AN ANVIL

TOTEM OF UNDYING POG

HE RAN AWAY

“OH I FOUND HIM- oh no wait that’s just the sign” ghostbur lmaooo

“tubbo you can’t assasinate someone for saying “it sucks to suck”” thank you, ranboo

blue lore explanation pog?

QUACKITY SLAIN BY TECHNOBLADE DEATH NOTIFICATION POG

QUACKITY IS GOE CRAB RAVE

“L” “Phil we’re canonically far away from you we can’t hear you!” *echoing sound effect* “L”

Logsteadshire lore pog? Phil is finding out it blew up from Ghostbur

phil is also finding out the beach party stuff

DREAM IS FUCKED

phil is taking out friend to some grass bc ghostbur sheared hjm

the ankle monitor “glitched” lmao

ghostbur doesn’t know wilbur blew up l’manberg and still thinks eret is the only bad guy?

“i thought tubbo was the good guy” “not anymore”

“how many canon lives does friend have”

ghostbur doesn’t have any special powers, he just can’t die and melts in the rain

“if you stab me, oh sorry, stab me again”

the death of alivebur is a happy moment for ghostbur?

ghostbur is being every chat rn

ghostbur is just raiding phil’s lapis stock now lmao

tommy is in the vc now

time for phil to learn what happened to tommy!

TOMMY HAD TO LEAVE IN A HURRY 100% HE GOT FOUND BY SOMEONE

GHOSTBUR STOP METAGAMING HE JUST SUGGESTED WATCHING TECHNOS STREAM TO FIND OUT WHERE HE IS

fundy is handing out brown now?

brown apparently was sallys favourite colour

*poetic rant about liberty* “-oh hey ranboo”

tubbo gave phil the freedom to leave the house as long as tubbo doesn’t know about it?

ghostbur really is just out to both inconvenience and help phil huh

ranboo is just helping people who help him and didn’t really get why they hunted down technoblade

ghostbur is one month old! happy death day :]

PHIL IS MAKING AN ARMOUR STAND TO PUT THE ANKLE MONITORS ON

he’s standing in the armour stand to “deceive” ranboo

why does ranboo keep throwing potatoes at people who are pretending to be things they’re not

phil messaged techno again to tell him and ask if he’s safe

chat is spamming sbi lets go

FRIEND DIED NOOO

ranboo join antarctic anarchists pog?

PHIL LEFT

he’s just gonna check techno’s okay

(i’ve seen enough meta gaming in chat to know somewhat what’s going on)

rip phil’s trident’s durability, it’s seeing some use today lmao

random funfact: if you wear a creeper head, it actually takes longer for creepers to see you!

lmao he just spotted tommy and techno’s nametags

also he beat ranboo and ghostbur there

phil completely correctly predicted what tommy would do when he left logstead lmao

carl is fine!

he’s gonna let them have their time together awww

“because they’ve got a lot of catching up to do”

why does phil get lost on the way back every single time

he had to pull up a screenshot with coords to make it back in time the first time lmao

creeper in a boat?

phil basically got a 2-for-1 deal, knowing that both tommy and techno are safe

so he’s going back to make sure he doesn’t get involved and stays a secret weapon

PHIL IS THE OPPOSITE OF THE HUMAN GPS LMAO

LOSTZA

uh oh ghostbur found techno, which means ranboo found techno and tommy, which means if ranboo doesn’t keep his mouth shut it’s gonna be real bad

phil gets lost bc he’s been taking the nether recently

(why didn’t he this time???)

he took down the wanted posters!

uh oh he said he’s homestuck chat is freaking out

he’s considering just,,, digging down, so he technically stays in the same place

end of dream smp stuff for phil today!

fundy sent him a random clip from weeks ago?

it’s funny though

“well that was a normal day in l’manberg”

rocket league now, i’m ending this moments post here!

[antoni-anxiety]

Tommy is babey, literally tho

3RD PERSON POV- WITH TOMMY

Run. Run. Run was all that could go through his mind right now. Dream was chasing Tommy. Tommy just wanted to get away from there. Dream blew up Logstedshire; Tommy had nothing to lose, apart from his life apparently, which was what he was running for right now. After about 15 minutes of a very close chase between Tommy and Dream, Tommy seemed to outrun the elder, which he was ever so thankful for.

After running so far, Tommy was exhausted and rightfully so; he almost just died. He was so, so cold, he was stuck, surrounded by snow. The boy decided to walk north for a bit further, in hopes that he would find rescue, and just as he hoped, he did. In the distance, he saw a small spruce cottage, with smoke erupting from the chimney, signaling that someone lived there; whoever it was, Tommy prayed that it wasn’t Dream. Uh oh. His vision became dotted and he could barely see, that probably wasn’t good. Right as he reached the front door and was about to knock, his legs collapsed and his mind went blank. He had passed out.

3RD PERSON POV- WITH TECHNO

Technoblade finally had some time to himself. He’s been busy breeding the hounds and organising all day and he hadn’t had much time to relax in a while, and therefore he was now all cozy next to his fireplace, reading some books on greek mythology. He was pretty relaxed, well, until he heard a thud at his front door that is. He contemplated leaving it however his curiosity got the better of him. As he opened his door, he saw someone laying on the front step, ‘There’s no way that they’re older than 16.’ he thought to himself. Now, Techno is a ‘lone wolf’ as some might call it but he wasn’t gonna let some malnourished kid freeze to death on his front step. The man maneuvered the boy from outside onto his small couch; now that he got a better look at the boy, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

This frail, skinny boy was his younger brother. Worry filled Techno’s eyes, even though he pretended that the younger annoyed him ever so much, he had a soft spot for him, the kid could brighten anyone’s day by just saying hello. He had no idea what happened but that kid who was a ray of sunshine suddenly looked as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks and if anyone were to merely touch him, he’d crumble right then and there on the spot. Techno didn’t really know what to do except make Tommy comfortable until he woke up, and once he did, he’d ask him about everything. Techno couldn’t help but wonder what Tommy had gone through before he was there, ofcourse, he knew about Tommy’s exile but if it was like when he was exiled for the first time, Tommy wouldn’t be like this. Techno scoured his mind for what he knew of Tommy’s latest exile; Dream was to look after him, well clearly he wasn’t doing a good job. Oh fuck. Dream must have been abusing his little brother. With that thought, Techno stood up in rage. He was gonna kill that green bastard. That was until he heard stirring and a small whine from the couch. Whipping his head around, he saw Tommy try to sit up and ran over to him. The second that Tommy saw him he immediately started panicking. Techno being the awkward man he is, hugged Tommy in attempt to calm him down. This was gonna be a long night.

3RD PERSON POV- WITH TOMMY

Tommy opened his eyes to be in an unfamiliar place, so of course, his first instinct was to panic. He sat up as quickly as he could and looked around, he saw his older brother approach him. Still in his tired state, his mind was all over the place and all that was going through his mind was ‘POSSIBLE DANGER. RUN’. Before he could process what to do and where to go, Techno had seemingly sensed his anxiety and hugged him tightly. The physical affection seemed to do its job and calm the younger down but it also made him feel loved, something he hadn’t felt in such a long time. The overwhelming emotions made the boy burst into tears, something in his mind seemed to shift, it made him feel younger. However, that was utterly absurd, it must’ve been the stress getting to him. Oh no. Tommy realised what was happening, he almost forgot that he used to do this to cope during all the wars. Of course, nobody knew about it, he’d be caught dead before he let anyone know he regresses; however, his mind was too foggy right now to tell what was happening and therefore reciprocated the hug. Techno was surprisingly a good hugger, and when he finally let go after 5 minutes of a silent hug, only filled with Tommy’s little sniffles, the younger slightly whined at the loss of the calming touch. When Techno looked at Tommy’s eyes, something about them was.. different. They were filled with a somewhat childish innocence which made Techno suddenly feel so protective of him. Tommy seemed to come to his senses and tried to get out of headspace, which he somewhat succeeded at, and immediately apologised to his big brother. ‘I’m s-so sorry Techno- fuck- Imma go, imma go now,’’, Techno was now worried for his baby brother so he couldn’t let him get off the hook so easily. ‘Hey, Toms you’re not going anywhere, you’re clearly ill and I’m worried, tell me what’s going on, hm? You usually wouldn’t burst into tears just like that..’ Techno stated with clear worry in his voice. Tommy was contemplating just lying to Techno but he knew that it wouldn’t work. For someone who barely socialises, Techno is really good at reading people just like open books, so Tommy decided to, reluctantly, tell him about his regression above all of his other issues, seeing as he was already on the verge of regressing again. ‘Uh so about the crying thing.. have you ever heard of fuckin.. Age regression or little space of some sort?’ Tommy just hoped that this wouldn’t go badly. Techno of course, read a lot, so he had the general grasp of what Tommy was talking about, he guessed that his little brother regressed, and he couldn’t lie, just the thought of it was utterly adorable. The piglin hybrid noticed that he hadn’t actually answered Tommy’s question and nodded, ‘So.. you regress? I know a little bit about this stuff, do you wanna be little?’. If he was being completely honest, Tommy had no idea that Techno would be acting this accepting and.. caring? He subconsciously made the choice that Techno was friendly and it was okay to regress around him, and he gave a small nod, on the edge of completely slipping.

3RD PERSON POV- WITH TECHNO

Techno sat himself comfortably next to the younger boy, looking at him in awe; the boy was only 16 and he’d gone through multiple wars and several betrayals, he was so very strong, Techno couldn’t even begin to describe how proud he was. ‘Hey buddy how old are you feeling?’, Techno got a reply of Tommy shying away into his hands and raising 3 fingers. ‘Very small then hm? We should get you into something into a bit more warm, you look quite chilly buddy.’, Tommy made grabby hands at Techno and how could he deny such an adorable request? Techno lifted the skinny boy and brought him to his bedroom, placing him on his bed. Techno once again couldn’t help but get upset once again that his former friend hurt his baby brother; Tommy could have gotten frostbite or hypothermia with the tattered, thin clothes he had been wearing in such a cold biome. Techno finally fished out some joggers and a red hoodie he hadn’t worn in a long time. When he turned back from his closet to his bed, the sight he was met with nearly gave him a heart attack with how pure and adorable it was. Tommy was sat on the bed, knees tucked to his chest and played with his fingers softly, a tiny smile painted on his face. Sadly, this is the happiest Techno had seen Tommy in months, or years even. Techno sat on the bed, next to his younger brother, and helped him get dressed, slowly and carefully, making sure that he didn’t startle the baby. Techno picked Tommy back up and placed him back on the sofa; the two were just cuddling, that is until they heard the front door open. Tommy curled himself into a ball, while Techno protectively placed himself in front of him. The older was slightly relieved to see Phil in the doorframe, however he didn’t know how their father would react to Tommy’s regression, or whether Tommy would even want him to know: Techno could tell that Tommy was very shy and secretive about it. ‘Hey Techno, mate, who’s that?’ Phil asked, clueless about the stress that his sons were in because of his presence. Techno was almost physically sweating with the pressure being put on him, he awkwardly replied ‘Oh uh, hey Phil,’ Techno looked to Tommy who looked terrified. ‘Hey Toms? It’s just Phil, you’re okay..’ Techno whispered to the boy in attempt to calm him down; it seemed to work quite a bit. Unfortunately for the boys, Phil heard what Techno said and jumped at the opportunity to talk to his youngest son, ‘Did you say Tommy? Hello Toms, what’s up?’. Tommy froze and slowly looked up at his dad, tears gathering up in his eyes, Techno noticed and went to comfort his little brother. Phil was beyond confused, and did what anyone would do, ask what was going on. Techno looked to Tommy for approval before telling their dad, to which the boy nodded. With the knowledge Techno had gathered, he tried his best to answer Phil’s question; Phil is a nice guy, he helps anyone who needs it, and so he knew of quite a few coping mechanisms, and this was one of them. The eldest seemed to grasp onto the idea surprisingly quickly, and was immediately helping Techno coddle the younger. Neither of them could deny, the baby was adorable, babbling to himself and chewing on his fingers, which wasn’t exactly sanitary but adorable nonetheless. With the three being fully aware that Ghostbur wouldn’t mind this version of Tommy, and would have fun taking care of Tommy, Techno and Phil couldn’t help but hope that their family could grow close once again. Philza was sure to never let his baby boys go again, they would all rekindle their relationship with each other day by day, and soon were a fully functioning family once again.

[ace-witcher-power]

This new wilbur is... Strange

He is not good like the revolution Wilbur

He is not bad like the Pogtopia Wilbur

He is not innocent and silly like Ghostbur

He is just... Strange

He says sorry for the things he did but also doesn't care if Friend dies

He laugh and play with Tommy but also says that Dream is his hero

He remember everything but also is so unaware of literally everything

He is somehow scary and friendly at the same time

I'm so happy that he's back but also so worried

I don't know what he is capable of and that's terrifying

[samsilver975]

Alright everyone! Since everything seems to be going down tomorrow, I figure it’s as good a time as any to finish up these character analysis! This will pretty much be the SBI, with a few others, so get ready for part three!

Connor:

I know his role has kind of been comic relief, but like that he’s pretty much the only one willing to ‘forgive and forget.’ He says he doesn’t blame Tommy, and that he’s just confused, which is a surprising amount of wisdom from someone in a Sonic onesie.

Sapnap:

His role in doomsday was smaller and did more for Tommy’s character than his own, but it’s worth mentioning. Even though he was Dream’s friend, Tommy was able to pursuance him to Tommy’s side, an ‘alliance?’ that lasted past Doomsday. But more on that later...

BadBoyHalo:

What the hell is even going on with the egg. Writing about that side of the plot is a whole ‘nother... egg to crack.

Tubbo:

Tubbo’s character was surprisingly hard to write about. I think a lot of people kind of see Tubbo as the innocent best friend with not much else to characterize... but sitting down to write gave me a really hard time. Tubbo is not as innocent as he seems. The biggest thing comes after today’s (the 19th?) stream, when Ranboo confronts Tubbo about Snowchester’s true purpose. Tubbo was the president of L’Manburg. He saw how it corrupted Quackity, corrupted him. But now he’s saying he want’s Snowchester to be independent. When questioned, he says, “It’ll be different this time,” completely shocking Ranboo. If you remember my analysis of Quackity (I not so shamelessly suggest you check out my previous posts) I said that he and Tubbo were to two most affected by the government they formed. The two that ended up becoming two halves of Schlatt. But where Quackity realized how alike he and Schlatt had become, Tubbo... didn’t. Even now he doesn’t see the mistakes of the past or what they mean for the future. For whatever reason, Tubbo didn’t learn. He doesn’t realize that independant factions, truly independant factions, are a really bad idea. Forcing the idea of indepedence down Dream’s throat is a bad idea. Maybe he wants to prove that he’s capable of being a leader, but L’Manburg was doomed the moment Wilbur decided to rig the election. It had its good points sure, and I don’t entirely agree with it being blown up, but it also had some bad points... and I can’t tell if Tubbo acknowledges them. Tubbo’s character has been in the background for so long I think, that he hasn’t had his chance to shine outside of Tommy’s shadow, so maybe that’s playing a part too. Whether this is Tubbo being naive or actually power-lust I don’t know, but Tubbo, for all his forgiveness, is shaping up to be one of the most dangerous people on the server. And he doesn’t even know it yet.

Foolish: (honorable mention, not a part of Doomsday)

‘I’m not going to be a part of canon!’

Joins Snowchester. Antagonises the Eggpire

‘Haha... I’m in danger!’

Philza:

I really didn’t like Philza’s arc. Not to say it was bad or anything, but compared to everyone else, his story was kind of... meh. He just seemed to stagnate a bit. Like, he supports the anarchists obviously, but his entire character arc seemed to just be ‘oh, I live in the nation and have no opinion on it otherwise’ to ‘oh, this nation kind of sucks, it doesn’t need to exist anymore.’ Which, yeah seems like a pretty big change but... it wasn’t as impactful I guess? I also didn’t like how little emotion he showed to Ghostbur after L’Manburg’s destruction, but I’m not sure he really thinks of Ghostbur as a separate entity from Alivebur. He doesn’t have much sympathy for a being that he hopes will only be temporary. At this point, I can’t really tell where the character is going. Hopefully we’ll get some answers in the hopefully coming Ressurection Arc.

Ghostbur:

Of all of the arcs during season two, the one to me that was the most gut-wrenchingly sad was Ghostbur’s. He’s an interesting character because of the limits on his memory. I may be inaccurate here, but it seems like Ghostbur not only is unable to recall sad memories, but is incapable of making new sad memories too. At first, he was kind of the comic relief. Innocent, awkward, the friendly optimist. But... not everything with Ghostbur is so straightforward. I think, on some level, he remembers what Alivebur did. Not like a proper memory maybe, but a lingering notion, an almost-feeling. Something inside of him is still guilty, otherwise, why would he avoid talking about Alivebur’s actions? Why would he avoid Fundy? By all accounts, Ghostbur should be a stagnant character, and in some ways he is. He continues to be innocent right up until the very end. But in the end, he changes. He watches, time and again, as everything he builds, everything nice he tries to do for people, blows up in his face. Time and again, nobody feels any sympathy for him; he’s the background comic belief after all right? He doesn’t count as a character, right? I think that mindset played a big role is his decision to be brought back. And even if he can’t fully understand what is going on, he still feels enough to decide he doesn’t want to be Ghostbur anymore. It’s erily similar to Alivebur. Alivebur did what he wanted, and when his purpose was complete, he wasn’t needed anymore, he asked Phil to kill him. Ghostbur feels he was outstayed his welcome, he isn’t needed anymore if everything he does was for nothing, so he asks Phil to kill him. Ghostbur and Alivebur may be two different people, but they are two sides of the same coin that is Wilbur. Ghostbur, even though he doesn’t fully understand sadness, wants peace. He tried to give it to everyone, but I think he’s realized he won’t find peace on the SMP. But he doesn’t just want to die, he wants to do good for the server even in death. By bringing back Alivebur, he feels that he can help people. That may or may not be the case depending on what Alivebur is brought back or if Alivebur even wants to come back (I personally think, once he sees L’crater, that Alivebur will be pretty content). I leave you all with this: how could the scar still hurt, if there was nothing to hurt for?

That’s all for now! I’m fairly certain I’m going to reach a word cap if I continue. I’ll post the finale, Techno, Tommy, and Dream directly aftet this post, sometime tonight. Also, something I couldn’t find a place for anywhere: I didn’t want L’Manburg to be destroyed purely because I am a builder at heart, and seeing the pretty buildings get destroyed physically hurt. Emotional and political trauma? Nah. Sad because material wealth was destroyed? Yah. Anyhow See you in a minute! (The above paragraphs are purely opinion. You are entitled to your own! Feel free to comment your thoughts down below!)

[random-bnha-aus-and-uas]

Don’t Trust Random Portals (Crossover AU): Part 2

Class 1-A was in the cafeteria, a few of them were eating but most of them were talking. The Dekusqud (Uraraka, Deku and Iida) were talking about ways to improve their quirks, while the Bakusquad (Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero and Mina) were talking about random, stupid things. Mineta was thinking about different ways to get the girls to like them. The rest were talking about what happened to them at the USJ.

Aizawa was walking around campus, looking out for mischief he didn't find any because most of the students were either talking to the teachers or in the cafeteria. When he got a notification, saying that he's needed in the P.E Grounds, he didn't get any further information, he went straight to the P.E Grounds and was met by a very confused 22-year-old man (a.k.a Gogy) in glistening purple armour. Both looked at each other for a solid minute before Aizawa started to move his hands to his scarf, causing the other male to scutter into the shadows.

Aizawa grumbled at himself, before heading towards the last location of said brunette.

George ran off before downing an invisibility potion and immediately stripping himself of his armour, just in time as the ravenette sped past him, quite obviously not knowing where George was. He sighed in relief as he stalked off in the opposite direction, in hopes to get his bearings as to where he was. It was quite obvious from that strange man that he was no longer in Minecraft or his own reality. He felt a cold breeze on his delicate skin and immediately put on his armour and shield up, sword in his left hand on guard, ready to kill whatever may harm him.

Problem was, the danger was his friends, piling on top of him as they too, finally came out the Portal, which seemed to no longer exist. "Oww... Get off me! DREEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!" George screamed, forgetting that he was being hunted down by a very much capable person (or should I say, hero?). Eventually, everyone who went through the Portal had made it to the other side, slightly injured, but alive! Dream and Sapnap lunged towards Gogy, tightly hugging him before everyone else made their way towards him. At this point, the potion's effect had worn off, which led to the next scene of everyone being coddled together and held down by Aizawa's scarf, excluding Ghostbur, who just fazed through the scarf, confused and in character.

"Follow me or else," Aizawa said, glaring at every single person captured. The others followed, realising that there's no point in fighting and it could help them more, while Ghostbur followed as air-headedly as ever. They were taken to the conference room, where the police stood by, analysing every soul that walked in.

Aizawa closed the door and let his scarf go, "My name is Aizawa Shota. First things first, who are you?" Aizawa asked, sternly. Dream pulled up the chatbox, which seemed to work just fine, to message all the others what to do.

<Dream> They don't need to know our real names, use your IGNs.

Dream then started the introductions off, "My name is Dream and these are the other members of the DreamSMP." He paused, thinking of what to say next before talking again. "We came through a portal to look for GeorgeNotFound." Dream said, pointing to George, who immediately jumped in with his introduction. "I'm GeorgeNotFound." "Sapnap here!" "I'm BadBoyHalo, but you can call me Bad for short! This is Skeppy!" Bad said pointing at the diamond haired boy, who waved at the others. "My name is Antfrost!" The Siamese cat man smiled. "AwesameDude." "I'm Ponk! Do you have any lemons by any chance?" Ponk asked before getting bonked over the head by the next person to introduce themselves. "Ignore him, I'm Punz. Nice to meet you...?" "It's really not, considering we've been pulled around, I'm Purpled, by the way." He then sighed annoyed. "I'M QUACKITY!!! This is my dead ex-husband JSchlatt, but we call him JCorpse!" Quackity shouts as he tugs at a very dead looking ram man with a blue sweater. "My name is KarlJacobs!" Karl happily says as he holds Quackity and Sapnap. "Name's Eret." "CaptainPuffy here!" "I'm Nihachu!" "Hi! I'm Fundy!" "Hello! I'm Ghostbur, but I use to be called Wilbur if that helps!" Ghostbur floats towards Aizawa and gives him some blue, "Have some blue! You look sad!" And as the blue is given to the tired man, the blue became a darker shade of blue, and Aizawa felt just a tad bit happier, which confused him. "TommyInnit, you best stop that!" A man with pink hair and a dead pig mask shouts at him, grabbing the blond by the back of his shirt. "I'm Technoblade, Tommy I swear to the Blood God if you don't stop I don't know what I'm gonna do..." Tommy stops and grumbles crossing his arms in annoyance. "I'm Philza Minecraft, please ignore Tommy, he's a good lad I swear-" "I'm Tubbo and this is Ranboo!" Finally, the last person introduces themselves, "I'm Jack Manifold!"

Tsukauchi nodded, saying that they were telling the truth. "What are you doing in U.A?" "Honestly, we don't know where we are or how we really got here other than through an unknown Portal." Dream replied.

"Do you know what quirks are then?" Aizawa asked, not knowing that they came through a different world. "Quirks? What the fuck are those?" Tommy said, and before Aizawa could answer. "LANGUAGE, Tommy!!!" Bad shouted. Tommy sticks his tongue at Bad. "Quirks are, basically superpowers, that a lot of children get at the age of four," Aizawa said, surprised that they didn't know what quirks are, as Nezu walks in. "Well, we probably have something similar to that but I don't think we are from the same world as a whole," Techno said. "That might be a problem if that's the situation... Stay here, we need to figure something else out." Nezu tells them.

As all the unknown people leave, the DreamSMP people started to speak with each other. "Well, that was hard... What the hell is going on?" JCorpse asks. "Other than not being in Minecraft as a whole and being in a world filled with superpowers, I can't tell you..." Dream replies, "The chatbox seems to work but I don't want to use any commands just yet. Not unless they try and canon kill us in which then I'll just put everyone in creative and we can go wild. Though I highly doubt they'd do that, considering they seem too friendly to do that." "All we can do is wait huh? This sucks," Techno ends the conversation as he heard the footsteps of those that were interrogating them.

"Come with me, to a dorm building, since you don't have any documents stating anything about you," Aizawa said, leading them off to where the 24 people would be staying. They all comply, trying to learn more about the world around them, only to learn that this school is more secure than any of America's schools. "What kinda fuckin' school is this?" Tommy asks curiously and innocently until BBH shouted at him for swearing, pissing Tommy off. "Well, due to the existence of quirks, we've needed a way of combatting criminals and villains. This school is for heroes." Aizawa explained. "Oh no." Techno's Greek mythology starts kicking in as he starts laughing mischievously, not that Aizawa could tell as Technoblade's monotone-ness makes it hard to read him. Tommy sighed at Technoblades laughter as Phil chuckled at the duo.

Soon they got to the abandoned building, new but quite clearly unused, Aizawa put a card up to a card reader and scanned as the door opened and he led all 24 people in. "This is where you'll be staying until we figure out what to do with all of you. Try not to leave, it's best if we could keep all of you a secret for now." Dream nods to this and watches the shorter man leave, the beady eyes on his mask looking into his soul.

And when I tell you the room of people sighed, they all did, Ghostbur phasing into his more alive skin and JCorpse reverting to a living being, Quackity and Philza stretching their wings seeing as they weren't in Dream's SMP. "Can we still craft and go into creative or no?" Purpled asks, trying to figure out what they could all still do. Techno, Ponk and Punz immediately tried to open their inventory, only to notice that it looked a bit weirder. Their inventories looked more jumbled up as the fixed boxes that kept things organised had disappeared, yet if they tried to pick anything more then 37 items (a.k.a a full inventory with the offhand holding something), they couldn't. Dream opened the chatbox and started to type the command that made him powerful.

/gamemode creative Dream Your game mode has been updated to Creative Mode

He started to levitate and realised the power of Minecraft creative mode and OP was still with him. "Well, I guess now I can put all of you in creative if things get dire enough and a final canon life could get lost..." "POGCHAMP!" Tommy cheered, seeing as everything somewhat worked. "Wait, what happens if we die here? Would we respawn?"

The silence in the room became thicker than when Aizawa left. "There's only one way to know you know... Kill me, I'll probably come back!" Quackity offered his life. Punz sighed, feeling slightly guilty as he pointed his crossbow at Quackity. 10 minutes later Present Mic walked in quite confused as to how Quackity got out. Once he left Quackity started to talk again, "So I respawned at the same place we crashed here! Safe to say, I don't think we can actually die like they do?" "Yep! It's still day time, so we should probably do something while the sun is still-" "We should try rebuilding that weird Portal!" Ponk interrupts Dream, gaining a glare from the green man himself, "What? I'm trying to help here!" "He isn't wrong, we should try to get back without needing their help... You never know what those people could be planning!" Puffy tried to stand up for the lemon lover. Dream, still being in creative, started to summon crying obsidian and moved the Portal, making it in a spare dorm room, as there where 30 rooms and 6 where unoccupied. But as Dream tried to light the Portal with flint and steel, the swirling blue that got them here didn't appear. Dream frowned under his mask and tried lava and water, only to get the same reactionless thing. Nothing worked. They were trapped in this unknown world.

"It's not working... I don't know how to light this up. We... We should figure out how to act in front of everyone else. I think it would be very funny if we kept up the role-playing act up whilst staying best friends behind closed doors, plus it seems like the other people don't have the chatbox either, so we could send messages without looking weird..."

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Beginning: Part 1

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[willowfield15]

I've been thinking of this so much that I've just got massive brainrot over it! So someone on Tumblr had said that the reason Ghostbur couldn't have gone back to the Realm of the dead and instead had stayed around in the smp was because of Tommy and his conflict with Dream (I can't find the post), so it's very much pretty confirmed that this might be true.

But then I had this thought and I know it might be a long shot but since Ghostbur is still essentially Wilbur but just a part of him, I had this thought, was Wilbur's last regret not having been able to help Tommy take down Dream peacefully? Was that his last regret and that's why he had to stay on the smp as Ghostbur? Who isn't Wilbur but the more innocent, friendly, oblivious side? Because that's the side of Wilbur that truly cared for Tommy and everyone?

It's said that when characters die and they are forced to stay on the land, it's because they either have a regret or a grudge.

Mexican Dream clearly had neither, you don't see him as a ghost, neither do you see Schlatt as one, because neither had a regret that still connects them to the smp but Wilbur.. Wilbur had a lot before he went insane.

He still cared for Tommy when he died but refused to show it while insane because he didn't want it used against him or for them to leave his side so he manipulated them to stay, but Tommy.. Didn't ever want to leave Wilbur even when he knew that he was too far gone to help, he still wanted to help him.

And that's why Tommy wants him to be resurrected, he's scared but he wants the original Wilbur back, the one that made the camarvan with him, the one that made drugs him, the one that would bully him playfully.