#Tommy death pog

[draventhedemon]

Hi, after what we saw today I'm ready for the new fics! So may I request Clay or (Dream) x fem!reader were they also announce that they are getting married after he revealed? "Also we're getting married in 3 months" P.s -can you make it were none of their friends knew, and found out sametime as the fans?

Because of the fact that the video clearly took more then one take to get it right. I'm gonna make that one of the key points of the Story.

⚠️ Warning for swearing ⚠️

(When recording the video)

For the past few minutes Clay has been doing take after take. Trying to get the perfect way to drop the news of us getting married. But after at least 10 minutes of him mumbling at a camera I just got up from the bed in the corner and walked behind him.

"Do you need help?" I ask with a chuckle as I pull up a chair. "Hi camera, you might know me as Y/n, Y/u/n or just that random person who betrayed L'manburg with Eret and starting dating Dream afterwards" I say with one breath.

But I stop at the sound of the tea kettle sitting beside me doing his iconic wheeze before I continue "And you also may be asking why I'm in this video, it's about Dreams face reveal, not some random girl" I get cut off by Clay suddenly saying

"your not a Random girl" as he kisses me on the forehead and turns back to the camera "And the reason why she is here is because a month ago we got engaged" Clay says with less mumbles then before.

"Dear god, this is gonna be weird to post" I say as I hold up my hand to show the ring he got me. "The wedding is happening in 3 months and we are both hoping for all of our friends and family to show up. And hopefully he doesn't start a WAR with Tommy at the wedding". I look at him with a strong death glare.

"I'm more mature then that" Clay says as he turns a bit in his chair. "Clay, we make governments in Minecraft for a living. There is no such thing as being mature" I say as we spend the next few minutes explaining what's gonna be happening and when.

(Putting the video online)

We have been looking at the chat flying by during the face reveal, saying either hateful or kind things about him. And I've been standing behind him and leaning against his gaming chair from moral support the entire time.

"How many people are gonna say that your hot?" I ask as he laughs and responds with "There hearts are gonna be shattered at the end of this video". "Most probably more by the fact that it's me and not George." I say as we break out into a fit of laughter.

"I love you, remember that no matter what they say I will still love you" He turns to me in his chair and pulls me onto him so I sit on his lap. "I love you too" I kiss him as we turn back to the monitor, "Here we go!" I say as I show up on screen.

'Who is she?'

'Is that Y/n?!?'

'Who the fuck is she'

The chat says but when we suddenly say the big news the chat completely changes and turns into.

'WHAT?!?'

'Will someone explain to me who she is!?!'

And

'POG!'

And some hateful things but we don't pay attention to those because suddenly from across the house we hear Nick scream

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Which completely catches us off guard and sends us into another fit of laughter as we hear him run up to the door and open it. "Why didn't you tell me!?!" But we don't answer because of us still dying on the floor.

Ring!

"oh dear god someone is calling" I say as I get up and check who it is.

Ring!

"Some- someones calling me too" Clay picks up his phone while trying to calm down his laughing as Sapnap is just left there with no answers to his several questions.

(The aftermath)

We had to answer a lot of calls that day. And when George got to the house he stole my ring and wore it the rest of the day. And I also spent half of my day talking Eret into being my maid of honor because of both of us being the traitors of Lmanburg and also the bride and maid of honor would be very funny to me...

(this was a lot funner than I thought it would be so I might make a part 2 thats the wedding so... Stay tuned!)

[loud-whistling-yes]

Philza is a blatant bleach knock-off who fucked a samsung smart fridge and his wife is the goddess of death who once possessed him, got drunk and tried to find a beach with a murder of crows flying after her. Wilbur fucked a salmon and gave birth to a fox. The ravine was named fucking Pogtopia. Pog. Topia. Technoblade was Peer Pressured into executing Tubbo via firework explosions. There's a non-zero chance a few people on the SMP still think Tubbo was pregnant during the Manburg arc. Quackity gave birth to El Rapids. I cannot stress this enough Quackity gave birth to a piece of land. Schlatt has a heart attack and fucking dies. The anthem is a parody of Hallelujah. Dry Water's full name is Smokey-Corn-on-The-Cob Waterville-Dry-Hands-Desert. The withers on November 16th were named Subscribe to Technoblade. cc!George slept through the elections. Tommy kept crying over the god-awfulest pictures of Tubbo in exile. YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SUCK IT GREEN BOYYYYYYY. Tommy doesn't even read his script half the time. Pretty sure Philza hacked his way into the smp. The community house has crafting table floors because of that one fucking joke. You heart little penis. The billboards. The penis on Pandora's Vault. The Prime Path was made for farming twitch primes. Pretty fucking sure that Jack Manifold lost his last life on Doomsday because of an argument over some card game with Technoblade. Connor is in a fucking sonic onesie. Satan is Dream's younger sister. L'manburg started only because Dream didn't want them to sell drugs. This all happens in a world where everyone is a blocky rectangle that is Minecraft. This story is only as serious and heart-wrenchingly emotional as you want it to be.

[1donoow]

CONTENT CREATOR FANFICS REC PT.2

[Fanfics i've read]

edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Corpse husband

Tommyinnit

technoblade

- DSMP reacting to you actually being rich

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@beeindaclouds - Things you do that they love pt.1 pt.2

- DSMP reacting to Reader with a high spice tolerance

- C!DSMP meet OWL!Reader, right-hand of Lady Death

- Children!DSMP reacting to Babysitter!Reader having a partner

- Crew Boys reacting to you "saving" their basket ball

- dsmp with rich!reader

- C!DSMP react to Reader switching during a fight

- C!DSMP w/ a Vampire!Reader

@dsmpxreaderstuff - reader gifting the dsmp flower

- sassy! reader

- Reader who's always wearing gloves

- your highness

@ruminationnn - nickname for you

@rae-writes - sbi finding out techno has a daughter

@basilly - kissing their nose

@astrologyslayy - what the dsmp would do when crushing on you

- their reactions when they watch you draw

@god-of-balance - ___(hybrid creeper!reader)

@krabs-quill - old phantom phriend

@brightert0mb - Syndicate Gang with a Glare/Allay/Copper Golem!Reader Headcannons

@ruminationnn - a random hug from the reader headcanons

@angel-anoetic - killer cutie (killer bunny!reader)

@cupidmybeloved - ice skating (platonic)

- knitting (sbi x sibling!reader)

@voidgonemissing - a gentle rainy day (platonic)

@helliontherapscallion - sbi sibling deer hybrid!reader

@ramzawrites - strike me down,Zeus! (creeper hybrid!reader)

@retroaria - comparing hand sizes

@modelbus - face id

@thabeeboii - (Y/N) loves hugging people randomly pt.2

@streaming-yn - p! cc! multiple x shy! y/n

- forgetful!y/n duo names

- forgetful!y/n interacting with other streamer

@myntrose - face reveal pog?

@quackarl - mcyt having a crush

@griffintail - just another day (sbi x winged!child reader)

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corpse husband

@sarahwasfound - fuckin' hot

@thefanficmonster - the doll

@bunnvlr - Mama's boy

@malleux - spell

@whiteqnn - pure 2

@quits-writing - being corpse husband's s/o hc

@castor--writes - corpse finding out you have a bingus cat baby

@rottenroyalebooks - my girlfriend is a witch

@dollsbite - corpse with a pink-obsessed s/o

@kbrownie - leaked

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tommyinnit

@isadora-larkspur - tommy with shorter reader

@ohlovejoy - reacting to his beard

- the jitters (mute!reader)

@julibeeline - tommy and wilbur accidentally revealing their relationship

@sanderchu - breakfast made with love

- ylyl vlog

@modelbus - beguiled in the background

- cute cat

@bingbongsupremacy - little intruder (toddler!reader)

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Technoblade

@ze-maki-nin - child in the snow

@milqueandsugar - ___

@beeindaclouds - having c!technoblade as your dad

@fandomlit - imagine technoblade being jealous of the attention you give tommy

@smelted-applejuice - ___ (techo's daughter)

- ___ (wither skeleton!reader)

@beelzebubaz - techno seeing you in his clothes

[i-am-beckyu]

Crimeboys it is.

And would you know it, it be a fluffy Crimeboys prompt with an instinct driven Giant Wilbur and a human Gremlin Tommy.

The prompt starts with Wilbur not letting Tommy go as he woke up with instinct begging for him to take Tommy everywhere he goes.

Tommy tries to bite Wilbur's fingers so he can put him down but Wilbur ain't buggin anytime soon.

Anywhere Wilbur goes, Tommy is right there since Wilbur isn't letting him go.

Like you can have Wilbur be at work and he still brings Tommy with him as an example.

Just make it as fluffy as you can, you can add anything you want.

If you're up to make this prompt then pog, that is if you want to do it.

Also, if you wanna send me a random g/t prompt that u have, go for it.

Quack

This has been in my inbox since I joined Tumblr.

Orchid gorgeous!!!!!!!!! I've rewritten this twice!!!! It took me awhile as I got stuck at one point BUT! I had a new idea today so while its short, I'm very happy with it! I hope I did the prompt justice and you like it!!!

Mine to hold close

cw: mcyt g/t , soft, fluffy, tiny tiny death mention. Words: 607 [One shot]

Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.

“Can you put me down you prick?! I’m not gonna freeze I swear!!!” Tommy said with huff as Wilbur scooped him up.

“After the last time it snowed? I don’t think so.” Wilbur responded as he tucked the little human close to his chest. 

“But Wiiiiiiilllll!! I’m not even outside this time!” The giant always tended to get extra clingy around this time of year. His instincts in high gear and on Tommy the second he was awake, worried that Tommy wasn’t warm enough. Tommy didn’t blame him though. Not when he literally met Wilbur in the midst of a snow storm. He hadn’t meant to lose the trail and get stranded in Giant territory, but stuff like that always seemed to follow the Great Tommy Danger Kraken Innit! He’s just lucky that the giant had found him in the snow before he became a frozen popsicle. And even luckier that this Giant didn’t eat humans. So yes, Tommy understood that Wilbur was going to be a little extra cautious about him almost dying of Hypothermia again. But he didn’t have to be so damn cuddly and touchy all the f***** time!!

“Wilbur I’m fine! I’m not gonna get cold! The fires going and keeping everything nice and toasty warm, so stop being a d*** and put me down!!” Tommy said as he squirmed in Wilbur’s hold.

“Tommy. You are literally the most chaotic little gremlin I’ve ever seen. If I put you down, I guarantee you’ll be screaming for help in less than five minutes trying not to freeze your a** off!!” In retaliation, Tommy started biting and scratching at Wilbur’s hand. It didn’t hurt of course, but Wilbur found it cute watching the attempt at escape. He loved Tommy like a brother and ever since he found him had sworn to protect him no matter what, his instincts often being a little overbearing at keeping the chaotic child safe. And if that meant holding onto him for hours at a time, then he’d happily oblige. So what if he had to do his work with one less hand? He’d take holding Tommy any day. That and his instincts kept screaming at him to keep the human close.

After a few minutes Tommy eventually resigned himself to his fate and just chilled in Wilbur’s hand. Though he’d never admit it, he secretly loved it when Wilbur would hold him. He felt safe knowing nothing could hurt him when he was with the giant. He didn’t have to worry about anything and could just be content with his pseudo brother. Staying with the giant being the best decision of his life after their first initial meeting. 

Tommy stayed in Wilbur’s hand all day. They chatted while Wilbur did his chores, Wilbur singing songs to Tommy, Tommy sharing wacky insane ideas with Wilbur, all the while the giant's instincts to keep the human close not faltering once. As day turned to dusk and dusk turned to night, Tommy eventually curled up in Wilbur’s hand. Snuggling in as he fell asleep, hugging one of Wil’s fingers close. Wilbur had to resist the urge to coo at the small sleeping human in his hand. Tommy was so small, so fragile but you’d never guess he had such a boisterous personality and was as lively as what he is. Slowly and carefully, Wilbur made his way to bed, getting in and tucking the human close to his heart. He sighed contently knowing nothing could hurt his brother, his instincts finally satisfied. 

“Good night Tommy.” Wilbur whispered quietly as he drifted off to sleep. The brothers comfortable in each other’s warm embrace.\

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO I MADE ANOTHER FIC!!!!! THAT'S 2/3 POSTED!!!!!

I swear I'm still writing the other fic! I swear! I swear! I swear!!! It's gonna be worth the time its taking! PROMISE

[steppingstonesuniverseguide]

One More Step Out of the Pit: Chapter 1/26

Summary: It had been Tommy and Tubbo for practically forever. They clawed their way out of hell together. They discovered their superpowers together. They started working for the Superhero Guild together before even coming of age. Tommy probably owed Tubbo his life ten times over. So, when the three supervillains he'd been assigned to bring in managed to take Tubbo hostage, well, there was really only one thing to do.

He knew, of course, he was signing himself up for torture and death by offering that trade, but that was okay.

It'd have to be okay.

AO3 Link (See AO3 for Warnings.)

(This story is finished and has been posted on AO3 for a while, but I'm posting it on Tumblr so it's somewhere else too (considering the day AO3 was down a bit ago). The author notes will all be kept as well. If you are following the blog and don't want to see these posts, block the tag #backlog.)

Author's Note: Look... eneli wrote a fantastic and entertaining superhero AU for the Dream SMP and superhero AUs are kind of my thing so... this happened.

“I,” Whippoorwill said, nose dripping blood onto the cement floor. Tommy wondered if his shoe was bloody now or if it had taken a second for the blood to well up after the kick to the face he’d just delivered the man. There had been stunned silence for a few moments after Tommy had used Whippoorwill’s face as a springboard. Whippoorwill was apparently still so shocked by Tommy’s very pog move that he’d forgotten to try to use his powers on Tommy, “am going to skin you alive and feed you to my dog.”

“Quite the threat there, Bitch Boy,” Tommy taunted. “You’ll have to catch me first.”

Whippoorwill’s eyes narrowed behind his mask. “That can be arran-”

“You don’t have a dog,” another voice interrupted.

“Shut up,” Whippoorwill said as Tommy let out a cackle.

“You don’t,” The Blade said. Tommy glanced at the imposing figure of the man casually strolling up to stand beside his ally and immediately grew suspicious. There had been three of them only a couple of seconds ago, Tommy was sure. Where was Philza and why were they acting so… casual all of a sudden? Tommy looked up, scanning the room.

Whippoorwill seemed to notice. “Why don’t you come down from there,” he cooed in a sing-song tone. Tommy winced at the sharp edge to his voice, unsure for a moment what it was meant to do before the support beam he’d been standing on suddenly snapped. He jumped up as it started to plummet towards the ground tilting his body so he could plant his feet briefly on the wall and shove off of it like a swimmer shoving off the side of a pool. He went zooming past their heads before spreading out his arms to make his slow fall more precise. His feet touched down softly on top of a table.

“You probably should have made something fall on top of him instead of out from under him,” The Blade drawled.

“Maybe you should stop with the criticism and try to stab the bastard,” Whippoorwill snapped, but Tommy was filtering out their bickering at this point, having figured out what it was: a distraction. He’d caught just a flash of green when he’d been falling and turned his attention in that direction. He jumped and spring boarded off a nearby pillar to propel himself towards the wall, hand catching a pipe in the ceiling so he could swing and make it through a gap about a foot wide between the top of the wall and the ceiling.

“Shit!” Whippoorwill’s voice echoed dangerously after him, but he was too slow and Tommy went careening into Philza, taking them both to the ground, the man’s wings unable to stop it. Knowing he did not want to engage in close combat with Philza of all people, Tommy began to move the second they hit the ground, rolling off of him and jumping as high as he could to grab the thing Philza had been reaching for a moment before. He let himself fall fast, ducking and rolling as he hit the ground and landing crouched.

“Guessing this is what you guys were here for,” he said cheerfully. “Don’t know what it is, but I’m going to have to say no.”

Philza was already on his feet, wings flared impressively and Whippoorwill had screeched a hole through the wall Tommy had hopped over for him and The Blade.

“Well anyway,” Tommy said, backing up a step. “I think it’s time for me to go.”

“Mate,” Philza said in a reasonable tone which Tommy knew was actually a threat. “Exactly where are you expecting to go?”

“Let me guess,” Tommy said, wryly. “Hand it over and you won’t let Whippoorwill feed me to his imaginary pet dog.”

Philza made a face and Tommy shoved the little glowing orb in his pocket for safe keeping. He smirked just a bit, already having an escape route in mind. Philza in many ways had an advantage over Tommy. He was bigger, stronger, and had wings that could let him actually fly instead of just fall with style.

These things could also be disadvantages. Philza watched him, as he backed up to the wall, large, imposing, and backed by his allies. Tommy flipped open the just big enough for him to fit down it trash shoot and quickly hopped in feet first. He laughed at the sounds of surprise and anger as he zoomed away. Good luck following when none of them could fit and even if they could, none of them had a way to slow their decent in the tight space before they hit the garbage at the bottom.

Tommy was home free.

~

Well… not quite home free.

“You let them get away?” his supervisor raged back at headquarters. Tommy tried not to cower because he was a big man, a big strong superhero, and he’d just stopped some dastardly plot by a group of three powerful supervillains all on his own. But… well… he was… not afraid, definitely not afraid of his supervisor and mentor, that would be silly, but he was healthily cautious around the man. He really, really, really did not want another round of personal training sessions with him. “This is the fourth time!”

It was more than the fourth time really. He’d had many more brief run-ins with the SBI all together, in pairs, and individually, but he tried to keep that fact off the radar as much as possible. However, this had been an official mission Dream had sent him on, so there was no way to get Puffy to pretend like it didn’t happen for him.

“I’m sorry,” Tommy said as quiet as he could. Tommy was not often quiet, but Dream did not like it when he was loud. “I prioritized stopping whatever they were doing instead of capturing them. It was a mistake.” It was not a mistake, Tommy knew. If he ever had engaged with even one of them head-to-head, he’d surely be dead or worse by now. Discounting that one fluke where The Blade had decided to not slit Tommy’s throat for some unknown reason. Tommy was sitting here today out of a mixture of quick wits, stubbornness, and luck.

“Yes, it was,” Dream said coolly. “You failed your job.”

You couldn’t beat one of them let alone three of them. Tommy thought angrily, but he was not stupid enough to say it… again. Dream had once lost a one-on-one duel to The Blade. He… did not like being reminded of it. Instead, Tommy looked at the ground. “I’ll try harder,” he promised.

“See that you do,” Dream said. “You’re not getting paid for tonight.”

Tommy swallowed his protests. That was… not ideal. Tommy was already living paycheck to paycheck without a night’s work being docked. Yet, it was better than the alternative both physically and financially. Being tossed back into training meant not only getting half pay for however long the man decided he needed more training, but also would require medical supplies in the aftermath that Tommy simply did not have in stock. A missed paycheck meant having to ration food a bit harder, but it was still better than the alternative.

“Sorry,” Tommy said again.

“You should be. Now go.”

Tommy did not have to be told twice. He got up quickly and left Dream’s office as fast as he could.

It was past time for Tommy to go home by this point. Dream had kept him waiting for about 2 hours before finally calling him in to talk. He was supposed to get off at 10pm, but it was almost 1am now. Tommy was exhausted, but he still had quite the walk home.

He grabbed his bag from his desk and tossed it over his shoulder, trudging out of the building and waving at the members of the night crew he recognized.

The night was chillier than he’d been expecting, and he flipped up his hood, curling his arms around himself as he walked. He didn’t like walking home so late. Usually at 10 there were still some people around, but the roads were practically deserted at this time of night. He hoped he didn’t get mugged. Not that they could probably actually mug him considering he was a trained superhero, but it would still suck if someone tried.

Of course, just as he had the thought, he stumbled across a pool of dark liquid on the sidewalk. It was hard to make out exactly what it was since it was between streetlights, but it certainly looked liked blood splatters. He groaned to himself, but he couldn’t not check it out. There was a trail of the liquid that went past some buildings. Tommy lightened his footsteps until he was practically not touching the ground. He was surprised when he stepped into a little green area surrounded on all sides by large apartment buildings. Weird. Luckily, the area was lit up with some sort of softly glowing stones and the ‘blood trail’ ended up stopping under one of them. Except in the light, it clearly was not a blood trail. It was dark blue, not red, like maybe someone had spilled some ink. Well, that was a waste of time.

Yet, as he turned to exit the strange little alleyway, he caught sight of a sign. ‘Community Garden,’ it read, ‘Take what you need.’

Tommy paused. Oh, this was very illegal, he thought, as peered around him at what after a moment of observation was obviously rows of vegetables. An uncontrolled food source? Whoever had planted this could face so much jail time and that was before accounting for however they had gotten the seeds. By all rights as a superhero, Tommy should call this in immediately.

On the other hand… Tommy carefully picked his way through the garden. It was pretty even in the dark. Tubbo would love this. He picked a couple of vegetables, only enough that could fit in his bag without being squished and left the rest. He felt… a little guilty even though it was an illegal garden and had literally said he could take what he needed on the sign. Still, he continued his trek home feeling a little lighter despite the illegal weight in his bag.

Author Notes:

@People who read my superhero AUs in another fandom and also enjoy the Dream SMP. Hi ;)

Are you afraid?

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

Day 9: The Very Noisy Night, with inspiration from the extra prompt Sleeping in Shifts.

An AU where Tommy and Dream are survivors in the apocalypse. Tommy, a thief, tries to raid mad scientist Dream's base and gets caught up in his experiments on the living dead as his unwilling protege. Warnings for child poverty, children in very dangerous situations, guns, kidnapping, abuse, and sleep deprivation.

AO3 link, if you prefer.

The world may have ended three years ago, but Tommy’s world ended last month.

See, when the dead stopped staying dead, he was twelve-and-a-half, huddled up in an abandoned building with a stolen loaf of bread and a knife being the only two things to his name. Society collapsing meant little to those outside its reach, and Tommy was quick enough to avoid the shambling masses, or at least escape their grasp if they got too close.

Zombie movies were wrong about all that biting shit, anyway. The dead couldn’t infect you because they were just corpses. Thing was, though, if you died, no matter what, you’d come back as one of them. Peacefully in your bed or throat torn out, didn’t make a difference. And if there was one thing Tommy was good at, it was bullshitting his way outta death.

So, he’d been having the time of his life, really. He’d gotten some friends for once- Tubbo, who could make generators and cool shit like that and even found them an old 3DS they could play Animal Crossing on, and Ranboo, who looked fucking ridiculous in a neat suit trawling through the ruins but had an eye for the coolest of scavenge- and they’d wandered place to place, bartering and exploring but mostly stealing supplies. After all, theft was Tommy’s speciality.

Through that, honestly, Tommy’s life began in stride as the world’s life waned. He had friends- family, really. He had enough that he didn’t starve for days between meals all that much anymore, especially after the plants started growing in the cracks. Tubbo had found a wilderness guide, so they knew what to pick, and the taste of wild berries was something he’d grown used to. And, inexplicably, he had respect.

That wasn’t something Tommy had ever intended to get, but apparently, the three of them helped more than they hurt. Bandits tended to have more than settlements, so it was absolutely just business, definitely. Tommy wasn’t some kind of Robin Hood; he was just a Tommy, no matter what people said. Tubbo and Ranboo might have liked the praise, but it grated on Tommy.

(After all, if he was so special, why did no one ever help him?)

And then, of course, he had to go and fuck it all up.

Sixteen-to-the-day and too cocky by half, Tommy had gotten it into his head to pull off the most daring raid of his life. For food and trinkets, not for anyone else’s gain. Never for anyone else’s gain. That’d be fucking stupid, and Tommy- well, he was an idiot, but not in that way.

Everyone knew that nothing good was going on in the old apartment building. No matter how many dead they’d cleared out- burn them and their ashes can’t do much of anything- there were always more around the apartments. There were always lights on in the building, but no one knew who lived there (not even Tubbo, who’d have had to have been the one to get a generator for them, unless they could also build their own). Anyone who tried to enter never left.

All in all, it seemed like a fun challenge.

What could be up there? Maybe impossible tech, or a secret weapon, or maybe even a very pretty girl? That would be the best reward, Tommy thought, because women were more pog than anything in the world. Except women weren’t a reward and that was a horrible thing to think, so he discarded the thought.

Turns out, the world didn’t work on fucking video game logic, and instead of some grand revelation, all he got was a shotgun to his face.

Tommy remembered the sheer paralysing agony of that one thought. I am going to die here. At the time, it felt like a tragic inevitably. Now, it felt like a naïve wish. At least if he was dead, he wouldn’t feel anything anymore. After all, while the dead might move, there’s no soul in them, nothing but wild animalistic rage. No hurt, no tears, no desperate drive to escape. No missing anyone.

No, no, God knows that Tommy used up the luck that’d let him just die quickly long ago. Instead, he’d looked into where the face of his attacker would be- shrouded by so many layers and a complicated gas mask that all he could make out were eyes that might have been green- and he definitely didn’t cry, and he didn’t beg for his mama because that’d be stupid considering she died when he was little, and Tommy wasn’t stupid.

With the only bit of softness the maniac had left in him- or perhaps, a cruelty more than Tommy could name- he’d lowered his weapon, and said that while Tommy had to repay him for his impudence, he could choose whether that was as another body to study, or a living assistant, because, to quote, Tommy was young enough he could be moulded into the perfect protege, and stupidly Tommy chose to live.

And that’s how Tommy Innit wound up curled up in the world's barest apartment back-to-back with a fucking psychotic mad scientist, ankle chained to the radiator so he wouldn’t try and run again and given the order to stay up and watch the doors until further notice in case the subjects break out. His arm was already smarting from the last time he’d tried to fuck around and be a “disobedient little shit”, as his captor had oh-so-lovingly described him as.

Tommy wasn’t scared, though. Au contraire, he was feeling fucking excellent. Au contraire meant the opposite, right? The fancy fella who had all the books taught him that. Wil-something. He was nice. Nothing like Dream, no matter how much he tried to flip to awkward kindness after threats and pain.

He didn’t like thinking of the bastard as Dream, though- taking on a new name after the end was a thing everyone did here, of course, something to do with growth, but Dream wasn’t one of them. Tommy refused to think of him like that. No, he was worse than the dead he loved to study so much. At least they didn’t draw shit out.

No, Tommy wasn’t scared. He wasn’t shaking, and he wasn’t at all feeling tears build up in his eyes. He wasn’t fighting the tempting urge to fall asleep, because Dream would make him fucking regret it, the agony of fighting against the lulling void overwhelmingly difficult. He could stay up on night watch all day every day no issues. None at all.

He could hear shifting. Banging on the doors, scratching, screaming, and no matter how much Dream had reinforced them, every sound made him terrified it was about to be broken down, and the test subjects would descend on the both of them and rip them to shreds. At least Dream had a gun. Tommy wasn’t even allowed a knife, after his last stunt, and he felt so much weaker now. At least in the past, maybe he could break a nose with a lucky punch. Now he could barely get off the floor in the morning.

The apartment was mostly converted into a lab, and Tommy could hear the machines through the thin floors, too, a cacophony of noise. Less a gentle hum and more a crashing wave, it still was drowned out by the struggling of the dead. Tommy couldn’t hear his own heartbeat over it though. He couldn’t hear Dream’s snoring behind him (how the fuck the man managed to sleep through the cacophony, Tommy didn’t know, especially since this hellhole of a “home” didn’t even have a fucking bed), and he definitely didn’t start hyperventilating from panic whenever he stirred slightly.

And the cacophony didn’t make his ears ring, didn’t make him wish that the building would just collapse. It didn’t. It didn’t make him cover his ears with his hands and hum the songs Tubbo and Ranboo had taught him under his breath. It didn’t make him wish more than anything he could see them again. Tommy was an idiot, but not a sentimental idiot.

No. Tommy was fine. He’d lived through the world ending, and he’d live through his own ending too.

(Whether he wanted to or not.)

[hiding-in-the-vault]

hi im the hk insp au person again,, i just wanted to share just some more of my au if thats okay with you

https://imgur.com/a/L4AVTir (All my unofficial works and also some old designs that didnt work out in case anybody would be interested)

https://imgur.com/a/TNjocDK (Tommys and sapnaps design woohoo)

i hope you like it and please drop some thoughts if you have any :))

also an au notice; not entirely a hollow knight au just HEAVILY inspired by it (hence why its called rogue au in the imgur titles lmao) but i still wouldnt mind if people called it a hollow knight au

btw; you got dream and george right last time, i was surprised because he does in fact live in a very mossy grove (its Mossy Decay in the map), always hides in the shadows and is VERY protective of his little place. when tommy first met dream he wandered a bit too deep in mossy decay and was ambushed by dream, nearly making it out alive

for george, he does in fact like napping a lot around Hills of Mildew (on the eastern side of the map) inside his own hut and doesnt really care about anything and only goes outside to stretch his legs and look at the horizon

and ill also add some lore & funfacts

nobody has ever dared to go in "The deep", only some have tried but few have returned and those few were never the same 😵

theres an arena in barkals, people bet money and fight to the death for it, that's where Dream met techno! while techno was watching dream fight in the arena, he was impressed by his agility and strength and decided to challenge him to a duel outside of the arena. obviously, techno beat dream and thus begun their playful rivalry

ok i swear this was all i just really like to ramble abt stuff ty and bye❤❤❤

WOO!!!! First off, I really love your art style. All the pen lines, especially in some of the older art, it's awesome. I wish I'd do more stuff like that

Anyway, I love these guys. The fire head design is sooo cool. Idk if its just your style or if it looks a certain way for a reason, but it reminds me of autumn leaves and sticks. Which feels apt, for something so nature-themed. A skrunkly guy, I bet he thinks he's the coolest kid on the block. I'd like to hear the thoughts behind those eyes xD

And Tommy feels so sitting. He's a Big man™ and he's got Belts and Such™, Dont Mess With Him !!!11!1!!!! And then you see those big goofy eyes <3 Yep, you're very intimidating and cool, Tommy~ Also him losing his wings reminds me of osmp. That there is one slightly above-average guy who cannot fly. He doesnt NEED to fly, he is simply built different. #trust

Other arts

Map!! I love maps. Big map fan. I bet Tommy likes "The Junk". (if he can get past Dream to make it that far, anyway :eyes:) or at least the name, idk. its funny.

I don't have much to say about the others, besides that they're very fun to look at. I love seeing the thought process behind designs. Crying at George v.1 looking like a waiter djkfhskfd

Speaking of Dream. Ahahehehh I was right >:D It's the vibes, man. The vibes are there and they work so well with these two. If c!Dream and c!George were to be in a hollow knight inspired world, that is simply what they would be doing, I don't make the rules. And hey, that means your character design did its job :D Pog

I'm also always in favor of any idea regarding a fighting arena. Dream would do numbers there, I'm sure. Glad to see the friendly rivalry exists <3

I don't know if you plan on writing anything or just drawing stuff, or just vibe, but I love this concept and I hope you continue it :D

[leafcabbage]

working tirelessly on tommy and tubbo’s spiderguy designs but here’s some random things i’ve decided about the spiderverse au:

-ranboo (3) has a strong minnesotan accent and it is why tommy (1) and tubbo (2) didn’t immediately recognize his voice.

-tommy (1) usually has a very flashy fighting style, but when he’s teamed up with other spiders he ‘tones it down’ as to not appear too childish since he wants to be ‘on their level’. he eventually grows out of this around tubbo (2) and ranboo (3).

-puffy serves as aunt may in universes 1 and 2, since tommy (1) and tubbo (1) stayed very close after losing ranboo. in both universes she knows spiderman’s identity. in ranboo’s (3) universe, ‘aunt may’ is bad(boyhalo), but he does not know spider-pog’s identity at first.

-schlatt is the role of the police captain in universe 2, but he wasn’t a good one. not even a ‘good cop’ in the sense that he was lawful, since he didn’t do much at all. he ending up being taken out on one of the rare occasions he patrolled, and he wasn’t much missed.

-pogona is a real lizard in universe 3, in the others she was a stuffed one.

i love ALL OF THIS so much!!!

ranboo out here with a strong minnesotan accent is not something i knew i needed in my life but i DID. you KNOW tommy and tubbo make fun of them too... repeat words in the accent... ough i love that

also i genuinely think tommy would have the time of his life fighting when its not life or death and hes just making quips and stuff. gotta have fun, gotta be flashy! before anyone dies, im sure its easier to feel that way... but YEAH also love that

im loving the concept of bad being the aunt may figure in ranboo (3)'s universe, and would love to hear more about him and ranboo if you want to share !! i love him so much. love him with all my heart

i can so vividly imagine ranboo (3) coming home, taking off their spider suit, sitting down next to pogona's enclosure and going "i dont know what i got myself into pogona. i really dont." and then sighing really heavily and staring at the wall for a while.

i seriously love this all so much omg... thank you for blessing me with more about this au...

[atley01]

C!Puffy lore infodump/ramble

I was talking with a friend about c!puffy and now that I take a good look at her character, she's such an interesting character and I love everything about her. 

(if you're too lazy to read the very disorganized rambling, there is a tldr at the bottom ^^ /nm /nf)  

first off, she’s so good to c!tommy like genuinely wanted to see him get better and was there for him, wouldn't get mad at him for acting like a child, and was just so chill. I mean I could be misremembering, but I remember being like “damn I'm glad SOMEONE is acknowledging the kids of the dsmp are mentally ill” (in ref. to the whole c!puffy therapist arc) 

side note: the theropay stream with puffy and tommy was honestly very fun and just yes. 

also she was that bitch?? /pos she's a good friend and wants to lead her friends to the right path, like was fully willing to help bbh figure out what the egg was when the egg was first discovered, then she realized like “okay maybe the egg isn't good” and was willing to fight for what she believed is right. 

when she realized how corrupt the eggpire was?? that moment gave me chills. she fucking destroyed the mini egg thing that was built, then wrote something along the lines of “fuck the eggpire” in the sand with the scattered remains of that mini egg. like that was so powerful and you could feel the anger c!puffy felt towards the eggpire without her flat out saying it. she was the leader of the omelet brigade-squad thing, and got Technoblade and I believe also Phil, two of which are very very powerful allies, on her side, (didn't she get the entire syndicate on her side?? /genq its been a bit since I’ve watched the lore.) 

together, they all plotted to take down the eggpire at the banquet. like in my opinion, this shows just how good of a leader puffy can really be. things went a little south but her and quackity and the other anti-egg members still could take them down! thats just so cool and badass. 

the whole “ANTFROST- YOURE DEAD.” -C!puffy scene is still one of my favorite scenes to this day, I think. top 10 puffy coolest moment methinks. but also she had to watch her son die as a sacrifice, which his death was very symbolic when you think about it but also god that was really fucking sad too. 

and then like the whole mysterious past that she cant really remember? but what we do know is that she was once a captain of a pirate ship? its just so cool like I'm a sucker for pirates. 

I also think that the monologues her character went on how she's pissed with everyone, especially the adults of the server, and how she is done with everything, etc., is very fair. like after all the shit she's seen and went through, yeah man I’d be just about done as well. pop off I'm also just a sucker for monologues LMFAO

and as someone who draws, I’ve always had a blast drawing her character. its such a fun character design, v fun to color. (I should draw her again) 

tldr; c!puffy is a very capable leader, cc!puffy has written an amazing character, cool pirate woman pog. I think puffy’s anti-egg arc is one of my favorite character arcs, and she's a criminally underrated character. c!puffy my absolute favorite. 

[dsmpheadcanons]

New blog pog!

A little random bedrock bros HC to celebrate, so, most people assume techno is a piglin, but actually, he's been alive for so long that he predates piglins by about four centuries, he's a pigman, which many assume to be the same thing as piglins.

They're related but the change the nether's atmosphere and biomes caused them to evolve into a much different species, with a different culture.

Tommy on the other hand is part piglin, and the mix of piglin and player genes make piglin hybrids look a lot like pigmen, (who are very rare to find nowadays, especially a fully alive one), so often Tommy and techno are confused for siblings.

Tech denies everything, he had to live through the death of most of his people and now their replacement is being called his brother? No thanks.

...But in those months in the tundra, perhaps he saw what they meant.

techno falls into the trap that plagues most of the long-living; the refusal to accept the new, unchanging, and always looking back to the past. when this new runt; because that is what he is with gangly limbs and knobby knees and eyes that shine with undeterred hope (why are they dead why why the voices in his hear roar out), comes spilling out of his basement not unlike a scolded child with his mouth refusing to say a word. well if techno is a bit softer with his hands and making sure the runt is well fed no one is there to poke fun at him. 

and if dream never makes his way north always getting lost somehow in the thick woods that grew around the tundra. it was well worth the favor he cashed in with kristin even when she sent him knowing smiles every time she saw him. like she was any better, doting on tommy who soaked up the attention like a wilting flower.  

[gnfkitten]

“When Tommy woke up, the first thing he saw was some tall bitch looming over him. As a general rule, Tommy hated people that were taller than him, so this wasn’t a great start. Maybe this was his personal hell. Maybe he’d met a watery death and his skinny, incredibly handsome corpse was bloating somewhere beneath the freezing river. ” it’s not bad per say but it’s dated 💀 you literally say pog on the next line

I WAS FIFTEEN. WHERE ARE YOU ALL FINDING TBIS 😭😭😭 I HAVNT PUT THAT SCCOHNT ON HERE IN LIKE A YEAR

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Tommyinnits Guide to being an awesome hero. Oh no is that Trauma?

by Wimblyfoot

Fuck spiders. It was just supposed to be a fun little adventure with Tubbo but nooo fun isn't allowed in Manburg.

In which Tommy Careful Danger Kraken Innit Simons find himself with super cool spider powers and decides to kick ass no expecting to get drop kicked into a ocean of trauma, lies, betrayal, and nightmares. It's not all bad though, he has a cool english teacher and supportive friends to support him.

 I saw a Spiderinnit fanart on pinterest and having been the same since.

Words: 489, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP, Minecraft (Video Game), Original Work

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Grayson | Purpled (Video Blogging RPF), Clementine, Wilbur Soot, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Niki | Nihachu, Jack Manifold, Fundy (Video Blogging RPF), Eret (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Alyssa | ItsAlyssa, Luke | Punz, Callahan (Video Blogging RPF), Karl Jacobs, Darryl Noveschosch | BadBoyHalo, Hannah | Hannahxxrose, Sam | Awesamdude, Zak Ahmed | Skeppy, Antfrost (Video Blogging RPF), Liam | HBomb94, Ponk | DropsByPonk (Video Blogging RPF), Dylan | BoomerNA (Video Blogging RPF), Alexis | Quackity, Charlie Dalgleish | Slimecicle, Connor | ConnorEatsPants, Noah Brown | Foolish Gamers, Cara | CaptainPuffy

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & Phil Watson, Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Grayson | Purpled & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit/Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF) as Spider-Man, TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Traumatized TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit Needs a Break (Video Blogging RPF), Villain Wilbur Soot, Villain Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Villain Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Hero Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), Dark Sleepy Bois Inc, like REALLY dark, Hurt/Comfort, we like comfort here, kinda like the mafia, Wilbur is kinda based off of Dazai, take that with a grain of salt pls, Bad Parent Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), like manipulation, gasslight gatekeep no gilboss, wilbur doesnt know how love works, Tired Ranboo, Good dream, just with a hit of manipulation, but hes good I swear, discduo pog, crimeboys angst

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/40403568

[autisticlalna]

it's been so long since i've done anything with dreamout so here's an overview of stuff i was hashing out and then never did anything with:

wilbur faked his death. and forgot to have philza in on it. ghostbur is just wilbur pretending to be a ghost and also having residual dreamon fuckery because of the mask cracking while he was wearing it

dream gets put in gay baby jail (a box) as time out. later when he's given some rights back he possesses a green sheep nametagged Enemy

ranboo is a system! and also possessed by a dreamon in the "a dreamon physically fused with him" way. except the dreamon got repressed by his system members pulling out sticks and beating the shit out of it. which ALSO led to ranboo losing all memory of being half-dreamon at all

dream adopts ranboo and decides to show him the ropes of being a dreamon. ranboo is terrified and has no idea what's happening, and also ends up getting recruited into the dreamon hunters

there were some vague thoughts about drista being a nano specimen named micro but i don't know if that went anywhere

puffy does therapy on a mask

exile arc: brick, tubbo, and tommy go camping! dream tags along but not for any Nefarious Reasons he just wants to be included

egg is dreamon-related somehow, dream fucking Hates It and sees it as a threat to the server and his friends (and is. kinda doing the "human emotion called friendship" thing) so he's Way more involved. probably teams back up with brick for the first time post-wilbur to keep him safe from it because brick's immune as long as he's wearing dream's mask

SOMETHING I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THAT GREEN SUGGESTED: eggpire kidnaps dream to get him out of the way but during a Climatic Battle dream hijacks the egg itself to turn the tables and in the aftermath he's able to physically manifest in his dreamon form for the first time

brick and tubbo do science crimes together!! brick snowchester pog. who better to help with the nukes plan than a lalna(ble)

punz was a past dream host

leo: i have.. an interesting problem leo: you know how i draw wilbur looking kinda like komaeda? human karl is just naegi but kingdom hearts solar: interesting implications for their dynamic in dreamout leo: [SOUND]

discussed potential of "what if the dreamout (and dash2) gang met the canon dsmp gang" brick, who is terrible at clearly expressing that he cares about people: [puts hand on tommy's shoulder] im going to give you a knife collection. in case of bears.

"dsmp-2 dream would honestly be just. Stunned at first. that a version of him would stoop so low and havw absolutely no second thoughts or regrets about it meanwhile brick is already hitting canon dream with a steel chair"

brick gets the trenchcoat of mental illness. he's earned it

dreamXD was initially dream fully tapping into his dreamon powers or being his true form / "unmasked". no idea if that's gonna still be the case

quote from my notes: "Ranboo, contrary to popular belief, has a moral backbone. he just happens to have fifty and they're all conflicting"

there was an arc idea where brick became president. good for him

tubbo invites schlatt's adoptive parents to his funeral. his adoptive parents are sips and sjin. This Goes Well (this goes poorly. sips decides to make himself king. dream wants to kick his ass)

lalnable ALSO shows up which is a barrel of fun for brick considering the last time brick saw him was when he was Created To Be Cannon Fodder. the whole "full crossover" arc is just a mess in general. everything happens so much

there was a joke where grian would kidnap brick and then he'd fall out of a nether portal with 10 new outfits

brick decides he's Done during a manhunt so dream possesses the ender dragon and the hunters walk in on him bonking into the obsidian pillars repeatedly

[wils-brother-tommy]

alexa play blitz by technoblade

ayup :] im tommy/raven! she/her pronouns 💪

TOMMYVODBOY SINCE 2021‼️ INNITER 😎

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art tag!!! - #myort

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[nebraska-is-a-myth]

But we can chose to fight - part 12

tw /// lots of mentions of  panic attacks, blood, and death, take care of yourselves please

Masterlist

P.s I'm sorry 

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Blood.

So much Blood.

Blood on his hands.

Blood on his clothes.

Blood pooling onto the concrete.

Pressure.

He needs to put pressure on the wound.

Keep pressure on it.

Stop the blood.

Why is there so much blood.

It won't stop.

Please, why wont it stop.

Pulse.

Check for a pulse.

Apply pressure.

No pulse.

Try again.

No pulse.

Too much blood.

Hands.

Hands all over him.

Hands dragging him away.

No, he needs to keep pressure on it.

He needs to stop the blood.

Hands.

Fists.

Blood.

His blood?

Why is nobody trying to stop the blood.

He needs to get up.

He needs to stop the blood.

Someone's shouting.

Is the ambulance here yet?

He’s covered in blood and,

Oh.

They're shouting at him. 

It’s foggy and he can't think, 

He doesn't know what's happening.

Think.

Blood

Counting

Gunfire

Blood

Oh

“Don't just fucking stand there say something!”

His face hurts, did someone hit him? He feels something run down his upper lip and he tastes the blood seeping into his mouth. The metallic taste makes him gag and he runs a hand through his hair, shit, now his hair is covered in blood.

Blood?

Blood!

Tommy!

“Tommy?”

The name leaves his lips like a whimper, it’s childish and desperate. He doesn't get a response.

“Don't you fucking say his name you monster!”

Something happens around him, something moves and people shout, not at him this time. It’s hard to understand what's happening when he can't pry his eyes away from Tommy's limp body. It looks unnatural for him to be so still, so quiet. Tubbo has his head in his lap, carting his fingers through Tommy's blond and slightly bloodied hair. There is blood everywhere. Dream looks between his hand and the red handprints on Tommy's cheeks and he decides that the marks on his face are because of Dream. He remembers holding Tommy's pale face in his hands. He wouldn't wake up. His back hurts and there are bloodied tracks on the concrete, are they his? He vaguely remembers being dragged away from all of the blood, was it Wilbur? Is that why Wilbur hit him, because he was too close? He was only trying to stop the blood. 

“What have you done.”

I don't know.

“What he should have done fucking months ago?”

George is here?

“So that was the plan was it-?”

Of course George was there, he shot Fundy.

Wait, he shot Fundy?

“ -lure him in when he was vulnerable and the murder him!”

No of course it wasn't, he loved Tommy. 

He loved him.

Loved.

But Tommy’s dead.

Oh my god he’s dead.

Tommys Dead.

He killed him

Tommys dead

Tommys dead

Tommys dead

Tommys dead

Tommys dead

He’s shaking

Why is he shaking

People are staring

Why are they looking

Stop it

Tommys dead

Stop staring

Why are they-

Hands

Hands on his back

He cant breath

Hands

Blood

Shaking

Tears

Stop it

Blood

Breathe

He can breathe

“Thats it Dream, in and out. In.”

Breathe.

“And out.”

Breathe.

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When Dream opens his eyes again he no longer feels like there's cotton wool clogging his ears, the sun is setting and he wants to wretch at the smell of blood coming from everywhere. He is now faintly aware that he is no longer wearing his mask and the beating in his chest pounds against his ribcage louder and louder, but he feels calmer as rhythmic circles are rubbed into his upper back. Dream melts into the touch, he hasn't had much human affection in a while, apart from flying fists and painful sparring sessions. He’s sat on the floor with Fundy crouched in front of him. Fundy? Did Fundy just,   help him? Dream looks up into Fundy’s eyes to find the orange haired man already looking at him, it’s strange having the man so close, but his gaze feels softer than all the other harsh stairs around him. He sees Wilbur come into focus from behind Fundy and looms over the both of them with a terrifying look in his eyes. 

“Fudy what the fuck are you doing.” It’s a half mumble and Dream barely hears it himself, but Fundy takes his gaze away from Dream and removes his touch from the other man. Is it strange that Dream feels colder without it?

“I wasn't exactly going to let him pass out from a panic attack Wilbur, and it’s not like any of them were going to do anything.”

Fundy gestures over to the rest of the Dream team who were still armed to the teeth and quite frankly looked rather bored.

“Dream just needs to stop being such a pussy and get over it. So what the kids dead, plenty more annoying little prats in the sea.” 

George's voice is replaced by shouting and the clacking of metal and Dream needs to stop this before someone else is killed because of him. Dream is in charge, not George. So (with a little help from Fundy) Dream staggers to his feet and crosses the line between l’manburg and Dream smp to meet the brit. He stands there for a moment, letting the confusion settle on George's face, before striking George across the bridge of his nose in one swift movement.

He hopes it hurts.

The maskless man turns from Georges curses and sapnaps confusions and walks towards Wilbur. “I want you to have independence.”

“WHAT THE FUCK.”

Dream ignores George in favor of directing his eyesight to Fundy. The man isn't smiling, but his eyes become a lot wider at the statement. Wilbur looks angry and confused and on the brink of tears. He doesn't blame the older man, the smp had taken so much from them, and all because he couldn't bear to stand against the people who he used to call his friends. He knows that this will never even come close to making up for what he has done to them, but he hopes that it's a start.

“The east side is yours to command Wilbur, you are free from the laws of the smp.”

In rage, Sapnap goes to lunge at dream, but Eret manages to grab one of his arms and pull him to the ground. “ How could you dream, after everything we’ve done.”

Dream turns to face the arsonist, his head is still spinning but his thoughts are clear, clearer than he thinks they've ever been.

“What we’ve done? Sapnap we terrorized these people, killed a child! You really think that's something to be proud of?”

George pinches the bridge of his nose and clambers to his feet, he snarls and spits at dreams feet. “The east side is not yours to give! We made you what you are, that territory is ours!”

“George you Manipulated me! You made me afraid and you put me in an impossible position. I should be dead right now, I wish I were fucking dead right now but I’m not okay. And I’ll be damned if I let you hurt these people any more than you already have. If it’s power your after then take it, take whatever the fuck you want from me, but you leave the east side the fuck alone George.”

Tubbo can hear the others shouting but he stops paying attention after Dreams outburst. It’s sad Dream said those things about himself, he knows how much the older man cared about Tommy. Tommy trusted Dream, and the list of people Tommy trusted was painfully short, but Dream had always been on that list, no matter what. Even after their little fight about Tommys disks, even after they had both almost died, Tommy probably died still trusting dream. Tubbo carts his fingers through Tommys soft hair, flecks of dried blood are stuck to the tips of some of the strands, he tries not to think about all of the blood pooling around them. He focuses on the happy things instead. Tubbo likes to think Tommy is happier up there, wherever he is. Maybe he’s finally in the arms of his mother after all these years alone, he hopes Tommy finally knows he is loved. Tubbo’s other hand is wrapped around his friends wrist, fingers placed firmly on where Tommy's pulse should be thudding with energy. He hasn't felt anything in minutes now, he knows his friend is gone, that no amount of cpr will bring him back, the blood reminds him of that. So Tubbo takes his hand from Tommys pale wrist and slips it into his friend's hand. It's cold and it feels nothing at all like Tommy. Tommy always used to run hot like a furnace, the boy always complained about how warm it was no matter what the weather was doing. It was both a blessing and a curse, yes it meant Tommy complained 24/7, but it also meant that Tubbo could use him as his own personal hot water bottle. Cold after a long day of running round the city on jobs? Go to Tommy. Run down after getting caught in a storm? Go to Tommy. Just need a warm hug? Go to Tommy. Tubbo could really do with one of those hugs right now, but he can't can he? Tommy isn't warm anymore, his paling skin is like ice to the touch, and Tubbo feels like he wants to sob until his tears run out. Will he ever be warm again?

He sits like that for a while, clutching Tommy's hand in a death grip like the boy would sink into the floor at any moment. Still overwhelmed with shock, Tubbo glances up for a second to catch Erets gaze. The older man is staring at them with this look in his eyes that Tubbo can't quite place, although he’s never really been good at reading people. He looks, sad almost, Tubbo thinks it’s regret. One day he thinks he’ll forgive Eret. Not today, he can't. But one day, when the sun rises in just the right way, and the birds call to him with a song that makes his heart pang, he will visit Tommy's grave and feel the breeze caress his tear stained cheeks and tell him that it's okay. It's okay to forgive him. Tubbo will welcome Eret with open arms as gusts of wind tousle both of their hair, rustling their shirts and telling them that Eret is forgiven, and that they can start to heal again. But the skies are clear, there is no breeze on this day, and so Tubbo tears his eyes away from his friend and back to his brother. Because that's what they were, brothers. Together forever until the very end. Although neither of them expected it to come so soon. It’s terrifying, knowing how alone he is in the world. Tommy was his everything, he was the glue that held everyone together, clichés as it may be. But that was the truth, and now that he’s gone, Tubbo can feel himself start to crumble. The Brunette caves in on himself and lets the sobs rack through his body, the grip on Tommy's hand tightens. He can almost hear Tommy nagging at him complaining at how he’s squeezing too hard.

“You're hurting my hand bitch.”

The thought makes him clutch at the cold skin even harder, tears still rolling down his cheeks. That is, until he hears the nagging again, as if this is some cruel game.

“Oi dick’ead that ‘urts.”

Wait?

“Tommy?”

The outburst catches the attention of the other gang members, although none of them quite know what's going on. 

Tubbo is left speechless, he doesn't understand what's happening. It’s almost as if all the blood had soaked back into Tommy's body and he had sprung back to life.

“Tommy you're alive!”

“‘course I am idiot, why wouldn't I be?”

Tommy is more than confused. Tubbo is firing words at his head that just don't even make sense, talking about how he got shot and something stupid like that. It makes Tommy head pound, I mean he’s pretty sure he would remember getting shot right? Although, he doesn't really remember ever being on the floor, or anything after getting punched by George for that matter. The color blind man couldn't have hit him that hard could he? Surely not. I mean come on, it's GeorgeNotFound! Tommy's confusion continues to grow as more an more people crowd round him, Wilbur, Fundy, Eret, sapnap and...

“Tommy?”

Its...he...Dream..

He cant breath

Tommy's head spins, he only gets a few seconds of peace before he feels like he’s being swallowed by the void in his mind. His vision goes dark and he can feel his body start to tremble. It’s terrifying. The blackness around him is hollow and cold and Tommy screams for someone to help him, he screams for Dream, Wilbur, Tubbo, in a desperate attempt he even calls out to Eret in hope of a savior. But nothing screams back. Instead he is taunted by silence and the pressure building in his chest. But as Tommy starts to surface, the distant sounds of Wilbur's deadly counting haunt his empty wasteland.

[420technoblazeit]

ik it's been contradicted in canon multiple times but im still in love with the idea that after your last canon death your body stays instead of immediately disappearing

schlatt's body was not left in the caravan. hours after the war had ended bad stopped by to collect his parts, hesitant to let even him rot in that place where everything had begun. the funeral is a trainwreck. no modicum of respect is given to the man who had destroyed so many lives and in hindsight having an open casket service might have been a mistake. puffy, who had never met schlatt, winces as they treat him like a puppet, a prop instead of a dead body. she is an outsider. too late to bear witness to the death of someone vaguely familiar and yet not at all. but she still sees the bitterness behind quackity's words and the cold anger in his eyes and decides it is not her place to say anything. her chair is empty before anyone can notice. by the end of it even his picture is marked by arrows. and the casket holds less weight than it should

the button room becomes a tomb. once the knowledge of what happened there becomes known, it is sealed and avoided. and thus wilbur is not granted the honor that even schlatt was given. to have a grave, to be worthy of remembrance. it remains untouched for days until ghostbur stumbles into it, knees scraped and bleeding. he sees a man propped up against the wall. his hair is curled and matted against the hard stone, fingertips tinged by ash where ghostbur's are stained blue. a slight smile rests on his face. there is still pity left there, in those cold empty eyes that are and aren't ghostbur's own. it is not for himself. and with a shiver he stares at his own body and remembers that cold slick sword in his own chest and tears on his face. he does not remember if it was his or his father's. ghostbur's cheeks sting. and phil calls him from outside the room before he can ponder the matter any further

there is no rain when mexican dream is murdered. a boy and a tyrant are the only witnesses to his death and it would be poetic enough if his life were a story, a cautionary tale about the dangers of pointless disobedience and rebellion. but his life had been neither of those things. and now it is simply no more. tommy has only a moment to process his only ally in this place, the only friend who had bothered to speak up for him, being murdered in cold blood before dream is picking up the body and hoisting it over his shoulder. whatever items were spilled are collected into a chest. and tommy is forced to scrub the traces of him that remain from logstedshire as dream leaves. he is alone once more. and the sound of md's laughter does not linger

jack manifold is not the first to fall to technoblade's sword. he doesn't know what he was thinking, really. no one but dream is a match for techno's skill with a blade. but standing there in the shambles of a country he had given himself to a lifetime ago, jack didn't care. he remembers lunging with a sword he had only ever used to shield himself and a blur of movement. in the end he hardly even no felt the blow that killed him. jack remembers shock freezing him in place, followed by a sense of loneliness and anger. white hot anger that techno would escape unscathed, not even knicked by a sword as jack became just another notch on his belt. the second, least impressive one of the day. and then that rage was replaced by real heat as jack fell, grasping for something to stop his descent. something that would not be there. he does not know how long it takes to get back. but when he does it is in that same place he first died and his fingernails are splintered and cracked. there is still dirt under them and the flesh at his fingertips have turned rotten. and he limps home with broken ribs and burnt skin that will not be soothed for weeks