Oct 25, 2021
TW: Blood
POV: Incelbur killed Jared and you witnessed it
This is so bad and this is probably my last picrew post.
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TW: Blood
POV: Incelbur killed Jared and you witnessed it
This is so bad and this is probably my last picrew post.
I'll be making this into a long fic, but for now I chose to keep it short. Hermitcraft x Dream SMP crossover
Title: button
Grian sat down at the oak wood table, brow furrowed. Another day, another failed attempt to reconnect to Hermitcraft. The strange glitch that had caused the border to fall in the first place must have been repaired, for the world border was back up and running. His communicator didn’t work outside of his home server, and Phil’s crows (who insisted on following the man everywhere, and who Phil had put up to the task of flying between the severs, trying to gather intel on the border glitch and if people were trying to find him) haven’t delivered any news.
The builder glanced out the window as the sun set over the horizon. Past that was Hermitcraft. His home. What was Mumbo doing? Scar? Iskall? Xisuma? How was the war progressing without him? Did anyone notice his absence? No, Grian, don’t get sad. Happy thoughts only...Happy thoughts.
“Grain!”
Torn away from his thoughts, Grian looked up to see Philza, his dark grey wings fluffed up in distress. “Wil’s sent a letter.” The avian said, holding up a piece of paper.
“Well, that’s good!” Phil had been under extreme stress these past couple of days since Wilbur hadn’t sent a letter in weeks and the past few he had sent were...concerning, to say the least. “What’s it say?”
Another letter should have been a relief, but from the look on Phil’s face, Grian concluded that this letter was everything except relief.
“It’s just a date, time, and coordinates. November 16th, noon, with a set of coords in L’Manberg…” Phil’s voice trailed off as his dark emerald eyes scanned the page, over and over, as if he were looking for more writing than just a simple date.
“That’s tomorrow, innit?” Grian questioned, trying to distract the man from his distress. That’s how Grian ignored his. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. “I mean, you’ll be able to see your sons, check up on Wil?”
“Something doesn’t feel right about this, Grain.” Even after all this time together, Phil still called him Grain. Grian stifled a laugh, as it wasn’t the appropriate time to giggle. “His last few letters concerned me. He mentioned something in his last one about 11 and a half stacks of TNT.” Phil looked Grian dead in the eye and whispered, “Grain, I think Wilbur is going to blow L’Manberg!”
“But why?” Grian attempted to rationalize with the distraught Phil, who was now pacing across the room making stressed-out bird noises. “He won the election, shouldn’t he be content with that?” This type of stuff never happened on Hermitcraft. There were never serious talks of blowing up anyone’s builds, much less an entire country! The only time TNT is used is in pranks, and they always helped clean up after.
“You clearly don’t know Wilbur...He’s a force of chaos, I’ll tell you that. A creative little shit who always comes up with new ways to get what he wants. If he wants L’Manberg gone, then he’ll go to crazy lengths to achieve that goal.”
Silence fell.
“We need to get to L’Manberg. Now. It’s about a day’s flight from here, and we need to leave now if we want to get there as fast as fucking possible.” Phil tucked the letter into the pocket of his dark green kimono and flexed his wings. Unlike Grian, who used the sleek and slim elytra to fly about, Philza had a pair of actual feathery wings. Upon arrival, Phil explained that he was a bird hybrid, also known as an avian. He had feathers on the sides of his face and neck with elfish ears. Back on Hermitcraft, every member of the server was human.
Grian and Phil started out on their journey north, towards the world border of Dream SMP. The sun had risen, and the world border was in sight. Phil stated that Dream, the apparent Admin of the server, had agreed to let up the border for a few seconds to let Phil and Grian inside. Phil took a rest on a tree, breathing heavily after hours of non-stop flight.
“You alright, Big P?” If Phil could nickname him Grain, Grian would nickname him as well. A smile twinged across Phil’s face.
“Ahh...You sound so much like my youngest, Tommy. He says that to people too. You remind me of him so much. Right down to your red shirt and the aura of pure, unbridled chaos you emit.”
Both men laughed. Grian really enjoyed Phil’s laugh, and despite how giggly and giddy the avian usually was, it had been a few days since he had last heard him laugh. Wilbur’s lack of letters had really spooked him.
“Will you stay?”
“Hmm?”
“In L’Manberg. I mean, it’s closer to your sons.”
Phil shrugged and drank a potion of strength, and stood.
“I might, depending on what happens. If my theory is correct, and Wilbur is going to blow the place up, then I’ll probably stay. Just to help him out and help clean up y’know? Maybe I’ll be able to convince him to come home. Before you got here, I was...really lonely.”
“Well, you won’t be lonely anymore! Since I can’t return home yet, I’ll be your friend so you don’t have to be lonely!”
“Thanks, Grain.”
“You’re welcome, Big P!”
The two rose and started to fly towards the world border. Maybe Grian could make a new home on Dream SMP. The builder already started making plans for an epic build, having a vague idea in his head. However, he would have to inspect the landscapes available to see what his block palette would be and what style his build would be. Grian thought of his mansion back home and wanted to build something similar to remember it.
“Oi! Grain! You there mate?”
Grian shook his head as he was, again, dragged from his daydreams by Phil. They had arrived at the world border. “I’ve sent word to Dream, he should be letting us in soon.”
“Alrighty! What kind of base do you want to build if you stay?”
Phil just shrugged. “Eh. Don’t know just yet. Don’t want to start anything too ambitious, like a Hardcore project.”
Grian kept forgetting that this man held the world record for the longest Hardcore run. Phil was only 5”4 and didn’t look that intimidating. He looked loving and fatherly, and Grian considered Phil to be like a father to him. But the man was a dedicated Hardcore player, and could easily take Grian down in a fight. It scared him, sometimes, about how little he actually knew about Phil.
“Alright, mate, let’s go.” The blue striped border had been removed by the mysterious admin, and the two flew into Dream SMP. Grian felt a buzz from his communicator and pulled it from his pocket.
<Grian joined the game>
<Ph1LzA joined the game>
Unlike in Hermitcraft, when a member joins the server (especially a new member), the entire chat would be flooded with ‘hello!’ messages. However, on the Dream SMP, there were one or two directed at Phil. How peculiar. Phil went silent as they flew over the woods and forest. In the distance, Grian could see what appeared to be a city. That must be L’Manberg. It wasn’t as big or as grand as some builds on Hermitcraft, heck his own base would have taken up over half of the area if he lived there. On a tall pole lay what Grian assumed was the flag of L’Manberg, inky black, with a fiery red arch and X. Interesting design. Phil didn’t go into the city, however, he flew towards the coordinates that Wilbur had written in his letter, his brow furrowed. Fireworks crackled and popped throughout L’Manberg.
Grian landed with Phil, in front of a small tunnel that bore deep into a hill that was just outside the country.
“It’s now or never. Grain, stay behind me.” Phil tucked the letter away and led Grian through the tunnel, and into a compact stone room. Carved into the wall were words. No, not just words. Lyrics.
I heard there was a special place,
where men could go and emancipate.
From the brutality and tyranny of their rulers.
Well, this place was real, you needn’t fret,
With Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, fuck Eret.
It’s a very big place, not blown up L’Manberg.
MY L’MANBERG
MY L’MANBERG
MY L’MANBERG…
Those lyrics were carved all over the stone walls, and in the middle, was a stone button. In front of that button, was Philza’s eldest son, Wilbur.
Grian had never actually seen Wilbur before, only in an old picture of when Phil, Wilbur, and Phil’s other two sons, Tommy and Technoblade, won MCC 4. In that picture, Wilbur wore a cute yellow sweater with a brown beanie, with a shimmering smile on his face.
The man that stood before them now was not that person. It couldn’t be. Wilbur stood, hunched over a stone button, whispering to himself. He donned a brown trenchcoat and ditched the beanie.
“What are you doing?” Phil asked.
Wilbur turned to face them. His eyes had no emotion in them, his smile no longer shimmered. Standing before them was an insane man.
“I will admit,” Wilbur said. His voice sent a chill down Grian’s spine, “Do you know what this is? What this button is?” Phil’s speculations appeared to be true. Wilbur was trying to destroy L’Manberg.
“Uh huh. I do.” How, how could Phil be so calm?
“Have you heard the song? The song on the walls?” Wilbur’s fingers gently ran over the words ‘MY L’MANBERG’. His eye twitched, “I was just making a big point you know? About how there was a special place, it was a special place. But that's not there anymore.” Wil’s voice lowered to a hush.
“It is there, Wil, it's out there.”
“PHIL I’M ALWAYS SO CLOSE TO PRESSING THIS BUTTON! I’VE BEEN HERE LIKE SEVEN OR EIGHT TIMES--” Voices from above cut Wilbur off. Grian could hear footsteps above them. Wilbur turned his eyes to the stone ceiling and lowered his voice. “Oh they're going to come…I need to block this off.” Wilbur hastily piled blackstone bricks in the doorway, which not only sealed whoever “they” were out, but also sealed Grian, Phil, and Wilbur in.
“Oh Phil...I’ve been here so many times.”
Numerous fireworks exploded outside.
<Tubbo_ went off with a bang due to a firework fired from [Rocket Launcher] by Technoblade>
“Oh they’re fighting, they’re fighting…” WIlbur whispered, sounding tired.
“And you just want to...to blow it all up? You fought so hard for this land, Wilbur, and you just want to...destroy it all?” Phil tried to reason.
“I don’t even know if the button works anymore, Phil, I could press it, and it might--”
“Do you want to risk it? There is a lot of TNT potentially connected to that button.”
Wilbur seemed to hear him. His breathing got heavier as he returned to that hunched over position over the stone button. What was this place? Nothing serious ever happened on Hermitcraft. There were no seriously high stakes, there were no serious threats, no serious danger. It was all in good fun.
“There...there was a saying, Phil...by, uh, by a traitor. Once part of L’Manberg, don’t know if you ever heard of Eret, but he had a saying.”
Wilbur looked up at Phil. Grian could see the familiar resemblance between the two, they shared emerald green eyes.
“It was never meant to be.” Wilbur whispered that phrase, and pressed the stone button.
Come back alivebur my love ❤️
I just realize something about Dream and Tommy
Dream signature color is green, just like Philza
Dream means pain, just like Techno
Dream means manipulated, just like Wilbur
Dream sometimes means trust, just like Tubbo
And what do they all have in common?
Tommy
Tommy can probably see Dream in these four people, maybe even Sam since he’s Green as well
(This may just be a fanfic idea for anybody to use)
Can we stop calling Wilbur insane. I've done this before and I'm saying this again. If Wilbur is insane then so am I.
I am a lot like Wilbur, the thing I wanted to achieve above anything in my life I couldn't do due to situations out of my control. And I spiralled. I spiralled so far down the rabbit hole, I pushed myself away from friends and family, I didn't expect the help I had and my methods of just ignoring the issue just made me worse. I can fully understand why Wilbur did what he did, and actually, it was cathartic to see a character spiral like I did and just you don't get that in TV.
He's not insane, because I'm not insane. he just had a moment And didnt get closure.
dsmp headcanons part 2!
TOMMY HCS
- When Phil had read him and his siblings bedtime stories he’d usually never fall asleep, so he always slept with Phil. He slept in Phil’s bed until he was 9, eventually getting used to his own room.
- Discs are so valuable to Tommy because Wilbur had used to get them for him to calm his anxiety down. He always had some discs and a jukebox in every room just for Tommy because music helped calm him down.
- Tommy once put a disc in each jukebox and it ended up being a complete disaster.
- Tommy's love language is physical touch. When he was younger it had been hugs, but as he grew older, it had been cut down to a hug or a head pat depending on how he felt.
- When Tommy was little he would faint a lot due to his low blood pressure. That’s why Phil started carrying salty caramels with him so Tommy wouldn’t faint.
- Tommy had only been jealous of Tubbo and Ranboo’s family because he was happy for them, though it hurt him knowing that his best friend had replaced him throughout the time of him being stuck in prison with Dream.
- Tommy can’t look at the color lime green.
- Tommy occasionally sleeps over at Wilbur’s place. It got to the point where Sally made Wilbur get Tommy a bedroom.
- Tommy feels comfortable in Wilbur’s home because it reminded him of when he was younger.
WILBUR HCS
- Wilbur sings to Tommy with his guitar when Tommy’s anxious and is unable to grab a disc.
- Wilbur kept a beanie with him at all times to keep a part of his wife close to him. His favorite was a light red beanie because it was Sally’s favorite color.
- Wilbur eventually gets revived, having gray streaks in his hair because of how long he spent in the afterlife.
- The first people he visited after being revived were Sally and Fundy.
- Wilbur had gained a bad memory, so he forgot how to play guitar. Sally had to reteach him.
- Wilbur constantly hums the L’Manburg anthem, but Fundy reminds him how traumatizing it is for other people, so he eventually got out of the habit.
- When Wilbur got revived, he knew why. He didn’t want to be a part of Dream’s crazy ideas, he just wanted to lay low and relax with his family.
- Wilbur did end up getting therapy, going to Therapuffys every week.
- Wilbur spends time with Tommy everyday because of them both being lonely. Though he had Sally and Fundy, he didn’t mind spending time with Tommy everyday.
- Wilbur has an extra set of discs and jukeboxes around his house for Tommy, having to explain to Sally and Fundy why it was so important to not throw them out.
WILBUR/SALLY HCS
- Wilbur and Sally met in middle/high school, and fell in love with each other in the middle of their Junior year after hooking up previous times.
- Wilbur and Sally had their son Fundy when they were both 16 years old, and both of their parents were upset and wanted them to abandon their child as soon as it was born, but the two decided to keep and raise Fundy because they didn’t believe in abandoning the child.
- Sally used to give Wilbur beanies for their anniversaries, so that’s why he has so many of them.
- Wilbur and Sally fought over a name for Fundy. Wilbur wanted Finn, and Sally wanted her fathers name Bunti, eventually coming up with Fundy.
- Sally didn’t wanna leave Wilbur and Fundy. Wilbur had to basically force her if she wanted to get the local boat in time to leave. She cried when they got there, knowing she’d be gone for a while longer than she wanted.
- Wilbur occasionally called Sally and let her know what was going on in town.
- When Wilbur got revived and had come back to the two, she noticed Wilbur had a lot of scars and also he had been completely insecure about them. She’ll usually kiss them gently and remind him how beautiful he is with or without scars.
Any character: *does something to SLIGHTLY make Tommy unhappy for about a moment*
Me: ANYONE who supports this character better square the FUCK up-
Pogtopia Wilbur: *deeply traumatizes Tommy to the point where he still has nightmares about when he went insane and also blew up Tommy’s country and home before begging their dad to kill him in front of Tommy’s eyes*
Me:
If villian why smexy?
Yes I drew villain!wilbur, what about it?