Every single person who watched the stream speeding to wiki to change wilbur and dream’s relationship to negative
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GUYS... I FINALLY MADE IT..TO DAY4# ARCTIC i rushed it a bit.. cos school is so mean:[[ wdym i have to do hws..??
this is a redraw of them vv
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You know i dont think we always talk about how self sufficient the mansion was originally meant to be. Like how isolating it was, and how deeply reflective it was of c!Tubbo's trauma.
Like Snowchester was founded on being far, and it was ages before c!Tubbo even considered putting a Nether portal there because he did not want people to just stumble upon his lands. It was meant to be a place away from it all for people stranded after the fall of L'Manberg, which is why he asked c!Jack and c!Tommy to join him initially. It's covered in walls, and has nuclear armaments called Project Dreamcatcher for defense. As time went on he became more concerned with walls/having a defense tower/and even spreading out to spy on Las Nevadas because of his own paranoia to keeping everyone inside that place safe. He had an interrogation room and a hidden vault too.
And then we have the mansion, meant to be a home for a family, for Michael to have more room running around and for c!Ranboo to stay with him. It was huge yes, it was meant to be a home yes, but it also was supposed to be self sufficient. No longer would c!Tubbo need to go to his potato farm outside to get food, he planned to have entire automatic farm inside, partially because he loves automation, but also sort of the larger implication that I don't know if he intended to leave Snowchester, or even the mansion. So when I think Ghostboo sort of talks about the mansion in a way that implies its lack of homeliness it may be partially due to the fact it was abandoned and they never moved in, but it could also be a larger implication of how the place was almost designed to be isolated away.
This is something i thought about all day, pls feel free to add on.
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Broken Bread
a poem based on @crimebeach 's fic "break me, i am bread" (which in turn was inspired by @rachelsquill 's tntduo royalty AU)
1
broken bread burnt crisp
dipped in the river
to feed whatever mold may remain
(because there always is
tucked in crevices
rotting flesh down to the grain)
one day turns once a week
and it's a wondrous feat-
that is,
till your counts fall down
from twenty one to three,
and hand in hand
turns hands on feet
turns averting your father's gaze when you meet
your wife friend Sally hides behind veils
she'd tear up, deaf to the crowd's wails
you can't say the sea washes away the hourglass sand before it flows;
you can't say anything at all
(Q your friend love possesses a prelude
to your father's rage, dignified yet crude)
2
you lost the ring in the garden
thanks to someone else's hands-
you don't mind, she wouldn't, he certainly doesn't,
but you can't make your way
to the dinner table
fingers naked to the public
hands red in shame and guilt and the throbbing ache left by a ring that was too tight (didn't fit quite right)
(you hope emerald eyes would catch a glimpse;
it might make this easier)
your love shoves the ring into your palm
and the fear chokes you
as he watches you slip it on
faking faithful, you
fucking coward
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