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// dsmp rp
"c!dream is morally black."
not according to deontology, teleology, and virtue ethics he's not!
also like- people can change? and even though he already is gray, just add some white to make it a lighter gray?? the white being the right kind of support???
not gonna say that c!rivals is exactly therapeutic but it'll definitely help c!dream heal at least a bit. the difference between c!bedrockboys and c!rivals is that c!techno isn't the person c!tommy needs, but he is what c!dream needs.
c!tommy needed someone to guide him so he wouldn't rush into situations blindly. c!dream needs someone to see through his bullshit so he can get genuine human connection. c!techno does a pretty good job doing the latter, but not so much the former :)
that incorrect quotes generator is gaining popularity again so i tried some with sbi
so i realised that due to my being the only clout farmer in timezone [redacted], i can use this to my advantage! hello, everyone!
are you a fan of fics? are you a fan of horror fics? do you love c!wilbur, c!tommy, and dreamxd? because if so, oh boy, do we have the collection for you!
introducing clout farm's style challenge, collection two! electric boogalo, if you will. it's got contributions from @cacowhistle, @thanotaphobia, @conkopodwii, @zrenia, @bonesandthebees, @rebelpeas, @awesamblr, @bandanabiel, @rosy-cheeked-girl, lilcrabcrab, and yours truly—and here's the real kicker! we don't know who wrote what!
no, seriously. we just spent two weeks using the same prompts and writing in complete secrecy. for the next week or so, we (along w anyone who wants to read!) are going to be guessing who wrote what, based on content + writing style. everything is valid evidence in the clout farm style challenge. at some point, you'll be able to access a google doc and vote too, so, yknow! bring on the conspiracies! we had a lotta fun w this lmao <3
Researching torture to see if Exile was actually technically torture and seeing a lot of definitions that can fit with what happened in Exile
(And I mean this in a “wow Exile feels like it gets worse every time you think about it” way not like. It Wasn’t That Bad)
Ghostinnit
So I made a ghostinnit au-
Ghostinnit:
-He died in exile, one of those times where he woke up in the water but he was so deep he couldn't swim up in time.
-he's constantly scared because of the way he died, so he's really jumpy. (Whenever he gets scared he Like-- d i s s o l v e s into the air.)
-He hangs around Ghostbur the most, when Wilbur is revived, though, he stays away from him the most. (Without counting dream)
-He can't talk. All that comes out when he tries to are bubbles. He can still make noises tho.
-Insead of giving dye like ghostbur, he pulls out a single petal from the flower on his head and hands it to someone (it's a sign that he trusts you).
-He's unable to touch anyone (except ghostbur), whenever someone tries to it's literally just like you put your hand in water and he doesn't feel it.
-If you he's made upset his tears will be a mixture of blood and water, he starts choking on it as well (they figured it out one time when Quackity tried to get him to act like old Tommy. They avoid yelling at him.)
just took this quiz and got exile tommyinnit, feeling good!
someone please tell me that they too think c!ranboo is the soldier, c!tommy is the poet, and c!tubbo is the king
Tommy knew he was waist deep in shady shit, but the money offered was too much to say no.
The gun pointed at his head helped too, he guessed.
He'd known that once he got himself involved in the illegal hitmen scene, he was never going to crawl out of it alive. But desperate times called for desperate measures. Neither he nor his roommates were making enough to make ends meet.
So here he was, sneaking into some snobbish rich kid's room with the intention to kill. He had snuck in to the house - no, mansion - fairly easily. A little too easily, considering that this was a rich family and they really have ought to invest in better security measures.
It was the middle of the night, when no sane person would be awake. The only light source Tommy had was the moonlight reflecting off his knife blade.
He crept quietly into his target's room, zeroing in on the lump of person under the blankets (those were really thick duvets, god these people were rich). Tommy only hesitated for a second, questioning the same question he always had whenever he did a hit:
What did this person do to deserve such a fate?
A flash of pink barely caught his eye as Tommy starts bringing the knife down, but before he could land his strike, Tommy's being pushed backwards. He topples onto the floor with a disgruntled yelp, his victim-turned-attacker pinning him to the ground, one forearm pressing dangerously on his throat and one hand holding down the wrist which held his knife.
In this awful predator-becomes-prey moment, Tommy makes two very annoying observations: his victim's hair was pink, not brown, and he was pretty certain snobbish rich kids weren't supposed to be this agile.
"What the fuck?" he exclaimed.
The figure holding him down raises an eye at him.
"What do you mean what the fuck? You just tried to kill me!"
Tommy's eyes darted around, trying to find a way out while struggling under the man.
"I know that, why the fuck are you so hard to kill? They told me you'd be this lanky-ass brunette." The words came spewing out of Tommy's mouth as if they would help him out of the predicament in any way.
"Brunette? So you are here for Wilbur."
"Yeah, Wilbur Craft - wait, so who the fuck are you - "
The bedroom lights switch on suddenly, a tall brunette man at the door. Silence fills the room, and something in Tommy clicks that the man was Wilbur Craft, the hit he received. But before he could take advantage of the small distraction, Wilbur is talking:
"They sent a child after me?"
A/N: Am I uploading a Neapolitan Trio blurb/writing idea instead of working on my WIPs? Yes, and you cannot stop me.
When Wilbur dug a bit too far into one of his father's coworker's affairs, he knew they would send someone after him eventually. He just wasn't expecting them to send a literal child to assassinate him.
"You're what, fourteen?"
"I'm seventeen, bitch," bit back the kid. "Let me the fuck up!"
"Uh, no," drawled Techno. "You tried to kill me."
"I wasn't aiming for you, it's not counted."
"Bruhh, your knife was coming straight at me."
"I wasn't aiming for - "
Wilbur let out an exasperated sigh, interrupting them.
"Tech, let him go."
"He has a knife."
"You can easily take it off him and you know it."
Technoblade let out a huff before snatching the knife right out of a bewildered Tommy's grip. He tossed the knife at Wilbur, who caught it deftly.
As it turns out, a completely flabbergasted Tommy was very easy to manhandle into a chair.
"Alright, who sent you, kid?" asked Wilbur, flipping the knife in his hands.
Immediately, Tommy's guard was up. If there were any two things that were drilled into him, it would be "never reveal your employer" and "never reveal your identity".
He wasn't too sure how well he was faring for the second one considering the two men could tell he was pretty young even under the green bandana that hid most of his face.
"Nobody," he replied, his eyes following the knife warily as it was flipped in the air.
Wilbur sighed. "I really doubt a kid just decided to come assasinate some rich person's son."
"Look," Tommy's knee starts bouncing. "Maybe I just really hate rich people."
Based on the skeptical looks the two men were giving him, Tommy guessed that they weren't buying it.
Sighing, Wilbur tried, "Whatever they're paying you, we can double that, even triple that."
Something in Tommy broke at that, and he barks out a laugh that is barely sane.
"You think you can just throw money at me and the problem goes away? You don't know the first thing about hitmen. We. Fulfill. Our. Hits. No selling your employer out. No failures. Or you die."
Wilbur and Techno took in Tommy's clenched teeth, his wary eyes, the way his body practically buzzed with the need to move and get out.
"But - " Tommy immediately hated the sad look Wilbur sent Techno. "You're just a kid."
Tommy raised an eyebrow at them.
"And? I was never shown kindness for being young."
A look passes between Wilbur and Techno, and both of them knew what the other was thinking: they would get this kid out of the hole he was in. How it would fare with the main issue at hand (Wilbur being on a hitlist) was a problem, but they were willing to try regardless.
Tommy knew he was waist deep in shady shit, but the money offered was too much to say no.
The gun pointed at his head helped too, he guessed.
He'd known that once he got himself involved in the illegal hitmen scene, he was never going to crawl out of it alive. But desperate times called for desperate measures. Neither he nor his roommates were making enough to make ends meet.
So here he was, sneaking into some snobbish rich kid's room with the intention to kill. He had snuck in to the house - no, mansion - fairly easily. A little too easily, considering that this was a rich family and they really have ought to invest in better security measures.
It was the middle of the night, when no sane person would be awake. The only light source Tommy had was the moonlight reflecting off his knife blade.
He crept quietly into his target's room, zeroing in on the lump of person under the blankets (those were really thick duvets, god these people were rich). Tommy only hesitated for a second, questioning the same question he always had whenever he did a hit:
What did this person do to deserve such a fate?
A flash of pink barely caught his eye as Tommy starts bringing the knife down, but before he could land his strike, Tommy's being pushed backwards. He topples onto the floor with a disgruntled yelp, his victim-turned-attacker pinning him to the ground, one forearm pressing dangerously on his throat and one hand holding down the wrist which held his knife.
In this awful predator-becomes-prey moment, Tommy makes two very annoying observations: his victim's hair was pink, not brown, and he was pretty certain snobbish rich kids weren't supposed to be this agile.
"What the fuck?" he exclaimed.
The figure holding him down raises an eye at him.
"What do you mean what the fuck? You just tried to kill me!"
Tommy's eyes darted around, trying to find a way out while struggling under the man.
"I know that, why the fuck are you so hard to kill? They told me you'd be this lanky-ass brunette." The words came spewing out of Tommy's mouth as if they would help him out of the predicament in any way.
"Brunette? So you are here for Wilbur."
"Yeah, Wilbur Craft - wait, so who the fuck are you - "
The bedroom lights switch on suddenly, a tall brunette man at the door. Silence fills the room, and something in Tommy clicks that the man was Wilbur Craft, the hit he received. But before he could take advantage of the small distraction, Wilbur is talking:
"They sent a child after me?"
A/N: Am I uploading a Neapolitan Trio blurb/writing idea instead of working on my WIPs? Yes, and you cannot stop me.
kaoru hitachiin x c!wilbur yaoi amv
Why is Partner in Crime - Madilyn Mei lowkey c!Tommy coded???
and i remember who all this was for
I should write more posts losing my shit about c!Tommy I miss him
I still love him and he is so close to my heart always I just don't post about him
i Should though
I should write more posts losing my shit about c!Tommy I miss him
I still love him and he is so close to my heart always I just don't post about him
i Should though
My biggest fear with Tommy’s recent lore streams, is that in the next few days/weeks we are going to find out that the price of the revive book is that it isn’t actually permanent and can’t be properly sustained for long. My next big fear is that c!Tommy is actually aware of this, and that is why he has been running around the SMP tying up a bunch of his loose ends and unresolved traumas, so that when he enevitably dies this time he won’t end up in limbo like Wilbur and Schlatt who still have unfinished business.
But that’s just a fear... right?
Everybody shhh, brain thinking hush okay so. With the recent Tommy lore stream I could SWEAR there’s Greek myth to parallel c!Tommy taking the axe out too early and causing the whole plan to be foiled. But I can’t remember what it is, does anyone know??? What is it...?
You know, I think that with all this talk of whose to blame between c!Tommy and c!Sam that we take the time think about why we get no perspective for c!Dream. I just find it interesting that at the end of the day the one who killed Ghostbur was still c!Dream, he made that conscious decision. However since we never get to see his perspective and c!Dream’s been in the prison for so long, we’ve taken for granted at this point that c!Dream is a narrative device instead of an actual character who makes his own decisions.
And yeah, all parties deserve a little blame, c!Tommy for bringing Ghostbur to begin with, and c!Sam for adhering so strongly to a faulty system. But at the end of the day, the death message will always read out as:
“Wilbur Soot was slain by Dream”
Now in this dire moment of grief and anguish I feel the need to bring up the small glimmer of hope that can save us;
c!Tommy still has a piece of Slime in his enderchest.
Happy birthday to my baby Chomito the bestest boy in the world! Please enjoy my favorite doodle I’ve ever made of him for the occasion.
Also Please ignore that my thumb kinda looks like amongus
It’s especially interesting when you know that the relationships they’re complaining about are often the only ones in the story who actually reference and treat his abuse as a ‘bad’ thing.
character: *treats ctommy with basic decency”
inniters: :0!!! safe person!! !
some stupid bitches, every time without fail: god stfu this character is more than being nice to ctommy ugh this character isnt about him!!!