#TELL ME THAT IS NOT GHOSTBUR BEHAVIOR!!!!!!!

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

gHOSTBUR AND BABY MOANA WOULD BE FRIENDS-

[irrealisms]

isolate song liner notes

fic here if you haven't read it; i'll be posting liner notes for my most recent three fics sort of periodically over the course of the next week or two

fic idea credit goes entirely to my friend birdy, who does songbird neurology research and had a bunch of xenofiction ideas about birdsong + tommy and ghostbur

this fic was almost named so this is what the volume knob is for, from dance music by the mountain goats, and i listened to that song on repeat a lot while writing this. highly recommend it as a song pairing. it's about abuse and music and it's one of my top picks for c!tommy in general. it also makes me think of @divinekillcam a lot (so look i'm seventeen years old ... when the police come to get me i'm listening to dance music, dance music), who is also c!tommy in a way, and who i thought about a lot while writing this fic. he was the first person i sent a draft of it to

the fic was originally written as though tommy was a normal songbird with just the one critical period and then i sent it to my Bird Knowledge Betas and one of them (soroka) went "tommy should be a starling (here are some Reasons it would be Themes)" and the other (birdy) went "starlings are actually open-ended song learners, this is also themes". birdy's comment is almost word-for-word copy-pasted into the end note, lol. this did genuinely make me emotional, though. man. his song will get better ... T_T

something i tried to capture and don't know how well i did at is that techno & tommy are really, really funny. i rewatched some bedrock bros streams for this and spent the whole time laughing. like, tommy's being annoying, but also they're just really funny together! no one writes technoblade funny enough. idk if i did either but i did try.

relatedly: no one writing tommy-sympathetic bedrock bros abuse recovery fic writes him annoying enough. i wanted to make Tommy Is Being So Very Annoying And Frustrating To Techno (and yet they do like each other) a major element in this fic even as i gave the readers sympathetic reasons why

something i didn't get a chance to really include in the fic for wordcount reasons is that tommy is soooooo parasocial and weird about phil for reasons of "he's a corvid TOO.... he's got wings just like me...." etc. even while not really...knowing phil very well

birds with clipped wings can get more anxious and have more behavioral problems (including screaming/being louder!) because they can't do their automatic reflex of flying away when in an anxiety-provoking situation! this felt very bedrock bros era tommy to me. also, "tommy's wings get clipped in exile" is such a stereotypical fanon thing and the exchange i wrote this for was about "what if we wrote stereotypical fanon tropes But Good", so.

did you know that birds don't actually sing while in flight? i didn't! shoutout to birdy for telling me this--the original ending had tommy singing while he flew. luckily i had already set up the tower for him to land on.

[edgy-pastel]

DSMP au oneshot WIP. The AU is basically a remake of an older au me and my friend @1weirdartist made: c!Schlstt only lost two lives when he had a heartattack and was able to go into hiding. He ends up in the area exile happens, gets caught by c!dream, and is tricked into a cellar where c!dream experiments on him to teat stuff with the revive book (torture and murder). Ghostbur and c!Tommy find him, but c!Tommy doesnt want to let him out due to being understandable still upset at all he did, and Ghostbur listens and doesnt tell anyone. He still visits though. Obligatory statement of ‘I dont support ccdream or ccwilbur’ just in case. WIP under the cut

Schlatt sat in the dusty, dark cellar in a ball against the wall; feeling absolutely pathetic. The nerves in his face are too numb to hold back the tears thanks to the grindstone from earlier. He was just about to nod off when he heard a distorted, yet familiar voice ascend down into the hell he trapped himself into, “Hhhhheyy Human Friend!-“ He mumbled an interuption, only audible due to the involuntary squeek. The damp air on his left grew cooler as the ghostly devil sat, “Hm? What’d you say Human Friend?” schlatt lift his head to peak at him, “Fhuck hoff.” He tried to sound more aggressive, his hoarse and impaired voice doing nothing to help.

”Ohh… what’d he do this time?” The ghost’s sympathy made Schlatt’s stomach churn; the flesh in his stomach isnt help either. He turns so he’s leaning on the wall, and away from the poor excuse of mimicry talking to. A cold, weightless hand is layed on his back, “How come you never tell me… I want to help…” He huffs in response, not bothering to saying anything at all. After a few moments the ghost tugs at his arm; if it weren't for the lack of any real mass it would've hurt for the ghost to even touch it. He doesn't try to resist, a behavior which has been ingrained into his ever decaying psyche. In his hand he feels the familiar dust that the ghost gives him each time, "I use blue to get rid of-" "ih dohnt ghive ah siht."

[theminecraftbox]

The image of Tommy, Quackity, and possibly Sapnap bursting into prison because they think Sam and Dream have staged some evil plan together, only to find Dream in the main cell shut into a corner and in horrible pain... ouch. That's going to be quite a shock for them, and awfully humiliating for Dream.

Bonus points if Punz joins their little break-in group for some reason, or catches word that they think the imprisonment was staged, and just goes "...haha... maybe..."

/dsmp /rp

@dr3amofagame and I have been hashing out some details about this :)

Quackity and Tommy are annoyed and upset and suspicious about Sam’s behavior.

Tommy wants his closure, seeing Dream in a box, and he wants Wilbur revived: what’s the point of Dream still being alive and locked up if he can’t do the one thing they spared him for?!

Quackity just wants to get to the bottom of this mess. What’s Sam hiding, does he or Dream have the book, are they working together, is the book even fucking real? He’s still bitter over Sam’s rejection, too—and he’s weirded out by how Sam spoke to him when he requested a visit. There was so much accusation and familiarity.

So they hatch a plan. It’s a really dumb plan, involving ender pearls and cows and ding dong ditching and invis potions and probably costume changes. But the Looney Tunes Crew is off and away: Tommy, Quackity, and Ghostbur are sneaking into the prison.

Somehow, it actually works. Sam’s gotten—complacent isn’t quite the right word, but he’s been satisfied that his changes to the timeline have prevented further attempts at visits or infiltrations.

The three reach the main cell and are confronted with a wall of glass. Behind that wall is Dream, thin and pale and manacled and staring at them like he can’t believe his eyes. These are the first people other than Sam he’s seen in three months. Sometimes he’d wondered if he’d forgotten what other people look like. (He wonders if he’s hallucinating. But why would his mind conjure these three?)

Quackity demands the book. Dream flatly, automatically, refuses. Tommy demands Dream revive Wilbur. Dream hesitates.

Tommy, who came in ready to make a point to Dream (and maybe rough him up a bit) has TNT on him. The glass is destroyed and the alarm goes off. Sam is on his way.

Panic! Time is short. “Get me out of here,” Dream demands, “and I’ll do anything you want! Please, Sam’s crazy, get me out of here and I’ll give you the book, I’ll revive whoever.”

Which is of course met by flat denial (and swearing) from Tommy and Quackity. Quackity shoves a book and quill into Dream’s hands: “Write it right now, Dream, right fucking here, or I swear to god I’ll use this axe.”

Dream tries another tack: “Look, I can’t even use the book in here. It needs, um, a full moon and thirteen cactus?” It doesn’t work. Tommy tells him, “then write it out and tell us how, bitch.” Sam is so near. Dream can hear his voice echoing through the prison. Or is that just his imagination?

Sam’s on the other side of the lava now. It’s not just in Dream’s head. He’s screaming at Tommy and Quackity and Ghostbur to step away from the prisoner. All five of them are panicking. (It’s only a few days after Ghostbur’s death in the original timeline. Sam had breathed a huge sigh of relief when the date passed. This is a NIGHTMARE.)

Sam presses a button. A dispenser clicks: poison and weakness fall on everyone but Ghostbur (who’s lingering by the lava, lost and confused). Tommy and Quackity scream in pain and surprise. Dream goes dead quiet.

Everyone is yelling and there are only moments left. Dream knows he’s not getting out of here, not like this. So he makes a snap decision: ignoring the pain and nausea, he scrawls out the words of the book, he strides forward (stepping out of his tiny glass cage for the first time in months), and he tosses it in the lava. Then he pushes Ghostbur in right after it. A flash of light. A last gambit. Dream can only pray to god Wilbur thinks kindly of him.

That’s it. Sam pearls into the cell. He orders Dream back against the wall, Dream obeys. Then Sam rounds on Tommy and Quackity.

What follows is chaotic and violent. Sam screams imprecations in Quackity’s face, Quackity screams right back. Quackity has been a specter hanging over Sam’s head for months. All this time he’s spent torturing punishing Dream, it’s been because Sam was AVOIDING Quackity’s involvement! (And Tommy’s involvement, and Ghostbur’s!) This is Quackity’s fault!! And HOW did he even get in here!

Sam is bigger and stronger and better equipped than Quackity. Sam ignores Tommy’s screams and Quackity’s begging—and then there’s blood soaking Quackity’s shirt, and there are fingers on the floor. Then Sam drives Warden’s Will right through Quackity’s chest. One more life gone. Quackity’s body vanishes. Far away in Las Nevadas, Quackity sits up screaming, cradling his hand to his chest and thinking bloody, bloody thoughts.

Tommy, shell shocked, is dragged out of the cell by the scruff of his neck. Sam promises Dream he’ll be back soon. Dream sinks to the ground, stares at the broken glass, and waits.

[maddenleftchat]

Hiya! I hope you're having a good day today! Do you think I could request general headcanons of yan!ghostbur? Maybe his favorite kind of darling, what he'd want to do with his darling, etc?

Sure!

Triggers: very mild yandere behavior

~ Ghostbur~

Ghostbur isn't that much of a yandere if I'm being honest.

Like I have said before, the only reason he is a yandere is because he had some possessive side left behind from when he was alive.

Ghostbur would be more clingy to you though.

He does like a little more of your attention on him.

He's very mild and mostly harmless.

Notice how I said mostly.

Ghostbur isn't one to play tricks on his darling just for the hell of it.

He rarely ever manipulates his darling.

Ghostbur hates it just as much as darling.

But why?

Why would our sweet like ghosty phantom boy manipulate darling?

"mAddEn i THoUgHT yOu saId hE wAs HarmLeSs."

Well I did.

But I also said mostly.

So let's get into that.

~

The only time Ghostbur will ever manipulate you is when he is jealous.

Ghostbur likes to believe that he has a good judgment of character when it comes to your friends.

He's okay most of the time with your friends, as long as you guys don't get too touchy. A hug or two is fine, but only side hugs.

It doesn't matter the gender.

This man still has a little bit of Wilbur.

And Wilbur got jealous very easily (remember the TV incident?)

When you leave to go hang out with your friends Ghostbur will say this:

"Oh, okay! Have fun, and be careful."

And what he means…

"Oh yeah, go hang out with them. But be sure to stay a comfortable distance away, and I'll be watching from afar!"

Yeah...he does that. Not in that creepy of a way.

But what happens if you do make him jealous?

Well…

He cries.

Ghostbur can't do much, he doesn't have the heart.

Like he doesn't have the heart to be too jealous, it will just eat at him.

So you better be there to comfort him.

To avoid making him jealous/ungodly sad, make sure you lay out your boundaries with friends all Ghostbur is present.

This will make him feel more secure in your relationship.

Don't get me wrong, Ghostbur had also had trust in your relationship; but who doesn't like extra security?

~

What type of darling is Ghostbur's favorite?

Well, there's quite a few darlings that he likes.

But for now I'll just go over the top three.

1- Confidant, but humble darling.

Ghostbur looks up to you for your confidence.

He loves how you believe in yourself so much, and how you are so happy with yourself.

It makes his heart pulse with love whenever he sees you do something well, knowing you can do it well.

But what seals the deal for this man is how you don't brag about it.

You don't go out of your way to tell everyone that you did this and this without making any mistakes.

You just take your victory silently and smile.

2- Quiet, but smart darling.

In Ghostbur's words, "Wow...I wish I could have your big brain."

You're so quiet, but your mind is like a whole other world to this man.

Ghostbur loves how you can solve puzzles, in what seems, like just seconds

You amaze him when you speak your mind with your genius ideas.

He loves how you are willing to just answer all his questions when you cuddle.

Even if the question is just random, like a really hard math question that he just came up with.

"Love?" He'll ask.

"Hm?"

"What does 72×(234-92)67 equal?"

You'll think for a moment, "685,008"

The pure amazement in his eyes is bound to make you at least smile.

3- Ambivert darling.

Ghostbur will be all over you.

You have the perfect balance of social time, and Ghostbur time.

He appreciates how you know what to say when to say it.

Your personalities may differ, but as long as you aren't too intense he will love you no matter what.

There isn't anything that stands out about you in a crowd, and that's what he loves.

You're recognizable if someone knows you, but if not; you're just another random face on the street.

~

Wilbur's favorite activities with his darling are mostly staying at home and chilling.

He loves watching older movies with you, and you two can just laugh at how bad they are.

But if you're into art, he'll try to find an art gallery nearby if that's your thing.

Really, Ghostbur will enjoy anything you enjoy, as long as you're happy.

But he will absolutely melt, if you take this man to a music store.

~

How do you exactly become his darling?

Well you were a good friend of Ghostbur's and you two slowly became a couple.

Pretty boring I know..

But you think this man has the heart to kidnap you?

No way.

Ghostbur is a mild yandere.

~

In short: (no summary, too much went on in this one).

Word count: 817

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Thanks for reading!

[can-i-be-your-blue]

Warden Tommy au idea (Tommy is literally covered in scars and the fire like one on his face is from him trying to get off the smiley face that dream branded on his dead body in prison)

Tommy gets fed up with all the shit that has happened after his death and resurrection. So he packs up and leaves, giving notes to puffy, foolish and quackity as he trusts them the most out of everyone. Finds this really nice island that he calls Summerset isles

(This below, yes I snagged the Summerset isles from Skyrim lol)

Goes their and makes his own country that is peaceful but will rekt your shit. Tommy being the warden and the king of Summerset puts a lot of stress on him so he has some one help. Who better than Sam nook himseld, Tommy was able to get his chip from his body and make him a full netherite body and back ups (he's paranoid)

So Sam helps him a lot with work and other duties he has. Like I said in my last Tommy au thing, he's emotionally detached but for his people, children and the 3 he still holds dear. He is more inclined to show some form of emotion to them like small smiles or light chuckles. Tommy still has the self sacrifice mentality to where he will fight for others especially defenceless children, he could never make them pick up a sword until they are old enough. Tommy has done a few experiments on himself not a good idea but whatever, he's extremely calm and collected. He now breaths poison and knock out gas, purple for poison and green for knock out gas. He also has a crazy regeneration factor now so limbs come back and organs grow back. Blood can be used to bump others regenerative properties to heal wounds, missing/damaged organs and limbs. Tho he rarely does as it could attract bad attention. You know the movie lost City of Atlantis with the shield giants, Tommy has that around his kingdom so protect it, to get it to activate he has a spear that he plunges into a hole in his castle courtyard. Once that is done Tommy must stay there as it uses his strength and energy to stay up leaving him defenceless but he has nook and the best guards. Tommy carrys around mashs(fate grand order?) Shield as one of his main weapons also uses a 2 bladed Katana(?)

Tommy is also immortal like Phil, eret, foolish and techno. Tommy love kids as of that he is helping them do school work or cooking, going to orphanages, reading to them as well. Overall vvv soft with children.

Warden Tommy is very different than Sam, as the prisoners are not beat up and tortured like dream. Good behavior is rewarded with fun activities and other such fun things. Bad behavior is having things taken or a time way from said fun activities. If the prisoners are young they get schooling and other such thing as job practices for when they get out. Overall it's vary humane and lovely with warm beds and Gordon Ramsay star food.

When puffy brings the smp to Summerset he is less than thrilled to see them. Tommy is also has wings and piglin(brute) like will and techno. This goes into Tommy getting slightly angry saying that they will put his people in danger and that they can't be trusted here. He softens down a bit for puffy. This leads to them apologize to him and Tommy who has severe PTSD, abandonment issues along with trust issues, to be very suspicious of them thinking that they are going to use him again. He said he forgives them but has no trust in them, Wilbur may say something to piss him off like trying to get him to fall for the family dynamic which leads to Tommy snapping and growing to his piglin brute form has wings spread glaring at him. Grabbing him by his scruff of his shirt saying your only reason your alive if bc of me and ghostbur. Every is scared bc 1 the never knew he had wings and him being piglin, and 2 his fucking height. Normal adult Tommy is 6'7 to piglin brute 10 feet (I like to think techno is 7 feet tall and brutes are very big as to tell the difference). 3 they see Tommy's fucking decimated wings that look like shit, Tommy had cut them off the first time in exile then dream cut them off when they grew back to ya.

(Will add more when I think of it, no art is mine)

[y0ur-h0nor]

Sweater in the Snow|| Sbi x reader

>•||Chapter 6||•<

Gender Neutral! Reader

|| Please do not steal my work, I work hard in writing them so I appreciate you do not go around stealing my work and claim it as yours||

A/n: This book isn't edited but after I finish this book editing will be in process.

It had been about a week during the encounter of Y/n finding out about the things Dream was doing to Tommy things, if Tommy claimed to be friends with Dream, Why would he blow his stuff up?  Tommy had worked hard to get those items!

Y/n was getting wary of Dream, they always seemed like they were walking on eggshells when they visited and Dream was around which was seemingly frequent, they spoke lesser and was less active, usually they'd be running around and giggling about, this behavior was not missed by Dream, he noticed how on edge they were around him.

He had suspected Tommy might have slipped up about what Dream was doing to his stuff, and Dream didn't want that, he expected for Y/n to find out since they were so close to Tommy and they basically kind of live in Logstedshire, but he didn't expect it to be so soon, so he had to quicken up his plan and head to the next step.

But what he had not expected was Tommy planning to hide a secret stash of things he had collected, he was tired of his hard work getting blown up in front of him and he decided to have a secret stash of resources and weapons, he hid it so Dream wouldn't know about it or at least find out (Because you know, it's like buried/ hidden.)

But sometimes things don't exactly go our way, and things end up bad.

Y/n wanted to come over to give Tommy a sweater they had made with their Mother Kristin, when they begged to make Tommy something by their own, Kristin happy to spend time with them and do something together, there were some fails but Kristin was a patient Mother and encouraged her child to not give up.

They gripped on to their backpack straps as they waved they waved goodbye to their Mother earning one back from where they stood getting prepared to teleport, they close their eyes and they float a bit off the ground before they safely go back down, opening their eyes they smile as they teleport into the familiar place, Y/n would often teleport next to where they built the flower garden.

They breath in and exhale and look around looking for Tommy before walking a bit and look around but stop when they see a flash of green, they run over to the familiar green hoodie but stop when they see what Dream was doing there was Tommy but he didn't look happy at all, they saw Dream gripping his axe.

They can't hear him but Tommy was saying something as he tries to reason with Dream with a small smile on his face and eyebrows furrowed, they wanted to come closer and hear what they were saying but their gut told them not to but their brain was saying the opposite, they stay there in place.

Dream had caught Tommy hiding away a secret stash of items and he made a plan to blow it up just like he did with Tommy's other items and maybe teach him a lesson after but the stuff didn't blow up and Tommy got some of the stuff and placed it inside his inventory and clutching his sword in his hand, he watched warily as Dream stood there motionless, it would've been alot more easier if Tommy could read minds so he'd know what Dream was thinking about.

But then Dream took out his bow and aimed it at Tommy, he let out a scream as he scrambled to run away from him, and Dream had followed in suite, both had left and ran in a different direction as Tommy tried not to trip and fall while he ran along side with avoiding the arrows that flew past him.

The child watched in horror as they gripped onto their sweater tight as they shake in fear, they looked up and saw that Tommy and Dream were gone.

Where did they go!?

They looked around before they took a step and took another slow one as their steps gradually went faster as they panicked, they didn't know why Dream was doing all this but they knew it was bad and he shouldn't be doing it but Tommy did nothing!

They looked around when they ran the same direction Tommy and Dream went, they weren't very familiar with this place since they always stayed at either in Sanctuary or at Logstedshire, they started getting tired as they heavily panted.

They went to a stop when they had started seeing snow, their breathing got heavier as they shook their head and repeated the word 'No' over and over again.

Tears had started building up in their eyes as they started getting confused and scared, they pulled down their hat to their head as they took a step back, snow was bringing up bad memories.

Don't let the monster get us!

Scary...

I don't like it..

Daddy..?

...Daddy?

Many voices started speaking.

They furrowed their eyebrows and their tears started falling down their face as they sobbed and hiccuped.

I don't have a Father though...

'Y/n?' an airy voice broke them from their thoughts as they turned around and spotted Ghostbur and Friend 'Ghostbur!' they cried out as they encase Ghostbur in a hug, burying their face in his sweater, 'I want Tommy!' Ghostbur frowned and went to grab some blue and hand it to the child 'Here, have some blue.' he says giving the child a little smile.

They look up at him and sniff, wiping their tears with their sleeve and take the clear crystal and hold it as the it slowly fades into a deep colored blue, they feel a bit better but they turn around to look at the fluff white snow and then turn back around to look at the blue Ghostbur had handed to them.

'I was going to visit Technoblade' They look up at him and tilt their head Tech..noblade?? They must've been a friend of Ghostbur's, 'Tommy..' they whine as their started to get worried once more for their friend.

Ghostbur picks up the child and smiles at them giving them friends' leash to hold 'How about you tell me what hapoend?' Ghostbur gives the child a patient smile and they fiddle with the leash before telling Ghostbur what happend.

Ghostbur said that he thought Dream was scary and if Tommy went in the direction of the tundra, which is where Technoblade lives, he has most likely found his house.

'How about we go to the tundra and check if Tommy's there, if not we can look somewhere else.'

'No! No snow!' the child yells as they cling onto Ghostbur and bury their face in his shoulder.

Ghostbur was worried, they hadn't had this behaviour before, they weren't the kind to be very fussy and Ghostbur didn't know what to do and how to deal with it.

'Ghostbur?'

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There will be spelling errors as I mentioned before that I haven't edited it.

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[windows-kinhelp]

hey, argbur here, could i get some stim hcs, or hcs that center around behavior/mannerisms please? thank u a lot

Hiii ARGbur!! It's ya boi Ghostbur doin another type of req i have NO CLUE on how to do!! Sorry if it's not the best, but I hope you like it regardless! Tell me if you want anything changed!

→ Pulling the zipper of your jacket up and down!

→ Rubbing your hands together/playing with your fingers!

→ Twirling the temples of your glasses between your fingers!

→ Tapping on tables/keyboards w/o pressing hard enough to type!

→ Twirling around like you're dancing! (thought this one fit well :)) )

[shadowqueen1220]

Analysis on C! Tubbo's Emotional State

Disclaimer: I am in no means a professional and I am heavily basing this off of my own experiences and general observations. (Please let me know if my wording is bad)

This is all about the roleplay characters if it wasn't clear

Warning: self harm, self sacrifice, self destructive behavior and talk of mental health and canon typical violence

Tubbo has always been a self sacrificial character. He always helps his friends at the expense of his own safety (ie disc war and L'manburg). He is a bit of an overachiever and that has gotten worse when combined with tendencies of paranoia. (all og members of L'manburg have paranoia issues, stemming from the final control room)

After the Independance War, Tubbo was involved with the elections. He made a secret bunker, saying "hope for the best plan for the worse" in case the electrons went wrong. He was proven right and then had to endure a harsh dictatorship.

Spy Tubbo was constantly under stress. He not only was secretly slipping information to Pogtopia but had his role of Security of State as well. At the Elections, Schlatt verbally abused Tubbo and scared him into following his orders. Most of the things Schlatt had told Tubbo to have shaped him into the Tubbo that internalizes and represses all his emotions. (ie don't complain, don't cry, don't talk back, agree with everything I say). Tubbo, who already naturally liked to help his friends, was forced to become a yes man in order to stay safe.

The Festival was a disaster and a huge blow to Tubbo's self esteem. The famous line here is "Wilbur said he wasn't going to hurt me" and Tubbo wholeheartedly believed that he could trust Wilbur, his former president and older brother figure. However, all he got was the fact that he was now expendable to Wilbur. His death was brushed aside and it seemed like the only person who cared was Tommy. Even Tubbo quickly became desensitized to the fact that his own pain did not matter in the chaos of the situation.

His life becomes even more chaotic when he is thrust into the role of President and his self sacrificing nature kicked in when no one else would take the presidency. And then in the first 10 minutes into his presidency, he is shot and his nation is blown up.

Tubbo takes this all in stride, repressing everything in order to rebuilt but his cabinet does not listen to him and constantly talks over him. When his vice president and best friend gets into trouble, Tubbo learns that he must be louder in order to be heard.

Tubbo felt betrayed by Tommy's actions during the exile negotiations. He felt as if Tommy didn't respect his power and the pressure of living up to President Wilbur, the threat of becoming like President Schlatt and the expectations of the entire nation all depended on him.

Tubbo once again choose sacrifice but this time, he was not only sacrificing himself but harmed Tommy in his decision as well. Immediately Tubbo regretted his decision and regressed into his yes man habits to cope with the situation.

From here on out, this may be a bit of a stretch but I love putting lore goggles on to every scene for analysis purposes and with a character like Tubbo who is rarely played, we can get some character depth from seemingly "silly" bits.

Tubbo after exiling Tommy shifted from being self sacrificial to self destructive. Both presidents before him had died and the odds were not looking good for Tubbo, already he had made an awful decision that he immediately regretted. Yet he couldn't reverse it and didn't feel worthy enough to see Tommy.

Tubbo never built himself a home in L'manburg. No stuff, no place to sleep, no roots. He told Ranboo that the presidency was all his when the elections came around. He didn't want to be president anymore. He's worryingly self depreciating.

I don't quite remember the timing of this stream but Tubbo and Ranboo once went nether exploring. Ranboo panicked as Tubbo was extremely reckless during this adventure, jumping into lava without fire res, speed bridging with few blocks and jumping off of tall places without checking his health. In addition, Tubbo went through a series of projects as a President, always doing something new and often involving things that could hurt him (ie Ravenger teleportation, tnt jumping). We can see Tubbo become subtly self destructive during this time.

(sidenote: tubbo has a habit to jump off of high things and expecting the person at the bottom to water bucket. Tommy usually is the person to "catch him" and I find it interesting that they both had self destructive tendencies while the other was gone. I'll come back to this point soon)

We never get Tubbo's opinion on the Butcher Army. He heavily opposed the idea at the beginning of the presidency but agreed to take part in it despite Techno killing him being a traumatizing event.

And then Logsteadshire. The guilt of exiling his best friend and being the cause to his death is too much for his mind to handle and he passes out. We never learn how Tubbo got back to L'manburg and the next time we see him, he is back to throwing himself into project after project.

The next time we really see Tubbo is when Tommy and Technoblade take Connor hostage. Ranboo says that Tubbo is just staring at a grass block and when Tommy appears, Tubbo is severely shaken. He is glad that his best friend is alive and upset that he's teamed with his murder but has to all shove it aside to fulfill his role as president. Tubbo takes Tommy yelling at him and Techno's accusations with no protest and once again, represses everything to move on.

Already the Green Festival reminded Tubbo of familiar events but at this time he was in control or so he thought. He had already failed an execution so he was determined to make this word so L'manburg could be safer. He had failed Tommy so he might as well try to make the server a better place by killing Dream. Yet Tubbo had doubts about it.

Dream was manipulating Tubbo during his entire presidency. Tubbo truly believed that Dream was his friend and thought that Dream supported him as a president. His self esteem was so low that he searched for validation anywhere (ie "rate my kidnapping", "phil tell me I'm doing good pls") and Dream willingly gave him companionship.

But then Dream started screaming at him and calling him and awful president, Tubbo agreed with Dream. Tubbo saw himself as weak and stupid and no one came to his defense so it had to be true.

His fight with Tommy was very impactful and led Tubbo to believe that the discs mattered more than him but we'll get back to that soon. Most of the things said during this fight were forgiven by both parties so I hope it doesn't affect him much.

Sidenote: when Quackity suggests to execute Ranboo, Tubbo chooses forgiveness for Ranboo having been in that position before and snaps at Quackity. Here we get a glimpse of Tubbo's inner emotions and we can see clearly that the events of the festival have hurt him.

Doomsday is further proof to Tubbo that he is the worst President that L'manburg had. He stares at the destruction in mute disbelief and even throws himself into tnt and in front of a firework for Tommy. By the end of the experience, Tubbo is so drained that he has given up on government, the fight beaten out of him and he lets L'manburg go, thinking it was his fault it fell.

Tubbo has suffered the most from government yet strives to make a community. Snowchester was supposed to be his healing. However, Tubbo's paranoia from all the violence and the lessons that he has learned from the others, caused him to built a way to defend himself. He doesn't even make a bed for himself in his new house.

Then his life gets shaken up by the Disc War Finale. He refuses to talk about his feelings on the odds, accepts defeat instantly as they were "doomed from the beginning" and doesn't seem to mind the fact that he might die.

In fact, he says "It was about time anyway"

Tubbo thinks he is living on borrowed time. All of the presidents before him are dead and he is in a seemingly impossible situation. Death seems to be the only option and he has accepted it before hand so he is fine with it. Even Tommy seems shaken by this as Tubbo was so positive about the situation before. But Tubbo had been hiding that all for Tommy's sake as he is very self sacrificial.

When everything seems to return to "normal" Tubbo tests his nukes and later tells Ranboo that be had expected everything to go horribly wrong. He is trying to heal and does a decent job at it, starting a family and building Snowchester.

But then he gets the memo that Tommy has been trapped in prison with Dream. He checks out the prison, being a inconvenience to the guards and is hardly fazed when Sam threatens to kill him. He leaves feeling disappointed that he cannot help but that is what it is and Tubbo thinks that Tommy is the strongest person he knows.

So that's why Tommy can't be dead. Tubbo denies Sam's words and when they finally register, begins an investigation to find out who's to blame. He becomes self destructive again, wearing Dream's armor and building a familiar panic room to research the crime.

He is once again extremely reckless when investigating. With Ranboo's help, they go and investigate the egg and Tubbo shows his lack of care for his own safety. He tries to break open the egg, challenges Bad and Ant to a pvp and suggests to continue investigating. But at this point, Ranboo has noticed this recklessness and gently reminds Tubbo of Michael.

From this point, Tubbo seems to be healing again. And then to make things better, Tommy is back and they are going to kill Dream but that's okay because it hasn't really settled yet. Tubbo is once again shaken by Tommy's return and follows him in silence to make sure he is really there. He is so worried about Tommy, he reaches out to MIA Ghostbur to help him.

Tubbo is still self destructive but less so after this. He still jumps off high places but does so more out of trust. He finally gets a bed in Snowchester and things seem to be looking up.

But then Tommy's words about Dream settle in. Dying is no longer permanent and Tubbo has things he wants to protect. To do this he recommissions the nukes but is panicked when one is stolen.

We have no idea where it is going to go from here, but I can already see some problems with Tubbo's increasing paranoia.

In addition, the details about the nukes and their suicide button and Tubbo's willingness to sacrifice himself for the greater good does not bode well.

Overall, Tubbo is a complex character and I greatly enjoy how he is played.

Thank you for reading and let me know if you have any comments!

[im-a-lil-simp]

waiiiiiiit could you write a wilbur x reader where the reader is like ranboos or someone’s older sister and is on broadway and he brings them on and wilbur is all heart eyes (bonus points if their in like hamilton or something)

Seventeen (Wilbur Soot x Fem!Reader)

At first I didn't understand this ask but I do now that I've read it. Very good concept and I love it. I haven't seen too many plays/musicals but I've seen a couple, so I went with Heathers. Especially since people were comparing him to JD.

I tried a different POV on this one and I'm not sure if I like it or not.

The stream Wilbur had planned for today was simple. He'd go around as ghostbur and mess around. He'd most likely work on his little sewer home a bit more and go about, handing blue out as he went. There weren't many people on the server, but that just made it easier to hand out blue.

A total of Sam, Badboyhalo, and Ranboo were on the server at the moment, so he announced to his stream that they would be working on the sewer house first. He went around and collected clay for flower pots, as well as some vines and extra wood.

Walking back to his base, he could see Ranboo running around like a wild animal and flinging his head around just as wildly. This was kind of normal for Ranboo, but it was still a little out of the ordinary. Little did he know, it wasn't really Ranboo.

The little sewer house was coming along amazingly. He had many more blue flowers and some nice wood rafters. The vines looked very nice in the rafters.

"Right, well I guess it's time to go hand out some blue."

The only other person to log in during his gathering of materials was Tubbo. He definitely had to give Tubbo some blue.

Making his way to L'manburg, he found Ranboo and Tubbo. They were shaking and nodding their heads at each other and seemed to be having a great time. He walked up to them and placed some blue on the ground for the both of them and nodded his head.

Tubbo nodded his head and Ranboo tried to give his back. Will thought that was odd and threw out the blue again before seeing Tubbo's in-game chat.

Tubbo: join vc wilbur

He joined vc3 and heard Tubbo telling off Ranboo. Or rather, not Ranboo. On the other end, he heard a higher pitched voice he assumed to be a woman's. His confusion multiplied tenfold.

Ranboo scrambled back to his mic and introduced the new mystery person.

"Hello Wilbur, this is my sister y/n. We are streaming today and Tubbo's showing her around the smp."

This made everything make more sense, the waving around of the head and body, giving back his blue, etc.

"Nice to meet you y/n. Have some blue, calm yourself."

"No no no, it's okay. You can keep your blue."

"No I insist, take some blue."

Y/n caved and took the blue, which made Wilbur feel very proud of himself. He knew he had to make an impression here and that impression was blue.

Wilbur followed Tubbo and Ranboo's skins around the smp and butted into their conversation occasionally. When Tubbo asked what y/n did for work, she nervously laughed. Most of Ranboo's chat had recognized her, but the other two didn't have much of clue yet.

The nervous laugh made Wilbur intrigued as well. Why would they be nervous.

"I kind of perform on Broadway. I was actually in the more recent musical."

"Oh that's very pog, what musical?"

"Heathers, I played Veronica."

Wilbur was very intrigued.

"Oh cool! People were comparing me to Jason Dean not too long ago," Wilbur blurted out. It may have to been the best to indirectly proclaim himself as the love interest.

After y/n gave them that bit of information, Wilbur was stuck to her like glue anyway. He followed her around like a lost puppy, but it could be argued that that was just ghostbur behavior.

He had also taken to calling y/n 'V' instead. The fans ate it up.

She was so kind and amazing in Wilbur's eyes. He could only imagine how amazing her singing voice was. If she was on Broadway, it had to be amazing, especially to be cast as the lead role. He had to know what her favorite song was.

"Hey V?"

"Yea Wilbur?"

"What's your favorite song to sing from Heathers?"

"Probably 'Seventeen'. I find it fun to sing, and it's a nice duet."

Wilbur couldn't say he'd heard of that one. He'd heard about half of the songs, but that was about it.

"Would you sing it for us?"

A blush spread across y/n's cheeks. She didn't really expect to be put on the spot today, so she quickly made up an excuse.

"I mean, it's a duet, I'd need a partner. Maybe another time."

Wilbur's heart jumped at the possibility of another time. If he talk to her more, he'd be overjoyed.

He quieted down after that, knowing that pestering her may make his chances dwindle.

The rest of the stream went smoothly and you all had an amazing time on the server, y/n even got to talk to Tommy. He had a track record of talking to other sisters on the smp.

As things started quieting down, they all ended their streams and gradually logged off. Wilbur knew that if he was gonna make a move, he had to act fast.

"Hey y/n?"

He heard her perk up with a 'yea' before moving on with his question.

"Would you want to... exchange numbers maybe?"

His heart sped up as he anticipated her answer. He really want to talk to her more.

"Yea! That'd be great!"

A smile broke out across his face and relief washed over his chest. He hoped that sometime she'd sing 'Seventeen' for him. Maybe they could even sing it together.

[ray-ray-writings]

Faking Happy-Platonic!Awesamdude

#105 from this prompt list! Check out my masterlist here!

This is a platonic!awesamdude x gn!reader in the dreamsmp! Reader is also Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy’s sibling, although that isn’t really hit on a lot. 

Trigger Warnings: Depressive behavior such as overeating, overeating unhealthy foods.

The bottle Y/N has been filling with their emotions finally tips over and overflows. 

Y/N’s POV

I let out a sniff as I wiped at my nose. I don’t know what is wrong with me recently. It just felt like everything had gone to shit. Tommy had been exiled. Techno moved super far away. Wilbur is dead and Ghostbur remembers basically nothing. And worst of allI haven’t been able to see my best friend for a long time. Sam had been my best friend for as long as I can remember. 

We met when I was attempting to add some flare to my house with redstone and nothing I was doing was working. I asked around and many pointed me in the direction of Sam. He helped me out a lot, and by that I mean he did it all. Finishing the project did not stop him from coming over almost everyday and from then on one was rarely seen without the other. 

But a few days after Tommy’s exile, Dream came to Sam with a stack of diamond blocks. Dream asked Sam to build him a prison. But not just any type of prison. An inescapable prison. One where if someone were to be put in there, they wouldn’t be able to escape. It took days of planning but Sam finally got the blue prints and then he went to work. 

Every once in a while I would pop by and visit him. He would show me what he was doing and tell me all about it. But the more I visited, the shorter the tours and explanations got until finally all I got was a simple wave. I haven’t been back to the construction site since that day. 

My chest felt so heavy. I missed my best friend with everything I had. But I couldn’t let others see that. Anytime I went out. I plastered a fake smile on my face. I gave everyone cheerful smiles and waves as I passed through. I made time to stop and chat with Tubbo, Quackity, Fundy, and Ranboo. Always being sure to fake laugh at their jokes and waving off their worries and concerns. I would pop into Niki’s bakery, buying all the sweets that I could so I could binge eat them when I’m feeling lonely. Niki would always give me a supportive smile whenever I bought my weight in sweets but would never question me, something I would forever be grateful for. Life had just not been kind to me. 

A knock on my front door startled me out of my crying pity party. I quickly rubbed the tears from my eyes and took some deep breaths, trying to calm myself enough so that it looked like I hadn’t been crying my eyes out. The knock sounded once more, this time more demanding. “Coming!” I managed to croak out. I stood from my couch and quickly made my way to the door. With my hand on the handle I took one more deep breath before plastering the biggest smile I could muster on my face. I swung the door open and gasped in surprise. 

“Sam! What are you doing here?!” I exclaimed in surprise. Sam querked an eyebrow at the question, “What do you mean? Do I have to have a reason to come and see my best friend?” The tall man questioned. “No, no, no!” I rushed, moving out of the doorway to let him in, “It’s just I thought you were too busy with the prison to come visit me” I admitted, tucking hair behind my ear. Sam’s face slightly fell at my confession. He cleared his throat as he entered my home, “I’m never too busy to see you.” He stated walking further into my home. I let out a tiny scoff as I shut the door. “We both know that’s not true.” I muttered under my breath. 

I found Sam in my kitchen, staring at the slight mess of baked goods. “So, how’ve you been?” Sam questioned, brushing a cupcake wrapper out of his way. “Oh, I’ve been good… Yeah good.” I lied through my teeth. “How have you been?” Sam silently stared at me. “Y/N?” He asked, not answering my question. “Yeah?” I responded, not looking at him. “Are you lying to me?” Damn it. Sam had always been able to tell when I wasn’t telling him the truth. I was hoping that maybe that being away from him for so long, his ability would lessen. 

“What? No! Why would you think that?!” I claimed incredulously, slightly glancing at him, hoping to throw him off. “You are! You are lying to me! You haven’t been good have you?” He pressed harder. I swallowed harshly, my mouth felt dry. “I’m not lying. I’ve been good! I’m happy! See!” I exclaimed, looking at him and giving him a big fake grin, “Now tell me how you’ve been, how’s the prison going?” I questioned, trying desperately to get the topic off of me. “Prison’s fine. Now tell me how you’ve really been. Why haven’t you been happy?” I couldn’t help but scoff and roll my eyes, “Sam, I told you I’m fine! I’m happy. I’ve been happy. Now will you please just lay off and leave me alone about it?” I snapped harshly, maybe too harshly. 

Sam’s eyes widened at my tone. His face screamed hurt which made my stomach twist in guilt. “Sam,” I began gently, trying to move forward but he recoiled. “You know what? I’ve got to go,” He stated plainly. Sam moved out of my kitchen and back toward the front door. “Sam!” I pleaded, trying to get him to stay for a moment. He wasn’t listening. “I’ve got to go back to work at the prison. Dream needs it done soon.” He claimed, throwing open my front door and taking a few steps out. I followed him and was met with cold water hitting my face. It was raining… perfect. “Sam, please listen to me. Let me explain,” I begged the man I called my best friend. Sam pulled out his enchanted trident from his inventory. I knew he was about to fly away. “You know Y/N,” Sam stated, pausing after taking his trident out, “You’re my best friend. I want nothing more in this world for you to be happy. “I hope one day you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be.” “Sam” I choked out, silently praying that he would turn around and hear me out. My prayers weren’t answered. “Goodbye Y/N” And with a flash of lighting, he was gone. 

My legs gave out from beneath me. For once, I allowed myself to break down outside the comfort of my home. I sat there outside of my front door, sobbing in the rain. I didn’t care who saw me at this point. I had lost my best friend. “Y/N?” I heard a sweet voice call. I didn’t register them in front of me. They helped me stand up and go back inside of my house. They closed the door and helped me sit down on the floor in front of my door. I don’t know how long I sobbed in their chest. But they held me and stroked my hair. 

When the tears vacated my eyes, I was able to see that the sweet voice had belonged to none other than Niki. When our eyes met, she gave me a soft smile. “I knew something was going on with you, but I never wanted to over step. You want to talk about it?” She questioned softly. I mentally debated with myself before deciding that yes, I did want to talk about it. And so I told Niki everything. She patiently listened and nodded along to show she was listening and interested. And when I was done, she sat for a moment to digest everything. 

“You need to talk to him,” She declared after a moment, “He’s your best friend and he deserves to know how you feel. Especially if you’re feeling like this.” I let out a sigh and nodded. “You’re right. But after today, I’m not sure he would want to see me.” “Your best friend as much as he is yours. I’m sure he would love to see you.” Silence settled between us for a brief moment. “Okay,” I claimed slowly standing up. “I’m going to go see him… and I’m going to take a pumpkin pie.” Niki let out a giggle as she stood up as well. “Oh I’m sure he’ll love that.” We both laughed at that. Sam had always been a sucker for Niki’s pumpkin pie. 

I thanked Niki profusely for helping me and listening to me. She assured me that it was no problem and then she left. I quickly packed for the small journey to the prison, making sure not to forget the pie and then I set out. It didn’t take me too long to get there, the many times I had made this trek before really came in handy. The walk was now basically muscle memory, I could do it with my eyes closed. Which was good considering my eyes were really puffy from crying. 

I let out a deep breath as the prison came into view. I noticed that the outside was a lot more finished than when I was here last, but I could tell there was still work to be done. I quickly made my way to the entrance and stopped in the doorway. My eyes scanned around and didn’t see him. My shoulders deflated in defeat, maybe he already left for the day and I missed him. 

“Y/N?” A voice called from behind me causing me to jump. I whipped around and came face to face with the man I was looking for. “Hey,” I greeted sheepishly, taking a small step forward. “What are you doing here?” He questioned, a stony expression set on his face. “I… Uhh. I came to apologize and explain.” I confessed. His hard expression fell from his face. “Go on…” I took a deep breath before nodding. And so I let everything spill out of me. I told him all about how I felt like I had lost all of my brothers. I literally lost Wilbur and the other two are so far away, I might as well have lost them too. On top of that, I told him how not seeing him had affected me and my mental health. How I had been faking being happy because I didn’t want to be a burden on anyone. I admitted to him my unhealthy habits of buying as much as I could from Niki’s and then binge eating instead of facing my feelings. And finally I told him that seeing him today and him calling me out just caused everything to break in me. 

“I am really really sorry for what I said to you Sam. I didn’t mean it. I don’t want you to lay off. I don’t want you to leave me alone. I always want you to bother me and check up on me and talk to me. You’re my best friend and I love you.” I finished, a single tear falling down my cheek. Sam didn’t hesitate, he rushed forward and wrapped me up in his arms and held me close to his chest. He brought his head down and rested his chin on the top of my head as we hugged. “Thank you for apologizing,” He murmured, “I love you too. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize you were hurting sooner. I promise that I will bother you everyday if need be. I never want you feeling like that again.” “I’ll hold you to that promise. If it means I get to go back to seeing you everyday, count me in.” I stated with a grin, tilting my head to look into his eyes. I felt Sam’s chest rumble as he chuckled at my statement but said nothing else.

After a few more moments of hugging, I suddenly remembered my surprise for him. “Oh!” I gasped, unwrapping myself from my best friend’s hold, “I brought you something!” I carefully pulled the pie out of my backpack and presented it to Sam. “Tada!” I exclaimed, extending the pie to my bestie. Sam let out a gasp as he accepted the gift. “A Pumpkin pie? From Niki’s?? Oh you’re actually the best!” Sam exclaimed, grabbing the spoon I had brought him as well and immediately began digging in. I let out a laugh as he shoved the pumpkin dessert in his mouth. “What?” He questioned, his mouth full. I shook my head as I giggled, “Nothing. Nothing at all.” 

There you go! I hope you guys enjoyed it! If you did, please be sure to leave a like!

[sallysoot]

↱ ALONE AND STEADY, WINTRY CALM. ↲

ANON ASKS... hi! I really enjoy your through writing in your works! one of the best mcyt writers on this app! if requests are still open can you write angsty ghostbur/alivebur? my idea is like y/n has always liked wilbur but she knows his heart was practically for niki until ghostbur happens and likes her back & forgets niki, but then ghostbur gets like resurrected & forgets all moments with y/n?

[ summary ; wilbur likes you more than he used to. he might be a ghost, but he’s still the man you’ve loved silently for years. ] [ pairing ; wilbur/ghostbur x reader ] [ stats ; wc 736, second person ] [ warnings ; this is angsty and features topics like death and unrequited love. proceed with caution! ] [ notes ; hey!!! hey who told you that you could make me tear up and get emotional!!! <333 thank you so much, that’s genuinely SO sweet of you to say and it means the world to me. i loved this request! the emotion and vibe behind it is 100% perfect. the song referenced in the title is bible belt by dry the river, in case anyone wanted to know! we reached the point of song-related titles the other night and ig there’s no going back! ]

          for all the good that you like to think you have done in your life, your selfish glee at watching niki mourn her beloved fractured mind as he took a liking to you instead must outweigh every single one. you weren’t happy when wilbur had died, of course. you were miserable, and you were miserable to see niki call out to the heavens for wilbur. every fibre of your being ached and burned, didn’t it? you had never been so cruel as to think there was anything but sorrow in wilbur’s deep grave.

          he’d dug it himself, though. knowingly, heaving dirt over his shoulder with every word he said, every threat he swore upon, every second he thought l’manberg should be swept away in the rapture of his godly, righteous wrath.

          if that had been what he wanted, you saw little reflection of it in the eyes of the apparition before you. the entity was wilbur, you could tell from the face you’d spent so long fawning over, but he looked so different, all the same. cold, grey, and dead.

         but he liked you. his behavior was odd, yet you saw everything you wanted to in it. wilbur as a ghost was careful and considerate, in spite of his flaws. he visited you every day, floating quietly beside you as you pulled potatoes and radishes from the ground. his intonation was odd, too, but... still wilbur, despite everything. that was what you told yourself a dozen times over. this was wilbur. death would do strange things to anyone, after all. and the fact that he’d almost completely forgotten about you gave you the chance for do-overs, and to make a better first impression the second time around.

         when he tried to hold your hand for the first time, it was when a storm had blown into your neck of the woods. rain poured from the sky, flooding out your gardens and making your tin roof clang. wilbur wasn’t afraid of it. in fact, he even approached the door as if he might leave before you called out to him. when he turned back to you, his expression was empty and blank. but he moved back to you, reaching out his hand for you to take.

          of course, you took it. there was no warmth, his body cold as could be, but that didn’t matter. your warmth would be enough for the both of you, you decided then and there. wilbur became attached to you at the hip, after that. he insisted on spending every moment he could with you, and befriended the animals on your farm as if he was filling a void of friendship with that.

          wilbur didn’t mind when you kissed him, until you kissed him a little too deep and it started to burn. that was fine. if he were alive, that wouldn’t have happened. love was never meant to be perfect or easy, though; it was only ever something you could learn to deal with. but you were thrilled, anyway, when his friends came by with news:

         ‘we can bring him back.’

         you’d never felt such relief before. no worries crossed your mind as you watched the resurrection ceremony begin; this was going to solve every problem you had. in the recent months, you’d even become better friends with niki. she was there, watching with you, gripping on tightly to your hand to steel herself as she watched the others work.

          the biggest shock was seeing the grey hue fade from his face. life flooded back into him, his blue cast dissipating with new blood, new heartbeat, and new, bright eyes that looked over to where you stood. wilbur was confused, stumbling forward towards you. the transition from life to death had to be hard, after all. you smiled at him, letting go of niki’s hand to outstretch your arms towards him for a hug.

          just for him to tumble forward into niki, arms wrapping tight around her body. “i... missed you so much. i don’t-” he shook his head, holding onto her a bit more. she hugged him back, of course, so grateful to see her good friend alive again. tears had formed in her eyes, slipping down as she tried to smile instead.

          when he finally let go, he looked to you.

          wilbur tilted his head to the side with a furrowed brow. “i’m- i’m sorry. do i know you?”

[soupette]

C!Dream being treated kindly feels wrong to me. The idea of C!Dream getting a redemption arc feels wrong to me.

It feels wrong to me, and I think some other people feel similarly, and I think I can kinda put into words why?

I think the thing that’s the biggest factor in why possible redemption/sympathy for C!Dream feels Wrong to some people rn has to do with Exile.

To me, I can’t really sympathize with C!Dream, even with his abuse and the prison situation rn, because I still resent him for Exile.

And with every situation as it is rn, I feel like he’s gotten away with it.

Because I think there’s a question that’s important: Who knows the extent of what happened?

•Tommy obviously, as it was done to him

•Dream, because he did the abuse

•Arguably Wilbur, because he has Ghostbur’s memories(?) and Ghostbur witnessed much of Exile, not the entire time as he was sent away but enough to witness abuse

•Possibly Sam, because I believe he mentioned Dream telling him what he did to Tommy to the Eggpire, and seemed disturbed and protective over Tommy, but we don’t technically know what he was told

•Ranboo, along with Techno and maybe Tubbo? know more than most, or have seen some about how it’s affected him. (Ranboo wrote letters with Tommy and saw Tommy’s concerning words, Techno worked with Tommy after his exile and witnessed his behavior and fear of Dream, along with Dream threatening to burn his disc if he didn’t come with him.

Other a few, people don’t really know what happened. Not really anyone other than Tommy himself knows exactly how fucked up it was. Nobody else, besides the victim and abuser, knows the extent of what happened. (Ghostbur didn’t witness everything so neither did Wilbur; Sam, through Dream’s words and getting his knowledge, still wouldn’t know how Tommy felt or acted in personal moments Dream wasn’t there to witness)

Okay. Another important question, worded twice bc I talk too much: What are the consequences of those people knowing? What’s happened because of it?

Well, in terms of people holding Dream accountable specifically for Exile?

Nothing, really. Dream’s essentially gotten away with it.

His actions did lead him to prison, which is definitely a punishment and accountability for his manipulation and crimes throughout the course of the server and all that jazz, but that wasn’t for Exile; that was really rather for the whole Finale situation and everything else. I don’t think that’s Exile accountability because it wasn’t intended to be so. Sam knows about exile because Dream told him, but I don’t think he knew then. He only learned after Dream was in the cell. It didn’t play a factor in locking him away.

Sam defended Tommy from the Eggpire, showing an understanding that he’d been through a lot, and he treated Tommy with kindness during the Hotel era. This can be seen, at least partly because Sam has had a positive relationship with Tommy before, in response to Sam knowing about Exile from Dream. But this reaction only affects Tommy rather than involving or directly referencing Dream.

And what happened with Sam later on? Well, because of his role as the Warden and his attachment to the rules, he ended up locking Tommy in the prison with Dream. So from a character who arguably Knows about the abuse, that’s not an action that holds Dream accountable, and as of now it looks like that’s not really going to happen.

Techno, a character who has Seen A Bit (“come with me or I’ll burn you disc” in front of his eyes, saw Tommy’s behavior after exile, hid Tommy from Dream, who was looking for him) doesn’t Know Enough to have a full understanding and Doesn’t Know what actually happened and ended up teaming up with Dream. He didn’t seem to care when told Tommy was beaten to death by Dream.

Wilbur technically held Dream accountable, in a way, for a moment, though not to his face—he told Tommy that he would have killed Dream for how he treated him. That was a moment where a character other than Tommy said, essentially, That Was Fucked Up. But he then changes his mind and tells Tommy he agrees.*

*I feel like I explicitly remember Wilbur saying he agreed with Exile in a certain point at a stream but I rewatched a bit and didn’t see it when I was expecting to. I still need to rewatch it all but I may be wrong on this wording?? Nonetheless he expresses Dream is right and that he’s in prison because he dared to be a challenge.

So from the non-Tommy people that know Dream hasn’t recieved backlash for Exile, to his face or about him or otherwise.

In general, this is understandable because Tommy has barely processed the extent of the trauma and abuse himself (I don’t think he’s even used the word abuse yet? I think he’s called it manipulation and has used trauma) and not many people know. And as I went through before, the people who do know don’t Know Everything or they still haven’t really done anything to acknowledge Dream as the abuser.

But recently, with the prison plotline and the torture plotline where Dream is suffering, and where he might possibly be broken out and given a healing arc or even redemption, that’s pretty uncomfortable to me.

That creates sympathy for him and puts him in a vilnerable siruation.

That’s fine and natural to sympathize with someone in a situation like him; I kind of feel guilty I don’t. It’s fine for characters to sympathize and it’s fine for viewers, etc.

But it’s uncomfortable, to me, because it’s not Dream in his entirety that’s being treated nicely. It’s a version of Dream who hasn’t done all he did in exile because people don’t know what he did. Their perception of him is without that act of cruelty and in my opinion, torture. The audience knows; characters don’t.

Fine, if the characters learn what happened, they can still break him out, they can still help him recover mentally, if that’s what they want to do. But if they don’t have that knowledge, to the audience watching and knowing what they don’t, it brings about a sense of injustice.

It’s like the fandom is at the risk of moving on from Exile because in the story, it’s really brought up by nothing but Tommy’s trauma responses?

I lied. As I get further I’m getting more aware I’m actually terrible at this putting this all into words. While knowing abuse is abuse and both Dream and Tommy should have help for their trauma:

It just feels cruel for an abuser not to be properly known as an abuser and receive sympathy or empathy from characters who’ve treated the abuse victim without sympathy or empathy, even if they didn’t know.

I worded so much of this badly lmaooo my bad

TLDR: I think it’s off-putting to see Dream being given sympathy as an abuse victim when we haven’t seen him really acknowledged as an abuser.

[theminecraftbox]

I’m really excited to see your interpretation of ‘it’s perfect when it’s just him and me’, because that’s such an... overwhelmingly positive choice of words for Sam at least lol, drop an F in the chat for Dream.

It implies a lot of pleasant emotions, enjoyment even, on Sam’s part. He’s not sitting there, stewing about how much he hates Dream. No, it’s perfect. Nothing about it should change, he’s having a grand old time.

And seeing your interpretation of that is going to be incredible, I can already tell (I usually don’t like ‘dark’ stories, most are a bit too excessive for my taste, but whatever you’re doing is just *chef’s kiss*. I don’t know how you’re doing it, but the way you handle and balance dark themes is just amazing- yes, I read the tags and warnings and stand by what I said, you’re that good.).

Like how much does he want Dream to rely on him ideally? He wants Dream to be afraid of him, but he also seemed oddly focused on the fact that they mostly derive physical contact (and by extension comfort???) from eachother. Since Sam voluntarily had Dream be the only person he touched in like a month or so.

Is there going to be an increasing creep factor with Sam wanting to police Dream’s um... happiness is too strong a word in prison, but how ‘content’ he is. Does he also want to be source of stability for Dream, that Dream needs him?

Your making me think about them too much. TAKE RESPONSIBILITY.

(Also- because I found the idea funny- will we see Quackity being weirded out by Sam’s control issues in his pov? Just him going ‘I might torture a dude for information and the rush of power it gives me but at least I’m not that guy.)

/rp /dsmp 💜💜 thank you so much. The darkness claims another victim :))) I’ve got a lot more to say about Sam and the creep factor and the “everything’s perfect” line, under the cut.

“Everything is perfect when it’s just me and him” is SUCH A THING TO SAY OML.

But, like, the thing about that line is that even though it does, as you say, imply certain positive emotions, I genuinely believe Sam legitimately dislikes spending time around Dream! I genuinely think he wishes he could never look at Dream again, that he could leave Dream and the prison behind and wash his hands of all of it. But he’s convinced himself that he can’t. He’s convinced himself that he doesn’t have a choice.

And so I think he sublimates this disgust into a weird kind of masochism/martyr complex. Sam thinks of his time with Dream as a ~burden to bear~ for the sake of the server, which gives him a pathway to a fucked-up sense of enjoying his duty. He gets sincere enjoyment when Dream’s obeying him, because that means he’s doing his job (the job he hates!) well. It’s like, this bizarre kind of professional satisfaction that he’s deriving from a “job” that he’s turned into something that is anything but professional, that’s become deeply, deeply personal, even though both he and Dream would prefer to deny exactly how personal Sam’s made it.

So things are perfect when it’s Sam and Sam alone who’s dealing with Dream: when it’s Sam and Sam alone who is protecting the server from Dream, when it’s Sam and Sam alone who is controlling Dream. I think it’s both that Sam likes the illusion that Dream is completely under his power, and he likes the certainty that Dream can’t influence or hurt or manipulate anyone else. He blames Dream’s (mis)behavior on the involvement of other people, even though he knows he’s been unable to fully control Dream himself. But it remains true that the most notable acts where Dream ~defies~ him and is clearly out of his control (eg Tommy, Ghostbur, Techno’s escape) happen when other people are involved—when other people show a vulnerability to Dream that Dream is able to exploit.

Which is part of why Quackity’s involvement has him on edge! Sam’s afraid that Dream’s going to somehow find an out, so it’s a source of relief when Dream instead steadily declines (as, ya know, you’d expect from hideous torture). So Sam’s caught in this tension between really enjoying evidence of Dream’s suffering, and really not enjoying it, and really not enjoying that he’s enjoying it. 

And absolutely, policing ~how Dream feels~ is kind of a huge part of why Sam let Quackity in in the first place! What the hell else is torture for, if not to ~correct Dream’s mood~? He can’t control Dream, therefore he needs to make Dream miserable. If he determines how Dream feels, he has power over him.

It makes me think of when Dream warns Techno that he’s going to have to act “less high-spirited” when Quackity and Sam are coming to talk to them. Dream being in a good mood is something Sam sees AS AN ACTIVE THREAT. There’s potential for Sam to feel threatened by practically everything that Dream says or does.

And it’s important to Sam that Dream knows that it’s SAM, no one else, who has the final say on how he feels. It’s Sam who feeds or doesn’t feed him, Sam who lets Quackity in or doesn’t. The intimacy of relying on someone for everything—for food, for water, for enrichment, for human contact, for medical care, for lack of torture, is undeniable. That is a huge amount of trust and power.

But that sword cuts the other way too. The intimacy of having that degree of power over someone else, and knowing that you can abuse it without reservation, that no one will stop you, that plenty of people would encourage you… that’s an insanely personal relationship to have with someone. Sam sees Dream nearly every day, Sam’s the only person Dream talks to who isn’t his torturer. 

On top of that, Dream gives him a sense of stability! Sam’s been isolating himself; he’s tanked his relationship with Ponk, things with the Eggpire are tense to say the least, he’s driven away Tommy and Ranboo, things are now really strange with Quackity, etc etc. But Sam always knows where Dream is (imprisoned) and how he’s doing (not good). Dream is a constant in a time in Sam’s life where everything else is not in control. Dream is the only person who is forced, actually literally forced, to interact with Sam, to let him touch him, to accept whatever kindness or cruelty Sam dishes out. Sam knows that, and it kinda nauseates him, but it’s also... comforting. 

YEAH my favorite Quackity+Sam thing is definitely them mutually freaking each other out.

Sam: …you really just sawed a man’s fingers off for fun? Yikes.

Quackity: …you really think this is what the good guys do? Yikes.

[almostdeath]

Some bittersweetness for you all.

•Just imagine Quackity starting to get along with Glatt. Not entirely, since Glatt still has a lot of Schlatts personality. But that's okay for Quackity.

•At first he was hesitant, since this is the ghost of the person, who verbally abused him. But Glatt didn't show any kind of hostility, so Quackity decided to give it a shot.

•The few meetings at the start were only in the gym. Speaking about the reviving book and Glatts memory.

•Figuring out that he can remember some persons like Tubbo, Fundy, Quackity himself...but totally forgot Tommy or Wilbur. The same stands for some events, he doesn't remember the bad moments of their marriage, doesn't remember the festival, but he remembers his last death.

•With some time passing, they started to speak about less "professional" things...Glatt spoke mostly about the gym and the changes that he made there and Quackity spoke about Las Nevadas, the casino, Charlie and actually about his life after Schlatts death in general.

•Glatt still did drink, but it didn't seem to affect him as much. Quackity started to feel more relaxed with him, laugh, when the other made jokes or just smile at some of the more weird behavior of the ghost.

•He got confident enough to lead Glatt permanently to Las Nevadas. Even if he still was suspicious, in case it was all an act...but it wasn't. Glatt actually became a good help...someone, who can tell how to rule, someone who can give some comfort after the torture hours. They even shared some drinks together. As if there was never a "bad" part in their relationship.

•Others found out about this whole..."back together", even if not fully a couple, thing. Some suspected after they saw the whiskey glasses, some because of the strong cologne that Quackity never used before...there weren't many who approved. Considering that Glatt didn't really show any regret towards the actions that he didn't remember. Since...Ghostbur showed...so they must be different.

•Quackity didn't really care about all those opinions. He already saw Glatt as a completely different person. Which was a mistake. Not because the ghost changed again or started to become violent again...no...because Quackity got attached.

•He didnt pay attention to this detail, till it was too late. Little touches, more time together, laughing even if nothing funny was said...worrying even if that's a ghost...all that was missed...till the day, on which Quackity actually got the revival book. He didn't tell Glatt about it. At least not the moment he got it.

•He should be glad, he did it, he got the book. But he only got anxious about it. Holding the book, standing in front of a fire...he could just burn it, tell that Dream didn't give it...but before he could do it, he felt a cold touch on his shoulders, which made him shiver. Of course Glatt had to come right now...and see the book.

-I knew that you would get it eventually, pumpkin! That's ma boy!

•Quackity wanted to answer, or smile...or at least something...but he only grabbed the book harder.

-....I don't think...that I want him back.

•there was a moment of silence after he said that.

-Quackity, what do you mean? We already spoke about it...and made a deal---

-Fuck the deal! I just...I want you to stay.

•There was confusion on the ghosts face, but then he silently shook his head.

-You are trying to think that we are two different people....we are not...I just don't remember what I did...but I am still the same jerk.

-no! I spent this whole time with you...you are not him...

-I am. Look...you are going to revive me...and if I hurt you....kill me without any fucking mercy...

*he spoke slowly, taking the book from Quackitys hands*

-...I don't think...that I can do it now...

-You can. You did it once. Common sugar, we will see each other in a ghost state later....well...I hope that I don't see you too early there.

*The ghost gave him a gentle, short kiss on the lips, but didn't give any time to reply, before he handed him the book*

-Bring me back, "mi amor".

*and Quackity did. Even if he didn't want to. Even if he feared that after the revival, everything will just return to the past state of their relationship...*

[maddenleftchat]

Ghostbur and Wilbur separately with a darling that is as bad as them. The darling is a yandere themselves for ghostbur and Wilbur. Basically yandere x yandere, and lets say people try flirting with the couple anyway. How would the darling react and how would Ghostbur and Wilbur react.

I really hope that makes sense. Im sorry if it doesn't.

Ooo! Interesting idea.

Triggers: obsessive behavior, unhealthy relationships, possessive behavior, threats, gore described in detail, and extreme yandere like behavior.

Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy.

(darling dialog will be pink in the first post)

-WILBUR-

I have a strong feeling Wilbur would love that you have the same love for him.

Wilbur is an aggressive and delusional yandere.

I could imagine his S/O to be a possessive yandere.

He would push you towards the plan of both your futures together.

He wouldn't tell you the plan in fear of you disagreeing with him.

While you would be scaring away any people that dared to call themselves friends with Wilbur.

He's yours and you'll be damned if anyone thinks about taking him away!

~

Wilbur loves your little possessive side and genuinely believes that you can't do anything wrong.

Walk in on your killing someone?

Went a little something like this:

~

Your knife slowly dragged down the girl's gut.

This girl tried to call herself Wilby's friend.

Like hell!

As you watched with blank eyes, the girl's guts slowly dropped from the several stabs and cuts on her stomach.

Her teeth scattered in the room, with her tongue laying along her head.

You moved your eyes to her several separated fingers.

The smell of metal, from the blood, invaded your nose.

While the sudden silence made your ears ring, from the sudden change in sound. As it was once filled with pain ridden cries.

You let out a heavy sigh, the door to the room slowly crept open and the sound of your lover's voice rang out.

"Oh, love?" He spoke in a sing-song tone.

He was about to continue, but cut himself off.

Your eyes widened with fear.

'Shit! No! No! No! Wilby!' you thought.

You quickly turned him, and began to walk towards him.

"W-wilby it's not what it looks like! I promise!"

Wilbur dropped the plate of sandwiches he had in his hand.

He rushed over and pulled you into his arms.

"Love, are you okay?!"

This…. wasn't the reaction you were used to…

Normally they scream and call you a monster…

You slowly wrapped your arms around him.

"I-im fine…"

He sighed in relief, "Good."

…

After that, he walked you to the kitchen, and had you sit on the counter while he made more sandwiches.

He had you explain what happened.

After your shy explanation, he simply smiled at you.

"...What?" You say unsure.

"You did that for me? Thank you."

~

After that, you two just cuddled and ate your sandwiches.

Wilbur would continue his plans with both your futures.

He would slowly guide you into that direction.

It would start with moving in together.

Maybe getting a pet.

And then move onto much bigger things.

~

In short: You two would be frickin soul mates.

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-GHOSTBUR-

Ghostbur is a gentle soul.

He doesn't want to hurt you, or really anyone else.

He's an extremely soft and genital yandere, with the only reason he is a yandere is because some possessiveness from being alive stayed with him.

But other than a bit of jealousy now and then.

He is a soft little soul, and you want to protect that.

I think an obsessive yandere darling would go best with ghosty.

~

Ghostbur would be unsure of your obsessive side at first.

He would have to remind you multiple times to be more gentle with people.

But he also appreciated that you liked him so much.

It made him feel special.

It made him feel nice that his feelings were reciprocated.

If you wanted to be a yandere to this little ghost, you would have to behave very well.

Let's not forget, he does get scared very easily.

If you did any killing it would have to be in secret.

And you would have to be highly cautious and careful with it.

Destroy all evidence.

Make sure he doesn't notice too much that the person is missing.

I would highly recommend that you don't kill his close friends.

But simply push them back a bit.

He is your little ghost boy after all.

~

Ghostbur himself is pretty clingy to you.

And you being clingy back only makes a clingy mess.

You can't be too high strung and worried about people trying to steal him away.

Or you'll miss out on giving him attention, And he'll be sad :(

Nobody likes a sad Ghostbur.

But let's say you do kind of play it dumb and forget to lock the door to your special little room…

The room where all the fun happens.

The room where all the blood spilled.

The room that is decorated with knives whips and other torture methods.

They hang on the wall like mantle pieces.

You show them off like trophies.

But only to the eyes of your kidnapped victims.

It would go a little something like this:

~

Your axe brought itself down harshly onto the neck of the victim.

They're screaming in pain, fell on deaf ears.

The blood splurged from their neck, as if it was some beer barrel at a bar full of drunks.

Some blood speckled its way onto your cheeks, the red mixing with the already light pink blush forming on your face.

This should always give you a rush.

You sick bastard.

You are thumped in your chest from all the adrenaline, The axe was a perfect choice.

Your eyes darted from wall to wall inspecting the damage that you have done.

Fingers and teeth feel different parts of the room.

Nails joined the clumps of hair that were pulled out.

The broken and distorted body of your victim laid in front of you.

You have put such hard punishment on them that they were barely recognizable.

Their nose had moved from the middle of their face to one side.

Their lips were bruised and puffy from all the constant punching and brute force.

Their eyes gouged out only hanging on by the nerves.

Eyelids peel back like orange peels.

While you're in it inspecting your great work, you heard that damn squeak of the door.

"Love?" The soft accented voice called out.

He could barely get in another word before he saw what you had done.

The bloodied axe still in your hand.

You turn to him and horror, eyes wide, pupils shrunk.

You fucked.

~

Outcome? Here:

Ghostbur ran.

He locked himself inside the bathroom, too scared to face you.

What if you heard him?

Was he the cause of this?

Why would you do something like this?

This wasn't you.

Or wasn't you were just hiding it…

You on the other hand dropped your axe and ran for him.

You have no intention of hurting him.

Only comfort.

But no matter how many times you called out his name, you only got a scared whimper and response.

How dare you.

Fucking monster.

You told yourself this many times.

Until you yourself began to cry.

Both of each other on opposite sides of the door hugging your knees close to your chest.

Ball in your eyes out.

Ghostbur out of fear.

And you out of regret.

~

Things weren't the same after that.

As a matter of fact shortly after he left you.

He was too scared.

And he didn't want anybody else getting hurt…

~

In short: ghostbur would not work well with a yandere significant other.

Word count: 756

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Thanks for reading!