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nekole-doodles · 1 month ago

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I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO POST THE THING I WAS WORKING ON FOR NOVEMBER 16TH!!! I was doing homework until 2am :') Speaking of which, this oneshot is only like- halfway done because I've been bombarded with stuff I need to do for school and I haven't had time to work on it, so sorry about that TvT Here's some context for the AU(this is my first time posting on Tumblr using my computer so sorry if formatting is weird): This takes place in my We'll Meet Again AU where C! Tommy was cursed with immortality by Dream XD and was forced to watch as everyone around him either died or left. By the way, the events of DSMP were set in the late 1700s and the oneshot takes place in the 2020s. In this AU, the Dream SMP took place on a cluster of islands created by XD so that he could have some entertainment and created Dream to basically do the manual work of running the "game," like inviting and interacting with the members. XD hid the islands by surrounding them with a thick fog and altered the currents to push away from the islands to avoid any accidental drifters. To keep people out, they put a large border, similar to Miecraft's world border around the DSMP. The islands within the border functioned differently from the rest of the world. The members were given communicators which work as the chat function and inform people whenever there has been a death. When someone enters the borders of the island or is revived, the message "[Player] joined the game" and only registered "players" can enter the border. There are some other things, but those aren't important for the events of the oneshot. Anyway, after everyone in the DSMP died or left, Tommy decided to venture outside of the borders, so he wouldn't be living in lonely ruins. Cut to more than two decades later, and Tommy is now living on his own in an apartment in the city in the modern day, making the trip back to the Dream SMP every year on November 16th. This is the year before Tommy meets the reincarnations of the DSMP members, for those who, by some slim chance, have read what I have written for the actual multichapter story. And finally, here's what I had so far for the oneshot(I'll probably finish this later at some point for you guys because I haven't even gotten to the important bits yet) This has not been edited so it's basically a word vomit I did in my free time at school and I wasn't able to do much research so sorry for any inaccuracies in lore or names:

Tommy woke up with a feeling of wrongness in the air. A kind of feeling that gets you twitching and fidgeting anxiously, waiting for something. Even though you didn't know what you were waiting for or when it would happen, you just knew something was about to happen.

It was strange because he hasn't had a feeling like this in a while. The last time he did was-…

Wait.

Tommy practically ripped the sheets off of himself, sat up so fast that he was left disoriented for a moment, and frantically searched for his phone on his crowded bedside table, shoving random trinkets off of its surface carelessly until he finally found his phone buried under the mess. He brought it up and clicked it on, the sudden brightness coming from the screen blinding him for a brief moment. After his eyes adjusted, he looked down at the lock screen and his eyes caught onto the date displayed.

There, glaring up at him as if in a taunt, read “November 16”. Just as his registered the date, a notification popped up, an event reminder:

“November 16th Anniversary: Visit the ruins”

Tommy's gut dropped. It was that time of the year again.

He turned off his phone once more and let it drop onto the bed. He flopped back down into the mattress with his hands covering his eyes, heels of his palms digging into the socket. Suddenly, he let out a loud groan.

He hated this day, hated how it still gave him this sinking feeling of dread and misery. The actual event was more than two and a half decades ago, he should be long over this by now! He dragged his hands down his face and glared at the blank white ceiling as if it had personally wronged him.

He couldn't believe he forgot about the 16th, just what had he even been doing?! He let out a harsh exhale, got up, and grabbed his phone from where he unceremoniously dropped onto the bed.

He called his boss at the cafe to let her know he had a personal emergency he had to attend to and they thankfully understood before getting dressed for the day.

Hopefully, he still has extra supplies for the boat ride back to the Dream SMP islands. Did he even remember where he kept the boat he bought nearly a decade ago for this specific occasion?

After he got dressed, he began flitting around the house, opening cupboards and grabbing supplies before hastily stuffing them into a duffel bag, not caring about the organization. He grabbed a colorful assortment of flowers from a vase sitting in the living room and wrapped the flowers in paper with care.

By the time he was all packed, he thankfully remembered where he left his boat, and he began making his way there.

He arrived at a strip of the coast that was surrounded by a thick forest, so people rarely traversed the area. Luckily, his hiding place for the boat had worked as it was still in the same place as where he left it last year, bobbing peacefully in the shallow water and untouched for a whole 365 days.

He cleared off some of the overgrowth on the vehicle and did some basic maintenance, ensuring the boat was still functional enough to carry him all the way to the SMP islands. After everything was in order, he got ready to depart from the shore.

The trip on the sea was a few hours and he knew he was getting close when a thick fog began to surround the boat and the currents were coercing the boat into a different direction.

When DreamXD created the islands the Dream SMP took place on, they wanted to keep it hidden to those who weren't members, so they surrounded it with fog and made the currents push ships away from the cluster of islands to avoid any accidental drifters. Soon, the blue translucent border of the islands was within sight, stretching up into the clouds as far as the eye could see.

The border felt impending and Tommy's anxiety spiked a bit at the sight of it. He had made this trip many, many times as he'd made a point to visit every year after the first time he was able to stomach visiting the ruins of his once-home in memory of all that he lost.

However, no matter how many times he came back to this place, he couldn't help feeling nervous. He didn't know why he was nervous, there was nothing to be nervous about necessarily, as there was no real danger on the islands anymore.

It was simply a visit to honor his deceased friends and family. Maybe it was just instinct at this point due to the years of living in this place constantly on edge, just waiting for when someone would attempt to kill him.

As the boat washed up on the shore, Tommy got off the boat and retrieved the flowers wrapped in paper. He took a moment to prepare himself for the memories and nostalgia that would likely resurface after all this time away.

He wasn’t ready to revisit the ruins of his life, he thinks he never will be, but Tommy had to keep moving or else he will forever be stuck to this one spot on the shore.

He took one hesitant step towards the border, then a another to cross it. A familiar box appeared above Tommy’s head as he entered, saying, “TommyInnit joined the game.” At the sight of it, he grimanced, being bitterly reminded of the fact that all of the traumatic events that happened in the Dream SMP were merely part of a game for DreamXD, a source of entertainment, like their suffering was simply an amusing show where their literal lives weren’t at stake.

He ignored the text and continued to step forward, shaky at first, before he gained a steady momentum to keep going and going, letting his instincts carry him to his destination.

It didn’t take long for the Prime Path to come into view, and once he followed that, he was led straight to what was left on his old home, L’manberg. Though- it’s more like L’manhole now.

Tommy just stood at the edge of the crater that L’manberg now was, a great and bright nation reduced to a dent in the earth’s surface. It was a sad sight, as it always will be, but still, to Tommy, it was beautiful. Maybe it was the way nature has begun to reclaim it, maybe it was how the sunlight hit the site just right, the crumbling skygrid allowing most of the light in but its shadows caused inconsistencies in the light, creating sunbeams; scattered spotlights. Maybe it was just Tommy being sentimental. Maybe it was all three.

Tommy found peace in the fact that the L’manberg ruins looked so peaceful despite being blown to smithereens. That the nation was allowed to properly rest, much like the souls of all of the citizens who were once a part of it who literally shed their blood, sweat, and tears to build the nation and fight to protect it.

All souls except one. Tommy. The last remaining soldier.

He wonders if the spirits of his deceased friends found their way back to the country and decided to stick around, feeling the same tie he had that pulled him back to the nation. Or maybe they found another place in the afterlife or out there in the wide world. Though, Tommy was always more connected to the country than the others, as everyone seemed to move on with their lives while Tommy was stuck in the past, so they probably moved on and found another resting place.

Tommy wonders where he’d be if he was dead like the others. Would he come back to what was left of L’manberg, a ghost in the ghost of a nation? Or would he go somewhere else, wander around a forest, surrounded by nature, and make friends with the local critters if they had the ability to see his spirit? That sounded nice.

However, realistically, he knew he’d probably be back in Limbo, in that desolate void, since he was never that lucky.

Wherever they may be right now, Tommy just hoped they had found their peace, like how L’manhole found its peace, with nature embracing it. He hoped they hadn’t been subjected to an eternity in Limbo.

He wished he could meet with them again in the afterlife, but Tommy knew that was impossible now. He wasn’t even sure that even if he could die, he would be able to reunite with them again, given his personal Limbo and all.

Before, dying was such a constant threat, especially in the Dream SMP, always looming over him, threatening to take him. But now that he can never die, he didn’t feel that constant threat.

He just felt grief. Grief for those who died much too soon, sooner than they ever should have. He felt grief for even those who turned against him and tried to kill him. He felt grief for the family who left him, not for the first time.

He grieved all of the pieces and memories of his old life that were only held by the ruins and by Tommy. The burden of all these memories of the people he once loved- no, still loves- was a great burden but a welcome one. He will willingly carry the memory of those who had died and all that was lost because it was the least he could do.

Finally, he spurred back into movement, walking to the blue and gold memorial of sorts that was built in the ruins of the original button room. A torn and scuffed L’manberg flag hung from the middle and Tommy had the sudden thought that maybe he should have brought one of the flags he made to replace it… A thought for next time.

He walked up to the memorial, stopping right before the lapis laid in the ground. When he first started revisiting this place, he sort of treated this as the official grave or memorial of L’manberg.

He noticed the very faint remnants of withered flowers around the memorial from the previous years when Tommy came here. He also saw the items he brought here since they lasted much longer than the flowers. Most of them were his own recreations of symbolic items from L’manberg as he’s made many of those over the years.

This place was also sort of the grave for Wilbur too. Well- one of them since Tommy made a few for him in his first years of visiting the island on November 16th. They all honored the deaths of certain parts of Wilbur, not just the death of his physical body. This one honored the physical death of Wilbur, when his 3rd life was taken.

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wolfsbane54 · 7 months ago

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Minecraft (Video Game), Video Blogging RPF, QSMP | Quackity SMP, Dream SMP Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kristin Rosales Watson/Phil Watson | Philza, Kristin Rosales Watson & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, TommyInnit & Phil Watson | Philza, Phil Watson | Philza & Phil Watson | Philza's Chat Characters: Kristin Rosales Watson, Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot Additional Tags: Fantasy, Mystery, Curses, Witches, Angst, Goddess of Death Kristin Rosales Watson, Human Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings, Magic, Witch Curses, Witch Hunters, Temporary Character Death, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Witch Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Angel of Death Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Possessive Behavior, reverse adoption, Falling In Love, Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, backwards town, attempt at writing unfair witch trial, Dark Kristin Rosales Watson, Dark Magic, Dark Magic Ritual, Dark TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Dark Wilbur Soot, Dark Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Crows, Ancient magic, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Witch Kristin Rosales Watson, Fluff, Oblivious Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), False Accusations Summary:

Phil is a traveler at heart. By the time he turned of age he was ready to explore the world and did. Along his travel he find a quaint town that and plans to stay to explore the land around this new place. He is warned on his first day to not bring out his potions and magical items that he has found along his journey. The longer he stays the more find clues of the history of the town, he starts to notice weird things. Like the three boys that seemed to scare the town with their mere presence. To the mysterious beautiful Lady that appears at night. And why are the towns people obsessed with burning crows? And Why is there always the lingering scent of something burning within the town? (Or Phil finds strange town that hasn’t caught up with the rest of the world, that hides a horrible secret and curse. He catches the attention of a powerful being and her chosen children. Will he survive the encounters? Or will he unwittingly find himself gifted with eternal life, and gain a family in the process.)

CHARACTERS NOT CC's. I DON'T CONDONE ACTIONS THAT CC's MIGHT HAVE DONE IRL.

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