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are there any people following me who would care if i started writing the fall again. this is a genuine question because i just reread the entire thing and i was surprised by how good it still was and i kind of want to finish it

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Hey haven't seen you in a bit! Good to read your writing again :)

hihi and thanku! i fell out of love with the dsmp for a bit but the recent lore has got me back into it a bit. ONLY A BIT. i may not write dsmp again unless tubbo or tommy does something interesting

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i relapsed into mcyt again sorry

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whenever i see u on my dash with a new username im like 'WAIT WHO IS THAT' and then im like 'oh yeah its just good ole bup doin their thing :)' anyways i hope youre doing ok these days!!!

hehehehe that's me! i am doing so so epic thank u :DD

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woah funky new url time

yassssssss!

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happy day

say goodbye

figured it was time to establish this important point in my lore. you all know how this goes. heed the warnings, have fun, and say goodbye :p

basic summary: jack’s filming a pumpkin carving video.

trigger warnings: murder, death, blood, suicide attempt, possession, a little bit of zalgo

it started off as a joke, nothing more.

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october tenth - part one

oh my god. oh my fucking god. i have been working on this fic since DECEMBER 2019, and this is literally only part one. some of you may know this wip under the title “the history of séan mcloughlin ft. antisepticeye”. also figured i’d tag @beebmo since it was a conversation with them that started this whole thing. although absolutely do NOT feel obligated to read this cause it ended up ALMOST 8K WORDS. anyway, here ya go! enjoy this shitshow of a fic.

basic summary: on october 10th, 2012, jack’s misery creates a man named aiden. for the longest time, they get along - until they don’t.

trigger warnings: descriptions of seizures and blood

jack had made many messes in his life, but he still wasn’t sure how he’d managed this one.

with the beginning of october came the cold that got worse and worse as the months went by. it was never particularly warm out in the woods, but winter was almost unbearable. the wind was always loud, shaking the whole cabin, and sometimes frost would even creep inside and cover the walls. it was miserable, and depressing, and lonely, and jack hated it.

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I MISSED THE FUCKING ANNIVERSARY OF THIS SHIT

d-day

basic summary: on august 15th, 1998, stuart pot wakes up from a year long coma in a tesco’s parking lot.

trigger warnings: blood, gore, eye horror, car accidents, talk of comas, abuse and manipulation. if anything else needs to be tagged please let me know

the first thing he noticed was that everything fucking hurt.

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this was my original description of the fic btw before i decided to be less insane and maybe get people to actually read the fic

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Tubbo Underscore has been pondering many questions lately. The one that plagues his mind the most is when all your siblings die, does that make you an only child?

Wilbur Soot was loud and bold around people he was comfortable with, and liked to set things on fire for the fun of it, and he had bruises on his fingertips that eventually turned into calluses from playing soft, self-made songs on his battered guitar. He enjoyed nature and the smell of petrichor in the air before and after it rained, and his favourite colour was yellow because of a fluffy jumper that he'd found for cheap at a clothes sale in the nearest village. He kept journals and wrote old fashioned letters to people he loved. When he was concentrating he'd stick his tongue out and hum in the most annoying manner, and he'd often be found in the kitchen cheekily eating raspberry jam out the jar with a kitchen knife.

Tommyinnit was loud and bold around everyone, and he never sat still and was always on the go, bouncing and running and pacing and spinning until he'd pass out from exhaustion or low blood pressure. He shouted curse words with the great delight of a child who'd just learned them for the first time, and for all his talk he couldn't flirt with girls for the life of him, a secret he'd made Tubbo swear to take to his grave. He was witty and quick and sharp of tongue and he always had a comeback, using words as a weapon. He liked to weave flower chains and sleep in patches of sunlight like a cat and sing softly to himself when he thought no one could hear, and he liked when people played with his hair, practically melting whenever someone's fingers traced his scalp until he drifted off.

Tubbo Underscore was the middle child, younger to Wilbur and older to Tommy. He was good with animals and got attached to them too easily, and he was even worse with romance than Tommy was, maybe due to never having as much of an interest in girls as his brothers. He was good at swimming and spent a lot of time at the lake where he and his family lived, testing how long he could hold his breath, and he let his hair grow long so it could be fluffy, and he'd often get Wilbur to read to him so he could sleep easier at night. He could memorize songs after hearing them once. He liked chess and space and bees and science and spent hours researching topics of increasing vagueness, rambling about them to anyone who would listen.

Tubbo Underscore doesn't know if both his brothers being dead makes him an only child. Does it work like that? Is he still a brother, or is he lying to himself? Can he still say he has family left? Maybe he should ask someone. He isn't sure who would know.

Ranboo visits one day; he's here all the time, practically lives in Snowchester, so it's no surprise to Tubbo. "Hey, Ranboo," he says to his partner on this day, because he can't keep the thought alone in his head anymore. "What does it mean for me now that all my brothers are dead?"

Ranboo's breath hitches, and Tubbo realizes he's worded this wrong. "Like, you know," he starts, trying to find a way to make this make sense anywhere other than his stupid brain. "Now that they're gone, am I still a brother? A middle child? Like, when referring to myself, do I say, "oh, I am the worst brother in all the universes," or do I say "I was the worst brother in all the universes?" What am I now without anyone left? No one ever tells you this shit. It doesn't make any fucking sense."

Ranboo hand brushes his shoulder, the touch grounding him. Tubbo won't admit that it feels nice. "I can't answer that question," admits the Enderman hybrid, soft so as not to startle him. "But I can tell you that you are not, and never were, a bad brother. Never. Because you're a good person and you've always done your best."

Tubbo knows he's talking shit because he's just lost his best friend and little brother and Ranboo feels bad for not knowing how to help. So he plays it up for the taller boy to keep him from guilt, smiling up at him too enthusiastically. "Thanks, Boo," he whispers, and leans against the boy for support as a gust of cold wind nearly knocks him off his feet. "That helps."

It doesn't help and he's sure they both know it. But Ranboo lets him pretend.

(link to this on ao3 cause i posted it months ago and it didn't get enough clout)

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i'm bringing back the fall but i'm making you guys pay to read it using tumblr post+

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eggbo part six. the lads r at the temple of undying and they r having a blast /s. ranboo just wants to sleep man

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hello! just wanted to let you know that im very excited for the next updates of "sonder" and "you i do adore"! your writing is very good ^^

HEHEHEHEH thank you.... yida has just now updated and i am working on sonder, hoping to get it out within the next couple weeks (realistically) so be on da lookout for that!

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eggbo part six. the lads r at the temple of undying and they r having a blast /s. ranboo just wants to sleep man

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oawgh that awkward moment when ur homie is having a dissociation moment but u two have a rocky relationship because u exiled him that one time and it led to a lot of his trauma but right now he's just sad so u gotta comfort him cause what else r u meant to do snd yeah this is a clingyduo recovery fic because i live for writing these two in any scenario

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ponk is summoned to the white house very early in the morning. it's the ponk and tubbo fic guys i finally finished it i promised i would