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The daddy issues make me want to sob with every semi father figure I see in media, but something about dad schlat content makes me cry ten times harder
I’ve been making these little boxes to keep me occupied during New Zealand’s lockdown, here’s what I’ve done so far!
Watch "Dream SMP War: The Movie" on YouTube
For those new to the fandom who want the basics of the Dream SMP.
SDMP ART DUMP
chat, is this smplive 2
made these a lil while ago but haven't posted on here in a while
YURI FOREVAAA
would you be suseptible to drawing pumpkinduo corporate yuri now that you've drawn corporate genderbend jschatt? :>
anything for my devoted Followers… I will probably draw them better later lol
She has a happy trail trust
i just know she runs that cabinet like the fucking navy
Minx has dated the entirety of the schlatt administration
I’ve been making these little boxes to keep me occupied during New Zealand’s lockdown, here’s what I’ve done so far!
"You smoke?"
Tommy looked over at Schlatt. He was shaking a cigarette out of a pack and into his hand. Where he'd gotten it, Tommy didn't know. It was the afterlife; he didn't expect drugs to be in the afterlife.
"Fuckin'... no, I don't smoke," He huffed back, "What do you fuckin'..."
Schlatt shrugged, brought the cigarette to his lips, produced a lighter, and lit up. "Your loss."
Wilbur had warned Tommy that occasionally they'd fade in and out. The afterlife wasn't a concrete plane to be in, he'd said, so Tommy should prepare for him to pop in and out occasionally.
Tommy had thought he was ready. He was not.
He'd clung to the man ever since he'd died. He was the only person he had left who cared. At least, the only person he had left who cared and he could still talk to. And even if Wilbur was only going to be gone for a little bit (though time worked so strangely here, who really knew?), Tommy wasn't ready for that separation.
And he sure as hell wasn't ready to be left alone with Jschlatt.
He didn't like kids, that much was obvious. Or anyone, really.
Apparently he and Wilbur had talked quite a bit before Tommy's arrival, which Tommy couldn't blame him for; Wilbur had to talk to somebody, and until now the afterlife didn't have any options except for the previous tyrant. But the moment Schlatt had seen Tommy, palpable disgust had formed on his face and he had fled the scene.
That was fine by Tommy. He didn't like Tommy, and Tommy didn't like him.
But now that Wilbur was gone for a while, being around Schlatt was better than being alone.
Schlatt coughed after a drag. Tommy eyed him uneasily.
Schlatt didn't have scars, Tommy was noticing. Wilbur did. He had a big ugly one in his chest from where Phil had stabbed him, gaping and hard to ignore. Schlatt, having not died to something so physical, had no such thing. But his eyes looked vacant, tired, and bloodshot, and drool seemed to constantly drip down his chin. Disgusting motherfucker, Tommy thought.
It did get him thinking, though. He hadn't seen himself once since his death. When he'd asked Wilbur about his gash, Wilbur had confessed that all the injuries they'd received subsequent to their death would probably remain and hurt forever. Tommy himself had aches all over his body; Dream had done a number on him. He was left with a head that pounded almost constantly and a body that throbbed with every movement.
He wondered how he looked.
He cleared his throat and called, "Oi, bitch."
Schlatt looked to him, unimpressed. "Hm?"
"Ey, uh... so we're all a bit ghost-y now, yeah?"
"Sure."
"You gots your little... red... devil horns, 'n Wilbur's got his scar..." Tommy crossed his arms, "... What do I look like?"
Schlatt took pause, pulling the cigarette from his mouth. His lips fell to a frown as he scanned Tommy up and down, his eyes filling up with something that was almost, almost pity. Tommy's stomach sank; that didn't bode well.
Schlatt tore his eyes away from him and shook his head, gaze cast down.
Tommy swallowed nervously. "Well?"
The only thing Schlatt said after a long pause was, "Stay away from mirrors, kid."
This Dream SMP space pirate au has been living rent free in my brain for weeks, enjoy!
I prob’ly won’t finish it, so I’ll just leave it here
and God stood there after the world ended. he looked you in the eyes. and asked you “why?”
i will be thinking about this forever. btw. bro literally went 😳😳😳 then went on to enlighten tommy and phil about bbls
Before the SMP
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training to draw on my old laptop while i'm not home (that makes me crazy)
WE NEED A MOVIE SERIES BASED ON THE DSMP! How cool would that be though-