“Only Happy Memories, Now...”
Just two brothers sharing a peaceful moment; Things like those are rare on the smp, though the two ghosts have them far more often.
After all, not many things can bother you when you're already 6 feet under.
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Wanted to draw some Ghostbur and Ghostinnit fluff, but didn't want to draw humans, soooo ponies it is, lmao
I made this during Spooky Season in a little activity I did with my partner. The ideas was draw something with ghost theme while we watch "Nightmare before Christmas", so I did what a I do best:
I drew Tommy
So, here some of my favorite headcanons about GhostInnit
GhostInnit keeps always with him some stuff of the living world, such as an allium gifted by Ranboo, the Friendship Emerald and the prosthetic Techno made for Alive Tommy during exile. Some of them he kept them out of necessity and some out emotional attachment.
GhostInnit has lava tears. His tears can't hurt him, but they can definitely hurt others and burn stuff, that's why he can't hug anyone or anything while crying. He's really afraid of hurting the people he loves or damaging the stuff that makes him happy.
Most of GhostInnit's memories are bad memories. He remembers a lot of traumatic stuff Alive Tommy lived like November 16th, most of the exile, Doomsday, the Final Control Room, the duel with Dream and the Pit. He doesn't remember his last death at Prison, the Community House fight and some Pogtopia stuff.
Even if GhostInnit likes a lot physical touch, he doesn't like when people touches his wrists, it makes him remember all the times Dream took him roughly by the wrists during exile. That's why he keep bandages on his wrists, so if anyone touches them, the panic won't be as much as it would be with direct contact.
GhostInnit is always afraid when he's with Philza and Techno. He remembers so much Doomsday, so even if he wants to be with his family, he can't bring himself to feel as safe as he used to feel with his father and brother.
"Local Lava Demon "WraithInnit", formerly known as TommyInnit, refuses to stop snogging candles; We have no clear explanation for why he continues to make out with candles, but the current running hypothesis is that he is somehow attracted to their flame. More on this subject later tonight at 6."
Basically, my take on a ghostinnit that is far more wrathful and animalistic than aliveinnit had been! Cause mans deserves it, tbh
Let the boy go feral
Lore and explanation under the cut!
In this fragment of an au, Tommy had been a mere two months into his exile at Logstedshire before he grew sick of it. Sick of the isolation, the hunger, sick of Dream and his stupid attempts to chain and train him like some blinded mutt.
The breaking point had been when Dream took his flight feathers.
His wings, small yet strong dandelion yellow puffs, were hardly useful for anything more than gliding- but if he caught the right current, he could stay airborne with little less than a occasional flap. Upon finding this out, Dream had held him down, ignoring his kicking, his screaming, and had taken shears to his largest feathers, cutting them away and grounding him with snip snip snips.
He’d left immediately after, leaving Tommy on the ground, still curled around what used to be his one untouched form of happiness.
The next day, Dream had returned, all sunshine and smiles, had brought a blanket and bread. Forced Tommy to take them, calling him ungrateful and a drama queen and manipulative, saying he’s just trying to make him feel bad for helping.
After all, Tommy could’ve gotten hurt, could’ve fallen right to the ground and gone splat! But here he is, acting like a child, like it’s the end of the world because he got what was basically a haircut. It didn’t even hurt! Dream could’ve made it hurt, could’ve cut too short on purpose, but he didn’t! So what’s the big deal?
The day after that, Dream doesn’t show up. But the day after that blissful silence, he, Sapnap, and Ghostbur arrived, the ghost dead (hah) set on trying to decorate for the winter, and showing Tommy the tree back in L’manburg.
Tommy doesn’t want to go. Dream makes him. Drags him all the way through the Nether, up to the portal, before all of a sudden ‘remembering’ that Tommy’s banned. He could practically see the grin on Dream’s face when he offers to go through and get pictures in Tommy’s place, and within a minute, the three are gone, through the portal to L’manburg. And Tommy...
Tommy seethes.
The bastard Knew what he was doing, what he continues to do. And yet no one will see, will stand up to him, will stop him and make him pay.
With those thoughts burning behind his tongue, Tommy steps off the edge of the path, wings uselessly limp behind him, and falls, straight down into the lava ocean below.
As the last char of the boy’s body fades into nothingness, soulfire eyes snap open, brimstone claws unfurl, and a heart of hate pumps liquid fire through gold veins.
Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
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Tommyinnit died with a heart full of loathing, for all those who stood by and watched and did nothing to help, and hatred, reserved solely for Dream.
If Ghostbur is Wilbur’s lost happiness, then Wraithinnit is Tommy’s suffocated rage.
He remembers every moment he’d just wanted to kick, to scream, to cry, but hadn’t, had pushed it down for it’d just get him hurt more if he did. He remembers every moment his feelings had been dismissed and trivialized and turned against him.
With those memories, fueled by rage, Wraithinnit hunts for Dream, dead set on killing the man who had caused him so much pain.
Sometimes, he will burn himself out, and glimpses of the old Tommy will shine through, playful and mischievous, but all the same far more animalistic than a Player should ever be, and quick to fly back into a rage if reminded of the very things that had formed him.
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Hope you like him! Feel free to use him in your own aus or stories, I’d just really like to be tagged or something- I love seeing what others create!