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okay does anyone want to talk about puffy lore with me because this sheep lady be making my brain go brrrrrr with this new stream and also she has so many wacky connections that we don’t talk about

like. she joins the server. (my pet headcanon is that she was a pirate who sailed in from far away). she gets toured around by eret, first. she becomes one of his knights, along with hbomb.

then she meets niki. they go on a date together, and puffy gets to instantly flex being like, the healthiest partner on the server. puffy even plans on proposing someday. so puffy has basically met ½ of misferns through completely different channels.

dream becomes her duckling. she gives him a house. he follows her around and she starts to care for him. she basically becomes one of the only people on the server who cares for dream, who’s functionally a god, in an unconditional way.

and at the same time, she gives tubbo beeinnit as a christmas present. she doesn’t have hard feelings for the president. she recognizes that he is a teenager and that he misses tommy, instantly establishing her as one of the only functional adults on this server apparently.

she’s also there in the badlands arc. she’s discount skeppy. she’s good friends with awesamdude, in a motherly way. she cares for the egg, she’s proud when it grows.

oh and! she may or may not be a shapeshifter (she’s definitely not human, at least)! so there’s that too!

like. has anyone else realized just how many connections across different factions puffy has in the server, more than perhaps any other character? and how her hero arc has the potential to finally pull these disparate plots from across the whole server together into one? manifesting dream to finally take notice of everything puffy does and see her as a major player in the next arc because with all this lore that she’s established, she seriously should become one.

you, both figuratively and literally, are a ghost of who you once were.

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i wonder if tommy misses his alive brother. not because he likes the personality, the thinking, or anything of alive wilbur - but because alive wilbur was his brother and without all his memories he’s just not wilbur. ghostbur is his brother and not at the same time.

please note that this is non-canonical (it didn’t happen) & it was written on dec 5th, before the bulk of Tommy’s Exile.

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as fitting as it would be for the clingyduo to die in battle with dream (regardless of if they defeat him or not), tommy and tubbo deserve to live. they deserve so, so much to heal and move on. possibly when tommy returns to his old dirt home, he realizes just how much he can't handle being there, how many bad memories it brings. tubbo opens the door of his home in snowchester to see tommy, standing with no coat on, shivering in the doorway. when he gets his best friend inside, berating him for not being prepared, tommy tells him that he wants to join tubbo in snowchester. he's prepared to defend himself, to promise to listen to the rules and not cause trouble, but tubbo doesn't hesitate in saying yes. they stay up late into the night, talking and laughing, and the next day they begin work together on tommy's new home. the first thing they finish however, becomes a small spruce bench on a hill by the sea, a jukebox sitting nearby. its usually too cold to sit for long, but neither of them care, because they're here, they're alive, and they're going to be okay.

guess what I did instead of being productive all day

Kinda fucked up and nasty how vampires drink blood, imo. Like. Pepsi costs a dollar seventy five

Sometimes I like to think of the Dream SMP and its greater canon as a living fantasy universe, not just a little Minecraft server under Minecraft server assumptions.

I like to think that the world has complex technology in the form of planes, Nokia phones, and little communication devices, but also it’s still a fantasy place with animal hybrid inhabitants, potion-brewing, and enchanted weapons.

I like to think that one day this piglin hybrid and his friend staked a claim on the entire world and immediately everybody panicked, though not a drop of blood had been shed. The next day, there was a highly-anticipated trial, with the stake of the world on the line. 

I like to think that the Angel of Death and the Blade rose to notoriety from this incident, becoming names known far and wide for their battle prowess, and sometimes, this brown-haired teenager with a little tagalong blond kid brother, who seemed to live the most mundane life imaginable, would sometimes stop in the middle of playing some depressing song on his guitar and casually drop, “Oh yeah, the Angel of Death? I know him. He’s my dad.” And then people would stare, as he went on nonchalantly playing his depressing music.

I like to think that one day this same fellow with curly brown hair, now a young adult, called a bunch of people into a drug van and started preaching all sorts of abstract ideas of liberty and equality and freedom from tyranny, and a bunch of people who came to buy potions from that little drug business sat down and thought, “Huh, that sounds kind of cool actually,” and deserted Dream’s absolutist rule.

I like to think that there was a massive audience when Wilbur was announcing the results of the presidential election (there were thousands of votes for that election, remember?) That even the people who weren’t in the audience were also hearing it over their communication devices and blasted around L’manberg, listening with bated breath. 

And when Schlatt took the stage and his first decree was to exile Wilbur and Tommy, chaos immediately descended in the streets. There were violent riots that night. Someone cried out that the former president had been slayed by one of Dream’s soldiers, Punz, and had lost one of his lives, and panic ensued. Next day, the newspapers wrote all sorts of conspiracies of how Schlatt took power. Some of citizens of L’manberg saw this girl, Niki, who was new in town and urging them to fight. Soon they learned that she was an old friend of Wilbur’s, and she became a figurehead of the internal resistance.

I like to think that Purpled’s real estate business terrorized shop owners throughout the Greater Dream SMP. Purpled became way too rich from his exploitative practices, and everyone was too scared to do anything about it because it was rumored that Purpled was scarily good in a fight.

I like to think that people started calling their dogs, cats, and foxes into their houses once rumor began to spread of this merciless pet killer with a flame on their shirt.

I like to think that Pogtopia was a layered place, where resistance fighters were building a lively small community together. The Blade wasn’t really as intimidating as everyone thought — hell, he was a potato farm aficionado who loved to ramble about that one time he spent months farming potatoes in order to beat this kid. It was a bustling ravine where the constant sounds of laughter, tears, and the chinking away of pickaxes could be heard as everyone tried to relax, mine resources, and prepare for revolution.

I like to think that everyone tuned into the Quackity-Schlatt drama. It was all over the tabloids — Vice-President Quackity kills his President and Lover! Read all about it! Everyone made derisive political cartoons about Schlatt… and then people started to make derisive political cartoons about Tubbo.

I like to think there were pirates on the great seas. One day, one such pirate captain by the name of Puffy landed on the shores by L’manberg and the Greater Dream SMP, intending to just do a little casual robbing, but she decided to take a tour around the place with the king and in the process, she met that figurehead of the resistance and couldn’t help feeling a little smitten. Her pirate crew eventually sailed off without her.

I like to think that after Wilbur died, everyone knew about Ghostbur. His music stand was always popular. Sometimes he lended out books from his library, and people took them and read them, even though they were damp and starting to get just a bit moldy. No one wanted to hurt the ghost’s feelings.

I like to think there was a shocked audience at Tommy’s exile.

I like to think the day before Doomsday, the citizens of L’manberg were busy scrambling to evacuate their valuables, to muster their arms. I like to think that some of them, who never thought Tubbo was that bad anyways, followed Tommy and Tubbo to Snowchestire.

I like to think that people actually enjoyed the games at both the festivals, and that there were very many more of them.

I just like to think of the Dream SMP as being an inhabited place, sometimes.

it’s funny how everybody in the dream smp is confused on why c!tommy’s so violent & why he always starts wars, as if the motherfucker didn’t grow up in one. as if he didn’t spent his entire life surrounded by people who believed violence was the only answer or grew to believe violence is the only answer. they question why c!tommy’s so full of hatred / anger when the world he’s seen has only ever been full of hatred and violence. you can’t question why he’s that way when it’s all he’s ever known. surely, if he got to grow up like a kid — like he should’ve been able to, he wouldn’t have been that big of a “problem”, for you, but he didn’t. /rp