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“Hey Phil! What’s this?”
“A car, it’s useless”
#fanart#dsmp fanart#sbi fanart#sbi au#sleepy bois inc#technoblade fanart#tommyinnit fanart#philza fanart#wilbur soot fanart#post apocalypse hybrid au#they were made in a lab!
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Chapter 123: A Piece of Life.
https://www.instagram.com/takuhasfallen/?hl=en
Hey guys! Awhile ago I had this beautiful comic commissioned for my SBI/DSMP zombie apocalypse story called My Brother’s Keeper! The 25th was its second anniversary and I wanted to do something special for it!
The artist who drew this scene from one of my most recent chapters is TakuHasFallen! I highly recommend checking out her instagram as she has a ton of wonderful art! She’s very nice and has been a joy to work with! I also made sure to get her permission before posting this. So here’s a link to her page if you want to check it out! 😄
https://www.instagram.com/takuhasfallen/?hl=en
And if anyone would like to check out my story, here’s a link for that as well! 😄
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@peerpressureweek Day 1: Apocalypse AU
So we know that Something happened to the piglins/the nether in the game's lore, so my thought for this prompt was what if Techno and Ranboo both lived in the nether and had to escape whatever that disaster was?
#dsmp#dsmp au#technoblade#ranboo#prpweek#i see now everyone's doing zombie apocalypse aus but oh well#i had fun with this :]#my art#dream smp#peerpressureduo#technoblade fanart#ranboo fanart
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First iterations for a zombie apocalypse au!!
*Q wears an eye patch for protection of his healing injury. He’ll keep wearing it way past it’s healed due to self consciousness, Wilbur eventually convinces him to drop it
*the winters are cold, Q is probably freezing. L
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Like you stayed in L'Manberg?
to become alive, by @willowsandwonders
In participation of the MCYTBLR AU Fest Summer 2023 hosted by @mcytblraufest!
#tommyinnit fanart#tommy fanart#tubbo fanart#ranboo fanart#niki fanart#tommyinnit#tubbo#ranboo#niki nihachu#nihachu#jack manifold#dsmp#dsmp fanart#dreamsmp#dreamsmp fanart#mcyt#mcyt fanart#zombie apocalypse#zombie apocalypse au#events#mcytblraufest23#fic fanart#my art
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YALL HOLY SHIT I JUST HAD A (potentially) BRILLIANT IDEA.
Also hi, dead blog posting again, never thought we’d see the day-
ANYWAYS.
So, I’m sure we’re all aware at this point of what Shelby(Shubble) has told us about Wilbur.
And because of that information, I thought that I would never update this or my dragon fics again, because I wasn’t sure how to remove Wilbur, who had a fairly big role in both fics, while keeping the same “family dynamic” vibe, but also didn’t want to keep writing with an abuser in it.
BUT I FIGURED IT OUT.
What if, instead of just completely scrapping all my DSMP fics that had Wilbur in it (which, let’s be fair, was all of them), I instead, replace Wilbur with Shelby, and SHE becomes the positive role model for Tommy and the others, basically becoming like an older sister.
Now let me explain this more; I know Shelby isn’t officially apart of the Sleepy Boys, but since absolutely no one wants to include Wilbur or associate with him anymore, and everyone supports Shelby, what if we just… replace him with her in that dynamic. I don’t think making her “related” to them is a good idea, but more so as an actual found family type thing. Like keep Phil, Techno, and Tommy related in the fics, but have Shelby as like- an adopted sister fit in for that missing spot that Wil took up!
I’d love to hear your guy’s thoughts on this idea. Personally, I think this is a glorious idea, as it both supports and boosts Shelby, and it completely removes Wilbur’s influence on our fan-content! But either way, I’d love hear why you think it’s a good/bad idea! Also I’m gonna ask you to plz reblog this, so that other fan-content posters of the DSMP and the old SBI can see this so they can consider this option instead of completely scrapping their glorious content!
#support shelby#support shubble#fuck wilbur soot#dsmp fanfic#dsmp au#apocalypse au#demon au#treeturned#dsmp fandom
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ok so im redoing this poll bc last time it was a 50/50 but
please reblog if you see this so i can hopefully have a much larger audience
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@wolfythewitch ‘s zombie au has me in a chokehold rn so i just had to write something
i’m aware i’m a bit late but zombie apocalypse aus are a special interest of mine and i like writing and i’m trying to improve so here goes nothing <3
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Happiness is always hard to grasp, but when you find it, you know that you never want to lose it again.
The warmth of being genuinely happy was one of the first things Wilbur lost after Phil was bitten. He spent most days crying, apologizing over and over to the slowly rotting corpse that was his father. He never got a response. He never got a hug. He never got reassurance. He just received groaning, or a scratch on the arm from the zombified man. Occasionally, Wilbur would find himself content with that. The contact. It makes him feel like his father is still in there, somewhere, even though he knows that he probably isn’t anymore.
His own father didn’t feel like family anymore. “He's still in there. That’s still Phil.” was something that Wilbur found himself chanting in his head most days, and yet he still struggled to believe that it was true. Everything about Phil Craft had changed. Everything.
His normally alive, bright skin had paled into a dead, pasty gray. His warm blue eyes were replaced with pits of complete darkness that shot daggers into the back of Wilbur’s head. His gentle smile changed to a constant frown. His cheery voice had shifted into nothing but a low, raspy one. And his smell, the smell that had always allowed Wilbur to feel at home no matter where the pair was, had been erased entirely, covered with the scent of a rotting body. A dead person. His father’s corpse.
The teen drags Phil along everywhere with him. Countless people have tried to take him away, but he doesn’t let them. He puts a gun to their heads and tells them he will shoot if they don’t back away. It works, most days. Wilbur is only ever bluffing, but sometimes if the gun doesn’t work, he just takes off running, taking the corpse with him. All the two have ever done is run.
Perhaps it’s time to fight, but it’s hard to do so when you don’t have anything to fight for anymore.
The pair have been through so much together. He can’t let him go. Not now. Not ever. That’s his father. Infected or not, he is not letting him go. No matter what. He would let Phil bite him, if it came down to it, despite knowing that his father would never bite anyone not would he want Wilbur to allow himself to be bitten.
Sometimes, Wilbur talks to Phil. Forcing yourself into believing a lie is unhealthy, sure, but maybe, just maybe, if Wilbur pretends everything is normal for just a little while, life would go back to being how it was before. He tells him about his day. How he feels. What he ate. What he dreamt about the previous night. The topic of the one-sided conversations always varied, and Wilbur felt like he was just talking to a mannequin constantly, but he was fine with that.
The only thing that didn’t vary about the conversations, were the apologies, and the affection, and then the sobbing.
They always came in that exact order. Wilbur would apologize for letting Phil get bitten in his place, or for not being quick enough, or for not being smart enough, or for being so weak. And then he would tell him how much he loves and misses him, how he will always love him no matter what, how he wishes he could still talk so the pair could have a normal conversation, even if it’s just one, and it’s short. Hearing Phil’s voice again instead of constant groaning would be a blessing.
And then comes the sobbing. Wilbur saw his parents hide their tears from him a lot, and he grew up doing the same. He doesn’t like letting Phil see him cry, but he can’t help it anymore. He just lets the tears flow while his father sits there silent and motionless, staring.
Wilbur always ends up staring back into the dark abyss that is what is left of Phil’s eyes. He finds comfort in the darkness, funnily enough.
Though he would much rather a hug. Or reassurance. Or even a smile. He wants to go back to how everything was before the apocalypse, but he can’t, and he has come to terms with that. To an extent. He knows he can’t go back, but that doesn’t change that he wants to.
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Zombie Apocalypse Nihachu & Captain Puffy (aka, badass platonic girlfriends kicking undead ass together)
A @mcytblrholidayexchange gift for the wonderful @viky-somebody!! :D
I honestly procrastinated on this for a while because I had no ideas but I managed to pull it off. I’m proud of this piece and I hope you love it :]
Happy Holidays, Viky! 🩵
#mcytblr holiday exchange#dream smp#dsmp fanart#zombie apocalypse au#apocalypse au#nihachu#niki nihachu#captain puffy#nihachu fanart#captain puffy fanart#mcyt fanart#dsmp#puffychu
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⚠️ - 100 days
Charlie Slimecicle x f!reader
Chapter 2
Tw: Violence, gore, language
Based on the film by Slimecicle
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The journey back to Charlie’s base was long and strenuous. You had gotten lost, Charlie leading you the wrong way multiple times, as well as it being dark.
Many zombies swarmed around the both of you as you hid up in the trees, trying to stay out of reach.
“Why do I hear them everywhere now?” Charlie sighed as he leaned over the edge of a branch.
“Charlie don’t lean that far over you’re going to fall…” You reached for him and grabbed the back of his shirt just in case.
“I’ll be fine. I’m more worried about how we’re going to get back without being eaten alive. Oh no, there’s a bunch over there too.” He pointed in the distance towards the direction of the base.
“It’s alright,” I re-assured him, “I’m sure there’ll be an opening at some point, then we can make a run for it.”
“Oh man, it’s only the start of the night as well. We might be here for hours!”
“Can you calm down for 5 minutes and help me look for an opening please?” Unlike him you didn’t loose hope.
“Alright, alright, little miss hopeful.” He mumbled the last part with an attitude.
You chose to ignore it and look around through the leaves for a gap in the swarm of zombies.
Eventually a cow walked past close to the tree you were both sitting on, temporarily distracting the zombies so they swarmed to only one side of the tree.
“Okay okay, now’s the time. Jump onto that shorter tree then we can make a run for it up that hill.” He moved without thinking and immediately jumped to the smaller tree.
You followed behind him quickly, stumbling when you landed.
“Be careful,” Charlie said as he wrapped a hand around your arm, holding you steady “won’t be very nice of you fall to the ground and I have to watch you being eaten.”
“Wouldn’t be very nice for me either.” You replied quickly.
Charlie then jumped onto the raised ground, the zombies still distracted by the cow.
“C’mon, I’ll catch you again.” He joked and you rolled your eyes, getting ready to jump.
This time you didn’t stumble, and landed on the ground steadily.
“Right let’s go before they follow us.” Charlie turned around and began walking up the hill, away from the city and towards his base, with you trailing behind.
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When you were a few minutes from his base the grumbles of zombies grew louder, causing panic in him and you.
You both began walking faster, constantly checking your surroundings with weapons drawn at your sides.
“Go go go,” Charlie said quickly as he opened the wooden door to his base, rushing in with you behind him.
“And in.” He sighed in relief as he slammed the door behind you.
His base was entirely made out of wood, lit up with a few torches and a ladder leading up in the middle.
“There’s one bed on the second floor. We can take turns sleeping and keeping watch.” He told you as he emptied the contents of his backpack into a chest.
“Great, I’ll take the first watch then.” You stated.
“No, no. I’m taking the first one,” he turns around to face you, “firstly, you need the rest and secondly I’m not even tired. And don’t even try and protest.”
“Okay fine, but if you try anything while I’m sleeping, or if you kill me, then I will kill you.” You glared at him, still not fully trusting him.
“H-how can you kill me if you’re dead?” He let out a short laugh and shook his head. “Anyway, just go up the ladder and have a snooze, I’ll wake you up in an hour or so.”
He turned back around and put food into the furnace to cook.
You began climbing the ladder up to the second floor, there was less candles up there and only a singular white bed.
“Wow, how homely.” You jokingly whispered as you placed your back pack down beside the bed, sitting down on it.
You placed the knife underneath the pillow, just in case, and took off your jacket to make yourself more comfortable.
As you lay down, the crackling sound of the furnace below became white noise, along with Charlie’s quiet foot steps.
Your hand was placed on the knife underneath the pillow, making you feel more re-assured as you drifted off to sleep.
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You woke up to Charlie shaking your shoulder softly.
“Y/N?” he whispered, as if he was scared to wake you up.
You grumbled in reply and looked up to the taller man with your hand shielding the top of your eyes, quickly grabbing and stuffing the knife from under the pillow into your trouser pocket when he wasn’t looking.
“I let you sleep for a bit longer than an hour, you looked comfortable. But not i’m getting really tired and I don’t think I’ll be able to stay awake any longer.” He said drowsily.
“Yeah, okay. Just give me a minute to wake up.” You yawned in reply, his hand still on your shoulder.
As soon as you sat up on the bed he sat down next to you, eyes half lidded.
You turned your head to look at him and made eye contact.
“I didn’t… thank you properly before, Charlie. When you saved my life in the city. “
“Oh uhm, you don’t need to say thank you. I think it’s nice to have the company. And you being alive of course.” He stumbled over his words in tiredness.
“Yeah, but I want to say thank you,” you placed your hand over his resting one on the bed. “I probably would’ve starved to death or would have been eaten if it wasn’t for you.”
He brought his hand not resting underneath yours up to his face, pushing his glasses up his nose.
“Good thing I was there then.” He chuckled and tilted his head to the right, still making eye contact with you.
“You need to sleep, I’ll take watch.” You broke the long eye contact with him and stared down at your hands.
“Thank you, I’m so tired.” He said while going to lay on his side, you now sitting at the end of the bed.
He soon fell asleep and you climbed back down the ladder into the well lit floor.
The mumbles of zombies were distant, meaning you had nothing to worry about at the moment. But you still looked out the windows every now and again cautiously, knife in hand, as Charlie’s soft snores and breathing could be heard from upstairs.
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A/N: sorry if this is short but it’s 2am 😔😔
#charlie slimecicle#slimecicle#charlie slimecicle x reader#slimecicle x reader#mcyt#apocalypse au#x reader#zombie au#youtube#qsmp#dsmp
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the dsmp may be dead but I am cursed to only want to write fic concepts related to it. I don’t watch anyone’s streams anymore. I didn’t even watch the finale. But anytime I want to creatively write anything sbi possesses my brain.
#bringing this back since my mutuals and dash seem to be with me on this#dsmp#dsmp fics#some exerts from my notes feature#maze runner au#apocalypse au#one shot of bedrock bros with the squid game marble concept#cell block tango inspired pov of bench trio killing dream and being on trial (he had it coming!)#one inspired by night at the museum that I’ve already done a bunch of backstory for#finishing the one I’m writing currently lmao#dsmp spider verse au??#these have lived in a document for literal years and I still think about them
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How Much Deeper Must You Bury Yourself Until The Radiation No Longer Reaches The Surface? - on Tubbo and treating his heart like something best left shunned and uninhabited.
(x) | willowcrowned | utopians | netherworldpost | (x) | Julie Danho | (x) | George Sand | (x)
#dsmp web weaving#my web weaving#do you see my vision does this make any sense#please tell me it does#Tubbo's compassion has become a bomb#he buries it in practicality and instruction and morbidity#tubbo assumes the end is coming#and he is both committed to denying it and surviving it but deep down he just doesn't want to die alone#so it's something soft and heartfelt and afraid and accepting#intermingled by planning and planning and more planning#Do You See It#how do I tag for this uh#apocalypse cw#nuclear war#ask to tag#greatest hits#c!Tubbo#Tubbo
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couldn’t help but notice this is the newest sorry video
#wilbur is that a dsmp reference?? 🤨🤨#sorry#sorry boys#sorry boys zombie apocalypse#sorry boys wilbur#wilbur soot#dsmp#dsmp wilbur#dsmp wilbur soot
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THE FOUR HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE VS THE ANGELS OF ASCENSION (their opposite) AU (I made Molympus the villains and Sleep Deprived the morally-skewed heroes)
Slimecicle - Pestilence
Bizly - Famine
Condi - Death
Grizzly - War
Apandah - Health
Schlatt - Abundance
Aztro - Life
Mika - Peace
(M for Molympus and SD for Sleep Deprived) EXPLANATION:
M found out the best way to get under people's skin (both metaphorically and literally) was to seem nice to them, kindness gets you close, and then you can inflict what you want. SD have a tendency to be not so nice, sometimes unintentionally, to be able to show people on what they need to achieve, Schlatt showed the DSMP how much they had by taking it away and gradually giving it back. A lot of the time, both teams try and get to a server before AND after the other because they know they can always reverse the other teams affects.
#fearorchid rambles#Molympus#Sleep Deprived Podcast#<- I'm scare of posting in there#scu bizly#scu condifiction#scu grizzly#scu slimecicle#DSMP#DSMP AU#four horsemen of the apocalypse#four angels of ascension#opposing teams#c!Schlatt#c!Aztrosist#c!Mikasacus#c!Apandah
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He scratches it behind the ear. The head butting is more vigorous now. Yes! He's doing it!
to become alive, by @willowsandwonders
In participation of the MCYTBLR AU Fest Summer 2023 hosted by @mcytblraufest!
#ranboo#ranboo fanart#enderchest#dsmp#dsmp fanart#dreamsmp#dreamsmp fanart#dsmp au#dreamsmp au#mcyt fanart#mcyt#zombie apocalypse#zombie apocalypse au#events#mcytblraufest23#fic fanart#my art#quite proud of how this turned out ngl#its been A While since i did traditional inks/ line work#AND we're playing with negative space and colors??#enderchest is edited to be inverted colors which reminds me of my picmonkey days
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