#c!tubbo is just having the time of his life with this

[dsmp-lainey]

guys how do we feel about my personal dsmp ending rewrites:

-c!wilbur doesn’t just get to fuck back off to where he came from after doing all that damage (also it never made sense to me because how tf is he the child of death and an angel and living in UTAH?) instead he actually goes and finally kills dream (and probably dies in the process) so tommy can finally start to heal

-c!techno after rescuing micheal starts trying to convince phil to let him talk to kristin to make a deal. philza initially outright refuses but is worn down over time as techno pleads. through possession of phils body kristin is able to meet with techno, and at this time techno proposes a deal. techno will trade his life for ranboo to come back. Kristin agrees to this with some reluctance (knowing that philza will be heartbroken) and brings Ranboo back to life while taking Technos soul. Ranboo comes back and him, tubbo and micheal live happily ever after. Luckily kristin is able to pull some strings and combined with the magic already tied to technos soul, she is able to elevate him into becoming one of the non corporal gods of the world (like her, XD and drista are)

-like i said c!Beeduo gets their happily ever after, they move back into the snowchester mansion with micheal, tubbo apologizes to aimsey and asks her to move in with their little family, tommy lives with them at times but will never fully abandon his little embassy that survived everything. they all begin to heal.

-with the dissolution of the syndicate niki decides to move back to nearby lmanburg, they never try to repair the crater as it serves as a needed reminder of what has occurred. niki is firmly in favor of anarchy at this point but decides that she must also work to build community outside of country’s and sides. her and puffy get back together and build a nice cottage, niki builds a new bakery. many other members of the smp, most notably eret, join and live in the peaceful community

-fundys story ends the same, he finally leaves and finds a place free of his fathers mistakes and influence. he feels like he truly belongs for the first time in his life.

-for quackitys ending, i don’t hate the canon ending as i think it would make sense for the toxic lessons he taught slime to ultimately be his undoing (also bc that speech is amazing) but i think him and schlatt should get to be happy/at least at peace in the afterlife

-c!phil continues to live in technos house for several generations, watching the people he knew grow old and stories be lost to time. eventually he will move on to a new journey but ofc techno and kristin will be watching over him. this is the life of an eternal angel

anywayssss there’s some of my ideas feel free to ask if you have questions or want to add on :)

[sethdomain]

the narrative that c!tommy used c!techno is kind of diabolical tbh, people often forgot that c!tommy is fresh out of exile and doesn't consider the place that he's in.

He's running on pure instinct, fresh from suicide attempt and running from his abuser and the only one he can confide in is c!techno the criminal that destroyed his home country. Despite their history c!techno still took him in, but why? He could of just kick c!tommy from his house and let him run lose in the tundra of snow and let him survive on his own while c!drm sniff over his trails of footstep. But he took him in and protect him from the looming threat of his abuser.

And its sad, its very sad that even if c!Techno took c!Tommy in he used it as an opportunity. An opportunity to use c!Tommy as a pawn in his quest for anarchy. Now, you might be thinking, but c!techno took him in, take care of him and even defended c!tommy ,why are you painting him as this heartless villain that used an abused child for his own gains? Frankly, I try not to and maybe its also in the way i'am awful with articulating my words into something that make sense. I truly do not think c!Techno is heartless and his relationship with c!tommy does have a sincerity in it.

But I think my main point is that, there was a power imbalance between c!tommy and c!techno that people often overlooked. Like I said c!Tommy is fresh out of exile n traumatized n stuff and he's in a weaker position and his only hope in escaping his abuser is c!Techno since he is the only character thats is deadass near logstedshire and also one of the most powerful people in the esempi.

And also I just do not think painting an abuse survivor trying to find help as an act of... That, is a nice message you know 😁 haha- not to get real and get to the implication of stuff- but ahahaha, yk haha. ANYWAY.

I don't think c!techno is a heartless monster, like I said i think his relationship with c!tommy has sincerity within it. I think as time goes on, i think techno grew actual care toward tommy evidence by his interaction with tommy as time goes on growing more closer and affectionate and his strong reaction when tommy left him for tubbo.

But still, c!Techno treats tommy more of a pawn in his quest for anarchy, you also have to remember that he will send off c!tommy to his abuser again without a second though if c!drm used his favor. Of course, if you were in c!tommy place, why would you stay with a guy like that? He goes againts everything you stand for and you don't even know if you're safe with him. Maybe because he saved your life? Do you really owe him that much that you are willing to destroy your home and even fight your own best friend for him? Was it all transitional? Do I worth anything? Do I not matter as a living breathing human being? Am I not worth of safety?

I just wanna talk about my feeling about c!tommy and c!techno relationship in post-exile arc, because i think i find the narrative a bit icky if you are maybe a survivor of abusive relationship. I also wanna talk about the interesting bit of sincerity their relationship actually kind of have, that despite c!techno using c!tommy as pawn he does actually cares in the very end. Which is sad to think about

[enderwoah]

exploding into a thousand tiny little bits actually the red team is soooo pack bonded right now. they r blood brothers they did not commit ritualistic sacrafices just to not latch onto each other for life and become soulmates forever. i can only imagine. like.

phil, baghera, and jaiden give the rest of the team (that are present and willing; mainly charlie, cellbit, and foolish) a crash course on how to preen wings in case another bird isn't there to help. phil gets real sad sometimes when helping jaiden or baghera so they help 'preen' in other ways (pulling chunks of dirt/blood out of his hair and ear feathers when they see them, insisting on including him (and cellbit) in a """manicure night""" (they are just scraping the dirt from under their fingernails with their other fingernails/sticks and using rocks to file).

charlie takes requests on which team to hack into (because his code nonsense lets him switch frequencies and infiltrate the other teams' calls very easily) so people can spy on their other people. phil often asks to know what missa is up to. cellbit obviously asks about roier, and sometimes uses charlie as a middleman to pass messages to his guapito. baghera asks him to check on the other frenchies and often shouts at them through his mic when they're getting on her nerves. if anyone dares bring up her friendship with bbh and why she never asks of him she gives them a facefull of BOLAS??!? bbh slander.

carre is (jokingly) borderline worshipped whenever he wakes up. it becomes an instant confidence boost and is oftentimes the only time you see the entire team trying to gain percentages or kill other teams.

they spill entirely too many secrets to each other too casually. they are going to end the two weeks and some of them will know more about some of them than their spouses do. day one cellbit was admitting to murder and basically admitted to being a cannibal. it only gets worse.

they mostly take getting killed in stride unless it's by a) tubbo b) bbh or c) if someone decides to do it over and over again. BOLAS??!? hatred is unlike normal hatred. if they hate you you will feel unsafe going into the wilderness because They Will Just Lurk There in a group and jump you for no reason other than pettiness. charlie slimecicle literally ran across an entire island to chase bbh with no food no water and Mid tools and armour. for like five minutes. out of blind rage and spite.

can you tell i love red team im obsessed with them they are going to know each other on such a deep and intrinsic level in two weeks their romantic partners are literally going to get jealous. like. Nobody Will Have With Them What They Have With Each Other. its all completely platonic but they are soul bound. theyre gonna look at their hands irl and see like 5 pink strings of fate like bruh

[supernovaa-remnant]

Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Tommy has a dream about his past life

A short little season 2 c!primeboys-centric fic for this prompt:

“What’s up?” Dream asks, closing and latching the gate to their new chicken pen. “You look like you have something on your mind.” 

“I’ve been having weird dreams lately,” Tommy says. “A couple nights ago, I dreamt that Tubbo had nukes! Crazy, innit?” 

Dream laughs softly, and the sound is a bit airy with a hint of a wheeze, as though there’s something wrong with his lungs. Not that Tommy would be surprised if Dream had lung issues, but he’s never thought to ask. Maybe Dream just has a weird laugh. That wouldn’t be surprising, either—he’s a weird dude. Dream likes to say that Tommy’s equally as weird, but Tommy would like to refute that and say that he’s perfectly normal, thank you very much. 

“Tubbo with nukes sounds terrifying,” Dream says.

He throws a handful of wheat seeds into the pen and watches as their newly acquired chickens flock to them. 

Tommy thinks cows are cooler, personally, but they haven’t got the materials to rebuild their cow pen after Sapnap—the blaze hybrid they met a couple weeks ago—burnt it down accidentally. If you ask Tommy, he thinks it was less of an accident than Sapnap claims, but Dream just tells him he’s paranoid every time he calls Sapnap a wrong’un. Which, if Tommy might add, is very hypocritical considering Dream is the definition of paranoid. And skittish. Dream is very skittish; every time they talk to someone else, Dream looks like he’s ready to bolt if they so much as look at him wrong. 

Tommy’s the only exception to that, which is something he takes a lot of pride in. Well, technically, Dream’s just as comfortable with the snakes that follow him around, but Tommy’s fine with that. He’s the only person who Dream’s fully comfortable around, and it’s nice, makes him feel special. 

“You were in my dream last night,” Tommy finally says. He pauses and then scoffs. “Dreaming of Dream. Kinda sounds like a shitty pun.” 

Dream turns around to look at him, rolling his eyes playfully. “I’m not changing my name, Tommy,” he says. It’s something Tommy’s brought up many times before, mostly jokingly. 

“You sure? Maybe you should. It’s making this conversation too complicated.” 

Dream laughs again, shaking his head. It’s nice—sometimes, Tommy gets in his head about being too annoying, but Dream takes it all in stride. It does make Tommy feel a bit bad sometimes when he teases Dream a bit too far, since the poor bloke just takes it without retaliation, but Dream’s ability to go along with him is nice nonetheless. 

“So, I was in your dream last night,” Dream says. “What was it about?” 

Tommy swallows the lump in his throat. It wasn’t really a nice dream, though not quite a nightmare, either. Maybe if it had been a nightmare, it’d be easier to talk about. The two of them have enough nightmares that it’s become pretty normal to even just talk about the emotions the nightmares left. 

Tommy’s dream last night wasn’t a nightmare; it had just settled heavily in his mind this morning, that’s all. 

“You were sad because we weren’t friends,” Tommy says, trying to phrase it in the most lighthearted way possible. “Throwing a proper tantrum over it and everything.” 

Maybe that’s not entirely true. All Tommy really got from the dream was this downright awful sense of hopelessness, which was really clashing with the look of fragile hope on Dream’s face. It made him feel guilty, and a bit regretful. Not a fun time.

“Aw, Tommy,” Dream smiles, “that’s a cute dream.” 

“Is it?” Tommy frowns. “But it was all sad and shit.” 

“I just think it shows that you value our friendship. It’s sweet,” Dream says. “And, for the record, I would be sad if we weren’t friends.” 

“Course you would be. I’m awesome,” Tommy says, but he mumbles it. It’s really hard to get into a teasing mood when Dream is just so genuine all the time. 

“Well, what about you?” Dream asks. “Were you sad we weren’t friends in the dream?” 

In the dream, it had felt like the entire fucking world was ending, but all Tommy could think about in the morning was the regret of not befriending Dream. Considering he can still feel the weight in his chest now, he’d say he was pretty upset about it in the dream. 

“Eh,” Tommy says instead, shrugging. “I guess I was a bit bummed.” 

Dream snorts. “Okay, Tommy. Whatever you say.” 

Tommy huffs and crosses his arms. Whatever. He is friends with Dream, so the dream he had last night doesn’t really matter, and there’s no use dwelling on it. Like most of the dreams he has, it will probably just fade to the back of his mind eventually, even if it had stubbornly lingered all the way to this afternoon. He’ll forget about it soon enough, anyway. 

Besides, Tommy has more important things to think about, like what wood they should use when they make a new cow pen, and whether or not it'd be a bad idea to accept Tubbo's dinner invitation considering Dream's whole thing with other people.

"Tommy?" Dream calls. "You know, if the dream upset you, you can always talk about it more."

There Dream goes again, being so genuine. It's almost sickening. It's mostly really comforting, though, and soft like the sweater Dream had knit for him.

Tommy shrugs. "I'm fine," he says. "It was just a dream, anyway."

[mossrockpog]

Dsmp memes i made a while back and forgot to post, ID included

The swear word (there was only one) is censored because I cannot swear for religious reasons and thus can't type it

[ID: DSMP characters edited to be text posts.

Post 1:

C!Philza: He actually turned his life around

C!Quackity (Butchers Army): That's a shame I hope he relapses and dies. Right now.

Post 2:

C!Wilbur: I don't trust birds. frickin hollow bones. suspicious. what are you hiding in there

Post 3:

A yelp review with 4 stars.

C!Georgenotfound: Nice restaurant. Very attentive staff only deducted a star as there was a man murdered beside me towards the end of my meal

Post 4:

C!Badboyhalo, with his egg arc skin: the horrors are returning everyone!!!! clap if you're excited for the horrors

C!Badboyhalo, with his normal skin: (weakly) did everyone have fun at the horrors

Post 5:

(A Twitter post. The display name is "hamilton kinnie" and the @ is lmanbur.) Gimme a pen paper and 3 adderall I'll rewrite the constitution myself

Post 6:

(A series of spammed text messages.)

C!Tubbo: Do it and you're cool (Repeated 3 times.)

C!Tommy: DO IT AND YOU'RE COOLLLLLL

C!Ranboo: THIS IS PEER PRESSURE (Repeated 6 times.)

Post 7:

(A Twitter post. The display name is "subscribe to technoblade" and the @ is technoblade.)

C!Technoblade: im not former gifted student. i am still gifted. put me in a fourth grade class i'll annihilate them all like i did the first time

Post 8:

(A reddit post. C!Quackity's disheveled post-Slimecicle's death skin is pictured beside the post.)

(Post title) MY INTENTIONS ARE GOOD IM TRYING !!! !!! !!! !!!

(Post text) Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Post 9:

(A Twitter post. The display name is "newest syndicate member ig" and the @ is c!connor.)

C!Connoreatspants: honestly i dont even play an active role in my life.. stuff just happens and im like oh is this what we're doing now ok

Post 10:

Slimecicle: Not wearing glasses anymore. I've seen enough

/end ID.]

[gogyismydaddy]

just watched the dream smp lore in 2024 stream everyone's been talking about

i have so many feelings, mostly nostalgia. i never watched any of the proper dream smp endings so i kind of felt like that chapter of my life didn't have proper closure either, to this day i still really really miss l'manberg and how good everything was before c!wilbur went insane. but seeing jack's stream and seeing the state of l'manberg with all the vines and stuff.... i feel like i can put that longing to rest.

it was also nice to see where the clingyduo had gone after everything. c!tommy just living a peaceful life, c!tubbo selling honey off his bees. they were really the only people i cared about throughout the dream smp and it feels so nice to know they're doing well now. its like watching a really sad show but it ends with a time skip to where all the protags are living their best life :') not everyone got their happy ending, but atleast i know clingyduo did and thats all that matters to me.

[stemms]

During his lonesome time in exile, c!Tommy began to associate the moon with certain people from his life. After all, how could he not, if he was left all alone most of the time?

The moon was the only thing that never left him, regardless of his behaviour. It was always up in the night sky, silently observing and listening to him — his laughter, his desperate cries for help, his jokes, his screams of agony, his banter with c!Dream, his sobbing…

And just like any God, it never tried to save him.

He was irreparable, as c!Dream often said.

Yet, despite that, the man never left him alone for too long.

And even when c!Tommy didn’t deserve it, he was there to comfort him.

He was always there for him.

He was his friend, wasn’t he?

Surely, he’d never abandon him, like his friends did.

At first, c!Tommy associated the moon with the sight of c!Dream’s pure white, eerie mask, almost glowing in the dark as he silently approached the teen, the fury unmistakable in his posture. So, every time the blond looked at the moon, he’d feel his breath hitch, flinch for seemingly no reason, and feel the urge to hide.

But he was still in the company of the moon alone.

Because c!Tommy hated the idea of remembering the green bastard every time he saw the moon, he attempted to find another association, and kind of reclaim it. It took him quite a while, but one day, as c!Tommy desperately swam toward the beach after sleepwalking into the ocean again, he caught a brief glimpse of the still present moon, and found it.

L’Manberg. His friends. His home.

They’re all so close, yet so far away, just like the moon.

If only it could hear his desperate pleas, and take him away from here…

He missed his friends, so desperately. But he already had a new one, didn’t he?

Sometimes, when c!Tommy looked at his ‘Your Tubbo’ compass, it felt like gazing at the moon again — a comforting feeling. Whenever he looked at the moon, he couldn’t help but wonder if c!Tubbo was doing the same, thinking of him.

However, after the Beach Party, everything changed. The thought of seeing the reflection of c!Tubbo in the moon now broke his heart; it was too much to bear.

What kind of a friend would exile and abandon his friend?

Did he ever care?

…He betrayed him, it was clear.

Suddenly, c!Tommy wished to see c!Dream’s mask again, instead of that traitor his best friend. Everything was so much easier with c!Dream- at least, when he was good for him. They’d laugh, have playful banters, go mining, and simply bond together. It almost seemed to be perfect.

After all, c!Dream cares, and would never lie, or abandon him.

Sure, his rules are tough, but if c!Tommy does everything perfectly- if he’s Good Enough, he’ll never be alone again.

If he’s hurt, maybe he simply… deserves it?

[twilight-skies]

A copy of my liveblog on discord through the entire DSMP portion of Jack’s stream. If you can’t watch it, this give you the gist, and every piece of lore.

Okay I’m ready

Jacks getting himself into lore mode

“Wiki updaters get ready. Play some jump in the cadillac”

Surreal

Okay he just got distracted by a tweet apparently rosanna pansino is siccing the FBI on mr beast

It’s happening

HES IN PANDORAS VAULT

elder guardian jumpscare

My god the last time I saw this room technoblade was streaming

Disclaimer I was not interested at all in jacks pov so I will not be understanding any references to his own lore. Manishroom. Appears to hold emotional weight

“Wonder where all my friends are (opens tab) ……..oh. Guess I’m here alone.”

“Legitimately emotional. God this is so fuckin’ stupid bro…..I actually got sad. Toby gave me this mushroom on [my] very first day [on the server]”

Calls joining the dsmp as the beginning of the career he has now (affectionately)

Does not know how he got in this prison or how to get out. Trying to remember Sam’s secrets /hj

HES CALLING TOMMY OJ THE PHONE FOR HELP. Tommy is in the bathroom

The phone at the mic. We’re truly back

Jack lost a bet to Tubbo (You Laugh, You Loose) and that’s why he’s on the server now

Surprised that it survives intact to this day. “So I’m actually uh. Trapped in the prison. And I think [Tommy] had OP— not to spoil the illusion”

Tommy never sucked up enough for OP. He was a true bad boy

“Fuck me, man” -Tommy realizing he’s gotta log on to the dsmp

“It’s like looking a dead child in the eyes” -tommy

“Yeah I expected to laugh at that dead child! And now here I am feeling real remorse” -jack

“Oh, christ…….” -tommy getting on

Jack very nearly leaked the dream smp IP in the year of our lord 2024

Tommy was in fact getting ready for bed and has been thrust back into the horrors of his OC

I can’t tell if this horrid audio lag is legit or intentional for lore. The dsmp streamers have returned to gaslighting— oh no it’s legit he’s trying to fix it lmao

Tommy does not have OP on the dsmp but Toby does

Jack is ringing toby

Toby is not picking up

Near leak number 2

TUBBO ACQUIRED

Toby is coming

The DSMP remains a viewer spawnrate hack

The prison has been broken for ages

TUBBO ONLINE

“Everyone’s logging on to break me outta the prison. I gotta put on my lore music”

He has initiated his lore music

Toby is experiencing technical difficulties

Best lore stream ever

Discussing the ending. Mixed feelings on it

This server is so laggy

It will not let Tubbo in

Jack is mortified at pinging the DSMP discord server. However he is threatening to dm badboyhalo to get out of this place

TUBBO LOST HIS OP

toby has departed.

Bad is busy. Jack is dming a secret server operator guy that he hasn’t talked to in years

“We can at this point only pray”

“Get Phil do it” -chat

Jack is refusing. I would die. WAIT HE IS

SECRET GUY PULLED THROUGH

HE HAS BEEN TELEPORTED

WE ARE BACK

Man. The random messes in the sky…..

“IT WAS COOL?!” Jack seeing Las Nevadas

The lag is insane

I’m not being dramatic this is literally the first time I’ve ever seen the inside of the casino

Tommy has rejoined

I think they’re entering lore mode

It’s begun

Jack has canonically been alone at the casino this entire time

“We can make it canon that I’ve been here the whole time” -jack

“Chat, L’Manburg doesn’t exist anymore. We can’t go back there. Now let’s win big” -jack

He has semi broken the roulette wheel. He freaks out, like man who’s lived his life in solitude at that table for years. He walks outside. He gasps,

“Is that…t-t-t-tommy?” -c!jack

c!tommy has arrived.

c!tommy is asking “seriously, what happened”

c!jack is having him fix the wheel

All Jack cares about is the wheel. You can practically hear Tommy. They (characters) are back

He’s following tommy somewhere

“I have a house. It’s nice.” -c!tommy

c!Jack knows he could just take the money but he’s been surviving off the thrill of gambling

c!Tommy moved far away from the central zone. Brings back too much. Feels unreal seeing it again

“Joy, fun, sadness, pain, too much of it all” -c!tommy

They’re approaching the community house.

Oh my god

Are they going where I think they’re going

I know this path

I’m going to explode. Jack doesn’t know where they are

c!tommy doesn’t live here

“No. Oh god, no” - c!tommy at the idea of living here

HE COMES HERE A LOT THOUGH

Sidenote what’s crazy is the server remaining intact yet abandoned and tommy just living here in peace, with everyone just gone and jack being surprised to see him here, fits perfectly with my own headcanon of what happened to the group in the end

c!Jack jokes about buying c!techno’s house. Is told it’s techno’s house. Immediately, comedically, backtracks

c!Technoblade doesn’t even live here but c!jack knows to still put respect on that man’s name

He calls techno living here ‘cultural significance’ this is hilarious from a character pov

he looked at the compound and types “o7”

tommy just sure here outside the fence and sits here “as long as he needs to. Sometimes minutes, sometimes hours”

This is making me ill in every context including that of my headcanons

It appears tommy was for retconning the nuke but jack would rather keep it

Jack’s officially called it the epilogue

The nether……

Hes realized his mistake of sprinting on the prime path. Everyones subbing

Bench spotted

SNOWCHESTER.

Reminiscing in his old house

Looked through the nuke lab. Chat is screaming because he didn’t check on Micheal (guys he’s with his honey-vendor dad of course)

Walking through the battlefield of the prison escape. Like he’s trying to murder me

………

Disregard that. Death begins now.

“There it is! The first place I was a part of. Then technoblade nuked it”

“And now I’m here. And this is the ruin.”

To paraphrase: he really came here expecting to make fun; he’s thought of the smp as something behind him, and it is. He came here to have a laugh but it’s…nice. This arc is finally, fully closed. He is planting the Manishroom, the one thing he’s maintained since day 1, in his original L’Manburg house.

“God just— picking through ruins to make this. So…poetic”

“Not even a lore-bit, this just feels like a nice way to close it out. That feels important to me. Thank you for being here,”

“I always felt like part of the [dsmp] group. Now I feel like my own guy. Really is a new arc”

“I didn’t like letting go of the mushroom. Felt like I wanted to cling on to it forever. But I feel like this was the right thing to do.”

Some more personal reminiscing at the end

Returning to the roulette wheel at Las Nevadas; c!Jack Manifold’s final resting place. Getting that big win; all in on red!

[silverblade87]

Things from the Dsmp Era i remember as someone who wasn't a part of the fandom back then

Context: i remember in 2020-2021 i really wanted to be part of the fandom but i had no idea where to start and my english wasn't one of the greatest at the time, but i did watch some things about it and this is most of what i remember

C!tntduo animatic on tiktok of them threatening each other

Clip of tommy asking tubbo how he felt about people people shipping them, tommy was like "i dont mind it" & tubbo was like "Fuck No"

C!wilbur. He was literally everywhere

The tommy lesbian incident (i was on his side (i think))

Clip of gnf calling dream's mom or something?? and telling her he's his boyfriend

Animation of them singing and passing the phone to each other idk how to describe it

I remember seeing a lot of Ranboo's tiktoks

Dude i just checked and for some reason i had save two sad-ist animatics on my phone?? I did not remember this holy shit (Dream SMP War & Dawn of 16th)

I also apparently saved the "Centuries" animatic by the real squiddo, which i also have no memory of doing

This screenshot i dont have the context of:

Tommyinnit gacha life au where he was a god or some shit

And for the last but not the least: watching some manhunt videos for 10 seconds and then stopping because they were really boring (i thought the manhunt videos were the actual dream smp and was like How The Fuck Do You People Enjoy This Shit)

[icebear4president]

Simply c!Tommy finally learning how to move on

Fic under cut!

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There's a candle on Tommy's desk. A reminder of everything that's happened, a way too never forget the memories he holds dear to him. The flame has never been put out or let get too low.

Because the moment it does, it means he's let everything go, let those memories become faded until they disappear completely.

Maybe one day he'll be able to let it all go, let himself become lost to time as well. Maybe he can finally be satisfied, letting go of the past, step back and let himself become nothing more than a faded memory.

And he's not sure he's ready for that yet, to move away from all he's loved and fought for. To let go of the last of his attachments he's held onto so closely for far too long.

So, the flame continues to burn on that desk, flickering but refusing to go out completely.

If someone had told Tommy he would be having a heart to heart talk with Jack Manifold of all people, he would have laughed in your face.

But here he was, leaning against the fence of his property, looking out at the rolling hills and the sky so blue it hurt to look at for too long. It was beautiful, really, and it was sad that everyone was too worried about war and power to actually enjoy what they had.

What they could have kept if they took the time to take the time to breath, and smile, and look into the distance.

It was just him, Jack, and Tubbo now. Everyone had moved on with their lives, leaving them tied to this place. But he thinks he can finally form a friendship with Jack, bond over their love for this place.

Maybe in the end, the three of them can finally be happy.

Happy.

Jack's words played on repeat in Tommy's mind. Was he happy? Could he be happy? He never believed happiness was possible for someone like him.

He couldn't even remember the last time he was truly happy. Except, Jack set a spark of hope in chest. Maybe he CAN be happy. All he had to do was believe he deserved it.

…Okay, maybe that'll be harder than he thought.

Maybe if he turns around, he finally move on from the beautiful land he held onto so dearly.

Mareep was laying her head on Tommy's knee while he petted her absentmindedly, staring at the candle on his desk. He found the sheep on accident, bloodied and stuck in a bush while he was working his fields.

It wasn't as if he could just leave her there. He would take care of her, than let her be on her way.

Well, it's been three months and she's healed all the way now, yet she sleeps at the edge of Tommy's bed and he brings her with him everywhere. Not because the thought of her all alone and scared makes him want to cry.

Definitely not.

Mareep baas softly and he smiles, scratching under her chin. It's funny, how he hasn't thought of Friend, or Henry, or Shroud since she's been here.

Maybe it's time for him to let go of them as well.

His old uniform was packed away carefully in one of his chests. He took it out, letting his thumbs rub against the starchy fabric, tracing the patches and medallions on the front. The dark blue was almost faded into a dull gray now, but it was the same as he remembered.

Tommy couldn't help but smile at the memory of him getting angry that it was too big for him. The sleeves had to be rolled up and it was baggy to the point of making it hard to move in. After he was revived he tried to put it back on.

…It wouldn't fit no matter how much he tugged on it. How ironic it once too big for him no longer fit. He had fallen to his knees and screamed. For the life that he could never go back to and a childhood he never had.

And that was the point wasn't it? A child shouldn't be wearing a uniform in the first place. It didn't fit because he was never supposed to wear it.

Tucking the uniform under his arm, Tommy left his home, waking down the Prime Path and admiring the flowers that grew along it. He had spent many a hours to get them to grow perfectly.

Before he knew it, he was back to the place that started it all. The greatest part of his life as well as one of the worst parts.

Tommy is a part of L'manburg. Wilbur once told him it was made in his visage, it was an extension of him. He couldn't leave it behind once and for all because it was so much of his life. The idea of L'Manburg persisted throughout all his life.

He closed his eyes and tilted his face to the sky, feeling the wind blowing around him and the sunlight warming his skin.

If he let himself imagine, he hear the cheerful voices of his friends, his countrymen, the voices of people who had nothing and everything to lose.

Opening them again, he placed his carefully folded uniform on the grass. One last time he stood in front of the crater of the most beautiful country ever created in his mind. This country built him to who he was today. And he was thankful for that.

A tear slipped down his cheek, followed by another, until he was silently crying, but he made no move to wipe them away.

Raising his right hand to his forehead, he saluted his country one last time.

"Thank you, L'manburg. For everything."

Maybe now it was time to cut that last remaining thread holding him back.

What does it mean to be human?

Humans are cruel and greedy, who backstab for their own gain. We swear up and down we're the ones who are different, we're the good guys. But when do the lines between right and wrong, good and evil, began to blur together?

Does a forsaken soldier think he's in the right, destroying everything he's worked for just to die in the end? Does a anarchist feel regret for spilling the blood of children to prove his point?

What about the man who claims to be a god, that everything he does is for the greater good, no matter who gets hurt in his climb to power?

What about that kid who broke everything he touched? Who screamed for help but no one cared enough to come?

Who wanted to be saved, but was too much trouble to handle, too unlovable. Who foolishly thought in death he would finally be mourned, but who would mourn a monster?

Be honest. If you had to give up your life for someone you loved, you would still hesitate, wouldn't you? Self-preservation or some shit like that.

You're not the hero, no one is. Heroes don't exist here. Everyone wants something to gain in return: fame, love, power, a long-lasting legacy.

It’s fucked up actually.

But humans are also resilient. We scream, we cry, we break, but we still stumble forward, blood on our faces and eyes alight with determination. We have to tear ourselves down completely to finally begin to heal.

We aren't monsters for wanting to survive. You'll need to realize the Sun won't come out for you on a cloudy day; you just have to square your shoulders and keep moving forward without it.

We aren't monsters for wanting to survive. You'll need to realize the Sun won't come out for you on a cloudy day; you just have to square your shoulders and keep moving forward without it.

And if you find yourself on that Tower or staring into the lava, remember that there's something, someone, out there worth living for. And if not? Live for yourself.

The Sun will be there to shine again some day. You just have to make sure you're there to see it.

Continue to love after you've lost everything, continue looking for hope when there's none in sight.

I don't think I'll ever be truly happy; I've been shattered far too many times for that to be possible. I've clawed myself up from the darkness, that spark still ignited in my chest.

I've loved and I've lost, been used and discarded. But I also smiled and laughed, made memories I'll never forget. I'll always be grateful for that.

This isn't goodbye, my story hasn't ended yet. I will keep moving forward and learn not to look back. Maybe happiness is too far from my reach, but I will still LIVE. Live for myself and those around me. Never let myself give up.

Maybe that’s what makes me truly human.

See ya later,

Tommy

Tommy placed downed his pen, stretching. Well, he's said his silly little words and wrote down his silly little feelings. And that was good enough.

He folded up the letter, placing it beneath the candle holder and shrugged on his carrier bag. He hesitated, watching the flame that still danced in the darkness.

Maybe it was time for Tommy to finally start to become a faded memory as well. He smiled at the thought.

He blew out the candle for the final time.

[sqwdkllr]

7 hours late but I NEED you to elaborate on triple a battery c!philza. I need it like water, please, I'm dying

HAHA !! You are good luck my friend !! I am writing a long post about my reasoning on why I read him as agender aroace but have this small portion of my reasoning for now. I’ll post a full in-depth version later !

What do we even call him?? C!phil? Q!phil? Ae!phil? Hc!phil???? Head explodes 💥

One of the first instances where i hc that he may be aroace was when q!phil was conversing with q!tubbo about his relationship issues with Fred. Now why is this important ? Because when Fred has written a confession note about how much q!tubbo had changed their life for the better and it had many moments it could have been read with underlying romantic subtext, q!phil did not read it this way.

While to q!tubbo and many other allo viewers saw the note and understood that this could be an opening to a potential romantic relationship, q!phil does not stop rebutting with “friends can do this too”

And he’s not exactly wrong in his perspective ! Anything labeled as “romantic” can technically be platonic as well, context is just all that matters in his eyes. Just look at his relationship with q!fit where it is heavily implied they have slept together multiple times in the past but it is never stated they were anything more than friends during it.

Q!phil has a very different perspective in what he views as romantic and platonic relationships.

Anyways that’s just a snippet of what I think anyways haha or else I’m gonna ramble all night before I finish my post. There’s way more I wanna talk about this is only the tip of the iceberg. If any other aroace crows wanna pitch in or just non aroace ppl in general !! FEEL FREE !! I’d love to hear what you all have to say ☝️I am an open book kind of guy about my own experiences

[piningpebbles]

i unapologetically love the dream smp. it was never a phase to me (which i always thought felt so dismissive to label it as anyways when really it's no different than having any other interest that got really popular for a time) it was just a story that i loved seeing come together with all these different characters' perspectives and you could just jump in to any of them and step into an entirely different view of the world that you'd thought you'd fully understood already.

november 16th wasn't just incredible because you got to see c!wilbur fall apart and blow up l'manburg. it was also being able to look through c!tommy's eyes and see him try to show c!wil that it could still be saved, and c!phil and seeing c!wil and taking his life, and c!techno seeing the new government form and not going down without a fight, and c!niki finding the tnt but not telling anyone, and c!fundy taking schlatt's sword after enduring everything he put him through, and c!tubbo being left 'president of a crater', and c!quackity asking for c!wilbur seconds before the explosion sent him flying into the air, and c!jack being being killed by c!wilbur and no one noticing amidst all the chaos, and so many other captivating points of view that were all happening at the same time and you got to watch it all unfold and know that the story was just beginning.

it sunk it's teeth into me and i'm still not over it. it had its flaws but i still love it. happy november 16th.

[mew2late]

long rant abt c pumpkin & (some) tnt duo

(cw/tw: loads of abuse mention)

screams and shakes around like that one halloween animatronic … u know the one …

like this is how i feel when i think abt tnt duo. in my mind its always been one sided… like they can never actually MUTUALLY like each other. it’s such a disheartening feeling/experience. never being able to recognize their own feelings or the other person’s.

I could rant abt Quackity’s relationships for genuinely fucking ever. I genuinely believe that Q and Wil are so incompatible and are gen only able to quote unquote be together when their lives are in ruins. They can only find solace in each other when they’re amidst chaos or their own downfall like it’s a fucking joke. BUT NOT WHEN THEIR LIVES ARE GOOD! They have no interest in one another when they’re being fulfilled in some other way. They’re genuinely ALWAYS each other’s last resorts and I will DIE ON THAT HILL.

Don’t even get me STARTED with pumpkin duo i will fucking **** ****** trying to verbally articulate the sheer complexity of their dynamic and why I will always be a pumpkin duo truther. I will always have a deep craving for a Schlatt revival and an actual redemption arc. I think so many ppl get caught up in this fanon central caricature of him. Like why make him one note evil villain 😈 😈😈 when you can have a complex and even at times conflicting character.

Schlatt gets infinitely more interesting when you actually delve into his relationships and his actions taken all throughout the server. Everything is meticulously planned even the mistreatment of everybody in his cabinet excluding a few ppl. Do I think he knew/was prepared for just how bad it eventually got? No clue.

Abuse is made up of the “good” and bad, they require each other to keep the victim not only afraid but dependent. Life is pretty easy when you have ppl at your beck and call. I always imagine what Tubbo could’ve ended up being if he hadn’t had an out in the form of Tommy/their relationship. My beloveds fr..

Back to /srs rant lmao. Does nobody think abt just how hard it must’ve been for Q to try and get out from underneath that. Knowing that he doesn’t like the way Schlatt treats him, that he isn’t respected or seen as a person most of the time, yet he has no choice but to try and survive bc nobody else has his back atm—because they physically can’t .

Then there’s the trauma bonding.

For the ppl that don’t know a trauma bond is the (unfortunate) relationship formed between an abuser and their victim . There is no mutual bond or equal/leveled ground in that bond. It’s basically getting attached to your abuser and the abuse they inflict on you.

Smthin smthin… self harm addiction smthin smthin…

I wish more people highlighted the importance and actual existence of Quackity’s dependence on Schlatt because that’s what J wanted. Do I think he MEANT to do that? That he went in with the intention of breaking Quackity into submission/compliance, forming a twisted relationship/bond that graduated into a mutual enabling? Doesn’t matter because he managed it anyways.

Schlatt’s brutal existence says everything we need to know about him internally. Like it’s amazing the way his facade slowly faded away as he lost autonomy bc of his alcoholism and that people started treating him as such. Like. He was playing with his cards showing LITERALLY.

… and that’s where i’ll leave this bc my brain is actually cooked and this probably didn’t make sense anyways LMAO

[temporarytemporal]

Another collection of thoughts about mcyt characters as celestial bodies but with c!benchtrio this time instead of life series winners.

Tommy - Earth: The Earth is full of harsh and biting creatures and conditions, but if you look closer you’ll see the things sweet and beautiful hidden underneath. He has a great appreciation for all nature, even the misunderstood parts. Many of the ones who have claimed to love him have hurt him; whether it be intentionally through obsessive hatred or accidentally through ignorance, it hurts all the same. Despite experiencing death and suffering over and over again, the Earth remains resilient and still chooses to love and to live.

Ranboo - Moon: The Moon is split in two, a balance of half light and half dark. While the Sun and Earth are familiar with their brighter side, no one's really explored the Moon’s more mysterious side. They often forget themself as they wane into their unknown half where people know they’re there but can’t fully see them until they wax back to their full self. Though these two sides might seem to be at war with each other, neither side can live without the other, and they’re ultimately both still a part of the Moon.

Tubbo - Sun: The Sun burns brightly, even in a void of nothing. He leads the universe as its greatest source of energy, bringing light to a whole world of creativity and innovation. While it may seem like the Sun is a constant, a simple indestructible law of nature, the truth is the Sun does struggle. He’s weighed down with a responsibility he never asked for but carries out nonetheless, and he too will burn out one day. After all, the Sun is just another star. But it’s the proximity that makes the bond between the Sun, the Earth, and the Moon so special.

Their bond: The Sun shines on the Earth and the Moon, bringing them together despite everything else. Though each body could not imagine existing without the others, there was a point when the Earth disliked the Moon. How could he not when they eclipsed his beloved Sun from him? The Earth can’t live without the Sun! But as the Earth watched the Moon pull the tides of his oceans and dimly light up his night sky, the Earth did what he does best and came to see the beauty in the Moon too.

[patxhwrk]

greetings. could u write a little imagine thing for ethoslab? watcher!reader or dsmp!reader thanks! preferably male reader. take ur time if u do write it. stay hydrated.

my fuck this is such a good idea thank you anon for being so smart

anyways dsmp reader with angst sorry about that

completely forgot u asked for an imagine so have a whole fic instead. I might write a seperate imagine for this one too tho

-ˋˏ✄— Bubbling Memories

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Ethoslab x Male! DSMP! Reader

Pronouns: he/him

"You're more home to me than any house is."

.navigation. // .hermitcraft & empires smp masterlist.

CW!!

—Mentions of character death

—Implications of self-harm & attempt su*c*de

—Blood

—Derealization(?)

Every second spent in that lawless server—ironic, considering it had been laws that started wars—was spent in the echoes of left behind misery. There was never silence in that world. If you managed to stumble upon even a sliver of quaint and quiet, you would find that it would have been better to have the ear piercing noise.

Y/n was lucky enough to have been left with one life. The last thing he remembered from the old server was the sorrowful eyes of his friends waving goodbye as he left. The portal—it vaguely reminded him of a nether portal if it was pink—shrunk as Tubbo's and Ranboo's backs turned to leave.

He hugged the blue stained yellow sweater closer to himself as he turned towards the new server—his new server—as the habitants greeted him with warmed welcome arms.

He was half afraid of building something that took effort. But one reassuring conversation with Xisuma—the man somewhat resembled Dream. Why was his mask fucking green?—coaxed him into building one of the biggest and best things he had ever created in his life. Well, it was just an "improved" Logstedshire, but it was the thought that counts, right? Building it reminded him of the time he spent with his brothers—though one had been a ghost, it was fine. He even put a bell where he and Tommy would—!

His hands stopped swinging the bell.

Tommy was dead. His younger brother had visited Dream in the prison where he was left to die. And he left his brother because he was too much of a pussy to confront the same man who had tormented him until he had a knife barely glazing at the skin of his throat.

He shook his head, running his hands through the mop he called hair as the bell ringed a final time. It silenced before it stilled. And then Y/n left his base.

Voices rang in his ear—was it his?—as he scolded himself for building something that gave him so much horrible memories more than the good ones. Why can't be just be like Ghostbur? Forgetful of the sorrows and always looking at the sun even through dark clouds.

His arms found comfort in himself, wrapping around each other as his nails dug into the skin under the yellow sweater. Wilbur wouldn't mind if he stained it, right? Wilbur would reassure him that it was fine, he was fine, it was all fine. And then he'd take the sweater and wash it. Because Wilbur was a good big brother.

No, Wilbur's dead. His brother was long dead before Philza killed him. Ghostbur wasn't like Wilbur, either.

He walked aimlessly around the server. He would have reminded himself of Ranboo's enderwalking state if he was in his own head. He watched as he passed by builds, ignoring the calls of concerned friends—friends? He had friends now?—as his feet brought him further and further from the build that he longed to blow up. Longed to tear into shreds bare handed as the memories of a pain long buried but never forgotten bubbled back to his head. Longed to feel the blood coat his fingers as his fists crashed through the shards of glass that showed the reflections of himself—a man who was too much of a coward to save his little brother. Too much of a coward to stop his father from killing the brother he looked up to. Too much of a fucking coward to just shove the knife through his chest, in the same place the sword dyed the sweater blue.

He longed to let his hands, his arms, his whole body fucking hurt. The seating hot pain that followed, the ache, the numbness, before it disappeared and he'd wake up with one less life left.

A hand was placed on his wrists. Cold, it was so fucking cold, as it pulled his shaking hands away from the yellow—now red stained sleeves—sweater.

It jolted him awake. Whether it was the cold, the tug of his arms, the way his voice called to him, or his concerned eyes searching for something—just something—in Y/n's unfocused stare.

"Y/n, hey," Etho's voice was gentle. He was patient as he tried to bring Y/n's eyes to his own. "Hey, hey, I'm here."

"I—Etho?" Y/n's voice was barely above a whisper, almost inaudible to Etho if he hadn't been paying close attention to him. "What—?"

Etho's arms wrapped around his midsection, pressing him against himself as his hand raised to hold Y/n's head gently. "Thank void you're okay."

Hesitantly, Y/n wrapped his arms around Etho's neck. He hadn't realized his legs were shaking until his whole weight was leaned against him. But Etho didn't complain, he was strong enough to carry Y/n if he ever needed. And he did now.

Y/n sniffled. He didn't stop the tears flowing out of his eyes as he buried his head on Etho's shoulder. And Etho let him. He buried his head on his hair as Y/n's whole body shook.

Pressing a feather light kiss on the crown of his head, Etho whispered in the quiet forest. "It's okay, you can cry. But it is never your fault. None of it is."

Y/n's eyes searched the distance, and he realized just how far he walked when he spotted the world border a distance away. He sniffled and hiccuped as Etho gently and patiently combed through his hair.

He shook off his thoughts before it could remind him of a memory long past and buried himself further into Etho's clothes. It smelled like redstone, and the glowing red dust was enough to tell Y/n that he was working on a project before hand.

"Let's get you home, shall we?"

"No, not my place. Please don't bring me back there, not again."

Etho nodded. The pain in Y/n's voice stung his heart, and he knew he had to make him feel better. He kneeled down for a short second just to hook his arms under Y/n's knees and bring him up to carry him easier. Y/n's head still nested on his shoulder as he took off to the direction of his own base.

"My place, then."

"You don't have a proper base yet, Etho." Etho felt the upwards tug of his lips. His eyes glanced down to Y/n's whose reddened eyes watched the path they took.

"Hey, it's a home to me and it'll be a home to you!" He laughed to lighten the mood. Y/n's quiet chuckles followed after him and he smiled down at him.

"Thank you, Etho."

"Anytime, sweetheart."

Y/n could take down improved Logstedshire when he felt better. Then, he wouldn't have to do it bare handed. Or alone, he reminded himself, as his eyes found dual coloured eyes.

Right now, he was just content to be with Etho.

—PATCHWRK !

[qtubbo]

Those doozers are going to flip when they hear q!foolish and q!tubbo have canonically kissed each other. Or that fooligeta have a bigger age gap than foolbo does. Or that foolish and tubbo met when tubbo was 18. Or that c!tubbo was canonically in a romantic relationship for the majority of the dsmp’s run. Or that tubbo makes frequent jokes about shipping his roleplay characters. I could go on.

It is crazyy, though Foolish did meet Tubbo when he was 17 but he barely knew him then and has known Tubbo for much longer as an adult. Tubbo flirts with half the men on the server, makes sexual jokes with Foolish constantly, and so so much more. CBeeduo will forever be considered just besties that life with each other, raise a child together, and kiss can’t even be a qpr by these people till the end of time.