#oh my goddd if someone writes this.... i dont think i ever will but. ahhjhh

[stardustanddaffodils]

c!benchtrio songfic (or animatic) of ship in a bottle....

and actually i have no self control so lyrics n brief explanations under the cut :) /rp obviously

You can fit everything you know In a bottle for you to show Pick your brain apart and put it in And build it again with needles and pins

Ranboo and his memory book

But nothing can touch your happy thoughts anymore With your glass ceiling, walls, and floor

Tubbo (and Tommy?) and the whole thing about attachments getting taken- Tubbo’s bees, Tommy’s discs, L’Manberg, etc... also walls and L’Manberg’s walls, and maybe something about emotional walls as well

Sailing on a ship in a bottle Anchor all your thoughts to the bottom Pulling ropes and pulling your head back To see what is breaking the foremast

Don’t quite have anything concrete for this verse but there’s Something

You set sail alone, there is no crew No one on the deck who can help you This is all your own battle to win This is your ship, and you are the captain

President Tubbo and exiled Tommy- thinking of the scene where Tommy is exiled, where Tommy has no one bc he’s being kicked out, and Tubbo has no one bc his entire cabinet is siding against his decision and he just kicked out his best friend. But also just the entirety of Tubbo’s presidency and Tommy’s exile, plus other parts too

Oh, captain, let's make a deal Where we both say the things that we both really feel

Tubbo. But also all three of them. I can see this as a conversation between any of the three of them- just sort of an “okay we’ve been dancing around things/hiding things from each other for so long how about we both say what we feel before it tears us apart” except... better

I feel scared and I'm starting to sink And I only sink deeper the deeper I think

Tommy in exile, with the whole waking up underwater thing. Also Ranboo maybe in the panic room or smth freaking out about his thoughts/whatever I’m not up to date on Ranboo lore... but yeah the whole drowning in thoughts thing I can see for all of them, a little more literally for Tommy.

There are red spots under your eyes From when you cry into the sky

Ranboo and the whole tear scars thing (going off of the allergic to water... headcanon? is it canon??)

Ocean waters rising above your neck You feel the glass start to crack

Tommy in exile again. Yknow the whole waking up underwater thing...

Sailing on a ship in a bottle

Something something working so hard but going nowhere. Maybe L’Manberg again?

Water's leaking through holes in the bottom

Metaphor. Really good metaphor that could be used for a number of things... maybe the trio’s relationships and lack of communication which inspires everything else that I mentioned?

Flying flags of ships that have long since Sat at the floor of the sea, but in defense

*Shrugs* Idk man

Oh, captain, make up your mind Before the salt burns your eyes and you run out of time

Ranboo. I’m tired, only know about Ranboo’s character through osmosis, and still have homework, is an explanation really necessary?

'cause you're popping the cork, you get lost in your brain And you lose touch with all the things that made you feel sane

Tubbo and his nukes? Tommy and exile? Ranboo and enderwalking? All of them and trauma? Yeah, the last one.

#thought puddles #bench trio #dsmp #tubbo #ranboo #tommyinnit #dream smp #stardusts snippets #oh my goddd if someone writes this.... i dont think i ever will but. ahhjhh #essentially the entire idea behind it is just 'oh what if benchtrio talked to each other abt their feelings and there was hurt/comfort #n found family type stuff except make it based on this song and use a bunch of water metaphors especially considering tommy + water in exile #and ranboo + being allergic to water + tubbo is literally the lets make a deal where we both say the things we feel line' #i want to read this now. why do i have to write things in order to read them? is it not enough for me to stare at a blank google doc #and hope the ideas in my head will eventually project themselves onto the document? sigh