#jack manifold fanfic

[fabulous-boi]

Jack sat on the edge of a cliff.

[doubledizzy1258]

JSCHLATT IN THE JACK MANIFOLD "ranking the BEST of British Memes (w/ Jschlatt)" OHHH MYY GOODDD HES SO FUCKING FINE IN THAT VIDEO. HES SO FINE I LITERALLY CANNOT

gnhhggg dude i need him to crush me

[graysontheslime]

My pieces for MCYTblr AUfest!!

For the fic that goes along with it, written by @epicaxolotls : there's a buzz in the air from the floor to the tightrope

And thank you @mcytblraufest For hosting!!

[x-bee-x]

What's this? A fic from me in the DSMP category because there was canon lore? In 2024?

I was watching or getting ready to watch someone else, I had my follower list open at least, and saw Jack was live and there was something about logging onto the server later in his title and wait what. I knew as soon as I updated some friends about said happenings, I muted the Discord channel I sent it in in case people wanted to talk more about it and maybe sent spoilers later, and I was on here very little because I knew even though I'm not 100% in the fandom anymore and certainly not a fan of all the members, I would like to see it for myself. So I watched the vod the next morning and oh my god.

I did not expect to get literal chills the moment he logged on and the first thing we saw was the bench. And I almost cried when we saw Las Nevadas. And I did cry a bit when we saw Tech's house. Regardless of how much I care about the streamers who were part of that as of late, I did at one point, very much so. This was something I did not expect, it was so nostalgic and emotional and actually warmed my heart a bit seeing so many fans come together during and after it happened. This was a really unexpected and lovely way to tie things up, I thought they kind of were already in all areas for me at least, but I think that this was a good way to finally properly say goodbye.

Epilogue

No warnings

1,438 words

Tommy was. Somewhere.

He wakes up he thinks, he opened his eyes at least, running a hand through his blonde curls.

And.

He didn't think he was alone this time. Or well, he wasn't always, Tubbo was there sometimes, but this was a different sort of person feeling.

"H-hello?"

He typed into his communicator for the heck of it.

"Hey."

Jack?

"Wh-where have you fucking been?"

"Casino.

Been here for years mate.

Made loads."

He was.

He was in Las Nevadas?

This whole time. This whole time?

Tommy stood at the top of the hill at the entrance of the faux desert and sure enough.

Someone with one blue and one red eye, a head of buzzed hair with a headset on top, a blue short sleeved hoodie, and camouflage pants stood at the bottom.

"Let me bless you, my boy, it's been too long."

He threw a couple of diamonds at the feet of younger, who probably looked just as puzzled as he felt.

"Jack. Seriously.

What happened?"

"What do you mean? I've just been here. Playing roulette."

This whole time? This whole time.

"Wanna know where I've been?

Come with me."

"Hold on, can't leave on a loss, gotta get that big win."

Jack came out eventually, and they walked out of Las Nevadas and along the Prime Path together, he has somewhere to show him.

"It's good to see you."

"You too, man."

"I've been here."

"Here? Under the bridge?"

"Out in the distance. That way.

I've got a house. It's nice."

"I haven't seen anyone for a loooooong time.

Well, maybe Tubbo, every now and again."

Tommy and Jack walked, or well, Tommy walked, and all the sudden Jack's voice became quieter and quieter somewhere behind rather than beside him.

"Me either, casino's been empty.

Honestly, I just steal money from the safe's to gamble with. I could take it all if I wanted, but the thrill keeps me in there.

Gambler's addiction, they call it. One day I'll win big. 99% of people quit before then.

But not me. I'll make it. It's been years, but, it's coming."

He turned his head to the boy with heterochromia behind him, blonde waves bouncing lightly.

"You're not very good at catching up, are you?"

"Just telling my story, man."

Jack said while he jogged to be once again beside him.

"Never thought I'd be around these parts again. I moved far from here to get away from it.

It brings back too much. Joy, fun, sadness, pain. Too much of all of it.

But it's nice to see a familiar face."

The path they took to get to their destination was familiar, and this time he knew it was safe as well as convenient, no one with a mask he had to worry about being on the other side, or worse yet, chase him.

A bridge of cobblestone among the dark red brick and close to unbearable heat, from one swirling purple transparent gateway surrounded by obsidian to another, and they were spot out onto a soft cold white blanket.

"I don't live around here."

"Oh. I thought that's where we were going?"

"No, god no. Do you know how long it took for me to get back here?

I come here a lot though"

A house, a cabin to be exact, sat the same as them in the nearby distance.

It was cream colored with chestnut colored accents, a matching wooden roof and front door, and a chimney that stood tall and sat bare, no plumes of smoke emitted which once came from it.

"Cool. It's quaint. I like it.

Maybe I'll bye it when I win big!"

Tommy looked to the older boy with two colored eyes beside him, opened his mouth but decided against saying anything, then opened it again to say something after all.

"This is Technoblade's house."

"Oh. Maybe I won't do that then."

"How long do you usually sit here like this?"

"As long as I need to.

Sometimes minutes. Sometimes hours."

There were areas of fences close by on the surrounding property, the occasional bray or bah or grunt echoed through the air, and sat in the otherwise quiet.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. Hit me."

Tommy fidgeted with the fingers on one hand in his lap as he found the right words and considered them being actually spoken.

"Do you ever.

Like, despite all the war, and the fighting, and all the- well, all the mess- how much it sent me a fucking mess.

Do you ever miss it? Those days? The people? Or, well, the way they were. The way it all was."

Jack looked at him, something like softness in his features.

"Sure. It was all a bit much at times, and I'm not sure I'd wanna do it all again.

But I miss it sometimes. It was fun, really."

"Yeah, I don't think I'd do it all again either. But. I don't know, I've tried to move on. My little cottage far away, my humble paradise. But that trails a lot into my mind."

"I think it trails onto all of our minds sometimes, wherever we all are.

But we all have to move on, find our own destiny sometime."

"Okay. Phew. I'm glad it's not just me."

"Chasing the win keeps me happy.

I like who I am now, probably more than I was. But that doesn't mean he was bad."

"You like being a gambler? Over an incompetent fight loser?"

Jack laughed, soft and genuine, and Tommy fidgeted a bit harder.

"I guess they're not great options are they."

"Sorry, that was a bit harsh, I don't see many people."

"One of them means I might win someday, I was never gonna win back then."

His face held that expression again, soft, almost sad maybe.

"I've still got my one life. One canon life.

And I intend to use it the best way I can."

"What do you mean? How do you wanna use it?."

"You know. I've not got a clue.

But I'll figure that out later.

For now, I've got my cottage, and my new pet! Oh she's adorable. Mareep, she's a little sheep I caught.

But you know, things are okay for me.

Tubbo and his fucking bees I see also every now and then. He's doing pretty well for himself. Selling fucking honey."

"Oh, that's good. I thought he exploded when I blew up everything.

I can't actually die I don't think, so I never know whether these things are bad for everyone else or not."

"I guess being the president of L'Manberg teaches you a few logistical things, aye?

Not that either of us would know anything about that."

"Well."

"Well."

"I haven't seen anyone else besides Tubbo."

"Yeah, you two are hard to separate."

"Tell me about it."

"I think I like it that way for now though.

The quiet life."

"Quiet is nice. This is nice."

"It's good to see an old face though. I know I said it before, but it really is."

Tommy pushed himself up and off the snow beneath them, a couple joints popped, Jack did the same, they stayed standing with the cabin behind them.

"Well, I can't stay for long, I've gotta do things like feed Mareep."

"Yeah, I got some places to see, now that I'm out.

Haven't left there in a while, probably should go check on some things."

"Is there anything else you wanna ask me? I have no questions for you."

Jack looked like he might have something to say, but was going through the roster of words in his mind, carefully considering them.

"Are you happy?

I guess that's really all I'd care to know."

Tommy opened his mouth to respond, closed it, gave a whisper of a smile, ran one of his hands along his pant leg in a partial fidget and a partial way to rid himself of the cold, then opened it again.

"Getting there."

They both nodded gently.

"I'm glad."

"It's good to see you, Jack."

"It's good to see you too, Tommy."

"I hope you get that big win someday.

Oh, and hey. Don't let anyone bye this house."

"I won't."

"I might not see you again. But I hope to lhear about it if you win big."

That's okay. You will. I can deal with just knowing that you're happy."

Tommy held out a hand.

"So long J Money."

Jack shook it.

"Bye Big T."

They both looked to the cabin once more, gave a two finger salute, and went their separate ways along the snowy path.

[grime-and-lime]

hey I need help finding a fic

it’s on ao3 and the things I remember are

It’s a superhero au

tommys powers are being able to master any weapon the plot is;

Tommy is a janitor at a museum, he’s messing around with a broom

the syndicate(?) break in and Tommy fights blade with the sword they were trying to steal

tommy is able to stand his ground and surprises them

he does end up fired from his job

he becomes Dreams apprentice, he’s treated pretty badly and stuff, isn’t allowed to use his power and whatnot

he becomes a villain, wham bam stuff, Tommy goes to jail but is broken out. A war happens

please help me find this 🙏

[ether3um]

Voting Link! (Yes you do have to read the fic first to understand) well, not really actually. You could fill out the form without reading but... well.... who am I to judge?

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Dream SMP Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Niki | Nihachu, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Jack Manifold, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot, Alexis | Quackity, Jschlatt (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo

Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Alternate universe - Mafia, Knives, Guns, probably, Usual Mafia Weapons, Interactive!, MTEC, More Tags Every Chapter Summary:

Title from Rat (from Tommy’s POV) by Josephrre

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“We just want to understand how we woke up here with no knowledge of what’s going on. Surely you can tell us that much.”

Techno’s ear flicked when noirette laughed and the sound resounded throughout the room.

“I suppose~” she drawled, beginning to walk around the room lazily.

“There are ten of you. You’ve never met each other, at least in this universe,” she muttered the last part under her breath. “Right now you probably all want to leave right?” Yelling started again and Techno glanced back down at the book in his lap before shutting it.

“And you can! Once you complete my game, that is.”

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Interactive Mafia AU where *you* get to make decisions!

[cryingoverobsidian]

uhh okay dropping this here bc i got possessed to write this by the ghost of the dsmp. yahoo.

[glorious-poetato]

Headcanons for the dsmp creartors having a crush in the reader? :)

-🦌

[Crush]

Ships: tommyinnit x reader, wilbur x reader, dream x reader, jack manifold x reader,and Karl x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: thing that dream smp members would do and act if they had a crush on you.

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Tommy

- blushing none stop but tries to hide it

- can't help but smile every time you do

-makes fun of you for everything

- always invites you to his vlogs

- will talk nonstop about you to wilbur

- buys you candy or gives you his merch you said you liked

- if you jokingly flirt with I'm he is so flustered and tries to play it off

Wilbur

- flustered easily like that one time chat mentioned his crush on shubble

- talks about you to chat all the time

- super smiley around you

- always pays for everything no matter what

- will sing songs to you maybe even write you a song

- just loves to be around you

- Tommy makes fun of him constantly for it

- he's a totally simp for you

Dream

- if you said you wanted something he is already searching It up on Amazon

-tries not to talk about you online much because he doesn't want you to get hate

- is super flustered if you flirt with him but will flirt back

- annoys George and snapnap with how much he talks about you

- once you fell asleep at his house snuggled up with patches and now that is his favorite picture in the while wrold

Jack manifold

- flirts alot as a joke but gets super flustered

- trys to keep you away from Tommy saying he'll infect you

- he's a totally simp for you

- whenever he catches you watching a video with him in it he gets so embarrassed

Karl

- okay I know I said everyone else gets flustered but his is to the extreme

- so many hugs

- will share his monsters with you

- more hugs

- talks about you constantly

- gets shy around you

- more physical affection

- like he is completely head over heals for you and everyone but you knows it

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Idk if these are headcannons, also sorry if I didn't do a good job writing for some of the people Anyway I hope you liked them

-poe <3

[3mbe3dra90n]

I’ve notice people like the little things I’ve been writing so maybe you’ll like my actual fleshed out stories!

I have some longer fics but I’m just going to casually drop some of my shorter ones starting with this one.

So if you like Tommy Innit as a demon, talking to other demons, and scaring the ever loving shit out of people and Jack Manifold then I’d recommend. This is based on the Sam and Colby episode with Jack and Tommy.

[watcher-with-burned-wings]

Navigation

(A continuation of my Among us Scott au)

When Scott woke up the next cycle, he was surrounded by warm bodies. He glanced around him. Ranboo was sprawled across his lap with his head on Tubbo’s stomach. Tubbo leaning against his right side. Tommy was curled up on his left side, tucked under his arm.

Scott’s heart melted at the sight, his tentacles appearing behind him as he held Tommy closer. One pulled Tubbo closer to him and the other tentacle petted Ranboo’s hair. Scott swallowed down the purr that threatened to escape him as he sat contently in the middle of the nest of hatchlings. He silently wished that this moment could last forever.

But sadly, all good things had to come to an end.

Ranboo started to stir, and Scott quickly hid his tentacle again. Ranboo opened his eyes and blinked slowly. Scott smiled at him. “Good morning Ranboo, Sleep well?”

Ranboo sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Yeah. You are very comfy.” He yawns and stretches. Scott chuckled.

“I’m glad,” Tommy grumbled as he snuggled closer to Scott.

“Shut up, fuckers. I’m trying to sleep.” Tommy muttered.

Tubbo cracked open his eyes and sat up. “Good morning, Scott!” He said cheerfully and loudly.

Tommy groaned and glared at Tubbo.

Both Scott and Ranboo laughed at Tommy's expense, much to the confusion of Tubbo.

“What?”

“Nothing Tubbo.” Ranboo snickered.

“Come on Tommy, it’s time to get up.” Scott gently encouraged. Tommy whined but eventually did comply.   

Scott got up as well and stretched out. “Come on, I bet Niki has made muffins for breakfast.”

If Tommy hadn’t looked awake before, now he was practically shaking, “Oh hell yeah!” He ran off towards the cafeteria.

“Hey! Wait for me!” Tubbo called as he dashed after him. Ranboo looked at Scott with a shrug and followed. Scott shook his head and walked with Ranboo.

Scott and Ranboo idly chatted as they walked to the cafeteria.

When they arrive, Tommy and Tubbo angrily eat their breakfast while Phil looks amused.  Scott tilted his head questioningly towards the two while looking at Phil.

Phil continued to look bemused as he explained, “They are both angry because they are trash duty after trying to steal all of Niki’s muffins.”

Tommy grumbled as he munched on a chocolate chip muffin. “We weren’t stealing! We were saving them from everyone else!” Phil shook his head exasperated while Ranboo chuckled at their misfortune. Scott grinned slightly in understanding and mirth.

He and Ranboo grabbed breakfast before sitting down with the group, seemingly to be the last ones. Ranboo grabbed a poppy seed muffin with a bowl of fruit. The duel-eyed human had a glass of milk as well. Scott grabbed a blueberry muffin, opting for something light this morning. He also had a glass of apple juice to go with it.

Once everyone was settled, Phil started to speak. “Ranboo, you’ll go meet up with Techno. He’s in Med Bay with Wilbur. You’ll be learning about Imposters.” Scott froze mid-bite when he heard that. Said teen fist pumped.

“Yes!” Ranboo quickly inhaled the rest of his food before hopping out of his seat. The other two protested. “Can’t we go with him? Come on Phil, please?” They begged, both giving puppy eyes.

Phil eyed the two before he sighed fondly. “Fine, you little shits,” The three teens began to move towards the door, but Phil stopped them with his voice. “But Tubbo and Tommy when it’s over, you two still need to clean out the trash shoots.” Both boys groaned but nodded as they left.

Scott snapped out of his stupor as Phil turned to him. “You will be with me in Navigation today, Scott,” Phil said with a smile. “I hope you don’t mind but I could use an extra set of eyes reading me coordinates.”

“No, of course not. I’ll happily be with you today.” Scott said with a kind smile, though it was slightly strained. Thankfully, Phil didn’t seem to notice as he smiled back. “Great, but before we go to navigation, let's clean this up.”

Together they stood up, gathering all the plates from the teens and themselves, and brought them to the kitchen. There was a silence between them, neither speaking as Scott washed the dishes while Phil dried and put them away. The imposter’s mind was buzzing with activity, wandering with intrusive thoughts. Part of him whispers that Phil knows what he is, another part is confident that this is just another day. A tiny part of him is happy to spend time with another member of his pod. Scott shook off that thought as he focused on the mind-numbing task in front of him.

It was far too soon when all the dishes were gone from the sink. Phil and Scott began the trek to navigation, their footsteps echoing around the metallic hallways. They passed weapons, where Niki was working on fixing a blaster that an asteroid damaged. Then they passed O2 where Jack was seemingly going over the oxygen systems. Finally, they reached Navigation with Phil humming a tune as Scott followed anxiously.

Phil turned to him and clapped his hands together. “Usually, I would have Techno help me, but he needed to educate Ranboo as his apprentice. I apologize that this was suddenly pushed on you.” The captain said sheepishly. “It’s simple. You just need to read off the logs and I’ll record them and organize them.”

 The cyan-haired imposter nodded and replied, “Yeah, I can do that. And it is completely fine.”

Phil grinned, “Great. We can get started right away.”

The green crewmate pulled up a time sheet of automated logs and pulled another document up. He instructed Scott to read them off to him, which Scott did without question. But Scott couldn’t get his mind off the earlier conversation. So after doing logs for an hour, there was a pause as Phil pulled up more time sheets.

Scott piped up, “You mentioned Imposters earlier, what are your options on them?” The cyan-haired man watched as his captain froze for a second before, he turned to him. Phil had this hard expression on, making Scott gulp silently. He wondered if he’d regret asking this.

Phil continued to have this stony expression on as they remained tense and silent as he contemplated his answer. Finally, Phil spoke, “Scott, I am going to be honest with you. An imposter killed my wife when the boys were young.” The tone he said it in was emotionless.

Scott felt as if he was just punched in the gut. If Phil ever found out, he would be tossed out of the airlock for sure. All he could utter was, “I’m sorry for your loss.” He bowed his head in respect.

Phil nodded, “Thank you,” He had this distant look on his face, “But there is more. You see, my boys and I wouldn’t be here either if it wasn’t for an imposter as well.” Scott glanced up, with a distinct head tilt. Phil was staring out into the stars. “The imposter fought the one that killed my wife. He allowed time for my boys and me to escape the ship we were on. We would have died on that ship if he didn’t.” Phil confessed.

Scott frowns a bit. “Phil, I’m sorry for bringing it up, you don’t have to continue.” The cyan-suited imposter reassured him. In truth, Scott was interested in finding out Phil’s answer but didn’t want him to suffer bad memories. With a sudden blink and then a sigh, Phil answered, “I think if I ever met an imposter again, it would be too soon. But if I did, I truly hope they will be like the one that saved the rest of my family.”   

Scott nodded silently, wondering if he fell into that category. Would he fight Owen if it came down to it? He didn’t have much time to contemplate it as a scream rang out from O2.

Instantly, both Scott and Phil began to rush to the room. The moment they turned the corner, they saw Niki, holding Jack in her arms as she desperately held a wound in his stomach shut. Blood decorated the ground and splattered against the walls. Phil rushed to Nikk’s side, Scott following right behind. Jack was semi-conscious but was out of it.

“We need to get him to the med bay,” Phil instructed. “Niki, you hold the wound shut, me and Scott will carry him carefully.” Nikki nodded, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. “Scott, grab his shoulders, I’ll grab his legs.” Nodding, he grabbed Jack’s shoulders.

“On three, lift,” Phil commanded.

“One, Two, Three.”

Scott raised Jack as Phil instructed. Nikki kept a tight hold on his stomach, her gloved hands covered in Jack’s blood. Scott carried the blue crewmate as fast as Nikki and Phil allowed, his stomach churning with guilt as blood droplets fell to the floor of the cafeteria. He looked away, catching Phil’s concerned glance out of the corner of his eye.

He didn’t deserve his concern, he was supposed to do this, but Owen had to do it. He swallowed the lump in his throat. God, Owen. How is he going to explain this to him. He couldn’t hurt these humans. Maybe he could convince him that they could kill another crew instead. Possibilities ran through his head as he continued to hurry Jack to the med bay.

When they entered, he was surprised to find everyone else, including Owen in the med bay. Everyone turned to look at them when they walked in. A flash of annoyance crossed Owen’s face before it was gone, a look only Scott could catch as he and Phil laid Jack down in the bed.

“Wilbur!”

“On it!” Wilbur responded to Phil as he began to rush around. “Everyone out! I need to work.”

With that, everyone except Nikki, Phil and Wilbur were ushered out of the room, with Phil’s parting words being, “Everyone go back to your rooms. As of right now, we are all going to be in pairs until we know the cause of this.” Phil stared down Scott as he spoke, and it took everything in his power not to squirm.  Owen led him back to their shared room, protecting him from the gaze of Phil.

Once the door of their room was shut, Owen grinned. “I got one, Scott!” He said happily. Scott stared at his hands then up at him in disbelief at his joy.

“I know! How could you do that!?” Scott exclaimed, confusing Owen. “They are a tight-knit crew, they are going to know!” He said it as an excuse. Owen rolled his eyes as he climbed onto his bunk and sat there.

“They won’t figure it out until it’s too late. If we kill pink and green tomorrow, then it’ll be easy pickings.” Owen lay down with his hands under his head.

Scott felt himself pale as he realized that Owen had everything planned out already. When Owen had a goal set, there was not changing it. He swallowed and when to speak when the door opened behind them. Both looked over to see a shocked looking Tommy.

He had heard everything.

[lanaactuallyabanana]

im back!

hellooo

if u see this (which is crazy if you do), i used to be @lanaxoxoxoxoxox but i lost access to my account /gen

i would love if you could follow me and support my future works!! i'll try to re-upload my old works.

thank u !!! <3

[stellocchia]

This fic got so out of hand... it was meant to be around 1k words of angst. It's now 5k and it's hurt/comfort instead. I should really stop making plans.

Anyway, this time I decided to go with a "what if Tommy never actually managed to escape his exile and Dream succeded in his plan to put him in prison instead?" kind of scenario, and yeah... poor Tommy man.

Also, there is quite a bit of lashing out, complicated feelings, and not perfect choices. But every single person here is traumatized as fuck, so it's to be expected.

Summary:

Tommy was locked in a too-small cell with nothing but death to occupy his time. He tried to end it all in several different ways. He jumped in the lava. He starved himself. He smashed his head against the wall. He even tried provoking Dream into getting rid of him a few times… but Dream would only walk away. He kept doing that every time Tommy did something that displeased him. He would leave and he wouldn’t talk to Tommy for what felt like days. Not even through the intercom. He would wordlessly let the dispenser give him raw potatoes automatically. He even turned off the camera in the cell. He cut off any means Tommy had of communicating. That Tommy hated even more than all the beatings he received in exile. He could recover from a broken bone with some rest and care, but constant loneliness was a disease. It chipped away at his mind, leaving him as more and more of an empty husk. - or, Tommy never escaped his exile

[shro-omiey]

He Watched As It All Burned

Eventually, he has to get up. 

The prison is still unstable, after all. And it isn’t like he could stay here. 

He has to find somewhere he can bury his friends. 

Jack hefts the bodies out of the prison one by one. 

Six in all. 

Punz. Sam. Quackity. Dream. Tommy. 

And Tubbo. 

He’s careful with them, with those that he loves. Even though the pain and the heartache they’d caused… He’d give anything to have one more conversation with any of them. 

Anything. 

Hell could reclaim him if they would let him smile at Tubbo one more time. 

He piles them onto a makeshift cart, lugging the thing up the prime path as he looks for a place to go. 

Everything around him is destroyed- the buildings, the houses- the path wasn’t even smooth. Jack sighs, knowing that no one was there to fix it any longer.

He certainly isn’t going to. 

He has to bury his friends. 

Eventually, he reaches a field of flowers, just outside las nevadas. 

That was gone, too, the fake desert’s sand and cacti nearly the only things remaining intact after the nuke was detonated. 

Pieces of the huge structures lay, smoldering on the sand. What was once a grand palace is now unrecognizable rubbish. 

Jack cringes. 

There has to be some other survivors. There has to be. 

It can’t be just him again, right? 

Surely not again. 

He unloads, taking care to be extra careful with what was left of them. It isn’t easy work- his hands can’t grab, and his fingers hang limply from his palms. 

It’s not the cleanest work either, Punz and Dream are both in pieces and it’s not very hygienic to dump what he thinks are parts of Dream into the grave he manages to dig. 

He does it anyway. 

These people deserve to be at rest. 

Even if they had done some questionable things.

Jack carefully lays them both to rest, quickly shooting up a prayer to the universe and Mother Death to keep them both safe. 

Quackity is next; his body is curled into Jack’s chest and for a second, he can’t let the man go. 

His arms can’t let Quackity fall into the dirt- it wasn’t like they had known each other very well. 

He’s sorry he never spoke to him, never knew him. 

He wondered what gods protected Quackity in the end. Were they kind? Loving?

He hoped the man was at rest. 

Jack places his limp, pale body into the ground, tears staining the pallor of Quackity’s face. He rubs at them, the skin under his hands stiff and cold. 

He stands, looking back at the two he has yet to bury. 

They’d like it here, he thinks, a sob crawling its way out of his throat. They’d really like it here. 

Tommy is first, while digging the hole for him the shovel slips and so does Jack, falling into the early grave and lying there with his face in the dirt. 

It’s not often he finds himself in the earth’s grasp. 

Usually when Jack dies it’s quick, and painful, and there are things that he can’t explain. 

This feeling is simple-- he has fallen into the dirt and is laying in it. A spark of anguish flares in his chest.

He can’t have this. 

This simple death, laying in the ground of the SMP he called home, painless and gentle and soft.

This was never meant for him.

So he gets up, brushes the dirt off best he can, and keeps digging.

The body isn’t heavy at all. 

Jack looks into the pale face, and his eyes swim with tears. 

Tommy looks so young in death. He’s still holding the sixteen-year-old version of his friend-- the one that hadn’t done anything, the small boy that hid in the corner while Wilbur spat and cursed and yelled. 

Jack remembers when Tommy was smaller, and had begged Niki to make cookies with him. He remembers the pride on the boy’s face when he held out a lumpy, misshapen cookie and insisted that Jack taste-test. 

He remembers the joy on the small child’s face when he rode around on Wilbur’s shoulders in the yard, Fundy chasing after them and giggling as Wilbur zipped through the grass. Tommy was whooping and hollering, so loudly that it scared the lightning bugs up from the ground. 

That Tommy is lying here with a small grin on his face. His blue eyes are still open- Jack closes them, desperately trying not to weep at the child in his arms. 

That child had never deserved any of this. 

Jack lays Tommy in his shallow grave, placing the golden curls he used to style in the mornings down into the gentle earth. He presses his forehead to the boy’s and promises to forget everything that has happened between them.

He shovels the dirt back onto his friend, earth calming on his swollen, broken hands. It’s uncanny how like Wilbur the boy looks when his hair is dirty-- Jack pushes the final clump down and sits there for a moment.

He can’t turn around, can’t bear to look at what’s left. 

It’s still there when he does. 

[if-you-feel-lonely]

LONELY'S ADVENT CALENDAR DAY FIVE

Prompt: Decorating

CC!Jack Manifold x reader

TW:

Event masterlist (discontinued)

very short bc i'm trying to finish my history presentation since the other people in my group have done absolutely fuck all and i have to be the main speaker

The plan for the evening was - in theory - quite simple. Put up the christmas tree, decorate it, and try not to break any bones in the process. As I said, this was, in theory, quite simple. In theory.

In practice?

Disastrous.

From across the flat, Jack heard a desperate scream for help.

"What did you do?!" He shouted in typical Manifold fashion.

"I dropped the light box!" You shouted in response, causing him to sigh (albeit with a faint smile) and place his glass of water on the kitchen counter to run to help you.

Even he had to admit, the box was heavy. But after your failed attempt at hauling the box into the living room, he didn't trust that you could carry it without breaking something - a bone, a light or otherwise.

That year, the two of you had bought a brand-new tree, which stood tall at six feet. The only problem? Neither of you were six feet. Through an assortment of tables, chairs and stools, you somehow managed to decorate the tree with unevenly proportioned ornaments and chaotically placed lights.

"Looks shit, doesn't it?" He remarked, causing the two of you to burst out laughing.

"A bit, but it's beautiful and it's perfect and I love it."

[mercurydarlin]

mercury shows her little imagine things

part one

...what if dsmp was in wreck It Ralphs sugar rush? Like, the little racing game?...and y/n was there?!?! It'd be almost like some dating simulator in a sense... I'm sorry I just couldn't get this out my head and needed to tell someone!!

...someone pls ask me more about it...I have so many ideas you wouldn't believe it...

[electronicnutcycle]

fan fiction

hey guys I want to start writing fan fiction on here

here's who ill write for:

youtubers:

ash kabosu , e-boys , Nikki Nihachu , jack manifold , dream , sapnap , Georgenotfound , Eret , fundy , wilbur , tommy and lovejoy etc.

teen wolf

sterek , erica , Isaac , Chris argent , Melissa Mccall , Scott mccall ,stiles , Boyd , etc .

also top gun , she -ra , MCU and DCU etc.

what genres ill write for:

smut

fluff

angst

crossovers/AU

pregnancy

mlm , wlw , nblm nblw etc.

what genres i will not write for:

piss , shit or period kinks

sex slave kink

no pedophilia

no stalking fics

no cnc/non consenting

requests are open