#dsmp idea

[charlybvnny]

Michael's final moment

A Michael_Beloved animatic about his final moments, because he is an underappreciated character, and has so much potential.

A ramble about him under cut.

TWs:

- bugs

- bones

- talk of death and decay

- I think there is a slight flash but I'm unsure? So flashing warning just in case

michael is an underated npc / character and people should utilise his dynamic more often. i will explain:

he's stuck, he has nothing to do, nothing he can do. because he's an npc, his life will never begin because he's not living. people overlook him and don't pay him mind, his own parents don't pay attention to him. it's not that they don't love him, they do, they just don't have the time nor ability to look after him, atleast not properly.

people treat him more like a glorified pet because he is still an npc, no one should, realistically, love him like a son, at most he is a pet. but he's one of, if not the only, npc on the dsmp that is canonically considered a son, not a pet. shroud is technically a pet, yoghurt is i think considered fundy's son? but if you check on the wiki, michael is the only one of actual listing and not just an addition of another. michael is his own person, and yet is still an npc. he can't do anything, and yet is his own someone. he is someone, not someone's addition. he's not tubbo's son, or ranboo's son, he is michael.

and yet he's still stuck in his room. still stuck having to go along with other people's wills. because he is code. he can't do anything but follow his code.

and so with the charactarization of michael, making him his own person, it allows him the ability to think, yet not do. "i think therefore i am" and yet he can't think. not actually. he still has to follow his code. if you hit him, he must attack back, its in the code. so you can characterize and personalise michael all you want, give him hopes, and dreams, give him depth, but in the end, he is an npc. he can't leave his room, he can't make friends, he can't go explore. he is stuck in his room. just like how rapunzel is stuck in the tower.

in this essay i will explain why michael's song is "when will my life begin"-

[shots fired i bleed out as someone drags my body away]

Ok but in actuality, the rotting aspect of Michael is so great for potential in fics;

michael can be used in fics and i'm heartbroken people don't. see, michael is a zombie piglin, he is quite literally rotting. he is a sick, dying child of neglect and no one uses this to their advantage. do no fic writers see the potential devestating catastrophe of michael? how angsty it could be if he's used right?

I like Michael, can you tell 🥺

And you don't even need him to be a piglin in fics either, he could be a dying plant, or an injured yet beloved pet. He has potential please people listen to me 😭🙏

You can make him disability rep, please I love disabled characters in fics (if done right) and there's so much potential here.

I was messaging my friends while making this too, and I was shattering their very souls with my angst, and the thing is, you can shatter your friend's souls with angst too! Please use Michael, even if he's just a side character in your fic, if you got Tubbo, or Ranboo, please include Michael in some form, like a melted candle, or a torn doodle.

Anyways continuing on with angst!

They say the eyes are the route to the soul, and I like to think piglins only die when their souls are damaged. Only when their light fades.

Michael's usually twinkling eyes, now dull and a sullen blue, holding nothing but pure sorrow, and childish hope now shattered. His parents aren't coming. No one is coming. He's going to die alone. He's going to die, without embracing his parents one last time.

His body so decayed and rotten his ribs are fully out, spiders finding a new home where his once beating heart of love was, and yet he allows them to stay, allowing the bugs to feast on his carcass, because it's something. It's another being simply touching him. And so he lets the bugs eat his dying self, because at least it's something, a distressing comfort to accompany his final moments.

He's not alone. Not yet. It's fine. He's not alone. He won't die alone.. he thinks with his last thoughts, salty tears prickling his eye as he tries to comfort himself, just as his parents would if they were here.

I hope you cry, I hope you sob, I hope those silvery drops of sorrow prick your eyes and roll down your cheeks. If you are angry at me, perhaps you should scream into the bottomless pit of my soul, maybe a shard of guilt might scream back one day. Today's not the day though.

[beelittle]

[ctwinsduo]

a rare ctommy

[curarpikto]

denial is an smp...

[cabbagegunk]

tub doodle I’ll never finish

[atomicapiary]

ok. and what if they were cowboys.

[kenjo-arts]

Gods chosen

timelapse

[bigeelwizard]

hc that tubbo is REALLY insecure about his missing eye, so he wears an eyepatch in new l’manberg and absolutely hates it. it’s too big and garish, it rubs up on his wounds all wrong, he hates seeing himself with it. it makes him feel weak. ranboo notices (of course he does) and thinks that tubbo deserves to feel handsome again. they set off after a cabinet meeting to see if ghostbur has any books on prosthetics.

it should be noted that ranboo has no fucking clue what they’re doing. in the weeks after the plans inception, he has amassed over fifty handcrafted glass eyes, of which exactly zero will work. they’re too big, too small, not the right color. he even managed to make one with a rectangular pupil before they thought better of it. it's a shame, too, that was his best one yet. they're tired and frustrated and the eye collection is really starting to creep him out. ranboo considers asking for help.

ranboo remembers the tumultuous political state of new l'manburg.

ranboo thinks this may be a one-man project.

it really shouldn’t be a surprise that tubbo finds out. they've been practically attached at the hip since ranboo joined, and he was never any good at keeping things from tubbo anyway. they're popping over to ranboo's to get supplies for whatever adventure they're going on today, and the little chest labeled SECRET DO NOT OPEN is too full, propped open with dozens of lumpy glass spheres. tubbo notices (of course he does) and gets halfway through a i can't believe you have an eye fetish before he realizes. ranboo thinks it's a bad sign when he goes silent and an even worse one when his eye goes all misty and aw shit he made the president cry.

he's stuttering through an apology when tubbo's one eye meets their two and he asks is this for me? did you make these for me? ranboo nods and tubbo smiles like a kid on christmas, watery and bright. they've missed that smile. before he knows what's happening, tubbo's tackled them into a hug, sending both of them careening to the ground. ranboo vows there and then to give the man anything and everything he desires now and forever, just so he can feel like this again. not a veteran, not a politician, just tubbo, carefree and kind.

yeah, that sounds like a good life.

as quickly as ranboo went down, he's being pulled back up with tubbo insisting that they try every single eye, previous adventure abandoned. they spend the day like that, going through the chest, laughing at some of ranboos earlier attempts, and screaming with excitement when one managed to fit.

he looks beautiful. more confident, brighter, somehow. they burn his eyepatch that night. ranboo had already gotten him a better one anyway.

part 1 | part 2

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[charlybvnny]

I really like the headcanon c!tommy is human who, living in a world of hybrids, would wear fake demon horns, but during his revival, they became real.

he used to be painstakingly human, in a world of magic and hybrids, people who have strength and power he doesn't, and he hated it. he wished to be a piglin, to have hardy skin that teared less easily, and he wished to be a goat, to have horns and strong kicks. he wished to be a fox, to have soft footfalls and be able to hear better, and he wished to be a crow, to have beautiful wings and the ability to fly. and yet he doesn't, he is human. just a human.

and so he wears the horns, pretending he is mystical and magical, that he isn't human, he is stronger than that.

and yet, he persists, because thats what humans do, they perservere and continue despite facing tragedy. they continue living.

when he died, he became a demon, crawled out from hell and survived, human turned devil.

he survived.

and yet he was different.

he wants to be human again, hates how different he is now, hates his horns, hates his tail, hates running slightly warmer now, hates how inhuman he is. this isn't right. he's always been human, always been sure with what he was. why. why was he different. he didn't feel that different, well sure the grass doesn't feel the same, his vision sees slightly more colour now but it doesn't feel the same as before, and sure he'll never feel fresh air no matter how deep he inhales.. but he- he's human, he's always been human, he's still human. yet he isn't.

[ctwinsduo]

hello again cquackity nation

[teethkid67]

has it always been so bright

reference (and background)

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

keep forgetting to post these--

Hi I drew Emerald Duo as Jarthur for me and like two other people :] I didn't realize how much I missed drawing these guys

(For anyone who doesn't know Malevolent, the main characters are a guy and the entity possessing his eyes. They experience the horrors together and basically become platonic soulmates over the course of the story. Phil and Techno here, being in their places, are now blind and noncorporeal respectively <3)

[metrixnos]

Part of your world 🧜‍♀️

[koreanbibliophilegirl]

Welcome to the Syndicate, come and take a seat

Would you like to see the books or the notorious wither fleet?

There's no need to panic, this isn't a test!

Just nod or shake your head and we'll do the rest

Welcome to the Syndicate, put your cares aside

Here's a tip for raising subcounts, here's a sixteen-year-old who died

We got meetings, and a baker, and a guy from hardcore

And a bunch of colored pencil drawings of all the members of the Eggpire fucking each other, who drew this, CONNOR-

Here's a healthy baking option, you should kill your son

Here's why McPuffy's never serves you, here's how goats can build a bomb

Which figure from myths are you? Take this quirky quiz

Eggpire sent the egghead gang to indoctrinate your kids

Could I interest you in anarchy all of the time?

A little bit of anarchy all of the time?

Democracy's a tragedy and monarchy's a crime

Sic Semper Tyrannis all of the time

[drystem]

Ender Dragon hybrid cDream in a world where ender dragon eggs only hatch when surrounded by obsidian (hence the pillars in the end)

This extends to hybrids, who dont really have hybrid features or magic until they’ve been around obsidian for long enough.

cDream hasn’t spent enough time around obsidian, he can pass as human easily enough. He knows he’s not human, maybe he doesn’t know exactly what he is. maybe that drives him a little crazy.

and then he’s sent to pandora

[simplepotatofarmer]

rewatching the prison podcast and the way c!techno talks about the prison especially re: 'i told you i had a house', makes me think that he had a good idea that c!dream was in there on purpose.

because i absolutely can imagine him hearing about what happened at the attachment vault and mentally calling bs on the idea that not only c!tommy and c!tubbo could beat dream like that but y'know. this deeply paranoid man, who worried about spawn trapping and all that, would've made an actual vault/evil lair like...... That.