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My Life Is Like a Video Game (Trying Hard to Beat the Next Stage) by Stellocchia for LadyCatland
Fandoms: Dream SMP, mcyt
09 Jan 2026
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At the center of this new space was someone who looked a lot like his Tommy back home. At least from the half of their face he could see, as the other half was covered in what seemed to be a half piglin skull. The only notable difference from afar were their almost unnaturally bright and sharp purple eyes which stood in stark contrast to his Tommy’s big soulful baby blue ones.
“Take a picture, it will last longer” the stranger piped up after an uncomfortably long silence.
Ranboo’s cheeks dusted red and green. He was about to answer when he noticed some dialogue prompts floating in front of him. His mouth wouldn’t move until he selected one. He tried to do so regardless a few times before finally admitting defeat and acknowledging the floating text. His three dialogue options were:
> Sorry, your beautiful face distracted me.
> How do I take a picture?
> … [Exit Dialogue]-
Ranboo is transported to a new world where many versions of his friends back home await him for a brand-new video game-like adventure. Nothing and no one is what they initially seem. How will Ranboo handle this new turn of events?
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New L’Manburg was beautiful during the winter. The floating lanterns that illuminated its quaint little wooden roads made all the little ice crystals that covered the whole scenery glitter. The surface of the lake that had filled in the crater Wilbur had left behind was frozen, although the clear water underneath was still visible. Schools of clown fish swam through the corals, salmon rushed by in a hurry to get upstream, cods lazily explored the extensive kelp forest down there at a relaxed pace, and glow squids offered a light spectacle like no other.
It was a pity, Tommy thought, that he didn’t have the time to take in all of that beauty.
For one thing, he was pretty sure that he wasn’t allowed back into the country he’d helped to found yet. Wanted posters with his face drawn on them were still hanging on the one bulletin board that existed in the town center. They were faded and a couple had been ripped up, but there had been no attempt to officially remove them. For another, well, he was there because he’d heard whispers of a certain event taking place on that day, and he didn’t want to miss it.
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or, Tommy hears about New L'Manburg holding a funeral for him, and he doesn't want to miss it
Series
- Part 30 of Clingytober 2025
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As soon as the chance to participate in the elections presented itself, something changed within Tubbo. Tommy had taken notice of it immediately. Despite popular belief, his friend had always been a chaotic little shit. He wasn’t the meek lover of bees that everyone viewed him as. But he’d never been the cold and calculating kind either. He was curious and driven, but not ambitious. And he had no care for power.
And yet, there he’d been, writing down his name for the presidential position. Not even Tommy, who everyone always considered far more arrogant and full of himself, had dared.
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or, Something is very wrong with Tubbo, and Tommy seems to be the only one to notice
Series
- Part 29 of Clingytober 2025
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Tubbo let out a sigh. He brought his hand up, probably to massage the bridge of his nose based on the way he’d bent his head forward slightly. He did that a lot, and it always made him look so much older. “You know why I’m here” he muttered. “You’re making everything so difficult when all I want to do is help you” he lied. There was no way that was his intention. If he truly had wanted to help Tommy out, he could have laughed in Dream’s face when he brought up the idea of putting him on trial for something no one else had ever been punished for, like he should have. But he didn’t do that. He didn’t even consider it.
Tommy knew that he wasn’t a saint. To think so would have been as delusional as Wilbur calling himself the villain of the Dream SMP. He was a little shit, often on purpose. He liked being obnoxiously loud. He liked making it impossible for those around him to miss his presence. Theft was one of his main hobbies, right along with swearing and doing drugs. But, even acknowledging all of that, he knew that he was being treated unfairly.
They all knew that.
Most people simply didn’t care.
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or, Tommy is put on trial unfairly, Tubbo just wants to help...
Series
- Part 28 of Clingytober 2025
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The bunker Tubbo had built, or the ‘Final Control Room’ as he’d called it, was rather small. Even with just a few of their soldiers there, it felt cramped. There were four chests lining the walls, each labeled with one of their names. Aside from those, the only notable feature was an almost unassuming oak wood button on the ground in the middle of the room.
Tommy wasn’t thinking when he pressed it. He hadn’t even fully registered it when his fingers pressed against the small wooden button. But something compelled him to look up when he did so, even in his unaware state. He locked eyes with Tubbo’s tired yet determined ones, and he knew right then and there that something was wrong. Because, even when out of his mind with grief and fatigue, he knew his best friend. And he could tell from his expression that they shouldn’t have trusted him. That fire in his eyes that hadn’t been there before was a dangerous thing. Something had gone to plan for him there in that barren room with nothing for the rest of them to gain.
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What if Eret hadn't been the traitor in the original war?
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- Part 27 of Clingytober 2025
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With Ranboo by his side, the opening of the Wilburger Ranvan was bound to go smoothly. The only problem with it was that it hinged on having someone by his side who could cook. Ranboo had tried to demonstrate their capabilities, but, somehow, they’d ended up with a cake made of spaghetti when trying to create a burger. Wilbur worked as a temporary solution, but since he could not taste, everything he made was bland and either burnt or undercooked.
Thankfully, Wilbur knew that his little brother would be visiting him soon. After the fight he and Quackity had dragged him into, Tommy had needed some time for himself to decompress. But, after a few days of self-imposed isolation, he was good to go!
He had a crystal clear vision of their future that shattered in an instant when he explained it to Tommy.
“Sorry, Big Dubs, Tubbo’s just started working at the Tubburger joint in Las Nevadas. I can’t work for his competition. Not when I know this is very important for him. He was talking about new beginnings and healing, and that’s the most I’ve heard him even tangentially mention his emotional well-being in my life”.
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or, Tommy chooses Tubbo over Wilbur for once
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- Part 25 of Clingytober 2025
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The first thing Wilbur had done when he set out to establish his own nation was to go around recruiting people. Overall, he didn’t have much luck with it. But, after several days of unsuccessfully handing out pamphlets and shouting his ideals from every pulpit he could find, two candidates had finally shown up at his door.
Tommy and Tubbo were both really short for being twenty years old. Their mustaches peeled off oddly. And their identity cards seemed to have been drawn with crayons (already, the fact that they had one should have come off as suspicious to him, since those weren’t commonplace in the Dream SMP). But, to their credit, they could vouch for each other. They could corroborate each other’s backstories as well since, apparently, they’d grown up together.
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or, Wilbur finds out he believed a very easy-to-spot lie for years
Series
- Part 23 of Clingytober 2025
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Something bizarre happens on the day of the War of Independence, and Fundy's left guessing what could have led them there
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- Part 22 of Clingytober 2025
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When Tommy had been exiled across the sea, he’d sent Tubbo many flower bouquets: one of blue hyacinths and white tulips, one with both pink carnations and white orchids, and one of lilies of the valley. At the time, he didn’t know that there was a meaning behind them. He just thought that his friend had been trying to bribe him into pardoning his crimes with corny actions.
Nevertheless, he’d pressed every flower he’d received in a book, dried them up, and kept them. He thankfully had the foresight to hide them in a chest in his oldest house before Doomsday, and to never tell a soul about them, so they survived the devastation as well as Dream’s odd obsession with possessing anything that once belonged to Tommy. They’d remained in their own little bundle, collecting dust, for months.
And then Tommy died. And Tubbo’s heart stopped.
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or, Tubbo learns the meaning behind all the flowers he's been sent
Series
- Part 21 of Clingytober 2025
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The day of Tommy’s trial arrived much quicker than he’d been expecting.
He was hanging out with Tubbo and making potions they both pretended were drugs one moment, and then bam! He found himself standing behind a crappy wooden desk in a courtroom, with his supposed best friend standing on a podium in front of him, glaring down at him, and Dream to his left smirking at him like the world’s smuggest jackass.
Needless to say, Tommy was not doing good.
Emotions he couldn’t properly identify were battling it out in his gut, twisting it uncomfortably. And it all came to a head when Tubbo coldly asked him to present his defense argument. His brain left him to handle it on his own and dipped out of there. He stared at his best friend blankly for almost a minute. Long enough for the other teen’s irritation to turn into confusion, and then worry. And then there was a big puff of smoke that obfuscated his vision for a few seconds. When it cleared out, the world around him was bigger and warmer and… oh. He knew what had just happened.
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or, Tommy has been cursed to turn into a fluffy raccoon dog when he's too stressed. This really isn't ideal during a trial
Series
- Part 20 of Clingytober 2025
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Escaping to Utah had been a mistake.
There wasn’t a new beginning waiting for him on the other side of the world, just crushing loneliness.
He found a menial job as a gas station attendant, settled down in a small flat that felt even more cramped than the Camarvan had been, without all the illegal potion stands to fill it up, and went about forming a whole new routine for himself. When the world started closing in on him, he tried to adopt a pet, only to learn that he didn’t have the funds to keep it. Not if he also wanted to eat.
One year went by, and all he did was rot.
The man who’d once stood proud as the president of his own nation was now struggling to hang onto the bottom of the social ladder. Oh, how far the mighty had fallen…
On the day of the first anniversary of his arrival in Utah, he left a letter for his landlord explaining that the shithole he’d been renting had been utterly destroyed and telling him to go fuck himself. He called in sick to work, headed to the beach, and just rowed away. Back to Dream’s land. Back to the land of opportunities.
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or, Wilbur's triumphant return goes horribly wrong
Series
- Part 19 of Clingytober 2025
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There were times when Tubbo wasn’t proud of the kind of person he’d become. During his time as President of New L’Manburg, he’d had many moments of weakness when the alcohol cabinet looked a bit too appealing to resist, or when he lost his temper against someone who didn’t deserve it.
And yet, even after having stooped so low as to resemble Schlatt in all but name, he’d never once found himself quite as confused as that morning.
His hands were covered in blood. That was the first thing he noticed upon waking up. From the absence of stabbing pain anywhere on his body, he could tell that it wasn’t his blood either. Soot was mixed in with the now dried-up crimson stains. Gunpowder too. And a smell he was all too familiar with now lingered in the air; it was the stench of sickness mixed with cheap alcohol.
He was a mess.
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or, A night of drinking ends horribly for Tubbo. But maybe things are not as bleak as they seem...
Series
- Part 18 of Clingytober 2025
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A Devil on one shoulder, an Angel on the other by Stellocchia for LadyCatland
Fandoms: Dream SMP
17 Oct 2025
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Tubbo wasn’t a medic.
He was a scientist, sure, but more of the evil and mad kind. He did experiments that led nowhere. He invented nukes. He built machines that he sometimes happened to find a function for. He didn’t repair broken bones. He was completely out of his depth, and the more that awareness settled in, the more panicked he got.
Tommy was still breathing, but how long would that last?
Not knowing what else to do, he went to fish out his communicator from a chest with all of his old belongings from back before the L’Manburg times. He’d stopped using that thing at some point because Wilbur had been convinced that they were getting tracked through it, and he’d had no reason not to believe him. He didn’t know how many people still had theirs; he doubted it would be too many, but still, he sent out a general message of help. He didn’t specify that it was about Tommy, just in case Dream could see it; he just mentioned that he needed someone with some kind of medical expertise regarding hypothermia, broken bones, and a variety of infections.
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or, Dream and Techno answer Tubbo's desperate plea for help, and he doesn't know what to do with that
Series
- Part 17 of Clingytober 2025
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Tommy’s death didn’t make any sense. He was supposed to go down in a blaze of glory, like his brother before him. Instead, he’d died away from view. He vanished with a whimper instead of a blast. He died after the war had already been won, not for his ideals or his country, but just… for what? Because Dream felt like tasting blood that day? Because Sam had gotten distracted and wasn’t there to prevent it? Because Tubbo had kept his distance from him in the past few weeks and wasn’t there to point out that visiting the man who’d ruined his life was a monumentally stupid idea?
It all felt so… unfair.
So, even after Sam tried to chase him away, he waited. And waited. And waited… until he remembered the reason why they hadn’t killed Dream when the whole server had gathered together to take him down. Tommy’s murderer supposedly had a way to bring him back. He hadn’t proven the existence of his powers yet, so Tubbo didn’t know how much he believed it. However, in the small chance that it was true… he couldn’t let him get to his best friend first.
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or, Tubbo and Phil journey through the Underworld to get Tommy and Wilbur back
Series
- Part 16 of Clingytober 2025
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Sitting on his bench after defeating Dream and talking to the incorporeal voice of his dead brother felt unreal for Tommy. It was the first moment of peace he’d gotten in years. The first time, he was allowed to just exist without the looming threat of an authority figure with malicious intent hovering over his shoulder. And he was happy to share it with Tubbo, despite everything that had happened between them.
He would have been happier about it had his friend not kept trying to bring up his exile when he would rather have done anything not to think about it.
“I just want to apologize. Please” Tubbo repeated for the third or fourth time that evening. Tommy had purposefully gotten distracted at some point and lost count. In his defense, the view from that bench of trees gently swaying in the evening breeze with the sunset behind them was mesmerizing. He wasn’t paying attention to that either that day, but he was sure that, had he been made to feel less uncomfortable, he would have liked to take the time to appreciate it.
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or, Tommy really doesn't want to think about his exile, Tubbo thinks they need to talk. One of them is getting what he wants, and it isn't Tommy
Series
- Part 15 of Clingytober 2025
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“What’s going on…?”.
“He saved the Crown Prince’s life” Master Dude explained. “Bringing him here was the only worthy enough reward the Prince could think of”. That, at least, was reassuring. The intentions of the Crown Prince could still be misconstrued into something nefarious by outsiders, but it was nice to know that he’d just been trying to protect the kid who saved him, in his own way. “As far as we’re aware, he doesn’t have a name, parents, documents, or anything, really. Prince Technoblade decided to call him Theseus, but he only acknowledges you if you use the nickname Tommy”. Tubbo could imagine that their dear Crown Prince was feeling rather butt-hurt about that last part. “I know it’s a lot to ask, but there truly is no one else who can take care of him. I’ll be around to help, so… give it a try? Please?” his begging sounded surprisingly earnest.
There was no point to it; it wasn’t as if Tubbo could refuse after all…
With a simple nod, his new life as the personal aide of the Crown Prince’s one and only concubine began.
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or, Tubbo becomes Tommy's aide, and it's all downhill from there
Series
- Part 14 of Clingytober 2025
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The Tired Bartender and the Peppy Vigilante by Stellocchia for LadyCatland
Fandoms: Dream SMP
13 Oct 2025
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A grumpy and tired-looking blond teen slammed open the door to the small supply closet Tubbo was in. “Oi! How long are you planning to sleep? I was supposed to close up and go home an hour ago”. From the old coffee stains on his apron and the halos of sweat dampening his shirt around his armpits and down his back, Tubbo could tell that he should have gotten a break far before that. Although looking beyond the angry blond Pomeranian in front of him, he didn’t see any other employees, so perhaps that hadn't been possible for him.
“I’m up now” he reassured the other teen. “Are you the one I have to thank for healing me?”. Even if there were no others there anymore, he couldn’t be sure that had been the case from the start. He had fainted pretty much as soon as he’d gotten there.
The blond scoffed. “More like bringing you back to life…” he mumbled in a dismissive tone.
Huh?
Was that even possible?
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or, Tubbo stumbles across a dingy cafe while on the verge of death and decides to repay the kind stranger who rescued him in the most unusual of ways
Series
- Part 13 of Clingytober 2025
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The fact that he’d been right about Dream and Wilbur working together, however, didn’t change his displeasure with the situation at hand. Especially because his best friend wasn’t there, so he couldn’t even gloat about it.
Speaking of… it was a bit weird that Tommy wasn’t there.
Dream had made it clear countless times that the other teen was the only thing (because that’s what he saw Tommy as, an object, not a person) he gave a flying fuck about. And Tubbo and Wilbur just weren’t all that close. They’d been like family once upon a time. Back when the older had been someone he could respect. Someone who stood for something worthwhile. But that relationship had been buried far into the past. Currently, the only thing the two of them shared was an attachment to Tommy.
So why was he the one who’d gotten kidnapped?
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or, Tubbo gets kidnapped, and that's not even the worst part of his day
Series
- Part 12 of Clingytober 2025
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After his three-month-long stay in prison, Techno had decided that life was too short and too filled with people like Dream for him to keep a grudge forever, and he’d started working on rebuilding some of the bridges he’d burnt.
His noble mission, however, quickly gets sidetracked as he learns that Tommy and Tubbo are apparently both married to Ranboo??
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- Part 11 of Clingytober 2025
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At midday, the sun reached its peak over the Las Nevadas’ desert, lighting the sparkling artificial sand underneath it ablaze. Shadows were reduced to nothing, and, outside of the glittering city and all of its shady alleyways, there were few to no places to hide. Every crevice, pit, and natural cavern that had once existed there had either been leveled or filled in to ensure the safety of the poor gambling addicts that routinely made their way there. There wasn’t a tree, bush, or large rock left to disrupt the scenery of those golden waves. Everything was flat, every grain of sand had been combed through to ensure evenness, and all complied with Quackity’s absurdly high standards.
And yet, Ranboo and Wilbur had been looking for Tommy for three days nonstop, and they hadn’t found a single trace of him. The blond had vanished into thin air, leaving a couple of burger patties and some buns toasting on the small grill they’d managed to secure for the Wilburger Ranvan and nothing else.
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or, Tommy disappears one day, and Ranboo ends up finding him again in the most unlikely of places
Series
- Part 10 of Clingytober 2025