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Tommy: I don’t remember my birth parents either.
Ranboo: I didn’t know you were adopted. You look more like Phil than Wilbur does.
Tommy: yeah. Wilbur always said it was because I was supposed to be in this family.
Ranboo: does it bother you? Not remembering, I mean.
Tommy: no. Phil says I was taken away by the state when I was three. I don’t have memories from before, but.. I have nightmares sometimes. I’d rather not know why.
From the small town au. No context, we die like L’manhole
Because my brain is doing this now, some dsmp people as, like, times of year or sorts of days.
Sapnap is the part of winter when the excitement of the snow has worn off but the cabin fever hasn’t set in yet. When there’s a decent amount of snow on the ground and it’s not first snow sparkly but not gross and brown either.
George is that bit at the beginning of spring when everything is kind of wet cold, but you can tell that it’s not winter anymore and everything is muddy.
Dream is state fair season at the end of summer when everything is exciting and busy but there’s that little bit of latent anxiety with school coming up again.
Eret is those days in any season when you step outside and everything feels a little off from reality, but in like a pleasant, ethereal way. Fairy days.
Quackity is those days in summer when you can tell that you’re neighbors are barbecuing.
Ranboo has distinct late/mid school year vibes. The perfect blend of stress and not giving a shit.
I feel like Techno is those days when it's raining just the lightest little bit but the sun is still shining.
Tubbo is the day when it was supposed to rain really hard but then it's sunny and beautiful all day.
Tommy is the day before the Fourth of July. I don't really have an explanation for this.
This might be exclusive to me, but Shlatt is a summer family reunion where you can count the people you recognize on one hand. And the venue edges just a little bit into uncomfortably warm.
Bad is the last day or two of school when you don't have anything to do and your locker is all cleaned out so you're just there in this weird luminal space suspended between structure and freedom.
Conversely, Skeppy is the first week of summer when everything is exciting and you feel all that summer potential rising up and you think about all the things you'll do when really summer is just the freedom to do nothing remotely productive for three months.
Wilbur is a good solid thunderstorm day where the sky turns black and the air smells like electricity, but only if one enjoys thunderstorms. If one is unsettled by thunderstorms then that is simply not the vibe.
Niki is autumn. Not for the holidays or for the colors or the pumpkin spice or anything like that, but for the ability to once again wear sweaters and layers of clothes. And also specifically the very beginning of fall when most of the trees are still green but once in a while you see one that's bright red orange or even the ones that go just ever so slightly red pink.
Karl is a late spring early summer day where the temperature is perfect but there's like a slightly chilly breeze but otherwise it's beautiful and the only problem is that the sun is literally too bright to open your eyes.
Phil is a winter day with really good packable snow and it's sunny so even though you bundle up to go outside you take your coat off after like a half hour, and your probably gonna do some sledding of questionable safety.
some more small town sbi house because it’s been a criminally long time since I posted
Techno and Phil share a duplex
Tubbo and Tommy think Wilbur is the coolest thing ever and he’s a really great big brother
Tommy has a golden retriever collie mix named henry
Tubbo is two days older than Tommy
Tommy will occasionally, in a fit of rebellion, “move in” with Techno for a few days until he inevitably misses Tubbo too much and moves back in with Phil. Phil and techno just roll with it
Techno has a white Tibetan mastiff named Steve. Steve doesn’t do much
Tommy and Tubbo take one look at tall, gangly, socially awkward Ranboo and just go “big man needs us” and freaking adopt him and he just rolls with it because it’s affection and he couldn’t stop them anyway. Tommy is doing his very best to be a bad influence on Ranboo and Tubbo has threatened Techno with a custody war multiple times
Phil notices that Ranboo likes to be around the dogs but both dogs are very much someone else’s so he asks Ranboo if he wants a pet and they get him a bunny
Tommy and Tubbo have to be separated when either of them is sick because they’re both extra clingy when they’re sick and will get the other sick immediately. But it’s also very very hard to separate them
They swap back and forth between having breakfast at Techno’s or at Phil’s
Tommy and Phil are the same height, but Tommy is tall and Phil is short, I don’t make the rules
They have one car. It used to be Techno’s
Winnie the pooh au? Idk, just wilbear soot and raccooninnit and crowza and techno pig and tubbgoat and catboo vibing in the woods. Their Christopher Robin is just Chat. Techno is the biggest and has some grey spots because I said so. Tommy gets dirty and damaged more than any of the others. He has a little bandana around his neck. Wilbur is the softest and he has a little guitar.
im bored and i have no shame so here have this entirely unedited draft that i’ll probably never finish
“You two don’t sit still much, do you?”
Phil watched the two boys carefully. The taller one looks ready to bolt, or possibly attack Phil if it came to that. He’s wiry, barely an ounce of meat on him, fear poorly hidden by anger on his dirty face and a hand tucked into his friend’s. His clothes aren’t anywhere close to new or even clean. Phil took in the worn shirt and wondered if one of Wilbur’s old shirts would fit him. The little one looked a bit less world worn, if only because he’s less gaunt. By the way the taller was poised to react if Phil made some wrong move, he could guess that he must have been the protector. Phil wouldn’t be surprised if he gave most of his food to his friend when times were lean.
The short one was looking at Phil with a politely neutral expression. It was a facade though, Phil realized. His eyes had a familiar observant intensity. Phil smiled, reminded of a boy with pink hair who’d looked at him the same way.
“No sir,” the little one answered.
Phil keeps his face even and lets himself be judged. The short one spares a glance at his friend, hardly taking his eyes off of Phil for more than a few seconds, and Phil watches the two boys have an entire conversation in front of him without uttering a word. He catches the head tilt of a question, and barely keeps from laughing out loud at hearing the little one mumble, “I can’t understand you when you look at me like that.”
Eventually, their conversation reaches its conclusion because now the tall one is looking at him with loaded and hesitant hope and the little one turns back to Phil with the air of a businessman.
“Do you have anything that needs fixing at your house?”
He doesn’t ask anything else. Not for food or shelter or even pay for the labor. And oh, Phil wants to pull them both into his arms and give them the chance to forget the ways they’ve learned to keep themselves alive. But he can’t. Not yet. They’re too wary, too tired now to accept the possibility of rest, so he pretends to look thoughtful for a moment.
“The garden is about ready. Big harvest this year; I doubt I could pull it all in by myself. I’m not as young as I used to be.” He doesn’t mention that he has two helpers waiting at home, nor that age has never really made a dent in his ability.
“We’re good with gardening,” the taller one says, finally speaking up now that Phil has apparently been deemed mostly harmless.
“Harvesting, at least,” the shorter one interjects.
“Yeah. Never could get anything to grow on our own, but we’ve helped with plenty of harvests.”
“That’s good. I can pay you and feed you if you’ll give me a little help.”
The boys’ eyes get a bit brighter, and the short one nods enthusiastically.
“My house is this way. It’s a bit into the woods; can you walk that far?”
The tall one apparently takes offense to that, because he huffs and pulls on his friend's hand, speeding up and walking ahead of Phil towards the woods. The smaller one looks back at Phil, who smiles goodnaturedly, and then turns back to follow his friend. Phil follows at a distance. He won’t begrudge these two their independence. They’ve been through too much to be patronized, even by genuine concern for them.
Soon though, they reach the edge of the woods and slow down, realizing they don’t know the way. They’re startled by Phil draping his cloak over their shoulders. He couldn’t help it; they looked so cold. And it felt better to do something instead of just wondering how often they slept outside in this weather. The shorter looked down in shock, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. The tall one looked at Phil with something between accusation and confusion. His eyes widened when Phil walked past, though. Phil smiled, a bit of mischief in his eyes as the tall one nudged his friend without looking away and suddenly there were two sets of eyes staring in awe at the large wings on Phil’s back.
“It’s this way,” Phil said, gesturing for the boys to follow.
“You have wings!” The tall one shouted.
“Can you fly?” The other asked.
“Not here, the trees are too low. I’d have to go over.”
“You can fly!” That was the tall one again.
“Thanks mate, I noticed.”
He didn’t miss another wordless exchange between the two, but he didn’t bother wondering what it was about.
“What should I call you?” He asked, letting the conversation drift away from his wings. Surprisingly, the taller took no time to answer.
“Tommy. This is Tubbo.”
“Tommy,” Tubbo scolded, for some reason.
“Tubbo, huh?” Phil asked.
“Sorry sir. It’s… Toby. My name is Toby.”
Tommy looked upset at that.
“I can call you what you like. Do you prefer Tubbo?”
Tubbo looked surprised, but Tommy answered for him.
“He does.”
Tubbo looked at Phil apprehensively. Apparently deciding that Phil was being genuine, he nodded shyly.
“Tubbo it is then.”
They walked for a while, Phil leading at little more than an amble, and the two boys trailing behind him, whispering excitedly and glancing at his wings, and sharing the cloak between them.
They reached the house by the time the sun was almost down. The horses were missing from their small stable, which meant that techno and will were still out. That was probably good. Phil didn’t want to overwhelm the two boys. He ushered them inside, not missing how they were trying to hide their shivering, especially Tommy.
“The garden is out back. We can work on it tomorrow,” Phil said.
“Tommy and I can work on it tonight if you want,” Tubbo offered.
“It can wait. We can have dinner for now. May as well rest while it’s dark.”
Behold, gibberish!! I love this concept but I know I’ll never get around to actually writing it so here’s my unfiltered word barf of an idea! If anybody writes this we’ll be best friends forever, it’s the rules.
Fate!Tommy Fantasy au where Tubbo and Tommy are kinda on their own for the most part, and Tommy has got this destiny situation that he’s just avoiding at every turn like pink hair anime girl avoiding being a main character. They meet the rest of sleepy inc and they’re all trying to adopt this tall child and Tommy really likes them but is trying not to let them adopt him because he has tubbo and he argues that tubbo is all he needs even though tubbo knows that’s bullshit, and then tubbo gets injured and he immediately runs to them for help and is successfully adopted. Wilbur can basically tell whenever Tommy is in trouble. Pre adoption brotherly instincts. Tommy sees freaking Excalibur in the woods and just draws googly eyes on it and walks away. There’s some version of this where Tommy #destiny dies and Wilbur’s not having it so he just straight up breaks into whatever their version of the underworld is and brings him back, possibly fighting some gods along the way. Techno is impressed because mythology. Once Tommy is back they get a visit from foolish, who is in charge of the line between life and death, and he’s like “more power to ya, tbh that was really moving, but you just broke the rules of life and death. Not as in violated, either. Busted. Broken. So what are we gonna do about this?”
Made an sbi into the woods au I guess
c!Dream Masterlist
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~ Reader Insert Works ( c!Dream x Reader ) ~
Twin Flames (Request) GN!Reader Dream finally finds someone who makes him feel alive.
Jailbreak (Request) - GN!Reader You missed your boyfriend. Too bad he had to go and get himself in prison. Well… Nothing you couldn’t fix.
Manhunt (Request) - Fem!Reader First impressions aren’t always correct…
Closer (Enemies To Lovers - Request) - GN! Reader Knowing your enemies, and the consequences that came after that.Under The Weather (Headcanon) - GN! Reader How they react to you being ill
~ Headcanons ~
Do You Need A Place To Stay“ - GN! Reader - Platonic
Forger/Blacksmith!Reader - GN! Reader
Snippets In Time - GN! Reader
Incorrect Dream Smp x Reader Quotes
Rainy Day - GN! Reader - Can be read as Platonic
━ the world's a little blurry .
Quackity x Reader - Chapter 1 : The Cartel
word count : 2.7k
a/n : this is gonna be an extensive series that will have a lot (i mean a lot) of chapters, cant promise ill actually finish it to the end but ill try. updates will be slow i think ? i get distracted and burnt out very easily BUT IM TRYING MY BEST!!!!! also if u prefer reading on ao3, u can read this from my ao3 account :] pls enjoy ! <3
small update: i removed the dialogue indents cus they would keep removing themselves and it was actually pissing me off...
A large shadow peered over you, larger than it was just the day before. The sound of shoes running up to where you were got closer until they stopped by you, accompanied by laughs.
“Holy fuck!” Tommy wheezed out loud. “The penis is back!”
“Yeah… Holy fuck?” You laughed.
Eret’s large stone tower stood high above the land, which was now lined with dark obsidian. Just the day before, right where the tower stood was a small little hut with a sign reading: ‘Size doesn’t matter’ that Fundy built as a prank (also revenge for building an insanely large tower the day before).
Tommy continued laughing, “Fundy is going to lose his shit when he sees this!”
“Have the others seen this?!” You asked.
As if they heard the both of you-
“OH MY GOD!”
You heard Tubbo yell out from behind. You spun around and saw Tubbo and Jack with their mouths hung open. They both ran up to you and Tommy, forming a horizontal line, just staring at Eret’s tower.
“Okay no- This is so stupid,” Tommy said, “Please, I need to discuss important business.”
Tommy walked off and made his way to his now destroyed Power Tower, climbing up to the top, you and the others following. You all looked out at the little shack built into the side of a hill with a small sign hung above that read: ‘TommyInnit Enterprise.’”
“So… Here's the thing,” Tommy sighed. “What really hit me earlier- I’ve got a big war on my hands, right?”
You all looked at each other and nodded silently.
You never actually experienced the war between Tommy and Dream, you’d only come across the Dream SMP a few months after. You and Tommy instantly became friends despite the warnings from all the residents. Tommy told you about the war and the Disc Saga and how it all went down, in his own interpretation obviously.
“Yeah... I think you three are gonna join me since, let’s be honest, there’s three, you know, the three T’s and... Y/N!” You playfully scoff at the last remark.
Tommy continues, “We’re really trying to solidify our dynamic! I would imagine you’re gonna join me, I know you fuckin’ will Tubbo and Y/N-
“HEY!” Tubbo exclaimed while turning to you with a look on his face.
“...But I imagine you will also be Jack.”
Jack nods.
“Now listen to me.
“You all know I gave away the discs for the good of L’Manberg. All right, but I want to get them back and I was thinking right... What are Dream’s weaknesses?
“In every single war, Dream has destroyed the shit out of our bases, look at this!”
He flung his arms out to showcase the dirtied and scuffed terrain around his ‘Enterprise’, also referencing the destruction of Tubbo’s old house and the land surrounding L’Manberg.
He starts pointing all around the tower, “We’re standing on a half burnt down, destroyed Power Tower!”
We all looked around at each other and started cheering him on, “Right... Yeah, YEAH!”
“But what hit me was the one thing Dream does is he either wants, or he respects other people’s items...
“The only thing he’s done is steal my discs because he puts value in them! He doesn’t destroy them at all! He got rid of my entire base, but he left the chests! He left the chests!”
He turns to Jack, “And the one time he wanted to burn the chests, he offered you a thousand dollars!”
“That’s true...” Jack agreed.
“So, what hit me was that Dream respects items but not the land or any buildings. If I’m going up against him, I know this sounds stupid, but I’m gonna need a safe room with a bunch of chests and valuables, like a full 360 room! If I lose items, he won't break in because he respects items.”
Tommy looks at the three of you with bright eyes, “Okay follow me.”
The four of you climbed down the tower and made your way over to Tommy’s base. You continue to follow him while Tommy grabs a nearby pickaxe and goes through his back door to the other room with small chairs and his jukebox. He begins to hack at the corner of the wall signalling where he wants the secret room to go. Both Jack and Tubbo grab their pickaxes and start helping out with the walls.
You lean against the other wall, “Why in your private quarters?”
“Y’know cause it’s private so it lessens the chance of Dream coming in here,” Tommy huffed.
You stifled a laugh, “Oh yeah, cause Dream respects signs.”
“Fuck off.”
The three dig out a room and start placing empty barrels and storage blocks lining the walls, floor, and ceiling. You decide to walk around and look for Fundy while the men (boys) banter in the back room.
“Look at that! Oh Christ- What are you doing?!”
“What do you mean ‘what am I doing?’?”
“I’m trying to build this and you’re mining it!”
“Isn’t this what you wanted?!”
“Tubbo, get out of here... Clearly you don’t deserve to be here.”
“Hey!”
Just outside the arch of Tommy’s little shack, you’re met with Fundy face to face with Eret’s new and improved tower. You could imagine the look on his face just from the way his ears perked up under his uniform and his tail swishing irritably.
You quietly chuckled to yourself as you walked up to Fundy, “So, Fundy, what’s your thoughts on the new building in town?”
“What the fuck... It’s too big!”
“I thought you said size doesn’t matter!?”
“I've changed my mind,” he hisses in response.
The trio caught up with the two of you and once again you all stood around looking at the tower.
Fundy rubbed his head, “Goddamn obsidian... No way.”
His ears perked up after he sifted through his thoughts for a second.
A large grin stretched across his face, “Did you know that pee is stored in the balls, Tommy.”
A roar of gasps emitted from everyone's mouths, followed by a string of confused chuckles.
“Wait, you're just going to put a pair of balls on it?” You questioned.
“I plan on flooding the entire thing.”
“Where are the balls?” Jack spoke up.
Fundy turned to Jack, “Last time you said it was the bottom layer?”
“Well, I- I didn’t actually say that but- Yeah, fair enough.”
Tommy started walking around the base of the great tower, looking up at the very top, “I think you should at least destroy the top bit because this is a monster.”
He continued, “Listen, I mean this in the most sincere and serious way possible... Eret’s great penis is a monster.”
You and Tubbo covered your mouths and laughed together.
“Alright so tell me what your idea was, other than shaving the top off?” Fundy asked Tommy.
“Shave? Why would you describe it as shaving, man?!”
“I’m pretty sure there’s a medical procedure for this,” Tubbo chimed in.
Tommy’s eyebrows perked up, “What’s it called for a building?”
“No, for a penis.”
You wiped your eyes from laughing at the absolute ridiculousness of the current conversation, “Oh my god- Oh my god...”
The boys kept scheming amongst themselves, but you decided to check on the secret room in Tommy's enterprise. You walk in and see a piece of paper sticking out of one of his chests. It didn’t look like a map, and it had a lot of writing on it. Your hand reaches for the top of the chest, and you push it up, opening it and seeing a letter with messy black ink scribbled over the page. You picked it up and your eyes scanned over the message.
Hey Tommy!
Listen here, you’re missing out on the big money! The big bucks! You know what I’m saying. There’s a lot of things you can do… Not drugs, I’m clean! I’m serious!
Anyway, you know… everyone has access to all of the resources around you, right? But what if YOU were the only one who had access to those resources? You would have so much power, power beyond belief. And that’s what you need Tommy! POWER!
Here’s the plan…
You need an infrastructure, so you build a minecart highway, make everyone use it and then eventually they’ll get used to it and use it as common transportation. Then before they know it… You pop up in the middle of the fucking highway with a diamond sword and you fucking hijack their shit and take EVERYTHING they fucking have! They won’t see that shit coming! I’m telling you that’s the way it’s gotta be!
And look! I even made blueprints for you. You can’t show anyone though… they’re kind of a secret where I come from…
Big Q :]
Who and what the hell? You peered back into the chest to see a folded-up piece of paper which you grabbed and opened. You stared at the page in disbelief as you saw a shitty and childish drawing of a singular road which was, what you could assume, the blueprint that ‘Big Q’ had sent over.
“Are you stealing my shit?”
You turn around to see Tommy, “Who is ‘Big Q’?”
Tommy takes the letter from your hand and awkwardly laughs, “You didn’t read this, did you?”
“I did.”
“Jesus… He’s a guy I know and he’s suggesting we start a cartel,” he says as he pinches his forehead.
“And his name is ‘Big Q’?” You put up your hands to make quotation marks in the air.
“Quackity is his name.”
You furrowed your brows and turned your body to fully face him, “His parents named him that? That’s his legal name?”
“It’s confidential…” Tommy sighed.
“…Right.”
Tommy throws the letter and ‘blueprint’ back into his chest and makes his way down the ladder, to the sewers.
You called out to him, “Why?”
To which he responded with a yell of determination, “POWER!”
Fucking hell.
The day goes on and on. Tommy spends half the day replacing the stone floors in the sewers with packed ice to slide boats across them to create an infrastructure that supposedly people are going to rely on (they won’t). He ends up using Tubbo as his test ‘mugging’ and you eventually find them in an Area 51 with Jack after an extensive period of chasing each other through the sewers.
Eventually the four of you make your way back into the sewers and Tommy begins to explain how you need to plan a heist, along with a lab.
The three of them dug out another room in the walls and you all migrated inside. Tommy proceeds to put up a sign on the side of the entrance and writes ‘Boss man’s hideout’ on it.
“‘Boss man’s hideout’? This is so stupid…” You laugh.
Tommy crosses his arms and scoffs in your face, “How dare you! Big Q is our boss!”
“Right… And where is he right now?”
He presses his lips into a line, “…Busy.”
“You’re so full of shit-”
“OKAY Y/N! OKAY GUYS!” Tommy cut you off. “Here’s what we’re going to do…
“In the coming days, not today, we’re going to do a heist… Because there’s an item that we can get for ourselves and no one else can get. Big Q said we can get a monopoly on every single item. I say we start small, we gotta start small.
“I say… we meet up in a day’s time and we can do the heist! Not today cause… I gotta go man, I-I’ve places to be and women to- I don’t have women to talk to…
“ALL RIGHT! We’ll meet up tomorrow and that’s what we’ll do. But until then… no mentions of boss man’s hideout, all right? No mentions to nobody. You hear me? Don’t even tell any of the others were allied with."
He finishes off his announcement, “The first rule of the cartel is that there is no cartel…
All four of you stood in the cramped hideout, arms crossed, serious eyes, dressed in the L’Manberg uniform. Tommy, the blond boy who bounces off the walls all the time, being a little shit to everyone and everything. Tubbo, the calmer and so-called ‘clingy’ boy who just wants to do his own thing. Tommy is actually the clingy one to Tubbo… Jack, the newest out of the four and honestly has to put up with the boys, they really do love Jack. And there you were… Y/N. Everyone looked around at each other, unknown to how this ‘Big Q’ would change the upcoming events of the land you and everyone else walked upon.
Your thoughts were cut off by Tommy's voice once again, “All right, everyone get out!”
The phantoms were gone. You’re not quite sure why or how that happened but that meant one thing… for the cartel. Since no one could find these phantoms in the sky at all, they couldn’t harvest anymore phantom membranes which were usually crafted to make slow fall potions. Obviously, Tommy had to use this to our (his) advantage.
“HEY GUYS!” You heard Tommy shout at you, Tubbo, and Jack from behind.
The three of you guys stopped walking and stared back at Tommy as he jogged up to you, a huge grin on his face. You were all making your way back into the sewers to meet up at ‘Boss man’s hideout’ so the heist could be resumed and reevaluated from the day prior.
You all gathered around in the hideout, Tommy swinging one arm over your shoulder and the other over Tubbo’s, “Okay so… Here's the thing, if we go around the server, we get all the phantom membranes, we bring them down here or even ender chest them.”
“Which then means we become the most powerful group in the land!” Tommy exclaimed, “You know this cause Dream fucking shits himself over items that he doesn’t have.”
You shuffle your feet with uncertainty at the mention of Dreams name, Tommy notices and starts blabbering out more words, “Holy shit, he’ll shit himself and that’s what we gotta do, we gotta head out with leather armour and look really unsuspicious.
“Now you guys follow me…”
Eventually you all meet at Tommys enterprise, and he fishes in his chests for four stacks of black, leather armour, poorly made. You all looked at each other quizzically and hesitantly took the clothes and you all headed off into your own rooms to get changed out of your uniforms. When you returned, Tommy threw two sticks at you and two more pairs at Tubbo and Jack.
Jack picked up the sticks and asked, “What on earth are these for?”
“We’re plumbers!” Tommy responded.
This heist was so stupid, genuinely. You end up breaking into almost, if not, everyone’s homes and bases to steal phantom membranes. Jack even killed Purpled’s pet chicken, by accident obviously… You all ran across the Dream SMP, in both fear and laughter, you really appreciated these moments with the only people you could trust.
By the end of it, Purpled, Punz, and Ponk had chased you down the sewers with Tubbo holding them off whilst Tommy, Jack and you were trying not to drop any of the membranes. You all end up in Tommy's enterprise, slamming the lid of his ender chest down after we obtained all the membranes. That marks the end of the heist, officially.
After changing back into your L’Manberg uniform and discarding your previous armour somewhere else, you walk past Tommy who was writing something.
You come up behind him and peer over his shoulder, “Whatcha’ writing?”
“I’m disbanding the cartel.” He mumbled.
His hand scribbles words down onto the page, slightly smudging the ink as he moves to a new line, your eyes are able to see who it’s being sent to: ‘Bossman’.
“Oh… well, I had fun, you know.” You spoke up.
He chuckles, “I did too, but I need to focus on other things, plus I get that you feel iffy about Quackity.”
“Hey, do whatever you want to do, and yeah he seemed a bit odd…?” You crossed your arms.
You wouldn’t expect to hear or see that man in the near future.
Wait! Don't tell me I didn't share mine c!Tommy….. I've had this stupid little guy for a couple of years now and still doesn't look too bad (except for his repaint… yeah, he used to be pink like a pig) Well, nevertheless, I hope that I can still finish my doodles of this man, wish me luck
I'm watching technoblade's stream rn and I only gotta say..
ONE OF US
Hi ! I’m an artist and writer and I will mostly post fanarts or ramble about stuff I like here ‼️
These are the fandoms I take drawing requests on from now : TMC, Marble hornets, Creepypasta, SCP, Pokémon, Ace attorney, The Stanley Parable, Persona5, Genshin impact, Cookie run, The folk of the air, The song of Achilles, Warriors, WOF, The Simon snow trilogy, ghost, music stuff, anything Hannibal related, TMA, TMAGP, The bright sessions, Malevolent, Gravity falls, The Magnus archives and Percy Jackson
I only do humanised versions for Warriors and WOF characters btw (I don’t really draw furry or animals) (about warriors, since in my country all the books aren’t translated and because the names are all over the place every time I only read it in my language so no spoil about what happens after the first book of omen of stars or I will kill your family and friends./j
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Pt 1/??
Character Designs for my best friend’s fanfic, Life’s a Headache!!
I’m honoured to be her beta (despite knowing jackshit about DSMP lmfao) and I cannot recommend it enough!!!
We got fnaf,dsmp, and then the new ones are the amazing digital circus and south park and good omens TvT
How's everyone feeling seeing their new hyperfixations next to their old hyperfixations?
A thought due to recent developments (The new Tommyinnit video and DSMP renaissance on twitter as a whole)
The thought came to mind to rewrite the dsmp with a structured and if you will unproblematic plot. Think of it as making these characters more characters rather than extensions of the content creators.
The community is what made the smp what it is, so I didn’t want it to be just me talking to a brick wall and banging my head against it. I know many people are still interested in it, and I’d like to join in this fandom, since it still means alot to me.. Not the ones that support certain people, just the silly ones!!
If people show interest, I might make a discord or a blog for us to discuss and build it up together :) dm me or send in an ask to let me know
c ranboos other half was the creaking trust me im the heart..
I feel like this merits a place here (ft. the wonderful @ashleyishere24