#quackity has two hands nation this is for you

[kkoct-ik]

they were predicted

[kingsleywrites]

You Can't Just Get Rid Of Them!

Tommyinnit x male reader (can be seen as romantic or platonic) Also possibly Tubbo x male reader (can also be seen as platonic or romantic)

CW: swearing

Angst to (slight) fluff

This takes place right as and after Jschlatt banishes Wilbur and Tommy after the L'manburg election.

M/N will be used (meaning male name)

H/N: Horse's name

"I REVOKE, WILBUR SOOT AND TOMMYINNIT'S CITIZENSHIP!" Schlatt's voice boomed and everyone began to panic with a few people punching and shoving Wilbur and Tommy away. M/N stood there, his body slightly shaking. 'This can't be real, no, Schlatt didn't, he wouldn't.' these thoughts ran rapidly in M/N's mind. He looked over at Tommy and Wilbur their faces looked completely devastated and confused. M/N clenched his fists and ran up and onto the podium where Schlatt and his subordinates were. "JSCHLATT!" M/N yelled, he was held back by Quackity. "You-You can't do that! Wilbur founded L'manburg! And Tommy is his right hand! You can't just get rid of them!"

"Last I checked, M/N, I am the president. Sorry emperor." Schlatt said getting closer to him. "No, no you're just a tyrant, hell bent on destroying this nation! We have fought too long and too hard for you to just throw it all away!" M/N pulled away from Quackity, getting even closer to Schaltt. They stared each other down for a few moments before Jschlatt spoke, turning around to face the crowd. "I suggest you hold your tongue or else you'll be joining them. Now get him out of my sight." Quackity grabbed M/N and threw him off of the podium. It wasn't enough for him to die but he sure as hell took a lot of damage. He could hear Wilbur yelling for Tommy to run, M/N wanted to run with them too but he couldn't as much as he hated Jschaltt he had to be here, for his country, his nation, he wouldn't leave L'manburg, not while Jschlatt was in rule, someone had to keep him from doing something stupid. 'Don't worry Wilbur, Tommy, I will find you guys and I will bring you home.'

Later that night

M/n sat on his bed with a bow in hand and a target across the room. He had already screamed and cried that night but he still had some pent up rage, so he was shooting arrows at a target, pretending it was Jschaltt's head. His door opened and he drew his bow, almost shooting it before he saw who it was. "Tubbo! You scared me." M/N lowered the bow, letting his arms relax. M/N could tell how tense Tubbo looked, the male was looking down at his shoes and fiddling with his fingers, M/N let out a sigh. "If it has something to do with Schlatt just tell me so we can get it over with."

"Schlatt wants to speak to you..." Tubbo's voice was soft and calm, probably trying to avoid M/N's outburst.

"HE-" M/N began to yell but stopped himself taking a deep breath and holding his head in his hands, slouching over. "Fine, Where is he?" M/N stood up.

"Follow me." The two walked out of M/N's house and onto the wooden path.

"Tubbo, if this is a trap, just remember that I will kill you."

"It isn't, I swear! He just told me to get you so you two could talk."

The two continued walking up until they reached a big building, they walked inside and began to climb the mountain of stairs, neither of them saying a word. When they get up to the top Tubbo opens up two big wooden doors and they walk inside. "Ah, M/N your here, welcome, welcome." Schlatt motions for Tubbo to go to him, which he abides by, standing beside Schlatt's desk. "What do you want Schlatt?" M/N says, shooting a glare at the man. "No need to be so hostile, I just want to ask you if you're enjoying Manburg."

"L'manburg." M/N puts emphasis on the L.

"Not anymore, you see this great country doesn't take L's, which seemed to be a reoccurring theme with the last President."

"We won our independence away from the SMP you were not there Schlatt you have no right to-" Jschlatt cut him off.

"You lost the war, the only reason why you even have independence in the first place is because Tommy played the hero and gave his dics to Dream."

Schlatt put his arms up and he had a crooked smile on his face. "But that's besides the point." He walked over to M/N, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"M/N you are an amazing fighter, you have the drive that this country needs in its army."

M/N tensed up and somehow he knew exactly what Schlatt wanted.

"I wanted to ask you to be my commanding officer, you will command Manburg's troops as we expand this great country!"

"Work under you? Ha! You're insane if you think I'll command your army." M/N pushed Schlatts hand off of his shoulder and took a step back from the male.

Jschlatt ran his finger through his hair and sighed. "It's fine, sometimes we all need a little bit of motivation." He snapped his fingers and Quackity walked up behind M/N, using one of his hands to grab onto M/N arm and twist it behind him, while his other hand gripped the back of his neck, pushing on two nerves so he wouldn't try and jerk away.

Jschlatt pulled a netherite axe from his inventory and threw it to George who caught it, grabbing Tubbo by the back of his hair and holding the axe to his throat.

"Tubbo!" M/N yelled and tried to run to him but Quackity pushed on the nerves more making his whole body ache and his eyes water.

"So, M/N! You have two options, You can do as I say, and nothing will happen to Tubbo, OR, you can not do as I say and then not only will you be missing Tommy, but you'll have to explain how you got poor Tubbo killed. So what'll it be." Schlatts smile grew and the tension in the air was thick.

M/N stood there dumbfounded. "You wouldn't.." He mumbled, his eyes narrowing. Tubbo took in a sharp breath as he felt the cold axe press against his throat, drawing a small amount of blood. M/N eyes shot over when he heard Tubbo and for a moment the whole world slowed down as he watched the blood drip farther down.

"Tick Tock, M/N I don't have all night, say, how long do you think it takes for someone to bleed out from the neck, a couple of minutes maybe?" Jschlatt taunted M/N. George's grip on the axe tightened and he went to put more pressure on Tubbo's neck before M/N's voice broke the silence.

"Don't! Just stop! I'll do it! Just don't hurt him!" M/N eyes watered as he looked between Tubbo's scared expression and Schlatt's crazed one. Jschlatt snapped his fingers and George took the axe away from Tubbo's neck and pushed him on the ground. Tubbo let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Quackity let go of M/N and he fell to his knees before getting up and running over to Tubbo giving him a bear hug. M/N let go and began to inspect Tubbo's face "Oh my god, are you okay, let me see the cut." He lifted up his head only to see that it had stopped bleeding. "M/N, I'm fine." Tubbo's voice was once again calm. M/N helped him up and hugged him again, Schlatt's voice breaking the comfortable silence between the two. "So, M/N I'll see you tomorrow." His voice was still in a mocking tone. "Yeah, sure, whatever makes you happy." M/N said with as much venom as he could muster in his voice.

"Come on Tubbo, let's go." Despite Tubbo needing no assistance to walk, he kept an arm around the boy, looking back at the three as they left the room. The door closed leaving the room in complete silence. George looked at the axe that was still in his hand, the tip slightly covered in blood. "You were prepared to kill Tubbo, right then and there, correct?" George eyed Schlatt who was looking out of a big window that overlooked the newly renamed Manburg. "I was willing to do whatever it took to get that boy to comply."

"You do know that it was a stupid idea to have M/N join, you know how close he is to Tommy, there's no way that he won't try and steal secrets to give to them."

"Of course I know that I'm not dumb! What I need is to be able to keep an eye on him. How can I do that if he isn't working for me?"

"And Tubbo? You don't think he won't try to communicate with Wilbur and Tommy."

"George, Quackity, I am counting on their betrayal."

M/N lightly dabbed disinfectant on Tubbo's neck, him slightly wincing at the contact. "M/N, you don't have to do this, I'll be fine without you helping me."

M/N got up and threw the cloth he used into a cauldron filled with water to be washed later, grabbing a small bandage. "I know you'll be fine without all of this but, I need to, it's my fault that you have this cut in the first place, if I had just said okay to Schlatt instead of being stubborn then maybe that whole fiasco could've been avoided." M/N sat back down, looking at the bandage in his hands.

Tubbo placed a hand on M/N's. "There was no way either of us could've known what Jschlatt was planning, you can't beat yourself up for that. I'm okay, I didn't die, and even if I did I still have another life. I would have been okay."

M/N looked up at Tubbo, his eyes were glossy but he had a small smile on his face. "Still, I started to fix you up, so let me finish." Tubbo let out a small laugh and lifted his chin, allowing M/N to put the bandage on his neck.

M/N looked out his window and saw how dark the clouds began to look in the night sky. "You should probably start to head home now, it looks like it might rain." Tubbo looked out of the window and nodded. The two stood up and M/N led him to the door, opening it up for him and allowing him to step out into the night. "Hey Tubbo?" M/N called out and the boy turned around. "Thank you... for saying that it wasn't my fault, I really needed to hear that."

Tubbo smiled. "You're welcome." M/N walked up to him and gave him one last hug for the night.

"Stay safe okay?"

"Okay, I will."

The two separated and M/N walked back to his house, glancing at Tubbo one last time as he walked further and further down the path. He closed the door to his house and his smile dropped, he walked over to his chest and opened one, pulling out a glowing netherite chest plate. He stared at his reflection for a moment before putting on the chest plate as well as other pieces of armor. M/N grabbed a cloak that was hanging by his bed and put it on, it hid most of the armor as well as the sword that was at his side. He placed his bow on his back and thunder crashed making him look out to his window. It had already started to rain.

M/N walked out of his house and over to his horse that was shaking its head every time too much water would get on (his/her) face. He untied the lead from the horse's reins and hopped on their back. "Come on, H/N, let's go find Tommy and Wilbur."

The two traveled down the path all the way back to the podium where Tommy and Wilbur were declared banished from L'manburg and were shoved out. "Where did you two go." M/N mumbled. M/N pulled the reins making the H/N turn in the direction where he saw them run. "Hiya!" M/N lightly squeezed the sides of H/N making the horse gallop into the woods. The further that M/N got into the woods the denser the trees got, making it nearly impossible to even walk with his horse. M/N pulled out a lead and tied them to a tree making sure to surround the horse in a bit of cobblestone, just as a safety precaution.

He continued the journey on foot, occasionally looking down at the mud to see if he could see any footprints. As he continued walking he saw a small clearing in the woods. Someone was here. He could see the faint outline of the freshly blown out torches. He saw light coming from behind him but before he could turn around a voice spoke. M/N whipped his head around to see Wilbur and Tommy standing in front of him. "M/N?" Wilbur questions upon seeing the boy. "How did you-?" M/N cut him off by running past him and engulfing Tommy in a hug.

"Oh my god, Tommy are you alright?" M/N stopped hugging Tommy but both of his hands were still on his shoulders. "I'm fine, M/N, but how did you find us?"

"I just took off in a straight line from where you two ran." He said with a small laugh. Wilbur cleared his throat, "So I see you only came here to see Tommy?"

M/N let go of Tommy and hugged Wilbur. "No, I just care about him more."

"It's nice to see you again, M/N."

The sound of thunder and lightning flashed in the sky making the three turn their attention to the rain, which was coming down heavier by the minute. "Let's go inside, before the rain comes down even more." Wilbur suggested. The 3 walked into the small dirt shack, Tommy and M/N sitting on the bed and Wilbur leaning against the crafting table.

"Nice little shack you got here." M/N said jokingly

"Hey! Just because Pogtopia is small, doesn't mean that we aren't a great nation."

"Pogtopia?"

"That's what Tommy wanted to name this, he said it was another name for L'manburg, speaking of, what's going on there?"

M/N put his head in his hands, lightly tugging at his hair. "Schlatt has been in power for not even 24 hours and everything has gone to shit, he claims himself to be the emperor, Quackity and George are his vice presidents, Tubbo-" M/N sighs. "Tubbo is his right hand. He can't do or say anything with that asshole's approval!"

Tommy and Wilbur looked at each other with sorrowful eyes. M/N hands drop, his arms resting on his legs. "Tonight... before I came here, Schlatt he-he tried to kill Tubbo."

"What?! Why? Is Tubbo okay?" Tommy questioned raising his voice in distress.

"Tubbo is fine, his neck is cut up a little, that's all."

"What made Schlatt want to kill Tubbo?" Wilbur asked softly.

"He wanted me to be his commanding officer and command his troops as we quote expand this great country. If I didn't say yes, he would've had Tubbo killed with no hesitation, I couldn't let that happen."

Tommy hugged M/N who hugged him back trying not to let the stress tears fall. "It's going to be okay M/N, we'll be okay, we'll get L'manburg back."

M/N let go of Tommy, though his hands still rested on his shoulders. "Tommy, Schlatt changed the name, it's no longer L'manburg, it's Manburg. He said that this country doesn't take L's. Wilbur, he said that it was a reoccurring theme with the last president."

"What? He-he can't do that Wil, can he?"

"He is the elected emperor, technically speaking, yes."

"And what you're just gonna let Schlatt take your name and rake it through the mud?!"

"My name had been through enough-"

"Well I don't have your name and we don't have any time to waste so if you just let me-" Wilbur was the one to cut Tommy off this time.

"No we won't do that, end of discussion.'

The shack went silent for a moment before Wilbur spoke with a small sigh.

"The rain stopped, I think it would be best for you to start heading back M/N before the sun comes up and people get suspicious." M/N nodded and stood up. "I'll walk you out." Tommy said with a small smile.

The two boys walked out of the shack. The smell of rain was still in the air and in the silence you could hear water dripping from the leaves on the trees.

"I'm sorry about what just happened its just-" Tommy was cut off by M/N placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Tommy, It's okay, you both are under a lot of stress and I understand that fights can break out in stressful moments." M/N had a small smile on his face that warmed Tommy's heart.

M/N's hand retracted from Tommy's shoulder and back to his side, M/N went to walk away but Tommy grabbed his wrist.

"Wait!" The two looked at each other for a moment, Tommy fiddled with the hem of his shirt, his hand still wrapped around M/N's wrist.

"Can-Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead." M/N turned around to face Tommy, whose hand never left M/N's wrist, it wasn't a tight grip but it was comfortable enough that they didn't feel the need to immediately move away.

"I-" he paused for a moment trying to form the right sentence. "The reason why me and Wil got into the fight was because, I want to try and get Technoblade on our side."

M/N was stunned for a moment "The Technoblade? You want him, to help us?" Tommy nodded.

"Do you think he'll do it?" Tommy shrugged. "He's a strong fighter and a great strategist, he could be what we need to help beat Schlatt!" A smile grew on Tommy's face as he spoke.

"I'm assuming Wilbur doesn't like the idea of getting the blade to help?"

"They have beef from the past so I think he's hesitant."

"Tommy, I trust your judgment, if you can convince Technoblade, to be on our side, I'll stand by your decision."

"Seriously?!" M/N nodded. "Yes! I won't let you down M/N! I'll convince him!" Tommy had a huge grin on his face and pulled M/N into another hug, which he reciprocated.

"I have to get back Tommy, I do need sleep for whatever the hell happens tomorrow." M/N said with a light laugh, pulling away from Tommy.

"Alright, get some sleep, I'll see ya later M/N!"

M/N walked away, waving to Tommy until he reached the forest.

"Bye Tommy, and good luck." M/N said softly as he turned around, pulling his hood up and walking deeper into the forest.

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Wow! First writing done! I hope you all liked it if you got this far, if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes feel free to comment them, I am open to constructive criticism as I do want to improve my writing.

Word Count: 3195

[thatweirdguyinthebushes]

cant answer the ask for some reason so here is the screenshot of it and my reply beneath

[alt text: anonymous asked: Hey, I hope you’re having a good day. I was wondering if you had any thoughts on cpawnduo(i’ve also seen them be called fireflyduo)? I think they’re surprisingly similar in the way they think but they have fundamental differences. They have an interesting dynamic but I don’t see them talked about too often. end alt text.] c!firefly duo is a horrible name im filled with rage everytime i hear it anyways yes c!dream and c!tubbo live in my head rent free and youre right they have a surprising amount of similarities that people dont talk about enough. theyre both the logical, quieter type, obviously, but also they have very similar ideas on things like attachment and morality. in the exile of tommy, tubbo makes two comments on attachment: "They're just music discs. They shouldn't get to dictate the future of an entire nation!" and "The discs don't matter, Tommy! How can you not see that?" He doesn't understand Tommy's attachment to items or things that have, in Tubbo's view, no meaning in anything but the abstract, which isn't something he places much value on. It's unclear how much of this view is something more deeply rooted or in his nature and how much is a response to losing his homes and possessions so often. But either way, it is the most fundamental difference between him and Tommy, besides the obvious "head vs heart" thing they have going on. Dream makes a similar and much more well known speech in the vault of attachments, where he informs Tommy that, having realised attachments were the thing that not only controlled Tommy's actions, but the actions of everyone on the server, he deliberately destroyed the things he was attached to and cut ties with all of his friends. This is obviously similar to what has happened to Tubbo, although in Tubbo's case it was due to outside forces acting upon him and in Dream's case it was deliberate. You can even draw the conclusion that maybe part of Dream's motivation for cutting away his attachments was seeing that it had made Tubbo a slightly more effective leader, even if he wasn't quite good enough at it to be a 'good' one, although I acknowledge that's a bit of a stretch, considering how lowly Dream thought of Tubbo. In the same stream, Dream mentions that "evil is in the eye of the beholder... you're evil to me." This demonstrates Dream's idea that there is no real good or evil, that moral conviction itself is more of a story telling device -- that only the naive (like Tommy and Wilbur) think it's real. Considering how much he makes references to story telling devices/tropes in his monologues, I don't think this is that much of a stretch. Tubbo has similar ideas about good and evil. After their talk with Quackity at the outpost, Ranboo asks his husband if he thinks they're doing something bad, and adds on "am I a bad person because of that?". Tubbo responds with "Right and wrong isn't really a fair way to describe things. Right and wrong depends on which side you're on." The main difference between them, I think, is that Tubbo's lack of attachment to things is mostly about things without practical use. He doesn't understand sentimentality (or, if we're being honest, empathy) very well. But he still undoubtedly has an attachment to people, and although the way he expresses that care is often muted and lacking and not enough, he still does feel it, and makes that clear in the ways that he can, which normally involve rescue missions, a willingness to put his life on the line, and other grand gestures that keep him from having to directly say i love you to anyone. His ultimate goal, even with his lack of real scruples or attachment, is still to look out for and protect the people he cares about. Dream, on the other hand, has cut his attachments deliberately, which includes his attachment and care for the people around him. He deliberately cuts George and Sapnap out of his life, blows up his house, gets rid of anything that doesnt have strictly practical use. His ultimate goal is to have control over other people, as he says in the vault of attachment. If he holds all of their treasured things, and keeps the one thing he could be threatened with (Tommy) locked in prison, then he has complete power. It's even a little pet theory of mine that the reason he immediately resorts to murdering Tubbo is not just for the reasons he states, but because Tubbo, similar to him, doesn't have any physical attachments, and has proven to be willing to give up even his closest ones, like his friends, if he thinks it's for the greater good, but thats a sidenote. TLDR: c!Pawnduo are incredibly fascinating and I wish more people talked about them more, essentially, especially in regards to how similar they are (although it's a comparison that they would both hate to hear).

[halftheway]

hello today i offer an excerpt from my fic like you were never gone, where sapnap & charlie hang out as sapnap tries to make sense of the chaos he's been thrown into

Spending time with his fiancé's new partners is… an interesting experience. He already knew Wilbur, but he's learning how different the man is now. Weirdly, after their conversation in Las Nevadas, he’s given Sapnap hope for Dream. Granted, being dead and being in prison aren’t exactly comparable, but he wants to believe that time away from the people he wronged will let Dream realize just how bad things had gotten and that he needs to make amends.

If Wilbur can go from the cunning ex-president that blew up his own nation to the person Sapnap sees now— warm, open, free with his affection— maybe there really is a chance he could get his best friend back.

He actually likes hanging out with Wilbur, to his surprise. Even though he’s not sure they’ll ever be more than that, Sapnap can almost see them becoming friends. It’s not hard to understand why Quackity fell for him. He’s funny, and kind, and pretty in a frustrating way.

Charlie on the other hand? He has no idea how to interact with.

The slime is just… unsettling, he thinks is the right word. Every time he thinks he's found his footing Charlie bowls him over again. 

Quackity loves it, so Sapnap is trying. He really is.

This afternoon it’s Charlie’s turn to stay in the library, and because Sapnap is a good fiancé he’s on his way in to hang out. Also because his turn is afterwards. But mostly because he’s a good fiancé.

“Sapnap! What's goopin'?" Charlie greets. He’s sprawled out on the floor, looking significantly less solid than normal.

“Uh,” Sapnap says, trying not to stare. Is it doing that on purpose? Can he control his goo? “Not much? I just figured I'd keep you company.”

“Cool!”

It's quiet after that. Sapnap grabs a book at random off one of the shelves, intending to read it, but as he looks at the cover he realizes it’s written in Ender. Fuck.

He looks around for something else to do, but they’re in a library. Books are kinda all there is in here. Well. Books and Charlie, but Sapnap just doesn’t know how to talk to him. He loves Quackity, so he wants to make the effort to befriend Charlie. He just doesn’t know how.

"You don't, uh. Talk much, do you?"

He sits up, goop slowly coalescing back into his body. "I like to listen and watch more than talk."

"You were talkin' Q's ear off, earlier."

It shrugs. "Quackity's different. He listens."

"Do people… not listen to you?"

He shrugs again. "Not really! I think mostly people hear what they wanna hear from me, and not what I'm saying."

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"It's not so bad," it says. "Quackity and Wilbur pay attention when I talk."

"Yeah, he's— he's good like that." He pauses and thinks for a second. "Wilbur, too."

"I like being with them."

Okay, now he can finally ask. "Are you guys… dating?"

"What's dating?"

"Well. I mean, technically dating is… when you schedule times to hang out with each other, romantically, but I guess it's also kinda shorthand for just being in a relationship with someone. Romantically."

The slime nods thoughtfully. "Then yes!"

"And that's… You know how to do that?"

"I'm older than recorded history, Sapnap from Kinoko Kingdom," Charlie says, suddenly grave. "I've seen countries like yours rise and fall countless times. Everything and everyone turns to dust eventually."

What the fuck. "That's not really an answer."

"My point is, people like to think I'm stupid, and I let them! I've spent the past few thousand years in a hole in the ground, but I know people. Before you even had words to describe it, I knew what love was."

"But you didn't know what dating was?"

Charlie waves a hand. "Having language for something and understanding concepts are two different things. I don't think words are very helpful. I prefer feelings."

Sapnap nods slowly. "Okay, then, do you know what marriage is?"

"A promise to be with each other forever, right?"

"Well, that's what I made to Quackity. Me and Karl, we asked him to marry us." He's not sure why he's doing this. Probably the possessive streak acting up, wanting to make sure Charlie knows that he belongs with Quackity just as much as it does.

"I know," he says, tipping his head to the side. "I've heard about you two."

Charlie holds out a fist, and when it opens its hand, Quackity's engagement rings sit in its palm.

"Why do you have those?"

"Quackity took them off, awhile ago. I thought you might want them now."

The rings glint in the low light. "You know what they are?"

He nods. "A symbol of that promise. They're nice, but kinda pointless."

Pointless? "What—"

"It's silly for humans to make promises they can't keep," Charlie says, looking Sapnap in the eye.  "I like that you keep doing it anyway, though."

Sapnap's hands twitch at his sides. It doesn't go unnoticed, because Charlie holds his hand out.

"Take them."

He does, gingerly, and stares at them.

"Quackity likes to pretend he doesn't need people." It curls Sapnap's fingers over the rings, more gently than he would've expected. "But life would be a lot more sad if we lived it alone, don't you think?"

"Is… Is that why you're with him?"

"Maybe. He was very alone, when he found me." Part of Sapnap wants to protest, but he knows it's true. "He was sad. I changed that. I told him I would make sure he never turned to dust," Charlie continues. He laughs quietly. "I guess I made one of those promises too, huh?"

He reaches out tentatively, rests his free hand on Charlie's arm. "That's being human. You promise somebody the sun, moon, and stars because offering impossible things is the closest you can come to showing your love."

Charlie looks down at where Sapnap is touching it. Slime creeps over the edges of his hand.

"I like that."

[wormliness]

what really, really gets me about cwilbur is how he tries to separate pieces of himself in an attempt to feel whole again. from the moment wilbur founded Imanberg, he tied himself to it. it became his identity: a representation of all he is; and if it isn't perfect, then neither is he. 

with his spiral in pogtopia, everything becomes blurred. I'manberg isn't his, but who is he if not what he offers to others? there's those absolutely heartbreaking moments in the button room with tommy and quackity where his true beliefs come through before he's blinded by his own conflict: and that conflict stems from confusion. wilbur can't separate himself from the nation he built. in his heart, he's a perfectionist, and everything that happens gets out of his hands and the perfectionism is what eats him alive. that confusion and inability to understand himself is part of what makes wilbur such a moving depiction of mental illness. everything seems fixed to him, and there's nothing he believes he can do to change it. his best traits: unyielding confidence, his level head, everything that make him come across as an indomitable leader are exactly what lead him to suffer, often by direct causation of his own actions.

in pogtopia, he has no one he can emotionally open up to, he has no peers: even when he eventually does, he's already resigned himself to his fate. one of the most apt ways i've seen wilbur's pogtopia arc actions described is "existentially suicidal" - he doesn't just want himself gone, he wants his presence erased. he wants everything connected to himself to go down with him. and it makes him so, so cruel, because he just can't accept that he has people which love all these parts of him. so, in the end, he dies without clarity, without true understanding of himself and blinded by his own misconceptions

and then, as the dream smp's worldbuilding expands more into the supernatural, we get this absolutely (in my opinion) mindblowing like, theoretical philosophy takes, and this is the meat of what i really like.

ghostbur first appears so simple. characters barely need a few words with him before they clock him as a half-baked facsimile that simply shares the same face as wilbur soot with none of his integrity, but it goes soo much deeper than this. with ranboo's recent (april 2022) lore, we learn that when characters lose their final canon lives, they're split into two parts: mind and soul, even before this was confirmed, it's sooo prevalent in the story that ghostbur is far more complex than he lets on. ghostbur is bitter and biased and he hates "alivebur." from the start, he asks to be called ghostbur, and always separates himself nomatively from before he died. Both ghostbur and revivedbur both emphatically express that they’re “not him” (meaning the other).

ghostbur’s optimism, something that was key to alivebur's (saying to differentiate, referring to Imanberg/pogtopia era wilbur) success at forming a country and strong bonds, gets misconstrued into innocence. he delights in animals and music and small joys, all things that alivebur does as well but represses, and thus, characters view him as childish. 

worst of all, in my opinion, is c!phil, who sees him as some kind of cheap imitation, words can't explain the way this makes me feel at the fact that cphil can't recognize his own son's soul. ghostbur has so many of alivebur's key traits, and everyone (characters & fans) overlook it because he's Emotional, because he's Different, and well, okay this is for another essay. the point is that ghostbur is still wilbur, and he consistently carries that same conflict of self loathing that alivebur does that leads him to separate himself entirely.

and as the narrative continues, the soul and the mind are switched.

cwilbur is revived (i will refer to the mind as revivedbur). even without the context of ranboo's lore, you can tell that this guy is walking around like there's blood still pouring out of his stab wound. the perfectionist is back, but so many parts of him are missing. unlike ghostbur, revivedbur leans into alivebur's facade: and while he can't maintain it, it's enough to get some sense of normalcy. we see this facade tie in to his desperation to "feel alive" in hitting on 16, and we see it all fall down in bust when he breaks down to cphil in bust. 

in his self destruction, this time revivedbur clings to other people, too terrified to let them in out of fear that they'll hate him, he goes all in on making them hate him pre-emptively. he says things that hurt ctommy because he can't bear accidentally disappointing him. he does things rashly, and without willingness to look past his own (often underdeveloped) understanding of the situation. he challenges cquackity instead of working with him because he thinks if he falters even for a second, his facade will drop and they'Il hate him for all he is. he even draws cranboo in because he sees what he thinks is their innocence, and decides to crush it. all of this with the intent of hurting himself, through hurting others. (though, after inconsolable differences, i may have some reevaluating to do here.)

revivedbur verbally expresses hatred for ghostbur whenever given the chance, something that i can't help but chalk up to how he clings to alivebur's persona of confidence and stubbornness: revivedbur sees ghostbur's optimism as weakness. and it's all just one long cycle of self loathing. wilbur is split in two equal parts, and each half hates the other because they're too afraid to be vulnerable. they're both still mentally trapped in pogtopia, not eating or sleeping, terrified and paranoid. it's a gradual progression, but each step parallels the next. if c!wilbur cannot be perfect, he would rather die. but there is no true perfection in life, in leadership, in relationships: he drowns in his own loss of control and lashes out because all he really has left to control is himself. 

so, all this to say that the only way to resolve c!wilbur core conflict and end his story is through self acceptance, and if he dies at the end, that's just pure bullshit. he spends so long denying his feelings, denying that he loves and cares So deeply that his emotions rule him, that the only satisfying end is for him to embrace his love and attachments, and change for the people he cares about, rather than distort himself further.

TLDR: user wormliness really likes wilbur soots minecraft character on the dream smp and thinks that he's a fucked up guy who needs to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known 👍

[landofspaceandrainbows]

Corruption

(a poem)

(or trying to fit young c!sam and young c!quackity (and their relationship with c!dream) with.... what happens later : ( some mild warnings for manipulation and mentions of self injury maybe less mild if you know the references. i thought of some meta, and thought about posting some, but decided to do it in a poem first because it started working out that way. )

(edit: i am somewhat aware of recent lore, “it was staged” etc. and it’s a cool arc.  but even if it’s part of some plan for the greater good, etc. i suspect quackity, sam, etc. would not always be aware of such, just like for example, tubbo and tommy weren’t aware of what was going on with the party invitations.  so this is written more with that.... limited POV in mind. )

~

A creeper’s farm, quiet underground

A duckling bathes nude in sun he’s found

Chains beneath, rules, sharp observation

Questions, what is to build, what is a nation

.

But this is just the story’s start

They have not heard those fateful words - in paradise

The words  not yet  arrived on the wind

“This is your art, this is it’s price”

~

You shelter flame from whom he flies

The migrant cause burns in your eyes

Rock  moves as you would have it do

The law can bind the tyrant too

.

Two figures for now apart

These are your dark tools, this is your art.

.

You wonder what else you could make?

And a man shows up your hand to take

The blueprints are kind, his rock like night

The plans grow dark, but the gold is bright

In day you mend a young boy’s tent

And forget how your nights were spent

.

A portal, a view, a choking gasp

The last shred of doubt flies past

You recognize one you embraced

He was meant to go in that space

.

Your palm is graced with sixty silver

For what you almost helped deliver

But there is no, no rope for you 

Only the hissing of a fuse

No potter’s field to wash away

Your palms worse red than redstone, stained.

.

The fuse burns to, to long

Long enough to go so wrong

But before that -

~

No time - no space for courtyards, sunlight, farms,

No time for calming Tubbo’s fears

Do you really have the need for steak?

And now Niki is standing in tears

.

But this song has a second verse, 

The bee sings this, the ram was first

Exile: stronger men than you decide

Somewhere your laughter has thrice-died

.

You would have climbed over any barbed wire wall

Why does it feel so empty when they fall?

The walls, the walls keep tumbling down

Friendship only wakes up to drown

.

Was wilbur right, democracy dead?

Iron echoes in your head

~

Quiet there beyond the fears

A figure’s measured voice appears

.

“I have traveled the world and am wiser

come and take my sage advice

Take my bow, my votes, my lamps, my gold

This is your art, this is it’s price.”

.

Two towers stand above construction

One tower of rock, one tower of sky

Between them two small figures fly

One above desert, one above water

One filled with weeping one with laughter

And in the night the very mortar whispers to the skies

“This is your art, this is it’s price”

[wildymoon]

WILBUR LORE SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

NOTE: THE BELOW IS TALKING ABOUT THE CHARACTERS FROM THE DREAM SMP, NOT THE CONTENT CREATORS OR ANY OF THEIR OTHER CHARACTERS.

I want Wilbur to apologize again, what we got at the start of the stream wasn't enough imo.

Before anyone yells at me about the whole threatening Dream thing being a grand old attempt at making amends, I feel like I need to explain why doing that cancelled out a fair bit of the good it does.

Because on one hand, great! Dream has no more power over him, in theory.* Tommy still has his discs, Dream is royally fucked (especially if people like Quackity didn't know where he's been hiding until now, cause that information's bound to leak out), and Wilbur has gotten what he wanted: a way to protect Tommy as much as he possibly can from the green bastard that nearly took his life so many times (and succeeded thrice), as well as a way to fully legitimize himself and the nation he created.

But on the other hand, there are so many problems and downsides to this plan. Don't get me wrong, I loved it and was on the edge of my seat the whole time, plus I doubt I (or most other people) could come up with a much better way to do it, but the only two things about the plan (not the execution of it) that Wilbur got flawlessly (or close enough to it) were Dream's weakness and Tommy's reaction needing to believe the discs were genuine.

Here's a list of the things I believe Wilbur should (but probably won't, partially because I don't think he would/should regret most of it, but also because this confrontation felt final enough that I don't think there'd be a continuation) apologize for:

In order to even come up with this plan, he had to push Tommy into taking him to Logstedshire, despite him being INCREDIBLY UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT.

Outright lying to Tommy about the flint and steel wasn't a fun part of the plan, but I'll pass it cause it would've freaked him out more if he knew Wilbur had it and wasn't using it. Still putting it on the list cause I want to recognize it.

Mentioning he was tired of all the self-targeted damage/death, before immediately turning around and threatening to burn himself alive if Dream doesn't follow orders, which definitely wouldn't be good for the mental health of someone who was contemplating jumping off a cobble tower (and technically did so) and is already panicking over being in the same inescapable building as his abuser and three-time murderer.

Continuing off of that actually, threatening to do it when Tommy started freaking out about the discs. He does not want to see Wilbur (regardless of iteration) die in front of him for what is at least the 3rd time, if not the 5th.

Telling Tommy to shut up basically whenever he spoke. Things do get more complicated when there are multiple voices talking at once and you start getting anxious you're not being heard, but damn did you have to be such a dick about it? Especially when (iirc) Dream gave him that order as well, several times, in a similar tone.

Making the entire scenario about him, as Tommy mentioned on the way to the community house. It worked, but that's not as good when you realize it's only gonna stoke that kind of behavior. I don't really know how to talk about this for a couple of reasons though...

Getting the 'discs' burnt, which caused Tommy a great deal of distress. Again, already traumatized and you add this to the pile. Ouch.

TL;DR, I want Wilbur to apologize for putting Tommy through like 5 chained emotional wringers. He can be proud of his plan working (despite it being kinda D:), but just give us an apology for taking away another like 20 years from Tommy's revived lifespan through stress alone.

* I had to rewatch the video to make sure both discs were burnt, in my first go-through I only saw Mellohi and was certain Dream kept Cat. He didn't, but imagine the chaos IF Wilbur thought he burnt both and he didn't. Someone would get screwed over then.

[libby-is-a-idoit]

Ok i don’t know if you are taking requests if you aren’t feel free to ignore but if you are I just had an idea so what if the reader was a Madrigal but could do what Karl (from dsmp) could do as a gift they could time travel but can’t control when. Maybe when Mirabel trying to fix the miracle the reader starts forgetting things and she’s freaking out because she doesn’t know what to do.

AHHHH YESSS REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! THANK YOU MY LOVE!!!!

(Also,for anyone asking,yes I'm alive,I'm dealing with finals rn along with a cold rn,as I'm actually sitting on my ass blowing my nose rn-)

(ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST<33)

"I'm scared I'm gonna forget you.."

~karl X reader~ (ENCANTO AU <3)

WARNINGS: just angst and memory loss :) ------------------------------------------

FIRST PERSON POV (AKA YOU)

"Karl you know what my family thinks!!" You said talking to your best friend as you were doing your chores "ahh I know!! But like it's not like we're daiting!! So what's the problem with me just showing up!!" He said following right behind you as you carried two bricks up to a house that was getting built "karl, showing up at 2am is not acceptable." You said putting down the bricks tgat were already nicely put in a pile thanks to your amazing younger sister Luisa.

Ah yes, y/n Madrigal,the second oldest out of Julietas kids; me? Well imwell.. special in my own way!..my gift you may ask? HA one you will never guess...out of the whole family of magic,there was BOWN to be two screw ups! And that was me! And my youngest sister Mirabel.

What's my gift? Time traveling.

What's wrong with it?

NO ONE KNOWS HOW OR WHAT TO USE IT FOR!!

untill I met Karl,Karl is from the past,WAY in the past.

Like I think he said 100 or some years! He's truly magic,and the best part is,is that he doesn't even come from so magic family,he just has a gift! Time traveling to be exact.

He helps me the best he can..sure,he can't always help,non of my family likes him,and when I say no one,I mean no one,not even my mom!!! Which blows my mind,my mom likes everyone...

"y/nnn" Karl said snapping his fingers in front of my face "AH" I said closing my eyes and shaking my head "I'm back im back." I said rubbing my eyes and Turing around to go get more bricks to help (even if Luisa could do it by herself.) "Y/n,wanna go work on your gift???" Karl said moving in front of me as I tried to walk back to the other pile "Karl,I need to do this.." I said trying to move away "buttt it's been like three days since we trieddd" he said talking more with his hands trying to get me to cave in,and it worked.

Sadly.

"fine,but I have to be home sooner this time,Isa is having her future husband come to dinner" I said laughing at the last bit,as did Karl as well.

"ok! So just,think of a place and try again!!!" Karl said after I fell on my butt after trying to get to the time period Karl was from.. Karl always the place he was from was amazing.. sure,there was war, fighting, Nations blowing up.. but he also told me about a place that I really, really wanna go to..it's called kinoko kingdom.. he said that him and his fiance's built it or something like that,but then one left..I think Karl said his name was quackity or something..and then something else happend and it just took a turn for the worst..but I wanna see how it was built,and on how beautiful it was..Karl always says it was truly an amazing place...

I think that's he said at least..

"Karl,it's no use,I'm just not ment to have this gift!!" I said putting you hands down and throwing my back on to the ground and laying on the ground looking at the brown haired boy.

"y/n you just haven't made it alive yet!!!it's there just..dead. that's all!!! It happened to be before to,now look at me! I'm from 100 years in the past!!" He said sitting on the ground facing me as I laughed at his stupid sentence.

"one day Karl I'll head to that kingdom you told me about..the one where sapnap left you guys and started his down place" I said laughing as Karl gave me a strange look.."sapnap? Uhm,y/n, quackity left..sapnap said with George before he left.." Karl said confused on your words.

"I MENT QUACKITY YES"I said even tho I swear it was sapnap..I don't remember a quackity at all being there.. "Karl,I need my right hand man at dinner tonight,wanna join?" I said sitting up and looking at him,I did NOT wanna be in that house alone with my family tonight,so why not bring my right hand man my family hates!

"y/n your family hates me,why would I go" he said with no emotion in his voice like he was disappointed in me, "well I need you,so your gonna go and I don't care,that place is gonna be scary tonight -" I said shivering at the thought of it."well I'm not gonna turn down your mom's cooking,so he'll ya!!" He said standing up as well as I did as well. "Well then we better get a move on,were already probably late anyway-" I said laughing as I grabbed his hand and we started our walked back to Casita.

"y/n Madrigal. Where have you been young lady/man" abuela said as you walked in to see the whole family sitting and getting ready to eat "I was helping Karl,and he's staying for dinner,so I'll go get him a plat." I said smiling as I dragged Karl to the kitchen with me I grabed a plate and set it on the counter..I turned to bring a pot over and immediately forgot what I was doing "why did I grab the pot?" I said confused and looked at Karl "you were gonna dish me some dinner.." he said concern growing in his voice "y/n are you feeling ok?" Karl said moving towards me and putting his hand on my forehead to see if I was heating up "Karl I'm fine,now get your.." I forgot what that word is...shit shit shit shit shit it's on the tip of my tongue.."hand off of my face please so I can get you food" I say as I mentally sigh..I don't forget much..or at least this much..did I hit my head today?

I finished dishing up Karl his food and we're all sitting at the table,and when I tell you everyone was acting strange I mean most people were.. the amount of tension that was there was basically setting me and Karl back a 100 years it was so thick. "So y/n..I heard you didn't finish your chores today.." Camilo said as he shovled food in his mouth "I did finish them!" I said in defense...I did..I know I did,I even told Karl I have to finish before anything happend.

"tia..you have a cloud.." abuela said trying to act as natural as possible as if it didn't just seem like Maribel threw herself on the floor to cover up something.. I look at Karl who's clearly enjoying his food alot,like so much it seems that it takes him a hot second to realize I'm shooting him a glare,he looks at me,then back at the family,then at me then makes some strange eye movements saying let's head to your room like right now.

"well Uhm..I'm gonna,I mean,me and Karl are gonna head upstairs,he's helping me with a project..thank you mama for dinner,and I'll see you all late-" I was very much cut off as cracks stared to show up on the walls,on the floors and basically everywhere "NO" Mirabel said as a tray that had green glowing glass on it that I very much recognized but I couldn't remember at that moment.. it went flying on the table towards abuela as everyone started to freak out and leave the room "Uhm..y/n..?" Karl said looking at me " yes Karl?" I said right back at him "wanna go see if we can time travel again?" He said looking at me again and then back at the house that was now wet from tia Pepe's clouds "yup." I say taking his had as he grabbed mine and we sped walked up the stairs to see all the doors fading as the good glow slowly started to disappear with every new crack of the house showing up.

Not long after I fell asleep due to extreme exhaustion..Karl went home before I fell asleep..or after..I just know he wasn't there when I woke up. Soft knocks rang at your door as you can back to consciousness after your sleep "yeah.." you said sitting yo from your bed "y/n!! You missed it!! Isa and I we just.." Mirabel said looking at me but then looking around my room my room is brightly colored, little flex of what seems like iridescent could always be seen in the early sun rise and sun sets..but this time..this time there was nothing.."Isa..come look at this.." Mirabel said to Isa who must have been just outside the room "y/n..how..we,we fixed the magic!! Wha.. what happened??" Mirabel said walking in the room.. little cubes on grey could be seen flying slowly off the walls and faiding away as soon as it detached it self.

"why are you guys in here.." I say,I don't remember how they got in my room.."this is just like Bruno's vision..he said y/n was gonna have something happen to them.." Mirabel said to Isa as they looked at me again! This time I stood up,somehow not in my sleep clothes,but in the cloths I wore yesterday.. who was Bruno and why did he have a vision of me?

"y/n,I think your losing your memory.." Isa said walked towards me,I don't remember much,all I know is the black dots showed up and then I was out.

Just like how the magic went out..

Just

Like

A

Light.

I woke up,why was Casita demolished? Did I travel? Why was everyone crying? Where was...? Where's Karl..he can fix this! He knows everything!! "Karl!" I stood up quickly and started to run.."I don't..I don't remember how to get to his house.." I said quickly and stop running,Isa comes to my side as grabs my arm,."y/n Karl is-" Isa said right before Karl showed up behind her "I'm right here Isa..thank you.." he said as Isa have him a hug of relief and quickly left to go find _______.

"y/n..do you remember anything?" He said as we grabbed my hands and led me to a patch of grass that had yet been touched by anything "Karl! When did you get here..?" I say,I'm confused,I'm scared..I'm angery but all I wanna know is when did he get here? "Y/n what do you remember?" He said looking at me dead in the eyes,fear rose In him like no one had ever seen.

"I remember you!!"I say smiling at him,he starts shake his head.."y/n..your memory..it's..it's like mine.." he said eyes started to fill up with tears,he was terrified to not only lose what was left of my memory,but of his close friend.. "Karl.." I say looking at him,he trys to keep himself calm for a second.."Karl..I'm scared.." I say,I don't remember where I am at this point..I know who I am,I know who he is,I know who I think my family is..I just..I just don't remember...

"y/n.. please... please say you remember...I can't lose you again...". Karl says cupping my face with his hands before pulling away and pulling me in a hug.."I don't remember Karl..." I say,hands at my side confused as ever..I'm scared,but I don't remember.. "y/n..you have to remember...your to young for this to happen...at least not again.." he says pulling away and wiping his cheeks,he had been crying before..I know what people look like sad..he's sad..

I wonder why he's sad?

"why are you sad..?" I said looking at him.. The look he gave to me made me sick,he looked scared..

"THEY FOUND HER!!!" People yell in what seems to be joy as they have found ________ I don't remember who ________ is,but they were looking for her..I remember that..I think.

"excuse me for a second y/n.." Karl says standing up and going towards a group of people who must ha e been there before...I never got my answer tho...

THIRD PERSON POV

Karl had walked over to the Madrigals who were pulling in Mirabel for hugs.. Mirabel pulled away and went to where y/n sat,on a rock, confused.."y/n! Are you ok??" Mirabel said crouching down to look at them,they looked back,."Uhm..who are you..?" They said uncomfortablely backing away as well.

"they can't remember..they don't remember anything.." Karl said bearing the sad news to the family "but the candle when out? How can they not remember??" Camilo asked confused as well as just about all the family as well "I don't,I don't know..I know my memory started to faid but now this quickly AND I still knew what was going on..but I have a feeling..this..this if different..." Karl said walking to the y/n who just sat so confused at everything that was being said..soon the family walked over to them,all talking softly one at a time to y/n,but nothing...every passing second..was just like when Karl and y/n first met,back when they were just traveling and they came across Karl planting flowers at the base of kinoko kingdom..just like how when they met when ballroom dancing during the tales of the SMP which they came up with! Karl knew what was gonna happen...it was gonna be the same as before,they were gonna forget and pass away from a broken heart..just like before..

And all the other times of before..

No one knew why after y/n would pass Karl would disappear to..but I guess when your soul mate dies..you gotta go find them again..and start all over..again..

Just like before...

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AHHH IM ALIVE!!! also sorry this may be shitty,like I said before I feel so sick rn,but I already made you wait for so long,once I'm better I promise I'll fix it up,but that will probably be in a few weeks when I'm off on summer break...anyway,thank you for reading and I love you all sm!!

And thank you sm for the request!!! My requests are open!! But it may take me time to write them..

[unluckyplanet]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

One day I need to catalogue how many of my OC’s personality descriptions start with “this person is a fucking weirdo” or... well, some variation of that.

2 notes - Posted March 24, 2022

#4

any lit roleplayers want to do a homestuck fansession? trolls, humans, cherubs, idk, pokemon. I’m up for anything. I’m just bored

2 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

#3

I am the asexual stereotype of making the most mind-in-the-gutter comments and jokes and I love it

Love it!

2 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

#2

Homestuck Rp?

Homestuck has yet again taken over my brain, so rp search time! For the basics, I am a minor. I have about 5 years of roleplay experience. I’m semi-lit (one to two paragraphs) though that doesn’t matter as much in this scenario. I’m looking for a partner around the same age as me (15-17) to do a OC-Only Sburb roleplay with either trolls, humans or a mix of both.

We’d both play a handful of characters in a fansession and I’d really appreciate a someone who likes to analyze classpects, make wacky land ideas, or generally introduce shenanigans into a session! My preferred platform is Discord, so either message me here or send me a friend request on discord (Jupiter#7701)

2 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Mcyt Valentinegram

For @pondwatrr

Summary: Wilbur and Tommy are attempting to run a one-party election for L’manberg Presidency, and there’s someone who is not going to let it slide. 

Wilbur stepped up to the podium and looked over at the crowd. It seems like all of L’manberg was here. You could feel the anticipation, the chitter chatter of people excited to see what would happen. Wilbur pulled the mic closer to him, and cleared his throat. The crowd fell silent, wayward eyes all landing on him and Tommy.

“People of L’manburg!” Wilbur greeted his citizens with a sweeping gesture of his hand. “Our nation exists as a symbol of freedom! Of triumph against tyranny!”

The crowd cheered in response. The raised their fists in celebration! How could they not? No one before had stood up against Dream and won.

“So it would do us no good to allow such Totalitarianism to exist in our nation,” Wilbur declared. “So! We will be hosting and election.”

“Unfortunately, only one party, Politicians of Gaming, nominated any candidates,” Wilbur told them. “Those being me and Tommy.”

There was a moment of confusion. The crowds looking at each other and whispering to themselves. Had no one else really signed up? Then the doubt melted away. The cheers returned, even louder than before. Who better to lead than their founders? Than the heroes of the war!

“Really Wilbur?”

The crowd quieted. Eyes followed the voice all the way up to a man perched on the dark stone walls. There Quackity was, perched on one the pillars. Dressed in his signature track suit and beanie, wings folded behind him. While the expression on his face was one of lazy amusement, his gaze was piercing. He stared down at Wilbur, the look a accusation in itself.

“Are you so scared of losing that you have to put on a one party election?” Quackity said with a laugh.

Tommy glared up at the duck hybrid. “Hey! It’s not our fault no one else wanted to fuckin’ run!”

Quackity rolled his eyes and unfurled his wings. He glided down to the podium, landing right next to Wilbur. The moment of shock had passed, and a murmur rose from the crowd. The trap was set.

“Nah, but it is your fault that no one got the chance to run.” He grabbed the mic and addressed the crowd. “Did any of you guys hear about this before today?”

The crowd began to mumble amongst themselves. Quackity smirked. It was so satisfying to see their blind enthusiasm melt into doubt with a few words.

“It’s not like anyone’s standing up and asking to run,” Tommy said.

Quackity just stood there, and smiled.

Wilbur narrowed his eyes. “No.”

“Hear that, L’manberg? Seems like the only election your leader wants is a rigged one.”

Wilbur flinched. “I would welcome a rival with open arms, but Quackity, you aren’t even a citizen.”

Quackity shrugged. “Then consider this me officially asking to join.”

Wilbur scowled, but there was nothing he could do and both of them knew it. The trap had sprung and there was no getting out of it now. The crowd was watching, deathly silent. Waiting for what Wilbur would say. Wilbur pulled the microphone towards him.

( @mcytblr-valentine-grams )

4 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

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[beeindaclouds]

Being their sibling and having a crush on one of their friends pt. 2 *ೃ✧˚.

Includes: Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Nihachu, Eret Wilbur Soot, C!Technoblade, C!Philza × Reader

A.N: You are close im age to the person you like in the scenario

Part One

❝ Quackity ❞

"Do you like Karl?"

"Huh?!"

"I mean same, but still-"

"Quackity."

Yes, he just stormed into your room and asked you that one day

He said he had a "feeling" about it that's why he asked

Tubbo accidentally told him

He'll tease you a little, like any sibling would with anything

But he will try to help you

❝ Karl Jacobs ❞

This is based off the last irl stream with Tubbo (Tubbo's not the crush btw)

You came to visit Florida with your brother because you and Tubbo had streamed togheter and were pretty close friends

While on camera you seemed energetic and chaotic, having fun with all of them

Off camera you got pretty shy, especially around a certain blonde haired boy

Karl didn't notice until you all got to the golf court

He noticed you and Punz quietly talking to the side. Your face flushed pink as Punz leaned to fix your hair

He had to call Sapnap over to make sure he wasn't hallucinating

The two then quietly decided to separate and approach the chuckling couple

Sapnap took Punz and Karl, of course, took you

"You two seemed pretty...cozy. Something you wanna tell me?"

"He's a nice guy. Should I not?"

"What? No. If you like him go, I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page. You know I'll support you no matter what"

❝ Nihachu ❞

She's very observant. And you two are very close so she knows you like the back of her hand

So she noticed little things that others couldn't whenever you would be live with Eret

Like how your voice went a note higher whenever he joined or how you'd get a little fidgety when he would compliment you

She of course didn't directly ask you if you liked him, she didn't want to embarrass you

But she found another way to confirm your crush

"You and Eret are very adorable togheter, don't you think?"

"REALLY- I mean, you think so?"

"I know so"

❝ Eret ❞

You and Niki seemed to be inseparable

Everywhere you went, she was near by

You were almost clingier then the Clingy Duo and that's saying a lot

But it wasn't only on the SMP, also in real life, since you two were roomates

Oh my god, they were roomates

Eret would often call you, to know how you were, but also to see if you've made any progress with your little crush

She knew you liked Niki since the day you decided to live togheter. You literally moved all the way from America to England just so you could be togheter

She doesn't really need to help, but she does ship you two a lot

"Oh yeah, Niki gave me this sweater! It's so cozy"

"Did you hear that chat? Sweetheart Duo confirmed- hey! Don's kill me I just caught an axolotl!!"

❝ Wilbur Soot ❞

"I told you so!"

"Ok, you wizard. What now? Is a noseless man who name I must not pronounce gonna come and try to kill you??"

This little prick (/j) has been teasing you about Quackity since you two first met

At first it didn't really bother you cause you didn't like Quackity like that

But as time passed your feelings blossomed

And Wilbur was already on board of the ship

Needless to say he was very supportive of you two

But he'll never let you forget that he has always known about your feelings

❝ C!Techno ❞

"HEH?!"

This was his reaction when you first told him that you liked Wilbur.

He was clueless to your little crush and now he is traumatized

I mean, can you really blame him? You have a crush on someone who blew up a whole nation

It's gonna take a while for him to come to terms with it

"Are you sure? Like a 100%?! He's insane you know?"

"Techno! Don't be mean"

"Oh and he wasn't mean when he started a whole nation only to blow it up later on???"

❝ C!Philza ❞

Man went through a roller coaster of emotions when you told him you liked his good-ol-mate Technoblade

He was first surprised, you actually had the courage to tell him instead of him finding out on his own

Then he got upset. Techno wasn't really the "safest" person to be around so he feared for what could happen to you if you did start dating

But he was then happy. He trusts Techno, and vice versa, if anything did happen to his dear sibling he knows that Techno would quickly be by your side

In all of this you were panicking while scanning his face that was twisting and turning into different emotions

Once he recovered, he just hit you with a

"I don't want any baby piglins around my house, at least not yet"

"HEH?! WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT? ALSO YOU HAVE A SON."

"Your point?"

[dreamsclock]

Headcanon: Mexican Dream was just c!Quackity in a customtrying to cheer up c!Tommy during his exile. Mamacita was just c!Dream in drag trying to distract c!Quackity to get him away from c!Tommy.

“This is ridiculous,” Quackity hisses, when Tommy is far enough away from them that morning, “you’re out of your fuckin’ mind, man.”

Dream crosses his arms, looking distinctly unimpressed. “Yeah!” He says, emphatically. “It is! So leave, and we don’t have to do this!”

Okay, admittedly, seeing Dream in a dress is kinda funny, no matter how pissed off he is. Quackity eyes him - his enemy, tyrant, now... girlfriend, in the newest development in their relationship - and a smirk plays over his lips.

“Nobody told you you had to dress up too,” he tells Dream, smirking, “the shitty makeup kind of detracts from the whole I’m-going-to-kill-you-and-blow-up-your-nation=and-destroy-everything-you-fuckin’-love tyrant thing you’ve got going on-”

“Why?” Dream shoots back, sharp as a whip. “I can destroy a country like this. You want to see me destroy something?” There’s TNT and a flint and steel in his hand quicker than Quackity can blink. “I can destroy something, Quackity! Just watch-”

“No, no, no no no, dude, I was joking,” Quackity squawks, “Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking trigger-happy.”

“Look,” Dream grumbles, eyeing Quackity suspiciously, “not all of us can be shapeshifters. I know you’re trying to- I don’t know, appeal to Tommy, or get him to cheer up, or whatever. I don’t trust you, but Tommy doesn’t want me hanging around all the time, so-”

“Are you two kissing?” Tommy yells as he stumbles towards them, eyes screwed shut and a grossed-out look on his face. “If I open my eyes, I’m not gonna see anything fucked up or shit, am I?”

The act continues. Dream and Quackity exchanged grim, grim looks. Give up, Quackity’s eyes say. Dream’s narrow, and Quackity takes that as refusal. Fine, he thinks. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

“Mamacita was teaching me about love!” He says brightly, and Tommy gags. “She knows all about love, man, she’s like an expert!”

With Tommy’s eyes shut, Quackity knows he misses the repulsed look that comes over Dream’s face. “Yeah,” Dream says, voice pitched higher than usual, “yeah, I- I know so much, so much about- about love, that I was- teaching Mexican Dream.”

“You guys,” Tommy groans, turning back around, “Jesus fucking Christ, you don’t stop. Have a little respect for a grieving man, please.”

“Grieving?” When Tommy is far enough away again, Quackity turns furiously and stares Dream down. Given Quackity currently looks exactly like Dream except with a beard and flag wrapped around his shoulders, he doubts Dream is intimidated. “What the fuck did you do to him?”

Dream rolls his eyes. “He’s probably talking about-”

Ugly crying comes from ten or so feet away, where Tommy has sat down and pulled out photos of Tubbo. Dream looks like he wants the ground to open up and swallow him.

“Tubbo,” he finishes, “since Tubbo exiled him. And you, too, technically.”

“I stood against it!” Quackity hisses, eyeing Tommy in some concern. “I didn’t want him fuckin’ exiled, and neither did Tubbo! This- All this- was your idea!”

“I mean,” Dream shrugs, “I’m not the one that gave the order, Quackity.”

“He hates me,” Tommy bawls, “oh my god, I’m alone on this island with Girl Dream and Mexican Dream and I have no friends. Tubbo cursed me.”

“Let it all out!” Quackity is by the kid’s side in a flash, patting his back and nodding wisely. “Let it all out, man, trust me! That’s what’s best! And then you can move on from the fucker that kicked you out and start a better life here! That’s how we do it here! You and me, we’re gonna live here and get high and start a new life, man! You don’t need that asshole!”

“I think you’re an idiot, Qua- Mexican Dream.” Not to be outdone, Dream is trying to remove Quackity’s hand from Tommy’s back, stumbling in his high heels. “I think that- Tommy should bottle it up and internalise it and you should leave because you��re- dumb.”

“Girl Dream!” Tommy says, aghast. “You’re supposed to be in love!”

“What the hell,” Quackity demands, “we’re supposed to be in love.”

There is a notable silence, in which Quackity tries to stifle a laugh and Dream looks like he’s considering throwing himself off a cliff. And then-

“Sorry,” Dream says sweetly, but his mascara-darkened eyes are fixed icily on Quackity, “baby.”

Tommy screams in horror. Quackity almost passes out in distress. 

This is going to be a long fucking day.

[cowboyx2]

c!quackity and c!tubbo’s relationship is something that is so unbelievably depressing to me. the way both of them have a strange understanding of one another, shared traumas, not being taken seriously. it feels like they can see themselves in the other, like their eyes are a mirror.

they’re like two sides of a coin. tubbo forces himself to forgive, to choose compassion and trust even when it gets him hurt. quackity makes himself hold a grudge, alienates himself because no one can be trusted anymore. they both experienced the same traumas and internalized it. if one of them stepped just a couple feet to the left, maybe they would of ended their stories as the same person.

there has always been a line dividing them, some more obvious than others. a nation, an election, a spy’s agenda, the weight of presidency, friends, enemies, a simple outpost.

with the way quackity and tubbo view one another, there isn’t room for apologizes or comfort or complete trust. because when you look at someone and see yourself, you cannot forgive. when you see yourself in someone else’s body, you do not forget the guilt you hold. all you see is your own eyes that are sorrow themselves and your own hands that hold your dying heart.

[wrenqueenisboss]

DSMP Angsty Imagines - React to Your Death pt. 3 --- c!Wilbur Soot

Part 3 to my series of “dsmp boys react to your death”:  Pronouns used: they/them (if mentioned) Warnings: explosions, spoilers for the events of Dream SMP, death, grief Words: 1.3+

The list: c!George c!Bench Trio c!Wilbur - (you are currently on this post)  c!Dream c!Technoblade - (coming soon!)

You had tried convincing your boyfriend not to blow up L’Manburg. But Wilbur Soot wouldn’t listen to you. He wouldn’t listen to anyone. Not in this state.

It had been a long time coming, honestly. Everyone should have noticed the signs. You should have noticed the signs, but it wasn’t as if you were actively looking for a reason to paint your lover as an insane psychopath. 

For months, Wilbur had slowly been descending into insanity. Looking back, the tells were all there. Very irregular sleeping patterns; sleeping not at all and then way too much, days when it seemed as if his emotions had been completely turned off, days when his temper seemed too volatile, the times when you’d catch him obsessing over books explaining the mechanics of tnt. It had all been laid in front of you, but you were too blind. 

That’s the thing about love, children. You either find yourself forced into relationships that make you unhappy or find yourself so in love with someone that it practically erases reality and judgment. There are a few lucky people. A few who find the loves of their lives and spend the remainder of their days in perfect happiness. No intoxicating amounts of infatuation, no feelings of emotional claustrophobia. You were not one of those lucky people. Not at all.

It was already too late to turn back by now. The two of you were already heading to the Button Room. Tommy, Tubbo, and Quackity were supposed to be with you, but they didn’t agree with Wilbur’s plan, so they stayed behind.

The three had been desperately trying to convince Wilbur to step down, to destroy the button and give up on his wild fantasies of watching his unfinished symphony burn to the ground. But that hadn’t worked, So they turned to you.

And as much as you agreed with their reluctance - and disagreed with your boyfriend, you had to support him. For that’s what he did with you. When you had been a newcomer to the server and no one would help you, he did. At the very least you owed him that. But you were beginning to doubt how far your support would actually go when you found yourself standing in the button room.

You and Wilbur looked up at all of the signs on the walls, each singing L’Manburg’s National Anthem in your head.

I heard there was a special place where men could go and emancipate the brutality and tyranny of their rulers Well, this place is real you needn’t fret with Wilbur-

“You’ve been so good to me, Y/n.” Wilbur’s unusually quiet voice interrupted the anthem playing in your mind.

“I’m your partner, Will. I’m also your friend. It’s my job.” For some reason, you could bring yourself to say it was because you loved him. Your heart knew it was because you didn’t love him anymore. Actually, that wasn’t entirely true. It was a different type of love now. Much less blinding, and much more clear.

Wilbur reached up a faintly-scarred hand to touch one of the signs on the walls. “You’ve stuck by me and supported me even when no one else did.”

You could feel your face begin to heat up. “Will, about that.... Are you sure you want to do this? Are you sure this is the right thing to do?”

Your boyfriend whirled around at that. And for some reason, your mind began to sing the National Anthem once more.

My L’Manburg My L’Manburg

“Don’t flake out on me now, Y/n. We’re so incredibly close. We’ve come this far together. You can’t possibly be thinking of abandoning me?” His eyes narrowed dangerously, sending ominous shivers down your spine.

My L’Manburg My L’Manburg

“No! Of course not! I just think it would... make sense if you... thought about this some more,” you stammered, desperately fumbling for the right words.

Wilbur stepped toward you suddenly and you flinched backwards. He didn’t seem to notice - or care. “Y/n, if you don’t support me in this plan, I have no choice but to kill you. You know too much. And yes, I do remember that you’re on your last life. That changes nothing.”

Your thoughts froze, so did you. Never, did you expect him to go this far. Sure, you’d been aware of the fact that he was slowly becoming insane for weeks, but threatening your life? That was something you could never prepare yourself for.

You were trapped. Either way, you were pretty sure you’d die. If you agreed, the explosions would kill you. If you didn’t, Wilbur would. 

For freedom and for liberty our nation sought to build on these a victory for all under our freedom

“I’m going through with the plan, Will. We’re going through with it.”

Well the darkness came and then it went we built a home and watched it sink and from the rubble emerged my great-

Once again, the anthem in your head was interrupted. This time by Philza. Philza Minecraft. Your boyfriend’s father.

Your heart raced as it realized how close to pressing the button Will had been only heartbeats before. Philza and Wilbur were having a whole debate in the background. It was only when your name was called that you snapped out of your trance.

“Y/n?” Will asked softly, placing a hand on your shoulder.

Your head snapped up. “Yes?”

You almost shut down at the sad acceptance in Wilbur’s eyes. Had it worked? Had Phil really talked him out of pressing the button and triggering the tnt?

“Phil here has convinced me that maybe the button isn’t worth pressing.”

Hope sprung in your chest. It spread its wings.

My L’Manburg My L’Manburg My L’Manburg My L’Manburg

Your boyfriend leaned down to hug you, head resting on your shoulder as his back faced Phil. You were just about to hug him back when his whispered voice reached your ears, making you shiver.

“It’s all up to you now, Y/n.”

He straightened and left the Button Room, but not before giving you a pointed glance. 

With bloodied hands and weakened knees.

Your body felt frozen, pinned by impossible choices. By the future and the past.

“Y/n?” Philza’s concerned voice carried across the cave. “Are you okay?”

You scrambled for a convincing enough excuse. “Y-yeah. I just need a moment. Today has been... rough.” None of that was a lie.

With a slight furrow of his brows, Phil nodded. He began walking away.

Our people rose like the phoenix

You stopped him, though. “Philza.”

He turned around.

Our empty fields and canals ‘round L’Mantree

“There was a saying, Phil, by a traitor, once a part of L’Manburg.”

Phil didn’t know how to react. He just nodded, clearly uncomfortable with the atmosphere, the tension.

With sweat and tears we armed our ranks we laid foundations in our land

“Have you ever heard of Eret?”

Once again, Philza only nodded.

You could feel your body heat up with anticipation. The moment was nearing.

And from every lips for here up to infinity

“Yeah, he had a saying, Phil.” You felt your fingertips ghost the surface of the button.

We sing L’Manburg We sing L’Manburg We sing L’Manburg We sing L’Manburg

“It was never meant to be.”

~-~-~-~-~-~-

Wilbur Soot was too busy smiling at the series of explosions going off behind him to realize the fact that you were dead.

And even when those around him cried as they mourned your death, not a single tear streaked down his cheek. No pang of sadness or remorse was felt by this man who had strayed too far down the path of insanity.

Perhaps once, he would have torn up the world looking for a way to revive you. But that Wilbur was long gone. That Wilbur was the one you’d fallen for, the one you’d follow to the ends of the server.

But you’d failed to realize that the Wilbur of today was not the Wilbur you loved. And that mistake turned out to be fatal.

[eclairslein]

Why Technoblade is an unreliable narrator

I’ve seen a lot of viewers idolizing c!Technoblade and saying it didn’t make sense that Tommy left him in the end. I watch Technoblade’s streams, but also everyone else’s. I think there’s a lot of overlap in viewers who idolize him and those who don’t have any context other than what comes from his character’s POV. As someone who has watched all POV’s here is why I disagree that “Technoblade has done no wrong” “Techno helps everyone and just gets betrayed” and “Tommy backstabbed Techno!”

I disagree with all of these statements and I don’t think c!Technoblade is a victim despite his personal monologue insinuating that. Let’s start at the beginning.

Technoblade joined to help Wilbur and Tommy with the intention of taking down Shlatt. He preached for anarchy and chaos. Although he was clear about the from the beginning, the people he was allied with didn’t agree with that. Wilbur was driven to that point AFTER Technoblade had already been allied with them. Tommy NEVER wanted to “destroy all government” his goal was always just to take down Shlatt and return to his home. Technoblade ignored the wishes of his only two allies and continued to entertain the idea in his own head of completely destroying L’Manberg. That was never an agreement, he made that decision on his own AGAINST the will of his only friends, Tommy and Wilbur.

Technoblade, on the other hand, was keeping secrets from them. He had withers prepared before they even put Tubbo in charge. Behind all of their backs he conspired with Wilbur and DREAM to destroy L’Manberg just as soon as they’d won it back. That is betrayal. No one betrayed Technoblade because they never promised him anarchy in the first place.

This is where his narration becomes unreliable. In his speech he brings up making all the gear for his new allies and then them betraying him when they used that gear to take back L’Manberg. He called that a betrayal even though it was CLEAR FROM THE BEGINNING WHAT THEIR INTENTIONS WERE ( the beginning being when Quackity and the others joined Pogtopia to help Tommy and the intentions being stopping L’Manberg’s destruction by Wilbur and ending Schlatt’s administration ). Technoblade calling this a betrayal is delusional.

The second thing his character is unreliable about is his “retirement.” When Technoblade set withers upon L’Manberg he caused pain and destruction, but also ultimately committed crimes against L’Manberg. He also vowed to them before disappearing into the wilderness that he would continue to destroy the government. When the Butcher Army arrived at his doorstep asking to answer for his crimes he claimed to be in retirement. Fleeing from a crime scene and then not committing crimes for awhile doesn’t excuse you from the original crime. Butcher Army coming for Technoblade was not entirely unreasonable the way c!Technoblade paints it to be. Technoblade was a war criminal and a threat and it made perfect sense for them to pursue him. Putting Phil under house arrest crossed a line, but going after Technoblade was not unreasonable for L’Manberg to do.

As for Technoblade’s relationship with Tommy in particular this is something that c!Technoblade is completely deluded about. Pogtopia days, Tommy did consider Technoblade a friend. The one thing that changed that was when Technoblade worked with Wilbur and Dream to BLOW UP LMANBERG. The ONE THING Tommy fought for, at least at the time. Technoblade dropped Tommy as soon as he realized that working with Wilbur and Dream (behind the backs of Tommy and everyone else) would get him his personal goal of anarchy. He betrayed Tommy first when he made that decision.

When Tommy holed up in Technoblade’s basement, Tommy stayed because Techno told him that he’d help him get the discs back. But Tommy was clear with Techno the whole time that he didn’t want to do anything to hurt Tubbo. Tommy always said no to plans that would hurt Tubbo, Technoblade would brush him off constantly and say things along the lines of “we’ll work out the details later.” Tommy never budged on not wanting to hurt Tubbo, despite Technoblade’s constantly insisting that Tubbo is bad and didn’t care about Tommy.

Technoblade was breeding anger and feelings of betrayal in Tommy in trying to convince him his best friend didn’t care about him, the same thing Dream was doing the weeks before while Tommy was in Logstedshire. Convincing Tommy that he didn’t really belong in L’Manberg was the only way to make him pliable and useful to both Technoblade and Dream. By pushing on Tommy that he should leave his friends (L’Manberg) behind, they were turning him into a bad guy. A person only motivated my personal gain (the discs) and that cares for no one.

After threatening Fundy, Technoblade told Tommy that he finally had respect for him. Finally believing that Tommy didn’t care about his old friends in L’Manberg anymore and was solely motivated by the discs, he revealed his plans to destroy L’Manberg. Tommy never agreed to this and was frankly horrified that what happened between him and Wilbur was happening again. He had no where to go and stayed with Technoblade but expressed clear discomfort in Techno’s plans to destroy L’Manberg.

Now for what Techno calls “Tommy’s final betrayal.” When Tommy stands by Tubbo at the community house and leaves Technoblade. To show why this was completely justified on Tommy’s part I’m going to draw comparisons to one of my favorite works of fiction: Avatar The Last Airbender. At the end of Book 2: Earth Zuko betrays Iroh and returns with Azula to the Fire Nation. Zuko’s time there makes him realize that he cares more about doing the right thing and being the PERSON HE WANTS TO BE than staying with his family and hurting people. Tommy leaves Technoblade for the same reason Zuko leaves Azula. Tommy does not want to be the type of person that would stay with Techno.

Tommy and Tubbo were in a screaming match. After Tommy regurgitated line after line that Dream and Techno had been feeding him. “You left me to die!” and all that jazz about choosing L’Manberg over him. The thing that stopped it was Tommy saying “ Those discs were worth more than you ever were!” Everyone went silent. Tommy stopped everything and realized that he had become a deplorable person and he was saying things he didn’t really mean. Caring more about discs than his friendship w Tubbo was Dreams plan all along and exactly what Technoblade had been feeding him. Tommy dropped everything to stand by Tubbo because he was mature enough to realize that he was the farthest he had ever been from the person the wanted to be, and the closest to being the villains he had been fighting his whole life. Whether it was intentional or not, Technoblade was the person who drove him to become that person. Dream started it, but Technoblade finished the job.

Technoblade felt betrayed, Tommy left him. But it was the only thing Tommy could do and still hold on to the person he wanted to be. Tommy cares about his friends, Tommy has been with L’Manberg since the beginning and has always done what he could to save those he cared about even if it meant personal sacrifice. That’s who Tommy is. The Tommy that Technoblade wanted to be allies with was a person who would help hurt and destroy L’Manberg. Someone who cared more about discs than his lifelong friends. That Tommy never really existed, he was always uncomfortable with Technoblade’s revenge plans. If Technoblade really listened to Tommy, and cared about what he thought, he would know that Tommy could never be the cold heartless person that Technoblade could use to achieve his personal revenge on L’Manberg.

Ultimately, the Tommy that Technoblade needed to help him and/ or stand by and watch him destroy L’Manberg doesn’t exist. It goes against everything that has been established about who Tommy is and what motivates him. To stay true to himself, Tommy could not possible stay with Technoblade and become a stubborn, cold hearted, vengeful person.

That “betrayal” was the most mature decision Tommy has ever made in canon and I WONT STAND BY AND LET YALL SAY IT WAS UNJUSTIFIED JUST BECAUSE IT WASNT WAHT TECHNOBLADE WANTED.

Technoblade is a villain, just because he has a reason for wanting to blow up and destroy everything doesn’t make him a better person for it. He is not moral and never has been. His goal from the beginning has been taking something so many people cared about, L’Manberg, and destroying it because he, personally, is an anarchist. That is an ideology, but it is not the only one. Technoblade wanting to destroy L’Manberg is pushing his values onto others through force and makes him more of a tyrant than every leader of L’Manberg combined. He is flawed just like every other character. The difference that I see is that his character never reflects and admits any wrongdoing on his own part, only blaming others for not agreeing with him and ultimately leaving him.

[deathordemise]

Weirdly Specific Dream SMP themed Playlist

I have the tendency to zone out and daydream while listening to music so that combined with the Molotov cocktail that is my music taste, I present some Specified Bops, babey!!!

TommyInnit Has Main Character Syndrome And I’m Treating Him As Such

Little Lion Man - Mumford And Sons

Perseus - Unknown Brains

Brittle Bones Nicky- The Rare Americans

Ugly Faces - Watsky

Shut Me Up - Mindless Self Indulgence

Bakugo!- Kamil

Wilbur Reassuring Tubbo That He’ll Be Fine Under Schlatt’s reign

Community Gardens - The Scary Jokes, Louie Zong

Tommy and Tubbo!

My Blood- Twenty Øne Piløts

Lionheart- Of Monsters And Men

Brother - Kodaline

Some Feel-Good Karlnap :D

Mama Mia - Austin Weber

Ice Ice Baby - Vanilla Ice

GUY.exe - Superfruit

I like to imagine The Badlands going around like a carefree group of bandits

The Cult Of Dionysus - The Orion Express

Rebels - Call Me Karizma

Do It All The Time - IDKHBTFM

Aha! - Pentatonix

Bad and Skeppy,,,, just Bad and Skeppy,,, they hittin different

Immortals - Fall Out Boy

Work Song- Hozier

Twin Size Mattress- The Front Bottoms

Problems - Mother Mother

One Gold Star- Dodie

F-FundyWasTaken. Please. I love them .

Happy Together - Gerard Way

Two Time- Jack Strauber

Touch Tone Telephone - Lemon Demon

Good Old Fashion Lover Boy - Queen

Devils Backbone - The Civil Wars

Yellow- Coldplay

Fundy/Eret being accused of being the traitor

Burn The Witch - Shawn James

Eret being dethroned :(

Paper Crown - Alec Benjamin

Gogy, one the other hand, being crowned

King Of The Clouds- Panic! at The Disco

So Dream is God apparently

Christmas Kids - Roar

CHOKE- IDKHBTFM

Ruler Of Everything- Tally Hall

I liked to imagine this with Fundy, Niki and Tubbo While They Were Under Schlatts Rule

One Little Soldier- Regina Spektor

I just thought it would be funny cause like ‘Pogtopia’ and ‘Maburg’ and ‘L’Man-

Istanbul (Not Constantinople) - They Might Be Giants

Tommy confronting Wilbur

Death Of A Hero - Alec Benjamin

Rät - Penelope Scott

Stop pairing Techno with dark, intense music. He can have some fun with anarchy

Bang! - AJR

Turn The Lights Off- Tally Hall

Fuck It!- Days’n’Daze

Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

Wilbur in that room, all alone with the button and his thoughts.

The Room Where You Sleep - Dead Man’s Bones

Ben Bernake - Lemon Demon

Honey, I’m Home- GHOST

Devil Like Me - Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Bad Bad Things - AJJ

Niki and Fundy Have A Pog Platonic Relationship

Can’t Stand The Rain - The Rescues

Remeber Quackity And Schlatt Were Married haha. I do.

The Devil Wears A Suit And Tie -Colter Wall

Sober- FILDAR

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing- Set It Off

That in between of The Festival and The November War. L’manburg is tattered, torn and burnt but still standing.

Post Party Depression- Days’n’Daze

The Edge - Panicland

100 Bad Days - AJR

Viva La Vida - Coldplay

Cough It Out - The Front Bottoms

Aftermath Of The November War

Pompeii - Bastille

Dirty Paws - Of Monsters And Men

Our Bedroom After The War - Stars

Youth - Daughter

It’s Time- Imagine Dragons

I’m a slut for feedback, so lemme know what y’all think

[ramzawrites]

requesting an angsty fic where reader is schlatts kid and they have the same features as him, namely the horns so people avoid them because of what schlatt did, it leads to reader hating their horns and cutting them off/ ripping them out and someone finds them crying, covered in blood with their horns just on the ground or smth, set after schlatts death btw

A Painful Reminder - Dad!Schlatt and Reader - Part 1

Part 2

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Quackity, Niki, (mentioned) Schlatt, (mentioned) Techno

Warnings: self harm (destroying own horns with a blunt object), mention of blood, abondenment, depression, cursing

Series: an angst request!

Summary: Y/N is the child of Schlatt and after his death tried their best to deal with the grief. Hoping to connect with people only to painfully realize that their horns are a painful reminder to everyone for Schlatt’s rule and therefore try to stay as far as possible from them.

Words count: 2428

Authors Note: I hope this is fine! I struggled a bit with it and I think you can tell, I apologize for that. I’m honestly not that good with angst but if you enjoy it I’m happy!! Please give me feedback on how to get better at angst :o

I love you guys and please take care of yourself 💙

After Schlatt died and Pogtopia effectively won the war against Manberg only for the nation to get blown up by Wilbur, the people tried their best to rebuild with the help of Tubbo as the new president.

There was a new sense of hope that swept through the nation. They all suffered greatly to get to this place but this was a turning point for most. A time for healing. A time for rebuilding what was lost. A time for grief.

While Y/N spent most of their time building up their own home inside L’Manberg, they were struggling a lot with grief.

They mourned for the loss of the only parent they had in their life, Schlatt.

The president of Manburg, the tyrant that died surrounded by his enemies inside a van. The only parent of Y/N.

The relationship between the two was complicated to say the least. Deep inside they still loved their father but he brought so much pain and even bloodshed on people that they couldn’t in good conscience support him.

For the longest time they tried their best trying to persuade him, that he would change his way but he never listened. Either too full with his own ego or too drunk to care. The last straw that broke the camel’s back for Y/N was when Schlatt ordered Tubbo’s execution.

The emotions they felt while they yelled and wailed at Schlatt to stop this madness was still fresh in their mind whenever their thoughts lingered back to that day. Quackity had to  physically restrain and pull them back on Schlatt’s orders.

It was the moment they realized that there was no way for them to reach Schlatt anymore. He was set in his way and nothing could change that.

After their death to Technoblade’s blood lust during the festival, they ran away and spoke with Tommy. Y/N didn’t want to kill Schlatt but they saw in Pogtopia a chance to stop him. Make him see what he has done. Make him responsible for his actions.

Only this never came to pass. Schlatt died inside a dirty van. A heart attack or a stroke. Y/N didn’t know, nor did they care. He was dead either way.

While everyone was rebuilding and trying to fall back into a normal day to day life. Y/N was lost. They didn’t feel particularly close to anyone nor did the other seem to trust them. Their eyes were always drawn towards Y/N’s horns resting on their head.

During Schlatt’s rule they became somewhat of a symbol. A symbol for himself, for pain, for blood, for tyranny. So when Y/N walked around town the others couldn’t help but stare at these oh so similar horns that reminded them of a past best forgotten.

It made Y/N unsure of themself. It was a physical proof of their connection to their father. It was a double edged sword. In the past they loved that they inherited similar Hybrid traits like their father but now it was the reason why everyone seemed to avoid them.

The people wanted to move on but these damn horns pulled them back whenever their eyes fell on them. Y/N wasn’t stupid. They noticed this pretty fast.

Hell, if anything the funeral was the best proof for that. Bad tried his best to keep everyone under control and have a proper funeral but everyone was too busy celebrating. Talking about stealing his bones. Destroying a picture of him.

All while Y/N sat in the back. They had hoped they could use this funeral as a way to finally say goodbye, let go off the pain and regret but all this chaos just made them realize that the people will never properly accept them due to their relation with Schlatt.

Schlatt may have put all of the people through a horrible and unforgivable time but he effectively snuffed out any chance for Y/N to live a normal life between these people. This legacy of his for Y/N stung almost deeper than all the time he insulted them or flat out ignored them. It made them wonder if he ever realized what he did to his own child. Even if he did Y/N wasn’t sure he cared enough to do anything about it.

Y/N wrung their hands as they stood in front of Niki’s and Puffy’s flower shop. The money ready in their hands so this transaction could happen faster but even so they were too nervous to step in.

After some mental pep talk they finally slowly pushed the wooden door open. To their horror it begun creaking which made them wince. There was no way Niki hasn’t noticed them walking in seeing how she stood at the counter but still Y/N didn’t want to put more attention on themself than they absolutely had to.

“Oh.” Was all Niki said. She almost sounded disappointed. Y/N realized that she probably would have happily greeted anyone else coming into the shop but them.

Their eyes were glued to the ground. As they suddenly became overly aware of their horns, it felt like their weight increased immensely. Almost as if they tried to press down on Y/N. It made them feel as small and worthless as possible under the gaze of other people.

Y/N put the money on the counter as soon as they reached it “A full bouquet of purple hyacinth, please.”

“Alright.” Niki immediately moved away in order to make the bouquet ready. Though Y/N didn’t watch, they were now staring at the wood of the counter. Following he natural lines of it with their eyes as they patiently waited.

After a few minutes Niki placed the flowers in front of Y/N which pulled them out of their thoughts and made them look up. Niki forced a smile on but she still looked almost stern. Soft crevices building up as her eyebrows formed a painful frown.

“This is too much.” Niki begun pushing some of the money back towards Y/N but they shook their head.

“It’s a tip.”

Picking the flowers up into their arms they tried to put on a genuine smile before turning around to walk out of the shop.

Before they exited the shop they could hear Niki say a soft “Thanks.”

That was basically how every conversation with anyone went. Only short and the most necessary words. At first Y/N tried to start genuine conversation but they soon noticed how the others wouldn’t react. Just trying to get as fast as possible through this conversation. Their eyes always directed on Y/N’s horns.

After Y/N placed the flowers in front of Schlatt’s grave, like they did every week, they made their way towards the river.

Sometimes they would spend their time there since it’s a bit farther away from the city, so it was rare to see someone else hanging out there. Y/N mostly used this place to fish in peace. If they fished anywhere near the others their stares and frowns weighed too heavy down on them.

As they sat at the bank of the river, preparing their fishing line, their eyes fell unto their own reflection.

Dark circles adorned their eyes from their countless restless nights. Only falling asleep after hours of crying.

They couldn’t help but put the blame on their horns. Their god damn horns. Y/N hated them. Hated them so much. What would their life be like without them? Would the others still eye them so incredibly cautiously? Would they give Y/N a chance? After all Y/N was vocal about the fact that they didn’t support any of Schlatt’s decisions. For the longest time they tried to help the others through the hard times!

Yet, now as he was dead, they only showed Y/N the cold shoulder. If it wasn’t Y/N themself then the reason has to entirely lay on the horns. It was a too strong reminder of Schlatt.

A sob escaped Y/N’s lips. Tears now falling down their cheeks onto the green grass. No one was around so they didn’t mind crying loudly like this.

It was just so unfair. They did everything they could and yet all they reaped was disdain from the people and in a sick twist Y/N couldn’t even fault them for it. Whenever they saw their own reflection, their own eyes would be drawn to their dark horns after all.

Back in the day they were always happy looking at them but now they were the reason for Y/N being abandoned by everyone. They used to be somewhat good friends with Quackity due to his position as Schlatt’s Vice President and even he ignored them as soon as Schlatt was dead.

They had no one and at fault were these stupid, ugly horns.

Y/N let the fishing rod fall to the ground as they continued staring at their reflection. Trembling as they sobbed. Feeling so lonely with no way out.

What could they do? Put on a hat? There is no hat big enough to hide their horns. No, the horns had to go. There was no other way.

Shakily their hand snaked through the grass towards the water. Slowly submerging it into the ice cold liquid as the hand continued searching for something. As their hand landed on a stone that fit perfectly in their palm they held it in front of their face. Inspecting it.

As if to test it they softly tapped the stone against the tip of their horn. Their head moving with it. It felt weird. It didn’t hurt, of course, but it was still a weird feeling as the soft vibration traveled through it.

Letting out a shaky breath they reached back with their arm. The stone in an iron grip.

They hated this.

They hated everything about this but what could they possibly do? What could they do to get a proper chance at a normal conversation with Niki while buying flowers? A proper chance to talk with Quackity again, the man who was right there with them as all the bullshit happened.

All they wanted was a real chance to connect with people.

Y/N let out a sobbing scream as the stone collided with their horn, ripping off a good part of the tip.

It softly splashed into the water. Getting stuck between rocks, slowly rocking with the water stream.

“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” They stammered between sobs as they once again pulled their arm back in order to strike the horn again.

Again.

Again.

And again.

Their arm and hand hurt from constantly colliding with the hard material. A huge headache was now spreading through their head as they were sitting between broken pieces of what used to make up their horn.

But they weren’t done yet. The other side had to go as well.

With every new blow their whimpers would increase as well. At first a result of their hopelessness but it soon turned into an expression of pain. But they couldn’t give up. They had to keep going.

They had to get rid off this legacy Schlatt left them with.

After a particularly harsh blow they suddenly felt something warm slide down the side of their head.

Letting the stone fall down onto the ground they frantically stared at their own reflection in the water. It was blood.

Shocked they let out a shaky laugh. As much as it hurt and was horrible to look at, there weren’t any rest pieces of the horn resting on their head. So they picked the rock back up and with a blood curdling scream they slammed it into the other horn again, trying to get rid of the rest properly.

And it worked.

They were light headed from the pain, bleeding and crying but the horns were gone.

They were finally free of the curse.

“Finally.” They mumbled to themself only to finally take the time to rest and cry. They cried their god damn heart out. It was as if all the stress from the last couple of months finally jumped off their back.

Y/N’s back hit the soft ground as they slammed back, staring at the leaves up above them. Dancing with the wind and only occasionally giving away to the sun that was shining down on them.

Dark red blood staining the green grass. Their eyes growing heavier the more they continued to cry and hyperventilate. This pain is nothing. From this point on everything has to get better. It has to.

There was an audible gasp.

It wasn’t Y/N but they were too tired to look where it came from.

“Y/N? What the hell did you do? What happened? By Ender you are bleeding!” it was a male voice. Quackity? They weren’t too sure. Too delirious to tell.

Strong hands fell on their arms and pushed them up in a sitting position. Their head rolled back and they finally looked into Quackity’s pale face. So, they were right after all.

One of his arms went around their back in order to hold the crying Y/N upright as he took a better look at the wounds.

“I have to get you to someone who knows how to make healing pots. Maybe regeneration? Hell if I know. Did you do this? Your hands are covered in blood.” He was frantic.

Y/N shakily moved their hands up in order to grab Quackity’s hand that was holding their head in place and pushed it away from them, smearing his hand with their own blood “Don’t worry. I freed myself. The horns are gone. Now, you guys don’t have to be reminded of him anymore. We can all finally live in peace. No more reminders to him.”

Quackity’s eyes widened. His mouth opened up in an expression of pure shock. He hated that he could tell immediately what they meant exactly. After the war he did avoid them as much as he could. As Y/N said they, or rather their horns, reminded him too much of Schlatt and he needed time to heal but he never imagined this could lead to this.

He felt incredibly guilty. Realizing that he never really thought about what everyone’s behavior did to Y/N.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll find a way to help you.” His arm went under Y/N’s legs and with some straining he managed to get back up, holding them in his arms. Y/N leaned their head against Quackity’s chest, staining it with their blood in the process.

“See. It’s already working.” They whispered just before passing out.

“Fuck.” Quackity had to find someone who knew how to heal them as soon as possible. Jogging back into the city calling frantically out for help.