Stell's cPrimetober Collection
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“Trouble in paradise?” Dream asked in a sort of weird hopeful tone.
“Nah, it’s just hot as fuck today, innit?” He waved Dream’s apparent concern off. He hoped that was enough to dismiss whatever weird idea of Tommy’s situation Dream had built up in his mind.
Dream hummed, unconvinced. Too bad for him, because that had been the truth. Tommy only left because he’d been choking for air for over an hour after he tucked himself away in bed. Still, Dream didn’t actually question his story. “Oh, well, if it’s just that I can offer you a solution, I built a base over in the Holy Grounds so anyone could rest safely if they needed. It's nice and fresh there. I could bring you there” He offered.
If Tommy was any more lucid than he was at that moment, he would have said no. Dream was acting weird. Tommy didn’t have any armor or weapons on him. It was a stupid choice. But Tommy was known for making stupid choices on the best of days, let alone when his mind was so hazy he could barely think. So, of course, he followed Dream.
or unable to sleep in L'Manburg's stuffy barracks, Tommy sneaks out to his bench to get some fresh air. Everything goes downhill from there...
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- Part 1 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
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Tommy is left to deal with the scars that Dream inflicted on him in prison. Both physical and mental.
Healing is a hard process to start, but maybe an old friend willing to mend what's broken is what he needs...
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- Part 2 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
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Logstedshire was a quaint little village caught between the sea and a rather dense forest. It had a grand total of three hundred inhabitants and its economy was supported mostly by the primary sector, with farming and fishing at the forefront.
The village didn’t commerce much with its neighbors as they could only leave through the water, and things could get dangerous beyond the coral reef. The weather there was unpredictable and more than one vessel had sunk throughout the years because some greedy businessman did not believe in the power of Mother Nature.
Attempts at leaving through the forest never ended any better. The few survivors recounted tales of trees with eyes staring at them in horror, and mouths frozen on a scream. And abounding were the stories of a masked creature haunting them through their every waking moment well after they’d left the confines of the threes. The infamy of those stories was only increased by the rumor that every survivor was found dead from a heart attack within three months after leaving the forest.
So, knowing all of that, Wilbur really did not understand why his father and said father’s best friend were so intent on annexing the village to the Antarctic Empire.
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- Part 3 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
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Tommy had a hidden room.
It was tucked away underneath Ghostbur’s small cabin in a way Dream simply couldn’t have found it. There wasn’t much in terms of resources down there, it was mostly junk. A disc he’d been given at some point. Some yellow concrete from the horrid little abode Mexican Dream made for himself. A couple of blaze rods, one ender pearl, and a few pork chops that were about the only items with some value. There was Tubbo’s green bandana. A piece of Wilbur’s old jacket. And, worst of all, a full stack of pictures of Tubbo.
Dream didn’t even know how Tommy procured those.
All he knew and all he needed to know was that Tommy had been hiding things from Dream for who knows how long and who knows what purpose. And Dream was pissed. Beyond pissed actually, he’d never been so furious in his life.
or, Dream finds Tommy's secret room and things quickly get out of hand
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- Part 4 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
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Deep under the surface of the water the world was quiet and weightless. There were no conflicts, no bonding exercises, no backstabbing friends. It was just Tommy alone in an endless void. He imagined that might have been what death felt like.
He’d grown a liking to waking up there lately.
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Or, Tommy heeds the call of the abyss
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- Part 5 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
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You are an Obsession by Stellocchia
Fandoms: Dream SMP, 魔法使いの嫁 | Mahou Tsukai no Yome | The Ancient Magus Bride
06 Oct 2023
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The newest arrival had a dark forest green robe instead of everyone else’s gray one. And, as the light hit them, Tommy noticed that they had a veil with a childish smiley face drawn on it instead of the white masks he’d seen around.
With no warning, they grabbed the chain still hanging from Tommy’s shackles and yanked him up. “Five million golden ingots” They announced, eyes still firmly on Tommy. They glowed faintly even through the veil, so Tommy could tell. They must have been a brilliant green.
Murmurs rose from the audience. Nobody had a higher offer. It wasn’t surprising, that was an absurd amount of money to waste on him. The announcer had been left speechless as well. And for the first time in a long time, Tommy felt something other than a bone-deep exhaustion. As a light breeze moved the veil out of the way for just a moment, allowing him to gaze at the spidery features below, Tommy experienced a genuine sense of awe.
“It’s decided” the creature spoke again after a moment too long of the announcer not saying anything. “I will make you my apprentice”.
or, I yoinked the Ancent Magus' Bride setting and storyline with none of the romance aspects and completely lost my mind over it. Enjoy
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- Part 6 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
- Part 1 of The Ancient Magus' Brother
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Tommy was locked in a too-small cell with nothing but death to occupy his time.
He tried to end it all in several different ways. He jumped in the lava. He starved himself. He smashed his head against the wall. He even tried provoking Dream into getting rid of him a few times… but Dream would only walk away.
He kept doing that every time Tommy did something that displeased him. He would leave and he wouldn’t talk to Tommy for what felt like days. Not even through the intercom. He would wordlessly let the dispenser give him raw potatoes automatically. He even turned off the camera in the cell. He cut off any means Tommy had of communicating.
That Tommy hated even more than all the beatings he received in exile.
He could recover from a broken bone with some rest and care, but constant loneliness was a disease. It chipped away at his mind, leaving him as more and more of an empty husk.
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or, Tommy never escaped his exile
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- Part 7 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
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A boy was standing alone in the Nether.
He was there every time.
His clothes were tattered. His hair was matted and dirty. His eyes were empty. He looked broken beyond repair. Always ready to jump into the deadly lava below him.
The scene was always the same.
The boy was always there.
The boy would always jump.
And the boy would always look at him in the end. He looked so disappointed. As if he hoped that that time would be the one. That that was the day he would finally meet his end.
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Dream hated waking up from those dreams the most.
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or, several reboots down the line the obsession from the very first Dream is still haunting his and Tommy's successors
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- Part 8 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
- Part 2 of Echoes of the Past
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“He’s not real” Dream remarked with a growl.
“I know” Tommy answered. He turned to Dream with a tired placating smile. He’d been looking so much more tired recently. Dream was almost starting to worry. “But I still see him. And it hurts because I know that it’s not real. I know that he hasn’t visited me once. It’s just-” A lonely tear streaked down his cheek, a rare sight that was getting less and less uncommon as the days went by. Tommy aggressively wiped it off leaving his cheeks far more red and puffy than they would have been if he just let it be. “It hurts… so fucking much”.
Dream dragged him closer to himself and covered his eyes with one of his hands. Tommy’s breathing hitched, he could hear his heart beating faster than before. While usually he would appreciate that reaction, it wasn’t the day for it. “Relax, don’t think, don’t look. Just rely on me”.
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Or, a surprisingly soft night in Logstedshire
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- Part 9 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
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It had been two weeks since Tommy had escaped Logstedshire. It had been ten days since Techno had found him in the little dirty hole he’d carved for himself underneath the man’s basement and made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. It had been forty-eight hours since he started seeing It.
He couldn’t explain what It was exactly. He didn’t know if It was an entity, a phenomenon, or just his mind playing tricks on him again. It wouldn’t be the first time that he hallucinated. Visions of Tubbo were near constant during the grueling months he was trapped alone on that Prime-forsaken beach.
What he did know, however, was that something wasn’t right.
And he couldn’t even bring it up around Techno because the man just kept giving him those annoyed looks tinged with just enough pity to make Tommy wanna retch. Phil was even worse. When Tommy had brought up his anxieties, the man had just dismissed it as paranoia. “You’re starting to sound like Wil, mate” He’d said, with far more contempt than mentioning the son he killed should have carried.
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Or, Tommy's feeling like somebody is watching him...
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- Part 10 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
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The lambs of XD had been picked, raised, and killed in the same way for the past five hundred years. It was a small sacrifice to make for the good of the city. They were chosen young. All the abandoned little ones that no one wanted were gathered together in the main temple of the city every year.
The sacrifice of a new life was worth nothing to XD as their god fed on memories and sorrow. So for sixteen years, the little lambs were raised in the temple. They only saw the priests and priestesses. The lambs couldn’t understand that they were raised for slaughter as they didn’t think. They only knew the temple, only knew the safety, only knew their golden cage.
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Lambs were all dressed exclusively in white. Lambs were kept groomed and cleaned as they had to be perfect for XD. Lambs were polite. Lambs were calm and resigned to their glorious fate. And lambs could never under any circumstance damage their body, as it was in and of itself a vessel for the divine.
Tommy heard all these rules since he was a newborn. He repeated them in his mind over and over again so he never lost sight of what not to do.
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Or, Tommy is raised as a human sacrifice and decides to do something about it
Series
- Part 11 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
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Ink stained the first few pages of the book in his hands. Words had been written and then covered with messy little squiggles. There was nothing he could make out until quite a while into the book a hesitant ‘Hi Tommy’ finally found its way on the paper.
It was a miserable attempt. It would have made Dream laugh if it wasn’t for the shaky reply underneath.
‘Tubbo? Were you the one who left this book?’.
It was an innocent little question. A rather reasonable one too, as Tubbo hadn’t signed his original message. But Tommy’s immediate assumption was what made Dream’s blood boil. It could have been left by anyone! It could have been a cruel joke. A taunt. Dangling human interaction in front of Tommy while he could do nothing but yearn for it desperately.
But Tommy knew Tubbo. Almost as well as Dream knew Tommy. So that little question felt like a plea instead. A plea for his old friend not to hide behind a flimsy shield of anonymity. It was a humble request for him to come forward. One that Tubbo acquiesced.
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or, Dream finds out about a certain mail exchange Tommy has been having while in exile. He is not amused.
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- Part 12 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
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Waking up in the middle of the woods with nothing, no tools, no weapons, no home, not even any memories aside from his name, was not Dream’s ideal situation. Waking up with a bloodied teen with scars and open wounds marring every visible inch of his skin and in the same exact situation as Dream, was even less ideal.
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Or, right after the finale, Tommy and Dream wake up in a forest alone with all of their injuries and none of their memories. And thus the cycle of resets begins...
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- Part 13 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
- Part 1 of Echoes of the Past
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Tubbo’s axe had never felt so weightless in his hands. He twirled it and swung it around effortlessly with one hand. It felt like a natural extension of his body.
Well, not his body anymore.
He was merely a passenger. He was trapped behind a screen. He could see and hear everything that happened perfectly well. He felt the weight of the Nightmare axe in his hands, the cold clasp of netherite wrapping around his body from Dream’s old armor, and even the biting chill of the air on the Logstedshire beach. He was as aware of everything as he could get, but he wasn’t the driving force behind any of his actions.
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In retrospect, it was so obvious who had control over him now. There was only one person who would follow every message with a smiley face. Honestly, he kinda thought that Tommy of all people would figure it out. Tubbo used emojis, sure, but he purposefully avoided that one as he knew how much it triggered his best friend. Only one person- if he was even a person, which Tubbo was starting to doubt- would be that fucking sadistic.
Dream.
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Or, Dream torments Tommy wearing a familiar face...
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- Part 14 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
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Tommy wasn’t allowed to leave the specific tower his room was in. He was still too young Dream said. The world outside was dangerous. Evil lurked behind every corner, ready to take advantage of someone as naive and defenseless as Tommy. Dangerous beasts roamed the night, creatures not fully alive nor dead that feasted on human flesh and reveled in their victim’s pained screams. Or so Dream claimed.
Tommy personally thought he was plenty old enough to leave. He was fifteen, almost sixteen for fuck’s sake!
Sure, he didn’t have any weapons and he didn’t have any idea on how to use one, but he could try and learn, right? Dream was a good fighter so surely he could take some time off his busy schedule to teach his dearest little brother, right?
Wrong.
He always made up some excuse for it. He didn’t have time that day. Tommy did something wrong and needed to be punished and teaching him would be a reward instead. Tommy looked too unwell that day despite feeling perfectly fine. The list went on and on…
He was growing tired of the cycle.
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or, Tommy has lived all his life alone in a tower, but a chance encounter with a witch may be about to change that
Series
- Part 15 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
- Part 3 of Trapped Like a Moth in a Spider's Web
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It had been almost three months when something changed again. One day, a train stopped at his station and vibrant lime green strings shot out of it, aiming for Tommy. They wrapped themselves tightly around Tommy’s neck and arms and they started to pull him in.
Tommy was terrified. He let out a pained yelp when the strings touched him. “No no no, I don’t wanna go back. Wilbur! Wilbur help! Wilbur don’t let him take me! Please… please don’t let him take me away…”.
The pleas kept coming, and Wilbur couldn’t stop himself from running after Tommy. He kept grabbing for Tommy again and again until his hands finally closed around something: the strings. Wilbur started pulling on them. They burned through his skin melting it off until his bones were exposed, but he didn’t stop. “Let my brother-” he pulled harder one last time “Go!”. The strings snapped.
Tommy fell back panting but relatively unharmed. However, Wilbur didn’t have time to enjoy the victory as the strings latched onto him instead. “Fuck!”. Tommy couldn’t help, and Wilbur was out of energy. There was nothing he could do but succumb to the pull.
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or, Something goes wrong with revival, and Wilbur ends up in Tommy's body
Series
- Part 16 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
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Being immortal had come with certain unforeseen consequences. Dream would call them perks, but Tommy wasn’t so sure about that.
The simplest explanation would be that over the years they had amassed a certain cult following of people erroneously believing he and Dream were gods of some kind. And Dream, megalomaniac bastard that he was, had played along with it the whole way through. He let them erect statues and temples in his honor. He let them create ballads that sang his praises, and paintings depicting him as this mighty all powerful being, and he encouraged them to conduct rituals to honor him and pray to him.
Tommy genuinely had not wanted anything to do with it.
He wasn’t a god. He hadn’t even wanted to become immortal. He was stuck in a permanent Limbo of missing his family as they laid to rest beyond a paper-thin veil that he could never seem to rip apart. He hated it, and the last thing he needed was thousands of people reminding him of his misfortune constantly.
He made that clear to Dream when he left to live in the woods as a hermit. He did not want to be disturbed.
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or, Tommy and Dream have two very different ideas of what immortality is all about...
Series
- Part 17 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
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Dream had to die.
That realization surprisingly brought Tommy no joy. After experiencing it he knew with absolute certainty that he wouldn’t wish death even on his worst enemy. Nobody deserved that eternal damnation, no matter how severe their crimes were. Let alone that even before Tommy had always been a relative pacifist. He fought for the causes he believed in, but his intent was never to kill. Violence brought him no joy despite what the general public seemed to think.
So it went without saying that he didn’t want Dream dead for revenge or justice. He would feel no satisfaction from his actions, and there was no justice to be found down the path he’d chosen.
But he couldn’t let Dream live.
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or, Tommy is determined to eliminate the Dream threat, but to do that he has to work on his own fears first. It does not go as planned.
Series
- Part 18 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
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Tommy had been in the mines all morning. He didn’t know anymore how many of his crappy stone pickaxes had shattered against the hard surface of the natural stone down below. He didn’t have the energy to count all the splinters now embedded under his skin.
He’d been hacking up a lung for half a day. Dust and blood clogged his windpipe in equal amounts. His skin was clammy. He was tired. Starving. And yet he still couldn’t be done.
He just missed one more piece to craft at least some boots. He needed something, literally anything to show Dream once he came. They needed it for their little bonding ritual. It was a simple sacrifice to make to placate Dream’s axe and keep it hanging by his side in wait for Tommy’s next wrong step instead of hacking away at what little of him remained already.
But he couldn’t find anything. The vein had dried up and his blood was soon to follow on the earthy ground of Logstedshire.
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or, Why you shouldn't corner a scared animal
Series
- Part 19 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection
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Lying down on a bed of buttercups Tommy wished he could be a flower.
Swaying in the gentle autumn breeze, buttercups were little spots of sunlight lost in the fiery sea of fallen leaves. Their existence was so simple. They didn’t feel pain, they didn’t feel sorrow. They didn’t grieve for the life they once dreamed of, for the innocence they were never allowed to have, for their lost family, for the friendships that could have been but never got a chance to start. They simply existed unburdened by life.
Maybe in a sense, he would be one soon. Blood was slowly seeping out of him, a remnant of his latest encounter with Dream, food for the earth delivered right from his body. Perhaps his flesh would turn into nutrients for the flowers as well if the wounds were deep enough. The slash across his abdomen sure looked fatal enough.
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or, Tommy's older brother went too far
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- Part 20 of Stell's cPrimetober Collection