#tea concepts

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limbo!ghostbur with black hair streaks.

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So me and the homies (@morning-glory215 and @mcmoth) were vibing in our discord and Eshi asked for drawing ideas and

My adhd ass fucking FIXATED

So here's the worlds best fucking concept, brought to you by your friendly neighbourhood tommy apologists :]

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Oh yeah. We're doing bullet format. It's the real deal here.

Keep in mind this is. Before the 6th lmfao

Before tommy's exile entirely actually.

In the small little moment of. Quiet they had.

Anyways so imagine it's L'manburg's anniversary or something right

Tubbo, Tommy and Ranboo all decide to do something special for it

Ranboo suggests a festival, immediately gets panicked "NONONONONONONO"'s

"We should open a strip club"

"Tommy, we are not opening a strip club."

"It would be funny though."

They settled on a play where they would act out the history of L'manburg, since Ranboo is unware of it's history

Tommy : why don't we do a play?

Tubbo : like a middleschool play?

Tommy : yeah! Of L'manburg's history! Since Ranboo doesnt know much about it.

Ranboo : oh :O?

Tommy : me and wil did it all the time as kids! We'd do these little shows for phil-

Tommy : and we'd act it out on a stage with costumes and props and music and-

So they get ye old play prepped

Tubbo builds the stage out of spruce slabs, logs, fences, and sheer fucking will power

Tommy writes the entire script for the play on his own

He gets SO fucking into it. It's detailed as SHIT his theatre kid ass went OFF

I hc c!Tommy with adhd and let me tell you he violently hyperfixated on that script

Mother fucker deadass stayed up several nights perfecting the script

Tommy, with bags under his eyes : [slams a stack of papers onto the table] i finished act 1

Ranboo : oh c- act 1?

Tommy, yawning : yeah. 2 more to go.

Ranboo :

Ranboo : tommy when was the last time you slept

Tommy : uhh... Tuesday?

Ranboo :

Ranboo : Tommy it's Monday.

Ghostbur catches wind of the project and he helps with the props, special effects, and music (he uses noteblocks :])

Ghostbur and Tommy mostly worked on the stage together

They had a little too much fun

A little too much childhood nostalgia

Ranboo and Tubbo made costumes out of cardboard boxes

The original plan was for the three of them to fill in all the roles (Three man show!!!) But they really needed more roles. And help in general lets be real.

So they get in contact with Eret

Eret offers to help with the stage

Their dramatic ass ends up revamping the whole fucking thing

Eret : yeah so i added a little touches to the stage :D

Eret : *reveals a whole newly built stage with working curtains, lights, special effects, and hand painted scenery* now I know its not much,

Philza 100% built it with him

He wasn't even asked for help he just saw Eret building it and decided to just throw himself in

Tubbo and Sam wired the lights with redstone

Tommy's a bit saddened by his set with ghostbur being discarded, but he doesn't tell anyone

Eret contacted Niki, and she made hand sewn costumes from fucking scratch

They're such high quality you can't even tell they're costumes

Eret helps Ghosbur with the music more, causing them to accidentally compose an entire ost with 12 different melodies and vibes for each stage of the revolution. Oops.

Tommy finds out, proceeds to name demand to name each melody

To everyone's surpise the names are actually good

Tommy, Ghostbur and Eret singlehandedly turn the play into a fucking musical

SO THE ROLES

Since they were lacking people, they got in touch with Fundy and Jack Manifold

Eret, Niki and Ghostbur all offered to help fill in the remaining roles

Tommy and Tubbo acted as themselves

Tommy insisted on taking Wilbur's role aswell

He just carries a beanie with him and has to constantly run across the stage while hastily putting it on and taking it off, but he fucking insists

For no apparent reason at all, Fundy and Eret switched places and acted as eachother's roles

Ghostbur took on Dream's role, Niki took on Sapnap's role, Jack Manifold took on Punz's role, and Friend was George

Ranboo was the narrator

Everyone was dicking around and very light hearted with their acting

They sat there fucking reading their lines from their palms trying not to laugh

But Tommy? He took it dead serious.

Mother fucker was acting his heart out

Tommy just goes around yelling at everyone to memorise their lines

Tommy : LEARN YOUR FUCKING LINES

Tubbo : PISS OFF

Tommy : L I N E S

Just imagine the contrast of everyone else joke acting while Tommy refuses to break character

The scene with the camarvan has a very close replica to the van itself

Hot dog and all

Lmfao so the flaming hot dog recreation set the stage on fucking fire

So that was something they needed to replace :]]]

I want you to sit down

And I want you to imagine all the solo Wilbur and Tommy scenes

Yeah that's all Tommy running backwards and forwards across the stage taking a fucking beanie on and off

Tommy, standing solemny : Wilbur. I must duel now, to the death. For freedom.

Tommy, suddenly spinning around, quickly pulling a beanie out of pocket and putting it on : No, Tommy! What about your safety! Oh, but I care about you so much more, Tommy, you're so important to me 🥺

Tommy, spinning around again, now with messed up hair and trying to not cry about his own fucking reassurances : Oh no, wilbur... Oh no. I must- I must do this,,,

Tubbo watching from the sidelines, not getting why he couldn't just play wilbur : why are you like this

And SOMEHOW it was COMPELLING acting

THIS MOTHER FUCKER KEPT RUNNING ACROSS THE ROOM AND HIS ROLEPLAYING WAS STILL WAS GOOD THATS HOW GOOD HE IS

Jack Manifold gets no lines as Punz

Niki was insulted by Sapnap, saying she wasn't accurate enough with his role

This led her to ACTUALLY burn down part of the fucking set with flint and steel

Ghostbur as Dream. That's it. That's all you need.

Ghostbur : we- Wait. What am I saying?

Ranboo, whispering : we are at war

Ghostbur, in his sweet crackle voice : oh... we uh. We are at war! So, if you would like to surrender, uh... please do?

That whole scene where Dream tells George how he'll become a king but take in the fact that Ghostbur is Dream and Friend is George

The final control room scene is fucking hilarious mind you

You got Fundy as Eret, Eret as Fundy, Tommy as himself AND Wilbur, Tubbo, AND Ranboo as a narrator

Ranboo, dramatically doing a narration off screen : and they said, with confidence -

Tommy, as Wilbur : OI, THERE IS A TRAITOR IN OUR MIDST

Ranboo, narrator voice : but alas, there was a traitor in their midst

Fundy, as Eret : I'M A TRAITOR, BITCH

I havent even got to Ranboo being a narrator but this man is the true star of the fucking show

Tubbo constantly tells Tommy he can call in an extra person for Wilbur and he just REFUSES

Tommy, doing the duel scene : ah fuck the countdown

Tubbo : Tommy I could fill i‐

Tommy : ABSOLUTELY NOT

At one point Tommy gets frustrated that everyone isnt taking anything too seriously and how it didnt align with his expectations and that it wasnt perfect

No shut up im not projecting wdym

L'manburg means the fucking world to him, of course he wants the history to be portrayed right

So Tommy just decides "fuck it" and takes every role himself

Only like. Ghostbur remains.

Tommy : Y'KNOW WHAT. FUCK YOU ALL. YOU'RE FIRED.

Tommy : ME AND GHOSTBUR ARE DOING THE PLAY NOW >:(

Tubbo : tommy how the fu-

Tommy : WE WATCHED HAMILTON ON LOOP EVERYNIGHT SINCE I WAS 5 DO NOT TEST ME

On the day of the play, it's actually fucking good????

It was terrifying and impressive at the same time

Quackity is brought to tears

Phil is aggressively clapping

Sapnap angrily throws flowers onto the stage

Dream probably slow claps from the fucking shadows

Everyone is moved

And no one knows how

There's this final end scene where they do a cover of the L'manburg anthem, composed by Ghostbur and Eret, sung by the 5 original L'manburgian's

Tommy didn't cry. He definitely didn't cry. What are you talking about

Also the scene contains the old set pieces

Yeah, no, Tommy burst into tears

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a bunch of messy wilbur-hand-hcs because that's what i'm brainrotting rn for some reason

(disclaimer: due to this being Not a writing post and Brainrot all rules of Basic Grammar have been disregarded <3 /hj)

anyways hc that wilbur was the type of person who's very very expressive with his hands

when he's speaking or doing his big speeches he's always flailing his hands around and movin em and it's just. he's a dramatic passionate mother fucker and his hands Reflect that

he just has the oddest of Dramatic Hand Gestures and honestly go king go

KWBHSJWNJE once he prolly fucking smacked tommy by mistake

hc that before things went To Shit he had really nice handwriting. like calligraphy type beat

he'd fuckin loop his words and it's just.... mmmmmm lo op y

specially with all the letters and decrees he had to write!!

id imagine his handwriting in pogtopia worsens with his mental state

his letters become sloppy and scratched out

the pages are torn and smudged and just. generally a Fucking Mess

oh fuck and hc he had shaky hands in pogtopia. no reason why. i just think it'd be neat

okay okay okay. here's a mental image for you. wilbur in the button room, on one of his "seven or eight" visits, and he Constantly reaches out to Push it and his hands get Horridly shaky and MMMMMMM

speaking of hands i can see president soot being a mother fucker who Constantly washes his hands

i generally just see him as a very very neat obsessive compulsive perfectionist type o beat

he is a control freak after all. everything's gotta be in its Neat Little Space Or He Will Lose His Shit

would he wash his hands So Much to the point they're sore? Absolutely.

contrast this with post exile. his hands become dirty and grimey and Nasty

!! maybe that's why he wore gloves!!

not only that but he would be Absolutely covered in cuts and bruises

it gets to a point his finger tips are fucking Black from the coal and gunpowder and Cave Shit

mmmmbrainrot

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because ive got no content as of recently, here's a few concepts/hcs about the revolution (specifically about eret and wilbur) that spark pain.

brought to you by the

discord server <3

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So y'know how Fundy being Wilbur's son and being born in L'manburg yet fighting in it's revolution and somehow being OLDER than Tommy was always painfully confusing?

Hc that Fundy can age shift

Like mother fucker can shapeshift into different fucking ages

But here's the thing- he can't do it willingly. It relies heavily on his emotions.

*clears throat*

Discuss

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More headcannons abt Tommy with adhd🔫🔫 (yes, this is a threat.)

More headcannons abt Tommy with adhd🔫🔫 (yes, this is a threat.)

*cracks fingers*

Ask and you shall receive

(I might end up repeating what i already said from previous bullet lists but shhhshshshsshut)

(Sidenote this is specifically about his character just wanted to make that extra clear)

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Okay this kid's attention span is so fucking bad

He's in a middle of an angry rant and a fly passes by and he just slowly follows the fly around with his eyes and completely forgets what he's talking about

He speedruns conversation topics

He mentions one thing and jumps to another thing and jumps to another thing and he goes from talking about how his leg hurt to talking about the different fabrics that socks are made up of

It's exhausting having a conversation with him because he's bouncing off the fucking walls

I'd imagine he also Never Shuts Up

He's already extroverted but he really blabbers on to the people he loves most

He also constantly loses track of what he's talking about and goes on angry tangents and stops in the middle of them like "oh wait."

Tommy : FIFTEEN. FIFTEEN DIFFERENT FUCKING TYPES OF SALAMI! CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE THAT?

Wilbur : Tommy what does this have to do with your missing homework

Tommy : WE GET THERE WHEN WE GET THERE

Wilbur and Tubbo's ears are destroyed from being talked off

He's also fucking LOUD

But not intentionally.

He's always scolded by Phil for "shouting" but he just Sounds like that and he can't Control it and he's always told to be Quiet

When he gets really excited he stims and just is overall hyper and he's Also scolded for that

Phil would dismiss his stimming as attention seeking

Gonna drop this here again but Wilbur mimicks his stims to make him feel more comfortable and normalised

They fucking. They fucking stim together bro 🥺

One of them starts stimming and it becomes a chain reaction of ":D!!!!!"

Tommy : *starts flapping his hands*

Wilbur : *also starts flapping his hands*

Tommy : :D!!!!

Wilbur : :D!!!!

His stims range from the flappy hand stims, restless bouncing, finger snapping, tapping-

he like. He like shakes his legs sometimes. Like he just does a little shimmy.

He also always needs to be doing Something with his hands. He doesn't know what, but he just has to be doing something with em

Which is why he enjoyed sewing so much. It gave his hands something to do while he could easily space out

He spaces out a lot

His mind just fucking Blanks at random times

Wilbur : *talking*

Tommy : *snapping back to reality* wait start again i was thinking about dollar store sponges

Or

Wilbur : so do you understand?

Tommy : what?

Wilbur : the ch-

Tommy, processing it late : OH YEAH

There was this one time he was mid way through a skirmish he just stopped to Look at a dropped potion item and watched it until it despawned

Tommy vocal stims but specifically in the tune of the able sisters

He'd get scolded for that too. To "hush down."

Tommy's very quiet around Phil. He stopped getting excited about the visits, his presents- he stopped asking about his travells in awe and admiration because he was trying to "behave" for him

It breaks Wilbur's heart

Phil would finally ask why he was so quiet out of genuine worry

Tommy ends up snapping at him

Tommy, zoning out, quietly playing with his food :

Phil, putting down his utensils : why are you so quiet? are you sick?

Tommy :

Phil : why did you stop talking to me?

Tommy : *tearing up* mm.

Phil : tommy?

Tommy :

Phil : tommy don't ignore me when I'm speaking to you.

Tommy, snapping : I'M TRYING TO BE GOOD LIKE YOU TOLD ME TO!

Tommy : YOU SAID I WAS TOO LOUD, TOO ANNOYING- SO I TRIED TO STOP!

Tommy : BUT NOTHING'S GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!

Phil : I TOLD YOU TO STOP YELLING NOT FOR YOU TO NEVER SPEAK ANOTHER WORD AGAIN!

Tommy, tears streaming down his face : DADZA I'M TRYING

Tommy : I'M-

Tommy : *sniffing* I'm trying really hard.

Wilbur's pretty much the one person who understands his adhd

For fucks sake let's be real Tommy was left undiagnosed for ages until Wilbur actually did something about it

Phil came home to Wilbur having to tell him mans was just That absent

Wilbur : dad y'know how Tommy's very hyperactive and loud? How he can't sit still?

Phil : of course i know! I don't know why he does that

Phil : it's probably for attention. He-

Wilbur, immediately : phil.

Phil : what?

Wilbur : phil he has adhd.

Phil : ah, i'm sure he doesn't. If he did I would know.

Wilbur : i-

Wilbur : *sounds of exasperation*

Wilbur, pulling out a book : I LITERALLY TOOK HIM TO GET DIAGNOSED

Phil : WHY????

Wilbur : BECAUSE HE HAS ADHD????????

Bonus points if Wilbur is also an undiagnosed neurodivergent person

Coming back to his short attention span and the other hc that Wilbur homeschooled him, it was very difficult for Tommy

He just couldn't focus

He couldn't sit down and actually Work for very long because he'd always want to do something Else

He'd get very restless and bounce up and down in his seat

He'd also struggle with reading

Like he could read perfectly fine but his brain just refuses to take it in sometimes

He'd sit there for ages constantly rereading the same lines over and over and over again to the point he bursts into tears in frustration

Oh and he's terrible at math

He'd force himself to Try and understand

He'd ask Wilbur to explain to him again and again again and he tried his god damn best to understand but he just Couldn't

He'd get to the point where he works himself up so much the point of literal tears

Despite all of his difficulties Wilbur was very patient with him

Tommy : I DON'T UNDERSTAND!

Tommy : WHY CAN'T I UNDERSTAND?

Wilbur : do you want to try again?

Tommy, clenching his fists : IF I TRY AGAIN I'LL JUST FAIL!

Tommy, tearing up : I-I'm so fucking STUPID!

Tommy : I'm so stupid I can't do basic fucking multiplication. I'm so fucking-

Wilbur : hey. hey.

Wilbur : you're not stupid.

Tommy : i am!

Wilbur, closing the book : just because math is not your strong suit, doesn't mean you're stupid.

Wilbur : people who think intellegence comes down to purely arthimetics, are stupid.

Wilbur : think about something you're good at.

Tommy, sniffing : well i.

Tommy : i like to- i-i like to sew.

Wilbur : alright, good! is there anything else?

Tommy : i guess i like to write.. plays.

Tommy : but i don't know if i'm good at those things.

Wilbur : do you enjoy them?

Tommy :

Tommy : yes.

Wilbur : then that's all that really matters.

Ah shit that hit too close to home

Anyways so Tubbo and Tommy bond over their utter, pure hate for reading

They fucking despise it. But they despise it together

Tubbo, trying to read a book : oh my fucking god fuck reading i hate this shit so much im gonna fist fight god with mY ILITERATE HANDS

Tommy, under his breath : oh god same

Unlike Tubbo, he doesn't despise reading in it's entirety, yknow? He just has a bad experience of forcing himself to try and absorb information he isnt Interested in and that tains his view on reading

He learned to warm up to it via things he enjoys- ie writing loose scripts, reading phil's journals, wilbur's writing-

Wilbur's drafts of writing is what got him to change his mindset in the first place

Tommy will refuse to read his schoolwork or political paper work in his times as vice president but he absolutely would sink himself into wilbur's unfinished drafts of writing or immerse himself into the detailed journal logs from phil's travels

Beauty of hyperfixations huh.

On the terms of hyperfixation, he'd absolutely hyperfixate on his discs

I'm not even talking about his drive to get them back, even if that applies-

I'm talking about their melodies

He'd listen to cat so many times he memorised the rythm. Every beat. Every drop. Every lift.

He'd be reminded of Tubbo.

He'd listen to mellohi and be. Disconnected from reality. For just a moment.

He'd be reminded of Wilbur.

In his exile he had nothing to hyperfixate over, which left him. Hollow.

So he came back to what he was familiar with- discs.

He'd play chirp. Over and over and over again.

He didn't care that it stung. He didn't care that his memories of tubbo were being tainted with the connections of his exile. He didn't care that the melody distressed him in ways he couldn't describe nor understand

Because for fucks sake, he desperately needed something to occupy his mind.

Even if it stung. He'd rather force himself to feel the pain that came with chirp than to feel nothing at all.

To feel numb.

Because he needed to fixate.

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And on this episode of : "ah fuck! that hits a little too close to home!"

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tea being angsty as Fuck in the discord, part 789

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normal people when rust apparently got reset :

me :