Tommy and Wilbur and like siblings. With their dynamic at least. Like for example
Wilbur once said he would punt Tommy into a lake. We all know that if someone hurt Tommy he would be ticked and stand up for him. This is easily a sibling dynamic. Like they hate each other but love each other at the same time. So they argue a lot but if someone else were to that and hurt the other they would be ticked off.
OH MY LORD, TODODOK.II DID AMAZING ON THIS ANIMATIC! GO CHECK THIS OUT ON YT!
Hey! i know i’ve been dead for months but i’m back. well, kind of- i’m not gonna be as active as before but i’ll be alive at least? no promises though
Anyways, wilbur streamed lore when i was on vacation solely to spite me bUt i watched it yesterday and just decided to make a mini comic about it
A heads up though: it’s kinda messy since i just impulsively decided to do this with no prior comic making knowledge or outline. so there are numbers in the top corner to specify what panel you’re reading :D
Spoilers for wilbur’s inconsolable differences lore stream !!
(sorry it’s sideways)
Panel 9 was like- my attempt at making the first dream scene show as an imagination by partially erasing it? idk-
Anyways, should I continue it? :D
A non villain as a villain
I Miss the Misery by Halestorm. With the exeption of one line, it's perfect for Tommy's feelings toward Dream right after exile. It's also a really good song in my opinion(the music, not the story)
If Philza Minecraft never fucked that damn Samsung Refrigerator, literally 99% of lore wouldn't happen. Wilbur Soot wouldn't have been born, leading to no L'manberg. If there's no L'manberg, that means Tommy would never get exiled and suffer through the trauma Dream has inflicted on him. No L'manberg also means that there's no government, which means Technoblade had nothing to hate until further up the line. Dream also probably wouldn't be in jail, leading to Ranboo never dying. It would also mean Ranboo wouldn't have his panic room, cause the whole start of that was Dream revealing him a traitor to L'manberg. Micheal wouldn't have been kidnapped, Tommy would've never died and be revived, the revival book probably wouldn't even be important.
If Philza Minecraft never fucked that damn Samsung Refrigerator, the DSMP probably wouldn't be popularized for it's lore streams.
1. I’m sorry I haven’t been active lately, it’s just I’m pretty busy w/ Christmas and stuff
2. I have been trying to think of something to write for the Tommy Exile but realisticish thing
3. I’m also making a video rn so it’s hard to keep up with both and the wiki
4. I apologize for being dead on roleplays, I will probably be more active after Christmas is over
Thats all :]
SO, you know how I made a poll a while ago to see what I should do like write a fan fic, draw fanart or somethin? So at first I said “oH yEaH iMmA dO a PjO fAnFiC!!!”
No. I decided I was going to write Tommy’s exile but…
SORTA REALISTIC :)
Just wanted to say that so I don’t confuse people lol I was planning this out in my head for an hr & a half at like 7:40 A.M. till 9:15 or smth.
its not your usual emerald duo content, but I hope you guys still like it ^^
15 Votes in Poll
THE FINAL DISC CONFRONTATION WAS IN JANUARY 2021?? I THOUGHT IT WAS IN DECEMBER OF LAST YEAR CAUSE I WAS SURE THERE WAS LIKE, A MONTH OR TWO BETWEEN BEING PUT IN PRISON AND TOMMY'S DEATH
I COULD HAVE SWORN I WATCHED THE STREAM IN DECEMBER THOUGH SHEESH
THIS DSMP TIMELINE IS MAKING ME QUESTION MY SANITY
TELL ME I'M WRONG MAN- MY ENTIRE VISION OF THIS PART OF THE TIMELINE HAS BEEN SKEWED HELP
I'M GENUINELY LIKE, SO THROWN OVER THIS WOW- CAUSE THIS MEANS TOMMY'S SECOND EXILE ISN'T AS FAR BACK AS I THOUGHT WTF
Thank you for coming to my TedTalk 😌
What if Wilbur was stopped before blowing up L'manberg? What would change in the course of events if L'manberg stood and Ghostbur didn't? (Sorry I thought that was clever)
My personal idea is that Tommy wouldn't get exiled but I just wanted to give this idea to the fandom since I'm bad at writing
Oh no...
Just what to do...
When you are afraid and alone...
And without any hope...
Of finding a way home.
Chapter 12
Ranboo’s Entry (2)
i found Micheal. i think. i was wandering around when i saw a nether portal, and walking out of it, Micheal, and someone… i started chasing after them i thin
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Entry #40
It’s been four day cycles
Damnit…
I didn’t think the Enderman hybrid would bother looking for us…
The stupid halfbreed caught us going into the nether, and chased us in.
I swear though, he wasn’t… him.
Something was different…
Something had changed…
Running away from him, it was less like I was trying to hide…
And more like I was running for my life.
He shouted at us in a strange tongue, and seemed far too light-footed to be the clumsy Ranboo I remember. And, on that note, he navigated the Nether almost better than me, I’d I’ve been living here for several overworld years. It’s almost as if…
As if he’d combed the place for us before, and we were lucky enough to be away while he looked.
Piglet and I are moving up to the overworld now, as much as I hate it here.
The nether isn’t safe anymore.
Part of me wonders if it ever had been.
- Tommy
Date: March 25th, 2024
I’ve reason to believe Tommy is alive. I’ve suspected this eventuality for some time, but now I know for a fact that he’s still out there, and that clears more kinks in the plan than it does throw wrenches. Outside of Techno and his little ku, I’ve got everyone under wraps again. Knowing Tommy alive will bring hope to the server, which isn’t something I need. But if he’s alive and in my custody, well, that makes things a tad bit different. People without hope become weary, smart. Pessimists and fighters. People with too much hope get a power that is unpredictable and out of my control. What I need is a happy medium, and Tommy will provide it for me.
Now that he thinks the Nether is no longer safe, I have him cornered. It was pure chance that Ran was in the right place at the right time, and finding him again would be an absolute nightmare. But he doesn’t need to know that, now does he?
I’ll give Ran the order to comb the Overworld tomorrow. There’s only so many places a child could hide.
:)
*ENDERSPEAK TRANSLATION*
(How naive...
You won't find what you're looking for, I'm afraid...
Not anything of mine...
Nor anything of yours...)
I suppose you thought this story of mine was over...
It's only really just begun.
Chapter 11
Journal log of; February 2nd
10:00; I came home from an expedition around this time, though not entirely exact. Phil is still away, off somewhere. He’s probably found himself a massive, time consuming personal project again. None of my business, as long as he minds the baby zombies.
14:00; After re-organizing my massive collection of loot chests, I decided to go out and do a perimeter check of my estate, since I’ve been gone for so long. It’s important to maintain order on one's land. Even if it’s populated by nothing but the hounds, they still need to know who’s boss around here.
14:45: It was around this time that I encountered a stranger near the edge of my territory. He or she was mining ice from a frozen pond. As I approached the trespasser, I noticed a smaller figure beside them. Children? No one ever said anything about what to do when a parent and their young child tresspasses on your turf.
15:15: At this point I moved close enough for the stranger to notice me. They stopped mining, and moved smoothly in front of the child. Their steps were so light, so precise, I swear they hardly left footprints in the snow. Frankly, I was a little jealous, because having hooves I can never achieve that flat-footed precision. They asked me what I wanted, rather rudely might I add, and the voice was masculine. The oddest thing about the voice was that I could swear I’d heard it somewhere before. And not just in passing, there was a familiarity in it, so much so that I could say with certainty I knew this person. I told him that he was the one trespassing on someone else’s land, my land, specifically, and he just huffed, and called me a hog. I found I couldn’t take offence, because that’s the truth of it, but wow, okay. Two can play at that game. One could, of course, argue that two could play many games, but then, there’s always solitaire. I often play solitaire when Phil is away and I grow tired of the potato farms. That’s rare though, so it’s not often.
I tell the stranger to reveal his identity, because again, I swear I know him...
Low and behold, it’s TommyInnit.
Now, by now even I, a deranged, highly functioning sociopath hermit by modern society’s standards, had heard he’d died, so this was a shock to me. Not that much though, considering this child is like a cockroach, and everything on this earth could die and the cockroach would remain.
That didn’t explain the smaller, less loudmouthed child, though.
I asked him who the younger child was, and Tommy just grunted that he was a tagalong. I realized, then, why I had had a difficult time recognizing Tommy’s voice. He sounded… Almost Piglen-ish. This was confirmed in my mind as Tommy gave the small child instructions. The language he used seemed like a combination of broken slurred Piglen tongue, and equally as broken English. It was so bad I could only make out one word; ‘Portal’. As soon as he’s finished speaking, the little child runs off. It’s momentum brings the hood of it’s thick cloak down, and I make it out as a baby zombie Piglen before it disappears into the trees. That’s when I realize, say, Ranboo had been asking about a baby zombie Piglen a while back. Coincidence? Most definitely.
16:00; By now I’ve returned home, after deciding that I’d let Tommy off with a warning. And by that, I mean he wouldn’t stop insulting me in broken English till I left. So I did, because he hasn’t changed a bit.
His English was always fairly terrible.
Entry #38
It’s been almost 8 sleeping cycles since I last wrote.
I saw Techno today, the damn pig. It’s not really a shock, because I was mining ice for my lava fortress, because Piglet may like the heat, but I’ll roast to death, even being as down here as long as I have. Fire-resistance stops the heat from actually killing you, not every other form of heatstroke. I’ve collapsed down there a few times, let me tell you, it wasn’t pretty. Anyway, I don’t dare go anywhere near Snowchester, not after what happened.
The stupid hog asked me about Piglet, and I told him very nicely to go fuck himself. After calling him a bunch of names and telling Piglet to run home in case things got nasty.
I’m excited to move down under the lava, even if it’s probably going to send me to an early grave. Not like I care, I’m living life for a good time, not a long time. Once Piglet can defend himself, I won’t have to worry about my own self nearly as much.
- Tommy
Entry #39
We’re found
