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i swear im writing please ive just been busy swear just so many school projects nothing like no motivation or anything i promise i am writing i know i just rearranged my whole tumblr layout but i swear
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i. this might be the end of me but at least iâm trying | 1.1k
âthe dream smp finale from tommyâs perspective, with a few stylized changes. aka a short fic i wrote after watching the finale vod.
ii. from the perspective of an anarchist | 924
âthe events of the dream smp festival told through technobladeâs point of view.
iii. family reunion | 1k
âafter the meeting in the courthouse, tommy finds himself in the metaphorical clutches of his family.
iv. a new war started, hang the activists | 1.5k
âeveryone has to make sacrifices, even karl. even if it means constructing a convoluted plan to frame the king for murder, even if it means dying for the country, everyone has to contribute.
v. the weather today is slightly sarcastic | 1.3k
âin exile, tommy is visited by techno, and while he wants to convince himself that he hates the fucking traitor, heâs left feeling more comforted than dream ever made him feel.
vi. howâd you break your arm? | 1.2k
âlava could be many things: a molten rock, a flowing river of liquid heat, and what had once seemed like a fiery, unforgiving lake of despair, had now become a boiling coffin, and tommy was slowly sinking into it.
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HAIKYUU
kozume kenma
i. funfetti | 1.3kÂ
âkenma, kuroo, bokuto and akaashi go cake shopping for y/nâs birthday, chaos ensues.Â
ii. tear-salted popcorn | 1.3kÂ
âwhile doing your job as a movie theatre janitor, you come across a boy who stayed back after a movie and oh shit is he crying?!Â
iii. freeze your brain | 4kÂ
âafter a disheartening start to the evening leads you to hide under a table at a party, a chance encounter with kenma leads you to have one of the best nights of your life.
MY HERO ACADEMIA
bakugou katsuki
i. one drink too many | 2.7k
âafter getting a bit too rowdy on a girls night out, itâs up to bakugou to take care of you when things go south and the night dwindles to a close.
hi! i feel like fundyâs character on the dream smp is under-appreciated, especially because thereâs so much to unpack so hereâs a (hopefully) short analysis on fundy and wilburâs relationship on the dsmp :)
fundy and wilburâs relationship mirrors a toxic parent-child relationship in real life. fundy might hate wilbur, he might resent him, but heâs still so desperately trying to get wilburâs attention and approval.
when lâmanburg finally gains independence from the dream smp, wilbur asks fundy to read the poem ozymandias to him, and tells him that lâmanburg will one day be his.
(chekhov's gun: a dramatic principle that states that every element in a story must be necessary.)
wilburâs motivation, albeit subtle at the beginning, and it does take a backseat later on, is power. we see this is his need to gain independence, and his willingness to rig the presidential election in his favor. when he looses, his main motivation becomes revenge, he wants revenge on schlatt, on the country that he feels failed him: so he decides to blow everything up. but when tommy, the person whoâs been with him and by his side since day one, opposes him and goes against him, wilburâs main target of revenge becomes tommy.
so where was fundy in all of this? from day one, one of fundyâs main traits has been loyalty. he doesnât let go of that loyalty until wilbur dies, because up until that point, wilbur, and wilburâs attention, was his main motivation. when wilbur was so focused on the election, all fundy wanted was for his father to recognize him as capable, but wilbur never took him seriously.Â
when wilbur is exiled, fundy is still concentrating on him. fundy plays the role of a spy, a traitor, just for wilbur, and wilbur doesnât even bat an eye in his direction. all fundy wants is wilburâs approval and wilbur isnât even thinking of him.
wilbur goes into the revolution of the 16th knowing that lâmanburg will be blown up, no matter what. as a last act of revenge, when everyone is celebrating and basking in their victory, wilbur hands the presidency to tommy, giving him and luring him into a false sense of hope and security. he wants to dangle the prize right in front of him before ripping it away. of course, it doesnât work out exactly how it planned, as tommy steps down and instead tubbo becomes president, but itâs all the same.
so when you go back to when they won the war of independence, and wilbur told fundy he would rule lâmanburg one day, think about how fundy was feeling in that moment, when tubbo became president. how he felt when he realized he wasnât wilburâs first choice, he wasnât even his second, his own son.
hey!! i just finished the finale vod and i thought iâd share some of my thoughts :]
in my opinion, this was the perfect finale. it had just the right balance of action and emotion. everything was thought out and just made sense, loose ends were tied up and we finally found out dreamâs plans, his motivations.
the buildup from the fight on the mountain to dream cornering tubbo and tommy giving up, painfully throwing his items into a hole. tubbo and tommy following dream to what they believe will be their death, tommy constantly telling tubbo to stay close to him.Â
when they were underground and tommy was still desperately trying to hold onto optimism, but tubbo had given up, their roles reversed. tubbo had accepted death, he wanted tommy to go on.Â
âwithout you, who am i?âÂ
âyourself.â
(the hall of attachment reveal will remain one of the most unsettling things on the server to me.)
the nostalgic feeling as you hear punz, the spy, come to the rescue, with everyone else in tow. the joy i felt when they all cornered dream, and tommy and tubbo ran to the discs, finally, finally, things were looking up.
hope, and confidence, was restored. the absolutely beautiful parallel of tommy telling dream to throw his items in a hole will be engraved in my mind for weeks. and when it was revealed that dream was the one who blew up the community house, everyone realized who exactly dream was, and the only motivation he had was power. he didnât want things to go back to how they were, he didnât want a fair set of rules, he wanted power.
the callback of tommy and tubbo screaming âSUCK IT, GREEN BOY!â, wow, wilbur would be proud.Â
and in the end, they returned to the bench, to how it all started. they sat, listening to the discs they had worked so hard to get back, as they reconnect with wilbur, not ghostbur, but wilbur. and he tells them heâs proud of them, even if the future is uncertain and tense, they donât let it linger. they sit and bask in their victory.
they finally got the happy ending they deserved.
sometimes, itâs nice when the protagonist wins :)
The lava licked at his skin, numbing him so much it felt like nothing more than a warm embrace. His lungs filled and he could feel himself sinking deeper and deeper, his whole body unfeeling. Lava; what had once seemed like a fiery, unforgiving lake of despair, had now become a boiling coffin.
Under the lava, he couldnât hear the frantic footsteps on wooden planks or distressed screams or the clanking of glass bottles. What he could hear, though, was the sound of the lava above him splashing once, his desensitized skin barely registering the sudden current of the lava around him. Opening his eyes for what he thought would be the last time, Tommy saw a blob, a figure, either black and white or his eyes werenât working from the lava.
Perhaps if he were more receptive to touch, Tommy would have been more startled to feel a hand - gloved? - grab onto his elbow and pull him towards it. Perhaps he would have registered something circular being pushed against his lips instead of subconsciously swallowing the liquid that flowed down his tongue and then his throat.Â
Ultimately, it didnât matter, because the next second his eyes were fluttering closed, and he was only able to catch snippets of the figure dragging him to the surface of the lava before his vision went dark.
(dont ask me how tommy managed to survive for that long in the lava i dont know its for plot convenience!!!!!!)Â
but yeah i had this idea when the exile arc was still going on but i got really busy and by busy i mean not motivated in the slightest to do anything productive (:Â
this was also inspired by the 'did you fall, or did you let go?' scene from dear evan hansen, i used a little bit of dialogue from there as well!
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The lava licked at his skin, numbing him so much it felt like nothing more than a warm embrace. His lungs filled and he could feel himself sinking deeper and deeper, his whole body unfeeling. Lava; what had once seemed like a fiery, unforgiving lake of despair, had now become a boiling coffin.
Under the lava, he couldnât hear the frantic footsteps on wooden planks or distressed screams or the clanking of glass bottles. What he could hear, though, was the sound of the lava above him splashing once, his desensitized skin barely registering the sudden current of the lava around him. Opening his eyes for what he thought would be the last time, Tommy saw a blob, a figure, either black and white or his eyes werenât working from the lava.
Perhaps if he were more receptive to touch, Tommy would have been more startled to feel a hand - gloved? - grab onto his elbow and pull him towards it. Perhaps he would have registered something circular being pushed against his lips instead of subconsciously swallowing the liquid that flowed down his tongue and then his throat.Â
Ultimately, it didnât matter, because the next second his eyes were fluttering closed, and he was only able to catch snippets of the figure dragging him to the surface of the lava before his vision went dark.
Tommy wished the bandages Ranboo was wrapping around his forearm would hide his embarrassment and shame instead of his fading scars. The bubble sounds of potions brewing caused Ranboo to be distracted and turn away. He came back and presented Tommy with what seemed like the hundredth sparkling, fuschia potion, a healing potion.Â
The round bottle was raised to his face, but before he could be bottle-fed and lost more of his dignity, Tommy winced as he grabbed the bottle and downed the potion. The pleasant taste of sweet honeydew melon with a hint of bitter cherry flooded his senses before he immediately started feeling the strength return to his body as his mind cleared.Â
Shifting awkwardly from his spot on his battered cot, layed out sloppily and haphazardly against the draped wall of TNRET, he could almost feel Ranbooâs expecting stare burn a hole into his already injured head. Albeit still dizzy, sensing the awkwardness, Tommy stood.
âWell, thanks for helping me. That was a close call!â He plastered a playful smile on his face. Ranboo's eyes narrowed as his head tilted.
âYeah⌠what happened, exactly?âÂ
The drop of sweat falling down Tommyâs face was almost comical. Pausing for a second, as to not stumble on his words, Tommy gathered his thoughts.
âI was in the nether, I was looking for blazes⌠for potions, and⌠I thought I could speedbridge over the lava,â Tommy thought that was pretty believable. He turned away from Ranboo and occupied himself by rummaging through the contents of the chest at the foot of his cot.Â
Useless. Pathetic. No one cares about you.
No, Tommy knew that that wasnât true. Ranboo saved him, which means he cared about him.
Or he acted on instinct upon seeing someone dying in lava.
In all the time Tommy had been in exile, he had tried time and time again to tune out the voices in his head, the intrusive thoughts, to no avail.
âThatâs all?âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â Tommyâs heart was beating so loudly it hurt his ears. Ranboo cocked an eyebrow.
âYou just slipped?âÂ
âWell, I mean, yeah, I slipped. I tried to, like, grab onto the bridge, but my hands got all sweaty and shit, âcause itâs so hot in the nether, so I just⌠fell?â Tommy was scrambling, he tried to not make it so obvious, but his hesitant and unsure tone betrayed him.Â
âI just thought, you know, you're on your last life, âthought you wouldâve been more careful.â God, Tommy hated how composed and calculated Ranboo sounded, completely juxtaposing his nervous blunders.Â
Tommy wasnât an idiot, he was almost certain Ranboo knew what had happened, but he didnât want to deal with embarrassment that came with admitting it. Giving up was weak, and Tommy would do anything to make people think he was Not A Pussy. His whole life he had created an image of confidence and strength and energy, willingly confessing he had gotten to a point so low he was ready to give up, to end it all, would compromise his facade.
âI was just really in a hurry, is all.â Tommy heard the other hum.
Ranboo turned back to the brewing stand.
â...The fortress was in the other direction, there was a sign.â
Tommy froze. The unsettling feeling of anxiety welled up in his stomach. His hands started to shake, but he used his shaky hands to push himself up from the cot.
You canât even kill yourself without fucking up.
He stood and quietly muttered, âI didn't see the sign.â He hurriedly started to make his way out of the tent when he was stopped. Ranboo caught Tommyâs arm.
âHow did you fall into the lava, Tommy?â
âI slipped-â Tommy got cut off before he could defend himself.
âReally? Is that what happened?â Ranbooâs voice started to raise, his tone having the slightest hint of impatience, like a parent waiting and being fed up with their child.
âYes, it was. I slipped and then I lost my grip and then I just⌠I fell soâŚâ
Ranboo grabbed both of Tommyâs shoulders and spun him around, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his red and green eyes glowed as they searched Tommyâs eyes. His grip tightened as he seemed to look for the right words.
âDid you fall, Tommy? Or did you let go?â
Oh.
Tommy felt his body become paralyzed as he tried to take a shaky breath. He snapped and pulled away from Ranbooâs grip to wrap his arms around himself and look away defensively.Â
âI fell.â
âDonât lie to me,â Ranboo sighed, yet desperation creeped in his voice, âYou know, just because⌠you tried to kill yourself, doesnât mean I think anything less of you. It wonât⌠make me think of you any different or think that youâre weak or anything.â It was almost scary how Ranboo knew exactly what to say.
âI mean, you were alone, and for so long,â he paused, âIâm sorry that I didnât visit more often. Every time I came you always looked like you had everything together and, and I know that isnât a good reason, and I was worried about you, but, yeah, there isnât really any excuse for not visiting you.â
Ranboo dropped a comforting hand on Tommyâs shoulder, âI think⌠that youâve handled this situation really well. I mean, anyone would get messed up in some way if they were in, like, isolation for that long. I think youâre really strong for holding up as long as you have.âÂ
They stood in silence for a while, barely even noticing the sun setting, it was almost dark. Tommy bit the inside of his cheek.
âI let go.â
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LETâS TALK ABOUT: THE DREAM SMPâS SECOND FESTIVAL!
HELLO so i just finished watching tommyâs vod and i just wanted to give my opinions on what happened on the dream smp :)
it was... strange?? i mean it was pretty obvious that dream and techno were dead set on blowing up lâmanburg and that they did have the supplies to do so, so it was kinda funny to see everyone in awe that it got blown up :| i also think itâs just the tinniest bit weird that everyone is *still* backing tommy when his motivations have turned really selfish - even after everything was blown up, tommy was still saying that the one thing they needed to do was get the discs back.Â
as much as i love tommy as a main character, everyone helping him seems a bit forced, in my opinion. itâs a bit like how in the queenâs gambit, everyone gathered to help beth at the end when throughout the course of the series, she never really reciprocated the attention they gave to her. i did see that niki and hbomb didnât really support tommy, and i kind of have to agree with them. i found it just a little unrealistic that everyone gathered to help save lâmanburg when their characters were more or less neutral, or had their own stuff going on, so it didnât really make sense for them to drop everything to help.
i thought techno was pretty on-point, heâs pretty much stayed consistent on his beliefs and motivations, and it made sense that phil helped him as well, as heâs said before he shared the opinion that lâmanburg and the government was the source of all (or most) of the problems and conflicts. iâm excited to see what happens with techno and phil :)
iâm also not so sure what happened with fundy? from what iâve heard he was against tommy but i might be wrong about that. overall, if itâs true, i really love that shift in sides because i think itâs in line with fundyâs character - i have a whole (maybe multi-chapter?) story planned on fundyâs character arc just cause itâs so interesting, and i think his characterâs complexity is under-appreciated.
one thing i am looking forward to is the possible wilbur resurrection/revival arc! i might just be biased because i absolutely loved wilburâs character, though. i honestly thought it was so fleshed out and the whole progression and descent into madness was so natural and believable!
for the most part, this wasnât necessarily my favorite arc/lore event, i thought it was a bit messy and not the most fleshed out, but iâm very excited to see where everything goes!
^^^ the reference i used for âfreezing to deathâ. you dont have to read it but i thought it was very useful and itll help you understand like whats going on with the hallucinations and stuff :]
âtommy had always thought dream would be the one to take his final life, he never realized the weather was so harsh.
word count: 456
warnings: vent, major character death, death by freezing
It was so cold.
He was so alone.
Nothing but fields of tundra, blanketed and untouched, white snow. Spruce trees in the distance nothing but blobs in Tommyâs spotty vision.Â
It was cold, he was so clammy.
Ragged clothes, torn from running though the unforgiving branches of the spruce forest in his pursuit to run away, to get away, contrasted with the snow.Â
The tracks in the snow slowed, his right foot numb from exposure to the harsh weather, or trudging through the snow barefoot. The tracks came to a stop as he stumbled, he fell onto his knees, the rips in his tan pants exposing his legs to the unrelenting snow, only pushing his body to shiver more.
His red-trimmed t-shirt provided no protection, his olive green jacket, adorned with patches and stickers long forgotten in his old home in Lâmanburg. He didnât get a chance to grab it before he was exiled.
His lips were dry, and bordering blue. The bags under his eyes more prominent than they had ever been. Even after countless all-nighters, he still managed to stay energetic, always managed to find something to stay positive.
There was nothing to stay positive about in exile.
He wasnât going back to Lâmanburg, he only just realized that.
He had no one. No one would save him from this blizzard.
He fell over onto his side. He couldnât feel his hands, he could barely move. He tried breathing again, only to inhale shallowly. His eyes naturally squinted, seeking protection from the cold, but he willed them to stay open. He couldnât fall asleep, he couldnât die yet.
He couldnât remember what was happening, it was as if his memory was wiped. How did he get in this tundra? Why wasnât he in Lâmanburg? Where was he?
The stars in his vision acted as a transition, suddenly he was back in Lâmanburg. He felt his side get greeted with grass and flowers. He blinked his eyes open to see his friendsÂ
His friends were looking down at him, smiling. Tubbo was holding out an outstretched hand, Phil was trying to break up a play fight between Wilbur and Techno, Fundy and Eret were talking to each other, Fundy holding a basket of berries and other fruits like pomegranates, and Niki was handling a large pumpkin pie and a bouquet of white lilies tucked under her arms.
He was home.
Just as he felt himself raise a shaky hand, white, blinding stars clouded and filled his vision, before morphing into falling snow. He was back in the tundra.
He felt himself blink again.Â
His eyes werenât blue anymore.
He closed his dull eyes one final time.
[TommyInnit froze to death.]
What a way to die.
a/n:Â i had this idea when i was feeling very sad but now i am not so sad it its not as ~inspired as it could be but i always feel like i have to write my ideas if they're plot related or else they wont be relevant and no one will care about themÂ
also why do i always make tommy suffer? is it because hes the main character? is it because i primarily watch his streams so my fanfics always seem to revolve around him? idk man have this vent ig
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are people still interested in content (fanfic, fanart, etc) of past events on the dream smp, or do they think itâs old news? or should i not care?
there are so many plotlines of the dream smp i wanna explore, but i dont know whether i should spend time on them because a lot of them arenât relevant anymore
some examples (and why i want to go into them):
- all the ones i talked about in my last post
- fundyâs perspective of tubbo becoming president // itâd be interesting to kind of explore how fundy feels about how heâs never been the first choice of his father, wilbur. during the lâmanburg independence war, wilbur said fundy would become leader, but obviously that changed.
- fundyâs perspective of the van scene where schlatt dies // i think the scene was good in concept but we couldnât really see many peopleâs reaction to it. iâd want to go in depth about how schlatt will never think of fundy as a âreal manâ. i also thought a version of this scene but from quackityâs perspective would be interesting but thatâs not fuly developped.
- technoâs reaction to how the revolution turned out (when everyone was becoming president to that, what was he thinking?) // i kind of have this âstorymappedâ but, like âfrom the perspective of an anarchistâ, technoâs character on the smp will always be so interesting to me.
holy shit i have so many ideas for writing here are some ideas for short one shots i wanna write but dont know if i will write them because i really wanna develop them but it might take a while and im scared if i take too long they wont be relevent anymore and wont do well
- dream discovers tommy ran away when he goes back to visit him after their whole fight where he blew up logsteadshire
- after running away, tommy dies in the cold tundraÂ
- tommy tries to kill himself but is unsuccessful, ranboo finds out (inspired by âdid you let go or did you fallâ in dear evan hansen)
- fed up with the fighting, tommy and tubbo commit double suicide
lmk if youre particularly interested in any of these because i wanna write them all but dont know if i should or in what order, my dms or open or you could send a message in my inbox :]