(commissions closed!) He’ll be warm for a day! If you set a man on fire... He’ll be warm for the rest of his life! (just call me Bat! or Nix! I'm not sure :) (also down to chat! I love rambling!)
Main account (to clear up some miscommunication): @roomofartisticcatz
Old blog (might probably be dead but I dunno): @eddsworldgt
Commissions! (Closed)
Everything else: (a work in progress)
Most of these will be g/t, if any aren't, well, I dunno if I'll mark them as normal. Probably not : )
Mcyt Oneshots
Fun little noms comic
Eddsworld Oneshots
Chapter Stories:
Venture Masterpost
Dream is just minding his own business one afternoon when a party of hunters manage to stumble across him. He manages to dispatch them easily enough, but when he roots through their stuff, he finds something...surprising. Something that shakes things up a little.
Granted, finding a tiny teenager in a cage would usually shake things up more than 'a little' for most people, buuut...Dream wasn't someone that could be considered 'most people.'
AO3 link cause tumblr's link system is fucked
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Vague outline
Vague Tommy lore
Bad, Ant, Tommy, and George reference
Dream + Tommy reference
Antfrost reference
Maneater Masterpost
Giant Dream, tiny smp but with my own plot
giant!Dream, tiny!smp
Plot list (working on an updated one rn)
Art from far in the future of the story
Ask for headcanons
Snippet
If Dream tries to eat one of his friends
(ignore necessity for now, I need to move it to oneshots. It is no longer a part of the Maneater storyline)
Necessity (noms/death)
Fanart
Fanart 2
Warden Masterpost
(non-g/t, technically)
Dream's mask breaks while in prison, revealing his most closely guarded secret: His status as a warden hybrid. Unfortunately for him, wardens are...really hard to kill, so that makes his body and organs and everything really... valuable. Quackity exploits this.
AO3 link (has more chapters than on Tumblr)
(ignore the blanks this is a wip lmao)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
BEST Dream Reference
Dream reference
Why Quackity didn't die in the cell when Dream's mask came off
Warden snippets
Fully colored Dream reference
Fanart (by squishy)
Post-prison Dream, Sapnap, and George reference
Blob Masterpost
After Dream blows up all of Tommy's stuff, again, the teen finds a strange, little white creature. It's face has the same smile as Dream's mask, which disturbs Tommy, but it seems...innocent enough.
It's also hurt, and Tommy would feel bad if he left it to die.
A03 link (had more chapters than on Tumblr)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Art for chapter 4
Can Blob be hurt or die
The First Masterpost
Immortal Dream never escapes prison. The descendants find him, years and years later.
Forsaken (.01)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Concepts:
Blind
Dream is blind, George is a borrower that lives in his house
Icegogs (noms)
Just George made out of ice
Batty
Bat hybrid brothers Punz, Dream, and Purpled, following their adventures after their colony is burned out
Confined
Found (ask/snippet)
Ask about design/bat species
Dream's a sizeshifter who has to regularly return for giant size, but he doesn't account for the prison
giant!Dream, tiny!Punz
Accidentally
Punz accidentally shrinks himself right before the final vault
giant!Dream, tiny!Punz, giant!Foolish
Axolotl hybrid!dream (noms-ish)
Art
Art 2
Ask 1
Long story thing w/roman
Dream and Tommy are brothers, but Dream is tiny.
Camp camp ramble
Eternally respawning angst (brief fatal noms)
Dream and George are friends, but...there's a famine, and Dream doesn't want George to starve to death
tiny!Dream, tiny!Sapnap, tiny!Bad, giant!George
Tank
Dream gets caught and accidentally starved by Wilbur. Oh, Tommy's there too.
tiny!Dream, tiny!Tommy, giant!Wilbur
Rambles:
Sticky traps
Bottles
Skulls
Favorite trope
Forgetful Karl with two small borrowing friends
Continuation of forgetful Karl and his borrower friends
Food in stomachs (short but I think it's neat)
Sharp fangs/teeth
Old blog stuff (@eddsworldgt):
(note: these are all older and were written a while ago, so my writing isn't that...great. oof.)
Text
Tom gets a text from Tord. That's...odd. Usually they try to avoid communicating with each other.
giant!Tom, tiny!Tord
Stitch
Matt and Tom come screamimg into Tord's room, hands covered in blood. Something's very, very wrong.
tiny!Edd, giant!Tord, giant!Tom, giant!Matt
Caught
Tom gets kidnapped–and he's tiny. Fuck.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Art
King Matt Au
Matt's the king, and there's this pesky giant hanging around his walls. It's what he gets for saving it, he supposes.
Art
Fall
Nightmare
He didn't do anything! He was just trying to mess with some tech he had been given! What went wrong?!
Feeling a little bit of writers block and lacking motivation for writing at the moment. That silly procedures book for work took it out of me which I'm annoyed by because I really want to keep writing jornos but can't seem to get anything out of my head.
So I'm asking for fake fic titles or jornos theories/ ideas to try and get the ball rolling. Need some inspo or else next chapter will be delayed qwp
Post reveal — Techno or wilbur sneaking borrower-sized tommy into school in like a chest pocket or something bc hes not in the registry, and tommy wants to see the school?
Shenanigans ensue, like one of them pulling a fire alarm or setting up pranks for some of the teachers
Theory: after whoever sees tommy and realizes its him, tommy realizes theyre not going to reject him and they have a big sit-down and chat around the couch
OR
I theorize that tommy freaks out and bolts, because he was seen. It doesn't matter if the beans know him, he was seen, and that means he needs to pack up and leave, maybe not even pack up, there migh not be time, so he just leaves. He's so panicked that he doesn't even think to come back for his phone or anything, so nobody will be able to contact him.
Meanwhile, whoever saw him is is shocked, and thinking, 'this explains so much and opens so many more questions' but regardless, pulls the other two into the search, bc tommy's now gone, and he was so small ... What if he gets hurt or lost somehow? Is he okay?
This leads to everyone searching for tommy for a few hours, thinking that tommy maybe left them for good but hoping that hed be back for dinner, until someone finds him, either borrower or human sized, curled up and crying in like a tree stump or a bush ir a forest or something.
Feeling a little bit of writers block and lacking motivation for writing at the moment. That silly procedures book for work took it out of me which I'm annoyed by because I really want to keep writing jornos but can't seem to get anything out of my head.
So I'm asking for fake fic titles or jornos theories/ ideas to try and get the ball rolling. Need some inspo or else next chapter will be delayed qwp
Post reveal — Techno or wilbur sneaking borrower-sized tommy into school in like a chest pocket or something bc hes not in the registry, and tommy wants to see the school?
Shenanigans ensue, like one of them pulling a fire alarm or setting up pranks for some of the teachers
More on Quackity from my fairies au bc I’ve got a long train ride to think
Quackity originally immigrated to the country of Essempi to go to college and study Game Theory (it’s an actual branch of study) and hospitality management so he could get a high paying job for a casino. But, a little over halfway through college, Quackity’s mother got seriously sick. So he started working to send the money back to his family. Q worked at a bulk grocery store (think like Costco and Sam’s Club) He eventually quit school to work full time so he could send more money. Unfortunately, his mother’s sickness was deadly. It hit him hard because he never knew his father or his father’s family. After her funeral, Quackity stayed in Essempi because the grief hurt too much for him to be able to return home without her. At some point in the vague future, Quackity wants to go back to school and finish his degree, but it seems intimidating so he hasn’t yet. A year before he met the fairies, he got promoted to shift lead.
Au where Quackity is a retail worker but when he’s walking home through the forest, he stumbles across two tiny fairies that are being chased around by a runaway dog. Quackity grabs the dog’s leash and restrains it from attacking the fairies. The two fairies quickly fly off and Quackity leaves the forest with the dog. He returns it to its owner(probably bbh, making the dog Rat but it doesn’t really matter). Then he questions his own reality, because there’s no reason why fairies should exist, especially because he doesn’t believe magic exists. Q rationalizes it as some sort of bizarre bug.
But, after his next shift, Quackity takes the same path through the forest and runs into the fairies again. (Or rather, they run into him since he’s comparatively massive) They were so tiny that he could easily fit them both in his hands, but they flitted around way too quickly for him to be able to grab them. It’s the same two fairies, he thinks.
One has blonde hair, reddish wings, and red sparkles seem to follow him. He is energetic and love to fly laps around Quackity’s head til they’re both dizzy.
The other is brunette with green clothes and wings. He’s a lot more curious and typically will poke and prod at whatever aspect of Quackity he finds interesting at the moment. Quackity doesn’t really mind because the fairy is so tiny that he barely feels it.
The only problem is that there is a communication barrier between them. While the fairies seem sentient and can absolutely talk to each other, it only sounds like ringing bells to Quackity. It’s completely incomprehensible to Quackity (this leads to a lot of charades) Thankfully, the fairies seem to have a decent grasp of English (He first tried speaking to them in Spanish, but it fell flat)
I've recently learned that escaping enshitification is actually really easy. When I was younger I would use FOSS (free and open source software) because I usually couldn't afford anything else. Back then the paid options were usually significantly better than the unpaid options so when I finally got money I started using the paid stuff and completely forgot that Foss existed.
If you don't know why Foss is awesome its not just that its free. Open source software has a huge set of advantages. Most software is proprietary meaning that its code cannot be viewed by other people. Open source softwares code can be viewed by everyone and people can contribute their own code to make it better. Open source is often more secure than proprietary because more people have more eyes on it and more people have contributed to it's security. Its also easy to know how much privacy you have with every software because you can read the code. No more "trust me bro I'm not harvesting and selling your data" you know if they are collecting and selling because the code is publicly available.
In the last two months I have been switching almost completely to Foss. I was worried at first because when I stopped using Foss over 10 years ago the average Foss software was genuinely worse than the paid proprietary alternative. Thankfully things have really come full circle. 90℅ of the software I have tried in the last 2 months works better than the proprietary alternative and is 100℅ less obnoxious.
So here is a list of every Foss software I have tried and recommend. There is way more than this available. This list is just what I have used and like personally. Anyone can feel free to add and we can turn it into a master list. Please just take these as a place to start and do your own research to see if these softwares will work for your use case before you fully ditch your proprietary software.
Operating systems
Graphene os: android alt. Security and privacy focused. The most secure and private smartphone currently available.
Linux mint: easy to use linux, 100℅ better than windows.
Pop!: The Linux distro you should use if you have nividia hardware and want to play games using said hardware. Very intuitive and easy to use.
Kubuntu: Ubuntu Linux with KDE desktop. This is the linux distro one I am currently using and I don't have any plans to jump ship again. Better than windows and better than Mac. The companion app for your phone makes life soooo easy. Its pretty and easy to customize to a ridiculously granular level. No fucking notes.
Kindle jailbreak- ko reader: use jailbreak to free your kindle from the tyranny of the bezos. It will download ko reader which is a Foss OS that has every fucking feature you always wished kindle had and let's you read whatever the fuck you want, and have whatever the screensaver you want (no more ads!). Soooo fuck amazon and use this. I genuinely cannot recommend it enough.
Linux FOSS: (some available on windows and android as well)
Calibre: Foss desktop eBook library. Packed with features. You will want to use this with koreader to make managing your kindle easy.
Manuscript: skrivner alt. Does absolutely everything I need.
Bitwarden: password manager (use a keepass fork if you want self hosted)
Next cloud: private google drive and cloud alternative that you can self host if you want but it's not required. App available
Proton VPN: to the best of my knowledge it is the only Foss no log VPN you can get. You can pay for higher speeds. App available
Quad9dns: free encrypted DNS provider. App available.
News software:
Use any Foss RSS reader and for the love of god stop getting news from social media. Take control of your feed!
Apps (I only know for android)
Fdroid: great app store to find Foss android apps and download them.
Antennapod: you can get all of your podcasts fetched to one feature rich app via RSS feed. No need to rely on spotify or music steaming services.
Openreads: it's good reads but private and 100℅ stored locally. No amazon, no social media aspect, it just tracks your reading, you can import your good reads but if you want to import from storygraph you have to make a good reads burner account, import to good reads, then import to openreads. The menus Navigation on this one is a bit cumbersome but honestly good reads app is worse.
Newpipe: YouTube frontend that let's you have YouTube subscriptions, watch YouTube in the background, and blocks all ads, without logging in to YouTube. You will want to use this one with a VPN set to Canada (or any other country) so YouTube doesn't keep blocking it in order to force you to sign in. But even with that extra step its worth it for the privacy and the lack of ads.
Proton mail: one of 2 more private gmail alts. But you should note that email cannot be 100℅ anonymous or private.
I think that's it. There are still a lot software varieties I am slowly finding.
I know people get mad at the name, and I understand why, but straight-up I've been using GIMP for 15 years and it's a good solid art program made under the GNU program. It's worth a look.
Blender is an amazing FOSS suite for 3D modeling and animation, as well as digital sculpting and motion tracking. Pros use it. It’s a staple in game development. It’s what the Academy Award winning film “Flow” was made on. It’s not the bland name alternative to an industry standard; it is an industry standard.
Krita is a fantastic FOSS application for digital painting. Everyone I’ve ever talked to who uses it has loved it to death.
OBS is the absolute go-to choice for screen recording and live streaming. You can use it to record your entire desktop or a specific window, capture audio from multiple sources, and even add overlays, webcam feeds, or transitions to your videos.
VLC Media Player is the best media player, hands down. It’s lightweight, it’s reliable, it supports virtually every audio and video format known to man, and it has built in media conversion and even basic editing. I truly can’t imagine why anyone would use a media player that isn’t this one. It’s just the best there is, easily, no contest.
Audacity is a fantastic multi-track audio editor and recorder. It’s free and it’s good, and podcasters love it for a reason.
And believe it or not, Thunderbird is a really good email client now. I’m not even joking. If you used it back in the day and hated it, please give it another chance, because the glow up is unreal.
Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.
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Confrontation- not Philzas’ favourite thing in the world, but not something he was un-familiar with.
As a single Dad with twin teenage boys, it’s unavoidable that certain actions and behaviours require a ‘stern talking to’ from time to time. He’d picked up books over the years with developmental phases and strategies to help navigate certain topics for Wilbur and Technoblade's lives; to be better equipped for those situations. Unfortunately, none of those books had prepared him for tonight’s uneasy conversation.
“So, does someone want to explain to me why you both bailed on school this afternoon?” Phil asked his sons expectantly, his chin resting on intertwined fingers, propped up by his elbows on his desk.
His sons sat across from him in his office, neither brother looking at the other, yet mirroring each other perfectly, with both their arms crossed tightly as they sat in silence. He’d come home to Technoblade sulking on the couch, with Tommy and Wilbur nowhere in sight.
Technoblade was fiddling with one of his pen knives, twirling it between his fingers rapidly, his face stone cold as he focused on the blade, the living room a mess. Phil was just relieved he wasn’t throwing it around the house for a change.
Since Technoblade’s call, Phil had left work early, deeming the situation a family emergency. With how the teen had sounded over the phone, Phil’s concern for Tommy's well-being, left alone with Technoblade, was on high alert. He knew the pinket wasn’t fond of the young blond, but since he didn’t seem to know Tommy had a house key, it sounded like he was in full protection mode and ready to throw hands. At least Technoblade had called him before doing anything too rash...
Before Phil even had a chance to ask the teen what had transpired, a ping from their family group chat alerted him and Technoblade to their phones. Phil whipped out his phone, reading the text before Technoblade had even registered the alert, the message instantly confirming his suspicions.
Wilbur:
We need to talk about Techno and Tommy.
Phil quickly texted back as Technoblade placed the blade down uncaringly with a thunk on the coffee table and grabbed his phone.
Phil:
Where’s Tommy?
Wilbur:
We’re just walking to the park now. He’s okay, but a bit shaken up.
Phil sighed at least somewhat relieved Tommy was fine, but the annoyed scoff from Technoblade signalled the teen had now seen the texts.
Phil:
Drop Tommy off and make sure he’s okay. Then I want you home immediately to discuss this.
“Dad I-” Technoblade started to argue when he saw the messages, but was immediately cut off by his father.
“Not a word from you until your brother gets home.” Phil scolded. “You both have some explaining to do.”
Phil didn’t wait for a response as he left his son to seethe in the living room. He had to mentally prepare for the coming conversation.
A short while later, Wilbur arrived back from the park and he too was silenced when he went to argue who’s fault it was for the recent events. Phil only wanted to hear this once, not through multiple bouts of whining of ‘who did what’. The blond beckoned both of his sons into his office and took a seat at his desk facing two chairs opposite him, noticing the mood change the moment both twins were in the room together. They hadn’t been this tense since they were little kids arguing over chocolate versus strawberry ice cream.
“Well?” Phil asked when neither of his boys answered. “What happened?”
“It’s all his fault!” Wilbur accused, breaking the silence as he jerked his head in Technoblade’s direction. “He basically terrorised Tommy for eating a snack.”
“He was IN our house, taking OUR stuff, when WE weren’t there!” Technoblade spat back, sharply glaring at his twin. “What was I supposed to think? He’s cleaning the shelves?!”
“He has a key!” Wilbur insisted, venom in his tone as he faced his brother slowly on the swivel chair, Technoblade rolling his eyes as he did. “Dad told us he gave one to Tommy weeks ago! You weren’t paying attention and tormented Tommy!”
“I did not torment the kid!” Technoblade spat annoyedly, as he folded his arms tightly across his chest. “Rough them up? Sure, but torment them? Not even close.”
“That’s not an explanation and you KNOW IT!”
“BOYS!” Phil shouted, silencing the twins as the tension began to escalate. “Blaming each other still doesn’t explain why you left school in the first place.”
The twins rolled their eyes and turned away from each other as Phil spoke, the fire dimming but not fizzling out. “Now please, answer the question.”
There was a brief silence before Wilbur spoke up again.
“Technoblade left lunch at home and went back to get some because he wouldn’t have any food from the cafeteria. He was taking too long and not answering any of my calls, so I panicked and left school only to get home and find Tommy cowering on the couch.”
“Hey, it was you who bet me to run home and get lunch-” Technoblade countered as he continued. “And I’m glad I did because the little thief was taking our stuff. Besides, you thought there was a snake and trashed the living room.”
“YOU SAID THERE WAS SNAKE!” Wilbur yelled back, pointing an accusatory finger at his brother, “I THOUGHT SOMEONE GOT BITTEN BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T REPLY!”
“I said it auto corrected.” Technoblade stated innocently, as Wilbur seethed beside him. “Besides, you're missing the point. Tommy was in the house without permission, taking OUR STUFF!”
Technoblade, tired of this losing battle with his twin, turned to Phil, almost pleading with his father. “Don’t you think that’s sus?”
“HE HAS A KEY IDIOT!” Wilbur shouted at his brother, flailing his arms wildly, gaining his brother's attention back with a sharp glare. “What part of ‘Phil gave him permission’ don’t you understand?”
“The part where he didn’t tell anyone he-”
“ENOUGH!” Phil shouted, cutting both teens off before they could escalate the argument any further, as he dropped his voice back down to a calmer tone. “Enough.”
He loved his boys dearly, but this was getting ridiculous.
“Arguing over this is not going to solve anything, so let’s get straight to the point.”
The twins silenced themselves, neither happy but neither daring to push Phil's limits in the moment from their fathers sternness. Phil took a deep breath, as he focused his thoughts.
‘Address the main issue, acknowledge their intentions, encourage the next best course of action.’
“Wilbur, I appreciate your concern for Tommy, but you can’t skip out on school even when you think something is wrong. If you thought there was a snake at home or any kind of emergency, you should have let me know first instead of sneaking off to check.”
Wilbur nodded slightly in understanding, but clearly frustrated by the statement.
“I will be calling the school to explain the reason for your absence, but you will most likely be facing detention for sneaking off during school hours.” Phil explained, in which Wilbur groaned but didn’t say anything more.
“As for you Technoblade, leaving school for a bet is un-excuseable as you should know better.” Phil expressed, as Technoblade looked away sourly. “While I’ve been lenient over both your shenanigans in the past, your actions have resulted in far bigger consequences than you intended with Tommy’s involvement.”
“My actions?” Technoblade challenged, arms uncrossing as the teen leaned forward stiffly. “You realise had I not come home, we could have been robbed by some scruffy thirteen year old?”
“I understand your concerns about Tommy-” Phil assured quickly as he realised where this was going. “But as I said on the phone, I gave Tommy a key. I know he’s been coming over when we’re not home.”
“And you’re okay with that?” Technoblade asked, genuine concern and frustration painted across the teen’s face.
“Yes, I am.” Phil responded calmly, as his son sat and stared at him convolutedly. “I admit, I should have made sure you knew and understood why I gave Tommy a key instead of just assuming you knew, but threatening Tommy was not the way to go about it.”
“But he acted like he was caught doing something wrong!” Technoblade argued insistently. “If he had permission to be there, why act suspicious if he had nothing to hide?”
“The point is Technoblade,” Phil cut the pinket off, holding his hands up placatingly, before the teen could spiral further. “I understand your apprehension towards Tommy, but you have to understand he hasn’t led a normal life. We know that he's been through some sort of abuse in the past, one that makes him act strange, but Wilbur and I are doing everything we can to help Tommy feel more comfortable here.”
Wilbur nodded in agreement, as he quietly listened to Phil speak. “Your apprehension and trust issues towards him are negatively impacting that and I’m asking you to stop.”
Technoblade didn’t like that answer.
“But what about our stuff going missing?” The teen insisted almost desperately. “Don’t you care that this might be some elaborate plan to steal all our stuff and Tommy is just playing the long game?”
Phil sighed, his patience beginning to thin at his son's insistence. Technoblade had always been very protective of what was his. If he cared about something deeply, he became overprotective when something opposed it- especially when it came to family. He loved his son for caring so much, truly; but it made it difficult when they weren’t all on the same page.
“Things have been disappearing since before we even met Tommy and the garage incident revealed that it’s mice.” Wilbur spoke, sharing his stance on the topic. “If you hadn’t noticed, less things have been going missing as of late thanks to the mouse traps and when things have moved or been tampered with, Tommy literally asks about them the next time he visits.”
Technoblade is about to argue with his twin before Phil interjects. “What Wilbur means is, Tommy is just curious. He’s never been in a position where he can safely ask questions without being reprimanded for it before. It’s why he explores things on his own first before coming to ask us about it. He just needs someone he can feel safe with.”
“We just want to protect Tommy,” Wilbur adds at the end of Phil' s sentence, gaining both his brother and fathers attention. “Like how you protect us.”
Technoblade flicks his gaze to Phil who offers him a reassuring smile, as the older watches him closely. The teen takes a moment to process the information, Phil quietly hoping it would stick in his overprotective son's head. His face is blank, slightly unnerving for most who don’t know Technoblade, but Phil sees the way his gaze softens. It’s so minute that most would miss it, but the father knows he’s at least somewhat gotten through to his son. He reaches across the table, leaning over to rest a hand on Techno’s own where it loosens its grip on the arm rest instinctually.
“I just ask, you give Tommy a chance.”
The room quietens, the mood settling for the first time that afternoon as the family of three simply take in the weight of the conversation. The setting sun seeps in through the gaps of the curtain, basking the room in a soft glow as the house seems to breathe, the tension slipping away.
“I’ll think about it.” Technoblade replies, as he adjusts the glasses on his nose. Wilbur physically relaxes next to his twin as Phil smiles, giving Technoblades hand a reassuring squeeze.
“Thank you.”
Guess he didn’t need a book after all.
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Tommy sat at the base platform of the playground, quietly watching the ants at his feet marching on by. He hated ants, but somehow watching them at Bean size made them less annoying and more admirable. No fear that his massive feet were nearby, just busy getting on with the hand life dealt them. Hard working and never quitting.
Surviving- just like he was.
Wilbur had left a while ago, Phil apparently home early and calling a family meeting. Tommy didn’t really want to go back yet. Before he even moved into the Crafts’ house, he had kept his distance during ‘stern talks’. Even though he shouldn’t have cared whether he eavesdropped or not, the Borrower had never liked hearing Beans argue. There was yelling and often screaming which hurt his ears, and he definitely didn’t want to hear the Crafts argue. Especially since it was likely they were going to be arguing about him. Wilbur had assured him he had nothing to worry about, but it was never just that simple.
It had never been like that in the colony when it came to Tommy. Why would it be any different now? The best thing he could do for the moment was give the Crafts space. He’d text Phil later tonight, apologise for the disruption he caused and wait a few days for things to cool off. That usually worked well in the colony. If he stayed away long enough, when he did eventually reappear, usually whatever he did to make them mad had been forgotten and replaced by something less worse. He’s pretty sure Human Beans worked similarly in that line of thinking.
For now though, the park was his safe space. He still had a couple hours of light left before it was dark, so Tommy figured he’d just chill on the playground until then. It was different without Wilbur there. Last time, they’d run around and created a fake country, making up terms and laws neither of them understood and just had fun. It was loud, colourful, fun. Now it was quiet, but Tommy didn’t mind.
The trees rustled softly in the afternoon breeze, the slow setting sun illuminating the park with a gentle glow as it warmed the boy's skin. He could hear laughing in the distance as Bean children made their way home from school, but it was far enough away it didn’t worry Tommy. The peaceful atmosphere couldn’t help but relax the Shifter, as he breathed and sighed deeply, content to just exist in the moment. He spent the time admiring his surroundings, letting his mind wander.
The lush green grass that stretched on and on, the bubbling fountain, splashing water up and down its sides, winding paths that led anywhere and everywhere down different twists and turns. His shifting ability allowed him to experience new horizons only very few Borrowers would ever see a glimpse of in their lifetime. A gift he may not understand, but a gift nonetheless, and an ability that allowed him to do so much more than ever thought possible. With this in mind, Tommy hopped up and set forth down the path that winded past the tree line at a leisurely pace.
It was vastly different to how he’d felt the first time he had hid there. No need to be alert for Wilbur or Phil following him this time. Just him and a nice afternoon in the park. As he walked, he noticed the many big houses in the distance where the park ended and suburbia began. Much like the Crafts’ place, houses were set in rows down the street, some with elaborate gardens while others were simplistic. Some houses had fences for privacy and others were wide open, but for a change- they didn’t feel daunting.
Tommy very well knew he should be more concerned about his surroundings. He was in a Bean neighbourhood in broad daylight, just strolling about the park- to any sane Borrower, that was their worst nightmare come true. But for Tommy? Well, he looked just like any other Bean.
Nothing towered above him and he could see so much more from his current height than the ground. Nothing could possibly sneak up on you like predators could in the wild or walls. There was just wide open space, and Tommy couldn’t help but smile.
When was the last time he was outside on his own and actually liked it?
As crazy as it was, Tommy felt at peace and wanted to savour the moment as long as it would last. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to take a little longer to get home.
It was a big park afterall.
He wandered the park, following the path in a massive loop, until he made it back to the playground where he started. He’d seen a couple of different ones as he’d walked, and true to the Crafts’ words, each one had different coloured slides. He knew he’d finished a full lap when he came upon his playground with the red slide and giddily bounded up to it, running over and dashing up the platform to the top of the slide.
It gave him a great view of where he’d walked, and he could even spot a few of the other playgrounds in the distance. One of them now had a family of five at it, two parents and three kids clambering across the play equipment, shouting and laughing playfully as they rushed about in a game of chase. Tommy smiled longingly as he watched the group muck about. Hopefully one day Technoblade would accept him and then he, Wilbur and Phil could all do a day out together. One big happy fam– uh, group.
…
Yeah one big happy group of friends. Things would work out. They had been going better here for Tommy than anywhere else he’d tried. He just had to be patient and allow time for everyone to adjust.
Tommy’s pocket vibrated, signalling a new message on his phone, and the blond quickly slipped it out to check.
One new message from Phil.
Philza:
Hey Mate, just checking in. Are you doing alright? Spoke with Wilbur and Techno and have straightened things out so you don’t have to worry about anything like that happening again.
‘Good old Phil.’ Tommy thought as he smiled, texting back.
BIG MAN INNIT:
Hey Phil, Yeah I’m okay. Took a walk through the park and will head home soon.
Philza:
I’m sorry your visit got cut short. You’re welcome to come back if home is a bit too much still. Wilbur and I were going to watch a movie tonight. You’re welcome to join us.
“Still thinking of my well being even after everything, huh Phil.” Tommy said aloud fondly, as he read the elder’s text.
He could go back, but the afternoon's events still felt too fresh to invade their space so soon. Even if Phil was well meaning, he didn’t know how well the talk really went with the twins, so it was best to keep his distance like planned.
BIG MAN INNIT:
Thanks Phil, but I’m okay. I’ll come home shortly and probably watch a movie on my own instead. Might be a while before my next visit.
Philza:
Understandable mate. You’re always welcome here anytime. Look after yourself and text when you’re back home within the walls😉
“If only you knew, old man.” Tommy chuckled unsure, as he read the last line, sending back a quick ‘thank you’ before turning the phone off. The screen went black, allowing the glass to mirror the Shifter's own reflection back in the dark surface.
‘Perhaps one day.’ He thought as he pocketed his phone, making his way off the playground to start the trek back home.
‘But I think movie night viewed on the top shelf is best for today.
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Tommy is doing fine. He's just had too many angry experiences targeted at him to go for potentially another lol. I've got some nice stuff planned for chapter 14 so the lonely times won't last much longer ;3
Thank you to @dingbatnix for beta reading. I'm sorry for the torturous chapters that will be coming soon to be read but I love you and you're feedback is wonderful and invaluable! Everyone should go and read their stuff fyi if you haven't already ;3
Okay quick life update: Life is a bit rocky atm😅 chapter 14 may end up getting a slight delayed release as I'm currently preparing to leave my job and begin full time study. Part of the prep I've been doing the last month or so is writing a full booklet of how to do my job when I leave because there is literally no one else who knows how to do it, and I'm trying to do the kind thing and make it as simple a transition as I can.
This booklet is like 50 pages long though and covers so far 58 different topics and I'm not even finished yet. So as you can imagine, all my writing efforts have been on this damn procedures book leaving me a little lack luster with wanting to write in my free time and drained from the energy of life and work.
However, the progress I have been making when I'm up to writing jornos is going great and once I've got this work stuff sorted should be able to dive back into my writing again (I have so many ideas just waiting for me to write them, I'm so excited!)
Thanks to everyone who's been really supportive of my health lately and I really appreciate you all being so understanding. It's another chapter of my life closing and another one beginning and having you along for the ride means the world to me <3
Much love as always and I'll catch ya on the next chapter ;3
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Hey its me again:D just really curious about you bat au even if it was written years ago because I'm always late to everything:')
But also I'm curious about the types of bats the three are gonna be? Like you said in the original post with punz and Purpled having whire furr which would maybe put the as Honduran white bats and dream having white but also having the majority of his being black so he's maybe a panda bat?
As you can see, I'm very passionate about animals and Dsmp and anything that would mix them, which you are scratching that itch with the scraps you gave me
Oh my GOSH the babies <3 I've never seen a panda bat! The cutest little guy ever!
Anyway…originally, i believe i was going to have them all be honduran whites, but now i may change them to be panda bats : D
Dream and Punz definitely were going to be honduran white bats, bc i liked their color scheme for them.
Purpled, im still unsure about, bc one way or another i want his color/fur/wing scheme to have purple in it. Either it was going to be genetic mutation, an accident that permanently dyed him purple, or that he dyes it himself, and for 2/3 of those, he'd have to have white fur for the dye.
The panda bats are so cool…i might end up making them pandas xD
...
Also…to better scratch that itch, have some concept art I never posted : D (i drew these before i decided on the black and white coloring, btw)
Originally I bounced between making them more humanoid or more animalistic, and i believe the Punz design is one i actually liked. I still may change it, idk yet. I'll need to think more : D
(i never got around to drawing Purlled, so i just have these two for Dream and Punz)
I think the "ohhh was C!Tommy the best portrayal of abuser ever" bullshit that always circles around just. Mmm. Misses a lot of stuff?
Because like. I adore C!Tommy, you guys know I adore C!Tommy, I think he's actually a really good portrayal of trauma and abuse. ...but that's not what people are talking about when they bring that up.
They're not talking about how damaging Tommy's and Wilbur's relationship was in pogtopia, how Tommy became deeply agressive and destructive afterwards as a reaction to that abuse. They're not talking about Tommy's addiction to invisibility potions, about his desperation for companionship and self harm in the shape of isolation.
They're talking about exile. Only exile, and as if Tommy was a okay before it and became completely suicidal only because of exile. Its about completely erasing Dream's character and ignoring the fact that Tommy went into exile already mid spiral.
And Im not saying exile wasn't bad. Im saying your analysis of it is fucking lame if the only bad thing to ever happen to Tommy was Dream.
dont trace reference images. dont even LOOK at reference images. in fact, don't ever look at anything that exists in the world, in person or in photos or in videos, even when you're not drawing, because you will still be able to use the memories of what something looks like as a reference when you're drawing it later. yes that includes yourself. destroy all the mirrors in your house. don't look down at your hands or feet. don't look. close your eyes. close them tight. forget everything. it's okay, embrace the darkness. just forget.
CLIFF HANGER BE GONE! WE CONTINUE!!!! Technoblade has some mixed feelings after speaking to Phil and Wilbur is panicking because why isn't his brother returning his calls? and Tommy? Well- he could be better...
Disclaimer! This story is based on the characters of the Dream SMP and not the real life content creators. Anything that occurs in this story is purely fiction and should be treated as such. Thank you.
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The phone dialled once, then twice before connecting the number through, as a concerned Phil answered the phone.
“Techno, are you alright? Why are you calling during school hours? Did something happen to Wil?”
“Did you give Tommy a spare key?” Technoblade asked edge in his tone, cutting straight to the point. There was a brief pause as Phil processed the question.
“I did.” Phil answered slowly, clearly confused by the question. “I told him if there was ever anything he needed, he could come by even if we weren’t home, but asked him to leave a sticky note so we knew he’d been by.”
‘Damn it.’ Technoblade hit the wall with his fist. ‘Kid was telling the truth.’
“Would have been nice if you let me know, Dad.” Technoblade groaned, as he glared daggers at Tommy from down the hall.
“I thought I told you and Wil that last week?” Phil replied, confused, as Techoblade rubbed at his temples in frustration. “That doesn’t explain why you’re calling during school hours though. Did something happen to Tommy? Do I need to come get you both?”
“No Dad.” Technoblade reassured, dragging a hand down his face now realising the dilemma he was in. “We’re fine, but when you get home we are having a serious talk about who you give house keys to.”
“Techno that’s not a proper answer and you kn-” Phil started to argue, but Technoblade cut him off before he could continue.
“Talk to you at home byyyyye.”
“TECHN-” Click.
He’d deal with his Dad later.
Technoblade blew a loose strand of his pink hair out of his face.
‘Great. Just great.’
The teen buried his hands into his red hoodie pocket, and gruffly made his way back into the living room, finding Tommy where he left him- upside down, frozen on the couch.
“Story checks out.” He muttered to the kid, not meeting their gaze, as he moved over to the bookshelf to grab a book. “Sorry.”
Tommy released the breath he’d been holding as he melted in relief on the cushions.
“It’s all good, Big Man. Mistakes happen.” Tommy called back, a joking unease tinge to his voice, as he watched Technoblade from his upside down position move to sit opposite him on the mint coloured couch. “Can I move now?”
“What?” Technoblade deadpans.
“Can I move now?” Tommy asked again, as Techno nodded confusedly, watching the boy right himself up in the weirdest body roll he’d ever seen. “Thanks. The blood was rushing to my head and starting to make me dizzy.”
They sat in awkward silence for a moment, Tommy glancing at the clock, seeing the big stick was on almost on the twelve and the little stick on the one.
“Hey, shouldn’t you still be at school?” Tommy asked as Technoblade turned the page.
“Shouldn’t you?” He shot back.
“I’m too cool for school. All the women couldn’t handle me there and kicked me out because I’m such a ladies’ man and kept distracting everyone.” Tommy bantered back proudly as if that somehow made him better.
Technoblade mentally groaned, but kept his eyes focused on the page he was reading as he spoke.
“Uh huh. Well as realistic as that doesn’t sound, I don’t trust you.” Technoblade spat as Tommy quietened back down. “You may have my Dad and brother fooled, but you can’t fool me. I know you’re hiding something, so you can either tell me the whole truth, or sit there in silence.”
The tiny bit of confidence Tommy seemed to have fizzled out at the comment, as he slunk into the corner of the couch, knees drawn and arms up. All of a sudden that brash kid he’d seen moments ago now looked like a kicked puppy. Sheesh, Wilbur wasn’t kidding when they said Tommy would just shut down. Wait a minute.
Shoot.
Wilbur!
School!!!
Quickly, Techno pulled out his phone and noticed the twenty missed- make that twenty-one- missed messages and eight phone calls from his unruly twin.
Wimblur:
Had enough running yet >:3
Wimblur:
Hey class starts in 10 minutes and you’re not back yet. You good?
Missed call from Wimblur.
Wimblur:
Techno this isn’t funny. Just get your butt back here now.
2 Missed calls from Wimblur.
Wimblur:
Class starts in 4 minutes. Where are you?
3 Missed calls from Wimblur.
Wimblur:
Techno call me back.
Wimblur:
TECH COME ON!
Wimblur:
WHERE ARE YOU? I CAN’T COVER FOR YOU FOREVER! ARE YOU OKAY? ANSWER MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Techno rolled his eyes as he scrolled through the onslaught of messages. Always so dramatic.
BladeKing:
Still at home and not coming back. Tommy's here.
Wimblur is typing…
Wimblur:What? Why?
BladeKing:
Getting a snake apparently. Can you cover for me for the rest of the day? Thanks.
Techno was quick to close his phone after that message and placed it face down on the table whilst a slew of messages bombarded his screen, no doubt Wilbur demanding why he wasn’t coming back. He picked up his book again and returned to reading as Tommy remained unmoved. It was unnerving the way the kid just stared into space.
“You can read a book if you want.” Techno stated cooly, gesturing to the coffee table and book shelf without looking up from his current page.
Tommy didn’t reply, but rather followed where Techno was pointing out the books like he’d never seen one in his life. Gosh, they were weird. Techno decided to ignore it and kept reading. Kid could do whatever he wanted, but if Tommy thought he'd leave him unattended, then he had another thing coming.
Despite the clear threat in Techno’s tone, Tommy eventually picked a book off the table; one of Phil’s books about crows, if he’s reading the cover correctly. The boy just skimmed through it, not finding a whole lot of interest between all the words and very few pictures which his face scrunched up briefly at in protest. However, that time was short lived as Tommy soon finished the book and placed it back on the table, instead grabbing another two books repeating the same process, the rustling of pages starting to irritate the older teen’s peaceful reading.
Seriously? What was with this kid?
When those books proved to be uninteresting as well, Tommy put them back on the table and opted to just stare at the wall. Internally however, Tommy was a blubbering mess.
He knows he knows he knows he knows HE KNOWS!!!!
The Borrower thought he could read Technoblade fairly well. He’d gotten away with some banter before and thought that after his phone call with Phil, some of that hostility would have dropped, but clearly he was wrong. He may not be able to pinpoint it, but Technoblade thought something wasn’t right with him, and that fierce side of the pinket to protect his family was on high alert and all that hostility was directed straight at him.
Tommy would rather live the rest of his life on this couch than move another inch and tick off the pinket any further.
A few minutes or so passed with the occasional turn of pages from Techno’s book, before the rattling of keys and someone's loud panting, burst the front door open, sending a figure tumbling in shouting.
“WHERE IS IT? WHERE’S THE SNAKE?!?!?” Yelled Wilbur, as he charged into the kitchen, completely frazzled and poised with a stick raised high and ready to strike.
His hair was wildly tangled and his breathing was laboured, as if he had just ran a marathon to get here. Knowing Wilbur when wasn’t thinking straight- he probably had. The teen moved about, looking under objects, and waving the stick around at anything he thought moved even a millimetre as he shouted threats at this unknown danger.
Techno had put his book down and just stared dumbfounded at his twin's ludicrous behaviour, whilst Tommy had panicked at the loud shouting, and was now hidden behind a pillow, holding it up like it was a shield in a raid. The second Wilbur’s eyes landed on Tommy’s huddled up from, he dropped the stick and beelined it for the couch, scooping up the blond and squishing his cheeks between his hands.
“TOMMY! Oh my goodness are you alright? Are you hurt? Where’s the snake?”
Tommy could only mumble out a confused ‘what’ from how hard the brunet was squishing his face in, as Wilbur checked him all over for any signs of bite marks or injury. Techno watched the whole ordeal still confused as to why his brother had dragged in a mucky stick.
“Wilbur, what are you talking about?” Technoblade asked, as Wilbur flipped Tommy out of the way and started to check the couch for movement.
“The snake Techno! Where’s the snake?” He demanded, throwing cushions over his shoulder now. “You said Tommy was getting a snake!”
“I said what?”
“Your text Techno!” Wilbur insisted like it was obvious, pulling out his phone and scrolling back to the message he’d received about twenty minutes ago and holding it up to his nonchalant brother.
Techno arched his brow, as he read through the text and noticed the multiple other messages Wilbur had sent him back in a slew of panic, and how he was bailing on the rest of school and coming home.
“Ohhhh.” Techno drew a breath between his teeth awkwardly. “Yeah, sorry about that. I meant snack. It auto corrected to snake.”
Wilbur went still, his eye twitching momentarily before he lowered the phone to the table. He stood up straight, and Tommy watched him warily as he moved to knit his hands together and smiled unnaturally.
“So you’re telling me, I bribed Quackity to do his geometry homework for him if he covered for us, snuck out of school and ran all the way home with a stick thinking my brother had let a snake in the house, all to find out that there was no snake and Tommy was just snacking?”
“Yeah I guess so.” Techno replied almost bored as he opened his book to go back to reading.
“You guess so?” Wilbur bit back through gritted teeth before shouting. “YOU GUESS SO!?”
That was all the warning Technoblade got before Wilbur fully launched himself onto his twin, knocking the book from his hand to the floor and getting into a fist fight on the couch.
“DO YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST WENT THROUGH TO GET HERE?!”
“Yes. I do.” Techno grabbed a pillow in between whacks to use as a shield, deflecting Wilbur's blows. “You literally just told me.”
Wilbur shrieked as he went for another whack but instead was rolled off the couch, as the battle moved to the floor, the twins going back and forth with each other as pillows were flung about the place in a tousle.
At first, Tommy thought Wilbur was outright going to murder Techno for making him worried, but the longer he watched the two, the more he realised as upset as Wilbur was, he wasn’t really harming the other. In reality, the brunet was getting more bruised than his counterpart with how easily Technoblade defended and deflected. Not that it should surprise him. Techno was a fencing prodigy. He just had the audacity to rile up his own twin and this was the consequences of his actions.
Now might be a good time to leave then.
He slowly placed the pillow down, wary not to provide the two Beans with any more projectiles, and quietly tried to slip off the couch and to the hallway. He’d slip out the front door and run round back to get back in before they noticed he was gone, and Technoblade decided to start using some of that unbridled force on him.
As soon as Tommy’s feet had made contact with the floor, Wilbur was flipped over and pinned to the ground with a thud, causing Tommy to yelp in surprise, gaining the sprawled out twin's attention.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Techno accused, immediately releasing his brother from beneath him to stand, the mood growing tense. The Bean strutted across the room and Tommy couldn’t help but reel back towards the kitchen at the approaching teen. He held that same fire in his eyes as before, and Tommy felt himself tensing up again as he was backed into the pantry cupboard with a light thud as he made contact. He didn’t cope well with confrontation.
Immediately the warm feeling returned and Tommy felt himself start to shrink rapidly. His breathing picked up and desperately he tried to control his breathing again. Don’t shift, don’t shift, don’t shift. He had to get hold of himself.
“I-I um-” Tommy stuttered for an explanation, but Wilbur cut him off.
“Techno, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” Technoblade snapped, focus never leaving Tommy as the boy squeezed his eyes shut. “Stopping the little weasel from escaping.”
Wilbur now having sat up from the floor was eying them both warily. “Escaping? What are you talking about?”
“Look, I know Phil gave him a key and said he’s allowed here, but he was here when none of us were home on top of the kitchen counter and he acts weird all the time and stuff keeps going missing. I don’t trust his intentions.”
“You don’t trust-” Wilbur parroted, trying to process what his twin was on about. “Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but Tommy hasn’t done anything wrong. Dad said he was welcome here any time, and just because you weren’t paying attention when he said that, doesn’t mean that gives you the right to terrorise a child.”
Wilbur pushed himself up from the floor and quickly weaved his way through the mess of furniture to get to the two of them, shoving his brother back a bit, before gently pulling Tommy behind him as Technoblade scowled at them both.
“Seriously Wilbur? You don’t think it’s weird he just shows up out of nowhere and barely has an answer to anything? We barely know him!”
“You barely know him!” Wilbur argued, glaring at his brother for daring to suggest such a thing. “You may not trust him, but Dad and I do.”
Technoblade at least had the decency to look a bit guilty at the statement, though his fire didn’t let up.
Tommy stood quietly behind Wilbur, clutched onto his arm and letting things unfold. He was still struggling not to change size, and was sure he’d lost another inch in height. His mind screamed for him to get out of there, but he didn’t budge. Technoblade had gone silent, his fist curled up tight as his anger simmered just below the surface. Instinctually, Tommy shuffled closer to Wilbur as the brunet straightened up, composed at the movement from the younger blond.
“If you don’t trust Tommy, at least trust me.” Wilbur moved his free arm to where Tommy’s hand had clutched itself to him and squeezed his hand reassuringly, then turned to the boy, shielding him from his brother. “You owe him that much.”
The simple action was enough for Tommy to let part of his guard down, the warm sensation pittering out to a stop. Tommy just hoped he hadn’t shrunk too much that either Bean noticed.
“Come on Tommy.’ Wilbur offers as he gently grabs the boy, moving him away from his twin. “Let's leave Techno to cool off.”
Tommy nodded, unable to form words as Wilbur quietly ushered him down the hallway to the front door. Wilbur opened the door and gave his twin a pointed look of disdain, shaking his head as he left Technoblade standing in the kitchen, hurt, as they walked off.
“Sorry about him.” Wilbur chirped, trying to lift the mood as he started them off down the path to the park. “He’s not been himself lately.”
Tommy nodded slowly, casting a glance back to the house as he followed Wilbur through the front gate.
“Don’t let his words get to you, Toms.” Wilbur reassured. “Technoblade has always been a bit too overprotective for his own good, even since we were little kids. I’ll talk to him with Dad and we’ll get this all worked out, you’ll see. He’s just got to get to know the real you better and then he’ll see there’s nothing wrong to worry about.”
Tommy stopped and stared at his feet. The real him, he thought, wasn't exactly who the Crafts perceived. He only showed them what he wanted them to see and even then they could sense he wasn’t telling the full truth. He didn’t know why or how he had this shifting ability, just that it had always been sensed by others long before he had known himself.
“He’s right though.” The Shifter whispered as he stared at Wilbur ahead of him.
There is something wrong with me.
Would it be so bad if he told the Crafts the truth? Or even if just one person knew what he’d really been doing? How he’d been living in their walls for months and that he craved their attention? All so he could stop lying and be who he truly was? The colony knew there was something wrong with him; so did Techno and to some extent; Phil and Wilbur did too. Even if it was in a way none of them could have ever imagined, could he risk the truth?
“What was that Tommy?” Wilbur asked, stopping when he realised Tommy was trailing behind.
‘No.’ The thought rang eerily in Tommy’s mind. ‘Do you want to be alone forever?’
“Uh, nothing.” Tommy shook his head, jogging briefly to catch up next to the older. “Just a bit shaken up is all.”
Wilbur gave the blond a sympathetic look, before pulling him closer and slinging an arm over his shoulder. Of all the people he’d thought he’d have to protect Tommy from, his own brother hadn’t been one of them.
“Come on Toms. Let’s go to Manberg. We can blow up another country or declare war. How does that sound?”
Tommy pursed his lips together, and gave a small smile as they set off back down the path, trying to ignore the pit forming in his stomach.
“Okay.” He whispered.
They walked for a little while, Tommy eventually taking the lead by a few steps ahead of the elder. When the blond wasn’t looking, Wilbur discreetly pulled out his phone, opening up the family group chat and typing a quick message, before hitting send and pocketing his phone while walking on.
In a busy work office several blocks away, a phone buzzed with Phil frantically picking up his device, frowning instantly at the message on screen.
Wilbur:
We need to talk about Techno and Tommy.
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Sigh. Poor Technoblade. Probably the most logical of the sbi and yet he's the one in the wrong lol. Angst my beloved, I do adore you. Thanks for reading another chapter and as always big shout out and thanks to @dingbatnix for beta reading!
I know I've mentioned it a couple of times but I am currently up to writing the end chapters of the fic, but unfortunately the last month has been incredibly difficult health wise which I'm trying to sort out at the moment, so I haven't been able to get much writing done. Here's hoping I can actually keep this monthly upload schedule, but health does need to come first. Still, we push through <3
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I was going through my drafts and realized I never finished or posted this so boom, enjoy some Bedrock bros AU crumbs <33
AU where Techno is a Warden hybrid and Tommy is a Skulk hybrid. Techno is completely blind, but when Tommy is around, he can sort of “echolocate”/ “see” through Tommy’s eyes (much like a Warden “sees” with the help of its skulk sensors)
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