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[goosedawn]

I knew it! It was Wilbur! How does he react to the whole situation? I’m exited to see more of this AU

>;] it certainly was! (also im so sorry this took so long to respond to aaaaaaaaa)

and as for wilbur........ hes... hm.

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burns on blackstone walls

tw for mention of smoking/cigarettes, canon typical swearing

The sky is clear tonight, and Tommy finds him standing atop the wall under a jewelbox sky. Wilbur looks out over L'manberg, seemingly lost in thought. Smoke rises from the lit cigarette that slowly burns away, untouched by his lips. Tommy almost turns back, not wanting to disturb his time alone. He decides against leaving, closing the distance but stopping a few steps away.

"Heyyyy big man, h-how are... how are you feeling?" He trips over his words, tongue heavy in his mouth with words unsaid, instead falling back on idle pleasantries.

"How do I feel, Tommy?" Wilbur does not turn to look at him, shoulders tensing, as a breathy, humourless laugh escapes him

"We gave up nearly everything to stand where we are right now, and you are asking me how I feel- I feel..."

"...Tommy is this what it's like to be a borrower?" He still does not move from his spot, ash drifting gently from his cigarette.

"-to feel so small?" Wilbur turns his head toward the stars, as if caught in a frightened realisation of just how insignificant he was in this world.

Tommy can't find the right words to say, so he says nothing. Instead he shrugs off his jacket and places it over Wilbur's shivering shoulders as he too gazes towards the stars. They stand next to each other in silence, the chill seeping into their bones.

"Hey, you see over there? Uhhhh... in the sky above the Carmavan-" Tommy points at a pair of stars brighter than all the others, drawing a horizontal line in the air between the two as he attempts to draw Wilbur's attention.

"People say that thats the eyes of Herobrine looking down at us- don't laugh!" Beside him, Wilbur is doubled over, peals of laughter ringing in Tommy's ears as a smile splits across his own face.

"No, no, seriously, listen Wil-" He is interrupted by his own burst of laughter, and waits until their chuckling quietens down a bit before continuing.

"... Phil used to tell me something else. That those stars were the eyes of a gigantic goddess looking down at us, and all the other stars are caught in her hair or some shit." Tommy stops for a moment, dramatics fading away from his tone as he drops his gaze down to look over L'manberg again.

"... I like that story. It's nice to think that in the bigger picture, humans are small too. Makes the difference feel less large."

Something in Wilbur loosens, the tightness in his jaw dissipating. The cigarette in his hands smoulders as the burning tip is pressed into the blackstone; the circular mark it leaves is one of many littering the surface of the wall.

"Thank you Tommy." His words are low and soft, but there is a small smile etched on Wilbur's lips.

The pair stay like that, warming each other with jokes and good company, watching as the dawn slips in and the skies turn ever onward.

... hes doing alright :>

also im. i dont do writing- im far more inclined to drawing- so if yall have any feedback itd be appreciated <3 even if it is just "yes pog" sjfbdjdb

masterpost || ao3

[goosedawn]

So based off that one angsty thing you just posted- I'm curious, what did Wilbur do with Ghostbur?

ahskdjfkshfj i left it open because i couldnt decide,,, (but i had these options in mind!)

Wilbur turns, kneeling down on the cold familar floor of the station. Ghostbur stumbles off his hand, face steaming with tears. He looks up at Wilbur and realises, he isn't going to hurt him. Not like Dream did.

But in that moment, Wilbur stands up and simply walks onto the train. Ghostbur runs toward the two, telling them to wait for him, but the doors close and the train begins to pull away. And he is left alone on the platform.

ALTERNATIVELY.

Wilbur cradles Ghostbur in his hands, the first touch he has had with another person in over a decade. The ghosts face is steaming, tears seeming to melt his fragile form.

Wilbur looks on with pity, and makes a decision. When he turns around to kneel and leave Ghostbur behind, he does it far away enough that if Dream were to just glance over the scene he might mistake that blob of Blue for the ghost himself. Wilbur slips Ghostbur into his pocket and boards the train, hand curled around the shivering ghost.

Back at the station, the Blue spreads, yellow flowers sprouting from where it touches the floor. Slowly the station heals.

[goosedawn]

In Equivalent Exchange Au you mentioned that one of the parties have to agree to the chain right?

Well technically speaking with a few choice words you can easily trick someone into agreeing to something like that, especially if the two are best friends and would do anything for the other

I wonder if Dream would ever try to trick Tubbo into switching sizes with Tommy? It would make the kid a bigger problem but it would also make it easy to keep the person he cares about the most caged up if he was ever kidnapped :)

-Plant

.................. 👀 dream would.

(tw for talk about canon typical death and violence)

ohhhhhhhhhh i have some ideas of when this could happen....... depending on when that takes place the dynamics would be so different!!!

itd definitely happen after the development of pogtopia, but if it happened before the festival... well lets just say tubbo's death truly would be quick- itd only take a single firework after all.

tommy not being able to help tubbo in that scene is even worse,, even as a human he cant do anything,,,,

but......... if it were during/after exile arc... well dream wouldn't need to be as soft with tommy when he's human sized.

anyway! i wanted to write something so have a lil unedited ficlet of a possible future :)

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in his stead

[tw: talk about exile arc, implied suicidal thoughts, general exile arc tws, swearing]

(take care yall)

Grains of sand stuck to his palms, the gritty texture sharp on the scarred skin of his left hand. Digging his fingers into the shore, he revels in the feeling.

Anything to distract him from the tower that reached into the sky behind him.

"Do you think he would have done the same, if he were in your position?"

Tubbo shot up, stumbling into the surf. Waves lapping at his legs as he turned to look at the man who interrupted his wandering thoughts.

"Dream."

"Tubbo." He responded smoothly, impassive as ever. The smiling orb swivelled to look blankly at the young president.

"I asked you a question."

Tubbo's shoes were filled with water, his socks soaked through as the ocean saturated the fabric. He does not move. Dream tilts his head.

"Do you think if he was given the choice to exile you, would he?"

"No." His voice tremors with the slightest hesitation. Fists clenched at his sides, the water soaks into his pants further, pushing at his legs as the wind picks up. Dream hums, the single note soft against the steady drum of Tubbo's heartbeat.

His eyes catch on the tower behind Dream, the seemingly endless structure stretching up into the gathering clouds. Breath catching in his throat, he looks away, down at the ocean soaking his dress pants.

"Why are you here." He wills his voice to stay steady. He can't. Not in front of him. But his shaking fists pressed to his side are indication enough.

"If given the chance, would you have taken the fall for him?"

"What are you asking Dream?"

"Would you prefer it, if it were you in his place?"

"Yes." This time, his voice is steady. It's something he had thought of far too often in the last few days- a foregone conclusion. He lifts his eyes from the water, meeting Dream's gaze once again. With a jolt, Tubbo realises the green clad figure was now directly in front of him. Tubbo hadn't even heard him move.

The smiling orb is too close for comfort, and Tubbo takes a step backwards only to lose his balance. A gloved hand catches his, pulling him close as Dream grips his hand harder.

"Then it's a deal."

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Tommy stops mid-sentence as he feels the world shift.

"Techno." He staggers across the table, and the piglin in question reaches forward to steady him.

"Shit- shit shit shit- no- move back-" Technoblade hesitantly obliges, giving the boy space as he hovers nearby.

"Fuck."

The world shifts, and Tommy lets out a cry as the universe tears him at the seams, remaking him against his will.

When Tommy's mind returns to him, he finds himself sprawled across the table uncomfortably, Technoblades sword pointed at his throat.

"Have you always been able to do that?"

Ignoring Technos question, Tommy scrambles off the table, pitching for a moment as he misjudges the distance between tabletop and the floor.

"Shit. Shit. Who- who would he have swapped me with-" The crossbow hung on the wall shines, enchanted runes glinting in the setting sun. It still looks the same it did the day Techno used it to murder-

"Tubbo."

[end]

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:)

extra notes:

- it hasnt come up yet but in this au dream has different forms he can shift between! this is one of them vyugvjhvhjjh not quite classified as a shapeshifter but yknow.

- dream knows tommy is alive! hes looking for him :)

- i also imagined a scene after this where tommy leaves to go find tubbo, techno accompanying him, confronting dream whos holding tubbo in a fist (not planning on writing that out but i had that thought lol)

[goosedawn]

My beloved, for the equivalent exchange Au, can you inform me on how terrified Tommy was of Eret sudden ginormous appearance.

Oh, also, if it isn't a spoiler, does Tommy ever want to be human himself, especially even more so of seeing what Eret can do, now that he is one.

hello my beloved partner :D!!!  💛💛💛💛

oh hes abso-freaking-lutely terrified. like. imagine, not only is your friend (and also the only other borrower in lmanberg at the time!!) suddenly towering over you, but hes also betraying you?? horrifying. 

tommys got his sword out but he knows it aint doin SHIT. 

and YES he would want to be human, but he would hide it under an absolute opposition toward the concept ksdhfdjsdjkf i think he would secretly be pretty envious but would never make a deal like that himself.

in some certain situations that’ll be relevant later though? he desperately wishes he were human. maybe he could have done something if he were.

also i maybe. tried to write something,,?

tw: fear and panic, implied death (with respawn), canon typical swearing

i think thats all? lmk if i missed anything!

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Tommy feels it before anything else.

Dream moves his glowing hand in one smooth motion, and Tommy feels his skin prickle with gooseflesh. A sick, heavy feeling spreads throughout his body as the veneer of reality twists just so, sending him stumbling. 

Time seems to slow and there's something distinctly wrong about the world. The room is filled with bright green sparks and the sound of someone screaming, and for a moment, he thinks he’s been blinded. A shadow falls over him as he blinks away the spots in his vision, struggling to stay upright. He steps back, drawing his sword and baring his teeth as he cranes his neck to glare at the masked tyrant.

Whatever snarky insult he had in mind is lost as his eyes trail up a familiar uniform. A pair of dark sunglasses frame the overjoyed expression of his former friend- the deep laughter, once so familiar, now piercing and cold. 

“It was never meant to be.”  

Tommy barely registers the words- he’s shaking so much that he's struggling to stand. He tries to convince himself it's because of the booming voice vibrating through his bones and not the fear gripping his heart as he looks up at the human towering over him.

It takes him a moment to process what- no, who he's seeing, and the realisation burns at him like digging down into a pool of lava, he’s so stupid, he should have known- 

He flinches as Eret suddenly doubles over, seemingly in pain. This was his chance to escape. Almost launching himself off the edge in his hurry, Tommy rappels down the side of the chest, leaving his hook hanging as he sprints across the blackstone. He can barely think, heart pounding with each footstep he takes. 

Looking back up at the human looming over him, Tommy is struck by just how tall Eret is, how unnatural it feels to see them like this. Moments ago the two borrowers had been standing next to each other, having bonded over their small stature during the creation of L’manberg. He feels betrayed in more ways than one, standing in the shadow of the human who he had once called a friend.

A dark, bitter feeling spills in his chest, spreading through him, and as he looks up at the figure standing before him, he does not see the kind person he had befriended so long ago. He sees someone who was willing to give up the trust of everyone they knew and everything they had built for their own benefit.

He sees a stranger. 

Eret straightens, gripping the edge of the chest as he looks around. Tommy notes their trembling hands, and he assumes they are still reeling from the pain. Serves that traitor right. He forces his expression into something sharper as their gazes meet. 

“Eret, listen to me. And I mean this in the nicest way possible. You fucked up.”

Despite his words, he keeps a white-knuckled grip on the hilt of his sword, half frozen in fear. There’s no way he’s getting out of this alive. That thought is solidified as a set of slender fingers wrap around him in a bruising grasp, calloused hands still lightly illuminated with lime magic.

"Shit."

masterpost || ao3

[goosedawn]

Mumza I love your au soooo much… but now I want to guilt trip Eret soooo badly you don’t understand! I just want to go in there and be like “Look what you did! YOU LOOK WHAT YOU DID”

HSISCHSJBCKSHS hiyoo moth! im happy to hear ur enjoying the au :DD!!

and while i cant let you into the au so you can shake some sense into him, this might :>!

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tw: mentions of death and blood, canon typical swearing, panic

It had been a couple of weeks since the events of the final control room, and most if not everyone from L'manberg had been avoiding them.

He had gotten so used to being around other people, and despite their scale now befitting of the castle he had built, the wide halls and tall ceilings only made the void of activity apart from himself more glaringly obvious each passing day.

As such, Eret found himself wandering the server again, largely directionless.

They had caught glimpses of Fundy rifling through their chests or running away from whatever prank he had just pulled, and he had seen Tubbo milling about, glaring at him from afar.

And for Tommy and Wilbur... he hadn't seen either since the betrayal, which was... it was understandable.

Eret's steps stuttered for a moment, stumbling for a moment before catching themselves on a nearby wall. He paused, considering his own words. Betrayal. Thats the only word for it, isn't it.

A heavy feeling settled in their chest as the thought set in. They had betrayed their countrymen- their friends.

Shaking his head, he straightened himself, looking out over the landscape. His decision had been for the good of the server. And if Dream offered them some extra benefits, who was he to say no? It was a win win situation.

Their rationalisation did nothing to calm the choking feeling in their chest, instead it grew stronger with every word he told himself. Squeezing his eyes shut he willed the feeling away for the time being, only to have it return as he looked down at the path below his feet where the dried blood was still obvious between the planks.

He had heard about the duel, and its outcome. Tommy's second death. The discs.

Clenching their hands into fists, they closed their eyes once more, taking several deep breaths in and out. It felt like a roiling, bubbling serpent was trying claw it's way out of his chest.

He wondered if he had made the right decision.

These thoughts followed him in a haze as he shifted his attention to cleaning up Fundy's newest prank on his watch tower, working all though the night until the sun hung in the sky once more.

Sitting against the cool cobblestone of the tower, he let himself bask in the completion of a job well done. Then, across the Prime Path he spots the aforementioned troublemaker, talking to someone held in his paws.

Eret can pinpoint the moment the fox spots them, because he does a complete 180, turning and speed walking in the opposite direction.

He calls out to them as he scrambles to his feet, following them along the wooden path. Fundy walks faster upon hearing Eret call out his name, almost breaking out into a sprint if not for the person he carried with him.

The borrower in question was cursing up a storm, and if the sheer volume was anything to go by, Eret would bet his three lives that it was Tommy held in the foxes paws.

Fundy stopped abruptly, arguing with Tommy before turning back toward Eret and begrudgingly beginning to walk back toward him with a guarded expression.

Eret buried the urge to duck his head as they approached, instead standing tall and proud, as befitting of a King.

"What do you want traitor?" Tommy is the first to speak, his words dripping with venom as he cranes his neck to look Eret in the eye.

He purses his lips, considering the borrower's question.

What did he want?

He had called out for the pair more out of habit, and had been spurred on by the desire to be around anyone at this point, even if they couldn't stand his guts.

As he scrambled for words, a familiar brunette crested the hill behind Fundy, unkempt hair falling over his eyes as he made his way toward them.

"Tommy! Wilbur wanted to speak to you about the-" Tubbo trails off as he notes Eret's presence, looking between the three wildly.

"Oh. Hello Eret." A familiar voice chimes out in a tone that is deceptively polite. It takes him a moment to pinpoint where it's coming from, the twisting feeling returns full force as finally his gaze drops to Tubbos open palm. Standing in the center of the boys hand is an impossible sight.

"Wilbur?" Any other words die in his throat, taking a step back as the tiny revolutionary stares at him with a cold gaze. They register Wilbur saying something, but Eret can barely keep themselves together, let alone listen to him, staggering backwards with erratic movements as shock and panic overwhelm their system.

This wasn't meant to happen. This wasn't part of the deal. Their head spins as the reality of the situation crashes down on them. Without another word, they turn and run, ignoring the exclamations behind him as he flees. As he leaves he hears one final remark from his former friend and leader.

"You coward! You can't even face what you did to me?!"

If Wilbur says anything else, it is lost to his hammering heartbeat and spiralling thoughts.

What had he done.

masterpost || ao3

[goosedawn]

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