Have Some Impluse And Tommy Moments

have some impluse and tommy moments 

Tommy walked across the shopping district, it was nighttime, dim, and empty. No hermits to be seen, No fireworks being set off usually but the dim winds brushed against the young brit's coat.

"Where is everybody?... Hello?" He called out, walking around the district on the lookout for anybody however the silence whelmed his sense of safety yet strangely, there were alluring subconscious whispers that started to get louder and louder in his mind to ears.

"You'll see him again"

"Nobody's here again..."

"You know the reason why they let you stay, Tommy"

"He's waiting at the waters"

Tommy knew that this is probably a trap or some sort of cruel prank but, the voices soothed him numbingly, he'd been submerged in those voices before, the shallow warm welcome with open arms liced with self-doubt and degrading hate that made his chest heavy, his head filled with static that soothed the months of exile.

No matter how many times he tells himself that it isn't his fault, there will be a lingering hand that reaches out to shake hands with those deprecating voices.

He walked along with the voices like a loose puppet on strings, inside his mind might be loud but the deserted district certainly made the atmosphere quieter almost deafening.

Yes, He heard blades clanged, Bombs exploded that rippled the ground, Arrows harshly plopped onto flesh and, Screams that became a hoarse cry...but silence? Is something that he isn't accustomed to.

He hummed a familiar tune, eventually, he started to quietly sing. "I heard there was a special place..." he turned a corner, he can see the portal's glow from a distance, it called for him.

"Where men could go and emancipate..." Hopping over a few twigs and glancing at the bits of mycelium that mixed with the grass. "From the brutality and tyranny of their rulers..." the wind blows by softly, cold and mellow.

He looks up at the portal, the transparent purple hues with the small particles coming and dying out like a firework. The feeling a bitter nostalgia came in, pressing against his chest, he could feel his heart beating visibly along his limbs stiffened.

"Well, this place is real...you needn't fret..." He slowly stepped into the portal, not knowing what it is but the subconsciousness convinced him vaguely.

Warping into the nether, there was a strange pathway leading up to another portal that he'd never seen before, his eyes hurried to inspect the place...Where's the upside-down? Everything is unfamiliar.

And moreover, Why's it cold in the nether?

The Red-ish hue mixed in the blue darkness, making it into a purple mute atmosphere. It gave him mixed signals, although everything seems to be strange, Tommy was unconcerned...more likely unbothered with it.

"You're almost home..."

"He's waiting by the sand"

"Rest well there..."

"You weren't meant to be here anyways..."

"Why get more people involved in your problems when you can just leave"

Aimlessly heading to the portal, he continued his tune "With- Wilbur, Tommy...Tubbo...Fuck Eret..." He sang, no longer quiet, reaching the mysterious portal and slowly traced his fingers down at the side edge of it.

"It's a very big and not so blown-up L'Manburg..." Closing his eyes as he's footed into the portal, His head felt light-headed nonetheless Tommy was blindly untroubled by it since his mind was already occupied.

Opening his eyes, he saw sand and an ocean shore...A beach that wasn't far from a grassy plain. "My L'Manburg..." The shore called for him with the ocean winds greeting him in, his body wasn't even in control anymore by wariness but muted dullness.

"My L'Manburg..." His legs moved blindly across the sand with eyes unfocused, Is this even real? He doesn't know either.

"My L'Manburg..." His eyes caught a blurry silhouette at the waters of the shore, It was hard to see since the skies are still night with the stars reflecting the water and the moon illuminating from behind.

His steps became desperate all of a sudden and squinted his eyes at the figure, trying yo identify who and then the voices stopped all the sudden.

"My...." The figure looks back at him, revealing his face that was now shined on by the water, he was smiling at Tommy warmly...A smile that he so long haven't seen on a beloved's face.

"Tubbo?".

I'm going to hit a nae nae and nobody's going to stop me

mood

Welp there goes any attempt of me trying to speak today-

Note to future self, PLEASE stop scream singing in the car.

fuck

I can imagine that impluse made a deal with techno on making a secret big-Illegal villager farm operation, disguised in the mountains. The reason? Illegally flex on them of course

Few of the members of the Dream SMP noticed the decrease of villagers (mostly Dream, Ranboo, and Tubbo) and tries to figure out why and where they've gone off to.

edit: wrong hermit wrONG HERMI

scar visiting dream smp oneshot made me realize that man, the only thing preventing the dream smp from just being a full-on anarchy server is whatever sense of honor the players still have towards the rules. which. given the fact that I’m 90% certain multiple players have illegal villager farms at the very least isn’t like, much,

Impulse, on his first day in the server: ha, you think THAT’S an illegal villager farm? move over, i’ll show you a REAL illegal villager farm