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elytrafemme · 3 years ago

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ik you're away (and im probably conked out en sleeping) but can you explain to me like. how to manage this stuff? ToT I've never srs used ao3 before and i don't wanna like. mess up stuff

SORRY if this is too much . wodjis. im on mobile if it helps anything!!

hey hey hey! yes ofc can try to help here :D disclaimer im not the best at explaining these and others may know more than me but will try!

okay so it seems like you've got a rating already-- the way that I think about ratings (since sometimes the details of which goes where get confusing) is that if it's pretty light hearted and has only very minor mention of heavier themes put it in General, Teen and Up for things that aren't super intense but reference some heavier subjects and use strong language (most fics in this fandom I feel slot into teen), Mature is for fics that have like a lot of violence etc

so Archive warnings Im like extremely bad at but basically those are for things that are like central stuff happening in the fic. If there's only minor violence I don't think you'd need the Graphic tag but if the fic frequently has some intense graphic fight scenes you might want to put that on. If the fic has none of the ones listed (note: not that they have no triggers at all, just that they dont have anything listed under archive warnings), mark No Archive Warnings apply. if there's like a surprising twist ending where a main character dies and you dont want to spoil, you can use Choose not to pick archive warning

uhhh for the most part fandoms should be easy, if you're working with a series that has several types of media in it, you may find a general tag for it and then a media-specific one; no harm in tagging both

for categories you're going to want to go with the ones that are front and center I would say. if its a fic focused on a lesbian couple but it has another gay couple of two guys that are present in the fic very actively, I would tag both M/M and W/W, but if that said gay couple weren't super present and just had a few lines, just tag W/W. hope that makes sense! Gen is for no romantic relationship, Other is... tricky but I see people use it for polyamorous dynamics or sometimes nonbinary pairings. Multi is just if there are multiple ones like the first example

ALRIGHT The relationships bar can be platonic or romantic, IF YOU ARE DOING PLATONIC/FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIP USE THE & SYMBOL whereas if you're doing something romantic USE /. if you're doing something queerplatonic I'll typically say go for & . tag just the main ones that come up like if it references a relationship happening way in the background don't put that there but otherwise ya include the main ones

if it's just a single person character study with no relationships leave it blank

characters again just go for the main ones!

okay my least favorite part of posting a fic: Additional Tags. It's hard to figure out what things go there, but what I would recommend including (non conclusive list just some stuff I see a lot) is:

Type of content (is it Fluff, is it Angst, is it Humor, is it Hurt/Comfort; there are tags for those aspects combined if you wanna tag Fluff and Angst!); if there's an AU what is it (Will take form of Alternate Universe - ___); if a popular headcanon is used (Easy example is "Sleepy Boys Inc as Family"; headcanons needed to get the story but arent explicit in canon); Time it takes place in canon (Not always there but sometimes u find tags like L'manberg Revolution etc); and common content warnings (ex. if it brings up a character's depression a lot, tag Depression; things like Childhood Trauma, Memory Loss, etc. If it's a multichapter and only one chapter lightly metnions something, you can just warn in the opening notes of that chapter and don't ahve to tag it, just go for overarching things!)

Work Title: many ways to do it! strong suggestions: song lyric, single word that sounds sort of cool or has thematic relevance, quote from fic, funny joke, etc. i recommend you do NOT take after me and make extremely long and hard to parse titles but tbh do whatever

co-creators is if two people worked on the fic so usually you won't do that but if two people did collab you can! I've seen some people add their betas or editors as co creators, I don't tend to since with my fics I only rope my beta into editing some of the chapters not all of them, but if you have a beta you can just thank them in opening notes. if they very actively always work on it you CAN make them a co-creator, that's up to you and them

Summary: If it's a multichapter in an AU setting, you might want to opt for a summary that starts off explaining the AU (ex. Doomsday never happened, and New L'manberg is still ... but like better written than that example) and then make a second paragraph (or second half of one paragraph) introducing the characters. If it's a singular oneshot that's like 1k-3k, sometimes u can just put like a single line or two explaining the premise. I can give more summary advice if u want but thats just like a bit of how I tackle that; you can also add summaries to each chapter in a multichapt except the first chapter which is just like a weird AO3 thing but those tend to be shorter and chapter centric!

Notes: people do these kind of differently depending, I tend to use Beginning Notes as any heads up for the chapter (like if additional context is needed) and CWs for that chapter in particular. if you have a beta you can thank them there, etc. etc.

End notes is where I see people talking about certain parts of the fic since by then the people have read the entire chapter, link possible fanart, link social medias, etc.

Collections are tricky but basically an example is, like, say you work on a Gift Exchange and there's a collection made by the gift exchange's host that collects all the gifts. You would want to add that fic to that collection straight up. If you want the fic to be anonymous and not have your name attached, type Anonymous in Collections and just kind of click one. Idk the differences between them but I think Anonymous_Fics is where i tend to add mine

Gifted works are just if u want one or more people specifically to uh have that fic gifted to them! yeah not much to say there. The checkbox below it is like, if you translate a fic into another language, if you record a podfic, if you write a fanfiction of a fanfiction, or if a fic is inspired off of anothers. I wouldn't say like if you wrote a superhero AU that you need to say it was inspired off of another superhero AU since that's a pretty generic trope, but like, if someone wrote something and this feels like in similar universe or just... was inspired by it, do that

clicking the series checkbox just makes a series, which is just collection of fics but you control the series. you can add series descriptors etc, and when you go to view the series you see all the tags of every fic within it. you can mark series as finished and give them funky names, etc. you can also bookmark entire series instead of just each individual fic, but you can't like kudos an entire series.

I dont get workskins but sometimes if you see really funky choose your own adventure fics they use those workskins. like if you wanna do something REALLY funky you can deffo do those but otherwise its not super needed so just ignore it for rn

You can opt for it to only let your work be shown to people logged into their accounts, so guests can't view them. Moderating comments means you get emails every time someone comments so you go and approve them; would NOT recomemnd this for fics with a lot of attention but if you get nasty comments or smth moderating comments can be a good idea. it just seems like a headache to me personally which is why i dont LOL

yeah you can pick who can comment, guests comments will ask for guests to put in a username (which will not be underlined meaning you cant click it, which is how u know its a guest) and their email so they can get ur reply. but u can just shut off comments if u want lol

Okay this is where people get funky so here's my recomemndation. Don't listen to the heard of misguided individuals that paste fics into HTML literally just go for Rich Text. Rich Text means if you have a google doc you can just, like, copy and paste it there. You can also type directly into Rich Test. HTML is just weird and funky so I don't recommend it. Sometiems Rich Text does weird shit but it hasnt fucked me over that much

if u have other questions lmk but thats the most of it!

#nightmare.ask #cloudy tag <3 #long post

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bewaretheidesofmarchyall · 4 years ago

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The Time Traveling Cabinet

So! Time travel AUs are fun. But what if, instead of sending back Tommy and Wilbur, we try something new for a change?

Concept: Time Travel AU, but the people getting sent back in time are the New L’Manberg Butcher Army.

Ranboo, Fundy, Quackity, and Tubbo are all scattered into the past on December 16th, and it only gets More from there.

Beginning

- Somehow, the New L’Manberg cabinet are all sent into the past at different points of the events of December 16th.

- Ranboo is sent back during the fight in front of Technoblade’s house.

- Fundy is sent back once Punz starts attacking the execution.

- Quackity is sent back a millisecond before Techno’s pickaxe hits his face.

- And Tubbo is sent back right after seeing the pillar and thinking that Tommy is dead.

Ranboo

- Ranboo gets sent back to about a week before Tommy joined.

- He is, understandably, confused. But he mostly just vibes, leaving cryptic messages, building stuff, and exploring. It's nice to get a break from executions and warring and the messy life in the present day.

- He befriends Tommy again, and they burn down George's house again. This time, Dream barely cares. He doesn't need a reason to hurt Tommy yet.

- Ranboo also gets to meet his best friend and future husband again!

- Tubbo's a lot less guarded, more willing to speak his mind, doesn't have firework scars on his face and arms. Tommy's still a gremlin, but he's a gremlin with dreams and schemes. Ranboo doesn't know what to think about this.

- He doesn't get involved in the L'Manberg Revolution or any of the big conflicts, saying something about "preserving the timeline".

- He can’t change anything important anyway. According to the message anonymously whispered to him in chat every time he was stopped from changing something, multiverse creation is disabled until the arrival of all parties.

- Ranboo doesn't feel that bad about it. He isn't in the mood to create paradoxes, and there's nothing during the revolutionary time that he'd really change.

- Except.

- Didn’t Eret do some kind of betrayal thing?

- Ranboo can't recall what they did. Probably just switched sides, and people got mad about it, as people attached to sides often do.

- Then, on August 2nd, he hears explosions. Against his better judgment, Ranboo sneaks over to L'Manberg to see if Tubbo and Tommy are okay.

- They aren’t.

- Yep, the country has been blown up, and to make things worse Eret leads the L'Manbergians into a death trap that takes more canon lives than anything else in SMP history. Ranboo's legitimately horrified.

- He sticks around for the peace era and helps rebuild, maybe works at the embassy a little. Mr. Boo is not allowed to be a L'Manberg citizen due to being American, but he remains on good terms with the country.

- Basically, Ranboo learns the true history of this "just a drug van" country, and what it actually stands for.

- He's ready to wait it out until December, so he can get back to the present day with no complications. One problem: He isn't alone anymore.

Fundy

- Fundy arrives to the Pet War confused as can be.

- He's pretty sure he's dreaming. That's the only explanation for him being in one of the worst times of his life again and Ranboo being there too for some reason.

- So, he tries to stop some of the pet murder, to varying success. He can't kill Sapnap during the duel or save Fungi, but he can save some of the chickens and Leonard the enderman and such.

- Leonard is his emotional support monster. He’s going to need one.

- Next, Fundy finds and yells at a bewildered Wilbur.

- Wilbur isn't allowed to hear the whole rant, but he does get 1) He screwed up as a father, 2) He's probably dead?? This does not help his paranoia and self-loathing.

- Fundy also gets to chat with his younger self, who according to one Ghostbur Soot was 14 at the time of the election? I don’t know, fox/phoenix/trickster demigod aging is weird.

- The conversation goes along the lines of:

“Do they ever start taking us seriously?”

“...Yes. Definitely. Sure.”

- Finally, Fundy tells a heap of lies about what he's like in the future to look cool.

- He’s generally is a fan of this situation because time traveling from the future means one thing: Attention. And it has been a while since he's gotten any of that.

- (Ranboo tries to stop him from messing with the past. He's only sometimes successful, and gets roped into Coconut 2020)

- In summary, Fundy clings to his moment in the spotlight, tries and fails to get closure with his dad, and gets to observe the unraveling ball of angst and issues that was his teenage self.

Quackity

- Quackity is sent back to the day of the election.

- He has to see his naive younger self screw up history and plan a spring wedding with Schlatt. It's awful.

- After trying and failing to assassinate the drunken dictator during his speech, and getting the memo about not being able to change the past in big ways, Q runs over to spawn to wait for Wilbur.

- Wilbur shows up after dying to Punz, and Quackity helps him get to Pogtopia for the first time.

- There, Quackity chats with him and Tommy. He explains as much as he knows (which isn't much), and offers to join the rebellion.

- Wilbur doesn't trust him for five seconds. Honestly, Q's still wearing the Butcher Army uniform. He’s covered in blood!

- So, Quackity is sent out into the night in an offhand "don't call us, we'll call you" way. On the way out, he tries and fails to murder Technoblade. He's got a hit list, and he's going to complete it.

- Meanwhile, Past Quackity does not get along with Future Quackity at all.

- Past Quackity was a neutral good idealist. Future Quackity is a machiavellian, chaotic neutral guy with a murder list. They despise each other.

-Quackity tries to settle things with Schlatt. Not sure how well it works, but he does try.

- He also maps out complex strategies for how to change the future once all members have arrived. He's got Plans.

- Ranboo is very opposed to these Plans. Fundy is mostly onboard with these plans.

-Finally, Quackity desperately hopes that the last member of the party will arrive before the festival. Maybe, just maybe, he can do something to stop the execution.

-Unfortunately, the festival arrives, and Past Tubbo gives his speech, and Technoblade is given the order.

-The execution goes according to plan.

-Then, in the wreckage of the Red Festival, a figure appears.

Tubbo

- Tubbo has been having an awful day.

- First, he fails to execute Technoblade. Then, he finds out that he killed his best friend Tommy is gone. And now he’s standing smack-dab in the middle of the worst thing that ever happened to him?

- It’s all way too much. Tubbo runs away.

- Tubbo disappears for a solid week before finally accepting that he isn't just imagining all of this as a weird stage of grief.

- He then returns to Pogtopia in a suitably dramatic moment.

- Despite the fact that they're all in the past, Tubbo's probably going to end up as the character who gets the most focus. He's having the most Emotions about all of this.

- He's got to deal with his coping mechanisms (Ignore and Avoid) being taken away because he's back in the place he tries to forget.

- On top of that, he has to deal with the fact that he feels guilty about Tommy's death, but can't even process that because Tommy's technically still alive in the past (and in the future, but Tubbo doesn't know that).

- And he has to deal with seeing Wilbur again, and figuring out why Wilbur made him president.

-He’s going to go through a lot.

Character Motives

- Ranboo: Preserving the timeline so they can get home vs. Wanting to keep his friends safe and caring about L'Manberg now.

- Fundy: Fixing things for his past self, and getting closure with his dad.

- Quackity: Completing his hit list and completely changing the timeline. And punching Schlatt in the face.

- Tubbo: Dealing with the various emotional turmoils listed above, getting Tommy and his past self to run away from it all.

- Past Tommy: Finding out what the actual fuck is going on, and protecting the Tubbos (Tubbi?). Also, he wants to know what happened to upset Future Tubbo so much. (His regular Pogtopia motives are also there).

- Past Fundy: Measuring up to how great his future self said their life was.

- Past Quackity: Not becoming his future self at any cost.

- Past Tubbo: Regular Pogtopia motivations, but now he has both Tommy and Ranboo to worry about.

- Past Wilbur: Wilbur already believed that he had a scripted role, and was always going to end up the villain. Well, now he has confirmation of just that. Awesome!

He actually goes through with it. He actually blows it up. He doesn't know if he's proud, disgusted, terrified, or what, but he knows that it's not up to him to go against fate.

And if fate demands a grand finale and a little trinitrotoluene on the side? He can do that.

#dream smp #dsmp #butcher army #dsmp tubbo #c!tubbo #dsmp fundy #c!fundy #dsmp ranboo #c!ranboo #dsmp quackity #c!quackity #time travel au #beware the drafts of march #writing

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im-a-lil-simp · 4 years ago

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I love your work! These fics are a guilty pleasure of mine lol... if you’re still taking requests I’ve been sitting on an Eret themed fic where they betray l’manberg in the final control room scene bc dream was threatening their SO :3 - stay hydrated! 💛

The Ones We Love The Most (Eret x Reader)

Aww I'm glad I can be your guilty pleasure. It's been a while since I wrote an smp au fic.

I kept it as they/them pronouns throughout the fic since it's more their pov.

This is also more of a blurb but I don't do that often so it's fine.

They didn't really want to do this. I mean, what kind of person would really want to betray those closest to them? All Eret really wanted was to cuddle up in bed next to you. What they wouldn't give for that.

Well, hey, I guess that sorta was their exact situation right now. But knowing that Dream was holding their partner hostage at that very moment didn't sit right with them. Not only did it not sit right, it made them extremely upset. The thought that Dream would go so far as to threaten one of your lives was repulsive.

They sat in the control room, setting up the chests that they would never fill, even a little bit. Did they mention how much they didn't want to do this?

The Blackstone felt cold and smooth against their fingertips. Only hours ago the room had been finished being built. If the smp was going to make them betray their friends, the least they could do was help them build the damn trap.

They dreaded the evening that would come, even more so as they continued to set it up. The worst part of it was how little they knew about your whereabouts. All Eret had been told was that you were being kept in a safe place.

They called bullshit. Dream probably had you locked in some cold desolate cell, only feeding you raw potatoes. They were only thinking about the worst, of course, but they were sure you weren't as safe as Dream let on.

When they brought the men of L'manberg into the final control room, they tried to keep themselves composed. Any drop in their demeanor could make them look suspicious and lead to them figuring out their intentions.

As Wilbur, Tommy, and the others opened their chests, you flashed through Eret's mind. While it deeply pained them to do this, a wave of relief washed over them. They'd get to see your amazing face right in front of them. They'd get to live in the castle with you again. They'd get to rule with you over the smp.

"It was never meant to be."

They said it harshly. Except it had been meant to be. It was meant to be and they were the one to make it otherwise. All just to save one person, they put the lives of others on the line.

When they finally got to see you, they knew Dream was lying about your condition. You might've been safe, but you weren't being treated like the royalty you were. Dream thought they were exaggerating, but they were angry regardless of if they were or not.

As soon as you both arrived home, they showered you in kisses. You were back in their arms again. You were actually safe.

They waited on you hand and foot for the next week, though they'd be willing to do it anytime, as long as you asked. You insisted that it really wasn't necessary, but they disagreed.

You were their everything. You were the one they loved the most.

#mcyt x reader #dreamteam #georgenotfound #dreamsmp #mcyt #dreamwastaken #sapnap #dreamsmp x reader #the eret x reader #eret x reader #eret #eret minecraft #theeret #fundy #wilbur soot

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honeyapplepi · 4 years ago

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The Knight’s Court: Part Ten

warnings: none

in game au, royalty au

> As soon to be ruler of their kingdom, Y/N L/N is newly appointed with knights to protect them. Y/N quickly comes to find out it’s hard to fall in love with someone you’re not supposed to especially when you’re betrothed to another.

a/n: I hope guys like the chapter. If you want to be added to the tag list just message me or send an ask. Thanks for reading.

tag list: @soggypp @vampirestrawberries @kiritokunuwu @losingvienna @tinyegg @im-fandoms-trash

sapnap x gn!reader, wilbur x gn!reader

masterlist | part one | part eleven

You were softly woken up by Sapnap. You looked out the carriage window, and saw that you were inside of the castle walls. The four of you all exited the carriage and began towards the main castle door. When you reached the steps you saw five men standing. They were lined up, but one of them was slightly in front of them. You assumed he was the king. He had curly brown hair and was tall like Dream.

“Your Majesty,” he said bowing slightly. You copied his movement and bowed back at him.

He was about to speak when his father started talking. “I’m the former King, Philza. This is my oldest Technoblade,” He said festering towards another tall man. Though he didn’t really look like the others mainly because of his long pink hair.

“And my youngest, Tommy,” He said pointing to the boy standing on the other side of Wilbur. He looked more like Wilbur, just blond and almost as tall.

“Then Tommy friend, Tubbo,” Philza said, finally pointing to someone who wasn’t a giant. He was pretty short especially compared to the other three and had fluffy brown hair.

“Our servants will take you to your rooms. I’m sure you are all tired from your journey,” Philza said before heading into the castle the boys following soon after. That left you, George, Sapnap, and Dream outside.

“Well that wasn’t a very warm welcome,” George said.

“It’s probably because it’s so late,” you said. The servants then led the four of you to the third floor of the castle where your rooms were. Philza was on the fifth floor and the rest of the boys were on the fourth. L’Manberg must be really big to have a castle with five floors.

The next morning a servant woke you and helped you get ready. After that they led you to the dining hall where everyone waited. Philza was at the head of the table.,Technoblade, Tommy, Wilbur, and Tubbo were all on one side while Sapnap, George, and Dream were on the other. You sat across from Wilbur which was next to George.

No one had started eating until you had gotten there, but the silence that was already there didn’t disappear. It was only awkward for you, Dream, George, and Sapnap since most breakfasts weren’t quite like this.

“Y/N, I was wondering if I could take you out and tour you around L’Manberg?,” Wilbur asked.

“Uh, Sure,” you said. You couldn’t exactly say no. That would be rude and plus you had to get to know your fiancé eventually.

“Great meet me at the gates after breakfast?,” Wilbur asked. You just nodded and continued eating. Once breakfast was over you met Wilbur by the castle gates.

“Your Majesty,” Wilbur said before taking your hand and kissing it softly. You smiled slightly. No one had ever done that before or anything like that. Instead of letting your hand fall back to your side he grabbed in and laced his fingers between yours. Just as you were about to leave Sapnap came to the gates.

You let go of Wilbur’s hands which was noticed by both Wilbur and Sapnap. Sapnap was more worried about how you were holding his hand and Wilbur was worried about why you let go.

“Are you sure you don’t need me and Dream to come with. We are supposed to follow Y/N around,” Sapnap said, mostly talking to Wilbur and not you.

“We’ll be fine. I doubt anything will happen and if so i can protect them,” Wilbur told Sapnap. Sapnap frowned for a moment before nodding.

“Have a good trip then,” Sapnap said before turning and walking back to the castle.

You and Wilbur then went on your way following the path into the town. Wilbur was good at giving tours. He knew a lot about the places and he had a nice voice.

“There’s the bee dome. It’s Tubbo’s favorite part of L’Manberg,” Wilbur explained as you reached the large glass dome.

“Isn’t it unsafe to have a dome filled with bees. What if someone gets stung?,” You asked.

“The bees won’t mess with you if you don’t mess with them,” Wilbur said. The tour continued. It was a lot of houses which meant there must be a lot of citizens though you didn’t see many out.

Wilbur then led you to a hill where you could get a view of the entirety of L'Manberg, even the castle which at this moment seemed very small. “It’s very pretty,” You said.

“It is,” Wilbur nodded. You sat down on the hill and looked at the kingdom below you. Wilbur sat next to you, but he didn’t look forward like you.

“May I ask you something, and I understand if you don’t want to answer? Wilbur asked.

“Uh, sure,” You replied. You were slightly worried he would ask about how you felt about the wedding. If he did you weren’t sure how you would answer.

“Is something going on between you and that knight, uh, Sapnap I believe?,” Wilbur asked. You turned to him confused. This wasn’t the first time you were asked this. First it was Niki and George, and now someone you’ve only known for less than a day.

“No,” you answered. At least that’s what you wanted to believe was true.

“Are you sure?,” Wilbur asked again. He seemed upset at the thought of you liking someone else. Though you’ve only known him for a short while you weren’t sure if you knew him well enough to read him. You nodded confirming your answer.

“Okay, then. We should head back,” Wilbur said standing up and putting his hand out to help you. You grabbed his hand and stood up. The two of you then made your way back to the castle.

#sapnap x y/n #sapnap #sapnap x reader #dreamwastaken #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #sleepy bois #tommyinnit #mcyt #philza minecraft #dream smp #dream smp x reader

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dreamsmp-au-ideas · 4 years ago

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🔱 - Hi I am back with more PJO AU shenanigans. Thanks for all the anons that help around with ideas!

Quackity being the son of Aphrodite? George being a son of Hypnos? I like that.

Okay sooooo it looks like this AU will be like the ATLA, GF and HTTYD AU, aka deviate from canon like crazy. I liked the idea of this being a different camp, proposed by another anon. So, here is some lore:

This camp was made by Phil, a minor god of heroes/demigods, who decided to offer a safe haven for heroes where there aren't monsters 24/7 trying to kill them and -- oh he just adopted all the inhabitants. Nice.

The camp's official name is Hero's Haven, but since one night when the older demigods were having fun, and Wilbur started rambling about random stuff, he started saying they should be coming up with a new name, that being L'Manberg. The idea stuck as a joke.

The camp accepts all kinds of demigods, there isn't really a divide between pantheons, and the camp is a legit place where they can live out the rest of their lives, kind of like New Rome in Camp Jupiter. The front for Hero's Haven is a potato farm.

As for where this camp is, I don't really want to pin that down. I am a little uncomfortable with pinning the camp in the real world because I feel like it would come too close for comfort when it comes to respecting the line between CCs and the characters they play. Most conflicts, I feel, would take place either in camp or undisclosed locations. Though I gotta say that probably real world countries would be mentioned, because I find it funny to have this mental image of Tommy going up to newcomers and asking them if they are British or American.

Oh nice. This is cool as well. Also, glad we’re keeping the tradition of the au deviating from canon like crazy.

Phil being a minor god of heroes/demigods is nice. We’re going to go have minor god Phil and he’s going to accidentally adopt all the inhabitants of the camp. Oops.

Hero’s Haven being the official name but L’Manberg being the new name is hilarious. Just having it all serious and stuff and then Wilbur one day just saying that it should be called L’Manberg is great.

Camp not being divided and a legit place to live is good. Some nice sort-of-stable life for the demigods. Potato Farms in the front? Perfect. Techno is the one who takes care of the farm the most out of all the campers.

#hero's haven au #philza #ph1lza #quackity #georgenotfound #ask #trident anon #pjo smp au

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calmthefuckdownalright · 2 years ago

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So I've read some of your writing and was wondering if you'd consider doing a HC's for the Bur's of your AU's in like how they would react with rejection?

Also happy Spooky Season!! 🎃

Ah yes, the thing we all fear. Rejection. Hardcore actually going to be difficult to write because I myself have never been rejected due to the fact I've never been the one to ask someone out due to a paralyzing terror of our topic 😃

(Also yay first HC!)

But I will do my best ✨

Front Lines of L'manBur (pun intended)🎼

Let's just say tears were shed...in private. Where no one could see him. Specifically on a hill in the middle of nowhere in the dead of night.

When F.L.o.L-Bur loves and puts his heart on the line he does it with full intent of possibly spending the rest of his life with that person so to be rejected/friendzoned would shatter him

Definitely a drama queen if you knock down one of his flirtatious comments

Angel AU Phantombur💀

Plays it off as a joke while secretly dying inside

No like really he starts to decay slowly inside which he has to get drunk on regen. potions to fix

I picture Phantombur kind of like a swan in this instance. They can actually die from a broken heart so to have his Angel deny him finally removes that smug smile off his face

Although he seems perfectly normal to everyone else and seems to brush off your rejection, the whole S.B.I crew knows he's a wreck over it and Philza has to remind him to eat

Ranboo almost burns down the potion shop from Phantombur's absence as he's terrified that you'll walk into the business and he'll have to face you one-on-one again

So. Many. Cigarettes.

Workplace AU Simpbur🌷

The world has ended. It's done. He took a leap of faith and plummeted to the ground

But really Simpbur accepts your decision but that doesn't stop him from openly expressing his affection and still trying to win you over. Some things he keeps to himself

If you can't be his now then he'll make sure you can in the future. Anyone who flirts with you gets a dark look from the lanky, but fairly muscled, guitarist.

All competition is eliminated and soon enough you'll begin to wonder why everyone who seems interested in you backs off until only one option remains. Him.

Then he'll have you and he won't ever let you go. So to summarize, Simpbur refuses to accept you'd deny him so he makes himself the only one who would want you.

Ghostbur💙

Oh poor Ghostbur...

When you told him you'd only love Alivebur and could never be with him in that way it hurt so much

Honestly I imagine him kind of getting into a realm of self-loathing for a split second. Kind of in a scenario of "why can't I be more like him?"

Actually now that I think about it that would make a great Spooky Season piece-

Ghostbur would kind of be a combination of Phantombur and Simpbur in the situation. He would attempt to make himself as much like Alivebur as possible, even going as far as experimenting with explosives once (spoilers: Philza did NOT like that).

Ghostbur would try his best to keep your friendship, your presence. He wants to be near you all the time even if you reject his affection that doesn't stop him from comforting you and giving you blue or lending you Friend whenever you seem a little down.

As of how he seems like Phantombur? Ghostbur would carry on in his duties down in the sewers when you weren't around and try and distract himself from the horrible pain in his chest.

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These are the 3 AU's on my list but if you want specific HC's for a specific version of C!Wilbur in my writings please specify. Ofc I had to add Ghostbur just because I've written quite a bit of him and I'll never pass up a chance to write our wonderful ghost-man.

Happy Spooky Season to you Anon! 🎃

#C!Wilbur HC's #dream smp #c!wilbur #c!wilbur soot #ghostbur #phantombur #dsmp #osmp #origins amp #Front Lines of L'manberg AU #wilbur soot #headcannons #alternate universe #tw rejection #c!wilbur soot x reader

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calmthefuckdownalright · 3 years ago

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Alternative Universes I Use

Front Lines of L'manberg

Front Lines of L'manberg is a series following the events of the POG2020 vs SWAG2020 election on the Dream SMP in which the Reader is Wilbur's fiance. Recent updates to the fanfiction show that Wilbur has now passed and the reader has begun their cycle of grief. It is a Fem!Reader fic.

Angel AU

The Angel Au was made for the specific Fanfiction, A Fall From Grace, and follows the Origins SMP where the Reader has the origin Angel from the Afterlife SMP previously played by Smajor1995 (Dangthatsalongname) on said SMP and is also a member of the Origins SMP. A Fall From Grace is a fic in which that the Angel!Reader falls through an enemies to lover cycle with Phantombur.

Workplace AU

Workplace AU is a simple alternative universe for Simpbur in which the reader is his coworker whom he is in love with. This takes place in the Real Life plane. Most Simpbur fics/One shots will take place in this AU.

Pirate L'manberg AU

Another self-made Au in which its basically Front Lines of L'manberg but PIRATES and quite a bit different. Don't know if I'm actually going to use it but if anyone likes the idea feel free to help out with ideas with a shot to my inbox or something.

Godsend AU

Godsend is a Sleepy Bois Inc. AU in which the gods above each choose a champion to represent them on the mortal plain. Death is left out of this game but finds out about it shortly before the game begins. They choose their Champion quickly and must guide the kind-hearted Philza through the trials of being the Angel of Death.

Its actually a fairytale love story kind of thing really. I think its cute and its the only way I can really write S.B.I so take what you can get.

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That is all the current AU's I am using. I'll add to as more arrive

Also you may request for any of these AU's Headcannons or even a one shot. I'm not sure how far I'll go with them but its always nice to try.

#AU List #dsmp #dream smp #dsmp au #dream smp au #Origins SMP Au #Front Lines of L'manberg AU #Workplace AU #Angel AU #Simpbur Au #C!Wilbur Au #Godsend AU

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"Madness is Unfit for a Lady"

A/N: It's here at last. Augh...kill me😭. This was painful

Warnings (Full Series): Cursing, violence, abuse, PTSD, grief, kidnapping, gore, death, explosives, possession, insanity, hallucinations, imprisonment, suicidal tendencies

Genre: 🍃 angst

Time Frame: Two days after Part 3

Pairing: C!Wilbur x Fem!Reader (engaged)

AU: Front Lines of L'manberg

Previous | Next (coming soon)

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You'd dragged yourself from the forest, not having seen or heard from anyone since the battle, and hidden in Pogtopia. Specifically the office and side rooms you'd lived in with Wilbur during the Pogtopia vs Manberg war.

You didn't go outside or so much as send a chat to Tommy that you were alright though you suspected he was busy rebuilding his home. Wilbur's home. What would've been your home. Should've been.

The unknown memory brought a fresh wave of sorrow to your tear dried eyes. No amount of sadness would compensate for the emptiness hollowing out your chest now. Wilbur was dead. Your Wilbur. No matter what the other called him, a villain or a madman, he had been yours alone and he was dead.

You didn't even so much as have a ring to your finger to show he was yours. Promised to you, till death do you part, even if the ceremony had never been performed.

"Though death may part us, I will forever love you."

You could hear him saying it on the winds those hours you spent crying in the forest. Could hear his voice as clear as wind chimes in the twitter of birds and rustle of branches.

You didn't know where you heard it, the quote, but Wilbur had never said it. It sounded like something he'd say...vow to you at the altar perhaps. Who cared...you'd never know. Not for sure anyway.

Through the course of your grief you'd searched every nook and cranny of Wilbur's office. His drawers, his chests, the bookshelves, everywhere for any kind of clue that he had been planning his death. That he was in pain and not telling you. That there was a chance you could've DONE something.

You knew if you did find something you'd only tear yourself apart over it. Blame yourself till you couldn't hardly bear to live and finally take the leap off the Netherack bridge you built over your Netherite mine. Or set fire to the Pogtopian caverns and let it bury you with the remaining legacy of your fiance.

But nothing... Nothing came and your body resisted to every mindless beg for it to give in and just fade away. To end its suffering.

A few more days passed and you wished yourself to have been born a swan. At least if this had happened if you were a swan you would've left this plane of existence to be with your lover by now. Death by a Broken Heart. Swans were lucky. They found the one, raised a family, and once everyone left them they died. Faded off to be with their heart in the next life.

"Stupid birds..." You uttered and smashed your face into the pillow. Dried lines of tears cracked under the action and you whimpered, wishing nothing but to see Wilbur's smile again. His eyes.

You'd been angry at him in your last moments together. In a fight and not close to resolving it. You hadn't kissed him or told him you loved him in those last minutes together. He made you a promise to see you again and you feared that would be for a much longer time than you thought.

You took in a deep breath and clutched at the sheets of your bed, reaching pointlessly for Wilbur besides you and only being met with his pillow. There was still an indent in the center where he had rested his head those night before. You pulled it close and held it under your nose, relishing the leftover scent of him on the cloth.

With the realization that this too would fade, fresh tears sprouted in your eyes.

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Another week had gone by and you had only begun to see more and more of you dead fiance. In every crack of the stone you remembered his rage and every echoing step his laughter. You found his L'manberg uniform and slept with it beside you now. His scent clung to it like a tick and you to that last remnant of him like a leech.

Today was different than the ones before. Today someone had came to see you. Someone had found you in this state of delusion and grief. Tubbo, the newly elected President of L'manberg, and all you could think about was how that was Wilbur's job. That was HIS position.

"Y/N, I've come to speak to you about Wilbur-" Tubbo sat across from you in Wilbur's office. You sat in the deceased's chair with your knees up to your chest like a child.

"I don't want to talk about him Tubbo." You muttered quickly. His name aloud was too much. It was too much to know he wouldn't answer anymore.

"Y/N we have to. He blew up L'manberg and were still trying to figure out why and if he has any other explosives set up!" Tubbo pressed and looked at you fervently.

"Tubbo I know what he did!" You shouted angrily. "I saw it same as you. I saw him DIE Tubbo!" You choked and pressed your head into your knees, fighting the knot in your throat with several deep breaths.

"I know...I know it's hard, but please Y/N. We have to be sure." Tubbo spoke softly and you lifted your head. "Tell us what you knew about Wil- his, gathering of explosive material."

"I don't. I didn't know anything. I know Dream visited him a lot and when-" A loud crash interrupted your words as the one who's name you spoke barged in with Sam, someone you'd never really known, and George behind him.

"Y/N, you're under arrest for the conspiracy to help blow up L'manberg." Dream's voice rang loud and clear.

"What?! No no no, what are you talking about?!" You stood up shocked and backed away as Sam advanced towards you with an axe in hand.

"Sorry it has to be this way." Sam uttered and stood straight, awaiting Dream's next orders.

"Tubbo what's going on?!" You exclaimed to your once ally.

"I'm sorry Y/N, you and Tommy both are liabilities to L'manberg. This is only necessary." The satyr bowed his head and stepped back as Sam pushed the axe edge into your back forcefully, thus making you stumble slightly as he escorted you out of Pogtopia.

"Under what evidence do you have the right to charge me with?!" You exclaimed and felt another sharp prod to your back as the entrance to your newly made home was torn away and sunlight hit your skin for the first time in months.

"You were Wilbur's right hand. His closest friend. He must've told you everything." Dream explained.

"Must've! That's under false accusations! This is illegal! I've done nothing wrong!" You protested and summoned your sword, turning on Sam and his Netherite axe. The sword you wielded was the same one you'd perfected that day in Techno's bunker. The same one Wilbur had refused to let you use at his side in battle, though not directly.

"Y/N put the sword down or suffer the consequences." Sam commanded but you didn't listen. You were a frightened animal surrounded by apex predators. The only thing you could think of to do was run.

So you did. Fast into the trees, sending a flare of fire behind you as you swung at a tree and set it ablaze.

"Stop Y/N!" You heard Dream yell after but you didn't. You set the forest in a setting of hungry flames and acrid smoke behind you.

What had provoked this belief that you had something to do with L'manberg's fall?! Why would they assume such treachery from you?

'Because you're mine.' A smooth velvet voice cracked your senses and you froze in your tracks as the fires reached hungrily at the trees surrounding you.

"What?" You huffed and turned in your stance till you were dizzy searching for the all too familiar and all too welcoming voice.

'I'll see you soon my Love, I promise.' A dark laughter filled your ears and before you stood Wilbur. His clothes were tattered and a long red gash oozed dark red blood through his dusty yellow sweater. His hand reached to caresses your face but not before flames engulfed him and the world became a reality of starving fire.

"Wilbur!" You grabbed at the spot where he once stood and dropped to your knees as they turned up empty.

"No no no, it wasn't supposed to be like this!" You cried and sobbed into your hands.

"I'm sorry Y/N....it'll all be over soon." A menacing voice that bleed all sorts of Danger alerts in your head sounded behind you and as you turned to see who it was, an axe came crashing down to your head.

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When you woke up you were back in Pogtopia. Back in your's and Wilbur's bed. This time your pockets were empty and no stray blocks or freshly crafted weapons were left. You didn't feel that different, maybe lighter. You'd never lost a life before. You knew everyone got 3 shots at this existence and now you had 2.

'Two more to go my dear. Don't waste them.' A draft from the unknown tickled your ear as Wilbur's voice again echoed around you. You followed the shimmering trail of wind till it wound itself into a ball and rested on the sheets of the bed. There Wilbur was again.

Dressed in the same trenchcoat and bloody sweater.

"Wilbur? Is-Are you really here?!" You reached out to your fiance and watched as he leaned his cheek into your palm with a soft smile. His skin was ice but you didn't care. He felt solid. Real.

"Of course not my Love. I'm dead." Wilbur kissed your palm before vanishing and your hand fell away as if nothing was ever there. The kiss didn't linger. It hardly felt like it had happened at all.

"Y/N. Let's go. Without a fight this time, we need you alive." Sam's voice was calmer than Dream's and less forceful. So you went with him.

You were losing it. After months of grief your mind was wearing away at the remind of your sanity.

"Sam, do you ever feel like you're losing your mind?" You asked him as he escorted you up the stairs of Pogtopia.

"Not often." He responded cooly and continued on your way. The acidic smell of smoke choked you for a second but it was gone before long. The fire was out already apparently and by the looks of Dream's clothing, you'd done a lot more damage than you'd thought.

"We can add arson with intent to kill to your charge now." The man in green spun the axe in his hand skillfully. A simmering anger rose in your chest as you wanted to scream but something cold was seemingly pressed against your lips and held your tongue still.

"You're a monster, Dream." You growled instead and allowed Sam to lead you away from your home of Pogtopia.

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The Prison was....cold. Empty and impenetrable. The only one capable of getting in and out being Sam. Apparently the place was supposed to be even immune to Dream's tricks.

"Empty your inventory into the hole." Sam commanded and you dropped the two pieces of dirt and a stick you'd picked up on the way. The items were burned immediately and you flinched at the sudden heat.

"Now follow me." Sam led you through multiple gateways and lava walls. Each one seemingly complicated enough to keep anyone and everyone trapped behind them.

"Impressive." You watched as the obsidian walls stretched out to reveal a cell down an open lava lake. With the flip of a lever a platform started to rise and move across the lake. Sam pushed you onto it with very strict instructions.

"You're gonna go into the cell over there and set your spawn. Then you're gonna place down with iron bar. You do anything other than that you die until you can't die anymore. Understand?" You had nodded and followed explicitly.

So began the years on loneliness...

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Five five five...you'd recorded the days and counted the years in words onto the yellowing pages of the journal Sam gave to you. No one had visited you yet and you could feel the boredom and longing for interaction clawing at your remaining sanity. Sure Sam had stopped by and given you food, asked how you felt or if you needed another book and quill but he was only doing his job. He wasn't your friend.

Then IT happened. You got a friend. Dream.

Dream's masked form stumbled across the obsidian floors before the iron bar was replaced and Sam commanded someone on the other side to bring him back. Not a word spoken to you or a glance spared. Cold expressions all around.

"Welcome to the Slammer Green Boy..." You smirked as Dream wiped off his outfit of a tattered green hoodie and black jeans.

"Don't call me that." Dream huffed and reluctantly set his spawn though you suspected by the way his hands shook and his shoulders kept tight that it was useless to do so. Somehow, Dream the most powerful man in the whole nations, was on his last life.

"You're stuck here Dream with me. I'll call you what I want." You grumbled and stuck your head between you knees. You couldn't think of anything worse than being stuck with Dream. Sure the years had been horrible by yourself but now they would be even worse with the man who put you in here.

"There's no way Sam would let me be in here with someone. Chances are you'll get moved." Dream sat on the bed and played with the boots on his feet which were missing their laces.

'Why didn't you think of that?! Break the bed and hang yourself. Then you'll be back at spawn and you can go from there!' You shook your head at the thought. Then you'd be on one life and just as jumpy as Tommy and Tubbo, or as unhinged as a certain hallucination of yours.

"Maybe you already are." Wilbur's transparent form sat across the obsidian floor from you. He held up a limp wrist with his knee while the other stretched out its ridiculous length nearly to the middle of the floor.

"I suspected." You grumbled and lifted your eyes to look at him. A year or so ago his face had begun to fade off and his body would falter in and out. You were forgetting him. How he looked specifically.

"Maybe being stuck with Dream won't be so bad." Wilbur shrugged and then he was beside you, holding your hand in his and playing with your fingers like a child.

"It was much better when it was just me." You huffed and Wilbur smiled before vanishing as Dream spoke again.

"Did you say something?" He asked.

"No." You said dully. You'd realized that in the act of having conversations with Wilbur, albeit in your head, you sometimes forgot it was supposed to stay in your head.

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Weeks went by and sure enough Dream was right. You were moved. Selfishly enough you weren't happy about it. You were in there first! That cell was yours! Sam or Dream didn't seem to care as you grumbled away.

The heat from the lava was refreshing from cold obsidian cage, even as you were soon tossed back into a cell. This one was smaller and more quaint. It had a bookshelf though and some lanterns. A comfier bed and a clear eye shot over the lake at Dream.

A few more weeks went by and you found a bliss in the privacy you now were able to have. Before it was always private. Sam was all the interaction you got. No one visited or sent you a letter. Nothing.

So you always had time to talk to Wilbur whenever you wanted. Now it was a choice. You could talk to Dream or yourself. Frankly you preferred yourself and Wilbur over the man who drove you to this insanity.

"You can't be mad at him forever. " Wilbur's voice said against your shoulder. You'd forgotten his face completely now, going as far as trying to draw it into the pages of one of your journals and failing as you struggled to recall even the shape of his eyes or if he had dimples when he smiled. The worn wrinkles of worry or happiness washing away from your memory to the point you cried when you couldn't even think of his jawline correctly. Everything was unfamiliar now.

"He's made me forget you. I can wish him to burn for as long as I hold these two lives." You muttered back and leaned your head against the obsidian wall.

"Why don't you just starve yourself or something? Break the bars and jump into the lava and end up at spawn again?" Wilbur suggested. He wouldn't suggest that...this was just your head now. The loneliness and grief stabbing into your imagination.

"That's stupid." You grumbled aloud and returned to your self induced struggle to remember anything you could about Wilbur. What he was like, physically and mentally. You scanned over every possible detail. Dove into years of memory and scanned shelf after shelf of moments where you might've seen his plan for mass destruction.

"Dream was around a lot. I smelled like gunpowder a lot after their visits according to you." Wilbur pointed out and suddenly he was there again. His face faint in the air as you stared ahead. He had a smile on his lips. That you remembered clearly. Wilbur was a smiley boy.

"Yeah...you're right." Your brow furrowed and you itched to find every snippet of Dream around Wilbur in your vast library of fading images.

You wrote them down as you thought of them. The ink drying and smearing with each scribble and sentence pressed onto its yellowing pages.

"Y/N? What're you up to?" Sam's voice threatened to unlock your focus and you shushed him quickly.

"Not now. I'm trying to think of why Wilbur would blow up L'manberg." You rushed out and scribbled down another faint memory.

"Y/N that's pointless. It's simple, he went mad." Sam said gently.

"People don't just go mad, Sam. There has to be a something I missed in those years." Your hand stopped as the graying shadows slipped away. You heard something bend and break then steps behind you. Heavy ones. Armored ones.

"Y/N, I know I put you in here but I think it's time I let you out. Dream didn't have the right to accuse you as an accomplice to Wilbur. Besides, I think there are some things you need to see." Sam rested a hand on your shoulder and you stiffened. Sam hadn't touched you before.

The only touch you'd known since Wilbur died was that of an axe to the head. Your first death. It had been numbing rather than intoxicating like this simple stretch for friendship.

"Sam, why did Dream want me away?" You muttered. Along with others, that had been one of the main questions you'd been trying to answer though it seemed unimportant now. You'd accepted your fate and planned to live it through.

"I, honestly, don't know Y/N. Now that I look back, it was wrong and I'm sorry for my part to play in it." Sam's hand moved away from your shoulder and he reached down for the book you'd been intent on writing. Every memory you could find of Wilbur in the weeks before the Pogtopia vs Manberg Final Battle was there. Even the ones that were simple as him laying next to you one night saying how he wished he could make everything go away back to normal.

"If you believe this Sam, why didn't you let me out earlier?" You asked now and stared at the rows of books.

"I wasn't thinking correctly." He stated simply like it was the answer to everything.

"Right." You nodded and reached up to grab the journal carefully. Sam let you. You really should've been happier about getting out, but you knew what was outside. People who hadn't cared over these five years you were gone. Or didn't know and hadn't bothered to find out.

"Sam, how's L'manberg?" You asked. He was once again leading you through the series of doors and hallways to the outside.

Sam didn't say anything for a while. He chose his words carefully.

"L'manberg is...L'manberg is gone Y/N. Dream and Technoblade destroyed it completely." He uttered and opened the last gate to the outside. As the natural light flooded in you stumbled back a little and had to squint. The naturally created air, the sunlight, the smell of the sea. It was all beautiful... But you couldn't enjoy it as that haunting noise echoed in your skull.

Wilbur's dark laughter after he'd blown up L'manberg first. That was all you heard. Even as Sam guided you down to the shore on a little hill and bid you goodbye after returning some basic things like some iron tools and armor.

It was a haze as the cackle of your deceased fiance clouded your mind. Took your senses down with it to the darkest parts of your memory your mind bad locked away.

"Enjoy..." He had said. To Tubbo. To You. To the whole damn world. He had left you and everyone else to clean up his mess.

"It's not fair Wilbur." You sobbed. You hadn't realized you were crying but now you noticed the curled position you sat in with hot tears falling from your eyes. The new freedom you had was not enough. It wasn't what you wanted. You wanted Wilbur back. You wanted to punch him till he coughed blood for what he did.

It was a horrible thought to wish but you did. You wanted to see Wilbur's pain but you wanted to ease it as well. Deep down you knew you could never hurt him, never turn you back and anger unto the man you loved. The anger was brief as you sniffed away the last of your tears.

The sun had begun to set and you realized it would be best to find somewhere to stay. L'manberg was gone...your house probably with it. Hell that probably got destroyed after Schlatt kidnapped you. That was so long ago even if he hadn't, the house would be so run down it'd be useless to try and save it now.

With the tools gifted to you, you dug a little hole and set up a bed area. You fell into the stiff blankets and felt sleep pull you under almost immediately. After years of being taken away from nature, the dirt seemed alive in welcoming you back to its presence.

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You woke up fairly early and packed up what little you owned. The best thing to do now was to find Tommy. He was the only one you knew you could trust. Tubbo had been a spy and a damn good one for what he was able to get before Schlatt found him out. Phil killed Wilbur...you didn't know if you could face him again. And Technoblade had helped destroy L'manberg for good with Dream.

Everyone else you knew was on Dream's side or shady in some form or other. It was sickening to think you couldn't trust anyone. Years ago you were a hermit kept to yourself and quiet among others. Now you were a woman without her fiance and A criminal let out on good behavior or whatever Sam had said.

'Has Tommy changed as well?' You couldn't help but think of the blonde boy with the filthy mouth being anything but that. You hoped he hadn't but you knew on some level he wouldn't be the same. He had lost a brother that day and all the trust he had bestowed in Wilbur. It sounded selfish but there was hardly a doubt in your mind Tommy and yourself were the most effected by Wilbur, in life and death.

So you carried on with that false sense of hope that little man hadn't moved on too far without you these past five or so years.

"Tommy?" You called out. His mound of a house was vacant and the chests, as usual, untidy and thoroughly raided. "Toms?" You shouted again and continued to wander in search of him.

The land was quiet and then you heard shuffling and a familiar, and still slightly annoying, voice.

"Tommy?!" You whirled around and saw him sitting on a bench talking to some other figure you didn't recognize. One who's skin was gray and a yellow sweater pulled over their lanky frame.

"Y/N?" Tommy turned around to face you and you swear you've never seen the man run so fast. Before you could even register the movement Tommy was in your arms and spitting out questions faster than you could hear. It felt so nice to finally touch another being again. Even if it was the most chaotic man on the whole existence.

"Where the Hell have you been?! What happened to your face? Jesus Christ you won't believe the things I've done since we last spoke!" Tommy was frantic as he pulled away and you gawked at how much he'd grown. The short 17 year old revolutionary was now nearly a six foot man who had grown fairly well into the scrawny frame genetics felt him.

"Tommy, slow down you're gonna give me a stroke!" You laughed and ruffled his hair. "I got arrested! Arrested for God's sake! Apparently Dream convinced Sam I had something to do with L'manberg blowing up. The first time I mean." You added. "I've been in Pandora's for the past five years, alone." You muttered.

"Dream got Tubbo to exile me! For a while it was just me and Ghostbur. Dream was my only friend, or so I thought. Turns out he convinced everyone I was better off. Gotta be honest it was probably the worst years of my life." Tommy chuckled.

"Ghostbur? Who's Ghostbur?" Your brow furrowed and Tommy stepped aside as a cheery voice smile at you.

"Hello!" The figure you saw Tommy talking to waved happily at you, not exactly looking at you but more than a glance before turning to a blue dyed sheep at his side.

Your blood pounded and time stood still. This was madness...it couldn't be. He was dead. Gone. Forever!

"Wilbur?" You stuttered and the ghostly man looked up at you. Really this time. Those vacant eyes, glazed with death, widened in their own and lonely tears fell from your eyes as you noticed the blue stain slashing down his middle.

This had to be your imagination. A dream. You were still in the prison. Wilbur was still dead and hardly memorable in your mind. This WASN'T real!

"Love?" Ghostbur uttered and you felt Tommy realize the moment beside you.

"This isn't possible," You choked and stepped back as Wilbur, no Ghostbur, stood. "You're dead."

"I'm here Y/N." Ghostbur said. His voice was the one you'd talked to all these years. His mouth curved to perfection in that eternal mischievous smile.

He was back...

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The part isn't the problem. Its my SEVERE motivation mood swings. All I know is pain.

But YAY WE GET SOME GHOSTBUR CONTENT NOWWW

Also if you didn't notice, you can spot the five stages of grief beginning to present themselves. Denial of course being the center stage and anger appearing briefly. Next you have bargaining, depression, and acceptance.

Am I coping through my writing? Maybe...

Hope you've enjoyed and I'll see you soon 👋

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