#txt.rpcrimeboys

[rpcrimeboys]

do you ever think about this? Because I do. Constantly.

dandelions are some of my FAVOURITE flowers ever and FUCKIGN HELL I adore the comparison here. Like. FUCK MAN. the idea of at the beginning of everything ctommy was bright, happy, open. during exile and all the other shit, he closed in on himself, isolated.

But again, he grew And he changed. He opened up again. He's different now, but he's still himself. He's still tommy. He's just grown. He's older. And he's got a few more scars. But it's still tommy. He's a bit softer now, not picking fights as much. But he's happy. Yknow?

Even though it seemed Like for a while maybe he was dead. Maybe there wasn't a way out. He got through it . He's alive. Right?

(Ignore how it should be flipped)

IDO YOU SEE THE VISION? ctommy is so dandelion coded. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

[rpcrimeboys]

c!tommy praying to a god he knows has abandoned him. Feeling dirty, tainted, and so violently alone. c!tommy muttering prayers quietly during exile, hands shaking as he held them together as tightly as he could. Desperate. Begging for any god out there to save him, Surely he's paid for whatever sins he has commited?

[rpcrimeboys]

grief is almost like a trenchcoat, stained with gunpowder, blood and worn to it's threads, but the warmth is so familiar you can't bear to part with it.

[rpcrimeboys]

Thinking about cwilbur. Who carries so, so much guilt. It's a pain in her chest, suspiciously close to the stab of a sword. It's a smoke after a long shift, leaving her clothes smelling like Cigarettes. (Tommy never did like it when he smoked.) So much guilt, it weighs her down. Her feet drag and he can't seem to hold his head high. There's a pressure around his neck, like a noose, or someone's blade pushed against his throat. (It reminds him of quackity). There's scars on his hands, as he clumsily tries to play guitar. Relearning the notes, and the songs. Wilbur soot is haunted by ghosts that come in the form of guilt, and because of this, she will never quite forgive herself.

[rpcrimeboys]

Thinking about how cwilbur viewed his suicide as a gift. How he viewed it as a positive, a final gift to lmanberg. I think that to him, his death was atoning for his sins. I think that she saw her death as a gift, a way of leaving something pure behind. An undoing of his mistakes. I cannot fix this, but you will not have to fix me. Sort of thing. In her last moments I think that he knew that this was right. That this, this, was what was right. To him it wasn't just a suicide, it was a prayer for forgiveness.

[rpcrimeboys]

I like to think that if people ever ask him about his family, he pulls up the pictures. He shows them pictures of his kids, tommy and tubbo. His basically grand kid, Michael. He talks about how they live far away, but they send her updates every so often. He basically shows them off like a proud parent. He deserves to, after all, she practically raised them.

I like to hc that before cwilbur got to the dsmp ctommy and ctubbo used to call him CONSTANTLY . Like these bitches were always on the phone to him. He'd get really shitty pictures of tubbo covered in mud and smiling or tommy messing with someone's stuff randomly throughout the day. He saved all of them like a proud parent. I think that a year or two after he leaves for Utah, the pictures start again. Of tommy, holding shroud with a proud grin. Of tubbo working on plans and designs for devices. Of The two of them playing with Michael. Of Tommy Messing with ranboo at the van. He saves every one.