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coven-arts · 11 months
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A ghost outside your reality
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fullmoonraven · 1 year
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“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. -=-=-=- Wanted to draw some Ghostbur and Ghostinnit fluff, but didn't want to draw humans, soooo ponies it is, lmao
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yaelartworks · 1 year
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"...Please grant us mercy and let us mourn you. That is a punishment all by itself."
Please go read "Soldier, Martyr, Scapegoat" on Ao3, I am nearly finished writing it and it makes me wanna cry
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leva-prava · 2 years
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Ghostinnit ghostinnit ghostinnit
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dqy-dreamer · 1 year
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Toast
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doodlelady · 1 year
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i drew other ghosts but no ghostboo sorry :(
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tsywaad · 1 year
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HEY, sorry for the disappearance, I have been really busy with Uni stuff.
I hate this drawing, btw
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cantripcattrip · 1 year
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ghostinnit part 2
Ghostinnit remembered everything Tommy had ever created.
Every blocks he had ever placed, every potion he had ever crafted, every enemy makes, every bonds formed.
Ghostinnit had no such creation.
He floated through the SMP mindlessly, uncaring of the mourners who might saw him. Grass singed beneath his feet and ashes scattered in his path. There were blue clumps of flames rising from his pale skin, they scorched his blood tainted white sleeves.
He passed Tommy's monument once, studied it for a second and left. He did not wonder who left those flowers for the boy nor did he hoped that Tommy was in a better place. To hoped and wondered meant to care.
Ghostinnit was destruction. Destruction held no such love.
The monument burned with his mere presence.
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wawacrosswalks · 2 years
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I love giving little sneak peaks for shit tehehehehe. Next chapter of By the Morrow is a doozy my friends.
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o7 dream smp you crazy, weird, unsatisfying, wonderful, random, ridiculous piece of media/server. have a lovely last day darling it hasn't been perfect but I'm so glad we met
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ghostly-groves · 7 months
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literally the situation rn
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ghostinurattic · 1 month
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here have this
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codgod · 4 months
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a post-revival ctommy for old times sake
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frog-lover69 · 1 month
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Made a painting that I wanted to make people reminded of Tommy exile arc and Ghostbur
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AAAAAAA
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smalltownslasher · 3 months
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Can you do cod x dsmp ?? Like, not nsfw, angst/fluff maybe. Tommy meets TF141 (like teleports to their world?? Thanks!!!
the way i was so viscerally enamored with this idea i practically threw my phone across the room when i got it? thank you for getting me out of the tiktok doom scroll, anon, here's your stuff!
c!tommy meeting TF 141
tags: hurt/a bitty bitty bit of comfort, ptsd, panic attacks, shapeshifter!tommy, reverse isekai
tommy...okay, well he did know how he got here.
he'd been grabbing some wood, seen a weird looking portal, and without thinking; he'd stepped into it. honestly, generally considered a stupid move, but what should he have done? thought before he acted?
ha...haa.
of course not.
he'd toppled into some small room, slamming into some cleaning supplies, and what seemed to be potions, a few of which fell onto him. he made a loud noise of shock and surprise, and heard a sudden explosive noise.
immediately, he went rigid, tail wrapping around his waist as he shrunk into the wall. as if understanding his desire to hide, he felt his skin shift a little, mottled greys blending into the cement he was pressed again.
of course, his clothes didn't change with it, so really, the only difference was his hands and face.
when the door swung open, he was greeted with the sight of a heavily armored and, seemingly armed, man. he was tall, with a mask like a skull, and for a long moment he stared at tommy. just barely, he could see his eyebrows furrowing.
he kept his gun trained on tommy, and muttered something. tommy's ears twitched, trying to get a handle on whatever the hell he was saying, but he couldn't manage it in time.
the man grunted an affirmative, and suddenly surged forward, raising his gun and slamming the butt of it onto tommy's head.
he was dreaming, he was sure of it, standing on a subway track. across, his brother-- no, a simulacrum of his brother, stood, frowning.
"tommy?" he said, a vivid, still bleeding slash across his chest, and a puff of white that seemed to be starting to build in his hair. "tommy, what are you doing here? you're not supposed to be here, i thought-"
a train rushes past, the noise of it causing tommy to jolt awake, the sound of it hitting the tracks still blaring in his ears.
he was in another cement room, this one less crowded, and his hands were cuffed to the table in front of him. he swallowed, feeling the slight ache in his lip at the tusks now growing there. just like his brother's.
he swallowed, and felt them recede back into his usual incisors, as the door opened.
"that is fucking horrifying." came a gruff voice, accent similar to his own.
"thanks." tommy said, voice holding more attitude than he'd really meant it to. great job, idiot, piss off your fucking captors. great. great. he was so fucked.
"what the hell is...that? what happened to you? ghost said you were doing some chameleon shit."
"where am i?" he asked instead.
the man pinched the bridge of his nose. "you, are at a safehouse, far away from where we found you. lucky for you, the brass are not yet aware of your existence, but if you don't start answering questions, you've got some scientists in your future."
no.
white jackets, needles, muzzles and cages, thoughts of all that ran through his mind. except, this time, wilbur wasn't hear to peek in through the small basement window. this time, wilbur wasn't hear to use all of his strength to rip away the bars, and shove his thin body through to help tommy clamber out. he was alone. he was alone, and they were going to put him back-
"hey, hey kid, calm down." the man started to soothe, hand coming out to pat at his shoulder, but tommy just flinched away. his wrists rubbed something awful against the metal of the cuffs, and he let out a raw, choked noise. he could feel his body shifting around him, trying to find a safe foothold to keep tommy's panic at bay, but all it was doing was causing further pain to gather in his spine.
"no scientists, come on, it's okay." the gruff voice tried again, much closer now- kneeling in front of him. there was more light, aside from the fluorescent ones in front of him, and tommy swiveled his head to the door. there was another human man, the masked one again he guessed; even with his different mask.
"back off, price." he barked. the man who'd been trying to calm him down looked at the masked man for a long moment, before glancing back at tommy and stepping away. "hey, kid, what's your name?"
"what?" tommy forced out, voice not dissimilar to the gasp someone made when they came up for air out of a lake.
"name."
"tommy."
he sucks in a heavy breath, barely visible eyes twitching for a moment, and takes a few strides across the room.
"no scientists." he said, repeating what 'price' had said. "no tests. nothing like what you're used to." tommy watched with big eyes as the man strode closer, stopping a few paces away. "you need to calm down."
yeah, like it was that fucking easy. prick.
"we're not playing the 5 things game, because i'm pretty sure that wouldn't help, so you just need to fucking breathe, yeah? 4-5-6, or whatever breathing exercises work for you."
box breathing. puffy called it box breathing.
the first breath rattled through his chest, but the second came easier. he felt his skin slowly begin to slow in it's shudder, before calming altogether. it took a moment to realize feather wings had pulled their way out of his back, tucked close against his back under his hoodie.
"you got it." the man said, visibly hesitant. the feathers now on tommy's face bristled as he stepped closer.
"we need to ask you some things." he said finally, eyes flicking to price. "namely, what the fuck is going on with you?"
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tobi-smp · 1 year
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anyways, I think it’d be fun if a consequence of tommy’s invisibility potion addition is that parts of him don’t all come back when the effect wares off
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