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Wordless Melody

SBI dealing with the fallout from Revivedbur and all of the emotions that his resurrection stirs up. A little bit of hurt/comfort with fluff. Around 1k words, excerpt below! 

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Melodic notes filled the open air, echoing slightly but never faltering. Techno looked up from his reading, cocking his head and just listening to the wordless tune, open notes that resonated with a life of their own and filled his body with a feeling of warmth, comfort. Next to him, Phil looked up as well, a small smile gracing his weary face.

Wilbur was singing again.

For a while, neither Phil nor Techno moved, as though the smallest disturbance would shatter the shaky balance brought by the music and the wordless tune would halt. Techno and Phil didn’t dare so much as breathe until the last of the crisp notes had faded from the air, silence ringing behind them, unspoken words filling the blank gasps.

“It’s been a while since I’ve heard that,” Phil whispered, so softly that Techno wasn’t even sure he’d heard him to begin with. The older man ran his fingers through his hair. They were shaking.

Techno pushed down the part of himself that ached at the sound of Wilbur’s deep voice, the part of him that ached for that time in his youth where Wilbur’s voice didn’t sound so haunting, so broken, a time when hearing his brother’s voice didn’t feel like stumbling across a ghost from the past.

“It’s nice,” Phil continued, filling the silence Techno’s voiceless agreement left behind. “I- I was never quite sure when the next time I would hear his voice would be. You know, before.”

Techno looked over at him, red eyes widening a slight margin as they met Phil’s, icy blue and misty with regret. The shorter blinked and rubbed at his teary eyes, shaking his head like the force of the movement could force the thoughts from his brain, the memories from his being.

His voice cracked when he answered. “You did what you had to do, Phil.”

Read the rest here on AO3 if you want to! :)

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content creators reblog this if you don't mind followers making a long streak of reblogging from you!! sometimes, I feel awkward for making a long reblog streak after checking out posts from blogs, STILL I'm sure it'll probably make the blogger happy somebody's reblogging them??? Like coolio, what a fine sense of devotion and support!!!

HELLO FRIENDO!

It is I, Logan! Or as you may know, solis-nova!

I’m here to tell you, my amazing mutual, that you’re so cool! And amazing! and even if we’ve never interacted, i still appreciate you very much! /p /gen

Ahh!!!! Hello there!!! I see you all over my dash! :D

Awww, you’re super sweet, thank you so much! You’re super cool and amazing as well, and seeing your reblogs and whatnot always brightens my day! <3 /p

Ginger you write dsmp fics now??? I had completely no idea!! omg that's so cool, I really liked your writing style in evermore, I can't wait to read some of them over the weekend!!!

Oh my goodness hi!!! I do!! :D

I remember your original comments on Evermore and just,,, ahh!!! You’re so sweet and lovely! Thank you!!

Who the fuck is Finn????

Ah, I see

Ginger’s DSMP Fic Compilation Post

Hi everyone!! I’ve been a part of the DSMP fandom for a little bit now, and I figured I’m long past due to drop my full list of linked DSMP fics, since that’s primarily what I’m writing these days. These are all based on the characters from the roleplay, not the content creators, and are going to be organized here by their main characters and relationships for convenience. I’ll update this post when I post something new. Enjoy!! :)

Tommy-centric fics

[Nightmare] - The first SMP fic I wrote, revolving around the nightmares Tommy has while on the run from Dream, at Techno’s base. Set during the exile arc. 1k words.

Favor - Second work in the Tommy-centric series, my re-imagination of the scene where Techno steps in and defends Tommy from Dream... unless he wants to cash in his favor. Protective Techno and found family vibes, as well as a cute ending. 2.5k words.

Trust - Same universe as the two previous, Techno POV as he reflects on Tommy’s “betrayal” and what the younger boy means to him. Set right before doomsday. 1k words. 

Anything You Can Do (He Can Do Better) - The fourth work in this series, Tommy angst revolving around the destruction of L’Manberg and his thoughts on Techno and his new replacement. Clingyduo comfort at the end to make up for the hurt. 2k words. 

Seven Days Till Sunlight - The last work in this series, set during the seven days Tommy spent in prison with Dream, a chapter a day. A different end for Tommy where he got to grow as a person and come out of that week stronger and more confidant as opposed to... dead.  Dream is not seen as a sympathetic character, merely a complex one. 8.5k words. 

Over and Over - Not the same series as the previous fics, centered around the idea that Dream killed/brought Tommy back from the void over and over and over again to talk with Wilbur. Dream is very manipulative and unsympathetic, lots of angst. 1.25k words. 

Molasses - My second nickel of “Dream kills Tommy and revives him over and over” fics, this time set after Dream’s escape from prison. Happy ending with Phil! 1.8k words. 

SBI fics my beloved

Close the Door - Techno returns to his family after a long week of travel (with presents!) to find that they’ve attempted to cook him dinner. All comfort and fluff, no hurt. Wilbur is still Ghostbur in this and they all love each other, even if they’re a bit hesitant to admit it. 1.75k words. 

Beating Heart - Phil-centric fic exploring the reasoning behind why he only has one life on the SMP, as well as his relationships with other people, time, and death herself. 4k words. 

Misc Works involving Ranboo, Bee Duo, Bench Trio, etc

Dream’s New Roommate - Set back when Ranboo first told us about the fourth memory book, assumes he got found out to be helping Dream. A little back and forth between Ranboo and Dream as they’re both trapped in the prison. 1k words.

Peaceful Commune - The syndicate is paying Tubbo a visit and he’s nowhere near prepared enough for that, mentally or physically. Tubbo POV with defensive Beeduo parents and Michael. Little bit of angst, little bit of fluff. 2.5k words.

Dinner Guest - Tubbo and Ranboo are having Tommy over for dinner for the first time since Dream killed him in prison, and they’re incredibly nervous about it. Michael is probably the best part of this work, but it’s a little fun, a little fluffy, and that sweet, sweet found family dynamic. 4k words.

Why do I always think of /lh as “light hate” and /pos as “piece of shit”

I saw a tweet about contrapposto, so here’s a post about the lesser-known but equally valid postos that everyone forgets about.

hello I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. The anonymity of tumblr means that I associate my idea/image of you with your icon and sometimes I look at people’s icons and I’m like ‘hmmm….what is that and why?’ 

so pls reblog this and comment in the tags the meaning behind your icon and why you chose it. this is a social experiment. do it for science pls.

Hi there! So this post absolutely destroyed me, thanks! 

But, um, I wrote a little something about it on AO3 here. It’s like 2.4k and doesn’t follow the canon of the stream 100% but it has the gist of it. If you want me to delete it I’ll totally take it down, but this was so freaking emotional and I just wanted to write about it and I hope you don’t mind and are having a great day! :)

The way that c!Tubbo behaved around c!Techno was genuinely so heartbreaking. He geared up in c!Dream’s armor, including the red and black X shield. He was as honest as he could be about Snowchester without putting himself (and others) in danger. The way he just went “people scare me.” When he was asked about being militaristic and having weapons. It was all such a slap in the face of the history between c!Tubbo and c!Techno.

Me @ u <3 your writing is amazing never doubt yourself I love you very much!

STOP it I will CRY🥺🥺🥺 /pos

Seven Days Till Sunlight (fin. work)

I am a horrible gremlin child and I have finally finished Seven Days Till Sunlight, which revolves around Tommy’s prison trauma. I released a chapter a day and the final one came out today, an hour after Tommy fricking DESTROYED our emotions in thirty minutes! :D Anywho, here’s the summary and teaser and whatever.

Summary:  In which Dream learns every way to push Tommy's buttons, and in return, Tommy finds that Dream has a few buttons he can push as well. Mostly angst with a happy ending. You don't need to have read anything else in the series to read this, but if you have, you might pick up on a few references! :) 

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“We’re locked in here together, Tommy.” Dream said, the delighted lilt of his voice poison to Tommy’s ears. “We’ll be here, just the two of us, for a very, very long time.”

Tommy felt like he couldn’t breathe. The lava bubbled and popped behind him, a quiet reminder not to back up any further. “No,” he whispered, his voice coming out nothing more than a strangled whisper. “Sam, let me out.”

“Let me ouuuttt…” Dream mocked him softly, creeping a little closer to the shaking boy. The lava lit up his scars a brilliant white, and his green eyes were predatory, filled with the adrenaline of a hunter stalking his prey.

“Sam!” Tommy’s voice raised in volume and pitch as he stumbled back another dangerous step. “Sam, let me out! Phil! Help me!”

A haunting giggling reached his ears, chilling him to the bones. Dream was laughing, shoulders shaking and arms wrapped around himself as he tried to contain his glee. “Yes, Tommy,” he managed to get out between giggles, “Call for them! Beg and plead for them to come and whisk you away! They’ll hear you eventually… right?” His giggled died down, subsiding into nothing. His eyes glinted with smug excitement. “No one is coming for you, Tommy. You don’t have anyone left but me.”

Tommy could feel himself shaking, but he swallowed down the lump in his throat and turned to face the manipulative bastard in front of him. Dream met his gaze with curiosity, cocking his head. “They’ll come for me,” Tommy said, careful that his voice didn’t waver.

“Oh,” Dream pouted, “Of course they will, Tommy. In fact, I’m sure they’re coming for you right now! You must be their top priority. After all, we both know just how much they care for you.”

“You’re a real dick,” Tommy hissed out, curling in on himself. The statement lacked his usual venom.

Dream just gave him a cold smile. “Cute,” he replied.

Read the rest of it here on AO3, if you so desire! :D

Tommy sprinkles trauma on his character like he sprinkled salt on that “taco” in Quackity’s video

most people writing their smp character: *writes one traumatic event for their character* ok that should be enough for some emotional depth

tommy writing his smp character: *sprinkling trauma into his character's story like seasoning* this is good. hm. no. a little bit more. now this is good. wait no. a little bit more. oh this is great. but it could use a bit more. how about now. hmmmm needs a bit m

Seven Days Till Sunlight

!!!Spoilers for Tommy’s Stream “Last Time Visiting Dream In Prison!!!

Summary: In which Dream learns every way to push Tommy's buttons, and in return, Tommy finds that Dream has a few buttons he can push as well. Mostly angst with a happy ending. You don't need to have read anything else in the series to read this, but if you have, you might pick up on a few references! :)

Chapters: 1/7

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“We’re locked in here together, Tommy.” Dream said, the delighted lilt of his voice poison to Tommy’s ears. “We’ll be here, just the two of us, for a very, very long time.” 

Tommy felt like he couldn’t breathe. The lava bubbled and popped behind him, a quiet reminder not to back up any further. “No,” he whispered, his voice coming out nothing more than a strangled whisper. “Sam, let me out.” 

“Let me ouuuttt…” Dream mocked him softly, creeping a little closer to the shaking boy. The lava lit up his scars a brilliant white, and his green eyes were predatory, filled with the adrenaline of a hunter stalking his prey. 

“Sam!” Tommy’s voice raised in volume and pitch as he stumbled back another dangerous step. “Sam, let me out! Phil! Help me!”

A haunting giggling reached his ears, chilling him to the bones. Dream was laughing, shoulders shaking and arms wrapped around himself as he tried to contain his glee. “Yes, Tommy,” he managed to get out between giggles, “Call for them! Beg and plead for them to come and whisk you away! They’ll hear you eventually… right?” His giggled died down, subsiding into nothing. His eyes glinted with smug excitement. “No one is coming for you, Tommy. You don’t have anyone left but me.” 

Tommy could feel himself shaking, but he swallowed down the lump in his throat and turned to face the manipulative bastard in front of him. Dream met his gaze with curiosity, cocking his head. “They’ll come for me,” Tommy said, careful that his voice didn’t waver. 

“Oh,” Dream pouted, “Of course they will, Tommy. In fact, I’m sure they’re coming for you right now! You must be their top priority. After all, we both know just how much they all care for you.” 

“You’re a real dick,” Tommy hissed out, curling in on himself. The statement lacked his usual venom. 

Dream just gave him a cold smile. “Cute,” he replied.

Continue reading here on AO3, if you so desire! :)

Dream’s New Roommate

whoopsie, forgot to post this when I wrote it. Oh well, I’ll do it now!

Summary:  (Minor kinda-not-really spoilers for Feb 2nd Ranboo Lore Stream) What if they did find the fourth book before Ranboo did? Well, he said it himself... Dream would have a new roommate.

Word Count: 1,160

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The final gate shut with the smooth clicking of redstone, somehow louder than the harsh clang and rattle of iron bars. A sense of finality filled the air as the lava dripped down… down… down…

The skin of his wrists was already buzzing lightly, the weight of the chains around him dragging them down. Ranboo reached up and brushed some of his hair out of his eyes, worrying at his lower lip. Heat crackled in the air, the obsidian beneath his feet hot to the touch.

Staring at the man across from him, everything began to set in. He was really here, he hadn’t been able to stop himself in time, they had caught him. It was inevitable, really. He was a bad liar (getting better!) and when you only have control of yourself half of the time, you’re bound to do some things you regret during the other half.

Dream didn’t even turn to look at him. “So, they’ve finally found you out then, huh?” His dirty blonde hair looked longer than Ranboo had ever remembered seeing it, the greasy locks reaching down to around his shoulders.

Ranboo said nothing, twiddling his thumbs and listening to the light clink of his chains.

“Oh come on, nothing? Not even a laugh for your old friend?” Dream’s tone had turned taunting, a mockery of kindness. “You’re really that butthurt?”

“We are not friends,” Ranboo replied, hoping the bite of his tone was enough to shut Dream up. “I- I- I might not remember everything I’ve ever done, but I do know that I would never be friends with someone like you.”

A harsh wheezing filled the air, sickeningly choked laughter. Dream’s shoulders were shaking. “It’s cute that you think you believe that, Ranboo.”

Finish reading it here on AO3 if you want! :)

me: god if this author doesn’t update I’m going to DIE

also me, an author with several WIPs:

Close the Door!

Summary: Techno returns from his week of travel. His family is more than happy to have him back. (Everyone is happy and I will beat on the canon with a rusty bat to make this work. SBI being cute, family dinners mixed with Techno refusing to admit out loud just how much he loves his family.)

Words: 1773

lil exerpt below :)

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Technoblade huffed one last time as he stepped through the front door. His breath fogged up the air in front of him as he shook some stray snow from his hair. It was cold outside, but then again, who expected the tundra to be warm?

“Oy, close the door!” Tommy’s voice rang from somewhere inside the log house. “You’ll let the cold in!”

Techno rolled his eyes, slamming the door with his foot and sweeping his cloak a little closer around him as he stepped inside. A few stray flakes drifted off to settle on the blue mat.

“I think we’re forgetting whose house this is,” Wilbur reminded the energetic teen with a gentle smile, from where he was draped across the rafters, completely upside down. His arms hung below his head, and while anyone else’s face would be flushed from blood, his greyish white skin was exactly the same as always. Perks of being dead.

“Oh, you’re one to talk! I distinctly remember walking in on you rooting through the lapis downstairs!” Tommy threw a golden apple in his brother’s general direction. The apple just phased through the older boy, as objects did sometimes, hitting the floor and rolling to a stop at Phil’s feet.

He picked it up with a frown. “Boys… fighting…”

“Sorry,” Wilbur replied cheerfully, even though he’d done nothing.

“Welcome home, Techno,” Philza said with a small smile, poking his head around the doorframe to smile at him. “How was your trip?”

“Oh, you know,” Techno replied with a slight drawl, letting the bag in his left hand hit the floor with a heavy thunk. “Same old same old.”

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My two favorite people?????? Winning together??????? Iconic.

sir please that’s my emotional support group of mutuals who I never interact with but still care deeply about

Anything You Can Do (He Can Do Better)

Summary: Everything's fallen apart, and Tommy doesn't know what to focus on as he sits in the ruined wreckage of what used to be L'Manberg. Tubbo shares some of his thoughts with his best friend, trying to help. (I wanted to write Tubbo comforting sad Tommy, sue me.) Angst with a happy ending. 

2,025 words

little excerpt/link below :D 

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Tommy scowled, looking out over the ruined remains of his country. Kicking his legs lightly over the edge, he let out a rough sigh. It hurt his lungs to breathe too heavily, but the rattled breath feels more appropriate now than it ever has.

A couple of spare pebbles tumble over the edge, skipping and plinking off of the harsh drop. It’s so deep that he can’t even see the bottom of it. He closes his eyes and the crackles and bangs of ignited TNT flash beneath his lids. Biting his lip, he shakes the images from his brain and the tears from his eyes. It wouldn’t do anyone any good to cry now.

His fingers clench around the furry edges of his cloak, torn and bloody and threadbare. The oh-so-carefully restitched patches were fraying, and the original light blue of the cloak was barely perceptible through the thick layer of dirt and gunpowder clinging loosely to the fabric. Biting back a hissed curse, Tommy unbuckles the cloak from his shoulders and holds it in shaking hands.

If you want to read the rest on AO3 you can go here! Make sure to double check my warning in the notes. :)

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[Nightmare]

Hey y'all! This is my first fic in the Dream SMP fandom! This will probably flop since I'm not quite sure on tagging and how to make that work for this fandom and 2) there's no romantic relationships in it, but I've been binging the SMP lately, and I couldn't get this earworm of an idea out of my head. :)

DISCLAIMER: This is strictly involving their SMP personas (roleplay) and not a fanfic including their actual, human persons. There's a lot of emphasis put on emotional manipulation and a bit of body horror in this, and the manipulative relationship is seen as a positive one.

Summary:Tommy has a nightmare while in hiding from Dream. Disoriented and confused, he panics. Techno doesn't really know how to help comfort him, but he does his best.

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Tommy could feel his fingernails dig into the soft skin of his hands. He let the pain ground him in the moment. Somewhere in the distance, Tubbo was screaming. He strained to hear the other boy, but he just couldn’t make out what he was saying. It was too muffled.

It was so cold, the chill seeping into his skin. Tommy wrapped his arms around himself, looking around nervously.

In front of him stood a hunched and broken figure, shoulders sagging and head lolling gently to the side. On its face was a gruesome slash of a smile, stretching from one cheek to another and dripping sluggishly with blood. Even as Tommy watched, the figure stuck one finger in his mouth and pulled, the skin of his cheeks ripping and parting the bloody grin as it stared at him. Its eyes were lifeless and dark.

“What’s wrong, Tommy?” the creature hissed at him, shambling closer. One of its shoes was missing, and its head twitched slightly as it spoke.

Tommy tripped over his own feet in his hurry to get away from it, his scream catching in his throat. All that came out was a tiny whimper. He felt the bite of hard stone underneath his palms, and the sharp blossom of pain that followed it.

“Tommy…” the creature sang in a low voice. It sounded tired. “Tommy, you know you can’t run from me. You know it’s better to just give in, right, Tommy?”

Tommy shook his head back and forth, as if to clear the ringing from his ears. He could hear his heartbeat thumping wildly.

Finish reading the rest on AO3 here if you want! :)

Y’all this thing was so cute and if you don’t read it you’re missing outttttttt

A Fog of Green

Soulmate September Day 4 - There is a trail of colour only you can see that marks out where your soulmate has been.

Pairings: Intrulogical, very minor anxceit (it’s mentioned in like two paragraphs at the very end

Warnings: blink and you’ll miss it self deprecation, talk of blood, gore, death (generally just Remus being Remus)

Notes: you can read Intrulogical as romantic or queer-platonic. I like to think of them as QPP’s, but there is talk of proposing at the end and I’m not sure if QPP’s get married?

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Logan sighed, checking his watch for what must have been the seventh time in the past minute. If Patton has been in his position, he may have said Logan was checking his watch for the thousandth time, but he wasn’t, and Logan was not one for hyperboles.

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