#and that was right after dsmp

[mango-shpango]

BRUH ANOTHER BANGER FROM TOMMY 😭😭

[gooptroupe]

and i'm expected to just move on with my day?

[linktoo-doodles]

None of these people know that kenji was an undesirable child

[painless-innit-colourful]

Sunset

Their eyes meet, amber flickering in the reflections in Jack’s pupils. Tubbo’s skin is tingling, vision periodically blurring and he feels a little sick: life returning to atoms that were supposed to be done living is a little violent, a little uncomfortable. Tubbo waits for the nausea to subside before he gives Jack a nod, feeling the prickling shimmer of fire resistance in his system, before he turns towards the lava lighting the room and blocking the way. Or, at least, it had been.

“Really?” Tubbo pauses at Jack’s voice breaking the unnatural quiet. “I’m going to go get him.” “How will you get him out? He doesn’t have resistance as well.” “There’s a hole in the cell. We’ll swim out.”

They share a gaze that feels so very final, even after the past few eternities they’ve waited. “I hope you’re right about him.” “I know I am,” Tubbo affirms. “Have a good rest of your life, Jack.” “You too, man. You too.”

—

“You okay?” Tubbo’s voice bounces around the hollow chamber, echoing off warm obsidian. Tommy’s on his knees, cast in light by the fire at his feet, looking up at Tubbo like he’s looking at an angel. Maybe that’s a bit what it looks like. Tubbo’s not completely sure they count as alive anymore.

“Tubbo-” He stumbles as he tries to get up, as Tubbo scrambles down soft-sharp rock to reach him. They each stop a handful of strides from each other, just staring, just breathing, the amber light washing them out and making them look like the ghosts they feel like, and then Tommy closes the distance with a shriek of pained relief and they crash to the floor and they are very corporeal and very real and very alive. 

They are alive.

Tommy’s crying, he realises, tears falling and very quickly drying due to their proximity to the lava in the floor. They almost ended up in the lava due to Tommy’s lunge, but it doesn’t matter because Tubbo’s teary too, and the warm glow around them is nothing to the warmth inside Tubbo that starts in his heart and expands outwards, steadily, steadily, bringing a feeling that might be life back into his bones and sinew. Coming back to life is new to him, but it’s not the worst feeling.

“I’m-” Tommy sputters between sniffs, “I’m sorry-” “Don’t you dare,” Tubbo pulls him closer, tucking him under his chin, like that’s ever had the power to keep him safe before. “Don’t you dare say that. Don’t.” “Oh- Okay…” After a moment, he laughs. “Hello stranger.” Tubbo smiles and kisses him on the top of his head. He smells like smoke and death. “Hello. We gotta get out of here-” “Yeah…” “-We gotta get you home.” “Home?”

He kisses him one more time, before shifting to his elbows. Their eyes meet, and the light in Tommy’s eyes outshines everything else in this godforsaken room. “Home. We gotta go home.”

—

The room is golden with a refracted autumn sunset when Tubbo hears the click-clonk of the front door through the house. He’s still adjusting funnels and tubes as he hears the approaching footsteps get louder and louder, until Tommy’s leaning on the only empty counter by the door, smiling.

“You’ll never guess who I ran into.” “Who? No, don’t tell me,” Tubbo swaps a full bottle for an empty one. “Santa Claus?” Tommy splutters, “Obviously not. No, Jack. Jack Manifold.”

Tubbo stops to look at him properly, “Wait, really?” “Yeah, and-” He ‘rounds the counter and leans annoyingly on Tubbo’s shoulder. He’s so annoying. The Most Annoying. Tommy ‘The Most Annoying’ Innit. Tubbo feels that familiar warmth he feels whenever he’s near.  “Get this- He’s been in the casino this whole time. In Las Nevadas. He’s a fucking gambler!”

Tubbo mulls this over for a moment, “Y’know… not what I was expecting.” “Right? But he says he’s happy enough, says he likes who he is now more than who he was before, and, I figured, that’s good enough, right?” Tubbo smiles, turning the knob on his filtration contraption, and the golden liquid thins to a stop. He pulls off his gloves and pulls Tommy into an embrace. “Yeah. Good for him. And, y’know, hopefully he does alright. Financially.” “That’s what I said too. He was pleasant. Much more than I was expecting actually. Y’know, considering.”

Tubbo closes his eyes a moment, thinks back. “He was a good guy. Just- Just another victim of… of that place.” He gives Tommy a squeeze, “I believe it’s your turn to cook tonight, Big Man, and you’re late.” “Bloody hell,” Tommy pulls back. Standing behind Tubbo’s equipment, the light cast through the window is the rich colour of butterscotch, and Tommy looks like he’s been dipped in honey. His eyes, his hair, the buttons on his coat all shine gold. They share a wide smile, and Tubbo would bet his life Tommy’s thinking the same looking at him - that neither could go into the darkness without reaching out for the other.

Except he already did. And won.

[bonsai-maze]

Literally sobbing in the shower rn since I was bored and decided to watch Technoblade's goodbye for my friends who are dsmp fans. Since I myself am not a dsmp fan this was my first time seeing it. But goddamnit it I was crying 2 minutes in.

I know this might not mean much from a person whose never watched any dsmp vids (except Fundy a long time ago) and still knows nothing about it, but I just wanted to say rest in peace, Alex.

Technoblade never fucking dies 🕊️🗡️

[maigetheplatypus57]

Being a dsmp fan who joined post-prison break is like. my dsmpsona is a newcomer who just moved into snowchester. the other residents welcome me in and tell me stories. stories about its founder and his loving husband and adorable child (a founder whose husband is dead and child missing. a founder who is on a path of revenge while going through the stages of grief). stories of the founder's best friend, who has seen too much and gone through even worse and is doing what he can to hide from a recently escaped madman ("oh yeah, watch out for the man in the mask" they tell me, "he's bad news"). stories of a commune, in a snowy environment like ours, where a warrior and his friends reside (the ones who destroyed a beautiful country, they whisper, the reason why they held their breaths when he came poking around looking for a government). finally, they tell me stories of the beautiful country, one that rose and fell and rebuilt again until it was reduced to a hauntingly beautiful crater, overtaken by nature (they show me pictures of how it looked, before, and despite all of the pain and heartache that followed I longed to have joined the server a year before, to have walked through the crowded but cosy streets and reach out to the colorful lanterns and streamers above me).

I'm overwhelmed by the stories, amazed at what came before as I eagerly watch what comes after. Watch a newcomer like me attempt to find home while haunted by ghosts, watch one man's long trek to find forgiveness and closure, watch a dazzling city get blown up before I even finished hearing the stories around its birth, watch a goddess protect those she loves as it all comes crashing down in the end.

I sigh, looking at the fallout and devastation, and move on to other servers, but I will always remember the stories I listened to and the stories I saw for myself, and I smile as I find others who remain and hang onto those memories, as we rebuild once again.

[bleue-flora]

The tragic and glitched death of c!Dream’s parrot started his villain arc.

[charles-simmons]

Moving all my posted art from Instagram to Tumblr, part 20

This is from May, 2022. I wasn't a fan of Ghostboo at all (I was still hurting from cRanboo's death), but I liked drawing him

[theredcuyo]

Techno "I won't let My Best friend betray me in role play because that'll be too sad" blade

And Bad "I'll kill My Best friend on accident in role play and make him Say we're not Even Friends anymore just before that" boyhalo

Are two sides of the same coin and i'm SO utterly depressed again thinking about how they didn't get to make a story together

Sorry, just missing Techno hours again

[iiusia]

i love having insane fic ideas

[deyna-d]

Tommy has a sore throat and Techno cooks potatoes so he can breathe steam

[fatherrats]

EVERYONE SHUT UP IT UPDATED

[nomsfaultau]

y’all are going to have suuuch a fun time once MFR!bedrock bros becomes toxic too. Y’all have no idea.

[moriphyte]

every time i am reminded that the utah ending was planned in full i wanna bash my skull in like HOW. HOW DID YOU PLAN ALL THAT. A YEAR IN ADVANCE. AND STILL HAVE WILBUR LEAVE TOMMY ON THAT FUCKING BEACH.

[anarchy-and-piglins]

OKAY NO WAIT we can have one discourse post as a treat because I just realized something:

I love people who like c!Techno/are c!Techno sympathizers

I respect people who dislike c!Techno for the right reasons (because he’s certainly not a flawless character and has made mistakes that I understand can subjectively make him unlikable to people)

BUT as soon as somebody dislikes c!Techno because ‘he has no character development’/‘he never learned from his mistakes’/’he never faces narrative consequences for his actions’ I will automatically distrust them for showing a fundamental misunderstanding of c!Techno’s entire character that betrays they either haven’t watched his pov at all (most likely) or they have watched but their narrative analysis is just a new low

[bleue-flora]

Found a couple more instances when Tommy was right.

Tommy: "Aww, Dream's a good guy. Dream's a good guy."

Tommy: “Dream, the hero of the story. GOOD GUY DREAM. He has the Tommyinnit seal of approval.” Salutes “Awww, you know what, no, I’m with you chat - aww. Nice guy.”