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if you like rewind fucking read stream labs live right now this is a demand do it do it.THIS LOOKS LIKE SHHIIITIT I dont care tho it’s done i hate backgrounds anyways link to stream labsss LIIIVVEEE!!!!!!1
how to get quackity written into stream labs live step 1: beg. non please...... i can provide ideas i promise my brain is big இ௰இ /j
read stream labs LIVE here!!!
stream labs live tommy my beloved <3 mans got no arms. i cant wait for him to come outta the big test tube
(for @a-non-ymouswriter)
this is based off the pog fic stream labs LIVE read it here!!
Fanfiction
You remember that AU idea that I had? With Hybridphobia and how Fundy would fall into a world full of Hybrids, where Schlatt and Quackity would take care of him? Yeah. I started a fanfic guys! I would appreciate your support on this one!
Gotta love the small town horror fics :]
Reading devil town on AO3 by hoorayy and ohhhh my god.
The eerieness, the sense of desperation that you can never leave, it's really getting to me holy shit this is very well down. I had no idea whether it would be just eerie vibes or get to more than vibes and I have been left reeling.
I don't remember which person I saw post something about this fic but I am so thankful you did.
I JUST POSTED A FIC
weird way to start but I did start writing a fic called
All Warfare Is Based On Deception
it's a BSD x DSMP fic based on ideas, characters and abilities I have been working on for honestly several months.
a lot of CC's from DSMP will make an appearance and hopefully, if I don't loose motivation half way through, some hermits and life members will appear as well!
in my opinion it's going to be a pretty good story, idk how many chapters it will have but aside from the first chapter I'll try to keep each chapter a minimum of 3k words.
here's the summery:
When violent attacks of seemingly unknown origins started happening more and more frequently in Yokohama, Kunikida makes a point of finding the culprit and putting an end to these severe acts of violence. The shock, anger and disbelief when the attackers are revealed to be close friends and associates of the detective puts the whole agency in a vulnerable state.
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Kunikida, although still a bit shocked from the sudden flood of information from these unknown informants, signaled Tanizaki to go get his laptop from his table, as Tanizaki left Kunikida asked.
“And with whom am I speaking with?”
The other line was quiet yet again as more whispers could be heard, luckily these ones didn’t last as long.
“Call me Skeppy, that’s my code name”
Then the call disconnected.
I-DOTS FANS I GOTCHUU!!!
if you don't know what the I-dots are it's basically a pretty old smp that had skeppy, bbh, megapvp and some other close friends of them on there. as far as I'm aware most members went their separate ways but I will be reuniting them in this fic.
the fic contains zero ships (aside from some skephalo) but feel free to see the way characters act as whatever you like, personally I want to keep this fic mostly ship free unless deemed absolutely necessary by the plot.
hope you read it :D
The DSMP resurgence of 2024 is making me wanna get into writing fanfiction. Can anyone hear me.
Not me writing/working on DSMP fanfiction in my native language despite the fandom being 99% English speakers and my mother tongue (French) being 0,02%.
I need request for fics! Preferably dsmp requests pls give me some also preferably sickfics their just so cute 🥹
I enjoy vaguely threatening my readers with angst
I'm writing a fanfiction and everything has been good and kinda fluffy so far, I don't think my readers are ready for what I'm about to do, everything is going to go down in flames and everything is going to go down in flames fast
Chapter 24 out now! (It’s 12:00 AM my time shush)
I assure you I’m aware
lol, I censored the swearing because I drew this on my phone inside my house. enjoy the chaos that is the Dreamwalker AU, in which no one can parent but people kind of try (I think).
'where has the sun gone?'
The summer heat burned his Freckled face while the laughs and giggles of his friends running around filled his ears, He chuckled as his friends continued to chase each other with balloons fill with water.
Dream Opened his eyes as George had launched a balloon at the Younger male making him stumble back a bit, a gasp came from him as the cold water trickled down his shirt.
"George!, you british Bastard!" Sapnap Shouted as the sky went dark making the Boys look up at the night sky, George Pulls out his phone and checks the time '3:23 Pm' It read.
Dream Grabs both boys pulling them inside getting a bad feeling from the Concerning Quietness in the neighborhood, Sapnap flicked a light switch only to be met with no light making him groan and grab the T.V remote turning on the television.
nothing
A loud alarm filled their ears dream recognized it as the tornado warning alarm system going off making the feline freak out and run to hide under the couch, A knocked at the door made all three boys jump and look at each other silently beging one another to open it
"Hello, Police anyone home?" George sighs and walks to the door to open it but is stopped by dream grabbing his wrist and shaking his head, The only thing heard was the boys soft breathing and Patches Hissing while locking eyes with the door another Knocked at the door made dream gulp and he slowly leaning against the door looking through the peep hole to see, A man Obviously not a police Officer.
The man Dressed in a black suit stood infront of the door, his eyes Looked as if he had no pupil making dream back up from the door and signal his friends to remain quiet and point upstairs.
Both boys quietly snuck upstairs as dream grabbed an umbrella and started walking backwards when he hear the mans voice again except the next words were the most terrifying to him
"Clay, Nick, George we know your in there, Its okay to come outside...It only wants to be friends" The man said As a Growling creature Sounded like it was walking towards his door making him bolt upstairs and whispering out to his friends to hide and not come out.
"CRASH"
It was inside.
All these drawings of TommyInnit as spiderman is bringing back my urge to write a vigilante fic
The perfectionist urge to completely rewrite a fic you've been writing the next three chapters of because you've had an idea that changes the story drastically and you cannot let it go
better find another superstition
Your fear of death is the realization that you haven’t even tried to press your hands into the air and leave your imprint in the horizon for others to chase and follow
Don’t panic.
There’s still time.
But you are dying.
Don’t panic.
After inheriting a haunted house from a distant relative and befriending the ghosts that live in its walls, Tommy gets wrapped up in supernatural shenanigans with his new undead housemates and annoyed to death by the weird kid at school, Ranboo, who is intent on spending time with him.
But the longer he lives in the house, the more long hurried secrets come to life and Tommy soon finds himself involved in a sinister mystery spanning across centuries.
Or: Tommy inherits a house he didn't want but got the one thing he dreamed of - a family
i know the end - ch2: grim grinning ghosts
There's a faint smell of burning in the room and when Tommy wakes it is slow and calm and the complete opposite of him all together. There's a split moment of confusion when he opens his eyes and finds himself in a bed far bigger than his own, wrapped in blankets far softer than any he's ever felt. Quickly though, it all comes back to him.
Sam Warden; The Inheritance; The house; The money; Richest kid in the country; Quackity; The butler; The Ghosts; Blah Blah Bla-
Ghosts.
Or: Tommy find out he's not the only tenant in the house. He's not sure how to feel about it.
read it on ao3 :))
so i did an ao3 thingy
my c!fundy-obsessed ass needed to do something sooner or later
Sandcastles - lil Fundy drabble
As a kid, Fundy liked sandcastles.
He'd wait until Wilbur was distracted as if he was paying attention in the first place, then run out to the river, the one right by L'manberg with the sandy shores. Paws were careful as he shaped the most beautiful designs, walls and spires and stability, wall design akin to the same one that surrounded his country.
Sometimes he'd stay out till night, cutting his hands on shells and rocks hidden within the grains. But it was all worth it, wasn't it?
Each time Fundy left one there, he expected to return the next day to the same thing. Each time, Fundy returned to nothingness, the castle gone, everything blown away in the wind.
Each time, he repeated the process again. The building, the blind hope and devotion to something that meant nothing in the end, and the eventual letdown.
He still likes sandcastles.