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HELL YEAH LETSGO JIMMY YOU WET CAT OF A MAN
And of course, this has to be the first reply that I see.
#jimmy solidarity#joel smallishbeans#should I even tag Joel#In all seriousness#really proud of Jimmy#He even mentioned that he might not hit 1 mill this year#And he did it#Good for him#Been watching him since Afterlife SMP#And had not stopped since#Really looking forward to the next stream when he talks about this#:)
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I found This is About a Stuffed Bird bc of you and its one of my favorite fics ever. Do you by chance have more suggestions?
hermitcraft/mcyt fic recs? :0 let's go!!
i get a lot of my fic recs from other friends since i don't really go out and search on my own all too much for this fandom. but there are lots of great works out here! i will be listing out some of my favorites :3 mostly hc but a couple general mcyt ones that i think are an excellent read no matter what. all of the fics i'm listing will be genfic without ships!
also i just realized a lot of my bookmarks are grian-centric which is funny i guess because i am admittedly quite picky about content of my other favorites and grian just tends to have the most content in the fanbase. hope that'll be alright
(i hope some of my friends and mutuals don't mind me tagging them for their works)
hermitcraft longfics:
the last days of the free angel of carrows by @theminecraftbee - loved stuffed bird? here's another great longfic by second! this one is about joe and cleo in an urban fantasy mystery setting. again, second writes our beloved hermits into an captivating au!
leaping and hopping on a moonshadow by @lunarblazes - a fantasy au by luna my beloved! pearl suddenly gains magical powers and goes on a quest to find her long-lost friend grian who might know what's happening to her. she meets a lot of familiar faces along the way!
Recall by @redwinterroses - hey, i was the artist for this one! :D mumbo goes missing, so grian and scar search for him. they find that grumbot has been up to some... things along the way. the fic isn't finished but i think the chapters red put out is worth a read if you don't mind leaving off on a cliffhanger because it really is super interesting
dramaturgy by wormcity - a universe where gem and pearl join in a season 7 that was never finished. mumbo became the mayor, but the turf war went so very wrong afterwards. admittedly i have not finished reading this yet because ummm short on time xD but it's super interesting with a lot of layers of drama(turgy hahaha)!
hermitcraft short fics/oneshots:
for trying. by @autistic-evil-xisuma - a stuffed bird universe oneshot of x and xisuma during their lab days. great if you want to be sad over the doomed brothers again :D
the wheels on the bus by sparxwrites - a hilarious post-s8 oneshot about grian being a little shit towards the watchers. one of the first fics i've read from this fandom and i still love it
a body is an object by ruffboi - grian is a mimic, and pearl's arrival in s8 shakes him up. she hasn't seen him in a while and is quite upset to learn that the grian she knew died a long time ago. a great read for familial connections and conflict of friendships!
Goatman and the Rift by TheDepressedCanary - doc's eldritch powers start acting up when the rift appears. what shenanigans will ensue?
other mcyt fics/crossovers:
late at night, when the stars don't look quite right by @lunarblazes - an excellent empires s1 and hermitcraft crossover longfic, where grian lands into the server and is discovered by pearl! very great worldbuilding and relationships, i especially love the dynamic between gri and pearl and pearl and gem :D
every new discovery is just a reminder by amaranthinecanicular - grian begins pulling alternate versions of the hermits from the life series into the server. he does save a lot of them, but at what cost? it does end on a cliffhanger but this is genuinely one of the most captivating oneshots i've ever read... argghhh
The Fair and the Brave and the Good by @slashmagpie - an afterlife smp longfic centered around the shelby, scott, and sausage. i have never watched afterlife smp before in my LIFE and this is still one of my favorite pieces of literature ever. the characters and worldbuilding is impeccable and perfect if you like something dark with themes of hope and renewal.
Two Can Keep a Secret (If One of Them is Red) by anonymous secretmcblog - a 3L oneshot! ren suspects grian has stockholm syndrome with his pact to stay with scar, but his expectations are wrong. a truly excellent read and one of them first fics i've read! i still go back to reread it from time to time
dog at the door by fluffy_papaya & iamsolarflare - a longfic where doc and ren take a trip on a van on their way to s8. ren, however, is not quite himself, and doc has to learn to befriend the red king.
devil town is colder in the summertime by @bananasofthorns - a oneshot from a 100hsmp/life series d&d au! team BEST ventures into a cursed evil fucked up forest. uh oh.
Interview with the Aftermath by @ranchersrevenge (wanderlasts) - the last life contestants are invited for an interview. the responses vary greatly.
stars, smoke, and stolen car keys by wormcity - a 100hsmp modern au oneshot where grian, scar, and joel go on a hike. it doesn't go quite as they expected.
the beehive state by amaranthinecanicular - a dsmp oneshot after wilbur moves to utah. tommy visits him, and the two reconnect. i have to say i stopped following dsmp a long time ago but this fic made me BAWL. i don't even think you need to know any of the characters that well to really enjoy just how amazing the writing itself is
Can't Go Back (This Time) by @duckmumbo (musicaltvbooks) - soup group goes end raiding and accientally finds themselves in afterlife smp. nothing goes wrong, surely! also admittedly i havent finished reading this either but roy i swear i will. this is a great read nevertheless and the soup group dynamic is impeccable!
TommyInnit's unbeatable method of avoiding sudden death by eneliii - on the train of dsmp fics, this is the superhero au longfic that inspired my own hc superhero au, vdhau. it's a lot of funny shenanigans with tommy and his friends. the fic does take a dark turn at the end, but that can be skipped entirely (as said by eneli herself) if you just want the wholesome aspects.
if you don't mind a little self promo, here are some of my fics!
it takes two to play (the game of mutual secrecy) - the aforementioned hermitcraft hero au. this installment is centered around xisuma and evil x as brothers resolving their issues through hero work and solving the mystery of welsknight's disappearance :D there are other works that are set in the same universe if you're interested for more!
how to form the ultimate besties dynamic: an unreliable tutorial by hypnotizd - a oneshot! hypno is a warlock who goes treasure hunting under the sea. he meets a guardian who later becomes his unlikely friend.
smoke and mirrors, the hunt perseveres - grian's arrival in empires s2 unwittingly brings the watchers' suspicions with him. cue jimmy freaking out and a lot of shenanigans.
ballad of etho’s lab - my newest installment! a oneshot about etho's storied life as the redstone god.
i'm also currently working on the sequel to the game of mutual secrecy and a new (well not exactly new since i made concept art for it) au called private detective gem tasey! these will likely be released sometime late january or february. have fun with these fic recs! i haven't been reading as much lately but i hope ill be able to find more if anyone else asks in the future. cheers!
edit: the fics are out! here they are!
hiding in plain sight (the meaning of trust) - sequel to the hermitcraft hero au! it follows an escaped lab rat trying to acquaint themselves with human society while avoiding suspicion and making friends with familiar faces from tgms ;D
private detective gem tasey: a rotten mystery in london - a hermitcraft detective au where gem gets hired for a case that spirals completely into drama and politics!
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A List of Every SMP I'm aware of Scott Smajor Being In...
A continuation of my previous thought: this man has been in far too many SMPs and I'm here to prove it. I came back to this fandom two years later and found him still here???? I'm impressed and astounded, and I feel the need to inform people. He is the final boss of MCYT. The crux of the crossover. He knows all.
(FYI, I don't know everything about everything he's been in. I think that's impossible. I've researched a lot of this as I write it, but there's some stuff I might not know from just...not remembering it from back in the day when I watched it, and not having time to watch all of it over again.)
Full SMPs:
1. Crazy Craft (2015-2016)
2. Harmony Hollow (2015-2020)
3. Sims Craft (2016-2017)
4. Troll Craft (2016-2017)
5. One Life (2016-2019)
6. Chamber of Iris (2017)
7. The Deep End (2018)
8. Funcraft (2018)
9. Cutecraft (2018-2019)
10. KingdomCraft (2019-2022)
11. SMP Earth (2019-2020)
12. Legacy SMP (2020)
13. X Life (2020)
14. Traffic SMP (2021-2023/Ongoing?)
15. Origins SMP (2021-2022)
16. Empires SMP (2021-2023/Ongoing?)
17. Afterlife SMP (2022)
18. Area Unknown SMP (2022-2023)
19. Rats SMP (2022-2023)
20. Witchcraft SMP (2023)
21. New Life SMP (2023/Ongoing)
Various Minecraft Series (with other people):
- Diversity w/ BBPaws (2015)
- Build Battle (2015-2016)
- Fairytale Fallout w/ BBPaws (2015-2017)
- Halloween Ville (2016)
- Cube UHC (2016-2019)
- Bed Wars (2017)
- Death Swap (2017-2019)
- Minecraft Championship (2019-2023/Ongoing)
- Nether VS (2020)
- Escape Rooms (2020-2023/Ongoing?)
- Caves & Cliffs VS (2022)
EDIT (10/16/22): Listening to the tags/replies, I have added SMP Earth and Caves & Cliffs VS! If anyone else remembers anything else that's more than cameos, feel free to point it out!
EDIT (8/2/23): Updated the list acknowledging which SMPs had ended and which had begun since I first created this list! I also decided to count his Escape Room series in the various section, as he has it under a playlist!
#scott smajor#dangthatsalongname#og mcyt#mcyt#origins smp#empires smp#harmony hollow#traffic smp#ratsmp#DangThatsTooManySMPs#the worst thing is...I'm probably missing some#final boss Scott
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Owen or Apo for the head canons?
Owen dyed his hair neon orange once. He regretted it deeply, but it still happened!
Owen has a limp on at least one of his legs. Probably from when he got his ass beat so hard that he blacked out for a month.
Both Owen and Apo are neurodivergent because they’re just like me fr fr.
In a world where Owen was dragged kicking and screaming into therapy instead of becoming a soldier, he would have been a farmer.
Afterlife is real so Apo & Rasbi find each other and have a happy reunion…well, bittersweet.
Owen had a fear of fire after The Village Incident. Not that he’d ever show it to anyone. Yes this is partly so his death can be worse I love putting my faves through The Horrors!
Owen and Sparrow would get along at first, they’re pretty similar, until they realized just how much they differed. Like, when you’re friends with someone for months and then all of the sudden they casually they drop in the conversation the most fucked up vile belief ever. This goes both ways.
They got reincarnated into rats smp is real TO ME! In their reincarnation, their previous life felt more like a TV show they watched, where they remembered everything but didn’t feel anger at their current selves. This is solely because of those moments with Owen & Apo referencing Outsiders in the series.
Owen has that insomniac swag. Not even due to his soldier instincts, although that’s part of it, this has just kind of…happened ever since he was a kid. This is projection btw.
Back in early outsiders, Apo would sometimes stay with Owen guarding the gates. He did this mostly as an excuse to try to get his friend some godamn sleep and offer to switch in for him, but it almost never worked.
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Witchcraft smp head-cannons
mainly Scott because i dont watch all pov's
Scott has been using the same crusty makeup since he was 15 at first it was for fun but now he uses it to bring more colour into his face
cleo was reluctant to kill zombies at first but does with much more ease now, she just has to remind herself that otherwise they are subjected to a life of mindless obedience
Prismarina has a habit of making up theories about her fellow witches, she has no idea why but its strangely familiar, her walls are covered in red string
joey was a very sheltered child, but neglected, he had many siblings of all different talents but was the runt of the litter only gaining one power, due to this he is egotistical and seeks validation
when Scott first started necromancy, he was bitten and infected by a zombie, although he managed to stop it his hands remain boney and the skin is easily broken but contains no blood
Lauren -although being the most chaotic- cares deeply for all people she comes across, even after joey betrayed her, Lauren could never outright hate him
cupquake sometimes cant tell if the voices she hears are real, the plants or imaginary. although she tries many grounding techniques sometimes its to hard to tell them apart , so she finds comfort in voices she can recognise easily
Eloise once touched hands with bertha while they were handing over gems, now whenever she practices illusions either Berthas colour scheme or Bertha themselves appear, safe to say she is head over heels
!!TW: self unalive : TW !! after "he" first died, and Scott was having trouble picking up necromancy he considered going to see him himself via death, even if the afterlife didn't exist what if he would be scared of how Scott now looked, what if he had never really loved him. when Scott was in the process of considering it a book on necromancy fell from a shelf, maybe it was the supreme knowing he needed him alive or maybe it was his lost lover giving him one last push
i might add more later who knows
#witchcraft smp#scott smajor#soupforeloise#ihascupquake#laurenzside#joey garceffa#prismarina#zombiecleo#witchcraft smp headcannons
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How Martyn fucked up my timeline by reusing a skin
So since Martyn is straight up playing the Old Sheriff, and Jimmy and Scott agreed that this is what Tumble Town was supposed to look like, USSMP must be a prequel to Empires s2, taking place between the apocalypse of s1 and the founding of s2.
I know this doesn’t make any sense in the context of the smp being a separate world with its own story but like. Come on. Martyn was the final nail in the coffin here.
And because of this… due to the steampunk skin I’m saying that us!Scott is the ancestor of the twin False’s. Which makes this pre-False in Hermitcraft by at least 20 years but likely closer to 50 (Martyn needs to still be alive for Empires s2 but very old) so us!Scott is now False’s grandpa I guess?
And Eloise being a funko pop??? I mean. There’s an easy connection here. Eloise is a toy and the sidekick??? Of a sheriff, gets teased all the time, clearly could be an ancestor of s2 Jimmy.
Speaking of Jimmy, or Saint Jim, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was in some way related to the god shenanigans of Empires whether that be Lizzie in s1 or Joel in s2. Or BDubs I suppose. But for now I’m going to tentatively say he’s a member of S2 Joel’s extended family, likely a demigod of some description, and known as a fierce protector of his people (though his methods may be… controversial)
And… a completely self indulgent piece… his godly lineage traces back to the same god worshipped by Technoblade, due to the fact that he LITERALLY DID THE EXACT SAME BELL THING TECHNO USED TO DO 😭 I’m not ok but it’s fine.
………that headcanon does make Jimmy’s family tree a little fucked up given who I headcanon the Blood God but hey. It’s just ONE instance of Jimmy. And it’s a common name. He could have been named after a different instance of Jimmy. Yeah. It’s fine.
Wait then who is his OTHER parent oh god. There’s… options there. Hm. I’ll need to. Think about that. Decide on a timeline. Cause if it’s pre-hermitcraft that means they wouldn’t know each other so… but Jimmy doesn’t look anything like him or him and that guy certainly isn’t an option…. It can’t be her cause they’re already related… she’s married… I don’t even know if they know each other…Oh wait. Duh. Canonical love interest! There we go! Hard to keep track of shit when you’re integrating events from series you haven’t watched.
Anyway. I know who Jimmy’s parents are. The god of War, Passion, and Devotion, and the Saint of forging paths and the eternal fluctuation of the universe, who was raised from the dead??? Or something to become a being further than mortal after the Blood God achieved apotheosis through a series of events including but not limited to: mass Murder, destruction of a planet, and the bargaining of a few dozen human souls in exchange for god powers. All to save the people they cared about (and cause they’re a fucked up little bastard but like. That’s a given)
That combination is why us!Jimmy Like That. The parents actual identities aren’t super important right now. Or possibly ever, I dunno.
Wait fuck that means s2 Joel is distantly related to…. Ugh fine. It’s weird but it’s FINE. It works with the Saint Pearl lore at least.
Now I just have to decide whether the pile of bullshit that eventually led to us!Jimmy’s birth happened before or after s1 of Empires. Based on sheer vibes I’d like to say after. Which would make Empires s1 officially the beginning of my personal timeline (the aforementioned pile of bullshit is usually marked as the first point in the timeline but it genuinely doesn’t make much sense for it to be before empires 1)
Which means that empires s2 Lizzie is officially the person whose personal family timeline goes back the furthest, cause I hc that her catgirl genes go back to the tiger blood prince of the Lost Kingdom.
So currently how it’s looking is:
Empires 1 > possibly afterlife smp???? > pile of bullshit > hermitcraft overall begins> Evo > smp earth > hermitcraft s6 begins > life series 1-3 > possibly dream smp??? USSMP > Empires 2
Undefined placement with no real ideas: X Life, Witchcraft smp, rats smp, Outsiders smp,
And that’s not even every smp in the overall timeline I just don’t have a scrap of a clue how to mesh Captain Sparklez into this even though he’s critical to the dsmp section of the timeline considering he literally is Tubbo’s origin story in my head
FUCK WHAT ABOUT OSMP
Fuck it that’s the far distant future. Five thousand years ahead. The only one who’s the same person is Phil cause he’s immortal by virtue of Death goddess wife. He’s seen these dumbasses reincarnated at least six times each.
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ALSMP Fanfic: Along The Roads To Sanctuary Ch 1
Bonus also Empires SMP S2 fanfic! I just didn’t want to make the title field too long ^_^;
Characters: PearlescentMoon, Scott Smajor, MythicalSausage, Eddie, Joel Smallishbeans, Bubbles the Dog, Hermes, mentions of other Empires S2 characters, including a certain misplaced warlock… Sausage Supreme
Relationships: MythicalSausage/Scott Smajor
Tags: Canon Divergent, fictional religion, scosage, Afterlife SMP meets Empires SMP S2 but in an AU way,
Warnings: violence, surrealism via magic auras, humorous misunderstandings about infidelity, (tfw your husband cheats on you…with you), kidnapping (although we know how that went in canon)
(Sequel to Echoing Through To You, When The Skies Cry, Until The Blood Moon Descends, Then We’ll Rewrite The Stars, Wherever These Flowers May Grow)
Summary: A happily ever afterlife is interrupted by the distant past; Sausage receives another calling and is sent into a different mortal world from their old one, with Scott insisting on following so they won’t be separated. They both lead brand new lives but only Scott regains memories of the previous one on his own, and he isn’t allowed to remind Sausage about any of it without jeopardizing the mission the angel was sent to complete – a mission someone else was supposed to have dealt with.
(Also available on Ao3!)
[ A/N: Gratitude as usual to Cynthrey for brainstorming and for help translating dialogue lines to Spanish! | Since my sequel title game is getting excessive, I’m noting here that this also follows the events of “Who’s The Unfairest Of Us All”, hence the italicized blurb at the beginning]
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Chapter One
As soon as Sausage and Scott had left after telling her about their encounters with Myth and Smajor, Pearl began to pace around the inside of the royal gazebo, her mind abuzz with thoughts of parallel versions of people. She stopped at one point to wave a hand over the reflecting pool, bringing up a sepia-tone image of a world from the past.
She watched it for a moment, then let out a distressed sigh and returned to pacing around, hands clasped tightly behind her back.
An unfamiliar voice called out from the direction of the pool. “Goddess PearlescentMoon, we need to have words with you.”
Pearl froze, then pivoted on her heel. Rising out of the pool was a bipedal figure made of jittering static. When they fully emerged, they stepped onto the floor, remaining indistinguishable, although Pearl thought she could make out the shape of a pair of closed eyes. “Well, that’s quite an entrance,” she said stiffly. “But – I’m sorry? Who are you?”
“We are one of the higher deities, responsible for matters of the spirit which are involved with all living things. That includes souls. You have something to answer for…”
Behind them, the pool returned to the image of the sepia-washed world just as a figure wearing a crown of red and gold stepped into view.
~*~
Having overseen the settling of night across the mortal realms, the starborne guardian Scott made his way home with a series of mid-air leaps and bounds that left a trail of purple sparkles in his wake all the way back to PearlescentMoon’s realm, where it was also still night. He smiled, thinking of how he and Sausage would have a chance to watch the sunrise together before he took a little rest and the seraph started his daily work. They would still get to spend time together during the day, but night had become very special to him.
“Sausage! I’m back!” Scott called cheerfully as he opened the door. He then gave pause. There was an odd stillness about the place, and he found himself beginning to rush as he went from room to room, looking for any trace of the seraph – a note, perhaps, if he’d had an early duty to attend to. As he entered the bedroom, he could swear he heard the sound of a baby crying, just for a split second – but, no, it had to have just been the creak of the door hinges.
Then he spotted several feathers on the floor, a glint of silver along the tips as the light from the doorway fell on them. “Sausage?” he asked of the empty air.
It was unusual for him to up and leave with no word, regardless of whatever task he had to do. Scott turned, not even entertaining the thought of waiting, and was soon bounding toward the center of the realm where he knew he could find the one person who should definitely know where Sausage was.
The royal gazebo came into view, a humble and rustic structure on the outside that matched its surroundings and had nothing fancy about it that would indicate it was where a goddess held court. She was, at the moment, seated in her wicker throne and chatting with a messenger from some other minor god but her gaze flicked over to Scott as he entered. She held up a hand to pause her conversation then nodded at the starborne.
“Pearl, have you seen Sausage? He wasn’t at home waiting like usual and I didn’t see a note. Was he summoned for something?” He had expected a mere confirmation; he did not expect her look of sympathy.
“I am so sorry, Scott. This is going to be difficult to hear, but he received another calling.”
“What? What do you mean? I thought seraphs didn’t get those anymore!”
“It’s unusual but the situation turned out to be dire. And also complicated. It had to be him.”
“Wait, so… I don’t get to say goodbye or anything?”
“It was urgent.”
Scott hastily considered his options. “So, he’s on some mortal world again… Send me there.”
“I… don’t have that type of power over you.”
Scott tried not to let too much annoyance cross his face. “Then at least show me, please.” He gestured desperately to the reflecting pool set into the gazebo’s floor off to the side.
“There honestly isn’t much to show right now. He only just entered the world, but he’s also starting over – from the very beginning of a new life.” Aware of what he intended to do, and as usual knowing she couldn’t stop him, Pearl added, “You’ll have to do the same if you want to follow him. There are different rules there than the world where you two met.”
Scott’s eyes widened. He hadn’t imagined that sound of a newborn baby. The echo back at their house was Sausage’s connection to this realm. “W-Will he remember me, when we meet again – however many years that ends up being?”
“No. He can’t remember right now. His task requires… other memories. I can’t explain all of it right now. I’ll answer you if you call on me, when you regain your memories of life here, but you absolutely cannot tell him. It’s very important. There is… a great evil that he is now responsible for undoing. You can help protect him if the danger becomes too much – I know you could never be stopped from doing so – but you still have to be careful. Promise me, Scott of the Stars. Promise me you won’t interfere with this destiny.”
Scott’s heart ached. It might be a very long time before Sausage returned to the celestial realm if all of this was to play out as indicated. It would be better to at least be in the same world to help, rather than just watch from above. He murmured out loud, “Now I know how he felt, only able to look in on me in the other world after he ascended…” Then he nodded firmly. “If we were destined to be together despite all the other trials, then this is destiny, as well. I promise.”
~*~
The first decade and a half was something of a blur and spent unaware of the power of the cosmos just beneath his skin, but as Scott made his way into his later teen years, he found himself studying the stars, drawn to follow them and see where they led. He began to explore around outside the idyllic town of llama herders and quiet meadows, collecting shiny rocks from the hills and streams, and occasionally even stumbling upon half-buried relics of a long-ago past – well, mainly pottery shards and arrowheads, but one time he found a gemstone that definitely had been shaped by artisan hands.
This gave him a taste for treasure hunting, and when on trips to other towns while accompanying llama caravans delivering goods, he would stop to scour local history books that might lead him to other shiny discoveries.
Some turned out to be in the clutches of people far wealthier than him. Some were squirreled away in general collections, and others were rumored to still be in the ruins and caverns they had been lost in. He wanted to acquire them all, even though he wasn’t always sure what was behind that urge. Stealing probably wasn’t the best idea…
At least, not without some tricks and training first. He practiced with treasures out in the wild, scaling cliffs and navigating ravines, although finding quite a bit of it to be easier than others might. His agility was unparalleled, and sometimes he seemed to have no regard for gravity at all.
The only thing that ever seemed to – if momentarily – throw him off his game was the sound of a bird taking flight. Something about it always caught his attention right away, and he would be compelled to watch as the bird flew away.
~*~
Elsewhere in the world, a young man learning to be a blacksmith in a peaceful town full of magically-gifted people would wander outside in the evening and sit to gaze up at the sky. His surrogate father, Eddie, the blacksmith training him and a member of one of the anthropomorphic peoples in the area, would join him after tidying up for the day.
One evening, after a particularly busy day and needing the extra hand with cleanup but finding him already gone, Eddie went out to retrieve him. He was on the bench out front as usual, making him easy to find, at least. Eddie put on the act of it being arduous to lower his older, aching body onto the bench. “Well, quite a lot to do still today, yet here you are. Sausage, why do you stare at the sky so much? It will still be there after we’re actually done for the day.”
“Sorry,” the young man offered, laughing awkwardly as he realized he was being scolded. “I can’t help it. They’re just so beautiful! I love seeing them appear as the sky gets dark, like a mystery that’s only revealed in certain light – or, well, lack of light, I guess. Lack of daylight, specifically? Anyway, I love to see them. I - I’ll come inside in a minute, I promise. I wasn’t going to not help close up the shop, I just…” He turned his gaze upward again. “I feel drawn to them. Sometimes I wish I could meet a star.”
Eddie scoffed, although it was a gentle sound. “You know they’re just specks of light, and not something you can actually see in person, right? Aside from legends that say otherwise, but those are still only legends. Even the old stories of spirits from the forests are just people who had nature magic. Probably just someone who had light magic, and either they or someone else claimed they fell from the sky.”
“This is unusually cynical of you tonight. I mean, one day someone might tell the legend of Sausage, the man who could talk to animals! I could be mythical, even!”
“I’m unusually tired and sore tonight, son.” Eddie tried to sound grumpy, but he enjoyed Sausage’s idea of whimsy. “Get back inside and help your old man out, then you can run with your imagination later.”
“Yes, sir, on my way!” Sausage hopped up and scurried inside. Eddie heard him a moment later chattering with a mouse before the sound of a broom sweeping the floor followed. He smiled and folded his arms over his stomach, taking a rest of his own as he admired the sky.
~*~
Adventuring and treasure hunting naturally came with a few costs. There were the occasional close calls where Scott was nearly caught stealing, and the ones where he was caught – an incident with a witch came to mind, when he had merely been trying to procure some potions to help in his endeavors, and while she was busy brewing, his sticky fingers just so happened to try to touch a shiny bauble hidden away on a dusty shelf. He figured she wouldn’t even miss it, considering the number of cobwebs around it. Instead, he ended up running out of her hut with neither the bauble nor the potions, and her threatening that the only reason she didn’t curse him right that second was because he paid for the potions in advance, and she at least was honorable in that aspect.
Then there were the physical scrapes and bumps from hastily escaping traps, his agility saving him from worse damage. He managed to avoid any major breaking of bones, although he did sprain his wrist one time. A little bit of rest and strictly adhering to stretching exercises saw him back to his craft again.
He was more careful about inspecting his surroundings when closing in on an item, now expecting pretty much everything to be trapped in some way. Yet one thing he did not heed was rumors surrounding treasures – he only believed in concrete evidence. No, a tomb was not guarded by an invincible warrior clad in armor; it had a redstone system that assembled iron golems when the trap was triggered. No, people were not stolen away by spirits; they bumbled their way into a hidden pit with a sheer drop all the way down to bedrock while the trap reset overhead.
Someone could say that a relic was ‘haunted’, but he dismissed those claims as nonsense. Actual magic had to be performed in front of his eyes, and until then, he remained skeptical. But it was still a good way to get a lead on where a treasure might be.
One such tale sent him on his longest journey to date, to find the entire treasure room of an ancient kingdom. It was said that the people had fled a great calamity, and with their ruler gone missing, not a second was spared toward worrying about what was inside the castle. Among the treasures were rumored to be a magic staff that allowed the wielder to travel to other dimensions – Scott guessed it might allow someone to magically summon portals to the Nether and to The End – and something called the Nether Star Pendant, said to contain the soul of a grim reaper, and whoever carried the relic with them would be safe from all manner of death. For that one he figured it had a spell of protection on it; there was no possible way a mere gemstone could hold such a spirit.
The ruins seemed promising, once he found them among overgrown fields and the crumbling foundations of buildings long since reclaimed by nature. He made his way to the largest footprint and scoured around until he found a way underground, where the lowest levels of the castle might have survived intact. After no small amount of digging, however, he found the old corridors to be impassible. This was not as simple as buried treasure under a beach somewhere.
He hated to leave empty-handed, but this would take some possibly serious excavation, and he didn’t even know for sure if there would be anything in there. Ancient tragedies eventually passed, and in the aftermath other people might loot an area as soon as it was safe – especially an entire abandoned castle.
He camped for the night under the stars. He would explore around tomorrow, maybe do a little more digging – maybe an extra meter further in might yield something to make this worth it. Even just a fancy sword or two would suffice. Although, perhaps the missing king himself had taken the items when he left, intending to cross dimensions and cheat death.
~*~
Elsewhere in the world, a man was running for his life through a village that was engulfed in fire everywhere he turned. He had lost track of his remaining loved ones in the smoke when everyone scattered. At least one of them needed to escape. At least one of them needed to keep the magic safe.
Well, no. Eddie had insisted that it be Sausage who must absolutely make it out alive and flee far, far away. With arrows streaking past him, he continued to run. He tried to use the smoke and flames to his own advantage until he could reach the outskirts of the village and attempt to lose his pursuers in the forest. As he crossed the border into the trees, he whispered a fervent request to those old spirits of the forest that Eddie had once talked about, hoping they might hear him and aid his escape somehow.
Someone answered, although he saw none of it as he fled, eyes straight ahead to find a path. Behind him the brush grew thicker, tree branches closing in to fill gaps, with vines suddenly swinging down to conveniently catch around a soldier’s chest, almost seeming to pull them backward. Giant sunflowers sprang up to block the way as well, and their stems proved too tough for the soldiers to cut them down with any type of speed.
The tyrant king would still want him – and anyone else possessing so much as a scrap of magic – to be found. Dedicated trackers and assassins would have to handle that.
~*~
Scott checked his map one more time. This was definitely the right desert temple. The supposed marble skull had to be around here somewhere. The drawing in the bottom corner was pretty specific, so it wasn’t like he could mistake it for one of the other dozen, mundane skulls laying around. Someone had once had a very creepy idea of décor, or maybe thought the display would scare off thieves. But he still wasn’t about to become superstitious and turn back.
He sidled around a bend in the corridor, very much continuing to be cautious of traps, however. He gasped quietly. There it was, finally. It practically gleamed in the dark, the light of his torch not yet reaching it, but once he had made his inspection of the floor and walls, the torchlight struck the pink jewel in the skull’s right eye socket.
He grinned to himself. It was magnificent. It would look wonderful in his collection. He kept his eagerness in check, however. Picking up a treasure was where the final two traps would be: triggered by touching the item itself, and by carrying it past a specific threshold.
With the utmost caution he removed the skull from its place. There wasn’t any dust around it to have left an imprint…or to hide some mechanism. He remained alert as he retreated to the doorway of the chamber, and watched every step he took on the way out of the temple. He even waited to see if taking the skull a certain distance caused any reaction, but it seemed he was going to get away with it completely unscathed.
That was, until he woke up the next morning and found he could no longer see out of his left eye.
Except that turned out to be because he no longer had a left eye.
Meanwhile, the skull now sported a brand new, shiny green gemstone in its left eye socket.
The shock and realization of what had transpired was enough to keep him stunned for the better part of the day. Putting the skull back was unlikely to change anything. After all, there was someone out in the world – at least at one time, since there was no way to gauge how long the skull had been there – walking around missing their right eye.
It took longer than he would have liked to gather his thoughts and choose a course of action. Maybe someone with more knowledge of magical artifacts could tell him how to get his eye back. Nothing that he could recall mentioned anything about the skull being magic, only that it was pristine and had a beautiful crystal in it.
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Quiet inquiries eventually led him to an old wizard in a swamp – a very likely place for someone who would have knowledge of a body part stealing-and-transforming artifact. By that point Scott was more than happy to hand over the skull in way of payment, and he figured the weird potion was pretty much meant to knock him out so the wizard could extract his eye from the skull, change it back to normal, and return it to him.
At one point he heard a strange sort of echoing sound, and then felt the warmth of sunlight, and then could smell freshly turned soil, and then tasted honey.
All that was left to sense, then, was…
He opened his eyes. The wizard, the skull – all trace of everything was gone. But he could see properly again. He still had everything else on him that he had brought, so the wizard hadn’t robbed him; whatever reason he had for disappearing before Scott woke was fine to remain a mystery. He was just glad to have his full sight back.
He pushed open the door of the shack, knocking aside a tall sunflower without realizing that it hadn’t been there before. He passed several more sunflowers on the way to find a clear stream to get a look at his face. He leaned over and was startled to see that it wasn’t his eye, because now his left eye was yellow.
Unless maybe it had been altered by being in the skull and then removed from it? With the wizard gone, he had no way of finding… out…
Something else was strange.
His reflection appeared to be glittering, and not just from the sunlight refracting off the water. He looked down at his hands, then turned them forward and back; his skin appeared to be dusted with pinpoints of light. He brushed at them, then dipped them in the water and splashed some on his face, too – since it also glittered in the reflection.
But, no, it wasn’t something that could be washed off.
A memory stirred. He glanced over his shoulder at the nearest sunflower, then looked back down at the water. As the ripples faded out, he saw himself again, but with violet hair and matching eyes, a purple gradient starting bright at his fingertips then darkening as it went down the bare arms of his reflection.
He stumbled backward and landed pressed up against the side of the low hill. His head became a whirlwind of conflicting memories. His life here, but… a life somewhere else. A life of many creatures, not just human, starting with a small mothling and ending with a shooting star that left purple sparkles in its wake.
He gasped and looked at the sunflower again. “P-Pearl? Pearl?! Can you hear me?!” He jumped up and looked around, frantic. “I – I’ve remembered! I’ve remembered! Pearl, help me – where is he?!”
He reasoned that it might take a moment for his words to reach her. In the meantime, he crept back over to look in the water and gingerly touch his cheek below his left eye.
Perhaps the skull had known exactly what it was doing by taking the eye of a starborne.
~*~
“Scott, just remember – it is very important that you do not remind him yet.”
Scott kept that warning circulating in his head as he made plans. Pearl had responded by coming to him in a dream and giving him a quick briefing. Sausage was somewhere called Sanctuary, building the next phase of his life in this world. Scott would do the same to keep up appearances – a place of his own, rather than simply trying to move into Sanctuary right off the bat. Taking inspiration from the life that had gotten him to this point, he named it Chromia; a small kingdom situated in a flower meadow, which was his own poignant reminder of his home in another world.
It also conveniently gave him a source for trading with local villages, and he made a bittersweet pun out of calling Chromia “a place to dye for”. He looked forward to the day when Sausage might pick up on the second layer of the joke.
In the meantime, he learned that not only did his replacement eye reveal his own appearance, it also showed a glowing aura around magical items; he supposed starbornes could be considered magical beings. Upon this discovery, he tore through his collection, looking for anything of exceptional power that he might use to help Sausage when the time was right.
He found a set of five rings that glowed brightly and one gaudy scepter that had a spell contained within it. Items that had been proclaimed to be special turned out to be mundane, while a few others were, surprisingly, lit up like torches. He soon figured out that with a little concentration he could see the hidden runes floating around things, and he translated a few of them as he went along. The rings all had protection ensorcelled upon them. The scepter held a single fire charge.
A pair of netherite scimitars caught his attention. He remembered fighting with a sword and shield just fine in the past, but perhaps he could start practicing with them. They had a few layers of spells on them, which would doubly come in handy. He decided he would keep them secret, and let everyone think the ruler of Chromia had standard battle skills – more a colorful surface than substance underneath.
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When an invitation went out calling on all the rulers of the lands to meet and discuss one big trade deal, Scott saw his chance to finally see how Sausage was faring. At first the gathering was dominated by a very outspoken goblin then everyone began talking over each other, but Scott’s focus was on Sausage, to the exclusion of anyone else. He appeared much the same, having managed to obtain a scar over his right eye again and was… well, honestly, quite a bit more buff-looking than Scott remembered. When Sausage loudly announced that he was trading in every type of wood that existed, it was clear the extra muscle came from lumberjack work.
Scott mentally shook off the distraction and began to analyze the others, just in case. No one seemed like too much of a threat so far… The presence of a pirate seemed a little shady, but that might have just been the instincts of one thief to another.
There was, however, one more shock of the day for him. One person towered above everyone else – literally. As Scott’s gaze traveled up their body to their face, and then as he focused on their voice amid the cacophony, he realized he recognized who it was. He couldn’t help murmuring out loud, “What are the odds of it being this world…”
Joel. It was Joel. The weather god. And he was showing no sign of recognizing him – or Sausage, for that matter – as he turned from his current conversation to look down at Scott. “What’s the matter, little colorful man? I noticed you on that hill near Stratos. You had better stay on your own side of the border. I’ve got big plans, because I’m a big god, and you don’t want to get on my bad side.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Scott replied coolly. “Don’t worry. I planned to just stick to my flower fields.” He turned away to not let the calculating look show on his face. There was no telling how long it had been since Joel had last seen them. Time was always a funny thing between the mortal and higher realms. It was possible Joel had forgotten all about the two florans who had been wandering around his world when he had been a fledgling god. Of course, they were also both decidedly less leaf-covered and not flower-bedecked now, despite Scott’s comment about fields.
A wistful look now crossed Scott’s face as he wandered away from the group. He might have managed to establish Chromia on top of lands that he and Sausage had once worked to repair. The idea was solidified when he wandered far enough for a distant structure to come into view, and he soon recognized it as the Greatbridge of Gilded Ratio – or, the Ancient Capitol, as the archeologist who was studying it called it.
“Hey – Scott, was it?”
His heart fluttered as he heard Sausage call him by name. “Yes, that’s me.” He kept his tone even as he turned to see the founder of Sanctuary jogging over to him. He tried very hard to not stare, for a few reasons. Then he realized something; just because he couldn’t remind Sausage of their previous lives didn’t mean he couldn’t show attraction to him. “What can I do for a strong, handsome man like yourself?”
“Um.” Sausage let out one of his giggles that Scott now realized he missed hearing. “I just, um, I heard you trade dyes? I have some colorful building designs I want to try, but I’m going to need a lot of dye for the concrete. Can we set up some kind of extra deal between just the two of us?”
“Sure. I’m actually lacking tree variety in Chromia. I’ll trade you color for color – I’m thinking regular planks might get too boring after a while.”
“I would highly recommend spruce for a lot of things, though!”
“Oh, that goes without saying, that you would—” Scott caught himself, “…because you seem to know what you’re talking about, being a lumberjack and all. I would assume decorating taste goes along with it, best use of each type and all that.”
“Oh, yes yes yes, architecture is another hobby of mine!” Sausage smiled proudly, perhaps glad that someone was seeing beyond his brawny exterior. “You should visit Sanctuary after I’ve built it up some more, you might enjoy what I have in mind, since you seem to also like a good color combination.”
Scott smiled warmly. “I’d like that. You can let me know how it’s going whenever you come by Chromia with a delivery. And you’re also welcome to stay for a little while, if you like…” He lightly placed a hand on Sausage’s arm and decided to not be subtle as he offered an admiring glance.
Sausage grinned in response, blissfully unaware that it was his own husband flirting with him, but clearly appreciating the interest.
~*~
Upon returning from the gathering, Scott decided he needed a better way to communicate with Pearl other than waiting for her to visit him in dreams. Recalling how Sausage had been able to focus directly on him via the memorial dais in the cemetery of Heaven’s Reach, he disguised a small shrine as seemingly just another part of a patch of sunflowers next to a supply shed, while including a small reflecting pool to ‘fancy up’ the shed itself. He figured it also counted as a nod to the farming goddess.
It took a day or two of visiting and quietly speaking her name over it, but there came a point where he walked past it and caught a glow coming off of it with his replacement eye. He smiled in relief and stopped to gaze into the pool. “Pearl. I can see you’ve connected. Can you hear me right now?”
The surface of the water shimmered, then the goddess’ face appeared. “I hear you and see you. Clever of you to think of this.”
“Well, you gave the suggestion last time. I figured it could work again. I’ve spoken with Sausage. He seems well, and didn’t recognize me at all, so the memory thing is working perfectly. I assume I’m allowed to spend time with him as long as I don’t purposely try to trigger anything.”
Pearl smiled patiently. “Yes, you can be friends with him. I did say you could help him. Just keep your own disguise up.”
“I do have one question, and it’s more for me than him. Do you know what, um, happens if someone gains access to a piece of a starborne? Can it be used to influence the stars in any way?”
Pearl’s expression became sad. Scott’s stomach twisted, now worried he had inadvertently caused a bigger issue – except, he didn’t know at the time he was risking a starborne’s body, nor knew what the skull was capable of. “I don’t know why it took your eye, Scott,” she said, startling him since he hadn’t told her any of that yet. “But I tried to help you as best I could.”
“Wait, what do you mean? Did you read my mind while you were in that dream?”
“No. I had been watching both of you. Dire events were happening around him, so I checked on you, too, to see if anything pivotal was also going on around you. I saw you seeking help. That wizard was only going to give you a glass eye, but I imbued it with power that could help you. Why do you think it’s yellow, and not green?”
Scott touched his left cheek. “Yellow… …like a sunflower. But… then it triggered my memory…”
“Yes. I had something else in mind to give you a nudge to start the process, but I had to intervene somehow in that moment. Now you’ve got a little divine assistance to help out more.”
“So, I can see what I really look like, and I can see a glow around magical items. Is there anything else? Wait, why didn’t I see what Sausage really looks like – I mean, he doesn’t usually sparkle like I do, but wouldn’t an angelic aura count?”
“You’ll be able to see more in time, when and as needed. For now, it’s just an extra edge. Have those magic items at hand, and so on.”
“I figured I would keep them handy, yeah.” Scott tried to think of anything else to ask, but nothing came to mind right away. “I’ll check in again if anything else out of the ordinary happens. I guess you can give me a signal to call me over to this shrine if you need to tell me anything, too. For now, I’ll keep just being Scott, ruler of Chromia.”
Pearl now smiled gently. “Live your own life, too. It’s sort of like another chance at a mortal life.”
Scott gave her a sad look. “Pearl, you know I can’t have much of a life without him beside me. This is like life-adjacent, where I only see him from a distance.”
[ Chapter Two ]
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Fandoms: Double Life SMP, 3rd Life SMP
Relationships: Grian & GoodTimesWithScar
Characters: Grian, GoodTimesWithScar
Summary:
What happened after the battle was over and all of the mistakes were already made? What happens to the souls after it's all finished?
(Fic Tags: double life smp-freeform, desert duo, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Afterlife, I let Desert Duo do a Flower Husbands basically, Grian is not vibing, watchers stuff but only if you care enough, it's like one sentence, Grian Icarus Imagery, It talks about 3rd Life for a sec, no beta we die like 3rd Lifers, and as we have all come to know:, goose has no idea how to tag their fics)
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After Grian died, he didn’t do anything for a while. He moved back to outside the charred remnants, if you could even call them remnants at this point, of the Red Velvet Keep, and then he sat there. He was no more than a specter in this world anymore. Everything began to end in the distance, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. He couldn’t bring himself to watch the end of all of it again.
The sun had set and come back up before he finally moved. As he looked up from the ground he’d become so accustomed to staring at, he realized this was somewhere new. Well, maybe not entirely new, but it wasn’t where he’d been before. He stood up and looked behind him to see the Red Velvet Keep, restored to almost its former glory, next to the Panda Reserve, not quite how he remembered it. Now it looked like there had been some more time to put into it- more materials had been foraged for it, and more details were added. Maybe it was bigger now as well? He wasn’t sure.
He walked into the Panda Reserve, taking a few sticks of bamboo and sitting in a corner. It was a strange sort of quiet. There were the sounds of all sorts of mobs around him, and the crunching of grass beneath feet. It was calm. The sun was in the sky. By all means, it should have been beautiful, but it was simply… dull.
More time passed. He didn’t really bother to think about exactly how much. He was out of bamboo though. The pandas had eaten it all, and now one of them was curled up against him. He was tired. Thoughts rushed through his head like a torrent of water. This was his fault. Icarus flying too close to the sun, crashing back to the water as he had before, and he would again. He thought he could do it. He just needed a little more time. But in the end, it was his fault that Scar died once again.
It was like they never left the peak of that mountain, shoes sinking into the sand as he dealt the final blow, alone in the silence. The pit in his stomach as the reality sunk in. This was the end. Maybe it wasn’t the end for the final time. It wasn’t this time, or the times before, but the end had come. That world was gone, with memories being the only remnant- the only proof that it really happened- whether for better or for worse.
Was it worth it?
He’d heard that question in his head since the moment he died. He wasn’t sure if it was him asking himself that question or not. Such a simple question, and he didn’t know. He didn’t know what the question meant, so he didn’t know his answer. Was it worth it to spend another life with Scar, if it just meant more pain in the end. That’s what it always meant. Were good memories worth the heartache?
In his thought, he didn’t even notice the sound of footsteps in the grass getting closer- the shadow on the ground that was slowly cast over him. When he looked up, Scar stood before him, Jellie on his shoulders. He reached out a hand to help Grian up. He took Scar’s hand, stumbling to his feet as he quickly tore his hand back, brushing himself off. He couldn’t bring himself to look Scar in the face after all he’d done.
They stood in silence. It felt like time had stopped. The rustle of the wind in the trees, the pandas’ footsteps in the grass- all of it seemed to go quiet. Grian fidgeted uncomfortably with the sleeves of his sweater, trying to process all of the words he needed to say- the apologies he wanted to give. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
“I’m so sorry. This was all my fault.” He balled up his fists, furious with himself. “I thought… I thought I could make it. I thought I could help. I feel horrible. I ruined everything for both of us.” A tear rolled down his face, disappearing into the grass as it dropped off his chin. “I’m so sorry, Scar.” He whispered.
As he stared at the grass, a hand appeared on his shoulder. Scar smiled at him. “We’re here now, aren’t we? I’m not sure where exactly here is, but the Keep is back. We have the Jellie Pandas.” Grian looked up. “Everything seems alright if you ask me.”
Scar took a step back, petting a panda that had nuzzled up next to him. “Take all the time you need.” He began to turn away. “I’ll be in the Keep when you’re ready. It seems there’s all the time in the world.” Scar walked out of the panda reserve, and into the spiked walls of the Red Velvet Keep. Grian, on the other hand, stayed in the reserve a while longer. Perhaps he was Icarus, doomed to fall to his own hubris. But unlike Icarus, he had someone to pull him from the waters. He wouldn’t drown.
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In un'altra vita.
Characters: (Post Coasty SMP) Michael King, Sofer, Wily, (mentions of) Adam
No tws/cws
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"Is this really necessary, King?" The general asked, following closely behind Michael as they moved uphill. Michael turned his head slightly to stare down the other, it immediately made the other shrink away from him as he turned his head back to the direction they had been walking in for a good hour. "I need to do this." Which couldn't have been more true, ever since he had been brought back, he had been planning on coming back here. To see him.
Adam.
Even hearing his name made him remember seeing his body, his blood that had been spilled by Blue. The only peace Michael got in that situation was that Blue paid for what he did, Michael remembered how it felt when the spade dug into the others neck. He had screamed and screamed for him to stop while he pushed it down further in with his boot, dead silent.
It was so odd to think that had only been months before, in the afterlife it'd been years. He'd finally started to move on from what had happened, but he had to get pulled back in- he had to relive that pain once more, and the wounds he thought he had once stitched together broke open and pained him once more.
"Is that a cross?" Sofer spoke out, pointing to the mound of dirt that had a cross made out of two branches tied together dug into it, "That's it.. hey, listen-" Michael began, stopping in his tracks and turning around. "Could I please be left alone for a minute? ..need to say some things, in private."
Although the other two may have found it odd he pulled them all the way out here for such a long walk, just to ask to be left alone- they didnt bother to try and argue with it. Neither of the two wanted to know what would happen if they denied his request, they needed him. Not vice versa. "Alright, come on." Wily nodded, grabbing Sofer by the shoulder and pulling them away to walk back in the direction they just came from.
When they were out of earshot, the ravenette quickly paced towards the grave he had made for his friend so long ago. "Hey, Adam." He sighed softly, getting down on one knee before the pile of dirt and looking at the cross as if it was the man he had failed. "I'm sorry.
I'm sorry about not being able to help you, I'm sorry about failing to help you get back home, I'm sorry about what happened.. I pray that if you can hear me, I can gain your forgiveness. I can't save you now, but.." he went quiet, head hanging low for a moment or two as he regained his composure. "I'm going to help these people, I'm gonna save them the way I couldn't save you."
Michael knew he was talking to no one besides himself, but he still hoped there was some chance that Adam could hear him, that somewhere- his friend mightve been watching over him. As silly as that sounded, the thought brought him some semblance of comfort. "But.. even though I couldn't save you here, maybe in another time I did.. Forse in un'altra vita I did.
...goodbye, my friend. I'll never forget you." King smiled weakly, gently patting the mound of dirt as he began to stand up. He found himself continuing to stare at the grave, he had to force himself to turn away and turn around. Michael stood there for a second or two before he began to move back towards the others.
Forse in un'altra vita, right?
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The Line Terminates Nowhere and Everywhere
No Warnings Apply
General Audiences
Jschlatt & Wilbur Soot
Dream SMP
Word Count: 1,110
Completed
Wilbur's head was clearer than it had been for... a long time, and he knew what was happening.
But that doesn't mean he wanted to think about it too much.
There were a few things Wilbur knew.
He was dead. He’d lost his final life and there would be no respawn.
He was stood on a train platform
Something wearing his face was leaving on the train, that was being conducted by a man with a strange mix of his father’s face and Dream’s.
Schlatt was passed out on the bench near the ticket office that was covered in bedrock.
He wasn’t quite sure when it sunk in that the person that was leaving the platform was his ghost, or something similar. Or when it sunk in that his only company for the rest of eternity would probably be Schlatt.
He wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
On one hand, they’d been friends once upon a time. On the other, Schlatt was the man who’d exiled him and his little brother from L’Manberg and was the catalyst for Wilbur’s downfall.
He was still staring down the platform, watching to see if another train would come by, maybe someone else losing their final life with L’Manberg’s destruction. He knew that Techno would spawn Wither’s. He knew his friends would continue to fight. He wouldn’t be surprised if another train came along with Tommy or Tubbo as passengers. He was still staring down the tracks as a hand landed on his shoulder. He turned his head to the side to see Schlatt looking at him. They stood looking at each other for a moment, neither smiling nor frowning. Just… looking.
“I’m not sorry.” It was Schlatt who spoke first, breaking the silence but not the eye contact. Wilbur was the first to look away, looking down at his hands before stuffing them into the pockets of his trench coat.
“I know. Neither am I.” They stayed silent, Schlatt’s hand falling from Wilbur’s shoulder to dig deep into his pocket.
Neither were sure how long they had stood there, but they were both certain that no one else would be joining them any time soon. The tracks had been perfectly silent since the train had left, save for the quiet dripping coming from further down the platform.
It seemed to echo around them, the quiet, rhythmic dripping and for as long as they had been standing there, neither could quiet tell which end it was coming from, just that it was further down the platform. Most likely past the fog that obscured the actual end of the platform.
A few moments after he was absolutely sure another train wasn’t coming; Wilbur took a breath then nodded his head down the platform. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. As soon as he started walking, Schlatt was moving alongside him. It was strangely reminiscent of the moments between adventures and challenges, when they’d just walk aimlessly together, too drained to talk but basking in the comfort of not being alone.
The dripping never seemed to get louder, or quieter as they walked, but broken signs buzzed above them every few metres. Schlatt seemed to be looking around much more than Wilbur was, like he was trying to find something new, but Wilbur knew somewhere in the back of his mind, that nothing was going to change. The platform would continue for what seemed like forever, never ending and never changing.
(The voice telling him this was his afterlife sounded suspiciously like his father. He could remember his father telling him once, after his mother was gone. He remembered his father telling him that his mother would be ok, and that they would be as well.)
(Another voice that sounded like Schlatt was telling him he deserved nothing more than this underground train platform. That he didn’t deserve whatever his mother had instead of this hellscape.) He knew Schlatt wasn’t actually saying anything, but even so, he couldn’t find it in himself to disagree. He didn’t deserve the fields of flowers his mother loved so much, or the setting sun she seemed to glow in, or the smell of fresh baked bread from Niki’s bakery he was starting to wish he lived long enough to smell again, or the sunrise that seemed to be the only thing that could make him feel warm in his final weeks.
He deserved this empty platform, with no trains, and buzzing signs that couldn’t tell him where he was, and the constant dripping that he was sure would drive him insane if he couldn’t learn to ignore it, and Schlatt for his only company. He knew that as soon as they stopped walking, or they started talking, that these moments of peace would be over. He knew that eventually, they’d talk again, and it would turn from spoken words to insults to screaming and digs that would be much too harsh and barbed with poison.
He knew, the moment the arguing started, that he’d start missing Tommy, and the way he could make an argument seem like a normal Tuesday afternoon conversation. He knew the moment Schlatt would make a dig at his rebellion, that he’d miss Techno and Tubbo; ow optimistic Tubbo was to get L’Manberg back and how Techno was willing to do anything to get rid of it, both of them appealing to the different sides of him they’d known. He knew the moment he actually started to come to terms with being dead, when the feeling of death and everlasting cold and the emptiness in his lungs sunk in, that he’d start to miss Phil. He’d miss the feeling of Phil sat next to him making paper lanterns for his mother, he’d miss the feeling of Phil’s arms around him after a nightmare, and the quiet cries as he’d lain in his father’s arms dying and how comforting it felt to know his father still cared, despite him being so far gone.
For now, though, he was content to just walk with Schlatt in silence. Content to walk along this never-ending platform. Content to know that with him and Schlatt gone, maybe, just maybe, Tommy and Tubbo could be kids again and that Niki could reopen her bakery. Maybe Phil would move on, and maybe he wouldn’t, but Wilbur was content knowing he would have Tommy and Techno to help him.
And he knew now, that it was his ghost that he had seen leaving on that train. He wasn’t sure how that would affect his family grieve, but he hoped his ghost wouldn’t do more harm than good.
But for now, he’d just have to wait, until his family joined them in their own time. Hopefully, he thought wistfully, that he wouldn’t see them for a long time, especially not Tommy.
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Ghostinnit was what???? Where's the clip???
quackity made his deal (in the stream where he started torturing dream) with Glatt rather than dead!schlatt (deatt?) ! we know this for a couple reasons
- it was foreshadowed by glatt sending quackity a message in a book, which is something that someone stuck in the afterlife wouldn’t be able to do.
- in the afterlife tommy said that schlatt had been asleep for months. we get the idea that deatt really just drinks, does drugs, sleeps, and indulges deadbur’s card playing in the afterlife. nothing of his ambition really left
- glatt, meanwhile, is Surprisingly ambitious. in tales from the smp he runs an air bnb in a giant mansion that he built himself and seems Very interested in business. it’s not hard to imagine that he’d build and run a gym before that.
- time doesn’t translate the same between the afterlife and the overworld. in the couple of days tommy had been dead anywhere from 2 to 8 months had passed in the afterlife. in the weeks between tommy’s revival and quackity’s deal with glatt months to Years had passed for the trio left in the afterlife. so it wouldn’t make Sense for schlatt to be referencing tommy being with wilbur as if it were recent if this was meant to be deatt rather than glatt.
- which he did ! he described tommy as hanging off of wilbur like a leech while crying and wilbur as having a fat ass thanks to working out at his gym. which also doesn’t really fit dead!tommy and deadbur’s relationship either (tommy was Annoyed with deadbur at best and uncomfortable with him at worst)
- when ghostbur appeared during the stream where tommy, tubbo, and ranboo were building their watch tower he mentioned the fact that he’d seen tommy a few days ago. which obviously doesn’t make sense, tommy hasn’t seen ghostbur and even if this was meant to be a reference to dead tommy and deadbur that would’ve been months ago for deadbur by this point.
but it’d make perfect sense if ghostbur was referencing hanging out with ghostinnit in glatt’s gym.
- and of course, the fact that quackity was even able to physically be in the building at all and talk to glatt face to face kinda makes it clear that it doesn’t take place in the afterlife. especially since the afterlife has been described as some unthinkable void on Several occasions
so in conclusion ! ghostinnit was confirmed to have been a thing, ghostbur had been the one looking after him (and may still be doing so if tommy’s resurrection didn’t kill him), and ghostbur canonically has a fat ass
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It Didn’t Change, But You Did
Requested by @loxbbg who asked; “Hiii I was wondering if you can do a part 2 of It Was Yours, Why Does It Have To Be Mine? Now that he’s in jail but found a way to bring people back to life and tried it on Tommy and brings reader back and maybe break out of jail together”
And this anon: “ Hello I really loved It Was Yours, Why Does It Have To Be Mine idk how but could you please do a part two thank you so much have a great day”
Dream x Fem!reader
trigger warnings: some swears, character death, again angst
premise: in game au; part two of It Was Yours, Why Does It Have To Be Mine?; Now that he knows he can use the book of life (or whatever the hell its called), Dream is eager to bring you back, and once he does- well, lets say you were less than thrilled to hear about what had happened since your death
{bad news, I acidently cracked my laptop screen today, and when the Best Buy people sent it out for repair they said it might not be done for five weeks. So I’ll try to keep going on mobile, sorry ;-;}
{POST PUBLISH EDIT Dream insanity arc anyone?}
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It was peaceful there, out in the void where you had ended up.
Wilbur was there, as well as a man called Shlatt, and even Tommy for a time.
When Shlatt had appeared in the after life he’d seemed annoyed at your questions about the smp, and when Wilbur arrived all he’d done was apologize, never once mentioning the fate the the land you held so dear.
Tommy had come kicking and screaming for someone to stop, he’d left just the same, only moments later.
It was his leaving that had confused you all the most, how had Tommy escaped the afterlife.
“Ehhh, whatever the crazy bastard did it seemed to work.” Shlatt chuckled.
“Shouldn’t have been down here in the first place.” Wilbur muttered.
You sighed, “Maybe he could’ve told me about what’s actually going on up there.”
Before either could respond something seemed to grab the back of your short and starting to drag you back.
“(y/n)?” Was the last thing you heard from Wilbur before you were pulled through what felt like layer after layer of jello.
You cried out in pain as it seared into you, and then ended all at once as you landed on cold obsidian, breathing heavily, “What the hell?”
“(y/n)! Holy shit (y/n)!”
You looked around to see Dream, yelling, “It worked!”
“D- Dream?” You asked, “What’s going on? I- I was dead- where- what-”
You were cut off by his arms being flung around you, “Holy shit I missed you!”
“I missed you too- but whats going on, why- why are you wearing my mask?” You asked as you pulled away.
“I- I’ve been wearing it in your honor.” He explained.
You nodded, “How- how did I get here? I- Tommy killed me- I was dead.”
Dream held up a book, “It was the one thing I managed to get in here. I brought you back to life.”
You reached out, slipping the mask up and off of his face, “Dream how long has it been?”
His head dipped, “Years. I didn’t know if it would work until Tommy. I had to- to kill him- with my bare hands, but it worked. I got him back, and I got you back.” He pulled a chain out of his shirt, pulling your ring off of it and slipping it onto your finger.
“What’s been going on- since I’ve been gone?”
He took a deep breath, “When you- died, the war against L’manburg started. We had won, after blowing their country up and getting a spy on the inside, but after the duel Tommy traded his disks for independence...”
Dream spoke of the rise of L’manburg, his view of the elections and the chaos of the Shlatt administration. How he had manipulated the outcome of the war, till Wilbur had gone insane and blown it all to pieces. How he’d run the Tubbo administration into the ground, and how he’d gotten Tommy exiled, how he’d followed him to exile, tricking him into thinking they were friends. Everything had been working out, right up until the end. Right up until the last person he’d had on his side was swayed to the other by money.
You sat, listening, silently wondering what had happened to the man you knew.
“Why did you do it?” You asked quietly, sometime later as he finished telling how he had ended up here, in prison.
“Do what?”
You looked up at him silently, “Manipulate them. The man I knew would have never done that.”
“What do you mean? Its still me.” A wide, unnatural grin splitting across his face.
Slowly you rose, moving back toward the lava, “No- your not him. The Dream I know didn’t want to start a war. He didn’t want the violence.”
“Sometimes Violence is the only option.” Dream said.
“He wouldn’t have manipulated anyone. Dream they were just kids! You didn’t have to mess with their minds.” Your voice shook.
“It was the only way (y/n), the only way I could be with you again.”
You shook your head, “Not like this- Dream you- you’re a monster...”
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It was finally happening.
The thing he had been working for for so long.
Sam had come and retrieved a freshly brought back to life Tommy from his cell and now he was ready.
Slowly, Dream followed the steps from the book again, opening the door to the afterlife and reaching through to grab you, to grab his love.
And he pulled, and pulled until suddenly you were back, gasping and reeling, and just as beautiful as you had been.
He whooped, “It worked!”
“D- Dream?” You asked, “What’s going on? I- I was dead- where- what-”
“Holy shit I missed you!” He rushed forward, dragging you into his arms.
“I missed you too- but whats going on, why- why are you wearing my mask?” You asked as you pulled away.
“I- I’ve been wearing it in your honor.” He explained, smiling.
You nodded, “How- how did I get here? I- Tommy killed me- I was dead.”
Dream turned, grabbing the book and holding it out to you, “It was the one thing I managed to get in here. I brought you back to life.”
You reached out, slipping the mask up and off of his face, “Dream how long has it been?”
His head dipped, “Years. I didn’t know if it would work until Tommy. I had to- to kill him- with my bare hands, but it worked. I got him back, and I got you back.” He pulled a chain out of his shirt, pulling your ring off of it and slipping it onto your finger.
“What’s been going on- since I’ve been gone?”
He took a deep breath, “When you- died, the war against L’manburg started. We had won, after blowing their country up and getting a spy on the inside, but after the duel Tommy traded his disks for independence...”
Dream spoke about his victories against l’manburg, how he had won, and how he had shaped the election. How he’d changed the outcome of the war so that they would still feel his pain. And how he had become friends with Tommy after getting him thrown out of L’manburg. How he’d become even better friends with Ranboo, and how he’d gotten locked away from trying to grow his colection.
“Why did you do it?” You asked quietly after he’d finished.
Dream cocked his head, “Do what?”
Your eyes met his, “Manipulate them. The man I knew would have never done that.”
“What do you mean? Its still me.” He grinned as if to prove his point. .
Slowly you backed away to the edge of the cell, No- your not him. The Dream I know didn’t want to start a war. He didn’t want the violence.”
“Sometimes Violence is the only option.” Dream said.
“He wouldn’t have manipulated anyone. Dream they were just kids! You didn’t have to mess with their minds.” Your voice shook.
“It was the only way (y/n), the only way I could be with you again.”
You shook your head, “Not like this- Dream you- you’re a monster...”
With those words, his head seemed to spin, and angry rushed to his veins as he stalked forward, “What did you say to me?”
“You’re a monster!” You repeated bravely.
“You know what?” He asked, “I don’t think I want you back after all.”
You watched almost in slow motion as his hand moved out enough to shove you, and you toppled backward, slowly into the lava, the sounds of your own screams filling your ears until you appeared back in the other place.
“Well that didn’t last very long.” Shlatt said, not even looking up.
“He’s still doing it, he’s sill insane. Why does he have to keep doing this?” Your shoulders shook with sobs.
Wilbur patted your head, “Maybe one day he’ll realize. Maybe one day.”
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So, since we got that revival stream there are A LOT of takes that I’ve been seeing popping up regarding c!Wilbur. From straight up wrong takes like “he was worse then Dream” and “he manipulated Dream and made him a villain” to some more understandable but still very much wrong takes like: “Willbur was never a villain” and “Wilbur’s mental health spiral means we cannot identify him as a villain”
Since I’ve already spoken on other posts of mine about the first kind of statement, I want to focus on the second today.
Let me preface this by saying that c!Wilbur is most definitely not an irredeemable character (a redemption arc for him is most definitely POSSIBLE, though we’ve gotten quite a lot of clues by now that that’s not the route cc!Wilbur seems to want to go down). I honestly think that the only TRULY irredeemable character in the smp ic c!Dream and that’s because of a mix between the level of harm he caused and his reaction and motivation for it.
BUT he was a villain. A sympathetic one for sure, but a villain nonetheless. Being redeemable doesn’t make him any less of one, just like having understandable motivations or his harmful actions being a response to trauma or mental health related problems doesn’t make his actions and their consequences any less severe.
I mean I don’t see anyone out here having a problem with calling c!Jack a villain even if the harmful actions he tried to do or did are responses to isolation and trauma, why is Wilbur different when he’s caused much more harm?
Same with Niki: we all recognized that her planning and trying to kill a child in cold blood was most definitely villanous even with her being extremely sympathetic. And, once again, she suffered from similar conditions to those Wilbur was in: a lack of a system of support, loosing her country, isolation in a base underground and we can add loosing a dear friend to that for her. So why don’t we give her a pass for everything? Why isn’t (well, wasn’t, she seems to be better off now that she is with the syndacate) she JUST a tragic charact but ALSO a villainous one?
Well it all comes down to the goal and the impact of someone’s actions. While the declining mental health of a character is important to keep in mind when deciding if they’re sympathetic and to understand what motivate their actions, it’s irrelevant to establish if they’re a villain.
Let’s take c!Jack again as an example: he griefed multiple buildings trying to pit Dream and Tommy against each other, pre Tommy’s exile, and cause an all out war between them because Tommy’s actions had caused (in Jack’s mind of course, as what Dream did is entirely Dream’s responsability and in no way the fault of Tommy) Dream to burn down part of Manifold Land. He was angry at both of them in an understandable way, but his goals and actions were both immoral. And his actions didn’t cause harm ONLY because Tommy had already been exiled, otherwise they could have been taken by Dream as a reason to exile him either way later on.
Now, for another example, c!Quackity: his announced goal with him torturing c!Dream is taking away the power that grants him the ability to harm others while still within Pandor’a Vault. But, truth be told, he IS mostly doing it for selfish reasons, either be it because he lost a bet to Schlatt or because this IS part of the bet it’s still a completely callous reason for torturing someone. The person he is harming is undeniably a villain who’s hurt a lot of people, but that’s irrelevant when judging the morality of Quackity’s action.
Now let’s talk about Wilbur’s actions:
- He abused and manipulated Tommy, there is no way around it. He was extremely verbally abusive towards him. He tried to isolate him from everyone else and he tried to control Tommy’s emotional responses. He’s still doing that as a matter of fact by straight up dismissing any emotional response Tommy has that doesn’t suit him (by, for example, ignoring his clear signs of dicomfort back during their conversation post season 2 finale and by ignoring and making fun of his panic attack in their discussion in the afterlife). We know this caused long term trauma for Tommy causing him to have night terrorse about him and being terrified of ever becoming anything like Wilbur. Trying to find a way to avoid Wilbur’s path was basically Tommy’s whole arc in season 2.
- He retained vital informations from Techno (retaining information from him about his allies, and from his allies about him). This one is a bit more up for discussion to be honest, but Ive seen quite a few people make the point that Wilbur made sure that the info he gave Techno was the only one he had about Pogtopia’s intetions. He also was the only one who knew about Techno’s withers and about his anarchists ideals and he never revealed them to ther allies, which definitely helped in causing the rift later on.
- He mistreated Tubbo quite a lot as well (the whole scene at the festival is just painful). But, basically, he had him spy for them and basically treated him as a pawn. He described him, to his face, as just a “yes man” with no free will of his own. Then he used his death just to bring forth discord and violence between his allies. He also pushed on him all the pressure to decide on wether to blow up the country or not.
- He kept keeping L’Manburg hostage to his allies, increasing the already incredible pressure on them immensely. When Schlatt said he moved the tnt to Pogtopia he started doing the same with that place by constantly clicking all the random buttons while they were all trying to plan. That is blackmail my dudes. Blackmail done to an extreme.
- There is the whole pit scene that deserves a point on it’s own where he literally kept spurring on both Techno and Tommy (all the while blatantly putting down Tommy in an extremely manipulative way) to beat each other to death (albeit non-canonically). Re-watch that one and pay close attention to him if you have any doubt about him being abusive towards Tommy.
- And, for last, he also did blow up L’Manburg and he had fully intended to do it also as a last slight towards Tommy, just to add on to how much of a d*ck he was to him.
It’s true that he needed help and that he had spirald. He had become self-destructive and paranoid, but that DOESN’T erase what he has done, nor what that paint him as. His actions were all done with the spcific goal of being harmful to others and have all had long lasting effects. He hurt A LOT of people. He is, by all intents and purposes, a villain.
Also I want to add that if they do give him a redemtion arc it will have to be done carefully to be done well. And also none of the people he hurt with his actions should be forced to forgive him. As a matter of fact I’ll go further and say that Tommy in particular shouldn’t even be forced to TALK to him as he has already expressed extreme concern about ending up being manipulated again. No matter what he went through and what his mental state was, none of his victims owe him any understanding either.
#c!wilbur critical#wilbur soot#tommyinnit#jack manifold#niachu#quackity#dream smp#/rp#tw manipulation#tw abuse#tw torture#character analysis#my post#I've been wanting to make a post about c!wilbur for quite a while now#because there seem to be recently way too many takes that are a bit too lenient towards him#so here it is!#long post
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The book of you and i
Pairing: c!Twin! sapnap x Reader
Request/Prompt: The alec benjamin song "The book of you and i"
A/N: I kinda made this angsty ig
Well, it all began in the back of her car
I was just 16, but I fell so hard
Well, the years went by, and she held my heart
But her love ran dry, and we fell apart
you were a bright shining light on the smp. The people loved you and yet, that would be your downfall, You could tell your fairytale wouldn´t have a happy ending
I felt her growing distant
I knew her love was shifting
And all that I could say was-
Ever since you were a small child, you kept a small book you would write in about things you had done that were signifigant to you, and your brother Sapnap, would jokingly pick fun at you for it.
When your brother saw you on the other side of the battlefeild during the War for independance, his heart broke for his twin sister, was fighting against him
Don't tell me that it's over, the book of you and I
Now you've scribbled out my name, and you've erased my favorite lines
There were so many chapters that we never got to write
Like "Cereal for Dinner" and "Staying Up All Night"
You lost your life that day. Your twin brothers best friend, george, had been the one to take the future you had planned away from you. Your twin was devistated, but he knew he couldnt do a thing about it. He, along with your two fathers, Would mourn over your tombstone, Which they had placed in the badlands, that was until they saw a grey figure sitting on your tombstone, in the same outfit you wore on the day you died.
I remember where we started, I remember how you looked
But now I'm missing bits and pieces from the pages that you took
You didn't give a reason, I'll forever wonder why
We never got to finish the book of you and I
You sat on your tombstone, your tailcoat swaying in the slight breeze. Bad and Skeppy exchanged a look, before they cautiously walked up to your seethrough form.
¨Y/N?¨ Bad asked, his voice slightly cracking up as you turned your head to look at the two ¨Dad!¨ you exclaimed slightly, your voice sounding almost hollow. Your skin was littered in wounds, while the blow that ended your life, stained through the white blouse you wore under your jacket. ¨I came to see you, Im helped start a country¨ you exclaimed, waving your hands around as you twirled. Neither two men had the guts to tell you that the country had gained independance already and was going on without you. ¨I know that things are going well there¨ You placed your hand on the side of your scarred face ¨ i came to ask if you knew where sapnap is, i think he took my book again¨ Wthout any further word from neither you, nor your fathers, you floated off into the hills, leavng the two men to wonder if it was just a hallucination
Well, I bought a pen, and I turned the page
Then I wrote about how I wish you'd stayed
I said all the things that I never got to say
Maybe when it's done, I will feel okay
Your brother held your book in his hands as he flipped through the pages, reading through your writing, from around age nine to twenty. he felt tears roll down his cheeks as he got to your final entry about halfway through your book, There was a picture with you, and the other l´manburgians. he let out a small sniffle as he picked up his pen, writing one final entry for you, This one was a letter to you about how he wished he could have protected you and how if he could change anything, it would be sacrificing his life for your own.
¨ You did everything sappy¨ Your hollow voice whispered, causing your twin to look over to where your ghost form stood. ¨ please keep writing in my book for me Sappy, i know it will be in good hands¨ A ghost of a smile formed on your face as you began to fade back into the void, causing your brother to cry out for you, just wanting to see you for a second longer.
That she had grown so distant
And that her love had shifted
I wish she felt the same
Don't tell me that it's over, the book of you and I
Just like he had been asked, he continued your book for you. He would write about things you would have loved to see, things that if you were still there, would love to do. He even wrote about Wilbur and tommy´s exile. He could swear he could see you out of the corner of his eye when something big was happening, it was almost as if you were there with him in those moments.
Now you've scribbled out my name, and you've erased my favorite lines
There were so many chapters that we never got to write
Like "Cereal for Dinner" and "Staying Up All Night"
When the festival came along, he left the seat beside him empty, because he knew you were there, even if not visible. and when he heard your panicked whispers in the wind, he got up and left, because he knew when you spoke up for once, it was important.
it was the next day he learned of the destruction of l´manburg, as well as the death of wilbur and shlatt. Like always, he wrote down what he knew and then closed the book with a sigh. the book only had a few pages left to fill. but he wondered what he would do when he ran out of space, MAybe he would get a new book, and continue your legacy.
I remember where we started, I remember how you looked
But now I'm missing bits and pieces from the pages that you took
You never gave a reason, I'll forever wonder why
We never got to finish the book of you and I
it was about a year since the festival and sapnap now had a small bookshelf filled with new books for him to write in when he would run out of room. He had been contemplating something for a while, yet he didnt know if it would be best for you. HE knew dream had a revive book and he wanted to ask him to revive you, even if it was only for a day.
Don't tell me, tell me that you're leaving
My belly hurts, and my heart is hardly beating right
I hate to beg, but I'll try one last time
Don't tell me that it's over, the book of you and I
¨Dream, please revive her¨ he said through broken sobs ¨ i would do anything¨ those words caused dream to smirk, ¨Either you help me escape, or destroy the books¨ he said, his back against the crying obsidian. Sapnap paused, he knew helping dream escape was a bad idea that would probably get him killed< and dream knew that those books were important to you and sapnap. ¨fine, i´ll destroy the books¨
Now you've scribbled out my name, and you've erased my favorite lines
There were so many chapters that we never got to write
Like "Cereal for Dinner" and "Staying Up All Night"
when sapnap visted a week later, he brought the books with him to prove he would destroy them. Dream watched with exitement as sap threw them into the lava. Like promised, dream used the book and revived you. You had the same look as you did that day, you were in your war uniform still and you were confused, just a second ago, Wilbur and shlatt were telling you stories about the great nation you had helped form. ¨Sappy¨ you whispered, looking up at him from the floor you were now crouched on. Without a word, you were engulfed in a hug, your brother shouted for Sam, asking for you two to be let out. You were very confused, yet you were happy to be able to hug your twin once more. Sam led you two back out while your brother explained everything to you.
I remember where we started, I remember how you looked
But now I'm missing bits and pieces from the pages that you took
You never gave a reason, I'll forever wonder why
We never got to finish the book of you and I
you sat in your new garden, Your hair up i a loose braid as you hummed a tune while weeding. You wondered how your friends were doing in the afterlife, did they miss you? ¨hey (y/n)¨ your brother asked, poking his head out of the house you two built ¨Wanna go visit Dad?¨
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Mumza is the Goddess of Death AU
because she’s poggers <3
I’ve seen Kristin as the goddess of death in Dream SMP a few times, and this is my take on it. Not 100% sure who came up with the original, but if you know tell me!
Would like to clarify that this is about Dream SMP, and this has nothing to do with them in real life. I just wanted to incorporate Mumza.
So, Tommy’s dead. Dream killed him. This is how I cope.
Anyways, Kristin is Wilbur, Tommy, and Techno’s biological mother, as well as Phil’s wife. Yes, this means that the three of them are demigods. This manifests in the three of them in different ways but isn’t that isn’t the main focus of this so I won’t get into it.
So you know how it’s canon that Phil has lived for centuries? It’s ‘cause his wife is the goddess of death and she doesn’t want him to die of old age (unless he specifically asks to let him die so they can be together in the afterlife). Everyone is still on the three lives system though, she can’t influence that. Phil only has one life because he lost the other two when he was younger. She can only prevent him from dying of old age and sickness, if someone killed Phil, she would have to take him to the afterlife. Those are the rules.
That’s why both Wilbur and Tommy died. She can’t intervene when something other than natural causes kills them. She can’t revive them either, not without someone actively trying to bring them back to life with the correct materials.
You see, you only need a few things in order to bring someone back to life (so long as Kristin allows them back. if you have everything and do it all correctly, she can still keep them in the afterlife if she sees fit). You need a totem of undying, the correct instructions (Schlatt’s book), and a sacrifice. A life for a life. Someone currently living, regardless of how many lives they have, needs to sacrifice a life in order to bring someone back.
Phil doesn’t know these things. He’s never asked, never thought to ask, and Kristin hasn’t told him because she knows he will give up his last life to bring Wilbur back, and she can’t let that happen.
So when they tried to bring back Wilbur, it failed because they had no clue what they were doing. Wilbur and Kristin and Schlatt were kinda just watching, and Schlatt possessed Ghostbur for shits and giggles. It did make the goddess of death herself laugh, even if her son was insisting that it wasn’t funny and “MUMDAMMIT SCHLATT GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY BODY” which only made the situation funnier for all three of them.
Anyways, onto the plot.
Tommy’s fucking dead, hanging out in the afterlife with Kristin and Wilbur and Schlatt and he’s healing from the trauma of his death and everything that happened before it (exile, being trapped in the prison with dream, watching wilbur die, doomsday, etc.).
Anyways, Dream makes a deal with Sam and Tubbo. He’ll bring Tommy back in exchange for his freedom, and he needs a totem and someone to give up a life to do it.
At first Tubbo tries to be the sacrifice, but Sam refuses, saying that what happened to Tommy was his fault, and that the least he could do was give up one of his lives to bring him back. Plus, Sam has lives to spare. Tubbo doesn’t. Tommy would never forgive Tubbo for sacrificing himself to bring him back.
Anyway, so they reluctantly agree to the deal, bringing the totem (acquired from Technoblade via a hefty price, because they haven’t told anyone else the plan) to Dream in his prison cell so they can do the resurrection there. Originally, that was the last place that they wanted to do it. The last thing they needed was Tommy to come back and immediately think he was trapped again. But they didn’t trust Dream to run off with the totem and the book the moment they step outside, so they were forced to do it in the cell.
So they start to follow the instructions in the book, and everything’s going as planned at first. But instead of Tommy coming back when Sam gives the life, Kristin appears. In full goddess garb, exactly as depicted in Schlatt’s book.
Dream, for one in his fucking life, his petrified. Because that’s the goddess of death, why is she here? XD isn’t here to protect him oh shit!
But Tubbo knows who she is. Tommy told him all about his mum being a goddess, but Tubbo had always assumed it was an exaggeration or just a bit.
It most definitely is not a bit.
Before they can all start freaking out, she turns to Sam and gives him back his life, since it hadn’t been used. “You don’t need to do that, little Nook. You can have this, I’ll bring him back.”
Sam kind of takes it, hesitantly, watching her carefully. Tubbo doesn’t know whether he’s going to cry or laugh or collapse.
Then she turns to Dream and says: “Because the sacrifice does not need to be freely given.”
I bet you can see where this is going.
She pulls Dream’s last life out of him, kicking and screaming, and uses it to complete the resurrection, effectively bringing Tommy back from the dead.
“Dream was sacrificed by Mumza in order to revive TommyInnit” appears in the chat.
There’s a sobbing reunion, and a fucking dead body on the floor, but Tommy’s back and he’s alive again. Yay!
But Kristin isn’t done yet, she beckons them to follow her, and she goes to track down Phil and Techno.
Phil and Techno are silently sweating, having seen the message in the chat and knowing things are about to go down. Mumza is pissed. Even though they know that she would never hurt them, she’s still terrifying when she’s angry.
They eventually make it to Techno’s cabin, where Phil and Techno are waiting for them. There’s a tense few moments of silence as Phil and Techno stare at Kristin and the newly revived Tommy, before she speaks.
“Phil, dear, I’m going to need that totem around your neck.”
Phil gives it to her without complaint, trying to apologize for not protecting Wilbur and Tommy like he’d promised to, but Kristin is having none of it. She turns away from him and speaks to Techno next.
“I do apologize for this, but think of it as punishment for trying to kill your brother on multiple occasions.”
She takes one of Techno’s lives, who doesn’t fight her like Dream had. He lets it happen, because you don’t piss of Mumza more than you already have.
Kristin uses the life and the totem to bring back Wilbur, who is very confused but mostly happy to see Tommy again considering from his perspective Tommy just vanished without warning after Kristin left the afterlife.
Anyways, don’t know how this will end, but Wilbur and Tommy are back alive. Dream’s dead, the fucker. Maybe Schlatt gets revived by Connor making a deal with Kristin at some point? Redeemed Schlatt though, because I imagine Wilbur, Tommy, and Schlatt had plenty of time to work through their shit.
Thank you so much to my wonderful friend Eci for their help with this idea! I was brainrotting to them about this and they helped me flesh it out a bit more. Go follow them, they make banger works! @ecinue-unicorn
#kristin minecraft#tommyinnit#wilbur soot#technoblade#philza minecraft#dream smp#fanfic ideas#au idea#ressurrection#dreamwastaken#jschlatt
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'rise the moon'(c!Tommy)
This is a sibling au mix in with the dreamsmp storyline of Tommy losing his last cannon life in the prison. Pronouns She/Her. The song is Rise of the moon by Liana Flores. This ep is really good I suggest you listen to it. okay bye
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Since the day of Eret betraying him. Deep down Tommy would have doubts about everyone. Then he and the rest of Lmanburg got freedom from the Dream smp. Wilbur held an electron. Then losing the election by a percent. After that he and Wilbur were banished by the country, He loved. Wilbur would tell Tommy that his best friend tubbo would betray him. Tommy didn’t believe him. So when Techno comes. Tommy finally felt like if someone were to betray him they would have to fight Techno. The Blade. Until the festival came. Techno killed Tubbo, losing his second life. Tommy thought no one would betray him again. But he was wrong like before. Dream went to their hideout to alert everyone. 'There was a traitor among you'. Tommy laughed as he looked at Dream. Tommy thought he was lying. Everyone thought he was bluffing. Sadly, That very day Lmanburg was destroyed with a press of a wooden button. Wilbur destroys the thing he made. Wilbur told Phil to kill him. Phil didn't want to but Wilbur begged him to. Phil looked at the hole that was created by the bombs. He saw everyone was watching them both. Grabbing the sword from Wilbur, he pushes it through his body. Dead Center. Wilbur lost his last life. The Gods and Goddesses, Watched from up above, while it all unfolds. The killing, The betrayal, The lying, and The blood. So much blood everywhere. DreamXd was pleased with everything watching it crumble. One of them looked at all the humans. Looking at the blonde boy. Seeing all the pain he's been through. They know this isn't gonna be the last of it either. They walked away from the others. Greeting the newcomers to the afterlife. Months passed since then Tommy burned a house, got exiled, teamed with techno once more, switched sides, Doomsday, captured Dream, and now going to the prison to see Dream one last time. Doing all the precautions he entered Pandora's Box lava falling behind him. Dream and Tommy kept talking. Once he said that this was his last visit bombs appeared on top making the whole prison go on lockdown. Hearing the alarms Tommy tried to call Sam but it was no use. Dream told Tommy that he is going to be there for a while. Coming up a week later, Dream was getting annoyed by hearing Tommy. His complaint. His voice. He told Dream if he had, The Revival book, to kill him and revive him. Then he will believe that he has the book, till then Tommy believes Dream is a liar. Dream wanted to make Tommy feel like a fool. So he granted Tommy's wish. He started punching Tommy. Tommy screams trying to get Sam's attention. Nothing was working. He took his last breath. The boy yelled one more time for anyone. Dream killed Tommy in the matter of 12 hits. The goddess watches the entire thing unfold. Seeing who set off the bomb. Tommy scream. Him begging for his life. Seeing Sam trying to rush to the cell. The punches Tommy was getting. Seeing Dream killing the little boy. Sam, only seeing Dream stand with blood on his knuckles. The Goddess walked away going to welcome the newcomer. Tommy woke up in the dark. He stood started walking. Wondering where he is. Hearing Wilbur calling for him in the distance. He went over to him. Wilbur was happy to see him seeing someone else for a change instead of the same 2 people. Tommy on the other hand wondered where he was. ‘Wilbur where am I?” “Well Tommy welcome to the afterlife,” Wilbur showed him around. Showed him Mexican Dream and Schlatt. Minutes pass as Tommy hears a door in the distance open. "Tommy, someone here for you," Wilbur replied as he looked at the doors. Appearing a silhouette, The little one turned to notice the same person. "Who's that Wilbur?" Tommy didn't want to admit it but he was scared of this person. " Don't worry about the person, they're very nice." "Too nice if you ask me," Schlatt replied. The silhouette was getting closer. "Aye Mamacita como estas?" Mexican Dream smiled, giving a wave to the lady. "Sueño mexicano estoy bien. ¿Cómo va tu juego?" "Mexican Dream I'm good. How is your game going?" Mexican Dream liked talking to her. It made him feel at home.
Mexican
Manburg with George and Sapnap. The girl brought out a drink and passed it to Schlatt. "Here a gift," They looked over at Schlatt "Make it last Schlatt." He nods as he opens the new bottle walking over to Tommy and Wilbur. "Hello y/n, what do I owe this pleasure for?" Wilbur asked as y/n looked over to Tommy. " So this is the big man You and Drista talked about?" Wilbur nods. "Hello, Tommy I'm y/n, goddess of the souls." Tommy only saw one goddess and that was Drista. So seeing another was more shocking than scarier. "I know you may have a lot of questions and I will answer them. For now, Follow me." With that y/n gave a kiss to Wilbur's cheek. Wilbur's face was turning red. While Mexican Dream whistles as y/n laugh. "Come now, Tommy, we don't have a lot of time." Tommy walked on the side. "How long have you become a goddess?" " I was young, losing my life. I helped everyone around but I couldn't help myself. I help my brother find a new life. The gods and goddesses notice. One day I passed. Seeing them all DreamXd, Kristen, Drista all the gods here. DreamXd asked for me to be one of the gods. So I accepted." Tommy was surprised, "I heard you know the goddess of Chaos, Drista," "Yeah me and she are friends. Always cause a problem when no one is around. Give some gifts to me or friends." "She hardly has any friends but every time she visits the SMP. She is happy. so I'm guessing it's because of the chaos you two have been doing?" Tommy would laugh about it all the time she was there. "Where are you taking me?" Y/n looked over to Tommy. "I will be showing you your limbo in the afterlife because soon you won't be here. Dream will revive you." "He wouldn't revive me" "He would and he will. What feels like seconds and minutes here would only be 2 days there." Tommy didn't know to trust them. What else has he got to lose? He trusted so many people but in the end, he would end up getting hurt. Tommy just walked into a room with y/n.
The color of the sky. Seeing the wall colors. It reminds him of the days of Lmanburg. He smiled. The colors of the flowers of what Nikki would pick out. The water in the lake with fish. The meadows for the bees. Wilbur tells them to be careful. The hotdog van is in the center of everything. everything. It was home for him. The people. The happiness. The freedom.
Then he noticed the changes that happened. Underneath the lake, TNT blew up. The van is getting burned to pieces. Tommy sees his friends get scars. Smoke filling the land. The grass from the meadow is burning, turning into ash. From the flower to the bees Y/n looked down to Tommy noticing his expression. His home was blown up and he couldn't do anything to stop it. Y/n placed her hand on his back.
Tommy never cried. Why would he cry? He put up a wall so he couldn't release his emotion. But once y/n places her hand on him. He turned to her and cried falling to the floor. Y/n went down to him. Tommy just hugged her. Y/n knew that this was his limbo dealing with his days in Lmanburg. All she did was hear his cry.
"Tommy pulled back as y/n wiped his tears. He never knew that the Goddess of soul would comfort him during this time. "I know it's gonna get harder for you once you leave Tommy. But even the warrior needs a break or a cry?" "But I'm Big Man Tommy. And I don't cry or take a break. He needs to be strong. Don't be weak." Y/n just nods, "You remind me of my little brother before I passed. Always had to be strong for his sister. Once he was all alone he just cried. I heard him cry but I knew he wanted to be strong." Y/n laugh as she remembered him.
The limbo started once more as he watched. "What's Wilbur limbo?" Y/n looked over to Tommy As the air went past their clothes. She normally never tells anyone their limbo but for Tommy. It is different. "His limbo is a train in a train station. The train never stops and people inside never leave the train. Wilbur would try and go in but it usually doesn't work out." Tommy looked to his friend Tubbo with them both practicing their skills. "Do you miss Wilbur?," Tommy turned to y/n, "In the Smp. " Tommy shrugs. Sure he misses Wilbur. But all he did was cause him more pain. "Do you miss your brother?" He asked her while she looked at the floor."All the time, I try to visit him once. I saw how happy he was with the place I left him at. But when war came. I saw all the pain from where the God and Goddess live. Saw the betrayal, saw the blood, saw him get taken to another place while his friend thought he was doing the right thing. I saw him almost losing his friend once more-"
Wilbur opens the door, looking at both Y/n and Tommy. Y/n knew why he was here. "He's here for you Tommy." Tommy knew who he was. Standing up as y/n walked beside him. Honestly, as much as Tommy wanted to see his friend, he would miss y/n. They started walking to a room y/n turned the light on. "Sleep there and He will revive you." Tommy nods, going to the bed. Looking over at y/n, "Will I see you again?" Y/n was near the window as she looked down, closing the curtain. "Only time will tell big man," y/n forced a smile. Y/n knew this was probably the only time they would see each other. Seeing this Tommy was worried. She walks to the door not wanting to cry. This will be the first time she will see someone being revived. She didn’t want it to be Tommy. Then again she wouldn't want him to stay here in his limbo. She can’t change what was already set like stone. "Your brother," Y/n stopped, "Do I know him?" She looked over to him. She just nods. Tommy was laying on the bed. "Good night Tommy." She closes the door hearing Tommy reply, "Goodnight y/n." He closed his life and appeared in the cell. "You didn't tell him?" Wilber question. She shook her head, "It wouldn't have mattered if I told him or not. I would want him to live his life there instead of here Wilbur ``He would've loved to know you as his sister. The goddess of life watching over of him"
#dreamsmp#fanfic#tommyinnit#tommyinit mcyt#imaginess#sleepy bois au#twitchstreamer#wilbur soot#dsmp au
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