Rune_Eng_Ger
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It was Ranboo.
The shy Ranboo. The person that wouldn’t dare to hurt a fly. It was Ranboo.
Tommy’s and Tubbo’s childhood best friend.
He didn’t have his glasses, his gloves. The things that made him Ranboo. He didn’t wear in his Hawaiian shirts. Instead he wore fancy clothes. He looked different.
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Wilbur boards The Twitch when he’s 20.
It’s- a jarring transition, to say the least. He’d gotten some preliminary space training, some documents saying which planet he’s from and that he’s not a criminal, et cetera et cetera- but other than that, Wilbur is basically kicked into a world of neverending galaxies, new and young and unaware of what exactly he’s supposed to be doing.
Too young to explore the stars, too old to discover new continents, his parents and grandparents had said, and Wilbur had thought it would be his reality, too.
And then it wasn’t.
(3 + 1- Three times Wilbur found Tommy in his room and one time he invited him in)
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- Part 2 of and i'm falling with nothing to hold
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The thing Wilbur keeps coming back to, petulant as it is, is that this is all incredibly unfair.
They’ve all been onboard The Twitch for a week straight, give or take, traveling through hyperspace as much as the ship’s engine and hyperdrive can take for such a long journey. Deep space is fast approaching, which is something the natural galaxy-hoppers hesitate at, let alone any one planet-bound species like humans. He’s probably the only human for thousands of kilometers around, at this point.
So where the fuck did he pick up a virus?
(Wilbur gets sick onboard. And, being Wilbur, attempts to hide it from the rest of his confused but concerned alien crew.)
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- Part 1 of DSMP Sickfics for the Soul
- Part 1 of and i'm falling with nothing to hold
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graceful rooms of alabaster stone (all I’ve ever wanted) by chrysomyxa
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game)
14 Aug 2022
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There are very few days Wilbur really thinks about Earth.
It’s a consequence of space, he thinks- it’s hard to focus on the small things of a life that feels so different that it might as well be completely separate, past divided by a thin line delineating the firm difference between Then and Now.
And even if he does- when he does, really. As much as he’d like to pretend, he’s not a good enough liar for that one- usually, a long look out the port window showing space in all its vast, unending blackness staves it off pretty well.
He is among the stars. There is always, always that.(Running away doesn't solve all your problems, Wilbur is beginning to realize. Even if you end up running very, very far.)
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- Part 3 of and i'm falling with nothing to hold