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Team Soulfire tubbo doodles. Tubbos doomed to the tundra in every universe.
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I miss them so much •́ ‿ ,•̀
Anyways here's a drawing from a few months ago of chay and Tallulah at an aquarium :3
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Got a lot of new people visiting my page lately so I thought I'd share my qPhilza design. I head canon he heard he was going to an island and chose the most dad esque beach episode outfit he could find.
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First time trying animation! QTubbo is very sorry.
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Qsmp Niki design!! I love her so much
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Looking for a way out....
(IM SO EXCITED)
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The boys ain't sorry
#ranboo fanart#tommyinnit fanart#philza fanart#charlie slimesicle fanart#wilbur soot#wilbur soot fanart#ranboo#philza#tommyinnit#the sorry boys
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COMETSMP for the win.✨☄️☄️☄️
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Hi I wrote a quick fix-it ficlet to make me feel better. Enjoy <3
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"And then, I turn to him and I say, 'Do you want to be friends?' Fade to black."
Tubbo and Ranboo share a glance.
"...That sucked."
"Yeah. That might have been your worst story so far."
Tubbo disagrees, really - He thinks Tommy's worst story tonight has been the one about Skeppy being named the server's new king - but this story has put an equal damper on their sleepover.
The blanket fort they've haphazardly arranged in the mansion's living room seems to agree. It leans pecariously to one side, threatening to collapse and bury them in linens and sheets.
Tubbo cradles his pillow close to his chest, legs crossed. To his right, Ranboo lies on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Tommy sits in front of them, lying on his stomach with his head in his fists, pouting.
"It did not suck," Tommy protests with a whine. "Tubbo, you- You got to use a nuke, man, I made you so badass."
"Yeah, but like, why? And why did we lose all our memories?"
"And why did you forgive Dream?" Ranboo chimes in. "He was- I mean, he was pretty awful to you."
"Yeah, but this- In this story, he's a good guy deep down. He's just- He was really lonely, and so he-"
"Bullshit," Tubbo interrupts. "Dream is a fucking maniac, and you know that, Tommy."
Tommy looks away, chewing his lip.
Tubbo's brow furrows. "Tommy."
"No, no, I- I know. Dream was... Dream was bad."
"Mhm," Ranboo agrees encouragingly.
Tommy swallows roughly. "And... And he wasn't my friend. He was not my friend."
Tommy sounds like he's convincing himself more with each repetition, but Tubbo steps in regardless, leaning forwards to meet Tommy's eyes.
"He wasn't," Tubbo quietly insists. "And you don't have to forgive him if you don't want to. Ever."
Tommy opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it quickly. He takes a shakey breath, burying his face in the pillows beneath him.
Tubbo leans backwards on his hands to give Tommy space. "Besides, he's fucking dead now, dude. Nobody to even forgive."
"Mm. I'm glad that guy's dead," Ranboo murmurs.
Tubbo smiles, flopping down on his back to lie next to them. "Yeah?"
"Yep."
"Well, I'm glad this guy's alive," Tubbo pokes at Ranboo's side teasingly.
Ranboo giggles, turning to look at him. "Aw, you don't mean that, come on now."
Tubbo grins. "I do, actually. Nice to hear you breathing and shit."
Tommy groans, so loudly and abruptly that it makes Ranboo jump.
"Stop fuckin' flirting right in front of- I'm having a moment of reflection! I'm- I'm coming to terms with all of my fuckin'- And you two are just, 'Mimimimi, ohh, we're married!'"
"Do we really sound like that?" Ranboo quirks a brow.
"Yes," Tommy and Tubbo respond in unison.
Ranboo sighs. "Well, do you have any idea when you're gonna be done reflecting? I either want to keep flirting or go to sleep."
"Sleep," Tubbo agrees, climbing underneath their designated sleeping blankets. "Fuck flirting. Not worth it."
Ranboo lets out a sad trill, speaking with an audible pout. "No flirting?"
"No, now go to sleep," Tubbo murmurs. "You too, Tommy."
"I wasn't done telling stories, though."
"Then I'll tell a new one. 'Once upon a time, Dream was dead, and me and Tommy and Ranboo all went to sleep. The next morning Michael came and woke us all up and our fort fell down. But we rebuilt it later. The end.'"
"Hooray," Ranboo cheers half-heartedly.
Tommy scoffs, though he moves to climb into their pile of pillows and blankets anyway. "That story was shit."
"You're shit."
"Shut up, man."
"I hate it when you guys fight like this," Ranboo sarcastically murmurs, already half asleep. "Tearing this family apart."
Tubbo yawns. "Yeah, Tommy, stop fighting. Think of the families."
"Fuck you." Tommy throws an arm around Tubbo's waist, thrashing until he's comfortable.
Tubbo smiles. After a few moments of struggling he's able to locate Ranboo's hand under the mountain of blankets on top of them, and he tangles their fingers together. Ranboo reaches to turn off the singular redstone lamp they'd had lighting the fort.
"Love you too, prick," Tubbo slurs. "And you too, honeysuckle."
"Eugh. Now you two are really just doing it to piss me off."
Ranboo snuggles back into bed, tossing and arm across Tubbo's shoulders.
"You should piss him off more often," he whispers into Tubbo's hair.
Tubbo chuckles quietly.
"Don't worry, I plan to. I've got time."
He means to say something else, to keep antagonizing Tommy or snarking to Ranboo or both, but Tubbo quickly drifts off before he's able to form any more coherent thoughts, fading slowly away into overwhelming warmth.
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Welcome to New L'manburg!
Your name is Ranboo. You’re the nation’s official scribe, and you have a very long day ahead of you. Good luck, minutes man!
This visual novel contains:
1-2 hours of gameplay
5 unique endings, plus an unlockable secret ending
Interactions with your favorite characters from season 2 of the Dream SMP
You can download Good Luck, Minutes Man for free on itch.io!
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Something about one end giving a new beginning. Shout out to this person on twitter who gave me the idea. Man I love the Better end mod. I really wanna go back and fully render some of these backgrounds when I have more time. Also ranboo and Michael are there because I felt like it.
#dsmp#philza fanart#philza#ranboo#ranboo fanart#niki nihachu#dream smp nihachu#nihachu fanart#philza dream smp#ranboo dream smp#mumza fanart#mumza goddess of death#michael beloved
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I'm thinking about how stage direction would fit into a dsmp stage play and I think the dsmp has more than enough freedom to "break free" from the stage, meaning that the cast could use the entire theater to tell their story. I don't think doomsday could work if the cast was only allowed on the stage. imagine techno on the stage, he's center. he barely moves throughout the event. dream and phil are in the mezzanine, similar to how they were on the obsidian grid during doomsday. tommy and tubbo are running through the house, flying past audience members in confusion. ghostbur later walks down the center aisle, through the house. phil is now center stage, his ghost son below him. and ghostbur refuses to join phil on stage because he feels more connected to those who were running chaotically through the house earlier. god it would be so good
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the dsmp as a stage play would be like- tommy looking tiny standing alone at center stage, but when wilbur is there his words and gestures and pacing takes up so much space. the blocking is always overlapping, especially when a lot of characters are in a scene, but techno always faces the audience, and he grins at us and smiles, holding his fingers to his lips. as wilbur’s monologues turn to soliloquies, and eventually everything he says is in some way begging the audience for help, tommy asks who he’s talking to. he has no answer. it’s tommy gasping for breath, littering the stage with his blood as he teeters around, wilbur rushing to his side, dream demanding mellohi while wilbur’s pulls the arrow from tommy’s chest. the stage lights go up, the stage lights go down, the microphone schlatt uses for speeches is too loud and full of feedback, tubbos shrieks from inside the box, niki and jack disappearing into the audience. an empty stage save for wilbur’s body surrounded by rubble.
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okay SO we're talking dsmp as a play and I have literally been thinking about this for the best part of two years here's a thing. characters breaking the 4th wall, there are only four (during s1):
1. Dream. puppeteer-style popping in and out to change the story/make it more exciting for the audience because he's in control, he's the one who brought them here, say. doesn't directly interact with them but acknowledges them, a nod here, a wink there.
2. Techno. outright asides in the middle of dialogues scenes, never looks to the audience on the punchline but you know it's a joke for them. LOTS of soliloquies - his speech in the bunker post-manberg festival where he talks about the rocket launcher springs to mind.
3. Tommy. isn't actually aware there's an audience, mostly doing it for the bit (picked it up from Wilbur + Techno), but makes a disproportionate amount of 4th wall breaking jokes.
4. Wilbur. at the beginning of the play he is completely unaware of the audience, but as he starts to spiral he begins to see them more and more, performing to them in a way that makes sense to us but seems unnatural to the other characters. the whole 'chekhov's gun' thing is him aware that we are waiting for that outcome, in button rooms scenes he's constantly looking back for our approval. (also during his spiral you'd start to hear train sounds in his worse scenes but that's part of another post.)
anyway it is so cool we're talking about this I finally get to share my nerdery
#techno turns to tbe crowd. Heh!?#i wanna see techno disappointedly stare at the crowd everytime someone says aomthing stupid
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When you and your emotional support inching get caught In the crime....
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i know not many people would want to read a 10,000 word article about the minecraft end poem and how the author, Julian Gough, was never fairly compensated for his work and has made it public domain.
But it's a very well-written and heartfelt read, and he makes it very clear that none of this is a cash-grab and despite the fact that he is essentially a starving artist in this capitalist society, he only mentions his financial struggles despite Minecraft's huge huge success at the bottom of this article and not in the tweets so as to not dilute his message.
Anyway, I just think it'd be cool if those who are able to could support him in some way, that's all.
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