#<- the demons in question are wanting to see wilbur in make up
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cdreambur · 1 year ago
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can't stop thinking about dream putting make up on wilbur.
gentle hands on his chin to tilt his head up and apply gloss on his lips, blush on his cheeks, and shadow on his eyelids.
complimenting him all the time as soon as they're done, calling him pretty and beautiful and gorgeous.
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cdroloisms · 1 year ago
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Ok there are a lot of things I don't understand about Wilbur and Dream's interactions, but one of the main things that I don't quite get is the whole breaking into the prison and burning the disks with Tommy , like ok why was Wilbur so convinced that by threatening to kill himself he was gonna make Dream do what ever he wants ( burn the disks)
And well we can say that Dream was just agreeing to whatever the hell the wanted because he wanted them out of his living room ( and because he didn't need the disks) but like ,Wilbur didn't know that, what made him so sure that Dream wanted him alive especially after the prison break ( Dream didn't need his help anymore) to the point that he thought he could use it ( his life ) as leverage
Did Dream want to keep Wilbur alive, if so, then why? I don't know man, seems like the only person that would be losing in this situation is Wilbur himself.
I got more questions but like this is what confuses me the most. Idk just don't get it
Honestly I'm going to assume you know about these reddit posts, but while like I think that people should be able to draw their own conclusions to a text without strictly subscribing to what is said by the authors, like, cc!Dream and cc!Wilbur did give explanations behind what happened in this stream that I think are worth checking out: x x
A lot of people perceived cc!Wilbur's comment specifically as speaking for c!Dream in a way that was uninformed and therefore dismissed the post, which I think is...unwise? Like, cc!Wilbur literally says that he's posting from the perspective of his character's thought process, not an out of character word of god on what c!Dream actually values and believes. Further, he literally clarifies that his character isn't entirely correct and is an unreliable narrator.
But looking between the posts and looking at c!Dream's behavior, I mean. What we can say, rather definitively, that c!Wilbur was right about is that c!Dream didn't want to lose that feeling that he had leverage over c!Wilbur. Like, he's pretty damn desperate not to lose it, actually. c!Wilbur "believes that Dream has nothing if not himself"--a perspective that obviously leaves out c!Punz, considering c!Dream's secrecy in terms of this one particular ally, but is otherwise I mean. Like. Correct? cc!Dream emphasizes repeatedly that c!Dream doesn't want to lose "that feeling of control over Wilbur," that c!Dream's power over c!Wilbur is "just in his head," that he's holding onto it even though "it's seemingly gone after the exile reveal." The rest of the server's story only throws this in sharper relief--c!Wilbur literally fucking leaves the whole damn server and c!Dream is cowering in the prison worrying about him A MONTH LATER.
When c!Wilbur makes the assessment that c!Dream is going to hold onto the perceived leverage he has over c!Wilbur tightly, EVEN WHEN SAID LEVERAGE DOESN'T EXIST, to the point of doing almost everything c!Wilbur tells him to? He's 100% right. c!Dream doesn't want to break the illusion. When cc!Dream gives the two examples of what c!Dream wouldn't do, he mentions that c!Dream wouldn't "kill himself" or "give over the revive book," which, I mean. Is literally just saying the same thing twice. Which, again, just goes to show how far c!Dream is willing to go in order to keep holding onto a feeling of control, that--once again! Is emphasized by both ccs AND by the literal text (as we can see that c!Dream at no point is able to actually use the "leverage" he has over c!Wilbur from reviving him to do LITERALLY ANYTHING AT ALL) as not existing in any meaningful manner. This isn't a case of c!Wilbur having an inflated sense of self-importance or a case of him pushing his way into this conflict recklessly w/ a delusional belief that his pitch will work. This is a case of c!Wilbur (as is like, usually the case with him and c!Dream) reading c!Dream like an open book and getting exactly what he fucking wants by force, literally shouting down at c!Tommy and c!Dream until they both comply.
(And it's worth pointing out that like. This whole thing does have a visible toll on c!Dream. He's extra jumpy and defensive in the stream on the same day after Inconsolable Differences, says he went for a stroll outside the prison (something he basically Doesn't Do after he gets the prison back in Daedalus) explicitly to "keep his mind wandering," he bristles at the perception that he's being accused of a terrorist--the exact wording that c!Wilbur uses against him when he makes him write the book in the prison. c!Dream's behavior, while not yet pushed to the point where he starts lashing out in self-defense, was pretty obviously off as soon as c!Wilbur started making demands--he grows quieter, more still, visibly less comfortable--honestly, not at all unsimilar to certain behaviors that we saw in the prison arc.)
And I mean. At the end of the day. Why wouldn't c!Dream want some reason to believe that c!Wilbur would work with him? Why wouldn't he want some kind of leverage? The guy is pretty obviously worried about him, if not outright scared of him. He was ranking c!Wilbur with the likes of c!Sam and c!Quackity when he mentions him in the Finale, for god's sake. c!Wilbur was the person that first called him the tyrant that c!Dream ends up believing he has always been. c!Wilbur was the originator of L'manburg, which c!Dream blames for the literal loss of his home. c!Wilbur is like. Extremely charismatic, extremely good at convincing people that he's well-meaning, that what he's saying is right, that this-person-is-the-enemy and you-want-to-stand-for-freedom and that so-and-so is a cause worth dying for, isn't it. c!Dream was The-Man-That-L'manburg-Opposed from the minute that c!Wilbur decided so and this narrative would follow him literally for the rest of his life.
So yeah c!Dream wanted to keep c!Wilbur alive out of the delusional belief that doing so would mean he has leverage over him. Why he wants that leverage (even though he never uses it and the fact that it literally doesn't exist), I mean.
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baka-monarch · 1 year ago
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Okay, as an English major, I admit I probably should read things like Dracula and Frankenstein and Catcher in the Rye, but I don’t want to. All this to say, I don’t *quite* understand what a Frankenstein AU would entail, but I do know that in the book, the monster (I think you said he was called Adam? (Which the symbolism in that name is killing me)) was watching a couple? To be human? How would that work with Phil and Techno? Surely they would notice Dream sneaking around.
Also, Tommy being Dream’s creator is such a parallel to how Wilbur/Tommy set him on the path he took into DSMP. And Tubbo being the ‘sidekick’ who is more aware of the world and it’s changing seasons than the brilliant scientist fits the early SMP Tubbo but also is a foil to Snowchester Tubbo.
>:3
So basically in the book Adam ends up finding a secluded cabin in the woods and takes shelter in the family's (it's a whole family in the book) shed (which they never go into and is practically abandoned) where he watches the family through a little whole and slowly learns things like how to talk, how to read and write, what things are, what a family and what friends are ect
In my thing Dream is spotted and Techno and Phil decide to take him in (instead of chasing him off like what happens in the book when Adam revealed himself- also Adam actually chose that name for himself because he overheard the story of Adam and Eve while spying)
And yeeeeee with Tubbo I wanted him to be Henry especially since Henry is Victor's oldest and closest friend in the book- what I changed tho is that Tubbo helps with reviving Dream unlike in the book where Victor hides it from Henry
I'm thinking it's kind of like a ship of Theseus situation almost (heheh, yes that's purposeful) where Dream is Tommy's older brother and volunteered to let his body be Tommy and Tubbo's cadaver that they use to learn from in college if he is to die before they graduate (which they do) since around that time it was illegal to decimate dead bodies (hung murderers were the exception- but there wasn't enough so basically lots of heath school teachers paid the poor to grave rob for them- or the students would do it themselves)
So Tommy already wanted to test and see if he could create life with Tubbo's help, but having Dream's body already just kinda helps- but when he brings him back he's like "that's not Dream... He's possessed by a demon- what have we done!?"
And like the book he and Tubbo run (moreso Tommy's choice than Tubbo's) for their own safety and stuff
But like here's my thoughts, so either Dream's mind is weak and he's having trouble remembering how to be alive again and even recalling any memories from his life, or he's completely forgotten about his previous life and is stumbling around trying to learn things- which he is is a mystery, so the question is is this Dream or a completely new person entirely if he can't really remember who he was?
Idk if anything I said makes sense but yeh
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prrism · 2 years ago
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Hi! This is new for me, I’ve never done a request before (hope I’m doing it right), but do you think you can do Wilbur or BadBoyHalo for you next babysitter story? I adore a babysitter stories and I think you do a great job of having everyone in character and making them completely adorable 🥰
Awww ☺️ I’m glad you’re liking my babysitter!reader stories, they’re one of my favourites to write 😄 My mind instantly stuck to Bad with this idea. I might do Wilbur next (if I remember anyways 😅)
Shoulder Devil
Summary: A prank gone wrong leads to you watching the sweetest devil in existence…
Characters: Badboyhalo x Reader (feat. Skeppy)
Relationship: platonic
Pronouns: unspecified/kept neutral
It had been quite the day and you were hoping for a little sympathy from the world, alas you just can’t make such wishes when the door bursts open, Skeppy of all people waltzing in looking rather tense.
“Did you just kick in my door?” You look over at him unamused.
“Uhhh… no?” He gives an unconvincing smile before holding something out to you. “Here, I heard you’re good at this.” You take a step away from him.
“Whoa whoa whoa! How do I know you’re not trying to pull something on me. You have a reputation for that.” You eye him warily, he’s about to answer when whatever he was holding starts to squirm, making him lose his grip. Out of reaction you leap to catch it, looking down at the tiny, smiling devil, you then turn back to Skeppy with a raised eyebrow.
“So I may have tried pulling something on Bad while we were mining and somehow he became small.” Skeppy says nervously.
“This was intentional?” You question.
“No! This wasn’t supposed to happen I swear!”
“Explain then.”
“I was just trying to give him a scare, you know play a sound like there’s a creeper or zombie and have him panic a little, you know, the usual.” He chuckles at the memory before his expression drops a little. “One of those scares made him slip off a ledge, but he landed in this weird coloured moss so I thought he was fine. Then while we were leaving he got really quiet, I was about to make a joke about how scared he was but when I turned around he was like this!” Skeppy was on the verge of panicking by now.
“Alright, I get it. I’ll look after Bad until this wears of-”
“Thanks! You’re the best (y/n)! Bye!” And just like that Skeppy was out the door more chipper then ever, honestly you were pretty sure he just didn’t want to be on babysitting duty himself.
You sigh as you turn your attention back to the small demon that was currently playing with the sleeve of your shirt.
“I never thought I’d see the day where I’d be taller then you.” You joke getting Bad’s attention, you give him a small boop on the nose making him giggle and clap his hands happily.
Bad was extremely clingy, not that you were entirely surprised by this but you didn’t expect it to be this extreme. He’d follow, you everywhere gripping your leg when you’d take a pause or reaching up and making grabby hands for you to pick him up. Eventually you just set him on your shoulders while you moved around so you wouldn’t have to constantly pick him up and put him down again, plus you’re sure he appreciated the height. When outside, you let Bad play with one of the dogs you recently tamed, gave him something else to focus on and helped socialize your dog better too, win win. Of course you still kept a keen eye, after all past experience has taught you that the outdoors is where most of your mishaps seem to take place. Nothing goes wrong, you finish your tasks and bring Bad back inside without issue.
“It’s funny,” you start staring at him, Bad stares back with big, curious eyes. “You’d think a literal devil would be difficult to take care of and yet you’ve been the least troublesome kid I’ve had to watched. Thank you for that, by the way.” Bad gives you an adorable fanged smile in response. “You’re just a precious little thing aren’t you.” You coo at him, silently hoping you didn’t just jinx yourself.
You gave him some crayons and paper to colour with as well as a nice apple snack to peck at as he desired while you updated Skeppy on how things were going since he was constantly asking. There’s a sudden tug on your leg, you look over at Bad who’s holding up a picture of… well you weren’t exactly sure what it was, but he seemed to be proud of it so you do the natural thing and pin it up on your fridge for him. He then scurry’s back to the living room only to return a minute later with a book in hand, holding it out to you.
“Want me to read you a story?” You ask, he nods eagerly and you go to sit on the couch. It’s a small struggle but Bad manages to pull himself up and crawls onto your lap, leaning against you while you open the book and begin reading to him. “Once upon a time, there was a brave knight…”
You ended up reading quite a few stories to Bad, doing silly voices or being over dramatic to keep him entertained until he looked about ready to doze off, however, before he does the whirling sound fills your ears and you now had a sleepy, regular sized Badboyhalo leaning against you. You’re about to ask him to leave when he wraps his arms around you and places his full weight against you.
“Mmm hi.” He greets in a somewhat slurred voice.
“Hey.” You greet back awkwardly. “You mind getting off me and head ping back home?”
“No, this is fine.” He mumbles, you laugh at his still very childish behaviour.
“Come on. You normal again, you can go home and sleep.” You try getting up but his hold tightens, keeping you in place.
“Noooo… you make such a nice cuddle buddy.” He whines. “Just for 10 minutes. Please?” He did look about ready to pass out.
“Alright, 10 minutes it is.” You cave in with a sigh.
“Yay.”
“You know, for not being a kid anymore you sure are acting childish.” You chuckle.
“But it’s fun being a kid, even as an adult.” Bad’s voice is barely above a whisper now.
“True… man Skeppy’s going to be so jealous about this.”
“Then don’t tell him…” He trails off, having finally passed out, you following suit not long after him, the both of you enjoying your short power nap.
If there’s anyone else you’d like to see in this series, don’t be shy to let me know, you can even repeat characters if you’d really like 😁
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bansq · 4 years ago
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Here is my epic sbi (+others) ghost au thingy!
(Part 1 is up now!)
Featuring:
Dumb (alive) teenagers Tommy & Tubbo.
Techno as the not-so-friendly neighbourhood demon who just wants to sleep but these weird kids won't leave him alone.
Ghost Wilbur who realizes that Tommy can see him and decides The Only Reasonable Thing is to annoy him as much as possible.
Grim reaper Phil who's just trying to do his job by taking Wilbur to the afterlife but oh no that's not gonna work out (also him and Techno are bros).
AND Ranboo! Is he a demon? I don't know! It's okay though, he doesn't know either. Tubbo finds him in a ditch and they become friends because I said so.
Demon hunter (?) Dream. He's not an actual hunter (at least not yet), but it's been a tradition in his family and he wants to honor that.
I imagine it starting like a basic Goosebumps book (lmao) with Tommy moving to a new house and meeting his new neighbour Tubbo. Friendship happens. Basically Tommy drags Tubbo in his mess.
The new house is kind of weird so they investigate and uh oh! There's a demon! Who would have guessed? They manage to mess up with some occult stuff and now see dead people, as you do.
Techno was just hibernating while waiting for his buddy Phil to come over but now these two idiots are being loud so the only solution is to freak them out until they leave. A conversation is totally out of question, that would be ridiculous.
When Tommy goes to school he meets our favourite ghost boy, who starts following him around and making fun of him. He also meets Dream who's like a demon... hunter? Anyway Dream wants to exorcise Techno but don't worry, they'll become friends. Probably.
Tubbo, while walking down the street, sees Ranboo freaking out and suddenly demons don't seem so scary anymore. He takes the shaken dude home and gives him apple juice or something to cheer him up. Friendship.
Ranboo has absolutely no idea what's going on. He doesn't know where he is or what he is and oh boy does that stress him out! Maybe he's been kicked out of the hell dimension or something.
Phil comes over to Techno's house to hang out but oh fuck, there are children there. Techno must be scarred for life. He meets Wilbur and struggles between doing his job and letting Wilbur be his ghostly self.
This is just a vague idea and I have no writing skills (or interest in writing an actual story) but I might draw some more things for this and try making it a thing! ALSO if you like,, have ideas for this feel free to add them :>
(also the blue means nothing, I just wanted to try it lol)
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jkknight98 · 3 years ago
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Is this really a Upgrade?
Here’s the Sequel to Cell upgrade requested by tallstar27, I tried to keep to the original ideas that we talked about in your ask, but I could not stop myself from making Sam more of a monster (he is half hostile mob after all). I hope you all enjoy this story and remember to drink water and eat something today~ Warnings: soft vore, talks of torture, biting, talk of digestion, fear of death, dehumanization, self hatred and motions of a mental breakdown. 
Sam grumbled quietly to himself as he listened to Quackity rant on and on about his issues with Wilbur, oh how he wished the smaller man would just admit his feelings and go off with the smoker, that way he could leave him alone for once. Why couldn’t he bother Foolish or any of the other members that he forced to be here, and why did he have to be the one to listen to his rants….If it wasn’t for the damn cat he started to keep around he would have swallowed the twitchy duck hybrid ages ago and got revenge for all the shit he had been put through…the thought of seeing that scarred face change from smugness to fear would be so satisfying. He started to salivate slightly as he wondered how his employer would taste, would he taste similar to chicken since he was a duck hybrid..or have the same musky taste that Dream has.. His mussing was cut off when the damn cat came into the room and jumped onto Quackity’s desk, purring lowly as it pressed its calico head into his formerly waving hand before it turned to stare at Sam, it always seemed to know when his mind drifted towards those thoughts and would stand guard over its owner. It was extremely frustrating as his hackles rose up as the cat laid across the desk,” If you don’t need me here I would like to leave Quackity, you know I can’t stand that… thing.``
The dark-haired man looked down at the cat with a soft expression, as soft as the scarred face could look, and began to pet the thing as it started to purr louder,” come now Sam, I know that your only half creeper, but even you can’t hate my little Eriella could you?” The smug look that graced the man’s face enraged Sam more as the cat leaned into the scratching fingers, giving a low purr that made his own chest rumble with a threatening hiss, but when the battered hands waved at him dismissively he stopped,” You can leave Sam, I know you want to go back to your empty den, I don’t know why you prefer to stay there instead of here..” The question was left unanswered as Sam stood to leave, making his way out of the office not in a quick manner, but fast enough to get away from that damn purring that sounded from behind him. He placed a hand over his upper stomach as it gave a low rumble..which was followed by a more demanding roar from his lower stomach, of course thinking about swallowing Quackity would make him hungry, but he had the perfect solution for this. The growing thought made him salivate more behind his mask as he moved into more of a steady trot as he grew closer to his portal, his ‘den’ as Quackity called it wasn’t truly empty, he always had a handy snack sealed away and warmed just for him. He could easily find a way to enact his ‘punishment’ to Dream, he knew that Bad had been coming lately to give him better food, the demon had been more sympathetic as of late which he had originally found annoying, but now it could be used as an opportunity. He knew what type of food he would try to bring to Dream, he actually had a few pieces he confiscated last time, and now he just had to get back to his prison.
Dream looked up sharply when he heard the sound of the food drop, instead of the normal raw potatoes that he always managed to char when attempting to cook them in the lava, it was a piece of steak. He knew it wasn’t Sam since the warden had taken these away before and punished him for having them, it had to be one of the other guards that sometimes visited, possibly Bad as he was always the more sympathetic type. Though as much as he wanted to quickly eat the steak or try to hide it, he made no serious move to do so… he knew what would happen when it was found, he would be punished again. He hated how much he wanted these punishments, how he slowly learned what actions got him what he wanted.. And the ones that ended with him spitting up blood and nursing his newest bruises, it made him want to rip out his hair. Why was he becoming so dependent on the feeling of being eaten by Sam, why did he seek comfort from one of the people who hurt him the most, it made no sense at all. This wasn’t the type of attachment he ever wanted. He should be terrified of being in the Warden's stomach.. He could easily be digested by the hybrid and there would be no way to come back from that, there would be nothing left to be revived.
He couldn’t help the panic that started to overtake his senses as he looked out into the lava wall before him, why did he have to be alone again and had to depend on Sam for minimum contact.. Fuck he really missed Techno. The piglin hybrid was extremely annoying at times, but he was also one of the few people that Dream could actually rely on. He definitely needed to find a way to get another favor from the man. His hand slowly wrapped around the red fabric he had tied to his wrist, Quackity had torn part of Techno’s cape when he tried to kill him and Dream had found it after all of the excitement had ended, it now was the only normal object of comfort he had in this infernal hellhole. His breathing thankfully got more controlled as he stroked the velvety fabric, his thoughts becoming more grounded as he mentally turned away from his conflicted feelings, he was fine.
Dream snapped his head upwards when he heard the lava wall mechanism rumble, his heart starting to race as he knew what was happening, the lava wall was starting to lower. Dream couldn’t stop himself as he scrambled to stand in one of the corners, watching as the lava lowered and he could see Sam waiting on the other side standing on the platform (He had fixed the platform to move without needing a second person or having Dream come to him) mask and chest armor already removed as the black eyes stared hungrily at him; seems like one of those days. He didn’t move as the platform drew closer and the warden stepped into his prison and over to him, watching as the eyes slid away from his form to focus on the piece of steak where he had thrown it,” I thought I told you that you can’t have luxuries like this…seems like you deserve to be punished again.” Dream could only give a low groan of pain as one of Sam’s front legs slammed into his chest, forcing him to the ground as the hybrid leaned over to pick up the steak and place it into his inventory before turning back to look at him. Here comes the punishment.
Sam didn’t even try to hide his satisfied smirk as he watched the smaller man cower beneath his foot, it was exactly the power trip he needed after the sucky day he had, he took pleasure in the low wheeze that came from the man as he pressed harder before lifting away. He grabbed the man’s wrists before he could recover and lifted him upwards, as fun as it was to eat the man hands first, there was something so satisfying about having the man watch himself being eaten against his will. He looked towards the water cauldron and quickly dunked the Dream, smirking as the now sodden man sputtered and tried to shake the water from his lengthy blond hair, but Sam lifted the man again as he took both feet into his mouth, clamping his teeth onto the ankles as he used his tongue to taste the meaty flavor he had been craving for days. He ignored the thrashing legs as he continued to taste and pulled the feet into his throat as he moved to taste the calves, taking a sharp nip to the skin when Dream tried to pull away, hissing lowly in a clear threat. He would not be deterred by anything..so when Dream tried to pull away again when Sam was up to his waist, He bit down hard enough to draw a pained yelp from the man, sure to leave a nasty ring of bruising that would make movement difficult.
Dream knew that the nasty bite was his own fault, he normally didn’t try to fight this much since he learned quickly that it was useless, but Sam seemed way more irritated today and it really scared him. He didn’t dare speak though as the moment he opened his mouth the teeth pressed down again in warning as the creeper glared at him, he definitely wasn’t in the mood for anything to distract him. He clearly wanted nothing more than to get Dream down to ease whatever sour mood he was in, so Dream stayed as quiet as he could. He did whimper when Sam reached his throat and the teeth scraped over the delicate skin, would today be the day Sam decided he had enough of watching over him and would end it all with one quick slam, but it thankfully wasn’t as one of the hand pressed his head into the maw. It wasn’t long before he was shoved into the cramped upper stomach, the walls clenching tightly around him as the warden let out a low belch, but the loud heart was comforting to hear. He flinched when he felt a hand press harshly into him, clearly trying to goad him into moving more than he already was, he already had to shift less to get comfortable since he was swallowed feet first, he whined as he had already got into a comfortable position..
Sam was slightly surprised with how much quicker Dream calmed down when he was finally swallowed…he guessed it was only a matter of time before this happened, not to say this didn’t annoy him. He wanted more of that feeling of power over his prisoner, it didn’t feel satisfying in the slightest, he pressed his hand roughly into the lump to try and force some movement from his captive and only received pathetic wriggling,” Getting comfortable Dream.. let's see if we can fix that.” He opened his inventory to pull out the steaks he already had and the one he picked up in the cell. He had never eaten actual food with Dream inside, but he was confident he could move the man further down before any real damage happened to him. It would be good practice. He began to eat the first steak as he walked back to the platform, wanting to be back in his room for when this was over and he could sleep. He smiled in his eating as he felt the first confused squirming as the first steak joined Dream, and got more panicked as he continued to eat. He had eaten about four pieces of steak when he felt his upper stomach trying to become more active, squeezing the very panicky Dream more roughly as it was fighting against his control in order to process its contents, but he wouldn’t let it do that just yet. He couldn’t dispose of the man despite initially wanting to, he would lose his unique stress reliever, and death would be too good of a punishment for the smaller man. “ Not so comfortable now is it Dream..,” he paused to listen to the man’s pathetic whimpering, relishing in the sound and how he could almost imagine Quackity in his place,” but I won’t be taking your life today.” He then began the rhythmic pressing on his distended stomach, the organ slightly upset that it was losing its potential meal, but as his hands pressed down on the still thrashing lumps; they shrunk. The warmed skin of his torso soon shrank from being distended to only being slightly rounded, seems like he managed to keep some steak, while his lower stomach let out a contented rumble at being filled again. It still didn't look like he had eaten a full-grown man, but he could still feel every frantic movement on the inside. It felt nice to have both of his stomachs filled for once as he let his control over the upper stomach release, the organ violently churing away at the meat left inside it, and no doubt very audible to the lower stomach.
Dream panted harshly as he moved to press himself as far away from the entrance to the upper stomach as possible, he could hear the stomach churning away at the meat he had managed to push away from himself. Sam had thrown him off with his wording and he had really thought that the first bit of steak was a joke, but he got really scared when more meat joined him in the cramped upper stomach. The stomach really wanted to digest him as it had become way more active than it ever was in his previous visits, the walls becoming bruisingly tight with their squeezings as they clearly wanted to break him down, and the noises became much louder. He really became terrified for his life when a slimy substance outside the normal one that was slowly entering the stomach and was mildly itchy when his skin came into contact with it, but he was thankfully passed into the larger stomach. He slowly began to wrap his arms around himself to calm his shaking, but as he did he realized something, his wrist was bare. He scrambled around the lower stomach trying to find the fabric, completely ignoring the curious hum from Sam as he searched, but then looked in despair towards the upper stomach. He couldn’t stop the tears.
Sam gave a low belch as he listened to Dream cry, it seemed like his scare worked and his stress relief wouldn’t be so comfortable next time, but he did frown when he felt something on the back of his tongue. He reached into his mouth and grimaced when a scrap of red fabric slightly bleached by acid was dangled from his fingers, but he only shrugged and threw it back into the cell as the platform moved, it wasn’t anything important as far as he cared. The only thing he focused on was the delicious swaying from his lower half as he made his way to the bedroom he made off the warden office, it probably was his best decision after he started his punishments, though this would be the first time he slept through the night with him. The bed felt amazing as he laid back across it, Dream’s weight was placed against his lower spin and the nerves got newly stimulated as the man thrashed inside. He sighed happily in bliss as he hoped Dream would be smart enough not to struggle to keep him awake, Sam was never a morning person, and less sleep would not make things easier for the prisoner.
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Dream could only watch in dismay as he watched the netherite blocks stay up as Sam began to place dyed glass with alarm wiring, he hadn’t been released for long and he was already being sealed away again, only much tighter. “ Why the glass now Sam?” He really didn’t want to know the reason for this, he was still exhausted from staying up for almost the entire night in the Taurs stomach, he was still too terrified to sleep. The muscles of the lower stomach were deceptively soft and the warm darkness would have led most people to fall asleep right away, but the sounds of the still active upper stomach kept him awake the entire time as he waited to see if the lower would become just as active. He watched as Sam just smiled as he continued to work, the warden started to not wear his mask around him, Dream figured that it was to make him more scared of him. It was working after that night..
“ You know those display cases that hold lobsters in certain restaurants, they use those to keep the lobsters inside fresh and alive, but there’s another reason,” Dream backed further into the wall as the black eyes stared into his with still rampant hunger,” It also allows the customer to find the one they want to eat.” The warden just laughed as he placed the last block and turned to leave, not paying him any mind as he traveled back across the platform and pulled the lever for the lava wall to fall back into place, leaving him to his newest level of solitude. Dream knew this glass would do nothing to stop Sam if he wanted to eat him again.. Even with his still present fear, he wouldn’t mind it to get away from this new entrapment. 
His eyes caught a small bit of red that stood out against the black and purple of the crying obsidian, it was the scrap of Techno’s cape he thought was lost, it definitely looked worse for wear . It was just out of his reach as he placed his hand against the glass, at least it was still in one piece though, he could go to sleep with that small bit of comfort.
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Dream didn’t know what time it was when he woke up, but he could only sigh as he stood up and walked towards the glass wall to begin his normal pastime, counting all the yellow spots in the lava flow ( he did red last time so it was time for a change). He got to three hundred and six before he thought he saw the lava darken in one spot… he really thought he was going crazy and hallucinating when a dog of all things appeared from the flow, shaking off the droplets of lava across the floor and walls. He nearly yelled when a droplet hit the cape scrape and caused it to smolder, but the words stuck in his throat when a cloven hoof shot out of the lava and landed on it, his eyes traveled up the heavily armored body until they met with the bright red ones of a certain piglin hybrid.
The hybrid gave a wiry smile as he fully stepped from the lava and stood in front of the glass barrier,” Hello there, Long time no see.”
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vixkoidy · 4 years ago
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Hello ppl of Tumblr, it is I, someone who hasn't used this app in forever!
I come baring the gifts of sbi + beeduo dragon au !!
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I feel like I just wanna explain it all in one post and if you happen to follow me for more I can answer any questions y'all have!!
First- character relationship sheet for SBI!
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Techno not trusting Phil?!? The horror!
Well you see, Techno, Wil, and Tommy have been living on their own together for ages. They world they live in is unkind to dragons, making them out to be demons when rlly they don't want their homes destroyed.
Phil is an ex dragon hunter who is only still alive cause of the healer pendant she left behind when she left years ago. Techno and Wilbur are desperate enough to let him heal Tommy- who has fallen I'll (he's always been sickly when he was younger).
Yes, they would all die for Tommy :)
Heres sketchy size chart-
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They all have human forms unless stated otherwise :D
Heres younger Tommy human with current Techno :)
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They're traveling to what's called the Safe Haven, it's over mountains said to be made made by gods- if you get over them a safe haven for dragons can be found. It's a dangerous trip, even for flying dragons.
Dragon sbi never took the journey as Tommy was always to sick. They have no choice now the he's relapsed- they can't go back to where they were hiding before, they have to continue forward. Which means kidnapping Phil to have him help take care of Tommy as a healer.
Beeduo
Honestly these fuckers should get a spin off of their own story cause it's wild.
To put it simply, Ranboo was imprisoned, Tubbo set him free and now they're besties. Platonic soulmates if you will. Bonded for life.
Tubbo is now a self proclaimed dragon rider
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Micheal is here as well :D undead dragon bb they picked up from smugglers (after kicking their ass).
Anyway I'm fairly certain that's all I have for now, I'm planning out the ch for a fic currently :D
Have the rough Wilbur dragon design for your troubles.
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accio-slytherout · 4 years ago
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Mischief Managed
Concept by @helliontherapscallion
Pairings: p!sbi x reader, p!dreamXD x reader, c!Philza x reader (could be taken as platonic/romantic)
characters: TommyInnit, Ph1lza Minecraft, Wilbur, Technoblade, Captain Puffy
mentioned characters: Fundy
Warnings: Fighting, blood, swearing, pranks, trickery (?), shouting (tell me if I missed anything!)
in game dsmp!au
summary: Reader is the god of mischief and trickery. After catching up with their old friend and his family, they got into a fight with the god of the server, dreamXD.
Not proofread
note: reader does not act like peeves! sorry in advance! i really liked this concept, i just had to write it. i put more effort into this than i did on my social studies essay. was fun to write :D straying from canon lore! I was not sure how to write dreamXD's text, so i wrote it in normal text! i am not very good and pranking, and not that creative or smart on those kind of things, so I will not really specify what is going on in the pranking.
flachbacks in italic
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(Y/N) was just skipping around the forest, looking for flowers to make some dye when they stumbled upon a boy that was picking some red flowers.
"WHAT THE F*CK" he shouted with a strong British accent. "Who the f*ck are you?" he continued. "Well who are you child?" they retorted.
"WHAT THE- IM NOT- THE FU- IM NOT A F*CKING CHILD IM A BIG MAN" the 'Big Man' as he called himself retorted, stumbling over his words. He heard a very mischievous laughter come out of the random person he stumbled upon, and he chose to put up the angriest face he could and crossed his arms.
"The name's (Y/N). How about you, big man?" they finally replied with a slight mocking tone. "Tommy. What are you doing here? I've never seen you around before." answered Tommy.
"I'm looking for some dye, so I can dye Fundy's fur" they replied, rather mischievously? Well, point is, Tommy's eyes lit up at the mention of pranking the fox. "Could I maybe help you?" he replied with an equally mischievous tone.
Thats how a friendhip started. They caused pure havoc around the server. Pranking the first person they thought of. They were laughing their butts off on the bench.
"TOMMYINNIT YOU STOP RIGHT THERE!"
Panic rose in their chests as they slowly swallowed and turned around. There stood Captain Puffy looking very angry... with bright pink covering her entire body. They tried their best to hold in their laughter, as she did not look very intimidating.
Yet, Tommy could not help but to start laughing loudly. That pushed (Y/N) over the edge and started laughing hysterically, and they swore they saw Puffy crack a smile at the sight.
"Im- sor- sorry-" he said inbetween his laughter. They both tried their best to stop laughing, and after a while, they did.
Puffy let out a sigh, and said "Tommy, I will get you back. I am warning you." with a glint of amusement in her eyes. Tommy seemed to have sobered up at the thought and looked scared. Puffy left with a wave and headed to her home to probably clean up.
"That was funny though." he said out of the blue. That started another round of laughter to go throught them.
"Say, (Y/N), how old are you?" Tommy asked after they have both calmed down. "I'm the god of mischief and trickery. I'm and immortal being. I am centuries old, kid." they answered.
"Really? That's quite pog! Did you know my father is also immortal? You might know him, name's Philza, Angel of Death. Does that ring a bell?" he rambled, ignoring the fact that they had just called him kid.
(Y/N) was ecstatic at the idea of being able to meet with their old friend again, but decided to say "HECK YEAH! I GET TO MESS WITH HIM AGAIN!" as to hide their feelings. They were the god of trickery after all. They had an image to uphold.
Tommy decided to go take them to Phil. Bad idea. As they reached the door of Phil's cottage, Tommy just burst into the house without knocking.
"Phil~ I'm baack~" Tommy called in a sing-song tone. Phil just said "Welcome back" in a monotone voice from the kitchen without looking.
As he was preparing supper, he heard Techno shout from the living room "TOMMY WHO ON EARTH IS THAT?!". Millions of thoughts start rushing through his head. Who could Tommy have brought with him? He ran out of the kitchen and went to see for himself who it was.
The scene in front of him just made him want to be buried 6 feet under the ground. There it was, His two oldest sons looking at the door from the bottom of the stairs and his youngest son, standing next to the person he hated the most. (Y/N).
They were walking through the forest. Phil felt something touch his shoulder. He turned around, raising his sword as he was startled. There they were, (Y/N), making the weirdest face possible.
"For f*ck's sake (Y/N)! stop it!". That only made them laugh more. "You should have seen your face!" they said inbetween laughter.
The man loathed them. He just wanted to leave them there, in the middle of nowhere, for this was not the only thing they have done in the past hour of adventuring. He, however decided to ignore them, for his heart could not bear the idea of leaving his companion alone.
"Long time no see, Philza." they said with a smirk. "Kill me already" he groaned. That was the only thing that came out of his mouth.
After Phil had supper with his family and the devil- sorry, unexpected guest, he went to clean up as his sons sat in the living room with (Y/N).
"So you're immortal?" said the oldest boy that they learnt was called Wilbur. They nodded as a reply, and he just said "Thats so cool!"
"I have read about you before, however, seeing you, I don't think the book described you correctly. Could you, possibly tell me more about your tricks and stuff?" Technoblade's monotone voice had a slight tone of curiosity and amusement while asking the question.
So they did. They told the boys about their stories. As they finished, they realised that Wilbur and Tommy had fallen asleep and Techno was half paying attention to them.
"You should go to sleep. Both of you. It's quite late already." A voice said behind her. "I'm a god, Phil. I don't need sleep." they retorted as they turned around, looking at the man.
"Suit yourself." he shrugged. He opened his mouth to tell his son to go to sleep, but he realised that his son, in fact was already asleep. He shook his head and got some blankets to lay above his sons. "I guess you can stay the night. It's late anyways" he spoke before (Y/N) could say anything and he left to go to his room. Huge mistake.
Philza minecraft was having a good sleep, when he heard a scream from the living room. He panicked, as his mind made up the worst scenarios possible. As he rushed downstairs, he saw Wilbur with bright pink hair, Tommy with a very bold red hair and hands, along with a half asleep Techno raising his sword.
Only then did he remember, that his least favourite person was at his house. Right as he thought about that, he heard giggling coming from the living room.
"(Y/N)!" he shouted along with Wilbur and Tommy. "Yes?" they batted their eyelashes innocently. Phil watched with amusement at the scene unfolding before him. Tommy and Wilbur shouting at (Y/N) and Techno lowering his sword and laying back down on the couch, sensing no danger.
"Boys, enough. (Y/N), will these dyes wash away?" he finally said in a stern tone that had a hint of amusedment in it. "Ofcourse father of minecraft. Run water through them and they will be gone" they said with such innocence that he would have believed it was not her had he not known it was their doing.
Wilbur and tommy quickly rushed to the bathroom to wash their hair out, and Phil swore the doors of the bathroom would fall off its hinges from the amount of force that was put into opening it.
"I must say, that was pretty funny, (N/N)." Phil said with amusement as he went to prepare some breakfast. (Y/N) smiled proudly from the compliment, as he was always telling her off after pranking.
Phil now remembers why he always asked them to accompany him on adventures. They were fun, and entertaining. Sometimes, they're even smart and helpful. The thought of his adventures with them brought a smile to his face.
A week in their visit, they heard a knock on the door. Phil, thinking it was just (Y/N), thought nothing of it. So he just calmly walks to the door and answers it. What he didn't expect however, was DreamXD at the door, floating in a menacing stance.
"You all give me your youngest son, or you all are dead. You have 24 hours. If you do not hive him by them, you are all dead." DreamXD said in a demonic sound.
As DreamXD turned around, Phil saw a cloud of something covering his sight, he felt... flour? he cleared the flour from his face and saw DreamXD covered in flour and (Y/N) on the roof looking rather sheepishly at DreamXD.
"Sorry, I thought you were Philza" they said sarcastically. "Not sorry, actually." they continued as they cracked an egg and poured it along with some sugar on to DreamXD's head.
DreamXD suddenly whips something out and slapped (Y/N) off the roof. As (Y/N) was used to falling from high places, they landed on the ground with nothing but a few scratches.
DreamXD stabs them with a sword, and blood splattered from their waist. (Y/N), being the god of mischief, had ofcourse had lots of experience on pranking, but wasnt strong. However, they are very witty, as they always find creative ways to prank people.
(Y/N) somehow found a way to make DreamXD retreat, but Phil could not see how. All he saw was smoke, DreamXD leaving and (Y/N) lying on the floor, with blood gushing out of their side making a puddle on the ground.
They let out a chuckle and turned to face Phil. "Your lives are safe, Phil. And what can I say? Mischief... managed." they trailed off as their eyes closed. Phil rushed to bandage them up and put them in a spare bedroom.
A week.
That was how long it was.
One singular week. Seven days. Yet it felt like seven years they had been unconscious. The house felt empty. No chaos. Everyone was worried about them.
Phil let out a sigh. He closed the door and sat down next to where (Y/N) was laying. He traced his index finger over the palm of their hand that he was holding, and whispered "I don't think you know this.. but you really are a great friend, (N/N). I love your personality.. Who am I kidding, I love you."
Phil then thought, they were unconcious. He let out a chuckle at the thought. "Look at me.. talking to someone unconscious." he said out loud, closing his eyes and resting his head on the palm of his hand that was propped up on the bed. Little did he know, they were fully awake, and pretending to be unconscious.
"Aww, thanks Phil. I love you too." he suddenly heard. He whipped his head around to their direction and saw that their head was turned to his direction. He hugged them, minding their injuries and whispered in their ear that he was thankful that they were fine over and over again.
Phil then felt their body shaking and heard gentle sobs coming out of them. He pulled away from the hug and cupped their face in his hands and wiped their tears away.
"What's wrong, (N/N)?" he calmly asked. They just cried more and gave him a hug. They told him that they have never felt accepted, and that the only person that has ever tolerated them was him. They told him that they were happy that he cared for them. They told him how much they cared for him and how great of a friend he was. They told him how much they loved him.
After their little heart to heart session, Phil went to go and prepare lunch for everyone in the house. He told the boys that (Y/N) was awake now. Everyone was glad and relieved that they were awake again. And (Y/N) was glad, that they now had a family that cared for them.
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lonely-lost-soul · 4 years ago
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Tis' But a Flesh Wound
(Platonic!Tommyinit x Reader)
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Request 8: AlrightY now that I have said that I’m here to humbly request a Tommy (PLATONIC OFC 🔫) hc or drabble or whatever of like Reader getting very badly hurt and just Tommy like getting the hell scared out of him and being kinda protective over the thing??? Like reader is like “ah yea, don’t worry, it’s just a Lil wound” and Tommy is like “WHAT THE FUCK”
Requested By: Anonymous
You knew Tommy was coming before he even entered the building you were in, you could practically hear his yelling from halfway across the SMP. You felt bad for the messenger, who just so happened to be Ranboo. They already didn’t have the best relationship in the world so this probably only served to damage their friendship. Aside from Tubbo and Ranboo, you seemed to be the one person who actually considered Tommy a friend. You weren’t the only one who felt that connection, you were the only person Tommy really trusted besides Tubbo, he’d protect you with his life. When the teenager first heard the news he started laughing, thinking you were a complete idiot for getting hurt in the first place, however, the moment Tommy heard Dream was responsible the smile was wiped off his face. You were lucky you survived the run-in with the demon, but deep down you know he only hurt you to spite Tommy.
He rushed into your room a frantic look on his face, “You stupid bitch what the fuck did you do?”
Half of your head was wrapped in bandages and your entire arm was wrapped in a tight hand-made sling. “Nice to see you too fuckhead, very warm welcome. I’m doing great by the way.”
“Shut the fuck up!” He shrieked rocking on his heels very clearly trying not to touch your wounds and check them out himself. The both of you stared at each other for a moment before he huffed softly, Tommy rubbed the back of his neck before speaking up, “You alright?”
He watched your face soften a little, “I’m alright. Tubbo patched me up good, he stepped out to go collect more healing potions.” You used your good hand to give him a thumbs up. Tommy winced a little seeing the bruising that even littered your good arm as well as, he’d kick Dream’s green ass.
“What caused the green bastard to kick your ass exactly?”
“Didn’t Ranboo tell you?”
“Fuck no I ran away from him. He’s freaky as fuck.” You frowned and he narrowed his eyes, “He is!”
“He’s my friend.”
“Doesn’t mean he’s mine bitch.”
“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes leaning back against the pillow on your bed, Tommy sat down beside you. “I may or may not have tried to challenge him to a duel to try and win one of your discs back. I was hoping to get Mellohi because we liked listening to it together-”
“You WHAT!” He interrupted with a shriek his eyes blown wide, “You really are the dumbest person I know holy shit!” Tommy narrowed his eyes at you and you refused to look at him, he grabbed your cheeks forcing you to look at him. “Why would you ever think challenging Dream for me was a good idea?” He asked confused his heartbeat rapidly in his chest.
Was this what someone being genuinely kind to him felt like? He hated it, absolutely not worth it.
Tommy hesitated watching your eyes become slightly wet, almost worse than feeling affection was having to deal with others crying. “I just am so sick of everyone treating you like you don’t matter! You do matter and your feelings matter! People shouldn’t just take your shit and hold it against you for no reason, we’re fucking kids man!” You choked covering your mouth with your good hand, your chest began to rapidly rise and fall. Tommy knew enough to know what a panic attack looked like. “We don’t deserve this! I just want to go have fun and make mistakes and not fucking worry about someone banishing us because of it!” Tears began to roll down your cheeks at this point, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself, “Why is everyone here so fucking horrible?” Tommy’s eyebrows shot up onto his forehead and he stiffly wrapped his arms around your shoulders. He felt you tense a little but didn’t remove his arms, eventually, you melted in them and hugged him back just as tightly. You murmured a soft, “thanks, Big T.” Tommy grumbled in response,
“That’s enough mushy shit got it. I…” Tommy looked around rapidly for a moment before whispering, “you’re right. shit isn’t fair. But the fact is we can’t change it, only do our best to fight against it.” He sighed softly, “but I don’t want you fucking fighting Dream for me. That’s my battle and I’m going to be the one to kill the fucker got that?” Tommy narrowed his eyes at you and you laughed weakly.
“Got it, Big T. Trust me. I’m staying far away from him from now on.”
“Good.” He flicked your forehead causing you to yelp in pain, and him to snicker.
“You have to promise me something in return though,” Tommy stopped his laughter before he raised a suspicious eyebrow. “You can’t go after Dream to defend my honor or whatever.”
“Of course I won’t. I don’t care about you that much. Don’t flatter yourself.”
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, they’re onto me, fuck.’ He watched as you narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously, he began to sweat nervously and adjusted the bandana around his neck.
“I’m trusting you not to be stupid.”
“I’m Tommy Danger Kraken Innit of course I’m not going to be stupid! I’m never stupid, I leave that to Wilbur and Technoblade. Duh.” He watched your shoulders shake with laughter and he smirked proudly.
“Alright Tommy, you win. I’ll stop questioning you,” You hummed softly leaning the good side of your head against his shoulder. He smiled softly down at you as you closed your eyes, he stayed by your side as you fell into a deep sleep.
Tommy was for sure going to take his revenge on Dream for hurting you one way or another. He’d just have to make sure you never found out about it, that couldn’t be too hard right?
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shepard-ram · 4 years ago
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Antidote for the Lovesick [Antarctic Empire!Wilbur x Reader]
(Fluff, Not a request: Another one inspired by light anons asks- anyways I'm planning on working on my requests again after this. School will be out for the year soon so I will be writing more in a few weeks!)
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While the Royal family was well known by default, (and fairly well liked as far as monarchies go) none were as popular as the prince second in line for the throne. It seemed he made for the public eye, able to talk himself out of any situation. With the handful of poems and songs that made it to the people rumors and half-jokes that he must be part siren stired around him. There's no doubt that even without his crown he would have made himself an adored public figure.
It doesn't take much thought to see why prince Wilbur was a star in the empire's negotiations. The Emperor himself was a close second but he was often more fussed about internal affairs. The crown prince was intimidating and a genius when it came to battle, but all that confidence melted when it came to social interactions. Meanwhile the youngest prince... let's just say he hadn't developed the filter needed for the job.
So the poet prince sat at the table and charmed his way into countless treaties and alliances. Needless to say he got very friendly with many rulers and ambassadors alike. The more connections the better after all, but it was only a matter of time before the wrong person got a little too attached.
It was a simple meeting with some local nobles, and one enchantress. It could be It's own story. One starting with the prince's usual banter and a crush forming in its wake, but ending in a turned down confession and alot of shouting. By the time he retired to his bed a soon to be revealed curse was taking its hold.
That morning was filled with emotions and panic. At first he wanted to believe it was nothing more than a sore throat. However the more he tried to make any sound the more he was forced to accept what had happened. His voice was turned to a screech akin to a horse being stabbed. He desperately attempted to sing, only producing a sound that sounded as painful was it was to make. He wasn't just silenced, his voice was replaced with the one of dying demons.
His younger brother was the first he ran into. At first the youngest laughed, after all it was one hell of a noise, but he soon realized just how shaken the poet was. From there it was very quick, how the news spread to the rest of the family. The youngest still didn't stop trying to make fun of his brothers situation. But soon the royal doctors where at his bed chambers with whatever potions and medicines that they thought could ease the affliction.
As soon as they came they left without the barest hint of success. As much as the winged Emperor would've preferred to keep this a private matter it was clear they needed as much talent as possible. They needed more ideas and the skills to make a cure to the curse. So an invention spread to every city and almost every town. It was a simple one, explaining the princes condition and offering a hefty reward to anyone who could put an end to it.
This little piece of paper changed your life.
You were a rather young alchemist, specializing in all remedies natural and magical. The money stood out to you more than most. You weren't starving by any means, but no one in your little rural home town was exactly rolling in cash. Before you knew it you were packing up your things and getting the final "good bye"s and "good luck"s from your family and friends as you set off to the capital.
You weren't the first one to try, not at all. In fact you were one of last with the confidence to try. The thing is, you didn't have the herbs you planned to use.
"Why wouldn't you have them ready?!" You understood why the crown prince was on edge, things were looking more and more hopeless with each attempt. You stayed calm and explained it The best you could.
"The plants I need can be very precise with the conditions they need to grow in, and are often conned on the market. I trust my own abilities more than a salesman looking to make a quick buck." You knew your words reached the trio listening to the pitch, so you made your request. "All I need is the space to grow them and time, they'll take about two months at most. Maybe the royal garden?"
They shared a glance, but it seemed they already had the answer decided.
"How much space do you need?"
You quickly got to work, preparing the soil for the medicine and writing down some notes about the exact qualities of the future remedy. By sunset you were tidying up the servants quarters they had provided so you can stay close the growing ingredients.
On one of your first evenings you were tending to the young plants. That was until you heard a heavenly sound drifting from the other side of the garden. At first you just enjoyed the background music while finishing up your current occupation. As soon as you could you put your watering can down you stood up, very eager to track down the source of the wordless lullaby.
It was a painting, the clouds of bushes more than tall enough to hide the silent signer sitting in the middle of them. The grass while not gone completely was worn out, a clear sign the prince sat in the almost enclosed ring often. You stood in the opening of a leafy doorway. Watching in awe as he played a guitar, eye's closed with so much ease you'd believe it was creating the music by itself.
Eventually the music faded, and in a kick of humor you clapped. Startled he jumped to his feet, calming down a little when he saw that you didn't look at all hostile.
"Sorry for the surprise, my prince." You marked with a small bow. You didn't miss the little uncomfortable look that flashed across his face. "But I couldn't help but notice your song, it's absolutely amazing." You offered with a light voice. "I- I get the rumors now." You could tell you caught his interest with that. "Can you play some more for me, these plants grow faster and better with the company of music."
Rather or not that's just a myth you weren't entirely sure, but with a small smile he honored the request. He followed you out of his little hedge room and closer the area you were tending to. Sitting on a nearby bench watching you work on the newest attempt to reclaim his unnatural voice.
"How about I get to know my patient a little?" The music hiccuped in its players curiosity, silently prompting you to continue. "I ask you some questions, yes or no ones. It might be helpful when it comes to fine-tuning this" you gestured to the dirt that would soon be covered with fully grown medicinal plants. In return he gave his first answer, a nod.
Over the days you grew fond of the routine you fell into. Sometimes you would be asking questions, looking up from the garden to catch his answer. Sometimes you would be telling him stories from your home, about the many people who have come to you for remedies. Sometimes there would be no words, just the gorgeous calming sounds of his music. You could both feel how comfortable this was.
"Would you prefer if I called you only Wilbur?"
A happy nod.
Only Wilbur was very different from prince Wilbur. You've always thought of the prince as this fox, prideful and cunning and charming in untrustworthy ways. But only Wilbur wasn't on this higher devine level, he was a person. A person with passions and vulnerabilities. Only Wilbur melted ideas about himself you didn't even realize you harbored. You liked only Wilbur, that was certain.
You made a promise to both yourself and to him that day. You would lift the curse, you had to.
It had been 43 days, the herbs were ready. "Maybe music did make them grow faster" you entertained. It was the only day you were with the plants without Wilbur. He was in his bed chambers so you could focus on brewing.
You looked over your notes thousands of time over. When you took this job you knew it was going to be one of your most important ever, but now you weren't just curing a prince- you were curing a friend. You paused in setting up your equipment. The term friend felt, incorrect with how exactly you felt about Wilbur. You shoved down the thoughts and continued, now was not the time.
Was it hours, or was it a few minutes? You couldn't tell and you didn't care. In a glass bottle you held the product of your labor. Corked and wrapped in many clothes before being nestled in your bag just to be safe. You took a deep breath and set off for Wilburs room.
He hesitated taking the bottle from you, like he had grown attached to his own silence. When he did take the potion it was all still slow and methodical. As if taking the cork off wrong could ruin everything. It felt like your entire body was on stand-by, paused as he downed the entire container. With a small drink of water he waited for a minute.
Then with a little nod from you, he hummed. The simple notes never sounded so rich and deep, filled with over a month of built up thoughts and emotions. Two faces lit up hearing it.
"You- you really did it." Wilbur was so quiet. As if speaking too loudly could break the newly repaired sound.
Then laughter, and the rambling of words that didn't need to make sense. Because you could hear them.
Then a hug, one of so much more than gratitude. One accompanied with an over abundance of "Thank you"s.
"How could I ever make this up to you" He only now slowed down, only enough to take your input.
Looking over at a familiar instrument you gave that input to him, "Can you play some more for me, my prince." He chuckled, a sound that you already loved as he sat back down on the bed with his guitar.
You recognized the song. It backdroped your first siting of him. Only now did you finally hear it in its entirety. It was a love song. Lyrics sweet and sincere and raw all rolled up by the accompanying strumming. When the last cord drifted off he looked at you, eagerly awaiting your response.
"If I understood the rumors then, now I just might be a believer." How much of that was exaggeration, you honestly couldn't say.
"I'm assuming that's good."
"Trust me, it's more than good." Watching as put the instrument back. "You should probably go tell the others the good news. Especially so I can get my money" you added jokingly. With that you got one last hug and thank you before you both left the room.
As you were walking back to your room something hit you. The realization that this was over. You were going to your temporary room and packing up so you could leave. You never expected to bond with the prince this much, and in the moment you regretted it. If only a little. You swallowed the sudden mood shift and started packing.
"Hey where are you going!?" An already familiar excited voice rang out, running towards you.
"I'm getting ready to leave." You said, bluntly.
"Wait, really?" As if he didn't know you weren't moving in permanently. Without thinking he grabbed your arm like you trying to run away. "We're having a big feast tonight, to celebrate your achievement. You should probably be there."
"That sounds great." You could feel the wave of sadness fade off.
"I thought I always sound great." You chuckled.
"I really wish I could deny that."
"No you don't."
"Only because I wouldn't get my money if I could."
"Come on, that's not the only reason."
"Like it's any secret I care about you."
That put an end to his humor, "Here, let's get ready."
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zeta-in-de-walls · 4 years ago
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My interpretation of Tommy’s character.
Hey, have some C!Tommy thoughts! 
I like to interpret Tommy’s characters as a hero. He is a character who always tries to do what is right and fight against evil. 
It’s pretty popular these days to consider all characters as morally ambiguous but I feel like that makes Tommy less compelling for me. I like fairly idealistic characters who try to be good. Indeed, I find it inspiring when they prevail and it feels very satisfying for me when they choose to do the moral thing in spite of everything.
Now, I get the impression that moral characters are often seen as boring? Like these characters can do no wrong and are therefore less interesting? I don’t see it like that and I also don’t think that this sort of character cannot make mistakes. (Don’t worry I’m not suggesting Tommy’s never done anything wrong xD) These aren’t like ‘perfect’ characters - they’re characters who fight against their inner demons.
See, Tommy gets tempted a lot and faces many trials and struggles in the story. In fact he’s getting constantly challenged and his ideals are put to the test. He fails, he has flaws, he gets angry, he gets hurt. He learns, he reflects.
But in the end, I trust in his character to always do the right thing. Tommy once considered running away from it all just before the festival, with Tubbo, leaving everything behind. But he chose to stay. That’s just the kind of person he is. He doesn’t give up on the things he loves and takes responsibility for his actions.
A defining character moment for me was when Wilbur tempted Tommy with the idea of blowing up Dream’s house in revenge, Tommy chose not to. Later, in Pogtopia, Wilbur suggests they be the bad guys and in spite of how much Tommy’s always looked up to Wilbur and the fact that they’ve both been banished - he rejects him. He says that’s not the right way to do things, that they’re better than that. In Pogtopia, Tommy spends his time trying to save Wilbur from himself, ultimately failing but he doesn’t give up. After Wilbur blows up Manburg, Tommy rallies everyone around the L’Mantree to give an inspiring speech. ‘As long as we’re still together, L’Manburg lives on.’ 
Tommy gets tested some more with season 2 and the exile arc. A question is raised of whether he’d be the next Wilbur. And we see him at his lowest, at his darkest on that path to becoming like Wilbur. He’s angry, he lashes out at everyone, he hurts people and it seems the world’s cruel and unfair. He even goes as far as agreeing to destroying L’Manburg with Techno.
But he ultimately changes sides. He realises he too had been selfish and was using his suffering to justify hurting other people and he realises that’s not the person he wants to be. So he apologises, making amends, changing sides right there and then - realising his priorities were wrong and that revenge was also not the way. He rejects his villain arc. 
Now, Tommy is at the centre of a lot of conflict on the server and I think that’s important. Being a hero-type does not mean being nice. The thing is, conflict isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes its necessary. When Dream is abusing his power, threatening L’Manburg, appeasing him may avoid war - but it will lead to him abusing his power more. Those obsidian walls were not fair and characters should fight injustice! Tommy fighting Dream leads to conflict - but that’s good because Dream’s power should not go unchallenged. There are many characters who are less involved in conflict and trouble than Tommy - but doing less wrong doesn’t make you more moral and heroic, it can just mean you’re more passive. 
 Now the role of a hero in-story is a complicated one for Tommy. He has had a lot of character development. An interesting one is that he is far less sure of himself. Where once he was confident that he was generally in the right and that he was the good guy fighting the bad guys, now he realises that it’s far less simple than that. He realised that he himself is fallible, he can mess up and he’s questioning himself. He also realises that people doing bad things aren’t necessarily bad. They may be suffering and have lost faith - maybe society has failed them. Where Tommy had once dismissed Pogtopia as a bad guy now he wants to help Wilbur once more, the leader he looked up to is the same man as the one who blew up his home. He understands suffering more now and wants to help.
All this is good growth. His previous certainty in himself was flawed, making him more blind to his mistakes and was a very black-and-white approach to the world. In questioning his actions, feeling guilt, he’ll be willing to reflect, to admit fault and learn. A person too proud to see their flaws can turn into someone like Dream, who has a very warped perspective on the world. It’s one of the biggest differences between them. 
Tommy finds the role of hero to be a burden. He is tried of fighting but he has never been the sort to stand idly by. He believes he must make a stand. Tommy is a very active character, involved in a lot. It’s an interesting dilemma his character now faces - wanting a peaceful life but unable to accept it. His character gets very few wins - and yet when they do come they feel fantastic. 
Anyway, those are my thoughts on his character. All in all, he’s an active character always trying to do the right thing, he has standards and will challenge others too. He’s really determined, never giving up, never losing hope, not giving in to temptation even if it’d be easier. He cares about his friends, connects with others easily, shares his feelings and believes in making his community a better place. These are some of the things I love about it and I think considering him from this perspective is super interesting and makes it really satisfying to see him do well. 
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dreamsclock · 4 years ago
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okay wait ik we’ve only had wilbur back for one day but i’m suddenly sooo nervous cuz like,, they’re framing him to be subservient to dream? dream showed no signs of being fucked up from over a month of torture? and how can they even kill wilbur “satisfyingly” again,, like having one of his family members do it again would just be fucking sad, but both him and dream getting a redemption arc doesn’t sound v plausible.. the only thing i can think of that fully “villianizes” him and allows them to get rid of him (narratively) is reinforce that he isn’t human/isnt the same wilbur whatsoever as the last alive version we had, and kill him off in a supernatural way (just banning his spirit or what fucking ever.) basically what i’m saying is i cant see both dream and wilbur getting a happy ending and that terrifies me ur one longpost about dream reassured me but now i’m :/
answered under the cut because i have a lot of opinions on this, and i’m glad this ask let me talk about them !!
i wouldn’t be too worried, anon !! it is a nerve-wracking thing, because a lot of what the writers are dealing with now is very grey territory in terms of writing - humanising villains is always a risky area - but i don’t think we need to worry.
cc!wilbur (as in, real life wilbur) is perhaps the one i’m most confident in, in making sure that his character isn’t a) supernatural/”evil” but also b) not subservient to c!dream. cc!wilbur has SUCH a good grasp on c!wilbur, and always has - his quote describing his character as “the president of a nation losing it due to my own insolence, short-sighted naivete, disregard for my fellow citizens who i claim to love so much and a dark twisted understanding of what possession is” will ALWAYS stick with me, because holy hell is it a perfect way to describe c!wilbur. cc!wilbur understands perfectly exactly how flawed c!wilbur is as himself - as a human, mentally ill person, who yes, has been stuck in a void for years on end left with his own thoughts, but not necessarily in a demonic/supernatural way. he’s still the same old shitty c!wilbur we all love - “MY sunrise”, describing c!dream as “MY hero”,,, he’s the same, if not worse, as always, and cc!wilbur is the last person who would change that suddenly without reasoning, explanation and time for the recovery / healing process, if c!wilbur ever gets it (which i hope he does).
in terms of the smp, i don’t think we’ll get redemption. i don’t think we were ever going to. “redemption” as a concept is tricky and comes with the complicated questions of audience and character forgiveness and the extent to which we should look at a character as “redeemable” as such. instead, what i think we’ll get in the smp - the closest to a happy ending as we’ll get for a lot of the characters - is understanding. i think we’ll have other characters understand why certain characters said certain things and acted certain ways, i think we’ll have characters realise there’s not really such a thing as Good and Bad, and i think we’ll have justice - real justice - in that the roles of “hero” and “villain” will be mostly abolished.
no matter how supernatural things in the smp get, there is always the humanity behind it that a lot of fantasy/paranormal tv shows/books lack - c!karl is a time traveller, but has to struggle between helping the world or retaining his memory of his loved ones; c!quackity wants a book to revive the dead, but is losing his own morality due to his trauma and willingness to do anything to get what he wants; c!wilbur has been stuck in a void for thirteen years, but he’s been stuck with his own thoughts and memories to shape him, and so on. there is something inherently human about all the characters, and we can rely on that sticking around - getting rid of that “humanity” of the characters, whether they’re human or not, negates a lot of the history they’ve had and a lot of the knowledge we have of them. the egg, ranboo’s other side, the question about c!dream as a species: yes, these are supernatural, but they have human struggles attached to them, and it’s the same with c!dream and c!wilbur now.
a “happy ending”, as i’m fond of reiterating, doesn’t necessarily come with “and they all lived happily ever after”. sometimes it’s just “and they all lived”, sometimes it’s “and they all lived with HOPE of a happily ever after”, sometimes it’s “and they all lived and looked towards a brighter future”. it’s why i’m so fond of writing fics that are heartbreaking and sad but giving them a hopeful twist at the end: not necessarily HAPPY, per say, but hopeful, with a happy ending in sight. happy endings have been completely overrun with the idea of perfection and bliss and everything being right, which i think is unrealistic.
happy endings can just be peaceful, sometimes, or the idea that things in the near (or even distant!) future are going to get better, that the characters WILL be happy. i think this’ll be the case of the ending of the smp. it’s going to end in complete tragedy, with everyone (or most) dead (ie. a nuke or something), or it’s going to end with THIS idea of a happy ending: everyone (most) live, traumatised and hurting, but optimistic and trying to recover, and it’s in this idea of a happy ending that i see the “villains” of the smp getting their happy ending. it would be in bad taste to kill c!dream off after being tortured and beaten down again and again, in the same way it would’ve been in bad taste for c!tommy to die in exile after being beaten down time and time again, in the same way it’ll be bad taste to kill c!wilbur again or blame his general “bad” qualities on being supernaturally influenced.
does that mean i think any of them will get a typical fairytale ending?? absolutely not. but i think they’ll be allowed the chance of happiness, and i think that, for characters who have gone through hell and back, is more realistic and more happy than a fairytale “happily ever after”.
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cregla · 4 years ago
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/rp I can see the appeal with the "Dreamon" storyline, the one where it has possessed Dream since at least Manberg vs Pogtopia. I really see it. Because Dream, even when he was against Tommy and Wilbur, was still... Dream. Their dynamic is wonderful. Fun and amazing. You can still see it in Exile when Dream is faking a friendship with Tommy in order to manipulate him more - and that's because while they're still acting, CC!Dream is friend with CC!Tommy and THEIR dynamic is wonderful. It automatically translate in us having a good time whenever they're on screen together (well... we didn't have a good time during exile or the prison, but you know what I mean). People want it back. They want Dream to be able to roleplay alongside the other like he did before, and I undertstand it! Dreamon!Dream is the easy way out of it. And I can totally see it in fanfictions and fanworks. In canon, however? It would be so harmful.
A very long post, please follow me.
C!Dream is an abuser. It's a completly different character from what his CC actually is (duh), in a way no other characters are in this SMP. C!Dream is an abuser, a murderer, and someone who did REALLY bad things and still thinks he was right all along. A person like this NEEDS to be punished (and I'm not entering in the "prison" discourse. Regardless of the prison conditions, Dream still deserves to be imprisoned) and the story NEEDS to give him consequences for his actions. People need to know that he's the bad guy and what he did was wrong, regardless of our own appreciation of the character (appreciation, not apologism). And the character especially work because he's a REALISTIC representation of abusers. Sure, he as an axe and potions and there's the whole PVP and Minecraft gaming system to take on, but in the end? Dream is just a guy. When Dream abused Tommy he did it with isolations, gaslighting, threats of death and beatings and actually beating him, lies. It's something any abuser in the real world, even without potions, could do. It's something abusers do.
To say that Dream was "possessed", to give every fault to a "Dreamon", is to erase this. Because it's not a person anymore, it was a demon controlling that person! And demons don't actually exist in real life. It's not Dream's fault anymore, guys! ("But Nate, stories shouldn't only educate people! We can have bad things in our stories if it makes them good!" While that is true, DSMP is a medium followed by very young teen and even children and the CCs themselves said that they had researched about real life abuse to be more accurate possible, therefore it's not the same as, I don't know, a fanfiction or another media that wasn't made with this intent)
And what about Tommy? He already feels guilty for things that are not his fault. Putting a possessed, innocent Dream in prison? That would break him. Knowing his personality he would totally, 100%, believe himself to be at fault because he "had" to realize what was really going on. He would feel so guilty near Dream while it should be the exact opposite. And then what? He couldn't, of course, blame Dream anymore. But he would still be fighting his own PTSD - do you believe he would be able to start a friendship again with Dream? No, no he wouldn't. And both characters and viewers, who are so critical of Tommy for ANYTHING, would give him hell for this, not realizing how PTSD works.
One of my favourite fanfiction in this fandom, if not my favourite one, has Dreamon!Dream. And yet, let me show you a paragraph of one of the last chapter (here is the link to the story, btw.)
Then he shakes his head and Sam asks the question he’s been dying to know since he first saw Dream in his little museum, “is that why you destroyed your family? Why you turned on all of us?”
And suddenly, Dream is laughing that horrible, broken laugh, one of pain and malice. It hurts Sam’s heart and he wonders if he can go back to his mother, if her arms will warm the ice spilling down his neck.
“No, Sam,” Dream says and the voice is harsh, hoarse. “No, that was all me.”
The story explain Dream's motivations. It gives him a backstory and an explanation on why he ended up like this and why he did so many bad things. But it never justifies him. And, above all, specifies that even if Dream may have a "redemption arc", it will be something personal, or connected to his friends. Tommy, Tubbo and all those he has harmed are not forced to accept his apology, whether it is sincere or not.
That's the only way I could see a Dreamon storyline in canon, honestly. Handled with care and never used as a way out of Dream's actions. And even there, we know how most of the viewers are. We know how Dream's apologists are, how everyone's prone to victim blaming in this goddamn fandom. The CCs may handle it PERFECTLY. And yet people would still misuranderstand it. I'm 100% on with Dreamon in fanfiction and fanworks. Even if you're using it to have Season1!Dream back, even if you want to completly excuse Dream like this. But in canon? No thanks no. I dread the day we might discover that's the storyline. Please, no.
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atomsmoon · 4 years ago
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Dsmp Olympus be like:
DreamXD
Most recognized and old god on the server, at first because of his powers and protection of the Holy Land... then he started showing up just to simp for the British Mushroom guy and he lost all of the intimidation factor.
Has a creepy voice lately does anyone know wassup w that?
He's around fairly often.
WILL show up if you try to set up a table on an ancient looking portal OR if you call him a homeless teletubby.. go ask Techno about it.
People are either chill with him or don't want him to show up cuz that means trouble.
Drista
Definitely the most powerful AND most chaotic.
Dream's (and DreamXD's?) sister.
Shows up once every three months to wreck havoc and hand out a couple of impossible blocks.
She built an invisible staircase to fool people into thinking they can reach the sky (and mostly to make them fall down)
Signed her name in obsidian to assert dominance.
Her and Tommy are actually good friends (their allyship first started to piss off Dream, now they enjoy messing around on the server together c: )
Probably has a good relationship w Foolish, Olympus God buddies share shulkers c:
Foolish
Totem of Undying, the new guy on the block.... unless?? He's been around long enough to have a tragic past as the Totem of Death.
He can pew pew lighting.
Apparently him and Eret go way back? Either that or he knew Herobrine 👀.
He's oddly letting himself be pushed around by two minors with a piglin child but hey at least they will pay him.. right? Guys? gUYS?? (Oh also don't comment on the chandelier it's a sore subject).
Is the tallest mf on the server reaching 27ft.. no wonder his builds are so massive.
Has recently entered a love triangle between Ponk and Sam... someone pray for him, he needs it.
Callahan
Probably the most elusive god on the smp.
He never talks. Ever. Everyone loves him nonetheless.
Sometimes reaches out as <Server> in chat or he shows up with his Captain America and Reindeer outfit.. (i like to imagine him binging Marvel movies in the Olympus when he's got nothing else to do, which admittedly is most of the time)
Was at the site of Tubbo's nuclear test.. sightseeing?
He's the one to call when something's wrong
Generally the best
Deserves the world
Ok we love him moving on
Philza Minecraft
Was called the Angel Of Death once upon a time
He lost his wings to protect Wilbur from the L'manberg explosion... dearly misses flying.
Oooold friend of Techno, some stories say they ruled an ice ridden land called The Antarctic Empire
He's technically NOT immortal but Ageless aka he can die but he's always been too cool for that
His vibe is being done with everyone's shit, just don't mess with the people he loves.
People say he's the creator of the game. They are right. This is the truth now.
He's also the person everyone yells for for IT Support... ?
His only weakness are Baby Zombies, do not ask him about it.
Egg
Egg (evil)
Now onto the: GODS *?*
Technoblade
People chant "Blood For The Blood God" but his story is very confusing and complicated, is He getting the blood for the blood god or is he the Blood God himself? Nobody's sure but Everyone knows not to fuck with him.
He actually hybernates for several weeks on end, trusting Philza to look over him.
Has a thing for wither skeletons
Possibly old as hell (see long ass friendship w Philza)
Confusing and conflicting information about his nature, some say he's a straight up pig, some say piglin, some say he's a hybrid or wearing a mask... more info needed
He can and will kick Dream's ass
... still owes him a favor tho rip.
ERET
Immortal person too??
Herobrine/ Herobrine's descendant???
Idk fam everyone just thought "this normal dude has weird eyes" then Foolish rolls around and now the questions rise in number by the second
Is a Queen nonetheless
BadBoyHalo
Demon guy
Once said he's immortal till his best friend dies... now... he took one of his lives... *it's complicated*
Actually a nice dude before he got possessed by the evil egg.
Can fix weird problems with the servers cuz console access making him another person to yell for.
Mainly just hangs around in the main area talking about muffins.
Now...
I imagine Callahan and Drista mainly chilling up there, only occasionally swinging by to check what's going on. Foolish and Phil always enjoyed hanging around on the server, building and travelling respectfully. Eventually they all ended up in the same place, who's to know if they ever met eachother in their long lives.. (yes phil and foolish give us crumbs please it is an invitation).
Everyone else is more of a demigod entity to me (apart from bbh because i do entertain the thought that everyone who has op on the server is secretly a god BUT that would make Awesamdude a god which hMMMM, but also philza would be a demigod which kINDA MAKES SENSE because he ISN'T in fact immortal- imma stop myself)
Ah and DreamXD just followed Dream around till he got stuck in the prison... oh well.. more time to simp ig  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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enneamage · 2 years ago
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if this is too off topic for your blog feel free to delete - but it’s been on my mind lately contemplating why more dsmp fans don’t watch ludwig. hear me out. i feel like he’s such a great transitional link to get these people who got initially joined twitch/interested in watching streamers because of dsmp to explore outside of the minecraft bubble. he has been for me, at least. i feel like he’s such a natural entertainer with innovative content (chess boxing, subathon, mogul mail, live mogul money, etc.) but most of all it feels very digestible. the only dsmp i still consistently watch now is wilbur and jack if that puts any of this into perspective lol. not sure if you even watch him but thought i’d throw this out there anyways because i love your takes/analysis!
This is kind of a big topic because it deals with the ways that viewers do and don’t transfer over from watching streamers. I winged an answer, but as usual the Twitch/Youtube sphere is still mostly out of my depth :p. While I fully believe that Ludwig is good at what he does, I think he caters to and relates to his audience in a different way (cismen) than what would appeal to what the majority of DSMP fans want out of a stream.
Back when the balls incident hit Ludwig expressed confusion that anyone from the MCYT twitter sphere was talking about him because he himself knows that the gap between the audiences is pretty big. My thinking at the time was that the DSMP sphere kind of sees the Ludwig-and-co group of streamers as distant family, we don’t hear too much firsthand but if he gets publicly naked or arrested it will trickle down the pipeline. From outside looking in it seems that uncle Ludwig doesn’t want to see us outside of holidays and funerals and most of his following feels the same, and I think that’s where I’ll start, because the DSMP fanbase is sensitive to recognising when they’re unwanted. 
In the new wave of boundary culture, most fans want to feel like it’s possible to be in the good graces of their CC. Most of the DSMP culture is rooted in transformative fandom or at least what gets called ‘stan culture’ nowadays (that term has been watered all the way down to mean next to nothing) so it’s understood that they’re just not welcome to do as they’re inclined. I’m sure people go ahead and set up camp anyway, but you have to position yourself as counter to the creators wishes and the subculture itself if you want to enjoy that content in a way, and I think this round of MCYT blew up so big because the way that this style of fandom likes to move and interact was accepted instead of shunned. What’s left is people who are resistant to shame, which can be a lot of fun if you’re with the right people, but it’s more niche.
Not being able to commit to a streamer when watching livestreams is also an issue. There’s only so many hours in a day and it’s hard to half-ass an attachment to someone who takes that much time and attention to keep up with, so if someone or something else suits a viewer better, it makes sense for them to go to that person instead. I asked a friend and apparently some Dream Team people have crossover with his sphere which makes sense with the through-line of gamer-boyishness, so there us some audience overlap to keep people in the loop, but he’s far from one-size-fits-all for the whole fandom. 
The question left to ask is do people really want to ‘explore what Twitch has to offer.’ I ventured out of my bubble once while following a lead and I quickly found myself among demons, because some of Twitch is the whale bones of deep internet boysclub gamer-ish culture. There is a profound sketchiness in some of these spaces that DSMP fans generally don’t tolerate, and in that sense they’ve been a force for good on Twitch, but it makes them allergic to certain people who also don’t like them back.
I don’t have the clearest sense of everything that Twitch (or live Youtube) has to offer, but my sense is that’s true for most people. It looks like streamer careers are made on the back of external referrals from other websites (and by extension peers), so once you get into a social circle there’s not much hopping around. You made an unlikely leap from SBI-ish to hitting the luddy, so it might seem more feasible from your point of view, but the venn diagram overlap of appeal will vary over the general ‘DSMP fandom.'
I don’t think digestibility was ever as much of an issue as baseline appeal. Availability of content is half the battle, but people have to want what you’re selling to really stick to or bond with an audience. Ludwig isn’t hurting for viewership by any stretch so he’s finding the people that gel with him, but when I think of the DSMP fandom I think of primarily personality-driven content (and fandom engagement) that’s taken on a very particular post-2020 flavor, and that doesn’t seem to directly translate into what Ludwig does even if it's in the neighborhood.
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fictionfixations · 3 years ago
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DSMP DCW AU
Tommy and Wilbur had known each other for ages, sticking together and helping the other survive on the streets rather join than the sick games played, or specifically, Survival of the Fittest for cash. One day, they happen to come across an opportunity from a certain agency asking for help.
The agency, more like a pseudo-government of New Earth welcomed them in, and there they trained. There, Tommy met Tubbo, the two quickly becoming best of buds.
Now came the day where they were finally called in to do research on a new planet they discovered- Eden-227. A snowy wasteland with unknown origins.
Of course, they were a trio, so they'd need two more members as the agency usually had sent them in groups of 5, so in came Phil and Technoblade. Of course, the trio never met the duo, but they'd have to make up for it due to a lack of agents.
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SBI + Clingy Duo [Possibly Bench Trio] but in a roblox game called Decaying Winter, lmao.
Honestly I don't know why I did this [chapter 1's out but will most likely never get a follow up]
i just got the idea one day and completely spent all my motivation for that work. whoops.
if anyone wants they can take it and do their own thing with it ig?
lemme just.. character notes.
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Tommyinnit:
Shit at using guns and would probably shoot someone's eye out REALLY immature (though claims otherwise) Gets a little queasy at the sight of blood and doesn't like taking someone's life Too weak to use long and heavy weapons Sovereign
Tubbo: Besties with Tommy Doesn't really like resorting to violence but does it anyway Hivemind Support Class
Wilbur Soot:
Pledge 1 "Experienced" Probably would've been a musician if it weren't for his current occupation Likes to sing Treats Tubbo like another brother Usually kills for Tommy and Tubbo Hands get really shaky sometimes and is quick to break Couldn't use a gun for shit Started before Tommy and Tubbo due to them being underage Blitzer (Explosives) Philza: Pledge 8 "Veteran" Zealot (Shield) Technoblade:
Pledge 9 "Legendary" Berserker Vagabond Doesn't really like children or socializing Would protect Phil with his life hes taken the first calamity serum, the one that made him a heartless killing machine, which gave him voices. due to that, he doesnt need to take the serum to beat people easily. The others will question this, or more specifically Tommy. The newcomers don't get told about the old serum, nor how it gave it's users voices. Because of that, he has enhanced strength and speed. He switched to Vagabond. Ranboo:
Ranboo, trapped on Eden-227, to eventually come across the group of 5 and join.
Of course, the agency are strict on their rules.. They may not be able to bring them all back.
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..okay. so. story had a lot of flaws. aka it was awful at world building, kinda just went in head first instead of doing much else, and uhh...... a little too much lmao?? i didnt really have much plan besides the fact that i kinda wanted wilbur and tommy to encounter the hanged demon, or as my notes say,
'Wilbur and Tommy encounters the Hanged Demon. Tommy encounters it first, screaming and backing up, which Wilbur is alerted, though not seeing it. "Toms?" Then he sees it, breath hitching, and suddenly thoughts invaded his head. It felt unfamiliar. It wasn't his, but he couldn't help the sudden urge. [insert.. uhh.. urge to die thoughts here] Tommy is uselessly trying to shake Wilbur out of it as Wilbur shakily holds the knife up. Tubbo notices, alerting Techno that the duo might be in trouble. Techno steps in and takes it out.'
and then possibly around night 5 or so they encounter ranboo? maybe. i dont really know anymore and its all.. really awkward and im not actually sure how to make the dialogue go lol.
I just kinda had this wheel full of DCW items [and then another for demons]. uhh.. theres over 100 items and i had to double what it had in empty so there's somewhat of a fair 50/50 randomized chance of what characters find?? it was kinda hard lol. Of course though for the items, there are SOME things that are not there, mainly just I believe the Stims [personally they were always a struggle to remember what what did with their pretty complex names and it was gonna be hard to keep track of it all as the nights go on, and so it was kinda just hard.]
ALSO. DCW lasts for a total of 10 nights, kinda like a wave sort of thing with a period to go and scavenge for things. the enemies, or SKAVs that come along the way grow stronger with each night, and by the third night once they deem you as a bigger threat will come in with guns.
there's also the infection that spreads through your body throughout the game you have to manage and keep low or you die, but uhh.. thats.. also hard, and even harder when the randomizer might never even get the stuff you need to be able to decrease its progress?--- so yeah.
also heres the trello with my notes that i tried to manage with lmao- i just have so much stuff its quite literally a mess. though if anyone picks this up, i suggest learning to play the game [its easier with someone to teach you because there isnt a tutorial as far as im aware]
also we're pretending Last Stranded, the latest and last expansion to the game is not canon [actually zero idea if it is canon but still].
ALSO! DECAYING WINTER HAS AN OFFICIAL TRELLO IF YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW MORE ABOUT ITEMS AND ETC.
heres the fic link. warning you, its bad.
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