yes this is a DSMP pov. deal with it lol! . . . . Y/N's arms dangled as they perched, hunched on a tree branch, watching the mobs meander about below them. Their black tail swished, the purple membrane-like fins at the tip brushing the long grass. All of a sudden the mobs below them scattered, as though spooked by an approaching person. Y/N became aware of a presence behind them, but turning was too much work, so they waited for whoever it was to either attack them or speak. Perhaps it was Ranboo again, here to bug them about the End, since they were the only being in the SMP from the realm. "There's my favorite Ender!" A voice chuckled. A familiar voice. Y/N rose from the oak branch they were crouched on, turning in disbelief. "Wilbur fucking Soot." A fanged grin split across their face, matching that of the one of the man looking up at them. They deftly hopped down from the branch, their dark, tattered, bug like wings fluttering behind them. "Thought I had a bit longer. I would have baked a cake." They quipped playfully. "Well now I'm offended that you didn't." Wilbur laughed back. "What happened to that ghosty guy?" They cocked their head, feeling the clumps of "blue" in their pocket. "He's gone. And I'm back, baby!" Wilbur cheered, but there was a slight edge to it, that wasn't there before. But Y/N liked it. Before his death, before Ghostbur, Wilbur wasn't always supportive of their destructive nature. Then he blew up L'Manburg, so everyone changes. "Let's go have some fun, Y/N, it's been too long." The curly haired man threw an arm around their shoulders. "You never wanted to do this with me before, but..." Y/N hummed, producing a shiny set of flint and steel. Wilbur smirked at her. "You always were my favorite, darling." ~~~~~~ "God, it's like free therapy!" "I know! That's why I kept bugging you about it before!" Thick, dark smoke billowed up into the horizon, melding down into bright, orange flames, eating away at a village. The villagers had all fled, or gotten caught in the blaze. Y/N fluttered excitedly a few inches in the air, their luminescent violet eyes raking the scene, before drifting over to the man beside them. "I'm so glad you're back. I missed my best friend." "It was fucking hell on that platform. You'll never betray me, right? Like all the others?" He didn't look at them, just staring into the hypnotising warmth of the golden fire. "You saved me when I first wound up here. The least I can do is repay that." They placed their charcoal black hand on Wilbur's shoulder. A few seconds later, it was met with a subtle touch. He had placed his hand on top of theirs, intertwining their fingers. "The server's changed so much. You're still the same though. I like that." He mused. Y/N smiled softly. Hoofbeats sounded in the distance. Y/N's pointed ears perked up. "Looks like we made too much noise." They giggled, turning to face the figure that had just broken though the treeline. "Tubbo! Look who's back!" They called, pointing at Wilbur. "Wilbur, what the hell have you done?" The boy yelled. "I've found my best friend again Tubbo!" He sang, throwing his hands out to the sides. "Wilbur, come on. We can talk about this. Y/N is an enemy of state, they're NOT your friend anymore!" At this, Y/N's large eyes narrowed, white pupils dilating into catlike slits. In seconds, they were in front of Tubbo, towering over him, their aura nothing less than deadly. "Wilbur is MINE. My friend. Not yours. You don't get your little former president back. He's gone. You don't get YOUR Wilbur anymore. It's MY Wilbur now." They snarled, sharp claws digging into the boy's shoulders. "What the fu..." He mouthed, reaching for his sword, before Y/N's mouth opened, pinkish white particles exploding from within. Tubbo fell back, coughing. "What the hell WAS that-" "Dragon's breath. What, you've never seen me do it? I thought the wings and tail would have given it away." Y/N cooed,, and in that moment, all Tubbo felt was fear. He grabbed the horses reins, scrambling through the dirt and back through the trees. Y/N stalked back to where her friend was standing, before the dying blaze. "C'mon, let's go find more shit to burn before I kill everyone on the server." They mumbled, grabbing Wilbur's wrist and pulling him away from the charred remains of the village, but they were spun around, their wrists now held by the curly haired man. He smiled amusedly at them. "YOUR Wilbur?"
Pretty sure this is shittily written but yeah- She stood, watching the house go up in flames. She felt his eyes on the back of her head, questioning and excited. He hadn’t expected this when she asked him to come with her somewhere and to bring matches. He had never expected violence from the woman, usually so peaceful, now glaring at the burning house. Nor did he expect the sudden screams that erupted after a few moments. Her gaze remained almost unchanged, but there was a glint in her eye, a glint of victory. She barely flinched when he grabbed her shoulder in panic, and looked up at his surprised and worried expression. “Luna, what the hell did we just do?” He muttered, the flames flickering across his glasses. She smiled, reaching up to lay a hand on top of his and squeezing it tightly. “Revenge.”
if i ever have kids and they ask me "papa, what kind of music did you listen to back then?" i'm gonna say that i was watching houses burn down with Revivebur.
@@x_.starryyy._x5796FR THO. TZEY GONNA BE LIKE: who is that? And why were you doing that..? My reaction: it’s the name of the playlist honey. And revivebur was a very nice person (I’m here after IT happened, what’s happening to the world seriously..)
The last of it [Ain't no crying] | What am I fighting for? Whose side am I on? Lost everything in the crossfire Witness the wreckage at dawn Say it enough and you start believing They can tell you that it's righteous Keep your chin up in the crisis Say it enough and you start believing In the glory, in the justice They will drill it into your head Ain't no crying 'til the war's done Ain't no crying 'cause the fighting's just begun No crying 'til the sun comes 'Til the sun comes up, 'til the sun comes up Ain't no crying (no crying), no crying, no Ain't no crying (no crying), no crying, no Ain't no crying (no crying), no crying 'Til the sun comes up, 'til the sun comes up In the division, make your decision Every shoulder you've leaned on is the one you will turn on Burn it to ashes, watch as it crashes Nobody left to forgive or forget Say it enough and you start believing They can tell you that it's righteous Keep your chin up in the crisis Say it enough and you start believing In the glory, in the justice They will drill it into your head Ain't no crying 'til the war's done Ain't no crying 'cause the fighting's just begun No crying 'til the sun comes 'Til the sun comes up, 'til the sun comes up Ain't no crying (no crying), no crying, no Ain't no crying (no crying), no crying, no Ain't no crying (no crying), no crying 'Til the sun comes up, 'til the sun comes up What am I fighting for? What have I done? What am I dying for? What have we all become? Make you live through the pressure Make you live through the pain Sacrifice you for nothing We're still dying in vain It took a lot of time I hope it helped you :D
Ok i didn't see one, so i'm doing it myself cause this playlist is goooood <3 ☆ 0:00 Unchained Melody ~ Righteous Brothers ★ 3:40 Everybody ~ Backstreet Boys ☆ 7:48 Material Girl ~ Madonna ★ 11:47 Problem ~ Ariana Grande ☆ 15:02 Let's Get it Started ~ Black Eyed Peas ★ 18:46 Bye Bye Bye ~ NSYNC ☆ 22:05 Oops... I Did It Again ~ Britney Spears ★ 25:31 U Can't Touch This ~ MC Hammer ☆ 29:44 Everytime We Touch ~ Cascada ★ 33:19 Baby One More Time ~ Britney Spears ☆ 36:50 I Wanna Dance With Somebody ~ Whitney Houston ★ 41:40 No Scrubs ~ TLC ☆ 45:14 Let's Hear It For The Boy ~ Deniece Williams ★ 49:21 Shut Up and Drive ~ Rhianna ☆ 52:56 Shut Up and Dance ~ Walk the Moon ★ 56:15 Complicated ~ Avril Lavigne ☆ 1:00:17 Classic ~ MKTO ★ 1:03:11 Survivor ~ Destiny's Child ☆ 1:07:15 Baby ~ Justin Beiber ★ 1:10:45 That's What I Like ~ Bruno Mars ☆ 1:14:20 Hey Ya! ~ Outkast ★ 1:18:15 Payphone ~ Maroon 5 ☆ 1:22:09 Everybody Wants To Rule The World ~ Lorde ★ 1:24:43 Get Down On It ~ Kool and The Gang ☆ 1:29:17 Since U Been Gone ~ Kelly Clarkson ★ 1:32:31 Hollaback Girl ~ Gwen Stafani ☆ 1:35:51 Milkshake ~ Kelis
Bright orange filled your eyes, an intense color compared to your ocean blue eyes that seemed to darken as you stared. Warmth surrounded you and the other presence, though you didn't drop the ignitor. You were bare foot on the soft, damp ground; water or gasoline covered the grass, however, you didn't know which one you stood on. A slight breeze shifted in the wind and blew your tangled, black hair. The man beside you stood tall and watched you carefully. You could feel him examine your every movement, whether it was blinking or tilting on your feet. The stick between your fingers grew hotter and hotter, waiting for you to drop it and let it release itself and reap upon the earth. You glanced up at the navy-blue sky above you, stars littered the dark and confined the moon to its designated spot. The house creaked behind of you, and you turned to look back at it. A soft, warm breath rustled your hair, "let it drop, y/n." You close your eyes and inhale deeply, taking in the smells of the forest and the living. "It'll help, I promise. Drop it." he whispered, now looking at your closed eyes, "Trust me." You opened them slowly---he was right, it would feel better if you let it ignite and burn. And so you did, with little thought or regret. It slipped from your mellow fingers and hit the blades of grass, catching fire in an instant and following the gas trail to your old house. A beautiful glow emitted and transformed the once dark clearing. The flames ate away at the life, and crawled up the wooden walls, crackling and singing as it feasted. Despite your action, you smiled and focused on Wilbur who was smirking. "Are you going to leave your past with any last words?" he laughed, draping an arm over your shoulder, causing you to laugh as well. You nodded, taking a slight breath and smiling wider, "It was never meant to be." And with every fire, every past broken and destroyed, everything left behind and forgotten, those six words rang through the devasted air.
Revivebur and Y/n stand beside the house, watching with glee as it goes up in flames. Revivebur turns his head to look at you and grins. "It's so beautiful, isn't it?" He whispers. As the flames dance through the inky blackness of the night, you run through all the thoughts in your head, trying desperately to find a time where you'd felt this way before. But alas, the serotonin coursing through your body has never been so high before. You feel as if you've been given the world and then thrown it into soft embers, which quickly rose again at the sight of new meat. The house is burning. The world is burning. Your heart is burning. With passion.
You and Revivebur are walking through the woods. It's around 1:43am and the moon can barely be seen through the thick trees. You have been walking for around 30 minutes. "Are you sure we are going the right direction?" You ask. Revivebur looks at you with a small smile on his face. "I'm sure, just 5 more minutes." You groan. "You said that 15 minutes ago." He just shakes his head and keeps walking. ~_+ Time skip 1:48am +_~ "Here we are, Y/N!" He exclaims. You look up from the floor and notice a wood cabin sitting in front of the two of you. "Ok, we are here. What was your plan again?" You ask. Revivebur sighs. "I break the window and give you the matches, you slight the match and throw it through the window. make sure to his the couch or near the wall or rug, got it?" You nod and watch as he takes his pistol from the holster on his belt and smash the window with the handle. "That was easier then expected." He says as he twirls the pistol on his finger before putting it back where it was found. "Showoff. Just give me the matches so I can burn this damn place." He throws the matches and you barely catch them before he says. "Watch what you say, or you might just get hurt, Y/N." You roll your eyes and light the match. You then throw the match, it landing right onto the couch. You and Revivebur watch from the shattered window as the pillow lights up in flames. The fire eventually travels onto the rug placed in the middle of the room. "Lets go, before the owner of the house calls the cops or whatever." He grabs your hand and drags you back towards the woods. You guys find an area where you can watch the house as it burns. "Was it worth the walk?" He asks, looking at you from where you sit. "Hell yeah."
Wolf in sheep's clothing kind of reminds me of y/n being guilty and these are their thoughts, or the song can be about the one person who escaped the fire's thoughts.
HAHA DSMP PERSONA TIME!!! (Tw:Sword,explosions) (Also!My persona (Mya) and Wilbur are siblings!This takes place during pogtopia/Manburg :D) “Do it.”Mya stared at the match in her hand,the fire burning.”Light the piece of tnt.”Mya shook her head,Turning to look at Wilbur.”No Wil-I’m not gonna become insane like you.”Wilbur tilted his head.”Calling your own brother insane!My word..”Mya sighed.”Not like it isn’t true..”.She mumbled loud enough for Wilbur to hear.Wilbur ignored this,Grabbing the match out of his sisters hand and lighting the tnt.”Stand back.”Mya blinked,standing back and watching the tnt explode in the middle of them.”Is that it?”Mya asked,looking at they’re brother.”That was practice.”Mya crossed her arms,looking in his brothers crazy eyes.”...Okay?...But why did you drag me out here?Of all people?”Wilbur sighed.”Tommy and techno went out for food.And about everyone else is preparing.” Mya sighed.”What about eret?”Wilbur laughed.”Eret?Really?Eret is preparing with Niki.Cant drag eret out here.”Mya shrugged.”Okay then.” Wilbur threw his sword over his shoulder.”Do you have any other ideas?”Mya shook her head.”No,but I don’t want my tail full of ash either.”Wilbur scoffed.”No one cares about your stupid tail.”Mya uncrossed her arms.”HEY!My tail is hard to wash!not my fault I’m a raccoon!” Wilbur sighed.”True.”Mya smiled.”I won.” Wilbur nodded,placing down another block of tnt.”Ready?” Mya nodded,stepping back.Wilbur lit the piece of tnt.”Can we go back now?I don’t understand why we are out here in the first place-“Wilbur sighed.”I’m making sure the tnt Dream gave me isn’t fake and it works.I still don’t trust the guy.”Mya scoffed.”Shouldn’t trust him in the first place.”Mya looked at Wilbur again,he looked more insane this time.His eyes like flames,burning at every flick and blink.”I trust him cause he wants manburg gone.”Wilbur snapped.”Maybe you shouldn’t blow it up in the first place.”Mya snapped back.”Yeah yeah.”Wilbur put his box of matches in his bag and his sword on his back.”Let’s go now. You seem bored.”Mya scoffed.”I am bored.”Mya and Wilbur began to walk back to pogtopia.”Can we do something?” Wilbur looked at Mya.”What?”Mya bit her lip,then began to speak.”Can we make flower crowns?”Wilbur sighed.”There are no flowers out.”Mya frowned.”True..Sorry.”The two went without talking,and the only noise was the crunch of leaves under them until Wilbur finally answered.”it’s fine.” Wooo!I love insanebur <333 anyways hope you enjoyed :D
I think yall know what this is. fast forward a month...(irl) I'm carrying this on a bit further! (read ahead) "hey, will!" "oh, hey Y/N," Wilbur said as you walked up to him. "I was thinking....." you started."would.. you wanna join me?" you say as you pull out a box of matches. "ooooooo~ Arson?, of course, Y/N!" Wilbur answered, excitement rising in his voice. "ight, I have some gasoline back at mine." "ok we'll go to yours then we'll go to dreams house." he planned. "oooooo~ yess~ I've always wanted to set him aflame!" you say as you both start walking back to where you came from. "perfect." Once you got back to yours, you saw your house, aflame, and a sign with the words: 'heyo Y/N, I noticed your house needed some spring cleaning, so... I blew it up(mostly). hope you like what I've done with the place. -Dream. your expression shifted from an excited one to pure, aggressive anger. "WHAT.THE. LIVING.FUCK."Wilbur exclaims, it is now very obvious that you were sharing that same anger. "We are definitely blowing up his house, then ponks." "it's a good job I have enough gasoline for two," Wilbur says. "wait what?" you say as you watch this dude pull out a reasonably sized jug of the shit. "don't question me, mortal."Wilbur jokes. "Mmmmm... you can't say that when we're the same species, dude." you jokingly reply, knowing there aren't many responses to that. About an hour and a half later, you and Wilbur are standing, in front of dreams little cottage, which by the way has no clue that it is about to be blown to the smallest bits and pieces. You pull out the box of matches, and light one, with the full intent of blowing the place up. as you watched the flame dance, a smirk forms at the corner of your lips. soon enough, it was a full, unregretful smile. And, then, you threw it. quickly enough the little wood cottage was just an orange-red-white blur as you tear up. "Hey, are you alright dude?"(side note 'dude' is a unisex term here, sorry if it offends you ill change it asap) "yea(sniff), it's just...so...beautiful," you say, tears drying and a hint of madness and anger fuming in your eyes. "let's go do some more then!"Wilbur said. "of course, boss man," you say, before breaking into loud, maniacal laughter, that could shake a building with ease. an hour later, you've been watching a particular house burn for a while now. not for any reason in particular, but you got tired so you sat on a hill a good way from the fire(safety first ya know?) when you noticed something. the extra heat from the body of the man next to you seemed to have vanished, so you look over to check and, as you expected, he wasn't there. you look a bit further around you, checking if you could spot him when you see him leaning into the car he stole. when he retreats from the driver's seat, you see two things in his hands: a lighter(the metal ones you flick open) and a cigar. he lights the cigar and puts the lighter back into the burn-hole-covered coat he always wears, before looking over at you, and meeting your eyes. "Ummm hi?" you say, an embarrassed blush covering your face. "hi? why were you stareing? do u want a cig?" Wilbur offers, pulling out the lighter. "oh! umm ya sure... please..." you played off the staring when in reality you knew it was because you never knew he even smoked. as he pulled another out of thin air, you realized what you've just yourself into because, in fact, you have never smoked anything in your life, and the pressure felt... good? and, don't get me wrong, you knew it was bad, the orphanage caretakers had told you so many times that you should NEVER smoke, but, you wanted to. in the twenty-fucking-one years you had spent on this dump of a planet, you had never done it and it was on your bucket list(and I quote 'get addicted to weed or smoking or something Idk lol'). "errrr hello? earth to y/n are you still alive or do I leave you faster than your dad did?" the older man says, in the tone, you knew means 'I will if I have to'. "oh, sorry, I'm a bit out of it today for some reason," you say, taking the cigar and lighter from his hand, lighting it, and taking your first breath of nicotine. To be honest, it felt good. like lifting a weight off your shoulders you never knew was there. you take it out of your mouth," wanna do some more?" you ask. "obviously, dumbass..." Wilbur responds, followed by a giggle, that you follow. yaaaaayyyy i finished! it is 11:44 here in Britain which i should follow with ima go to bed now, but it is pride month in25 mins, so ima celabrate that instead.hope you liked that, cuz I had fun writing it. if u don't like something, point it out and maybe suggest something to go there instead(if you can think of something at that). -gen(dernotfound)
POV: you're standing in front of a old wooden house at 1am. "Why am I hesitating?" You think looking at the box of matches. "I finally get to do this with someone that will actually laugh at it with me, and I'm hesitating." You think again. Revivebur looks at you and says, "Are you hesitating? You asked for this." "I know. And honestly I don't know why I'm hesitating, this is the first time." You reply. "Then let's do it together," He says. You hand him a match from the box and you light them together. "1.. 2.. 3.." You say to yourself, and then you throw it through the window you broke before hand. "Look how pretty, all nice and shiny like the morning sun." You say with a wide smile on your face. You look over to see Revivebur smirking, and you start to laugh. He joins in on the laughter. "We should start going back soon, we don't want people seeing us committing arson at 1am now do we?" Revivebur says still having the same smirk he had on his face. "Alright," You say. ✨The end✨
*WHY* 👏 *IS* 👏*NO* 👏 *ONE*👏 *TALKING* 👏 *ABOUT* 👏 *THE* 👏 *FANART* 👏 "It's good to be back..'' he lit a match with his tooth spitting out the burnt edges from past matches from his mouth. You glare over, "WilburSoot joined the *game*.." He throws a match, pulling a jug off gasoline from his coat, "All lights up and I start to smile." then he smiles. LIKE EXCUSEEEEEEE ME.
TW//Cursing, Tommy is on Revivebur’s side, ?bad grammar and spelling? You stumble drunkenly out of the casino, feeling regret that you had to resort to going to... You shudder. Quackity’s famous Las Nevadas, just to get fucking drunk. And not to mention that you and Fundy had gotten into a physical fight. Suddenly you remember that you were supposed to go see Wilbur and Tommy at the L’manburg ruins. “Shit, they’re gonna kill me!” You say, realizing it’s almost eleven thirty. You begin run, the wind blowing through your hair but you learn quickly that you are far too drunk to run in a straight line. You fall to the ground, hitting your face off the grassy land. You get your and dust yourself off and see there is blood dripping onto your hoodie. “Dammit this was my good hoodie!” You shout into the night air, then hear a small chuckle, signaling you that you weren’t the only one there. “God, You are so so clumsy, Y/N!” Says a tall brunette emerging from the shadows. “Heyyyy Wilbur...” “You smell like liquor and despair...” Says Wilbur walking up to you. “Were you with Quackity again?” You immediately tense up. “No worries. Since you’re already drunk, why don’t you and me go do something fun?” Offers Wilbur, extending a hand. “Where’s Tommy?” You ask, finding that the loud blonde is nowhere near. Wilbur rolls his eyes and explains that he didn’t want to waste his time waiting for you. You take his hand, which rough and calloused from lighting so many matches and messing around with gunpowder. “Well what are we gonna do?” You ask, catching the mischievous glint in Wilbur’s eye. He pulls you closer and lights a match and his shoe. You squint with the sudden brightness. How do you feel about arson?” You smile in return. “I think that sounds nice.”
POV: You are tired. Everyone has left you. All except Wilbur, recently revived. You want revenge on those who left you. You arrive at Wilburs house. You knock aggressively on the door. Wilbur answers. "Huh. Y/N. Why are you here?" "I. Want. To. Burn. This. WHOLE FVCKING PLACE DOWN." Wilbur enthusiastically agrees, taking you to the center of this kingdom you now hate. Wilbur hands you a match. You light it and throgh it on to the gasoline covered floor, smiling maniacally. Wilbur starts laughing. You stand in the midst of a falling kingdom, laughing.
Now I have NEVER written a DSMP POV but here we go theres a first time for everything (also I'm giving Y/N a set appearance, apologies for those who dont vibe with that) . . . Y/N's arms dangled as they perched, hunched on a tree branch, watching the mobs meander about below them. Their black tail swished, the purple membrane-like fins at the tip brushing the long grass. All of a sudden the mobs below them scattered, as though spooked by an approaching person. Y/N became aware of a presence behind them, but turning was too much work, so they waited for whoever it was to either attack them or speak. Perhaps it was Ranboo again, here to bug them about the End, since they were the only being in the SMP from the realm. "There's my favorite Ender!" A voice chuckled. A familiar voice. Y/N rose from the oak branch they were crouched on, turning in disbelief. "Wilbur fucking Soot." A fanged grin split across their face, matching that of the one of the man looking up at them. They deftly hopped down from the branch, their dark, tattered, bug like wings fluttering behind them. "Thought I had a bit longer. I would have baked a cake." They quipped playfully. "Well now I'm offended that you didn't." Wilbur laughed back. "What happened to that ghosty guy?" They cocked their head, feeling the clumps of "blue" in their pocket. "He's gone. And I'm back, baby!" Wilbur cheered, but there was a slight edge to it, that wasn't there before. But Y/N liked it. Before his death, before Ghostbur, Wilbur wasn't always supportive of their destructive nature. Then he blew up L'Manburg, so everyone changes. "Let's go have some fun, Y/N, it's been too long." The curly haired man threw an arm around their shoulders. "You never wanted to do this with me before, but..." Y/N hummed, producing a shiny set of flint and steel. Wilbur smirked at her. "You always were my favorite, darling." ~~~~~~ "God, it's like free therapy!" "I know! That's why I kept bugging you about it before!" Thick, dark smoke billowed up into the horizon, melding down into bright, orange flames, eating away at a village. The villagers had all fled, or gotten caught in the blaze. Y/N fluttered excitedly a few inches in the air, their luminescent violet eyes raking the scene, before drifting over to the man beside them. "I'm so glad you're back. I missed my best friend." "It was fucking hell on that platform. You'll never betray me, right? Like all the others?" He didn't look at them, just staring into the hypnotising warmth of the golden fire. "You saved me when I first wound up here. The least I can do is repay that." They placed their charcoal black hand on Wilbur's shoulder. A few seconds later, it was met with a subtle touch. He had placed his hand on top of theirs, intertwining their fingers. "The server's changed so much. You're still the same though. I like that." He mused. Y/N smiled softly. Hoofbeats sounded in the distance. Y/N's pointed ears perked up. "Looks like we made too much noise." They giggled, turning to face the figure that had just broken though the treeline. "Tubbo! Look who's back!" They called, pointing at Wilbur. "Wilbur, what the hell have you done?" The boy yelled. "I've found my best friend again Tubbo!" He sang, throwing his hands out to the sides. "Wilbur, come on. We can talk about this. Y/N is an enemy of state, they're NOT your friend anymore!" At this, Y/N's large eyes narrowed, white pupils dilating into catlike slits. In seconds, they were in front of Tubbo, towering over him, their aura nothing less than deadly. "Wilbur is MINE. My friend. Not yours. You don't get your little former president back. He's gone. You don't get YOUR Wilbur anymore. It's MY Wilbur now." They snarled, sharp claws digging into the boy's shoulders. "What the fu..." He mouthed, reaching for his sword, before Y/N's mouth opened, pinkish white particles exploding from within. Tubbo fell back, coughing. "What the hell WAS that-" "Dragon's breath. What, you've never seen me do it? I thought the wings and tail would have given it away." Y/N cooed,, and in that moment, all Tubbo felt was fear. He grabbed the horses reins, scrambling through the dirt and back through the trees. Y/N stalked back to where her friend was standing, before the dying blaze. "C'mon, let's go find more shit to burn before I kill everyone on the server." They mumbled, grabbing Wilbur's wrist and pulling him away from the charred remains of the village, but they were spun around, their wrists now held by the curly haired man. He smiled amusedly at them. "YOUR Wilbur?"
I really love reading these really awesome and cool POVs and story while listening to the songs so if you have Wattpad pls drop good stories suggestions or your acc if your a writer yourself <3
POV: you stare down at the house, now covered in gasoline. "well, what are you waiting for?" Revivebur pressed "lets do it before whoever owns this house returns. you think about the poor, unexpected family. All of their stuff, valuables, and all of their happy memories that were shared there. "i-i don't think i can do this" you whisper, it was too much. Now Revivebur was really inpatient "if your not going to do it I'll do it myself." he grabs your hand, forcefully making it strike on the match box. "wait-!" it was too late, he had already struck lit the match and threw it, right where the trail of gasoline snaked it's was through the ground into the house. All you could do is watch in horror as the house quickly burst into flames. Revivebur quickly take you to a place where you both could watch the burning, while staying hidden from the people below. you both sit in silence, a few moments later you hear the sound of a firetruck and lots of people shouting in distress. As the people argue below, you slowly turn your head to Revivebur. He was sitting with a blank expression on his face, then suddenly, a small smirk appeared, then he looked your direction. "isn't it beautiful?" The small smirk was suddenly replaced with a large insane grin. you sit in silent for a few minutes, which felt like hours for you, falling for the somewhat soothing rhythm of the firetruck. "it is." you say slowly, looking back at the house, now fully engulfed in the flames. "Lets do this again" you say, gaining confidence in your words. "good" He says, then takes your hand and slowly sits up. "lets go".
“Are you sure about this?” You ask Revivedbur. “Of course. You remember what they did, don’t you? They deserve to see this place burned down.” Revivedbur replies with a glint of madness is his eyes. You look down at the box of matches in your hand and back at the house. The memories from earlier rush back to you as your worry is quickly replaced by rage. You grab a match out of the box, light it, and throw it into the wood house. You watch as the building is slowly consumed by flames, feeling a sense of surprising joy. Wilbur start’s maniacally laughing as a grin quickly grows on your face. Who knew fire could be this freeing
Very funny that YT recommended this to me at a very bad time
yes this is a DSMP pov. deal with it lol! . . . . Y/N's arms dangled as they perched, hunched on a tree branch, watching the mobs meander about below them. Their black tail swished, the purple membrane-like fins at the tip brushing the long grass. All of a sudden the mobs below them scattered, as though spooked by an approaching person. Y/N became aware of a presence behind them, but turning was too much work, so they waited for whoever it was to either attack them or speak. Perhaps it was Ranboo again, here to bug them about the End, since they were the only being in the SMP from the realm. "There's my favorite Ender!" A voice chuckled. A familiar voice. Y/N rose from the oak branch they were crouched on, turning in disbelief. "Wilbur fucking Soot." A fanged grin split across their face, matching that of the one of the man looking up at them. They deftly hopped down from the branch, their dark, tattered, bug like wings fluttering behind them. "Thought I had a bit longer. I would have baked a cake." They quipped playfully. "Well now I'm offended that you didn't." Wilbur laughed back. "What happened to that ghosty guy?" They cocked their head, feeling the clumps of "blue" in their pocket. "He's gone. And I'm back, baby!" Wilbur cheered, but there was a slight edge to it, that wasn't there before. But Y/N liked it. Before his death, before Ghostbur, Wilbur wasn't always supportive of their destructive nature. Then he blew up L'Manburg, so everyone changes. "Let's go have some fun, Y/N, it's been too long." The curly haired man threw an arm around their shoulders. "You never wanted to do this with me before, but..." Y/N hummed, producing a shiny set of flint and steel. Wilbur smirked at her. "You always were my favorite, darling." ~~~~~~ "God, it's like free therapy!" "I know! That's why I kept bugging you about it before!" Thick, dark smoke billowed up into the horizon, melding down into bright, orange flames, eating away at a village. The villagers had all fled, or gotten caught in the blaze. Y/N fluttered excitedly a few inches in the air, their luminescent violet eyes raking the scene, before drifting over to the man beside them. "I'm so glad you're back. I missed my best friend." "It was fucking hell on that platform. You'll never betray me, right? Like all the others?" He didn't look at them, just staring into the hypnotising warmth of the golden fire. "You saved me when I first wound up here. The least I can do is repay that." They placed their charcoal black hand on Wilbur's shoulder. A few seconds later, it was met with a subtle touch. He had placed his hand on top of theirs, intertwining their fingers. "The server's changed so much. You're still the same though. I like that." He mused. Y/N smiled softly. Hoofbeats sounded in the distance. Y/N's pointed ears perked up. "Looks like we made too much noise." They giggled, turning to face the figure that had just broken though the treeline. "Tubbo! Look who's back!" They called, pointing at Wilbur. "Wilbur, what the hell have you done?" The boy yelled. "I've found my best friend again Tubbo!" He sang, throwing his hands out to the sides. "Wilbur, come on. We can talk about this. Y/N is an enemy of state, they're NOT your friend anymore!" At this, Y/N's large eyes narrowed, white pupils dilating into catlike slits. In seconds, they were in front of Tubbo, towering over him, their aura nothing less than deadly. "Wilbur is MINE. My friend. Not yours. You don't get your little former president back. He's gone. You don't get YOUR Wilbur anymore. It's MY Wilbur now." They snarled, sharp claws digging into the boy's shoulders. "What the fu..." He mouthed, reaching for his sword, before Y/N's mouth opened, pinkish white particles exploding from within. Tubbo fell back, coughing. "What the hell WAS that-" "Dragon's breath. What, you've never seen me do it? I thought the wings and tail would have given it away." Y/N cooed,, and in that moment, all Tubbo felt was fear. He grabbed the horses reins, scrambling through the dirt and back through the trees. Y/N stalked back to where her friend was standing, before the dying blaze. "C'mon, let's go find more shit to burn before I kill everyone on the server." They mumbled, grabbing Wilbur's wrist and pulling him away from the charred remains of the village, but they were spun around, their wrists now held by the curly haired man. He smiled amusedly at them. "YOUR Wilbur?"
Mad hatter lyric: “this dream, dream is a killer” LIKE?? EXCUSE ME HOW DID I NOT NOTICE BEFORE??
But hey, all the best people are crazy 🤷♀️
Pretty sure this is shittily written but yeah- She stood, watching the house go up in flames. She felt his eyes on the back of her head, questioning and excited. He hadn’t expected this when she asked him to come with her somewhere and to bring matches. He had never expected violence from the woman, usually so peaceful, now glaring at the burning house. Nor did he expect the sudden screams that erupted after a few moments. Her gaze remained almost unchanged, but there was a glint in her eye, a glint of victory. She barely flinched when he grabbed her shoulder in panic, and looked up at his surprised and worried expression. “Luna, what the hell did we just do?” He muttered, the flames flickering across his glasses. She smiled, reaching up to lay a hand on top of his and squeezing it tightly. “Revenge.”
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Wolf in sheep's clothing, такие флешбеки
Omg this came up on my fyp and I've e been reminded of my old dsmp phase. Very covid nostalgic playlist though, i like it :)
if i ever have kids and they ask me "papa, what kind of music did you listen to back then?" i'm gonna say that i was watching houses burn down with Revivebur.
BAHAHA YOUR KIDS ARE GOING TO BE SO CONCERNED 😭😭
@@x_.starryyy._x5796FR THO. TZEY GONNA BE LIKE: who is that? And why were you doing that..? My reaction: it’s the name of the playlist honey. And revivebur was a very nice person (I’m here after IT happened, what’s happening to the world seriously..)
The first one 🤭
The last of it [Ain't no crying] | What am I fighting for? Whose side am I on? Lost everything in the crossfire Witness the wreckage at dawn Say it enough and you start believing They can tell you that it's righteous Keep your chin up in the crisis Say it enough and you start believing In the glory, in the justice They will drill it into your head Ain't no crying 'til the war's done Ain't no crying 'cause the fighting's just begun No crying 'til the sun comes 'Til the sun comes up, 'til the sun comes up Ain't no crying (no crying), no crying, no Ain't no crying (no crying), no crying, no Ain't no crying (no crying), no crying 'Til the sun comes up, 'til the sun comes up In the division, make your decision Every shoulder you've leaned on is the one you will turn on Burn it to ashes, watch as it crashes Nobody left to forgive or forget Say it enough and you start believing They can tell you that it's righteous Keep your chin up in the crisis Say it enough and you start believing In the glory, in the justice They will drill it into your head Ain't no crying 'til the war's done Ain't no crying 'cause the fighting's just begun No crying 'til the sun comes 'Til the sun comes up, 'til the sun comes up Ain't no crying (no crying), no crying, no Ain't no crying (no crying), no crying, no Ain't no crying (no crying), no crying 'Til the sun comes up, 'til the sun comes up What am I fighting for? What have I done? What am I dying for? What have we all become? Make you live through the pressure Make you live through the pain Sacrifice you for nothing We're still dying in vain It took a lot of time I hope it helped you :D
Ok i didn't see one, so i'm doing it myself cause this playlist is goooood <3 ☆ 0:00 Unchained Melody ~ Righteous Brothers ★ 3:40 Everybody ~ Backstreet Boys ☆ 7:48 Material Girl ~ Madonna ★ 11:47 Problem ~ Ariana Grande ☆ 15:02 Let's Get it Started ~ Black Eyed Peas ★ 18:46 Bye Bye Bye ~ NSYNC ☆ 22:05 Oops... I Did It Again ~ Britney Spears ★ 25:31 U Can't Touch This ~ MC Hammer ☆ 29:44 Everytime We Touch ~ Cascada ★ 33:19 Baby One More Time ~ Britney Spears ☆ 36:50 I Wanna Dance With Somebody ~ Whitney Houston ★ 41:40 No Scrubs ~ TLC ☆ 45:14 Let's Hear It For The Boy ~ Deniece Williams ★ 49:21 Shut Up and Drive ~ Rhianna ☆ 52:56 Shut Up and Dance ~ Walk the Moon ★ 56:15 Complicated ~ Avril Lavigne ☆ 1:00:17 Classic ~ MKTO ★ 1:03:11 Survivor ~ Destiny's Child ☆ 1:07:15 Baby ~ Justin Beiber ★ 1:10:45 That's What I Like ~ Bruno Mars ☆ 1:14:20 Hey Ya! ~ Outkast ★ 1:18:15 Payphone ~ Maroon 5 ☆ 1:22:09 Everybody Wants To Rule The World ~ Lorde ★ 1:24:43 Get Down On It ~ Kool and The Gang ☆ 1:29:17 Since U Been Gone ~ Kelly Clarkson ★ 1:32:31 Hollaback Girl ~ Gwen Stafani ☆ 1:35:51 Milkshake ~ Kelis
Ah yes, Wold in Sheep's Clothing
I'M SORRYYYY I WAS RUSHINGGG😭😭
Oh, the intense urge to become a deranged villain with a chilling laugh and a trench coat
the urge is strong my children😔
Bright orange filled your eyes, an intense color compared to your ocean blue eyes that seemed to darken as you stared. Warmth surrounded you and the other presence, though you didn't drop the ignitor. You were bare foot on the soft, damp ground; water or gasoline covered the grass, however, you didn't know which one you stood on. A slight breeze shifted in the wind and blew your tangled, black hair. The man beside you stood tall and watched you carefully. You could feel him examine your every movement, whether it was blinking or tilting on your feet. The stick between your fingers grew hotter and hotter, waiting for you to drop it and let it release itself and reap upon the earth. You glanced up at the navy-blue sky above you, stars littered the dark and confined the moon to its designated spot. The house creaked behind of you, and you turned to look back at it. A soft, warm breath rustled your hair, "let it drop, y/n." You close your eyes and inhale deeply, taking in the smells of the forest and the living. "It'll help, I promise. Drop it." he whispered, now looking at your closed eyes, "Trust me." You opened them slowly---he was right, it would feel better if you let it ignite and burn. And so you did, with little thought or regret. It slipped from your mellow fingers and hit the blades of grass, catching fire in an instant and following the gas trail to your old house. A beautiful glow emitted and transformed the once dark clearing. The flames ate away at the life, and crawled up the wooden walls, crackling and singing as it feasted. Despite your action, you smiled and focused on Wilbur who was smirking. "Are you going to leave your past with any last words?" he laughed, draping an arm over your shoulder, causing you to laugh as well. You nodded, taking a slight breath and smiling wider, "It was never meant to be." And with every fire, every past broken and destroyed, everything left behind and forgotten, those six words rang through the devasted air.
Oh my I can't stop listening why can't I marry on this playlist it's so cool omfg 😔💗
lol tysm!! ❤❤
Revivebur and Y/n stand beside the house, watching with glee as it goes up in flames. Revivebur turns his head to look at you and grins. "It's so beautiful, isn't it?" He whispers. As the flames dance through the inky blackness of the night, you run through all the thoughts in your head, trying desperately to find a time where you'd felt this way before. But alas, the serotonin coursing through your body has never been so high before. You feel as if you've been given the world and then thrown it into soft embers, which quickly rose again at the sight of new meat. The house is burning. The world is burning. Your heart is burning. With passion.
Loved drawing Revivebur to this playlist! Good one!
God, I have fuckin trauma from the other side of paradise from when I was in the Sally Face Fandom 💀
You and Revivebur are walking through the woods. It's around 1:43am and the moon can barely be seen through the thick trees. You have been walking for around 30 minutes. "Are you sure we are going the right direction?" You ask. Revivebur looks at you with a small smile on his face. "I'm sure, just 5 more minutes." You groan. "You said that 15 minutes ago." He just shakes his head and keeps walking. ~_+ Time skip 1:48am +_~ "Here we are, Y/N!" He exclaims. You look up from the floor and notice a wood cabin sitting in front of the two of you. "Ok, we are here. What was your plan again?" You ask. Revivebur sighs. "I break the window and give you the matches, you slight the match and throw it through the window. make sure to his the couch or near the wall or rug, got it?" You nod and watch as he takes his pistol from the holster on his belt and smash the window with the handle. "That was easier then expected." He says as he twirls the pistol on his finger before putting it back where it was found. "Showoff. Just give me the matches so I can burn this damn place." He throws the matches and you barely catch them before he says. "Watch what you say, or you might just get hurt, Y/N." You roll your eyes and light the match. You then throw the match, it landing right onto the couch. You and Revivebur watch from the shattered window as the pillow lights up in flames. The fire eventually travels onto the rug placed in the middle of the room. "Lets go, before the owner of the house calls the cops or whatever." He grabs your hand and drags you back towards the woods. You guys find an area where you can watch the house as it burns. "Was it worth the walk?" He asks, looking at you from where you sit. "Hell yeah."
Yes! I love this! And, this might be annoying to some people but, what are your Prounouns? ❤️
I like to go by she/they but most are fine with me♡ And tysmm!!❤❤❤
@@x_.starryyy._x5796 ❤️
POV: your reading my pov of my pov of this pov of their pov of my pov but like not my pov but yes, so know it is both of ours pov but not.
I had a stroke reading this crap
Parent: My child is completely fine and ok! The child: *Rewatches a million times* (TOTALLY NOT ME OR-)
_pov: you are reviveburs arsonist apprentice_
pov you get attack as watching this and that is my real life😊
Wolf in sheep's clothing kind of reminds me of y/n being guilty and these are their thoughts, or the song can be about the one person who escaped the fire's thoughts.
I've lost track of how many times I've listened to this playlist. It's my favourite revivebur one.
reading these POVs is like reading a wattpad story im a kinnie not a simp lol
HAHA DSMP PERSONA TIME!!! (Tw:Sword,explosions) (Also!My persona (Mya) and Wilbur are siblings!This takes place during pogtopia/Manburg :D) “Do it.”Mya stared at the match in her hand,the fire burning.”Light the piece of tnt.”Mya shook her head,Turning to look at Wilbur.”No Wil-I’m not gonna become insane like you.”Wilbur tilted his head.”Calling your own brother insane!My word..”Mya sighed.”Not like it isn’t true..”.She mumbled loud enough for Wilbur to hear.Wilbur ignored this,Grabbing the match out of his sisters hand and lighting the tnt.”Stand back.”Mya blinked,standing back and watching the tnt explode in the middle of them.”Is that it?”Mya asked,looking at they’re brother.”That was practice.”Mya crossed her arms,looking in his brothers crazy eyes.”...Okay?...But why did you drag me out here?Of all people?”Wilbur sighed.”Tommy and techno went out for food.And about everyone else is preparing.” Mya sighed.”What about eret?”Wilbur laughed.”Eret?Really?Eret is preparing with Niki.Cant drag eret out here.”Mya shrugged.”Okay then.” Wilbur threw his sword over his shoulder.”Do you have any other ideas?”Mya shook her head.”No,but I don’t want my tail full of ash either.”Wilbur scoffed.”No one cares about your stupid tail.”Mya uncrossed her arms.”HEY!My tail is hard to wash!not my fault I’m a raccoon!” Wilbur sighed.”True.”Mya smiled.”I won.” Wilbur nodded,placing down another block of tnt.”Ready?” Mya nodded,stepping back.Wilbur lit the piece of tnt.”Can we go back now?I don’t understand why we are out here in the first place-“Wilbur sighed.”I’m making sure the tnt Dream gave me isn’t fake and it works.I still don’t trust the guy.”Mya scoffed.”Shouldn’t trust him in the first place.”Mya looked at Wilbur again,he looked more insane this time.His eyes like flames,burning at every flick and blink.”I trust him cause he wants manburg gone.”Wilbur snapped.”Maybe you shouldn’t blow it up in the first place.”Mya snapped back.”Yeah yeah.”Wilbur put his box of matches in his bag and his sword on his back.”Let’s go now. You seem bored.”Mya scoffed.”I am bored.”Mya and Wilbur began to walk back to pogtopia.”Can we do something?” Wilbur looked at Mya.”What?”Mya bit her lip,then began to speak.”Can we make flower crowns?”Wilbur sighed.”There are no flowers out.”Mya frowned.”True..Sorry.”The two went without talking,and the only noise was the crunch of leaves under them until Wilbur finally answered.”it’s fine.” Wooo!I love insanebur <333 anyways hope you enjoyed :D
LOVELY ❤❤❤
@@x_.starryyy._x5796 thank you!! :D
Your welcome<33
I think yall know what this is. fast forward a month...(irl) I'm carrying this on a bit further! (read ahead) "hey, will!" "oh, hey Y/N," Wilbur said as you walked up to him. "I was thinking....." you started."would.. you wanna join me?" you say as you pull out a box of matches. "ooooooo~ Arson?, of course, Y/N!" Wilbur answered, excitement rising in his voice. "ight, I have some gasoline back at mine." "ok we'll go to yours then we'll go to dreams house." he planned. "oooooo~ yess~ I've always wanted to set him aflame!" you say as you both start walking back to where you came from. "perfect." Once you got back to yours, you saw your house, aflame, and a sign with the words: 'heyo Y/N, I noticed your house needed some spring cleaning, so... I blew it up(mostly). hope you like what I've done with the place. -Dream. your expression shifted from an excited one to pure, aggressive anger. "WHAT.THE. LIVING.FUCK."Wilbur exclaims, it is now very obvious that you were sharing that same anger. "We are definitely blowing up his house, then ponks." "it's a good job I have enough gasoline for two," Wilbur says. "wait what?" you say as you watch this dude pull out a reasonably sized jug of the shit. "don't question me, mortal."Wilbur jokes. "Mmmmm... you can't say that when we're the same species, dude." you jokingly reply, knowing there aren't many responses to that. About an hour and a half later, you and Wilbur are standing, in front of dreams little cottage, which by the way has no clue that it is about to be blown to the smallest bits and pieces. You pull out the box of matches, and light one, with the full intent of blowing the place up. as you watched the flame dance, a smirk forms at the corner of your lips. soon enough, it was a full, unregretful smile. And, then, you threw it. quickly enough the little wood cottage was just an orange-red-white blur as you tear up. "Hey, are you alright dude?"(side note 'dude' is a unisex term here, sorry if it offends you ill change it asap) "yea(sniff), it's just...so...beautiful," you say, tears drying and a hint of madness and anger fuming in your eyes. "let's go do some more then!"Wilbur said. "of course, boss man," you say, before breaking into loud, maniacal laughter, that could shake a building with ease. an hour later, you've been watching a particular house burn for a while now. not for any reason in particular, but you got tired so you sat on a hill a good way from the fire(safety first ya know?) when you noticed something. the extra heat from the body of the man next to you seemed to have vanished, so you look over to check and, as you expected, he wasn't there. you look a bit further around you, checking if you could spot him when you see him leaning into the car he stole. when he retreats from the driver's seat, you see two things in his hands: a lighter(the metal ones you flick open) and a cigar. he lights the cigar and puts the lighter back into the burn-hole-covered coat he always wears, before looking over at you, and meeting your eyes. "Ummm hi?" you say, an embarrassed blush covering your face. "hi? why were you stareing? do u want a cig?" Wilbur offers, pulling out the lighter. "oh! umm ya sure... please..." you played off the staring when in reality you knew it was because you never knew he even smoked. as he pulled another out of thin air, you realized what you've just yourself into because, in fact, you have never smoked anything in your life, and the pressure felt... good? and, don't get me wrong, you knew it was bad, the orphanage caretakers had told you so many times that you should NEVER smoke, but, you wanted to. in the twenty-fucking-one years you had spent on this dump of a planet, you had never done it and it was on your bucket list(and I quote 'get addicted to weed or smoking or something Idk lol'). "errrr hello? earth to y/n are you still alive or do I leave you faster than your dad did?" the older man says, in the tone, you knew means 'I will if I have to'. "oh, sorry, I'm a bit out of it today for some reason," you say, taking the cigar and lighter from his hand, lighting it, and taking your first breath of nicotine. To be honest, it felt good. like lifting a weight off your shoulders you never knew was there. you take it out of your mouth," wanna do some more?" you ask. "obviously, dumbass..." Wilbur responds, followed by a giggle, that you follow. yaaaaayyyy i finished! it is 11:44 here in Britain which i should follow with ima go to bed now, but it is pride month in25 mins, so ima celabrate that instead.hope you liked that, cuz I had fun writing it. if u don't like something, point it out and maybe suggest something to go there instead(if you can think of something at that). -gen(dernotfound)
Beautiful🤩
@@x_.starryyy._x5796 aww thankyou<3
Your so welcome<3333
POV: you're standing in front of a old wooden house at 1am. "Why am I hesitating?" You think looking at the box of matches. "I finally get to do this with someone that will actually laugh at it with me, and I'm hesitating." You think again. Revivebur looks at you and says, "Are you hesitating? You asked for this." "I know. And honestly I don't know why I'm hesitating, this is the first time." You reply. "Then let's do it together," He says. You hand him a match from the box and you light them together. "1.. 2.. 3.." You say to yourself, and then you throw it through the window you broke before hand. "Look how pretty, all nice and shiny like the morning sun." You say with a wide smile on your face. You look over to see Revivebur smirking, and you start to laugh. He joins in on the laughter. "We should start going back soon, we don't want people seeing us committing arson at 1am now do we?" Revivebur says still having the same smirk he had on his face. "Alright," You say. ✨The end✨
CHEFS KISS PLAYLIST
Ty ty🥰
*WHY* 👏 *IS* 👏*NO* 👏 *ONE*👏 *TALKING* 👏 *ABOUT* 👏 *THE* 👏 *FANART* 👏 "It's good to be back..'' he lit a match with his tooth spitting out the burnt edges from past matches from his mouth. You glare over, "WilburSoot joined the *game*.." He throws a match, pulling a jug off gasoline from his coat, "All lights up and I start to smile." then he smiles. LIKE EXCUSEEEEEEE ME.
You got me with arctic monkeys being the first song
I KNEW BURNING PILE WAS GONNA BE IN THIS
TW//Cursing, Tommy is on Revivebur’s side, ?bad grammar and spelling? You stumble drunkenly out of the casino, feeling regret that you had to resort to going to... You shudder. Quackity’s famous Las Nevadas, just to get fucking drunk. And not to mention that you and Fundy had gotten into a physical fight. Suddenly you remember that you were supposed to go see Wilbur and Tommy at the L’manburg ruins. “Shit, they’re gonna kill me!” You say, realizing it’s almost eleven thirty. You begin run, the wind blowing through your hair but you learn quickly that you are far too drunk to run in a straight line. You fall to the ground, hitting your face off the grassy land. You get your and dust yourself off and see there is blood dripping onto your hoodie. “Dammit this was my good hoodie!” You shout into the night air, then hear a small chuckle, signaling you that you weren’t the only one there. “God, You are so so clumsy, Y/N!” Says a tall brunette emerging from the shadows. “Heyyyy Wilbur...” “You smell like liquor and despair...” Says Wilbur walking up to you. “Were you with Quackity again?” You immediately tense up. “No worries. Since you’re already drunk, why don’t you and me go do something fun?” Offers Wilbur, extending a hand. “Where’s Tommy?” You ask, finding that the loud blonde is nowhere near. Wilbur rolls his eyes and explains that he didn’t want to waste his time waiting for you. You take his hand, which rough and calloused from lighting so many matches and messing around with gunpowder. “Well what are we gonna do?” You ask, catching the mischievous glint in Wilbur’s eye. He pulls you closer and lights a match and his shoe. You squint with the sudden brightness. How do you feel about arson?” You smile in return. “I think that sounds nice.”
POV: You are tired. Everyone has left you. All except Wilbur, recently revived. You want revenge on those who left you. You arrive at Wilburs house. You knock aggressively on the door. Wilbur answers. "Huh. Y/N. Why are you here?" "I. Want. To. Burn. This. WHOLE FVCKING PLACE DOWN." Wilbur enthusiastically agrees, taking you to the center of this kingdom you now hate. Wilbur hands you a match. You light it and throgh it on to the gasoline covered floor, smiling maniacally. Wilbur starts laughing. You stand in the midst of a falling kingdom, laughing.
Now I have NEVER written a DSMP POV but here we go theres a first time for everything (also I'm giving Y/N a set appearance, apologies for those who dont vibe with that) . . . Y/N's arms dangled as they perched, hunched on a tree branch, watching the mobs meander about below them. Their black tail swished, the purple membrane-like fins at the tip brushing the long grass. All of a sudden the mobs below them scattered, as though spooked by an approaching person. Y/N became aware of a presence behind them, but turning was too much work, so they waited for whoever it was to either attack them or speak. Perhaps it was Ranboo again, here to bug them about the End, since they were the only being in the SMP from the realm. "There's my favorite Ender!" A voice chuckled. A familiar voice. Y/N rose from the oak branch they were crouched on, turning in disbelief. "Wilbur fucking Soot." A fanged grin split across their face, matching that of the one of the man looking up at them. They deftly hopped down from the branch, their dark, tattered, bug like wings fluttering behind them. "Thought I had a bit longer. I would have baked a cake." They quipped playfully. "Well now I'm offended that you didn't." Wilbur laughed back. "What happened to that ghosty guy?" They cocked their head, feeling the clumps of "blue" in their pocket. "He's gone. And I'm back, baby!" Wilbur cheered, but there was a slight edge to it, that wasn't there before. But Y/N liked it. Before his death, before Ghostbur, Wilbur wasn't always supportive of their destructive nature. Then he blew up L'Manburg, so everyone changes. "Let's go have some fun, Y/N, it's been too long." The curly haired man threw an arm around their shoulders. "You never wanted to do this with me before, but..." Y/N hummed, producing a shiny set of flint and steel. Wilbur smirked at her. "You always were my favorite, darling." ~~~~~~ "God, it's like free therapy!" "I know! That's why I kept bugging you about it before!" Thick, dark smoke billowed up into the horizon, melding down into bright, orange flames, eating away at a village. The villagers had all fled, or gotten caught in the blaze. Y/N fluttered excitedly a few inches in the air, their luminescent violet eyes raking the scene, before drifting over to the man beside them. "I'm so glad you're back. I missed my best friend." "It was fucking hell on that platform. You'll never betray me, right? Like all the others?" He didn't look at them, just staring into the hypnotising warmth of the golden fire. "You saved me when I first wound up here. The least I can do is repay that." They placed their charcoal black hand on Wilbur's shoulder. A few seconds later, it was met with a subtle touch. He had placed his hand on top of theirs, intertwining their fingers. "The server's changed so much. You're still the same though. I like that." He mused. Y/N smiled softly. Hoofbeats sounded in the distance. Y/N's pointed ears perked up. "Looks like we made too much noise." They giggled, turning to face the figure that had just broken though the treeline. "Tubbo! Look who's back!" They called, pointing at Wilbur. "Wilbur, what the hell have you done?" The boy yelled. "I've found my best friend again Tubbo!" He sang, throwing his hands out to the sides. "Wilbur, come on. We can talk about this. Y/N is an enemy of state, they're NOT your friend anymore!" At this, Y/N's large eyes narrowed, white pupils dilating into catlike slits. In seconds, they were in front of Tubbo, towering over him, their aura nothing less than deadly. "Wilbur is MINE. My friend. Not yours. You don't get your little former president back. He's gone. You don't get YOUR Wilbur anymore. It's MY Wilbur now." They snarled, sharp claws digging into the boy's shoulders. "What the fu..." He mouthed, reaching for his sword, before Y/N's mouth opened, pinkish white particles exploding from within. Tubbo fell back, coughing. "What the hell WAS that-" "Dragon's breath. What, you've never seen me do it? I thought the wings and tail would have given it away." Y/N cooed,, and in that moment, all Tubbo felt was fear. He grabbed the horses reins, scrambling through the dirt and back through the trees. Y/N stalked back to where her friend was standing, before the dying blaze. "C'mon, let's go find more shit to burn before I kill everyone on the server." They mumbled, grabbing Wilbur's wrist and pulling him away from the charred remains of the village, but they were spun around, their wrists now held by the curly haired man. He smiled amusedly at them. "YOUR Wilbur?"
this.. is .... AMAZING :D
@@frogtime7587 *hits whip*
@@fennex2706 um-
@@frogtime7587 whee
@@fennex2706 can you teach me how to whip and nae nae
WOOO TOO MANY POVS HERE EHEH
Actually kinda upset revived isn’t in here but ITS SO GOOD
Yea I wish it was there too but the song wasn't out yet so I couldn't add it. But tytyy❤❤
I love this so much-! Something I wish me & Reviebur could do-
Hehe same tho- Tysm!❤
Ok hear me out but we need to add ‘Meant to be yours’ by Jamie Muscato
OH MY GOD WE DOOOOO
I probably am just a huge potterhead, BUT WHY DOES THIS REMINDS ME OF TOM RIDDLE PLAYLISTS
I love the concepts of these things. People put so much effort into finding the perfect songs. They're honestly so cool 🙏
i'm just lisening to this whiles watching a house burn down my street :) (i'm normal . RIGHTT?)
Yes yes, very normal :)
Very, very normal
I really love reading these really awesome and cool POVs and story while listening to the songs so if you have Wattpad pls drop good stories suggestions or your acc if your a writer yourself <3
A stands for arson B stands for barson :D c stands for commit arson AND D stands for.. DONT COME NEAR ME IM GOING TO COMMIT ARSON >:D
POV: you stare down at the house, now covered in gasoline. "well, what are you waiting for?" Revivebur pressed "lets do it before whoever owns this house returns. you think about the poor, unexpected family. All of their stuff, valuables, and all of their happy memories that were shared there. "i-i don't think i can do this" you whisper, it was too much. Now Revivebur was really inpatient "if your not going to do it I'll do it myself." he grabs your hand, forcefully making it strike on the match box. "wait-!" it was too late, he had already struck lit the match and threw it, right where the trail of gasoline snaked it's was through the ground into the house. All you could do is watch in horror as the house quickly burst into flames. Revivebur quickly take you to a place where you both could watch the burning, while staying hidden from the people below. you both sit in silence, a few moments later you hear the sound of a firetruck and lots of people shouting in distress. As the people argue below, you slowly turn your head to Revivebur. He was sitting with a blank expression on his face, then suddenly, a small smirk appeared, then he looked your direction. "isn't it beautiful?" The small smirk was suddenly replaced with a large insane grin. you sit in silent for a few minutes, which felt like hours for you, falling for the somewhat soothing rhythm of the firetruck. "it is." you say slowly, looking back at the house, now fully engulfed in the flames. "Lets do this again" you say, gaining confidence in your words. "good" He says, then takes your hand and slowly sits up. "lets go".
wolf in sheep's clothing hits different you cant lie
You really can't
"while burning houses" more like while I burn up my last brain cells doing homework. (this is a joke.... mostly)
Its the same for me bruh-
“Are you sure about this?” You ask Revivedbur. “Of course. You remember what they did, don’t you? They deserve to see this place burned down.” Revivedbur replies with a glint of madness is his eyes. You look down at the box of matches in your hand and back at the house. The memories from earlier rush back to you as your worry is quickly replaced by rage. You grab a match out of the box, light it, and throw it into the wood house. You watch as the building is slowly consumed by flames, feeling a sense of surprising joy. Wilbur start’s maniacally laughing as a grin quickly grows on your face. Who knew fire could be this freeing