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    Tommy was killed two years ago. Phil buried his youngest son at a private funeral, with very few friends, his two sons, the only attendees. Tommy was murdered in the dry heat between prison walls, beaten to death by a madman's bare hands, and every weapon a prisoner as high priority as Dream could get a hold of. Tommy was killed two years ago.

    Yet here he is. Alive, and inextricably changed.

    His family learns to help.

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    07 Aug 2021

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    fuck fuck fuck jesus christ jesus chirist jesus christ holy shit this is amazing

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    The White House. The voices were coming from the White House. Quackity’s was loudest, and perhaps that was Fundy’s voice too, but Karl truly didn’t care, because the world was still not quite properly oriented yet, and he wasn’t meant to be there, he wasn’t meant to be able to come to the past like this, the world was made of illusions, but that was his fiancé’s voice and it was the most beautiful sound in the world and it was real and the one thing that made sense, and he stumbled from between the trees to see Quackity laughing, smiling—

    With Schlatt’s arm wrapped around his back. With Schlatt’s hand on his waist. With a ring on Schlatt’s index finger that matched Quackity’s.

    With Schlatt, Quackity’s definitely not dead fiancé, staring down at Karl’s future fiancé with a wolfish, sharp grin.

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    AKA: Karl time travels back to pre Manberg festival, tries to right some wrongs, and tries to show Quackity that love doesn't have to hurt.

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    26 Dec 2021

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    The night Tommy disappeared, it went like this:

    Tubbo screamed the words that became his goodbye. He can’t accept that Tommy is gone, because that would be accepting that the last words they exchanged were angry and intended to hurt. So he doesn’t accept it. He’ll search for years if he has to.

    Techno let Tommy leave without so much as trying to stop him. He’s replayed the memory of that night and wished he’d done anything else, until he thinks the guilt might be enough to destroy him. He thinks he might already be on his way there.

    And Quackity can’t help but feel like this is all just a bitter echo. This town is cursed, and Tommy is only its latest victim.


    ( the small town horror au where tommy goes missing and it all goes downhill from there! )

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    29 Dec 2021

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    "Let's go!" Quackity roared. "Let's fucking go!"

    The anvil dropped, and Techno reached for his totem of undying. This was going to hurt like a bitch.

    Phil screamed something, and instantly a crushing force struck Technoblade's skull. It rattled him to the core, doused his vision in red, and then all he knew was black.

    He gasped awake moments later to the sound of his communicator pinging softly at his bedside table, and when Technoblade opened his eyes, New L'manburg was nowhere in sight.

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    15 Jan 2021

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    Tommy was handed a small flyer in printed in black and white, with the words “POETRY NIGHT - OPEN MIC” splayed across the front in bubbled font. He fumbled with his binder as he took it, eyes wide as he said, “are you sure? I mean, I love poetry and all, but I don’t think-I’m not sure—what if I can’t write poetry?”

    Mr. Sam’s dark eyes softened, and he reached out to place a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Everyone has to start somewhere; every poet, from me to Rudy Francisco, started off without knowing a clue about what we were doing. Tommy, it’s not about if you can or cannot write poetry, it’s about if you want to.”

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    The performance poetry AU in which Tommy joins a slam team and finds a home in the arts.

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    26 Sep 2021