#giant!ghostbur

[sheena-yuet]

loved the chained monster fic! can i get some g!dream and t!ghostbur possibly? :0

I think this inbox must have been a month ago lol (I’m so sorry

I’m so glad that you guys like that story a lot! My Frd did a great job on writing! I just do the artwork :3

And here’s g!dream and t!ghostbur. I feel like Dream is so chill with Ghostbur . Like he won’t be mad at him or anything. Just chilling together:3

I just like the vibe both of them just enjoying the moment. Maybe sleeping together something like that~

[tinykween]

BRICK!!!

This is absolutely lovely and amazing BUT THERE BETTER BE A PART TWO OR WE FINNA THROW HANDS!!!

Story idea! Which will contain tiny!tubbo tiny!baby michael and giant!ranboo

Tubbo lives alone in the tundra lands of snowchester with his son Michael, tubbo is known for studying and hunting mythical creatures, but after a harsh snowstorm and lack of food he ventures out one night and ends up meeting one of the mythical creatures he has been desperately searching for.

Noms are up to you, btw

yay no more creative slump! thanks anon :D

i kinda switched this around s little bit but i think it's still alright? i mean i didn't read it but eh

(bonus points if you know what the title's from! :3)

agony drips from me, poisonous remedy

wc: 2505

cw: sfw vore (unwilling prey + miscommunication/no communication), panic

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Call him an idiot, call him insane, call his work useless, but he prefers ‘over it’. Because in the depths of all of his pinned up papers, half-finished sketches littering the floors and a thousand theories blurring his head, he has a son, who’s obvious struggles haven't gone unnoticed from Tubbo, and he is over his weird hobby.

He does try, he keeps up with Micheal’s schedule, making sure he’s clean and well-fed and gets to sleep on time, (Although he can't be positive on that because unless his frenzy has kicked up hallucinations, he’s fairly positive he’s heard Micheal’s muffled snorts from just outside his office.)

Tubbo knew about that. He knew his son was distressed and isolated and tired and curious, yet he still persisted with the thing he couldn't even call work, it was just a hobby he clung onto desperately like it was pumping air into his lungs.

So, the recent storm was rather eye-opening. At the first crack of thunder and blast of lighting, Tubbo found it mildly distracting, while Micheal’s panicked squeals had traveled through the mansion and right to Tubbo's office, where the boy then threw himself at his father, burying his face into Tubbo’s chest with panicked breath. Tubbo had jumped at the contact and shuffled his papers around before scooting back to tend to his son. 

“Hey, hey, it’s just a storm, the thunder can’t hurt us,” Tubbo reassures, rubbing circles into the kid’s back. Micheal squeals as another clap of thunder echoes from the sky and rattles the windows of the office. Micheal’s grip on Tubbo’s vest tightens and he has to suppress the urge to wince under the pressure of his forming claws. “It's just passing over us,” Tubbo says, although he can't be sure about that, the weather has been showing signs of storms all week.

Another flash of lightning leaves Tubbo jumping at the way the windows light up at the streak, just a mile too close for his word to stay true. Presumably having felt Tubbo’s jolt of fear, Micheal sobs a little, still huddling close to his father for comfort. Tubbo sighs, tearing his wary attention away from the window and turning to focus on his papers, bullet points about a deity blurring together even more than usual at his worry. He moves his attention from his work and focuses on his son, still shaking with sobs. A wet spot has formed on his jumper from the kid’s tears, meanwhile Tubbo is stunned at what to say. He’s never been the most emotionally available, or if he was he wasted it all on useless attempts at humor to try and calm down Tommy. 

This was his son, and this was not a laughing matter. He stands, his chair sliding back along the wooden floor with a wince-inducing scrape, to which he ignores and focuses on supporting his son. “We haven't had thunder for a while, so, you know what that means?” Tubbo asks, using old techniques Schlatt had used when Tubbo wouldn't be quiet. 

“What?” Micheal asks, smally, voice broken from his tears. 

Another clap of thunder. Micheal gasps softly at the sound. 

“When there's a clap of thunder, you count the seconds between it, and that's how many miles away it is,” Tubbo informs him, still rubbing along his back as he navigates through the mansion.

The hybrid pulls away from his chest, still secure in Tubbo’s grasp but now facing him eye-to-eye, looking a little suspicious of Tubbo's claim. “Not true?” Micheal inquires. Tubbo cracks a smile and shakes his head.

“It's true! Listen, let's wait for the next one,” he says, heading down the grand staircase to find their way to the family room. 

Micheal’s eyes avert his gaze and instead move beyond him to watch the windows, spirit enlightened. Tubbo finds the lift in demeanor satisfying, though without a problem to worry about he finds his mind traveling back to the creature studies sat in his office. Supposedly considered deity amongst the End and the Nether, and the very last creature he has in an old book of monsters he found as a kid. 

He’s never been so riled up over finding something, but Ranboo proved so important that Tubbo would forget his own son in their time of panic. 

Tubbo plops on the couch, Micheal falling with him, just in time for another clap of thunder. “Alright! One, two, three—” Tubbo is cut off as Micheal takes over.

“Four, five—” Boom! The windows rattle and a few pieces of lopsided furniture shudder. That’s odd. It hadn't been so close before…boom!

Micheal squeals. That was loud. 

“Hey, hey, bossman, you're alright! It's just thunder,” Tubbo says, holding his boy tight while keeping his eyes glued to the pitch-black windows. 

“Too close!” Micheal squeals out, his hybrid coming out in a fit of snorts and whines that make Tubbo’s heart ache. Why did he tell him about the distance method? 

He considers calling Phil, but he doubts his communicator will work in this storm. The loud rush of rain hitting the window becomes apparent to him the more it picks up, rapidly thumping on the glass panes. Micheal’s crying again, his body quivering with every hiccup. 

“Hey, baby, you're okay,” Tubbo whispers. He can't handle this. Boom! “Bud, how about a special trip to old man Phil? I bet he and Techno can help, huh?” He asks, bouncing the hybrid on his knee. All that Michael responds with is a childish sob. 

His heart twists. Tubbo pulls him close, picking the kid up. He can make it to Phil and Techno’s cabin, and then he can just…pick up where he left off with his work. You know, unless he dies. 

Tubbo’s footsteps softly echo around the high ceilings, just barely audible against Micheal’s crying. “We’re going to go out to uncle Techno and old man Phil’s house, alright Micheal? They’ll know what to do,” Tubbo informs, sliding into his shoes and setting the kid down by the door. “Which coat do you want, bossman?”

Micheal hiccups, staring up at Tubbo with confusion in his eyes. For the most part, it goes unnoticed  while he opens up the chest of their jackets and shoes. 

“I don't want storm,” Micheal says, frowning. Tubbo pulls a coat from the chest and pulls it around himself, grabbing another one for extra good measure. He zips the two up then crouches down to eye level with the piglin.

“I know, I know. We just need to get somewhere a little safer, okay? Their houses are more prepared for this,” he lies, knowing full well that while he knows the storm is coming closer, he really was orchestrating this so he could just get some quiet work time, no matter how bad he felt about it. 

Micheal, at the very least, seems to buy it. “Okay…I want red, Techno color!” the piglin says, squealing in delight at his own mention of Technoblade. 

“Ah, what did I expect,” he chuckles, pulling out a red raincoat from the chest and carefully pulling Micheal’s arms through each sleeve, then buttoning it up gently. Micheal flaps his hand as Tubbo pats his chest to let him know he’s ready to go. Tubbo pulls out his wellies, a blue pair to take after Tommy, (Who he’s quite sure took after Ghostbur), then hands them to micheal to fit on. In the end, Tubbo is fighting down his overwhelming guilt of letting Micheal go for the storm. 

He's adorable, already abandoning fear because he looks like his uncles. Techno’s old raincoat almost pools at Micheal’s feet, the faded thing barely fitting yet somehow keeping Micheal in complete bliss.

“You look dapper,” Tubbo compliments, one last time reaching into the chest and grabbing out an umbrella before closing it. “Ready to go visit Philza, bossman?” 

Ultimately, Micheal looks a little uncomfortable at the thought of going out into the storm, although the thunder has been distant recently and Tubbo can tell Micheal has registered that. “I think!” he responds, voice wavering before gaining confidence near the end. 

He smiles shallowly. 

With one arm, Tubbo lifts Micheal up into his hold again, the piglin snorting at the quick movement. He switches the umbrella to the hand holding Micheal and opens the front door, pulling at it until it finally opens with a pop!, leaving him stumbling at the sudden jerk. He keeps it open with his foot and steps out, shielded from the pouring rain under the thin awning. The door slams shut behind him, nearly causing him to drop the umbrella as Micheal jumps at the sound and digs his fingers into Tubbo’s already-sore sides. 

He huffs out his pain and slides open the umbrella, which clicks as it locks. Tubbo raises it above their heads and steps out into the storm. Immediately, the constant stream of rain against the material above their heads pounds in Tubbo’s ears, even as damaged as they are. 

Boom! 

Immediately, Tubbo hears Micheal whisper under his breath: “One, two, three four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten—” Boom! 

“Ten miles is pretty far,” Tubbo comments, trudging through the thin layer of snow that he’d just shoveled earlier today. It mixes into a sludge with the rain, crunching under his boots in a pleasing manner, something to distract him from his desire to study and his worry of making it through the path to Techno’s cabin. It also distracts him from the impending feeling like he’s being watched. 

He tries to convince himself that isn't true, for the most part, even though he does give in with a quick look around his surroundings. The only thing he’s ever met with is the comfort of being alone with just him and his boy. 

Wind laps around them, the thunder and lighting seemingly having passed already, the only applicable features of the storm remaining being the strong rain and the surprisingly strong winds. He can barely see anything, let alone hear anything outside of the wind in his ears, Micheal’s hushed shivers and whimpers, and the rain on the umbrella. All the mobs have taken a rest for the night, thankfully, but it only leaves him in suspense. 

Who had eyes on him if not a zombie or a Creeper? 

Who was watching him from above, threatening the security of him and his son?

About halfway through the forest to Techno’s cabin, he pauses at the sound of something shuffling. Micheal hums at the motion, his attention also caught on the noise. Perhaps he would've passed it off as a victim of the storm, but it seemed too orchestrated, like something running into a bush. He tries putting it behind him, whispering a reassurance to both himself and the boy. 

Tubbo makes it two steps before there's another rustle. Now, he stops. Full-fledged freezes, subconsciously holding Micheal a little closer. His grip on the umbrella handle tightens until his knuckles run pale, spinning around against the wind to look around. 

The hue of something red and green catches his eye. Too large to be anyone's communicator or any of the server’s eyes. Too vibrant for a coat or anything of the sorts, too colorful for an animal, no, this was the watchful gaze of Ranboo.

It fit the description of their eyes, the giant creature often hunched low to the forest floor, said to be a nod to their connection with the Nether. 

Tubbo can’t help the excitement that flares up against the fear. Ranboo was feet from him. He has been searching for so long—he finally can care about his son the way he needed to. 

“Papa?” Micheal inquires, presumably noticing the way Tubbo has stopped in his tracks again. 

Tubbo shushes the piglin. “Hold on for a second, bud,” he says, hiking up the kid before he slips out of his hold. Micheal seems to relax, resting his head on Tubbo’s shoulder while he waits. 

Meanwhile, Tubbo stands, staring at the vibrant eyes in the foliage ahead.  

“Ranboo,” he whispers. The eyes lift up a bit, like the mention of their name intrigued them. Tubbo’s spirit lightens immensely. 

A crack of lightning charges through the sky, lighting it up enough for him to make out a rough outline of the crouching monster. “Woah..yeah, that's you, Ranboo!” He says slowly, more of a reassurance to himself than anything. 

“You're Ranboo, right?” Tubbo calls out to the forest. The eyes disappear for a moment before reappearing as the creature blinks. 

There's a small vwoop! that echoes through the forest. Micheal perks up at that, turning his head in the direction of Ranboo. Against his fingertips, even through the raincoat, Tubbo's feels as Micheal tenses up. 

“What's that?!” the kid demands, fear inflicted in his voice. His pink fur has risen at the fear he emits, which Tubbo can practically taste. 

“It's nothing to be afraid of, just an important thing I've been looking for,” he informs the kid. Micheal doesn't seem to relax. 

Ranvoo releases another vwoop! which is shadowed with a glk! that echoes from their throat. 

Suddenly, a thick tail with a furry, split-colored end is extending from the forest and into the clearing, rising high above them before, strangely calculatedly, wraps around Micheal’s small form, somehow breaking the boy's contact with Tubbo. Micheal squeals at it, crying out for his dad. Before he has the time to react, Micheal is plucked from his grasp and swept up in Ranboo's tail, becoming a speck of pink amongst a sea of black and white. 

“Hey! What the fuck?!” Tubbo yells, immediately dropping the umbrella to run after the retracting tail. The rain pours into him immediately, wind rushing in his ears and pushing sjsjdnf him as he trails after quickly. He stumbles over his feet, ankles rolling at his attempts to stay sturdy in snow. 

Tubbo can just barely hear Micheal’s panicked squeals and snorts. Tubbo approaches the forest, quickly behind the tail as he runs uselessly towards his son. “Ran-Ranboo! Sir–um, oh my god, surely you doing need to do that!” Tubbo tries, watching from the shadows as Micheal’s lifted effortlessly into Ranboo's two-finger hood, dangling him in open air, infuriatingly oblivious to his panic and sobs. 

Tubbo’s heart sinks when he watches through another volt of lightning as his son is drawn to Ranboo’s open maw, a fit of sobs and garbled calls for his dad and screams to stop. 

Immediately, he runs closer to the giant, who’s still crouched over the clearing. 

“Oh god, oh my god, what the—RANBOO!” Tubbo yells, hands cupped over his mouth desperately. Rain pours down into him as he runs, causing him to stumble in the mud. As he approaches, he realizes quickly he  can barely reach the edge of Ranboo's leg despite his immediate attempts to jump at it, and at another clap of thunder and bolt of lightning, he’s craning his neck in horror as he watches a lump in the deity’s throat travel down. 

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[mysterious-gizem]

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Welcome to my blog ^w^

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Chained Monster

Giant!Dream, Tiny!Techno, Tiny!Philza, Tiny!Quackity, Tiny!Awesamdude.

Warning/s: (???)

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A God With No Control

Sizeshifter!Dream, Tiny!Techno.

Warning/s: Mentions of Abuse, Cringe(/hj)

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Blue or Black?

Sizeshifter!Dream, Tiny!Ghostbur, Tiny!Awesamdude.

Warning/s: (???)

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The Decimate of Human's

Sizeshifter!Dream, Tiny!George, Tiny!Sapnap.

Warning/s: (???)

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You Cry, I Die

Giant!Dream, Borrower!Sapnap.

Warning/s: (???)

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Sacrificed || Part One

Giant!Dream, Giant!Badboyhalo, Tiny!Quackity, Tiny!George, Tiny!Sapnap.

Sacrificed || Part Two

Sacrificed || Part Three

Warning/s: (???)

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Sticky Situation

Giant!Tubbo, Borrower!Ranboo.

Warning/s: (???)

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A Forced Revelation

Borrower!Dream, Borrower!Sapnap, Borrower!George.

Warning/s: (???)

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A Pixie, and A Human

Tiny!Tommy, Giant!Wilbur.

Warning/s: (???)

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Odd One Out || Part One

Odd One Out || Part Two

Giant!Dream, Tiny!Sapnap, Tiny!Puffy, Tiny!Bad, Tiny!Schlatt.

Warning/s: (???)

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Curious Creature

Giant!Dream, Tiny!Sapnap, Tiny!Karl.

Warning/s: (???)

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Hectic Housemates

Giant!Quackity, Giant!Dream, Giant!George, Borrower!Sapnap, Borrower!Karl.

Warning/s: (???)

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Tiny Mages', Big Mistake

Giant!Dream, Tiny!George.

Warning/s: (???)

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Trading Places

Giant!Quackity, Giant!Sapnap, Borrower!Karl.

Warning/s: (???)

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Unexpected Encounter

Giant!Philza, Giant!Techno, Borrower!Tommy.

Warning/s: (???)

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I Can't Patch You Up...

DragonHybrid!Dream.

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Quit Pretending Idiot

God!Dream.

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[calamari-minecraft-corner]

Hey I'm sorry if you already got an ask like this from me, my tumblr was glitching the fuck out so idk if it sent or not

But I really want to know more about that god version of Niki you mentioned, Nemesis if you have thoughts to share

Also, does every canon smp menber have a "god version"/god inspired by them?

Yes I got your ask about it! :3 and oh god I’m so excited and terrified that you want to know more bc it was an old concept back then (like 2021-2022ish I believe)? But the main concept was that there was a main pantheon that contained of XD who was the most powerful, followed by one based off of Ghostbur, one based off of Techno (The Blood God), one based off of Schlatt, one based off of Philza, and one based off of Fundy!

And then there were the minor gods consisted of gods based off of Sapnap (aka Niko), George, Tubbo, Tommy, Ranboo, Karl (Karl is a very complicated one), Quackity, Sam, Punz, Niki, Eret, Puffy, Hannah, Skeppy, Bad, and Revivebur. (Mumza is also there but she’s- she’s the same boat as XD uwu)

They all had different things of what they were under but I honestly forgot since.. 2021-2022 was really rough and I was in a bad situation during that time and I forgot to write them down.

But with Niki she’s very simple- Nemesis is the goddess of revenge! She helps people by making sure anyone’s revenge goes in their favor no matter what, whether it be short term or long term! She holds a lot of grudges especially towards XD and the Revivebur god (named Reverent). She also makes sure any mortal at some point who has slighted her knows her wrath- but in a way where like someone takes revenge on them. Shes usually very sweet and caring, but she gets intense sometimes with what she does. She also summons delicious pastries and baked goods to people, and people are expected to bake something for her as An offering since revenge is sweet after all!

And now for context of her in the dnd con au:

Nemesis isn’t a god in this au, like how Niko isn’t. She is a Leviathan basically that takes form of a giant siren monster. She lives in the ocean and takes care of her kin which are mermaids and other sirens. She is very territorial and was there ever since the entire world was created. She used to be open and caring but over time she became cold and filled with a grudge against the people in the continent. Many people tried to and failed to convince her, and the only way to make sure you get past her area is that you have to sacrifice people into the ocean so her kin can eat.

She actually has a soft spot for dnd!puffy- since Puffy always visits her and she knows she wouldn’t hurt her like others had. But it doesn’t stop her from doing what she needs to do. But the party try and talk to her to help with what she’s doing at some point and that’s fun!

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it’s not the customizing merch thing i have planned <- that will also be a nightmare bc i have to line it and do zippers and i don’t have a sewing machine, hand stitching baby

i’ll dm u photos on discord

i am hand making clothing based on ghostbur 😭 it is 4 30 am

WHY R WE ALL AWAKE RN there’s something in the air

[steppingstonesuniverseguide]

My Favorite Quotes From OMSOOTP Chapter 6

He was young. Way, way too young. Wilbur had thought… he’d assumed he’d been some sort of mentor or something to Clinanthium which was why he wanted to trade. A parent had even briefly crossed his mind with how protective he’d seemed to be, but there was no way this kid was old enough to be a father. He looked like he couldn’t even grow facial hair. He was overly pale and had deep set bags under his eyes. His eyes were glossy, and he had obviously been crying in the car, apparently silently. Wilbur didn’t even know he knew how to do anything silently. He also looked fucking terrified.

It, of course, has to be this part. The famous Wilbur-has-a-moral-crisis-because-that-is-a-child internal monologue. Of course, we now know that there is more to seeing Tommy’s crying face than just a sudden moral turnaround about him being young. Ghostbur may be hiding things from Wilbur, but they are the same person. The distaste for seeing someone he cares about distressed even if he doesn’t know the source of the emotions is strong and confusing.

Also, it’s about 1.5 seconds before Ghostbur does the mental equivalent of hitting Wilbur in the back of the head with a giant mallet, and I just imagine him standing ominously behind him holding said mallet threateningly right about now.

[chill-mcyt-art-reblogs]

Okay, so in light of all the DSMP play talk, I decided to release the ideas that @rwggrace2 and I worked up a few months ago. To add some silly ideas to the serious, awesome ones going around.

Also, these were part of a conversation so the formatting is a little weird and there are some contridictions. sorry.

"The original cast doesn't actually do the acting except that Tubbo plays himself, but they're all consulting. We only cover the L'manburg arc for time but sequals are in the works. Each actor is also required to fill out a questionaire to make sure they understand their assigned character

The stage is a completely black and bare parkour set around the edges, and a very wide open space in the middle. There are a lot of lightweight black blocks and six bins of assorted props lined up against the back. The cast themselves is in charge of staging scenes and yes I absolutely want and expect props to get horribly mixed up. Aside from iconic moments there are no scripted lines.

It's chaos, it's madness. We reference Sad-ist, Derivakat, Passerine, WolfytheWitch, and other key figures in the fandom. Everyon's costumes are homemade based on the most popular fandom interpretation. Sally appears once and she's played by a normal woman in a salmon costume. 

Someone keeps shedding feathers halfway through and due to the bleeding black paint on the props no one can tell if it's Quackity or Philza. Jump in the Cadillac is added because we will never let cc!Tommy forget. Dream's mask has no eyeholes and everyone else has to position him correctly for scenes. Mumza is there but the only thing she does is sit at the top of the set and eat popcorn.

All of the props are foam, life-sized version of pixalated minecraft tools. For drug van scenes there are twenty bags of flour and a giant book that reads "PEOPLE THAT OWE ME (FOR DRUGS) (THAT I SOLD THEM)"

There is a post-curtain call scene where Ranboo shows up on the stage reading a sign overhead and say "the Dream SMP... well, it can't be that bad." 

Unlike in most real-life productions, being careful around the props and costumes is discouraged. The same costumes are used in the seuel production with no repair. We let Tommy's costume reenact Cast Away to prepare it for it's role in Exile. The venue is a defunct theatre that is rumored to be haunted. It needs to be haunted because Ghostbur will be played by an actual ghost.

To add behind the scenes tension, there will be actual audience voting during the president arc. It's tense because if the audience votes for something other than what happened in the story then the actors have to come up with a reason on the spot for why Schlatt wins anyway.

Besides Jump in the Cadillac, there is one (1) fully choreographed musical theatre moment with a song written by Derivakat and Lin Manuel Miranda (whom we have kidnapped). This musical moment must come at the absolutely most random time in the middle.

At one point during the presidential election George will simply walk off and climb up to a bed placed on a ledge in the set, where he remains for the reminder of the play.

For the opening of the sequel Tommy and Ranboo actually set a house on fire, but for safety and humor reasons it's a small dollhouse. As such George is now a dollhouse doll acted with by the human actor George in a fully black costume. Logstedshire is a taped-off square at the far right of the stage that contains toy version of the cabin, Trnet, Mushroom Henry, and later the tower is built out of LEGOs. The ocean is a baby pool.

The thing is, everyone is expected to give a heart-wrenching performance. Quote me on this but everyone must me "if it was heard in a radio production the audience would be SOBBING."

We play through to the stream where Tommy tells Wilbur what happened in Exile only so when that happens Dream is then played by an anteater. It's a symbolic move to show that Dream is no longer Wilbur's hero. The Egg is a plastic easter egg hidden in one corner.

All of the non-player children are played by stuffed animals. And all the voices for the stuffed animals are done by the parent actors.

Oh and also Charlie Slimcicle is played by the actial Charlie. Mainly because I don't think anyone else could do it like him. He has the most elaborate costume to really play into the slime aesthetic, and it's the only one that is actually treated like a proper stage costume.

The Doomsday scene is a play-by-play of WolfytheWitch's animatic, and it's the token musical scene completely with real dogs.

There is a trained crow to be Brian."

[metfell]

I, person who knows fuck all about bedrockverse except for what mutuals say, touch the ground: something happened here... well I'm happy for yall, or sorry that happened, or both from the looks of it

scroll down on the blog holly just solo-wrote a giant thread, basically a wholeass fic, on cwilbur and ghostbur its amazing

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

What's your favorite kind of car?

Do you like video games? Which is your favorite genre? Specific favorite game?

Favorite dog breed?

What's your morning routine?

Favorite writing space?

Best fictional character of all time?

You have a microphone that makes you heard around the world. You can say one thing. What will you say?

Okay, I honestly don’t… care much, for cars. They’re just meh to me. I like bikes better :D

I used to play Mario Galaxy and Mario Kart and Super Mario Bros Wii alllll the time when I was little, and to this day they’re still incredibly nostalgic and hold a lot of good memories. I think I was… six, when I played Mario Galaxy for the first time. My dad played Mario and I played the little player two star—it was freaking awesome, and always something I looked forward to. One of my favorite things to do was collect star-bits for my dad, and freeze enemies. It was just… awesome. So much fun.

However, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve liked video games less and less. My brother is the video game guy, and he is a hekkin nerd about it XD

I don’t really play any video games now, and haven’t played any for years, BUT! Zelda Breath Of The Wild has amazing cutscenes and a great story and ZELDA IS VERY LIKABLE and LINK OH MY GOSH LINK MY BELOVED!!! HE EATS ROCKS FOR FUN!!!

I went through a phase a year or two ago where me and my sister came up with loads of fanfic ideas for BOTW, and I still want to write them!! I think it’d be really fun! I’m just preoccupied with DSMP at the moment :)

So long story short, I’m not a video game person, but I really really like BOTW for the story (and also Tears Of The Kingdom).

Favorite dog breed oh goshhhh

I love golden retrievers (special dogs, and also the same breed as Shadow from Homeward Bound, which is my Most Nostalgic Movie and I need to see it again) and I also like golden doodles (same breed as my dog Ginger <3) and I also like german shepherds (really cool dogs they look so awesome) and I also like great pyrenees (giant fluffy darlings the lot of them and they protect sheep)

But I also really really like wolves :D

I don’t have much of a morning routine, to be perfectly honest; I’m a night owl, and mornings haven’t ever been my thing 😅

I guess they’re… chill? I don’t know, not much happens. I don’t even eat breakfast, most of the time.

FAVORITE WRITING SPACE I LIKE THIS QUESTION!!! Okay, so until just a couple months ago, I didn’t have much of a writing space. If I wanted to write, I usually wrote on a very uncomfortable chair in the living room, or sometimes in my bed.

But at the start of this year, I (somehow) got into a writing routine; every day at 8-8:45pm, I’ll sit down at the tiny table in the kitchen, where I stay until 10pm. It’s been my writing place for a while now, and it’s gotten to the point where I feel wrong when I write anywhere else 😅

So definitely that! Actually here’s a picture:

Now you get to read part of my romance story ajsgajsvjav I honestly had No Idea what I was doing as I wrote it

I can and have written other places—a park bench, a cabin, the notes app on my phone—but I much prefer the kitchen table!

Best. Fictional. Character. Oh boy. Deathy. I will probably ramble. Oh boy.

I gotta start with Ghostbur, of course. My beloved, the ghost of all time, lover of the color blue and sheep, Innocent, weirdly relatable, wearer of yellow sweaters… the perfect guy <3

The way cc!Wilbur treated him is criminal. cc!Wilbur needs to be tried for his crimes and found guilty of malicious intent, murder, enjoyment in other’s sufferings, and Far More.

AND THE FANDOM!!! DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE FREAKING FANDOM!!! People either see Ghostbur as an overgrown toddler who can’t understand anything, or they see him as this strange mystical Being who is serious all the time and never smiles and is always sad and depressed.

Neither are true! Stop it! It’s annoying and terrible! Freaking stop!

Ghostbur didn’t deserve what happened to him, and he doesn’t deserve the awful fandom interpretations.

Ghostbur deserves the whole world, and all the sheep in the world, and the softest sweaters imaginable <333

I also really really like Wilbur, Tommy, Tech, and Maul :D

Oooh… hm. That’s a tough one.

I think I’d say…

GOSH DEATHY THIS IS HARD!!!

I’d want to say something about Christianity, but there’s so much to say, and I’d want to make sure people understood and didn’t get confused, and I wouldn’t want to say the wrong thing and give people wrong assumptions.

Oooh… maybe I’d share some of my story, like when I dealt with doubts about my faith. That might help people. Oooh :0

Thank you soooo much, Deathy!! This was quite fun to answer :D

[atomickittenland]

ghost material

I've had a fic kind of bouncing around my head it revolves around the different ghosts of the dream SMP. There's ghostbur glatt and ghostboo as well as ghostinit. And Jack manifold the ghost

basically, in this world goes to the product of characters who died a particularly tragic death and the substance they produce is directly based on the emotion that essentially plagued them their life. The substances are method of relieving and preventing the issues that harmed them while they were alive. It's giving the living what they cannot have

sounds pretty angsty the fic is not because my brain works purely on crack fics

ghostbur makes blue which he cries it removed sadness. You know the drill

glatt makes black essentially drools it. It removes hate and bitterness. It's essentially a calming. See the light sort of thing. It's hard to explain

ghostboo makes purple which he bleeds from the giant gaping hole in the middle with chest it helps with fear

Jack manifold the ghost makes red a clay like substance that helps remove anger

I'm not sure what ghostinit should make you tell me

The personalities are essentially opposite to whatever they're living counterpart was

the first part of the fic is essentially about glatt and ghostboo trying to revive the other ghosts

preferably without murdering their living counterparts though that is their plan Z

glatt and ghostbur are dating

The second part of the fic is essentially them working with puffy to create a sort of a therapy office now with medication because God knows everyone else here needs it

it also has found family elements

I will need help on like the kinds of trauma. All the different members of the dream SMP have because I can't keep track of it all. So I expect all the different sympathizers not to be confused with apologists to tell me the kind of therapy the different characters need

[brick-a-doodle-do]

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FAIR WARNING: I DONT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IM DOING IN TERMS OF MY UNFINISHED FICS/IDEAS/AUS AND ALSO ALL THE DRAMA............JUST LET ME HOVER FOR A LITTLE BIT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

my turn !!

(nqviiez -> brick-a-doodle-do)

[ my ao3 // taglist request ]

/// i am brick. a very sentient brick. perhaps an ickadodo even. she/her pronouns with no label on my sexuality (prolly greyromantic) !! i also write. a lot. but despite this it is very hard for me to be able to finish a full fic. i have a creative mind and a piss-poor attention span and the two do not mix ,,,,,

g/t and vore (sometimes; sfw) are my bitches. sprinkle it with angst? my cup of tea! if you don't like any of that, you're still welcome here but just be mindful of my interests!

pretty fluid with the people that interact with me, but if you are a nsfw-specific account dni as i am a minor :) also basic criteria such as people supporting racism, homophobia, etc., please dni!

also fyi please tag me in things you want me to see! my tumblr notifications are off and usually i only go blog-surfing every once in a while and rely on my dash so i don't get notified for a lot of stuff until quite a bit later! :)

NOW, into the funner stuff! (lots under cut)

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big aus !!

something's brewing ;; tagged #something's brewing au, #curiosity killed the cat

what is it?: an au where an over-curious tommy stumbles into the house of a giant wilbur, who immediately captures him into a jar. who's in it?: crimeboys centric. that will change. have i written for this?: yes! i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi (vore) + voreshot

wilbur chocolate ;; tagged #wilbur chocolate au

what is it?: an au where tommy, a human, is living in new york for the month on vacation and buys a bag of wilbur chocolates. to his surprise, when he opens it, he finds a tiny wilbur! who's in it?: the au focuses on crimeboys but will eventually introduce emduo! have i written for this?: yes! part 1, part 2, and part 3 any worldbuilding?: masterpost!

tiny workers ;; tagged #tiny workers au

what is it?: an au set in a size-difference themed theme park, where it explores the interactions between the borrower staff members and the surrounding humans who's in it?: the au focuses around sbi and dtqk most often, but the entirety of the dream smp + other ccs and people are featured! have i written for this?: yes! chapter one, x, x any worldbuilding?: yes! so much! the masterpost is here

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random ideas !!

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other fics !! (unmentioned ones)

oneshots !

dream smp

company and repairs i ;; t!tallerduo, g!bedrockbros company and repairs ii ;; t!tallerduo, g!bedrockbros

ghosts are better than humans ;; t!tommy, g!ghostbur ;; a gift

2022 summer exchange ;; t!george, t!karlnapity, g!dream ;; a gift

spy au: unofficial prologue ;; t!george, g!dream ;; ⚠️ vore

i'll run away and hide with you ;; t!tommy, g!phil

never fucking again ;; t!tommy, g!sapnap

oh george~ ;; t!george, g!dream ;; ⚠️ vore

meeting boo ;; t!tubbo, g!ranboo

don't fall ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; not my au/fanfiction of fanfiction

the act of making noise (i) ;; t!tommy, t!techno, g!ranboo, g!wilbur

heavy is the head that gets no sleep ;; t!tommy, g!dream ;; ⚠️ vore

2022 secret santa ;; t!sam, g/mg!dream ;; a gift

hush ;; sizeshifter!tommy, g!wilbur, implied g!phil

still the wild winds blow ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; ⚠️ vore

we will abide ;; t!karlity, g!sapnap ;; ⚠️ vore

feeble disguise ;; t!clingyduo, g!ranboo ;; ⚠️ vore

would you be so kind? ;; t!tommy, g!ghostbur

joy ride ;; t!wilbur, g!quackity, g!schlatt

off switch ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; not my au!

april prompt ;; t!tommy, no defined g!

shroud, you...savior? ;; t!wilbur, g!tommy ;; rewritten/updated fic

close the windows, lock the doors ;; t!ghostboo, g!tubbo

you live life above me ;; t!sapnap, g!dream ;; short prompt series!

blinded by imperfect form ;; t!tommy, g!techno ;; short prompts series!

i'll be unclean, i'll be obscene ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; short prompt series!

don't talk so much ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; short prompt series! ;; tiny workers au

days of which you can't make me hate ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; tiny workers au

but the smoke clears when you're around ;; t!techno, g!dream

the feeling comes so quickly ;; t!ranboo, g!techno, (brief) g!wilbur

my fingers pressed until they're sore ;; t!dream, g!sapnap ;; short prompt series!

and though it's no improvement ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; ⚠️ vore

agony drips from me ;; t!micheal, t!tubbo, g!ranboo ;; ⚠️ vore

digestion ;; t!george, g!dream ;; short prompt series

every day's a test ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; short prompt series/april prompts

you're stuck in the web ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; ⚠️ vore

watcher

mere monstrosity ;; t!shane, g!ryan

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submitted through other blogs !

shroud, you...savior? ;; t!wilbur, g!tommy

the little things: written ;; t!tommy, g!wilbur ;; not my au

unnamed ;; t!karl, g!sapnap ;; ⚠️ vore

unnamed ;; t!tubbo, g!ranboo ;; ⚠️ vore

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other stuff !!

my art !

tightrope ;; t!wilbur, no defined g!

hamster wheel ;; t!wilbur, implied g!tommy

au hint ;; implied t!george, implied g!dream ;; barely art

paperclips from 1970 doodle ;; t!george, implied g!dream

more pf1970 doodles ;; t!george, implied g!dream

tw!tommy doodle ;; t!tommy

tinies & fruit ;; t!tommy, t!quackity, t!wilbur, implied g!tommy

fic scene ;; t!tommy, implied g!wilbur ;; fic link

broodles ;; implied t!ranboo, unmentioned t!tommy and g!wilbur, personal lore implied g!quackity and t!wilbur

irza attempt ;; not my au!

hittin' a jig ;; t!tommy, implied g!wilbur

sleeping (they hate each other) ;; t!tommy, g!techno

unwilling prey + nomf ;; t!techno, g!dream ;; ⚠️ implied/eventual vore

grabbing ;; t!dream, implied g!wilbur

homemade sweaters ;; t!quackity, t!niki, t!sapnap, t!george, t!ponk, t!tommy, t!sam, t!wilbur, g!dream

logsted painting

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fanart ! (if i am missing any PLEASE tell me pspspsps)

company and repairs scene ;; t!tallerduo, g!bedrockbros ;; (@.oh-i-need-a-name)

curiositybur ;; t!wilbur, implied g!tommy ;; (@.local-squishmallow)

fic-turned-comic ;; t!karl, g!sapnap ;; ⚠️ vore ;; (@.local-squishmallow)

close the windows fanart ;; t!ghostboo, g!tubbo ;; (@.justarandomsloth)

more ctwltd fanart ;; t!ghostboo, g!tubbo ;; (@.justarandomsloth)

tiny workers fanart ;; t!tommy, no defined g! (@.justarandomsloth)

c!brick fanart ;; (@.da3dm) ;; + additional accessory

more c!brick fanart ;; (@.beckyu)

pixie dust and mischief fanart ;; t!tommy (@.smiles-for-anon)

my secret santa 2023! ;; g!wilbur, t!tommy (x-monochrome-x)

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have a brick for making it to the bottom 🧱

[criesinmultifandommess]

Song List for DSMP

Serious shii

"Brother", Kodaline; L'Manberg vs Greater Dream SMP or any of the groups

"The Greatest Show", The Greatest Showman; winning the war

"Pompeii", Bastille/"Istanbul (Not Constantinople)", They Might Be Giants; L'Manberg to Manberg

"Help", Pink Guy; Tommy's exile or Ghostbur

"Older", Ben Platt; Tommy and Tubbo

"Last Midnight", Into The Woods; revolving between Techno, Dream, and WIlbur at the end of the Manberg vs. Pogtopia war

“Hell To Your Doorstep” from The Count of Monte Cristo with Villain Wilbur during the Festival

“I Know Those Eyes/This Man Is Dead” from The Count of Monte Cristo; George x Dream

“Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga cover by Halestorm

Band dream team performing this

Instrumental Hallelujah but with L’Manburg’s anthem in the subtitles

Your City Gave Me Asthma: Losing Face or Your Sister Was Right for Dream SMP/Wilbur’s insanity arc

“I Am Not A Robot” by MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS

You Are My Sunshine cover by The Phantoms (Wilbur Insanity arc;

child’s voice:

You are my sunshine-Tommy

You make me happy-young Fundy

You’ll never know dear-Niki

Please don’t take-Tubbo)

“Bird song” by Florence and the Machine but make it Wilbur/Fundy/Eret

“Seventeen (reprise)” from Heathers

After Wilbur blows up L’Manberg

Tommy as Veronica and Tubbo as Martha

“Fight for Me” from Heathers

George as Veronica

Dream as JD

Dream fighting Techno

“Creep” by Radiohead Book of Life Cover with Wilbur singing

“I’m Not Famous” by AJR for Drem

“Victorious” by Panic! at the Disco for Dream

“Roadtrip” by Dream except its DSMP lolol

“What a Wonderful World” by Kina Grannis; Wilbur reminiscing the past before blowing up L’Manburg

“you should see me in a crown” by Billie Eillish for all the villains

Lol meme shii

“Me Too” by Megan Trainor but Dream lol

“Gay or European” with Dreamnofound

“art is dead.” but make it Wilbur

edit: ……there are a lot of Wilbur and Dream songs……….

[mysterious-gizem]

Which story should I make a part 2?

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You Cry, I Die || Giant!Dream, Borrower!Sapnap.

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The Decimate of Human's || Sizeshifter!Dream, Tiny!George, Tiny!Sapnap.

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Blue or Black? || Sizeshifter!Dream, Tiny!Ghostbur, Tiny!Awesamdude.

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Sacrificed || Giant!Dream, Tiny!George, Tiny!Sapnap, Tiny!Quackity.

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Comment or Reblog to vote <3

[hermitcrossovers]

me and jer were accidently working on this at the same time so you get a double feature! @kirbee-hd

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cold. cold. cold. it is all he can feel. his bones are shards of black ice and veins pumping liquid nitrogen into his heart. eyes fixated to screen of arrival times, waiting. for what he doesn't know.

the subway doors hiss open, it is not the one he is waiting for. he ignores it. the smoke that fills the corners of the station start to take on a neon green hue. clinking of chains fills the air.

ghostbur turns to face his visitor with a bright false smile on his face hoping that it will lessen the blue tears dripping down his face.

"howdy y'all, beetleJhost recording live from nashville, tennessee! i have been requested by forces beyond our plane to assist you with escaping your mortal chains." the visitor's voice booms out, echoing against the empty walls of the station.

ghostbur takes a step back, his back now flush with the wall, "i apologize but i can not come with you. I am waiting for someone to arrive."

bettleJhost takes a step out of the subway car advancing towards ghostbur's trembling figure, chains rattling to a tune unheard (its jort storm), "you can wait for your person any where in the worlds, they will come and find you." taking his hands to pull ghostbur away from the wall and into the subway car.

"we are also on a five-minute deadline so if you could freak out on the train that would be great." the subway car transforming into an old-school train car complete with velvet lined bench seats.

the door slid closed behind the two, ghostbur flinching at the loud sound, "wait, wait! stop the train. i need to go back!"

beetleJhost's neon green eyes shined under the flickering candlelight that lit up the train, "you must move on, your person will come in due time. now, you just have to see what my counterpart is building. it'll make you feel better after a few rounds in that giant human pinball machine of his."

ghostbur could only nod in shocked confusion.

-mod tides

I remember brainstorming with @12u3ie about the hypothetical duo of BeetleJhost and Ghostbur years ago on Wattpad. You got any thoughts on that?

I feel like neither of them could play straightman, making for increasingly greater shenanigans, then something random happens and they go back to a normal level and build back up again. A neverending cycle.

-Mod Jer

[ghostan0n]

A place to sleep.

I need soft. @oh-i-need-a-name here

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A group of five sat around a soft glowing fire. They didn't quite know where they were, tucked away under the dark dark trees overhead. It's not as though the two children seemed bothered, running in circles to try catching each other.

"So. Any clue where we are?" The shortest, a well short hybrid names Tubbo questioned his friend in blue. The friend is named Tommy, who seemed irritated with the paper in his hands. "None at all! This is fu-" The moth hybrid was quickly shut down by a much taller being, whose tails snap at the insects that flutter about.

"Tommy! There's kids around!" Their name is Ranboo. The two kids, Michael and Shroud, payed the adults little mind though. "Oh they've heard it before!" Tommy protested loudly, almost dropping the map he brought. The trio of adults weren't actually adults though, just three older teens doing their best to survive. Tommy has family, they just had... History. Tubbo used to have a dad. Ranboo had none at all, aside from a lady named Niki who was his adopted sister. The three were simply married for taxes and such to help get by.

Inevitably the boys became tired. Michael choosing to curl into Tubbo's fluffy coat to warm himself up. Shroud wiggled his way into the blue sweater of Tommy, pressing into his chest to rest. "We can try tommorow.." Ranboo whispered softly to his companions. Tommy only groaned, hugging around himself and his son to keep them both warm. Tubbo was quick to rest beside him, forming a cuddle pile which he promptly dragged Ranboo to sleep in as well. "Yeah, that means we ALL sleep big man. C'mon, lie down or something."

They fall asleep into their own comforting dreams, despite how cold the air around them were. The fire would soon go out and soon, they'd sleep in the darkness of the night only under a thin blanket.

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What they didn't realize were the soft eyes watching through the dark. Dark and lifeless, most would say. His skin cold and grey, tinited blue. Hands dark as night as they moved to hold a dull red beanie, keeping himself steady. Ghostbur was crouched low, looming over the small group he had been watching for hours.

Curiosity mostly led him here, holding his once full beanie. The five little hybrids that had gotten lost in his territory each had their own little smell, and Ghostbur wanted to know each. He also wanted to show his family.

Reaching down, Ghostbur selected the black and white being first. Careful of the long body, this one was lanky and thin. Ghostbur held the being close before sniffing. A mix of scents, not one particularly out there. But they felt so cold in Ghostbur's hand and he felt concern hit him over this being.

He didn't have anywhere to put the little guy but.. Ghostbur glanced at his beanie. It could fit.. Maybe them all?

Toying with the idea for a moment, Ghostbur decided to gingerly tuck away the first being in his beanie. Warm and comfortable, safe away from this horrid world. Ghostbur already had some grass in there, which worked well.

Glancing at the rest of them, Ghostbur started sniffing again. This time, the one in red and their.. Mini? A child? The elder smelled like flowers and.. Dirt. Simply put. The child smelled like daisys to be exact. Then, delicately as he could, Ghostbur deposited the duo into the beanie as well. Now the last two. The elder smelled like honey, but gun powder too. The smaller reminded Ghostbur of his elder twin.

"Okayy.. Okay okay- so now I have.. Little beings." He mumbled as he put them into his beanie and just.. Held it. Unsure now of what to do with the sleeping creatures inside. This would take awhile..

[goosedawn]

hiya! could we possibly get some more of g!ghostbur and t!revivebur?

btw i really love your art, its really good!!

💙💛💙💛 ofc! always happy to supply the boys :]

(and thank u!! 🥺💛💛)