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I don’t think I’ve made any cannon dsmp content since 2022

ctommy my favorite little rat man

Reblog if you leave a like. Leaving just a like gets me nowhere and gets you blocked.

ayeee man so proud of this!! exile c!tommy but toh!! (Don’t really know what’s going on with the bg but whatever lmao)

grand plans.

burning monster.

What of the tree,

That stands between Time and Death,

However, where our lives had begun,

Had also been where you came to rest.

Battle had worn you thin,

Broken seams and dirty limbs,

The golden crown that sits atop your head,

Rusted brown with soil and ash,

The loud thundering destruction,

Of a home you had never forgotten,

One I had destroyed, the day I destroyed myself,

My father stares into your eyes,

He knew, and I knew,

You'd miss me, I knew.

I had to leave,

I had to leave,

I had to leave and what remains of me after Death must go before this body does,

This body that has destroyed itself a long time ago,

I must cut the voice that yelled,

At the only one who'd seen the monster I'd become,

Must lose the mind that lost it long ago,

And rest my conscious six feet underground,

Or at least lay in charred soot and ashes and

burning gunpowder,

In a resting chamber that tormented me for

Days, weeks, hours,

The button clicks like a final realization,

The sun has set at a new chapter,

Singed at the page corners,

And now a new world without the burning monster,

Myself,

Only myself,

The second tyrant has gone, alone in the end,

What he had deserved is served in blazing fire,

And ichor mixed with humanity's wine,

And a father that blames this death on everyone,

But himself.

Do not follow me, (not anymore)

I would love you as if you were my own, My own to love, and my own to mourn, I would card my fingers through the tidal curls, And sweep past all the dirt crumbs you had, Because you rolled in damp swamp grass.

I would protect you, from anyone else who dare harm you, Even if you are a fighter and I, a writer, You seem to need me so I will guide you so, Little soldier, you should've stayed a child for a little while longer, It was not your time to see piercing spears and impaling blades on a blood strewn battlefield, Young minds are not meant to don old armor, But why, oh why in my naivete did I lead you here?

Please don't follow me, not anymore, I have no trust in myself to hold your guiding torch, I might burn you with a single blind swing, Just as I had all that long ago when I singed my own wings, I have a lot to say, but too little courage to tell; Apologies are on the tip of my tongue, but they can't seem to spill.

Little child I love like my own, If you were to forgive the one who raised you, Would they not hurt you anymore?

I will give you every reason I could think of, so you would let go, I'm afraid if you stay by my side for longer than you need to, I'd harm you just like all those years ago, I never lay a hand against you, but I broke that porcelain pedestal, And the shards of porcelain left bleeding cuts I could not mend.

I'm sorry, my dear, I wish you the best.

Guilt did not stay underground (sometimes I wish I did)

Knock me down between the eyes,

Eyes of man that crust with gunpowder and long gone cigarette smoke,

Knock me down,

I deserve it,

Little brother o' mine

Let me earn it.

Knock on the door,

Over lily of valleys,

Hung over the frame

Of what once was two,

three against the world,

And you used to mean the world to me,

I don't think that's ever changed,

Second son o' mine, brother o' mine,

Let me go, I'd die a second time

Let me go,

I need to go.

You don't need to earn an apology from me,

Just that you are asking for an apology,

From a coward, that is me,

I need you to stay,

(I want you to go away)

Just like the old days,

(I've come back to my old ways)

With you by my side,

and I by yours,

'You need to let them heal without you'

So I will let you heal without me,

I'd die a second time to make everyone happy,

Except I'd die only in others eyes,

I'd be a wandering man, a breathing ghost,

A husk of flesh and bone

and once long ago flags and never-sung-again songs,

If I am the problem,

then I will remove myself from the equation,

Give you a quick solution,

I've returned to my roots,

my roots underground,

Brother o' mine, would you wish to come around?

wishing on the farthest star

It seems I am wishing on the farthest star

To achieve what I, alone have earned,

The destruction of what once was home,

seems like a faraway memory, instead of a tomb.

I miss the hunger-smells, and the deathless soil

lively and untouched by the tyrannical hand,

I should've known

that I was wishing on the farthest star

in this lonely night sky,

where family is torn apart at the seams,

and little stars burn out,

and big Suns explode.

I am the slow burning fuse planted 'neath the earth of my home

Ne'er did they find the core of the tick, tick, ticks of time burning,

For the final bow was inevitable,

and this home of ours was never meant to be,

I am this slow-burning fuse,

Forever, lay the scent of TNT.

...Now, the reminiscent stench of gunpowder,

Clings to my coat like an old friend,

that once stabbed me in the back some time ago,

I frown when this sweater of mine smells of cigarette smoke,

The last remaining memory from Before,

tainted with the poignant, lingering smell of who I have come to be,

I chose this path myself,

Please, do not follow me.

7-year-old cTommy not understanding why his father and older brother leave for prolonged periods of time. It used to be two to three weeks, but as cTechno grew older, the longer it took for Tommy to be able to see his favorite brother. And unfortunately for him, no one told him about the voices that plagued Techno’s mind at all hours of the day.

They’re home once more, Phil shooing off Tommy outside for peace and quiet, and Techno giving him small trinkets he picked up, along with a promise to let Tommy braid his hair later. Tommy, being the good little brother he is, goes to pick his brother’s favorite flowers, only to come back to Techno a snarling mess, lashing out at anyone who comes near him.

Tommy doesn’t understand what’s going on nor why his father and other brother are looking at Techno like a monster; all he sees is his big brother in pain and confusion. He approaches slowly, flowers held out with a shaky smile, and Techno looks at him, slowly reaching his hand out.

The tear of flesh like paper, and Tommy is screaming whether from the pain of the wound or being yanked back so violently away from Techno. Techno, blinking in confusion, looks down to the blood now coating his hand and then to his injured little brother struggling to get back to him.

Phil and Techno are gone the next morning.

-It wasn’t until Pogtopia that Tommy saw Techno again, leaning against the man’s shoulder as he spoke of the places he went, the things he learned. How somehow the blood of his sounder is able to pull him back, not quite distinguish the voices, but calms them. It’s quiet after that, Tommy telling Techno it was never his fault and he never blamed him. Techno holds him closer but doesn’t answer.

-It’s exile and for some reason Techno was helping Tommy, though he had no reason to. His brother doesn’t care, he knows this, yet he loves Techno too much to let him go as easily as he was. It slipped out by accident, what Dream did, how he deserved it, the meaning of the Tower Techno had found him beside. And for some reason that made Techno angry, and Tommy could see how quickly he was losing himself.

It shouldn’t work, Techno didn’t think of him as family anymore, but it was worth a try. Digging his nails into arm, he breaks open the stitches, letting the blood run freely. And it worked. He could see the cloudiness leaving Techno’s eyes, how he rushed over to Tommy’s side.

Techno was flinging insults at him, but Tommy couldn’t care less. Techno still thought of him as a brother, he still loved him. Tommy went to sleep that night with a smile on his face and a weight lifted off his shoulders.

-Tommy had fucked up big time. He probably should have gotten Phil, but he just had to play the hero. He had never seen Techno so bad before, even the blood from the wound in Tommy’s shoulder hardly phased him. Maybe it was because their bond was so frayed Techno needed more.

So, he provoked him. As Techno attacked, he met him halfway. Despite the sword that was ran through him, the snow turning pink under his feet, he threw his arms around Techno’s neck, pulling his face down so their foreheads touched and their eyes met.

It wasn’t working. Still, Tommy muttered reassurances to him. To come back to him, fight it, that he was stronger than this. To not be afraid because his little brother was there to make it all better like always. That ‘I love you, Techie.’

But Techno didn’t love him enough anymore for the voices to be quelled. And that was okay, Tommy understood. At least he tried, one last time. With that thought, he let himself fall.

-It was cold when Techno woke up. He had gotten angry, he wasn’t even sure for, but he didn’t want help this time. He wanted to feel blood on his hands and he didn’t care whose it was. But now he needed to get home. He needed…Tommy. The boy’s name was nothing more than a whisper on his lips. His baby brother, his runt, his family, looking so small curled up like that, almost as if he was asleep and Techno could pick him up and tuck him under the covers.

But he knew what death looked like. Especially when he was the one that caused it. Techno could fight a thousand men in one go to protect his little brother, but this, this was a battle Techno couldn’t win. This time, Techno couldn’t be the hero in Tommy’s story.

And for the first time in his life, the voices where completely silent.

The demons fr bcs why is c!Tommy so drawable

c!tommy in the big 24 (im losing it)

i drew him so old on the left page i want to tear my eyes out, me when hes grown up and is healing 😨⁉️ (thank you jack manifold)

full spreads because i ate lowkey

and bonus LMAO

I wonder what he’s thinking about.

【︎WIP】︎

Somnia SMP AU

So, this AU idea actually came from a conversation my wife and I had while I made a design for C!Dream.

! THIS AU IS STILL VERY MUCH A WIP !

This is Somnia.

Somnia is a C!Dream who, Somehow, accidently discovered a way to travel through the multiverse. While on this journey though, he witnessed countless horrific events all cause by the Dreams in those universes. When he saw everything, he was mortified, deciding he couldn't bear to carry the same name and identity that these "Monsters" did. That would be when he changed his name from Dream, to Somnia. In a fit of rage, however, he confronted one of the Dreams, Even going so far as to take one of his lives. After he finally returned home, Saw Tommy, and everyone else, He vowed to never allow his SMP to turn out the way he'd seen various others. He then made sure everyone knew his name was no longer Dream, And the Server's name was to be changed as well.

Extra Info:

-Because of the guilt that Somnia holds, He hosts Large serverwide festivals at the end of every month for each member to attend and enjoy.

-Once took Tommy's discs, but realized how much they meant to him and immediately returned them with cover of, "Oh, I lost those, Looks like Tommy found them anyways. Oh well."

-Actively works to prevent Several "Canon events" from happening.

-L'manberg was founded, But the revolution took place before Somnia's discovery of the multiverse.

-Prevented Schlatt from winning in the election, and Convinced Quackity to go along with Wilbur Instead.

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This is what I have so far, So stay tuned to see more of this AU, Including small Fanfics, Comics, doodles, and everyone else's character sheets + Designs. (Along with how their story has been altered by Somnia's experience with the Multiverse.)

-Thank you for Reading!

(ANY QUESTIONS ARE WELCOME! AS WELL AS ANY ART OF THE AU)

Pogtopia feels more haunted than a blown up L'Manburg...

my favorite place on the dream smp right now is abandoned pogtopia.

it is truly the one place that has been completely frozen in time. it hasn't been touched since November 16th, and you can feel the pain of that day embedded in the walls.

it feels wrong to even go back to it. you'd have see the remnants of c!wilbur. the buttons on the walls, the messy tunnel from pogtopia to manberg, the old potato farm, the pit, the spiral staircase used to even reach it. the chests and bed are still sitting at its entrance, almost completely untouched. the entire place essentially documents c!wilbur's descent into paranoia and mental decline, with c!tommy being a witness and a victim to all of it.

and yet, when people do revisit, they don't stay for long. it just feels so haunting. as if you shouldn't go back to it. you shouldn't be there, and the ambiance of the place let's you know that.

Tommy said on his recent alt stream that he always wished he couldve done a different ending for ctommy, and when jack went live on the smp he realized he could..

(timestamp- 49:00)

"I logged on Jack's stream, did that, stood in my cupboard, and was like 'Fuck man, I just wish I could've ended it differently-' and I was like- 'OH I can! Right now !!' And then I legged it back to my computer, wrote a few notes, and was like 'Ok, c'mon Tom, fuckin' lock in, man.' ... Yeah I was really happy with that."

"... It didn't even really make that much canonical sense to go to Techno's house, I just needed Jack to know without me saying anything that I was, fuckin', being really serious in-character."

"... Yeah, it was nice, I was really happy. I always had that ending in my head, like imagining that the alt ending was that he had a little cottage. So I liked it- I was like 'Yeah! This is fuckin' canon, man.' ... It meant a lot to me- It really meant a lot to me! You ever like, be clearing through your bedroom and you find a toy that you forgot, fuckin' meant the world to you, then you're holding it and you're like 'Oh shit. This is so important, right now I've remembered about this.' That's what it was like doing the cottage- I was like- I got to be a tiny bit ctommy and I was like 'This is fuckin' important to me, lets fuckin' finish-! This is the most important thing right now!'"

i had to

WAA4400— 0UFFM!!! EUgh.. 0www1e3.. My H34d.. HUrts..

The demon sits up, rubbing his head in pain.

.. Uhhmm.. 0h! A Scr33n! .. "Introduce Yourselves"? .. H3y, h3y!! 0ther guy!! Ya s33in' th1s?? ... Hmph.

He shook the other, who was still laying face flat on the ground. No response however. He rolls his eyes. Looking at the camera Infront of him.

Hy3ll0!! I 4m C00lkid! The C00LEST guy in town! H3h. 1'm pr3tty aw3some. I am 10!! But s00n.. I'll b3 11!! Yeah!! .. Pr0nouns?? What 4re pron0uns? .. He/him? Is that r1ght? .. 0kay!! Yeah!! And — 🖍️🎸 as.. My s1gn 0ff? .. Wh4t d0es that m34n?

H3y! W4ke up and 1ntr0duce y0urself! The Scr33n says so!

He shook the other again, this time, he's awaken.

The avian groans, stretching his wings out and sitting up.

Wha?.. Oh.

He looks at the camera with intrigue, his wings shifting idly by on his back.

Uh, hey. I'm Tommy. Tommy Careful Danger Kraker Innit. You probably know me, but uh... I'm 16, and my pronouns are He/They. ... The fuck do you mean I need a sign off?- fine. I'll use 💿🪽. My head hurts, ow...

HELLOO !!! THIS IS THE MOD FOR TOMMYINNIT HEHEHEHE uhhh myname is linix and,,,,, my pronouns are he/they/it !! yaya, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Tommy is a chicken avian, and he is in exile arc !! my main blog is @linixvyx3 hehe and this blog was inspired by @/casinocrossover!1!1!1!1!!! uhhh ya ithink I'm done :3 YOUR TURN MY FRIEND!!!!!

HELLO. LOSERS. I am mod for the C00LEST kid. You don't DESERVE my name. call me doktor. she/they . GET IT RIGHT!! c00lkid is just a stinky demon . That's all he is. main blog is @insanityloss, I'm barely online though. that is it. GOODBYE.

C!Tommy is Transfem!

Being a fictive is so silly sometimes like what do you mean ctommyinnit is getting ready for dance practice

I. This is so accurate what

AND C TOMMY IS MY FAV CHARACTER?2?2??? AND EXILE IS MY FAV ARC?1?22?2!2?!2!2!2!?!2!2??? AHAHAHSAAAAAA

which faction of the dream smp are you?

(rb with ur results in the tags)

No words

I was rewatching the Hitting on 16 vod and holy shit I think I cracked the code to as why the dynamic between c!crimeboys in the final c!Wilbur lore stream felt off.

No, because now all of this makes sense. The finale of Wilbur’s story makes sense. c!crimeboy's dynamic isn’t what it used to be in Lmanberg. It’s changed and c!Tommy is used to the way Wilbur uses words now. It has “no effect on Tommy anymore. They just make him a little frightened”

Tommy: “You’re scaring me” Wilbur: “I don’t want to scare you” Tommy: “Well you are Will!”

This exchange makes sense.

“He felt he had done something wrong simply by posing his pov and he felt like the antagonist when all he wanted was an answer”

The entire stream, whatever felt off between them, it all makes sense now

c!Tommy wants answers to his questions. c!Wilbur is unwilling to give them to him. That is, until c!Tommy resorted to violence just as he had seen was effective all throughout his childhood midst war and more prominently in his exile

“I don’t know why I did that… I didn’t use to be this angry” Frightened of abandonment because he could see the fragments of a broken man, his brother, who had been held together with a single bandage since his revival slowly start falling out of place.

And all c!Tommy wanted was an answer to his questions.

But Tommy’s only ever been antagonised for them.

YOOOOO SKETCHES FROM A CHARACTER AI!!

I rp with one Ranboo (AU) on behalf of Michael and SO CUTE INTERACTIONS WITH HIM AND HIS SON WAS I DIED.

And I drew the Bench Trio and their reactions to Michael's adoption by Ranboo lmao

thehehe

Pretend he said something super duper funny

Comfort

Being cutesy with my friend ^w^…ahh don’t worry, he is just a bit bashful ^^;;

gods very favorite preacher boy

(sorry for drawing dsmp it just happens soemtimes)

the light you seek is within you