4 Works by skyemai
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The ship wasn’t designed for comfort.
It was a long, skeletal thing — cold metal corridors twisting through the void of space like veins through a corpse. Every hallway hummed with recycled air and the quiet buzz of ancient fluorescent lights. The walls were scuffed where boots had kicked, scratched where panic had clawed, and stained where something worse had happened. Outside, there was only black, a never-ending void of stars.
Inside, there was suspicion.
Every room had a purpose, yet every purpose was life or death.
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before the ice melts by skyemai for plantform, Drhair76
Fandoms: Dream SMP, Video Blogging RPF
08 Jul 2025
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The cold air of the rink cut sharply against Tommy's skin, a crisp reminder of the life he had carved out for himself—a world cloaked in blades, spins, and soaring jumps, where emotions often swirled just as chaotically as the snow from his skates.
He remembers long ago, when suddenly, showing up to practise twice a week, taking time off when he was ill, or too cold, or hurt, wasn't going to cut it anymore.
At thirteen, He bore the weight of prodigious expectations heavier than his young age should allow, his golden blonde hair tousled, the sparkle in his blue eyes dimming ever-so-slightly under the pressure.
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Tommy didn't always skate alone. A look into before the olympics, before SMP, before Tubbo and Ranboo. Back when Tommy was only thirteen and training got more intense than it had been and for a while, but he didn't always face the wrath of his coach alone.
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“What would you do if you could go outside, Wil?”.
Wilbur looked down at his white shoes, white like every other outfit they had. Mother had always worn the same long black dress with a white apron, and every kid had worn a white polo shirt with either white shorts, trousers, or a white skirt. The shoes were no different.
No one ever minded though, Since they didn't have magazines, phones, posters, or music they couldn't long for something they didn't have, right?
After a while of thinking, Wil looked back at Tommy and just shrugged.
“I don't know. What about you, Tommy?”.
His response was almost instant
“I’de ride a giraffe!”.
Techno groaned and fell back on the gate.
“Good luck.” He stated, sarcasticlly
“This gate.” After a while of silence, Wil reached out and softly grabbed the bar of the gate with one hand. “I wonder what its really keeping us protected from.”
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that one tpn/dsmp crossover fic