#HAPPY BIRTHDAY C!TOMMY

[pseudosaprophyte]

i know i’m late but shout out c!tommy for permanently changing my brain chemistry and im being so serious btw. got into the dsmp in august 2020 and immediately latched onto him, and to this day ive never been more insane about a character. so many things to say about him but it’s 3:33 am so i will leave it at happy birthday chommy, you will forever be me fr fr

[pawsomeraccoon]

HAPPY (late) 4th BIRTHDAY CTOMMY!!! <3 i feel like a bad father for missing his birthday whoops

[kitkatsunez]

This took so long but I combined my fixations and created this cursed combination :33

ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY C!TOMMY RAHH

(Close ups / Crops :33)

[razhasnoname]

HAPNY BORTHDAY !!!

[vineyl]

It seems almost embarrassing that C!Tommy's birthday is the same day as America's birthday...

Also i think it's Barbara's birthday from genshin. Lotta people to celebrate lmao

[gooptroupe]

birthday family reunion

click for better quality, sketch + closeups under cut

btw the recipe techno used is one nikki gave him ((he messed it up horrendously) they still eat it tho)

[polukhina-sonya]

you'll change your name or change your mind and leave this fucked up place behind but I'll know I'll know...

[stardustsunsprites]

the song i’d always sing

+ another ctommers … pip

[lukamitti]

the man turns four!!

[cupidl0vesy0u]

Happy birthday boy! :D

Moai by my lovely platonic wife <3

[spideytiger]

happy 4th birthday to the only dsmp character ever (ctommy)

[loneycorner]

Oh ctommy, they would never do anything to make me hate you<3

[sikiova]

my work for Run the World (Tommyinnit MAP)!!!! I was very excited to finish it!

entire project: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_j77IXkOpY :D please check the other artists’ work if you like!

[sunlitmcgee]

he is alive and in the south field with his beloveds. it is a beautiful summer afternoon. the sun high above the grass, the wind warm as it washed over the wildflowers.

later, when evening comes, they will collect themselves and return to their home in the north. His brother will be waiting ready to scold him lightly for the grassy stains on his trousers, his hair just a bit grayer, his arms filled with warm blankets.

and as he looks through the bedroom window into the sky, there will be twice as many stars as usual.

[faggotstump]

[kozzax]

Birds chirp in the distance. A music disc plays, its familiar tune echoing out over the hills. Fields of wheat sway in the gentle summer breeze. The sun sets on the horizon.

There is a home built into the landscape. A mound of dirt dug out into a comfortable living space. Its windows are lit, a warm glow coming from within. A long overgrown path sits next to it. The original planks only barely visible after so many long years.

It's been years since this home was first built. It's been so many years since the wars that destroyed this world. And yet, a young man steps out of the building with laughter and a smile on his face. He's tall, with broad shoulders and long brown hair that covers his eyes. The rams horns that adorn his head knock against the door frame as he exits, but he pays it no mind.

He drags a group of young adults out of the mound-house behind him. Their conversation is private, too private for us to know. All we need to know is that they're happy. They're happy, and at peace, and despite the faded scars that cover each of them and tell the stories of danger and destruction-- they're okay.

The boy whose hair never grew back in, whose eyes are forever burning with the flames that he fell into. The half-enderman, their crown askew and their posture hunched not in fear but to better accommodate the arm thrown over their shoulder. The boisterous demon, laughing and roughhousing without a care in the world. The young piglin child, held in the arms of a man wearing a blue cardigan and a party hat that's only barely staying put in his hair.

They walk down the overgrown path together, no worries about danger or concerns about those that might want to bring them harm. Every time they pass someone else, they pause for a moment to greet them. Every person they pass gives the tall blonde man a hug, and a smile, but the seven are left to continue their journey on their own.

And then, just as the sun finally disappears beyond the horizon, they reach their destination. The music disk finishes its song as they arrive at the tree, at the bench that they've met at so many times before, and at the night-time picnic that's been set there.

We don't need to see the celebration they hold. It is not our place, just as their conversations are theirs and theirs alone. But what we do see is this:

The demon pulls the cardigan-wearer into a tight hug and a noogie. The enderman takes their son into their arms and gestures for their friend to take his seat on the bench. The burly leader, covered in burn scars, leans over the back of the bench to have his head next to his friend's. The hell-raiser lights the candles on the cake that's been left here.

They sing, for their friend.

And then, eventually, the music disc starts again.

And they are home.