The Tale of the First Witch

no but this is incredible I love it so much

The script for “when you reach the top (there’s nowhere else to go but–)” is complete!!! Which means posting should begin soon!!

I plan on posting as I write!! If you want to get updates about it as it is being written you can join the discord here!!

Fic Summary:

It was never meant to be, and Tommy knew that.

The second he lost everything, he found the best of things.

A family, though he wouldn’t admit to it, in the form of a pink haired American, a cane wielding old man, a non-verbal sweater wearing man, and a boy who only ever wore yellow and was obsessed with bees.

Tommy loved each of them, in their own way, and with a heart that had been hurt in the past but still insisted on caring for others. He hadn’t expected his little family to grow beyond them.

Until he met Ranboo.

A figure skater with a past injury that hit just a bit too close to home for the blond amputee. Tommy knew he wanted to help him, so he did.

Tubbo, Tommy and Ranboo became inseparable in an instant.

And when you reach the top, there’s nowhere else to go but–

Characters Involved: Ranboo, Dream, Philza, Techno, Tommy, Tubbo, Niki Nihachu, Sapnap, GeorgeNotFound, Wilbur, Grian, and many more!!

Hii have this phone drawing I made while I was a few days without wifi

Please please reblog if you like this!

made a second version of my 3rd Life trailer bc i wasn’t fully happy with it the first time. (plus someone asked to add the clip of the zombies going over the wall and i had to oblige lol)

his children are very talented.

You are a supervillain who has just captured your rival’s child. Rather than being afraid, they’re begging you to let them stay.

Frankly, you’d known those idiots had had a kid for years now. You’d pretended not to, because while you’d committed a lot of atrocities in your life, you weren’t willing to face the moral quandary of whether you would knowingly kill a child just to spite its parents.

They probably thought they were being clever though, what with the blaming you for an injury you knew damn well you’d never given keeping one of them out of commission for a few months, then references to what they would ‘leave behind’ or ‘could not follow’ when in the latest death trap. One of them had accidentally pulled a pacifier out of their utility belt once, and tried to pass it off as being prepared for any young children they came across while rescuing.

Idiots.

Still, you had standards. Standards that fell somewhere past war crimes and before common decency, but they were standards.

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