#no beta we die like ghostbur

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

what the quack?

by MuffinMansWife

All seven members of the Syndicate including, Phil, Techno, Wilbur, Niki, Jack, Ranboo, and Tubbo, all looked at Tommy with faces full of surprise and confusion.

 “Three years of not chirping down the drain, all because of one happy chirp!” Tommy said, dramatically putting his head on the table to cover up his flushed face.

 “Wait, wait, wait,” Wilbur said, shaking off his shock, “Tommy, you’re an avian?”

 or tommy is an avian without wings, and people find out.

or or i just enjoy writing reveal fics

Words: 1763, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Alexis | Quackity, GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza

Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s), Alexis | Quackity & TommyInnit, GeorgeNotFound & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Alexis | Quackity and TommyInnit are Siblings, GeorgeNotFound and TommyInnit are Siblings (Video Blogging RPF), Avian TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Avian GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Avian Alexis | Quackity, Duck Hybrid Alexis | Quackity, Las Nevadas as Found Family, Anarchist Syndicate as Villains (Dream SMP), Mentioned Toby Smith | Tubbo, Mentioned Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Mentioned Niki | Nihachu, Mentioned Jack Manifold, Villain TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Kinda, it doesn’t say it but he is, Tags Are Hard, not beta read we die like ghostbur, fruit loops, i like that cereal, can you tell I haven’t slept in a while?

[iwantblacktea]

Old Companion

"Old Companion" c!Technoblade x Goddess!reader (fem)

Summary: After visiting the abandoned temple of the gods, you find yourself meeting an old companion.

Warnings: Y/N is just being gloomy tbh

Notes: I have no idea where this fits in lore but I wrote this imagining that Philza and Techno used to stay in this Olympus-like place with other gods before they went off and ventured the SMP. Soooo basically reader and Techno used to be friends or acquaintances back then.

Marble ruins are scattered throughout the tall grass, the stone-like pale hands extended towards the heavens. She took a stroll among the wreckage. The ancient marble and quartz were all cracked, the gods are long forgotten, and all this is now just a place of worship for the humans — at least for some who remained truthful. The sun was above the clouds, and it was in her eyes.

No one has visited this place, at least for a long time. Yet, even so, a single temple stands there. As if the gods themselves didn’t want this place to fade, this place to be forgotten.

She strode every step of the land, analyzing every crack and moss that tainted the place. Grazing her fingers on the leftover marble walls of the temple, counting each misshape and bend. Slowly memorizing every speck of dust that rested on the temple.

It was a pitiful thing, she thought. How this once grandiose place fell to ruin. With every step, she thinks about how truly lonely and abandoned the land was. No gods. No nymphs. No divine beings. No life.

She has arrived at her destination.

She took a deep breath, taking in her surroundings. It was a grand room, thrones seated in the middle. This was where the gods lived. It used to be filled with beautiful beings, all prideful and powerful, sitting on thrones of the purest stone. But now? All remains a barren chamber of the past.

She walked closer, her bare feet walking on the cold tiles. It was so…empty. Her hand finds itself dusting the dust on one of the thrones — her throne. Her heart was heavy with sentimentality.

This had once been her home.

It was where she dwelled. Where she was welcomed. Where she lived. Where she made her place. It was a grand place, with beautiful artwork, and grand marble. She was always there. But now, the temple was cold and abandoned.

She recalls how she danced in these very halls, drank the ambrosia, and laughed with the fellow deities. She was the goddess of youth and beauty. But now? She was just a shadow of her former self, a forgotten statue.

The lone god hadn’t made a home, for years now. Perhaps, this is what she deserved.

It has been eons since she had abandoned her kin. It has been a long time since she told them she would venture and explore the mortal world, that her life in the Olympus-like shrine didn’t give her happiness.

She could recall the confused faces of her fellow gods. Who in their right mind would trade a life of wine, riches, and worship for living with vermin mortals?

Oh, what a shallow and foolish god was she. And now she sat upon her throne, tears streaming down her eyes. And for once she felt vulnerable. She felt humane.

“You stupid naive child,” She cursed herself, her hands gripping the edges of her robe. It was true in a sense, she was naive and she did have a face that would not age. But her heart. It grew old. Resentful.

She laughed bitterly, not in a happy way. She laughed in an old, jaded, and jaded way. She laughed because she felt a longing for her old life. She came all this way back to the temple to ask for forgiveness from her fellow immortals, but it had seemed that they abandoned their home as she did.

She thought they would be waiting for her.

That’s what she wanted to believe.

But now, as she stood on her stone throne, and looked around at the chamber — there were no signs of her fellow immortals. It was just her and the ruins.

“And now you have come to here, to the temple, empty and forsaken. Not the gods nor humans want you,” she chortled at herself.

She stood in front of the thrones, her long fingers gripping the edges of the fabric of her robe. She lifted herself, almost dancing with anger, frustration, and longing.

The goddess of youth and beauty stomped on the floor, the wind ruffling the dust. She took a deep breath and then released it in and exhale. Then, she did her own little dance in front of her thrones. She swayed to and fro, her arms out wide like a waltz.

Then she stopped her dance as small drops of water find themselves through the cracks of the temple.

She stood there, motionless and still for an age, listening to the soft pitter-patter of the rain. “And now I come all the way to do nothing.”

How would the other gods think of her state? Surely they would scold her for wanting to be with mortals, wanting adventure when she could dine at the gods’ table with her brethren. She would still have her old life as the goddess of youth and beauty who danced with the nymphs.

But no matter how much she reminisced, she would not get back what she had lost.

In the distance, she heard a sound that brought her back to the present. It was the sound of someone’s footsteps on the loose stones. She turned her attention towards the doors leading to the thrones. To see who it was.

“Who is there?” She called out in a whisper. She was alone, and in a place where no one visited. “Show yourself.”

She heard something on the other side of the temple ruins. A loud, angry snort. A sudden movement, like something that was startled. The shadow drew nearer. She stood there, waiting, wondering who this person was.

She knew that this person was no mere mortal. Whoever it was, they were far too close. She could see it all too well. Her heart was pounding as if she had just been out in the elements and her body was ready to burst from too much cold.

“Who is there?” She whispered, a tremor of fear and worry in her voice. She stood there for a few more moments.

The shadow was moving towards her, but she wasn’t sure whether the shadow was friend or foe. She stood still, awaiting the shadow to draw closer.

“Who are you? What do you want?” She called out. She was terrified that whoever it was might hear her.

The shadow continued to move towards her. Her eyes were beginning to widen as the shadow became larger and larger and looming.

Suddenly, it came to her. The figure was that of a god.

The shadow stopped, moving from the marble ruins and into the light.

The shadow revealed a man, standing in a shadow of his own. She could see his ears, his nose, his mouth, his crimson eyes, and the pink hair he adorned.

Then the goddess found herself breathless, eyes wide, and mouth agape.

A sense of familiarity filled the space between her and the intruder. She knew his face. She knew his eyes. She knew his mouth. She knew his ears. An old companion, that was what he was.

She couldn’t believe it for a moment, that she might have hallucinated it all.

Her old friend wore a ragged cloak, ash burns on the edges, and small tears along the hem. He wore more common clothes compared to the gods, yet even under the ragged cloth, she could peak that he wore garments from mortal kings and rulers.

“Y/N.” He spoke.

That was her name. A name she abandoned millennia ago when she chose to flee the temple. It had been long since she heard of that godforsaken name, she never would’ve imagined hearing it again.

She cast her face away from him. “Don’t say my name.”

The old friend snorted, amused. And the lone goddess looked back at him in bewilderment. She blinked her eyes and stared at him, finding any reason as to why he was so entertained.

“Gods, I didn't remember you being so angsty,” He teased, putting his hands inside his pockets. “Why have you come here in the first place? No soul has ever visited this place for years.”

“Why have you come here?” She countered back.

“Well, if I could only tell you,” He began, looking around at the ruins, “I didn’t plan to visit but is it a sin for me to check on what happened to our dear home?”

Y/N stood in her position, gaze focused on her companion. He was strolling around the chamber like she was minutes ago.

Technoblade.

That was his name. It was an odd name, it wasn’t fancy or otherworldly. You could recall how the other gods would tell him his name was ridiculous but he would always respond by putting an ax under their chins. The others weren’t too fond of him now that you remembered, perhaps it was hard to make friends being the blood god.

He didn’t look like the same god she knew in her youth, he was more mature in a way. She wasn’t quite sure if she was still the same person she knew back then, but then again if the temple had changed so much, who is to say the people who lived in it didn’t.

They didn’t speak for a few moments. Y/N’s old friend stood still, leaning against a throne — his throne. “The other gods. They left slowly after you did. I did too along with Philza. The other gods knew there was nothing left to do but stay in a loop of wine, riches, and power. So they went separate ways.”

“Separate ways?” She asked, looking over at him. “You and Philza? Where is he now?”

“That old man? He’s fine. A family man now too,” Technoblade paused and thought for a while, “Not the best in that job though.” He laughed a little at his own comment, the temple crumbling a little from the sound.

Y/N tilted her head in confusion. Since her arrival at the temple, she had believed that the gods have died or disappeared but that wasn’t the case. They just left. Like she did.

The wind whistled throughout the chambers. Her friend did not seem to be the least bit concerned as he was just standing there, looking up at the columns of the ancient temple.

As she looked over to her past companion, a frown etched itself on her face. “When would you be going back? To Philza and your new home?”

Technoblade raised a brow. Why was she so gloom? The blood god was not used to her being so… this. Technoblade had chosen to forget most of his time when he lived in the temple but even so, Y/N was always known to be the life of the party. The flower among many.

A voice in his head pitied her. Bring her. A voice spoke and Technoblade shook his head in disapproval. We should take her to the SMP! Yes, yes, she would be wonderful. Another replied. Then not too long more voices flood in a chorus demanding to take the goddess with Techno.

It was soon getting dark, the temple would be soon filled with mobs as the sunset slowly waits for its slumber. Technoblade would need to journey back to the syndicate.

Technoblade sighed as he decided to comply with the voices’ wishes. “Do you want to come back with me?” he asked the goddess.

The blood god found it amusing how the goddess's eyes grew wide. This whole ordeal was amusing. The way the usual blood-thirsty voices begged to invite her and not kill her instead. This was new.

“What’s this all about? Why would I come back with you?”

“The gods aren’t around anymore. What else would you do here?” he asked. “I won’t be forcing you either.”

Y/N was silent for a while. She didn’t know what to say or if she should even agree. She wasn’t sure if her old companion meant to help her or to hurt her.

Technoblade moves from his previous position and starts walking back to the entrance of the temple.

“Wait, bring me with you,” She said finally. Technoblade nodded as he began to walk ahead. She followed him, leaving the temple as she once did except she had someone with her. A friend, if the word could be said.

As they walked through the corridors of the temple. Technoblade thought of how much he’d have to explain to Philza when he’d get back to the SMP but he’d worry about that when it happens. A lot was going to change.

“You’d fit right in.” He said.

That brought a smile to the goddess’s face as she looked at him.

“I hope so.”

[beaglesfoundindumpsters]

what do you mean ao3 is a site for fanfiction? I thought we were just trying to find as many variations of the phrase “no beta we die like men” as possible

[sxltedcxramel]

Lover’s Quarrel

c!techno x gn!reader

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: ̗̀➛ Summary:  You and Technoblade have been friends for decades, always by each other’s side you two faught alongside each other. That was once in a lifetime, and should never happen again. Unfortunately life doesn’t play out that way and you happen to need him one more time... or maybe they’ll be a change in plans?

: ̗̀➛ Word Count: 1515

: ̗̀➛ Chapters: 1/1

: ̗̀➛ Tag(s): No beta reader we die like ghostbur, c!techno, gn!reader, immortal reader x immortal techno, angel!reader, god!techno, angst, friends to enemies to friends, complicated ik

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: slight cursing, mentions of torture and death

: ̗̀➛ Taglist: Here

: ̗̀➛ Link(s): Ao3

: ̗̀➛ Notes: *screams into oblivion* one this is all platonic I didn’t specify 😓 two I barely survived the writers drought (no friken inspiration) but I bring to you my first c!dsmp x reader fic (please be kind I tried-) basically this taks place in really old times and not modern considering how its writter like I just finished reading shakesphere although the idea came while listening to classical music so that it how you will. Also this isn’t edited so my bad if theres mistakes-

The room was dimly lit with candles and the r oaring fire that burned passionately at the fireplace. White tiles were plastered with gold diamonds, the shade almost as if it was antique jewelry, Old but could tell an amazing story. The colour completing the beige-coloured room

You waited patiently, cross-legged glaring at the clock that ticked every second or so. 10 minutes you thought to yourself while you grind your teeth. That man seemed to be early only when it was for his own convenience, how distasteful.

Just as you finished that thought you saw the dark oak wood door being pushed open. A man walks in, he wears a white loosely fitted blouse, with bishop sleeves which was decorated with frilly fabrics. Along with death-black dress pants that were worn up to the waist. His face where his mask usually is is replaced with glasses and the man's delicate bubblegum pink hair is loosely braided and thrown on the right side of his shoulder.

“Your late” you glare crossing your arms

He let out a sigh “Well pardon me for taking a while to get ready, It's almost like you didn’t come here unannounced” he spoke sarcastically.

He walked over to the glass tray and picked up a small glass cup with a gold ring around it and poured himself a drink. He eyes you “Would you care for a drink y/n?”

“I don’t drink”

He shrugs “Suit yourself”

“Technoblade, I didn't come here for idle chatter.”

He arched his eyebrow slightly “Oh?” Techno placed his cup down “Pray do tell, what exactly did you come here for?” You watched him walk to the other side of the room as he said that.

“I-“ you could even finish before being rudely interrupted by a rustling noise. You watched as your patience grew thinner by the minute he took out a black vinyl disc and placed it on a wooden box making sure the oin was adjusted well. A soft tune of the piano came out of the music player.

“Would you care for a dance?” He holds out his hand, you stare at it contemplating whether you should grab his hands, you really shouldn't, you didn’t want to play his games, you wanted what you came for, but then again it would harm a dance. Or course your brain chose the latter considering how you delicately placed your hand in his letting him place his hand on your waist the the other on your shoulder. He lead the way,(just like he always does)

“Apologies for interrupting music helps me think.” He spoke as he spun you around the floor “They calm the voices” . You knew all about the voices, how much they love to chant and clog his brain with different variations of thoughts, perks of being his ex-partner you suppose. But you watched as he hid a smirk, you guess he’s just telling only half the truth. You roll your eyes

“You can finish”

“Wouldn’t you mean start idiot” you snap

“Meh”

You clicked your tongue in annoyance, his inability to ever grasp the mood of the situation was flawless. It seemed as if he never cared about the other person's feelings, unless you were the god of death you were out of luck for a serious conversation. You’ve dealt with that for decades

You could remember once in a lifetime the two of you were partners, fast and precise that's how the job went. The blood god and the angel of destruction are an amazing duo. You remember when the two of you used to watch as people begged on their knees for their life or perhaps a mercy kill. Watching as your foes tried to retreat to their bases only for their pitiful lives to end in such a disgraceful manner. At the end of the day the two of you stood in the battlefield side by side knowing the world could shake in fear knowing you two were alive

And you loved it like that desire to make people fear you brought giddiness to your body and enlightened your world. You wanted one thing and it was to get revenge.

Revenge on all who did you wrong from your youth up, and now you were strong enough to bring it tenfold.

Everything was fine, It wasn’t until one day the two of you had sat down for a cup of tea like you usually did on Thursday evenings. He told you he wanted to retire, he was done with the killings and the torture.

He was finally putting down the title ‘Blood god’

At first you thought it was a joke but then you saw his eyes and they were as serious as he could ever be, anger rose up in you unable to process the statement.

How could he leave you like this, he promised to be by your side when no one else would.

A liar that's would your made him out to be

A slap to the cheek was all you left him that day

Now here you were decades later, hand in hand dancing to the sounds of the instruments harmonizing becoming one just the way you two were.

He spun you around gracefully on the tiled floor, there's something about dancing in an empty room that makes you feel weird inside. What was this feeling? Him making you feel weak in the knees, perhaps it was the fact the last time you did this it was when you two were young and reckless. He always seemed to know how to brighten your life,even to the point the friendship you two had was envied amongst the other gods.

He twirled you across the room dipping you slightly “Cat caught your tongue”

You rolled your eyes “As if”

You saw outside the glass panes, the sky was painted a blood orange mixed with lavender purples and hints of blue. The sun slowly sets,bringing the nightfall.

You chuckle to yourself, how romantic of the sky to show such a sight for people who would die before dating each other.

You turn your gaze to the god “I need you one last time” you say cutting to the chase

Technoblade glared at you “I already told you I’m retired, don’t be so stubborn”

“I’m not, your being selfish putting your needs before anyone else's”

He snorts “Isn’t that what you're doing y/n? Or am I reading the situation wrong?” He says sarcastically “Plus I thought you made it clear that you wanted nothing to do with me, or was that slap something you did on impulse and you couldn’t face me after?”

You grind your teeth “It was not, and why are you making it seem like you're the victim? You're the one who wanted to leave me!” You snapped

He took his hands away from you and pinched the bridge of his nose “See, this is why we cannot have a conversation. You always jump to conclusions” he growls

“I do not!”

“You do! I never intended to leave your side, only retiring. Is it so bad I wanted to stop killing and do something better with my life, and here I thought you’d be happy with it.”

You stared at him shocked, “I..”

Was he right? You were known to act on impulse which did cause problems in the long run but he’d be there to be by your side every time. But yet, you couldn’t fathom the thought of him leaving his life behind to start a new one. Why? You weren’t sure.

Techno sighed “You act so tough when actually you're broken inside. The thing is you weren’t mad at me for retirement, you were mad that things were changing. You're scared of change because you don’t know where you’ll fall between it all.”

The piano falls into a soft handsomely rhythm

The violinist quietly drag their bows delicately

You cast your eyes aside, you couldn’t argue with the truth. You swallow hard fighting back the tears. You couldn’t fathom the amount of times you’ve been in the wrong or how much you’ve hurt him

Stupid

Stupidstupidstu-

A hand is placed on you head

“You think too much, stop that”

“I’m sorry”

“For overthinking or for being impulsive” he questions

“Both” you whisper keeping your eyes on the floor

“And?”

You huffed “You were right about everything”

He grinned showing his pearly whites “I’m sorry what was that? I couldn’t hear you?”

You laughed slightly making your worries go away for the time being “You asshole, get your head out of the skies as if I’m repeating that again”

He chuckles shrugging “Worth a try”

“So, let's get something straight. I’ll help you one last time then I’m forcing you to retire. Seriously you have no say so.” He eyes you “You probably need therapy too jeez”

“Fuck You I’m perfectly fine”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night” he responds ushering you out the room

“Bold of you to assume I sleep”

“Bruhh”

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[quackitytheduck]

enabler!skeppy

[messymerr]

I posted 684 times in 2022

That's 26 more posts than 2021!

235 posts created (34%)

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I tagged 381 of my posts in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

There's a video of Crewel and Jade's VA at the Twst Exhibit

I took a few screenshots of when they zoom in the rough designs because I wanna see it

Them Beta Designs are something. Malleus but the word Warden from Housewarden was too emphasized. Lilia but Ourple and shorter hair. I guess the purple was to match Maleficent"'s cape

See the full post

109 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

#4

Leona in Sho's fit

Also

That one part in Episode 3

Reece : Okay Grim, like we practiced

See the full post

128 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

#3

Hi, I was looking at your DreamSMP x Twisted Wonderland crossover and?? It’s amazing, I love your ideas.

I really like your Ghostbur one though, like wofnwndiend ALL OF THE POSSIBILITIES??

You got people bluescreening/spitting out tea whenever Ghostbur happily mentions that he died to his dad. Or like how unnaturally positive he is.

Ghostbur: Wow! This is quite hectic!

Ace, literally getting chased by OB! Riddle: Ghostbur, WERE ABOUT TO DIE!

Ghostbur: Don’t worry, this won’t be as bad as getting stabbed with a sword by your dad! :D

Deuce: whAT?

Or like giving blue to the Overblots to stop them from feeling sad.

Thank you so much!

And yes GhostburYuu is a very naive optimist and oftentimes in denial. I agree, the many possible ideas from this character or a Yuu/MC from the Dream SMP in a world that isn't the Dream SMP

*Overblot happens*

GhostburYuu : This is fine : )

Overblots be confused as having a hand full of blue given to them that they just paused for a while lol

After hearing "Ghostbur happily mentions that he died to his dad". Lilia immediately goes to Silver and hug him, telling him how much he loves his son dearly which Silver gets confused as to why he's feeling like this but hugs back his old man

157 notes - Posted January 23, 2022

#2

Twistober Day 6 : Vargas Camp

I like this scene because it was like a look back on how the story started off, more so focusing on the braincell squad.

185 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Twistober Day 3 : Octavinelle

I'm not taking it that seriously lmao

240 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

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[sappyspeare]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game), Dream SMP - Fandom, Video Blogging RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dream SMP Ensemble & TommyInnit, Eret &TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Cara | CaptainPuffy & TommyInnit, Piglin (Minecraft) & Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Niki | Nihachu & TommyInnit, Tommyinnit & Toby Smith | Tubbo, Shroud The Spider & TommyInnit, Cassie Anne | Snifferish & TommyInnit, Tommyinnit & Shroud Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Cara | CaptainPuffy, Niki | Nihachu, Eret (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity, Wilbur Soot, Cassie Anne | Snifferish, Shroud the Spider - Character, Snifferish (Video Blogging RPF), Dream SMP Ensemble Additional Tags: Mentioned Dream SMP Ensemble, Dream Team SMP Roleplay (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Needs a Break (Video Blogging RPF), Healing TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Parental Cara | CaptainPuffy, Protective Cara | CaptainPuffy, Anarchist Niki | Nihachu, Niki | Nihachu Needs a Hug, Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings, Wilbur Soot is Not Okay, Older Sibling Wilbur Soot, Morally Ambiguous Alexis | Quackity, Married Ranboo and Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo & TommyInnit Friendship (Video Blogging RPF), Romantically Married Ranboo and Toby Smith | Tubbo, Comfort No Hurt, Fluff, Inspired by Fanart, Las Nevadas on Dream Team SMP (Video Blogging RPF), L'Manberg Crater on Dream Team SMP (Video Blogging RPF), Logstedshire on Dream Team SMP (Video Blogging RPF), tommyinnit heals through the power of flowers and fries, and bonding with his spider-hybrid brother, by parent trapping his friends and bosses into fixing their relationships, snifferish my beloved, Shroud my beloved, not beta read we die like ghostbur, Soft TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Canon Compliant

Summary: “Maybe you need something more stable,” Puffy suggested in her therapy voice. “Like a job.”

“I already have a job. It’s called being awesome,” Tommy deadpanned.

*

Tommyinnit needs something to distract himself from the ungodly amounts of crap he's been through, as well as to provide for himself and his new buddy, Shroud. So obviously he starts a dual-restaurant-flower-shop business (and causes some chaos. just a little bit).

[antimony-medusa]

I have done what I can to make sure Wilbur knows how to use tags on Ao3, beyond that I must merely reach acceptance.

Watch him see all the people clamouring to help him with tags and deliberately tag it with the worst things known to man. Quackity/Wilbur Soot with the slash, Bad Dad Phil Watson and Tommyinnit And Wilbur Soot are siblings with them not being in the fic, Author Is A Dream Apologist, Insane Wilbur Soot, MCD and Graphic Depictions of Violence, Hurt No Comfort, and then No Beta We Die Like Ghostbur.

[redeemed-wren]

What up lads new Philza Lore dropped

Been thinking about this since it's been revealed that c!Phil is immortal, or at least centuries old. I like analysing things, and my brain has been chugging away analysing c!Phil since this new revelation and I finally found time to sit down and get my thoughts out.

Unless specified, I'll be talking about the character Philza from now on! Let's get into it. Putting a cut in because it gets long. Also most of this is gonna be from memory because it's getting late and I'm not digging through 4+ months of vods!

remind me to never use the new Beta posting layout it gave me a word limit and then yeeted like 800 words i hate it here lets see if i can remember what I wrote

I’ve moved a lot in my life. I think on average about one new city every four years. This has meant a lot of goodbyes, a lot of meeting new people and breaking into new circles. When this new information was revealed, I instantly felt things click - I could relate to Phil suddenly. 

Being centuries-old would create similar emotions, I think. Constantly being around people you know you will outlive, constantly finding yourself in new circles and groups. It takes a toll. 

Being centuries old effects how Phil views relationships, people and countries.

Because I’ve moved a lot, I’ve noticed that I’m starting to get the attitude of ‘I can’t be bothered.’ I can’t be bothered going out of my way to meet new people, to make new friends I’m likely to move away from in a few years. 

I’d imagine Phil would feel much the same way. Making close connections to people is impossible for him, really. He knows he’s going to outlive those around him and so the effort to put into growing relationships seems pointless. 

I think this is most seen in his and Wilbur’s relationship. Wilbur clearly wants his attention - his pride - and clearly hasn’t gotten it to the extent he wants. (“I wonder if Phil would be proud of me” comes to mind. Plus I’m sure there’s something there with his relationship with Fundy and that cycle of bad parenting. And yes, it likely contributed to his spiral into madness, but this post is about Phil, not Wilbur.) But from Phil’s perspective, he knows Wilbur isn’t going to live as long as he is. 

It explains why he’s so quick to kill Wilbur as well. Wilbur is too far gone, and Phil makes the decision to kill him before he does more harm. He’s long ago accepted the fact that his son will die before him, and so he is able to kill him. 

Likewise, his relationship with Tommy reflects this. He doesn’t reach out to Tommy because there’s no point in making a new bond with someone who he will outlive. (especially with Wilbur’s death so fresh). However, he does make it clear that if Tommy reached out to him, he would have answered - more on that later. 

His age also means he’s always looking at the big picture. He’s likely seen countless countries and empires and kingdoms rise and fall and he knows that they’re all temporary. He doesn’t see the importance in them like those who live and die within the lifespan of a nation. 

He doesn’t see the small details. He doesn’t understand why Ghostbur is so upset about a simple sheep’s death - one with unlimited lives as well. In his mind, it’s just an animal. In Ghostbur’s mind, Friend is a friend, an important small thing. Phil is so used to moving on from things, he doesn’t understand the importance of pets and nations and a home. 

This is all temporary in his mind, and lives are more important to him than a country. L’manberg was corrupting people (Tubbo, quite possible Wilbur in his mind) and thus it didn’t serve its purpose and needed to go before it hurt more people. (plus I wonder if there were some underlying anger and frustration towards L’manberg for the loss of his wings. It’s basically canon now (everyone say thank you Sadist!) that Phil’s wings were damaged during the explosion, and I would imagine for someone so old, losing limbs like wings and being grounded would be a shock and some of that may have been projected onto L’manberg)

(I also want to talk briefly about his and Techno’s relationship. While we haven’t had any canon confirmation, I don’t think Techno is fully mortal and it makes sense for Phil to gravitate towards other ancient beings. Plus my friend pointed out another theory in that Phil could be a patron of some kind for Techno, something Blood God related, I don’t know we need more information Techno please give us character lore I beg of you)

OKAY! I rewrote what I already had sometimes I hate Tumblr anyway onward let’s write this out before I pass out I’m tired. 

Phil is willing to create relationships - but on his terms.

I said Phil is distant and hesitate to create bonds with people but this isn’t necessarily true. I want to point out Fundy and Ranboo and talk about his interactions with them and then talk about Tommy. 

At the start of season two, Fundy, Ghostbur and Phil were really driving the lore. Phil seemed to be trying to bond with Fundy, and I think a lot of that likely had to do with guilt from what happened to Wilbur but there’s something deeper to it. He makes an effort to be there for Fundy and to help him.  

Likewise, he went out of his way to save Ranboo from lava (though the overlap for in character and ooc is large there, I think it still applies), and brought him home after Doomsday, saving him from his own mind. 

Phil seems himself as a benevolent being. He sees himself as right, and part of that is being there for his grandson, or helping out a hybrid in trouble. 

However, it’s important to note - this is on his terms. He’s lived so long, he doesn’t want to put energy into relationships that won’t give him back something. For Fundy, I think a lot of it was making up for what happened with Wilbur and family responsibility, but he enjoyed spending time with Fundy (it’s been a while I need to rewatch some of those vods I think). 

With Ranboo, again I feel like there’s a small part in fulfilling some need of Phil’s to feel like he’s being ‘good’ and plucking this kid out of a warzone makes him feel good. But at the same time, Ranboo is polite, quiet, generous - the perfect kind of person to put energy into building a relationship with. Plus, I would not be surprised if Ranboo reminds him of Techno.  

If a relationship takes too much, or isn’t worth it - Phil drops it and doesn’t bother trying to fix what is broken. Why would he? He’s just going to outlive whatever the problem is. He lived in L’manberg, but he was never a part of it. He dismissed Tubbo so quickly when he saw Tubbo was being corrupted by his power and position. He didn’t follow up on Fundy or check that he was okay or make any effort to reach out to him when things started to go down. 

And that brings us to Tommy. We’re all upset at how Phil reacted to Tommy’s exile and the following, but I think it makes so much sense. Like I said before, he doesn’t put the effort into reaching out to Tommy, but he would have gone to the Beach Party if Tommy had reached out to him. He was happy to see Tommy at Techno’s place, he was willing to create that relationship and bond. 

But from Phil’s pov, Tommy was thrown aside by his home, found shelter with Techno, and then betrayed Techno by siding with the people who threw him aside. (and Techno is loyal to the few he trusts, so a betrayal like that will hit hard and Phil can see that). It makes sense that Phil decides that isn’t a relationship he wants to put energy into fixing. 

(Also to clarify, I’m not saying Tommy was wrong to side with L’manberg and Tubbo, or that Techno was right in lashing out like he did. I’m just saying it’s a complex issue, and seeing all sides of it is important - they were both betrayed that day). 

Living so long means Phil only cares to put effort and energy into relationships that benefit him, in whatever way. If someone is too difficult or needs too much effort, then in Phil’s mind there’s no reason to pursue that relationship. 

Being so old makes Phil overly confident in himself.

Philza is always in the right. Full stop. End of story.

He’s lived so long and has so much more experience than anyone else that he thinks he is in the right all the time. His fatal flaw is his pride and - much like Techno - he refuses to see anything from anyone else’s point of view. 

He saw L’manberg’s corruption, saw that it as a nation was hurting people and made the decision that it was doing more hurt than good so of course he joined Techno and Dream in destroying it. 

He sees the big picture and so of course Friend’s death doesn’t matter, Friend was just an animal. Ghostbur is too naive and foolish to understand that now. 

Unless he learns to listen and see someone else’s point of view - which will be very hard, because he’s so old and connecting with people is hard for him - he’s going to continue to think he’s always in the right. 

Conclusion

There’s a few things I want to see/think might happen with Phil’s character, one more likely than the other. 

First off - Karl. 

If anyone knows how to look at the big picture, if anyone knows how insignificant the simple things are and how pointless it can be sometimes it’s the server’s resident time traveller. But where Karl differs from Phil is that he cares. 

Karl goes out of his way to help, risks his memory and sanity to make things better for his friends. Pours time and effort and energy into relationships that may be onesided or temporary - heck, have you seen how much effort he goes to to be liked by everyone? Sometimes too much. 

I’d love to see some Karl and Phil interaction. Maybe in a Tales episode (young Phil? Backstory? Maybe?) or even in regular canon. It’s unlikely probably, but I think it could be an interesting discussion. Someone write a fic. 

Secondly - death. 

CC!Phil has made it no secret that his character is probably going to die at some point (if only for ghost WINGSSSS). Honestly? I think it could be a great direction to take the character. 

If Phil could find something worth dying for, could find the joys in the small things, could focus on the little details enough to realize - ‘oh. This does matter’ I honestly think that would be cool. A sacrificial death, maybe even for something as ‘insignificant’ as a pet (although pets can be important on this server). I’m not sure, but I think making peace with death would be a great way to take an immortal character’s arc.

There’s more I could talk about - for instance, I haven’t even mentioned the ‘not as painful as what I inflicted on their enemies’ comment and Phil’s whole ‘angel of death’ vibe, or the fact that he’s always only had one life. But it’s getting late and I’ve been writing this for like an hour and a half and I’m really tired. Feel free to add on! 

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Interpolation

first chapter pog !!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31193126/chapters/77093966

Hurt/Comfort, Time Travel, Dissociation, Angst, TommyInnit Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo Needs a Hug (Video Blogging RPF), Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Character Death, Blood and Injury, Mind Control, Paranoia, Self-Sacrifice, Temporary Character Death, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Politics, no beta we die like ghostbur, Substance Abuse, Not RPF, its not that bad i promise, Kinda, Angst with a Happy Ending, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, How Do I Tag, Found Family, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eventual Healing, Bench trio, Canon-Typical Violence, Trauma, Traumatized TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Memory Loss, Swearing

Wilbur looked different. Tommy noted that his eyes were younger, they held a glint of something still innocent in them. Something yet to be fully corrupted.

The world felt like it was passing him in a kind of daze, almost as if he were watching it happen to someone else. His half absence was noted, Wilbur asking him what was up. He brushed him off, claiming a headache.

Not the most creative lie but it seemed to work well enough.

How did this even happen ? People don't exactly just time travel, that's not something that happens.

Tommy stood on the stage looking out at the small crowd of his friends, people whom he barely recognised. Wilbur was giving a speech he'd heard before.

or: allium duo time travel au, in which shenanigans ensue

time travel aus are some of my favourites but so far all the ones I've seen have been very clingy duo oriented. I just really like the dynamic c!ranboo and c!Tommy have and I haven't really seen an allium focused time travel story yet. so i wrote one

this aus been living in my head rent free for a while now

i havent written in ages so bear with me lol, i just really wanted to finally get this down in a somewhat coherent format

fic -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/31193126/chapters/77093966

hey ^^

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The Revived - Chapter 1: Alive

Hello! This is a Dream SMP fanfic written by @rainbowbutterfrosting and I. We decided to write it, following Wilbur's revival, and the reveal of Ghostbur's tragic fate. It's highly canon-divergent, because even as we were writing this, canon changed slightly, and the concept is canon-divergent to begin with. We hope you'll find something you enjoy here, because it's going to be a long slowburn ride.

Thank you to @r0w3n-1n-d0ugh, for beta-reading this chapter!

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Characters in this chapter: Wilbur, Ghostbur (briefly), Tommyinnit, Philza

Word count: 3216

Cw: near-death experience, hypothermia, implied suicidal behavior/recklessness, disagreements, crying, mentions of burning, past death mention, eating/food

Fic summary: Wilbur was alive, and it was such a magnificent feeling, that made his mind spark with anticipation. It didn't take long, however, for Wilbur to realize that this new breath of life, was not just his own. An echo-y voice hides in the back of his mind, and before he knows it, the transparent version of him he saw at the endless train station, is a lot more ingrained than he'd expected him to be.

And Wilbur really shouldn't care. Because he'd be damned, if he spent the life he'd awaited for so long, babysitting a lost cause of a ghost, stuck in the very same limbo Wilbur spent so long in. It was an even exchange, and one Wilbur wasn't going to mess with. Why exactly he ends up setting out to get the ghost out of his mind, in order to save the both of them, however, is beyond him. And perhaps Wilbur's past isn't as easy to leave behind, as he'd hoped it would be.

It started a while after his revival. At first, it had been silent. Or well, silent was hardly the right way to describe Wilbur’s mind, at that moment. He was alive! Sensations encompassing his entire being, because he was more than just a vessel, and more than just an endless bystander at a train station. He could no longer hear them passing by in a thunderous chorus, followed by eternal solitude.

He had felt numb at the start, but then he had it confirmed. He was alive! And there was so much left to do, he thought, staring at the sunrise. His sunrise.

He’d avoided most people after that. He wasn’t sure why, but he doubted anyone would be eager to see him. So he stayed out of their way, taking in each sensation he could.

But as the lack of encounters and confrontations grew, it started.

The crying.

He remembered the crying, briefly, watching the familiarly unfamiliar face steaming with tears. As if they were burning him. Watching him getting off the train, in return for Wilbur getting on it, with Dream as the conductor.

But now Wilbur heard it. Vague at first, easy to ignore. Then a little louder, especially during the night when everything else was silent, and he couldn’t get himself to go to sleep. He’d been asleep for so long, after all. Thirteen and a half years at a train station. Crying, then silence. Crying again.

Wilbur didn’t pay much mind to it. He went about his day. When he talked to Tommy again however, Tommy’s voice filled with spite, he heard the voice again. Silent and broken. Betrayed in a sense.

“Wasn’t your fault,” the voice said, echoing in Wilbur’s mind for a minute, “It’s okay”, then followed by a desperate “Please come back.”

Wilbur couldn’t get himself to take it seriously. Wanted to laugh at the broken voice, that sounded like his own, but nothing like his words. Nothing like his intonation.

“Why the fuck are you smiling?” Tommy asked, squinting at Wilbur, “What are you planning.”

And almost on instinct, Wilbur smiled and went “Oh many things Tommy. Many things.” because all his mind seemed to tell him aside from the echo-y voice, was all the things he should be planning, all the things he had to see, and all the things he had to start. Now that he finally realized that he hadn’t truly wanted to die, as he thought thirteen and a half years ago.

Tommy had looked at Wilbur strangely since Wilbur returned. As if he was a glitch and a monster at the same time. As if he wasn’t quite supposed to be there, and as if Wilbur was always mere seconds from claiming the entire world as his own. Or blowing up another country. Memories of that still flickered in Wilbur’s mind. Memories of a sword, and of the noise that had sounded like music back then. Like the coordinated middle, in an otherwise unfinished piece. L’Manberg, his unfinished symphony.

“Wilbur, just go away, will you?” Tommy said, and his eyes had a strange melancholic glow, that Wilbur didn’t associate with Tommy at all.

Wilbur didn’t want to go away, because in silence the cries echoed in his mind, and Wilbur hadn’t heard voices in so long. Hadn’t communicated in so long, and he liked talking now, liked doing what people did when they were alive. But the spark he had within him was strangely fragile, and being told to leave, only made it much more uncertain of its direction. “Why should I?” he asked, “I’m here Tommy, I’m alive.”

“I got that,” Tommy said, shortly. “Why don’t you go bother someone else about it, Wilbur?” his voice was darker now. “L’Manberg is gone.”

“Yes, it is.” Wilbur said, looking around at the crater he was once again present in, “And?”

“And that was it.” Tommy said, “That was what we started, and you ended it Wilbur, and now you can go bother someone else.”

Wilbur really wished the implications of that didn’t sting. A powerful part of him wanted to shout that he had nowhere else to turn. Not now. Not without the millions of things that followed.

Yet a part of him looked at Tommy and saw a child. A child Wilbur had played a part in breaking, and turning into a soldier, and perhaps that gave him the right to dismiss Wilbur after all. “I have so much to do.”

“Then go do it,” Tommy said, looking him in the eyes, and it would’ve sounded like a dare if there was even a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“Okay,” Wilbur said. As soon as Tommy turned around, Wilbur stood alone in the crater.

And then, just a little while later, Wilbur slowly wandered in a direction that seemed to call him. All of it was so new, yet so familiar. The sun still rose and set all the same, with the skies turning their blues and pinks along the way, but everything seemed so intriguing. There was Tommy, who seemed to hold a grudge about little old L’Manburg, there was the boy’s outfit- it didn’t have the symbol of L’Manburg on it. Wilbur understood that it had been thirteen and a half years, but the armor that he frequently wore just looked too big and bulky on him. Whenever Wilbur mentioned it, Tommy just tensed and rushed the conversation towards whatever came to mind first. It was frustrating, but Tommy was just a confused kid that would find his way eventually. Maybe Tubbo was doing it to look cool so the other followed suit? He didn’t understand the children, but he tried his best to sympathize.

Speaking of one of the children, he remembered Tubbo told him where they lived just a day or two ago. Time either passed by him too quickly from the change in dimension or the lack of sleep, but both reminded him that he didn’t have a home to rest at. He walked through some of the grass, his boots making soft noises in it along the way. The buzz of cicadas welcomed him as he made his way to a place that seemed second hand to him.

He must’ve spaced out because the next moment he remembered was the soft pressure of snow against his shoes that made him slightly stumble. He softly laughed to himself. Snow. He forgot that he even missed this. He took off his fingerless gloves, wanting to feel it properly this time. He reached out, and scraped some into his hand, feeling the coldness of it, as he shaped it into a little snowball. The water slid down the side, as it slowly started to melt in his hand. Before, he would’ve dropped it and tried to dry it off by now, but the cold sensation, turning his fingers red, reminded him once more that he was alive.

It took almost the full snowball to melt for him to remember that he still needed to visit Tubbo. He grabbed his black gloves, somberly putting them back on before realizing he could feel snow anytime now. No one controlled his experiences anymore. That thought surrounded his mind for the past few days, yet it always brought him the child-like wonder of having a parent extend your bedtime by an hour.

He gently ran his hand through the snow, wishing it a silent farewell as he walked towards the direction of Tubbo’s home. Well- walking might have not been the right word. However, it started out as such before shifting into a speedwalk skipping that morphed into a sprint that soon wore him out even more, before he finally settled on a brisk pace to take him there.

Seconds felt quick to Wilbur with the cold air going in and out of his system. He shivered, but he continued to walk through the snow. It didn’t take him much longer to figure out that he didn’t know where he was. The only path he knew were the footsteps that outlined his arrival to the snowy biome, and even then, the new snow falling covered up some of the first steps.

He squinted his eyes, unable to see any source of civilization nearby. All he could see was a small black dot in the distance. It could have been his eyes playing tricks on him. He tried looking away from the dot, yet, it didn’t follow his vision. He slightly frowned at this, walking towards the direction of the dot, confused as to why it was there. Wilbur knew he wasn’t walking quickly, yet the dot’s size rapidly grew in front of him.

Minutes passed before he realized that the black dot was a small crow. He tilted his head at the sight of it. Why was there a crow in an environment like this? part of him questioned. Regardless, he smiled at the crow as he made his way towards him. As soon as the bird was close enough, he perched onto Wilbur’s shoulder, resting his wings for a moment. Wilbur realized his own exhaustion after seeing the bird.

“Hm, you must be tired, huh?” His voice broke on itself, slightly startling the crow. The bird didn’t directly answer his question, instead lightly rubbing his small head against Wilbur’s neck.

“Me too.” Wilbur shared a quiet moment with the bird. “But we’re alive aren’t we…” Wilbur’s voice shifted to a whisper near the end, the words hurting his throat.

Wilbur held vague memories of a time before everything, before war and white lies in letters, where the sight of such a crow would’ve been a sign of a familiar presence. Though this crow seemed alone, much like Wilbur himself, and he was unsure if he could rely on anything familiar at this point. He felt the bird’s feathers on him, and he couldn’t help but smile, just a little. The bird made a small jump on his shoulder, followed by two high-pitched joyful chirps. Wilbur laughed. “Hm?” he tried, knowing full well that he wouldn’t receive a helpful answer. Wilbur felt as if he heard faint hesitant laughter in the back of his mind, though it could’ve been a trick it played on him.

Then the crow flapped its wings, and Wilbur moved his head to the side, to give the crow space to take off. With one determined flap, the crow flew up in the air, and Wilbur stood there, alone in the snow once more.

And then, he really had no other choice than to keep walking. So he did, moving through the snow, slower and slower, the landscape appearing less appealing each moment. He was back. He was alive, and yet the snow was holding him back. For a fleeting moment, it felt as if he was back at the train station, clawing at the walls to get away, but the sky was watching him this time. He could see it, and each beat of his heart reminded him that he wasn’t eternally watching the trains pass by anymore.

The sky became darker and darker, as he trotted through the snow. His fingertips turned colder, and he was trusting his sense of direction less and less with each step. It had been so long. So long since he’d used the legs that were now shaking dangerously.

That was when he spotted a figure in the distance.

He didn’t recognize it at first, though as he approached, the features became clearer. The figure approached Wilbur too, with a certain level of caution, and before he knew it, the face was entirely visible. The wings came out the back, and Wilbur was looking at someone he knew all too well.

The holder of the sword, and the one who’d wrapped his wings around Wilbur to give his son a moment of comfort in the past.

Phil, Wilbur’s father and past executionist, froze.

Wilbur froze too, looking at him. The man looked older somehow. His eyes holding less life, and less of a spark, or perhaps that was just what he looked like, looking at Wilbur now.

Phil looked as if he’d seen a ghost, which was an ironic metaphor to use in this instance. A crow was sitting on Phil’s shoulder, and Wilbur put two and two together quickly, and perhaps he should have earlier.

They weren’t that far away from each other, perhaps 60 feet or so, and Wilbur could see his father so clearly now. He noticed Phil, mouthing something. Wil if he wasn’t mistaken. And Wil was him, before everything. Before thirteen and a half years ago.

“Ph- ph- phil,” the words were silent to himself, his shivering and dehydration interrupting any sound he could have made. “D- dad…” he tried louder this time, the action still just as silent but painful unshed tears formed in his eyes.

He moved his feet from the snow, making it two steps before his legs collapsed from under him. He breathed in sharply from the fall, which only reminded him of how much his body needed to rest.

The once peaceful snow felt like small daggers coming from every direction. His shaking body only seemed to make it worse as the daggers would painfully shift across him.

Suddenly all at once, he was on fire, the heat burned through his skin and hit his core, making him squeeze his eyes shut and try to pull away. “Wil, Wilbur, you’re gonna be alright, mate. Just don’t close your eyes, it’ll all be fine.” Phil- Phil was there. Wilbur opened his eyes, the action feeling laborious to him. Phil seemed stressed? No no, he shouldn’t be, Wilbur was alive! “I- I’m a- a- alive,” the hoarse whisper was unbearable to feel, but when Wilbur tried to swallow he winced even more.

“Fuck, fuck, where is it…” Phil muttered. Wilbur looked over, but nothing connected to him. There was something warm against him, it was on his shoulders at first, but it shifted as he heard some items moving against each other. Yet, even only having one bit of warmth was too much, even if he knew it was Phil making him feel it, it was so bad to the point where he almost wished he was back at the train station. Almost.

Phil gasped and said something Wilbur missed, holding a yellow orb in front of him. He squinted, despite everything feeling blurry and missing to him, and realized it was glowing. “Wh- what?” he managed to croak out.

Phil slowly pushed the spherical item into Wilbur’s mouth, the shivering man trying to pull back, but Phil held him tightly. Reluctantly, and subconsciously, Wilbur bit into the item, before realizing how sweet it was in his mouth. It tasted like the cookies Phil would make when he was a kid, halfway melting into his mouth because they just came from the oven. Wilbur didn’t realize how much he missed them as he continued eating the food, Phil helping him along the way.

Wilbur finished eating quicker than he started, he would have frowned and asked for more but he already felt full. He cleared his throat, thrilled that he didn’t feel the typical pain he associated with it, “Phil? Why are you here- Awww, did you miss me?”

Phil gasped, and pulled Wilbur into a tight hug. Although both acknowledged how tight the hug was, it didn’t hurt Wilbur in the slightest. He honestly felt better than he ever had before. It didn’t make sense to him though, Phil’s cookies never made him feel like that before. Of course, they made him happy for a sugary treat, or would even give him nostalgia of the past years, but he wasn’t even shivering from the cold anymore. Maybe he truly was immortal now, food giving him all the power he needed to thrive in his world.

His thoughts were sharply cut off by his father’s sobs as he clenched Wilbur’s coat. Phil tried to speak, only for more cries to exit him. Wilbur was shocked from the exchange and gently rubbed his father’s back, a habit that Phil would do with him as a kid to help calm him down.

After moments of the two sitting in the snow, Wilbur broke the silence. “I uh- got a little lost” Wilbur quietly chuckled, “Oh hey, did you know snow doesn’t give you any landmarks, even if you ask nicely! It’s ridiculous really.”

Phil only grabbed Wilbur tighter, “...you’re back.”

Wilbur nodded, guessing Phil could probably feel the nod over his shoulder, “Nobody can get rid of me that easily.”

Phil softly sighed, “Don’t run off and kill yourself again.” The sentence was said as if it was a playful remark, but it came out of a place of sorrow and remorse.

Wilbur rolled his eyes, “I can’t promise anything really.”

Phil pulled away from the hug, eyes stone-cold in a way that made Wilbur terrified for the first time in years. “Wilbur Gold Soot.” His words were laced with a wave of reserved anger that Wilbur rarely heard in his childhood, solely made for when he needed his message to not be misconstructed in any way. “You’re going to promise me that you aren’t going to go do something idiotic like last time and- do we even know how many lives you have?”

Wilbur firmly stated, “L’Manburg wasn’t idiotic. It was the laws around the server that were.”

Phil’s glare didn’t change, “It’s idiotic if it’s what got you killed.”

“Everyone dies to something.”

“Do they die three times to the same thing?”

Wilbur spoke quietly, “You can’t say that without admitting you killed me as well.”

Hurt spread across Phil’s face, one that made Wilbur start to apologize, but Phil softly confirmed, “I- I know I hurt you.”

Wilbur shrugged as he smiled wide, "Eh, life comes and goes. I've had quite a bit of time reflecting, and it doesn't bug me too much! I just find it ironic that you forgot to mention it."

Phil attempted a smile in return, but it came out flatter than Wilbur’s with worry behind his eyes. The expression sent a strange spark through Wilbur, and he wasn’t certain what exactly it was it meant, and he didn’t have time to consider it before exhaustion took over his mind once more.

Phil looked Wilbur up and down, and Wilbur suddenly felt warmth again on his shoulder, spreading through his veins. “Wil... A-are you alright coming with me? You look… You need rest.”

Perhaps he did because Wilbur felt as if the entire world was spinning around him in a fog. Endless piles of snow, and an endless dark sky. Though the trains were gone, he reminded himself once more.

“Here…” Phil said, and Wilbur felt the wing around his back, like a protective shield from the wind. A shield that somehow made Wilbur feel more exposed than before. He didn’t need the protection. Life was so unbearably fragile, he realized, and letting others protect it, was a mistake beyond all else.

But he was tired. So so tired… And as an arm was wrapped around his shoulder, he found himself allowing Phil to lead him, because perhaps he was just a little bit prone to mistakes.

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

All Mine Towers Crumble Down (The Flowers Gasping Under Rubble)

by bitterfruittea (bittersundaycaro)

“Wilbur!” Tommy shouted.

The blond ran across the field of flowers and tackled him into a hug. Dandelion seeds were dispelled in his wake.

Wilbur was frozen. Only very slowly, his shaky hands returned the hug.

“Tommy?” He asked.

Tommy only held him tighter. “I am so glad I could find you! I am so sorry. So sorry. I should have never let Phil take you. I should have been better. I am sorry. But I am here to fix it!”

Tommy buried his face deeper into his chest. "I missed you."

Wilbur's hold tightened.

Tommy tried to pull away a little. Wilbur held him too tight.

 AKA. Soul Eater AU where a mission to go save Wilbur from the Book of Eibon definitely doesn't go wrong :)

Words: 9006, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Soul Eater (Anime & Manga), Video Blogging RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soul Eater Fusion, Dark Sleepy Bois Inc, Dark Wilbur Soot, Possessive Wilbur Soot, Weapon Wilbur Soot, weapon Technoblade, Mind Manipulation, Madness, Violence, No Romance, Scared TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Unreliable Narrator, Hallucinations, Mentioned Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Tags Contain Spoilers, Tags Are Hard, no beta we die like ghostbur

[sunflwercrybaby]

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Video Blogging RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Karl Jacobs/Sapnap, Karl Jacobs&Sapnap Characters: Karl Jacobs, Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Street Racing, karlnap, Alternate Universe - Car Racing, Graffiti, Fluff, Angst, smut (only a little), Strangers to Lovers, Pining, multiple car chases, a lot of law breaking, no beta we die like ghostbur, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, sapnap is a car guy, karl loves art, wilbur makes an appearance, karls family kind of sucks Summary:

Sapnap has always loved racing, even with his shitty car. He tries his best to stay out of trouble, but when he finds a boy painting under a bridge and saves him from the cops, it seems like everything he knows is changing. Karl is wild and spontaneous and it seems like every time they're together Sapnap only falls in deeper. Karl starts dragging him on midnight adventures and Sapnap starts putting his whole future on the line just to get behind the wheel for one more race. It's only a matter of time before everything spirals out of control.

chapter 9 !!!

[set--suna]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ranboo & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF) Characters: Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Ghostbur - Character, Wilbur Soot, Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF) Additional Tags: Ranboo's gettin PISSED, Tommy's gettin SICK, Sickfic, Comfort/Angst, Mentioned manipulation, Anger, Ranboo talks to Jjjjjjjjeffrey to organize his thoughts, Half enderman Ranboo, Mentioned Dream, Holding Hands, Platonic Affection, don't ship minors that shit's gross, No Beta We Die Like Wilbur in Skyblockle Series: Part 12 of Pogtopia Breakdown Summary:

Ranboo had realized it today. Tommy was in so much pain, so much that Ranboo had no idea how he could help. He'd stayed with Tommy until he asked him to leave. It was easy to see how messed up it made him to be left all alone with Dream. Dream was manipulating him. Ranboo could see that clear as day with one visit. Tommy talked about how no one came to see him except Dream. Dream came each day to destroy his items and make sure he stayed in line. Dream was stamping out Tommy's flame faster than anyone bothered to notice.

When he tried not to act pitiful towards Tommy, he'd told him no one who came asked him if he was okay. No one told him things were going to get better. He relied on Dream so heavily just for some human contact. It... It pissed him off.

[sxltedcxramel]

Chapter one; The beginning of four months

: ̗̀➛ Summary:  After months of planning and teasing chat, Ranboo and Tubbo moved in together and Ranboo was happy to move in with his best friend. But… no one told him he would have to deal with a certain something every night.

: ̗̀➛ Word Count: 568

: ̗̀➛ Chapters: 1/6

: ̗̀➛ Tags: Fluff, Tubbo, Ranboo, No beta we die like ghostbur o7, Ranboo is done with Tubbo’s shit. He is also tire period, Honestly same, Authour is sleep deprived

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: None

: ̗̀➛ Taglist: Here

: ̗̀➛ Link(s): Ao3

: ̗̀➛ Notes: I had like so little sleep when I came up and wrote this idea so uhm this is the cleaner doesn’t sound like I’m drunk vers. Don’t actually expect it to be good though. Gift for @mcyt-sh1t (i think this was for a ask you sent me but I reblog too much not gonna look then I tried searching for it and gave up so take it :D) (also buckle up kids the titles just get worst from here on out) (no I’m not late you are shush /lh)

Ranboo wants to move back to America

Ok, you know what he was happy, Really he wasn’t complaining. He finally moved to the UK and was living with his best friend and on top of that, he could meet his other online friends. But no one told him he would have to deal with Tubbo’s nighttime chaotic thoughts.

What? You don’t get what he’s talking about?

Okay, well let me explain. It all started the first-day Ranboo was in the UK

Both had streamed that day, Tubbo did one before MCC and they successfully tricked chat, it was really fun and everybody was excited but no one could be more exhilarated than these two. Separated by being in different countries and not only that a deadly virus, they were thrilled they could finally meet up with each other. After the tournament, Ranboo wasn’t tired so he decided to do a small QnA stream which went smoothly (except for when Tubbo got locked in the bathroom but we won’t talk about that)

After the stream the two had watched a movie, it was really cool and they both enjoyed it. Casually imputing random commentary whether if it was just jokes or them two questioning their humanity after one of the characters did something idiotic. Needless to say, they had enjoyed it. Towards the end of it, Tubbo was the only one awake.

When the credits rolled in the brunette had looked to the side and saw his best friend peacefully sleeping holding one of the plushies he brought, Tubbo smiled softly and decided to let him sleep.

He on the other hand decided on being on his phone till he actually fell asleep. The bee boy grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat back carefully on the couch not trying to stir the taller one awake.

It was after about ten minutes Tubbo had an epiphany, now usually he would text Ranboo about his quarrels and it would take him a bit to answer (because ya know the timezone difference) but this time he was right here.

Tubbo cursed at himself internally, Ranboo might be here but he was also asleep though

Tubbo starred as the blonde. A few seconds passed before he thought to himself ‘Ah fuck it’ he needed answers and he was going to get them

“Ranboo” he whispered

He didn’t move

“Ranboo.. ranboo” he repeated twice but the time he took his foot and nudged him

Alright, Tubbo was impatient and he waits for no man “Ranboo!!” He yelled making the other shot up awake and fall of the couch. The American blinked before looking at Tubbo and sighed shakily while he clenched on white tee out of pure shock “Tubbo what is it” he groaned as he let his head hit the carpet (yea carpet he was still gonna say it no matter what Tubbo said)

“I have a question.”

Ranboo dropped his arm on his face covering up his eyes “Couldn’t it wait till tomorrow?” He mumbled

“It’s important” the older pushed

He sighed “Alright”

“Did you know firefly is the opposite of waterfall?”

Ranboo paused

He shot up and stared at Tubbo's unknown eye colour “You woke me up for that?!”

“It’s important is it not?” Tubbo questions

“What no, no! I’m going to bed” he snatched his stuff and headed out

Tubbo blinked

“Well that was rude”

Taglist: @ttakinou

[yuri-shibuya]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Toby Smith | Tubbo, Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Character Study, knight tubbo, Darker Vibes, Arctic AU, no beta we die like ghostbur, Alternate Universe - Historical, Military Ranks, does it count as a knight if the royal guard are a completely separate branch of military?, Mentioned TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Mentioned Wispexe - Freeform, mentioned captain sparklez Series: Part 2 of We Raise Our Cups Summary:

“Impress them.”

Tubbo was a smart boy, smarter than some others out on the streets. He knew what his chances were. But he was also hungry, so very hungry and he knew one way out.

Even if it meant lying and joining the very place he wasn’t allowed to join.

After all, that’s what it means to be Arctic. Survival.

----- Or Tubbo illegally signs up for the Arctic Military. (ft. Tubbo’s first impression of Prince Tommy.)

(Arctic AU)