#Tftsmp john

[cssandraa]

DEEP DOWN SWIRLIN’ THROUGH MY MIND

tftsmp modern au redraw from last yeat

also here’s the old version and a very old animation i scrapped also last year

[invisiblesketches]

OK THAT'S IT! ANOTHER RANBOO POLL

[ksqwildwest]

The Messenger Raven

Warning: discussion of minor character death/sickness, implied homophobia, please let me know if I should add anything here

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Karl's heart nearly beat out of his chest as he skid past the door to his room. The few seconds it took to get the door open felt like an eternity. His breath was ragged. His eyes blurred. Telling himself that this all had to be a dream did nothing. He'd hit his hip on a table in his rush to get away and the very real pain made denial an impossible venture.

He'd been free. He had been so free but now they had found him. How did they find him? They couldn't have- shouldn't have been able to find him in the middle of nowhere.

He wracked his brain for any mistakes or slip ups he'd made. His mind brought up a blank. It was impossible to tell if that meant he didn't make a mistake or if he just couldn't think over the never ending chant in his brain of "It's over".

Knock knock

Karl stared. It could be John. It could be Mason or Jack.

But it could also be Him.

When Thompson had announced that his dad had arrived in town for an unexpected visit, Karl had been excited to meet the man. He'd met more than a few people with the last name Thompson over the years and all had been fairly pleasant company. Anyone related to the dear sheriff was sure to be interesting. He hadn't been expecting to recognize them.

His parents had hired a variety of people to do some less than legal jobs over the years but only one had consistently delivered results. A favorite of his parents. They had even housed his family for a short time. He'd been afraid of the so called "Angle of Death" but had warmed up after they had taught him how to befriend the local crows. Specialized in finding and hunting down a variety of people. Business men, socialites, critics. The distinctive green shawl, painted leather hat, and sleek black wings couldn't belong to anyone else.

"This is my dad, Philza Thompson."

"Please," he'd said while shaking John's hand, "just call me Phil."

Knock knock knock

"Hello," Karl choked out weakly. More of a question than an invitation.

Phil opened the door softly yet the creek seemed to echo through the room like a gun shot.

"Hello Jacobson," he greeted softly. The name felt like a punch to the gut to hear after so long. "You ran off before I could say that downstairs."

Karl shakily lowered himself into his chair while his legs started to feel like jello. Everything felt like it was happening too fast and too slow all at once.

"Don't-" a wobbly breath to compose himself "Don't call me that."

"Oh, okay then. You're still called Carl though right? That's what-"

"It's Karl- I spell it with a K now. Not a C."

"That's great to hear."

Silence hangs heavy in the air for what feels like hours. Maybe it is hours. It's hard to tell through the tears.

"How-" Karl can barely find the courage to ask but he has to know, "How did they find me?"

Phil smiles weakly and shuts the door behind himself. Probably to keep other people out. It feels too much like being trapped in.

"You sent Wilbur a letter." he explains gently, like he's trying to sooth a distressed child, "A new staff member was in charge of delivering mail and got confused. He gave it to the head of staff who informed your parents. The return address was written in a different handwriting. It was likely added by your post office attendant."

"Micheal. Our mail carrier is named Micheal." Karl mutters. "He's married to a chicken."

He remembers that day. In such a panic to get to work on time. He should have stayed. Should have made sure to tell him not to add the address. Should have said anything.

"Your parents read the letter." Phil continues after the silence takes over again. "They were- They said they were worried by the lack of women in town."

Karl has a sinking feeling he knows where this is going.

"They, um," Phil stumbles over his words here, trying to phrase something correctly. He settles on, "Congratulations on your engagement."

"Thank you," he replies numbly while the years of etiquette classes come back all at once. Hollow script rolls off his tongue while a blank brilliant smile slides onto his face. "I'm sure she's nice."

"I don't know who you're engaged to but I'm supposed to bring you back for the wedding on Wednesday."

"It's-" it takes a moment for him to remember anything other than the swarming thoughts in his brain, "It's Saturday."

Phil nods.

"Why?"

Karl knows there are a lot of questions that he could ask that start with that but to pick any direction would require a calmer mind.

Phil wilts at the question. It's as if he ages ten years in a matter of moments. His eyes are sunken and tired. His wings are far messier than Karl can ever remember them being. Little cuts and loose thread are visible along the edges of his clothes.

"Kristen, you remember my wife, right? Well, she's very sick. I've been wanting to move away from this line of work for a while now but I couldn't. Not with the medical bills that high."

"But, I've been saving up and with the boys old enough to work, I would have just needed to finish a handful more jobs to be free. Then, your letter showed up and-"

Karl can't tell if a laugh or sob spills out of his throat. He can remember from the little he overheard over the years, what his parents would pay Phil. He knows what the value of money is to people now. Just a handful can make a difference to some people.

He should be fighting back. It occurs to him. He should be yelling and pushing and telling Phil that he promised himself that he would never return to that household for the rest of his life and he's going to keep it. He should say that. He should really say that.

"When do we leave?"

Funny, his parents aren't even here and yet the moment they snap their fingers, he's back to their side like an obedient dog.

"I figure we could leave Sunday night. So you have time to get everything in order."

"Oh."

"Karl, you-"

Knock Knock Knock

"Hey Karl," John calls through the door, "Have you seen Phil? The bandits just showed up and they want to meet him."

Phil is over in the blink of an eye and stretching his wings out to block the view to the room. He waves John off easily, claiming to have been giving Karl advice on writing winged characters.

"I'll leave you two to it then," John replies and Karl can hear the fond smile in his voice as he calls out, "as long as he remembers to come down and eat sometime tonight."

"In a bit," he calls back. He doesn't even have to try and sound distant.

John and Phil chatter quietly, about what Karl can't even tell, and soon John is trotting back to the bar. The room returns to silence once again. The silence seems louder this time, somehow.

"So-"

"Get out."

"... okay."

"And say hi to Mason and Jack for me."

"Of course. See you tomorrow."

The door closes softly and the silence is deafeningly loud. Karl sits and watches the light from his window slide across the wall and shrink as the sun sets. It's not until the light finally disappears from the wall that he finally convinces himself to move. He has to settle some things. Who's going to take care of Biscuit and Mitten, what things would his parents immediately throw out on sight, what he can hide or pass off as valuable. He needs to write a general letter to explain to everyone where he's gone. He needs to write individual letters about how much he's going to miss everyone.

He's going home. He does not want to go. But he prepares for the trip anyway. He'd prefer to meet his- his bride before they got married anyhow.

"I'm going home," he croaks into the empty air. A single tear rolls down his cheek as he sobs out as quietly as he can. "I'm going home."

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:D Welcome to the Plot! I've been waiting to start off this part of the story since I created this AU. Very excited to keep writing! Sorry for going dark for so long. Between finishing the freshman year of college and coming home to a house under renovation, life has been hectic. I hope you enjoy these next couple stories. Once I write them. I have a lot of free time right now so hopefully I can get through a couple of these before break is over.

So, who's ready to leave Lazarus? :)

[pidgecv]

i love him

HE (my hand hurts but I gotta draw him I gotta)

[neon-u-dumb-shxtty-child]

@cssandraa asked for John John art and I shall deliver :DDD

I love John John so much I miss him :,)))

[zecoritheweirdone]

[slowly pokes my head inside the tftsmp tag] hullo? hullo hullo? anybody there?

i kept seeing tftsmp posts on my dash occasionally, recently,, and like. i was reminded of this really really old wild west fic idea i made a while back? so long back that i don't actually remember when,, because i only really shared it in a few discord servers, and never got that much of a response from it,,, and so i never did anything with it.

but since the tag is actually, like. sort of being used, now? i figured... i'd give y'all an offering, mayhaps?

n-e-ways,,, hehehehhhhoooo au where john john and the bandits are ghosts, ft. my rushed art.

it's been, like– maybe a year or so since i even thought about this idea,, so i'm afraid i don't have much to share outside of a small handful of snippets,, sksjsksjsk. but like. basically, all four of them become ghosts, and then... ghost shenanigans, basically.

[mairen-marionette]

Any random tales headcanons you want to share? /nf

Yes actually, thank you for asking!

-One similarity between Hubert and John that Moon has noticed and taken comfort in is that they both took him to the market with them, and always made sure he had a nice day out, too.

-Billiam and Hubert went to many different places during their travels- different cities and towns far and wide, various beautiful and awe-inspiring biomes, they even managed to travel the sea a little bit.

Billiam wrote all of it down, and Hubert drew so many pictures and, after they got a camera, took as many photographs as the two of them could onto. There's a good couple of Hubert's sketches in Billiam's old journals. Looking at them now, Billiam's heart aches as he remembers happier times, and he misses his friend all the more.

-Ranbob has developed a fondness for potatoes- it's one of the few other crops that still thrives in Mizu, and while they didn't really care about them before, they certainly appreciate them now.

He's also rather proud of the tomatoes he has managed to cultivate. On a related note, a baked potato sandwich with dried kelp and tomatoes is actually pretty good, and no one can prove him wrong, even if there were other people still around.

Anyhow, that's all I can really come up with at the moment without making things way too long lol, hope you like it though! I'm always happy to share more things honestly, it's nice.

[cssandraa]

alright listen

im not a boober anymore but i assure you c!ppduo dynamic was better

do you not see the TFTSMP EPISODES PPDUO LITERALLY CARRIED LIKE FRRRRRR COME ON YOU GUYS

alright im bringing this up as much as i hate this episode, masquerade tftsmp has ranbutler and sir billiam, like one pf the memorable characters

and let’s not forget JOHN JOHN AND SHERIFF SHERMAN THOMPSON MY BELOVED SKRUNKLY DOOS ❤️❤️

uh ran and porkius are cool yfeel me

yeah so like memorable stuff yknow aha this is definitely not john john and sherman propaganda

Technoblade Duo Bloodbath

Rules:

This is a MCYTblr poll. Bribes, propaganda, and voter fraud are all allowed.

If you tag a post with #TDB Propaganda I’ll reblog it. 

The bracket has been seeded based on a combo of a preliminary poll, fandom prominence, and amount of time spent together in lore. This means that some of the matchups will be unfair. I’m sorry. 

This is a character-focused poll. Keep your focus to character actions that took place on DSMP and during DSMP lore, not origins, smpearth, or real life. MCC is dubiously canonical so I’ll allow it, but I’ve got my eye on you.  

I called it a bloodbath because blood for the blood god, but let’s remember our guy was always an excellent sport. If you are mean to each other in the tags, you will make me sad. Please remember the real people on the other side of the screen. Actual threats in my notes will result in a block.

[cssandraa]

new masq swap designs for these two!!

[t4tpumpkinduo]

finally making the smallest possible post abt this smile but sorry i love lore i love being annoying don't PLAYYY w me over fighting a bit of misinfo 👍 but the mansion frm tftsmp isn't in the crazy distant future like sm ppl are inclined to believe, it isn't sm manner of cschlatt endgame, it isn't his final fate

first off, take this section w a grain of salt but i'm like 90% sure when the stream was being released either the cckarl or tftsmp account announced it w a tweet that said "in the not so distant future". i would be willing to bet on it but i haven't been able to find it. just smthing to keep in mind.

SECONDLY:

here's the clip where they say it doesn't, confirmed by Multiple Characters. cconnor says point blank "oh, he's been dead a couple months." and cschlatt doesn't disuade him at all? if you're in mega hell for a billion years that doesn't seem like the kind of thing you'd let slide? especially considering the type of person cschlatt is. if he had a problem with this comment he'd be extremely vocal about it.

thirdly: cconnor is alive? his canon ending is that he's dead but tethered to the living world in the nether w the syndicate, with a pink sheep. if he's meant to be dead, where's his sheep? and if he's meant to be revived, why wouldn't schlatt be alive too? it's not like the syndicate would have a problem with it, or bother to gatekeep the info? considering how lax they are with actual shitheads, i don't think mildly mean guy from 3k years ago is going to be on their radar that way.

fourth:

this is in relation to the stream where cconnor comforts ctommy after being revived, where he shows him his diary book. ctommy flips through it despite being told not to and sees this:

which means that the cowboy ep was not long before the mansion ep. which is corroborated by every point so far 👍

fifth:

OK i think this part is just a fandom misconception but the tales characters aren't exactly reincarnations? at most they're related, themselves in a time travel sense, similar, but most are their own ppl AND even exist concurrently. in the wild west, we get john john as a character, played by ccranboo which draws the connection, but we know for a fact that the child stolen from that town is the butler from the mascarade. their stories are happening at the same time.

you see the same w characters reminiscent of cq, csap, ctech like. they could all be in the same room together by walking a few streets down. it can't possibly be reincarnation? one of the biggest and only clues we get to connections from the main cast to tales, in the main lore, is cponk saying she's related to jack from the town that went mad, and csam saying that helga looked like cquackity, and joked they could be related too. the characters just seem to look like/be related to eachother, but that's the extent.

ANYWAYS YES THAT'S my thesis tysm for reading :heart_hands_emoji: hope i could clear some stuff up :]

[ksqwildwest]

What was John's reaction to Biscuit and Mittens? I know he was surprised and confused when he saw them at the bar, but what happened after? And how did he react when he heard Biscuit the cat bark and Mittens the dog purr? I love those two creatures so much, they are very beloved.

Thank you for the ask!

He found them both to be very cute! He went back to being very confused by the barking and meowing but eventually shrugged it off once Karl explained he found them like that. He's not a fan of Mittens shedding all over the counter, but he doesn't have the heart (or the muscles) to move them. He gladly provides bottle caps and quarks (bottle stops) as toys for Biscuit. Even if they don't bat them around, it's fun to play fetch with a cat!

[pidgecv]

i am so tired i have one assignment to do an i cannot my cat keeps fighting my pencil here is the boy

[neon-u-dumb-shxtty-child]

So like, since it's Pride month and stuff, any related headcanons about like, any tftsmp character? Like, that haven't been shared already I mean. I feel like I could be wording this a lot better but I am very tired and like, yeah. Hi.

Queer headcanons real

Billiam is definitely the kind of person to just deck their entire house in pride merch and proudly show it off

Ranbutler has a couple flags in their room, nothing too much or too little

John paints his beere bottles rainbow and a bunch of pride flag colors when he sells them

The bandits try to use the “it’s pride don’t be homophobic” tactic on on Sherman (trans man me thinks) and it never works

Ranbob researches about pride month and its history a lot during pride month, and they place pride flags in the different idol rooms

Hubert does pride makeup, both very flamboyant and apparent that it’s a pride flag inspired look, or just subtle enough to be seen as regular makeup looks

[mairen-marionette]

I think John John should also be allowed to murder people (specifically the bandits)

To let of some steam :>

Honestly one reason why Sherman went along with the duel plan to be honest, that and he's tired and just wants to retire already and live a somewhat peaceful life.

But yeah, John really needs to let out some steam once in a while, like actually. It'd be good for him, that's all.