#Friend dsmp

[nomsfaultau]

Philza as Barry: works very well both for the Lover (in a familial dad sense) and for the necromancy associations! His work with the Raven Queen (Kristin) is part of what inspired him to come up with the Lich plan. I also thought Philza’s immense technical knowledge mapped on well to Barry’s scientist forbidden magic academics (read: DORKINESS). Also imagine in this AU that Philza would last longer than Phandalin (hard mode ofc) but would still end up dying since he’s developed a very nonchalant relationship to death between the lost century and the necromancy, and the fact that sometimes a flip just switches in Phil’s brain and he decides to be very chaotic, and given the lost century that probably heightened into an insane level of recklessness.

Techno as Magnus: He’s the fighter? He’s a folk hero from a humble origin (carpentry, farming)? He loves dogs? He’s led revolutions to free people from tyranny? About the only thing that distinguishes them is Magnus Rushes In and Techno preps like hell, but Techno is also cocky enough to fling himself into battle and trust he’ll win it. Instead of being trained by the bear, Techno trained with a boar and wears a skin still even if he can’t remember why. And I made him an orc, because I can. Techno made the chalice because it would give infinite time to figure out the perfect strategy and execute it flawlessly. Also, he became a blood themed Lich alongside Tubbo and Philza, though because he isn’t a natural magic user his form is a lot more unstable, prone to falling into bloodrages. The chanting voices of the people he’s bonded with try to still hold him together, pushing him towards violence since he needs extra heightened emotions to maintain himself.

Ranboo as Lucretia: I REALLY debated having Ranboo as Davenport, but I think Lucretia won out despite Davenport’s heightened memory loss. Ranboo’s memory book is actually from their journal keeping for the mission logs, which they have diligently kept as a habit from before the lost century due to their spotty memory. And now that they’re the only one who can remember their family, Ranboo is extra terrified of losing that information. I designed the abjuration bubbles to look like ended pearls, but they’re more so related to the panic room, trying to block out everything to finally make everyone safe.

Ghostbur as Merle: I think the mellow more optimistic personality of Ghostbur matched well with Merle. This cleric of Pan was so filled with life that when his body died he just kept going! This is also why Kravitz is so desperate to get him also, since a ghost blatantly walking around is just an insult. The Gaia sash is a lot more animal than plant centric, and is mostly used as a leash for Friend. He also forgets to heal people since he doesn’t remember how damage works with living people. Plus, crummy dad trying to reconnect with Fundy. He’s a beach dwarf since Sally was a fish, and he’s weird about aquatic life instead of plants.

Alivebur as Davenport: It’s about being the leader of a nation/crew under the pressure of an overpowered overwhelming foe bearing down to crush you like a bug, over, and over. The defacto face of the operation, losing himself to it, too. When Wilbur dies, L’manburg detonates alongside him but limps along as a husk; when the crew is obliviated, Davenport is destroyed alongside it but limps along as a husk. And also the way he becomes bitter over time, crushed under the weight of being the captain. “Haven’t we earned a little wrath”/“Lets be the bad guys”. Made the oculus because he’s about making ambitious visions into reality.

And the Hunger. On the astral plane, the ever watching smiles trying to find the Light of Creation. He sees the attachments, the bonds tying all together, that the crew uses to escape and fight against him relentlessly, and finds them disgusting. And if he can just get this small server crew into line, then nothing will stand in his way.

DSMP X TAZ BALANCE

When registering to Balance I remembered this drawing. I swear I posted this years ago, but couldn’t find it! So I’ll just do it again lol. Which is a shame cause I wrote so much about symbolism and what not…

Tommy as Taako: it’s about change! Tommy’s hands always reaching out taking stuff, breaking and mending and transforming. Transmutation feels deeply tied into Tommy’s character to me. And Tommy and Tubbo can’t be anything other than the twins, joined at the hip, and the way Tommy is utterly a husk without his Tubbo. Also both Tommy and Taako getting framed for horrible events that they aren’t entirely culpable, always running from it. Plus turning the umbrastaff and wizard hat into discs was too good to pass up!

Tubbo as Lup: Instead of fire, it’s more along the lines of explosions. Tubbo doesn’t have any clothing that don’t have burn holes and scorch marks (which does mean Tommy doesn’t either!). He was clumsy in the early days too, ending up with facial scaring from it. Raw power dancing at his fingertips, Tubbo doubling down on it as the cycles go on, desperately trying to build up power until he cracks it and becomes the first wizard to figure out nuclear fission. It’s the power of nukes that Tubbo uses to fuel his ascent to Lichdom and, of course, the bonds with his friends.

ough it’s later than I thought I’ll finish in the morning…

Anyway….. the liches! In this au Techno (Magnus) also becomes a Lich because hello??? Blood for the Blood God!!

[veronicainnit]

[doopipe]

.h i again

[zorishy]

I’m a bit late to this but I finally drew Mareep.

Anyway, Friend and Mareep should be called woolduo!

[yourfavinthebasement]

GHOSTBUR and FRIEND are locked in the basement together

[fridgrave]

falling doesn't feel so bad when I know you've fallen this way too

[nekole-doodles]

Okay, headcanon for C! Tommy because I've been seeing so many different designs for The Blue Cardigan(trademark) that people draw C! Tommy with and I can't chose only one design:

C! Tommy collected quite a bit of Friend's wool and stashed it away to use for his knitting projects. He ended up with a lot of wool and decided "f### it" and proceeded to make about a dozen different cardigans out of the wool, all with different designs. Here's a list of some of the designs:

Oxeye daisies scattered all over

Puffy sheep

Fluffy clouds

Multicolored stars

Small white flower clusters with wiry stems looking like they're growing from the bottom of the cardigan(I tried to find a specific flower species but there were WAY too many good options)

Tiny birds of all colors perching on little branches with little leaves

Paper airplanes zooming around with white dash lines that show their path

The cardigans end at hip length to a quarter of a foot above the knee depending on the cardigan and they all have big baggy pockets.

[eb-artz]

Ghostbur and Friend

[I DO NOT SUPPORT IRL WILBUR SOOT]

dsmp in 2024? More likely than you think.

[these-secondhand-wings]

Friend cosplay from AFO this year

I am missing cons so so so much

[transcicle]

[borgerrat]

[grumbotprime]

Here me out. Tallulah with a blue sheep plush who she names Friend and her dad can’t figure out why it looks so familiar. Maybe it was his when he was younger? He doesn’t know.

[veronicainnit]

Tommy and Friend

[hufflesworld]

Thought I’d share some DSMP art I made a few weeks ago.

[zorishy]

DSMP AU lore post

🟢DSMP

Doomsday this one is a bit of a long post

TW: ‼️Major character/animal death‼️

Tommy had managed to slip away from the campsite while Dream was out doing something. He ran and he ran as far away as he could, up into the nearby mountains. The cold bit at his extremities through his lackluster clothing. He thought for sure he was going to die out here (not that that would be worse than his current situation in exile) until he came across a cabin in the woods near the peak of the mountain. 

He found his way in through an open window, proceeding to ransack the kitchen for any food. Tommy had made his way through several pieces of golden apple pie and half a steak when he heard footsteps coming. He quickly looked for a place to hide, opting for a small space underneath the sink. To Tommy’s surprise, the man who walked into the room was none other than Technoblade and following close behind the piglin was Dream.

”Technoblade, L’Manberg is a problem and you know it! They tried to kill you, they exiled poor Tommy. He’s starving alone in the woods because of them.” Dream said, clearly trying to manipulate Techno.

Tommy practically growled from how angry that made him. How could that monster pretend to care about him.

”I know, I want it gone too Dream, but think of the people livin’ there. This isn’t like most empires Dream, they’re my family.”

“And they’ve turned against you, if we don’t act now they might even turn Phil against you! We need to burn that place to the ground before we lose our chance.”

Technoblade paused at that. Of course Dream had to drag Philza into this. He knew that out of everyone he could use to manipulate Techno, it was his best friend.

“Fine,” Techno began, “Go find Phil, we’ll attack at dawn.” Technoblade walked out the back door, heading off into the woods. Dream left not long after.

Tommy sat there for a moment, dozens of questions swirling in his head. Why is Dream here? Why is Techno working with him? What does Phil have to do with this. They’re going to attack L’Manberg- they’re going to attack L’Manberg. The realization hit Tommy like a truck. The blonde scrambled out from under the sink and made his way outside, stealing one of Technoblade’s horses before galloping off in the direction of L’Manberg. Coming back now would mean a sentence in Pandora’s Vault but that didn’t matter right now. He had to warn them, he had to.

It was a normal morning in L’Manberg, the sun was just below the horizon, staining the dark sky with a faint orange to the east. President Tubbo stared out over the city from his bedroom window, watching as dark clouds loomed in the distance. It was going to storm later today. Ranboo slept soundly on the bed behind the president, a pillow carefully nestled in his arms so he wouldn’t realize their lover had gotten up. Tubbo had just turned away from the glass when he suddenly heard shouting in the distance. He turned back just in time to see a cremello horse rear up on its hind legs in the center of down, a familiar figure sitting atop its back.

Town square was crowded and full of people murmuring to one another when the president arrived. Quackity pushed people aside to clear a path for Tubbo so he could see what all the commotion is about. In the very center of town, struggling against the grips of two police officers, was Tommyinnit. Just off to the side, Ghostbur was trying to calm the stolen horse that had been spooked by the police. 

“TOM SIMONS INNIT!” Tubbo shouted over the commotion, anger clear in his tone. 

Everything stopped. Tommy looked up at his childhood friend like a deer in headlights. “Oh Tubbo! This is perfect! I need to talk to you, Dream, Techno, and Phil ar-“

“You have a lot of nerve coming back here Tommy. After what you did I ought to-“

“Well technically I didn’t do shit, Dream frame- actually that’s not important right now! Tubbo listen to me, we need to evacuate the city, Dream and Techno are about to-“

Tommy stopped mid sentence as the sound of an approaching aircraft filled the air. The crowd gathered in the center of town all turned to the north just in time to see a wall of withers, wolves, and other creatures too horrible to describe approaching from the ground and a single fighter plane approaching from the sky. Then the first bomb was dropped.

The commotion lasted no more than an hour. Houses burned; women and children cried out in terror and the men cried with them; grass was reduced to dirt, dirt reduced to stone, stone reduced to bedrock. When it was all over, half the capital was on fire and the other half was blown to kingdom come. 

Tommy frantically searched through the wreckage, calling out for Tubbo, for Quackity, for anyone. After minutes of wandering through smoldering rubble Tommy finally saw someone, breaking into a sprint to reach them.

“Ghostbur! Oh my god you’re ok I- … Ghostbur?”

It was quiet once more in L’Manberg, the only sounds being that of crackling fire and faint sobs. Ghostbur stood in the remains of Philza’s home, looking down at the worst sight he could possibly imagine. Friend, wool patchy and stained black with char, lying motionlessly on his side. He was dead. The ghost dropped to his knees and began to sob.

[gayestboo]

OMGGGG I also just forgot to post the photos from that comic con I went to a while back so here’s those

(Our faces are blurred for personal reasons and privacy but I hope you guys had fun if you went and if you didn’t I still hope you had fun wherever you were^^)