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maple-leifarts · 10 months

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DSMP NEON CITY AU??

N!Tommy, N!Ranboo and N!Tubbo designs, respectively :D

scribbled out the writing so yall dont get spoilers in case i do end up turning this into a comic or story 😈

bonus dooble:

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void-echoing · 1 year

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so i have a dsmp au where tommy is an aspiring photographer trying to get through college (high school). he has the ability to teleport at will, but he can’t control where he ends up. he always ends up back in his bed with his camera at midnight in his home timezone. most of the time, he gets really cool pictures of landscapes or high-rise cityscapes.

the basis of this au is that over the course of one summer, he runs into tiktok aesthetic-like worlds and gathers charms or small items from the people he meets. when he makes a bracelet with all the charms, he can visit each of his new friends whenever he pleases. he doesn’t realise it at first, but he eventually stops aging at 18 and his new friends show no signs of aging either. weird…

one day, as he’s setting up a picture of an abandoned desert town, a kid comes out of a building, tubbo. tubbo is wearing a gas mask and protective coverings you’d see in an apocalyptic setting. tommy snaps the picture and gets talking. when he wakes up at home, he has a dark green rock with a hole in the middle and the picture printed out and placed on his nightstand. he dreams of tubbo for weeks after. (wasteland/apocalypse imagines)

the second time it happened, he found himself in a bright neon-lit city that he didn’t recognise. there were hovering motorbikes, holographic technology, and glitchy typography everywhere he turns. he meets ranboo and his kid brother, michael, here. when he wakes up, a neon purple computer chip lies on his pillow next to him, the photo in his hoodie pocket. he dreams of meeting ranboo and michael for weeks after. (cyberpunk, new wave edits)

then, over time he learned to swordfight prince technoblade in a castle (dark royalty and elaborate outfits), read with historian eret in a 1800’s-styled library (warmly-lit academia clips), zoned out to weird music with georgenotfound in a dream-like place that seemed just the slightest bit off (weirdcore slideshows), scammed people with quackity in a casino (gambling/las vegas edits), contemplated existence with alien!purpled in a mansion floating in space (space/galaxy animations), flew with a winged sapnap during a beautiful sunset (drone flying videos/sunsets), made kandi jewellery with a brightly-dressed karl jacobs (kidcore), went on a dusk-time drive with dream across multiple state lines while singing old songs (summer nostalgia), got business advice from a bootlegger named schlatt in a speakeasy in 1920’s new york (gatsby edits/hidden rooms/20’s music), learned to bake with niki in a small house in the woods (cottagecore), just barely avoided getting killed with jack manifold in an american small town in the 80’s (analog horror/stranger things apocalypse theories), became pirate captain puffy’s assistant on the waves on an ocean somewhere (sailing/pirate larp cosplayers), danced with fairies led by queen hannah rose (fairycore/playing in the woods), walked on top of abandoned trains with ex-mercenary punz (exploring old train yards), explored coral reefs with siren!wilbur (underwater cameras/professional mermaids), and that isn’t even the full list!

#echo writes #aesthetic chaser au #dream smp au #dream smp fanfic #tommyinnit #fanfic idea

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yourfavouritetragedy · 2 years

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hi i suddenly threw myself back into dsmp killjoy au after months and months so here’s this from my draft (unedited)

lads it’s 11pm and I should be going to be but instead I’m doing Dsmp Killjoy AU (or perhaps Killjoys DSMP AU. it’s messy) because that’s all I know in life. Mainly L’Manburg b/c that’s all I bloody know I’m sorry, I really do mean to learn the rest.

Not gonna bother with a cut because I don’t think this’ll get too long and I only have four followers to bother lol

Tommy is DJ Khaos Kid

frequently just Khaos Kid

the discs are still discs

okay I’ve been reading up on the wiki because I know nothing about the earlier arcs

Revolutionary Wilbur is Captain Carbon Black

apparently a synonym for Soot. yes I’m revealing all my clever details in the post b/c otherwise there’s no point

not the best name but like I can’t change the synonym and I’m low on idea

can’t decided if Dream should take a Director like role and lead a sterile thing or be more a killjoy and thus get a proper name and such

eh it’s all AU anyways; everybody get a Killjoy name but he still leads a controlling city/gov.

Dream is

I’m working it

but anyways lets get to the good bit

oh and Fundy’s Agent Foxtrot

that’s lame isn’t it. whatever

Eret. I outta give Eret a killjoy name

Something Royal or Royal Something. Glory? nah. idk

L’Manburg can’t be L’Manburg

The Land idk I’ll work on this

ANYWAYS

oh god Schaltt’s important in this bit

I gotta give him a name

he’s so not a killjoy

everyone else becomes killjoys easily but not him

it’s the lawfulness isn’t it

Stainless Schlatt maybe idk

ANYWAYS after Stainless kicks out Khaos Kid and Carbon Black word starts spreading

Carbon’s got a new name

It somehow takes off really fast

He’s The Composer

but they don’t know

his name has another part

“It’ll be okay. We can bring back L’Manberg. You don’t have to do this.” -Philza, probably

Philza Angel of Death thing gives big “And angels made from neon and f-ing carbon scream out, ‘what’ll save us?’”

He could be Carbon Angel but Carbon’s already in Wilbur’s name.

Neon just doesn’t quite fit him.

idk maybe it does

Neon Angel

“My beautiful symphony,” he mumbles

“That’s right, you’re the Composer -- you can write this to the finish.”

He looks into Neon’s eyes. “No. You’ve got it wrong. Everyone’s got it wrong. I’m the Hollow Composer.”

(”Dream, let me be your vassal.”)

“This is my last piece, and it will remain forever unfinished.”

#I said this #dsmp #killjoy dsmp au #c!tommy #wilbur dream smp #this is the second draft on this blog #out of 16 #very very old #pogbur #l'manberg #i was so tired while writing this i can tell #au #killjoys

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birlarks · 2 years

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I think more sci-fi au's would be good. I love fantasy just as much as your average dsmp fan but the idea of cities humongous beyond our comprehension and buildings so tall you can't even see the floor is so cool. All dark with glowing neon lights and Ranboo is an android missing the "skin" on the left side of his face, showing dark gears clinking away. Weapons beyond the realm of possibility and not ever reaching a boundary when it comes to mechanical stuff!!!!! So cool.

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maple-leifarts · 10 months

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INFINITE PARADISE - Chapter 1

A DSMP AU fic I had the idea for not that long ago actually! Hope you enjoy :D (warning pretty long lmao)

“Goooood morning New London! Thanks for tuning into Destrympia News—your one and only news station personalized for your region!” The annoyingly cheerful automated dialogue blared in the blonde’s face, almost startling him off of the steel ladder he climbed down. Tommy sneered at the cyborg announcer’s face in the fully colored hologram before him as it continued to spew about how wonderful a day it was, like it did every day. “Can’t you believe the great day we all have ahead of us? Our futures are guaranteed to be enjoyable, special, and unique thanks to our sponsor—and our planet’s loving caretaker—The Syndicate!!”

“If only you knew how bad it really is,” Tommy grumbled furiously. He reached the bottom of the steps and took off into the dank, dark sewers on his hoverboard—inconspicuous enough to fool anyone into thinking he was your everyday teen. But, truly, he was more than that. In both good and bad ways. He barreled out into into the streets, the morning light blinding him, and zoomed up past the buildings into the Skyway.

The bright lilac sky blanketed the skyscrapers of New London, each one miles high, shiny and black, and laced with their own glowing neon colors. Despite being 6 in the morning, the city was bustling with activity—people walked along the streets, shops opened, the Skyway was packed with other flying vehicles, and—as Tommy discovered from the news report—a festival was being set up on the other side of the city. “Make sure to stop by the Harvest Festival today! It will be open to the public at 7 and will have lots of activities for everyone—roller coasters, fun competitive games, sideshows, and fireworks tonight at 6! Thank goodness the festival is this week too, since the average temperature will be taking a huge drop as the autumn season begins-“

Luckily briefly interrupting the weather report, Tommy received a short text on his watch—“New place is in the festival”. He grinned, happy to hear the news. “I was hoping for an excuse to check it out.” He took a right and began his way downtown.

Tommy tuned out the news and watched his surroundings as he flew, memorizing the buildings and streets he passed. Having no clue how long he would have to stay in New London, it was best to get to know the city from head to toe and especially mark all possible escape routes in case he was forced to run away from anything or anyone. Which, unfortunately, was often.

Tom was stuck in his trance of staring at all the roads below him until the news report momentarily snapped him back to reality. “As of last night, 5 mutants escaped from the Syndicate HQ and are on the loose. No trace of them has been seen since around 1 last night, so they could be anywhere. The Syndicate has not submitted any photos of them, so keep a lookout for anyone that seems out of the ordinary!”

The blonde hummed and nodded knowingly. “If they’re smart, they’d be far from HQ by now,” he muttered to himself.

”And on that note, we have some related news—“

Tommy groaned. “Here we go again.”

”It’s coming up on the 2 year anniversary since mutants Tom Simons and Ranboo Beloved mysteriously disappeared from the HQ. We still have no idea if they escaped together, or if it was just a coincidence that they escaped at the same time, but all we know is that they haven’t been seen since.” Tommy rolled his eyes. There were two things wrong about all of that. One, he didn’t “mysteriously” disappear; the escape was plenty obvious. And two, he had been spotted lots of times. Apparently the Syndicate liked to keep quiet about it, and/or were embarrassed they hadn’t caught him. And just to clarify, he had never met Ranboo.

Two images now appeared in the hologram, the first being the “Ranboo” guy. He looked about 17 in the image and had fuzzy light brown hair in a short wolf cut that somewhat covered his piercing grey eyes. A strange metal mask hid the bottom half of his face and many tubes filled with a glowing orange liquid came out of the side and bottom of the mask and connected to something on the back of his head and to a metal plate/control panel sort of thing on his chest. He wore a plain black tanktop and stared at the camera with a mildly annoyed look on his face.

The second image was Tom, 16 at the time, blurred as he ran away from the camera looking furious. Unlike Ranboo, Tom in the picture wore extremely bright colors on black, to the point where it almost looked ridiculous. However, it didn’t distract from his electric blue eyes, which were blindingly bright and shone like headlights. The result of messing with a tube of Element X5, the element that fueled the entire planet when mixed with neon, when he was younger.

“Remember, if you see any of these individuals, don’t hesitate to tell your nearest Syndicate scout immediately!” the android in the hologram finished.

Tommy hastily gave his current outfit a once-over—a mahogany sleeveless jacket with a dark green t-shirt under, a black belt, dark brown cargo pants, even darker brown boots, a red-brown over the shoulder bag, light brown sleeves with diamonds cut out at the elbows, black fingerless gloves, a mahogany forearm guard on his left arm, a light maroon hooded cape, and to top it off, a faded green bandana wrapped around his eyes to hide the glowing blue. Nothing like the outfit the world constantly saw him in on the news and posters. One might call it a loss of identity, but he called it street smarts.

He finally looked up to realize he nearly missed the exit to the festival. He swerved and floated down to the entrance, which seemed to have opened a bit early. A good number of people already wandered through the food stands, played the games, watched the sideshows, and rode the coasters. It was quite overwhelming of the senses and full of distractions—bright flashing lights, screams and cheers, aromas of fried food, and much more. And the festival took up 8 acres. Tom looked at his recent text and sighed. “This is gonna take a while.”