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Sam: Is it still murder if I give them a heads up?

Quackity: I think that’s called a threat.

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Ranboo: *sneezes*

Phil, on the balcony above him: Bless you!

Ranboo, frantically: God?!

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Tubbo: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Tommy: Depends on who you’re stabbing.

Wilbur: Not if they consent to it.

Ranboo: YES?!

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Dream: You’re right. Violence is not the answer.

George: Phew…

Dream: It’s a question.

George: Wait-

Dream, running off: aND THE ANSWER IS YES

George: DREAM NO

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Reee could you do crime boys dou icon/nf

Yesssss Crimeboys r my favorite

(I’ll tag you when it’s done)

DSMP Duo Icons, pt 2

I did these ones a liiiittle differently than my Pumpkin Duo ones, just bc why tf not.

Any other requests are welcome! (I get bored)

@pennysgold

themmm

psstt hey cmere

closer...

them :D

some dsmp!crimeboys for you because I miss them

After today's lore and with the grip this song has on me right now, I propose Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush is the anthem to c!crimeboys.

Think about it, C!Wilbur got pissed when C!Tommy revealed the truth about Exile ans how he felt about exile. C!Wilbur didn't know that would ever happen to C!Tommy when he was dead. He still loves his brother deeply. Enough to go face his abuser with him and give him even a little peace of mind and freedom back.

Reversely, C!Tommy would have done anything for C!Wilbur to have not died during November 16th. He loves his brother a lot and would do anything for him even though he is the younger sibling.

A new art post will be coming shortly, but I finished something that I had started writing a couple months ago. 

It's a cannon divergent story about Wilbur and Tommy's cannon story ending. It's a little heavy, but I actually like it so here. 

Tommy's escaped to Techno's and he is absolutely wrecking havoc with Ghostbur.

'Wires' by The Neighbourhood is so pogtopia!wilbur and literally any of the other pogtopia members

they r so scrunk here !!!

"This tower...is where I went to kill myself."

The sentence is a punch to the stomach. Wilbur is suddenly terribly nauseous, his stomach twisting. A horrifying image forms into his mind. His little brother, stood atop a dirt tower overlooking the beach, prepared to die. Tommy had been given the sadness inside him like a hand-me-down coat from Wilbur.

Dream had almost killed his brother. His baby brother who had never been anything but wonderful. A light haired boy who loves cows and allium flowers. A boy who had stuck by his older brother's side through every hardship. A child. His child. Wilbur is struck with the urge to grab onto Dream and sink his fingers into his flesh. To tear at his bones until they crack. He wants him to suffer for every little grievance he ever caused Tommy.

"-ur? Wilbur?" The first thing he notices as he snaps back into reality is Tommy's hand on his shoulder. An anchor tethering him to the ground. He takes a steadying breath, clearing the images of Dream's blood splattered across the ground from his mind.

"Sorry, I zoned out," Wilbur explains, and it isn't a lie. Tommy's brows are furrowed as he stares up to his brother. His pale blue eyes dart across his face, searching for something. After a moment of staring he looks away, toward the water.

youre telling me theres a show about an angsty poet teen and his animal loving younger brother and their two animal companions completely unrealted to crimeboys

The wound in Wilbur's chest still bleeds sometimes. Well, bleed might not be the right word. It oozes blue, slowly dripping down his stomach. I wrap bandages around it with shaking hands, allowing my fingers to be dyed blue. He smirks down at me when I'm done, showing his smoke stained teeth. Within an hour the bandages will be soaked through and I'll have to replace them for the fifteenth time today, but in the meantime he'll put his sweater and coat back on we'll go walk around the borders of Las Nevadas.

He will ramble aimlessly about whatever new plan he's made to catch Quackity's attention. I will nod along and smile and joke. My hands will still shake as we walk through the sun soaked sand, and his grin will still falter when he steps just the wrong way and feels the pain in his torso, but we will be alive. We will feel the sun on our faces and the wind in our hair. We will hear one another's voices and allow our gazes to linger too long on our matching white streaks. We will not think of train stations or darkness or the crushing weight of being not quite dead.

He will ruffle my hair fondly when I say something funny, and I will not flinch. I will wack his arm with sticks when he says something stupid, and he will not yell. We aren't better, but we aren't worse, and for today that is enough.

Symphony's Leitmotif

some in world media stuff for dsmp because i cannot believe no one ever goes into how reporters and shit would interpret the events

idk

Let’s be the bad guys!

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droppin my favorite crimeboys comic here

Help I've been infected with crimeboys

pre ho16...