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stimboard for : egg!tommy (qsmp au) with bandanas, food/stew, dirt/gardening, and bandages featuring a requested doodle from @motoroil-recs requested by 🥚egg tommy

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[theclaravoyant]

teach me how to make tiramisu ~ Buck & Bobby - 7x9/10 fic

"Your work is not done." Buck gets a call in the middle of the night. A reflection through food.

AN ~ yall I am sooooo not ready (but also, bring it on <3)

MAJOR 7x09 SPOILERS and some 7x10 promo used for inspiration. Canon Compliant up to the end of 7x09 including references to Bobby's implied suicidality. Angst, hurt/comfort.

Relationships: Buck & Bobby, background bathena, bucktommy, 118

Read on AO3 (3200wd)

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teach me how to make tiramisu

It's too-early-to-read-the-time o'clock when Buck's phone starts ringing. Or rather, buzzing: it's on silent because it always is, but even just the vibration breaking through his Do Not Disturb never fails to set his heart racing. Buck reaches for it on instinct before he's even really opened his eyes, and when his hand knocks it off the unfamiliar nightstand he flops out of bed after it, frantic.

“H-Hello?”

“Evan Buckley?”

“Speaking.” He scowls. Rubs the sleep from his eyes. He knows that voice. “Teresa?”

“Buck-” she says, because he's on a first name basis with half the staff at First Presbyterian at this point. She sounds choked up.

“Who is it? Is Christopher okay?” He doesn't wait for her to answer. Something inside him just knows that isn't right. “Is it Eddie?”

“I'm afraid it's Captain Nash.”

Buck's pretty sure he stops breathing.

Teresa tells him what's happened, as much as she can. Something about a fire. Fully involved. She explains that the reason she's not calling Sergeant Grant right now as next of kin is that Athena was right there with him – she's still in and out of consciousness. Severe smoke inhalation. And Bobby... Bobby is...

Buck's distantly aware that the phone is slipping from his fingers. He's already bee-lining for the door like the station alarms are ringing and nothing else matters.

Tommy runs after him down the driveway without question. Bundled into his arms are Buck's phone, two jackets and a set of car keys.

Oh yeah, Buck thinks numbly. Gonna need those.

-

The first time it happens, Buck is still in his early days. He's been un-fired, and he appreciates it – really he does – but old habits die hard. So if he's maybe a little too lost in his phone while it's … uh, peaceful, and if he's giggling away at some potentially inappropriate jokes, and even more inappropriate pictures he may or may not have taken in a most definitely inappropriate bathroom, who's to blame him?

Bobby, apparently. He slaps a chopping board, a knife and a red bell pepper onto the island so close to Buck it makes him jump.

“Dice it.”

“What?”

“Chop it up into little squares,” Bobby says, and if he thinks he's being funny there's not the slightest hint about it on his face. “Like dice. I'm cooking for twenty people, Buckley. I need an extra pair of hands.

“Last time I helped in the kitchen you about took my hand off.”

Bobby huffs, but he decides not to argue about what constitutes 'helping' as opposed to 'stealing cheese', and busies himself with several dozen eggs and a mixing bowl instead.

Buck's not satisfied with that as an answer – which, in fairness, is a quality Bobby is trying to encourage in the kid, irritating as it can be. So he sighs.

“Just keeping you out of trouble. You've got that 'about to steal City property' look about you again, and I don't like it. You wanna be part of this house, stop kicking your heels like a twelve year old and pitch in, Firefighter.”

Buck picks up the knife, and starts dicing.

-

Buck's brain is starting to catch up with itself by the time they pull into the parking lot. Tommy hovers around him nonetheless, ready to swoop in if his panic-stricken brain decides to walk into traffic or something, which it probably would have done if that was the fastest way to get inside. It's just gone 2am and it's freezing. Good call on the jackets. Buck shoves his hands deeper into the pockets as Teresa approaches him with a solemn expression.

“The good news is; Sergeant Grant is stable,” she assures him. “She's in recovery, and we expect she'll be waking soon.”

Buck nods, but he still can't quite get oxygen into his lungs. The gaping, silent, and the bad news... almost swallows him whole. He knows what wing they're in. The hallway she nods toward. He knows it so well his knees don't even collapse on him. He's had more than one nightmare about this hallway, in which the distance from the ICU to Recovery seems to stretch and stretch and stretch the more he tries to get there.

Walking the other way, Buck finds the distance isn't nearly long enough. He's barely registered taking a step before he finds Bobby, trapped on the other side of the glass in a room of his own. Lifeless. Literally. He's a shadow of himself; pale and gaunt and imploding. Looking at him, Buck is struck by a memory of the man from years ago, looking pathetically up at him and Hen from the bottom of his shower.

“Help.”

-

“Eddie: Engines. Hen: Laundry. Chim: Inventory,” Bobby commands. “Buck, you're riding the bucket. Lunch is upstairs when you're done.”

There's grumbling stomachs and smiling faces all around as they dissipate off to their house tasks. Buck doesn't mind the sweeping and mopping as much as the others: call him crazy but he actually kind of enjoys cleaning. He likes to sing to himself and bop around as he watches all the dust gather and the floor begin to shine. Or he lets his mind wander. Like, how is there always so much hair in here? It's not like any of them have any to speak of. He imagines there is a dog here after all. The spirit of a dog, maybe, living in the walls. He's a Dalmatian, naturally, and he's probably called something obvious like Spot, but Buck likes Fiver. He chuckles to himself as he imagines Bobby full-naming Five Alarm Fire to let him know he's serious about getting out of the damned bin. The man seems to laugh a lot more these days. He'd probably be up for it.

In defence of his mucking around, time passes quickly like this, and Buck finds he's beaten almost everybody back upstairs. Only Eddie's there, doing a crossword, and Bobby, who is of course manning the kitchen.

“Can I help?”

“Sure, kid.” Bobby smiles, and gestures toward a deliciously seasoned roast chicken with his own cilantro-speckled knife. “Wanna shred the bird? Here, use this.”

Bobby passes over a glass bowl and pair of forks. He makes a gesture suggesting how to use them which Buck mimics effortlessly and of course, it's brilliantly effective. Strips of succulent meat fall away and not for the first time, Buck notices something in the way the repetitive movement seems to calm his perpetually overstimulated nerves. It's not unlike cleaning in that way. He sighs. He can't help it. Something primordially anxious inside him is just... relaxed.

Damn, Bobby's good.

“Is this...” he wonders, and trails off because it sounds silly in his head, but Bobby is watching. He's paying attention, with that same quietly invested expression he had when Buck asked about the difference between mesclun and spring mix, or why they prep the hoses with the little loop in them at the end.

“Is this some kind of Mr Miyagi thing?”

Bobby laughs. “Wax on, wax off?”

“Yeah.”

He's being serious.

Bobby looks down at the tray of neatly arranged part-burgers before him. A dozen buns; all lightly toasted and sporting a tiny heap of grated cabbage, carrot, and cilantro; a couple bearing tofu and the others just awaiting their chicken topper. He methodically adds a near-matching drizzle of sweet chilli sauce to each one.

“You know what,' he muses, “maybe it is.”

-

Tommy's hand trails gentle circles around his back. It feels like he's been sobbing for hours.

Buck leans over his knees in the seat, slowly turning the plastic cup of water in his hands. He tries listen to Tommy's heart or his breathing or something to make the world feel steady again, but the rhythmic beeping of the monitor is the only thing he can hear. And the quiet shhk, shhk, as the ventilator pushes Bobby's chest up and down. At least there's that. For now.

Is this how it felt, for Bobby? For all of them, rotating through at his bedside with nothing to do but count every pseudo-breath and wait?

“Bobby -”

A familiar voice, devastated, snaps both of them to attention as Athena bursts into the room. She runs straight for his bedside like she hasn't even noticed they're there. Maybe she hasn't, as she clutches at his chest with shaking hands and presses her face as close to Bobby's as she can get and Buck's pretty sure she's crying. She never cries, not in front of people. But then she asks, without turning to look -

“What happened?”

“There was a fire,” Buck says, at the same time Tommy supplies -

“He had a heart attack.”

She turns away from Bobby then, her whole expression racked with desperation and pain.

“He didn't do this?”

“Wh- no.” Buck frowns. “Athena. He had a heart attack after he pulled you out.”

“A heart-? Okay.” She nods, then nods some more, and glances back at Bobby like she doesn't really believe it. She's at war with her own arms, refusing to let them cross over her chest and betray the fact that she's losing the battle against the screaming pain inside. Frazzled is not a word often used to describe Athena Grant, but maybe this is it. She pushes through it nonetheless. “You said there was a fire? How did it start? Who started it?”

“I don't know, I- I was going to ask you.” Honestly, he hadn't even thought about it.

Tommy stands up. “Please, Sergeant- Athena, I think you should sit down.”

Athena makes a bristling, flicking gesture that says in no uncertain terms: don't come near me, don't touch me, don't tell me what to do. There's a steely glint in her eye in spite of the tears and Buck is once again struck by her tenacity. She may be breaking down, but that woman never stops moving. She paces like a caged tiger.

“I'll call Lou,” she decides, and begins to pat herself down and then she realises – her phone is in the house. Buck watches the horror seep into her face and grind her gears to a halt as that thought leads to another and another and it starts to catch up with her; what's happened to the house, where she's probably lived since he was in diapers. Where she'd met them all, made two marriages, raised her kids... He can't even imagine.

“Hen will be here soon,” he offers quietly. “Athena. Maybe just...”

They're interrupted by a knock at the door. “Excuse me,” Nurse Simon interrupts, as gently as he can. “Sergeant, there's some detectives at the desk for you. Hollis and Barnes, they said... from Arson.”

Athena nods, manages a shaky thank you and promises to be right out. Simon leaves, at least enough to let the door close for a moment and before Buck can even open his mouth to suggest that maybe she shouldn't go out there right now, Athena's mind is made up. She takes a deep, deliberate breath, and it's like the emotion just folds back up inside her. The tears, the shaking, it quiets down to a dull roar emanating from her that only somebody who knows her might detect. Before him stands Sergeant Grant again. Mostly.

“You look after him,” she commands. Then she's off to fight dragons, and Buck is feeling awestruck and if possible even more pathetic, because he's pretty sure he couldn't even stand up right now if he tried.

-

The smell hits his nostrils, and Buck throws his head back and moans with delight.

“Lasagne!! Fuck yeah!!” he cheers. His mouth is already watering as he leans over the loft railing and shouts down to the others - “Hey guys!! It's a six cheese day!”

There's a round of drowsy cheering. They're into day two of an aggressively medium, surprisingly dull forty eight. Bobby must have figured they could use the pickup. He doesn't even argue when, on his way to the coffee machine, Buck pinches a couple fingers of cheese and sprinkles them into his mouth. Bobby likes to say he's given up trying to stop him but honestly, it's gone further than that now. It's become a familiar little ritual and dare he say it, the man is fond. He even grates a little extra these days, for just that purpose.

“I figured it out, by the way,” Buck says.

“Figured what out?”

“The sixth cheese. It's Romano. The real stuff, with sheep's milk.” He shrugs, with a smug smile, and pinches just a little of that one too. “Nice touch.”

“You figured that out just by taste?” Bobby blinks, trying not to show his incredulity, and Buck basks in it for a moment before shrugging it off.

“Nah. Grocery store receipt.”

Bobby laughs and shakes his head. Ingenuity; that's one way to do it.

“Alright,” he says. “I think you're ready. Come here, Grasshopper.”

“What?”

Bobby shuffles out of the way of the largest bowl, where ground beef and tomato and onion and herbs are coming together into something magical. Buck moves into the open place with a slightly hesitant sense of awe. Bobby just smiles gently, and if he notices Buck maybe getting a bit choked up when he takes the tea towel from his own shoulders and slings it over his, he doesn't say anything. Just pats him on the back, and leans over to instruct;

“So, next is the garlic.”

-

It's hard to believe it's been almost a week now.

He's at least managed to go home, get some sleep albeit terrible, and change his clothes. They've all been taking turns sitting with Bobby – even Hen and Eddie, with their own life catastrophes, can't bear to leave him entirely alone. Athena virtually camps out in his room, splitting her time between the hospital and the station. Nobody wants to put too fine of a point on how she doesn't have anywhere else to go. (Even though she does. Of course she does. But she won't – not yet. She's fighting dragons).

Buck's arrival at least lets her settle enough that she allows Hen to take her down to the corner for breakfast. He's happy to help, even if happy is the wrong word to describe anything about this. Touched, maybe, and grateful to be of service. Then she hugs him, and a hollow sort of dread washes through him like a haunted wind.

Hen sends a message after they leave.

Still no improvement. The docs came by last night for first official talk about a Decision.

If you have any deaths door secrets, Buckaroo,now's the time.

Love you.

He pulls up a chair to Bobby's bedside, and collapses into it with a heavy sigh. His eyes full of tears, he looks around and it's equal parts comforting and terrifying: Bobby's room is slowly filling up with well wishes and trinkets, flowers and children's drawings. Like a grave site. Like a shrine.

His bedside table has been kept mostly clear except for a lamp and some water, a worn old prayer book, his own brown glass rosary, and a familiar St Christopher medallion. The patron saint of travellers, or so says the internet, and protection against sudden death. To Eddie, the man himself had once explained, it means Christopher, of course, and the rest is just a story. But Buck wonders if those aren't actually the same thing. If coming back for your child, against time and distance and death and all odds, is not the most powerful thing in this world. He's seen it happen.

Then again, he's seen it fail too.

He's seen people give up, he's seen them surrender. He's seen them fight to the last bloody breath and it still not be enough.

Please, he begs silently, please be enough.

And then: please be fighting.

And he's not sure why it's taken this long to hit him. Why it hasn't occurred to him earlier that Bobby could be anywhere else but inside his own mind somewhere, lost and trying, finding Athena and Michael and shenaniganising his way through life lessons. Running down that mind-bending hallway like his life depends on it and smashing into that locked room because it does.

But maybe he's not.

Maybe he'd come to find Buck in the locker room that day to try and tell him something. Maybe he'd given away his prayer book and his apron and his firehouse for some other reason. Maybe Athena knows, and he can hear it in her voice as he replays it in his head, and he can feel it in her arms that gave him that tight, brief, heartbroken embrace.

“He didn't do this?”

Well. Maybe he's ready to let go, but Buck isn't ready to let him.

He leans over and squeezes one of Bobby's hands. It's still warm, which is kind of eerie, but it gives him hope that maybe the man can hear him. After all, he could when he was down there. Sort of. He closes his eyes and digs deep.

“Come on, Cap,” he whispers. “Come home. Seven more years, remember? You promised.”

Did he promise? Or did he look him forlornly in the eyes and vaguely agree when he'd actually already resigned and hadn't told anyone?

Fuck.

Tears splash down Buck's cheeks, and he squeezes tighter until he can feel it in his own chest.

“I want to talk to you about Tommy,” he says. “Even if I don't need to. I want to. I'm- I'm so happy, Bobby you don't even know. It's like you said. I'm at ease. I finally feel- and I couldn't have done it without you. I can't do it without you. I can't -”

Sobs threaten to choke him and he tries to swallow them down. He's not sure he has it left in him, to cry so much again.

“If you don't want to be Captain anymore, that's fine, but can you just – can you just come back and be Bobby? Please? 'Cause if I ever have a kid I want them to call you grandpa and if I ever get married I want you to walk me down the isle and if I ever get my own station I want to knock on your door in the middle of the night to bug you for advice -” He laughs a strangled laugh - “'cause you know I would. I will. I swear.”

Bobby's face remains impassive. The machines tick and beep and whirr steadily on. Buck tries to find the promise in that. To centre himself. It would be nice if the man could wake up jolting and screaming right about now. Make him feel like he's having some sort of effect. But even if he isn't, the reality is, he might not get another chance.

“I had a dream the other night,” he continues, “that you were teaching me how to make tiramisu. I don't even like tiramisu, but I'd learn it from you. And your peach cobbler - you have to show me that. And I bet you do a killer apple pie. And are you really going to leave it to Eddie to show me dulche du leche? Come on.”

He covers Bobby's hands with both of his this time, and leans so far forward his forehead rests on the scratchy teal hospital blanket.

“Your work is not done, Bobby. Please.”

He holds his breath -

- and he could swear, something moves.

[fictionkinfessions]

I'm never quite sure how to open these. The weather is getting warmer and I remember that's when we always said goodbye. You couldn't stay in the weird village with the towering church during summer. That's ok. I always looked forward to winter anyways. If it meant I could sneak away from my dads side and run threw the fields with you for a day or so, well my little ram it was more then worth it. I find myself asking if you exist in this life too? Maybe the sins of our last life mean this is our damnation. To never again know the feeling of you holding me. To know not your horns and tail or my wings and talons.

My dad recently split. He's trying to get better. Trying being a keyword. But I mean not to alarm you. I'm more safe then I've ever been I think, so many new people. Tommy is here too. His father however isn't. He's still throwing eggs at people. I remember before we had the idea of the war. Durning one of your speeches, he threw an egg at you and you complained later that you could still smell it. I have to admit it was very cute my ram.

I guess the things I'm trying to say is that I miss you so much it's felt in my bones. I am happy in this life but I miss you so much it makes me ache. Even if I never see you again I need you to know you are someone I will never forget. I love you. I miss you.

The final thing I would like to say. To anyone reading this, I hope you have a good day. Especially to any Jschlatt kins/fictives. Please never forget you have someone in your corner.

Sincerely, Bernard. Please tag as fictive. (Wilbur Soot) Also tag with #🐀🐾 please.

x

[oodlyenough]

the last of us 1x06: kin

surprisingly don't think i have a ton to say about this ep of the last of us but i feel like i should continue posting for posterity at this point lol. (eta: i said that, then started writing my thoughts, and wrote a gazillion words anyway.)

side note: any canadians watching on crave? isn't it fucking terrible. trash service

anyway: 1x06!

continuing to enjoy joel and ellie a lot. the further we get into the show i think the more they've come into the roles and evolved into their own versions of the characters, which is fine. good even. i think bella ramsey and pedro pascal have very fun chemistry together, and i think bella carries the comedy beats really well, which means i've been enjoying seeing more and more of those. i also really like those scenes because they feel familiar without being complete retreads of the game dialogue (which inherently invites me to make comparisons on delivery, etc)

so this joel is much more openly vulnerable. i think this change works to go with what we've seen in the show so far and places where the show is presumably going. and, i'll be honest, i find show joel a much more likable character. 🤷🏼‍♀️

the "not my daughter" scene hit differently... tbh i think it hit less, but not really through any fault of the show's, if that makes sense. it's just one where beat by beat i know the words as delivered by troy and ashley and my brain is super imposing them

loved the opening with the Indigenous couple, they were so funny, and the idea of florence seeing joel puffed up like an angry bird and identifying zero threat and making him soup lmfaoooooo hkghlkg. honestly w game joel i don't think that would work, lol, but w show joel it did. such a funny way to use the map easter egg, and the "there are firefly people?" followed by the couple laughing at their own joke killed me lol

also loved ellie's indignation about how they probably don't know anything because they're "a thousand" and they don't even know the fireflies, who are probably a total nonentity outside select QZs. extreme kid energy. they haven't even HEARD of paw patrol can you believe it. what do they know. also, congrats to them escaping joel and ellie mostly unscathed... minus a rabbit. (rude, ellie.)

show maria was great idc. imo game maria is not much of a character, so the show had plenty of room to expand, and i liked how they did it. i see some people reacting badly to her skepticism of joel and forgiveness of tommy, but we also don't really know what exactly she's been told by tommy. maria being pregnant is also a more solid reason for why tommy can't take ellie than we got in the game.

i can't really evaluate tommy or maria as characters without factoring in part 2 and at this point there's enough difference that who knows where the show will go with tommy and maria in s2, so, it's all kinda fair game imo

the university scene felt a bit rushed but i guess there really isn't that much to do there when you're not rearranging dumpsters and killing infected. it was the first time the show felt notably rushed to me, and i suspect that feeling will get worse in the back third of the show. ah well.

joel's injury and the fight felt anticlimatic compared to the big action set piece of the game, BUT i think it worked much better in context (joel's explicit fears in this ep becoming manifest), and also, game joel's injury is sooooooooooo ludicrous and video game it just wouldn't work on tv lmao. i kind of wish we'd seen ellie land any of her shots on those guys, but i have my theories as to why we didn't. tbd

misc other thoughts:

diva cup scene... excellent. was worried about those musty tampons.

SALLY FUCKIN' RIDE lmaoooooo ellie. u lesbian. ilu

like everyone i was beyonce.gif DINA?!?!?!? in the cafeteria scene. 100% that was dina, there's no way it wasn't. it might not be the final cast actress (i can see them not wanting to cast a major role so far in advance for a cameo, and they have a time skip to justify any appearance changes), but as a character that was surely meant to be dina. ellie that's ur WOMAN

we're 10000% getting some other cameos in the finale. i'm ready 👀👀👀👀👀

lastly: can't wait for this weekend's episode. the one i've most anticipated. left behind DLC my beloved...

[monopoly-mountain-requests]

AYYYY NEW KIN BLOG SPOTTED!! >:D /pos Uh- couuuuuuld we get a recipe kit for a qsmp!tommy fictive? with simple to make snakcs, preferably no cooking (microwaving crap is fine). Uh, please avoid really mushy and also grainy+soft(like yogurt with granola or somn) textures, and nothing with eggs, avocados, spiciness, or sourness. :D thank YOUUUUU

~ field collective

Awww, this request was really cozy for me to do, it was fun finding easy to make snacks! I went for a lot of sweets, I hope those are alright! And I tried to do really safe textures, because I know how icky a lot of textures can be. I really do hope you enjoy, Tommy!

You can find your recipe kit here!

[angelxxreaper]

Sonboy Wilbur helped throw eggs at your roof with now Tommy

D:< He allied with him?

Well, I’m not above killing my own kin if it’s necessary.

[motoroil-recs]

hello hello there!! always nice to find a new kin help blog :]

may i please have a simple doodle for a qsmp!tommy? i was technically one of the eggs , though we were all just dragon hybrids. i had small red horns, the left one was kind of cracked, red wings, and a red tail with pale yellow underside scales. uhh, i had lots of freckles, tan skin, and blue eyes!! also curly blonde hair with a streak of brown. :]

i mainly wore a red puffy jacket, a white shirt, and a blue bandana. i also had a torn piece of wilbur's yellow sweater tied around my right arm.

thank you, mate!

Here you go, Tommy ! Thank you for all the detail you gave, I appreciate it greatly! I hope I did you and your description justice, my friend.

[tavs-kin-korner]

Hullo!! SURPRISE ME >x3

Uh- Hi!! I'ma qsmp!Tommy kin. I was a lil dragon (aka the eggs, lol). Masc & Neu preference, realllly liked chaos, fire, and music (I played Violin :D ). Uh- also hated avocados with a burning passion so-

uh- GRACIAS!! (THANK YOU!!)

~ @allium-kins (just for tagging purposes!!)

sURE THING! }:D

V

[Sure thing!]

[trenchcoatsbi]

hi tommy!!!!! the qsmp people are on fire (as usual) and people who kin from the life series are getting new content!- q!pac anon (grian kinshift)

HEY PAC :D

this is so much to read back on did we get a new egg?????

[iammissingautumn]

Ah!!!!!

a) my interest is south park T_T. I bet that wasn’t obvious. I used to be into dsmp and am on the outskirts of mcyt (i haven’t watched Hermitcraft in so long… some say i’m waiting for the next traffic light series, others say i’ll die). Pathologic is the big seller for me always and Umineko is second. Both of those two are subjectively and objectively favorites. I, with the confidence of an 18 year old, am sure I will never experience something as beautiful or amazing as pathologic 2 or umineko ever again. Umi is better then patho if anyone is wondering and I think both are beautiful amazing stories even though ymmv. Big musical fan, I love music and stories so like. wdyw from me. i spend my free time telling ppl in discord how i’m connecting dsmp and sp stuff while not mentioning dsmp’s name bc it’s funny.

b) fav musical. text book has to be Bandstand. Falsettos is an amazing choice obviously and i will bite your hand off for saying it. Not out of hostility tho. I also enjoyed Six and If/Then < so fucking under rated while having like two video bootlegs and an audio out there. Idina Menzel opened as the mc right after Frozen. it’s a rlly good story. objectively most of previously stated is rlly good. Along with Sweeney Todd, Fun Home, Last Five Years and probably some others.

c) real and true. started off watching Wilbur as i watched the entire thing from start and that eventually turned into some Tommy until that was all there is after exile. Then I think the rabbit hole started with Jack Manifold (he was the only one who streamed on the server regularly that i knew) and that turned into learning about AweSamponk. Then Origins started up and i saw all povs for that so i was a lot more liberal with opening streams. I used to sit and watch Ponk love every morning while at school, his arm got chopped off while i was in school taking a math test. I just listened I started watching Foolish separately but that kinda came together. No one has ever been more homo on the earth then Foolish Ponk and Sam. I ended with them too :)) as i transferred to traffic content mainly while Last Life was out and eventually slided into the inbetween of traffic and hermit.

d) uhhhh. i love them all :>>> i can’t pick. they’re my babies in their own ways. but if i disliked the middle child just a tiny bit. Not rlly noticeable or mentioned but it gets a bit neglected more despite being an important thing of itself. listen 3rd L brought the red green dynamics and amazing rule breaking and more. DL brought soulmates!!!! literally what the fuck do you want for me Jimmy Solidarity met his soulmate BECAUSE OF DEAHT

e) kanon+ (umineko no nako koro nii), Yuki Sohma (fruits basket), Ai Ohto (Wonder Egg Priority), Tobio Kageyama (Haikyuu), Andrei Stamatin (i wish canonical andrei had to deal with this), AnCom (Centricide) Stan Marsh, Kenny McCormick (South Park), Shin Tsukimi (Yttd), Shin’ichi Okazaki (Nana), Vanitas (The Case Study of Vanitas), Hanako (Toilet Bound Hanako-san), Ray (TPN), Rin Sohma (Fruits Basket), Ranmaru Kageyama, OA (OA), Ikuya Kirishima (Free!), Ghostbur (you know), Tommy (Passerine), Sapnap and Charlie Slime, AND Shoya Ishida (A Silent Voice) [on top of this some older kins I have is Deku and Mirio MHA, Hades LO, Yaku Morisuke is someone who’s so me frfr but he’s such a tiny character i feel complicated but he’s me frfr, Rin Matsuoka (Free!!!) is funny bc two Rins two shins two kageyama

listen here fricker we know too much of the same things and you don’t have your asks open for ur sp blog so this is being dealt with in public. wtf are your interests in your interests im so squinting eyes at you. what is your favorite musical but like why and what makes a musical a good one or do you not give a shit? i’m going to assume u fell down most/a good bit of of the dsmp rabbit hole of different povs. do u watch traffic series and which is ur favorite. what do you hold dear. also drop ur kin list i feel like that would be helpful too. this could also be a problem in dms since we are in the same discord but listen i never said i was smart

RJHEGDSDHSA HI

a) my interests?? i like sp7, our flag means death, streamers (qt and lud, steve suptic, vgumiho, dumbdog, tubbo), pokemon, ace attorney, warrior cats, history, podcasts idk

b) my fav musical is FALSETTOS!!! its a great musical with a great set design (the 2016 revival im talking abt) and the music is amazing! my second fav is the great comet. um i was a theatre kid a long time ago (middle school and previous) so i dont really care if its "good" i care if i like it

c) yeah! ive probably watched every dsmp member at least once, my cc favs are jack, tubbo, niki, hannah, and tina. my c! favs are tubbo, jack, hannah, puffy, quackity, and tommy.

d) ive watched some of the traffic series but mostly i know stuff thru osmosis. i think double life is my fav bc it was the first i watched while it was going down and i really like the soulmate gimmick, its fun

e) here we go.

hollyleaf (warrior cats), c!tubbo (dsmp), stede bonnet (ofmd), jonah simms (superstore), phoenix wright (ace attorney), izuku midoriya (mha), twilight sparkle (mlp), dory seif (search party), tony stark (fanon mcu), leafstar (warrior cats), bramblestar (warrior cats au), poe dameron (star wars), gloria (pokemon), johnny (tick tick boom, original off-broadway), biff loman (death of a salesman), prince hamlet (hamlet). im sure theres more im not thinking of but yeah.

now UNO REVERSE!

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

a recipe kit for : egg!tommy (qsmp) with no-cook recipes that are simple and contain no egg, avocado, or nuts

1. frozen yogurt bites 2. microwave cinnamon apples 3. pizza crackers 4. dirt cups (can be made with premade chocolate pudding!) 5. microwave rice krispie treat 6. fruit sando (if you want you can make this with premade whipped cream like cool whip or other whipped toppings!)

[enderwoah]

dude ranboo is literally so talented at this rp streamer thing

playing “snowy” when he’s generally in the arctic, playing “home” when he’s at home, playing “ruins” around most of the greater dsmp and l’manburg area, playing “waterfall,” a background song that sounds soft during certain parts but gets super intense towards the middle (it’s literally a slowed down battle theme!) while fighting back against the egg (all from undertale to match his fallen down theme!) -- it’s genius.

and can we appreciate that mans NEVER BREAKS CHARACTER?? even when he’s hit with shit like this

he laughs for a bit but then IMMEDIATELY GETS IN CHARACTER AGAIN AND HITS US WITH “and that’s why im doing this. for people like tubbo.” DUDE WE WERE USING THAT TO LAUGH, A BREAK FROM THE ANGST, CAN YOU GIVE US A MINUTE??

not to mention his general roleplaying skills

he basically has three separate modes that he can switch between at ease when it comes to roleplaying on the dsmp -- ooc (out of character, cc!ranboo, just chilling), dubious canon (half ic, half ooc, you know that he’ll still be affected by certain things if they happened, but he isn’t too concerned w/ being perfectly ic all the time), and canon (lore mode, smiling? laughing? what’s that? i only know sigh, shaky breath, hear voice and kin dream).

the subtle parallels he makes between his and dream’s characters are so tasty like mmm rubs hands together ‘big happy family’ you say???

if it was some other people they’d smash the f3 key to make themselves look at the camera and mash c to zoom in and be like. “a big. happy. family. (do you get it) (it’s dream) (heehee)” like he knows how to keep it subtle, keep things vague enough for people to have to find out on their own.

like how he didn’t make it clear what the egg was saying to him so that we would have to translate ourselves! giving us stuff to theorize about! ccs, we dont actually need everything spelled out for us, as much as we scream “WJAT DOE STHAT MEEEAN” in your chats! we love theorizing! be like ranboo please /lh

the shaky voice that he uses after scary shit happens to him is also [chef’s kiss] it’s like tommy’s but made for his character...trying to keep calm whilst still recovering from what just happened...he and tommy use it literally so much wjkfdjdsf

anyways there’s probably more but whatever, ill probably edit later but yeah!!

that’s my streamer!!!! :D

[peearrdee]

c!Dream SMP character neopronouns

Shoutout to @pronoun-man and the Pronoun Dressing Room. I thought this would be a fun post to make since there’s so many pronouns beyond he/she/they that can fit a character’s aesthetic!

DreamXD: He/Him (with capitalization);  xe/xem/xis/xemself; god/god/gods/gods/godself;  end/ender/enderself

Eret: (canonically uses any pronouns) roy/royal/royals/royalself; re/regent/regents/regents/rulerself;  ki/kin/kins/kins/kingself

Ranboo: (genderman) ran/boo;  end/ender/enderself

Ghostbur: (vibes like a pronoun hoarder) blu/blue/blues/blues/blueself;  boo/boo/boo's/boo's/booself;  haun/haunt/haunts/haunts/hauntself;  spiri/spir/spir/spirs/spiritself

The Egg: (canonically uses it/its/itself) egg/egg/eggs/eggs/eggself

Antfrost: paw/paws; purr/purrs

Punz: hunt/hunter; ass/assassin (/J)

Ponk: lemon/lemons

Awesamdude: he/hiss/his/his/hiss-self;  mos/moss/mosses/moss-self

Sapnap: fie/fire/fires/fires/fireself;  py/pyro/pyros/pyros/blazeself

Quackity: quack/duck/quacks/ducks/duckself

Karl Jacobs: nya/nyan/nyans;  meow/meows

Callahan: stag/stags/stagself;  fae/faer/faer/faers/faerself

Philza: caw/crow/corvids/corvids/crowself;  sen/sei (/hj)

Foolish: fin/fins;  gold/golds

Tommy Innit: pog/poggers/pogs/pogs/pogchamp

[Note: These aren’t canon, and don’t apply to the content creators themselves. Please respect content creators’ preferred pronouns!]

[neon-u-dumb-shxtty-child]

Neon, tell us more about the Ghost!Ranbutler story please.

Billiam treated Matthew the same way he treated them in the masquerade c!Karl attended. There was no ruse, no act, that’s how Billiam treated them. He never resorted to violence, but Matthew was still scared he’d hurt them if they didn’t listen

Matthew was forcibly brought to the egg, and learned to just push it back in their mind

Ghost!Matthew mainly follows Sapnap or Quackity around, and doesn’t speak to Karl anymore

Tommy tried to bring them to Church Prime once, but the parts of Matthew that still have bloodvines in them burned badly cause of the prime water

Billiam was an alcoholic, so Matthew despises any kind of alcohol

Dream is Hubert. That’s it

Matthew has the mindset of when they were 14, but with all their memories

Matthew kins Orel from Moral Orel

[dsmpkinfessions]

no real world equivalent now, but i know i ate endermen already in my canon so i doubt id mind now??? but i know tommy has really big issues with eating deer or seeing dead deer, (hes a deer hybrid). Phil eats bird and eggs without minding much. One of technos favorite foods is bacon. Do with all that as you will i guess,but we're introjects so it may be a bit different then kins/kinshifts.-Ranboo (📗🔫)

No also makes sense tbh - Mod Tubbo

[cal-eidoscope-eyes]

Hey you should analyze me based on my kin list actually

Highest -

Tommy(DreamSMP), Martin Blackwood(TMA), Nepeta Leijon(Homestuck), Pinkie Pie(MLP), Rose Lalonde(Homestuck), Rika(Wonder Egg Priority), Steven Universe(-_-), Wilbur Soot(DreamSMP)

Middle -

The Mayor(Homestuck), Asriel Dreemurr(Undertale), Ghostbur(DreamSMP), Moomin(Moomin), Fundy(DreamSMP), Gon(HunterXHunter), Achilles(Greek Mythology)

Just kinda -

Funtime Foxy(FNAF), Apollo(PJO)

?????

Michael(The Good Place)