Tw: death
Requested? Nope!
Age: ???
Pronouns: they/then
Notes: what if there was a funeral held for every canon death a character experienced? set in the dream smp during Tommy's exile
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No One's POV
A blond boy stood at the foot of a grave, a granite headstone staring at him as he looked down at the decorations around it.
(__)'s first canon life.
The grave was decorated with stuffed animals, soft blankets and fluffy pillows. Objects of comfort.
(__) had fallen for Dream's manipulation, and after realizing the mistake, died at the hands of the green bastard. All (__) had wanted was for L'Manburg to be free.
His blue eyes traveled to the next headstone over, the same information engraved it the hunk of rock as the first, the only difference being the death date and the obvious age of the grave marker.
His friends second canon life had been laid to rest in the ground here.
The offerings presented to the deceased were now potions, armour, weapons, and food. The purple glow of an enchanted iron axe shone softly above the grave, the tool having bee leaned up against the side of the headstone.
The Pogtopia days weren't exactly fond to remember for Tommy, especially since (__) had been killed in front of him at the hands of the former president, all because they had refused to help punish Tommy for bringing back the wrong item. Wilbur cried that day. That was one of the last times he did.
The next grave had less gifts, and was the newest in the row of the burial sequence.
A branch of acacia flowers rested atop the gravestone, the petals wilted and browned at the tips. On top of the grave lay personal items that had previously belonged to (__).
Their favourite book, their sword, their armour. It wasn't much, but then again (__) never had a lot.
Tommy stepped forward, placing a potted plant. Yellow hyacinth flowers sat in moist soil, their bright coloring contrasting with the dulled tones of the graveyard during the stormy winter afternoon.
The golden boy stood straight, staring at the headstone for a few moments, before he turned, and walked away.
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Really Short But That's Okay! Here's something I've thought about obsessively: what if funerals were held for each canon death a character experienced? Here's an explanation of the three graves that I've nicknamed 'death row'
1st death:
the first death would probably be very traumatic and so someone would obviously be very shaken so i feel like their grave would be decorated with different objects used to comfort, like pillows, blankets, stuffed animals, and sometimes food
2nd death:
the second death would be one of the most important/eye opening experiences a character would have because then they would have to protect their last life with everything they have, so their grave would be decorated with things like potions, armour, weapons, golden apples and other food
3rd death:
the third death would be what takes the character to the afterlife, wether that be some heaven, hell, or limbo, they're there, so the character would be buried in either comfortable clothes, armor, or their most iconic outfit, and instead of decorating their grave with the comfort objects or things to keep someone alive, it would be all of their personal items, or jars of dirt/sand/snow/water from where they lived or a place they would visit often, or plants and flowers from one of their favorite spots
this wasn't really centered around the reader, but mostly Tommy being suicidal during exile, hence the yellow hyacinth flowers, they represent jealousy :D
anyways, three chapters one day? Wow who tf am i i'm definitely not your author lmao
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Fanfictionhey there darling! requests are open for reader inserts, preferences, and ships! I will not write smut/nsfw for any characters as I am uncomfortable writing that, but there will be mentions, thank you!
