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No matter what happens with Tommy, if Dream brings him back or if he becomes a ghost or what, no matter how this goes down, Tommy’s definitely dead at the moment.
Which means he’s with Wilbur.
DSMP Small Town AU
ok so this is gonna be clumsy and probably a little ooc at times, but I made an AU!!!! this is just the basic idea cause I couldn’t figure out how to put down everything I had, but I’ll add the other bits in other posts. Ask me anything, suggest headcanons, go nuts! Inspired by @dazenightmare’s store au, so check them out, but anyway here goes nothing!
Phil, Techno, Ranboo, Tommy, and Tubbo work at Techno’s garden supply store
Techno is the owner, but he leaves most of the managerial stuff to Phil
Wilbur sometimes helps out
They play unassuming videogame music over the store sound system. Tommy snuck Pigstep onto the playlist, and he and Techno rap to it sometimes
Tubbo likes to watch the bees in the flower bushes
Techno has a potato plant in his office that’s older than Tommy and has produced ungodly amounts of potatoes
The garden store doesn't have a uniform/dress code because it's just whatever Phil will let them leave the house in
Tommy and Tubbo once made a fort out of bags of mulch
Wilbur, Fundy, Niki, and Quackity work at Wilbur’s pawn shop
It’s kinda the hangout place
Their “uniform” is a flannel.
Wilbur blasts closing time by semisonic to tell his employees to go home
Quackity creates a civilization in the unexplored back corner of the pawn shop and manages to kidnap most of the candy store staff plus Karl. Wilbur is incredibly confused
Friend is a stuffed sheep that showed up at the shop one day and Wilbur took one look at it and went “this is the entire backbone of my emotional stability now”
Tommy and Tubbo sometimes help out
Tubbo likes the rotary dial phone and Tommy likes the spoons
Someone pawned a set of boomwhackers. Chaos followed
Bad, Skeppy, Ant, and Sam work at the Nook Cafe
It kind of becomes a place that moms can leave their kids at while they run errands because they’ll be taken care of
Skeppy acts out little stories for the kids. He always asks the kids who should be his princess in the stories and they always say Bad. Bad protests every time but always gets into it and has fun with the kids and Skeppy
Bad bakes the kids treats
There’s this one little boy who is just constantly clinging to Antfrost. He wears a cat hoodie
Sam keeps their appliances running
They have one coffee machine that Sam has been wrestling to keep running for years. Bad refuses to replace it because Skeppy named it
Dream, Sapnap, and George work at the candy store
Dream is just managing in place of the absentee owners
George handles the chocolate because he’s colorblind
Sapnap likes giving kids free samples
Dream is good at making old fashioned hard candies
Sapnap gets mesmerized by the taffy puller often
Someone shows one of them candy store from heathers and now all three of them sing it or catch themselves humming it all the time
Karl is an author, Puffy owns a flowershop, Shlatt is Fundy and Quackity’s landlord, Eret drives the town’s singular taxi, and Purpled makes money running errands for the townsfolk and various businesses in town.
I’ll post more about this, but feel free ask about it or share ideas!!
sbi is my comfort dynamic, so here’s their story in my small town au!!
Phil married Wilbur’s mom when he was 19. She ended up dying in childbirth when Phil was 21, so it was just Phil and Wilbur until Will was 11 when Phil met Techno, who was 18 at the time. Techno didn’t live it the town, he was just there for a job, but he comes back to hang out with Phil more frequently over the next few years. A year after meeting Techno, Phil adopted Tommy who was five. Then when Techno is 22, he moves permanently to town and buys the garden supply store and asks Phil to help him manage it. Two years later, Phil starts fostering 10 year old Tubbo. Then when Tommy and Tubbo are both 15, Ranboo starts working at the garden store. He’s 19.
Tommy: I don’t remember my birth parents either.
Ranboo: I didn’t know you were adopted. You look more like Phil than Wilbur does.
Tommy: yeah. Wilbur always said it was because I was supposed to be in this family.
Ranboo: does it bother you? Not remembering, I mean.
Tommy: no. Phil says I was taken away by the state when I was three. I don’t have memories from before, but.. I have nightmares sometimes. I’d rather not know why.
From the small town au. No context, we die like L’manhole
Because my brain is doing this now, some dsmp people as, like, times of year or sorts of days.
Sapnap is the part of winter when the excitement of the snow has worn off but the cabin fever hasn’t set in yet. When there’s a decent amount of snow on the ground and it’s not first snow sparkly but not gross and brown either.
George is that bit at the beginning of spring when everything is kind of wet cold, but you can tell that it’s not winter anymore and everything is muddy.
Dream is state fair season at the end of summer when everything is exciting and busy but there’s that little bit of latent anxiety with school coming up again.
Eret is those days in any season when you step outside and everything feels a little off from reality, but in like a pleasant, ethereal way. Fairy days.
Quackity is those days in summer when you can tell that you’re neighbors are barbecuing.
Ranboo has distinct late/mid school year vibes. The perfect blend of stress and not giving a shit.
I feel like Techno is those days when it's raining just the lightest little bit but the sun is still shining.
Tubbo is the day when it was supposed to rain really hard but then it's sunny and beautiful all day.
Tommy is the day before the Fourth of July. I don't really have an explanation for this.
This might be exclusive to me, but Shlatt is a summer family reunion where you can count the people you recognize on one hand. And the venue edges just a little bit into uncomfortably warm.
Bad is the last day or two of school when you don't have anything to do and your locker is all cleaned out so you're just there in this weird luminal space suspended between structure and freedom.
Conversely, Skeppy is the first week of summer when everything is exciting and you feel all that summer potential rising up and you think about all the things you'll do when really summer is just the freedom to do nothing remotely productive for three months.
Wilbur is a good solid thunderstorm day where the sky turns black and the air smells like electricity, but only if one enjoys thunderstorms. If one is unsettled by thunderstorms then that is simply not the vibe.
Niki is autumn. Not for the holidays or for the colors or the pumpkin spice or anything like that, but for the ability to once again wear sweaters and layers of clothes. And also specifically the very beginning of fall when most of the trees are still green but once in a while you see one that's bright red orange or even the ones that go just ever so slightly red pink.
Karl is a late spring early summer day where the temperature is perfect but there's like a slightly chilly breeze but otherwise it's beautiful and the only problem is that the sun is literally too bright to open your eyes.
Phil is a winter day with really good packable snow and it's sunny so even though you bundle up to go outside you take your coat off after like a half hour, and your probably gonna do some sledding of questionable safety.
some more small town sbi house because it’s been a criminally long time since I posted
Techno and Phil share a duplex
Tubbo and Tommy think Wilbur is the coolest thing ever and he’s a really great big brother
Tommy has a golden retriever collie mix named henry
Tubbo is two days older than Tommy
Tommy will occasionally, in a fit of rebellion, “move in” with Techno for a few days until he inevitably misses Tubbo too much and moves back in with Phil. Phil and techno just roll with it
Techno has a white Tibetan mastiff named Steve. Steve doesn’t do much
Tommy and Tubbo take one look at tall, gangly, socially awkward Ranboo and just go “big man needs us” and freaking adopt him and he just rolls with it because it’s affection and he couldn’t stop them anyway. Tommy is doing his very best to be a bad influence on Ranboo and Tubbo has threatened Techno with a custody war multiple times
Phil notices that Ranboo likes to be around the dogs but both dogs are very much someone else’s so he asks Ranboo if he wants a pet and they get him a bunny
Tommy and Tubbo have to be separated when either of them is sick because they’re both extra clingy when they’re sick and will get the other sick immediately. But it’s also very very hard to separate them
They swap back and forth between having breakfast at Techno’s or at Phil’s
Tommy and Phil are the same height, but Tommy is tall and Phil is short, I don’t make the rules
They have one car. It used to be Techno’s
Winnie the pooh au? Idk, just wilbear soot and raccooninnit and crowza and techno pig and tubbgoat and catboo vibing in the woods. Their Christopher Robin is just Chat. Techno is the biggest and has some grey spots because I said so. Tommy gets dirty and damaged more than any of the others. He has a little bandana around his neck. Wilbur is the softest and he has a little guitar.
im bored and i have no shame so here have this entirely unedited draft that i’ll probably never finish
“You two don’t sit still much, do you?”
Phil watched the two boys carefully. The taller one looks ready to bolt, or possibly attack Phil if it came to that. He’s wiry, barely an ounce of meat on him, fear poorly hidden by anger on his dirty face and a hand tucked into his friend’s. His clothes aren’t anywhere close to new or even clean. Phil took in the worn shirt and wondered if one of Wilbur’s old shirts would fit him. The little one looked a bit less world worn, if only because he’s less gaunt. By the way the taller was poised to react if Phil made some wrong move, he could guess that he must have been the protector. Phil wouldn’t be surprised if he gave most of his food to his friend when times were lean.
The short one was looking at Phil with a politely neutral expression. It was a facade though, Phil realized. His eyes had a familiar observant intensity. Phil smiled, reminded of a boy with pink hair who’d looked at him the same way.
“No sir,” the little one answered.
Phil keeps his face even and lets himself be judged. The short one spares a glance at his friend, hardly taking his eyes off of Phil for more than a few seconds, and Phil watches the two boys have an entire conversation in front of him without uttering a word. He catches the head tilt of a question, and barely keeps from laughing out loud at hearing the little one mumble, “I can’t understand you when you look at me like that.”
Eventually, their conversation reaches its conclusion because now the tall one is looking at him with loaded and hesitant hope and the little one turns back to Phil with the air of a businessman.
“Do you have anything that needs fixing at your house?”
He doesn’t ask anything else. Not for food or shelter or even pay for the labor. And oh, Phil wants to pull them both into his arms and give them the chance to forget the ways they’ve learned to keep themselves alive. But he can’t. Not yet. They’re too wary, too tired now to accept the possibility of rest, so he pretends to look thoughtful for a moment.
“The garden is about ready. Big harvest this year; I doubt I could pull it all in by myself. I’m not as young as I used to be.” He doesn’t mention that he has two helpers waiting at home, nor that age has never really made a dent in his ability.
“We’re good with gardening,” the taller one says, finally speaking up now that Phil has apparently been deemed mostly harmless.
“Harvesting, at least,” the shorter one interjects.
“Yeah. Never could get anything to grow on our own, but we’ve helped with plenty of harvests.”
“That’s good. I can pay you and feed you if you’ll give me a little help.”
The boys’ eyes get a bit brighter, and the short one nods enthusiastically.
“My house is this way. It’s a bit into the woods; can you walk that far?”
The tall one apparently takes offense to that, because he huffs and pulls on his friend's hand, speeding up and walking ahead of Phil towards the woods. The smaller one looks back at Phil, who smiles goodnaturedly, and then turns back to follow his friend. Phil follows at a distance. He won’t begrudge these two their independence. They’ve been through too much to be patronized, even by genuine concern for them.
Soon though, they reach the edge of the woods and slow down, realizing they don’t know the way. They’re startled by Phil draping his cloak over their shoulders. He couldn’t help it; they looked so cold. And it felt better to do something instead of just wondering how often they slept outside in this weather. The shorter looked down in shock, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. The tall one looked at Phil with something between accusation and confusion. His eyes widened when Phil walked past, though. Phil smiled, a bit of mischief in his eyes as the tall one nudged his friend without looking away and suddenly there were two sets of eyes staring in awe at the large wings on Phil’s back.
“It’s this way,” Phil said, gesturing for the boys to follow.
“You have wings!” The tall one shouted.
“Can you fly?” The other asked.
“Not here, the trees are too low. I’d have to go over.”
“You can fly!” That was the tall one again.
“Thanks mate, I noticed.”
He didn’t miss another wordless exchange between the two, but he didn’t bother wondering what it was about.
“What should I call you?” He asked, letting the conversation drift away from his wings. Surprisingly, the taller took no time to answer.
“Tommy. This is Tubbo.”
“Tommy,” Tubbo scolded, for some reason.
“Tubbo, huh?” Phil asked.
“Sorry sir. It’s… Toby. My name is Toby.”
Tommy looked upset at that.
“I can call you what you like. Do you prefer Tubbo?”
Tubbo looked surprised, but Tommy answered for him.
“He does.”
Tubbo looked at Phil apprehensively. Apparently deciding that Phil was being genuine, he nodded shyly.
“Tubbo it is then.”
They walked for a while, Phil leading at little more than an amble, and the two boys trailing behind him, whispering excitedly and glancing at his wings, and sharing the cloak between them.
They reached the house by the time the sun was almost down. The horses were missing from their small stable, which meant that techno and will were still out. That was probably good. Phil didn’t want to overwhelm the two boys. He ushered them inside, not missing how they were trying to hide their shivering, especially Tommy.
“The garden is out back. We can work on it tomorrow,” Phil said.
“Tommy and I can work on it tonight if you want,” Tubbo offered.
“It can wait. We can have dinner for now. May as well rest while it’s dark.”
Behold, gibberish!! I love this concept but I know I’ll never get around to actually writing it so here’s my unfiltered word barf of an idea! If anybody writes this we’ll be best friends forever, it’s the rules.
Fate!Tommy Fantasy au where Tubbo and Tommy are kinda on their own for the most part, and Tommy has got this destiny situation that he’s just avoiding at every turn like pink hair anime girl avoiding being a main character. They meet the rest of sleepy inc and they’re all trying to adopt this tall child and Tommy really likes them but is trying not to let them adopt him because he has tubbo and he argues that tubbo is all he needs even though tubbo knows that’s bullshit, and then tubbo gets injured and he immediately runs to them for help and is successfully adopted. Wilbur can basically tell whenever Tommy is in trouble. Pre adoption brotherly instincts. Tommy sees freaking Excalibur in the woods and just draws googly eyes on it and walks away. There’s some version of this where Tommy #destiny dies and Wilbur’s not having it so he just straight up breaks into whatever their version of the underworld is and brings him back, possibly fighting some gods along the way. Techno is impressed because mythology. Once Tommy is back they get a visit from foolish, who is in charge of the line between life and death, and he’s like “more power to ya, tbh that was really moving, but you just broke the rules of life and death. Not as in violated, either. Busted. Broken. So what are we gonna do about this?”
Made an sbi into the woods au I guess
big man and the boob
Sneak peek, See ya on the 16th
By the decree of the high council as of today July, 29th, XXXX at 2:45 PM. We declare that humanity, be seen as legal citizens of the world. No longer are the pets, slaves, and unpaid workers. Any of those who keep them as such will be persecuted with the highest regard. Humans, I humbly welcome you to a brand new world. For those who are in need of assistance of transitioning into your new roles you can-
Tommy huffed as he pressed the off button on the remote. Throwing it onto the janky coffee table Tommy rests his head against his fingers. Two years ago he was cheering when hearing that news broadcast. Thinking this was his chance of finally being the big man he was supposed to be. That awe and happiness didn’t last long when reality hit.
Though he is luckier than the rest of his fellow man. Sam, his owner his friend made him a deal a year and half ago. If he graduates at a police academy with decent marks. Sam would let him move out and give him a position at his police station. Even help him get an apartment.
It seemed like a kind and generous offer to those with blind eyes. Many had said so both human and hybrid alike. Tommy knew better. It was a way for Sam to keep him close and under his control. Sam has always been a possessive controlling bastard like that. He didn’t consider it at first but after an incident he saw it as a way to finally be free and leave this god's forsaken city once and for all. Not seeing any other option to obtain his goal Tommy agreed
Beep Beep Beeeep.
Hearing the microwave go off Tommy forces himself off the old worn couch. He had been sitting on. Don’t ask him how old he got it in front of a sketchy dude a month ago, no questions asked. It made him a bad cop but he's only a cop on the clock. It beat sleeping on the floor with a sleeping bag as thin as a tissue.
So he didn’t mind the awful smell and that one soggy spot that doesn't dry. Grabbing the handle Tommy pulls the door open retrieving the still steaming cup from the microwave.
“Ow ow ow ow.” Tommy mumbled quickly, depositing the cup onto the counter behind him. Grabbing the season pack he fully pulls off the seal. Jerking his fingers away from the plume of steam that bursts free.
Grabbing the season packet from nearby. Tommy licks his lips in anticipation. He’s been looking forward to this since this morning. Just as he slightly rips it open his phone rang. Groaning Tommy slams in onto the counter. Dragging his phone out from his pocket. Accepting the call he knows who it is. Without having to look at the I.D.
“Tommy! How are you?” Sam chirps on the other side of the line.
“Hello Sam, How’s everything?” Tommy asks putting Sam on speaker. He really wants to eat hot ramen, not cold ramen.
“It’s going good Tommy. What are you eating for dinner?” Sam asks.
Tommy bites his lips as he stirs the ramen with a fork. To allow the powder to mix in with the water. “Ramen, The beef one.” Tommy reluctantly replies.
“Tommy…” Sam sighs disappointed. “You know I don’t want you eating that garbage. It's not good for your body. It’ll make you sluggish… I’ve told you. If you don’t have any good food. You can always come home.”
“I know Sam….I just…” Tommy sighs. When Tommy lived with Sam. He always made sure Tommy ate healthy. No junk food aside from rare special occasions.
These are the first two pages of Faux Independence! if you wish to see how this plays out. Read the rest on my A03 account: Mysticband! I'll be uploading this on the 16th. Hope to see you there!
Wait! Don't tell me I didn't share mine c!Tommy….. I've had this stupid little guy for a couple of years now and still doesn't look too bad (except for his repaint… yeah, he used to be pink like a pig) Well, nevertheless, I hope that I can still finish my doodles of this man, wish me luck
This car ride would be an absolute MESS the entire time. Just total chaos. Someone will die.
(Wash quickly becomes very distressed upon realizing that Dr. House is, in fact, taking ridiculous amounts of Vicodin WHILE DRIVING to deal with Tommy’s hyperactive ADHD rambling.)
Wilbur-“ hello! I seemed to have stumbled on your page, care to point me in the right direction? :)”
*Tommy is very confused*
tommy:”…………PHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL-“
Phil : WHAT CHILD?!?
Pt 1/??
Character Designs for my best friend’s fanfic, Life’s a Headache!!
I’m honoured to be her beta (despite knowing jackshit about DSMP lmfao) and I cannot recommend it enough!!!