Crow Cult's DSMP Favorites
Interjection's collection of favorite DSMP fanfics, with input from the Crow Cult Discord.
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“Tommy!”
There was no threat, Dream was not standing outside his door ready to take him, Technoblade was not waiting there to finish the job.
Wilbur Soot stood in front of his house, at least forty cows held on a couple leads behind him, mooing balefully.
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or, revivebur realizes that tommy is drifting, but instead of letting it happen, he goes to increasingly ridiculous lengths to try and get him to come back, ft. crimeboys fluff, pigs, sweaters, tears, a gas station restaurant drawing of the able sisters, war criminally ugly sweaters, and flowers -
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They were trapped between ex-friends hunting them down, and uninhabited land with nothing that could make sure Wilbur didn’t die.
Tommy choked at the thought. He hated being sappy or clingy but he knew that he would truly lose it if Wilbur died. Wilbur – his brother, who had raised him more than their father ever did, who was practically his parent…
Wait…
[Or: When Wilbur and Tommy are exiled by the Schlatt Administration and Wilbur is shot, Tommy calls the father they ran away from all those years ago, begging for help. Will the Antarctic Empire help their lost princes?]
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If you were to wander about the Dream SMP today, and ask who Wilbur Soot was, you would get a variety of answers.
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“Philza Minecraft," Dream says, slowly. There's a hard edge to his voice. "What's a man like you doing in a place like this?”
Dream is still there, still a threat, still banishing his sword, but the threat of swords crumble in the threat of obsidian wings. And the threat of obsidian wings crumbles in the threat of another sword being unsheathed and a gait too heavy to be any of the people from L’Manburg that come from behind Tubbo.
“He is not the only one,” a voice rumbles from behind—deep, echoing, and terrifying. “He’s just the flashiest.”
Tubbo looks up and wishes he’s surprised to meet the eyes of the Blood God.
Or: The SMP has no idea exactly who Tommy and Wilbur’s family is.
So imagine their surprise when—after Wilbur enlists his family to come help finish the war between L’Manburg and the Greater Dream SMP—it’s not another scrappy nobody with a too loud mouth and too many dreams that shows up in the midst of war. No, instead, Wilbur and Tommy’s family happen to be Technoblade, the Blood God, and Philza fucking Minecraft.
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"Darkness beat at the spiraling pathways of the now-decrepit ravine, leaking through the cracks in the walls and pooling between the floor’s wooden planks. A fresh chill swept down the now-disused pathways, curling around the extended corridors and piercing the heart of the fallen commune.
Being resurrected was a curse more than it was a gift. The afterlife had been like a sedative, nulling the pain of loss, and allowing Wilbur to finally reach a pseudo-sleep. Perhaps it had been stained by the company he was forced to keep, but compared to life, it was bliss. Wilbur thought that numbing unknowing might have been the closest he’d ever come to reaching a state of nirvana."
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After being resurrected against his will, Wilbur escapes in the night to live in Pogtopia. There, he hopes to finally heal from the setting that once broke him.