#all of this to say dream is like 29 when wilbur dies

[lime1991]

in my dsmp canon cdream is like close in age to cwilbur, just slightly younger, so just keep that in mind lol

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#4

randomly just remembered that time tubbo’s mc fox died and he called ranboo about it but ranboo was at the dentist’s office w his family and left to talk tubbo thru his grief for a videogame fox from a nearby field

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[ID: an edited screenshot from mangoball of a conversation between corpse and wilbur. it has been edited to read:

corpse: idk i don't wanna have this conversation rn i'm not in the right headspace

wilbur: Ami not good enough for you?

corpse: let's do this later

wilbur: sorry i'm not blorbo

corpse: what

wilbur: sorry i cant be from your shows

end ID.]

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so does anyone know when noticing the full moon will stop making me think “moon big” every time? like do we have any data on this phenomenon

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zrenia asked: ur pfp is so can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars palette i keep thinking its that

i didn't realize until i looked it up to make this just How Much it actually does skfghk

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tl;dr fame is weird

it's actually kind of crazy to think about how there's people that almost everyone around the world knows like

imagine if you tried to explain to someone a thousand years ago that there was this one "Taylor" or "Wilbur" or "Lin-Manuel" that just… internationally, cross-continentially, people know them. and they're not political figures (at least not by definition); they're not famous warriors, or royalty, or emperors-- nope, they're poets. bards. and not only their songs are internationally known, no, their personal lives too-- to varying degrees, of course, but to a point where some of their fans misguidedly feel as though they know them like a friend, because they've grown accustomed to hearing their voice day in day out in their own room, their own house, wherever they go--

like how is society that tilted that the overwhelming majority of people will go forgotten by all but their close friends, their passing acquaintances-- did you know that studies from four years ago show that the average person only makes 29 "real" friends in a lifetime, of which only 6 last? in 2003 there was a study that said you make 400 friends in a lifetime, but only a few close ones. regardless of what the accurate statistic is-- can you imagine that most people will be remembered by maybe 400 people, of which not even half will last a generation down? But there's this handful of celebrities, this select few-- it feels like a lot when you start listing them, but placed in contrast with the 8.1 BILLION PEOPLE currently on the earth? insane. a study from 2013 says 0.0086% of people are famous. LESS THAN ONE-TENTH OF A PERCENT! it's like the world's worst gambling machine, a fucked-up few raised on a pedestal so the rest of us can dream of lives we'll never attain because we were born at the wrong time or were too shy to grab a microphone or just missed an opportunity that one time. They will be remembered, at least for longer than a single generation, because they have a wikipedia page and an album or two to back them up. They are known on a first-name basis across thousands upon thousands of households, part of more inside jokes than they themselves could ever comprehend, mentioned more by strangers they'll never meet than some people will be named by their loved ones in a lifetime. We laugh at the cinematics and television fame of the Hunger Games, we act like we don't put people on spotlights in deathmatches. We act as though we wouldn't throw ourselves forwards as tribute if we were asked to be destroyed by a life of fame, and in fact some of us long for it. We thirst for the thrill of being recognized on the streets, not even realizing what kind of horrors these people undergo on a daily basis because they were Sherlock that one time. The twisted sides of the internet they have to avoid because humanity's most fucked up desires are now projected onto them, the chosen few, the "lucky" ones. We shout abuse at them for being human, for being tired, for making mistakes. We expect them to be perfect, even if many of them didn't ask for this life of fame. Sure, they may still want it-- because who wouldn't? It is the dream of contemporary man to be famous, and if you stop to think about it, it has always been. Hamilton destroyed himself for his legacy, Narcissis died of his own adoration, Nebuchadnezzar had a statue of himself erected so that all might bow to him. We long for recognition of the masses, and today's society makes it look so easy. Look at Ranboo, Tommy, Tubbo, Philza-- all streamers who skyrocketed out of seemingly nowhere, seemingly at random. Just "luck", right? Right place, right time, got in on a famous SMP and BOOM they're famous now, making more money than they'll ever need. You don't see the dedication they put into-- the work, the burnout, the endless grinding and years of nothing that precursored their fame. It makes it feel like you have a chance-- if they could do it, why shouldn't I be able to, right? If I keep trying, maybe I'll hit that same goldmine, right?

But it doesn't work like that, does it?

So we're left with our pipe dreams, our useless aspirations, that little kindling flame inside that believes we could rise above. We cherish it for the rest of our lives, ignoring the odds even when they're glaring at us like the sun. Because if we abandon our hope at fame, then, well, why bother trying at all? Because we're "doing what we love"? In this economy? Hah, nice try.

Yet somehow… maybe there's some merit to it. Maybe, if the odds are really that horrid, we should stop caring. We can keep hoping, sure-- so long as that hope brings us nothing but sweet longing, and none of the sour regret of missed chances and twisted desire. But maybe we shouldn't live on that hope alone, and maybe we should bring back some of that innocent warmth and kind enjoyment that those live laugh love signs are always going on about. Maybe, just maybe, our goal should be our own happiness, not an endless investment in a future that will probably never come. Maybe we shouldn't sacrifice now for tomorrow, every day over again, in the futile hope that one day tomorrow will be today.

Because at the end of the day, we only get one of each. Famous or not, time will keep ticking, so you'd better use it well. Striving for fame isn't wrong, but be careful when you gamble with your life.

If you wouldn't bet your entire fortune on a 0.000086 chance, maybe you shouldn't bet your entire life on it, either.

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (September 3/2022) - C U in UT

 It’s time for Wilbur to leave.

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VOD LINKS:

Wilbur Soot

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[Archive of Previous Recaps]

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I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

And on the pedestal, these words appear...

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JULY 29, 2020

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- Wilbur and Tommy are mining yellow concrete for the L’manburg walls by the lake where the Camarvan stands

- Wilbur’s been thinking on the name “L’manburg” for their new little country. He likes it. Eret can make the walls, they can have a cool area for themselves. He wants to make this place a landmark

- Tommy asks why Wilbur only started liking it after Tommy named it. Wilbur thought it was just a joke at first, but now he’s grown attached

- Tommy says that Wilbur must be jealous because it was definitely Tommy who came up with the name

Wilbur: “Dude, I’m proud. I didn’t wanna say this bit, I was hoping you’d hear the quiet bit out loud, but I’m gonna say it – it reminds me of you! L’manburg just, this time we’ve spent together, having fun and – you know I – hanging out with you outside of you know, stupid SMPEarth stuff has been really good. And this isn’t a just a silly river delta to me anymore. It’s got a name, it’s got a story – it’s L’manburg! And it’s – to me, it’s you.”

- Next time he sees Dream, he’s going to ask for independence. L’manburg forever!

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A shot of the van and the lake from above fades into the present-day crater, vines hanging down over it and the L’manburg Flag at the bottom.

Phil is looking up at it from the water.

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SEPTEMBER, 2022

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- Wilbur is leading Tommy down the road from Spawn to Las Nevadas, intending to find Quackity. Once they arrive, however, Quackity fails to log on

- Giving up on Quackity, Wilbur and Tommy stroll around Las Nevadas, breaking into Tubburger for the fun of it

- They head over to the Wilburger Ranvan. Inside they find some of the original burger NFTs! Just outside is the crater where they detonated TNT in an attempt to take Boner hostage. Wilbur hasn’t been back here since Ranboo died

- Up to this point, Tommy thought climate change was something made up by Dream

- Wilbur comments that he’s going to miss all of this. He was going to wait for Quackity, but there’s no better time than now. Tommy is confused. Where is he going?

- Tommy continues to press Wilbur about where he’s really going as they continue walking to a little peninsula. Foolish’s summer home is in the distance

Tommy: “Wil...are you gonna come back?”

Wilbur: “I mean...probably not. I’m going very far away.”

Tommy: “Wil...you’re gonna kill yourself, aren’t you?”

Wilbur: “I – I’m going far away. I never said I was gonna kill myself.”

Tommy: “No. I won’t let you, Wil! I won’t let you, alright?”

Wilbur: “What do you mean? What do you mean you won’t let me go away?”

Tommy: “I need you, alright!”

- Tommy draws a diamond sword. Wilbur is taken aback as Tommy steps forward, trying to talk him down. When Tommy hits him with the sword, he frantically shouts to put the sword down, that he’ll explain everything

- Tommy tosses the sword aside

Tommy: “I don’t know why I did that.”

Wilbur: “What, were you gonna kill me? I –”

Tommy: “Oh no, no I was – I was just angry. I didn’t use to be this angry.”

- Tommy asks, if Wilbur is leaving, why didn’t he ever say sorry? Sorry for all the things he did to Tommy, for blowing up L’manburg, for everything in Pogtopia? For abandoning him?

Wilbur: “Tommy, it’s because I was scared you wouldn’t forgive me.”

- Wilbur isn’t going to kill himself. He never planned to. He was being literal when he said he was going far away

Tommy: “What do you mean you’re not gonna kill yourself? Just be straight with me for ONCE in my fucking life! Just tell me where you’re going, tell me what’s going on, PLEASE!”

Wilbur: “TOMMY, I’M GONNA TELL YOU, BUT YOU’RE NOT GONNA LIKE IT.”

Wilbur: “Tommy, I...”

Wilbur: “Was born and raised in Utah.”

- Indeed, Wilbur had been born and raised in the United States, in the state of Utah, and had worked at a gas station there for sixteen years.

He was an avid Utahn sailor bored with life, and so he hopped on a boat one day and sailed all the way to the beach on the coast of the Dream SMP’s ocean. It was here that he made a new life for himself

It was the middle of a storm when he arrived. The Orange Ocelots jacket he’d worn was from the gas station he worked at.

- Wilbur places down a boat, gets in, and begins to row. Tommy stops him. He can’t leave just yet. He’s come all this way, trying to tie up his loose ends by apologizing to everyone, but he hasn’t even apologized to himself

Wilbur: “Tommy, do you remember that day when I told you that the L’manburg name was a great idea, and that we should actually try and go for independence and show it to Dream and those fucking pigs who were stopping us from making our empire?”

Wilbur: “Well Tommy, from that day, I started writing.”

- Wilbur wanted to give Tommy his journal before he left. This book has everything he wanted to say. He gives Tommy some time to read it

- The sun is coming up. Wilbur boards the boat once more

Wilbur: “I’m sure at some point in the future we’ll see each other again. Maybe. I hope. And, you know, we can start another – start more hijinks.”

He begins to row away into the sunrise, pausing for one last look back

Wilbur: “Don’t trust those Americans.”

A hum begins to sound on the water

Wilbur: “Tommy, I’m going home! I’m going home!”

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And with that, Wilbur disappeared.

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My name is Wilbur Soot.

King of Kings.

Look on my works ye mighty and despair

Nothing beside remains round the decay of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away

But I never did quite forgive myself.

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Wilbur appears in the desert. Back in Utah.

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And somewhere in a train station, far away, where there is only a crying ghost,

A blue sheep arrives on a train.

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[helliontherapscallion]

Why Couldn’t it Have Been Me?

Part 2

Paring: Wilbur Soot x reader (past), Ghostbur x reader

Disclaimer: This contains major spoilers for Tommyinnit’s 4/29 lore stream

Warnings: swearing, violence, death, near death, cheating, 4/29 lore stream, grief, blood, injury, panic attack

Word count: 6,737

(A/N): So in this, you’re Schlatt’s twin and Puffy’s your older sister. Also, sorry for any mistakes, I typed a good 2/3 of this on my phone

This was your own personal hell: being trapped within cement walls with your ex fiance, your asshole of a brother, and a Dream wannabe that seemed to never lose any energy. Your life was like a trope in a novel alive you would’ve liked, however being cursed to live in it made you absolutely loathe any and all mention of it. 

Alive you would’ve killed to hang out with your brother again, not the one that turned to the bottle. Alive you would’ve craved the sweet melodies that streamed from Wilbur’s mouth. You would’ve swooned and maybe, just maybe, you would’ve forgiven him. Alive you would’ve perhaps liked this ‘Mexican Dream’ guy, you would’ve perhaps become the best of friends. 

However you despised the three locked up with you with your whole heart. 

Your ex fiance was someone you adored. Hell, you even idolized him when you were alive. The Wilbur you knew was sweet, loving, attentive, and just all around someone that you swooned over. You could still remember how your heart exploded when he first asked you out under the setting sun by the ocean. You remembered every song he's written for you, every word and rhythm by heart, even after all these years. 

You remembered how you felt your heart completely shatter when you found the songs he had in his drafts for someone that wasn't you. Someone by the name of 'Sally'. After a heated argument you had broken up with him, taking the engagement ring off from your finger and throwing it deep into the ocean. You stayed on L'Manberg's side even after all that, too loyal and proud towards the country you helped forge to drop it. You wouldn't let some stupid boy or rabid tyrants prevent you from raising your beautiful nation up from the ashes.

That had been your downfall. You should've listened to Puffy and left the country behind when you had the chance, now you paid the ultimate price for your deep rooted loyalty and devotion towards independence. And your sacrifice didn't even matter in the end! Your deranged ex blew it all to smithereens. If you didn't despise him before, you absolutely did after your dumbass twin told you about his little 'escapades' while you were gone.

Every little thing Wilbur did, no matter how small it was, made you hate him even more. Every time he would shuffle those damned cards, it made you want to rip them to shreds and throw them across the train tracks. Every time he would sing or even breathe, you wanted to strangle him. You were absolutely certain that Schlatt felt the same. 

Oh, your twin was a real card. Always boasting about how his horns were bigger than yours (who even cares anymore? Yours grew in first anyways), telling the others about your shortcomings through crude jokes, even going as far as fighting you through headbutting; you could still feel the pain of being beaten to death before respawning immediately. Schlatt hadn’t known that you respawn even in the afterlife, so you knew he was serious about killing you. You just wanted Puffy, she was far more tolerable than your twin. 

The rustling of his suit jacket and his small grunts and pants resonated within the walls as he did various forms of exercising. You now knew about all of the differing variations of a pushup and you hated yourself for listening to his explanations. He would beg you, Mexican Dream, and Wilbur to stand on his back while he did his endless routines. The only one to readily take him up on that offer was Mexican Dream.

That man was arguably the only one you slightly tolerated, and you said that very lightly. He was still annoying as all hell, but he was a new face. Well, one that you didn’t know well enough to have a grudge against while you were alive. It was slightly refreshing, in a sense. When he first got here, his songs, stories, and humor gave you a nice break away from Wilbur’s depressing songs and Schlatt’s crude jokes. However when you spend eleven years trapped in a cage with one person, everything they do becomes the bane of your existence. 

You were running out of things that kept you sane in this dump. You've read the same novel, counted the same ceiling and floor tiles (32 ceiling tiles and 57 floor tiles exactly), traced the same cracks in the walls, temporarily killing the same cellmates, you've done anything and everything that this cesspool had to offer. You've done everything billions of times over, a never ending cycle of monotony. 

Tommy joining your group of miserable has-beens was perhaps the highlight of your fifteen, almost sixteen, years spent in this shithole. Though he finally dropped the brave facade and showed just how broken down he was after everything he’s been through, having him around was the saving grace to your sanity. He told you how your sister was, how your nephews were, and most importantly what you missed. You knew about all of the events leading up to Mexican Dream's death, but you were left in the dark with everything past that. Ender, you missed so much since you died; It baffled you how much you missed. 

When the train actually stopped at your cell instead of just passing by and it's doors opened, you were just expecting another poor soul to be dropped off here. You could imagine everybody's surprise when none other than Dream stepped out of those doors. The nephew that had betrayed you without a second thought, that had murdered you, that had your severed head displayed on his mantle (you weren't sure the truth of that last statement, Tommy has a habit of over exaggerating. Though, Schlatt did say that your body was found with a missing head when you first forced him to tell you what you missed). Tommy talked to you about how he died only once, so you knew just what your nephew has been up to. It infuriated you knowing that your adult nephew was manipulating and abusing this young teenager.

While you were releasing your pent up frustrations on the masked man, he merely brushed past you and drug Tommy into the train by the arm. You could remember Wilbur banging on the doors begging for Dream to return his little brother and his angered screams echoing down the railways as the train sped off back towards the land of the living. 

Lucky Tommy, he got to live out the rest of his life and actually age. You and your crew of intolerable jesters were stuck together once again. 

Everybody was silent for a few months, reeling at the newly discovered fact that Dream could actually resurrect people. During those three months, they were quiet and tolerable. In a way, the talks that came out of it was like one of those family therapy sessions your older sister would hold in the living room (you remembered how she would grab you and Schlatt by the horns if either one of you refused to go). You would kill to attend one of those therapy sessions again, and this is the closest you were going to get to it. 

You all talked about the things you regretted most while you were alive. Mexican Dream's was that he didn't protect his girlfriend Mamacita well enough. Schlatt's was choosing alcohol and power over his family (tears were especially shed over Tubbo, he really did regret abandoning him to be raised by you). Yours was that you were too loyal to a cause that would be absolutely decimated a short while after you sacrificed everything for it. Surprisingly, Wilbur's was that he had hurt you.

He had begged and groveled for forgiveness, telling you that he just didn't feel that special connection with you anymore. That didn't take away from the fact that he was seeing another while you two were still dating and that he blew up your life's work. He had stolen everything from you, and you would never forgive him for that. 

After you made your thoughts on him completely clear, he had started treating you like you treated him in the last few months. Tension was building up between you two that had laid dormant for thirteen and a half years like a rope pulled taut about to snap.

Everybody had slowly returned to their annoying selves slowly but surely. Schlatt resumed his workout routine, Mexican Dream had started loudly singing and ranting about Mamacita's everlasting beauty again, and Wilbur eventually started up his solitaire and songwriting once again.

The three of them made you want to rip off your twisting horns and shove them in your ears in hopes of muffling them, but you knew that whomever put you here would restore your hearing and make your horns regrow. You knew that first hand after you spent a couple of years alone in this hellhole; breaking your horns off by repeatedly banging your head against the dull stone walls in a manic state was never fun. The regeneration of the keratin only slightly stung, it was like you were a kid and they were growing in for the first time again. 

You felt your eye twitch as Wilbur sang about that damned train for the umpteenth time since he arrived. It’s always ‘train this' and ‘train that' and quite frankly you were sick of it. You were sick of him. 

“Shut the fuck up about that damned train,” Schlatt seethed. You never once thought you would ever agree with your twin, but here you were nodding in agreement and shooting a glare at Wilbur’s direction. The brunet merely stopped his singing and reshuffled his cards, the sound making an ugly cacophony and grating at your ears. 

“Not my fault you two don’t want to talk to me. I’m just making due with what I’ve been given.” He dealt the cards out in piles and started yet another game of solitaire. Seriously, how many games of solitaire can one play before they lose it? You supposed that you’d find out soon, Wilbur has been playing that monotonous card game nonstop for thirteen and a half years.

“Yeah, let the hombre chill! I like his music.” The masked man reached up to stroke his goatee, the scratching sound further penetrating your focus on your book. 

Everything was quiet before Mexican Dream's voice pierced it, "hey, did I ever tell you guys how beautiful my Mamacita was?"

"You told us millions of times, fuckface. You narrate entire love letters daily, so how could we not know how 'beautiful' she was?" You complained, not once looking up from your book. Schlatt snorted to himself and returned to his workout. Mexican Dream crossed his arms in anger, cursing you out under his breath. Wilbur merely glanced at you and rolled his eyes. "You know, I'm tired of your bitchy attitude. Let him talk about Mamacita, it's not his fault every time you think you love someone it fails." 

Your grip on your book tightened impossibly. If it were physically possible, the book would be crumbling to dust in your voice grip. You practically see red as you slowly dog-eared the worn page you were on and put your book down. 

"Oh shit," you heard Schlatt mumble and move away from you, Mexican Dream following suit. When you both were alive, your anger was always something you knew Schlatt feared. However, you knew that he's never seen you this angry; nobody has. The majority of what you've been holding in for almost fourteen years is about to be unleashed. 

"You know what I'm sick of, Wilbur?"

"Oh, do enlighten us."

"I'm sick of each and every single one of you. You three have been absolutely intolerable ever since you arrived. I was doing just fine alone and the universe just had to fuck everything up for me, just like it always does."

"There you go again," Wilbur laughed sardonically, "making everything about yourself." He gathered his cards and shuffled them repeatedly. 

"I make everything about myself?! Do you even hear yourself? Mr. Oh-I'm-such-a-disappointment-to-Philza, you wallow in self pity twenty-four seven! You fucking write every single song about yourself!”

"I didn't want to come here, okay?! I didn't think it was gonna be like this! God, I might as well be in hell with you here." 

"Believe me, my hell started fourteen years ago when you guys started showing up," you growled out, your ears flattening to the sides of your skull.

"Have you ever stopped to think that you're our hell? All you've done since we came here was complain and be a massive douche to all of us." He fluttered through the deck more and more as the argument escalated, the noise making you want to scream until you tasted blood.

"I'm the one that's in the wrong here? You fucked up my entire life. He," you pointed at Schlatt, "keeps beating me to death. And he," you jutted your chin towards Mexican Dream, "never shuts the hell up��� Would you stop with that damn deck?! You're literally so fucking annoying." 

He narrowed his eyes, "make me."

A mixture of an animalistic growl and a guttural scream left your lips as you charged at him, your head tilted downwards so he could feel the brunt of your horns. He moved out of the way just in time, the side of your horn brushing against his arm. You crashed head first into the stone wall before you stabilized yourself and looked at the brunet with seething hatred. 

He was staring at you in shock, "how're you-" You used his shock to your advantage, throwing a right hook at his face. His head whipped to the side and his body followed, sending him to the ground in a heap.

"How am I still conscious? I'm a ram hybrid, dumbass. What'd you expect?" You huffed angrily before you pried the cards out of his hand and stalked over to the tracks. 

He scrambled up to stop you, but before he could even reach you, you held the deck over the tracks and looked down at him. You could just imagine how your horizontal pupils were blazing with fury. 

You reveled in the betrayal and animosity gleaming in his eyes as you dangled the thing he held dearest in this hell over the railroads. If you were to drop them, he'd never be able to see them again.

"We promised not to touch belongings on our first day here!" He yelled at you, his hands wrung in front of him nervously hiding the slight tremor. "Our first day here?" You scoffed, "the last time I checked, I was here for two years before any of you showed up." You gestured around the room in one angry swipe, the cards slipping slightly with how sweaty your hands were. It was then that you saw the fear in Schlatt's eyes. Good, that bastard should be scared of you. "If anything, you all are in my domain."

Wilbur flinched at the sight of the cards slowly slipping out of your hand, his breath hitching and panic stricken across his features. Mexican Dream stood up from his place and put his hands up. He was slowly approaching you like you were a cornered wild animal, making sure that you saw his every move. 

He nervously chuckled, "let's just put the cards down and have a nice talk. Doesn't that sound better than this, mi amigo?"

You shook the cards once again, taking in Wilbur's silent anguish with glee. "I'm not your friend, I'm anything but. Don't tell me what to fucking do or else that picture of Mamacita is the next to go."

"...Okay, you're in charge, man. Do what you want." He reluctantly sat back down next to Schlatt. The ram was watching in fear, yet it looked like he was entertained with what was happening. You couldn't blame him, the last interesting thing that happened was three full months ago when Tommy was taken. That and you probably looked feral at the moment.

"You understand that if you drop those, they're lost forever right?"

You threw your head back and laughed, "of course I know, why do you think I only have one sock? I already tried that shit out before you came." You hummed to yourself in thought, then grinned. Wilbur was going to love this.

While you shuffled the deck, you kept a close eye on the movement happening inside the cell. Another perk to being a ram hybrid was that you had a nearly 360 degree scope of everything around you. The only movement happening was the panicked breaths from Wilbur, good. You huffed in amusement, "alright Wilbur, let's do a card trick. I'd ask you to pick a card, any card, but I don't want to risk you fucking shit up again. So, I'm just going to draw for you." You drew a card from the middle of the deck and showed it to him. "The eight of clubs, how fitting." 

"(Y/n), I don't know what you're getting at, but if you don't give me those cards right now-"

"Shut it, I'm not done. I'm going to shuffle this back into the deck, watch the hands." You kept eye contact with him as you shuffled the cards rigorously, the card you pulled long since hidden with the slight of a hand. After a bit of shuffling and reshuffling, you had sneakily put the card between the two halves and bridged them until the cards were in one pile with the eight of clubs on top. 

You chuckled and pulled the top card, once again showing it to him. "Is this your card?"

He nodded slightly, never once taking his eyes off from the deck. "Yes, now give it back to me!" The angry and anxious undertones were like music to your ears.

You tapped your chin in thought, "hm, I don't think I will. You've taken so much from me, it's only fair that I get some revenge." Without another word, you threw the cards behind your head and smiled widely at the sound of the fluttering down to the tracks. 

Wilbur launched himself forward with a frantic yell, his hands flailing to catch all of the cards before they were lost forever. He only succeeded in catching a few. 

His breath shuddered as he stared at the three cards in his hand: the five of diamonds, the four of spades, and the seven of hearts. The fate of the universe was on your side for once, perhaps preternaturally so. 

"You- do you realize what you just did?!" He spun around to face you. If humans could froth at the mouth, a full waterfall would be streaming through his gritted teeth. His eyes held the rage of a man that had just lost everything in one singular instant, the resentment swirling in his dark brown orbs. Several veins were bulging in his face and neck, painting the skin in a red hue.

You walked over to your book and plopped yourself down. "Yeah," you said with a nonchalant shrug of your shoulders. You opened up your book and started reading it again, leaving the man to his grief. 

Everything was quiet once more much to your delight. Though you read this book from cover to cover thousands of times, enough to know most of the words by heart, you were never able to fully enjoy and immerse yourself in it with them around. You took this time to reclaim your designated corner and spend some quality time reading. 

You spent hours with your nose buried deep in your book, savoring the peace. That was until it was snatched out of your hands and ripped away from you. You looked up in slight shock at the sight of Wilbur snapping it shut and walking over to the tracks. 

No. No. Nononono he can’t. That was the only thing keeping you sane. He can't just get rid of it when he's done so much towards you when you were alive. 

A wail left your mouth as you tackled him to the ground, your arms wrapped around his midsection. He crashed to the ground with a grunt, his forehead smacking against the painted yellow stone. You straddled his back and ripped the book away from him, throwing it across the room and away from the tracks. 

You grabbed a fist full of his hair after yanking off his beanie and tossing it into oblivion with his precious cards. You pulled his head up and leaned close to his ear, "you try that shit again and your hat and cards won't be the only things lost to the void." Venom was seeping through your every word, "do you understand me?" 

He merely jerked his head to the side, colliding it with your nose and mouth. You shouted in surprise and let him go in favor of holding your aching nose. You could feel the warmth of the blood pouring from it. Through teary eyes, you looked up at Wilbur as he grabbed your book and flung it against the wall of the opposite side of the tracks. You scampered to the edge and watched in horror as it disappeared into the void. 

Without warning, you were forced to the ground, a hand holding you by a horn and a knee between your shoulder blades. You struggled before a dark chuckle was heard, "if you keep moving, you'll slip! Do you really want that?" You begrudgingly stopped, realizing that he had all the power in this situation. If he wanted to, he could just slide you off from the platform and toss you away like throwing a piece of paper into the trash.

"Good, you're not as stupid as you were earlier today." He slid you forward, holding your upper body over the tracks by the horn. You came face to face with the swirling abyss that was the void, small shapes appearing from your eyes adjusting to the sudden lack of visual stimulant. Your breathing picked up as he lowered you slightly, "you don't wanna do this." 

"No, I do. Thirteen and a half years of having to be around you was hell, but the shit you pulled today just put the icing on the cake. Do you have any last words before you go?"

You grunted as he shook your head slightly, a slight pain coming from the base of your horn. "Fuck you." 

"How appropriate, now let's see if you'll come back this time. It'll be our fun little science experiment!"

He dropped your horn without a care in the world, sending you plummeting to your demise. A terrified scream ripped it's way out of your throat and you screwed your eyes tightly shut in preparation for the void. Your body came to a jerking halt as you held your breath, preparing for… whatever awaited you. However, nothing came.

You cracked open an eye only to be met with the uncanny inkyness, the invisible mist freezing your face and its frostbitten arms opened wide for you. But you never fell into its embrace. 

Instead, you were pulled back onto the platform. You laid on your stomach with your horn supporting your head staring at the wall, tracing every single nook and cranny of the bricks. Your chest heaved as you greedily gasped for air. You never thought you'd be so relieved to see the cement walls you've been trapped in for over a decade and a half.

You were once again pulled up into a now sitting position and leaned against the wall, your back touching the cool cement. Across from you, you saw Mexican Dream pinning a struggling Wilbur down to the floor. Wilbur's crazed eyes met you, piercing through your very being. However, that didn't affect you in the slightest; you almost were just wiped from existence completely, you stared into the abyss and it stared back at you.

You felt… strange, to say the least. While icy fear and adrenaline coursed through your veins, you felt warmth blossoming in you at the same time. It was like the void was an actual person, politely giving you some form of relief from the hell you've been subjected to for over a decade and a half. It was so welcoming, not terrifying like you initially thought it was. When your fingertips grazed its surface it felt freezing to the touch, yet you felt the staticky power it was showing you. In that split moment of touching it, you had already accepted the power it held over you. 

A hand softly slapped your cheek, "c'mon, (y/n). Talk to me." Your eyes drifted lazily to your twin. He was extremely pale, his eyes frantically searching your face for any sign of responsiveness. When you looked at him, he visibly relaxed. "It was so… so beautiful, Schlatt."

"Yeah, what the actual fuck did you just say? You almost just- just died for good dumbass." He looked at you incredulously, you could just see the cogs in his brain working hard to process what the hell he was seeing. 

You looked back at Wilbur, he had stopped struggling slightly and was instead looking at you with a hint of confusion shining through the crazed daze. Mexican Dream tilted his head, the mask skewing slightly to the side of his face. "Thank you, Wilbur. You've shown me that there's… there's more to this hellhole than suffering. There's beauty in the darkness." His struggling had come to a complete halt, now staring at you with the most confusion you've ever seen from him. You also saw a very small hint of fear from deep within his irises.

A calloused hand gripped your chin and forced you to look back at your twin. "What are you on," he hissed lowly, "the stuff that's comin outta your mouth right now is actually batshit insane. He almost just permanently murked you and you're fucking thanking him." 

"I haven't felt this at ease in nearly two decades. I feel ethereal, Schlatt, and it's all thanks to him." You let your eyes drift over to Wilbur. Giving him a content smile, you nodded your thanks at him.

The next few days went by tensely for the others, eyeing your every move and keeping you away from the ledge. You had only peered over the ledge once since then, it was just so alluring to you. It was nothing, yet everything at the same time. Mexican Dream had pulled you back to the opposite end of the room by your horns. The part that disturbed the three men was that you said absolutely nothing about it. You didn't even struggle against it, you just laid limp and let it happen. 

With each passing second you spent away from the void, the feeling of utter peace was rapidly draining from your body; instead being replaced by icy fear, paranoia, and the realization that you were almost completely swallowed whole by the void. 

After coming back to your senses, you didn't allow anybody near you. Your instincts going haywire and screaming that they were going to hurt you if they came close. The last time Schlatt tried touching you, you damn near took his finger off. They didn't bother trying to approach you anymore, instead glancing at you from the corners of their eyes. Wilbur was perhaps the one you feared the most, you knew that if he didn't hesitate to toss you away the first time, he would surely do it a second time. He spent most of his time staring at you, you didn't know if he was zoned out or not.

Everybody was against you, you knew it. You just knew it. They were plotting to toss you back into the void. That thing- or was it an entity? Whatever it was held a power over you that you didn't know was possible. That trance that it put you in, the craving you felt, was something that was repeating like a broken record in your mind. You could still feel the void calling out to you, it was terrifying. 

You spent most of the time huddled in your corner staring at the fingers that had grazed the textured nothingness. You could still feel the buzzing and popping of the power on your fingertips, that inky residue staining your skin wouldn't come off. No matter how hard you scrubbed, scratched, or scraped, it would not leave your body. It was freezing.

The oncoming train screeching to a gradual stop was perhaps the only thing you fully acknowledged outside of your safety bubble in days. You watched in shock as it stopped at the platform. The doors opened with a fwoosh, fog pouring out onto the smooth stone floors. 

Out stepped Dream, the smile etched into his cracked mask sent chills to your core. Next to him was… was another Wilbur? How in the name of Ender was that even possible? 

This Wilbur was different though. This one was desaturated. This one didn't have an insane glint in his eyes, this one had grief shimmering in the tears that steamed on his cheeks. This one was broken compared to the well established man against the wall. This one was defenseless. 

Dream shoved him to the center of the room, the man falling to his hands and knees. Sobs escaped his mouth as steam left his skin and drifted along the sides of his face before dissolving into the air. 

"Got a new plaything for you guys, this one isn't as… fun as Wilbur is though." Dream's head turned towards you before it tilted. "What happened there? Did our dear little (y/n) get too close to the void?" 

"They are none of your concern, pandejo," Mexican Dream seethed at his counterpart from his position next to the train. "Why are you even here, man?"

"Oh, I'm just here to make a trade. I'm afraid that I'll have to give you guys Ghostbur here in exchange for Wilbur."

Wilbur stared at him with pure hope and glee springing up in his eye for the first time in over a decade. "Really?" 

Dream chuckled, "yes, really. What, do you really think I'd lie to you?" 

"I don't know, ya smiley freak. You've been known to fuck people over." Schlatt scoffed, his ear flicking in annoyance. 

"I'm telling the truth this time. Wilbur, come with me." 

Stars shone in his eyes as he reveled in the sight of the open train doors. He followed the masked man with a skip in his step, ecstatic giggles leaving his mouth as he boarded. 

Anger flooded you as you purse your lips together and you darted towards the train. The doors were closing already, if you could just- 

The door shut with a clank, blocking you from freedom. Your clenched fists banged against the window, glowering at the sight of Wilbur's happiness and Dream looking at you with a wave.

"You fucking bastard! Take me, he doesn't deserve it! He threw his goddamned life away, you're wasting your time with him!" Your angry shouts were ignored by the two however as the train once again started moving with a small hiss. 

A frustrated scream left your mouth as you pummeled the iron with your fists as it moved. If only you could find a train car to jump onto- 

Now. You leapt from the platform towards the junction between two of the train cars. However, your leap of faith was set to a halt midair by Schlatt holding your upper arms. You thrashed against him, desperate to get back to the land of the living, desperate to leave this godforsaken hell called the afterlife, but once again, you were torn away from what you were trying to achieve. 

You fell limp as you watched the last train car pass the platform and disappear down the tracks and into the void. The next possible time it would show it’s face would be in a few months if you were lucky. You let him take you back to your corner, your feet limply being drug against the floor. After you were plopped back down, you stared at the clone of your ex. You were pretty sure Dream said that his name was ‘Ghostbur’. What a strange name, yet you supposed that it was fitting for Wilbur’s apparition. 

“Are ya done with your little ‘moment’, (y/n)?” Schlatt was kneeling in front of you, his hands prepared to grab you if you made a run for it. Though his tone was annoyed, you could detect the very small worried undertone of his voice. 

You nodded and watched as he took a seat next to you, also staring at the newcomer. This is the closest he’s sat next to you in years. 

“...What do you think of the clone over there?” You hummed to yourself, “he looks pathetic, but I think that might be the only thing he and Wilbur share.” 

Mexican Dream took a seat next to you, slinging an arm over your shoulders. Normally, you would’ve shrugged him off, but you were too emotionally drained to do so. “Si, he does look kinda weak. But I think our new hombre here has promise.” 

“Promise for what?” Schlatt snorted. Mexican Dream hesitated, “...I don’t know. This is gonna be interesting, mis amigos.” 

“The party’s just begun, boys. Buckle up, this is gonna be a wild fucking ride.” You mused to them, unsure of what the future would hold with the newcomer. Though after a couple of years, you were sure you were going to hate him; that is if he’s nothing like his clone. Ender help you if he’s anything like Wilbur. 

As you stared at the broken man, you couldn’t help but wonder: why did he get to go back? As far as you were concerned, psychopaths like him do not deserve a second chance at life. If anything, it should be you boarding that train. It should be you getting a second chance. He was the one that so readily threw his life away while you had yours ripped away from you.

One continuous thought was circling in your mind: why couldn’t it have been me?

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You wrung your hands together as you anxiously waited for Tommy, Ghostbur, and Friend outside of Pandora’s Vault. Ranboo and Tubbo sat next to you in the grass, giving you silent comfort with their presence. You were mainly worried for your boyfriend, his worst fear was Dream using the resurrection book on him. You had calmed him down from a panic attack prior to meeting up with the teenagers, begging him to let you go in his place. Of course, Ghostbur being the caring and brave soul he was, wove you off and ensured that he’d be okay. 

When you saw someone emerging from the portal, you leapt to your feet and steadied your head on your shoulders before you examined the people emerging. Except you only saw a human and a sheep, no ghost. 

Tommy looked pale and on the verge of tears as he led Friend towards you. Before he spoke, he used his sleeve to wipe at his tears. 

“Hey, Tommy! How did it- where’s Ghostbur?” The enderman hybrid stretched his usually slouched back to peer at the portal, keen eyes searching for any sign of movement. 

“I think he’s dead… He’s dead!” 

Tubbo tilted his head and looked up at the blond in confusion, “well, yeah. He’s a ghost. Of course he’s dead.” Ranboo nodded in agreement, “yeah, he can’t die again. That just isn’t possible.”

You said nothing (not like you could in the first place, your head wasn’t connected to your body), looking into Tommy’s eyes inquisitively. They were chock full of panic, grief, and fear, staring down at the lead in his clenched hands. 

“No, no you don’t understand, it’s not that he’s dead… it’s that Wilbur’s back.”

��Hold on, the Wilbur that blew up L’Manberg? That Wilbur?” Ranboo peered down at him incredulously. “Yes! C’mon, he- we gotta get to L’Manberg.” 

He spun around and led Friend towards L’Manberg, walking quickly with a purpose. You, Ranboo, and Tubbo followed. You hugged your head close to your chest, your eyes peeking over your arms. It was always something you’ve done whenever you were scared or worried about something. You heard stories about Wilbur from your nephew, if the stories of his insanity terrified you, you’d hate to see the man in person. 

“I was about to kill Dream, and- and Ghostbur died. Dream revived Wilbur… Fuck!” Tommy walked faster, L’Manberg far off in the distance. With one hand, you grabbed the blond’s attention and finger spelled, ‘are you serious? He’s actually gone?’

“Yes! How many times do I have to explain this?! Ghostbur isn’t with us anymore and Wilbur’s back. Wilbur’s back and we’re absolutely fucked.” He turned on his heel and resumed his beeline towards the crater in the wall. No, he couldn’t be gone. This was just a cruel prank they were pulling on you, right? 

Tubbo put a comforting hand on your shoulder, giving you a small sympathetic smile. You leaned into his touch slightly and carried on, stepping into the makeshift staircase behind Tommy. 

You moved your arms to cover your eyes as you stepped aside to make room for the other two teenagers. You heard a voice; it sounded exactly like Ghostbur’s voice, yet it sounded... off. You however remained hopeful and uncovered your eyes. 

The man that stood there certainly wasn’t your boyfriend. Everything about him was just so wrong. The emotion in his eyes, his clothing, his smile, his stance, his hair, everything. This was a completely different person. This was Wilbur Soot. 

“Hello again.” His eyes flicked around your group, his gaze lingering on you for longer than the rest. You noticed that he was staring at your neck, but that was okay. You were used to it; everybody did that. What you weren’t used to was the revulsion that flashed in his eyes. The eyes that once lovingly stared at you and reassured you that he’d love you even with your… condition were now filled with disgust. 

That was what broke you, the tears that you tried to hold in came streaming out like a waterfall. Stinging pain hit you as the water worked its way through the cloth of your uniform onto your arms, leaving steam floating upwards towards the cave ceiling. You phased through Ranboo’s body and made a mad dash towards your sister’s house. You needed her, you could feel a panic attack brewing inside you. Usually you would hate to be a bother to your older sister and Ghostbur would always calm you down, but now he’s…

You pushed that thought aside and focused completely on getting to Puffy’s house in the distance. You phased through the door without a thought to knock, frantically beginning your search for Puffy. 

You looked everywhere, but you couldn’t find her. Unable to cope any longer, you fell to your knees in the middle of the living room and hugged your head to your chest, your face being pushed against your uniform. Your shoulders shook with silent painful sobs, the only sound in the room being the sizzling of your skin. 

Why couldn’t it have been you? It should be Ghostbur standing there in that cavern, not Wilbur. This was completely your fault, you should’ve gone instead of him. You should’ve volunteered quicker than he did, you shouldn’t have let him talk you into it with his soothing words. Now because of your complete and utter cowardice, he was stuck in the afterlife once again. You were never going to see him any time soon. Your other half was ripped away from you because of your inaction. 

Between sobs, your lips repeatedly formed the same phrase: why couldn’t it have been me?

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This analysis is specifically for this anon

HELLO, Ghostbur did some SHOUTING today! Do you know how amazing that is? Do you know how long I’ve been craving that?! HOLY FUCK

Hi... Let’s reset. Ghostbur shouting at Phil was a big step, and even though he forgot all about it, it shows a lot about Ghostbur and what he cares about, and that in turn shows why he’s changed his mind on being brought back to life.

(All these quotes are from Wilbur’s stream, First Time Ghostbur Live: 6th Jan)

When he begins talking to Phil, he’s... calm.

“Why- Why did you- Why did you blow up L’Manberg?” - (17:19)

The way Ghostbur says this with such sadness, such sorrow. It hurts.

I MEAN LOOK AT THE POOR GUY! He’s emotionally destroyed by it. Because of Friend, because Friend’s dead, again, and we know what that does to Ghostbur, it hurts him. Because he loves Friend. (Which suggests that canon deaths in the Dream SMP are real, painful deaths, which is why they’re so serious in their nature.)

And then he shouts, and he makes Phil listen (after he tries to make the excuse that Friend has infinite canon lives like that makes it better):

“You knew Friend was in your house! You knew! Stop! Stop! Stop! You knew Friend was in your house! You knew everything everyone owned was in this town!” - (17:39)

This line shows how Ghostbur is thinking, him putting his head in his hands, him shouting, it shows his emotional state. He’s full of anguish and pain, sadness and anger.

But what does it suggest he’s thinking? That he puts value on people’s belongings. (Including books, because like rip to them, that one hurts.) Friend is a physical being, something he loves, but he applies that same love and value to what people owned in L’Manberg. 

It causes him great pain to think of this, that those things are gone, without ever getting them back (a bit like death, huh).

Then we get this line, where he’s completely done with Phil’s explanation:

“I don’t- I don’t- I don’t- I don’t want to listen- I don’t want to hear what you have to say. I don’t want to have to hear what you have to say. I- I- I’ve read the history books, Phil. I’ve read the history books. You- You- You slayed the dragon, you slayed Alivebur. You were the- You- You are the St George of the Dream SMP. We understand, everyone understands that, Phil. But, look what you’ve done. How can you look at this and still see yourself as a hero. Sending a message, Phil. Sending a message?” - (17:58)

So, that’s a big quote, and every single part of it is so important.

His repetition shows his struggle with his emotions. But he makes the point again that he’s read the history books (no one else, but that’s a separate thing entirely). He knows what Phil did, hell! He remembers it! He sees Alivebur’s death as a good thing, and the parallel to him being a dragon and Phil being St George, where do I even start with that???

Because dragons in legends hoard things, right? So you could see Alivebur’s hoard as L’Manberg itself, that’s his gold. And Phil is the hero for slaying the dragon who wanted to keep L’Manberg from anyone else (which shows how Ghostbur doesn’t remember Alivebur’s final motivations for blowing it up).

But Ghostbur understands, he’s telling Phil that everyone understands why he killed Alivebur, only to point out that the destruction of L’Manberg removes the title of hero from him. He can’t be a hero when he caused so much destruction. (At least Alivebur knew he was the bad guy. Phil and Techno think they’re in the right, that they’re heroes.)

He specifically calls out Phil’s wording of sending a message. Ghostbur can’t understand that, because it doesn’t make sense. Sending a message. I get the implication of what Ghostbur is suggesting, that sending a message makes Phil the villain, makes him as bad, if not worse than Alivebur.

At least Alivebur had cause! Sending a message is pure evil, through and through. (but that’s just my opinion :P)

“So you make me suffer? I- I don’t know what Alivebur did, and I’m really trying to remember. But I know what I did, and I just wrote books. I built- Remember the lanterns we used to make? I built them. I- I built a house for people- I- I set up this area- I built this town just like I built Logstedshire, and I watched them both blow up. And I didn’t- I- I didn’t- I didn’t hurt anyone, and yet I’m the one who pays. Tommy didn’t even live here, Tommy didn’t have a house here. I sowed the seeds of peace, and yet I’m the one who pays for war.”  - (18:47)

I picked out this screenshot specifically because he’s making this expression as he talks about the lanterns, the anguish in his expression, the way he’s looking out at L’Manberg, head slightly tilted up towards the lanterns. It shows how Ghostbur holds onto the good memories, but he feels the deep sadness of building up L’Manberg again, making it look nice, houses, the main area, he built that town more than anyone else, gave it a personality, only to lose it.

And he feels that, as well as the pain of losing Logstedshire. He makes the point that he hasn’t hurt anyone. And he hasn’t. Not physically anyway, the only damage he’s done as Ghostbur is the pain others feel knowing he doesn’t remember the bad. 

And this line, this 30 second line, it shows so much. It shows how Ghostbur still feels how Tommy never even lived in L’Manberg (I know he had that house under Ranboo’s but he never really lived there like the others). It shows that Ghostbur feels like he’s paying the most because he built it, because he lived there, because he had the history books, because.... “Everything for L’Manberg. For L’Manberg, my L’Manberg.” (Wilbur’s Amangus with new and old friends :): 1:46:29, 24th Nov) 

And he’s right, he set up peace. He called out Tubbo, he made sure to remind him of the values. He made his point to Phil that L’Manberg wasn’t doing things right. He made the same point to Ranboo. He tried. He read the history books, he kept telling people! But they didn’t listen, and in the end... he paid for it the most because he thought he had done enough, but it’s not enough. With L’Manberg it never is... was, I suppose.

“I know I’m forgetful, I know I’m an amnesiac, and I know I’m the comic relief in all of your stories, but I still feel this, I still feel things. And I try my best to make sure no one else feels it... And I just.” - (19:32)

This is Ghostbur’s turning point for the quote that comes after this.

You know what all of this is? All these quotes, Ghostbur making someone listen to HIM for once. All people have done since Ghostbur has been around is shout at him, belittle him, treat him like he’s stupid, patronise him, go against all of his wishes. Finally, this talk with Phil allowed him to take control again and speak his own mind without being beat down, he was loud, not quiet, he even banged his fist, something Alivebur did a lot.

He had his fire.

But this line... He’s calling people out, calling them all out. He knows he’s forgetful, an amnesiac, the comic relief in their stories (is that why he’s inserting himself back in the narrative? to put himself back in, to take control of his story again?)

And he makes the point that he feels this, he still feels things! And why would he make this point? For what I said above. He’s only ever been beaten down by others, or patronised. He’s reminding Phil that he’s still very much a being that can feel, he isn’t devoid of emotion, in fact he’s full of ‘em. All the emotions, especially sadness.

You can see it in his expressions too, the way he puts his head in his hands, the way he covers his mouth. He’s full of pain.

His goal though is to make sure no one else feels what he does - the sadness - which makes sense to why he hands out Blue like it’s gone out of fashion. It may be his unhealthy coping mechanism for his depression, but he’s trying his best. He just wants people to be happy.

But, as I said, this is his turning point. He hangs up on Phil and thinks for a moment, in complete silence, nothing but the sounds of the surviving campfires in the apiary to keep him company. He realises that Alivebur needs to come back, he knows that in being forgetful, he isn’t helping people like he wants to.

He knows as Ghostbur he can never make any progress (especially since he forgot the entire conversation with Phil). 

And so...

“I take it back, Tommy. Tommy, I take it back. I’m burning in the rain right now, and I just- Tommy, I want you to bring me back to life.” - (20:07)

“Tommy, I know- I know I said- Tommy, I know how I said I didn’t want- I didn’t want to be brought back to life because I didn’t want to- Because that would mean me as Ghostbur would stop existing. But I want- I want you to bring me back to life. I don’t want to be Ghostbur anymore.” - (22:12)

These quotes are so important. They show how Ghostbur’s mind has changed from:

“Hey, Tommy, I was having a think about it, and I don’t think I want people to bring me back to life.” - (Tommy’s Alone?: 47:38, 19th Dec) 

“If I am given a life, does that mean I die? Like Ghostbur dies? And Alivebur is alive but Ghostbur is dead.” - (Tommy’s Alone?: 48:11, 19th Dec) 

To now wanting to be resurrected. He’s made peace with the fact that he must die for Alivebur to exist again (which is sus, like this poor depressed boyyyy). But he’s doing it for noble reasons, it seems, not uh.... not other reasons, I don’t think. He wants Alivebur to exist because Ghostbur can’t help as much as his alive self could.

And hell, maybe he’d be able to make up for his mistakes.

Overall, his conversation with Phil shows many things. Mainly, that Ghostbur saw what he was doing in L’Manberg as sowing peace, that he relates his love for Friend to people’s belongings, that this is his turning point in how he sees himself (and how he can’t stay dead), and that it’s him putting himself back in the narrative.

This one conversation had so much to tell, and I’m sure I could analyse it further but this is far too long (1.8k words). So, if you made it this far, thank you for reading <3

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Nov 16 Stream Timestamps

Timestamps from Technoblade’s “THE REVOLUTION (dream SMP)”

Link to my youtube comment with all of the timestamps x

Timestamps with hyperlinks below

02:13  “This is a surprise tool which will help us later” / thumbnail isn’t foreshadowing / video thumbnails have to be big / stream thumbnails can be detailed 05:17  “The traitor is actually Jschlatt” / firework crafting 09:50 ��“The ratio is impeccable” 13:23  “Dream’s in the game! My audience retention rate” / vc with Tubbo & Quackity / traitor Jschlatt theory / “Are you high?” “A little” 14:47  “You’re a bit of a wildcard” “I am the most consistent character on the entire server” / “What’s this about getting into power” / “We’ll burn this bridge when we get to it” 15:54  “You really are such an English major” / “You’re an idiom” / malaphor / “I’m actually speaking twice as much English as you guys” 18:07  “I think Thunder is overcompensating in the chat” / “Where can you see me” “In my heart” (Karl & Quackity) / Karl not leaving vc 20:33  vc with Niki / “Did Tubbo just leave me? I spaced out for 2 seconds” / “You can’t call everyone the traitor” “I can & will” 22:45  “You know it’s an event when Skeppy’s here” / “You know it’s a big deal when Georgenotfound wakes up” / “Everyone leaves me” 23:31  explaining the traitor thing to Niki / “Maybe I’m a sleeper agent” / had to kill Tubbo 25:03  nothing happened with that creeper / Fundy interrogating Niki / “Why did I train her for MCC” 25:54  “Even YOU’RE leaving me” / sad music / “I’m sitting here with 203k viewers & it’s not enough for any of these streamers to bear talking to me for more than 60 seconds” / Skeppy joins vc to immediately leave 28:50  Karl has a gift for Techno / Karl is just here for the animatic 32:21  “At least the chat won’t leave me” / pays for his music 35:01  “I’m going to destroy the government so bad” / “I hate all of the farming updates on skyblock” 37:45  joining a vc / “I just got stood up in like 4...conversations in rapid succession” / “My new years resolution was to make friends & it’s november & I’ve made zero headway” / Eret switches sides 41:53  Ender chest setup / worried about hotbar management / potions > shields   43:13  vc with allies / “Karl you are literally the biggest third wheel I have ever seen” 45:03  angering the dogs / trident combo 47:13  “D!ck with one ball” (Tubbo) 50:25  “Let’s hope Wil overslept like [George]” 53:09  recruiting Eret / “If you fight on our side we’ll make you the King of Burger King” / “He’ll be an executive citizen” / “I’m surrounded by idiots” 54:58  putting Schlatt on the allies list / “Schlatt is an alcoholic high on protein power” (Fundy) 56:47  can’t trust Eret / “I hate it when you’re right” (Tubbo) / Wilbur joins vc 59:50  having a moment with Hubert / “Not even the mobs like me” / sad music / “I just gained 8k subscribers the sadness is gone” / cow pit exp farm 1:02:57  vc with Niki / “I’m going to join the other vc AHHHHH” 1:05:02  “Once everyone meets up...I have something prepared” / “Technoblade when are you not ready?” “When I joined the server” 1:09:38  “Who do you take me for? Of course I’ve read the Art of War. It’s written by Mozart” / battle planning 1:12:18  “This is the betrayal...happening very slowly” 1:13:35  Pan1 / “This revolution is so doomed” 1:15:29  Dream attack / Quackity dies 1:18:07  “Agree Retweet” / “Violence is the only universal language” / “i have a supply” / “Why do you talk in upwards inflections constantly?” 1:19:57  Techno not getting to talk / “He took it all by force didn’t he” / “Fear into Ear” 1:23:50  Techno telling everyone he has a stash twice / distributing blue / mushroom the fox 1:26:49  Tommy talking over Techno again / “Stop going off on your tangents” “We have food at home” 1:29:30  vault reveal / Tubbo stealing emeralds / secret chest 1:32:40  “Shut up bro you are green as shit” (Tommy) / “Everyone give me back my stuff you don’t deserve it” 1:34:41  no netherite swords / “Who’s the traitor” “Promise we won’t be mad” 1:36:31  battle / Technoblade trident maneuvering / giving rocket launchers to Tubbo & Tommy 1:40:27  killing Karl / Dream bringing out the end crystals / fighting invis Dream / purpled switches sides 1:43:57  Dream wants to talk / 309k / group photos 1:46:08  vc with Dream / “But only if my enemy insists” / in the van with Schlatt / “What are you doing in my drug van? It better not be drugs” / Tommy preparing to shoot Schlatt 1:54:42  “We won” / “We killed an old man with heart problems! It only took 20 of us!” / President Innit / subscribe to Technoblade sign 1:55:57  Dream & Techno talk in chat / Tommy speech / “It was meant to be” / “I don’t think anyone is bowing to Tommyinnit” / “Karl don’t be weird” / Skeppy has a disc 1:59:06  Techno being apprehensive on mute / Tommy makes Wilbur President / “I’ll be the president” “I’m gonna veto that” / “Techno...you’ve taught me that government is not the way to go” / Wilbur makes Tubbo president 2:03:20  “I’m not sure I like where this is going x2” / “I’m not sure this is a good ending” / “Team chaos” “Perhaps” 2:06:20  Techno shoots Tubbo / Philza joins / “You think Schlatt was the cause of your problems? No. It was government” / speech gets interrupted / “The government ends here, I’ll kill it myself!” 2:09:23  Phil kills Wilbur / techno yelling for silence / “Tommy you just did a coup...& instilled yourself as president” 2:12:11  “If you want to be a hero THAN DIE LIKE ONE” / wither spawning / killing his former allies 2:15:09  post fight talks / “There will be no new government today. It will be over my dead body” / “Techno was not the traitor” 2:18:50  “I need to increase the crater that is L’Manberg so that no country can rise in its place” / “Mom says it’s my turn on the flame bow” 2:23:51  “What I’m doing right now is small scale. This is the work of an individual. This is nothing compared to the cruelty governments all around the world [inflict]...systematically” / “Llamas are the primary victims of war” / “I just wanna be apart of the explosion” (George) 2:27:06  Techno joins vc / connor joins the server / “I hope you’re proud of yourself Techno” “I kinda am” / Jack Manifold (Thunder) being broke / netherite armor 2:32:30  “Beach episode” / Techno accidentally joins the L’Manberg vc 2:35:16  the base is compromised / “There’s no way Technoblade would put a clock there if it didn’t mean anything” / got robbed 2:37:37  “If you’re going to ask me how I got all these emerald & arrows that’s a story for another day” / explaining the bedrock / “I can give everyone stuff & it’ll be such a flex” 2:40:24  Greek mythology 2:41:45  The Golden Apple / “They didn’t use discord back then they used skype, so can’t invite Eris” / “Zeus the god of feminism” 2:46:02  Eret recruiting Techno to kill George / joining vc / “Let’s stop him before he gets land” / Awesamdude proposing a fight 2:49:08  “No one can kill me I’m invincible” (logs out) / Dream literally names the turtle potions Sam thinks he hasn’t heard of / “I’m at soup” / “It’s not smack talk he just has that many items” 2:53:06  “Stab him Dream, I’ll shout encouraging words” / Techno fighting Bad & Ant 2:56:23  Dream wins / “I think there was this Dream guy attacking you with some sort of weapon” 3:00:11  turtle potions / Dream hyping up Techno about fighting BBH / Badlands negotiating with George 3:04:34  vc with Philza 3:07:00  spider farm afk’ing / lagging Quackity’s computer 3:09:06  smp earth / Phil only logged on to back Techno up 3:10:32  killing George / “I’m gonna drop his armor off don’t jump me” / not fighting Dream 3:13:00  vc with Karl & Phil / Karl definitely not starting a government / “Chat that was the boring part, don’t leave” / 320k / “Why do we keep scheduling these on Monday?” 3:16:18  “I don’t even want to think about how famous Tommy will be in the future” / “I get a tad bitter” / covid is good for youtubers but obviously bad / “I’m so good at socially distancing” 3:19:51  “Aren’t you tired of being nice Philza? Don’t you just wanna go crazy” / “You should be wary of the old in a profession where people die young” / vc with Eret 3:21:47  “What if you built a slightly larger throne next to it?” /  “How are they paranoid of a mole but the guy with a track record of being a traitor gets no questions asked” 3:25:47  “I’m gonna place a block at the bottom & kill you instantly” / reverse mlg /  emerald rich even with Tubbo’s theft 3:27:57  “I’ll allow it” / upstairs chests robbed / Eret disconnects with the book 3:32:04  armor sabotage bc he thought it’d be 1v5 / crystals are mutually assured destruction / Wilbur afraid of tnt getting blown up early 3:34:11  the diary was actually Eret’s / “He’s gonna tell everyone who I have a crush on. Nooo” / reading the 100 page book / “Can I not win here?” “No” 3:40:14  “This stream has released more serotonin in my brain than the last 6 months combined” / revolution was overcrowded / could improve the crater 2:43:09  “Awkward ten minute period where I’m just sitting there watching them set up a new government but I can’t kill them yet” / Carl is missing 3:44:34  “The one time Technoblade is gonna roleplay & they talk over him” / “CARL” / “As long as Sapnap isn’t the one that took him there’ll still be hope” 3:46:10  “Once you start using end crystals it’s the only pvp that matters & end crystal pvp is so lame” / Webtoons 3:49:10  “What’s going to happen to you & WIlbur now?” “I don’t know, I think I’m chill with Wilbur” / “The only thing that changed is my voice. Zero personal growth” / lines from the first speech that got interrupted / “King George is trending booo” 3:52:00  1 million twitter followers / “O god it’s been four hours...I am not built for this” / did a 13 hour stream once / sub growth goals 3:56:30  “What the heck is Phil watching”

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Tommy Lore Recap (April 29)

YES FUCK YES THIS WAS SO GOOD I AM SO HAPPY

Tommy (Breaking Into the Prison to Kill Dream):

Opens black screen white text "today, dream dies". Playing doctor who music (I Am The Doctor by Murray Gold I beleive)

Tommy meets Tubbo Ranboo and Ghostbur in the tower to discuss the plan. None of them are wearing armour (except ghostburs boots).

Ghostbur will go in and Tommy will follow Sam invisibly until they get to the cell where he will kill Dream with the Axe of Peace.

They coach Ghostbur on how to lie to Sam so that he doesn't find out that Tommy is there

"You promise that they're not gonna try to revive Wilbur"-Ghostbur

Tommy keeps asking Tubbo if the plan seems good, and if he has a backup plan. (Totem is the backup plan)

Friend has been moved from where Ranboo put him to beside the tower.

Tommy tells Ghostbur to put all his stuff in a chest and to being Friend to the prison.

Tommy hugs Ranboo and Tommy.

Tommy talks to Ghostbur about how nervous he is before drinking the invis and going to the prison.

They leave friend on the nether side of the protal.

They go through the prison book stuff.

Everything is fine until tommy takes the Axe out to kill dream and Sam sees him

He forces tommy to come back but Ghostbur gets stuck with Dream.

"I'll revive him if you don't let me out"- Dream

Tommy begs Sam to send him over to help Ghostbur but he won't

Dream disappears, logs out then logs back in.

Dream continues to threaten to bring Wilbur back.

Dream kills Ghostbur and Wilbur logs out.

"What have you done Tommy"- Sam

"We're leaving and you're never coming back"- Sam

"You know what Sam you're corrupt"- Tommy

They leave the prison, arguing the whole way, blaming each other, Tommy keeps asking where Ghostbur/Wilbur are.

Sam blames Tommy for all the security problems that have come up.

"Tommyinnit, let me make something clear to you, you are never allowed in this prison again. If I even see you on the grounds of this prison I will take your last canon life and hunt the ghost that remains"- Sam

Tommy takes the lead and cod from Ghostburs chest and brings Friend back through where he meets Tubbo and Ranboo.

He tells Tubbo and Ranboo that "Wilburs back" (even though he has no proof and Wilbur is still logged out)

Wilbur joins the game. When Tommy tabs to check who's on the server you can see Wilbur now has a white streak in his hair.

"Like the Wilbur, like your friend?"- Ranboo

"We are not fucking friends Ranboo"- Tommy

"Everytime I thought he changed, but Wilbur never changes"- Tommy

Tommy deduces that if Wilbur is back he would be in L'manberg, Tommy gets armour from Tubbo and the 3 of them start making their way to L'manberg.

Tommy's tells Ranboo and Tubbo to stay back when they get to him.

They make their way over to the revival area.

Where Wilbur is standing.

"Oh. Hello again."- Wilbur

Wilbur asks if this is real, saying he feels numb.

Tomy tries to drop Wilbur some blue, but he refuses to take it.

Wilbur thinks he is the one who blew it up.

"I have spent 13 and a half years!!!"-Wilbur (referring to the time he has been in the afterlife)

Tommy tries to tell Wilbur that it was Dream and Techno who did this but Wilbur is busy freaking out over being alive.

Wilbur keeps running away from the blue.

"I guess everyone has their own personal limbo. My personal limbo was a train platform"- Wilbur (for Tommy it was just void). (YOUR CITY GAVE ME ASTHMA)

"The last thing I saw was a train pulling in. Two people on it. A desaturated man who looked just like me, his face was steaming with tears. You know who was conducting the train...it was Dream. My hero!"- Wilbur

"I know so much about you Ranboo"- Wilbur (reveals that he is getting Ghostburs memories back)

Wilbur leaves, saying that he has things to do, things to plan.

"The hell did you do"- Ranboo

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Radioactive Ch 3: The Bird and the Worm

Summary: The heroes try and find Logan as they receive help from an unlikely source.

A/N: Title comes from “the Bird and the Worm” by the Used.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

“Where is he?” Abe demanded.

“I don’t know!” Ranboo started to sob from the stress, the instant the tears hit his face they burned his skin, steam visibly coming from his cheeks.

“Abe, stop, out,” Silver ordered.

Still in a fury, Abe left and Silver stayed in the interrogation room with several other heroes.

After Abe had come to and found Logan and Tubbo were gone, the heroes had gone back to talk to Ranboo who agreed to be questioned without an arrest. During that time, the city was rocked by a brief explosion. It was clear to everyone that Ranboo was nowhere near as calculating as his husband.

Outside, in the lobby Patton was trying to look after Michael, who was still in his little pajamas with his chicken plushie and crying.

“Hey, come on, your daddy will be back soon,” Patton tried to promise.

“Hey there Michael,” Ghostbur walked up and Michael hiccuped and stared at Ghostbur with relief.

“Bur!” Michael got up and raced for Ghostbur.

“Oh, don’t cry,” Ghostbur picked Michael up as the young child kept crying. “Boo’ll be back, promise.”

Ghostbur sat down as Michael started snuffling but he seemed to be calming down.

Tommy walked over and just stared at Michael.

“You’re really good with kids,” Patton complimented him.

“I’m really not,” Ghostbur frowned sadly.

“Yeah you’re shit with kids,” Tommy agreed. “You always were.”

“Hey come on, we can’t curse in front of a kid this young,” Patton admonished them.

“This is supposed ta[1] be Tubbo’s kid right?” Tommy was staring at Michael with an expression of loathing and a snarl in his tone.

“Y-Yeah?” Patton braced to get in-between Tommy and Michael.

“Then the little fooker’s[2] already heard it all then, ain’t[3] he?” Tommy decided.

Michael was still hiding in Ghostbur’s jumper, cuddling his little chicken close to his chest.

“Isn’t he just the cutest little thing, Big Man?” Ghostbur smiled.

“Thing? Yeah. Cute? I don’t think so, half its face looks melted off.” Tommy huffed.

“Ehh, like you looked any different, mate. I’m pretty sure Phil just vomited inta[4] trash can an’[5] you popped out.”

The heroes and the cops turned to see Jack Manifold appearing out of thin air as his invisibility potion fizzled out.

“You!” Tommy summoned his axe and got in front of Ghostbur and Michael. “The fook[6] do you want?”

Jack took out a card with a radioactive symbol on it, “I’ve got some hot shit ta[1] tell you.”

At that instant, Jack was jumped by three officers, the card disappearing into thin air in a puff of magic. Ranboo was walking out at the same time and rushed over to Michael to take him back into his arms.

“Boo! Boo!” Michael sobbed, patting Ranboo’s face with a hand.

“I’m back, buddy,” Ranboo buried his face into Michael’s short hair. “Da’s here. We’re going home.”

The instant Jack Manifold was brought into an interrogation room he began talking. He didn’t get into specifics, but he admitted that he was part of Dream’s gang, and that Tubbo was a weapon’s expert. But Tubbo kept all information of how he was building things very close to his chest.

“But,” Jack summoned the card back into his hands, making it disappear when Abe tried to snatch it away. “Tubbo made a mistake, little fooker’s[2] absolutely mad but he made me his back up. Tubbo can’t detonate his new toys without a second keycard.”

“How big a detonation are we e’en[7] talkin’[8] here?” Jackie asked.

Jack shrugged, “Well, don’t know how many ‘a yer demon friends felt that earthquake but Tubbo an’ I detonated one ‘a Tubbo’s new toys way north in Egoton’s haunted forest. Crater’s still there if you wanna check.”[9]

“That was an explosion?” Silver demanded. Bing had already left to check out the northeast forest, finding the cameras and speakers but it took him a couple seconds longer to find the crater. His readings could still detect the fading radioactive isotopes being leached from the air by magic.

“Yeah, we all did,” Jackie answered as Bing was searching. “That was you?”

“Me an’[5] Tubbo,” Jack corrected. “We didn’t e’en expect it ta work an’ I think Tubbo lost his mind. ‘Cause he was just standin’ there laughin’ his arse off like a madman.”[10]

“Where is Tubbo right now?” Abe demanded.

“I reckon he’d be back at the Server, probably still cacklin’[11] like a madman,” Jack sighed.

“Where’s the Server?” Jackie asked.

“I saw the crater,” Bing told them as his nanites reconstructed back into the room. “How big was the payload?”

Jack held up his hands, to show a disc about the length of his hand, “Bout[12] this big.”

“How big was the crater?” Silver asked.

“The size of a house,” Bing reported, showing the images to the others. “I think the bomb was meant ta[1] prioritize damage o’er[13] distance because it was deeper than it was big. Yeh[14] had a lot ‘a[15] pitchblende, what happened ta[1] the rest ‘a[15] it.”

“Used all ‘a[15] it,” Jack shrugged. “Some fer experiments, an’ others fer makin’ the payloads.”[16]

The atmosphere was so thick and heavy one could cut it with a knife.

“How many do you have?” Abe asked.

“We used a good bit ‘a[15] it in tests,,” Jack explained. “Tubbo was already conducted experiments on his own aura before he got his hands on the stuff. After Tubbo got done with those tests we only had about a dinner plate sized amount left an’ a lot ‘a waste we had ta dispose ‘a. But Tubbo took the other two cores we made. Was really paranoid ‘bout someone else havin’ or e’en seeing ‘em.”[17]

“So he can just make two more bombs,” Bing demanded.

“Make ‘em[18]?” Jack chuckled nervously. “He’s already got the cases fer ‘em, an’ the cores. But that fooker can’t detonate ‘em without me.”[19]

Jack summoned the keycard again. “Those two nukes aren’t worth a thing except a scare tactic without my aura. Someone else can take the card an’[5] try ta[1] use it, but unless I’m there it won’t do shit.”

“Okay, so we’ve got time ta[1] find the kid,” Jackie felt a touch of relief. “Yeh[14] said he was at the Server. Where is it? Is it like a safehouse or some kinda[20] base?”

“It’s Dream’s little nightclub,” Jack explained. “He controls who’s allowed inta the Server. He’s got our aura marked with somethin’. No one can physically go inta the place without Dream’s say-so. E’en if I told you all the address: 5485 NE Ralph St. You all couldn’t e’en get in the door without Dream’s permission.”[21]

“You guys took one of our heroes,” Abe commented. “Would he be at the Server too?”

“The thrall in the blue?” Jack asked.

“He’s not a thrall,” Silver defended.

“Sure, whate’er makes it easier fer you ta work with that freak ‘a nature,”[22] Jack shrugged. “I’m not sure, but he might be, Dream wants the legate in his back pocket so he’s probably tryin’[23] ta[1] cut some kinda[20] deal.”

“Well, he took the wrong Side for that,” Abe decided. “We can try and get contact with Logic again, you’ll be in holding until we sort things out.”

“You don’t understand, I want out ‘a[15] the Server, they’re all crazy maniacs.” Jack scoffed. “The worst thing that happens ta[1] me if I go back is I get yelled at by the Captains, an’[5] then Dream slaps me on the wrist with a discorporation.”

“We’ll talk about deals after we get Logic back,” Silver told him. “For now just stay put.”

“That’s better,” Jack scoffed, then chuckled to himself. “So how’s that blowhard Tommy?”

“I fail ta see how that’s any ‘a yer fookin’ concern,”[24] Jackie warned.

“So he’s doin’[25] well then,” Jack chuckled. “So he workin’ with yeh until he can get those discs back, or is he tryin’ ta be subtle fer once in his life?”[26]

“We’re not at liberty to use one of the Coalition’s real names, even if the individual were talking to knows it as well,” Silver warned.

“Geez, sure, whate’er[27], just be careful around Tommy, yeh[14] hear?” Jack warned.

“Why?” Silver ordered.

Jack let out an amused chuckle, “I get it, you heroes love a good sob story. But Tommy’s a fookin’[28] menace. Dream kicked him out fer[29] a reason, mate. You see there’s only one thing Tommy cares about: his dics. Dream has them under lock an’[5] key with some ‘a[5] the rest ‘a[5] our stuff he’s holdin’[30] hostage. Tommy will betray anyone ta[1] get ‘em[18] back: me, Tubbo, Ghostbur, Nikki. He’ll e’en[7] break Phil’s heart.”

“What’s on these dics?” Jackie asked.

“Far as I can tell?” Jack scoffed. “Some fookin’ shite sample music. I think Wilbur an’ Tommy made ‘em together. Tommy’s nuts o’er ‘em. An’ glitches are already territorial as shite. You should have seen Tommy after he figured out Ranboo an’ Tubbo were married, he just about set Ranboo on fire.”[31]

“We figured after the interaction at the warehouse that you and Tubbo had met Big Man and Ghostbur before,” Silver commented.

“Oh yeah, me an’[5],” Jack scoffed, “well, I knew Wilbur. Ghostbur’s a joke. I can’t tell how much ‘a Wilbur is e’en left in there. But I hope it’s nothin’ ‘cause if I e’er see a sliver ‘a him again it’ll be too soon.”[32]

“What do you mean?” Silver asked.

“Ghostbur used to be an empath by the name ‘a[15] Wilbur, you seen the winged demon that’s been goin’[33] around town, Phil?” Jack asked and Silver nodded. “Phil didn’t just split off some tough pieces ‘a[15] shit, he also split off two fookin’[28] maniacs. Wilbur died mad, Tommy is mad. Their whole family’s nuts, so keep yer[34] eyes on ‘em[18].”

Jack kept talking a little bit more before Jackie and Bing went off to the address to see if they would find Logan.

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Accessibility Translations:

1. to

2. fucker’s

3. hasn’t

4. into

5. and

6. fuck

7. even

8. talking

9. Well, don’t know how many of your demon friends felt that earthquake but Tubbo and I detonated one of Tubbo’s new toys way north in Egoton’s haunted forest. Crater’s still there if you wanna check.

10. We didn’t even expect it to work and I think Tubbo lost his mind. Because he was just standing there laughing his ass off like a madman.

11. cackling

12. About

13. over

14. You

15. of

16. Some for experiments, and others for making the payloads.

17. Tubbo was already conducted experiments on his own aura before he got his hands on the stuff. After Tubbo got done with those tests we only had about a dinner plate sized amount left and a lot of waste we had to dispose of. But Tubbo took the other two cores we made. Was really paranoid about someone else having or even seeing them.

18. them

19. He’s already got the cases for them, and the cores. But that fucker can’t detonate them without me.

20. kind of

21. He controls who’s allowed into the Server. He’s got our aura marked with something. No one can physically go into the place without Dream’s say-so. Even if I told you all the address: 5485 NE Ralph St. You all couldn’t even get in the door without Dream’s permission.

22. Sure, whatever makes it easier for you to work with that freak of nature

23. trying

24. I fail to see how that’s any of your fucking concern

25. doing

26. So he working with you until he can get those discs back, or is he trying to be subtle for once in his life?

27. whatever

28. fucking

29. for

30. holding

31. Some fucking shit sample music. I think Wilbur and Tommy made them together. Tommy’s nuts over them. And glitches are already territorial as shit. You should have seen Tommy after he figured out Ranboo and Tubbo were married, he just about set Ranboo on fire.

32. well, I knew Wilbur. Ghostbur’s a joke. I can’t tell how much of Wilbur is even left in there. But I hope it’s nothing because if I ever see a sliver of him again it’ll be too soon.

33. going

34. your

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#5

Y'all remember how in S6 Grian made a Time Machine and after the Hippie arc he destroyed it and it was just. Never mentioned again?

What I'm getting at is: angst AU where in S8 he builds another one and is in a constant time-loop trying to save everyone from the moon and keep them all together. Every time, someone else keeps getting getting left behind, or dies early, or doesn't listen. So he keeps trying, over and over to save them all.

Fun Side-Effects: Since Mumbo took his soul and they share it, even when Grian goes back to the past before that happened he's still soul-split with Mumbo, so Mumbo gets like seriously heavy Deja Vu and flashes of the future.

44 notes • Posted 2021-12-27 18:09:40 GMT

#4

Thinking about how, if Grian hadn't killed Mumbo and Jimmy, they likely would've been together again, as Reds. Impulse had already turned, after all. They could have been together again, 4/5ths of the Southlands, reunited.

But that's the problem with could-haves and maybes -they never happened. And now they never will. And maybe Grian recognizes that, and maybe he hates himself, just a little bit, for the push off the roof, for the swing of his sword.

They could've still been friends.

80 notes • Posted 2021-11-03 04:57:11 GMT

#3

I feel like with the way Schlatt's acting right now, people are forgetting how dangerous the man is. When Wilbur was talking with Tommy from beyond the veil that one time, what did he say about Schlatt? That Schlatt got worse, and that him coming back would be disastrous. (It's been a while since I saw that scene but I think that was the gist of it.)

That's not even mentioning how Schlatt's always been a master manipulator, been two steps ahead of everyone else. When Quackity tried to get him to sign those "divorce papers" that would give him control of the country way back when, what did Schlatt do? He fillibustered and bullshit until he was able to call them out.

Yeah, at the end of his life he degraded quickly, but he's dead now. He's not going to be having those sorts of issues unless he wants to, leading me to believe his current actions are all an act. He's acting like he was near the end of his reign and making people underestimate him, because what can a single drunk stuck underground in a shitty gym do?

The answer? More than you'd think. He's already proven that he's able to leave (leaving Quackity that book), even if his skin feels like it's falling off the entire time. That's dedication, that's determination. Schlatt's kind of a coward, you think he'd do something so painful if he didn't have a plan? Nah, nah. He's up to something. Even if he did lose the bet with Quackity (which I doubt, given Schlatt's acumen with deals and bullshit), he'd figure out a way to come on top.

That's just the kind of man Schlatt is.

103 notes • Posted 2021-03-20 12:29:51 GMT

#2

I've seen posts about the Hermits adopting TommyInnit and posts about the Hermits adopting Dream. But imagine that the Hermits adopt whoever dies in the DreamSMP. So first they take in Schlatt, and he tries to do his usual businessman con-artist thing, but they're all so used to that that Etho just offers him a job at Shad-E-E's. Then Wilbur comes in, and he's hysterical about everything, so just imagining him taking a vacation with Stress or something and just... not worrying any more. Then Tommy arrives and he sees this surprisingly nice land and a better adjusted Wilbur and spends a bit of time with them before being brought back by Dream, and he's... he's happy that the afterlife seems to be so nice for everyone, when their server is so embroiled in war.

136 notes • Posted 2021-03-14 01:09:52 GMT

#1

Y'all ever think about the fact that, as evidenced by the world being torn apart tremendously while the moon's only been torn apart slightly (as evidenced by the moon rock Doc and Ren found we know it is being torn apart, but given that there have been no other moon rocks found it can't be being destroyed that badly), the Roche Limit must be wack as hell?

It's made me think that the "world" the Hermits are on is actually the moon itself while what they think is the "moon" is the real planet they're orbiting. The moon isn't crashing into them -they're crashing into it. I for one, couldn't be more excited.

295 notes • Posted 2021-12-21 20:03:45 GMT

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I haven't seen anyone talk about it but one of my favourite moments during the Red Banquet was after the Quackity reveal when he was monologing and when the Eggpires back was turned he subtley dropped Puffy a netherite axe. I just think its was such an awesome moment and I don't quite know why. It was just neat.

33 notes • Posted 2021-04-26 10:19:31 GMT

#4

With how much Jack Manifold is going on about how he lost everything and how its Tommys fault its made me think about how many times Tommy has lost everything. These are the time I could come up with:

1. When Eret betrayed L'manberg

2. When Dream blew up L'manberg the first time

2.5. When he gave up his disks to get independence (he didnt lose everything but y'know importnat loss and all.

2.5.5 When he lost Henry (again not everything but y'know)

3. When he and Wilbur were exiled from L'manberg

3.5. When he lost Wilbur to his insanity

4. When Wilbur betrayed him blew up L'manberg

5. When Tubbo exiled him from L'manberg

6. When Dream blew up all of his belongings

7. When Dream blew up all of his belongings

8. When Dream blew up all of his belongings

9. When Dream blew up all of his belongings

9.5. (there are quite a few of these so I'll just leave it at 4)

10. When Dream blew up Logsteadshire

11. When Dream, Techno and Phil blew up L'manberg for the third time.

Soooooooooo. Just a thought.

If ive missed any feel free to add.

45 notes • Posted 2021-01-16 17:29:58 GMT

#3

I kinda want Niki and Jacks plan to work tomorrow but hear me out.

So everything goes right, Niki takes Tommy, he gets blown up and dies cannonically for the third time. Niki and Jack are hype. Tubbo is depressed, all standing around his pile of stuff.

And then Tommy appears. 100% fine. VERY confused. Swearing all over the place and grabs all of his stuff. Everyone is in shock. Tubbo asks him how and Tommy just does not know. Jack asks if he want to hell. Tommy says no. He just.... Didnt die. And its a whole mystery.

Until they realise Dream doesnt just have the power to resurrect people from death but also preempt it. Dream was so desperate not to lose Tommy and saw he was on the edge that he gave him extra lives... Just in case.

67 notes • Posted 2021-01-25 20:25:16 GMT

#2

Why do people join the jackbox games if the streams code leaks?? I just don't understand what the point is. Like they are obviously just gonna restart. Do they think they just... won't notice? Or they're just gonna be like 'okay lets just play on stream with this rando who we don't know and who could say anything'? I... I just... I don't understand the point. Y'all are wasting streamers time, chats time and your own.

The utter pointlessness and the entitlement just pisses me off to no end.

169 notes • Posted 2021-02-06 22:54:52 GMT

#1

How is no one talking about when Dream got a donation saying 'i dont know who I'd be without you' and the little shit responded 'to quote tubbo you'd be youself'.

With respect sir.... You're an arsehole (affectionate)

181 notes • Posted 2021-02-10 03:39:10 GMT

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Alivebur Saw Himself As A Villain... For A Reason

btw: suicide tw

SO, hi, hello, you are not ready for all I’m about to say.

The other night I was thinking about why, Alivebur, the character bound to literary devices in the way he was - always referring to Chekhov’s Gun - would see himself as a villain and not like, an anti-hero.

Because blowing up L’Manberg was a bad thing to do, but he saw it as right to avoid more bloodshed: 

“Okay, me and you, we both agree we’re right. We’re in the right here.” - (Wilbur’s video Am I the Villain?: 16:27)

and

“Look, do you know how much blood was shed to get L’Manberg to the point it was at? You know what would happen if we manage to get L’Manberg back again? More blood would be shed, and we would be the illegitimate rulers of a nation.” - (Wilbur’s video Am I the Villain?: 18:52)

So ultimately, in Alivebur’s own unreliable narration of the story, he would surely see himself as the anti-hero, since avoiding another war by blowing up L’Manberg would be a sorta... noble thing to do.

But then I realised, he had to get others to see him as a villain.

Why?

“Tommy, none of us know what we’re doing. We’re fucked, we were fucked the minute we were thrown out.” - (Wilbur’s video Am I the Villain?: 19:39)

Because Alivebur... Alivebur may have wanted to die the second he was exiled.

Just look at how he acted after running. He was speechless, quiet for a long time, he said:

“Tommyinnit, I am a slow burning fuse. I am a long slow burning fuse, but I’m telling you now, over the next couple weeks, I am gonna be a different man than the one JSchlatt crossed. I can feel it.” - (Wilbur’s The Election Results: 52:31, 22nd Sep)

He maintained that he was a bad guy, once he thought Schlatt was doing better for the nation than he had.

“It feels like we’re the bad guys, Tommy. This doesn’t feel correct.” - (Wilbur’s video Am I the Villain?: 15:49)

And the way he says it, suggests that he’s thinking from an outside perspective. 

“Then let’s be the bad guys. Tommy, why not? Why not? Look, our nation’s gone, our nation’s far behind us, Tommy. Let’s blow that motherfucker to smithereens.” - (Wilbur’s video Am I the Villain?: 16:33)

This too ^ it feels like he’s thinking from how others will see this.

And then, this quote got me thinking:

“This isn’t about me, this is about blowing up Manberg, this is about just finishing it. We’ve got this! Look, Tommy, what else do I need to convince you? The festival was a front.” - (Wilbur’s The Festival: 1:15:47, 16th Oct)

It ties all this into a neat bow, because of the ‘This is about just finishing it’. But we know now that finishing it did not just pertain to L’Manberg, it was referring to himself too. 

Finishing it meant himself, and that seems like a priority. Blowing it up. Finishing it.

Alivebur pushed towards being a villain, not only to end L'Manberg, but to end himself....

If everyone hates him for taking away their home, then someone would kill him....

Alivebur knew fine well he wasn't going to survive the 16th of November. It’s clear in the way he acts, constantly telling everyone he’s the traitor, wearing no armour in the battle (which is the opposite to the Independence War where he willingly wears armour for the fight), telling Tommy he was gonna hate him.

But it was blowing up L’Manberg that got him there. As if he couldn’t die until it was gone. And it’s a quote from the festival that really makes this clear: 

“I thought today was gonna be my last time here, honestly. I genuinely, I was considering, blowing up L’Manberg, having a big moment where I’m like looking over the rubble, and I’m like ‘I’ve changed as a person’. But like after this, I am just deeper. I wanna do different, more blowing up things.” (Wilbur’s The Festival: 1:29:34, 16th Oct)

This suggests that if he blew it up during the festival, then he would have died on the 16th of October. 

Because, consider this part of the line: “Having this big moment where I’m looking over the rubble, and I’m like ‘I’ve changed as a person’.”

And what does he do on the 16th of November?

He looks over the rubble, shouting about his unfinished symphony, and throws his sword over to Phil, begging to be killed. If that doesn’t encapsulate having a big moment and knowing he’s changed, I don’t know what does.

He used L’Manberg blowing up, him doing that, to justify his death. Maybe he just... couldn't pick up the sword himself and do it, he needed someone to do it for him.

Perhaps his long burning fuse was metaphorically connected to the TNT that blew up, his suicide.

This also ties in with how Alivebur had connected himself to L’Manberg so fully. It was his ideals, it was what he put himself up to fight for, what he started. Sure, Tommy was there too, but Alivebur lived there from the start, it was his entire life on the SMP, the second he lost that... the second it became as shadow of itself...

That was the second Alivebur decided to be seen as a villain so he could do whatever he wanted and blow it up, killing it so that he could die himself (props to @bryzy-mc for pointing that out to me).

Like he said, he had nothing to lose, and he really didn't, he'd lost everything, even his son! (Since he didn't know he was a spy.)

He knew pressing that button would change everything, would make him that villain he so desperately wanted to be seen as. And the second it happened, was the second he could beg for death, and get it. 

Alivebur is a character who connected his life to literary devices, he knows story telling, he knows the quickest way to get killed off is to do something bad and ask a hero character to kill him... (See Ghostbur calling Phil St George for slaying Alivebur.)

After all, it makes it easier for the other characters and the audience to accept it.

On the 16th of November, we all watched Alivebur carry out his own murder (props to @bryzy-mc again for that), one he had been planning for an entire month. No wonder he looked so happy when he blew up L’Manberg, he knew his idea of ‘peace’ was coming, after all... he says it himself on the 20th of January:

“Ohhhhhhh my god…! I was so free! I was liberated.” - (Tommy’s The Dream SMP Finale: 1:32:30, 20th Jan)

He saw his death as freedom, as being liberated. In the end, he only ever wanted peace, and he turned to dying to achieve that. It wasn’t a good end, nobody ever wants to die, and maybe... if the resurrection goes well, his story can show us that life matters.

Maybe he can find true peace in life, and wouldn't that be hopeful?