#i will never forget the dream and fundy wedding

[lime1991]

What did c!Dream do to Fundy in your ideas of the story?

accurate to real life dream

[caccry]

Me And My Husband, We're Doing Better

[aquarii-writes]

Dsmp Headcanons

So ngl I've been really into the dream smp recently and I've been doing a bit of art for it so why not give my headcanons? Also all of these are for the characters not the content creators

Notes: the song referenced in Karl's headcanons is seasonal feathers music box version. This is all I have for now. I’ve lurked around the fandom since about early February and beware this is fucking long

WARNINGS: In some of these I do mention dead parents(various), death in general and as an entity(Philza), alcoholism(Schlatt), and traumatic experiences. None are in detail but just beware. Oh and a slight suicide warning for Dream

DREAM

Dream got his mask from his father and Drista got hers from their mother

His mask is specifically a gift from his mother after his father died

Dreams mask is infused with dreamons. His parents made a deal with a few dreamons and the dreamons now live in the masks

He will never say what his eye color is because he doesnt care, but if you can catch him without the mask you'll see his eyes are an amber color

He watched his mother commit when he was about 12~ and when Drista was 6. At the time he didnt want to understand why

WILBUR SOOT(plus Ghostbur)

Wilbur's mother is a fox hybrid(cause ya know I live by the saying that canon is my sandbox and a fuckin fridge doesnt make sense)(Momza anyone?)

His beanie is from his mother along with his love of singing

He has records of his parents singing

He has wings it's just that he never learned to fly

Ghostbur can see various other ghosts he just doesnt realize that no one else can see them

Ghostbur has selective amnesia. He genuinely cant remember parts of his life but some moments are too vivid to forget

FOOLISH GAMERS

He can partially shapeshift to make himself bigger or smaller(23 fuckin feet tall without changing height)

His son, Foolish jr, is biologically his and Jr is a demigod

Jr is too small to see the world yet so Foolish keeps him in an enderchest

Foolish is fully a god

He really likes turtles no damn reason

Aside from keeping his son in a chest, Foolish is a relatively good dad

He's a very good builder and rarely takes time to sleep when hes working on a commission for someone

He is most certainly strong enough to break the egg though he doesnt want to get involved for his sons sake

SAPNAP

He is a hybrid blaze born

BBH found Sap in the middle of the Nether playing with a few baby piglins

He met Quacky before Karl but Karl is the reason the three got together

TECHNOBLADE

Dispite how loud the voices can be sometimes l they can be rather peaceful. They really only get violent during fights

(Based off my techno design) the skull techno uses as a mask is a hoglin skull

Personally I dont think Philza adopted Techno as a son but Techno kinda became friends with Philza when he was just a kid

Techno was a very small child: especially in comparison to the village he came from in the Nether

Piglin hybrid piglin hybrid

Does not know who his parents are all he knows is that his glasses are from his mother

He has a baby sister(the two are half siblings; they have the same dad)

He literally doesnt need the glasses he just keeps them for the aesthetic and because its the only thing he has from his mom

He has a soft spot for Michael and Michelle since all three of them are forms of piglins

FUNDY

He has very vague memories of his mother

Looks stupidly similar to is grandmother; momza

He has a picture of Philza and Momza on their wedding day

One day when he was just a kid,like 14ish, he found an old sword that used to be Philzas and just never told Phil that he took it

KARL JACOBS

He's time traveled less after getting engaged to Quackity and Sapnap

Most of the books he writes never see the light of day again

Some of his books were actually found by one of Ranboo's descendants(not Ranbob)

One of his more scary experiences is when he accidentally met Dream when he was little. Momma Dream almost killed Karl

He's slightly immune to the effects of dreamon possession

He once found an old music box within the inbetween and he hasnt found a name for the song on the music box

PHILZA

He's known as the Angel of Death, or Deaths Angel for a reason(go look at @resonating-kitty s headcanon post about this. Ngl I love it and think it needs more attention)

After the 'death' of Momza, Philza swore to never love till he met Death once more

He remembers a time where hybrids used to be a lot more common: humans will fuck anything remotely humanoid

He doesnt remember if he has parents. By the time Wilbur was old enough to ask about them Philza made up the story that his parents went on to greet death when Wilbur was a baby

He's the reason for Momza's 'death'

SCHLATT

I really like the idea of Schlatt being Tubbo's dad even though it probably wont be canon

When Schlatt was little he watched his father but heads with other ram/sheep hybrids(he found it very funny)

He has a horrid tendency to headbutt people he has strong emotions towards

How hard he headbutts you really depends on what emotions he feels in that moment. The more loving/kind the emotion is the softer he'll be

When in a good mood Schlatt would let Quackity touch his horns

Glatt is a dick head and he knows this. He plays it up to piss people off even more

He comes from a rather large community of ram/sheep hybrids though his family in particular was a little violent

Schlatts first name is Jamison

He has a small ram plush from when he was little: his mother gave it to him before she died

His mother was an alcoholic before him though she was a very sad drunk

THE ERET

Herobrine is their cousin

He is very willing to do next to anything to succeed at something

He doesnt remember his family name

As a kid Eret's mother used to tell them stories of kings and queens. She told them that they could be a ruler one day if they worked hard enough

Their mums name was Elenora

GEORGENOTFOUND

(Based off of @/sctbrr on Twitter. I adore the au they made off this) George is a reincarnation of DreamXD's past lover.

Heterochromia heterochromia

His eyes are brown(left) and blue(right)

His clout glasses allow him to see color

RANBOO

Because he can’t remember his other half he doesn’t know what all he can/can’t do

Though one thing he’s noticed is that he can see much better in the dark than actual people; doesn’t know if he’s half enderman or his other half

As a kid he would pretend to be a dragon with someone. He has a feeling that the person was his father

He has two crowns. One from Techno and one from his mother; it’s one of the few things he genuinely remembers from when he was little

He sees a lot of Tubbo in Michael

Speaking of Michael, the lil one is only about three

TUBBO

He doesn’t know who his parents are and really only saw Philza as a father figure

He’s a ram hybrid like Schlatt

For the longest time he thought bees could understand him

[enderwoah]

why does tumblr like my incoherent appreciation posts so much i doubt half the people that like it understand it fully

BUT ANYWAYS

I’M HERE TO MAKE ANOTHER ONE

and i’ve wanted to do this for a while because he is my favorite character and HAS BEEN my favorite character! for a few months now, actually!!

FUNDY APPRECIATION POST TIIIME, YEAH BAYBEES!!!

look, fundy, prior to season two, this man did NOT get to roleplay. he was actually my favorite chractacter because his backstory was so perfect and could be used in a book and he’s SUCH a well thought out character BUT I WILL GET TO THAT!!

but oh my GOD did he step up to the podium in SEASON FREAKING TWO!!! he! i! oh my god!!! have you guys SEEN his interactions with ghost wilbur?! I didn’t even KNOW fundy was good at roleplay, and YET!!

AND YET!!!

he pulled this angsty teen bs out of buttfuck NOWHERE and knocked it out of the PARK with it!!! all of his lines in regards to ghost wilbur, all of his little quips and perfectly timed silences, they’re all so realistic and well-done and ajsiadnk he’s just out here to fuel the angst train??

oh yes, he COULD have decided to make amends with wilbur, but would that have been realistic??? HELL NO! he SAW that, and went ‘no <3′ and pulled out lines like “you abandoned me” “im not jealous of tubbo because he’s president, im jealous of tubbo because he probably still has a DAD somewhere and i don’t” “wilbur, LISTEN!!!” “you never take these things SERIOUSLY!” “look, he thinks this is a joke” like UM????

UM???????????????????

WHERE?? WHERE DID HE GET THIS FROM?? AND WHY DIDNT WE SEE IT IN SEASON ONE?? WHY DIDNT WE LET THIS MAN SPEAK!!!

and that’s just the daddy issues, not to mention his commitment to fundywastaken!!!!! it’s stuch an easy thing to forget and brush off, but oh nononono!!! he sticks to it, and he’s stuck to it ever since it was deemed CANON. AND THAT WAS A FEW MONTHS AGO!!!

using his date with dream as a way to cam dreamon!dream down?? THE ONE SCENE, THE SCENE WITH THE FLOWERS, “george will love these” “why george?” I’M.

I.

HM.

HMMMM.

and on ranboo’s stream the other day, when he mentioned his wedding with dream (the video is coming out tomorrow by the way!!! be ready for THAT one) and the chat just started smiling and people started to yell like “DREAM IS CHEATING ON FUNDY WITH GEORGE,” the way that he paused and read it aloud and started saying things like, “no, he wouldn’t....i don’t think that’s true.” but then started to sniffle and straight up LEFT for a few minutes after audiably starting to cry??? I

it’s like he KNOWS that it’s true and he’s just in denial WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO US FUNDY PLEEEASE

this character has been through SO MUCH, like, think about it, wilbur’s abuse/neglect, schlatt, having to watch wilbur die, eret dipping on his adoption day (no hate to eret, nobody told them that it was happening lmao (i have some thoughts about why that is but that’s a topic for another post ehehe)), dream being a adulterous prick, all of that, and fundy plays it PERFECTLY!!!

and also fundy’s desire to be acknowledged and appreciated by a person in a position of superiority or power has been a constant this entire tme, my only real qualm with his character is actually that he WASNT on schlatt’s side, because schlatt actually didn’t treat fundy?? badly?? he definitely acknowledged and even put him into a position of power, something that his own FATHER CONSTANTLY refused to do, so i felt like it should have started out with him wanting to be on wilbur’s side before slowly moving to schlatt but you know what???

he might not have done it FULLY, but the INTENT was definitely there!!!! flash back to the festival, tubbo gets muffined and fundy is like, ‘wait...does that mean i can stand there?’ and when schlatt says yeah he sounds and looks genuinely happy??? like ‘oh my god not only am i in a position of power im actually being treated that way with respect and jkdnasnfwerdsfzk’

we have, frankly, been SLEEPING on fundy and im TIRED of it. GO APPRECIATE HIM MORE!!!! NOW!!!!

[theyre-just-blocks]

Different relationships on the Dream SMP but they’re Glass Animals songs. 

No, I haven’t read Heatwaves, no I’m not doing this because of Heat Waves, this is just for fun because I love the band and their music and some of their songs actually fit character relationships in the Dream SMP really well. 

Reminder! This is based on their characters in the SMP, not the actual ccs themselves. It would be weird if it wasn’t and quite frankly the songs wouldn’t fit if that were the case. 

Relationship: Sam & Ponk

Song: Pork Soda

What It’s About: A loving relationship between two lovers who slowly started to fall out of love, leading one of them to want what the relationship used to be. 

Why It Fits: I mean, the song meaning is pretty much what’s going on with the two right now. They had a nice, loving dynamic that quickly turned to the worse thanks to the Egg and the Prison corrupting the both of them. The narrator, obviously, would be Ponk, who got the short end of the stick when it came to the complications of the relationship. And I just think it would be funny to have ‘lemon’ instead of ‘pineapple.’ 

Some Lyrics:

You took my hand and you made me run, up past the prison to the seafront

Why can’t we laugh now like we did then? How come I see you and ache instead?

Maybe you’re fucking scum, don’t you go psycho chum

I want you for the world, I want you all the time (stop)

I won’t forget how you looked at me then

Relationship: DreamXD & George

Song: Holiest

What It’s About: A relationship between two lovers, one who is annoyed with the other’s antics, who is preoccupied in their dreams, goals, and ideals, comparing them to a child.

Why It Fits: I really only chose this song for the two because DreamXD is kind of a god on the SMP, so I went, “Okay god, they’ve got a song called ‘Holiest’, that fits.” But I also think it fits in the way that DreamXD basically simps for George and in the song one of the individuals seems to beg the other that they can be different. I think it would be a sort of, “You’re not him,” kind of thing, basically.

Some Lyrics:

Be a part of the scene like you're living your dream, Walk the room like you're on fire, Like your chasing the truth, gripping tight to your youth

Babe, I'm not what you think, Come on, listen to me

Now all I do is feel afraid

Can't you see that I'm here, Can't you see I've been played

But you're the holiest thing I know, Yes, you're the holiest thing, holiest thing I know

Relationship: Schlatt & Quackity

Song: Cacao Hooves

What It’s About: Possibly about the internal conflict of someone who has done a lot of bad things in the past (though not confirmed).

Why It Fits: Even if the song is mainly for one’s internal conflicts, I felt like it fit Schlatt and Quackity’s external ones with each other. For one, the character in the song is an ‘old goat’, perfect for Schlatt, then there’s a comment about setting wings on fire, perfect for Quackity. The internal conflict in the song would be the two going back and forth with the White House, especially since there’s a line about not fighting back/using bows and arrows. I just thought it was perfect. 

Some Lyrics:

This old goat with beard of grey, He turns his leather gripped cane

You never fight back, Why don’t you play with bows and arrows?

Why don’t you play nice? Why don’t you toy with sex and violence?

Why don’t you set your wings on fire?

Relationship: Dream & Fundy

Song: Flip

What It’s About: The narrator is making plans on getting revenge on someone who had wronged/harmed them in the past.

Why It Fits: While most of the lyrics don’t really fit, and Fundy hasn’t made a move to get back at Dream for what happened at the Wedding, the idea behind the song, I felt fit the two. If given the chance, I’m sure that Fundy would’ve gotten revenge on Dream, seeing as he did so with L’Manburg during Doomsday. It would be from Fundy’s perspective and it puts a new spin on the idea of a Fox Hunt. 

Some Lyrics:

I wanna take to my guns and break you, I gotta make my little foe take his own

I’m gonna go back, I’m gonna go back, I’m gonna go back to a face no more mask

I was in full bloom until I met you, I’m gonna shake my fetters, I’m breaking loose

Relationship: Quackity, Karl, & Sapnap

Song: Tangerine

What It’s About: The narrator sings about some that they’ve know who’s taken a turn for the worse, changing due to different events, but the narrator still has the hope that things could be the same.

Why It Fits: This song fits so well, lyric and beat wise. It’s so preppy and fun like them, despite the lyrics being so down. For this, it would be Karl and Sapnap’s take on Quackity’s spiral with torturing Dream and setting up Las Nevadas. They’re wondering what happened to him and still have hope that maybe they could get him back, basically. 

Some Lyrics: 

I can't keep on making you happy 'cause you got issues with your daddy

But I wish I could show you more of yourself, I wish I could make you somebody else. But I left it way too late. Are you stuck in your own ways?

You let the devil in, and all you talk is money, money, money, money, money, It's so funny how it changes how you feel

Where are you? What happened? I want what we had. Where you gone? Where you hidin'?

Hands, knees, please, tangerine, come on back to me. Got what I need, tangerine, do this for me

Relationship: Puffy & Niki

Song: Agnes

What It’s About: The narrator is trying to pull out another from an addiction, which has steadily ruined their relationship a bit.

Why It Fits: This one is just a bit of a stretch, but it works. It would be from Puffy’s POV as she’s trying to get Niki back to the way she once was, before Doomsday, before finding out about Wilbur, and before being obsessed with killing Tommy. In the song, the person being sung about has an addiction, so I figured that could be replaced with her want to kill Tommy. So it’s Puffy trying to bring her back, but at the same time, Puffy is unsure about what she’s doing. 

Some Lyrics:

Calm down now, stop and breathe a second? Go back to the very beginning. Can't you see what was different then?

To be reborn, I want to hold you like you're mine

You see the sad in everything. A genius of love and loneliness

Where went that cheeky friend of mine? Where went that billion-dollar smile?

You're gone but you're on my mind. I'm lost but I don't know why

Relationship: Bad & Skeppy

Song: JDNT

What It’s About: Though not confirmed, the song could be about a narrator who is putting on a brave face, but is ready to crack under the stress at any minute. 

Why It Fits: This one is also a stretch, it was kind of hard to find a song that fit the two. However, with the Egg, I think that this song works well for them. Though I couldn’t find a solid meaning behind the lyrics, I figured that if we took their arc with the Egg, it would work. I think the song would be from both of their POVs, with the story idea behind Skeppy being stuck in the Egg and Bad giving himself to the Egg in return of getting his friend back. 

Some Lyrics:

I've got my old helmet on, Keeping out an eye, Puffing all my feathers up

Please, it's not okay. Oh, can't you feel your dirty face? Oh, don't it leave that filthy taste?

Where my funny friends gone? You're in paradise. Who gon' plant the flowers, huh?

I shut my wild eyes, and crumble to a pile of dust and fertilise

Relationship: Quackity & Glatt

Song: Your Love (Deju vu)

What It’s About: Being caught up in a relationship you know is toxic, but somehow you can’t seem to cut that person out of your life.

Why It Fits: I think the meaning of the song fits them pretty well as we all know that relationship was toxic as hell. But in this sense, it’s Glatt, so even more so, Quackity’s still coming back to him even when Schlatt is dead and now a ghost. Though their relationship during Schlatt’s time alive was terrible, Quackity still went to Schlatt and decided to work with him. Also, it’s got a line about eating and I just thought it would fit in the whole ‘heart eating’ sense. 

Some Lyrics:

And I'm backsliding into this just one more time

You go back there when you're done, Don't you want some more?

Maybe in time, When we're both better at life, daylight can open my eyes, and you'll still be by my side

Night by night, I let you eat me alive, I want you to eat me alive

Relationship: Dream & George

Song: Heatwa - [gunshot]

Nah, jk, here’s their song.

Relationship: Dream & George

Song: The Other Side of Paradise

What It’s About: Though I’m not entirely sure, but I think that the song focuses around a relationship that slowly deteriorated due to one of the individuals moving on for a more grander, luxurious life. 

Why It Fits: Dream would be the individual in the relationship who went to go chase after a fancy life, thus ruining the relationship. The "fancy life" in this case would be the power and control he sought over members of the server, which ultimately got him locked up. So I think it would be in George's POV, but that's basically why I thought the song would fit the two. 

Some Lyrics:

He told me, "Please, don't worry", wise little smile that spoke so safely 

Caught up in a rush, it's killing you

I miss him, don't you blame me? That boy went stone cold crazy, Caught up in camera lust, He's chasing that pappy pipe dream

I know you don't but I-I know you don't but I still try

Curled up in a grip when we were us, fingers in a fist like you might run, I settle for a ghost I never knew, super paradise I held on to, but I settle for a ghost

I know I should probably post my thoughts on Quackity's stream, but I started this a few days ago and only finished it today, so take it now.

[plantainhands1]

not to brainrot all over the tag, but does anyone else remember that time, just before the exile arc, where dnf was extremely close to becoming canon on the dreamsmp orrrrr

like (these are in no particular order)

the whole knight!dream and king!george thing

dream literally gave power to george just cause he could?? eret apparently couldn't hold the position anymore, so i guess that works

and all the protective dream, the whole "trust" thing, dream purposefully not allowing george to get involved in conflict and let him steal the tree

or how freaked out he got when people kept coming into the throne room to kill george

also that time dream just showed off by fighting sam in front of george, like what was all of that for?

going to literal war with l'manburg over the mushroom house when it was fixed automatically (which could be argued that it was just an excuse, and was mostly dream just pissed his power was defied, but i'd say that's probably what it became after george dropped out of the lore, but not at first)

(and i know it was more of a miscommunication with irl dream and george, but the whole dethronement was big too) george's "just say you hate me"

and who can forget the whole marriage thing with fundy

(does that lore just not exist anymore orrr?? cause where'd it go? does part 2 just not matter now that the lore has been changed?)

but like how did they convince george to not only stop the wedding, but pretend to kiss dream behind the wall?

we also have that completely out of no where moment with dream and the flowers

why was he getting george flowers in the first place? and even after fundy found out, he still told niki he'd come back for more?? like huh?

i'm sure nowadays this is all chalked up to manipulation and just dream using george, but you gotta wonder, why?? george has never had any power, especially during the king arc, and eret's position is more of a figurehead anyway, so what was the point of all that in the first place?

[demonboyhalo]

Hi i was reading one of your posts and you mentioned you have some headcanons&theories for 5up you wanted to talk about? I would love to hear them since Ive been watching a ton of 5up recently and he is now my favorite streamer but also I dont see that many headcanons and stuff for him on tumblr that much if you still want to talk about it!

take some 5up with SMP peeps just for you <3

Fundy hyped up 5up's various talents to the point that his friends thought he had to be imaginary

Tubbo likes to braid flowers into his hair

He always has pastries on hand to give Ranboo, who forgets to eat while working

He has a monthly picnic date with Niki where they talk about recipes they're experimenting with

He has a lot of respect for Techno, as a fellow pink man known for slaughtering enemies with crazy intelligent plays and skill

Dream has received anonymous threats to never play with Fundy's emotions again

George was given a "lucky flower" as a house warming gift, but 5up never specified that it was bad luck that the flower brings

(He's more than a bit spiteful towards Dream and George because of the wedding)

[crystalirises]

i am completely in love with your harry potter au, got any more crumbs? maybe some young georgebur falling in love? maybe some george x revivebur reunion?

(2/2) oh also I have this hc that not only did wilbur trust george with the hufflepuff cup horcrux just like bellatrix, but that he also made george's wedding ring into the ring horcrux (yk the one that poisoned dumbledors hand? except this one wouldn't be cursed obviously) so george would always have a piece of his husbands soul with him wherever he goes :,( <3 this is way to romantic in my head considering the fact that you have to murder someone and literally split your soul in half to create a horcrux🤦

hello! So this might not be exactly what you wanted cause I kinda like...

You know when you want to write but you're like... nah, I'm tired?

Yeah I'm currently going through that XD. My second year in college is starting next week so I've been busy with enlistment of classes and stuff. I did do something about this (along with other stuff cause I couldn't help myself and someone else asked before if I could make like a second prompt for what happens to Fundy after he got obliviated).

So yeah, this is like ten parts of drabbles that take place in this AU. Sorry if this isn't what you wanted. I'm very sorry.

Fair warning, some parts are dark cause... Georgebur are the villains and well they win and this is a Harry Potter AU, y'all know the villain, y'all know what his agenda is.

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31985884/chapters/82666897

I. First Meeting

“You’re all bark, Mr. Soot.”

He stopped, one foot already at the top of the stairs. Wilbur threw a careless glance back.

And, oh, he was glad he looked back. There were many students within Slytherin, and he only recalled the most interesting ones. George Lore had always been very intriguing. “How so?”

“You’re charming, but I’ve seen your… skills. You’re not very sharp.”

Wilbur laughed, moving back down the stairs to where George waited. He’ll show him sharp.

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II. Expelled

“George Lore, the only man I will ever love, I believe this is where we part ways—”

“Wilbur, please keep your mouth shut and assist me with my luggage.” Of all the replies, Wilbur did not expect that. He glanced behind George where a bunch of suitcases waited eagerly to board the boat that would lead them back to the train station. Wilbur was stricken. When they’d expelled him for the murder of some… honestly, he wasn’t quite sure who he had murdered - some nobody mudblood, that was all… one, he had expected George to track him down just for the sake of lecturing him on his stupidity. Yet it seemed, that wasn’t the case. “Well, Wilbur? What do you say? Do we head home to your family’s manor or to mine? Either works for me.”

“Love, as much as I would love for you to stay at my home, what are you… huh?” George rolled his eyes, huffing before finally placing his bags on the boat, muttering on how useless Wilbur was and how he really was just charms and good looks. Not to be upstaged, Wilbur immediately took over, carrying George’s heavy bags onto the boat despite his confusion. He bit the bottom of his lip, watching as George stepped on board, sitting down as he waited for Wilbur to get his own bags into the boat. “Don’t tell me you’ve snuck out. Think of your grades, love, you care so—”

“I care more for you than some school who accepted those filthy mudbloods in the first place.”

Wilbur smiled, “And that’s why I love you. Whoever I killed, they had it coming.”

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III. Isolation

George was growing tired of the same dingy walls.

He never thought he’d end up in Azkaban, but fate tends to surprise you.

They trapped him in there, thinking that the dementors would drive him to the brink of madness.

He’d be damned if they were to devour his happiness. His husband was dead, and so was their son. There was no happiness in his mind, and he could not bring himself to hope. Hope meant food for those damned abominations. He’d keep his thoughts and his emotions kept under lock and key. He won’t let them take what was left of what he remembers of Wilbur and their child.

He refuses to lose them again. Not again.

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IV. Loss

He wasn’t an orphan, but now he felt like he was.

Fundy rushed out of the house, hands wet with sweat despite the cold and rainy weather of London. His bag dragged across the pavement, his shoes splashing against the murky puddles. He didn’t dare to turn back, he couldn’t. Dream and Sapnap would be devastated if they knew what he had done, but Fundy couldn’t stay and endanger his parents any longer. He loved them, they were the best parents a kid could ever ask for. But Sally and Jared Salmon would be better off thinking that they never had a son and that their lifelong dream was to move to the Netherlands. Fundy walked faster, scared that he’d turn back the longer he stayed near the house.

He could feel the tears gathering in his eyes, but Fundy knew he needed to be strong. Sapnap and Dream needed him to be strong. They’ve all lost too much. He won’t cry until the war is over.

Who knows? Maybe he’ll actually like living in the wizarding world.

He just wished it didn’t have to come with the cost of his parents forgetting he ever even existed.

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V. Wedding Ring

George found it to be quite amusing, honestly.

You would think that the Order would know better. Incompetent fools, all of them.

He admired the ring on his finger, a small smile on his face. When they’d dragged him away to Azkaban, they had given him the mercy of leaving the wedding ring that Wilbur had proposed to him with. It was hilarious, if only they had known that they had been looking at a horcrux.

His husband’s horcrux. He shook his head, gazing over at the man who stood at the head of the war table. A map of Hogwarts laid on the surface, his husband’s focused gaze nearly covered by his curly, dark chocolate brown hair. He’d join in on the brainstorming once Wilbur had gained a bit of a plan. While George did adore his husband… he was more the charms than the brains.

For now, he keeps a part of his love’s soul close to his heart.

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VI. Knitting Habits

He’s never held a knitting needle before in his life, but he can’t say that knitting wasn’t fun.

“I never thought I’d see the day. You’re getting old, love. Should I get you a rocking chair too?”

George threw a ball of yarn towards Wilbur, eliciting a laugh as it hit Wilbur directly on the face.

“Ever the humorist, Wil. It would be funny if it wasn’t coming from a man who literally came back from the dead and looks decayed.” He sighed, leaning against the wall of the alcove. Wilbur was still mulling over their plans, a crease in his forehead. “I’m making a scarf for our little son.”

Now here’s to hoping that Fundy would like it. George did do it with the colors of their family.

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VII. Home

He trembled, the effects of the spell washing over him like a pile of snow.

George was whispering into his ear, but Fundy couldn’t hear him over the sound of his own breathing. Dream was dead, Sapnap got hit by a crucio spell, and George was taking him back to be tortured all over again. He continued to shiver, tears pouring past his cheeks no matter how hard he tried to keep himself from crying. The world around them melted back into existence, but all he could feel was his heart beating loudly in his chest and the arms wrapped around him.

“Shh, shhh, you’re alright, sweetheart.”

His captor pulled him along, keeping an arm wrapped around his shoulders, squeezing him every now and then each time he tried to put a bit of distance between them. He was led inside a room, and from the way it looked, Fundy could tell it wasn’t an ordinary guest room. It felt too lived-in, too personal. George led him to sit on the edge of the bed, gently petting his messy and dirty hair.

“It’s alright, Fundy. You’re home with dads now.”

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VIII. Scarf

Fundy scowled, the scarf somehow tight against his neck despite it practically falling off.

He felt George adjust it back around him, fussing over him like he was a child and not some captive that they’ve been keeping locked inside their room. Fundy knew he wasn’t the tallest, his best friends already joke - well, they used to - about it, but George was just a foot taller and still he somehow felt even smaller. He huffed, moving away until his back was against the wall of the alcove. George didn’t make a move to follow him, simply sighing before turning back to Wilbur.

He buried his face against the scarf, trying to bring himself comfort.

If he tried hard enough, he could catch the faint scent of ash and black licorice. Sapnap had worn the scarf at some point during the battle since he thought it looked comfortable to wear. Fundy had given it to him since he didn’t know where it came from and it had been too big for him.

What he’d give to go back to that time, instead of clinging to the fading scent of his best friend.

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IX. Very Dark Blue Eyes

There was a stranger in his room.

Fundy nervously fiddled with the end of his scarf. His wand was still on the nightstand where he had left it, and the stranger was blocking his way. He’d barely seen anyone for the past few months aside from his dads, but he could already tell who the stranger was. The stranger was his age and had long black hair falling past his shoulders. Fundy knew he was a Halo immediately.

“Holy shit… Fundy! Finally, I’ve been scouting the fucking grounds for hours! This place has terrible security, well except for the wards but they were easy to break.” The stranger rambled on and on, each word striking Fundy with more confusion. He wasn’t sure why he was acting like they knew each other. Fundy had no friends - aside from his Uncle Tommy but Uncle Tommy was awkward around him - so he wouldn’t know the stranger, especially since they were a Halo of all things. The stranger moved closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “I missed you!”

“Who are you?” He moved away from the stranger’s hold, avoiding the stricken look that the stranger was giving him. Fundy scowled. Of all the times to leave his wand where he couldn’t reach it. “I know you’re one of those… Halos at least. Now, how did you get inside my room?!”

“Fundy…” Very dark blue eyes gazed at him, hurt dancing in their stare. “It’s me, Sapnap…”

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X. You’re a Wizard, Fundy

The letter came at some point during the night.

His mama had asked his papa if he’d enrolled Fundy in a faraway school by accident, but papa had said that he hadn’t. They were whispering about it during breakfast, throwing glances at him every so often as though they didn’t want him to hear. He pretended not to care, attention focused on his breakfast. Mama and papa weren’t arguing, but it almost felt like they were. He hoped that their conversation would be over soon, but it continued even after Fundy finished his breakfast. He left his plate on the table before walking out of the dining room and into the hall. Mama and papa didn’t seem to even notice that he had left. Now to find what was the problem.

He found the problem all too quickly, his scavenger hunt cut short by the fancy letter that had been left on top of a table in the hallway. Fundy held the letter in his hand, the paper coarser than most that he’d felt. He knew he shouldn’t be snooping, but his mama and papa never talked about something so incessantly, at least not something about him. He snuck back into his room, the letter clutched in his hand. Maybe he’d failed his entrance exam at the school his parents were enrolling him in? He pouted, but he’d studied so hard for it and it had been so easy for him!

Fundy didn’t know why his hands trembled as he tried to pull the letter open. Mama had folded it back to the way it had been, and he couldn’t really see the trace of ink at the back. A part of him wanted to hide it away, maybe then mama and papa would stop worrying about it. He didn’t know why, but a part of him felt like something was about to end the moment he opened the letter. He took a deep breath. He could handle long hours of studying, even though his mama and papa said it wasn’t healthy for him to stay up so late. He could handle what was inside the letter. With shaking hands, he opened it, scanning the life-changing words that were meant for him.

If he only knew what that letter meant at the time, then maybe he would have just burned it.

[dreamiguess]

Day 3: Wedding

Day 3 of @fundyfiles FWT week

apologies for length and formatting. Wrote this one in my phone's notes app, day 2 is locked in my computer and will hopefully posted soon.

On AO3: 

They don't get married in a church or a banquet hall, or even the chambers of a town clerk. They have no rings or ring bearers, no officiant nor witness. No friends to lead toasts, no father to say <em> I'm proud</em>

They get married in woods untouched by pain and it's enough, enough to have whispered promises kept secret by the wind.

Fundy wakes at the creaking of the west window. His pulse beats steady, from an easing of fear rather than gain. He doesn't open his eyes to see what his heart already knows. They can create an image from sound alone, the ring of iron an axe learned against the wall and a thud of a shield next to it. Arrows, too, but much softer, and the rustle of clothing removed and hitting the floor. There's a worrying lack of a bow. It can't have taken more than two minutes but it feels like eons, the beats between each approaching footstep a century. The ache is overpowered by the steady beat of safe, safe, safe.

Neither pretend he's asleep when Dream climbs into bed next to him. His skin is cold to the tough, and his hair is wet when he burries his head into Fundy's chest. No amount of time or care bathing in the river could erase the scent of blood from his clothes, though, wafting from the corner to his unnaturally sensitive nose. It was a kind gesture, though, even if it only saved his sheets and not his mind.

Tucked under Fundy's chin and curled into his warmth, his love begins to shake. It was a bad one, then. They all were, he supposed, just some worse than others. The clock had already started ticking before the next. It could wait, wait for him to run his hands over chilled skin and purr into blonde hair until they both could sleep or till the sun rose, however long it took.

Dream wakes up quickly. He has to, has perfected the art of keeping his eyes closed and breathing slow until the coast was clear, or at least until he could claim the element of surprise. This morning is kind. Gentle fingers trace across his back and somewhere in the distance, the hens and sheep begin to start their busy days. With his nose pressed to Fundy's collarbone, it's like home has flooded his senses and settled into his bones.

He leans back enough to look at Fundy for the first time in weeks, beyond the silhouettes of last night's moon. The sunrise through the east window lights his red hair aflame. A grin stretches across his face, sleepy and unhurried. Like they have all the time in the world.

"I'll pick m' stuff up," he slurs, voice still raspy from sleep. He nuzzles back into the pillow. "Too tired last night."

"That's not what matters," Fundy replies, bumping their foreheads. "You could take your weapons into bed and I wouldn't care, as long as you came back in the first place."

Dream smiles at that and cracks an eye open. The pillow makes his vision fuzzy, but it's enough eye contact to get his message across.

"You'd mind."

"Okay, maybe. But still not the point." Fundy leverages the hand at his back to pull him closer, tucking his chin over dream's head in an image of the night before. Silence settles over them. It's a conversation they've had before, more or less. A tennis match of "you don't have to wait for me" and "I wouldn't know how not to," of "I'm sorry" and "for what?". Of Dream not deserving this love and Fundy giving it willingly. It always ends the same so they don't bother to have it out loud, and Dream have never been strong enough a man to do the right thing and leave.

"Breakfast?" He offers into Fundy's throat. It's been a while since he's gotten to cook for his partner. It's been a while since he's cooked for himself for that matter, besides smoking meats along the trail.

"Marry me?" Fundy responds. Dream laughs at that and finally rolls over, planting his feet on the ground and pulling his torso over his legs.

"No, I mean it." Dream freezes. Turns back towards Fundy to find him sitting on his heels and eyes wild. He waits but Dream can't find any words, and until he apparently can't wait any longer. The bed shifts when he scampers off the edge and circles around to kneel between dream's legs.

"Marry me." Fundy cradles his hands, runs the pads of his fingers over every scar and callous. He holds them like their something precious, not something worn and stained red. His eyes broadcast every emotion hiding within, and they hurt to look at. Dream looks at their hands instead and takes a shaky breath.

"I can't promise to be something permanent."

"You don't have to." Fundy wipes below his eye. He hadn't realized he was crying.

"You just have to promise to be mine."

They get married in the tradition of the Old Gods. It's only right for Dream to, and it's not like Fundy has any love for Prime anymore. They spend the week scavenging and waiting for the full moon. With only suspicions to rise and no coin to spend, they make the best of it they can. He picks daisies and black eyed susans and forget me nots, the flowers that grow wild in lieu of florists, and Dream dyes bow string in green and brown. They don't own enough white between them to look anything near proper, but Fundy puts on his only dress shirt and weaves a crown of clover flowers.

Dream shakes his head when he sees it, but ducks his head for Fundy to adorn him and kisses his cheek in a silent thank you. It's important, whether Dream makes a fuss or not, and it's the only white for a man who's been forced into forest colors for years.

They sneak to a clearing when the day arrives, hand in hand and giggling like children. Even though the trees provide ample privacy they don't dare to light a full circle of candles or leave a mark that could be traced. Four are enough to light them, and their flowers will fade soon enough.

Fundy's fingers feel clumsy wrapping the cord around his wrist, but his embarrassment turns to laughter as they figure out how to pull ends through loops for each other with their nondominant hands, a task clearly meant for a third party.

They have no high priestess to lead their ceremony, so Dream whispers the words instead. His voice is steady until the end, finally cracking as he finishes their vow.

"For as long as our love may last, so may it be."

"For as long as our love may last," he repeats, "so may it be." It's a bittersweet promise. Even now when his heart could not be more full, there's a reminder of their inevitable end. The modern script would have fit them better perhaps: till death do us part.

With a gentle tug their hands are free and their ropes are left in a neat knot. Dream pushes it into his hand and seals his first with his long fingers. And then he leans in, for a ritual Fundy knows the words to as well, kisses him desperately until they can't breathe.

Soon they'll blow out the candles and sweep their flowers out of place. Soon the horns will announce the next hunt, and dream's ichor will stain the forest floor instead of cheap wax. Soon.

[bialy-lis]

What a beautiful wedding! (part 2)

Based on AU by @alwerakoo​

Part 1 is HERE

Tommy and Tubbo fell asleep before the wedding was over, just after Sapnap knocked over the table with the leftover cake, but before Quackity was dancing half-naked on the table. Fundy was a little jealous of them. Not only because some things he would prefer never to see himself. They looked so calm, Tubbo curled up in a chair, knees pulled high up to his chin, and Tommy, clinging to him like a little koala in a tree, his limbs hugging him all the way, because he didn't like physical connection at all and he definitely wasn't the clingy one. Eret tried cover them with a cloak so they don't get cold. Tommy woke up just in time to tell him to fuck off, but he could have picked up the idea because he took off his jacket and threw it over his friend's shoulders before hiding his face in his arm again.

Fundy really didn't want to be jealous. He didn't want to look at the two kids with the bitter feeling that that he should be one of them. That he should be sitting next to Wilbur and fighting the sleepiness just to finally fall asleep with his head on his father's shoulder. He didn't want to sit at the table in the center of the room and not swallow anything through his constricted throat. And he certainly didn't want to feel so overwhelmingly alone while being surrounded by friends.

He knew he was doing the right thing, that he was doing it for them, to keep them safe and give them freedom, but he couldn't suppress the bitter thought that they're having a little too much fun. The more alcohol appeared on the tables, the louder the party became, the better moods of the guests were, the more laughter there was, blurring the barriers between friends and enemies. Fundy knew it was what he wanted, it was what he was striving for, but amid all the joy he felt cruelly abandoned. Peace came and everyone tried to forget about the war and its victims. They tried to forget about him.

The sky starts to glow when he slip out of the gate to breathe some fresh air. His throat was dry and the pain in his chest did not cease to increase, but he tried his best to relax a little. His muscles were so tight that he could hardly restrain himself from sitting on the ground and curling up as hard as possible, collapsing into himself so deeply that no one could reach him. Maybe then he would feel a little safer.

He jumped when someone suddenly touched his shoulder, but he quickly breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar face.

"Hey", he muttered softly as Wilbur leaned his back against the wall next to him.

They haven't spoken a word with each other in two days. As soon as Wilbur had finished arguing, when his anger and frustration had drained from him, when he finally stopped screaming - he just fell silent. He did not comment on the preparations for the ceremony, Eret's choice as the master of ceremony, and when asked which suit to choose. When Fundy returns home on the eve of the wedding, smeared with flour and frosting after he and Niki had decorated a cake for several hours, and just rushed into his arms, crying with helplessness and mounting fear, Wilbur stroked his hair silently until the sobs turned into a soft, wheezing breath. But he didn't said a word.

That's why Fundy was genuinely surprised when he suddenly heard:

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

He wanted to laugh, very, very loudly, because no, he didn't want it in the slightest, and he guess everyone knew it, but he just bit his lip. Wilbur had no bad intentions. Sometimes he just had trouble accepting reality and needed someone to do it for him. He needed to hear a confirmation from which he could build the illusion that his son was safe and happy and knew what he was doing. Like when Fundy tried the uniform for the first time, and the sleeves were far too long for him. Wilbur tucked them up, pressed his son's hands tightly for a moment and looking deeply in his eyes he asked: "Are you sure you want this?".  

Fundy wanted. He wanted to be a solder, he wanted to fight, he wanted to be like my dad, singing the anthem of their new country, proud and invincible. In hindsight, he know that he really had no choice. Whether he wanted it or not, he was part of the war even before they found shoos in his size. But then he replied "Yes" and Wilbur smiled and called him brave and "his little champion" and he looked as if he was feeling better shifting a part of responsibility to his son.

So Fundy always said "Yes."

Sometimes honestly, like then, in the evening by the fireplace. He could have been six, maybe seven. Wilbur helped him braid the braids before going to sleep. He remembered he didn't like it terribly.

"I want to be a boy," he said, and his father's hands stopped for a moment.

"Is is because I don't let you use the sword? You know it's not because you're a girl, you're just too young to..."

Fundy shook his head.

"It's not about the sword."

The next thing he remembered was excitement and anticipation. He stood on a stool in the bathroom in front of the mirror while Wilbur ran his fingers through his long hair.

"Are you sure you want this?", he made sure.

Fundy wanted to and after a few seconds the first locks of red hair fell to the floor. He smiled broadly at his reflection, completely new and strangely familiar. The boy in the mirror answered the same, and then Wilbur was smiling as well. He playfully ruffled his son's new hairstyle and leaned in to rest his chin on his shoulder.

"Hi Fundy", he said in a soft, warm voice. "Very nice to meet you."

It was a good "Yes", wanted and the anticipated, which left no weight behind, only fill a void.

But there were others, much, much less pleasant.

"Are you sure you want to come with us?"

Tommy and Tubbo stood nect to him, both younger, with ash-dirty faces. Nobody asked if they were ready for it. Nobody gave them a chance to withdraw and stay in a safe house. Fundy couldn't refuse, seeing the guns in their hands and the long sleeves rolled up even more than his own.

"Are you sure you can do it?"

The shield was heavy and Fundy had trouble lifting it at first. Hours later he held it high overhead as arrows fell on them from all sides.

"Are you sure you still want to fight?"

The noise of bombs and Eret's words were still in his ears, and he didn't even hear his own answer. He didn't have to.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" Wilbur asked, and Fundy felt a familiar weight on his shoulders.

"That's what I have to do", he answer, because these words are the closest to "Yes" that passed through his throat.

It's hard to say whether Wilbur had any answer to that. Before Fundy turned to look at him, another figure appeared in the gate, less friendly this time.

"Heeeeeey!" Dream spread his arms, stumbling toward them. He wasn't drunk, but definitely a bit tipsy. "There is my groom! I missed you!"

Fundy grimaced as he pressed his shoulders tighter to his sides, focusing his will on not pulling away. A moment later he was very regretted not obeying his instincts when Dream suddenly bent down, grabbed him tightly by the half, and slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. As if he weighs nothing. As if he was his property. Fundy had never felt so humiliated in his life.

He hid his face in hands and shook his head as Dream carried him back into the palace. He hoped Wilbur would understand and wouldn't try to intervene or start a row.

It hurt when my father really said nothing. It hurt like hell and was going to hurt a long time.

There's a limited number of weight that a person can handle before they finally break. Funny, he was sure the moment had come for him.

He wondered how long Wilbur himself would last. Especialy now, when he was left alone. 

[dreamygeorgenap-archive]

Thoughts on Fundy and Dream’s upcoming wedding.

I think they’re a cute couple. I love Fundy’s commitment to the bit, the other half of the relationship could never. The coding in the date video was amazing and I can’t wait to see what Fundy comes up with for the wedding!

But let’s just be real here, Fundy. Deserves. Better.

1) Dream will never love Fundy the way he loves George. It really seems like George was taken - no pun intended - so Dream went to the next available pretty boy with a cute accent.

2) As mentioned already, Dream’s non-commitment to the bit - he forgets he’s engaged to Fundy every day. And whenever they’re around each other - other then the date video - neither of them act like an engaged couple or even like their in a relationship. They don’t even have any scenes alone and barely talk, the only stream I remember them talking or acknowledging that they are engaged was the Dreamon stream, and admittedly that was a great stream. But imagine the tension scenes if they had played up to it during the war!

3) The only reason Dream said yes to Fundy’s proposal was because Sapnap was engaged and George was married. See my evidence:

Fundy. Deserves. Better.

[maybe-its-micheal]

George is laying in silence, his blank eyes hiding behind his clasic white glasses. Though they look they fail to see the dark night sky, and his ears are deaf to the patter of rain all around him. He can feel that his clothes are caked in fresh mud, but he doesn't get up off the ground. He lays there, glossy eyes staring at nothing and expression unreadable. He is motionless.

Footsteps approach him, but he ignores them. If his mind weren't already full he may wonder whether the creature creating the racket were a zombie or a creeper, but he let's the thought hang there, refusing to explore it. As they draw closer, however, they become clearer, and the distinct clang of netherite boots tell him its something far worse than the monsters that crawl through the SMP at night.

"Hello Dream," he says in a low, tired voice. God, he felt so nauseous.

"George! There you are, I've been looking for like an hour. What are you doing out here?"

He doesn't respond right away; he can't bring himself to say it. Not yet. And so when he does speak his words are false and dismissive, and he forgets them as soon as they leave his tongue.

"Oh, ok. Well you shouldn't be out this late with no armor. Do you want my chest plate?"

"No."

Dream could sense a problem, but wasn't sure he wanted to address it- it'd been a long day. He couldn't do it properly so late at night, anyway, he reasoned. "What, are you gonna join L'manburg next?" He asked with a small laugh, hoping if he distracted George with humor everything would be fine. "Here, I can give you some sticks to run around with while you're waiting for your drugs to finish cooking."

George's face was still, and his lips were silent. Dream waited for a response- a laugh, anything- but it never came. The only movement was the subtle rise and fall of his chest between breaths.

"Look George-" he said, sounding exasperated but quickly fixing his tone. "Just tell me whats wrong."

George's lips curled slightly as he sat up. Tell you what's wrong? How can you be serious? Look around. He took a deep breath to still his thoughts and turned his eyes to Dream. "Forget it. How was the wedding?"

"Oh, is that what this is about?" Dream asked tenderly, kneeling down to sit next to him. "Fundy means nothing to me, I still love you. It's just that if L'manburg-"

"L'manburg! L'manburg! L'manburg!" George snapped. "It's all politics now. Tommy this, Tubbo that, your stupid obsidian walls. I'm sick of... I'm..." Just as quickly as it took over the passion left, and he was weak and tired again. His shoulders slumped and he looked away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't yell." His muscles were sore, and his head was pounding.

Dream frowned, and then offered a sad smile as he placed a warm hand to George's cheek. "Its ok, George. Its been stressful lately, I feel it too."

His throat closed up, his lungs felt empty, and his head was hot with fever.

"But with Tommy gone we'll have nothing to worry about soon. Things will be like they used to, I promise."

George felt so sick he could die. Disgust contorted his face, and he pulled away from Dream's hand. "You..." he forced out, hardly able to speak. "You don't get it."

Dream got closer to him, putting his hand back in place. "Then tell me. I want to listen to you, I love you."

George accepted his touch this time, or maybe he just didn't have the energy to pull away again. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate, as if that would make his hands stop shaking. "I just-"

George took in a steadying breath. "I'm fine. Its just been a long day." His head felt as if it were full of cotton, and he couldn't seem to keep himself balanced properly. "I just want to go to bed." I just can't be around you right now, you're making it worse.

"Of course!" Dream said, standing up. He took George's hand and helped him to his feet. Before they turned to walk back Dream kissed George's lips- gently and quick.

George pulled away, and freed his hand from the other man's grasp. He felt as if a massive magnet were pulling him back to the ground, and the edges of his vision had gone black. Dream had already started walking, but turned around to face him. "Are you ok?" He asked, but the words were so far away. George felt disgusting- he looked down at his muddy clothes, and felt his rain-soaked hair sticking to his glasses. The filth clinging to his body was nothing, though. Not compared to what was inside. He felt vile- he was repulsive. He was a monster.

Dream walked back over to him, calling his name. He put his hands on his shoulders, afraid he may fall over. "George, look at me." He placed a careful hand under the other man's chin, tilting it up. "I'm going to take you to lie down, and I'll get you some healing pots. Youre going to be ok." And then with concern in his heart he moved to pick George up, ready to cary him all the way back.

"No..." George used his remaining strength to fight back, as his emotions swirled around inside him like a storm. "No! You look at me!" He shouted. "Look what you turned me into! Tommy got exiled because of my house, I ruined the L'mantree, you just-" his voice broke. He took off his glasses and looked Dream in the eyes. "You just kissed me. And you got married today. You're- you're a monster. And so am I..."

Dream took a step back. M... monster? He could see how hurt George was; and as he realized that the pain was all his fault he knew it was true.

"No..." he said more to himself than to George. He didnt want to be responsible for all this pain- he didnt want to have blood on his hands, but no matter how hard he tried he knew it would never wash out. "I didn't mean... I never wanted this to happen! I dont want to hurt you, I love you!"

"Stop! Stop saying that! You don't, you- look what you've done! You've made life a living Hell for everyone on this server, and- and then you come and stand next to me. You've made me your accomplice. Im just as responsible, I-"

Their eyes met. George started to sob. "I can't... I can't keep living like this. You tell me you love me, we kiss, and laugh, but... we're monsters. You take, and kill, and... and I let it all happen. Is this what you wanted? To make me a monster?"

"I only want... to be with you. To love you, George."

"Dont lie to me. You ruined me. Im just as broken as everything else you touch... you hate this server and everyone on it. How else could you do this to us?"

Dream was silent, guilt tearing him apart from the inside. How could he let this happen? No... how could he make this happen?

"Say it. Say that you hate me."

And though he couldn't get his lips to move, his throat to open, or his voice to come he knew it had to be true. To hurt him so bad... he knew he must hate him.

[perriwinklesblog]

So I never really was a fan of the Dreamon subplot, but if it's the only way to have a c!Dream redemption arc then I guess I'm here for it. What if Dream was possessed by a dreamon when Schallt gave him that book? What if the book also shows how to get rid of dreamons for good and that's why evil!c!Dream says it would "put him in danger" if people knew what was in it? Idk I just want Morally Gray c!Dream back lol.

Here’s where I make a confession. 

The very first stream I watched of the Dream SMP was by accident. I had actively avoided Dream SMP because I didn’t know what it was. So I used to put Tubbo building on the offlineTV server on in the background because it was chill. Then one day, I had him on not realising he was on the Dream SMP. He was going on about a meeting. Then suddenly Tommy is yelling at Dream about something called Spirit. Then Dream is yelling back about exiling Tommy. That was my first stream. 

SO FOR THE LONGEST TIME I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT A DREAMON WAS. 

I had to read the wiki to catch me up on everything. 

Now I know. 

But I wasn’t there to experience it first hand. 

(As a side, I have seen clips and highlights and stuff of the important events, lol.)

Anyway, back to the questions...

I don’t think it’s Dreamon Dream. Mainly because that would make the whole Fundy x Dream ship canon and in return, Dream and George would then be canon because of what happened at the wedding and they’ve already said no to that. I think it’d be very hard to do the Dreamon story line. 

Even if they said, “Well the Dreamon never left him when Fundy reminded him of the proposal because thats not canon.” It just doesn’t work. It just would become unnecessarily complicated. 

I also don’t think it vibes with the story they’re currently setting. I mean i could be wrong. I’ve been wrong so many times. So so so many times. They’re very good at making us look one direction and going the other. 

It could be another entity, they might be going for possession arcs but just not under the guise of Dreamons. That could work, adding a new thing in. 

I’m not sure we’ll ever get a morally grey dream until he’s killed. I think taking away a life might be like a realisation of his vulnerability etc, and have him slowly make changes to himself. That or when he’s down to one life.

The book is interesting. I have no clue what it could be. I keep forgetting about the book and I think that’s the most dangerous thing about it. It’s so forgettable even though it’s powerful. All our theories and ideas never include the book. We keep forgetting about it. 

BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT WOULD BE IN IT. 

I wanna be like ooo voodoo but I dunno, I feel like it’s server ending information. How everyone could end the server. 

Or it’s about people’s weaknesses. Like Batman’s thing for all the other superheroes. Ways in which to break people down. Dirt on people. Things to blackmail people with. 

I JUST DON’T KNOW. 

This was way longer than intended. And I don’t think I answered the questions. I really need to stop rambling. 

[emmyjoi]

Okay let me say this

About the whole dream and fundy situation on how fundy deserves better

Let me talk about tommy getting manipulated by dream the whole time he’s with tommy in these past streams

Now don’t get me wrong dream don’t some shitty stuff to fundy

Which is - running away at the wedding and Cheating on Fundy with George

The wedding

If I was in that situation, it would be overwhelming. Like techno shooting tubbo with fireworks i would immediately think of the first solution that comes to mine, getting away from the prying eyes of your friends staring you down with disbelief, of course he should and could of stayed but also remember one of his best friends kissed him at his own wedding. What would the first thing that would come to mind, would it be to kiss back? Would it be push the person away? Would it be shouting at your best friend? In my honest opinion what I’d do is be shell shocked that his best friend is actually doing this, at his own wedding .Dream would be shocked that his old feelings were being remembered, remember that George and dream flirt constantly, but it kinda stopped when fundy proposed to dream.

Now I’m not giving a petty excuse for my idol, instead I’m talking about the wedding. Now on the smp both sides of the party done differently. Dream ignored him and was about to go find George to give him flowers. Fundy done another dick move by making an iron door house for dream with no escape when at their date dream told fundy his fear of them and then the hitlist, fundy quackity and tubbo want to kill dream and techno, which I would find fine at first until you realise fundy gave the book to tubbo, he wrote the book. He’s using Dreams trust while dream is betraying fundy s. Don’t say fundy deserves better. Say they both deserve better or they need to work it out.

Not with the manipulation.

Tommy got exiled as we all know unless your not caught up. Who brought him? Dream , who never brought him? Tubbo. Tubbo should of took his ex Vice President to the exile place since he’s the president exiling tommy, dream gave tubbo the choice, the choice of exiling or building walls after being threatened.

Who decides to visit tommy while exiled? Dream. And who decides to stay with him? Wilbur. And in his latest stream tommy literally makes dream a tent to stay in because of how many times he visits tommy. Now you can say it’s to check up on him. But do you really think checking up on him his a 1 and a half + stream? No. I think checking up on someone is honestly popping in doing something small then pop back out. But we saw how much dream actually does to spend time with tommy .

He got a trident to go visit tommy, he literally says that, he trusts tommy with the trident, letting him use both to have fun AFTER his disaster pjs beach party that no one showed up to other than dream. Dream thought people were there and was late thinking tommy wouldn’t care on seeing him. But he shows up to see tommy by himself, and he’s actually confused and worried when Tommy destroys the cake in anger. Tubbo got a voice message while everyone else got invites. Shouldn’t at least one got there just to pop in for thirty?

Now I know dreams a dipshit in some cases I’m not making excuses as I said. The past few streams he made sure tommy never went through that portal and is destroying Tommy’s hard work in armour and weapons. But he lets him keep both. He asks tommy if he wants to go visit the Christmas tree, he makes sure tommy thinks about throwing tubbos compass in the lava, making him sleep on it. He actually makes sure he forgets about what’s happened by making fun memories to fill that in. Don’t get me wrong dreams a dick, but he’s good at taking care of his friends when needed.

[houseoffundies]

Do you have what it takes to become an MRS to Lawson Bates?

The post is not about when Lawson will enter courtship -marriage; this is more about how astrology affects Lawson.  Shout out to @duggardata, who provides excellent stats. 

Before you say yes, that you could be the next Mrs. Lawson Bates you might want to hold off on putting your hand up.

We know that Lawson is a Leo and if you are or are not familiar with Leos, it's clear that they have outgoing personalities and can come of egotistical.  But this is more than just the sun sign, and I will dive into a couple of elements that will explain Lawson's behavior and who could be his MRS. 

Lawson was born on July 27, 1992, and has the sun sign Leo.  Leos are one of the most loyal, affection person you have ever met.  They have a personality that can bring people in or keep them at bay no matter what, you will not forget them.  They will fight for the underdog and praise that it could not have been done without their help. It's okay they're hearts are in the right place.   

But if we dig a little deeper into Lawson's astrology chart, we will see the Leo sign appears three times Mercury and Venus.  For this post, we will focus on Venus.  Your Venus sign explains your love style, not your love language.   

Did you catch this message above?  That's the motto for Venus in Leo, but did you notice what was missing?  They are everyone's type, but my darling, they did not confirm you were theirs.  I will be honest here; you are dealing with a strong Leo, so only the strong candidates should apply for his MRS.  

You see, Lawson is your grandeur, over-the-top gestures, the bigger, the bolder type guy. That stuff you saw with Evan was nothing.  Lawson will woo the crap out of you, and his girl will need to express the same way.   Hey, Stewarts, meet your actual competition at the next Bates, "I love you day" or "KKUWF Wedding Battle 2.0." 

With the wooing, this strong that Kelly would have tears of joy.  Just remember he’s not the only wooing you must match it.  If Lawson was in the lab his dream girl would have a spoonful of Trophy, a dash of Stepford salt, a pinch of the Top Influence and with a finishing top of Ms. America smile. 

  You want to be Lawson's girl, then you need to have the following: 

Unwavering loyalty towards him

You MUST take care of your looks at all times.  Remember, you're on his arm.  Fundie Trophy Wife, does that exists?

Spotlight is all his, and you will grin and excepted just like a Stepford Wife and love it. 

That's a high order, and people think that he's going to be with Jana.  This is the main reason why Jana and Lawson will never be. Ask yourself if you see Jana being the Stepford Wife + Trophy Wife + Influencer with a Ms. America smile? No, you don't.  She would hate it. 

In closing Venus in Leos may seem vain to you, but to the Venus, in Leo, it's not, see they're visual, and that's how they react.  So what should one do if they want him to put a ring on it? 

1)  Take care of your appearance.  From your hair to your skin to your breath, to what you wear.  It's important to him that the girl on his arm represents and without complaining about it.   2)  Do not embarrass him in public but if you make a scene in front of an audience, please take a bow and exit stage left; the relationship is now over. 3) Give me an L- A, you guess it.  You are his cheerleader, so if you can not praise him all day and it doesn't come off with sincere, this guy is not for you.   4) You are official number two.  Do not overstep and take the attention of him away.  He wants the spotlight in all situations. 

I do wish you luck.  This blog cannot promise a ring, but if you do get the ring.  Please rock a Stepford Wife outfit, so I can smile. 

[whatthefundie]

Romanticism of Fundamental Christian Gender Roles

This has been whirling around in my brain for a long time now, and I’d like to try and get it out there and see what other people think.  THIS IS LONG. SORRY. But also this is the kind of thing I want to do on this blog - I’ve been thinking about whatI actually want to do with this blog.  Please question me on any parts you think are incorrect!  I want to open up a debate.

I’ve been thinking a lot about why shows featuring the Duggars, Bates, and similar families are so popular and why people are so drawn to the ‘all american family values’ type thing.  I think that’s why I got so drawn in in the first place.  It seems reminiscent of a time gone by, or a high standard that most can’t live up to in modern western life.  

I was watching a YouTube video about the new adaptation of Anne of Green Gables (Anne with an E?), and people were complaining that it is too dark in comparison to earlier adaptations and the original book, yet the key themes in the new adaption were always there in the book, but where most had read it as a child, they had not picked up on the darker tones of the story.  Many romanticise the past - in period dramas etc, we are presented with an idilic view of the past - the outfits, the grand houses, the high class social events - and we forget the more sinister aspects that went along with the elegant lifetsyles of the upper classes.  This is a phenomenon called ‘mean world syndrome’ (coined by George Gerbner) - we only see the pretty parts of the past, and in our current world we are constantly able to access news of disastrous things that are happening, especially in an age of social media and smartphones.

How and why is this relevant to Fundamentalist Christianity in popular media?  Also, I’d like to note here that this is not specific to shows like Counting On & Bringing Up Bates, but is present in most forms of reality TV, but when that is tangled up with religion it becomes more prominent in consumer response.  

We watch the Duggar and Bates children go from children to being married - being a young adult doesn’t really exist in their world.  Sure, we can recognise that Jana is at a different stage of life than Josie, but until they are married they are thrown into the category of ‘Duggar children’ - yes Jana takes on more of a supervisory role over the younger kids, but she is still presented to us a kid - owned by her parents and unable to break away independently (as far as we know - I know there have been some theories about her living outside the main compound).  Fundie children are just numbers until they’re married off to the most eligible bachelor, of course decided by their father.  It’s easy to romanticise: the parent picks out the perfect match for you, and you live happily ever after - yet this is not how it always works out - look at Josh and Anna.

There are plenty of blogs on the internet about being a godly daughter, and often dressed up in pretty feminine imagery, the reality of it is not something to be wishing for.  First of all, you have to be from a very privileged for this to even be an option for your family.  People in this situation are often from big families, who are supporting their kids until (if at all) they get married.  Regardless of religion, most people can’t afford to sustain a house of adults until they find ‘the one’.  At lovely as it might be live at home, until you are carried into your newlywed home by the husband of your dreams, the chances of that happening are very slim.

I also want to talk about how this way of life strictly enforces gender stereotypes.  This is a pretty obvious one, and we talk about it a lot, but I feel it’s relevant.  Boys are able to get jobs and have some independence.  Girls are trained in how to keep a home, and will wait around to be swept for their feet.  Boys are not allowed to be creative or emotionally open.  Boys are boys and they like mud and sports.  They flip houses and financially support the women in their lives.  They lead, girls follows.  As if this isn’t already bad enough, if any Quiverfull child is LGBT+, life is not going to be easy for them.

The model that the Duggars & Bates present to us on their show may seem to be a good way to live, but it is very restrictive.  Everyone needs to be cis gendered and hetrosexual, otherwise the whole community explodes into outrage, as their ‘perfect’ lifestyle is ‘threatened’ by a person wanting to fall in love with whoever they naturally do.  

It is easy to watch fundie reality shows and think about how simple life must be - I can definitely hold my hands up to that.  I worked my arse off to get my degree, I work an okay job, and rent a tiny apartment.  A life where I could just waltz through from one ‘season of life’ to the next seems appealing at a glance.

It’s worth remembering, how far we’ve come as a society.  If you want to be a housewife and can, that’s amazing.  But when there’s no choice, it’s problematic. 

I struggled for a while when I first started this blog.  I spent a lot of time reading and watching the Duggars and other fundie blogs that, even though I’m not religious, I felt shame in just being the person I am.  I started to feel there were things I shouldn’t do, because that’s ‘not how girls behave’.  I dread to think how this might affect religious people, because I don’t think the way fundies behave is the only way to be godly.  I definitely wouldn’t call them modest.

It’s fun to follow the lives of fundies - the process from courtship to marriage, life as newly weds, raising a family - but I feel I need to be more cautious.  I sometimes feel I am too light on this blog.  I don’t ever want to be seen as a ‘fan’ blog, and when people come across this blog, I want to use this platform to make  counterpoint to all the pretty pinteresty fundie girls.  Their way of life is fine, but never feel like you’re not as pure/godly/generally good because you don’t see yourself represented by them.