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Badlands Sanctuary AU Part 2

@petrichormeraki​ 😳👉👈??? Is this adequate for a part two, I feel like this might end up being this entire blog lol, this will most definitely become a series here for me. I was this 👌 close to being maybe making Tommy OOC but then he cussed and the world was right again. That being said, both he and BBH are probably very OOC here. I also set the “rescue” of Tommy (read: Tommy runs away to BBH) a few days after his exile began, letting him get a little bit of self confidence crushed, and a healthy fear of Dream 😌💅✨ Also I’ve made Karlnapity real here, because I need it to be. :)

BadBoyHalo set out the plates for dinner, adding an extra four plates to the table. One for each of his son’s boyfriends, and one for a possible extra guest. He always set out the extra plate, after one-too-many visits from the other members of the SMP who had forgotten to eat dinner and stumbled by Bad’s house.

Right on time, Sapnap arrived with Karl and Quackity, but BBH noticed a small blonde trailing behind, trying to be discreet. Bad spotted the red t-shirt and was immediately confused as to why Tommy was hiding by his house. Last he’d heard, Tommy and Tubbo were supposed to settle the exile/burning-George’s-House-Down-Punishment like, what was it now, three days ago? He’d been so focused with the Egg as of late, trying to make sure it remained contained in the obsidian and trying to figure out how to break it so it wouldn’t take over his mind, he hadn’t even heard what the final verdict had been.

He had been meaning to ask his Sap’s boys tonight, but the cowering Tommy (Why was he cowering? Tommy was all bravado with no quiet side in sight!) told him all he needed to know.

He ushered his son and his two muffinheads inside the house, before using the excuse that he needed to go grab some berries for a pie tonight to slip out his own door and help the teen outside.

“Tommy?” BBH picked up a few berries on his way, while luring the blonde out of wherever he had disappeared to. “Tommy where’d you go?”

“Aye, BadBoyHalo, my frieeeeeeennd!” And there was the loud personality Bad was so used to, back full force. “You don’t mind if I hide out in your forest for a bit, do ya? I don’t quite have... anywhere I need to be tonight,” a pause let Bad know there was something more going on that just an exile conflict, “and I need to stay away from... well that doesn’t matter, but I kinda need to stay here.” Bad peered down at Tommy, his white voids not giving away any emotion, he hoped.

Bad smiled. “Of course! What are friends for! But, if you’re staying here for a while, won’t you come join us for dinner? Sapnap,” A flinch, “Karl, and Quackity are all over tonight, and I always have an extra plate for anyone who stumbles by! You should come with me! We’re friends, after all!” Tommy’s hands began to tremble. Why was Tommy afraid? What was happening?

“Tommy?” BadBoyHalo’s voice was soft, noticing the change in the teen. “Tommy what’s going on?”

“...I don’t know if you heard, but I was exiled, Bad. Tubbo chose the fucking nation over me, his best fucking friend!” Bad watched as Tommy began to cry a little bit, before wiping away tears angrily. The demon pushed down the urge to say ‘Language’ in favor of approaching and crying child.

And Prime, Tommy and Tubbo were still children. What muffinhead let children run a nation? Who pushed them into war?

Why were they still thrusting situations upon children who weren’t mentally equipped to handle them yet? Why was this still happening?

Tommy had been through 2 wars, and this would be his second exile from a country he helped create!

“Tommy,” Bad tried. “Tommy I know- well I don’t- but this must, gah, what am I trying to say?” BBH rubbed his hands together and picked a few more berries.

“What I’m trying to say here is I, frankly, don’t care if you’ve been exiled to some remote desert island and you have to start all over. You’re still welcome in the Badlands. You’re welcome to stay for dinner, you’re welcome to stay the night, Prime, you’re even welcome to stay for life, if you need it!

“The point is, even if you may be a bit too mature for your age, you’re still a child and you need somewhere to be safe. You can’t deny it, you always say it yourself, you’re a minor, Tommy! You shouldn’t have to fight wars, you shouldn’t have to fight Dream, and you certainly don’t need to fight me. I want you to live your life how you want, but I want you to do it safely.”

And that was all it took. Tommy stood still for a few moments, before sniffling and wiping his eyes again. “You don’t fucking mean that.”

“Language, Tommy, of course I do! Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because Dr- because no one’s ever given a single shit about how old a bitch boy like me is, just that we can fight and we can think. Fighting is what got me in the revolution, and thinking is what got me exiled.” BBH didn’t miss the near-slip up of Dream’s name, but he wasn’t going to let this slide.

“Language. And I do care about you! And I can guarantee that there are people around you, maybe Tubbo, maybe Phil, maybe even people in my own home, actually, probably people in my own home, that care about you! You shouldn’t have to go through this alone! Just tell us what’s happening so we can help!” He put down the basket and before he knew it, there was a warmth in his arms. Bad wrapped his arms around Tommy while Tommy just hugged him back and cried.

Looks like that extra plate was going to be used tonight.

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And also i don’t know how mobile works and i don’t reply to stuff for the SOLE REASON of i don’t know who will respond. This blog, which is fine, or my MAIN one, which will delete my anonymity.

tumblr doesn’t even pretend to show me notifications any more, if you say something to me and I see it it’s purely because I stumbled upon it by chance in an enchanted grotto deep in the moonlit forest at midnight and will never find it again.

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Hehe, snipfic for @petrichormeraki ‘s new Badlands AU!

Tommy needs more parental figures, so yes. I will write this, and I will write more and more and more until my fingers fall off or I get writer’s block. Whichever comes first. I can and will make this a big series, just watch me.

“Hey Tommy!” Bad Boy Halo had previously been walking through the SMP lands when he saw the sullen and downtrodden teen. Tommy had been pacing around the back of his bench (which brought the question, where was Tubbo? Surely he wouldn’t let Tommy be anxious alone), hands clasped behind his back and only stopping to restart a disk, Blocks, Bad noted idly.

“Oh, hey Bad.” Something was definitely wrong. Tommy would never sound like that, all quiet and subdued. Tommy would usually just respond with some swear and Bad would get upset and then they’d laugh it off a few minutes later. “How are you?” And a parental urge started to rear in the back of Bad’s mind take care of Tommy, he’s young, he’s a child, like the eGG- and Bad grabbed Tommy’s arm gently.

“Tommy, what’s going on? This isn’t you.”

“Oh, uh nothing, except for a little prank blown out of proportion, and now Dream’s out for my neck, and I’m gonna get fucking EXILED I know I am-” Tommy began to rant, a short curse coming out, and Bad fought down the ‘LANGUAGE!’ he felt welling up in his throat.

Prime, he really was a weak demon, wasn’t he?

“Tommy, what do you mean, exiled?” Bad cut Tommy off quickly, turning the boy to face him. “Tommy, explain.” Tommy could barely look up at Bad, and Bad saw the tears in his eyes. Protect the child, protect the EGG!

“Well, I wanted to play a prank, do a little crime, and R- I went over to George’s house and stole a few things, nothing he’d miss too much, and maybe lit a grass block or two on fire, but I didn’t do much, I swear! But then today Dream was putting up obsidian walls around L’Manburg, and he said that I destroyed George’s house, and he was going to imprison us in our own land, and so he told Tubbo that the only way he’d take them down was if I was exiled!” Tommy was breathing hard, and Bad began to recognize the oncoming signs of a panic attack. Bring him home, keep him sAFE

“Tommy, breathe.” BBH pulled Tommy’s hand to his own chest and let Tommy feel his lungs fill up and empty out, fill, and empty, in and out. Tommy began to follow Bad’s example, slowly breathing and looking up at Bad again.

“I-” Tommy tried, much to Bad’s dismay. “I just don’t want to be left alone…” and oh. This was the second time Tommy had been exiled, right. And last time, he at least had had Wilbur with him, but Wilbur- well, just look at Ghostbur.

“Tommy, if you want, you could always come to the Badlands. Even if you don’t get exiled, which I think Tubbo would do, I mean, you guys are best friends.” Bad looks at the sixteen year old boy- only 16? And he’d fought in wars when he was 13, for L’manburg’s freedom. He’d lost 2 lives at 14, what the muffin. He didn’t deserve to be exiled!

Tommy sniffs. “Really?” He asks, and Bad almost pulls him into a hug, but Tommy doesn’t do well with touch, he knows this, he does, but Tommy so desperately needs a hug right this instant-

“Tommy, would you like a hug?” Bad opens his arms a little, before a whoosh of air forcefully leaves his lungs as Tommy basically tackles him. “You can always stay with me and Skeppy, you muffinhead. We’d always be glad to have you around!”

He doesn’t think Tommy would need to take him up on that offer.

Oh, he is so, sorely wrong.