Is that Koko Krunch I See?

this stream is beyond my comprehension.

tubbo and michael!! :D

i’ll probably draw the rest of the bench trio with michael… eventually, so for now have this!!

alternate and transparent versions available under the cut! <3 

“Alright, we have confirmed sighting of the two walking into a bakery in one of the more outlying districts. We’re contacting the owner of the establishment as we speak.”

Wilbur raises a brow, taken aback. “They’re using my emeralds to buy… sweets?”

“Presumably. They are children, Mr Soot.” They reply, a smirk on their face.

Chapter four of IWNYFBM is out! :D  (no i totally didn’t forget to post it here-)

tested a procreate brush by painting a couple of dsmp characters on one layer! :D

Made a ref sheet of Tommy and Ranboo for my fic! c: Simply speaking it’s an AU (but not too canon divergent) where they’re both experiments. Tommy is a failed clone of Phil while Ranboo is… well, that’s kinda a spoiler lol.

You can read my fic here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/32600272/chapters/80867893

Additional notes:

Tommy and Ranboo are both around eight years old in this ref.

Ranboo, thankfully, does not need to unhinge his jaw when he needs to eat. He also has no eyelids. 

They’re already near the entrance when Tommy sees the pearl fly overhead. It wisps through the air in near silence, soaring high, high above the tallest building in the area, in the direction opposite the ocean. The blonde takes his chance.

He releases Ranboo’s hand and skews, feet pivoting until he’s facing him. He catches sight of the hybrid’s expression - a ghostly blend of fear, stupefaction and hesitance- along with the faces of all the angry people who were stomping right behind them, and stampedes towards him in full force.

“T-Tommy? Tommy??? What are you-“

Ranboo yelps as the boy collides with him, forcing the air out of his lungs. He digs his heels into the ground, gaze shooting down to see Tommy locking eyes with the very brunet they’ve stolen from. He watches in sprouting dread as he bares a wicked grin at the teen and promptly sticks out his tongue.

“Fuck you, bitch! See you all never!”

With one final exaggerated flip of the bird from Tommy, Ranboo feels the world beneath them disappear.

Chapter 3 is out!! :D

Not an eventful one this time, but we get to meet a new face and know a little bit more of what’s going on in Ranboo’s head.

Summary: 

Philza Minecraft was a soldier more ancient than the ground he walked upon; where he went pitch-black passerines followed, as did the scent of petrichor and ash. He trekked where no mortal being could, and slain the dragon that ruled over the Endermen’s homeland. He never had many personal possessions, and even fewer loved ones. He was in legends whispered among the elderly, both the good and the bad, and had held many well-deserved titles over the centuries. But even then, only two had ever sticked:

The stony Angel of Death, and the father of L’manberg’s first president Wilbur Soot, an ambitious, self-assured musician whose dreams of bigger things ultimately led him down the path of paranoiac madness.

But most importantly, Philza Minecraft was a man, and to local nuisance of the server Tommy “Theseus” Innit, that was all he ever was.

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Here's a quick WIP of chapter 3 of my fic! Progress is going smoothly but it may  take another day or two until I can upload it onto ao3. c:

The fic is basically a Labinnit & Labboo AU where Tommy is a clone of Phil! there is a lot of Allium Duo for the first few chapters but it eventually develops into bench trio and sbi. For the most part I’m not planning on it having too much angst, only hurt/comfort, but time will tell where I will go with this!

TWs for the fanfic so far: Swearing, because Tommy, and derealisation. 

For those who may be interested, here is the link to the fic! https://archiveofourown.org/works/32600272/chapters/80867893

The second chapter of my fic is out!! c: if any of y’all are interested in a Labinnit & Labboo fic with the sbi and bench trio dynamics (with a bit of world building, just to spice it up) as it’s main focus then i have the fic for you! 

Summary: 

Philza Minecraft was a soldier more ancient than the ground he walked upon; where he went pitch-black passerines followed, as did the scent of petrichor and ash. He trekked where no mortal being could, and slain the dragon that ruled over the Endermen’s homeland. He never had many personal possessions, and even fewer loved ones. He was in legends whispered among the elderly, both the good and the bad, and had held many well-deserved titles over the centuries. But even then, only two had ever sticked:

The stony Angel of Death, and the father of L’manberg’s first president Wilbur Soot, an ambitious, self-assured musician whose dreams of bigger things ultimately led him down the path of paranoiac madness.

But most importantly, Philza Minecraft was a man, and to local nuisance of the server Tommy “Theseus” Innit, that was all he ever was.

or;

i may or may not have just written the first chapter of my own rendition of the Labinnit AU (and Labboo AU, if that’s a thing-)

The plot is not quite concrete yet, but i’m getting there. This is based on the (awesome) idea that Tommy is a failed clone of Phil, so if you’re interested in that type of canon divergent AU with sbi dynamics (though wilbur is phil’s only son here) and bench trio as it’s main focus, then i got the fic for you! :)

current triggers!!! Swearing & a tiny bit of Derealisation 

Summary:

Philza Minecraft was a soldier more ancient than the ground he walked upon; where he went pitch-black passerines followed, as did the scent of petrichor and ash. He trekked where no mortal being could, and slain the dragon that ruled over the Endermen’s homeland. He never had many personal possessions, and even fewer loved ones. He was in legends whispered among the elderly, both the good and the bad, and had held many well-deserved titles over the centuries. But even then, only two had ever sticked:

The stony Angel of Death, and the father of L’manberg’s first president Wilbur Soot, an ambitious, self-assured musician whose dreams of bigger things ultimately led him down the path of paranoiac madness.

But most importantly, Philza Minecraft was a man, and to local nuisance of the server Tommy “Theseus” Innit, that was all he ever was.

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