#Tommy death pog

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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?

[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

[wils-brother-tommy]

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

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[ghosty-dsmp]

Ok here my bbg c!tommy from dream smp, idk if you still doing this but uh here, idk tho if i could use the fanart cause he technically from a minecraft rp so here canon and fanarts

Ok here me yapping about him, ok here we go, ok so c!tommy is a teenager (headcanon that he 14) he went to multiple wars at 9 canonically, he also went to exile, got kill 4 time, and revived once (i headcanons that its more than 4 death and 1 revive, but yea) he also a demon hybrid and use to be a experiment, he yaps a lot, he got neglected, he stubborn, and have ptsd, but he has a son (spider) named shroud, and he got a best friends name purpled, ranboo, tubbo, who supports him, oh and married to purpled (who's an alien), and has a lot of scars from exile and from c!dream, who manipulates him and abuse him, but he can still fight and is not a crybaby, and is a strong big man! He also says poggers,pog,pogchamp. He also did multiple crimes (he has a whole list) he also a tsundere (not sure it spell)

Sorry if i info dumped too much, and make him seem like a victim, i just really love him, please rate him/give him a barbie.

ok i want to do one of these too!

Give me a photo of your f/o and i'll assign them a barbie movie (barbie and the nutcracker - barbie the princess and the popstar)!

optional: you can give some info of them <3

proship please interact

[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.

[businessbois]

Eret to Puffy: "You weren’t part of the server during the original L’Manburg War, but after the war, after my betrayal, Dream and Tommy had a duel with bows. They got down to half a heart each. And they each had a number of shots, but one shot would kill them instantly. Tommy lost that duel to Dream. And one of my most prized possessions at the moment is the bow that Tommy used during that duel which has been in my enderchest ever since then."

[guessthatrec-poll]

Congratulations to rec #21 for winning the matchup!

The identity of rec #24 is...

Dream SMP!

Note from the submitter:

i don’t think it’s possible to give a good yet concise description of this but i’ll try??? disclaimer this is basically just tommy’s pov since i’m most familiar with that. warning for ableism, death, cannibalism, suicide, abuse, child death, nuclear warfare, and probably more that i forgot

basically tommy and tubbo are best friends and they go and watch the sunset together while listening to two music discs. dream steals the music discs but tommy and tubbo steal them back. tommy’s brother wilbur decides to sell drugs and because of this dreams friend tries to shoot them. the two brothers then disguise their drug van as a “hto dog” van to no avail. so then they declare independance from the smp and start their own nation called l’manburg with tubbo, herobrine’s cousin eret and wilbur’s son fundy (who is an anthropomorphic fox despite being half human half salmon). eret betrays everyone and tommy loses the discs during the war, but l’manburg wins. wilbur has imposter syndrome and decides to hold an election for president of l’manburg but quackity runs against him as part of the swag 2020 party.

wilbur and tommy form pog 2020 in retaliation. fundy and nihachu run too, forming the third party coconut 2020 (which was objectively the best choice). last minute jschlatt just sorta appeared out of nowhere and ran also. during the election coconut was disqualified for voter fraud, and schlatt and swag ended up forming a coalition government winning the election by 1% of the vote. schlatt immediately exiled tommy and wilbur and changed the name of the country to manburg. tubbo stayed in manburg as a spy for tommy. the newly exiled brothers formed a bunker in a ravine which they called pogtopia. technoblade also showed up and started growing potatoes - the only food in pogtopia was potatoes and monster energy for a solid month and a half. meanwhile in manburg, schlatt and quackity started dating, but schlatt’s alcoholism and insecurity over his muscular atrophy drove him to threaten to lobotomize quackity. manburg held a festival, and wilbur tried to plant a bomb but he forgot where he put the button to detonate it. schlatt convinced technoblade to shoot a firework into tubbo’s face with a crossbow. tubbo survived, but tommy was fucking pissed and he and technoblade had a fistfight in The Pit. a month later pogtopia waged war against manburg, but didn’t really have to do much because the second they cornered schlatt he died of a heart attack. wilbur and tommy were back in power, but during tommy’s speech wilbur snuck away into a small room with a single button on the wall - he finally found the detonator and had planned to blow everything up anyway, as he was actively suicidal. but before he could, his father, philza minecraft, creator of minecraft, burst in and demanded to know what he was doing. wilbur monologued dramatically and quoted eret before pressing the button, destroying the entire country yet somehow not killing anyone including himself. he begged phil to kill him and phil did. technoblade, reveling in the destruction of a government since he was a staunch anarchist, spawned two withers after infodumping about greek mythology. nobody died from that either. schlatt had a funeral, but quackity ate his heart in the middle of it. tubbo became president and rebuilt l’manburg. phil was placed on house arrest and techno fucked off to the arctic. a strange half enderman twink called ranboo appeared and tried to run for president before deciding not to do that. he befriended tommy and they traded onions with each other before setting fire to georgenotfound’s house. dream used this as an excuse to manipulate tubbo into exiling tommy from l’manburg. dream took tommy to a faraway island which tommy named logstedshire, and dream isolated and abused him for two weeks. meanwhile, tubbo, ranboo, fundy and quackity wanted to track down and guillotine technoblade. they almost succeeded but techno used a totem of undying in the guillotine, and then severely injured quackity by slicing several of his teeth and one of his eyes out with a pickaxe. while this happened, tommy almost killed himself before deciding not to, and he ran away from logstedshire and set up camp in techno’s basement. techno got back and showed him a huge bunker full of wither skulls he was going to use to blow up l’manburg a third time. i’m too tired to finish recapping this if you’ve read this far you can probably find out everything else on your own

DSMP has been correctly guessed 2 times and incorrectly guessed 1 time as Arcane.

Guess That Rec: Round 2, Poll 6

Rec #21

Do you want to see a neurodivergent-coded protagonist grapple with his world, and more importantly, his feelings (often murder-y, but eventually delicious angst)? Do you want to see a queer-coded non-white guy tackle religious bigotry and the fucked-up-ness of his own life? Do you want to see a girlboss with her tits out? You can watch this trio - and a further diverse cast - be thrown into wars between genocidal cults, morally gray militaries, and a shadowy, corrupt institution that really calls the shots - ALL IN SPACE!

Rec #24

Do you want a queer fantasy epic with tons of neurodivergent representation? dysfunctional sibling dynamics? friends to lovers and lovers to enemies? a god x human relationship? canon furry side characters? enjoy gay pining, cannibalism and more in this Hamilton meets Breaking Bad media

[andfuckmcyt]

*Shoves my cottagecore c!Quackity au propaganda onto you*

[moltengoldveins]

I’m sorry this has gripped my psyche-

so Philza and Techno are some kinda deity-esque things, obv, somewhere between demigods and aspects of reality. Techno is the god of war and family, in the ‘I fight to protect my own,’ ‘the bonds of brotherhood and family are forged in blood’ kinda way. Phil is the god of dying, not the dead, i.e a classic psychopomp who serves our Lady Death. Tommy I think is some kind of recently-ascended version of the same thing, significantly younger than Phil and Techno (post DSMP godhood pog???) who got married to Tubbo as a joke and probably hasn’t quite settled into What he’s the god of yet, and Chayanne…. Chayanne is beginning to realize his family is Very Very Weird. (it starts with the Ender King, of course.)

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Chayanne has known about Tio Techno for a while now. Dad never misses the chance to talk about him, and some of the stories he tells are so outlandish Chay wouldn’t believe them if it weren’t for how honest Dad always is. He never lies to them about stuff like that. (He never lies to us. He never yells. He never hits us. I don’t understand what’s happening-) Techno’s never visited the island, but Chay’s seen some of Techno’s old things hung in Dad’s closet, left there to free up inventory space. Why he had them when he came to the island in the first place, Chay doesn’t know, but he likes going through them sometimes, when Dad isn’t home. There’s an oddly bound red book filled with Chinese characters Chay can’t read, an absolutely massive sword that’s buzzing with magic, and a red cape. Sometimes, Chayanne buries his face in the train of the cape when he needs to feel brave. (He really really needs to feel brave right now.) When Dad leaves, everything in Chayanne’s gut screams that something is Wrong, Wrong, Wrong. Talulla is terrified, though she’s gone all bitter and short with everyone like she does when she’s trying her best not to show it. Chay takes one look at the blistering corruption on his Dad’s back, the rot creeping between his feathers, and knows he can’t leave Dad alone like this. Anything could happen. They could loose him. So, hands shaking as his Dad rows away, Chay puts his sister to bed and opens the closet. He pulls the cloak down from the hanger and glances skyward. (Hey Tio, hey Kristin. If you can hear this… I need help. I’m really scared.) Hauling the thick red fabric over his shoulders, Chay shudders as something vast and deep and red seems to settle around him. His mouth tastes like it’s full of pennies. His chest feels hot. And when he turns to grab his sword, it’s lighter than it should be, faster, the edge slicing through the air like a fish through water. -protect-love-rage-protect- sings the cape on his shoulders, and Chay is still very very very afraid. But he doesn’t feel alone anymore, and that’s the important bit.

(I’m sure there’s more of this AU where after Phil snaps out of it, Techno arrives son the island in a blaze of bloody glory yelling about his pog nephew who used some of his power to kick the old man’s butt and the butt of Phil’s evil ex (/j) and how if he doesn’t get to see the new little warrior Right Flipping Now he’s gonna raze the Federation to bedrock. (He’s gonna do that anyway, it’s just a matter of whether he gets a tea break first) Tommy tags along, excited to see Tubbo again and maybe only slightly put out that everyone thinks Chay is cooler than him (he and Talulla get on smashingly) but I can’t write that with the limited time I have, so you must be content with your imaginations.)

Throwing that out there since it's not my usual content but a SBI fanfic with Philza Technoblade Tommy and Chayanne would go so hard .

[mellohimelody]

so i did the math, and if wilbur’s been in dead for six months (like dream said) that means he’s been in death for over eight years

he’s spent more than eight years in that void, possibly with the ability to gain information (as seen when he checked when everything was going to end)

there’s no way he’s even close to being the same person he was before he died

/rp

[smellmypurplelies]

Tw: blood, death

Update: i posted it!

[givemeureyes]

fuck did I tell y'all?

[stemms]

Yooo, same braincell pog! Grrrr, I love your hc too, it makes me lose my mind so much :) What if at some point in the beginning c!Dream decided to play along and deliberately killed c!Tommy, only to revive him a few moments later and reveal to him that even death can't separate them? :)

After the first month of c!Tommy’s exile, he learned to associate the sight of a healing/regeneration potion in c!Dream’s hand with the end of his punishment. However, soon enough, his owner picked up on that and decided to slightly change the rules to ensure that he didn’t get too comfortable. There was also another reason for that decision; because c!Dream already possessed the revival book but couldn’t use it on c!Tommy yet, potions seemed like a good alternative because they allowed him to push the boy to the limit, and avoid being worried about accidentally killing him. 

With time, c!Tommy began associating healing/regeneration potions with both comfort and punishments, and the mere sight of them made his stomach churn and his hands tremble. c!Dream could never get enough of his amusing reaction, and greedily attempted to elicit it again, and again, and again… c!Dream has always found it absolutely delightful to watch the boy's sheer confusion turn into dread, and he actively took advantage of it :) 

At the end of each punishment, c!Dream would kindly patch up c!Tommy’s wounds and offer him another potion, if his behaviour was satisfactory. This being said, he would also apply a potion to the wound or force it down the teen’s throat in the middle of punishment, and continue it until he was satisfied. This way, c!Tommy could never be entirely sure if c!Dream was done with hurting him or if it was just another break before more pain followed...

[parkerpeanuts]

You know when I was pondering, manifesting if you will, a lore stream, RANBOO FOR FUCKS SAKE I DIDNT MEAN AFTER TOMMY DIED

[gheysnakeredacted]

Tommy accepting a deal with Schlatt and then immediately going “What the FUCK did I just do”

Imagining this but instead of Schlatt its Dream n he REALLY be thinking it after the war 

[somewhat-daily-hannahxxrose]

Ah, Day 7... She’s growing flowers near his grave, because even though the the two weren’t close, the weight of this loss still has an impact on everybody around her.