#Utah arc

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

@biathediamond

i offer no explanation

[tobi-smp]

[eating ramen and suddenly remembers that c!tommy never got to keep anything. not his stuff, not his home, not his community, not his friends, not his family, not his peace of mind, not his safety, not his sense of self, not his trust, not his life.

and yet all the while the people around him told him how selfish he was again and again, how he just had to learn to let go, how it was His fault for wanting things, even as all he had to his name was dirt. even when those people cared for him and were convinced they were doing the right thing.

Just Learn The Lesson And It Will Get Better. and he tried. he tried again and again and again. after doomsday, after his death, after dream's escape, after wilbur left him alone on a beach. but the rug never stopped pulling itself out from under him, no matter how much he simplified his needs.

He Only Wants People, He Only Wants To Feel Safe, He Only Wants To Be Able To Trust, but that's still too much to ask. he still must lose.]

[soullessjack]

objectively yes jack was suicidal because of an overwhelming mix of guilt and grief and shame and self hatred and anger and confusion over what he did however I do also think it was a little bit of embarrassment as well because he had post-psychosis clarity and realized he was a callous dickhead about Mary’s death TO HER SONS FACES and he’s just like “oh my god I need to kill myself”

[fb-9]

putting this man in situations

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

UH GUYS LOOK UM LOOK AT THE MIRROR I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE SEEING THIS AM I

whats your morning routine like going to work king

Thank you for the question!

[transcript below]

Anonymous Caller:

whats your morning routine like going to work king

Wilbur Soot:

My wake-up time is pretty inconsistent. It depends on my shift, or if I have the day off. Usually it's somewhere between 6-7am, or 3-4pm.

I make sure my window is still closed and locked. It always is

I always make sure to brush my teeth and wash my face. cavities are awful

I try to take a bath at least three times a week, usually on days off or after my shift.

[editorial note: we did NOT film wilbur soot in the bath, this is an artists rendition done at 5 in the morning so please. please]

I wake up with bad headaches, so I usually take some ibuprofen in the mornings, too.

Then I usually go outside for a smoke break and some coffee, and maybe [eat] some leftovers if I have any.

[hearts401]

God tssiu au mike makes me ill

[bee--blossom]

Helloo! I was wondering if u could write a revivebur x gn!reader where he says goodbye to them before leaving for utah? Mostly fluff but with a little angst or whatever u think will work best if u choose to write this ^-^ no pressure!

howdy !! i am shamefully early to this because, admittedly, i was so excited i got a request lol. thank you sm for the prompt and i hope i did well by it ! xx

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He wasn’t going to change his mind. He had already told you weeks ago of his plan… he could hide it from everyone else, but he could never hide it from you. You had observed him at his desk, writing letters upon letters to different people from his past by candlelight each night. When you finally asked what he was up to, he just couldn’t bring himself to lie. He was going back home.

You didn’t even know he came from the states… I mean, for starters, he’s british. But he never mentioned Utah, or what it was like growing up there, so you figured he’d just always lived on the SMP. When he told you he was going back, you did everything expected of the situation: begged, pleaded, sobbed… It just wasn’t fair. His life was always a bit of a mess, sure, but it just wasn’t right that he decided now of all times to leave it behind. To leave you behind.

Yet there was no changing it. You accepted it, begrudgingly or not, because there was no use trying to talk the man out of it- he was always a stubborn prick. You decided it would be best at this point to treasure the time you had left together, and to silently hope and pray he’d come back for you one day. 

It was the night before he departed, and no matter how tightly he held you, you already felt him slipping away. You hadn’t stopped crying, just holding tightly to his yellow knitted jumper like you could stick to him with your tears and force him to stay stuck to you forever. You couldn’t even call it crying at this point, the tears were just flowing out silently. He just held you back, lightly rubbing your back in circles. You don’t know how long you stayed like that- it could’ve been hours- before he pulled back. Your face was a mess- puffy, wet and tinted pink. He smiled warmly down at you and sat up from the couch you were lying on, climbing over you and walking over to your record player. It was a suitcase style leather player you had brought with you when you first arrived, and over the past few years you had been collecting discs to play on it. He pulled out one of the said discs and laid it down on the turntable, turning the machine on and moving the needle to the first grooves.

“Care for a dance, darling?” He offered his hand out to you as you slowly pulled yourself off the couch.

“I look awful.” You said, catching your own reflection in a mirror mounted on the wall. 

He stood over you and wiped your face before kissing your forehead, causing heat to gather in your cheeks. 

“Nonsense. You’re as charming as the first time I laid eyes on you.”

“That’s really corny.” You mumbled with a small smile, throwing your arms over his shoulders. It was a bit of a reach, but you managed. He put his hands on your waist, and the two of you swayed together. Gentle piano music filled the room, enveloping you both with sweet, small sounds. Soft amber glows from hovering lanterns lit the room gently above you, your shared cabin exuding comfort. You wish you could bottle his smell at the moment- some mix between a tobacco cologne and the scent of a freshly blown out candle. It was strange, but so unique to him. Just one more thing to miss.

You sighed, and he pulled you in closer by the hip, once again embracing you. 

“I love you.” He whispered down to your ear.

“I love you, too.” Your voice became weak and muffled from his closeness.

He pulled back and went down for a kiss, before you interrupted him.

“I’ve decided I won’t miss you, actually.” You said, looking up to him with a faint smile.

“Oh?” He cocked his brow, but smiled back to you. 

“Yep. I’ll be fine.” You said, swaying around on your heels.

“Oh. Then, I’ll be fine too.” He shrugged.

“You won’t be fine. You’ll be bored to death. What even is there to do in Utah? Go to 7/11? Join mormonism?” You said, voice gaining more strength.

“Oh yeah. Maybe work at Subway, who knows. A real land of opportunities.” He assured, grinning.

You both laughed a bit, dancing the whole time. When the record ended and you both were done cracking jokes about how shitty your homes were, you headed to bed. You held him tightly under the woolen blankets, the lightness of the night helping you forget the day ahead. He occasionally would bend down to kiss or caress you, eyes heavy with exhaust and content. You breathed him in and remained in his warmth all the way to sleep. When you woke, golden sunlight just breaking beyond your sheer curtains, he was gone.

You found one of his yellow sweaters at the foot of the bed, along with a note on top of it. It was short and sweet, but said everything you needed to hear. He loved you dearly, and one day- one day relatively soon- he’d be back for you. You slipped on his sweater over your sleep shirt, wrapping your arms around yourself and squeezing tight. You could still smell his cologne on it. You smiled, tucked the note into your bedside drawer, and got ready for one of many days awaiting his return.

[muffinrag]

last night i took nyquil and it put me in the shadow realm for 4 hours. let's see how it goes tonight! hoping to wake up around 7am and test the drive to the pool, then finish the online training so im ready for lifeguard school friday morning

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

HELPPPPPPP

[horrorfcb]

In 1973, Fredbear's Family Diner, a supposedly magical place for all ages, opened in the city of New Harmony (Utah).

As many may know, in the trilogy of books The Silver Eyes, Henry is described as the artist who was always in the clouds, while William was the educated businessman with financial goals.

Henry had a much more naive and fanciful point of view behind all of that, and William wanted to make a lot of money off of his friend's charismatic characters.

Henry created two initial characters, Fredbear and Spring Bonnie, animatronic suits that could serve as costumes (spring locks).

When William was on stage dressed in the Spring Bonnie suit, he was happy.Happier than ever in his life, he felt adored while at the same time appearing close to the innocence he always wanted to have.

This adoration for animatronic clothes made William begin an arc of obsession with what he believed to be the inability to die and be sad... He could be in an eternal party.

Fan Fact: William had a habit of calling Henry Emmie, mocking his surname "Emily" which is a common female name.

[cxyotl]

this guy next to me at the cafeteria looks exactly like grian im seein shit dawg

[sonofcelluloid]

Tonight, Daniel darling, we’ll be viewing 1991’s Point Break, starring American idols Patrick Swayze and Keanu Reeves. I’m quite fond of the corruption arc taking place between Bodhi and Utah, blurring the lines between lightness and darkness, chaos and order. I see bits of you in young Keanu’s performance as Johnny Utah, a taught repression and yearning for that next thrill present in equal measure. I suppose in many ways I see myself. Ah, I’ve said too much already, let us dim the lights. I believe they’ve gone out of fashion but I am still partial to the Blu-ray.

[favcharacterpoll]

ROUND 6 MATCH 3: CECIL VS. C!WILBUR

Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Night Vale faces c!Wilbur from the dsmp. @10piecechickenmcnugget get over here sage

Cecil Propaganda:

"Cecil is not only the Tumblr sexyman, he is the first gay protagonist of a podcast that most of us have ever heard. From the very first episode he was unashamedly queer and no one has ever called him out or given him shit for being gay. He is a gay Jewish fashion disaster who is the mouthpiece for an incredibly bizarre town and plays the whole “this horrifying thing is completely normal”thing so well. If Cecil wasn’t there, I think a lot of people wouldn’t have felt so accepted for just being who they were. Cecil is an inspiration and the queer podcast rep we all deserved as we were growing."

"he’s gay. he’s a dilf. he’s ageless. he has been since there’s was nothing and he’s still here after the world ended. he can summon music. his mother is a oracle his father is a tree. his cat is a man who got cursed and also has wings a stinger and poison??? he thinks a tutu and crocs is formal wear and has talked to god and she said ‘I love you. I’m sorry’. he’s definitely guilty of manslaughter from negligence"

"this is the website Night Vale built!"

c!Wilbur Propaganda:

"Accurate depiction of mental health and spiral, handled delicately and deliberately, every piece of his story was thought and planned and in the end he went home to Utah. Thank you lord."

"Please don’t let the name dream smp effect how you feel about this submission, this character is completely unrelated to dream and I’m pretty sure the person who played him has nothing to do with dream anymore. This man single handedly got me through a horrible patch filled with extreme paranoia by also being extremely paranoid. Genuinely really helped me feel seen and I coped a lot by getting invested in this character. I almost cried when he died :("

"He’s so fucking stupid. I could infodump for hours this man transed my gender. Everything has gone wrong in his life. He’s the definition of a bisexual disaster."

"I didn’t fail 10th grade math bc I was thinking about c!wilbur for him to lose round one"

"I mean look at him!! his Minecraft skin is adorable!!!"

"if you people vote for cwilbur i'll draw him in a bikini."

"A VOTE FOR C!WILBUR IS A VOTE FOR GIRLBOYS EVERYWHERE"

"i should not have underestimated minecraft fans they came together"

"Season 1 changed me. I didn’t know minecraft videos could have good acting, dramatic plots, etc. Wilbur was one of the best there. His plot was so interesting with the L’Manburg and the unfinished symphony arcs. He was funny, dramatic, sad… I fondly remember my dsmp days (though I only saw up to like part of Tommy’s exile)"

[seeingteacupsindragons]

YuuMori Remains: The Final

Finally settled in here at Utah to read.

Okay.

Firstly:

CUTE.

The tag line implies that this little scrap fragment he's holding is what they went to the Durham mansion to get; it says it's important and was left behind.

Wonder what it is

I know the fandom will think it's Sherlock's test, but there was a comment about "being left unfinished" in here so I think more likely it's a set up for part two. But we'll see!

I'm laughing at Lestrade thanking Sherlock and Sherlock trying to defer to to Gregson and Lestrade basically being like, "We both know he's a dumbass come on."

Sherlock: HEY, HEY, MURDERER, THIS WAS REALLY WELL PLANNED AND INVOLVED A LOT OF BALLISTICS MATH. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT, EY?

Sherlock: What's the crush up to, ey?

Lots of pieces are coming together here that makes this arc really satisfying, but like, I still wish the pacing was better.

Lots of talk about true evil and morality and limits on what even criminals will do and how they treat other people, which lines up nicely with William whatever he thinks about it.

Ur just not the darkness you think you are, bb boy.

This whole Rasputin murder attempt of shooting, fire, and a river involves all the parts of The Final Problem also fake deaths. I dunno if that's on purpose, but I do find it interesting.

So is, "I can't tell anyone I survived, so I will eke out a living alone."

At least Liam had Sherly.

Liam out here planning a complicated murder and a heartwarming family reunion at the same time.

Also, you know, Helena reuniting with her long lost family member with a giant hug.

There's parallels, is what I'm saying.

William and his Letters

And they've flashed out of the Remains.

More things are on fire

Oh this HURT

William is being William about it and says it's fine, Louis, predictably, is Not Okay with this, and they're talking about taking another family photo. Awww.

And that's a wrap on The Remains! See us back here in December for the start of Part Two.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

The tags toooooo goshhhhh

Okay I know it’s not likely but can we get some thoughts of at least something happy

CTommy crying as he goes home thinking cWilbur is gone and everything they had is finally over but as he looks at the stars he finds peace for a moment ; everything hurts and nothing feels alright but nothing about the night has changed. The stars still sparkle and the wind still whistles and maybe he can let go, maybe this isn’t so bad- It hurts so much but this isn’t forever

Meanwhile cWilbur is rushing to the post office so he can send cTommy his first letter all the way from Utah like a giddy child

[frogoryx]

hear me out

c!Phil calling child c!Wilbur ‘birdie’ because of the petite, weak little wings he had inherited from his father (who had massive fucking wings btw, we all know this)

hear me out

older c!Wilbur calling c!Tommy ‘birdie’ as a term of endearment because after SBI had found him, he had felt an immediate kinship and need to protect the boy like his father had done for him (it had spilt way into Pogtopia arc, with c!Wil having trouble differentiating what was real and what wasn’t. c!Tommy would approach to hopefully be a form of stability, with c!Wilbur combing his fingers through c!Tommy’s hair and just repeating over and over, “little birdie, small bird, the only one I can trust” yeahhh just that paranoid + insane toxic relationship shit, you get the gist). Once c!Wil got revived, he had forgotten that nickname for the boy and only ever called him it again when he left for Utah, leaving c!Tommy crumbling in tears. hear me out

c!Tommy traveling with c!Techno to the QSMP to visit c!Phil and the eggs. c!Tommy is introduced to Tallulah and is immediately met with a spunky, curious little thing who resembles his brother a little bit too much. c!Tommy eventually develops the habit of calling her ‘birdie’. Just for nostalgia.