the wilbur soot resurrection saga
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These Stone Walls Call for Me (Death Has Left Me Asunder) by Anonymous
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game), DreamSMP
13 Mar 2021
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A shell of a man picks himself up off the crumbling stone, tasting the wreckage and asphalt on his tongue, feeling the weight of the soul lantern’s dim energy waft through the air and stick to his skin like bandages wound tight around a bloody wound.
He traces a hand idly across his wool jumper, over his abdomen. No cut, no trace that there ever was a mark.
The world stands still around him, eerie nothingness looking down at him. The shadows and the crevices cut through thick granite and coal lurk in his peripherals, all to peer at the one who interrupted their hollow slumber.
The darkness hangs heavy.
Wilbur Soot is awake.(Or: Wilbur is revived, but rather than spawning in the prison or the ruins of L'Manberg, he finds himself in abandoned Pogtopia.)
Series
- Part 1 of the wilbur soot resurrection saga
- Part 14 of citrus_cola's catacombs
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and what if we turned our backs to the sun? by Anonymous
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game), DreamSMP
24 Apr 2021
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Ghostbur-but-not’s brows furrow. “Excuse me?”
“Stop. Just stop. You’re lying. I know and I know you know. Just drop the act already, Wilbur.”
The smile that spreads across the man’s face is too taut. It stretches like elastic about to snap. “Come again? I’m Ghostbur, not Wilbur, silly.”
“No, you’re not.”
(Or: Wilbur was resurrected but pretends to be Ghostbur. Tommy has had suspicions for a while now.)
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- Part 2 of the wilbur soot resurrection saga
- Part 13 of citrus_cola's catacombs
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shout at the walls (the walls don't fucking love you) by Anonymous
Fandoms: Video Blogging RPF, Minecraft (Video Game), DreamSMP
30 Apr 2021
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“Hello. I’m Ghostbur.”
The new arrival stands on the parallel end of the tracks, opposite from the benches. He wears a nervous smile. He tugs at the hem of his horrid yellow sweater with blue-stained fingers.
He is everything Wilbur is not.
The air between them lingers with the thick scent of salt. There are no breezes here besides the occasional bluster that a passing train will kick up, but that is a rare spectacle, indeed.
“I know.”
(Or: Ghostbur arrives at the afterlife's platform and Wilbur is more than eager to board the train to the world of the living.)
Series
- Part 3 of the wilbur soot resurrection saga
- Part 12 of citrus_cola's catacombs