#Friend dsmp

[zorishy-reblogs-your-posts]

Ghostbur would probably be quite happy to see how beautiful the wreckage is today

16 of November.

sketchy redrawing of l’menburg screenshoot, i don’t know who the author is, i’m sorry-

[veronicainnit]

[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.

[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.

[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.

[hufflesworld]

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

[veronicainnit]

Tommy and Friend

[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^^)

[nekole-doodles]

Behold: Friend :D

This was for a school project where we use oil pastels to create 2 paired art pieces. I did Ghostbur but since oil pastels hate me, none of his colors turned out good. However, I'm pretty proud of Friend, I was 90% sure I wouldn't be able to draw a sheep well.

Ghostbur might be remade but with colored pencils or paint instead since oil pastel definitely isn't my medium

Also, we had to do this on cardboard so ignore the lines of yellow in the background(and yes, the background was kinda half-arsed, I was tired of oil pastels at that point)

[lov3-marks]

My version of Human!friend!!

They’re very silly and goober

[rain-on-wax-feathers]

ghostbur!!! <333

this is a redraw of a piece i made like a year ago.

(original under the cut)