[Nightmare]

[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! :)

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

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! :)

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

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Who the fuck is Finn????

Ah, I see