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The "Chosen One"

No clue why he exists but he's a Tommy fictive. Apparently the "hero" of piglins. Partner system says he's a cultist.

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funny shit

yeah i still don't know why i was her :\ anyway partner system our beloved(s)

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Tallbo

TW discussion of injury, radiation, and abuse One of the two Tubbos in here is very tall. Too tall, in my(Tommy) opinion. Here he is.

Some "Lore" bits about Tall-bo. Tubbo is the son of Jschlatt. Yes, that Jschlatt. Son of a bitch, basically. When his horns (ram) started to grow in- around the time of Jschlatt's presidency, that bastard made him not just file them down, but TRIM them. After Jschlatt died, Tubbo continued to shave down his horns. He did not want anyone to know who his father was. When he was 12, Jschlatt took him on a business trip to a lab. In the lab, there had been rumors of someone creating a clone of the "Angel Of Death" (PhilZA). This trip was the big reveal. The curtains were pulled back and there, in a large glass container, was a blonde boy in a hospital gown. They called him "AOD 1.0". For hours, they talked about him, and how successful this attempt had been. Tubbo just couldn't stop thinking about how inhumane it was to keep someone in such a small area. So, less than a month later, he stole explosives from his Bastard of a Dad's supply and used it to break into the lab. He and AOD 1.0 fled the facility, but Security was hot on their tail. AOD 1.0 pushed Tubbo out of the way of another explosion, this one set off by a guard in an attempt to stop their escape. This was when Tubbo discovered that AOD 1.0 was radioactive, seeing as a burning blister in the shape of a hand had just formed on his cheek. It hurt like hell. He would even compare it to filing down his horns in pain level. In the end, he and AOD 1.0 still escaped. Tubbo hid him in his house for a week before Jschlatt found out. He kicked out the still pre-teen Tubbo along with his nameless radioactive buddy. After a while of wandering in search of another place to live, they finally stumbled upon a house in the middle of a snowy tundra. It looked so much more comfortable than the make-shift tents they had been sleeping in so far. So, they broke in! They just wanted the warmth, which is exactly what they told a very furious PhilZA and Technoblade who lived there. Due to Tubbo's quick-thinking and learned ability to talk his way out of anything, he convinced the two men to let him and AOD 1.0 stay. Or- At least he did until they asked the clone's name. Tubbo had not thought of a name. He had just been calling him "buddy" or "friend". What was his name? AOD 1.0 looked nervous, and just as Tubbo was about to make something up- "I don't have a name.. Nobody ever gave me one." Great. Just great. Now they were going to think they were freaks! Or- He thought they would. Instead, PhilZA snorted. "You're not the first nameless person I've met. You are, however, the strangest. You remind me a lot of someone I think I've seen before, but I can't put my finger on it..." Tubbo started to sweat. "Haha, I thought so too when I sa- found him! In- In the woods!" PhilZA gave him a questioning look, but didn't pry. Instead, he turned to AOD 1.0. "Well, mate. It's about time you get yourself a name, don'tcha think?" The clone nodded hesitantly. "Ah, I'm sure I still got that baby names book around here somewhere.. I highly doubt She took it with Her, She wouldn't have any use for it.." Tommy, they decided on. Tubbo thought it fit him. AO- Tommy looked happy with it. It wasn't long before PhilZA's son, Wilbur, came home from a hunting trip. He was much less accepting of the two strangers than the adults had been, especially when PhilZA mentioned that they would be living with them. Tubbo awkwardly attempted to explain why he and Tommy needed a place to stay until they could get back up on their feet, but Wilbur was not having it. He complained endlessly to PhilZA, even trying to rope Technoblade into his argument. He, of course, failed. Tubbo and Tommy were going to stay with them, Wilbur would just have to get used to it. Tommy grew on Wilbur. His bright smile and cheerful voice were the culprits of Wilbur's fondness. Even thought he tried to act like he still hated him, actions spoke louder than words. Eventually, Tommy and Tubbo moved out. Tubbo considered it a miracle that Tommy had maintained enough control over his radiation to keep the

three from finding out about it. They moved to a place full of lush trees and animals, where they met a team of 3. The Dream Team, they called themselves. Tommy thought it was stupid, but Tubbo quite liked it. This land was called the "Dream SMP" by them. It was their world. Tubbo could tell that his and Tommy's presence was unwelcome, but Tommy insisted they stay. Tubbo couldn't say no when he gave him puppy-dog eyes. While Tommy made a hobbit hole, he built a house! They still went on adventures every day, but they lived separately. Things were perfectly fine until.. Tommy found two music discs. Cat and Mellohi. He was so happy. They made a juke box, and a bench on the edge of a cliff. The music seemed to calm Tommy, more than Tubbo had ever seen. His skin became comfortable to touch, no longer risking burning him. He would even sleep there, listening to the music. Tubbo let him. He deserved to be happy! But.. Dream didn't think so. You see, Tommy was a bit of a trouble maker. Tubbo had taught him that- unintentionally or not. Dream stole his discs. The music that once helped him find peace was gone. Tommy wound up burning down Tubbo's house. Tubbo knew it was an accident, so instead he focused on calming him down, even if it left his house to turn to ash. He helped Tommy find them. They did! Then- Then Tommy pulled another prank. And another. It was all fairly harmless, in Tubbo's opinion. But Dream hated it. He took them, and hid them well. Tubbo was barely able to keep himself from getting burned this time. His house was yet again burnt to a crisp. They thought they had found them, but it was a decoy. Tommy's discs were nowhere to be found. Tubbo tried to bring him new ones, even if they were different sounds. He thought he had found the one when he played Chirp for him. Tommy had calmed down, at least a little. He then began to tell Tubbo about Chirp. "It sounds like.. An astronaut dancing through space. Its sad." Tubbo had sat down next to him, and listened. "Claira.. That's the astronauts name." Tommy started to cry. His acidic tears ate through the wood of the bench. Tubbo needed to get his discs back.

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Enderwalking

some enderwalk headcanons courtesy of our ranboo!!! they use they/them pronouns, btw!

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Revivedinnit

TW Dream mask. Art by Host & design by Revived!Tommy

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Prison Dream

TW for Prison Arc Dream (putting this here because the Revived!Tommy in our system has dream as a trigger)

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some of unfinished art 

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(BADBOYHALO) My Death

Hello!!! I’m BadBoyHalo! I’m going to show some uhh.. graphic art that host helped me make about my death, which I don��t believe has happened in canon? Anyway!! Please don’t continue if extreme plant gore bothers you... Stay safe, you muffinheads!

When I died, it was because of the egg. It had gotten... impatient. It decided that since it had Ant and Ponk, I was useless. I didn't fight back. I couldn't. Even as the roots pierced my stomach and began to writhe inside of my guts, I didn't fight. Foolish and Puffy were there when I died.. They had broken me off from the egg, but the roots were still alive. They tried so hard to save me. I'm so thankful for that..  I died, though. I was disoriented. I reached out for Foolish's hand. I remember whispering to him.. "I'm such a muffinhead.. I just wanted to keep Skep safe, but I wound up killing him... I was such a fool."  He was begging me to stay awake. Saying that we could redeem me together. "I'm dying, Foolish.." He was in denial. "You're a demon! You're too strong to die from a stupid egg." But he was wrong. I wasn't immortal. Not like he and PhilZA. It hurt so much. I could still hear the egg whispering to me. I could still feel the roots writhing in my rib cage. - I felt my hand begin to slip from Foolish's. He was crying. I didn't understand why. I had hurt him so much, but he still cared for me..  My vision was getting blurry. The Crimson kept spreading. "Can you.. tell everyone I was sorry?" Foolish shook his head, "You can tell them yourself! You're-" "Please.. Tell them all I'm sorry. Tell.. Tell Tommy to take better care of himself. Tell Ranboo, PhilZA, and Technoblade to not let the voices control them. Tell Tubbo he's nothing like Shlatt. Tell George.. And SapNap.. That I was so glad to have been their friend." Foolish finally accepted it. He knew I was dying. "Okay. I'll tell them." I remember smiling at him. He looked so sad. "You.. Can you.. Do one more thing for me before I go?" "Of course, Bad."  “Please.. Hold my hand. Smile.. and... Stay." My eyelids were getting heavy, but they stayed open just long enough to see Foolish smile. Then it all went black.  I died in a hospital bed with no one except for Puffy and Foolish next to me, but I felt so very alone.   I never got to apologize to Skeppy.. --------------- Here’s the drawings that host & Foolish helped me make!!