𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚛 ( 𝙰 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝)

POV: You read the comments and it feels like you are reading the wattpad

Everyone's POVs are so sad and sappy and I'm overhere like if Revivebur asked me to commit arson, I wouldn't hesitate. Yes Wilbur. I'll burn down the community house with you. Lets even throw in some TNT for some laughs. I bet the community would find that really funny and then we can go back to being on the run because we caused property damage.

POV: your reading all these POV's while Listening to this playlist

I love how most other dsmp character playlists have normal names then techno and rivibebur is just A R S O N

Oh, the intense urge to become a deranged villain with a chilling laugh and a trench coat

“Come on, it’s just a little fire, y/n. It’s not that big of a deal, just through it.” Your hesitation was blatantly obvious. You held a match between your index and middle fingers; an amber flame dancing atop the splint the only light in the dark. Wilbur stood next to you with an expectant look on his face. He was watching you with such intensity as though he were studying you, examining your every move and perhaps that was exactly what he was doing. Regardless, his gaze burned you more than the match in your hand ever could. It seeped into your bones and ignited something in you that you couldn’t quite describe. Was it fear? Anger? Determination? It didn’t matter. Whatever it was spurred you to do something that would inevitably be a turning point to the worst, or best depending on how you looked at it, part of your life. You threw it. Your eyes squeezed tight shut in regret as soon as the splinter left your hand and flinched as you began to feel a stronger heat against your cheeks. “Open your eyes and enjoy the view. It’s beautiful.” You shook your head violently and you heard Wilbur sigh. He placed an almost uncharacteristically gentle hand on your shoulder and another under your chin to turn your head ever so slightly. “Open your eyes, darling. You don’t have to look at the flames. Look at me.” You took a shaky breath and opened your eyes. You met Wilbur’s gaze within seconds but now he looked deranged. The same insane look he’d worn all throughout Pogtopia. And, as much as you hated to admit it, you’d fallen for that look. That chaos-driven, power-hungry lusting that flooded his eyes and sent an unhinged smile tugging at his lips. The look was almost impossible to tear your eyes away from but you managed, turning your head to stare straight at the crime you’d committed. And in the end, Wilbur was right. It was beautiful. update: i haven’t made this into a full story but i have rewritten it so if anyone would actually be interested in reading that then let me know

"Oh hey, Wilbur." "Hey Y/N. How are you?" "Terrible. This server needs so much more chaos to be fun." "Alright. I have something fun.." "Hm? What do you have that'd be fun and chaotic? It seems like everything you do gets you thrown into prison or exile." "Not if you don't get caught." RevivedBur would take your hand and lead you to someones house "What are we gonna do here?" "This." RevivedBur hands you a box of matches "ooo! Arson?" "Yup." "But I don't know if this will start a big enough fire.." "Alright. Thats why I always carry around gasoline." "Wait you do-" RevivedBur takes out a jug of gasoline from his coat "How did you even fit that in there?" Revivedbur ignored your question and unscrewed the cap to the gasoline "Why don't you do the honors, Y/N?" "Okay." RevivedBur Hands you the jug of gasoline and you start pouring it on the house "Alright, lets light a match and throw it on." You took a match out of the box and lit it "What are you waiting for?" "I dunno.." You throw the match onto the gasoline and watch the house quickly get engulfed in flame "Its so pretty, isn't it Y/N?" "Mhm."

-"Come on, light it up and throw it there, y/n. It's not that hard." You stare at the match stick and the box in your hands, then up at the house. You realize you can't bring yourself to commit arson. What would your friends think if you did it? What if they hate you for ever? -"Go on!" Revivebur started to pace around you impatiently. -"Just light it up and throw it, y/n." You lower your hand, wich is shaking slightly. Revivebur mumbles in disapproval and grabs your hands, forcing you to light the match stick. He grabs your wrist and pulls it towards the wooden house. -"Just throw it!" You hesitate. Revivebur lets go of your wrist. You look up at the house. -"if you're not gonna do it, I'll do it myself." He takes the match stick from your hand and throws it inside the house through the window he had smashed earlier. You step back and and close your eyes. -"Let's go." You feel Revivebur put his hand on your shoulder, leading you away from the building. You open your eyes and look back to see the fire light emitting from the broken window. You look forward again, and instead of leaving the heat of the fire behind, it only gets hotter and hotter as you two slowly make your way away from the scene, dodging rocks and lumps of trees. Then, you and Revivebur turn around to look and the house, now covered in flames. A little smirk appears in Revivebur's face. A cold numbness takes over your body at the shock if what you just helped to do. He turns to face you, the smirk replaced by a wide smile, a glint of madness in his eyes. -"isn't it beautiful?"

“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

remember me when this blows up like L'manburg

POV: Revivebur realised how much L'manburg meant to everyone. He was burning houses to cover up the fact that he was hurt as much as everyone else. He claimed it was a tool. A trick. A nothing. But it meant so much more. Why did he have to let it all go? Why did he have to let it all get destroyed because of one thought? ``What have I done..?`` He stared wide eyed at the hot red flames of the wooden house as they sparkled in the dark night sky. Tommy walks up to him, blank faced. ``You alright Will?-`` He turns around to face him and he sees you walking up behind Tommy. ``Phil made you some dinner.`` You say, trying to keep calm next to the flames. Revivebur stares at you and Tommy for a moment then smiles. ``Thank you, Y/N and Tommy.`` He throws away the rest of the matches, secretly lighting them. As you walk away from the fire, it grows larger but you dont seem to notice. Revivebur smirks as you walk away, heading for the portal leading to Technoblade's and Phil's house.. (Just a headcannon <3. I think this is how Wilbur grieves for a L'manburg)

POV You both just sit there. Not moving a single muscle. Watching the flames and the people calling and running. "Thank you." You hear him say. You turn around to look at him, seeing he's Gone ? You wonder.. Was he even there the whole time?

,,It's not that hard, grab the match'" Revivebur, handed you a already lit match. You throw it at a little hut infront of you it started slowly burning, making you and Revivebur smile and slowly back up. ,,Three..'' he said. ,,Two..'' you continued. ,,one'' he whispered, both of you ran away, hearing the hut explode from behind both you. Both of you laughed maniacally, falling onto the grass and laying there, smelling the burned wood from afar. (Please, this took like 3 minutes to know what to write)

"Y/N just throw it already,they deserve it for what they did to you!"you pause for a moment before remembering what they did "your right wil" you smile and throw the match through the window wilbur threw a rock at,you and wilbur walk away with a proud smile on your face "ya know wil,i think we should do this more often!" "it was fun" you confess "heh,you really are related to me,huh?" wilbur says right when you sit on a cliff near technos house "Y/N,WILBUR?" techno yells "COMING!" wilbur yells back before throwing a match behind him,catching someone on fire

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?"

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.

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.

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✨

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".

POV: You are standing right in front of a house that Revivebur has covered with gasoline. You impatiently wait for him to finish tapping your foot on the ground. Once Revivebur is done, he asks you, “Y/N, are you ready? This is your first house, I cant wait to see how you do.” “I know.” A smirk was formed at the corner of your lips as you lit up your match. Watching the match burn in your hands, you felt guilty, but…at the same time…great, powerful and free. You looked back at Revivebur who has a smirk as well. I placed the match on the gasoline which lit up the entire house in a matter of seconds. You stepped back in awe, your eyes glistens and a wide smile appear on your face. Revivebur put his hand on your shoulder in approval. “You did it. It’s beautiful isn’t it?” You pull out your airpods and turn on these songs as you asked, “Lets do more.”