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Okay so so

The Dream SMP is exactly as it is.

A minecraft server that everybody plays on.

In that sense, everything is the same.

The only thing that makes this different then how the real world works is that Tommy is a foster child, and most of the houses he's been at have been pretty bad, abusing him mentally and physically

yes he has trauma
yes he covers it up when talking to friends and they all think he has a stable home

Anyway, most houses let him stream cause it brings in money and they don't want to be caught.

one day on stream, Phil reveals Kristin's visa was approved and they're both living in the UK. He offhandly mentions he'll be fostering some kids with the intent to adopt and expand family. He also wants older kids who can take care of themselves while Phil's streaming without barging in

The day arrives and phil goes to the door to meet the foster child and lo and behold it's Tommy!

Phil panicks and flops around like a dead fish before inviting Tommy in. Phil fosters Tommy and learns to love real Tommy as well as online Tommy, helps him deal with his trauma yada yada

then Wilbur shows up uninvited for a meetup with Phil and sees Tommy

You can finish it off however you want

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So so

Tommy is working at a Coffee shop

He actually kinda runs it

Here’s the thing-

It’s magical. But Tommy doesn’t know it.

Let’s say Wilbur comes in and orders something, right? And Tommy noticed how tired he looks, and thinks ‘I hope he gets a good nights sleep tonight.’ Then brews the drink, the drink would have to effect of Wilbur sleeping well.

Negative effects work as well.

The customers start to notice things, but Tommy still remains ignorant.

The approach him to ask about it and he has no clue.

You may finish this however you please

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Okay so so

Tommy has DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder)

His alters are
- Tubbo (Trauma Holder)
- Ranboo (Gatekeeper)
- Phil (Fictive, Caregiver)
- Techno (Fictive, Persecutor)
- Wilbur (Fictive, Protector)
- Cat (Protector)
- Mellohi (Co-Host)

Wilbur is on call with Tommy, and mentions something that causes one of the alters to front (maybe Mellohi?)

Wilbur then discusses it with Tommy and it ends with fluff.

In this universe, Tubbo and Ranboo don’t exist except as alters, like they’re not streamers or anything

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So so

Apparently Tommy canonically sung hallelujah to the plants outside the drug caravan

So soft tommyinnit

He plants flowers all around the Smp

The flower symbolism is used heavily

5 times Tommy used flowers to forgive+ 1 time he used to flowers to forget

So times he forgave people by planting flowers outside their house + 1 time he used a deadly flower to forget

(Only Wilbur knew he used to plant flowers)

After his death, everybody realizes Tommy was the one who was leaving the flowers

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So so

(Slightly inspired by Shiiff’s Series: Tommy, God Of Kindness) (go read it it’s really good)

Tommy dies as canon foretold

But then

XD, Kristin and Clara go screw this timeline

And adopt Tommy, work through his trauma.

Then Dream shows up to try and reincarnate Tommy but said gods say nope and kill Dream instead

MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, BODY MUTILATION TW

Actually no, they cut out his tongue and make him be a servant hunger game style

OKAY ITS OVER

Anyway Tommy realizes most of his connections on the sever were toxic, drops them all, says sayonara bitch then goes to vibe with the gods for all eternity

(Thanks to Shiiff’s works for the inspiration)

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Tubbo,

There was nothing you could’ve done to stop me, it was always inevitable. Don’t blame yourself. Move on with Ranboo and your son, Michael. I remember back in L’Manburg, I would sit among the flowers outside the caravan and sing to them. The lilies, the poppies, the alliums that were half my size.

I remember those days, when you were by my side and that’s all we needed.

Wilbur heard me singing one of those days. He took the flowers that were so precious to me and crushed them, saying they were too beautiful to live in the same world as people like us.

And those restless nights you were in Manburg and I lay in Pogtopia, I knew it wasn’t my time. It wouldn’t be for a long time.

Well, it’s been a long time.

Love,
TommyInnit
Your Brother Forever And Always

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So so

Tommy but he’s a Phoenix

We just be chilling in canon but then Tommy dies…

Or does he?

In the afterlife, he meets Wilbur and hangs out with his mother, Kristin, who explains that she’s the god of death, and that Tommy was her son.

Tommy comes back with flaming blue wings (BLUE FIRE IS STRONGER THEN ORANGE FIRE DEAL WITH IT) and a badass attitude

He goes nope to all the adults in the server, kills Dream (sends him to hell) and revokes Phil’s title as angel of death by yeeting the wings away.

Tubbo becomes the new angel of death because nukes and yes

The end

:)

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It had been a while.

This school had lasted much longer then the others, six full weeks.

Tommy wasn’t sure how much longer it could last.
There were hybrids, sure. People with scales, people with claws. People with extra eyes, people with ears.

None of them were quite like him. He was… unique.
Nothing externally visible, really. The only traits people could pick up on were enchanted speed and strength, a common skill.
The school was filled with hybrids, but Tommy was different.

He would always stand out

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Fire swam through the hallways, burning with a unmatched rage. Students had leaped out of the way, dashing for the exits. Tommy knew the students wouldn’t make it. The fire was too fast and the students too slow. They tried to run away. Not him though. Tommy stood his ground.

A determined expedition crossed his face.
Students yelled for him to move, but Tommy just smiled.

The fire was suddenly mixed with a ferocious blue flame, that slowly grew larger and larger. A fight for the lives of the school, a dance only two could play.

In the center of it all, Tommy stood, flaming feathers trailing ashes in his wake.

He wasn’t a hybrid.

He was a phoenix

A god of death, of rebirth, of life

And the god of life, would not let these people die today.

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my brother came up with a conspiracy theory about the Dream Smp so I’ll put it here:

“ what if Dream simpamp, bad and George were just all childhood friends and they played tag together and bad was it one time.

Then bad accidentally hit George to hard during tag which made him colorblind so that’s why bad is so nice because he never wants to hurt anyone again

But George has secretly been colorblind the entire time and was just too embarrassed to tell people.”

What do you think? We got the next flat-earth on our hands?

….

…..

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(Inspired by Greedy by Or3o I suggest listening to the song first for full experience)

So so

The Dream Smp is the world all the characters live in

Ranboo is part of Las Nevadas, and he’s the best dealer they have, but unlike everyone else he deals in souls, not money.

High stakes

He’s also ruthless.

One night, a stranger comes in begging for his friend’s soul

(Ranboo would later learn this guys name was Tubbo)

They strike a deal

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So so

Tommy can sew supremacy

So headcanon: every time he forms a bond with some- platonic or familial- he sews them something. A dark purple suit with light purple alliums on it for Ranboo, Tubbo’s bee sweater, a custom apron for Niki, a cape with gold embroidery for techno, Wilbur’s iconic shirt etc.

And every time they start to hate Tommy, the item is thrown out. Tommy always finds them on the ground but never knows why

So 5 times Tommy’s friends got rid of the gifts + 2 times Ranboo and Tubbo kept them

Angst or fluff

I suggest angst tho

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So so

Moobloom tommyinnit

Just that.

Here’s some ways you can take this:

1) Fluffy fic where Tommy wants to make flower crowns with Tubbo and grows a bunch of flowers around the L’Crater, covering the once war-torn land with beauty

2) Tommy’s trying to pretend he hates Ranboo, but since he’s a moobloom, flowers grow from his hair to show his emotions, and a yellow flower of friendship and a flower of adoration and admirement.

3) ooh angst time.
Tommy’s been forgotten by everyone. After he died in the prison, he faded from though. Tubbo moved on, living a full life with shared custody of Micheal. Ranboo still remembers Tommy, and divorced Tubbo once he scoffed at the thought of Tommy being a good person, even though he was. Every month, on the first day, a flower blooms in everybody’s yard. A single poppy. Ranboo gets alliums. Because while they’ve forgotten Tommy, Tommy hasn’t forgotten them

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So so

Transinnit
Because I like projecting

Male to Fem Non-Binary transition
(Yes it is a thing no I don’t care what you say)

So new name is Clementine or Clem, as seen everywhere. Yes feminine names can be used for Non-Binary people. They use they/her pronouns.

IRL Fic:

Tommy gets added to a trans group chat on accident, with anonymous people and nicknames. Tommy stays in the shadows, has a crisis, orders flags and a cool red plaid pleated skirt and white crop top.
They come out on stream and we find out the ‘anonymous people’ in the group chat were:
- Wilbur (Born Intersex, identifies as male)
- George (Enby)
- Quackity (ftm)
- Sam (ftm but has had surgery)
- Puffy (mtf, but has had surgery)
- Fundy (Ftm)

Might do more one shots in the same universe all things depending

(I might write this story if no one else does)

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So so

Hanahaki AU

Everything’s canon

Including the accidental emotion abuse from Tubbo towards Tommy

Tommy has always loved fiercely, but others do not return the favor always.

First it was the flowers from Wilbur, long ago. Poisonous petals that choked his throat, blue baby’s breath that slowly blossoms.

Next, it was Phil and Techno’s. Pink Orchids that grew slowly, winding their way around Tommy’s lungs.

Niki’s was next, bluebells winding up through Tommy’s ribs, grasping hold around his heart.

Slowly, the rest came. Poppies for Dream, because after all this time, Tommy still loved him. Gladiolus for Sapnap, Valerian for George.

Tommy’s lungs were chock full of flowers, but at least he still had Tubbo.

One day, everyone would go to Tommy’s house to confront him and see the floor littered with flowers of all kind, and there in the center lay the boy covered in dust, a Lily Of The Valley poking out of his mouth. Tubbo knew the flower was his.

And Niki would sob, and Phil would hide, and Techno would fight and Jack would sit in shock, but nothing would change. Tommy was dead because he loved them too much, and they didn’t love him back.

Baby’s Breath- Symbolizes brotherly love, grows slowly but dies easily

Pink Orchids- Symbolize Royalty and Admiration

Bluebells- They thrive in the shadows, and symbolize Kindness

Poppies- Symbolize Grief, Death and Resurrection

Gladiolus- symbolizes strength and adventure

Valerian- used in sleeping sedatives

Lily Of The Valleys- Represent Youthfulness and joy, lethal when swallowed

I love Tommy angst and flower language

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So so

AU where Tommy and Tubbo have shared ownership of a dog named Clara.

They both try to train Clara bad habits just to piss the other off

That’s it.

That’s the AU.

One short chapter one long one today

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(Okay I think I have a problem- I can only write Tommy angst. Also! Each paragraph is alternating Tommy/Tubbo.)

TW: Suicide Mentions

Tommy sat, feet dangling. The world was small below him. The prison, Snowchester, Niki’s bakery. Ranboo. Tubbo. He inhaled sharply, before speaking softly.

“I stand here on an island in my mind,
Two sides.” His voice cracked, the became smoother as he continued singing.
“One with broken memories the other, sweet lies.
It’s been a long long time.”

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Tubbo stood up at the podium, eyes glistening with tears. He cleared his throat before singing softly.
“We used to run through dark green glades, and We used to sit down in the shade.
And I just wish I could see you again
Before I left you for a friend.”

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Tommy’s eyes glazed over.
“If you wonder which side is which,
Look in my eyes and make your pick.
I’ve been standing here a long long time.
The line between the living start to fade
And you stand here, on this day.
You sit here and just accuse me
Accuse the one who’s slowly dy-ing.” His voice faded out.

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Tubbo smiled sadly, tears dripping down his cheeks.
“We sat together on the tire swing
Sitting in the summer breeze
The bees fluttered around
Hovering, not quite on the ground
And you said this one’s a lot like me
I think I know what you mean.”

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Blue skies, white clouds, hovering above with doubt.
“And a long time ago Dream said
‘It’s not your time to die quite yet’
Well it’s been quite a bit
I’ve played my part and tried to fit”

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Dark gray clouds and misty skies, resembling those who start to cry.
“You’ve played your part to the T,
I just wish you could stay with me
But I see the call of the sea
And I know I have to let you be.”

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“I stand here, on an island in my mind
Two sides.
One with broken memories the other, sweet lies
And if you wonder which is which, look into my eyes and make your pick…”

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“You’re gone, but I never said my goodbye
I never stopped to say hi,
Or give a wave or if I stayed
By your side for the last days…” Tubbo trailed off as it began raining.

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Both boys began singing, sobs interspersed with the words.
“I look into your eyes and see, just us, just you and me. The world is so cruel nowadays, I just wish that you could stay. Back in the forests filled with shade, back when we used to play. But it’s been a long long time.”

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So so

Tommy goes fuck this shit, leaves the SMP with Tubbo and starts the Pastel Cafe

They make brownies and cookies and hot coco for each other on bad days.

They know all the customer’s faces and names, and the customers love the duo. The asthetic walls were surprisingly Tommy’s doing.

Also tommy is MTF and only realizes it three years after they start the cafe. Goes by Clem. (They proudly display a pride flag in the window. It fits the pastel vibe well)

Soon, the two celebrate their 25th birthday’s together, with the cafe they’ve matured with.

Ranboo eventually shows up, as they left before he joined the SMP, and they quickly become close friends. They’re all part of a QPR and vibe

Some DSMP members walk in, and don’t recognize the trio.

Clem takes their orders kindly, offering them an olive branch for she’s forgiven them.

They start talking about the SMP, and mentioned that Wilbur was revived, and that he was trying to find ‘Tommy’

Soon, they look at Clem and ask if they’ve seen her before. She says yes, winks at them, does a hair flip and leaves.

That’s it.

No dramatic returning unless you want to.

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So so

Tommy’s been revived, but something’s….. off

He’s doesn’t have the energy to put up a facade today

(Don’t worry I won’t curse you with angst again)

Everyone panics, but Sam knows what happened in exile, hell, Dream wouldn’t stop talking about it.

Sam tells the rest of the server to fuck off, hops on his perosnal creative server and invites Tommy.

He learns Tommy is actually really really good at building, and they bond. (Sam also calls in Puffy for therapy) (They’re platonic friends your honor) they help him to heal

One day Sam lets Tommy do a show and tell of his builds to Tubbo

Tubbo accuses him of lying but Tommy’s come to terms with his own self-worth and sees Tubbo’s accidental emotional abuse towards him and calls him out.

He gives Tubbo puffy’s information before leaving

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So so,

In a dog eat dog world, Tommy is born a cat.

So you’ve all heard the idiom: It’s a dog eat dog world, right? And I was thinking and went that would make a cool prompt

So, everybody is a dog hybrid, different species, breeds, purebreds, mutts, all that

(Yes some people refuse to let their purebred kids mingle with the mixed breed children. Fantasy racism am I right chat?)

One day, Tommy, a cat hybrid is born.

He tries to hide it, but I mean instincts are at play and it’s really hard to hide the insatiable urge to bat the yarn you’re using for knitting or fall asleep in a really small space

But anyway, he also has an off button if you scratch right behind his left ear.

The SBI has happened, the SMP exists, but everyone is a dog hybrid. Well, except Tommy that is.

The Brighton meet up happens, Wilbur rushes towards Tommy, and Tommy does the same. Wilbur pulls off Tommy’s beanie (Tommy’s hair is fluffy enough to hide ears) and ruffles Tommy’s hair.

Tommy fucking melts like an ice cube

Everybody’s confused, Phil pushes back his hair, figures it out and Tommy accidentally farms awwws

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So so

My friend told me Sapnap angst

So song fic This song is Lost Boy by Ruth B. (Yes the lyrics I changed still rhyme stfu)

Tw: Hallucination, Implied Death

So….

There was a time when I was alone
No where to go and no place to call home,
My only friend was the man in the moon
And even sometimes he would go away too

Sapnap had lived on the streets for most of his life. His parents had left him on the side of the road for dead. They said being born without the magick blaze hybrids normally had would kill him, and they wanted nothing to do with this weak, pathetic boy.

Then one night, as I closed my eyes,
I saw a shadow flying high
He came to me with the sweetest smile
Told me he wanted to talk for a while

One day, Sapnap had been at the playground, he always went there because nobody would kick him out. There, he saw a young boy in a lime green hoodie and a paper-plate mask. The boy explained he had bad burns from an accident, so he wore the mask to cover it up. Sapnap wasn't sure how to fee.

He said The Masked Man, that's what they call me
I promise that you'll never be lonely
And ever since that day...

"I'm Dream." He reached out his hand, and cautiously, Sapnap accepted it with a small smile. Maybe this family would stay.

I am a Feral Boi from Essempi
Usually hanging out with George and Dream
And when we're bored we play in the Woods
Always on the run from those who took

And Dream didn't have family either, it was just him and Sapnap. Then a slightly older boy with a crisp accent and a deficency in cone cells, as he phrased it. And then a cheerful brunette with a color-block sweater, pulling along a boy in dark blue, who was grumbling angrily to his duck plush.

Run run Feral Boi, they say to me
Away from all of reality
Essempi is home to feral bois like me
And feral bois like me are free
Essempi is home to Feral bois like me
And lost boys like me are free

The escape from reality that was his friends stayed. And they all grew closer, and they all kept getting older. By now, many were around 10. Nothing had changed though, they were still those 6 year old boys from so many years ago who trusted blindly.

He sprinkled me in pixie dust and told me to believe
Believe in him and believe in me
Together we will fly away in a cloud of green
To your beautiful destiny

And they would get weird looks out in public, and people would ask Sapnap if he was okay. He'd always respond with "yes of course." The adults would nod, before glancing over their shoulder. And Dream would soar into the air using swirls of green magick just to make Sapnap giggle.

As we soared above the town that never loved me
I realized I finally had a family
Soon enough we reached Neverland
Peacefully my feet hit the sand and ever since that day...

One night, Spanap had fallen asleep on the bench, hunger pains wracking his stomache. When he awoke, he wasn't in Kinoko, instead on a beach with towering trees surrounding it. Waving and chattering in the center were his friends.

I am a Feral Boi from Essempi
Usually hanging out with George and Dream
And when we're bored we play in the Woods
Always on the run from those who took
Run run Feral Boi, they say to me
Away from all of reality

And here Sapnap was happier then he'd ever been. Even though it was just him and his friends, that was all he needed. He never got hunger pains anymore, nor muscle aches. He could just lay in the sun with his friends, a smile on his face.

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"Will he ever wake up?"

"I'm... not sure. He appears to have a fractured skull, and from what we can tell he already had pre-existing hallucinations as a trauma reaction. Bringing him here was the right thing to do though."

 "I just wish there was more I could do."

"Don't we all?"

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So so

Gays, gals and non-binary pals

It’s demon Tommy time

So, Tommy has red horns, a tail that has a surprisingly fluffy tip. He also has glow-in-the-dark eyes. However, there are downsides. He occasionally gets murderous and has to just get over it. It occurs monthly, and the mood swings are insane. He has to lock himself in his room with a fluffy blanket so he doesn’t kill anyone.

Anywayyyy he also has to follow people’s commands if they figure out his summoning ritual. He shared it with Tubbo willingly, because he trusts him.

Wilbur and Dream have both figured it out and used it to abuse and manipulate Tommy.

It’s chanting “Auferetur ab eis qui latent, ut illa hida illa de caelo: qui vocat ea quae est quasi unus ex nobis, sed non possunt mori. " (it’s in Latin) (go ahead and translate if you want) and then crumbling up a wither rose with Lily of the valleys (to represent how Tommy’s youth and innocence was poisoned with manipulation and fear)

Every time Tommy adds someone to his ‘Summoning’ (family) an item gets added to the summoning ritual. So on top of the previous items, an allium and music disc would also need to be sacrificed.

Tommy isn’t proud to be a demon, he’s been raised to fear himself. He knows he’s dangerous, and for the longest time tried to distance himself so nobody else would get hurt.

But when the time comes, Tommy’s proud to know he can defend his friends, even if it costs his life, Tubbo and Ranboo would live.

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So so
Tommy writes poetry. Nobody else knows, it’s his coping method.

It tells tales of loss, buds of depression waiting to bloom, the red strings of manipulation wrapped around Tommy.

One day, Tommy brings his poetry notebook to therapy with Puffy. It’s worn, with a dark red faux leather cover and tear-stained paper.

Tommy leaves it open, an invitation for Puffy to read it. This one is titled “Cost Of Freedom”

“Red blades and black shoes
One body turns to two
Taken by the sands of time
No one left to hear their whines

And when the inevitable dusk of man
Approaches like a marching band
Loud bells and laughing jeers
Across the bodies in the fields

Littered with nobles and servants alike
Spears in their hearts, heads on pikes
There’s seven magpies in the sky.
Seven secrets left to die.”

(A bit of a reference to the one for sorrow poem used for foreshadowing)

Puffy sees that poetry is how Tommy shows his feelings, and responds in the same form.

“Freedom’s cost is quite high
Half-mast flags against the sky
Flames scattered across the ground
Hopes destroyed all around

But in the midst of battle, red blades
Lies a boy who’s seen much at an early age
When the dust and smoke has cleared
There’s only he left to hear

Molded to the perfect soldier
Made with a smirk and a smolder
Needs support, wanted or not
Because life as he knows it has begun to rot”

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So so

Karl Jacobs isn’t losing his memory in this one. He travels to the future, and sees Tommy die too early in every timeline. So he kidnaps him after exile

Tommy is still traumatized but Karl is a safe adult he trusts (for the most part) and goes along with it

Tommy becomes Karl’s apprentice and they traverse the timeline.

They:
- Stop Passerine!Tommy from dying
- Help VOS!Tommy with his apparent alcohol problem
- Orders Trans!Tommy a skirt when she doesn’t have the courage to
- Helps CC!Tommy get that date
Etc;

But they travel across all sorts of multiverses, you can pick your faves to include

One day, Tommy returns to his timeline to see statues and monuments of him, and finds out that Dream took credit for his death.

Because Main Character, Tommy is more powerful then Karl at this point, and puts Dream in a time loop of George rejecting him and telling him how disgusted he was with Dream’s actions.

So :)

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Life and death is a balance, a game
Alternating black and white
A chessboard
On one side of the board, a little girl with skin as dark as the sea, a red raincoat to protect her
And on the other a tall person with sharp shadows on his face and a cloak that covers him.
One is life, the other is death
And the girl makes a move, sliding a pawn across the board.
The other figure smiles, before making their move
But this isn’t your ordinary game of chess, no
This is a game for the life of a 17-year old boy.
These games between the two are played more often then they should be
And the game continues
“Who’s at fault in this world? It certainly isn’t him.” The young girl argues
“Maybe not, little one.” He agrees. “But he no longer wants to stay in that very same world. We should honor that.”
“But he could do so much. The potential is incredible.”
And a timeline begins to unravel in front of them. He traces his finger along the glimmering line.
“He goes on to become an activist, and changes people’s world with his words.”
The girl slid her knight
“Their knight in shining armor.”

The man shakes his head, moving the bishop.
“But that’s one timeline. In millions of others, he doesn’t make it past this.”
“It’s not his fault!” The girl cries desperately.
The man gives her a sad smile.
“But that’s how this world works, how it goes around.” He waved away the timeline. “It always has, you know this.”

The girl stood up defiantly, pushing her chair back. “And I will always push back against it.” She turned away from the chessboard as the man studied the board for a minute. “Checkmate.” He spoke solemnly.

Life and death is a balance, a game
Alternating black and white
A chessboard
On one side of the board, a little girl with skin as dark as the sea, a red raincoat that’s done nothing to protect her
And on the other a tall person with sharp shadows on his face and a cloak that covers him from the truth
One is life, the other is death.
Life always has been better at chess than she was

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So so

Why is there no fiancée fluff
Like the three of them are so wholesome?
Like take the content that’s basically handed to you

Anyway 5+1 fluff no angst for once

5 times Quackity did things for his lovers, and one time they did something for him

1. Quackity helps Karl paint his nails
2. Quackity helps Sapnap and Karl build a koi fish pond
3. Quackity helps Sapnap get his anger out in a controlled environment
4. Quackity and Sapnap help Karl with his spotty memory
5. Quackity cooking a full English breakfast for the other two

+1
The two help preen Quackity’s duck wings, and in typical style it has to be that sort of thing where the person being preened melts at the action

Fluff!

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So so
I’ve got a bit of a depressing one today

It’s a song-fic, to “In Case You Don’t Live Forever” by Ben Platt, listen to it for full effect

Tommy’s dying soon. He knows it. He was born with a blood disease. He’s surprised he made it this long actually.

But he hasn’t told any of his friends.

So he calls them all on discord and when they pick up, he pulls out a guitar and sings it to them while reflecting on all the happy memories they’ve had together.

Tears are streaming down his face as he gives them a sad smile before hanging up the discord call once and for all.

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So so
Tommy owns a cafe
Because yes

And of course business is booming because of his “charming personality”
Except all his customers are vigilantes, heroes and villains.
And so far, none have met. Also Tommy is clueless that this is happening

And one day, Mask and Phantom have just had a huge battle.

And then Wilbur and Dream both come in horribly injured

Rest us up to you

Wilbur- Villan
Alliance: SBI
Name: Phantom
Power: Phasing

Phil- Villan
Alliance: SBI
Name: Harpy
Power: Wings, Mimicry

Techno- Villan
Alliance: SBI
Name: Battlecry
Power: Strength, enhanced agility

Foolish- Villan
Alliance: Las Nevadas
Name: Emerald
Power: Can summon and manipulate precious metals

Quackity- Villan
Alliance: Las Nevadas
Name: (no idea)
Power: Wings, Luck control

Charlie- Vigilante
Alliance: Las Nevadas
Name: Slimecicle
Power: can melt any substance with his goo

Ranboo- Vigilante
Alliance: Bee duo
Name: Enderwalk
Power: Teleportation, Main Character Energy

Tubbo- Vigilante
Alliance: Bee Duo
Name: Bumblebee
Power: summon nukes

Hannah- Vigilante
Alliance: None
Name: Rosethorn
Power: Plant manipulation

Karl- Vigilante
Alliance: None
Name: Kronos
Power: Time Travel

Niki- Vigilante
Alliance: None
Name: Toxin
Power: Controls poison and liquids (including blood)

Dream- Hero
Alliance: Dream Team
Name: Mask
Power: ???

Sapnap- Hero
Alliance: Dream Team
Name: Pyro
Power: Fire. Just Fire.

George- Hero
Alliance: Dream Team
Name: Spore
Power: Can absorb toxins and smoke by growing mushrooms, can also cause hallucinations and poison

Puffy- Hero
Alliance: None
Name: Captain
Power: Water Manipulation/ Badass

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So so

I love projecting, don’t you?

So we get Asexual Biromantic Clementine (Trans Tommy)

Clementine is comfortable with being trans and bi

This is the story of how she realized she wasn’t broken

Wilbur is vibing writing songs, the usual, when Clementine (17) questions the lyrics

Wilbur is confused, I mean the lyrics are pretty self explanatory

Clem explains that it just doesn’t make sense? Like sure you can like someone, but isn’t it kinda weird to want to have s*x outside of impregnagation?

Wilbur explains that no, this is a pretty normal thing and Clem thinks she’s broken

Hint: She’s not

Wilbur leads her to the great World Wide Web and help her figure out that no, she’s not broken, she’s asexual

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So so
Platonic A/B/O fic
PLATONIC MIND YOU
(Is this a repost? Have I already done this? I have no idea)

So Tommy’s just vibin right? This is after the whole death thing. Tubbo’s presented as a Beta and Ranboo as an Alpha

Tommy however, has not presented
This does not last long

So here’s a list of the (non-sexual ugh why do I have to specify) symptoms and instincts Tommy has to deal with while presenting:
- Nesting
- Need for pack (may include dead Wilbur)
- Has to deal with his new strawberry lemonade scent
- Unable to kinda move out of nest
- Has to deal with Tubbo and Ranboo’s instincts insisting the scent and take care of him

Again COMPLETELY NON SEXUAL
AT ALL
DEAL WITH IT
OR BE DEALT WITH

Tag suggestions:
Non-Tradition A/B/O Dynamics
A/B/O Dynamics
Omega TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF
Beta Tubbo (Video Blogging RPF)
Alpha Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF)
nesting
presenting
scenting
Soft TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)
Protective Tubbo (Video Blogging RPF)

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So so
God!Tommy AU
(This is more of a one-shot but feel free to run with it)

There were all sorts of gods. The big ones of course, the gods of life (Mumza), death (Phil), all that. There were the other important ones, like the god of the over world (Tubbo) and the god of the End (Ranboo)

And then there was Tommy.
He was barely considered a god, being one of the more gentle ones with limited power.
Tommy was the god of the little things

The way the dewdrops paint themselves on a spiderweb, the way the rain makes the air smell crisp, a deep breath on a late night.

Of small kindnesses, a smile at a stranger or a wave to a worker. Of the way abandoned subway’s at night seem sacred, a safe place to scream away your worries.

The way the sound of a train on train tracks brings a sense of peace

Tommy is the god of the little things
He can’t create miracles like the others, and many underestimate him
But Tommy is the god of the little joys in life, and for him, that is all he needs to be

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So so
The origins SMP has been abandoned
We all know this
But Sneeg stayed

Everybody left, one after the other, slowly forgetting.

Sneeg still lives there. Calls it the Sneeg SMP and pretends like everything’s okay.

Pretends that everybody didn’t abandon this server to move onto shiner, newer things.

Sneeg sits there, among the now towering builds. News of a Trial SMP with many of the same members trickle in. Sneeg can’t abandon the Orgins SMP. After all, it’s home.

Moving on like everyone else isn’t easy
And so Sneeg will forever sit, waiting for the friends that will never return

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Shout out to the song September
Y’know the one that goes “do you remember the 21st night of September

Well guys gals and non-binary pals, today is the 21st night of September

So so

Bunny Hybrid Tommy.

Yes.

Traits:
Binkying- clicking heels together when excited
Rolling around in blankets
Energetic
Golden Carrots are godly
Long floppy ears
Melts when you pet said ears
Has a little fluffy tail
Nose twitches
Thumping

JUST YES

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Dear TommyInnit,

Do you ever feel like you're watching someone else?
I mean obviously, I'm me, I'm Tommy.
But sometimes I feel so disconnected from the world around me that it feels like I'm reading someone else's story.
Just an actor.
Honestly, that's all I ever am.
An actor pretending they truly are the character.
I pretend I'm TommyInnit! A brash, loud, lovably annoying teenager.
They don't see that I'm actually just Tommy. A kid who knows he needs help but is too scared to ask for it.
I sit under trees at dusk. I sing songs to try and reassure myself that everything will be okay.
I'm too much of a coward to take my own life.
The only thing stopping me is how heartbroken my family would be. I don't want that for them.
And of course I need help, but I'm too afraid to admit it because everybody sees me as this bright, cheerful person.
They wouldn't believe me.
Have you ever watched Dear Evan Hansen?
I think the two of us are very similar.
Puffy suggested I write these letters just like he did.
I think it's quite poggers.
He also tried to kill himself.
That just means he's braver than I.

Sincerely,
Me

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So so
Tommy band AU

But it's just him and an acoustic guitars

And all his songs are Cavetown songs, because in this AU they're his songs
We have This Is Home, Boys Will Be Bugs, Lemon Boy, Juliet, Home and Devil Town (all great songs 10/10 go check them out)

He was adopted by Phil at age 13, back when he still had hope
He made friends with Tubbo at 13, back when joy lit up his eyes
He met Purpled and Ranboo at 15, back when love was alive
He lost them all at 16, when he took off the mask

Tubbo, Purpled, Ranboo and Tommy had had a band called 'Devil Town' (inspiration for one of his songs)
When Tommy revealed he was clinically depressed, the kicked him out of the band.
And he started his own band.

Devil Town: About the old band, and how it was the only thing holding him apart until eventually even that fell into pieces
This is Home: About the foster care system, and how the trauma from it really messed him up
Lemon Boy: A metaphor for how he met Tubbo, and they grew closer, and looking back on those memories how he wished they would return
Boys Will Be Bugs: About the spiral into depression fueled by bullying, 'joking' teasing, and leaving him alone
Juliet: Tommy expressing that he needed help, but had nobody to turn to, and those he thought he could had receded

Tommy goes onto AGT because it's a bit more popular that BGT. Judges are Eret, Schlatt and Punz
Tommy gets a golden buzzer, ends up winning

Cut to epilogue: It's a high school reunion ten years later and everyone is back

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so so

I'M BACK HERE WITH ANOTHER SONG
(The entire Amnesia and Memories stanza, each line is sung like "We made friends between screens" from Life By The Sea)(also none of the notes are paticullarly held out so hopefully you can get a sense for how it's supposed to sound.) (Last part is also pretty slow and wistful)

And it's a Ghostbur song bc I miss him
Anyway here it is:

Cerulean :

Oh don’t you miss the days 

With sunlight and flowers from away

Oh don’t you miss the blue

Gifted from me to you

And don’t you miss our talks

And don’t you miss my walks

Oh don’t you forget miss

After Alivebur died

I was always there by your side

With a flower and a smile

To make you happy for a while

I didn’t have any recollection 

I didn’t have any connections

But I knew it was made to be

Just you and me

Amnesia and memories

Exiles across the seas

Blue sheep and prophecies 

It was never meant to be’s

Indigo dye on our hands

You say no one understands 

Together we claimed our land 

We flew a flag up in the sky

Called it Logstedshire, I

Said that it would always stand

As long as we were hand in hand

Oh don’t you miss the days

With sunlight and flowers from away

Oh don’t you miss the blue

Gifted from me to you

And don’t you miss our talks

And don’t you miss my walks

Oh don’t you miss me

And the train rolls by

Like it has every day

And the little reader board likes to say

“I’m glad that suckers finally gone.”

“I wanted Wilbur back all along.”

“Ghostbur’s gone. Okay? 

“I never liked him anyway”

But the thing that hurts the most

Are the ones with Tommy and the ghost

“Oh Ghostbur why can’t you see, 

you’re the only thing holding me.

Wilbur’s back up to his tricks

And I’m burning up like a candle wick.”

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I actually decided to sing the song from previous chapter?
Ignore my bad voice

Might add a music track and post it to Spotify?

Would you guys actually listen to it?

Anyway

https://youtu.be/1RI2-ihfWls

(PSSST: If you like it you can go ahead and drop a sub)

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So so
Kinda a crack fic buuuuuuttt

So Tommy works at Denny’s.
No this is not negotiable

He’s the only one who works the night shift, (aside from kitchen staff)

And one night, Wilbur walks in sobbing and tearfully orders the Christmas reindeer chocolate chip pancake special thing

Tommy has to tell him that that’s a winter thing and it’s currently mid summer

Wilbur sobs more and spills life story

Tommy sits there with his Dead Inside Staff Glare TM

Every night after that, Wilbur comes back to the Denny’s

Soon, they become practically brothers and seeing Wilbur is the highlight of Tommy’s day

Then one day, Wilbur doesn’t show up
Panic starts
This continues for one week, and Tommy is worried out of his mind

Wilbur shows up after a week, bloodstains and scars and bruises

He has a tired expression on his face, and empty excuses for Tommy.

Tommy is determined to get to the bottom of this.
But that’s an issue for another day. Right now, Wilbur needed help

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So so

Kinda singer AU/ Coffee Shop AU?

A story told in sentences starting with T and R:

Ranboo is a world famous pop star (uwu)

Tubbo is the biggest fan of his music

Ranboo also wears a mask on stage

Tubbo works at a cafe to fuel his Ranboo addiction

Ranboo soon becomes a regular at the cafe

Tubbo platonically falls in love with Ranboo

Ranboo is working on a song in the cafe

Tubbo sees him and thinks Ranboo works for him

Ranboo is actually the singer but can’t tell Tubbo

Tubbo keeps pressuring him, then finds out

Ranboo panics

Tubbo then reveals that he is ALSO a IN pop star

They do collab

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So so

Kinda singer AU/ Coffee Shop AU?

A story told in sentences starting with T and R:

Ranboo is a world famous pop star (uwu)

Tubbo is the biggest fan of his music

Ranboo also wears a mask on stage

Tubbo works at a cafe to fuel his Ranboo addiction

Ranboo soon becomes a regular at the cafe

Tubbo platonically falls in love with Ranboo

Ranboo is working on a song in the cafe

Tubbo sees him and thinks Ranboo works for him

Ranboo is actually the singer but can’t tell Tubbo

Tubbo keeps pressuring him, then finds out

Ranboo panics

Tubbo then reveals that he is ALSO a IN pop star

They do collab

A story told in sentences starting with T and R

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Wow guys!
It’s been a bit.

For 6.5k hits, I’m going to be doing a bit of an intro!

I’m RulerOfThePronouns
I use all pronouns, including neopronouns, however try to switch it up instead of using one set
(Also Cassflux)

I’m aro ace, and sell LGBTQ+ merchandise at local fairs

I’m a minor, so be respectful please

I enjoy writing (duh), drawing, video editing and reading

I have lots of mental health issues but pfffft time to ignore them

I love writing poetry and reading it

Hopefully a couple Halloween chapters coming up soon!

See you later guys, ladies and non-binary daisies (and anyone who’s pinging around elsewhere in the gender-sphere)

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So so
Happy Halloween y’all!

Tommy loved Halloween. It was the only time he could dress up as a guy in front of his family. He could wear jeans and a t-shirt instead of a dress. And, on top of that, free candy!

Tubbo hated Halloween. His dad would take him to work parties, show him off like some sort of trophy. He would sit in the corner until some older guy came over and tried to talk to him alone.

Ranboo had never experienced Halloween before. He had been stuck in an abusive household since age three. Only recently was he relocated. He was certainly excited to see what the hype was about.

Three teens, one night.

Tommy bounced along the sidewalk, his family long gone in the distance, not concerned with his safety at all. It didn’t matter though, because Tommy was thrilled to be out in public wearing something that he liked. Lost in his own thoughts, Tommy didn’t notice when a young boy in green approached him, small horns curling out of the top of his head.

“Heyo!” Tommy jumped at the voice “I’m Tubbo.”
Tommy looked around awkwardly, looking for an exit. Unfortunately, Tubbo had practically cornered him.

“I uhh I- I’m Tommy.” He replied, tripping over his words.
“Nice to meet you, boss man.”
Gender euphoria? Yup there it is.
“Nice to meet you too, Tubbo?”
“Want to walk with me?”
Tommy hesitated, before nodding.

Ranboo stood at the front door . He wasn’t wearing much, just a cheap crown, but it was enough. It wasn’t there. Deeply inhaling, he opened the door.
And was promptly punched in the face.

“Tommy!” A voice hissed “That’s a person.”
“I WAS STARTLED OKAY?”

Ranboo stood there awkwardly, looking down at the two significantly shorter boys.
One was naturally blonde, with a softer face shape, and a few feathers in his hair.
The other had a blonde wig that was badly applied and showed his natural brunette color clearly. He had small horns peeking through his wig.

“Hey, uhh Tommy here is sorry for punching you,…. What’s your name again?”
“Ranboo.”
“I’m Tubbo, and this here is Tommy. Do you want to go trick-or-treating with us? I’m just kidding you don’t have a choice.”
Tubbo grabbed Ranboo’s wrist and dragged him out the door roughly.

Later that night, the boys would exchange numbers.
They would sort their candy out together.
They would soon become inseparable
Ranboo was the one to order Tommy his first binder
Tubbo was the one to offer Ranboo a safety button if he ever felt unsafe
Tommy was the one to teach them both self-defense skills.
They were no longer alone, but now a trio.

Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo couldn’t wait for next Halloween, together.

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So so

ENDERMAN HYBRID TOMMY SUPREMACY

This is more headcanons about Ender!Tommy that you could use in a 5+1 fluff

- Cobblestone is his comfort block like grass is for Ranboo

- Tommy gets those good old ‘haunting’ instincts, AKA Must Protect Fam

- Enderwalk state of clingyness and non-verbal

- Enderman vwoops! Tommy doesn’t know they mean things like ‘safe’ and ‘family’, he just says them on instinct. Ranboo does know what they mean

- Tommy realizes he has to lava bucket clutches instead of water bucket

- Ranboo and Tommy entwine their tails as a show of love and companionship

LETS MAKE THIS A COMMON TAG PEOPLE
TAG YOUR WORKS WITH
(Even if it’s just a background detail in an overall work. Tag it.)

Enderman Hybrid TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

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Dream loomed over Tommy, face drawn taunt.

"Tommy."

Tommy's voice quivered as he responded. "D-Dream?"

Dream whipped out a shovel, digging a six-foot deep hole.

The exact depth of a grave.

Tommy shivered, staring up at Dream's cold, cruel eyes.
They glittered like an icicle, beautiful but deadly. And if you looked too long, you know you'd melt with it.

Dream walked slowly towards the hole, a small round object in his hands.
He sneered.

"Wow, Tommy. How the mighty have fallen. And to think, you once considered yourself a hero."

"I n-never wanted to be a... a h-"

"A hero? Well, Tommy, It's much too late for that. You've already played your part. In the wise words of The Blade, 'You want to be a hero Tommy? Then die like one!" On the last word, Dream rose to his full height, cackling.

He reached over grabbing a dog and yeeting it into the hole. With one swift motion, he chucked the bomb into the hole, turning around.

Shadows cast heavily, framing his high cheekbones.

Tommy stood, confused, one eyebrow raised.

"Dream?"

"Yes? I'm surprised you aren't sick with pain yet."

"That- that was a stuffed animal, Dream. I uhh sewed a life-sized plushie."

"I-"

"Great job, you murdered a stuffed animal. What a villain."

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So so
I, for one, love OP but doesn’t know it Tommy
Cause his character deserves it

So, Tommy’s a god, but not just any god, no. He’s the god of life, of creation, of happiness

Andddddd he doesn’t know it

This is a super vague prompt, but here are some ways you COULD take it:
- Dream kills Tommy and it doesn’t work
- Dream kills Tommy but then Tommy comes back having unlocked full potential
- Ignore Canon, Fluffy SBI hurt/comfort fic
- Ignore Canon, Fluffy Bench Trio fic
- Any other way you want!

As always, if you use any of these prompts, mark it as inspired by this one and then drop the link!

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So, so
Gotta love those DNF AU’s

This one, though, follows a slightly similar path to the last prompt as in the sense that it’s a god AU

NotFound is an immortal being. He’s been running the world for billions of years, from the fungi, to the welcoming sleep of death, it’s been his domain.

He stumbles across a minuscule human, one who uses the title of Speedrunner, part of a group who tries to kill his sacred dragon over and over for a medal.

This Speedrunner though, stops before entering the end. He places down a small basket with mushrooms and flowers and herbs for sleeping draughts and mumbles a quick offering to NotFound to forgive him for killing this dragon

NotFound is intrigued at the very least

He later goes down and investigates.

(He’s very aloof btw)

He finds out the Speedrunner’s name is Dream, who proceeds to give him the name of George

George and Dream
NotFound and the Speedrunner
Enemies to lovers

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So so
I need Fiancé fluff after Quackity’s stream
Here’s some ideas if you also need this serotonin boost

High School AU- Karl is a shy responsible student, who ends up in detention unexpectedly where he meets the charming Sapnap and the humorous, sleazy Quackity. It doesn’t take much until Karl finds himself falling for these idiots

Coffee Shop AU: Sapnap works at a coffee shop, with two regulars. Karl, who always orders his caramel Frappuccino, extra caramel. And Quackity, who orders the most random combination of ingredients he can think of every time he comes in. Soon, Sapnap finds out the two are dating and can’t help but feel left out, but they love him just as much as they love each other

IRL(ish) AU- (they’re both streamers, but Karl only hangs out with the beast gang) Quackity is a lawyer for a famous law firm, having gotten hired after college. Karl approaches him, stuck in a lawsuit from a greedy corporation filed again the Beast Gang. Meanwhile, Sapnap is the poor secretary hired for the greedy company. They all have to work together to win the lawsuit, and soon find themselves falling for each other
(Ft. BAMF Quackity)

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So so
We’re going to be doing a prompt advent calendar!
Every day until Christmas, I’ll be posting a Christmas/Holiday themed prompt

Today’s will be…
DNF!

You know those Winter Wonderland things meant for kids where all the staff wear like elf costumes?
Yeah.
George works there. In his defense, it pays pretty well. Like $20 an hour isn’t the greatest on the planet, but for a college student, not horrible. And as George was realizing, not at all worth it. In the first day alone he had 12 kids kick his shins, 8 who slobbered on him and over 30 who whined like no tomorrow. George is pretty sure he hates Christmas.

Dream loves Christmas. All the beautiful lights, and hot cocoa. It’s his favorite time of year, and his work gives him the holiday season off. Everyone is happier, and the music is on point.

One day, Dream is exploring the town with Drista when he spots the Winter Wonderland. Eagerly, he pulls Drista towards the entrance, manned by an unenthusiastic George.

Dream thinks it’s meant to be, the cutest boy ever, working at his favorite place

George is more skeptical, but slowly finds himself falling for this energetic character

They go on dozens of dates (think hallmark movies, cookie decorating, cuddles, ice skating etc.)

A year later, boyfriends George and Dream reminisce about how they met

Five years in the future, Dream proposes in the very place they met.
George accepts.

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So so
Y’all ready for Day 2?
It’s crew boys time

Ready for a bit more of a fantasy AU?

George and Sapnap gave up on Christmas long ago. Without family, there was no point. All that happened was a few days off from work

Quackity is a firm believer in Christmas, despite knowing the magic isn’t real. He was raised on the tradition, and still can’t give it up.

Karl and Dream are elves who work at the North Pole. They’re practically slaves, so they decide to run away.

———————————

George has just moved to America and books a lovely flat on elm street. It mentions roommates, but he’s sure it’ll be fine

Sapnap was evicted from his last apartment for arson. Not to worry though, he found a relatively cheap flat. Only thing is, it has roommates.

Quackity finally saved enough money to live in a place with heating and indoor plumbing. And, he has roommates to share the Christmas spirit with!

Karl and Dream were trying really hard to blend in, but it wasn’t really working without a place of residence. So they found one! It was somewhere called… Elm Street?

Follow these five as they realize the true magic of Christmas is the time the get to spend with each other

Also follow these five as George and Sapnap look stupid

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So so
Do we need some Bench Trio + Purpled?
I think yes
Also it c! Not cc!

Purpled has never celebrated Christmas, after all it’s an earth holiday. He doesn’t get why people wear hideous sweaters on purpose, why people put mini lightbulbs on their house with the only purpose apparently being wrack up the electrical bill. He doesn’t get the gifts and family. He’s never had gifts or family.

One day, Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo are messing around, trying to set up the ginormous Christmas tree in the mansion. Tommy dropping a few valuable ornaments, Ranboo trying to stop the chaos and- NO TUBBO YOU CAN’T CLIMB THAT- stop the duo from destroying the house

Purpled walks in, confused about why they’ve killed a tree, and Tubbo explains and offers to let Purpled celebrate with them. Purpled feels like he might be intruding, but Tommy and Ranboo (neither of which grew up celebrating Christmas) assure him the holiday is more about family then anything else.

They celebrate Christmas Eve together with hot cocoa, hallmark movies and, the next day, presents

Surrounded by his friends, his family, Purpled thinks he’s starting to get what Christmas is about

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(Almost broke my streak but we can’t have that)
So so
Today will beee
A Hanukkah story (wasn’t expecting that were you?)
And for characters let’s do Ponk and Sam :)
So, again, it’s c! not cc!
However, it takes place in an irl AU

Ponk had grown up with Jewish traditions. It’s prayers and celebrations stayed with them even well into her adulthood. He loved the stories, the tales behind them.
Every year, they would have a couple friends over to share in the experience. However, Ponk soon lost those friends when he moved severs. Each of her friends had turned their back on them.

This year, Ponk would be celebrating Hanukkah alone.

Sam has other ideas.
During the first night of Hanukkah, Sam stopped by with candles and a warm smile.

She takes it back. Ponk has a friend, and they love this one more than anything.

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So so
Let’s do some Christmas hybrid head canons!

Here’s how it’s gonna work, I mention a hybrid and then how their instincts would react to the scenario above. And these are primal instincts, so they can’t reign them in

Christmas Lights:
Raccoon- Steal them
Avian- Stare at them for a long time entranced
Piglin- Wouldn’t care unless they’re the golden ones
Cow- No reaction
Phantom- Startled by the bright light

Mistletoe:
Raccoon- Steal it
Avian- Fly up to inspect it because oooh shiny bell in it
Piglin- No reaction
Cow- Eat it
Phantom- Hit their head on it

Snow-
Raccoon- Steal it
Avian- Try to fly in it
Piglin- Upset because cold
Cow- Startled by cold
Phantom- Rolls around in snow

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Phew almost broke my streak

We’re gonna do a magic AU
But like, fluff

So, it’s just Holiday shopping/decorating and cookie making but with magic
(And shenanigans)

Tommy- Can control light
Phil- Can control air
Techno- Can control liquids
Wilbur- Can control animals
Tubbo- Can control plants
Ranboo- Can control memories

:) short one today

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So so
Let’s do a sick fic /p
For characters we can get some Charlie and Quackity

It wasn’t Quackity’s fault he was sick.
He knew he shouldn’t have gone outside while it was snowing in shorts and a t-shirt, but there was so much to do! He had to keep an eye on Dream, make sure Wilbur didn’t get to out of hand and check that Tubbo’s cookie empire wasn’t constantly nuking Las Nevadas.
So, it wasn’t his fault he was sick.

Charlie was having a very good day. He got Foolish from Las Nevadas to dap him up and convinced TommyInnit from Nowhere in Particular that he had bones! So, a very good day.

Charlie was just glooping along the hallway happily, when he heard a loud sneeze from the other room. Sliding into the room, he saw Quackity from Las Nevadas lying there, obviously sick.

Charlie quickly offered to help out, as slime trails made the best medicine, but Quackity from Las Nevadas declined with a sour expression. He ‘kindly’ asked Charlie to leave the room so he didn’t get the slime hybrid sick.

He didn’t know? What a silly cow! Slimes don’t get sick from human sicknesses. Undeterred, Charlie convinced Quackity to let him help.

(And despite Quackity’s protests, it had been a long time since someone took care if him)
(Maybe this wasn’t so bad)

(Can you tell I can’t write dialogue?)

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oh no

my streak
it’s broken

But in all honestly, I was sick yesterday
However today we are back at it with a winter concert au

Now, this is just based off of what one of my band friends says, so don’t come at me for inaccuracies

Wilbur- Bass
Techno- Flute
Tommy- Trumpet
Tubbo- French Horn
Dream- Alto Sax
Sapnap- Drums
George- Triangle
Quackity- Tuba
Fundy- Assistant Teacher
Philza- Teacher

It’s winter concert time!
Wilbur shows up in a jumper and beanie, as usual.
Techno shows up in a tux with coattail
Tommy is wearing one of those shirts with a tux on them
Tubbo is wearing a nice polo shirt
Dream is wearing a suit with a neon green tie
Sapnap is dressed as usual
George doesn’t show up
And Quackity’s wearing a blazer, but still has his beanie
Phil is just fed up with everyone

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I think I’m gonna start a monthly thing.

Once a month I’ll pick someone who’s bookmarked this fic and let them pick a one-shot for me to write (that way I’ll be able to get better at dialogue)

This month will be: Bee_pog
Go ahead and put a one-shot request in the comments (usual restrictions apply) and thank you for bookmarking

Now you, everyone else who’s reading this, can be entered for this incredible opportunity. Just bookmark the story, and check to see if you win next month!

Also thank you all SO SO MUCH for 10K VIEWS
YOU’RE ALL ABSOLUTELY INSANE
(But I love you guys for it)/p

Anyway, I’ll give you a short prompt today instead of just an announcement

School production of Rudolph:
Tommy is Rudolph. It’s quite funny when he cusses while wearing a red nose.
Phil is playing Santa, who says m8 an abnormal amount
Wilbur is prancer who has a blast making fun of Tommy and can call it practice
Techno is Blitzen (get it blitz survival games haha funny author) and has shown up several times And again, please kudos, comment and bookmark, it means a lot. (Plus if you bookmark you get to see when a new chapter is posted AND get entered into the wheel of names next month)

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So so
It’s rainy day time
Here’s what they would all do

Bench Trio- have a picnic under the clouds, soaking in the rain and laughing. Except Ranboo. Ranboo is sitting off to the side laughing with the hot pink umbrella that Tommy bought him.

Las Nevadas- Quackity would give them all the day off then go outside and stare out a window dramatically with a cup of hot chocolate. Then, Charlie would come drag him into the library to read with company

Karl and Sapnap- Karl tries to go outside to plant mushrooms bc rain is good for growing mushrooms, but Sapnap doesn’t want him to get sick. They compromise for Sapnap to keep Karl warm via fire powers

Sam- He loves listening to the sound of rain on the prison roof. He’ll sit on the roof swinging his feet, not caring if he falls. Maybe, he thinks, that would be better

Dream- There’s one security flaw in the prison. Dream thinks maybe it’s not as much of a flaw as a way Sam let’s him have this small peace. A small chunk missing on the corner that allows the rain to trickle in. Drip. Drip. Drip. Most people would get bored of the consistency, but Dream loved the rare sound. It was the sound of nature

(This really turned into a bit more of a writing thing than it was in the beginning but I like it)

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Oh god
I wrote an entire one-shot
And then it deleted
It might be a bit till this one is uploaded

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Okay it’s low-effort bc I lost my earlier prompt time
Hope you enjoy anyway

Olympics AU:

Sam- boxing (Three Bronze, two silver)
Ponk- Basketball (Paralympic’s: Missing an arm+wheelchair) (One gold)
Phil- Old ski victor (seven gold, ten silver)
Techno- Fencing (idc if that’s not an Olympic event) (four gold)
Dream- triathalon (two gold, one silver)
Tommy- Gymnastics (Youngest ever) (three gold)
George- Golf (Two silver, three bronze)
Sapnap- Archery (One gold, one silver, one bronze)

And yes, found family arcs occur

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SIX: The Musical AU

But /p
And it’s over who’s closest to Tommy

Wilbur is Catharine Of Aragon

Tubbo is Anne Boleyn

Ranboo is Jane Seymour

Anna of Cleaves most lyrics have to be changed to fit any of them but maybe Techno?

Quackity is Katherine Howard

Purpled is Katherine Parr

Again, some lyrics have to be changed (looking at you Anne Boleyn) but everything is /p

I thought it would make a nice little everyone is possessive over Tommy fic

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Y’all, it’s gonna be a few days until the next update
I’m flying out to Florida for a bit

And very important personal things happening
(I’ll try to write a one-shot though)

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Ranboo knew he didn’t have much time left. He was told a few years at most.

At age 16, Ranboo was diagnosed with Leukemia.

That was when he started streaming, wanting to make the most out of the years he had left. He never meant to grow as quickly as he did, never meant to make so many friends.

But he did. He met Tubbo, with his shy-looking exterior and chaotic as fuck personality. He met Tommy, who seemed brass and rude but was honestly a big sweetheart.

And of course, his diagnosis had hurt everyone else around him. So, he decided, it would be better not to tell his new friends. They’d treat him differently after all. He didn’t want that. Not again.

And then Tubbo started planning for the future. Three or four years out, he said, almost nothing. For Ranboo, that was everything. The time and experiences he could never have.

Chemotherapy wasn’t helping, and the experimental treatments had no effect.

But Ranboo was at peace. He knew it was never meant to be. He was proud though, that he got to meet these people and change the live of fans.

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Beeeep. Beeeep. Beeep.

The heart monitor kept beeping. It was its job sure, but it was really getting on Ranboo’s nerves.

A knock on the door startled him out of his thoughts.

“Sweetie?” Ranboo’s mother poked her head into the hospital room. “Some people are here to see you.”

Yeah right, he thought bitterly. Nobody ever wants to see me.

A mop of blonde hair attached to a lanky teenager entered the room, side by side with a shorter teenager with dark brown hair.

Tommy and Tubbo.

“Ranboo!” Tubbo exclaimed excitedly
“Ranboo.” Tommy said quietly, having observed the wires and tubes Ranboo was hooked up to.
“Ranboo?” The man himself parroted.

They laughed quietly, unsure what to say.

Tommy was the first one who stepped up. “We came here to surprise you with a trip, king. We were going to do a Disneyland vlog.”

Ranboo averted his eyes. “Sorry for ruining your plans then.”

Their eyes widened. “No, no, no- you don’t get to apologize. This is NOT your fault, and your health means more than a few stupid tickets. We can go when you get better.” Tubbo explained.

Ranboo looked up at them. “Did… did nobody tell you?”

“Tell us what?”

Ranboo swallowed thickly. “I’m not going to be getting better. I have Leukemia, stage four. None of the treatments are working anymore. I have a month left at most, less than a week at least.”

“Yo- You’re joking, right?” Tommy questioned, tears brimming. Ranboo shook his head. “You- it has to be a- Ranboo-.”

Tears started pouring down his face silently, his face buried in Tubbo’s neck.

“Ranboo, I- can’t- what am I without you?” he sniffled.

“Really, Tommy? A lore reference?” Ranboo rolled his eyes, trying to lighten the mood but it was unsuccessful.

Tubbo had been quietly standing in the corner. “Boss man, why didn’t you tell us?” he whispered.

“You would have thought of me differently. I didn’t want that. My last friends only pitied me, and wouldn’t treat me like an actual person, just a pity case.”

Tubbo shook his head. “We’re not like that, but I get why you might have doubted it.”

Ranboo chuckled tiredly, exhausted from the interaction. “I love talking to you guys, but I really should be getting to sleep.”

“Not without us, you’re not.”
The duo clambered into the medical bed with Ranboo, his body colder than it should be. With the snoring of the others next to him, plus their body heat, Ranboo slowly drifted off to sleep. Before his eyes closed, though, he pulled out a pen and some paper and wrote.

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Tubbo had been startled awake by the sudden rapid beeping of the heart monitor. The calming consistency had turned into erratic beeps.

Nurses and doctors rushed in, pushing the two out of the way.

The noises of the world seemed to become nothing but white sound. The voices faded, muffled.

Tubbo and Tommy clung to each other, as if the other was the only buoy in a vast dark ocean. That, they remember.

Tubbo remembered Ranboo’s mother finally seeing them and ordering them an Uber. All three had fresh tear tracks tracing their face.

Tubbo remembered in the morning finding a piece of paper tucked in his shirt.

It would say this:

Tubbo,
You were my best friend. Cliche, I know, but it’s true. You were one of the first ‘big’ streamers I met. I was so excited, I remember. And sure, you insulted me the first time we met. I was in a VC and you were a bit of a jerk, but you didn’t know it was me. I wonder if you even remember that. But I’m getting off track. You’ve made the last year and a half of my life absolutely incredible. You’ve made me a better person. I’m proud to call you a friend, and I’ll go peacefully knowing that I have lived a life with you in it. I can feel it in my bones, honestly. The exhaustion that brings with it the whispers of death.
Just, promise me, you won’t give up because of me.

“You are worth more than the discs ever were.”

-Your Beloved, Ranboo

Tubbo remembers that he had no tears left to cry. He just remembers an agonizing feeling in his chest, like a knife was carving into his chest. If he had to guess, he would’ve said it carved out the word “Sinking.”

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The funeral was a small event, just family and friends. The coffin was brought out, but Tommy and Tubbo couldn’t bring themselves to look. They were asked to speak, say a few words. Tommy accepted. Tubbo, however, couldn’t speak. He hadn’t been able to since that day.

Tommy took a deep breath.
“Are you guys familiar with the s-“ he threw his head back sniffling. “Sorry, give me a moment.”

“Are you guys familiar with the song Brother by Kodaline? Personally, I like the acoustic version. But that’s not the point. A few months ago, when Ranboo and I met, I explained that the way I express my emotions is through songs. It’s the only way the words sound right in my mouth. Ranboo was my brother. Not in blood, maybe, but certainly in choice. We laughed, we sung, we danced. We cried, we held each other and we loved each other. There’s a quote from the song I mentioned earlier. ‘I’d give you my lungs so you could breath.’”

Tommy paused, taking a deep breath and wiping his nose.

“I would’ve. I honestly would have. I would have done anything for Ranboo. And he would do- would have done the same for me.”

Tommy stepped down. His speech wasn’t over, but nobody could understand him anymore between his sobbing and sniffling.

Tubbo enveloped him in a hug and the two stayed there for the rest of the service.

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- [x] TommyInnIt
It’s serious this time. I’ve gotten permission to share this. You might have noticed a lack of streams from me, Tubbo and… Ranboo. We were planning to do a Disney vlog, so Tubbo and I flew out to surprise Ranboo. 1/4

-@TommyInnit: We got there, only to find Ranboo in the hospital. His mother drove us and we chatted with him. He let us know that he had stage four leukemia, and wouldn’t last more than a month 2/4

—- @TommyInnit: And there’s no miraculous recovery story. Last Friday, Ranboo passed peacefully in his sleep. Tubbo and I by his side. We probably won’t be streaming soon. The funeral was yesterday. He was buried surrounded by friends and family. 3/4

——— @TommyInnit: I beg of you, be respectful. We’re all mourning. Don’t turn this into a joke or a meme. And, words can’t do my emotions justice. So instead, I give you those final words and a song suggestion. “One More I Love You.” by Alex Warren. Goodnight Twitter 4/4

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And of course, the world moves on and his channel grows more and more outdated.

Tubbo and Tommy however?

It’s a different story. Tubbo never speaks again, loses that part of him that can always find the good in things.

Tommy turned to unhealthy coping mechanisms, blaming himself and eventually attempting to join Ranboo, landing him in a mental health institute

Neither ever stream again, and the only communication they have with anyone is texting and calling each other.

And, the world moves on, ignoring the once-internationally known streamers

Only a few remain, those who still wait and hope for something.

Those few, that loyal handful, would see a tweet posted five years after the duo went dark.

- [x] @TommyInnIt
We’re back bitches

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The world had disappeared, and Tommy can’t help but wish he had gone down with it.

Sixteen years ago, the third world war started. This one though, nobody would make it out of.

Nuclear missiles were launched with no warning, just enough time to retaliate.

The sky would be clouded with dark grey smoke for decades after.

Nobody quite knows who started the wars. To be fully honest, nobody consisted of Tommy. Then again, so did the population.

Tommy had survived. He didn’t know why, and he wished he hadn’t. The dark skies and barren ground were the only things he knew.

If only, he thought, it was someone else who lived

Not only was it bad enough that Tommy was the last person, he wasn’t even sure he was human anymore.

Over the years, his ears had elongated and gained a fuzzy quality. His nails became a dark brown instead of the usuals pinkish tan.

And don’t get Tommy started on the fact he now had fucking wings.

Small ones, certainly, but still. Feathered wings that hurt like a motherfucker when they grew.

Tommy’s best guess was this was all due to the radiation left in the air.

He was snapped out of his thoughts be a sharp cracking sound. Fuzzy ears peeking up and swiveling towards the sound, Tommy could hear faint breathing.

His heart stopped.

There were no breathing creatures left here.

So, he asked himself, what in the ever living hell, is that.

Crack. Crunch.

It was getting closer. Tommy took a shaky breath, muttered a quick prayer to Death and prayed this would be over quickly.

Squeezing his eyes closed, Tommy braces for impact.

It never comes. As he blinks open his eyes, he finds his gaze matched by a pair of warm brown eyes.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Hello! I’m Tubbo. And as far as I knew, I was the last person on Earth.”

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Tommy hurriedly rushed into the warm living room, eager to open presents. The tree was decorated with tinsel and light, illuminated by the fireplace. He was practically vibrating with excitement.

Wilbur just smiled and shook his head fondly. “Someone’s ready to get started!”

Phil chuckled at Tommy’s rapid nodding, leaning over to ruffle his hair.

“Mhm! Where’s Tech?” Tommy questioned with wide blue eyes. “We can’t start without Tech!”

“‘M here, no need to worry, Theseus.”

Tommy grabbed a present quickly, looking up at Phil for permission. Phil nodded fondly, and Tommy tore into the present.

It was a…. picture frame?

An image of Tommy, skin pale and bruised lying still on the snow lay in the frame, sealed by a prison of glass.

The image of Tommy wasn’t right, you could see his ribs and his eyes were slate-colored.

The room didn’t seem so warm anymore. In fact, a burning chill was seeping into his t-shirt, drenching him.

“-mmy! -my!”

Tommy though that might have been Wilbur’s voice. It was distorted now, though.

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut in a desperate attempt to figure out what was real.

All the noises faded, all that was left was the harsh wind.

He slowly blinked open his eyes, only to be met with a ominous smiley face.

“Hello, Tommy. You’re quite far from exile.”

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Singer AU??

Well you get singer Tommy because if you can’t tell I love Tommy’s character so much

Bench Trio band split up, only Tommy is left, yada yada, he’s heartbroken, you know the drill. But instead of giving up, he starts to write angsty songs instead of pop songs. And… he becomes a worldwide phenomenon. Ranboo and Tubbo come crawling back, and Tommy can’t figure out how to tell them how he feels, so instead he invites them to a concert of his, and plays Color of Rain for them. Ending is up to you.

(I’ve included three songs below)

Color of Rain:
There’s color in the world
Lavenders and forest greens
They like to laugh and play and sing
And you join in too
A chance to join people you once knew
And it’s starts to rain
And the colors run away
And you’re left standing in the mist
Waiting for someone to remember you exist
And it’s been years since that fateful day
Ans you’re standing out in the rain
Wishing someone would call your name
You’re singing quietly to yourself
Because you’ve learned not to need no one else
The world seems to lose its color
As the days go by
The vibrant blues turn to slate
The purity of white fades to rain
The orange of leaves fade to gray
And you start to fade away
Because what’s the point of living in a world of nothing
Cause you’re standing out in the rain
Wishing someone would call your name
You’re singing quietly to yourself
Because you’ve learned not to need no one else
And you keep hoping
And wishing foolishly
That someone will care, someone would notice me
Sitting here on this cliff in the rain…
And I fall, smile on my face

Burning:
It hurts sometimes
The day in, the day out
The days spent with doubt
And you feel like you burn blue
With passion doused by sadness
But you got to keep burning and learning
That sometimes it hurts
Sometimes it burns
But you never get another choice
You keep living this life
(You keep living this life)
No matter long the days drag
Because if you weren’t there
Would anybody notice?
Because they say you’re loved
Yet you don’t see it in their eyes
You can’t see how someone could love you
Love someone so broken and battered
So you keep turning…
And burning
And learning
Until the day you die

Teenage Angst:
Day in
Day out
Does anybody care about
The things we say the things we do
The things we like to scream at you
The way we talk the things we wear
The way we cover up our hair
To hide from people who try to choose
To hide from people
Like you

*instrumental break*

They like to call it teenage angst,
The acne scars I like to trace
Tear tracks that fall down my face
The way I push against my place

*shorter break*

Because in every single move you make,
there’s someone there to scold and take.
I just need
A way to escape
A way to leave this place
A way to leave the world behind
So we all turn to the undefined

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Hey y’all!
Happy New Years!

I’d like to say that I’m starting to write more one-shots so expect that, and I might start streaming soon, so keep an eye out for that, I’ll drop the link.

I’m super excited for what the new year will bring and can’t wait to see what this community becomes!

See you next year :)

I’ll leave you just one snippet: Shapeshifter Tommy AU (includes shifting genders, pop off)

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Encanto AU who??

And for one of the first times, Tubbo-centric!

Mirabel- Tubbo
Louisa- Technoblade
Isabella- Wilbur
Julieta- Dream
Agustin- George

Antonio- Tommy
Dolores- Niki
Camilo- Quackity
Pepa- Ponk
Felix- Sam

Bruno- Sapnap

Abuela- Phil
Pedro- Mumza

(I took some liberties, but this is pretty close both powers and age wise (except maybe Tommy and Tubbo but shhhhh)

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Sorry guys, I’ve been banned from computers and phones for a week or so, I had to sneak on here. I’ll try to write some one shots to post when I get a chance

Thanks for understanding and catch y’all later

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WOW GUYS ITS BEEN A WHILE HUH? I’ve been suuuuuper busy but I’m back First off, I have a twitch! Go follow me, I’m trying to get affiliate :) https://www.twitch.tv/rulerofthepronouns(it’s RulerOfThePronouns on Twitch as well) Anyway, Here’s a chapter!

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Tubbo scrolled through his Twitter feed, debating whether or not to tweet about the flight later. What flight you may ask? Well, despite how risky it was, Tommy and Ranboo would be flying in South Carolina today, meeting up with Tubbo who was already there. It was all planned out. Before he could decide, however, he stumbled upon a new Twitter post.

   CANCLEDUpdates- @getcanceled         ——BREAKING NEWS- The U.S. cancellation rate has been lowered from 50% to 25%, celebrations commence around the world as travel becomes safer.

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Tubbo remembered three years ago, when nations around the world decided to implement the Canceling system. He had rushed downstairs, prepared to take the bus only to be frantically stopped by his mother and told that 50% of all transportation methods would be ‘cancelled’ and, to lower population and pollution, anyone on those 50% would die of a poisonous gas.

Tubbo took his mothers warning, but many thought it was a joke. Dream, for one, didn’t. He was Cancelled on his way to visit George. The Minecraft community had never been the same. Now though, with the percentage being lowered to 25, the plane ride was significantly less risky. He was relieved, to say the least.

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Tommy was nervous, but excited. He had managed to avoid traveling at all since the Cancelation was put in place, but now he had to.

Just once, he assured himself, that’s it. That’s all he had to do. In front of him, as he stared up, was the looming airport gate. He turned to Ranboo, offered a shaky smile, and then began boarding the plane.

“Ladies and gentleman, welcome aboard flight 869 headed to South Carolina. The weather there is cu- wait…” the pilot inhaled sharply over the speakers. “I’ve just received word our plane is…canceled. You’ll have ten minutes to contact your loved ones.”

Tommy let out a loud sob, which merged into the wails of dismay emerging from the plane. Ranboo held Tommy’s hand tightly, whispering in his ear, “We’ll be okay” over and over again, a constant chant.

Their phones had no service. ———————————

Tubbo would go to the airport excitedly, and silently walk up to baggage claim, welcome poster in hand. The first thing he sees is people walking away from the conveyor belt silently, heads down, no luggage in hand. The screen above it displays in simple red lettering, just “CANCLED”

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WOW GUYS ITS BEEN A WHILE HUH? I’ve been suuuuuper busy but I’m back First off, I have a twitch! Go follow me, I’m trying to get affiliate :) https://www.twitch.tv/rulerofthepronouns(it’s RulerOfThePronouns on Twitch as well) Anyway Here’s a chapter ————————- Tubbo scrolled through his Twitter feed, debating whether or not to tweet about the flight later. What flight you may ask? Well, despite how risky it was, Tommy and Ranboo would be flying in South Carolina today, meeting up with Tubbo who was already there. It was all planned out. Before he could decide, however, he stumbled upon a new Twitter post. CANCLEDUpdates- @getcanceled BREAKING NEWS- The U.S. cancellation rate has been lowered from 50% to 25%, celebrations commence around the world as travel becomes safer. ——————————- Tubbo remembered three years ago, when nations around the world decided to implement the Canceling system. He had rushed downstairs, prepared to take the bus only to be frantically stopped by his mother and told that 50% of all transportation methods would be ‘cancelled’ and, to lower population and pollution, anyone on those 50% would die of a poisonous gas. Tubbo took his mothers warning, but many thought it was a joke. Dream, for one, didn’t. He was Cancelled on his way to visit George. The Minecraft community had never been the same. Now though, with the percentage being lowered to 25, the plane ride was significantly less risky. He was relieved, to say the least. —————————— Tommy was nervous, but excited. He had managed to avoid traveling at all since the Cancelation was put in place, but now he had to. Just once, he assured himself, that’s it. That’s all he had to do. In front of him, as he stared up, was the looming airport gate. He turned to Ranboo, offered a shaky smile, and then began boarding the plane. “Ladies and gentleman, welcome aboard flight 869 headed to South Carolina. The weather there is cu- wait…” the pilot inhaled sharply over the speakers. “I’ve just received word our plane is…canceled. You’ll have ten minutes to contact your loved ones.” Tommy let out a loud sob, which merged into the wails of dismay emerging from the plane. Ranboo held Tommy’s hand tightly, whispering in his ear, “We’ll be okay” over and over again. Their phones had no service. ——————————— Tubbo would go to the airport excitedly, and silently walk up to baggage claim, welcome poster in hand. The first thing he sees is people walking away from the conveyor belt silently, heads down, no luggage in hand. The screen above it displays in simple red lettering, just “CANCLED”

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WOW GUYS ITS BEEN A WHILE HUH? I’ve been suuuuuper busy but I’m back First off, I have a twitch! Go follow me, I’m trying to get affiliate :) https://www.twitch.tv/rulerofthepronouns(it’s RulerOfThePronouns on Twitch as well) Anyway Here’s a chapter ————————- Tubbo scrolled through his Twitter feed, debating whether or not to tweet about the flight later. What flight you may ask? Well, despite how risky it was, Tommy and Ranboo would be flying in South Carolina today, meeting up with Tubbo who was already there. It was all planned out. Before he could decide, however, he stumbled upon a new Twitter post. CANCLEDUpdates- @getcanceled BREAKING NEWS- The U.S. cancellation rate has been lowered from 50% to 25%, celebrations commence around the world as travel becomes safer. ——————————- Tubbo remembered three years ago, when nations around the world decided to implement the Canceling system. He had rushed downstairs, prepared to take the bus only to be frantically stopped by his mother and told that 50% of all transportation methods would be ‘cancelled’ and, to lower population and pollution, anyone on those 50% would die of a poisonous gas. Tubbo took his mothers warning, but many thought it was a joke. Dream, for one, didn’t. He was Cancelled on his way to visit George. The Minecraft community had never been the same. Now though, with the percentage being lowered to 25, the plane ride was significantly less risky. He was relieved, to say the least. —————————— Tommy was nervous, but excited. He had managed to avoid traveling at all since the Cancelation was put in place, but now he had to. Just once, he assured himself, that’s it. That’s all he had to do. In front of him, as he stared up, was the looming airport gate. He turned to Ranboo, offered a shaky smile, and then began boarding the plane. “Ladies and gentleman, welcome aboard flight 869 headed to South Carolina. The weather there is cu- wait…” the pilot inhaled sharply over the speakers. “I’ve just received word our plane is…canceled. You’ll have ten minutes to contact your loved ones.” Tommy let out a loud sob, which merged into the wails of dismay emerging from the plane. Ranboo held Tommy’s hand tightly, whispering in his ear, “We’ll be okay” over and over again. Their phones had no service. ——————————— Tubbo would go to the airport excitedly, and silently walk up to baggage claim, welcome poster in hand. The first thing he sees is people walking away from the conveyor belt silently, heads down, no luggage in hand. The screen above it displays in simple red lettering, just “CANCLED”

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So so
Killer Queen by Mad Tsai but Tommy :)
I’ll just give you some mental imagery for each lyric
Tw; Blood, Death, Vivid imagery

There was this girl, the most beautiful in the world
She had all the boys in town wrapped 'round her finger, oh

(Tommy flirting, maybe laughing and hanging out with group of people)

She would walk the halls and everyone would whisper and talk
'Cause all the girls in town wanted to be her

(Death glare behind him at Ranboo, while clinging onto Tubbo)

But behind those diamond eyes
She's a devil in disguise
The prom queen has blood on her hands

(Crimson soaked ball gown, a flash of Tommy’s eyes)

Every boy and girl she dates disappears without a trace
So be careful when she asks you to dance

(Tommy slyly offers a hand to you, bowing slightly, an invitation to dance)

She's a m***********g killer queen, a psychopath at seventeen
A beauty in a blood-stained dress

(The evil glint in Tommy’s eyes convince you to drop his hand. He’s standing there in an empty ballroom, standing in a crimson ball-gown, high heels clacking on the ground)

She'll fill your heart with kerosene
And light you up 'til you can't breathe
If you cross her path you just might end up dead

(He grabs a lighter and turns it on, holding it up in front of his face, watching it flicker.)

There was this girl who was broken by the world
'Cause every day at school they'd push and shove her, oh

(Tommy standing in the hallway, covered in cuts and bruises, a huge black eye barely concealed by makeup)

But she had a plan, one day she would get her revenge
And those cheerleaders and jocks would be six feet under

(A notebook filled with names. The pages are stained with tears and lighter fluid)

But behind those angel eyes, lies a devil in surprise
The prom queen has blood for her crown

(An image of the Prom Queen, dead. Tommy picks up the crown, and placed it carefully on his own head)

Every boy or girl she seeks never comes back in one piece
So be careful when she tries to ask you out.
She's a motherfucking killer queen, a psychopath at seventeen
A beauty in a blood-stained dress

(Tommy sits upon a throne casually, looking over hills of bodies with a anguished look on his face)

She'll fill your heart with kerosene
And light you up 'til you can't breathe
If you break her heart you just might lose your head

(He pulls out a deck of playing cards, shuffling them before pulling out the Queen of Hearts)

She's dancing by herself
She's crowned the queen of hell
Tears will sink into her skin

(He was sobbing, streams of tears. He leaned down and grabbed a corpse, waltzing with it. It being Tubbo that is)

She's gonna get revenge
You're all gonna know her name
She's the one and only, killer queen
She's a motherfucking killer queen, she sold her soul at seventeen

A beautiful and broken mess
She'll fill your heart with kerosene
And light you up 'til you can't breathe
If you break her heart you just might meet your end

(Tommy collapsed on top of Tubbo, chest heaving. He turned towards the ceiling of the ballroom, and crimson lines began to split open on his skin)

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So so
This one has a title and is more of a prompt for a full length story. I think it would make a great story, but I’m not sure if I’m the best one to write it

Title: Cry for help (and pray the stars hear you)

Tommy lives in a world of hybrids. Everyone has special skills, traits and instincts. Tubbo, his best friend, is a bee hybrid. He has wings, increased hearing and, most importantly, an extended lifespan.

That’s where Tommy’s problem comes in. He’s not a hybrid. It was an unfortunate genetic mutation that made him stand out like a sore thumb in this world. He’s fine with the lack of traits, and annoying instincts, but he lives with the fact that all of his friends will outlive him.

Plus, non-hybrids require contact and love for survival. Hybrids don’t, it’s what allowed them to survive better than humans.

Tommy had a family, adopted of course, who just assumed he hid his traits. He did wear long sleeves and a beanie daily, so it wasn’t too far fetched.

Wilbur and Techno, his adoptive brothers, were both Piglin hybrids, while his adoptive father, Phil, was a Crow hybrid.

And then there were Tubbo and Ranboo, his friends who were bee and Enderman hybrids respectively.

And Tommy was just a human.

So he hid it. Pretended he was just as special as everyone else.

But humans need touch. Hybrids don’t. Humans need special care, hybrids don’t. Humans need 8 hours of sleep. Hybrids only need 3.

So Tommy living as a hybrid? He was wasting away.

He had bags under his eyes daily, and if he ever took off his hoodie, you would’ve been able to count his ribs.

Every night, he would sob himself to sleep. And he would look out over the stars, wishing he could soar with them like Phil and Tubbo, or dance under them like Ranboo.

Instead he cried to the stars, watered the earth with his tears.

His funeral was held only months later. His friends sobbed for the secrets they wish they knew. His family wailed for the love they would’ve given.

And the stars weeped, for the boy they never heard

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So, I may have forgotten that there are technically other characters in this…
So here’s some with Fae!George

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Once upon a time, deep within a forest, there was a small clearing, lit by the moonlight.

Thin wisps of light danced across the forest floor, illuminating the darkened moss. They danced in a simple melody, singing, taunting.

Suspended high in the sky was a fragment of a circle, a pale crescent, framed by towering trees.

Mushrooms were interspersed with tall stalks of lavender and Lily of the Valley’s.

For many, this was haunting, hollow. Even for fae, this was considered off-putting.

However, in the center of the clearing, amongst the mushrooms and moss, lay a fair-skinned man. Or, more accurately, a boy. He looked to be about 17 years of age, scarcely old enough to be in the forest, much less this deep.

He wore a tunic of faded sky, and was adorned with silver and red jewelry. An outfit like that around here bore quite the hefty price tag, much less for a boy. He had simple wire-rimmed glasses and a tall mushroom-like hat adorned with gold accessories.

And then he opened his eyes.
And all at once, galaxies unfolded. The piercing blue tore straight into your soul, and read it like a book, leaving nothing left but a sense of vulnerability.

For many, this place was eerie.
For George, this was home.

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So so
What if
We get some musical headcanons?

Here’s the concept- it’s a meeting room filled with all the different musicals embodied as people, debating which musical should go on tour next

Wilbur- Legally Blonde (annoying, bubble, attention-seeking)
Tommy- Hamilton (loud, interrupting everyone)
Dream- Wicked (constantly viewed as evil, great around best friend)
Tubbo- RENT (constantly dying)
Ranboo- Dear Evan Hansen (nervous, shy)
Quackity- SIX: The Musical (always being abandoned)

Anyway, do with this what you will! Enjoy and I’ll try to write some more one-shots later this week

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Hey y’all! It’s been a bit…
I’ve had some mental health issues going on, new meds and such, plus I’ve become emotionally invested in Heartstopper (Great TV show and comic, go check it out if you haven’t read it yet!) and I’ve been busy writing a new fanfic for that.

For starters, Heartstopper DSMP Au let’s go!

Charlie- George
Nick- Dream
Tao- Sapnap
Tara- Niki
Darcy- Puffy
Elle- Aimsey
Isaac- Bad

Also! Here’s a sneak peak of my slightly crack fic of Harry x Ben Heartstopper short story called Saturday, written by me: (TW; ANXIETY, SLIGHT SUICIDAL IDEATION, ARGUING) (also not edited)

It all started, as many things do, with a forest. A forest, a sense of mystery, a sunset and two lost boys.

Ben was done with this. With the arguments, the blaming, the life he was forced to live. He leaned back on his mattress, relishing the comfort and safety it gave. Although, it couldn’t do much in terms of blocking the loud argument between Ben’s parents in the hallway.
“Brad, I can’t do this anymore! You keep leaving your dirty socks everywhere!”
“It’s not my fault, Linda! You’re never home anyway, so why do you even care?”
“Because we have A CHILD! You need to send a good example for him.”
“Right, because you’re doing such a great job at that.”

Ben just groaned, slipping his headphones on and falling into the melody. Sweeping him up with the crescendos and carrying him away on waves of fading notes. Music was an escape, a block from reality. But music could only ever last so long.

Harry hesitantly walked down the stairs gently, careful not to step too harshly on the old wood. Today was his first day of public school after being homeschooled for so long.
In the kitchen sat his mother, looking over the newspaper for today. The headline was eye-catching, simply stating that a ‘Deadly new disease is ravishing the population.’ He started shaking ever so slightly. A new disease? This couldn’t be good at all! And on the first day of school no less? What if kids at the school had it? Then he could get it and if he got the sickness, he might spread it to his family which would be horrible, because then they would get deadly I’ll and- stop. Ben stopped and reminded himself to take deep breaths.
In for three, hold for four, out for three. In for three, hold for four, out for three. Deep breaths.

“Good morning, honey” His mom spoke quietly, turning towards Ben. “Are you excited for your first day?” She grasped Ben’s hands in hers and smiled down at him.

“I- I suppose. I’m worried I guess.”

“That’s nothing new,” she laughed, “You’re always anxious about something. It’ll go fine, don’t you even worry

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I’m so sorry I’ve been gone for a while, I’m really going through it right now. But hey, summer vacation! Hopefully I can update a bit more. Here’s a little prompt for you :)

Sheltie TommyInnit

Think about it- Shelties are herding dogs who hate it when their little ‘pack’ aren’t all together. Now apply this to Tommy, who always seems to struggle most when people on the server are at odds with each other

Ik this is just a variation of dog!tommy, but think of all the normal generic instincts + the herding ones! With the instinct overloads, all of Tommy’s ‘pack’ would have to be within his sights at all times, even if they hate each other.

There’s a lot of potential for fluff

Anyway, again, no need to ask if you can use a prompt, just make sure to mark the work as inspired by this one and I’ll see it!

See you guys soon :D

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You have to fly (In order to fall)

There were daffodils pushing through the planks of his floor. They intertwined with the wood, popping up and creating a carpet of yellow and white. There were daffodils pushing through the planks of his floor, but all he could think about were the daffodils he once had before.

When he was young, small seeds were pressed into his soft hands. His fingers were gently pushed down on top of them, to keep them in place. When he was young, he planted those seeds with laughter of a bell, surrounded by family and people who brushed his hair out of his face when he fell.

When he was young, the seeds began to grow. They grew and flourished alongside him. They sprouted up across the lawn, and he smiled at them, as his family whispered harshly about the weeds taking over. When he was young, the seeds began to grow. Of hate and love, were the seeds he sow.

When he was young, the daffodils began to pop through his floorboards. He loved them, oh, he loved them so much. His brothers did not love them the way they grew, and when he was oh so young, he learned what fire could do.

There were daffodils pushing through the planks of his floor, and a boy stood there still, just like the daffodils once before.

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“Do you believe in soulmates?”

“I mean sure, why not?”

“I want an actually answer, not a maybe.”

“Soulmates, in my opinion, are people who love you unconditionally. I don’t think you’re destined for one person. What if that person is abusive or horrible? Fate isn’t that cruel. I think soulmates form, they aren’t created.”

“Do you think we’re soulmates?”

“That’s up to us to figure out, isn’t it. Now go to bed, Tommy, we’ll talk about this in the morning.”

“G’night Techno.”

“Goodnight, Sunshine”

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Hey guys!
It’s been an incredible adventure with you all, but I think this will be the last chapter of this story- at least for now (maybe I’ll be more active later). I’ll still be active on AO3, so if you use any of the prompts, still link them so they can be at the bottom of the story. Thank you so much for joining me on this journey.

Here’s a few of the prompts I never got to write out-

The world keeps turning (It’s a shame we can’t see it)- 5+1 Flat Earther Wilbur Soot

Stars Never Seem to Fall- Tommy is a star-child, born from the gods and goddesses above. His eyes are crafted with dwarf stars and his hair is sparkles of stardust. But slowly, the stars die out as exile continues and eventually, as all stars do, they explode and Tommy falls

Percy Jackson AU-
Tommy is son of Zeus
Ranboo is child of Aphrodite
Tubbo is son of Hephaestus
Purpled is son of Hypnos
Phil is Chiron
Schlatt is Dionysus (perfect character match)

Goodbye! Leave a comment if you want to talk to me and I’ll respond, but goodbye for now my lovelies