#tftsmp john john

[maze-arts]

OK THAT'S IT! ANOTHER RANBOO POLL

#ransona #<- is not in enough ranblr to know if it's said here help #ranboo #origins smp ranboo #dream smp ranboo #miss beloved #genloss ranboo #dinner!ranboo #ran tftsmp #ranbutler #tftsmp john john #tftsmp charles #<- why is that not a tag? #dsmp ranboo #osmp ranboo #generation loss ranboo #i'm having fun #only stop was option limit

[ksqwildwest]

The Messenger Raven

Warning: discussion of minor character death/sickness, implied homophobia, please let me know if I should add anything here

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Karl's heart nearly beat out of his chest as he skid past the door to his room. The few seconds it took to get the door open felt like an eternity. His breath was ragged. His eyes blurred. Telling himself that this all had to be a dream did nothing. He'd hit his hip on a table in his rush to get away and the very real pain made denial an impossible venture.

He'd been free. He had been so free but now they had found him. How did they find him? They couldn't have- shouldn't have been able to find him in the middle of nowhere.

He wracked his brain for any mistakes or slip ups he'd made. His mind brought up a blank. It was impossible to tell if that meant he didn't make a mistake or if he just couldn't think over the never ending chant in his brain of "It's over".

Knock knock

Karl stared. It could be John. It could be Mason or Jack.

But it could also be Him.

When Thompson had announced that his dad had arrived in town for an unexpected visit, Karl had been excited to meet the man. He'd met more than a few people with the last name Thompson over the years and all had been fairly pleasant company. Anyone related to the dear sheriff was sure to be interesting. He hadn't been expecting to recognize them.

His parents had hired a variety of people to do some less than legal jobs over the years but only one had consistently delivered results. A favorite of his parents. They had even housed his family for a short time. He'd been afraid of the so called "Angle of Death" but had warmed up after they had taught him how to befriend the local crows. Specialized in finding and hunting down a variety of people. Business men, socialites, critics. The distinctive green shawl, painted leather hat, and sleek black wings couldn't belong to anyone else.

"This is my dad, Philza Thompson."

"Please," he'd said while shaking John's hand, "just call me Phil."

Knock knock knock

"Hello," Karl choked out weakly. More of a question than an invitation.

Phil opened the door softly yet the creek seemed to echo through the room like a gun shot.

"Hello Jacobson," he greeted softly. The name felt like a punch to the gut to hear after so long. "You ran off before I could say that downstairs."

Karl shakily lowered himself into his chair while his legs started to feel like jello. Everything felt like it was happening too fast and too slow all at once.

"Don't-" a wobbly breath to compose himself "Don't call me that."

"Oh, okay then. You're still called Carl though right? That's what-"

"It's Karl- I spell it with a K now. Not a C."

"That's great to hear."

Silence hangs heavy in the air for what feels like hours. Maybe it is hours. It's hard to tell through the tears.

"How-" Karl can barely find the courage to ask but he has to know, "How did they find me?"

Phil smiles weakly and shuts the door behind himself. Probably to keep other people out. It feels too much like being trapped in.

"You sent Wilbur a letter." he explains gently, like he's trying to sooth a distressed child, "A new staff member was in charge of delivering mail and got confused. He gave it to the head of staff who informed your parents. The return address was written in a different handwriting. It was likely added by your post office attendant."

"Micheal. Our mail carrier is named Micheal." Karl mutters. "He's married to a chicken."

He remembers that day. In such a panic to get to work on time. He should have stayed. Should have made sure to tell him not to add the address. Should have said anything.

"Your parents read the letter." Phil continues after the silence takes over again. "They were- They said they were worried by the lack of women in town."

Karl has a sinking feeling he knows where this is going.

"They, um," Phil stumbles over his words here, trying to phrase something correctly. He settles on, "Congratulations on your engagement."

"Thank you," he replies numbly while the years of etiquette classes come back all at once. Hollow script rolls off his tongue while a blank brilliant smile slides onto his face. "I'm sure she's nice."

"I don't know who you're engaged to but I'm supposed to bring you back for the wedding on Wednesday."

"It's-" it takes a moment for him to remember anything other than the swarming thoughts in his brain, "It's Saturday."

Phil nods.

"Why?"

Karl knows there are a lot of questions that he could ask that start with that but to pick any direction would require a calmer mind.

Phil wilts at the question. It's as if he ages ten years in a matter of moments. His eyes are sunken and tired. His wings are far messier than Karl can ever remember them being. Little cuts and loose thread are visible along the edges of his clothes.

"Kristen, you remember my wife, right? Well, she's very sick. I've been wanting to move away from this line of work for a while now but I couldn't. Not with the medical bills that high."

"But, I've been saving up and with the boys old enough to work, I would have just needed to finish a handful more jobs to be free. Then, your letter showed up and-"

Karl can't tell if a laugh or sob spills out of his throat. He can remember from the little he overheard over the years, what his parents would pay Phil. He knows what the value of money is to people now. Just a handful can make a difference to some people.

He should be fighting back. It occurs to him. He should be yelling and pushing and telling Phil that he promised himself that he would never return to that household for the rest of his life and he's going to keep it. He should say that. He should really say that.

"When do we leave?"

Funny, his parents aren't even here and yet the moment they snap their fingers, he's back to their side like an obedient dog.

"I figure we could leave Sunday night. So you have time to get everything in order."

"Oh."

"Karl, you-"

Knock Knock Knock

"Hey Karl," John calls through the door, "Have you seen Phil? The bandits just showed up and they want to meet him."

Phil is over in the blink of an eye and stretching his wings out to block the view to the room. He waves John off easily, claiming to have been giving Karl advice on writing winged characters.

"I'll leave you two to it then," John replies and Karl can hear the fond smile in his voice as he calls out, "as long as he remembers to come down and eat sometime tonight."

"In a bit," he calls back. He doesn't even have to try and sound distant.

John and Phil chatter quietly, about what Karl can't even tell, and soon John is trotting back to the bar. The room returns to silence once again. The silence seems louder this time, somehow.

"So-"

"Get out."

"... okay."

"And say hi to Mason and Jack for me."

"Of course. See you tomorrow."

The door closes softly and the silence is deafeningly loud. Karl sits and watches the light from his window slide across the wall and shrink as the sun sets. It's not until the light finally disappears from the wall that he finally convinces himself to move. He has to settle some things. Who's going to take care of Biscuit and Mitten, what things would his parents immediately throw out on sight, what he can hide or pass off as valuable. He needs to write a general letter to explain to everyone where he's gone. He needs to write individual letters about how much he's going to miss everyone.

He's going home. He does not want to go. But he prepares for the trip anyway. He'd prefer to meet his- his bride before they got married anyhow.

"I'm going home," he croaks into the empty air. A single tear rolls down his cheek as he sobs out as quietly as he can. "I'm going home."

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:D Welcome to the Plot! I've been waiting to start off this part of the story since I created this AU. Very excited to keep writing! Sorry for going dark for so long. Between finishing the freshman year of college and coming home to a house under renovation, life has been hectic. I hope you enjoy these next couple stories. Once I write them. I have a lot of free time right now so hopefully I can get through a couple of these before break is over.

So, who's ready to leave Lazarus? :)

#tales from the smp #tftsmp #tftsmp wild west #karl jacobs #tftsmp john john #tftsmp Philza #writings from lazarus

[pidgecv]

i love him

HE (my hand hurts but I gotta draw him I gotta)

#John john #tftsmp #tftsmp Wild West #tftsmp john john #Cvdraws

[neon-u-dumb-shxtty-child]

@cssandraa asked for John John art and I shall deliver :DDD

I love John John so much I miss him :,)))

#my art #tftsmp john john #tales of the smp #tales from the smp

[kason4life]

Can't tell me these two ain't brothers or something

#tftsmp #tftsmp john john #ranbulter tftsmp

[mairen-marionette]

Tftsmp Incorrect Quotes, Wild West Edition

Sherman: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness. The Priest: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you. John: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

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Jack: Mason, keep an eye on Connor today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched. Mason: Sure, I’d love to see Connor get punched. Jack: Try again. Mason, sighing: I will stop Connor from getting punched.

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Michael: Do you take constructive criticism? Percy: I only take cash or credit.

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William: Violence isn't the answer. Crops: You’re right. William: *sighs in relief* Crops: Violence is the question. William: What? Crops, bolting away: And the answer is yes. William, running after him: NO-

#tales from the smp #tftsmp #sheriff sherman thompson #tftsmp the priest #tftsmp john john #jack kanoff #tftsmp mason #tftsmp michael #tftsmp percy #tftsmp william #tftsmp crops

[zecoritheweirdone]

[slowly pokes my head inside the tftsmp tag] hullo? hullo hullo? anybody there?

i kept seeing tftsmp posts on my dash occasionally, recently,, and like. i was reminded of this really really old wild west fic idea i made a while back? so long back that i don't actually remember when,, because i only really shared it in a few discord servers, and never got that much of a response from it,,, and so i never did anything with it.

but since the tag is actually, like. sort of being used, now? i figured... i'd give y'all an offering, mayhaps?

n-e-ways,,, hehehehhhhoooo au where john john and the bandits are ghosts, ft. my rushed art.

it's been, like– maybe a year or so since i even thought about this idea,, so i'm afraid i don't have much to share outside of a small handful of snippets,, sksjsksjsk. but like. basically, all four of them become ghosts, and then... ghost shenanigans, basically.

#my art #my sketches #mcyt #<- mostly for bl #tales from the smp #tftsmp #tftsmp wild west #tftsmp john john #tftsmp jack kanoff #tftsmp mason #tftsmp flint michigan #tftsmp flint connor michigan #tftsmp connor #?? how do i tag him #anyway; mostly posting this to test the waters and seeing if anyone's actually; like. Interested in this. #if so; i might actually share more stuff about it #maybe even make a fic? (once i get past the other nine (9) fics on my to-write list;; fkjfkdndkdkd) #and if not then i guess is won't;; dkdnkdmdkd #i think i had other art for this au; but it is. 1) Very Old; and 2) Very Lost. and i'm too lazy to go looking for it #so take this drawing i drew just so i could make this post;; fkfjdkdjke #uhh. idk how many ppl here would read all my tags; but like. congrats if you did. here's some bonus lore for this au: #flint connor michigan is just dsmp!connor. he's just kinda immortal #well. semi-immortal #can't die of old age; but can die to gun; i guess

[ranvwoop]

some guys. tiny butler and a bonus John cause I did him on the same canvas

#vwoop.art #tales from the smp #ranbutler #tftsmp john john #tftsmp #I have gotten over my fear of the tags

[thatnamelessbutler]

John John has Ghast blood in him.

It's back a few generations, and isn't inherently obvious, but he deals better with the heat than everyone else, with the exception of Sherman. He's scarily good at mimicking cat noises and distorting them, and he's used this to freak everyone out multiple times. In direct light, his eyes glow red, but direct bright light hurts them just like any other human. When he found out Ranbutler was gone, the sound of grief that came out of his mouth was anything but human. His scars are pure white, and under water there are markings that rise to the surface, tracing the same patterns that they do on a Ghast.

Butler didn't know this. No one in town does, really. The bandits, however, they have seen John at his worst peak of anger, and it was terrifying coming from a 10-year-old.

#{Moonlit Musings} #of all people. the one that adopted an enderman hybrid has nether blood in him #tftsmp #john john #tftsmp john john #john john tftsmp

[lindwyrmrelinquished]

Do you happen to have any more stuff for John John being a ghast hybrid? Also, the fact that two of the most important people in Butler's life had nether blood in them is just- John and Billiam had just a bit more in common than Butler thought, huh? Interesting.

(One of the people that traumatized and abused them the most also had Nether blood lmao, funny things that opposites attract or however the saying goes. You remember their shoulder right)

Anyway, headcanons time <<<<<3 I will try to get something and we'll see how long this gets

Okay so. Last time I mentioned that the Bandits were the few that have seen John at his worst anger. One of them got their arm cracked cause he was holding it so tight. The reason? John wasn't giving in when they were trying to rob him, so they went for Butler instead and John was not having that under any circumstance. On of them reached for Bu, Bu flinched, and before anyone knew what was happening, this timid pacifistic kid had grabbed the bandit's arm tight enough to crack the bone, and it did. During that time, they made eye contact with John, and his eyes were black and red. Think Moondrop eyes. Not only that, the place where he touched the bandit came away burned, and when he spoke it was distorted with an odd melancholic quality, and all he said was "Leave." They did it immediately. Bu had tuned everything out from the moment the Bandits had started paying attention to him, eyes squeezed shut and ears flat against his head, so he didnt see or hear any of it. The only thing he knew of the situation was that after the vibrations of the footsteps had left, John had hugged him and was warmer than usual and asked if he was okay. His voice had echoed despite the not too great acoustics of the bar.

P.O.V: John in the shower and the water makes his Ghast marks visible

No one really sees these markings unless it's one of those rare days where it rains, and hardly anyone knows they exist because John tends to just stay on the roof of his bar while it rains, away from everyone else, and Bu least of all because he stays inside during rains for obvious reasons.

Sherman gets a... feeling from John, and he doesn't know what the hell it is, but for some reason it makes him more... Affectionate? He honestly is not sure?? But for some reason John?? Feels like Home?? Like the place Sherman comes from?? And it's really confusing to him because everyone just thinks that John is a human.

Due to that, no one had a single clue what the hell happened when one of the Bandits turned up with a burn in the shape of a handprint on his forearm. The Bandits had a clue, but John is a human, right? The way his eyes looked must've just been a trick of the light, they were a little shadowed. Nevermind that the arm was fractured... it must've been adrenaline from protecting his brother. Or John just works out sometimes. Right... They choose not to try and find an explanation for his voice. They don't think they'd like the conclusion.

If he gets purely angry in pure instinct, he'd be able to summon fireballs like a Ghast, as well as hovering, and if you look closely maybe you can see some tendrils... But he's never yet gotten to that point, so you won't have to worry, right? :)

#mod note #mod post #ask #mairen-marionette #tftsmp #tftsmp john john #john john #john john tftsmp

[cssandraa]

DEEP DOWN SWIRLIN’ THROUGH MY MIND

tftsmp modern au redraw from last yeat

also here’s the old version and a very old animation i scrapped also last year

#ranboo #technoblade #fanart #oc #art #tales from the smp #sheriff sherman thompson #tales from the smp wild west #john john tftsmp #tftsmp modern au #original characters

[ksqwildwest]

What was John's reaction to Biscuit and Mittens? I know he was surprised and confused when he saw them at the bar, but what happened after? And how did he react when he heard Biscuit the cat bark and Mittens the dog purr? I love those two creatures so much, they are very beloved.

Thank you for the ask!

He found them both to be very cute! He went back to being very confused by the barking and meowing but eventually shrugged it off once Karl explained he found them like that. He's not a fan of Mittens shedding all over the counter, but he doesn't have the heart (or the muscles) to move them. He gladly provides bottle caps and quarks (bottle stops) as toys for Biscuit. Even if they don't bat them around, it's fun to play fetch with a cat!

#tales from the smp #tftsmp #tftsmp wild west #tftsmp john john #biscuit the cat #mitten the dog

[pidgecv]

i am so tired i have one assignment to do an i cannot my cat keeps fighting my pencil here is the boy

#cvdraws #tftsmp john john

[neon-u-dumb-shxtty-child]

More incorrect quotes so I can stop spamming Marien :,)

John John: You... you saved me. You're not a beast at all. YOU'RE A HERO, AN UGLY UGLY HERO!

Ranbob: Call me ugly again, and maybe I will eat you.

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Ranbob: If it pleases the court I would like to say that my opponent is TALKING SHIT!

Ran: Stop quoting Wilbur Soot.

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Billiam: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.

Moon: Did Hubert say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'?

Billiam: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

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Sherman: They look like a real handful, kid. How do you deal with them?

John, watching Connor Flint screaming, Mason trying to set a sleeping Moon on fire, and Jack Knoff choking on air: I don't know either.

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James: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face.

Ranbutler:

Ranbutler: I like you.

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*James is crying after a breakup*

Lyaria: There there, James.

James, still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room?

Lyaria: Great question—

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Storm: How do tall people possibly sleep at night when the blanket can't possibly cover you?

Ranbob: Storm, it's four o'clock in the morning.

Storm: So, you can't sleep, huh? Is it because of the blanket?

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John: :)

Sherman: >:(

John: Turn that frown upside down!

Sherman: ):<

John: Not sure what I was expecting

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*Ranbob falls over*

Moon: Ranbob! Are you alright?

Ranbob: Is that you, DreamXD?

Moon: What?

Ranbob: It's just, you sound a lot more like Moon than I expected.

#jay’s rambles :) #tales of the smp #tales from the smp #ranbutler #sir billiam #tftsmp john john #ranbob #sheriff sherman thompson #tftsmp ran #tftsmp james #tftsmp lyaria #storm (oc)

[kason4life]

#tftsmp mason #tftsmp #Tftsmp john #tftsmp Sherman Thompson)

[mairen-marionette]

More incorrect quotes from me :,]

John John: Being half asleep and feeling someone gently plant a kiss on your forehead is one of the purest kinds of love in the world.

Ranbutler: Unless you're home alone.

John John: Way to ruin my mood, Matthew.

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Karl, to Ranbutler: You're not Mario. Let's get something f***ing straight, you're Luigi at best.

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Lord Sebastian: Go ahead, Butler. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry.

Sir Billiam: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.

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Ranbutler: James, my old friend!

James: I think you tried to kill me at some point.

Ranbutler: That was obviously just my way of getting to know you.

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John John: Billiam-

Sir Billiam: *sighs* My butler used to call me that...

John John: ...Because it's your name.

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Billiam, Ranbutler & John: *screaming cause they found a spider*

Sherman: *runs into the room* What's wrong, John?!

Billiam: Wait, why are you asking John when Matthew and I are also here?

Sherman: Because John wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

Incorrect Quotes are so fun, I love them. These are all brilliant by the way, like actually. They're great.

#Thanks for the ask! #tales from the smp #tftsmp #tftsmp john john #ranbutler #c!karl #tftsmp sebastian #sir billiam #tftsmp james #sheriff sherman thompson #karl jacobs #neon u dumb shxtty child