#tem.asks

dream is constantly switching between two sides of the spectrum; an incarnate of chaos, or a reserved, quiet friend. you don’t dislike either. you’re still quite new to dream smp, having been invited almost a week ago. there’s still lots of discoveries that needs to be uncovered, so you’ll go out your way to explore and ask plenty of questions regarding any buildings to anyone residing here... is what you originally visualized. unfortunately, some residents aren’t typically available for any answers, so you’ll always retreat to the person you are most comfortable with — mister dream, just how he likes it. 

typically ends with a little chase between you two, squealing in exhilaration and fear as you sprint down the uneven paths with a blood thirsty dream on your tail. the usual manhunts, but of course he’s going to be a lot more relaxed and gentle with you than the others. opting to only tackle you down to the ground — tumbling over one another, then laughing off any minor injuries together. a regular occurrence which often leaves scratches and light bruises all over your limb, but it’s all fun and games! he’ll even treat them at the end as an apology for being a little rough. though you can’t ever forget the ‘soft’ moments too. sitting down on a log side-by-side, staring aimlessly at the star-speckled night sky to end the tiresome night of dueling... with you slowly drifting off to a dreamless sleep, head falling gently onto his shoulder.

P2 back when pogtopia had just started and he began to spiral. U were his shoulder to cry on and would always listen to what he said, even when he started to think particularly violent. As much as u loved him, he always seemed to caught up to appreciate or return ur efforts. Now, as a ghost, he tries to unconsciously make up for missing time, by never leaving u to be completely alone and by proclaiming how happy u make him feel. As tommy gags in the corner threatening to throw up on u both lmao

wilbur’s awakening isn’t necessarily what you’d call, a pleasant one.

his memories are nothing short of a haze. unable to recall things that make him fond and not, unable to remember a single detail that simply makes wilbur... well, wilbur. no one clarifies or even attempts to disclose information about his mysterious past, shutting down plentiful questions with half-hearted smiles because they know he won’t take it well. it is clear that they are hiding something, something that the newly found ghost is dying to know.

but he never tries to pry, not once.

whoever wilbur was, only his old peers would ever know. maybe it’s for the best that he’d try not to recover lost if everyone is acting like this. instead of being tied down to the past, he adopts the identity ghostbur — clueless, and curious. the curiosity making its grand appearance mainly because of a certain person who he can’t help trailing after in dire times: good, distraught ol’ you.

you haven’t completely gotten over wilbur’s demise.

it was expected considering how low his sanity might’ve reached at that point, but it didn’t make you any less sad — he was your friend, someone you knew you shouldn’t have fallen for at the time. to have an apparition of his suddenly appear, following after your disheartened form is a little... strange. ghostbur tells you that he’s still here, that he’s still wilbur, but he’s not your wilbur. the anti-hero, the one who was willing enough to demolish a place he holds dear to his heart, that’s who you are familiar with. 

nonetheless, you never had the mental fortitude to pus him away even once. 

you’re embarrassingly too attached, hanging onto the closest thing that’s wilbur in hopes of filling up this void you call a heart. ghostbur takes notice of this. even with no memory whatsoever involving anything, he still has a feeling that his old self has something to do with your sadness... and so he tries to make it up, at least that’s what he’s persuading himself, trying to come up with excuses on why he’s feels particularly fond of you. offering multitudes of flowers that are strung along the paths of pogtopia, small trinkets he finds and deems worthy, and about anything shiny. not without leaving comments on how happy he genuinely is with you...

i’ve been giving some thought to the other members of the dream smp, but techno for sure is at the top of my list because... who hasn’t. hm, in my eyes, i can see him as either, but i’d be going with half boar ! honestly, you can still see his regular self as a mob boss in a way with a few changes.

techno is truly an enigma. unlike the other bosses, his appearances are kept minimal and cannot be pinpointed because, no one truly knows. they don’t know what exactly he is, where he is, or if he’s just one of those spooky tales people tell their children in order to keep them grounded and cautious with the world; nothing more than just a hoax. and frankly, he prefers to keep it that way. he hears his peers complain constantly about being bombarded by passionate players looking forward to a fair battle which usually isn’t so bad, but having fights one after another? 

tiresome, but techno could never relate.

because they think they are looking for a full on boar, one who causes the same amount of terror upon any village in his way and only has one thing on his mind: ensuing chaos, they haven’t been able to. not every hostile mob is completely brainless with the thought of destruction, and no, he’s just not some gigantic pig who’s been let loose in this world. sometimes, he just needs to ‘borrow’ a few things from these harmless villagers, and it ends up being a blood bath because they weren’t cooperating with him. no bad intentions whatsoever!

regardless, no one hasn’t been able to discover him.

it’s funny, laughable almost. he’s hidden among the players of how casually he fits in. not many are aware that the mythical being is in fact, just like them, half human and half a monster. trying to get by, roaming whatever is left in the overworld because there’s nothing else to do back in the nether with his own brethren. does he miss them? eh, hardly, all he has to do is jump back into the portal and there, voila! to be greeted by his loving, strict family so suddenly, overbearing affection but welcomed nonetheless.

+ techno wears a fallen comrade’s skull, tusks included, covering a partial amount of his true face. whether he carries it out of respect, or just another way of hiding his true identity — it’s there, and never to be touched. 

becoming acquaintances, friends, lovers with the mob boss, you’re bound to be one of his ways of getting closer to land. he’s introduced you to things underwater and far out of your reach, why not show how appreciative you are by doing the very same? there are plentiful artifacts you’ve uncovered on tiresome journeys, proving to be of no use to you, but maybe they’ll be valuable to george in his research. at this point and time, it’s near impossible for the guardian to traverse the terrain without water reaching his skin, a dream which stays a dream... but it’s not bad to indulge in his desires. you promise him that one day, no matter how long it takes, you two will be able to explore the lands with no problems whatsoever.